#plus I always liked Evelyn

[demonsfate]

UPDATED AGAIN. added 2 songs... but also removed 2 songs! gasp! i removed evelyn evelyn (by evelyn evelyn lol) just because whilst the themes fit - the whole discomfort of having to share a body with somebody and trying to get along/compromise, but you really can't. but... other than that, there were some lyrics that were really unfitting to me. i could get into it, but i don't feel like it rn. then i removed "tear away" by drowning pool, because even though the first verse fit them two - the rest of the song is more accurately a dj song, and this is for songs that relate to their relationship and not just one or other individual.

as for 2 new songs, i added a set it off song and a from ashes to new song - as always with most new songs i added, they can be found at the bottom of the list. :')

i made them a spotify playlist. :')

[stardewvalleybut-i-draw]

Can u give me ur full thoughts on Alex? I feel like a lot of the shit he gets is unjustified. Yeah he says some sus things to the farmer (no matter what gender you are!) but that's only because he's horribly mislead. The man just doesn't know any better. I mean think about it. Abused and neglected, lacking good male role models, and he's got no friends in town except for maybe Haley and you know how she is. If she was told "you're probably not into sports" she'd say "ew no" because sports would get her all dirty.

I always saw him as just a loner-type guy who doesn't know how to talk to people. Spent too much time trying to develop his cringe ass macho man persona that he forgot to develop social skills. I don't think that makes him a bad person though. I could honestly talk for hours about how toxic masculinity is a monster that preys on young boys and eats them alive if they're not careful. But even with societal pressure being so intense, growth is possible. Alex is still a massive sweetie in my eyes. A big dumb doofus who loves his granny and wants to lift heavy things just to impress you.

I would love your thoughts though!!

#1 Alex fan anon ⚡️

Yeah. That's basically more or less my thoughts😅

It honestly depends on what you experience that can greatly color Alex's character

This might be one of my more controversial takes

(right next to being a Clint apologist💀)

but stick with me here-

If you grow up in a similar environment to most guys, you can understand why Alex is the way they are. It's not exactly easy to be soft or mindful when you have a harsh environment around you. Many guys end up coping with repressed thoughts and feelings in unique ways to soothe themselves. I think Alex's was sports. (Idk just a hunch) but it often leads to a lot of blind spots or misunderstandings of the world.

I've seen a lot of people like Alex and I've had a couple of friends in high school like that too! And I can tell you... yeah... it comes from SOMEWHERE, A lot of them ain't doing so great mentally.

Heck, I do that! Whenever I get uncomfortable with a situation or feelings I don't like, I make jokes to ease my brain. Releses a little serotonin ya know what I mean?

Not all coping mechanisms are bad tho, we kinda have our own form of bond and support that from the outside looks cold and uninviting but I promise you, we would die for our brothers. (plus the cold uninviting part is just a front)

"I know the homie told us to KYS over Roblox but he bought the group Freebirds during the gym session so it's all good!"/j

I can't say much from the other perspective but I would assume they would see Alex as a HUGE BIG RED flag and someone potentially dangerous or someone who brings back bad memories which is why he is dunked on so much. Even if they don't mean it, they have a higher chance of hurting people.

I don't think Alex is THAT type of character at all, I think he has good intentions but as you said "no social skills". I can see why others would interpret that way though.

It's funny that you mention how Alex doesn't have many female role models cuz... you have

Haley- Lazy and super not into dirt.

His mom- got sick and DIED.

Granny Evelyn- frail weak old woman who makes cookies and tends to flowers.

Those are not exactly SUPER GREAT examples of women who like sports.

Personally, I get why people say that playing a male farmer is better for Alex's story arc along with confronting George about the whole being gay thing but I think the female farmer has elements that I don't think are acknowledged much.

From my perspective anyway, I think a Fem farmer shows Alex a better example of women and what they can do VS grandma, dead mom, and Haley... along with learning boundaries and how better cope with repressed feelings and MAYBE-

-even address the fear of the farmer DYING of a sickness just like his mom or the intrusive thoughts of believing he'll end up like his father making him overprotective and paranoid about the farmers well being...

but you can ignore that...

Idk man, that's just the way I view it. You either like Alex or you don't :/

I ain't saying anyone's wrong to feel the way they do

[jess-the-vampire]

Sorry if someone already ased this, but how did Caleb find out about Philip loving to wear dresses? Like did he just see him in one at some point or did Philip tell him? Did he immediately support him or was he still in the believe that men shouldn't wear dresses or anything feminine for that matter?

well, if it was early on, he'd probably be more judgmental. But one of the plus sides to when he eventually dates evelyn, is she is constantly encouraging him to lose his original judgement of others he had been taught. Caleb grew up with the impression things had to work a certain way and that it was the best for him, even if he wasn't sure he agreed personally, and he always trusted it was right despite any personal thoughts.

But now he was dating a witch, he was seeing things through a new lenses, that what he was taught wasn't the truth as he always thought it.

I mean if he can do the same for her, he can do the same for everyone else right? It's slowly allowed caleb to be more and more open about things he was taught were bad and strange. In the boiling isles he would see gay couples and people of different genders far more often and the whole thing has made him a lot more normalized to it.

i mean he always knew philip was a little odd compared to other kids on earth, even as a kid, and he always protected him before, why would that change now?

so i think by the time he figures it out, he's become a lot less judgmental, in fact he's even HAPPY about it. Because he never could see philip doing this in the past, so the fact he's comfortable doing something he used to consider taboo makes caleb think he's also breaking from his original conditioning.

And caleb, who does feel guilt about participating in that conditioning, even if he never meant it to hurt his brother, would love to know philip is growing out of it.

now, as to how he found out, well, when philip left his cave and therefore caleb couldn't find him for awhile...he had run into his brother on a few occassions.

Philip wore disguises to blend in over time, and well, he tried women's garments, and at the time i think caleb assumed it was a disguise and nothing more....but when he eventually did find out about philip's new home many years later, he just....noticed he was wearing them naturally.

i think philip got less embarrassed about the idea of wearing them the older he got. What was once just something he was wearing to hide himself, was actually just becoming something he liked wearing..

[sepublic]

I hope King got to reclaim the bones of his siblings. After reclaiming his mother’s body from further exploitation and misrepresentation for power and genocide by Belos, it’d have been nice to see him do the same with the Titan Trappers’ gross misuse of his siblings’ bodies. The fact that King fell for the intended purpose of this misuse and almost died because of it…

Between the nightmare sequence and the Collector learning what death is, and the Titan Trappers being incapacitated by them? It’d have been really great to see King and the Collector clear the deal; That the ‘Grand Huntsman’ does not approve of Bill’s lies, and anyhow they will reclaim these remains by force if necessary.

Given the setup for Tarak and the other Trappers to realize Bill is a liar, plus their Grand Huntsman revealing they were misused in a similar way by Belos, whose reign they at least understood was faulty? I could see a shift in them renouncing these ways, esp since they never actually killed a Titan, we had Tarak’s guilt over having to sacrifice King, etc. It’s easy to advocate for the genocide of a dehumanized ‘evil’ race until you actually encounter one of them and realize, Oh! That’s a real person!

