#not the happiest with these set of responses either

[supernovafics]

boyfriend!steve who loves recording everything

wc: 899

a/n: been thinking about this a lot a lot and finally got around to writing it

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“and here we have my beautiful girlfriend who put this whole party together.”

you looked into the video camera for a brief second, drunkenly smiling into it before looking up at steve. “you’re having way too much fun with this thing already, birthday boy.”

“what? it’s actually a very cool gift.” you could tell steve was a little drunk too, but you didn’t think that would’ve changed how into the gift he was; the camera the kids pooled their money together to get for him. “say hi.”

“hi,” you said, smiling and looking right into the lens again, and then you playfully stuck your tongue out at it. 

“i love you,” steve said with a soft happy laugh. “so much.”

“i love you too. so, so much,” you told him and he leaned down to kiss you. 

“thank you again for doing this whole thing,” he mumbled against your lips. “best surprise ever.”

you couldn’t help but smile. “no need to thank me. you deserve it, best boyfriend ever.”

the camera was filming the wooden floor at this point, but it probably still picked up what you two were saying. 

you pulled away from steve after a second, knowing that the longer you two were wrapped up in one another, the more your friends would playfully make fun of the two of you.

“you should go film robin and nancy doing karaoke. i think that them drunkenly singing bohemian rhapsody needs to be documented.” 

steve nodded. “great idea.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

after that first night, it should’ve been obvious, but that camera became steve’s favorite thing. it almost made the new pair of nikes you’d gotten him look like the most boring gift ever, but you didn’t really mind it.  

it was always the most random moments that he wanted to record of you two. “for memories” was always his response when you asked why he wanted to record you two brushing your teeth in the morning or you two lying on the couch and watching a bad movie that he brought home from family video. 

or even in this moment when you two were cooking in the kitchen of your shared apartment.

you immediately gave him a look when you noticed him turn on the camera. “steve, you’re making it seem like we’re cooking something super elaborate. it’s just a grilled cheese.” 

“it’s still like a fun cooking show,” he said, smiling as he set the camera up on the counter, placing it on top of a stack of random containers. “what do you need, chef?”

there was no way of telling if either of you were actually in the frame— you had a feeling that at least your heads were cut off— but still, you decided to play along. he was acting too cute and adorable not to. 

“bread and cheese, chef,” you told him as you went to grab a pan from the cabinet below you. “oh, and butter too.”

“got it,” steve nodded and went over to the pantry and then the fridge, and then made a show of showing the camera all of the ingredients he grabbed. 

you couldn’t help but laugh a little as you watched him. you decided to play along further and follow suit as you did most of the actual cooking; making a point of showing the camera exactly what you were doing and even exaggeratingly explaining it too. 

and when you two were eating at your small kitchen table ten minutes later, you admitted to steve with a smile that he was right, and filming everything did make it feel like a “fun cooking show.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

and then there were the moments when you were the one to grab the camera and initiate the recording. it was seldom, but when you did do it, steve always got the happiest grin on his face. 

like, in this moment, when you were coming out of the bathroom and grabbing steve’s t-shirt that had been haphazardly tossed to the floor thirty minutes earlier and slipping it over your body. for no particular reason, other than you found yourself wanting to, you grabbed the camera off of steve’s nightstand and then slid into his lap, straddling him.

he was already smiling as you turned on the camera and the familiar red light came on when you pressed record. 

“say hi,” you told him, your own smile on your face as you pointed the camera at him. his messy hair from what you two had previously been doing was probably the cutest thing you’d ever seen and you made sure the camera saw it. 

he smiled wider. “hi.”

one of his hands found your bare thigh and you let out a contented hum in response. 

“y'know, i’m surprised you haven’t asked to film us yet,” you said softly. "us doing what we just did…”

his eyes widened a bit at your shy suggestion and you smiled wider, zooming in on his expression. “is that an option?”

you stopped recording him then and reached over to set the camera back down on the nightstand. 

“maybe,” you answered, shrugging innocently. “i think it could be kinda hot.”

steve shook his head. “not just kinda. very hot.”

you leaned down to kiss him then. it was slow and languid and steve’s hands immediately went to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.  

“very hot,” you hummed in agreement. 

[quitefawnish]

just thinking about reader having an nsft tumblr acct and tf 141 being obsessed with it..

cw: sexual content, slight voyeurism?

soap is the first one to stumble on your tumblr account. he originally got tumblr because he wanted inspiration for meal planning and thought about making his own fitness blog.

of course, he eventually went down the rabbit hole of hornyposting and after a few weeks, he discovered you.

you had started this blog to feel better about yourself, or at least that’s what you told yourself, maybe you just liked the attention. either way, you started off slow, posting in a sheer shirt or just a bra but not wanting to show off too much.

it only took a bit of prodding and pleading from your followers to get you to post your whole body. that’s where johnny first saw you, in a post where you did a full body reveal (sans face for obvious reasons). it had a few thousand notes and was the top picture for some of the tags you used.

soap practically felt his eyes bulge out of his skull at the sight of you, this perfect lass posting pics like that for free??? he was quick to follow you and then look at the rest of your posts, spamming you with likes as he went through your entire blog.

he contemplated keeping you to himself but knew the others would appreciate you just as much as he did, so he saved the original post he saw of you and sent it in the group chat. their messages were immediate, something to the effect of “holy fuck.”

that’s where the obsession with you started, and soap acted as their drug dealer, sharing in the group chat when you posted a new photo. of course, the other three knew that they could coax your username from johnny and they could make their own tumblr account to follow you but they found it more exciting getting your pics this way. one thing he did share with them was your throne wishlist which was full of lingerie and cute clothes you might want.

you had posted in sets you had gotten from other followers and the guys were interested in how they could buy you things too. your eyebrows practically disappeared into your hairline as you checked your phone and saw that your entire wishlist had been bought out. even the stuff that you put on there as a faraway desire, like the pair of mary jane’s you had been eyeing or the marker set that was too expensive to justify buying with your own money.

you always tried to thank people who bought from your throne personally, dming them on tumblr and sending exclusive pics in the things they bought for you. problem was, it was all under anonymous accounts and you didn’t get any messages owning up to the shopping spree. you decided to make a post asking who just bought you all that stuff and that you’d like to thank them.

soap was quick to message you, claiming responsibility for the gifts bought. you both get to talking and he mentions how he shares your pics with his mates, and how they get so excited when he sends a new picture of you. you respond back how you’re honestly so flattered, and you’d like to talk to them as well and thank them for their contribution to your wishlist.

eventually, you find some app or website that you can use to chat with them while not giving out any personal information. of course, when the things they ordered come in the mail, you make sure to send them plenty of videos and pictures.

they are hooked.

now it’s almost like you have four sugar daddies, paying for your bikini waxes (if you want them, they don’t mind hair down there yk), sending you money for groceries, for getting your nails done, or just because. sometimes, they even compete between the four of them to see who can make you the happiest (determined by the amount of exclamation marks you use when thanking them).

a/n: this is so self indulgent and kind of based on some of my experiences when i had an nsft blog on tumblr lolll 🙈 anyway, this is kinda unedited and rambling but would any of you guys want me to write more w this concept?

[atlasofthestaars]

heart to heart

summary: 

“The touching of foreheads—this is an ancient greeting. that honors the heart and soul of another human.” 

you and your lover have a tender moment.

includes: Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Raiden, Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Reptile, Scorpion (Kuai Liang), Sub Zero (Bi-Han), Smoke, Shang Tsung, Mileena, Kitana, Ashrah, Havik, and Cassie Cage

note: something different ig?? just wanted to do something indulgent and wanted to dabble in drabbles. (these ended up being longer bc. pressure.) I also wanted to take this time to practice writing some sweeter stuff for the love interests of New Era + Cassie bc my friend likes her. idk if people want more I can probs do other charas too.

LIU KANG

A content sigh left your lips as you pressed your forehead forward to meet Liu Kang’s. Your eyes fluttered closed. His hands, which now no longer had their wraps, gently cupped your cheeks. His hands were always warm, and they helped keep away the chill of the night. A thumb gently rubbed small circles, a habit of his that you always found oh so endearing. You couldn’t help but to melt into his hands.

This was perfect. There was nothing more you could long for in this world. Though, you knew if you wanted anything Liu Kang would be there to fulfill your wishes. Anything was worth the smile on your face.

In the day, Liu Kang was often busy with his duties. Being the protector of Earthrealm came with many responsibilities, and the both of you knew that. Oftentimes, you would go long stretches within the day without seeing a hint of your lover. It was simply something you had to accept being Liu Kang’s lover. However, that did not mean he neglected you. Not at all.

At the end of the day, when the sun gave way to the moon and let it shine upon the world, Liu Kang returned. Night time was always the time he set aside for just the both of you. It soon became your favorite time of day just because it meant he would be there, right at your side.

“You look so perfect.” Liu Kang whispered. His voice carried reverence within it, as if you were the god who had crafted the universe with utmost care and love. You opened your eyes, and for a moment, you were left breathless. No matter how much time passed, he always looked at you as if you were the pinnacle of perfection.

Any sort of response you had was stuck in your throat. You could never tire of staring into Liu Kang’s eyes. You often asked if he had given himself the ability to hypnotize others with his gaze. He told you every time that no, he did not. But if he didn’t, why were you so entranced by them every single time you dared to look at them?

You wished you could put into words how much you loved this man. From the way he looked with his silky long hair that you loved to play and run your hands through, to the way he was so kind and loving. You often wondered and asked how you were lucky to be the partner of such a god, to which he always told you that he was the lucky one.

“I am thankful you wait for me every night.” The god murmured, his voice so full of love and genuine thankfulness. He removed his forehead, and you mourned the loss of contact before he pressed a featherlight kiss to yours. Then, he returned his forehead back to yours, and everything was as it should be. “I wish I could spend every minute by your side, my love.” 

You wished so too, but every night was just enough for you.

KUNG LAO

Your forehead bumped into Kung Lao’s a bit clumsily. There was far too much energy and excitement buzzing in both of your veins to prevent that little stumble. It didn’t matter either way to you, you were just happy to be in his arms. He was equally happy to hold you, and you could tell by the way his arms squeezed around you. 

You always felt happiest in his arms, honestly. There was nowhere else in the world you’d rather be than right here.

“Did you see that!?” Kung Lao asked, his eyes wide as they searched your face. While Kung Lao always sought out approval and compliments, there was nothing better than the ones he received from you. It just made him feel like he was on top of the world. To his delight, he saw the way you nodded accompanied with a wide happy grin on your face. The grins he got from you were perhaps the best type of approval he could ever get from you.

A laugh left your lips as he squeezed his arms tighter around you in delight. Every embrace from him felt like it was full of the love he felt for you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. His nose nuzzled against yours, and more laughter spilt from your lips. You couldn’t help it, he knew just how to make you happy. Your face heat up from how nearly overwhelmed you were from his affection, the love nearly overflowing from your heart.

“You’re always so cute when you blush.” Kung Lao teased, a hand rising up to pinch at your cheek affectionately. His eyes glinted with mischief and glee, but most of all, love. He adored the way he could make you blush and how your heart would race. It meant that you felt exactly the same way whenever he would just look at you sometimes.

You leaned back, a wide grin on your face as you swatted away his hand in a playful manner. Rolling his eyes, he instead cupped your cheek. Before you could protest in any sort of way about his earlier comment, you were attacked with a flurry of kisses all over your face. 

“Sorry, you’re too adorable. I couldn’t resist.” Kung Lao apologized, but you both knew he would pepper your face with his kisses again and again the next chance he got. His grin was the perfect mixture of smug and gleeful. And his dimples were the perfect icing on the cake. You raised a hand up to cup his cheek and traced his dimples with his thumb.

