#now he's only a bit smaller then his ma...

[lilacs-stash]

“You think Spottedleaf would've cured them all by now”

Even though Yellowfang isn't in this book as much as the last I still really love her development in it.

[lay-z]

Thank you @raspberryandechinacea for putting this thought in my head. Love ya, berrybabe 🤭🩷

cw: mention of eating disorder; tummy issues (totally not projecting); established relationship; fluff — john 'soap' mactavish x gn!reader

Groaning as you roll onto your left side again, you try to ease the throbbing pain in your gut while clutching the soft koala bear-shaped heating bottle to your upper stomach—a recent gift from your boyfriend for ‘when ah’m not there ta rub yer belly’. 

You love it dearly, but it’s not enough tonight. Not after the devastating results you’ve received today. You could’ve handled some lactose intolerance, really, but being allergic to fructose? Now that’s just ridiculous.  

“Got ye somethin’,” he announces as he saunters into your shared bedroom before showing off the bowl of strawberries in your favorite little bowl; pinkish-red skin still glistening with water and neatly cut in halves. “Did ma research. They’re still safe for ye ta eat in moderation, bunny.” 

In this moment, you very well feel like crying―utterly overwhelmed with a cocktail of emotions. Fear of your ED getting out of control now that you have the perfect excuse not to eat, love for the man who has been nothing but loving and supportive since you two met, helplessness and frustration that come with the pain you’re currently experiencing again. 

“You’re so sweet,” you say meekly, struggling to sit up in bed. When you let out another breathy groan, Johnny is at your side, setting the bowl down on your bedside table before helping you up by sneaking one arm around your back. “Thank you–” 

“Nah, shhh, ‘s alright, bunny.” He brushes your hair behind your ear once you’re settled, places a lingering kiss on your temple while you gaze up at him with big, wet puppy eyes. It’s always heartbreaking for him to see you in such pain. 

“I uh... I did more research and actually found sum’ safe foods f’ye ta try,” he announces eventually, standing up from the edge of the mattress. “Oh? Like... what?” you ask almost innocently, brows drawing together when he goes on to pull off his hoodie. 

“Ah, y’know–” His voice is muffled, covered by the fabric momentarily before it drops to the floor.

And you can’t help but burst out laughing as soon as he exposes his bulky torso to you; golden skin covered in tufts of coarse, dark hair on his chest while SAFE FOOD is scribbled in large, wonky letters above his pecs with red sharpie; little smiley faces drawn around his nipples.

His face beams with a wide grin as he makes his chest muscles jump. “Aye? Wanna give ‘em a lick?” That only makes you laugh harder. 

“Or–wait, wait–” He snickers, hooking a thumb into the waistband of his sweats to tug them down. “Perhaps ye’d prefer this?” 

There, around his thick happy trail, little hearts litter his skin with arrows pointing down towards his junk. He’s laughing along with you at this point, tugging his sweats down just a bit more to expose his trimmed pubes with SAFE FOOD scribbled right next to the root of his cock. 

“You’re mental!” You giggle, feet kicking under the blanket, pain nearly forgotten for a moment. “Oh, am I, aye?” 

He snorts, braces his knee on the edge of the mattress and hovers above you while you scoot onto your back again, gazing up at him while his baby blues twinkle with mischief before he pulls his bottom lip down to reveal the pinkish, glistening flesh of his mouth―and SAFE FOOD scribbled on the inside of his lip in smaller and smudged black letters. 

“Yeah,” you retort with another soft huff through your nose as you shake your head with a smile full of adoration. “Absolutely mental, MacTavish.” 

He hums deep in his chest as he crawls on top of you. “Mhm, c’mere. Lemme try to kiss it better, luv.” 

[suguruverse]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ nobody else but you ! or jjk boys as your boyfriend

gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji

notes — f!reader, mostly just fluff / not proofread at all lol i was gonna write three for each but i got a lil lazy so here you go !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ gojo satoru

satoru is the type of boyfriend to... have no concept of personal space, constantly having his arms wrapped around your waist, a subtle hand on the small of your back or your hands intertwined as he leads you through a busy crowd, his head resting on your chest while his hand rubs your back soothingly. he just loves to feel your skin on his!! always!!

satoru is the type of boyfriend to... be a little bit of a picky eater but love love loves it when you feed him literally anything . it brings him so much joy to think that you’re willing to give up some of your food for lil ol him. he is willing to ignore foods that are the bane of his existence if it meant you were feeding him. and when you tilt your head asking if it was good, he will painfully choke back his food but still give you that same bright smile he always does. after all he can sacrifice a few trips to the bathroom if it meant he could always see your excited face wanting him to try your new food combinations.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ geto suguru

suguru is the type of boyfriend to... absolutely melt whenever you space out during conversations, only to look up to him with a small "hmm?" followed by a sheepish grin. he lives for the giggle you let out as he pinches your cheek then smoothing over the skin on your cheek with his thumb, cupping your face in his hands, repeating his words for you once more.

suguru is the type of boyfriend to... be able to communicate with you without even saying much at all. he prides himself on being able to read your mind and facial expressions to a tee. even with a small crinkle of your forehead, slightly moving your body closer to him or even if you breathe differently, TRUSTTTT he will always know if he needs to step in and ask you what’s wrong or to let you figure out your own thing.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ kento nanami

kento is the type of boyfriend to... love going on cute little coffee shop dates with you. he especially loves when you find yourselves tucked into a small corner booth during the winter, your smaller frame pressed close to his body stealing his warmth while you share your favourite pastries together.

kento is the type of boyfriend to... talk to you with the most warmth in his voice. he wouldn't dare to raise his voice at you or give you unwarranted attitude. you’re his everything and definitely talks to you like you are. respectful eye contact, nodding every so often to show that he’s listening, a slight smile on his face as he listens to you talk about some drama that you’ve already mentioned twice before but can’t bring himself to stop you because he just loves listening to you talk.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fushiguro toji

toji is the type of boyfriend to... love holding out his arms for you to jump into. he just loves the rush of warmth that comes over him when your body smashes into his after a long day of not seeing each other. although he may not admit it, there is nothing more he loves than seeing his favourite girl running at him and jumping into a hug with your arms and legs wrapped around him. idk he just loves showing you how strong he is !!!

toji is the type of boyfriend to... notice immediately when your not in his arms when your sleeping together. now he doesn’t exactly consider himself a light sleeper but even when he’s snoring his ass off, he somehow notices the lack of you in his arms and will start patting the bed looking for your body. he quickly gives up though when a light shines in his eye followed by your hushed movements in the bedroom, trying not wake your boyfriend only for him for pull you straight to his chest, croaking out a “ya took too long ma” and falls asleep before you could even respond

[miiyas]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MIYA !!

little birthday moments with him.

wc: 482, 401, post-ts, fluff, gn reader, may be ooc, slight proof read

ATSUMU MIYA loves his birthday. he’s very vocal about it, bragging to everyone about how he gets to have osamus homemade vanilla-yuzu cake and how he was going to get absolutely wasted with him today. and as much as he loves all the attention and gifts, he also loves you.

everywhere he goes, there always would be a reference to you. your favorite drink, the restaurant you so desperately want to go to, favorite shopping brand, the bundle of smiski blind boxes atsumu always finds himself buying for you— everything reminds him of you.

now, despite his actions towards you, atsumu isn’t one for cheesy sentimentals. he thinks he’d rather suffer through sakusas earful lecture of cleaning his room and which sanitizing products are best for his shared home with you then admit that he’s soft for sweet affection and care. so when you give him his small birthday present after his actual party, he’s a caught a little off guard.

“savin’ best fer last, huh ? what’didya get me ?” he hums, leaning against the bed frame. he watches you crawl back atop of his waist, big hands coming to rest on your hips as you hold the small wrapped gift. it’s dark in your shared bedroom with the only source of light being from a lamp by your bedside.

atsumu almost reluctantly slips his hands off your sides and gently takes ahold of the present. it was no bigger than his palms, maybe a bit smaller, and it lacked weight. with sleep on his mind, the blonde carefully peels off the wrapping with blunt nails, tired eyes widening as he sees a small golden locket drop onto his stomach.

“it’s a keychain.” you whisper to him, picking it up and handing it back in his bigger hands.

“i wanted to get you a necklace so we can match, but i figured because of volleyball, you wouldn’t be able to wear it around as much.”

as you explain, you could see your boyfriends eyes prick up with tears ever so slightly which only engulfed panic in your system. the blonde brushes it of, telling you that he ‘ain’t cryin’ !’ and thumbs the tears away, opening the locket with a hand with a soft click.

“.. there’s nothin’ inside..” he mumbles, a little disappointed to not see your pretty face already displayed. that’s when you tug out your matching necklace already looped around your neck, opening it up to show its similar emptiness.

“i wanted to print stuff out with you tomorrow. y’know, i have your face on mine and—”

“i have yers on … mine.” atsumu finishes the sentence for you, his words a little drifted off as his thumb grazes along the intricate lines on the metal.

atsumu knows for a fact that he fell first and harder, and he can’t help but feel it happen all over again.

OSAMU MIYA doesn’t wish for a lot of things on his birthday.

the only few things he wishes for are for the prices of onigiri ingredients to go down, find a bigger mattress for the two of you, and maybe get sponsored by a good kitchen utensil company and get some free goods. other than that, he likes to think that he’s content with the things already given in life.

he also wishes for people to stop teasing him for taking the second slice of his own cake.

there’s been a small birthday ritual the twins had been doing since they were younger— to give the first and second slice they cut to the people they care about the most.

first slice would always and forever belong to their ma, no matter what. that much would never change. second slice normally was given to one another, but osamu had soon gone irritated with the fact that his brother would always purposely make him take the best slice, only to hand it off later. so overtime, osamu had began to claim the better slice for himself, saving it and giving the third slice to his twin.

he doesn’t think he’s being greedy, just reasonable and fair.

but after starting to date you, he subconsciously sees himself handing you the first bite to all his meals, sharing a bento box when normally he would glare at those who want a bite, and letting you enter the kitchen whenever he’s at work in it which is a surprise in itself.

so when greedy-glutton osamu hands you the second slice to his cake, you’re a little taken aback.

“.. want me to hold onto it for you ?”

you sit right beside him by the table and osamu shakes his head, sliding the plate closer in front of you. there’s a soft look behind his pretty hooded eyes that makes your ears burn red, the atmosphere around you growing quiet until it was just your boyfriend voice you could hear.

“i wan’cha ta have it.”

you blink, eyes wide as you watch your boyfriend continue to slice through the cake with his twin before handing the slice to one another. your lashes flutter as you look down at the plate, you realize how generous of an amount you had received.

osamu likes to say ‘i love you,’ but he loves to show it more.

[kirietown]

Star Burster | Part VI

Pairing: clark kent x f!reader

Summary: you are your mother’s daughter, unfortunately for clark.

Content: angst, girl bossery!!!

18+

[chapter five] … [chapter seven]

Word Count: 2.1K

a/n: Clark is such a dumb dumb

You were sat at the dinner table, a spread of food prepared by your mother miraculously in the short time between her confrontation and the arrival of the Kents. Nothing was amiss, except for the fact your mother was sat across from you rather than next to you as she usually was. Instead now, Clark was sat next to you and you kept your eyes on your plate. Every time you looked up, you met your mother’s watchful eye, her expression was eerie because to everyone else she likely seemed in character. Yet to you, there was something terrifying about her nonchalance after the argument you had had.