Tbh given the parallels between Bill and Belos? I can see Tarak, possibly the entire Titan Trapper community, being akin to Caleb; We already have Tarak’s previous bonding with King, which led to some hesitation! Dana confirmed Caleb and Evelyn initially met one another under the guise of Evelyn being human, so I wonder if Caleb had a similar moment to Tarak in EotW, where he was gung-ho about killing witches, realized this friend of his was a witch, hesitated… But unlike Tarak, didn’t go through with it and even defied the group.

Maybe Tarak eventually does this during the timeskip, at least for the practical reason of realizing Bill is a liar. Of course, Tarak still tried and King is a child to him, unlike peers Caleb and Evelyn; So I don’t expect King to forgive and accept Tarak as family the way Evelyn did Caleb. Who knows…

Regardless; The mother was laid to proper rest and no longer had her grave desecrated. Given King got closure and even revenge over that, it’d be wonderful to see him get the same for his siblings, since brotherhood with Luz is just as important as his parental figure in Eda, the two other main characters of the show! King already got back at Bill by destroying his teleportation gate, and with the Collector ‘collecting’ him and King not doing much to stop it? He could always go further…

Just, man; I have to mourn the siblings. We know the Titan at least, people revere her. But who were the siblings? Only King and his family will mourn them. What were they like? Were they like King with Eda, in their relationship with their biological mother? Were they artists, goofballs? Bill at least confirms similarities in being big tyrants with appetites who go WEH! How young were they when the Archivists and Trappers killed them, before their mother, in grief, had to escape? Did they cry out for their father, were they murdered in front of him?

It just really gets me man. One genocide may have been averted, but another has not been fully avenged or prevented with the Archivists still out there, and there was simply no room to address that with everything else. And King learned all of this, just when he actually began to consider the idea that he has other siblings he doesn’t know about, and begins to miss (and then mourn) them too…!

[smuttyfang]

Judy Alvarez, Jealousy

"for a considerably less depressing one shot, a spicy chapter where Judy is pissed/jealous when a client hires V just to seduce her."

Words: 861

"So, what's this job you wouldn't tell me about over the phone?" Judy crossed her arms, leaning against the window in her apartment like she always did. She was visibly a little upset, not even turning from the window to look at you as you came inside and sat down on her couch. You never hid any jobs from her for any reason. You practically told her everything. Partly not to worry her, and partly so she could help where she could, when her skills were needed.

"Okay, so.. I just wanted to tell you in person because I know you're going to be a little upset about this." Judy turned her head toward you, scowling. The evening sunlight shining through the window lit up her colored hair to an even more intense shade.

"Just tell me, babe." You could tell she was trying to not show how she felt. She always tried to hide it when she was jealous, but she did a poor job of it.

"A client hired me to seduce her." Judy's jaw fell open. The sun then fell on her tanned skin as she walked toward you. It was always hard to take your mind off of how beautiful she was.

"You cannot be serious!" She shook her head, putting her hands on her hips and looking to the floor.

"Listen, it's not what you think-" Judy huffed at you, shaking her head even more. She started to crinkle up her nose, like she always did when she was mad. She was too cute.

"How the hell is it not what I think?!" She walked to the table in front of her couch, picking up her coffee and taking a drink.

"You think I'd take a job that required me to have sex with someone?" Judy stopped her pacing and sighed. "You know better than that, Judy." Judy took a few deep breaths before coming to sit beside of you. She finished off her coffee and sat the empty cup down on the table.

"Okay so, then.. why? What's the reason?" The concern in her eyes was now clearly visible.

"The client wants to end her marriage. Seemingly having an affair. Giving him a big last middle finger." Leaning to her, you pressed your lips lightly to hers. She tasted like coffee. Pulling away, you rubbed her cheek with your thumb. Your touch calmed her.

"She could've hired a doll to do that. Easily. A lot of them do those types of jobs." She took your hand from her cheek and intertwined her fingers in yours.

"It's.. more complicated than that. She said her husband is also trigger happy. A little crazy. She wants me to play the part of her lover, shoot the husband dead. Run off before the police show up. She still gets all of his shit, no messy divorce." You remembered your earlier conversation with the client. "Judy, she seems terrified of him."

"How do you know she won't try to get you in trouble too?" She thought for a little while. "She could just be faking all of this to turn you in and get a reward."

"Job was set up by a fixer. They trust her. Plus, like I said.. poor woman is so scared of him. You know I can read people well, and there's no way she is faking this. She said she didn't think there was any other way out. Said she was sure he would kill her if she tried to leave." Judy nodded her head, looking to the floor. "She's trapped between a rock and a hard place."

"I know better than anyone else how fucking useless calling the cops is for any reason." Your mind went back to Evelyn for a moment, remembering how unhelpful and uncaring they were when Judy called after she found her.. well.. "Calling them is pointless." She spoke with complete and utter disgust.

"Yeah.." You cleared your throat, "So, I'm telling you in person so you can come with me and help me monitor the situation. Tell me when the husband comes home. Tell me where he is in the house so I can be prepared." Placing your hand on her thigh, you gave her a gentle rub. "And, so you don't worry. For any reason." She smiled.

"I.. I know you'd never.. I know better than that." She kissed you. A hint of a little passion behind it. "I know. I just get jealous when it comes to you."

"That's why I'm telling you. Also, it's so fucking adorable how you do." Judy rolled her eyes at you. She held your face in her hands, kissing you and letting her tongue tangle and dance with yours.

"Yeah, whatever.. Let's go so we can get this over with." She stood up, holding her hand out to you and helping you up from the couch. She pulled you into her, holding your body close to hers. "When we get back though, I want to remind you that I'm yours, and you're mine. No matter what." She winked while looking into your eyes before strutting confidently to the front door. "C'mon."

Original post on AO3 if you’d like to check out my other fics there instead ❤️.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

i would love to see you write a story on this <3

i’ve always had an idea of like a painter sugarboo, other than baking and selling their sweets they love to destress by painting, and one day they got an offering to make 2 large paintings for an art museum, so what did they was make 2 huge portraits of seth and alphonse without telling them and took them as a surprise to show them how they’ve become sugar’s muse.

Your beauty is captured for eternity.

Me trying to come up w paintings: ffuuucckkk Me trying to explain said paintings: fffuucckkk

Sugarboo felt excited to see their boy's reaction to seeing the painting's that they took up a challenge. It was about love, it could be either romantic or platonic as long as you draw a painting with love. Boo who loved their hobby so much decided to do it, even ended up winning because of how well they conveyed it.

"Boo, you gonna tell us what the challenge was about?" Curiously asking Alphonse looked at his partner. Who only gave a giggle at the question, they couldn't just tell them.

"Nope! That connects to what I made of the paintings!" Cryptic words made Al pout as he parked the car. Seth sighed as they finally got to the Art museum the suit he was wearing was kinda itchy.