“A fan?” Kung Lao inquired, eyebrows raising up in a teasing manner. His ego seemed to only get bigger and bigger with every adoring look you gave him, but you didn’t care. A laugh left his lips again as he pressed his forehead back to yours. It was a little too much force again, but the both of you didn’t care. All that mattered was that you were together and basking in each other’s mutual affection.

You wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world.

RAIDEN

Your forehead pressed against Raiden’s gently as the two of you lay underneath a sea of stars. You two had decided to stargaze since it was such a pretty sight outside. The sky was clear and the moon was full, and yet there was nothing you wanted to look more at than the man beside you. How could you not?

Your eyes searched your lover’s face, admiring how the moonlight fell just perfectly on his face. How could a man look so amazing as the one in front of you? Perhaps you’d have to thank Liu Kang sometime for blessing you with the image of perfection. While being so in awe of the champion’s beauty, you nearly missed the comment he made.

“You look amazing.” He spoke, his voice filled with so much affection for you. He always wore his heart on his sleeve. It was a trait you adored so much, even if was sometimes a flaw of his. A soft smile appeared on his face, the very same one that made you fall a bit more in love with him every single time. You couldn’t help but grin just a bit wider at the sight. 

You should be the one telling him that, in all honesty. The proper words to express your love for him were lost though. How could someone express such adoration and love? You thought there weren’t nearly enough words in all of the realms to tell him how much you truly admired him. 

His hand moved carefully towards your face, as if moving too fast would break the peaceful atmosphere. He was always so thoughtful about such things, especially so when it had to do with you. Then finally, after far too long, it settled on your cheek where it should be.

His thumb moved slowly across your face before it landed on your lips. It rubbed across your bottom lip leisurely. His gaze drifted away from your lips as he returned his thumb to rest on your cheek once more. Now they settled on looking into yours, and you wondered to yourself just how lucky you were to have such a man by your side.

“You are more lovely of a sight than all of the stars combined.” Raiden said, his voice filled with such sincerity it made your heart skip a beat. Then again, he was sincere in all things he said. It didn’t make you swoon over him any less. “I’m so lucky.” He confessed, humble as ever. You sighed at his little comment, withdrawing from his forehead to press a soft kiss on the tip of his nose for a moment.

You watched with silent admiration as color rose to his cheeks, blossoming in a soft reddish pink. Then, it spread across his face like a watercolor painting. If only you could save this view forever. You grinned at the sight, your heart swelling with joy. You couldn’t help but kiss him again, overwhelmed by the love you felt for the man in front of you.

What a sight.

JOHNNY CAGE

Your forehead pressed against Johnny Cage’s, and it felt like you were in a movie. Maybe you’ve been watching too many of his movies lately, but you couldn’t help it. You loved supporting him and his passions. The pride he had on being on screen was nearly palpable every time you watched one of his films. 

The feeling of being in a movie wasn’t helped with the way your lover was acting.

I mean…the way he was looking at you was pretty much the perfect shot for a movie. Your cheeks warmed up, and you were certain Johnny was bound to notice. Even if he wasn’t looking at your cheeks, his hands were sure to feel how the skin beneath them heated up. Your eyebrows rose up, looking at him a bit confused.

“What? Can’t I look at you?” Johnny inquired, sending you a smile. It wasn’t quite the practiced, perfect smile he sent his fans. No, it was the smile he always sent you. It was a little less perfect, but it was a little more real…a bit more genuine. Best of all, it was just for you. Your heart couldn’t help but flutter a little at the sight. 

By the gods your lover was so pretty. And he sure knew it, but how could you blame him? Looks like that were meant to be shown off. Even still, you were thankful for the small private moments like these were you were allowed to see the parts of him no one else could. It just reminded you of how fortunate you were to be with this man.

Little did you know how much he adored you right back.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, but in a light, playful manner. No, it wasn’t as if he couldn’t look at you. It just…mystified you why he looked at you like that. Like you were the most valuable thing he had. It felt almost impossible, after he once owned Sento, which he always went on and on about how he spent three million dollars on that. And that wasn’t counting the other countless possessions he had when he was at the peak of his richness.

And yet, despite your reservations on how much you deserved to be looked at like that, the admiration in his eyes made you reconsider. Johnny was always good at convincing you, he just had a way with words. Or sometimes his charisma was enough, much like in this case. His thumb brushed your cheek with a tenderness that made your heart skip a beat. 

“Thanks for being my number one fan.” He murmured, pulling back to press a soft kiss onto your forehead. He let out a small laugh, the one that made you feel like you were on top of the world. “I hope you know I’m also your number one fan too.” The actor reminded you, his eyebrows raising to punctuate his point.

You knew that you both were each other’s biggest supporters, and that type of loyalty was priceless.

KENSHI TAKAHASHI

You made sure to place your forehead against Kenshi’s softly, trying to be gentle. You smiled at him, even though he could not see it. This was one of the rare few times Kenshi did not have Sento around, letting himself be the most vulnerable. And those times were always with you. He trusted you with his life, so this step wasn’t too farfetched.

“I wish I could see you.” Kenshi murmured his voice mournful. His hands reached up to cup your face. He knew he could always see you with Sento. But he didn’t want that. He wanted to see you with his own eyes. The swordsman wanted to see you, and your radiant smile in full color. He was grateful for what he gained after his loss, but sometimes he longed for sight just for you.

He supposed he would have to make do with what he could do instead. 

Guiding his hands, you settled them on your face and closed your eyes. It was in these rare few moments that you two had a tradition. You were used to this and almost anticipated this every time he set Sento aside and sat down with you alone. His thumbs slowly rubbed your cheeks, as if marking out his starting place. Then, he finally began to move his hands. It was slow and deliberate, taking time to memorize every detail of your skin. Every winkle, bump, and mark, he wanted to remember it all. 

First his hands moved slightly up. His fingers traced the curves and lines of your ears, refreshing his memory of how they looked by touch alone. Then, it moved higher, noting your hairline with his thumbs. His fingers brushed across your forehead, his thumbs tracing around where your foreheads connected together.

As his fingers reached your closed eyes, they lingered there. No envy coursed through Kenshi’s veins. Instead, only gratefulness swelled throughout the swordsman. He was thankful that you did not also go through the pain of losing your eyes in such a painful way. Leaning forward, he kissed your eyelids with utmost care.

“I want to protect you.” Kenshi whispered, pulling back to reconnect your foreheads. You couldn’t help but smile at his words, knowing that he meant it from the bottom of his heart. His fingers continued to make their way down, tracing your nose before they stopped once again at your lips.

His fingers mapped out the curve of your lips, especially noting the way they curled up to form your fantastic smile. He took a deep breath in, admiring just how soft your lips were underneath his fingertips. By the gods, he could never get over how nice your lips feel. A smile appeared on his own lips as he felt your smile grow.

He always loved your smile. Whether it be seen through Sento or felt through his own hands it warmed his heart. He would do anything to keep it, and you, safe. 

And he knew, having you there in his hands as he pressed a gentle kiss to your smile, you would do the same for him.

SYZOTH

Sleepily, you pressed your forehead against Syzoth’s own forehead. Blearily, you opened your eyes to look at the man who slept beside you. He still looked half asleep as well. You looked him over, admiring the sight of the sleepy Zatteran. It was a sight that only you had the privilege to see. A smile appeared on your face as you raised a hand up to cup his cheek, your thumb rubbed circles to slowly coax him awake. 

Looking over the shoulder of your lover, you noted the sunlight streaming in from behind the parted curtains. It hit Syzoth just perfectly, making him look like he was glowing. For a moment, you wondered if your lover was an angel instead of a Zatteran. You certainly felt blessed enough to have him to believe it. Then, you heard the familiar reptilian grumbles emanate from his chest as his forehead rubbed gently against yours, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

Maybe he was both, you thought.

“Let’s just lie here for a bit more.” Syzoth mumbled, his voice laden with sleep. The arms around your waist were squeezing you tightly now, preventing any hope of climbing out of bed to start your day. It was as if you were a stuffed animal for him. You let out a small drowsy laugh, your fingers now pinching his cheek. As much as you adored sleepy mornings with your Zatteran lover, you knew that he had a very important job as the Empress’ emissary. Both of you had responsibilities to get to.

Syzoth simply huffed in response, not even responding with words to your attempt to wake him up. His hand reached up to grab yours. He pulled your hand off of his cheek and instead intertwined it with yours. The simple gesture made your heart melt. You could practically feel him basking in the warmth that you naturally radiated. You sighed as you opened your eyes a bit more, squeezing his hand in an attempt to pull him from dreamland.

“I promise I will get up soon.” Syzoth told you, his eyes now more open. It was almost as if he were awake the entire time, but he just was seeking an excuse to spend more time with you. Or maybe, that’s exactly what it was. You had a small idea of what the truth actually was.

You stared up into his stunning green eyes, the sight of them alone almost took your breath away. Combined with the gentle way he spoke, along with the way he looked at you, you easily believed him. Then again, you supposed you would believe anything he told you as long as he looked at you that way.

He could tell you that the sun was gone when it was high into the sky, or that the world was going to end within days and you’d believe him. How could you not when he looked at you that way? You sighed with fake reluctance as you relaxed in his embrace.

Okay, maybe you can sleep in a little longer.

KUAI LIANG

Your forehead settled against Kuai Liang and you enjoyed the warmth you felt from the contact. A smile rose to your lips. How lucky you were to be with a man who knew how to control fire. Equally warm hands reached up to cup your face in a gentle, affectionate way. A bit selfishly, you inched closer to him, seeking out his warmth. Your arms wrapped around him, trying your best to pull him as close as you could towards you. He seemed to notice, his hands pulling you just a tiny bit closer towards him as well.

Your heart fluttered at the gesture. Your lover always seemed to know exactly what you needed, even if you said nothing.

It was a cold, cold night. The chill of the night crept into your bones, and only the warmth of your lover seemed to abate it. You relaxed and closed your eyes, basking in the way he was naturally warm. It was always a comforting warmth, never the stifling kind that made you fidget. You always swore that you could fall asleep comfortably as long as Kuai Liang was there to warm you to lull you to bed. 

Sleeping was something the both of you should be doing, and yet you were instead. You were basking in the comfort of being in each other’s arms.

With the mastery of a man who has been training in discipline all of his life, he heated up his hands carefully. It was almost symbolic. The way he held you so carefully was almost like he was cradling a small flame. Kuai Liang made sure to make it hot enough that you would no longer feel the chill of the night air, but not hot enough to make you uncomfortable, not to even mention hurt you.

The last thing he would want to do is hurt you. You were his everything.

His eyes, those dark brown eyes you loved to look so deeply at, stared at your face. While he normally loved to watch you, after all you were his favorite thing to look at, he now watched you carefully to gauge your reaction. He sought out to see any signs of discomfort or pain. He had to make sure you were feeling as comfortable as possible. After all, you deserve nothing less than the best.

“Is this better, love?” Kuai Liang asked, his voice quiet amidst the silence. There were not many things the man craved. It was a thing he prided himself on, how he was considerably humble, but he couldn’t deny how he longed for your approval. Even in the small things. A breath of relief was released from his chest as he watched you slowly nod yes. “Good.”

It was only then that Kuai Liang allowed a rare smile to appear on his lips. Your eyes fluttered open, and you couldn’t help but to internally swoon over the sight. How could you not? It was so precious and rare. You stared at his smile, trying to sear the image into your mind permanently.

Maybe instead of using his powers he should have just smiled instead. It made you feel warm enough.

BI-HAN

You pressed your forehead against Bi-Han’s, his hands drawing you closer to him. It was quiet in his room, even the quiet breaths between you two seemed almost too loud for the peace. And yet you did not complain. How could you? You were having a private moment with the man everyone swore was made of ice. 