You were grateful though that it had been your mother to have discovered it rather than your father. The more you thought about it, the more you came to realize that in a twisted way, her decision to force you into a larger lie was to protect you. A part of you, a smaller part of you, was unsure if was actually to save face. Did it matter? You couldn’t answer nor could you decide if you were nothing more than a social asset to her.

Your relationship with your mother would change entirely— in fact it already had changed, and you were given no time to mourn.

“Oh how lovely,” Martha Kent said. “This stew, I assume it’s your mother’s? I haven’t seen her in so long, I should pay her a visit.”

“It is,” your mother replied with a smile. “She’s been such a shut in these days, I would’ve thought she ran off somewhere if not for my girl’s visits.” She turned to you then, and spoke your name. “In fact, how was she doing today? I didn’t get the chance to ask you on your way back. She still think that neighbour of hers is taking her letters?” She laughed along with the rest of the table as they were familiar with your granny’s paranoia and antics. You only sat there and took in the sound of laughter with a pit of dread filling your stomach. You turned to look at Clark who was smiling through it all, and once the laughter died down, you spoke.

”She’s doing good,” you said honestly. You gripped your fork tightly as you braced yourself for the lie. “Actually,” you bit your lip before you continued. “She was asking ‘bout the wedding, if maybe we could speed things up. She said she ain’t got all the time in the world anymore… And I agree,” you said finally. The room was tense for a moment before a chorus of excited chatter began. It had been unexpected as previously the only reason the wedding kept getting delayed was because of you. You always came up with some type of excuse despite the fact that the Kents had already built you a home to settle in between your farms and you’d both completed your education. The wedding itself wasn’t gonna be anything grand either, it would be a backyard wedding at the Kents estate with friends and family. If anything it was quite surprising how much they’d let you delay the inevitable.

“Why,” Jonathan Kent stated. “That’s great news! How soon we talking?” His smile was bright and despite the fact that this was something for you and Clark to decide, his eyes were on your father’s.

”Two days,” replied your pa. “I think that’s enough time.”

“Two days?” You asked nervously. “You sure about that? What if that’s too short notice for the guests.” Your father only chuckled in response, assuming your nerves were just butterflies rather than fear.

”Oh trust me,” he said. “I only gave one day’s notice for my own wedding with your ma, and I doubt anyone’s got plans since it’ll be Sunday anyway.”

“This is so exciting,” your mother said, and it unsettled you even more. “It looks like we’re all about done dinner, Martha why don’t you and I start writing the invitations? I have had a pile of envelopes in the drawers just collecting dust! I bought special pens for this.”

Martha cheered in response and quickly followed your mother to the living room, though not before your mother turned around with a bright smile.

“Hon, why don’t you and Clark go take a little walk? Talk about the wedding, your future together,” she said and gave you no room to reply as she walked out.

…

You weren’t sure how to describe the silence between yourself and Clark as you headed in the direction of the barn. You had no idea what to say to him, nor did you know what you were doing. Thankfully, by the time you reached the barn doors, he spoke up.

“I— I almost feel relieved,” he said. “Part of me i-is a bit scared, b-but I just wanna call you mine.” You turned around to face him, you noted the way his glasses obscured his eyes and the faint blush on his cheeks.

It angered you.

“So much for a clean slate, huh,” you said. You turned around, ignoring the various equipment scattered around and dropped down onto a pile of hay. The sudden noise alerted some of the pigs nearby and they squealed in excitement assuming it was feeding time.

Clark gingerly took a few steps forward, his frame towering over you. The blush on his cheeks only growing brighter and you realized your skirt had rod up to reveal your ankles.

“Is- isn’t a wedding, the cl-cleanest slate of all?” He asked hesitantly.

“I suppose,” you said. “How about you come sit next to me?” Your tone was soft, inviting.

”Wh—?”

“Come lay down next to me on this hay, Clark,” you ordered. The man gingerly moved to sit, his posture stiff and his head hung low. You moved to caress his arm, his body somehow even growing more stiff at your actions. You weren’t surprised to note the feeling of well defined muscles under the layers of clothes. You sat up and ignored the way your knees scratched against the hay, and faced your groom to be.

”I’ve never been this close to a man,” you said. Carefully you watched his expression as you spoke, hoping to gauge any sort of reaction to your words. You trailed your hands over his chest, as if curious of the muscles you found. You noted the clench in Clark’s jaw, and the fact that he’d shut his eyes tightly. “Have you ever thought of me, Clark?”

“I- I think of you often,” he said with a shiver as your mouth moved to breathe against the shell of his ear.

“Do you?”

“Y-yes,” he said. “Recently I-ive been thinking of more date ide-“ you bit his neck softly, licking a trail up to his ear. “W-what a-are you doing?” He asked, he moved back and practically laid his back on the hay. You took the opportunity to straddle his lap and noted the feeling of hardness in his pants.

”How about we consummate our union?” His face turned impossibly more red, as he stuttered for a response before he shut his eyes as if to collect himself.

”T-the w-wedding is only two days away,” he said.

”So?” You replied.

“S-so we should wait,” he said. “It’s the r-right thing to do.” You laughed bitterly, a bitter angry laugh, and you imagined you looked just like your mother did earlier. You think you assumed correctly based on the look of shock on Clark’s face.

“Does it really matter all that much to you?” You said, holding back from a sneer. Your eyes were trained onto his face, memorizing every detail. Clark had always been handsome, how come you never really thought about it?

“Your h-honour and dignity,” he said. “I-it matters a lot to me.” You scoffed at his words. What honour? What honour was there in you? You were pressed against him tightly, your hand sprawled along his chest, feeling his heartbeat skip with every brush of your core against his clothed member.

“Does it?” You asked with faux care, his expression appeared all the more unsettled.

”Yes,” he said softly.

“What if I told you I already laid with another man?” You said softly. The barn was silent now if not for the cries of the various animals it housed, disturbed by your previous temperament.

“You wouldn’t,” he said, it sounded so sure. It was as though he had complete faith in you, and it disturbed you all the more that he could lie so blatantly.

”I have,” you said calmly. “What will you do? Ya still gonna marry me? What if I have his baby?”

He paused for a moment. His heart was still pounding in his chest as if begging to be let out and to make contact with your palm. “I’ll still marry you,” he said. “W-we s-said a clean slate, didn’t we?” He looked at you earnestly, and you considered for a moment your grandma’s words that no good man truly existed.

You smiled, a real smile, perhaps one that seemed a bit too manic. Clark’s face held a look of shock and you wondered if your grandfather ever looked at your granny that way, or your father to your mother. It was such a raw shock, there was a nakedness to it as well. Especially when you moved your hands up his chest, delicately over his face until you met his glasses and pulled them off. You tossed them to the side, satisfied by the sound of its fragile glass shattering against the wood and hay.

Instantly he covered his face with his hands to shield what you had long already figured out. He was heaving now, panicked and perhaps even startled by your sudden shift. Guilt, familiar and now an accepted part of you burrowed its way into your head at the sight of his fragility. Regardless, you spoke.

”I would say now we can call it a clean slate,” your words were hollow. “No masks, no lies; it’s just me and you now, the real you.”

“H-how—“

”Quit your stuttering,” you snapped.

”I- I do… don’t think I can,” he said. His hands still covered his face, and you didn’t know if it was out of shame or fear. To be frank, you were doubting if you were ever able to read him at all. “H-how did you f-find out? W-when?”

“I think I always knew,” you said. You weren’t sure how true that was, but as far as you knew it was the honest truth. Part of you always knew. It wasn’t that easy to start to love a man, not unless you’d already loved him. “But today it really started to all come together.”

”W-why t-the mind games?”

”That’s funny coming from you,” you scoffed. “I was tryna see just how far you’d go with this. Were you gonna let me think I was tricking you into thinking you were my baby’s daddy? Then I took it a step further to see if you’d pretend you could play step-daddy to your own child. What was the plan, you were gonna keep up the charade our whole lives knowing your wife thought she was deceiving you?” You words were rushed and despite the emotions you held back from crying. You’d cried so much already, for your dignity and for the child that was either all in your head or cooking up in your belly.

”I…” He moved his hands from his face. He took a deep breath before meeting your gaze, and you found it so jarring to see those mystical blue eyes with Clark’s disposition. “I was hoping… Hoping you’d put the pieces to-together.”

“And I did,” you said. “Made a mess of things, didn’t we? My ma thinks I’m some sorta harlot now, and maybe I am.”

“No, never. I-I can talk to her,” he said. He breathed a deep sigh before he continued to speak. ”I- I want to s-say sorry,” he said carefully. “But I d-don’t even know w-where to b-begin.”

“Well,” you laughed bitterly. “Lucky for you, you have a lifetime now to apologize to me for this.” In another context, maybe even in another world, these words would have been romantic. But here, in this moment, they were cold and unforgiving. You weren’t sure you could understand Clark, or Kal-El.

In fact, you didn’t know where one ended and the other began. Who was speaking to you right now? You were listening to Clark’s stutter but his voice was deeper, more firm like Kal-El’s. Who were you marrying?

Clark didn’t reply but instead hung his head in shame. You sighed and slumped forward, your whole body managing to fit snuggly in his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I think I hate you,” you mumbled against his suit, his tie rubbing against your nose. Clark didn’t reply but instead held you tighter as though it was now his turn to be scared that you’d disappear.

You chuckled at the thought, at the mess, and wondered how you could both hate a man and love him, and if a man could be two at the same time.

[sdmnpact]

He I was wondering if you can write a George Clarke fan x reader Valentine fan fic based on the song perfect by ed Sharon 

Perfect.