"How long do we gotta be here? All these rich lookin' folks making me nervous..." Mumbling a bit Seth turned his head as he got out. There was a lot of rich people to see the paintings and other contestants that tried to win the prize.

Which was to get their paintings shown to the public. Along with a special spot in the area dedicated to paintings of love. And finally a $15,000 dollars for the grand prize, since the Art museum bought the paintings.

"Just long enough for everyone to see my painting. But to make it up to you, with the money were going to get I'll pay for dinner anywhere you want." Smiling, Boo giggled when both boys looked at them when Sugarboo said something about money. But before they could ask the director of the event saw the trio and rushed to them.

"You must be Mx. (Y/N) and their plus two, please come with me. My name is Evelyn and I'll be escorting you to the area where your art will be displayed." A sweet old lady with a bob said. The trio quickly followed after her and chatted on the way there. Evelyn told them how there were many people wanting to see who won the contest.

"They were surprised when the Art museum chose two instead of one. But the owner of the museum just could help but put the two you submitted together, the summary behind them touched his heart." Explaining Evelyn smiled at the men behind Boo. Alphonse opened hos mouth to say something but a man in a very expensive suit interrupted him.

"Ah! Is this the amazing artist responsible for me shedding tears?" Joking the old tanned man gave a smile, showing off his dimples. "But happy tears, the summary you submitted for both of them, was just so touching. You are an amazing artist." Complementing the man gently took Sugarboo's hand and smiled.

Alphonse and Seth couldn't help but smile hearing this, Boo was amazing. But they were curious on the summary the two paintings had to be stayed together than choosing one.

"Thank you! It was a honor to hear that you accepted them Mr. Gonzalez!" Excitedly saying Boo shook the man's hand. The director let go and looking at the boy's, snapped his finger's.

"You two are the ones in the painting, yes?" The question made the boys pause but then Mr. Gonzalez turned to Sugarboo, "Please, call me Mateo. Mr. Gonzalez was my father."

"Wait. That question earlier-" Alphonse, still caught on that earlier question was about to ask but the graying man clapped his hands. Causing multiple people to look at him, Mateo turned and with a snap of his finger's the lights turned off.

"Sugar, what did he say about us?" Whispering quietly, Seth was trying to understand what the old man meant. But Mateo had a spot light on him as he began a speech, so Seth quieted himself.

"As you all know, I love art. That's how I met my late wife. She was my muse, my inspiration, and the reason why I built this Art museum. So, in honor of her memory I made a challenge." Soft words spoke and everyone was on the edge of their seat. "I wanted any artist to paint paintings of someone they loved. Giving me a summary of why, they love that person so deeply. So passionately that they are the muse to the artist. No matter if it was platonic or romantic."

The tanned man gestured Sugarboo to come to him, smiling they walked to him slowly. Placing a well worn out hand, from years of creating art for and of his wife. Mateo showed Sugarboo off as he continued his speech.

"This artist, Mx. (Y/N) (L/N) submitted two paintings. Of their boy's, as they so lovingly call them. The painting's of both of them made me shed a tear. Thinking of my late wife, how I focused on only her when creating art for she was my muse. But, this artist had two muses." Explaining more, Mateo turned to the covered painting's. Nodding to Evelyn who gave the go ahead to one of the workers to drop the coverings.

The painting on the left was Alphonse, the pinkette was sitting across from the viewer. Looking softly at them, holding their hand on the counter. Behind Alphonse you could see a candy shop, all types of candies you could ever want. Looking like a candy land for you to get lost in, but Alphonse didn't look at that he only looked at the viewer with a soft smile.

the pastel punk looked at the painting in awe,quickly blinking so he could look at it longer. However Seth was focused on the painting on the right.

The second painting had Seth sitting on some type of chair, looking at the viewer. A wide smile with a challenging look in his eyes, while his outfit looked dirty from oil. Tools laying around on the floor as the motorcycle, beautifully detailed was in front of him. But the brunette only looked at the viewer, holding their hand as if asking them if they wanted a ride on the bike.

Seth felt a tear fall, shocked seeing him painted, with love? Now he realized why they didn't tell the two men the theme. Turning his head he saw Alphonse wiping a tear away, sniffing to try and not cause a scene. But both looked up at Sugarboo who was giving them a look they could only describe of just love.

"These paintings, the left is Alphonse and right is Seth. Both show them in their most comfortable space." Giving more context Mateo continued as Boo went to their boy's. "Alphonse, has a candy shop owned that was owned by his parents. (Y/N) has written that they see how hard he works, trying to keep it afloat. How he loves the candies he sells to anyone who wants them, even with all of that stress he always makes an effort to focus on (Y/N). The artist loves how he's so considerate of them, with this painting they showed us how he looks only at them."

Hugging them Alphonse buried his head in their shoulder, sniffing as Boo rubbed his back. But, Mateo continued with a smile seeing the two holding each other.

"Seth, who has had an interesting life. Has turned rugged, (Y/N) fondly told me how he was an asshole when first meeting. However, one getting to know him, they feel in love how protective he is of those he loves. The painting show's his Harley, which he loves dearly. Seth has always been a wildcard and (Y/N) loves his free spirit, shown as he has that look in his eyes. But even with his free spirit he always try's to include them, wanting to give them a wild ride. And that's what (Y/N) loves about him."

Turning to Sugarboo for confirmation, seeing the nod made him tear up even more as he got pulled into the hug. People awed a that and clapped for the trio, seeing the love they had for each other.

"Fuck. I love ya, you know?" Croaking out, Alphonse looked at Boo and kissed them. Smiling into the kiss, Boo gave back the love he was giving them. The turned to do the same with Seth who laughed holding them tight.

"And now you all now know why I couldn't just pick one of the painting's." Mateo looked at the crowd, "This trio, loves each other. The bond between them is strong, many things were thrown at them but they prevailed. With their love becoming stronger together."

"Sugar, I'm crying so hard over here, god dammit." Lightly scolding Seth rubbed at his eyes. Getting a laugh from Alphonse, making the brunette glared at him.

"Yeah Boo, thought this would be a fun experience. Now I'm sobbing in front of people." Pouting slightly, Alphonse leaned on Boo. Seth nodded and also leaned on the baker and artist.

"I'm sorry, I wanted this to be a surprise. I was so happy that your beauty was captured for eternity I didn't think you two would cry." Sheepishly saying, the two men chuckled as they heard that. Both couldn't help but feel happy, knowing that Sugarboo had them as their muses for this challenge of love.

There is a saying, 'When an artist falls in love with you, you never die.' You'll forever exist on lines, poetry, lyrics, paintings, and photos. You're immortal that way.

[holdmytesseract]

Royal Visitors

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N feat. baby Narfi & Ella

Summary: Odin and Frigga come to visit the newest member of the family - baby Narfi. But things don't always go by plan, right? Especially not, when Ella comes home with her uncle Scott in tow...