“Stay with me.” The man murmurs, his voice breaking the silence. You smiled at his demand, although it was more appropriate to call it a plea. You nodded, not wanting to break the moment of vulnerability you were bestowed. Your hands reached up to cup his face, matching the way he was holding you. He took a deep breath in, as if the next word was a heavy burden. “Please.”

His hands held you in such a specific way. It was careful and loving, but it was in such a way that felt like he was hiding you away from the world. It was not in the way that appeared that he was ashamed, not at all. If anything, Bi-Han was proud to be yours. No, the way he held you was so…private. 

It was as if he were shielding the two of you from nonexistent prying eyes. This was a moment to be shared between the two of you, not anyone else. Not even the world itself was allowed to intrude in such a special and sacred moment. Now that was the way Bi-Han held you.

He held you like a treasure he wanted to keep all to himself.

Gone from his face was the usual stern look he wore. Instead it was replaced with a slightly vulnerable softer look. His eyebrows were not furrowed, instead lifted slightly. His eyes felt warm and full of silent admiration for no one else but you. Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt all too lucky to be blessed with such a sight.

His hands, which were normally frosted over, were merely cool to the touch. It wasn’t uncomfortable, instead the gentle touch with the coolness made your heart flutter. His thumbs traced patterns on your cheeks, as if creating his own little snowflakes on your skin. The normally cold grandmaster’s drop from the eyes he seemed to get lost in a little too often towards your soft and pretty lips.

With a sharp inhale, he lifted his forehead away from yours for a moment. Unable to resist, the cyromancer placed a gentle kiss against your lips. His breath when he pulled away was cool against your lips. 

In this moment of vulnerability, he allowed a small, rare smile to grace his lips.

You swallowed, your eyes zeroing right onto the smile. How rare it was, how precious. How could you not help but gawk and admire? Despite your lover being a man who wielded ice, you found yourself melting all too easily into his gentle touches.

“Thank you for being here.” He murmured again, allowing himself to bare yet another part of his soul to you. Your thumbs traced his cheekbones and he knew the motion was answer enough. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax into your touch.

This was truly a moment that only you two were allowed to witness.

TOMAS VRBADA

As your forehead connected with Tomas’, you heard a sigh of exhaustion leave his lips. His arms draped around you lazily, almost having not enough energy to keep them around you. You let his weight lean onto you, almost letting the man nearly collapse on top of you. Another sigh left his lips as your hands kept his face close. It was almost as if you were keeping him up with your hands alone, at this point.

His eyes were shut, and you could see the hints of exhaustion begin to peek through his perfect face. As much as you knew he loved his new duties for the clan, you also knew he was beginning to hit his limits. Your thumb ran carefully across his face, almost like a little massage. The smallest of smiles appeared on his face at the little gesture.

“Training initiates are hard.” Tomas mumbled, and your heart nearly broke at how utterly tired he sounded. Even despite his exhaustion, you could tell the passion he had for his responsibilities. Still, it worries you no less. You hummed, an acknowledgement of his tiredness. You felt him lean a little more into your touch, allowing himself to indulge within the small moment you were sharing with him.

His arms moved around you a little less languidly, as if he found a second wind within your presence. And it was true, just being around you was enough to give him the strength to do more than he thought he could. Oftentimes when he felt like collapsing he thought of you waiting for him, and it gave him just enough energy to make it back into your arms every single day. 

With another sigh he pulled you closer, a sense of greediness in his actions. You let him, indulging him. His smile grew a bit as he nuzzled your nose against yours slowly. A laugh left your lips at the action, and Toma’s heart couldn’t help but leap at the sound. Just your laugh was enough to re-energize him. Did you know how much you meant to him?

“Thank you for waiting for me.” Tomas said, his voice dripping with all the love he held for you. He knew that sometimes you would wait long stretches of time for him to return after every day ever since he was entrusted with more responsibilities. You never complained, never whined, you just welcomed him back every day with open arms. 

He could ask for nothing more.

With a little chuckle, he squeezed you tightly. It was as if he was trying to show you how much he adored you, just how grateful he was with one giant hug. For that, you rewarded him with a small kiss, featherlight, right above his left eyebrow on his scar. It was a gesture Tomas swooned over. Even if you could not remove the scar itself, you could at least imbue better memories associated with it.

Even if he was given the weight of the world to balance on his shoulders, he would not complain as long as he had you to return to every night.

SHANG TSUNG

Your forehead pressed against Shang Tsung’s and suddenly it felt like the world didn’t matter. Your eyes closed, a sign of trust that Shang Tsung truly didn’t deserve. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, allowing you to pull yourself close to the sorcerer. His arms, meanwhile, draped in a most elegant manner around you.

In these small moments where you closed your eyes, Shang Tsung truly let himself indulge in the beauty that was you. His eyes scanned your face, noting all the features that truly made you one of a kind. All the little things that you perceived as quirks and imperfections seemed only to create a masterpiece for him. For a man who has been condemned to a life of misery by the universe, he was fortunate that it was kind enough to let him meet you.

As your eyes fluttered open, the man had to reel himself back in. His gaze, though still soft, became just the tiniest bit more guarded. His smile which had been so genuine became just a little more precise and practiced. It wasn’t as if he didn’t show any love, far from it. But he had to remember that with the ambitions and plans he held, he had to just be a little more protective of himself. It’d be simply foolish to show just how much he adored you.

Everyday with you, however, the cracks were getting harder and harder to conceal. 

“You look simply amazing my dear.” Shang Tsung complimented, raising a careful hand to stroke your cheek. Despite his compliment, that was not how he felt. He felt more for you, and you had no idea. You were stunning, gorgeous, divine, so much more than just amazing. But even all the words he could think of to describe you was not sufficient enough. For now, just amazing would do.

Your smile, which you blessed him with, had his heart aflutter. Before meeting you, Shang Tsung had little reservations about using others for his own gain. Others were simply an end to a means for him. And yet, with you, the idea of lumping you with the others he was quite ready to dispose of made him feel uneasy.

You were much more than just another stepping stone. Oh, but if the world were to know about his weakness for you, the universe would cast their cruel eyes upon you next. Selfish as the sorcerer was in keeping the truth of how deep his feelings were for you, he also saw it as a blessing. As long as the universe did not scorn you the way it did him, it was enough for now.

Letting the mask facade of how he felt slip just a touch, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. With pride and satisfaction he felt your cheeks heat up just for him. Sometimes it comforted him to know that you felt perhaps a fraction of the love he truly held for you. 

Maybe one day, just maybe, he’d finally let you know just how much power you had over him and his heart.

MILEENA

Your forehead pressed against Mileena’s, and you wished it was enough to drive the whispers away. In the privacy of your shared chambers, it was quiet. It was a nice reprieve from the stress of the throne and the doubters of your lover that you so loathed. Your hands reached up to cup her pretty face that you adored, looking into her eyes.

A smile was on her face. It was a weary one. You knew while Mileena strove to be the best Empress she could be, and took great pride in it, she often was tired by the end of the day because of it. Even if it was not physically, the mental toll of being on top of such a throne was tough work. You did not envy the burden she shouldered, but there were times you wished you could share the burden of it just so she can rest a little bit better.

You knew you could not, so you did whatever else you could instead.

You moved your forehead away to press a few kisses to her forehead, wishing so desperately that it would abate the worries of doubt that were planted in her head. If not that, you hoped that your kisses at least passed along some of your own energy so she could power through. You wondered, for a moment, if it was possible to do that. Your thumbs traced her cheekbones, and you wondered silently to yourself how you were so lucky to become her lover. You nearly missed the adoring gleam in her eyes, and it was a look that made your breath catch.

“I’ll prove those doubters wrong, don’t worry.” Your empress promised, her voice fueled with the determination of a woman who has been scorned. You smiled, knowing she had been able to read you and your thoughts like a book. To be so in sync with your lover was a blessing you were ever thankful for. As an acknowledgement of her words, you gave her another kiss, this time pressing it upon the scar that went through her eyebrow.

You never doubted Mileena’s prowess. She had so much drive, how could you not? And yet, if you could, you would do anything to silence the doubters. How dare they question her rule, how could they not see  the wonderful woman who was born to rule? You often told yourself, to calm yourself down, that they were merely jealous of your lover. 

“There is nothing more I need than you to be by my side, dearest.” Mileena told you, her fingers tracing your cheek. Your heart skipped a beat, and you knew in that moment that if you could, you would stay by her side to always cheer her on. She didn’t even need to ask you.

You grabbed her hands, intertwining them with yours. You squeezed them tightly, trying to pour all the encouragement that you could not find enough words for in that one action. She returned the squeeze, a content sigh leaving her lips as her smile grew. 

Maybe you couldn’t help with every trouble she had, but you could at least make her smile…and maybe that was just enough.

KITANA

You pressed your forehead against Kitana’s brow, and finally you felt your worries dissipate. It was hard to be the lover of a Supreme Commander. Every day you feared for your lover’s life. It was not as if you doubted her prowess on the battlefield. It was far from that, you thought she was the best fit for Supreme Commander after all. Even if she was the best fit, you sometimes selfishly wished that someone else would take her place so she could stay safe.

You have never confessed this selfish little secret to her.

It was just that…war was cruel. You’ve heard and known the horrors of war and how death doesn’t discriminate. Sometimes accidents happen, or a death can come out of nowhere. You feared that one day it might take the best thing you have in your life. 

But now you didn’t need to worry, because now she was back and in your arms. You let out a sigh as you pressed your forehead a little more towards her. Meanwhile, your fingers traced the injuries she had suffered from the skirmishes she had gone through. You noted how the bandages from the medics were fresh. Your heart squeezed at the sight of them. If only civil war was not looming over Outworld, then she would not have to sacrifice herself out there on the battlefield. 

“It’s okay, I’m safe.” Kitana whispered, dragging you out of your worrying mind. Her fingers traced your cheek, and she looked at you with a gentle gaze. You marveled at her ability to whisk away your worries. Looking into her eyes alone calmed you down and made you feel like everything was alright. You wished you could do the same for her. Her other hand intertwined with yours, squeezing it gently. You noted how her hands were still remarkably soft for a woman who goes to war. A soft smile appeared on her face, and you could not help the way that your heart raced.

Words caught in your throat, and you found yourself unable to express the utter amount of love you felt for the princess. How could you express these overwhelming feelings that threatened to consume you? You figured it was impossible to ever express just how much she meant to you with words alone. Instead, you moved to press a few kisses on her injuries. If only you had the ability to heal her wounds just like that. Did she know you would do that for her? A light laugh left Kitana’s lips at your actions, and you swooned over the sound.

“I appreciate you.” She said, her voice light with the remnants of the laughter she had blessed upon you. Her hand squeezed yours again to punctuate her point. You smiled at her, wanting to ingrain the sight of her being happy and by your side forever into your mind. Your thumb rubbed small circles on her hand.

Maybe she had to go to war, it was a harsh reality you’ve accepted, but as long as she returned to be in your arms…that would be enough.

ASHRAH

Your forehead pressed against Ashrah’s, and the music in the background made the moment feel just perfect. A wide smile appeared on your face as you guided your lover through a slow dance. You watched with joy as your lover’s eyes were wide with admiration as you led her through the dance. You wondered for a moment if she knew how much you adored her in return. Surely she didn’t, how could she? The both of you swayed back and forth, enjoying the intimate moment.

“There was nothing like this back in the Netherrealm.” Ashrah marveled, a smile that made your heart melt on her lips. It was the very same smile she would give you every time you showed her the joys of Earthrealm. You could never tire of the sight, and you knew you’d do anything to see it over and over again.

That was exactly why you introduced her to the idea of slow dancing. You knew she would have probably never experienced anything like this. And you were right. You were honored to be her first ever dance partner. The twinkle in her eye showed that she was just as happy to have you guiding her through this dance.

Together with the memories you formed together, you knew she was creating more and more of a home within this realm. You hoped that you were included in her idea of home.