George Clarke x Reader ff

Now Playing: Perfect by Ed Sheeran

Baby, I'm dancin' in the dark with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass while listenin' to our favourite song When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath But you heard it, "Darling, you look perfect tonight" ~ Though I don't deserve this, you look perfect tonight

~~~

"Are you ready yet?" My boyfriend, George asked me for the 100th time. Today is Valentines Day and he had planned a day out for us. I may have taken a bit too long to get ready but he knows looking this good isn't easy.

"Just give me a few more minutes or else I'll look a mess!" I yelled from the bathroom. I was just adding a few more touches to my outfit.

"Okay I'm ready!" I said finally walking out revealing my valentine look to him.

"Damn girl, you look absolutely stunning." He replied, his eyes lingering up and down my body. I wasn't wearing anything too revealing but it was an outfit that flattered my body especially well. He loves when I show off my curves and usually I'm pretty hesitant to but today was different because I felt extra pretty.

"Stop!" I said waving my hand at him. He walked over to me and put a hand around my waist.

"You are just so perfect." He said as he kissed my cheek lightly. This was a sweet little moment. He stopped to look into my eyes. I could see his eyes soften a bit, with a look i've seen only once before, maybe adoration?

He's honestly the sweetest guy in the world. I love him to death and I always try to show my appreciation towards him.

"Well then ma lady, ready to go now?" He said in a posh little accent. I giggle and nodded my head.

We made our way towards his car. He opened the door for me and I smiled at him, receiving a chessy smile in return. I watched as he made his way around the car getting in.

"Music?"

"Always."

He chuckled turning on the radio. Perfect by Ed Sheeran had just come on. It's honestly one of my favorite songs, I just know it's gonna be stuck in my head all day now.

I reached for the volume button and turned it up. George looked towards me and smiled widely. He reached for my hand and grabbed my fingers, squeezing them tightly.

I look out the window, admiring the scenic view as the sun was setting. It was about 6:30 pm so it was getting pretty late.

>>>

We finally arrived to a location that I've never been to. I took in the surroundings and realized it was like a nice garden picnic area. It was pretty dark and seemed quite lonely besides a few people walking around the path.

I watched as George walked around the car to open my door. I got out and grabbed his hand. He didn't say a word and just led me down a dimly lit pathway away from the other ones.

To be honest, if I wasn't dating this man, you would have thought he was going to murder me.

As we got closer to the spot I assumed we were going to, I saw a ton of lights lighting up a small gazebo with a table underneath. There were two plates set up facing each other. The closer we got the more details I was able to see.

There was a trail of roses leading up to the table and plenty scattered all over the white table cloth. A vase holding full roses sat on the center of the table. Small fairy lights lit up inside the vase rather than water making it much prettier.

Beside the table sat a smaller table with a bucket on top filled with ice and a wine bottle. It was a beautiful sight and I cant believe that he did all this.

"Whats all this then?" I asked as he sat me on one side of the table sitting on the other.

"I wanted to make this night as special as my date." He smiled with a cheeky look on his face.

"Well this is certainly special but I'm afraid your date isn't this special."I said back smiling at him grabbing one of the red cloth napkins that was sitting near the plate and placing it on my lap.

"Nonsense! You're the most special person on this planet because you're just the most amazing person ever. You're beautiful, funny, caring, and you always deal with my crap so that makes you a little insane but special nonetheless." He ended as we both laughed at that comment.

"Thank you for that, and all this. Seriously, how did I end up with such an amazing boyfriend." I said reaching across the table for his hand.

"Anything for my one love." My heart was filled with so much warmth and happiness with those words and his expression.

"Sir, ma'am, the first course." We were so caught up in our little moment that we hadn't noticed someone walk up to our table. I look towards the person thinking it was a waiter but it was Arthur tv dressed up in I assume a waiter costume judging by the cheap looking tux he was wearing.

"Oh my gosh, Arthur! What has George done to you. " I exclaimed laughing at the sight.

"You might wanna hold all this shock for your entertainment." He said smiling ear to ear with his words. I gave him a look as if to say 'seriously' and he just nodded grinning.

Arthur put the plates down and walked away towards a small building I hadn't noticed earlier. Maybe I was too distracted by the whole adorable gazebo situation.

Suddenly, music began playing, and Arthur Hill came from the dark holding a guitar and started singing.

I looked at George in utter shock and just happy in general because he really got all of his friends to do something special for me.

I actually began tearing up a bit because this was just so sweet of all of them. I think George has noticed because he began squeezing my hand a little harder in a more reassuring way. I gave him a look as if to tell him not to worry.

We ate our meal listening to the soothing voice of Arthur. The food was really good, he had brought out my favorite meal but garnished to look like a lovely gourmet meal.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" George questioned sounding slightly nervous.

"Of course, this is honestly the best time of my life and it's even better that you're here sharing it with me." George moved his hand towards my face wiping at my cheek cupping my face slightly.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

>>>

After that amazing meal and entertainment. George grabbed my hand and led me towards another section of the garden. This time the trail was lit up with fairy lights along the floor in the shape of hearts.

They didn't illuminate brightly but the full moon helped provide more light. It was such a beautiful night filled with plenty of stars and a small breeze. It wasn't too hot and not too cold. It's almost like the night was perfect on purpose.

We finally stopped at a large oak tree, lit by of course, more string lights, creating a stunning visual. He wanted us to walk off the concrete path onto the grass but I was wearing heels.

"No problem." He said, picking me up and taking me underneath the tree. I laughed as he picked me up, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, making him smile widely again.

He set me down on a blanket I didn't notice earlier. He began taking my heels off carefully. I gave him a sweet smile, thanking him for it.

"George Clarke, you're such a gentleman." I gushed making an light pink tint appear on his cheeks.

"Come on!" He said pulling me up and walking me off the blanket to a section of grass. Music started playing on a speaker.

"May I have this dance. " He said with a posh accent. I laughed nodding, taking his hand.

He wrapped his hand around my waist as I placed mine on his shoulders holding onto him as he began leading us in a slow dance.

I looked up towards him, his blue eyes glistening in the moonlight.

I hadn't noticed he had also taken off his shoes. We were both barefoot on the grass dancing together underneath the moonlight. This moment seemed like an eternity. It was nice just spending time in eachother's arms like this. I placed my head on his shoulder taking a whiff of his musky scent. I wish we could stay like this forever.

>>>

We ended up staying like that for the next half hour, just swaying in eachothers embrace.

After a while we laid down together on the blanket looking up at the stars. I was wrapped in his arms taking in his warmth.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

He let me go and sat up looking at me making me sit up. He grabbed my hands and looked me straight in the eyes.

"I am seriously so madly, deeply in love with you. You mean everything and more to me. I wish that one day we could share everything. You make me a better person, I am so in love with every aspect of you, from your amazing laugh, to the face scrunch you make when you get awkward, even the way you get when you're frustrated. I am just so in love with you." He finished, wiping at my cheek with a cloth he had pulled out from his pocket. I didn't realize I had been crying.

"George, stop. You're making me ugly cry. " I said releasing a breathy laugh. He shook his head smiling. "That just how I truly feel about you and I want you to always know how much you mean to me." I love this man so much.

"Sometimes I think I actually don't deserve you because you're just so perfect."

"Of course you deserve me, I don't deserve a man this amazing."

"Well, I think we're just perfect for eachother then."

~~~

A/n

I am so sorry this one took this long. I got this request a few days before Valentines Day and wanted to get it out by then but that was the week I got my new job (also my boys One Pact had a comeback that day so it was really crazy that week.) I'm catching up on all requests and I wanna do them in the order recieved so pls bare with me.

Love you all and I hope you enjoyed!! 💖

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Steve’s Station

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If you ever find yourself on the run from the more reputable institutions of the universe, you may be prevailed upon to make your way to a little known star base called “Steve’s Station” in the Cambra system.

Designated as the haven of the underworld, Steve’s Station operates outside the boundaries of all official governing bodies and interplanetary enforcement organizations. It operates as a safe haven at one point or another for every criminal, terrorist, extremist, and other shadowy group that seeks to cause unlawful conduct across the universe.

Normally a station that housed so many unsavory characters would hardly survive a day given the tenacity for grudges its patrons held. It was only through the simple governing of the stations founder, a human known only as “Steve”, that the station was able to not only operate but actively thrive as a hub of underworld activity.

Originally founded some thirty years prior, the human Steve had saved up his life savings to by a third generation mobile station. With only four docking arms and two cargo holds, the third generation stations were largely overlooked as they were the smallest of mobile stations. What did make it more desirable was the fact that it’s smaller size allowed it to make system to system jumps. Even more beneficial was that its core housings could be upgraded and replaced to increase the size of the station if one had the credits.

With the majority of civilized systems already having an overflow of star bases and stations, cutting into the market there would neigh impossible. So Steve instead set course for the Cambra system; a little known and uncharted region of space that barely shows up on star charts save for a pair of skull and bones. This did not dissuade Steve however as he was always of the opportunistic nature.

Forty jumps later and Steve was setting up shop when his first customer came in.

A battered Benaren smuggler had just barely escaped from the authorities and made a blind jump. With his engines all but destroyed from the jump he would have been left to rot had it not been for Steve’s station.

Much to the surprise of the Benaren Steve asked no questions on how the damage came about so long as he followed the station rules.

1.       Pay on time.

2.       Keep your feuds at the door.

3.       Don’t start trouble, lest you want troubles of your own.

Within a short while the smuggler’s ship was repaired and ready to go again. The Benaren paid in full for the repairs and went on their way.

Now that may of well had been the end of Steve’s story had it not been for how connected the criminal underworld was. Not more than three weeks later another group of wayward outcasts and lowlifes stop by the station for use of its quality services.

From there the station’s reputation became wildly known as every criminal, pirate, smuggler, rogue ai and wayward warlord found their way to Steve’s Station to call it home. The wealth being generated from the constant traffic of ships and cargo allowed the station to quickly grow in size as Steve was able to purchase more parts and modules to be included.

Within the first ten years it went it nearly doubled in size, and in another five it was the size of a first 7th generation star base complete with over fifty docking ports and repair bays, sixteen cargo holds for storage, two dozen habitability compartments for stores and clubs, and a fuel depot capable of supplying an entire fleet.

The sheer volume of different factions and cultures using the station facilities would have rapidly devolved into rampant infighting and destruction were it not for the quiet hand of Steve. Patrons kept their animosity at the door unless they wanted to lose access to the safe harbor Steve’s station held. Storage and repair bays were expensive to maintain and were often prime targets for rivals within their own territories, so they were more than happy to maintain a truce while on Steve Station for their own benefit.

At least, that is what the smart ones were willing to abide by.  

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“Give us the access codes and this can all be over.”

The Jinari leaned down and grabbed hold of the human’s head. He lifted it up so the mauled human could see him through his one good eye as the other was well and good swollen shut from the beating his men had given him the moment prior.

Before them lay the one and only human “Steve”; founder of Steve station and currently their captive as they continued with their hostile takeover of the station. Jinari’s group had long wanted to make a name for themselves and by taking control of such a hub of underworld activity they could gain vast amounts of credits to finance their own operations.

It had been easy to breach the station’s control bridge as security was light. The guards had grown lax with the fear of Steve’s displeasure keeping many of the patron’s inline. They’d been dead in moments with the door breached not long after.

Steve had been understandably uncooperative with handing over his access codes that gave full control of the station; so Jinari’s men had proceed with some aggressive interrogation tactics to loosen him.

Steve looked up at Jinari; spitting out a glob of blood on to his shoe and grinned.

“It won’t do you any good you know.”

Jinari’s good mood quickly evaporated as he watched the human Steve begin to laugh.

“You broke the third rule,” he laughed, “you aren’t going to make it out of here alive.”

Before Jinari could ask what the human meant a loud bark of several weapons came from outside the control room followed. The rest of his crew turned their guns on the open doorway as the sound of several heavy footfalls began to draw closer.

“You’ve got one chance,” a deep rattling voice came from outside, “so I want you idiots in there to listen well.”

“Release. The. Human. Steve.” Another voice came in with thick robotic overtones.

“An jus may’be, we lets you go with your bits intact!” One more voice came with a throaty chuckle at the end.

The door to the control room was suddenly ripped open from its frame and the figures entered the room.

“That’s….you’re….” one of Jinari’s crew stammered as the first figure came into view. A towering mass of muscle and bone covered in thick black armor plating.

“Gur, leader of the Black Reavers.”

Gur grinned as his name was spoken with such fear.

Besides him stood an equally tall cybernetic body or polished metal and spikes. It was called “Cybrosis”, the rogue AI responsible for the collapse of three economic zones via hacking and alterations of monetary values.

On the opposite side of Gur stood a squat brutish Ularen decorated with skulls and bones of its victims. This unfortunate figure was Gobsnob, the assassin infamous for decapitating the Hybren prince during his own coronation then escaping with the severed head. Many believed one of the heads mounted on his armor was the prince’s head.

“Let Steve go, and we’ll let you live.” Gur spoke with a calm, collected voice.

Jinari’s eyes darted between the figures now blocking escape from the control room. There were even more waiting patiently in the outside hallway all armed to the teeth. In fear he drew his gun and pointed the muzzle at Steve’s head.