Warnings: fluff, fluff and even more fluff! slight thirst? 👀 baby things and a lot of humour! scott being a dork. 😂

Word Count: 4k

a/n: @fictive-sl0th asked me, if I would write this - and of course I couldn't say no. 🥰 So well... Here you go! I hope you, my wonderful friend and everyone else likes this! 🥰

I'd also like to dedicate this story to @smolvenger . I hope this little, funny fluff piece can conjure a smile on your face. 🫂

Baby Fever Crew: (Let's try 'em tags again! I hope it works! ☺️) @km-ffluv @lokisgoodgirl @eleniblue @vbecker10 @loz-3 @jennyggggrrr @lokisninerealms @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @lou12346789 @kimanne723 @coldnique @lady-rose-moon @acefeather2002 @aagn360 @mostclevermiss @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @chennqingg @anukulee @lokiforever

Peeps who I think might be interested in this as well: @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr @evelyn-kingsley ☺️

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"Babe, when are your parents going to be here again?" You asked your husband, while cradling the tiny boy you squeezed out of you a mere week ago in your arms; breastfeeding him. Loki turned to face you; stirring the cup of coffee in his hands. His hair was positively a mess. He was wearing nothing but black boxershorts and a matching black and very stained tank top. The dark shadows underneath his eyes were the result of the lack of sleep he suffered from the past days. Having a newborn again and a six-year-old wasn't easy for him, nor for you. Especially for him, though, because he made sure that you got as much rest as possible; still needing to recover from the not so easy-going birth.

"Umm..." Loki checked the time, "In about... two hours." and took a sip of his coffee. "Alright. I have to get ready then. Take a shower, put on fresh clothes... Probably even brush my teeth..." Loki gave you an incredulous look, before he made his way over to where you sat at the dining table; passing by the kitchen counter. "You can do that, my love, but first..." He reached for the dozed off baby in your arms, "You are going to take a much-needed nap. Unless I'll have to fear that you are going to pass out in the shower - which wouldn't be good." and took tiny Narfi - who had himself curled up in a fetal position, in his strong, muscular arms. "And I am going to look after this little man, yes?"

You blinked; tired brain trying to process his words. "But... But babe... You only just got up from a nap, because Narfi woke you... You need rest, too. After all, you watched him almost the whole night and morning. Plus, you helped Ella getting ready for primary school. I can't ask you to look after him again, while I-" The god had heard enough and successfully shut you up with his lips on yours; kissing you gently. "Darling... This goes without saying. Of course, I am doing this for you. I'm your husband. We are partners. A team... And this little prince here is my son as well. Not just yours. I am his father and I have the responsibility to look after him as well - just like you. But the decisive and important difference is, that you carried him for over six months within your womb; keeping him safe and sound. You birthed him - which was very difficult, nerve-wracking and exhausting. You deserve and need the rest. I can see when the mother of my children needs a break - and I'll not let it happen that you pass out because of exhaustion. So please... Take a nap."

You were stunned. Utterly touched by Loki's words.

Blue eyes looked deeply into yours, while he shifted Narfi, so that he could intertwine a hand with yours. "Please." He added; gently squeezing your hand.

You felt how your emotions got stuck in your throat; eyes becoming teary. "Oh Lokes, I... I don't know what to say, I..." You stood up; moving to wrap both your arms around his waist. "Thank you, baby. I love you so much. You are the best. I couldn't have wished for a better husband and father." The god smiled; kissing you once more. "I love you, too, my goddess. And now off with you. I want to see that pretty ass in our bed now. Get some rest."

While you laid down and slept in only after a few minutes. Sleeping like a log; Loki took care of the newest addition to his family. He carried Narfi around a little longer, to make sure that he stayed asleep, before he laid him down in the crib - which stood inside your shared bedroom. Then he went to the living room and decided to help you out a little more; folding some laundry. Mostly onesies, rompers, bibs and burp cloths. Unfortunately, it was a very... Let's say tiring task, and so the god slept in as well; cuddling the onesie he was about to fold. The cup of coffee he had consumed was not helping him to stay awake; failing - and perhaps it wasn't the best idea of him to cover himself up with a soft, warm and inviting blanket. Therefore, that nobody was awake now and watched the time, two hours flew by within the blink of an eye and it came how it had to come...

The Bifrost opened up in the middle of the living room with a rather loud 'wooosh' - but it didn't bother all sleeping members of the family at all. Everybody was way too tired to care. Even Narfi slept through it.

Odin and Frigga appeared; standing now where the rainbow light once was. They both noticed immediately that it was awfully quiet. No Ella who came running excitedly up to them... No you, who greeted them warmly, nor their son. Not even the coos and cries of a newborn could be heard. Nothing. Just entire silence.

The couple exchanged a look. "No welcoming committee?" Asked the Allfather almost sceptically. "You did tell our son that we would come at this time of the day?" Frigga nodded, "I did, dear." and finally started to look around. It didn't take long for her to find her son - deep asleep on the sofa; snugly wrapped up in a blanket. She smiled, "But perhaps they were victims of a higher power." and tapped her husband's arm gently; making him see. He huffed. "What are we going to do now?" "Let them rest and come back later." Odin shook his head. "Dear wife... As you should know, I am a king. I have a kingdom to rule and duties to follow. I don't have the time - unfortunately," stated the king and approached the sleeping Loki.

"Son. Wake up." No reaction. Odin cleared his throat and raised his voice. "Loki!" It helped. The god ripped his eyes open and literally jumped up. "Yes, Sir, I'm awake, Sir!" He almost shouted; blanket falling around his ankles and the onesie hanging messily over his shoulder - just like his hair. Again. Loki was definitely completely out of it; caused by Odin, who ripped him so 'harshly' and sudden out of his deep slumber.

While Frigga placed a hand over her mouth to stop herself from giggling like a maid, who had heard the newest gossip, Odin was rather shocked at his son's messy appearance. Sure, he had a newborn child, but where was his royal behaviour? "Son..." The Allfather started, shaking his head. "What in the nine realms are you wearing?" Loki blinked; was still trying to properly wake up and looked down himself; seeing the stains on his top - which undoubtedly came from Narfi, and that he was basically just in underwear. Oh.

Swallowing hard, he quickly scrambled to get away from the sofa - and the blanket, and snapped his fingers; letting his seidr correct his outfit. "A-Apologies, father, I-" Frigga lifted a hand and placed it on the now black shirt clad chest of Loki; interrupting him. "Don't be, my dear. We understand." She gave him a heartwarming smile, which calmed the god down. "Thank you, mother." Frigga nodded and cupped his cheek for a moment, before she let go.

"Where is your wife and daughter?" Odin questioned Loki then, looking around. "Oh, um, Ella is out with her uncle Scott. He shows her around his father-in-law's superhero suit laboratory and Y/N is sleeping. She's been very exhausted." Loki had no other words to describe his father what his daughter was doing. How should he explain this? The Pym particles? That they were able to shrink you or grow you to the size of Asgard's palace? Right… He couldn't.