A laugh left your lips as you pulled her close, craving more contact. Despite her dexterity in combat, she was not used to dancing. Chuckles left the both of you as you stumbled a bit, tripping over each other’s feet. Luckily, she did not fall. Instead, you held her tightly. You gripped her hip tightly, making sure she was steady.

“Forgive me, I wasn’t expecting that.” Ashrah apologized after her laughter died down. You found you could only grin and shake your head at her apology. You two were out here to create memories and have fun, not to dance perfectly for anyone else. She could step on your toes every few seconds and you could care less. Her laughter alone made up for any mistakes she made. “Thank you for showing me these Earthrealm customs.”

Anytime, you thought. Honestly, you would do anything for her. It was hard to believe she was a demon with a heart as pure as her’s. You didn’t care though. Her past as a demon was often a source of confusion and concern for others, but never for you. All that mattered was who she was now, and she was simply fantastic.

“I think I quite like dancing.” Ashrah commented, pressing a light kiss upon your cheek. Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at her with eyes full of adoration. How could you not swoon over her? You returned the favor, pressing a few light kisses all over her face. You couldn’t help it. Another melodic laugh left her lips.

Yeah, you think you like dancing too.

HAVIK

Your forehead bumped against Havik’s and you enjoyed the moment of serenity that was brought with it. You watched as your lover’s eyes closed, a rare moment in which he allowed himself to relax. You couldn’t help but to feel honored by the small gesture. He was always fighting, striving to fight for what his ideals were, but around you the man felt no need.

You eyed his scars, the ones he had gotten as a slave. Carefully, you reached out to brush your fingers against his scars. The care you put into the touch was not necessary, you knew Havik was strong and a simple brush against them would not break the man. Yet it felt it was necessary, These were reminders of his harsh past, a memory of why he was out there, fighting.

Honestly, all of him was a canvas. You knew very well that your lover was capable of healing his wounds ever since he met Quan Chi. Had he wanted, you knew he could repair the wounds he had gained through all of his life. But he didn’t. His body was his story. Every bump, bruise, cut that left a mark became like a stroke of paint. You couldn’t help but adore how he kept his imperfections. Not many would.

“Most don’t realize why I keep those around.” Havik grunted. There was a sense of frustration in his tone, no one else but you understood the vision he saw for the future, let alone understood the way he thought. You knew though. Even if he were to forget everything about you, he knew he would recognize your understanding from the reverence you carried when you traced the past injuries he wore like a badge. Only others who understood his ideals for the future would do the same.

You also knew that he thought it looked more fearsome. A burnt and scarred man was much more striking than a normal man. Your fingers trailed up his body, mapping out the locations of his injuries with your touch. Then, you let your fingers rest on his jawline right below where his flesh turned into exposed gums and teeth.

“You understand me.” Your lover said, his voice filled with the same amount of admiration for you as it did when he spoke of his vision for Seidou. You couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat as you realized that fact. You bumped your forehead gently against his again. Seeing as he had no lips to kiss, the two of you had settled on forehead bumping instead.

You felt Havik raise a hand, his touch gentle as it gripped your chin. He wasn’t known for gentle touches or gestures, but you were the exception. Softly, he bumped his forehead against yours again. Then, he rubbed it back and forth affectionately. You were, perhaps, the only person in the world he would allow himself to be this quaint with.

It was all for you, the one who he considered to be a true partner.

CASSIE CAGE

Your forehead settled against Cassie’s, and suddenly you were disinterested in the movie in the background. Instead, you were far too preoccupied with the sight of your lover and how radiant she looked with the colors of the television shining against her skin. How was it that every type of color seemed to compliment her perfectly?

“I thought we were supposed to be watching a movie.” Cassie teased, her eyebrows raising as she sent you a playful grin. She was a hypocrite though, as her attention was more on you rather than the movie she had picked out. Her arm was slung around your shoulders and you were cuddled close together on the couch.

Today was one of her rare days off. Ever since she got promoted, she’s been busier than ever. And yet, there were moments you two managed to find and relax together. Tonight was supposed to be movie night, you let her pick anything she wanted…as long as it wasn’t one of her dad’s films. She rolled her eyes at your little stipulation, but agreed. Your lover saw enough of her dad at work.

Even with your little agreement, you found yourself entranced with Cassie more. I mean, how could you not be? Her smile just seemed to be more eye-catching than anything Hollywood could produce. You were so entranced by her, in fact, that you didn’t notice the hand that snuck up to pinch your cheek. You jolted in surprise, letting out a small laugh.

“Thought I lost you there!” Your lover giggled, her hand now cupping your cheek instead. Her thumb gently rubbed over the part she had pinched, as if to soothe it. She let out a small sigh as she moved to nuzzle your cheek before giving it an affectionate smooch. “You know, Grandma Carlton has been dying to meet you.” She confessed, her voice going a touch sentimental.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt excitement course through your veins. Has Cassie been telling good things about you to her grandmother? Upon seeing your giddy expression, she squeezed your shoulder with the hand that laid upon it. 

“Hey, have I ever told you how much I adore you?” Cassie asked, and you felt like you were falling all over again. Cassie must have taken acting lessons at one point, because she knew exactly how to make you swoon as if she were the lead in a movie. Her eyes glimmered with affection as she pressed another kiss to your cheek. 

A laugh that revitalized your soul came from your lover as you returned the favor and gave her a soft kiss back. In the midst of her laughter, you vaguely heard her mention how you were both definitely missing out on the plot. You didn’t care though, you were too busy admiring the real beauty in front of you.

Who needed movies? All you needed was Cassie, and you had a feeling she didn’t mind missing out too just for you.

[euphoriaishername]

Hours of Fruit-Feeding and Endless Words

The early afternoon sunlight poured lazily through the curtains of the living room, filling the shared house you had with Joshua with a sleepy, golden warmth. It was one of those rare days when you had no deadlines, no assignments, no urgent schedules — just hours stretching ahead with no purpose other than existing.

You sat cross-legged on the couch, your hands flying animatedly as you spoke, weaving story after story, memory after memory, without a single pause.

Across from you, perched with a patience that only Jeonghan seemed to naturally possess, was Jeonghan-oppa himself — holding a plate of neatly cut fruits in one hand and a small fork in the other.

Every few minutes, he’d gently lift a piece of fruit — a strawberry slice, a cube of apple, or a golden piece of mango — and offer it towards you.

But you, entirely caught up in whatever happy thought was tumbling out of your mouth next, barely noticed the offered fruit until he nudged it closer.

"Yah," he said softly, the corner of his mouth lifting, "Eat, baby."

You blinked up at him, all sunshine and startled innocence, before quickly taking the piece into your mouth, chewing while already continuing your story. Jeonghan smiled, setting the fork back down for a moment only to pick it up again once you swallowed, preparing the next bite.

It had been nearly an hour, and somehow you had managed to finish maybe... five pieces.

Jeonghan didn’t seem to mind at all. He sat there, one leg draped over the other, leaning back against the couch like he had all the time in the world for you. Every so often, he hummed in response to your endless stream of thoughts, his eyes fond, sometimes even playful when you made a particularly dramatic face or exaggerated detail.

"You know what I realized?" you said, pausing only to gasp a little, before leaning forward.

Jeonghan immediately lifted another piece of fruit toward you, only to have you ignore it again as you kept talking.

"Hmm?" he said, tilting his head to the side patiently.

You launched into another tangent — about the books you were reading, how you hated that one character so much you felt like throwing the book across the room, about how you planned to rearrange your closet even though you knew you wouldn't. About how Shua had insisted you needed 'more sleep' but you insisted you were 'young and lively.' About the sky outside looking ‘poetically lazy.’

Jeonghan listened. He nodded. He laughed at all the right parts.

But mostly — he kept holding up fruit slices for you, waiting.

"Eat, sweetheart," he murmured again, the word 'sweetheart' rolling off his tongue like he said it every day — which he almost did. You giggled, taking the slice this time, before talking even faster to catch up for the few seconds your mouth was busy chewing.

Jeonghan had just lifted a fresh cube of apple when the front door creaked slightly.

Neither of you noticed — not even when Joshua stepped quietly into the living room, fresh from an errand he had to run.

He paused in the doorway.

The sight was so natural, so achingly sweet, that it froze him in place for a second: Jeonghan sitting like a king of patience, holding out fruits you were barely eating, your entire face lit up with excitement, hands moving, voice animated, while Jeonghan just smiled and waited for you to notice the food again.

Without a word, Joshua pulled his phone from his pocket.

He clicked a picture.

Soft click.

A memory saved.

You didn’t hear it. You were too busy recounting some ridiculous thing you saw at the store the other day, your laugh bubbling up like the happiest sound in the room. Jeonghan didn’t hear it either — he only shifted the fruit closer to your mouth once again, like a gentle reminder.

Joshua watched for a second longer, a slow fondness curling in his chest — a love not just for you, but for the way the people he loved loved you, too.

He cleared his throat softly then, announcing his presence.

Both you and Jeonghan turned toward him, startled.

"Hey, Shua!" you chirped, waving enthusiastically. The fork Jeonghan was holding bonked your cheek lightly when you moved too fast, making both Jeonghan and Joshua chuckle.

Joshua smiled and walked a few steps closer — but instead of saying anything about what he saw, he simply asked Jeonghan something completely unrelated.

"Han, did you find my headphones? I think I left them here yesterday."

Jeonghan nodded, gesturing vaguely toward the kitchen counter with the hand that wasn’t holding fruit. "Yeah, I put them there. You’re welcome."

Joshua grinned. "Thanks. I'll grab them before I head out again."

Then, with a soft ruffle of your hair as he passed by — a touch so quick and familiar it made you beam — Joshua left the living room, disappearing back down the hall.

You immediately returned to your storytelling without missing a beat.

Jeonghan just shook his head fondly, offering another fruit slice toward you. "You talk more than you breathe," he teased lightly.

You gasped. "Oppa! That’s so mean!"

He only laughed, the sound low and fond, and lifted the fork again.

"Eat, little baby," he said, a warmth in his voice that made your heart feel a little fuller. "Or we’ll still be here when the sun goes down."

You pouted dramatically, snatched the fruit slice from the fork, and then leaned back against the couch like you were exhausted from the effort. Jeonghan only chuckled again, settling in — ready for another few hours if that’s what it took.

Neither of you knowing that somewhere on Joshua’s phone, a picture was now saved — a little snapshot of the endless hours, the laughter, the fruit you never finished, and the kind of love that didn’t need words to be understood.

[leah-lover]

Doctor. Alexia putellas x reader.

Angst

As a medic of a football club, not having anything to do is considered a blessing. You are the happiest member of the team when a training session or a match goes without a hiccup. However, when an injury does in fact happen you train yourself to isolate your feelings and be as objective as possible with your patients.

As the years progressed you had a close relationship with the team, you considered all of them to be a part of the family. Especially your relationship with a certain captain you had caught a big crush for.

Being subtle about your relationship isn't as easy with Alexia being around almost all the time. You both tried very hard to keep your bodies off of each other which were successful most of the time.However, sometimes she would steal a kiss on your office, hold you waist, or just look at you with most love sick eyes when you were taping yet up.

Your relationship only got stronger during her ACL recovery. You were the chief doctor responsible for her rehab in which you did well and you were her girlfriend who held her at night when she had doubts about her career.

When Alexia first came back to the pitch you were very proud of her, you continued to support her and be there for her at every start and sub, and you celebrated the hardest when she scored.

The team didn't know about your relationship but they knew you two were close after her rehab.

Today was as usual as any other day. You started out the work day by checking out the girls, taping some of them before sending them off to the field. You would normally watch the girls train and observe if anybody was hiding an injury.

You were watching as usual when you heard a familiar scream. You ran to the field as quickly as possible.

“joder joder joder” yelled Alexia.