“What makes this flesh sack so special?” He shouted at the group. “It’s just one human! We don’t need him to run this place!”

“Correction.” Cybrosis remarked. “He. Is. The Only. One. Who Can. Run. This. Station.”

“WHY?!” Jianri demanded.

“He makes me laugh!” Gobsnob chuckled.

When the answer did not dissuade Jinari Gur spoke up and pointed at him.

“Deals changed. Whoever kills this stupid metal brain gets to walk free.”

Cybrosis turned to glare at Gur at the remark but said nothing. Jinari laughed and pushed the muzzle deeper against Steve’s head.

“You think my own crew would-“

The bark of an auto-blaster ran out and Jinari collapsed to the floor in a pool of blood and bone. His ribcage now cracked wide open from the blaster fire that tore into his back.

Those gathered turned to see one of Jinari’s crew holding the smoking gun before dropping it to the ground and raising their hands.

“I can go free now, yes?” they stammered.

Gur smiled and reached for something in his pocket. “Nah, I lied.”

Before any of Jinari’s crew could react Gur pulled out a thick barrel cannon from his coat and fired a slug at the thug closest to Steve. The barrel slug slammed the thug back into the wall with enough force to turn him into an art piece.

After that the station patrons who had been waiting outside stormed into the room and quickly subdued the rest of the thugs. They barely had time to get off a round before they were torn to pieces. In some cases quite literally as Gobsnob got ahold of one of them and began beating them to death with their own dismembered arm.

Gur slowly walked forward and helped Steve into the command chair at the center of the room.

“Glad you guys made it.” Steve laughed through bloody teeth. “Was starting to think you’d give me up to that nobhead.”

Gur shook his head. “They broke the rules.” He said calmly, wiping a stain of blood off his boot on Jinari’s twitching corpse. “And here you don’t last long if you break the rules.”

Steve smiled and switched on the com channel for station wide broadcast.

“Attention station,” Steve said calmly, “All possessions belonging to the former Jinari and his crew are now forfeited. Patrons may claim them as they wish for redistribution.”

A low rumble of cheers could be heard echoing down the halls as the denizens of the station began a free-for-all on the would-be takers belongings.  Steve was not finished though.

“Additionally, a free month’s worth of supplies and repairs to the loveable bastards that came to my rescue.”

Even more cheers erupted from those gathered in the control room as they carried off Steve to the nearest bar for celebration.

[4only1]

Feliz Navidad - Secret Santa Part 3 (King's Edition)

Featuring: Jichang Kwak, Taesoo Ma, Seongji Yuk, Gitae Kim, Gongseob Ji, Seokdu Wang, Jaegyeon Na

Masterlist -----------------------

Jichang Kwak

Unfortunately, when someone has a job, it leaves them very little time to participate in something as silly as secret santa. Unfortunately, Jichang, the man you wanted to so desperately participate in secret santa, had a job.

You sat on a bench, pouting your lips. You really wanted Jichang to participate so you could rig it and give him a gift. Why can’t the gods do you a favour for once and let you cause some mischief.

You heard the crunch of boots against snow to your side, but decided to ignore it, too sad. Atleast, until a familiar voice spoke.

“Does me not participating in secret santa really make you that sad? Well then, I suppose I’ll have to participate next year, no matter how busy I am.”

Sitting up straight, Jichang was standing in front of you, a cigarette between his lips. You stared, at a loss for words. It only took him 5 seconds to see what was wrong with you. You felt stupid now knowing that even when he was busy, he made the time to come and find you. And you were just complaining about not being able to surprise him.

“It’s okay to be upset with me. I wanted to participate, but they needed me to work more hours. Come over for Christmas dinner though. We could use someone who actually knows how to cook” Jichang said, placing a hand on your head, ruffling your hair.

As he walked away, a deep red blush appeared on your face. You curled into a ball, letting out a scream.

“Ahhhhhh, how can such a man exist”

----------------------- Taesoo Ma

Taesoo’s large hands were covering your eyes as he led you to who knows where. Well…he did, he just wouldn't tell you. You had almost tripped a dozen times by now, getting more impatient with each step.

Finally you both came to a stop. 

“Okay, you ready?” He grumbles out. His hands move away from your eyes and you stare in confusion.

In front of you was the wilderness, trees rustling with the wind. You stare up at Taesoo, waiting for an explanation on what was happening.

“You told me about how cool it is to own a mountain, so I got you your own.” He said, his voice dead serious.

Now that is not something you see everyday. You never thought this man would go out of his way to buy you something you had mentioned in passing a while ago. Your jaw was on the ground. In shock, at how much money this man actually had to buy multiple mountains.

Taesoo picks your jaw up, closing your mouth, before lecturing you a bit.

“Close your mouth or else you'll catch flies. Maybe I should have gifted you a smaller mountain.”

The mountain wasn't the problem.

----------------------- Seongji Yuk

You sat cross-legged, waiting for the treat Seongji had promised you. You know that he had limited money, so when he told you he got you anything at all, you were ecstatic.

A sweet smell lingered through the air, and a small crackle of sugar was heard. As Seongji handed you the finished product, he spoke, voice low yet clear.

“Wait for it to cool before you eat it. I don't wanna, or have the equipment, to deal with burns.”

The tanghulu was beautiful looking. The sugary syrup coated the fruit perfectly, not leaving a spot untouched. You waited patiently, both for it to cool, and for Seongji to join you.

“Sorry I couldn't give you anything else, I hope you enjoy this.” He said, sitting cross-legged next to you.

A smile crossed your face and you took the first bite, it was as good as it looked. Looking at Seongji, you spoke, excited, not thinking.

“Are you kidding me! What's better than a sweet treat with a sweet man”

You cringed at your words but he just smiled.

----------------------- Kim Gitae/Kitae

“Here”

It was one word but Gitae spoke it with authority, no room for arguments. He threw a package into your lap, causing you to fumble a bit. Picking it up, you examined it for a good minute before you asked what it was.

“Um…what is this?”

Curiosity tainted your tone as you continued to stare at the mysterious package. A small chuckle came from Gitae as he lit a cigarette. He took a puff before responding, amused at your reaction.

“Only the best of what I got. Use it or sell it, I really don't care, just don't go making a name for yourself with it.”

Oh…OH SHIT!

Your eyes widened at the new information. In what world did Gitae think drugs would make an amazing secret santa gift. Who even let him participate? Couldn't he have just bought you something with the drug money instead of making you work for it yourself?

“What the actual fuck Gitae! I’m dragging your ass down if I get caught with this” That earned you a hearty laugh.

----------------------- Gongseob Ji

Gongseob stood close to you, too close. Even when you side stepped, he followed, leaving almost no room between the two of you. Finally, you had enough and decided to ask what his deal was. 

“What do you want?” It came off harsh but he didn't care.

“I'm your secret santa, exciting right?” His tongue was sticking out as he spoke.

“I got you an amazing gift, one of a kind.” He kept yapping on, but you drowned him out.

Your attention was brought back when you heard the sound of a zipper being undone. Looking down, you were greeted with Gongseob, who had started to pull out Gongseob junior. Oh fuck no!

“What the hell!” You exclaimed. How did he think his dick was a gift? Cocky man! This gift SUCKED!!!

You moved automatically, your form would make even the best boxers swoon at how good it looked. With speed never seen before, not even by him, your fist swung swiftly, yet hard, landing right on his family jewels.

He fell to the ground, clutching his damaged merchandise, moaning in pain. You let out a sigh before shaking your fist out. A smile grew on your face as you let out a laugh

“I take it back, that was an amazing gift.”

----------------------- Seokdu Wang

Seokdu pulled out your seat, allowing you to sit down before pushing the chair in. For such an unassuming and rough looking man, he sure knew his manners.

The food was served as soon as he sat down. An assortment of dishes scattered across the large table. This was quite the luxurious gift, one you weren't expecting from him.

“Thank you for the meal, everything looks amazing”

Your words held only the truth. Everything looked yummy. Looking at his plate, you noticed a salad, just a salad. Confused, you decided to ask about it.

“So…what's with the salad, you look like the type to eat raw meat.”

“I'm vegan.”

Ah, there always was a catch. Something you would never have assumed by looking at him. You decided to change the subject, to a more pressing matter.

“I wish you had told me what the gift was beforehand. I would have dressed up better to fit the vibes of this place. I look like a rat.”

You didn't actual look like a rat, you looked like wet rat who survived a hurricane. You were wearing sweatpants that hadn't been washed in weeks, a baggy sweater and your hair was all over the place.

“Don't worry about others seeing you. I booked the whole restaurant.”

How are all the king's so rich???

----------------------- Jaegyeon Na

“I've driven a million kilometers on it and it's still good as new, I swear.” Jaegyeon spoke, placing the car keys in your hand.

You look at the car he was gifting you and well normally you would have been crying tears of joy at the gift, you just stared, annoyed. Initial N, as he called it, was the ugliest car you've ever seen. And that was before whatever happened to it 

Looking at it now, the front hood was smashed, and the roof was gone. It also smelled like piss, more so than usual. Did he think you were stupid.

“No” Is all you say, too insulted to speak otherwise. How dare this man try and give you an ugly car.

“What do you mean no? You can't say no to a gift, especially one as good as this one. Who else am I supposed to give this to?”

“Not my problem.” You tell the man, before walking away, done with the man and his ugly cars. You look back at the sound of crying. This man was hugging the car, telling it how special it was.

Well Jaegyeon was special, no doubt about that.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

Welcome to part three of the secret santa series! We have one more part to go! I'll give you a spolier in that in contains 5/6 characters and it will be posted on the 24th. It will be the last part of the secret santa series.

If you don't see your favourite character in this part, go check out the others!

Easiest to write for: Gongseob Ji

Hardest to write for: Jichang Kwak

[the-universal-sun]

Sorry this took a bit, tumblr just straight up deleted half of what I had written and I had to have a bit of a cry before I got back into it. But! Thank you so much for the request, I hope you stuck around this long to see it through! I did have fun writing it, these two are so cute and stanley deserves all the care and love in the world! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it!

With all the Love in the World,

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"Okay now, Stanley, it's nap time. Go and pick out what book you want me to read to you since we finished the last one. Go on." Ford ushered his brother, who had been little for a better part of the day, towards their little book nook, it's just a small shelf Ford had put up with some books aimed towards young children, Stanley added some fairy lights to make it more fun. Ford did have to admit the lights were a nice touch, making it seem cozy and warm. They just finished reading Charlotte's Web last week, and Lee loved it for all that he cried during it. Ford was worried at first, thinking the book was too much, but once his brother was feeling bigger, he explained how crying did make him feel better, getting all those "icky feelings" out in a way that didn't involve hitting things. He still doesn't quite believe him, but he'll acquiesce for now.

Ford waits patiently, Lee wants to pick his books alone, the tone of the book deciding how he felt, how young he felt, in that moment. It's a good indicator, though he would love to help Lee pick put a book sometimes when he's feeling small, he can't help it, Lee always looks so cute when he's concentrating and trying to make a decision. If he was allowed, Ford would take a million photos of that face, alas, his Little brother is camera shy. A tugging at his sleeve pulls Ford's attention away from his thoughts, Lee holds a book out to Ford, looking down and his feet his face red. Ford commits that face to memory to draw later, he looks so cute. He wants to pinch his cheeks and kiss them. Moses, he's turning into Ma'. Ignoring those thoughts, Ford grabs the book, another small chapter book, and reads the title.