Odin frowned; was visibly confused. "What by the holy roots of Yggdrasil…?" Yeah… Exactly, Loki thought. "It's science, father. That's a complicated Midgardian thing." Frigga again just giggled, while Odin huffed, "Such foolery. I'll never understand those Midgardians." and shook his head. "Now, may we move on to the reason why your mother and I made our way here? We wish to see our newest grandchild, don't we?" The Allmother rolled subtly her eyes at her husband's behaviour, but nodded; giving her son a smile.

You and Loki hadn't told his parents yet if you were having a boy or a girl. Both, you and him agreed to keep it a secret and surprise them. Actually, you wanted to do it together, but when Loki saw you sleeping so peacefully and soundly; wrapped up in your oversized cuddle blanket, he didn't have the heart to wake you up. So, Loki tiptoed over to the little crib and slid both his big hands underneath the small body of his son, in order to lift him up in his arms. Narfi stirred; scrunched his little face. "No, no, no, don't wake up, little prince," Loki whispered; rocking him gently. "It's all good. Daddy just wants you to meet your grandparents. They are beyond excited to meet you." The god continued to whisper to the infant, while he carried him towards the living room.

"Mother, father..." He announced his return with a smile. "It is an utmost pleasure for me to introduce you to your sweet, little grandson - Narfi." Frigga gasped as she laid eyes upon the baby; eyes starting to get clouded by tears. She was visibly happy.

While the Allmother gasped and tried to hold back her tears of happiness, Odin let out a loud, uh, shriek of happiness. It almost sounded like a battle cry; causing both Loki and Frigga to flinch. "A boy! A boy! Finally another man in the family! An heir to the throne! A new ki-" The Allfather cut off his own sentence, as he saw the bombastic side eye his wife was giving him. She was clearly not amused by his reaction. Odin cleared his throat; giving his son, who was looking quite a bit confused at him a nod, before he reached out a hand and clapped him forcefully on the shoulder. "I-I meant great, my son. Producing such strong and healthy children."

Loki - and Frigga were both still not quite convinced by his choice of words, but either way, Loki knew that his father was happy. That he was proud of him and his kids - and that made the god smile. "Would one of you like to hold him?" At this question, Odin got surprisingly excited. "I definitely wish to hold my grandson! May I?" Loki blinked; smiling, "Of course, father." and handed Narfi carefully over. The king looked down at the newborn; the softest of smiles twitching at the corners of his mouth. "He's a broth of a man, son. But why is he still in his Jotun form?" "Oh, uh, he just hasn't learned to shapeshift yet. Ella could do it immediately, but Narfi's got more of my Frost Giant genes and needs a bit more time to learn," the god tried to explain.  "Ah, I see."

"Shall we have a seat?" Loki continued; gesturing towards the sofa. Both royals took the offer and sat down. Odin handed Narfi then over to his wife. "He is truly a wonderful, sweet little boy, my dear. You can be proud." Loki smiled; eyes fixated on the still sleeping infant. "I am, mother, I am - but I am even more proud of Y/N. The pregnancy, all that happened while she was pregnant and the birth itself were anything but easy and she did so great; worked so hard to bring him into this world." Frigga - and even Odin nodded; agreeing. "Indeed she is, Loki. Without a doubt one of the strongest women I know."

You had been asleep for a good while now, but your motherly instincts had tickled you awake. A sleepy gaze on the alarm clock, standing on your bedside table told you, that you had slept for almost three hours now. Three hours and Narfi didn't wake me once? You thought; felt the said motherly instincts kicking in.

Rubbing the remaining sleep from your eyes, you yawned and got quickly up; walking over to the crib - only to see that it was empty. A wave of panic and fear rolled over you, until your hazy brain told you, that Loki was with your baby; causing immediate relief to wash over you.

Making your way to the bathroom then; you heard voices coming from down the hall - and suddenly you remembered. Odin and Frigga wanted to visit you! And you slept through it. Shit. Quickly closing the door behind yourself, you took a pee and tried to make yourself look a bit more... presentable. We spoke about the king and queen of Asgard... They were royalty. After checking yourself in the mirror, you decided to join 'the party.'

The first thing you saw when you stepped inside the living room, were three adults, who had their gazes fixated on little Narfi; laying in his grandmother's arms. He was awake; cooing and gurgling - definitely being the main attraction and superstar.

You smiled; stepping closer. "Seems like the little prince met his grandparents already." At the sound of your voice, every head turned to face you. Loki was, of course, the first to react. He got up and walked over to you; gently placing both his hands on your hips. "Darling. As I can see, sleep has released you from its powerful clasp?" You nodded; smiling softly at all the love and affection Loki gave you in this moment - despite his parents presence.

"And as I can see, have the king and queen already met our little prince," you replied; standing on tiptoes and gazing over your husband's shoulder. "Indeed, darling. Apologies. I meant to wait for you, but you slept so peacefully... I didn't want to wake you." "It's okay, babe." You reassured him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, before you stepped past him - out of his embrace and approached your son, Odin and Frigga.

The Allmother handed Narfi quickly over again to her husband and stood up; opening her arms. "Y/N, my dear," she said, pulling you into a hug. Frigga was - without a doubt, one of the sweetest and kindest souls you knew. "How are you feeling? I hope you could recover a bit?" You smiled; hugging her back. "I could, yes, thank you. I still feel tired, but it's way better." "Oh, that is very reassuring to hear."

You then greeted Odin as well, who was very enthralled with your little baby boy - just like everyone. You sat down on the sofa then - in between Loki's legs; leaning against his chest, with his arms loosely wrapped around you. Narfi quite enjoyed all the attention he got. Just like being held and carried the whole time, so it was no wonder that he slept in soon again.

After a little while, 'the party' got even bigger... Scott returned Ella back home - and of course she had asked him to visit her little brother as well, to which Scott couldn't say no. And perhaps Ella forgot, that her grandparents were on a visit already...

She gently opened the main door, having learned that she must be quiet in case Narfi was sleeping and tiptoed inside the apartment. Loki had practically enchanted the door knob, so that Ella could make her way inside her home without knocking or taking a key with her. She was already a big girl, but watching over an important key was perhaps a too big task yet. So, whenever she wanted to go back inside, the doorknob turned into a doorhandle for her.

"Come on, uncle Scott!" Ella quietly, but excitedly called out; holding the door open. Scott grinned at her and sneaked inside; walking on his tiptoes. After Ella had closed the door again, they both sneaked down the hall - like agents, on their way to find her parents and brother. "I hear voices, Agent Ella. I think your brother might be awake." The little girl had to suppress her giggles. "I think that too, Mr. Ant-Man. It comes from the living room, so we should go there." "Alright. Lead the way, Agent."

Getting closer, the hushed voices got clearer - and suddenly Ella realised. "Ohh..." "What is it, Agent Ella? Have you been hit?! Is there an enemy close?!" Once again, she had to suppress her giggles. "Nooo, Mr. Ant-Man. But my grandparents are here. I could hear grandma Frigga talking." Scott's eyes widened. "Ohh... So you've got very royal visitors today?" "Uh.Huh. But that's okay. I'll take you to see Narfi anyways. Let's go, uncle Sc- I-I mean, Mr. Ant-Man."