“ It's okay I am here with you. You are gonna be okay, is it your knee?.” You say brushing the hair out of her face.

“ No no, I am fine, just help me stand up.”

“ Ale no you need to be evaluated the way you scream, want normal and you like you are in a lot of pain.

“ I told you I am alright I need to train, just go “ she said while trying to get up and walk but she failed.

“ Alexia you are not playing another minute you either come with Me or I will bring out the stretcher. “

She complies with you after you give her a stern look.

Once you are inside your office she doesn't say a word to you but you didn't need her to, you knew she was in pain and she was afraid to show it. After examining her knee you knew that she affected the acl graft.

You sit down next to her, she is still looking at the ground and not saying a thing.

“ Amor, it's gonna be okay. I will be with you the whole way again. It's just a set back honey “

You see a tear come out of her eyes which you wipe with your thumb.

Alexia normally reacts every time you touch her but this time she was stiff and she still hasn't said a word.

You quickly get your stuff, give her crouches and take her home, leaving your responsibilities to your assistant.

When you get home Alexia goes directly to the couch and shuts down, so you follow her.

“ Ale let's go shower,we will do it together with some music just like you like.”

Still no response or even a look.

“ Okay enough babying get up right now it's not the end of the world you will get back up again.” You say hoping the thought treatment would help her snap out of it.

“ You don't know how I feel.” You barely hear her say.

“ Ale of course I do. You feel helpless, tired, and angry. That's how I feel too. yes this is happening to you but just fight for yourself just like I want to do for you.”

She doesn't respond to you but you see her close off on you.

“ Ale don't go there again. Please. Let's go shower and then we can talk.” You say and hold out your hand for her to take.

Once you are in the shower you strip her of her kit, and hold her under the warm water. You give her a few kisses before you wash her hair slowly and massage her scalp. She is still stiff under you but you continue to try and get the tension out of her body and show her that you are there for her.

Once you are done you help her back to your bed and you lay next to her.

Her acl scar is visible to you so you go directly to it and give it a few kisses. Alexia flinches at your touch but relaxed when you continue.

You give her more and more kisses.

“ Would you like to retry that thing we did the other day? I still have only a few hours left.”

She smiles at your request so you take off your robe.

“ Si . Doctora. ” She whispers.

[slut4msby]

one of 'those'. sakusa kiyoomi x reader (part two.)

+ tags & warnings; part one is not needed to read part two :3

+ a/n; day 4/7!! i thought yall deserved a part two but i also just really wanted to write a part two :3

+ part one.

Ever since you gave birth to your daughter almost two years ago, Kiyoomi had not put her down. He would always tell you it’s because you were constantly working too hard and needed a break, which was the partial truth. In reality Kiyoomi couldn’t get enough of his daughter. She was the happiest baby, constantly giggling and smiling the complete opposite of Sakusa, however her looks were uncanny with her father. The pair was inseparable. When Sakusa would go away for away-games Mei would be in tears until you facetimed Kiyoomi, suddenly her smile which you adored so much was back. If Kiyoomi wasn’t available you would have to put on old matches or interviews containing her father. It made you a little bit jealous that Kiyoomi managed to steal all of your daughter's attention despite the fact you were the one who gave birth to her. 

Today Sakusa was at another away game. He missed his two pretty girls like hell, the same cycle for each game. All he wanted to do was go home and cuddle up to his wife and daughter. This time was different though, with the help of Meian you had planned to surprise Kiyoomi at the match today. Today’s match was important for Sakusa, MSBY Vs. EJP Raijin. A match against his cousin, and former teammate. The perfect match to bring Mei too. You had planned to sit in the stands to not distract Kiyoomi, and surprise him after the match by going down with your pass towards the end of the match.

As you arrived at the stadium with your daughter in hand. She wore a MSBY #15 jersey for her dad that was too big - essentially wearing it as a dress. Her hair was in two pigtails tied with yellow bows that matched her curly black hair. 

“You ready Mei-Mei?” You asked your daughter. To which she eagerly nodded in response, she was Sakusa’s biggest fan.

You and your daughter walked up to your seats, not too far back that Mei couldn’t see but also not too close that your surprise would be given away.

The match started off with Tomas serving for MSBY. The rallies were intense as expected from a division 1 match. As the rotation moved it was now Atsumu’s turn to serve. This piqued Mei’s interest as she looked closer and then back to you, “MAMA LOOK! IT’S UNCLE TSUMU!” Your daughter yelled. You couldn’t help but giggle at your daughter’s excitement. Sakusa hated how Atsumu got your daughter to call him ‘uncle Atsumu’. Your daughter was now watching intensely as Komori failed to receive the ball. “Momo, couldn’t pick it up mama. I don’t think I could either.” Your daughter frowned as Atsumu went in for his second serve, this time Komori was able to receive the ball almost flawlessly making your daughter stare at her actual uncle with admiration. However when EJP went to attack, MSBY perfectly received the ball letting Atsumu set up an attack which he tossed to Sakusa, scoring.

“And that’s MSBY’s #15, Kiyoomi Sakusa!” The commentators added over the speakers.

“Dada! Mama look! It’s dad.” 

“It is dad, Mei-Mei!” You say giving your daughter a tight squeeze, making her giggle. 

As the game was in it’s last set you got up from your seat, grabbing Mei and your belongings heading into the foyer. You walked up to the security showing them your lanyard before walking down to the court. Making sure to stand to the side walking towards their coach, Samson Foster. 

“Ah! I see you guys made it just in time.” Foster said, waving at Mei.

It was now at match point. You stood there intensely watching with Mei as the teams put all their effort into attacking and defending.

“Bokkun!” You heard Atsumu shout.

Bokuto ran up to the net, jumping. Only to get blocked by Suna and Bokuto’s ex-teammate Tatsuki Washio. MSBY’s Libero Shion Inunaki was quick to receive the ball.

“Omi!” Atsumu called, tossing the ball to Kiyoomi.

And Sakusa being Sakusa scored perfectly. “DADA!” Mei shouted towards Kiyoomi, gaining his attention. As his daughter enthusiastically waved at him.

The final whistle blew, gaining screams from the crowd as MSBY celebrated their win. Mei ran over to her dad who turned around at the sound of his daughter's footsteps, picking her up and throwing her in the air before catching her. “I didn’t know you two were going to be here.” He said to his daughter.

“It was mummy’s idea!” 

Kiyoomi couldn’t help but turn to you standing on the side, “Mhm? Well Mummy’s always got brilliant ideas, hey?” Mei eagerly nodded, “how ‘bout you go back to mummy and I’ll come see you two in a second.” He said before kissing his daughter's head, causing her to giggle and run back to you.

The two teams finished their post match traditions before Kiyoomi came over to your side. “Didn’t know you were gonna be here.” He said softly.

“Surprise!” You smiled at him. 

You walked with your daughter and husband towards the exit, “I’m going to get changed, I’ll see you two in a bit.”

“Okay dada!” Mei chimed.

As you and Mei stood waiting for your husband, someone crept behind you grabbing your daughter's shoulders causing her to let out a shriek. 

“Boo!” The voice called out.

You and Mei turned around, to see Komori standing behind you. “Momo!” Mei beamed. 

“Hey Mei-Mei, hey Y/N!” Komori said before picking up Mei giving her a hug, “Did ya like watching me Mei-Mei?”

“Yeah! But I liked watching dada more.” Mei said sternly.

“Of course you did. Your dad has a lot of fans you know. But I think you’re his favourite fan.” 

“Mei-chan!” Bokuto yelled out before him and Hinata ran up to your daughter. “Bo! Shoyo!” Mei said excitedly. 

The group of boys started chatting and playing with Mei as you waited for your husband. 

“Mei~ Your uncle ‘Tsumu is here!” Atsumu called proudly.

“Uncle ‘Tsumu!” 

“Stop making my daughter call you that, Miya.” Kiyoomi stated firmly. Before walking over to you. Kiyoomi was never one for affection but as you two stood there watching your daughter, he had snaked a hand around your waist. “I love you, and I love Mei.” He said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Mhm? I love you too, Kiyo. But I think Bokuto is trying to steal our daughter.” You giggle. 

This caused Kiyoomi to go into what you called “Serious dad Kiyoomi mode” - very original name. “Hey, bring me my daughter back!” 

“How did I get so lucky?”  You smile to yourself. 

©slut4msby.

[eruscreaminginthedistance]

The tweets are giving pandering to a very specific subset of the fandom that are still complaining that their HoFs aren't still the main character ngl. Saying "you don't want characters to return cos we'll do something mean to them" is bizarrely juvenile. Like yes, unironically I think anyone who engages with your stories in an intelligent way sees the value in killing off or ruining the happy endings of beloved characters in service of a compelling narrative and showcasing the impacts of our choices.

The choice to sacrifice Hawke or the Warden - potentially Alistair - in The Nightmare was one of the best moments in Inquisition, one that was diluted in playthroughs where one was stuck with, say, Stroud. Mass Effect 3 is full of amazing moments like these - are Kirby and Weekes saying that we wouldn't want another Mordin? Another Legion? All the incredibly impactful moments of that third installment where our decisions played out to either the benefit or detriment of beloved characters? Are Kirby and Weekes really putting all of the fandom under the umbrella of a minority of entitled fans who would rather their faves be the specialist most happiest characters in existence in favour of the dark and high stakes narrative the first two games set the series up to be? What a bizarre response this has been.

All this to say, I wish these devs would just be honest and admit carrying over all those decisions is just too much work. Turning the finger to the fandom and claiming the fans just don't know any better isn't doing anyone any favours. As if returning creator-favourite Morrigan is in any danger or will have anything go wrong for her in any way. Just stick to your guns, guys; overwhelmed at the work is way more understandable than this made-up position that this is secretely what the fans want. Yes, I expect that when you keep bringing back significant characters in Veilguard that you do put in all that effort and do something more interesting with them than just fanservice, hence why I've been asking for months why Varric isn't dead yet.

But for the most part, nobody is expecting fully voiced and mocapped cameos or questlines from every single fan favourite or potentially relevant character. It's really just the throwaway lines and codex entries that people like me would want; just getting a sense that the world is a living thing that is breathing and acting even while we're away, and that even if our impacts did not influence the game itself, they still had an effect on the world.

[antennas-to-heaven]

a ramble on daisy and guest 1337's relationship

i think being married And being childhood friends they stuck together through thick and thin, they were there for each other during their worst moments and found each other in what was essentially the worst time of their life, when they were freshly orphans. though i do headcanon that daisy didn't have the best relationship with her parents; i headcanon that, like guest, she was bullied frequently (ranging from teasing to trying to cut her hair short) since she was the Weird Autistic Girl™️ who went to special ed classes.

her parents disregarded her emotions as being "overdramatic" and stuff and because of that she was actually not that sad over losing them. but it was hard acclimating in the orphanage at first, and she was still bullied a lot, with guest and matt being her only friends.

daisy and 1337 related to each other a lot since they were both bullied (1337 for being a guest, daisy for being autistic) and being essentially outcasts. daisy was the one who helped guest find his place in the world, one of the few people who loved him unconditionally. 1337 genuinely felt safe around daisy and vice versa. they both spent their life being marginalized by most people around them and together, even in their lowest points, were able to pick the pieces back up bit by bit. they and matt always snuck out of the orphanage, going on what is essentially long hiking trips and exploring the world around them.