"Oh, Lee. Are you feeling smaller right now, hmm?" Ford asks with a smile, holding the first Winnie the Pooh book in his hands. It's an old one, Stanley picked it out from a thrift store in town, the worn cover reminding him of that nice old woman, the one who made him Poindexter and his quilt. Ford wonders if she may possibly be alive somewhere.

His Lee shyly nods, rocking slightly on his feet and tangling his fingers at the ends of his hair-the mullet had been cut and evened out-the actions tugging at Ford's heart strings. His brother was so cute. He has to draw this when Stanley’s napping. "Well that's okay, Lee. You know I don't mind if you feel smaller today. Do you want to nap on the bed or do you want to make a bed in the living room?" Ford would prefer Stanley wanting to nap in bed, but if his twin really wants to, he'll drag every blanket in the house down stairs and make him a nest.

"Mmm..." Stanley rocks, finger going up to tap at his lips, Ford lets it as long as his brother doesn't start biting at it. After a while, this is a very big decision for his brother to make, Stan points upstairs in the direction of their rooms, wanting to nap in his bed. Ford takes his hand, Stan can be unsteady when he's feeling small, and walks up stairs with him. He makes sure to go slowly, reminding his Lee to hold on to the stair rails so he doesn't fall. "...can do it..." is the only response Stanley gives, pouting all the while as he holds the railing with one hand and Ford's in the other. They slowly make their way to Stanley’s room, turning the lights on to reveal his bed, outfitted with his favorite teddy bear quilt and his beloved Poindexter. Ford still can't get over how...complicated he feels knowing his brother named his stuffed animal after him and how deeply he's cherished it for a decade now.

"Come on, Lee, up up in bed, I'll tuck you in." Ford pulls back the comforter and quilt, helping Stan up and settled in bed, one time Stanley slipped off the bed when he was feeling small and Ford's panic about his tears caused even more crying-it was a rough day. “Let’s get you all nice and tightly tucked in, Lee. Right, bud? As snug as a bug.” It took Ford a while to get used to this childish talk, he’s still embarrassed by it sometimes, but Stanley loves it. It’s starting to come more naturally to him as he keeps talking in this manner.

“...’n a rug?” Lee asks, chewing on his finger. Which Ford swiftly replaces with a rabbit pacifier he has laying on the bedside table; not Lee’s favorite but Ford thinks it’s rather cute. His brother’s hands are already torn up, and he’d hate for them to get worse before he finishes perfecting and experimenting with his healing salve. It’s main purpose is to reduce inflammation and scarification on the first two layers of the skin initially, with more permanent healing taking place after being used consecutively for several days-

“As snug as a bug in a rug, Lee.” Ford cuts himself off. This is no time to be thinking about his projects, not with his Little brother in front of him. Stan is what, who, his focus needs to be on. He leans down and presses a kiss onto his brother’s forehead as he starts to meticulously tuck in the covers.

“...’n Poindexter?”His brother asks around the pacifier. Stan holds his ragged teddy bear up, as if presenting the toy for inspection. But Ford knows what his brother is really asking for. He presses a loud and overdone kiss on the plush’s head, biting back a smile at the giggling bursting forth from his brother. He needs to keep his brother calm or else he’ll never nap. He’s just too cute though. 

“Yes, of course I’ll tuck your friend in with you, Lee. Nice and snug as a bug.” He tucks the toy in his brother’s arms, pulling the beloved quilt up, covering the two of them and tightly tucking the corners in. Ford smoothes back his brothers hair, it's grown out a bit from that rather horrendous mullet he had all those months ago.

“In a rug!” Lee giggled, kicking his feet beneath the blankets. Ford bit back a coo, his brother hearing that would be way too embarrassing for him. He sat next to his brother, bundled and tucked in tightly with his quilt, and opened the story book Lee picked out.

“Are you ready for your story? Or do you need to get more situated first, Lee?” Ford asked, looking over to his brother. His brother who was clutching his bear and staring up at him. Staring as if he had hung the moon. Moses, Ford cleared his throat, his heart is going to give out on him one of these days from how sweet his brother looks. “Story time it is, then.” Ford turned to the first page-

“Voices.” Ah, of course.

“Yes, Lee, I’ll do the voices, too.” He turns back to the first page of the book, face red at the thought of even attempting to do Winnie the Pooh’s voice. Stan really has him wrapped around his finger.

Ford wouldn’t have it any other way.

[hibiskissess]

You Deserve This

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

Rook Hunt x Insecure Chubby/Plus-Sized Reader

The only sounds heard in the Ramshackle dormitory were your soft, muffled sobbing as you brought your blankets to your face. Tonight was just one of those nights- the ones where everything just comes crashing down.

All the negativity in your mind manifested into this one single thought: You weren’t good enough. You weren’t pretty enough, not skinny enough.

From being around a literal supermodel to just other regular students, they were all so much… smaller than you. Better. Prettier.

The thought did nothing to calm you, only making the situation worse. You continued to muffle your crying, trying your best not to wake up Grim.

You jolted in the bed when you heard a knock. Was it from the door downstairs? No, it sounded much too close for that.

You looked to your right, looking at the silhouette illuminated by the delicate moonlight. The unmistakeable bob caught your attention, and it was obvious that the person was Rook.

As much as you didn’t want to open it, you knew that if you ignored him, it would only make things worse. Begrudgingly, you got up from the bed, opening the window and trying to wipe your tears.

“Rook, it’s the middle of the night. What’re you doing here?”

Before you could pester any further, he cupped your cheek, looking you over repeatedly. “Mon belle, I could tell you had been acting strangely as of late, and when I came to observe you, I saw ma mignonne crying. Please, tell me what is troubling you?”

You sighed, listing out your options. If you denied his claim, he would only continue to ask- he was observant enough to know something was up. But if you caved and told him what happened, it’s not like he would understand. His esthetic was like that of a renaissance painting while you were just someone who could admire the work, doing nothing else. Being nothing else but just an insignificant bystander, envious to the radiance of another.

Your hands came to your face, trying to hide it from him as more tears came. A hand cradled your head into his shoulder, the other keeping you firm against him. Rook knew better than to demand the answers out of you before you were ready.

After coming to sit together on the floor, you held his hand as your gaze stayed planted to the floor. You knew Rook would try his best to understand, seeing that he had been empathetic enough to see what was wrong, but it didn’t make it any less humiliating to actually admit it.

“You’re right, I have been off lately.”

You bit your tongue, tears pooling in your eyes.

“I’ve just been insecure. More than normal. After hanging out with you, Vil.. people who embody beauty, I just… it kills me that I don’t look like that. That I can’t even imagine looking like that.” you swallow as you continue, “I don’t even want to know what you think of me. You care so much about yourself, about doing everything you can to be beautiful, and then I look like this. It embarrassing. I hate being this size.”

You gaze darts across the floor, waiting for Rook to break the silence. Of course he wouldn’t understand. Now you just embarrassed yourself.

Timidly raising your viewpoint, you looked at Rooks face, being able to see his expression even in the dim room. He looked like he was about to start crying.

He pulled you to him, kissing your forehead gently. “Mon belle, I cannot understand how you view yourself that way. Every time my eyes meet yours, my heart is enticed in ways I cannot even explain. Your beauté leaves me speechless when I see your sparkling smile.” he coos, his lips coming to press kisses to your cheeks.

“I cannot tell you how much your form ignites a passion deep within me that I am unable to put out. Ma colombe, you are not any less beautiful than statues depicting goddess themselves. Even those who are the fairest of all would be envious if they saw just how flawless you are every single waking moment of the day.”

His hand cupped your cheeks, gently stroking it and wiping away tears. “Ma douce, your body embodies beauté in its own way. Just because your thighs, stomach, and whatever else you inquire might be bigger than those compared to others, how does that make you any less beautiful? There is no need to be ashamed of your own personal being, because these features do not take away from your unique attraction.” A gentle kiss landed between your brows, causing you to sniff weakly.

The moonlight peeking through the window illuminated his features, making him appear like he was an embodiment of the moon itself- his beauty and elegance blending in with the charm of the night. You didn’t fail to notice how softly he was speaking, whether it be due to the late hour or being considerate to Grim’s sleep.

You hugged him, your head in the crook of his neck. His hands held you firmly against him, gentle kisses being pressed against your neck as he whispered to you. “I love you, mon chéri. I will declare it as many times as you deem fit.”

You smiled, kissing his jaw. “I love you too. Thank you, for everything.”

He pecked your temple, his hand gently moving up and down your back. “If you ever need this again, mon belle, just tell me. I could remark on your beauty for days, months even.” Rook grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips and gently kissing it. “You are the most beautiful gem I have ever laid my eyes on, and your physique only enhances your beauteousness.” A gentle kiss to your forehead punctuated his statement, his grip on you never faltering as he showered you with his affection.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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— reprieve | bruce wayne (☾)

wc: 3,047

draft from early last year — written as part of lunar lore (oc) but can be read as ‘x reader’

initially written in lowercase bc i mostly write on my phone so if i missed anything lmk pls

warnings: fluff !! super wordy/descriptive, potentially ooc!bruce, younger!bruce wayne (as in like the second year of being batman—he's in his early-mid twenties), third-person pov (mc is referred to w she/her pronouns), no use of ‘y/n’ or names, mc has hair long enough to be tied into a clip (one or two mentions of ‘curls’), established situationship (they're not dating actually BAHA), mc has abilities (super strength, healing factor, n cybernetic eye implants mentions—lmk if u want a more detailed explanation!!), domesticity, flirty!bruce, mc implied to hv a rough past and high pain tolerance, clingy!bruce, chores, mc is smaller/shorter than bruce, documents, thomas n martha wayne mentions, mc mentioned to be physically toned, alfred is on (a well-deserved) vacation in the maldives, bruce has a bad headache (bane mentioned!!), lots of touching, celcius use (jumpscare), sleep coercion (/pos), gaslighting (/joke) — lmk if i missed anything !!

Reading is a friend.

When he was younger and his parents were still six feet above, the library had been, au fond, Bruce's bedroom. Restless nights tossing and turning became nights by the warmth of the fireplace, moonlight managing to spill over the carpets through the gaps of the preposterously too-tall curtained windows that had always towered over the young wayne back then—the same windows where he now reached half its height, a bittersweet revelation to live. All the while Alfred would find him fast asleep in the loveseat in the morning, an opened copy of something Caesarean during his odd Roman Empire phase as a child opened and tucked against his chest, eyes shut and breathing slow, drowning deep in a dreamscape. But reading wasn't his only love in that aspect.

His mother read to him often. It was how he learned that he adored literature. He slept better with the sentiment of a bedtime story, whether it be tall or grounded, read from or simply spoken. His father tended to be guilty of the latter half, spouting theatrical tales that had his arms waving about and his expressions warping and morphing into exaggerated faces that young Bruce would sleepily giggle into his blankets from. His heart would sometimes swell and yet, ache in the recollection, bittersweet on his tongue. He supposed the whole family were readers, in their own way. Storytellers and story-lovers, one and the same. Though, in his life now, a free hour was tough enough to wring out of his day, let alone enough time to sit back and properly enjoy a book like he used to.

It didn't help that now, one of the only few things he actually had to sit down and read were documents. A good amount of which, for his company.

Such as right then, where he hunched over his home-office desk, head in his hands as his overworked brain tried to swallow the bits of information spread out on crisp sheets between his elbows.

Fucking hell.