Together, they reached the living room. Ella peeked around the door frame first; analysing the situation. She saw how Narfi was laying in Frigga's arms, while she fed him a bottle. Odin sat beside her - just like you and Loki. "Mr. Ant-Man, we're clear!" Ella turned and whispered to Scott, "All right, Agent." before she peeked around the corner again. "Hi mommy, hi daddy, hi grandma Frigga and grandpa Odin!" The little girl chimed happily, causing everyone to look at her with a smile. Scott, being the dorky and funny guy he was mimicked Ella. He peeked around the corner above her, smiling as well. "Hi Y/N, hi Loki, hi Ella's grandparen- I-I mean greetings, your majesties!"

Ella giggled like mad at her uncle Scott's funny behaviour. She adored him - without a doubt. You had to suppress a giggle as well, while Loki rolled his eyes. And Odin and Frigga? Well, they were quite a bit taken by surprise and confused. After all, they didn't have a single clue who Scott was...

"Hi princess, hi Scottie!" You answered, giving them an amused smile. "Laing, what are you doing here?" Asked your husband, visibly annoyed by the friendly Avenger. Scott wanted to answer, but Ella was the one who did. "He brought me home, daddy, from our expo- No, uh... Expola- Exploration!" "Exploration? That sounds quite exciting, if I may say so," chimed in Frigga, while she still fed the bottle to Narfi. "What did you explore, sweetie?" You asked. Scott didn't tell you what exactly he wanted to show Ella. Just that he was going to take her to Hank's laboratory - and you trusted your friend, of course. After all, he was a father, too.

Ella smiled, grabbed Scott by the hand and pulled him after her inside the living room. "He showed me his friends!" "His friends?" Questioned the Allmother. Loki, though, had already a guess. "Oh norns..." He whispered under his breath. "Uh.Huh!" The little girl let go of Scott's hand again, in order to greet everybody. Hugging you, Frigga and even her grandfather; pressing a smacking kiss on Narfi's tiny, chubby cheek and lastly running into her father's arms. It was the hug that lasted the longest - and everyone understood, because all knew that Ella was a daddy's girl. It hadn't changed and probably never would.

"He showed me his ants!" She announced proudly and happily then, causing Odin's eyes to widen. "Ants?! That mortal showed you ants?!" "Yes, grandpa Odin. Scott has sooo many of them and they are so cute and friendly!" The girl explained; totally ignoring Odin's confusion and aversion. "That is ridiculous," the Allfather whispered under his breath, while Ella talked away; earning another side eye from his wife.

"Well, that sounds amazing, sweetie!" You said, giving your daughter a good feeling - and Scott, too. "Scottie, would you like to sit down, have a cuppa coffee?" You then offered; smiling. Loki wasn't amused, what his eyes told you immediately, but you didn't care. Scott was your friend - and definitely Ella's friend. The man with short black-brown hair smiled, nodding. "I'd love to!" "Great! On my w-" You wanted to stand up, to get Scott that cup of coffee, when Loki leapfrogged you. "I'll get our favourite insect a cup of coffee, love." You blinked; were a bit surprised, but nodded. "Alright, babe, thanks."

While Loki was away, you decided to put Narfi down and lay him inside his crib, since he got quite a bit whiny and fractious. After all, there were suddenly a whole lot of people here, directing all their attention on him... Perhaps it became a little too much for the newborn now. So, you took Narfi in your arms and carried him back into yours and Loki's bedroom.

When Loki and you were away, Ella pulled Scott over to the sofa; making him sit down between her and Odin - and the Avenger was visibly excited about this. After all, he sat beside a king! A real king! An excited, hyped grin was painted on his face, as he slid closer towards the Allfather. "So, uh, Mr. Odin - your majesty, Sir..." Odin turned his head slowly; facing him, but he was definitely not quite as amused as Scott was. "How is it to be a king? It must be so freaking awesome and- Oh ma gosh... Is that gold?" He saw the buttons who kept his robe attached to his tunic. Odin wasn't wearing his armour today, since he was on this family trip, but nevertheless was he dressed royally. "Real gold??" Odin nodded; confirming Scott's assumption. "Wooow... And... And that robe..." The black-brown haired man continued; grabbing a fistful of the king's red robe. "What awesome kind of fabric is that? Some kind of cotton mix? It isn't polyester, is it??"

Odin wasn't very pleased about a mere Midgardian touching his robe. "No, it certainly isn't." He hissed and gave it a tug, to pull the fabric straight out of Scott's hands. "It is fine Asgardian silk." Scott's eyes widened and he smiled even brighter; absolutely not caring that the Allfather didn't like what he was doing. "Wow! That's so cool, I swear!"

While Odin became more and more annoyed with every passing minute; Frigga and Ella were having a hard time to suppress their giggles.

Later on, when your guests had left and Narfi was fed, you decided to take a bath, in order to relax a bit. Loki let you, of course; was more than happy that you took time for yourself to relax.

Now the god was laying on the sofa, wrapped up in a soft blanket with Narfi sleeping on his bare chest, as Ella made her way inside the living room. She was already dressed in her pyjamas; ready for bed. Loki saw her tiptoeing inside the room and smiled. "Hey there princess," he whispered; already shifting a bit. He knew what was coming and therefore lifted the blanket. Ella smiled her brightest smile, causing the proud dad's heart to skip a beat. She hopped on the sofa, crawled underneath the blanket and cuddled close to her father and brother. There needed no words to be exchanged. Just love. Loki wrapped his free arm around his daughter and dipped his head to press a lingering kiss on her head.

The three of them just laid there and enjoyed the cuddles. No words were spoken, until Ella decided to change it.

"Daddy?" "Yes, princess?" "Can I visit uncle Scott sometime again?" Loki smiled. He and Laing probably weren't best friends, but Ella adored him, so why denying her that? "Of course you can, Ella." "Really?" She quipped excitedly; blue eyes shining. "Really." "Yay!" Loki chuckled; the vibration of his chest causing Narfi to whine subtly - and Loki stopped immediately. "Apologies, little prince."

The conversation died down then, until Ella spoke up once more.

"Daddy?" The god hummed in response. "I invited uncle Scott to come to Asgard with us." Loki blinked; was quite a bit shocked. "You... You... What? Why?" "Because he wants to have a robe like grandpa Odin has." Loki grimaced; not amused by this idea. Oh norns...