1337 learned a lot about botany and birdwatching thanks to daisy, and daisy learned a lot about fish and marine life thanks to 1337. they'd always sneak out together and sometimes wander so far away the caretakers in the orphanage had to set up entire search parties because they ended up in a far away part of the town. 1337 also started reading a lot more thanks to daisy; she always liked people reading to her, it made her feel safe, and 1337 always volunteered to read to her, even purposefully picking her favourite books out. 1337 knew daisy enjoyed listening to people, and he was always a bit of a talker, so he'd spend hours talking his head off about whateverwhat while daisy nodded along. for once, 1337 felt heard and seen.

daisy didn't take care of her hair much, and guest immediately volunteered to brush it for her; this became a small, 10 minute activity they'd always do together, simply to stay close to each other. when they got married, daisy's hair was actually a lot longer and fluffier than it was when she was at the orphanage. in fact, the marriage was the happiest moment for both daisy and 1337, so much so that they both ended up ugly crying during the wedding from how happy they were.

after so much time going on hiking trips, shyly holding hands, sharing soft kisses and laughs and discussing their plans for the future, they finally had their own proper place to live in, together. they loved each other unconditionally and were so incredibly happy.

though, i also feel like things weren't all sunshine and rainbows either. with their traumas and rough upbringings, they both had issues that snowballed pretty hard during their time together. guest 1337 never fully let himself be vulnerable while daisy was never honest to herself about her feelings, letting herself roll with the punches.

with the threat of war and the bacon army looming, they both desperately tried to keep each other safe, but ended up smothering each other, to the point where they were utterly codependent on each other. but they weren't able to fully admit their faults yet. 1337 and daisy would start fighting because of this lack of communication and admissions, and while things did get pretty harsh (things being broken, screaming matches, emotional breakdowns), it wasn't all doom and gloom.

after a fight, they'd try their best to patch things up and at least take some responsibility for it. though, with their desperate attempts to keep each other safe (daisy keeping 1337 safe from the bacon army, 1337 knowing daisy doesn't like people very much and wanting to keep her away from any stressors) they were essentially smothering themselves so hard that things became just about incredibly suffocating.

however, with the advent of daisy's pregnancy, the two realized that things couldn't go on like this anymore, especially once a kid would be added to the equation. 1337, wanting to follow the example of his late parents, and daisy, not wanting to repeat the mistakes of her late parents, started going to couples therapy and finally opening up to each other about their more deep seated issues, starting with 1337's stubbornness and daisy's doormat tendencies.

things were finally looking up for them, especially with charlotte's birth and getting to see her grow up, till the great war broke out. with 1337 and matt enlisting in the war and having to leave and fight, daisy was once again alone, the only difference being that charlotte was there too. she tried to stay strong for her daughter, but some days, daisy could barely get out of bed and take care of herself. charlotte quickly caught onto this and wanted to help her mom, which she denied because she didn't wanna bring her young daughter into her emotional messes.

when she gets the news that 1337 has "died", her entire world crumbles atop of her and when matt comes back to the town due to his injuries, he also has to sort of watch over her due to the grief taking a toll so big on her she could barely take care of herselfor even her daughter, who was also traumatized from the loss. matt had to take care of them both, essentially.

this is where the story splits based on canon: in the last guest, 1337 is revealed to be alive and reunites with daisy and charlotte, with things becoming better for the three of them as time passes.

however, in forsaken, 1337 is dead. full stop. while daisy and charlotte do recover, albeit slowly, matt and molly have to essentially watch over them for a while alongside their own daughter because of the toll the grief takes on them while guest is stuck in what is basically purgatory, desperate to go back to his loved ones, but as more and more time passes, he just wishes they've found a way to move on without him. in forsaken, as more and more time passes, daisy finds herself alone. 1337 is dead, matt and molly are taking care of their own family and charlotte has pursued academic goals out of town. daisy is alone, the only thing tethering her to reality being the backyard where she, 1337 and charlotte always used to garden in. it's sad, really. she has essentially nobody.

bonus: in the milestones 1-4 guest 1337 canon, 1337 has to spend less time with daisy and charlotte to the point his only way of communicating with them is through letters. 1337 sends letters sparingly, though very long and detailed, while daisy sends him poems, pressed flowers, charlotte's drawings, sentimental things like that. they're pretty heavily separated, but they at least have a way to communicate. it gets suffocatingly silent sometimes, but things are at the very least okay.

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Romantic Miguel HC

When Miguel is in love, he's in love. Whoever has captured his heart, he's all theirs to either make or break them. If it's one sided, he'll pine from afar. If he's told to walk away, he'll walk away and love from afar. It's in his nature to go overboard with emotions, and that includes being in love.

He'll be captivated by the essence that is you. The breath taking beauty in his life. The world stops spinning and he melts on the spot, already planning the wedding in his head. He won't express his emotions at first, but once the two of you are officially together, he's giving you his heart in a silver platter.

Miguel is a bit of a home body, but he takes you out on dates throughout the week every week like clock work. A walk through the park. Standing on the bridge to watch the sun set and cast hues of pink and yellow into the water. Bring you to the nearest restaurant, holding every door for you and refusing to allow you to pay. He's a gentlemen, okay?

He might not have a lot of money, but for you, he tries. He fears it's not enough for someone as amazing as you, but with reassurance, he manages to calm down. You're perfectly fine with just being with him. That's all you want.

He picks you flowers and bakes you treats. He finds baking to be soothing, especially when he's upset, as it's something he can be better in control of and plus, you have the happiest smile on your face and he learns to bake sweeter treats for you to devour. You complained of gaining a bit of weight because of it, but he didn't see the problem. Inside and out, you were beautiful, you just became softer and he loved feeling the softness of your body. Enjoyed tracing over your stretch marks with his talons.

Miguel adores cuddles. Has to have you up against him and his arms wrapped around you, lips pressing kisses into your hairline. He enjoys the silence, save for the occasional small talk. He doesn't talk, he just listens, nodding and humming in response. It's not that he doesn't know what to say or is annoyed, he just enjoys hearing you speak.

Saves enough money to buy you that one necklace you commented on literally months ago. You forgotten about it, but he didn't. How could he? You expressed how much you liked it, and he made it a personal goal to get you that necklace in time for your birthday. And your reaction did not disappoint.

Miguel is a romantic at heart. He loves giving love and receiving love. He aches to melt his heart with someone else's, and that person happened to be you.

The one person in his life that makes sense.

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

Von Zarovich siblings

We have Strahd (23), Svetlana (25), Stanimir and Slavko (16), Sasha (12), and Sergei (5)

Background/headcanon under the cut:

So, admittedly a LOT of this is is just gonna be PURE speculation/projection from me, but hey, canon has One (1) Sibling set in stone and the rest is fair game. May this change if I learn more about him? Possibly, but my DM hasn't told me any of this doesn't fit so we'll keep it.

In my head, their mother had her first child at around 17/18, which was Svetlana, and then basically IMMEDIATELY after her husband was VERY keen to get a son, and so Strahd was born soon after. The twins were born a few years later, but tbh I reckon their father as the kind of man who still wanted to have as many heirs as possible just in case the first one dies or fucks up, so there may have been a couple of unsuccessful pregnancies along the way. Poor Lady Von Zarovich. She needs a cane to walk before she's 40 (what's that another reason for Strahd to subconsciously fear aging and the passing of time no waaaay)

I don't think any of these kids were particularly close with each other, the Zarovich household doesn't feel like a family that encourages outward signs of affection and I don't think it comes naturally to them (and when it does, it's discouraged, either purposefully or inadvertently). Sasha's the most sensitive, a quiet girl who just wants to avoid being in trouble.

Despite this lack of closeness, Svetlana was very much the Eldest Daughter and felt (and was made to) the need to look out for her younger siblings. In fact, she's the reason this painting exists; it was taken in the build-up to her wedding, as this would be the last time she and all her siblings would be back home together in one place. It's the happiest any of them have ever looked in a portrait.

On several occasions, the few times she saw him, she tried to offer to introduce Strahd to some nice noble ladies for him to settle down and marry. After all, as the eldest son, it first fell to him to continue the Zarovich name, right? But he always brushed her off, saying that could wait, his first priority was military conquest, he had time. In fact, tell you what Lana, after he's taken over this latest valley, THEN he'll let you find him a bride. It's just a small little valley, easy to conquer, surely these dusk elves won't prove too much trouble? We'll save those details for another post.

In fact, she helped find partners for all her siblings. Sure, 'love' was never a priority, but she felt more confident she could find them a suitable partner who they'd ALSO like and be cared for, not just letting political alliances take priority. That's her responsibility, as the eldest.

All the boys were expected to achieve greatness, and they mostly went for military prowess. Slavko in particular excelled, very confident in that one day he may even surpass his older brother. After all, whilst a mighty warrior, Strahd always preferred the role of tactician, of planning, of strategy. Not Slavko, he was straight in there with a sword, ready to fight whoever and whatever. His twin, though, was better suited to diplomacy. He was slighter, weaker, but cleverer. In another time, these two would have been the ones to have something of a Cain and Abel relationship....however, that never came to be. Slavko died on the battlefield shortly after he turned 30 (even if he didn't our boy Strahd blew them out of the water like GODDAMN DUDE)

Sasha fell ill in her mid 30s, and she too tragically passed away, her daughters and older sister by her side. A sister who watched too many of her siblings die before their time.

Svetlana lived a long life, raised her two sons well, but carried the heavy weight of her family's tragedy for the rest of her days. Stanimir, too, lived a good life, but even after having his own heirs, there was a melancholy relief that the Zarovich name soon faded out after their time. It carried far too much with it.

[asher-agere]

Hi hi here to talk about tbhk- give me all of your headcanons >:3 I’ll share some of mine

Kou and Nene regressing together the most often. Hanako watches over them but often times is less of a caregiver and more of a glorified older brother (sometimes baby brother) and Tsuchigomori has to step in before something goes terribly.

Nene’s favorite game would be to play princess with Kou and Hanako as either the prince or dragons

Also just Tauchigomori in general is so dad coded. Those three are his kids you can’t convince me otherwise. I don’t know how far into the series you are but when Kou goes to him for help, literally just a kiddo and his dad. And of course Hanako just being a mood and chilling in his office.

The mokke will only ever share their candy when a little one is upset to try and cheer them up.

Akane is a caregiver 100% He’s just kinda silly and I love him a lot.

Mkay this was a lot I love this show so much hehe :3

YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY HAPPIEST MOMENT EVER

Hanako likes to claim he’s a caregiver but in reality he’s not nearly responsible enough to be one, and the slightest mess up can lead him to spiral. But he does like to babysit! I think Nene regresses the most frequently, Kou definitely regresses more frequently than Hanako, but that’s just because Hanako pushes off his regression saying he doesn’t need it. Tsuchigomori is the most dad ever. I’m not a fan of placing parental like roles on caregivers since it’s such a unique relationship, but Hanako absolutely calls him dad

Nene loves being a princess! Kou will be the knight saving her from the evil apparitions! Hanako gets jealous if he’s on the bad side though, so usually they recruit other apparitions to be evil! Tsuchigomori can get too actually scary sometimes, so they usually recruit the mokke! (Nene can be a crybaby, silly girl)

I can imagine certain little ones trying to follow the mokke to their hordes (Tsukasa, Nene, Mitsuba but only sometimes) meanwhile the mokke just lead the kiddos in circles

Akane would be the best caregiver! Aoi and Nene play date with caregivers Akane and Hanako… Strong jealousy coming from both caregivers meanwhile there’s just giggly girls playing

I need more Sakura agere content????? Please please please someone see my vision of caregiver Sakura and little Mitsuba + Tsukasa kinda helping but mainly being a menace (Natsuhiko is just there)

Baby Mitsuba knows a LOT of big kid words. He doesn’t fully understand what he’s saying, but like he mostly does. Anytime he gets flustered from too much attention he starts screaming that his caregivers a pervert, if he’s embarrassed his caregivers taking pictures of him he screams how he doesn’t want to be in their porn. It’s kinda concerning he knows these words? But it’s also just like. Mitsuba. Buddy. That’s not even close to what’s going on

Tsukasa has tried feeding little Mitsuba, it does not go well, Sakura please save the little boy Tsukasa traumatized him

I NEED MORE YAKO CONTENT? Please please I get that Tsuchigomori is so dad but please let Yako be a mother hen. Tsuchigomori and Yako taking care of a regressed Hanako… Or regressor Yako! I don’t think she has a set caregiver but she is pretty attached to Nene

[valkyyriia]

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Birthday Jam-Bouree

Words: 789

CW: Fluff | SFW

Pairing: Ellis Twilight/Reader (unnamed, female pronouns)

Happy birthday to my best boy! 💜

Not posted on any other sites.