Groaning, his head sank further into his palms, fingers weaving through the loose, messy strands over the front of his hairline.

He just dealt with Bane last night—reading was very much a foe right now.

The home-office was nostalgic in the shades of Victorian browns and the arched tips of the intricately framed (and once again) too-tall windows, floors drenched in the liquid gold of the sinking sun through the glass. Carpets blanketed mahogany planks as shelves lined up against the walls, neighboring pictures and awards and titles scattered over the century-old paint, where his parents would watch over him in the various stages of their lives, smiling forever. It could be considered old-fashioned, but it was comfortable. Before him, it was his father's and the father before him and so on. A Wayne's dwelling, through and through. Anecdotal in each crevice and dent and scratch and marks he'd discovered all throughout his life and will continue to, what with the too-long history of his bloodline—if the very lived-in state of the place hadn't made it so, anyway.

Bruce, however, felt far from comfortable—even if he was in the best pajama set he owned that he got a few months back. He thought it'd be a normal-ish day (normal-ish only because of the lack of Alfred, who was probably sipping cocktails as he tanned by the shore somewhere in the Maldives); wake up, morning routine, get to work, try not to sleep through meetings, scatter some food intake throughout the day and sunscreen reapplications, clock out, prep for his night job, do said night job, night routine, go the fuck to sleep. But no.

No, his company had to have some dispute with a Hong Kong branch because of a corruption case (that Batman had exposed) that had occurred and blew up several weeks before. And now, as a majority shareholder, he was one of the several board members that had to figure out what to do with the aftermath. And it's not like he didn't have a plan—of course he did, he's Batman—he had one, he knew exactly how to clean up messes. He was good at it, he knew what to do. But even then, he was still a man. And sometimes, men have headaches in the face of legal documents after a night of getting tossed back and forth in a Gotham bank.

Eyes squeezing shut, his shoulders sunk in quiet defeat as he sighed, eyelids unveiling a steel blue glare into the petty fibers of inked paper. Some part of him felt that it was stupid how he couldn't just take in some words, but hell, exhaustion was a bitch.

His ears perked up at the faint, but relief-inducing sound of steps echoing through the hallways past the home-office walls, shifting to lean back in his seat as the thumps thudded louder to the door. She had light feet. In a different situation, he'd barely be able to hear her steps at all. But she was at home, she was comfortable. So she was louder than she needed to be for no reason, and it was fine.

Seconds later, the door cracked open (she never bothered to announce her presence, not when she knew he could always sense her), and doe eyes stared at him through little loose wisps of curls that framed her face, untucked from the clip the rest of her hair was in, a blank expression (not bored or anything, just a default face) written into her skin.

“I just finished the laundry—can you take out the trash later? I've done everything else.”

The request was strange in hindsight, considering his status. You'd think the first son of gotham would never have to lift a finger. but with Alfred on vacation, the simpler chores were split between them. And well, she did most of it—considering the fact that she knew how, having tailed and assisted the Wayne butler on a day-to-day basis—but on some instances, she proved, admittedly, a tad lazy or she simplydidn'twantto. Which was where he came in, something he definitely didn't object to. It was fair, and it's not like he couldn't throw out trash or clean the bathrooms himself. He'd been in the darkest trenches of the earth back in the days of learning his practice, rotten food and mold scared him as much as finding her fluffy bunny slippers under the bed did.

Sighing—not out of exasperation, to be clear—calloused fingers ran through dark curls in blatant exhaustion that twitched a shift in her expression, he nodded softly.

“I will. But just—” his tongue kissed teeth as a plea formed in the back of his throat, the bridge of his nose massaged through his pause. His free hand waved her over, “could you come here for a second?”

Brows furrowing in visible concern, she pushed the gap of the door wider to let herself in, revealing the familiar silk set of a camisole and pajama shorts that hung over her hips, and the basket of folded laundry comfortably tucked between her hand and her waist that she carried with ease. Immediately, she scanned him and his surroundings for any cause of his discomfort as the basket of clothes was set down by the door that she nudged shut.

“What's wrong?” She asked, walking over to where he sunk in his seat, palms reaching out to grasp his forehead for a temperature change as her eyes blinked white. 36° celsius, her findings read. He was fine, his vitals were largely stable. Mostly unmarred save for the leftover bruises and minor cuts from the night before, and the slight concussion from the headslam into a fucking wall. Soft fingertips scratched over his scalp as she weaved through his hair in soothing motions, willing the comforted flutter of his eyelids as his head fell back with yet another sigh—that had, fortunately, sounded a little more relieved this time.

“You're stable.” She concluded, eyes narrowed at him. “Is it the concussion?”

It was definitely the likely culprit. His skull was pounding into his skin, throbbing with an ache that set fire to his senses. But even if said concussion had fallen rather mild, most of the pain stemmed from the bruising more than anything. Being slammed head-first into a sturdy bank wall wasn't quite as painless as she'd have made it seem. But even with the protection his cowl offered, it couldn't exactly cancel all the brute force from the impact. No matter, that wasn't his main concern at the moment. (but it definitely was the concussion.)

Before he could say more, a searing pain shot through his head at the slightest scrape of a fingernail against the bump over his cranium (again, Bane), triggering a sharp hiss of air through gritted teeth. Immediately then, her hands slipped away to hover hesitantly by her chest, wincing apologetically.

“..Sorry.”

“Hn.”

Eyes squeezed shut, his chest heaved with deep breaths as he pulled himself together, straining to push down the pain blooming over his scalp. How inconvenient.

“I can't read.” He rasped a confession, weakly knocking his knuckles to the edge of his desk to introduce the documents to her line of sight, the white lenses faintly glowing in a quiet examination.

Oh. Okay, she understood.

But with a snort, she opted to tease. “Didn't know Bane made you illiterate.”

Groaning, his grasp found her forearm just to pull her into his lap, arms circling her waist to push her closer, head lolling into the soft skin of her toned back as she settled over his thighs in the blink of an eye. Maybe she should be surprised, but proximity was far from a stranger at this point in their timeline. And she wasn't one to ever deny him, regardless of the desires his hands would speak for him.

“Read it to me.” He beckoned, muffled against her shoulder blade, inadvertently bubbling a giggle up her throat from the ticklish way his lips mumbled into her skin. “Please.”

Moving the rolling chair closer to the desk, she leaned over to skim through the papers, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she pinched the papers between her fingertips. Her head tilted as the information summed itself up in the built-in display beyond the white lenses she looked through, “this is clean-up?”

He nodded once, “for the corruption case, yes.”

She nodded too, flipping through the pages in her quiet, reading through the paragraphs with the ease his exhaustion had antagonized.

“I don't think you want me to read you all this word for word.” she quipped with yet another snort, words laced in an audible smile that lulled his worn-out brain. “If you couldn't read it, I don't think you'd digest it better hearing it.”

A single grunt was the only response he could muster to her teasing, strong arms squeezing her by the waist as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, breathing her in. If he wanted to say how her voice might bewitch his brain just enough to finally understand it, he didn't. Because this was nice. She was warm. Softer in comparison to his hardened, calloused self, scarred in places he'd rather the world never see. She wasn't like that. All her scars were inside, in the skeleton of her soul and in the heart of her mind. They both shared that quality, certain enough. It made them closer, he considered. He never felt so close to another living being that he could unsheathe his armor, the facades and the lies and the aloof stoicism and unveil his everything, to feel safe enough to sleep nights by her side. The thought that she was his anchor was overwhelming, but bears a comfort in the truth. He'd rather no one else to sit on his lap and yet mock him in a moment of weakness.

“Mm..” Humming thoughtfully, she finally reached the end of the papers as his inner monologue wrapped up. “I could annotate this for you.”

Pushing the chair back, she leaned down to reach the desk drawers—with that of a mild struggle considering the way he clung to her—in a search. “Where'd you put the sticky notes and pens i got you?”

“Ask Alfred.” Was his immediate reply—one that he could definitely feel her deadpan to—expression shifting in slight discomfort with how she was leaning over a little too far for him to snuggle into. he squeezed her tighter, frowning into her skin. “Stop moving.”

“No,” she lightly chided, making her way through the drawers that lined the large foot of the desk from top to bottom. “I'm looking for the sticky notes.”

Another grunt. “Just summarize it for me.”

“You won't remember it.”

“I will.”

Clicking her tongue, her eyes rolled. “As if.”

“I will.”

With his insistence, she was suddenly pulled back up against him, resulting in a position where he was basically sandwiched between her and the back of his chair, biting back a pained sound from the slight sting of his head pressed against the leather cushion. “Just stay still.”

Of course, she ignored that and continued to lean over to look for the sticky notes, much to his chagrin.

Huffing, he stubbornly clung to her as she searched. and in just a few handfuls worth of seconds, she finally found them—much thanks to him, of course.

Quietly, she set the pens and notes over the desk, clicking the tip of the pen open to start the annotations. It's not like she had to or anything—definitely not. But she liked the feeling of doing it, the feeling of helping him in any sort of way. She indulged the extra mile for anything he needed, but if he rather she didn't, she could do that too. She'd give her soul for him if asked, even offhandedly.

“In summary,” she began, softened hums harmonizing with the scribbles of pen and paper. “Contract terminations, relocations, reviews, resourcing, retrieving research, rehiring—bla, bla.” Trailing on, she wrote down the necessary jist of it into the colorful notes and stuck them by the relevant paragraphs, scribbling quick summaries to keep his attention. “And then you get to the lawsuits part and who you're suing and for how much, as suggested by your legal department.” She said, “how fun.”

He scoffed, “how not.” His cheek was squished up against her shoulder, “there's another meeting for it tomorrow.”

“Aw.” she mock-cooed, “poor rich boy with his meetings.”

“Shut up.”

“Uh-huh.” An amused grin formed at her lips, the bottom half bitten between her teeth as she wrote down all the necessary things in the little notes.

Silence stretched on in the quaint, half-modern half-victorian home-office, the light steps of a dancing pen over paper being the only sound that cut through the otherwise nothingness looming in the air. She could feel him against her, breathing starting to slow and his hold starting to slack, his neck curling in in a position that'd probably leave him sore if her were to just fall asleep just like this. So, despite how little her want to wake him was, she lifted a hand to lightly tap at his cheek, rousing him just enough.

“You should go on ahead,” she urged, following the sleepy hum he let out. ”Nap.”

He grunted, snuggling deeper into her, a chosen response in the stead of vocal words.

Looking up in a mix of a deadpan and something fond, she sighed. “Bruce, come on. You'll be sore when you wake.”

“Are you done?” He mumbled an ask, just for her to lightly shake her head as she rubbed his cheek gently.

“No,” she told him, “I'll be done in maybe ten or twenty minutes, though. And then I have to start on your dinner before patrol—”

“Later.” He nuzzled into her once more, ”you're tired.”

Her brows shot up with amusement, “..Okay, I'm not.”

“You are.” He gave her yet another squeeze, “you're very tired, and you want to nap.”

She threw her head back with a laugh, a hint of disbelief whisked in the hymn of her giggles as her hands moved to rest over his where they hugged her by the waist. Jesus, he was (poorly) gaslighting her. “Oh, you're serious.”

“So serious." He added, “you're so tired, and you want to nap.”

Her head shook with the humor of the situation, a grin stretched across her face as the white of her lenses was blinked away. “You're unbelievable.” He'd rather that she was the tired one and he was, what? An unwilling victim to her desires? Unbelievable.