[wombywoo]

14, 18, 20, 21 for Quinn and Vincent

thanks for asking <33

14. Who was your OC's first love? How do they remember that person now?

For Quinn, it's probably his best mate Danny. They met early on in Quinn's service, Danny being transferred to whatever unit he was in at the time (idk how the military works yet, sue me). Prior to that, he'd had 'flings' with guys before (usually older men :/) so he didn't really have much concept of romance, or even friendship. But meeting Danny seemed to strike both for him. They hit it off right away because they're both from Sheffield, and sort of just developed a natural camaraderie. So yeah...Quinn grew closer to him as a friend and kind of...interpreted that as 'love', or whatever he assumed the feeling was supposed to be. After pining for a while, the two finally addressed Quinn's feelings after he regretfully attempted to kiss him. It hurt to know that Danny didn't feel the same, but he still cares about him deeply, and they've been able to remain best friends since. Danny's got a serious girlfriend now, plus he's discharged, so Quinn feels like this might be their time to naturally drift apart. There's still an effort to remain...something though...

For Vincent, he developed a crush on his piano teacher, Evelyn, as a young boy. She was a few years older, a teenager hired to give him rudimentary lessons, but Vincent was smitten from the start, which probably helped bolster his talent for piano. It was an innocent boyhood crush at the time; Vincent was prepubescent and impressionable, and Evelyn was a beautiful young black woman, something he cherished because he didn't often see others who looked like him or his mother. After he went away to school, he did miss her often. He kind of developed this fantasy about her, and led himself to believe that this was the type of woman he might marry someday. As he grew older and returned home eventually, he did try to seek her out a few times. They had a flirtatious sort of rapport for a while, but eventually, Evelyn became engaged to a musician, and they just... drifted apart. Vincent still recalls her fondly, and anytime he sits down at a piano, he remembers her strict lessons

18. If your OC were to return to their childhood home now, what would that look like? How would they feel?

Quinn still frequents his childhood home, whenever his dad can actually convince him to stop by. It's...strange for him. The house is practically the same; same layout, same furniture, same pictures on the wall. A lot of things changed for them as a family, and for Quinn personally, so it feels...wrong that the house would remain untouched. But he tries to suppress that weird sense of misshapen nostalgia whenever he visits, if only to pretend to his father that it doesn't make his skin crawl to be there.

I think I mentioned previously that Vincent's old home is probably some overpriced airbnb now. I've contemplated a little scene of him taking Quinn there eventually, under the pretense of the two of them getting away for the weekend. Quinn would probably remark about how posh and over the top the place is, oblivious to the fact that Vincent is taking in every single detail--the chip in the banister where he used to slide down as a boy, the window fixtures with new glass, wood floors restained, the original wallpaper still in the upstairs guest bathroom. It's...painful in a way, but he aims to replace the distortion of his memory with something more...romantic. Quinn likes the fireplace in the bedroom. They both like the big four-poster bed. Vincent tells Quinn later there's a lewd drawing under one of the floorboards and they both spend thirty minutes trying to see if it's still there.

20. What were the most idyllic years of your OC's childhood? Does your OC miss those days?

I think being a young child is always going to be someone's idyllic years. For Quinn especially, that felt like the only time he was carefree. Everything prior to being ten has been classified in his mind as the 'good times', a sort of 'before' period before things rapidly went downhill. So yeah..he does miss those days. But they feel like they happened to a different man, a different boy

Vincent tries not to romanticize the past (difficult for a man who's been through so many transformative eras) He does recall the days of his youth as some of his best, those rare times when his mother and father appeared happy together. Similarly to Quinn, he often feels like he's recalling someone else's childhood

21. If your OC could speak to their childhood self, what would they say?

Ooof, kind of tough. Quinn wouldn't really have much to say to his childhood self, more of a warning; just a general 'look at me, do I look like an ok adult?' self-deprecating realization. I think he'd stick with something cautionary, like 'grow up and don't look back'.

For Vincent, it'd be more of an inspirational type of quote, maybe a joke or two. Something to get the kid-version of himself to crack a cheeky smile to remind him that--yeah, he's still happy. He still has that bright place in his chest even despite its current lack of heartbeat :'D

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Daddy’s girl

Request: hi! I was wondering whether you could do something with Harry as a dad? Something just really cute? Thank you!

Dad!harry x fem!reader

Trigger warnings: none

“Evelyn baby!” Your voice rang out as you crouched down to welcome your daughter into your arms, you had the duty of picking Evelyn up because Harry had to do a photoshoot but you didn’t mind at all. Harry was your husband of four years and you absolutely adored him. You loved him because he was himself, not just for his looks… for his personality, his kindness, his love, his vulnerability but especially for the love he had for your daughter. The moment she was born they were attached at the hip practically, he was always holding her, most of the time after you had gotten out of the hospital he held Evelyn in his arms saying his only priority was for you to get rest and that he would look after her and he did. Harry was very big on “skin to skin” contact and so often when Evelyn was a newborn held the small girl on his bare chest just so she could feel safe and at home with him. His interactions with her were simply the biggest reason why you absolutely adored him. “Mama!” Her small voice said excitedly as she wrapped her arms around you gripping onto you tightly, she was 5 years old and had finally settled in to her pre-school that she struggled in because she was shy and struggled with making friends but soon realised her peers there simply wanted to be her friend.

“Did you have a good day?” You asked smiling down at her, her head nodding furiously “Uhuh! We made Easter hats!” She exclaimed excitedly with a grin and you smiled pressing a kiss to her forehead “that’s great sweetheart,” you said happily before lifting her up into your arms carrying her back to your car “daddy?” She soon asked and you smiled “daddy’s having a photoshoot. But we’re gonna go see him okay?” You said smiling at her her smile growing at your words “cheese! Daddy’s saying cheese?” She asked and you chuckled gently, you and Harry had taught her that when you got your pictures taken you had to say cheese and it simply stuck with Evelyn and she couldn’t quite pronounce photo or photoshoot so whenever she wanted a picture taken of her or if she wanted to take a picture of you and Harry she often just yelled ‘cheese’ even in the most strangest of places which got a lot of strange stares but in reality it was just adorable.

You put Evelyn in her booster seat as you made sure she was strapped in before you strapped the seatbelt around her, kissing her cheek “wanna see daddy!” She shouted and you gently shushed her “inside voice please honey, we’re going to see him now.” You assured before closing the door quietly, the toddler starting to play with her sensory toys which often helped to keep her quiet and distract her on long car journeys but she sometimes also played with them when bored or nervous. You got into the car as you immediately began driving to the studio where Harry was having his photoshoot. He not only needed some new album covers but he also had other things coming up too so wanted some good photos to use, plus his Instagram profile picture was looking a tad bit boring and he wanted to brighten it up more.