“You can open your eyes now, Ellis.” 

Now given permission, Ellis looked around the room, his eyes widening in surprise seeing everything. All of this…?

“Happy birthday, Ellis!” She said warmly, a sunny smile on her face. 

There was a small table to the side of the room that was piled high with dozens of neatly wrapped boxes. On the table occupying the center of the room was a beautifully decorated cake and a plate covered in all kinds of small finger foods. Ellis’ eyes narrowed in on a jar filled with a red substance of some kind, set enticingly in the middle of it.

“Did.. you really do all of this for me?” He murmured, looking back to his partner with shocked affection.

“Of course I did! It’s your birthday!” She rocked back and forth on her heels excitedly.

Ellis’ lips turned up at the sight. She really was too cute. “You really didn’t have to do all of this. I’d have been happy to spend my birthday making you happy.” 

“Yes, but… it makes me happy to see you happy. You’re always doing what others want for the sake of their happiness and never really considering your own, so.. I wanted to get together all of your favorite things in one room.” She wrapped their fingers together and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. “So… let me spoil you. Please.” She smiled at him again, imploringly. 

“Alright,” he acquiesced. “If that’s what you want. I can’t refuse you. But… if this ends up becoming your happiest moment, make sure you tell me.” 

“Of course.” Her already bright smile turned radiant as she dragged him by the hand to the lone chair at the central table. She pressed down on his shoulders lightly to encourage him to sit. Once he was sat, she started introducing the things around the room. 

“I know it looks like a lot, but there really isn’t as much as you think. Everyone contributed.” Ellis hummed in response, his eyes never really leaving her profile as she explained everything. Jude had even left his usual gift of a blank check with her this time. Ellis was only half paying attention to her words, though. He could look at what his partner and friends had gotten him later. Right now the only thing on his mind was how utterly adorable she was as she enthused on his behalf. 

“What’s this about, Ellis?” 

As she started to talk about his cake, Ellis let go of her hand and settled his palms around her waist instead. She tilted her head in confusion and stopped mid-sentence as he pulled her into his lap, her thighs parting on either side of his and her arms hooking around his neck.

“.. I wanted you to be closer.” His fingers rubbed gentle circles into her hip. “You can continue now.” 

“I saw you looking at it so attentively earlier, so I’ll go ahead and tell you,” she began, her breath fanning over his face due to their proximity. “That jar you were staring at is more of that cranberry jam you love so much. We went through it so quickly last time I thought you’d appreciate having more.

“As far as everything else goes, you can have all the food you want. There’s more in the kitchens, so don’t worry about saving anything. It’s all for you today.”

“Thank you.” He kissed her forehead and reached around her to grab the jar of jam. He opened it and stuck a finger in, bringing it to his mouth for a taste. “Delicious.” He smiled with satisfaction. “But.. I think it could be improved.” 

She tilted her head in confusion. “How? I thought it was your favorite?”

Rather than respond, Ellis dipped his fingers in the jar of jam again and gently spread it on her bottom lip. 

“El-” she began, confused, but was cut off by Ellis’ lips capturing her own. He ran his tongue along her lip, tasting the jam alongside her own delectable taste. The tart sweetness of the cranberries exploded in both of their mouths as he kissed her deeply. Ellis pulled away after a moment, licking his lips contentedly. He ran his thumb over her lip again, admiring the color left behind by the jam. His partner was momentarily stunned.

“How does it taste?” He asked with a teasing smile. 

“I think I might have to have another taste, to be sure,” she replied, breathless. 

“I think that can be arranged. But,” Ellis whispered. “I think we’re going to need another jar by the time I’m done with you today. After all, you told me to eat all that I wanted. That includes you, right?” 

Taglist: @natimiles @inkys-garden

[therapycat21]

All Right Now Part 9

Travis Kelce x Famous!Reader Description: The reader catches the eye of famous footballer Travis.

Warnings: None

Social Media AU

I still can’t believe it, I never thought I’d be engaged to be married, ever considering my track record, But I guess the best things come when you least expect it to. Travis and his family coming into my life was definitely a blessing in disguise. There is no doubt I love my family but it’s a different feeling of love being accepted by your partner’s family. 

It’s been a few days since Travis proposed, the news outlets obviously already know and are spinning a bunch of theories every day. 

“They only got engaged because she’s pregnant”  “She gave him an ultimatum and that’s why he did it.”

Every day it’s something new, I know it is only because we have only been together a year but jeez, people get engaged after only being together for a few months, and a lot of the time those are the couples that are the happiest and stay together the longest. (In my opinion) Travis has been over the moon and telling pretty much anyone he can, even after a game in the press room, he finds any chance to bring it up, It is definitely the cutest thing to see him blushing on TV.  I even see it all over TikTok, Instagram, Twitter, you name it and it’s there.

We have been getting calls, and texts all day. Some from friends and family others, news networks, talk shows, and everything. It has been crazy. Travis and I are both doing talk shows, not together but a few days apart.

"You think these go together?" Travis has been inside the closet for an hour trying to find an outfit when he goes on Jimmy Fallon tonight.

I look up from where I lay on the bed scrolling through Tiktok, he’s holding a black suit set. “Ohh, that would look so nice, especially with your gold jewelry,” I tell him he gives me a smile in response hanging the outfit on the side for later “You are one amazing woman, you know that?” he smiles at me once more.

We both head downstairs to film a new episode of New Heights with Jason. We settle in the chairs, pull the headphones on, and wait for Jason.

“Hello hello, family!” Jason somewhat yells. I laugh at the face he makes before Travis and Jason get into their announcements and sponsors.

“Now we have two special guests today, my awesome and beautiful wife Kylie and our awesome sister-in-law Y/n!” Jason announces loudly earning a weirded and shocked look from Kylie “Oh my” she mutters smirking at me through the camera, I try to hold in my laughter behind my hand, “gotta love Jason’s enthusiasm” I tell them laughing. We talk about a few topics before Jason brings up the big one “Okay, I waited long enough to bring it up, can we please talk about the proposal?” he asks.

I look to Travis for agreement, after a brief nod and encouraging smile “Well It was definitely a surprise I’ll tell you that, we had talked about it and I didn’t expect him to propose a few weeks after that talk.” I laugh. I turn and face Travis “You know it was perfectly timed, as someone who didn't really see themselves getting married, I knew the second we met that she was either gonna be my wife or I would never get married to anyone else unless it was her.” He replies looking at me after. I tried to hide the tears forming in my eyes, I dab under my eyes “I love you so much” I tell him giving him a quick soft kiss.

 We turn to see Jason and Kylie both smiling wide. Jason was sporting the proud big brother look “When Trav came to me and started talking to me about how he was planning all of this, for one, I was shocked cause, for one I’ve never seen him talk so passionately about someone or something as much as his car collection, so It was so cool to see him do that, and two, I was just excited to be able to watch it happen in front of my eyes.” Jason says before turning his attention to Kylie “what did you think?” he asks her. 

She smiles “I for one was kinda just like thank god, he finally asked her and now I have my sister-in-law” she laughs “When Jason told me the plans I was ecstatic, It feels good to see you both happy.” she says in response. We give them both fond smiles “Aww, see and my biggest fear was everyone thinking we were crazy for doing this too soon.” I laugh.

“If I never met you and your family I would have thought the same thing but everyone can clearly see you guys are in love and like Travis said if it feels right then it’s right and you gotta take that chance when It shows itself,” Jason tells us. We talk a bit more and we say goodbye to them.

An hour later

Travis and I are in our closet getting ready to head out for his interview tonight with Jimmy Fallon, Travis wearing the black suit ensemble and me wearing something similar. 

We pull into the studio already seeing paparazzi surrounding the entire sides of the entrance to the studio. I huff trying to mentally prepare for the swarm about to happen, Travis leans over grasping my hand in pulling it towards his face giving the tops of my hands a chaste kiss. “We got this, and always remember I got you, baby,” he reassured me. I nod my head. He leans forward and opens the car door, the camera lights flashing like crazy before it doubles when I also come out of the car, the driver shuts the door and Travis guides me protectively towards the door, pushing back over pushy paparazzi.

We finally make it inside the building and we are met by a studio rep, they guide us to where we need to be. We chill in the studio’s dressing room before we are guided over to the studio’s main stage and seating area. I give Travis a kiss before he heads back and I open the door to where the audience is and where my front-row seat is.

I hear gasps flow throughout the room I look up to see the audience staring at me in shock “Hi everyone” I wave to them shyly. I hear quick responses throughout the room and sit down in my seat where a couple of younger girls are. I give them a smile before I focus my attention on Jimmy walking out onto the stage and sitting behind his desk. “Okay, we are live, in three, two, one” I hear the camera director announce. “Hello everyone, today we have a very special guest, please welcome the man, the chief king and big yeti, Travis Kelce!” he announces theatrically before the crowd starts to yell out and Travis works his way to his seat “Hello hello” he waves to the audience, winking at me, I smile in response. 

They talk a bit about his games, and about the new documentary Jason has made coming out soon. “Okay, now we all know there is something big that needs to be talked about,” Jimmy smirks, Trav laughs rubbing his bearded chin and nodding “Yeah, I have a feeling I know” he laughs. Jimmy laughs “okay we all know you recently proposed to your now fiance Y/n L/n” the crowd starts clapping and hollering as Travis blushes “Yeah, I got her to say yes, thankfully” Travis jokes. Jimmy laughs “okay, so tell us how it happened, how did you do it?” he asks “Well, I had started planning all of it a few months ago and had the ring for a while, and I decided to set up a small park that we always went to and had her favorite flowers scattered on the ground with those tea light candles and then I did it.” he tells them cheesing big. 

The crowd awws and hollers “oh my, well that sounds amazing.” Jimmy compliments, “So of course I have to ask cause everyone was talking about how too soon it was, do you think you did it too soon?” he asks. Travis smiles shaking his head “no, absolutely not, I knew it was the right moment and me and her are big believers in if it feels right take that jump cause we see too many people lose those opportunities and I can’t lose her.” Travis tells them gaining soft coos from the audience.

Jimmy is smiling softly at him “you know, you are so right, and I just want to say congratulations to you and I know you guys are gonna do amazing, I wish I could tell y/n so please if you can pass that for me” Jimmy laughs, Travis nods smiling “actually one second” he hold a finger up before standing up and heading off the stage to the audience and holding his hand out for me to grab.

The crowd starts to yell as Travis guides me towards the seat closest to Jimmy. 

We smile at each other and pull each other into a hug “Oh my god, I can’t believe your here? It’s so cool to see you again.” He tells me I smile “It’s so good to see you too, I mean I’m gonna be here next week so” We laugh and sit down. “This is crazy, So congratulations, how are you feeling?” he asks “Thank you! And very very good, I could not be happier” I smile at him.

We sit and talk a bit more before the show ends and we say our goodbyes to Jimmy, the audience, and the production before we head home.

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[drowninginredink]

20 fanfic author questions, because i was tagged by @seanwinchester and @spnyuri. They both actually tagged me on @schizosamwincester, but I talked a lot about non SPN stuff and i wanted to tag non SPN people so I'm doing it on my main instead.

1. How many works on AO3?

48, apparently. Damn that's a lot. Also there are some on my old fanfiction.net that I should really upload to AO3 at some point and still haven't, so I have written more fic than that.

2. Total AO3 Word Count?

89,208, but again, I will mention that there's a 32k word fic that's only on fanfiction.net. And again, I should really get around to putting it on AO3.