“You're so sleepy.” he repeated, like somehow his sleepy chants would coerce her into feeling it. maybe he was just that tired, and she was just that comfortable and he was too used to it. but he couldn't just go to bed without her now, not when it was better by her side. “So sleepy.”

Eyes rolling, she sighed defeat into the air, shoulders sinking in a quiet relent. If this was how he was going to be convinced to nap, then so be it.

“Fine,” she slumped, “I'm so sleepy.” To exaggerate, she feigned a yawn. “So tired. I want to nap.”

Chuckling, his arms pulled her into yet another squeeze. “I told you so.”

She lightly shook her head, “you're unbelievable.”

Without another word, he'd gotten up the chair with her in his arms, wringing a yelp out of her as she was now held up in the air by the waist, knees tucked in like she was still seated as her feet hovered while his took steps over the mahogany floors, somehow managing to make his way to the door successfully in his sleepy state without resulting into her crashing into anything. When they met the door, she opened it for him to pass them through and shut it closed just as well, leaving the papers and the laundry idle in the home-office as he led them through the halls of his childhood, eager to sleep off the ache in his skull.

Thankfully, she remembered to set up a few alarms to wake them up before patrol, much to his grumbling.

And if she ever brought it up again, he'll only grunt about it.

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[yayasvalveplay]

YAYA BOO I ACTUALLY DREW SOMETHING TODAY IM BEATING THE ARTBLOCK DEMON

Unfortunately 😔 im actually lowkey very disappointed that the subject of such is THIS DUMB FUCKING CRACKBABY

That's fucking right, I DREW A RODIMUS/STRIKA/(probably lugnut too) BABY, THE CRACKSHIP LIST GROWS LETS GO

The basics l got for my girl, is that her name Ignitia, and that she's a sassy little lady, emphasis on little because from the looks of it, Lugnut or Strika's CNA didn't DO SHIT in making her like BRO she looks like a copy of Rodimus.

But that's what she WANTS for you to think of her. A delicate little lady with a taste for pretty jewelry.

Somehow, I ended up with her having the ability to basically mass shift into a giant. With the ability to size shift, Ignitia goes from a small frame femme to a massive warframe bodybuilder. Ignitia is actually very proud of this ability; she really loves her giant form to where she gets lowkey self-conscious over her smaller form at times because she feels weak. Despite that both forms have their pros/cons—

Large Form: Obviously strong and powerful; but she isn't as fast since all her energy is being used up for her large form.

Tiny form: her other ability involving fire is much more precise and effective.

I genuinely cannot believe that this girl is beating the artblock demons away 🫠 I literally only drew her to fuck around at first like a what if because I wasn't considering putting her in aus like DW or AW BUT NOW SHE WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE YAYA HELP 😭 💀

Mion. Mion I love her, and I'm going to steal her for DW and AW and any other au that has this crack ship. ALSO So i can draw her later.

DW

This Shit became long.

Because HMM. Imagine her being such a tiny baby. Maybe a bit of a chub. But Rodimus is so fucking scared he fucked up somehow. That he didn't give birth correctly or He hurt her while giving birth BECAUSE!

While carrying her he almost looked like a balloon with how big his belly got. But once Emergancy kicked in she mas shifted into her smaller form. Easier birth? Maybe? But all it did was scare Rodimus more and he refused Strika and Lugnut to look at her ashamed of what he had made.

The two chock it up to protective carrier protocols and thus don't try anything, for 3 weeks. Until Lord Megatron had a ball and they must introduce her to their lord like they had done with their other kids. Rodimus just gets pail, sickly pail, almost like he's dying and of course they take notice almost immediately. They know he's taking care of her, mostly never leaving the room unless it is to get fuel himself or to bath. They know she is still alive thanks to their sire bond with the bitty.

"Rodimus what's wrong?"

"You-you can't show her to Megatron. You just can't?"

"And why not? We have shown our other bitties to his lordship and he has adored them all."

"Not this one, Please not this one."

"Lugnut dear. Go and get Ignitia"

"NO!" Rodimus tried to lung to get back to the door but he is pinned by Strika as Lugnut goes into the room to collect her. Rodimus is sobbing now, on the floor curled in on himself as he just can't take it, he's broken, They will see how broken he is and how that messed with their bitty.

Lugnut comes out with this small frame, chirping tiredly. This if the first time she's felt one of her Sir's close by in a long while, and she's happy, snuggling into his hold.

"please don't- Please do not harm her." He says quietly making the Conjunx's look down at him.

"Why would we harm our bitty?"

"Because she wasn meant to be big, we all saw it on the scans. She is meant to be a war frame. But she- She."

"She is an Outlier. Like you."

"Wh-what?"

"Do you really think we would of allowed you to stay cooped up for weeks with her If we didn't already know. We saw her, got her checked out before returning her to you, upon which you awoken. You had thought you had only been gone for a few moments. But you were passed out for 2 Joors."

"Why. . . Why did you allow me to do that?"

"Being a new Carrier is hard. We all thought you would of needed space to comes to term of her birth. Clearly we should of intervened sooner."

"So, you are not mad?"

"Of course we are not."

AW

Rodimus is just looking at their tiny bitty so small, magnetizing to his chassis. Strika sits near him, rubbing a cooled cloth over his face. As much as he would of preferred a hospital, He was grateful that They had medics as neighbors who could do an at home birth.

"She's so small. But yet she gave me so much trouble in my forge. What gives bitty?"

Strika chuckles, moving to kiss his helm. "She is perfect. A wonderful creation between us too."

"Ya. She is a cutie patootie,, Wait wasn't she suppose to be a war frame though?" He looks over at Ratchet, the old medic grunts. "Outlier Abilities. It isn't uncommon for bitties to unlock them young. And in this case use them while still inside the forge. It must of triggered the moment you went into emergancy."

"So you are saying She has the ability to change her appearance?"

"Yes."

"That is. So sick!"

[thebibutterflyao3]

"Ordinary"

@pandalilymicrofics - 748 words

part seven - part eight - part nine

“Maman? Who are you talking—Oh! Uncles!” Luna swiped Pandora’s mobile and plopped onto a stool at the counter. Immediately, the conversation took a sharp turn.

Regulus’s face lit up at the sight of his goddaughter. “Ma chérie! L'école va bien? Tu as besoin de quelque chose? Tu as des amis?” (My darling! School is good? You need anything? You have friends?) 

“Of course she has friends!” Sirius chastised. “Luna is nature’s child. Who wouldn’t love our moon baby?”

Luna grinned wider than ever. “I do have friends, four of them!”

“You see?” Sirius said, sounding self-satisfied. “She is fine. Stop mothering her.”

“Hush.” Regulus’s voice shifted to a gentle tone as he turned back to Luna. “What can I send you, my sweet? A pretty dress? Oh, I know! you don’t have a tiara!”

Sirius scoffed, “Non! Ce n'est pas une petite fille! (No! She's not a little girl!) She’s a teenager now. You want records and a record player, don’t you? I can send you some of my favourites, ma grenouille.” (my frog)

“Records? You’re a fossil. I have her and Pandora on my Spotify plan,” Regulus said.

Pandora was shaking with silent laughter as the brothers began arguing over the gifts they would send for her birthday. Luna happily watched them bicker with pure, unfiltered adoration splashed over her soft features. They were obnoxiously wealthy and had to be forcefully limited to only sending gifts for holidays. Which meant every ordinary holiday was treated like Christmas and Luna received a pile of gifts. Thankfully, they had excellent taste in clothes and generally bought things that they knew Luna would like. Please do send a tiara. I may have to steal it.

“Hmm, new paint brushes would be nice,” Luna said finally. “I’m working on a mural. Do you want to see?”

“And paint!” Sirius enthused. “Yes! Show us!”

Regulus clicked his tongue in agreement. “Perhaps a smock as well? You're freckled with orange, darling.”

They disappeared up the stairs, chattering like mice plotting to steal cheese from the pantry. Except, she supposed, it was more like mice who intended to fill the pantry with cheese. Pandora huffed at her failed metaphor and focused on the cheese at hand, or rather, on the sandwiches she was making. Croque monsier was one of Luna’s favourites, and her own comfort food.

When the sandwiches were ready, she threw together a small salad for each of them and set the table. Pandora knew that Luna would wander down when she smelled it, so she didn’t bother to interrupt…until she heard the TikTok song that her daughter was singing. Shite. Don’t spin! Don’t spin! 

She rushed up the stairs to find Luna spinning wildly as she sang,

I am an alien. My rocket ship is human bone and skin. I’m something smaller, staring out the skull with a panel of wire and buttons. I don’t understand, spamming every one of them. So does being human mean pretending to know what’s going on. Hello? What’s going on? Ohhhh Ahhhhh Hello? Fine! (“What’s Going On?” by madilynmei on TikTok)

Regulus made a strange noise as Pandora pulled the phone from Luna’s hand, then he started breathing heavily. “I-I’m feeling a bit off. Pardon me, my sweet.” 

He disappeared from the screen and Sirius took over, grinning broadly. “I love that song, Luna! Give me back to her. Let’s hear it again. How’s it start? I am an alien…”

“Fine, but no more spinning when Uncle Regulus is on the screen, alright? It makes him ill, remember?” Pandora said, reluctantly handing the phone over. 

“Sorry, Uncle!” Pandora then launched into the song again, jumping up on her bed to bounce instead. 

Pandora sighed, holding back a laugh when Sirius joined in enthusiastically. He was always the one who encouraged her daughter’s chaotic side, while Regulus tended to prefer her whimsical side. Between the two of them and Evan, Luna had a rapt audience for any and everything that popped into her mind. 

Watching her daughter thrive on her uncles’ attention warmed her from the inside out. The two of them may live alone, but they were surrounded by so many loving people that it never felt that way. Their family had always felt so full, so supportive and loving. In moments like this, Pandora couldn’t help but feel grateful for every one of them who filled the gap that losing Xeno left behind. 

I don’t know what I would do without them. Probably drink. 

[yestrday]

sklfhjk i'm loving the little hc/lore posts you're doing about the different aus, i'm a huge sucker for those. may i ask about your hybrid venti thoughts?

well! how could i refuse! i love venti sm as my first ever 5* and i love writing him as my perverted lil boy. i havent written much for him in the hybrid au so!

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't dirty the young master with that perverted fondling of yours, old friend."

You laugh awkwardly as Zhongli's admonition only spurs Venti to snuggle even closer to you, sitting on your lap with his bare legs brushing against yours. He sends a sly smile towards the old dragon and revels in the way his gold-brown hands tighten on his teacup's handle.

"Hmm... you might not know since you came later than me, but me and our young master here have a ve~ry intimate relationship," the dove hybrid says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder with smug look. "Why, you should've seen them when they were smaller, always begging and crying for me to hug them. It's only natural that we've become close— both physically and emotionally!— throughout the years."

Venti nuzzles his cheek against yours. "Aren't I right, ma~ster? ♡"

"Venti's right, Zhongli," you try to alleviate his concerns, though the disgusted look on his face grows more and more palpable. "This is natural for us. Although, uh." Your face reddens when you feel Venti's hand slip and take a feel on your tummy. "I... I have to admit that he's handsier tonight than usual."

Venti giggles. "Whatever are you talking about? You're way handsier with me when you're in bed~"

Your face almost explodes as the horrified expression on Zhongli's face grows. "Th– That! It's not what you think, Zhongli, I promise! Venti's just teasing me about how clingy I get when I asleep. Aether knows about it too. There's nothing else to it!" By the way Venti is laughing but not denying your words, your secretary can tell that you're telling the truth. Nevertheless, he schools you with a stern look.

"You ought to be more wary around us hybrids, [Your Name]. Especially around... this one." Venti pokes his tongue out at him and Zhongli only scoffs into his teacup. "You don't know how out of hand he was back in his days, and he's every bit as wily before as he is now. So keep your guard up and don't be seduced by him."

The subject of his admonitions gasps dramatically, turning to you with a can-you-believe-this-guy look on his face. "That's not true! You don't believe him, right, master? After all, I am the epitome of all things pure and innocent!" He places your hand on his bare thigh and looks up at you with those darling green eyes and ever so gently caresses your cheek.

"If there's anything perverted here, I think it's how you eat me up with those eyes of yours, ma~ster ♡."

Venti's delighted giggling erupts when you finally explode and hide your face in Venti's shoulder in shame. "Venti..!"

"Ahahaha! You're so easy to tease!"

Zhongli shakes his head, taking another sip to ease his nerves. He doesn't know whether or not he should report your corruption to your father and risk his wrath.

[byunpum]

Auntie Sully: New tail, new family | Part 2

Pair: Auntie sully reader x Ruk'e mate x sully family x rotxo x spider

Warning: None, cute moments <3

Request: (Anon) Can I asked auntie Sully with her mate and hybrid baby? Along with spider in a sweet family moment together? (Anon) How would Rotxo be when Auntie Sully along with her mate and kids accepted him to be part of the family by giving him his own bow, as auntie Sully crafted for him with alot of love and care that her small hand craft with the help with her mate and Spider+baby sibling.

Note: I am going to adopt as many children as I can, because I can and I want to!!!! -auntie sully

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The arrival of your baby had been a miracle and a surprise for everyone. A human had given birth, a na'vi baby. Indeed, it was a perfectly healthy na'vi baby. It had the blue color that so distinguished the Omaticaya clan, and its beautiful blue stripes. And her luminous freckles on her little feet. She was a perfect baby, a beautiful na'vi baby. She was a blessing to the whole sully family. Jake was so excited to be an uncle for the first time, even neytiri couldn't hold back her tears when she hugged her for the first time. This was such an important event, this baby was a new opportunity for life. A mixture of two species.

Everyone could be excited, but not as excited as spider. The boy couldn't contain his joy at being a big brother. He dreamed of this, this was all he had ever asked for in his life and now he had his little sister in his arms. He couldn't ask for more from life. He had amazing parents and now they had given him a sister. He was holding his sister carefully, while playing with her little hands. The baby was much more small than the average na'vi baby, you were pretty sure she would be smaller than the average na'vi. But you didn't care, seeing your two children together made your heart fill with joy. But someone was missing…Rotxo.

Rotxo had been by your side, long before you got pregnant. The boy was so happy when he knew you were having a baby. Celebrating with spider, and the whole family. He even cared for you during your pregnancy, accompanying you through everything. He was your middle child…or so you thought. For you and for your mate. Rotxo was already part of your family. You had never mentioned it to him, but you thought it wasn't necessary. It's obvious, he was always with you. Spider referred to him as your brother and he practically lived with you in your marui. So now you feel a little worried.

After your labor, you spent some time resting in your marui. Ronal assisted with the baby's arrival. She took care of you, and left you ready for your healing process. She was surprised to see that the postpartum care was the same as that of a Na'vi woman. The only thing is that you had to rest longer. After a couple of hours you began to worry about the absence of rotxo. You knew he was out hunting with a group of young metkayina. For something like training, but they were supposed to return this morning. And you didn't know about him…he wouldn't want to miss his sister's arrival, would he?

"Ma ruk'e…have you seen rotxo?" you ask. You were lying on a kind of bed made of woven cloth, for your comfort. Ruk'e was holding the newborn baby, while spider was taking care of dinner. "Mmm no, now that you ask I don't know if the group of kids arrived" speaks your mate. You open your eyes wide. Lifting yourself up a bit with your elbows. " Ruk'e and if something happened to him?" you sound worried, that boy was practically your new son, and if something happened to him you were going to panic. Spider rushes over, trying to calm you.

"Mom…he's arrived. But he told me he wasn't sure if you wanted him to be here." spider speaks, lowering his head.

"And what did you tell him?" you ask. "I told him to come…that you wanted him to be with us…but he refused. He said this was a family thing" spider sounded a little sad.

How could Rotxo think something like that, after all this time. He was part of your little family too, even jake and neytiri had already accepted him as part of the sully family. The kids invited him everywhere, including him as part of the Sully family. Why did he feel that way about you…you had done something wrong?. You felt yourself getting nauseous and a pain in your chest began to feel.

You put your hand on your chest, your heart ached. "Love…calm down. You must not get like this, I will go find him and talk to him" says ruk'e. He didn't want you to be stressed, ronal was very clear about your care. You had to be in a calm environment. You decide to breathe and let everything calm down. You are sure that everything will work out. You had grown so fond of rotxo that you felt you owed him something.

The next day… ruk'e woke up earlier than the whole family. He hadn't been able to sleep anyway. The baby had cried many times during the night and in the early morning he was caring for her while you rested. Now as he was getting ready, he took a look at his new scenario. Y/N was holding her baby on her chest, asleep with her hair in a messy bun. She looked beautiful, while her oldest son, spider. He was curled up in his hammock, barely visible. But there was an empty hammock…and that was rotxo's. Someone was missing.

It didn't take long to find the group of guys…rotxo with a couple of friends. Some pretty nasty guys, who ruk'e knew were just taking advantage of his son. Because rotxo was too good for them. Ruk'e walks over carefully, watching as the group of metcayina boys walk away and laugh. Rotxo's eyes widen in surprise, trying not to make eye contact. "Hey…rotxo, son how are you?" says ruk'e casually, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder. Rotxo laughs a little, something like irony. Ruk'e is a bit shocked by this behavior. Rotxo has never been like this.

"Hey…Your little sister was born already and " ruk'e was about to continue talking when rotxo interrupts him.

"She's not my sister…spider's not my brother and you're not my parents. Stop pretending to care about me" rotxo speaks, wiping away with his arm some tears that had begun to build up in his eyes. Ruk'e steps closer and bends a little so that he is now at the boy's level. Rotxo felt that his presence was no longer needed.

"Who told you that?" asks ruk'e, watching as rotxo takes a look at the group of boys he was hanging out with earlier. "Those idiots don't know what they're talking about… do you know how much we need you back home?" ruk'e watches as rotxo looks up, he looked so helpless.

"Why don't you come with me… and meet your 'sister'… because she is your sister too" says ruk'e getting up to guide rotxo. He was still a bit shy, he felt that he was not part of the family anymore.

After a short walk, they both arrive at the marui. Rotxo enters worried, but excited. He was lying if he said he didn't want to meet the baby. He had waited all those months to meet her. When he walked in, he saw how Y/N was sitting, with spider sitting next to her. He watched as she looked up, and gave him a big smile. "My rotxo…come here" you speak, stretching out your arms. Rotxo runs quickly, and sits down next to you. Hugging you. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to" rotxo was crying, feeling ruk'e sit next to him, placing a hand on his back.

"No need to apologize…look" you lift the baby up, so rotxo can see him better. You can notice how his ears perk up and his tail begins to wag in excitement. The baby had its little eyes open, raising its hands to try to touch Rotxo. "Can I?" asks the boy, and you laugh and pull the baby closer so he can take it in his arms. The excitement he was feeling at this moment was something he had never felt before.

"Spider…hand me that bag over there" you speak, spider reaches for the bag and hands it to you. Everyone looks at you curiously. Watching as you pull something out of it. It was a bracelet, just like the one everyone in the sully family had. Including spider, ruk'e, jake, neytiri, your nephews…everyone. It was symbolic, it was a way of saying you were part of the family. You take it and show it to rotxo. The boy is a little surprised, feeling ruk'e take the baby from his arms.

"Come here, come closer" you speak, watching as rotxo obeys. Coming closer to you, bending a little. You take his hand and place the bracelet on him.

"I think it's formal now…don't you think so, son?" you speak, seeing how rotxo's eyes at no time leave you. His tears were starting to run down his cheeks. "It's official…. I told you that you were my brother!!!" says spider, hugging rotxo from behind. At that moment, you see how jake and neytiri enter the marui, accompanied by your nephews. They were all happy, and you could see how they were holding things to celebrate. Hugging Rotxo, welcoming him. You had told Jake about your plan, and he immediately accepted. "It's going to be a little celebration…but we'll make your welcome celebration" says Jake, hugging the boy. And ruk'e joins them.

You stand quietly, watching the whole scene. After so long…after everything, you finally had what you had longed for…a family.

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Saiyan: Hey, let me just drop this on you real quick. Mina had one last look at her internal diagnostics, just to be safe. Breathing normal, heartbeat back to acceptable levels, no hormonal glands going haywire on her... everything seemed alright, but medical checkups were always... hard, so she'd rather make sure.

"Ah, there you are!" She blinked, then looked down to meet the eyes of a certain blonde. "I was wondering where you went off to!"

"Oh, uh, hi Senpai!" She gave him a quick smile. "Did Midori send you or something?" He probably noticed her going off. Him or Inko-san. They have both been watching her like hawks ever since that... whole thing. Uh, the more recent one, that is.

"Not quite!" He replied to her smile with his own. "But someone DID want to talk to you!" He gestured further down where... oh. "I'll just leave you two to it!" With that, he left the room, leaving just her and Eri. The girl... didn't really say anything at first. Is... is she waiting for Mina to start? Or is she scared? She wouldn't blame her, somethi- someone like her going all out was... not the nicest thing to see. Mina shook her head, then crouched down. She made a few quick changes to her body as she did so, towering height decreasing and muscle melting away into something softer and cuddlier. "Hey there!" She smiled at her, tone quieter. "Did you want to see me?"

Eir blinked like she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. "...You came back."

"Well... you came to me, actually!"

"No, you- before, you promised you'd come back." She started trembling. "And after Overhaul made you go away, you came back from that, too."

"Well... yeah, I did! I promised, didn't I?" She... really shouldn't have let him get that hit, now that her head was a bit clearer. It's just... when she saw someone else who was just like Mas- like M- like... Ga... ra... ki... She couldn't think straight. "It's really hard to make me go away!" And, since it was somehow something she was worried about. "So, you better get used to me! 'Cause I'm not going anywhere!"

A white blur rushed into her, the impact barely registering. Mina froze, not... really sure what to do. After a while, she wrapped her hands around the smaller girl, using her tail to raise some of the white hair. "You have really pretty hair, you know that? How about we do something with it?" She didn't really know how to do stuff like this, but she figured Instant Expert would take care of that part. Eri didn't agree with words, but a small nod and her turning around was just as good. She started working, hands moving with muscle memory that wasn't there just a second ago. All the while, she curled her tail around the girl, turning the very tip of it into different things to distract her. After a while, she had an idea. It... will probably not work, but she might as well try. "Hey... can I ask you something?" She waited until the girl hummed in reply. "How many tiles did the ceiling have?" A gasp was enough to know she hit it on the head. With careful words, the smaller girl replied. "...Four tens. And five more." Mina hummed, her hands stopping for a moment. "...Mine had six tens." Counting them was the only thing she could do on that table. ...At least, after she figured out how to turn off her pain receptors...

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