3. Top 5 fics by Kudos

Follow My Lead (Smosh)

You sound absurd, even if you're right (Supernatural)

Sister (Supernatural)

Should I explain myself? I'd rather read the dictionary (Smosh)

Don't you think you would feel better then? (Smosh)

4. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I've been very Supernatural brained, but I've written for A Series of Unfortunate Events in the past and will definitely again in the future. Whenever I stop writing about supernatural for 5 minutes. My Smosh RPF phase is decidedly done, but I just have the feeling I'll write one more fic in it one day? Don't ask me what. And then way back in high school I wrote To Kill a Mockingbird and Harry Potter (*vomits*)

5. Do you respond to comments?

When I remember that according to social conventions i really should, yes. I do have a tendency to be like "oh that's a short comment. It doesn't require a response" but I'm trying to be better about that and still thank people for one sentence comments.

6. Angstiest Ending?

Oh that's hard. That's really hard. Because that isn't the same thing as saddest ending. Angst is a bit more self centered and a bit less valid. I could answer saddest. But angstiest? I write too much angst to know the answer to that. And I don't know which type of angst is more angst. Right now I'll say "Like flies from your face" (Supernatural) but I don't love that answer.

7. Fic with the Happiest Ending?

Oh that's easy. My Smosh phase was the one time in my life I wrote stuff that wasn't even a little depressing. It's either "Follow my Lead" or "Don't you think you would feel better then?" which are both linked above.

8. Do you get hate?

Not on my fic. Got some on tumblr a while ago now, but never on AO3 or directed at my fic.

9. Do you write smut?

Hell yeah! Not a ton because smut is really another kind of action scene and writing actions is the thing I like the least, and also because a lot of my ideas are sexual but the flow would be ruined by in-depth sex scenes, but I have and I will again.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nah. No shade to those who do, but that is not how my brain works. I predominantly write fic as a form of literary analysis, which means I don't have a ton of use for fully changing the setting of things these days.

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

Not like, completely stolen, but there was that time someone's fic had a very specific idea that mine also had, and they left kudos on my fic so i know they read it, and then when someone asked about it they denied ever having read it. Which, I would have been perfectly fine with all of that and taken it as a compliment if they credited me. It's the not even mentioning me, and then denying they'd even seen it, that I took issue with.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. I mean if anyone wanted to I'd let them, but God I'd never ask anyone to do that much work.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

God no. I could never write with someone else. Absolutely not.

14. All time favourite ship?

I'm aro as all hell so the real answer to this is no ship. No ship is the best ship. Write more gen fic I'm begging you. Especially gen fic that isn't about friendship. Write character studies! Write about acquaintances! Write the weird liminal relationships that we don't have words for.

... but anyway if I haaaaave to give a real answer deanjohn.

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh my God so many. I'm a 20 WIPs at a time sort of person, which means I'm fully aware a decent chunk will never actually be finished. My real one that got away, at least at the moment, is this guy wrenching death fic I was writing for Smosh, and then life stuff happened so i was not in the emotional state to write a death fic, and then stuff changed so the ending no longer worked. Like, on the one hand it is very good that Smosh *finally* started giving Tommy Bowe his due and in real life I'm very happy about it. On my other, the bittersweet ending where he quit because he realized staying for friendship was bad when he could lose them at any moment and went somewhere that treated him better and had an entire career he never would have had if Spencer didn't die is ruined. And i apparently am incapable of thinking of a new ending, so it is doomed to be a forever WIP I guess.

16. Writing strengths?

I have a very consistent voice and style. Most things written by me take the same tone and shape. I have a good sense of what things come out well when written by me and how to pace and execute them. I have a unique style — you're going to recognize my writing most of the time. I think it's a style that sticks well in people's heads.

17. Writing Weaknesses?

Action. Good lord I hate writing any kind of action. And while I write actual dialogue well, I never like any of my dialogue tags or the other prose around it.

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

What a weirdly specific question. I honestly can't say I really see it done very often, except in the kinds of porn that I am not reading for the quality of their dialogue. But uh, go for it if you want?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Is it exactly a fandom if there were only 4 of you writing it, all on fanfiction.net in 2018? Well, we count it. I read To Kill a Mockingbird in School, went "haha, I bet weirdos have written fanfic of this," immediately discovered it was in fact a goldmine for hurt and angst, and that was it for me. I've been a fic writer ever since.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Uh... You know what? Honestly? If I really think about it? One of my first ones for To Kill a Mockingbird. I don't think I've had the chance to write a death that good since. I just put it on AO3, since I'm talking about it now. Not Even a Nightmare

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[justallihere]

20 Questions for the Writers Tag Game!

I was tagged by @widebrimmedhatsblog

1. Total number of AO3 works

8!

2. Total AO3 word count

291,174

3. Fandoms I've written for

The only thing I've ever really published that's been popular is The Empyrean. I have a couple ACOTAR ideas but they've never seen the light of day

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

storm in the quiet (5,357)

simmer (609)

invisible in a violet sea (515)

violence in my veins (499)

somehow i still love you more (499)

5. Do I respond to comments?

....sometimes. Generally no because I'm really horrible at making time for it. But know that I read them all over and over again!! I'm trying to be better

6. What has the angstiest ending?

Everything that's currently posted has a happy ending. Storm in the quiet has the most angst overall, and some people might find the ending angsty but I don't think it is lol

7. What has the happiest ending?

Probably somehow i still love you more. Just Xaden and Violet and their baby, living their happy lives 😌

8. Have I received hate?

Not really! A couple people here and there who I think either didn't get the point of some of my work or it wasn't their thing and they told me about it anyway, but no outright hate

9. Do I write smut? And what kind?

Yes. Anything with a praise kink basically

10. Do I write crossovers?

Nope.

11. Have I ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of!

12. Have I ever had a fic translated?

Not yet! Maybe someday someone will want to.

13. Have I ever co-written a fic?

I have not. I'm so particular about my writing I don't know how it would go for me lol

14. What is my all time favorite ship?

For the Empyrean, Riorgail are my babies 🥰

15. A WIP I'll never finish?

Uh I started a Violet/Aaric fic set during Iron Flame that I don't think I'll ever pick back up

16. Writing strengths?

Dialogue and probably descriptions? I love taking the time to describe what the characters are seeing and feeling

17. Writing weaknesses?

Any type of action/fight scene. I hate it so much

18. Do I like foreign language dialogue?

A lot of untranslated dialogue when I'm reading takes me out of the story because I have to keep translating it myself. As far as writing, I don't really write it because I don't speak other languages besides English, so I wouldn't want to get it wrong

19. First fandom I wrote for?

I think it was PJO way back in the day? It never got published

20. Favorite fic I've written?

storm in the quiet. It's so long but it's really been a labor of love and the response I've gotten to it isn't something I'll ever forget. It's been an incredible experience sharing it with everyone 💕

I don't have anyone to tag so if you want to participate please do!!!

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I'm curious about your pronoun preferences, if you feel like verbosing about the nuances of it?

Alrighty, I've been pondering this one.. I'm not entirely sure what you mean by this, but I'll do my best. Feel free to follow up if the answer is unsatisfactory. I'd be a little more comfortable if I knew who this was, but I'm reading the choice to be anon as less about hiding yourself and more about making this about the question/my response than about you. I do that sometimes.

First off, as it says in my intro, my pronouns are she/him/his. This means using those three as one set, NOT either she/her/hers OR he/him/his. I also never ever use they/them (or neopronouns) and am actually more uncomfortable with those than literally any alternative.

Now settle in for the verbosing part (I love that I'm a verb now hehe)

I understand that this is a little confusing and probably annoying for a lot of people, and for quite a while I had acknowledged that in my bio and offered it/its as an alternative. I recently changed that, opting to instead further clarify what feels most accurate for me. I don't actually mind it/its, that's totally fine, but it's a much less preferred option and I deleted it sort of as an experimental effort to give myself a little more respect. It wasn't about removing the permission to use those pronouns for people uncomfortable with she/him/his, it was about removing that insecurity for myself and allowing myself to simply state what I want without waving around the idea that anybody should be unwilling to use my pronouns. I am genderfluid, and open about that on Tumblr, and sometimes the way I think and feel about pronouns does change a little depending on my current alignment. For example, when I'm especially masc, he/him/his sounds ideal, neutral-masc I enjoy he/him or it/its, nuetral-fem I'd be good with she/him/his or it/its, and if I'm feeling extremely feminine I am sometimes fairly comfortable with she/her/hers. But while my preferences can change in theory, in practice, I'm actually not the type of person who would enjoy having it change, even if everyone always knew how I was feeling and used those pronouns without a second thought. I don't really see my identity as simply "sometimes I'm a boy and sometimes I'm a girl", although that's absolutely true and a big part of it, for the most part, no matter how I feel, my gender identity is "Genderfluid" always. Please take note that I am only speaking for me, and not all genderfluid, genderflux, genderfrith, etc people. So just like someone who always identifies as and feels like a "boy/man/masculine" might always use he/him/his pronouns, I, someone who is always genderfluid and feels most secure with a stable representation of that, feel like she/him/his most accurately describes me and it's what I'm happiest with regardless of my mood and gender alignment. Now, the questioning mostly seems to come from why I'm comfortable with she but not her. For some reason, she and her do not seem like they match to me. They don't have the same feel to them at all (to me). "She" feels accurate to me, and I'm perfectly comfortable with anyone using it for me, but 99% of the time if someone says "her" it sticks out of the sentence like a sore thumb and echos in my head and makes my stomach churn and it just seems wrong. I'm just not a "her". Next, how do I feel about "he"? Pretty much fine actually, but I prefer it when I feel masc and/or like a boy, and not as much the rest of the time. It doesn't make me uncomfortable, exactly, but it feels a little innacurate and awkward. In my mind, using he/him/his is fine when I feel like a "Transboy" but generally speaking I am not a transguy, I am genderfluid. I also really appriciate and relate to transmascfem / transfemmasc (no, these are not only for intersex people. Contradictory labels are valid and can be very affirming for people of all sexes!) I would gladly explain this in more detail but you didn't ask about my gender identity and labels, you asked about my pronouns, so no need to make this post longer, but let me know if you want more info, I'm happy to be open about this stuff, especially because I can't be anywhere else, it actually means a lot to me that anyone cares to know more about me.

So, my "preferred pronouns" are very clearly she/him/his, and I don't want or need this to flux as I do. If you can't/won't use those, you can use it/its, but here's what I would actually recommend (and what I do myself when I can't figure out someone else's pronouns): Just don't use any. It can feel funny at first, but it's actually kinda fun and avoids using the wrong pronouns OR stepping out of your comfort zone. Some will say this is also offensive, but I have some very real trauma surrounding certain pronouns and identities, which I am working on, and whenever I can I use the pronouns asked for, but if it's genuinely making me panic or if I literally don't know how to use the pronouns (as would be the case with most neopronouns for example) I simply choose my words carefully to dance around the need for any pronouns at all. I will always be super happy if I see someone use she/him/his for me, but a lack of pronouns or it/its isn't going to bother me at all.

Here's what WILL bother me (please avoid using these at all costs): - They/them/theirs - Any neopronouns such as ze/zer, xe/xyr, etc.

I fully understand why they/them appeals to many people and I'm coming around to be able to use those for other people who use they/them exclusively in most circumstances, but if they're also comfortable with it/its, she/her, or he/him, I will definitely prefer to use that alternative. Please note I absolutely do not hold any judgement towards anyone who uses they/them exclusively, and I'll always do my best to use those pronouns, but there is a lot of trauma associated with those for me, so I can sometimes feel panicked around it, and whenever someone has tried to use they/them when talking about me, I was extremely uncomfortable with it. I have nothing to say about neopronouns, just please never use them for me.

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