Soon enough you arrived at the studio and you quickly got Evelyn out of the car as you slowly made your way into the studio, you heard Harry’s voice instantly and so did Evelyn a soft squeal leaving her lips as she kicked her legs slightly to be put down “okay careful baby” you said before setting her down onto the floor as you followed after her. Harry’s outfit was beautiful, he literally looked like a god. Jesus Christ were you obsessed with how he looked. He looked so pretty. As his eyes landed on you he smiled at you Evelyn’s screams of excitement being heard as Harry smirked softly “oh I wonder who that is… can anyone else hear that?” He asked the photographer continuing to take pictures of him as he had asked prior to you arriving, he wanted the camera to picture him as himself. “Daddy! Daddy!” Evelyn shouted excitedly her small hands gripping at his jeans lightly tugging at the material and he looked down, gasping as if he hadn’t seen her “oh my goodness… is this my princess? Princess Evelyn!” He lifted her up into his arms her giggles getting louder as she smiled at him her small hand resting on his cheek and in that moment you couldn’t help yourself as you took a quick picture of the two, your heart instantly melting “I missed you dada” she said her hand remaining on Harry’s cheek and he smiled pressing a kiss to her forehead “i missed you too honey…” he held her close before turning himself and her towards the camera “say cheese baby” he said and so she did, “cheeseeee!” She exclaimed the flash from the camera lighting both Harry and Evelyn’s eyes up and you watched the interaction your heart continuing to melt as you beamed happily. You then looked down to your phone as you immediately put a picture of the two up on your Instagram, both Harry and your daughter were your biggest inspiration and most important thing in your life so your Instagram was full of pictures of them, you had grown quite the following too but that didn’t matter to you. All that mattered to you was Harry and Evelyn.

Evelyn soon began running around the studio, being chased by Harry as you watched a soft smile on your lips and once Harry had made a full circle round he appeared beside you again his arms wrapping around your waist “mm.. hello.” He spoke pressing a kiss to your cheek and you smiled running your fingers through his hair gently “hi… I think she missed you more than I did.” You teased and he glared at you playfully “I’m kidding.. I missed you tons.” You said holding onto him tightly, Evelyn constantly tapping Harry’s leg but he didn’t mind his attention soon turning to her “yes miss Evelyn?” He asked and that set the girl off in fits of giggles “chase me daddy!” She giggled out again and Harry glanced at you begging you to help and you laughed out “guess this’ll help me get my stamina back before tour” he chuckled out before chasing Evelyn around, purposely going slowly so she could win her squeals being music to both your and Harry’s ears. You knew Evelyn would miss Harry when he went away on tour and so that’s why you and him were trying to figure out a plan to be able to bring Evelyn along on tour with him, maybe you too.

“Mama!” The small child exclaimed “save me!!” She yelled and you laughed out as she hid behind your legs “I’ve got you… but who knows… maybe I’m on daddy’s side!” You yelled dramatically, the room being chaotic but fun as you lifted her up into your arms spinning her around as she screamed out happily before you held her back to your chest Harry slowly walking towards her like a predator awaiting to pounce on its prey and you laughed out as she kicked her legs “daddy no!!” She yelled but before she could do anything he had began to tickle her relentlessly, before lifting her T-shirt up as he began blowing raspberries into her tummy purposely making a farting noise as she squealed, laughing louder, Harry soon stopping just so he could wrap his arms around you gripping onto you tightly as Evelyn wrapped her arms around his neck, being smushed in between the two of you as Harry looked into your eyes lovingly “love you both so so much… my two favourite girls in the whole entire world. My loves.” He said softly before pressing a kiss to your forehead and a kiss to Evelyn’s forehead his words nothing but the truth as he smiled, a photo being taken of the three of you cuddled together and Harry used that specific photo of him and his girls together as his new Instagram photo. The world knew him and his Instagram… but he wanted the world to know that his world was his two girls… y/n and Evelyn.

[stcverogers]

TOP GUN FIC RECS 6!

top gun fics that i’ve been reading and obsessing with over recently

this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.

F: fluff A: angst S: smut

𖥻 - series /multi part

masterlist

JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

F + A: jake seresin and the unfortunate hat situation by @sehnsuchts-trunken it's your first time in texas and you don't understand what the big fuss about hats is about.

F: never grow up by @andorskenobi you've fallen ill and the seresin boys play doctor.

F + A: signed away by @seresinhangmanjake at 19 years old, the last thing you want is to marry someone you don't love. however, a contract is a contract and you must see it through.

F: 7 years by @flaming-tgmcu jake's known you since he was 7 and he's loved you ever since.

F + S: birds away by @wombtotombx 𖥻 everyone who knew you and jake growing up were convinced that you'd end up together. you were perfect for one another. yet life and the navy had other plans.

F: tiktok troubles by @ultralightpoe jake misses date night and to get back at him, you pull tiktok pranks when he least suspects it.

F: sweet as candy by @halsteadsbradshaw with a callsign like haribo, it's no wonder you have a sweet tooth. jake knows this and this is the 4 times he brings you candy.

F + A: you again by @ereardon you're back in jake's life and he's determined not to let you go again.

F + A: bad habit by @seasonsbloom 𖥻 hangman was cocky. a complete asshole. you hated him, that was for sure.

F + A: glue song + part 2 + part 3 by @waklman the coffee you make isn't why jake is friends with you, though it is a good plus.

A: move on by @starlightstories jake left you hurt years ago and you've long moved on. it was time that he did too.

F + A: rule number one + rule number two by @ultralightpoe when you first met jake, he made the rule to not fall in love with him. you break it and he breaks you heart in the process.

F + A: nothing else matters by @sunnysidevans despite not being her biological father, jake had helped you raise evelyn ever since you found out you were pregnant with her.

F: dad jake blurb by @stargazing15

F + A: left at the alter by @tip-top-cloud-surfer 𖥻 you get left at the alter by your jerk of a fiance. luckily, jake is there for you, just like when you were younger.

F: the beanery by @callsign-peach when jake keeps coming into work with fancy thermos coffee every morning, his colleagues get jealous and want in on the nice roast too.

F + A: tell them by @sarahsmi13s 𖥻 jake's nearly loses his eldest son to a car accident and decides it is finally time to share his family with his work one.

F + A: i had to let go of you just to get a hold of myself by @gennyanydots 𖥻 jake thought that leaving everything behind would make it easier. instead he feels alone, his life consisting of nothing but his job that consumes him.

F: a little bit easier by @sunlitsunflowers jake is there to comfort you when you start to feel overwhelmed at the hard deck

F: marry that girl by @books-are-escapes jake always knew that you were the one he would marry and he finally made it happen

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

F: baby, i'm yours by @almightyellie you're completely blind to bradley's very obious affections for you.

F: to the moon and back by @katsu28 a very special valentine's day for you and bradley

F + A: i will always love you by @amysteryspot with his parents gone and the closest thing he knew to love away, bradley wasn't expecting anyone to tap him out.

F + A: fawn by @sappy-seresin you've garnered rooster's interest working at the hard deck. your skittish behaviour leaves him worried and curious.

F: wedding day by @tip-top-cloud-surfer it's bradley's wedding day and he's brought to tears from seeing his bride

S: (christmas) baby please come home by @gretagerwigsmuse if bradley broke your agreement of only one gift each, surely he wouldn't mind if you broke it too.

F + S: the keeper + part 2 by @tulipsbymybed rooster is infatuated with the owner of the local bookshop.

F + A: homemade dynamite by @mothdruid you and rooster hadn't ended on good terms, now, you're both back at top gun.

F + A: endings and beginnings + part 2 by @tip-top-cloud-surfer rooster finally gets his chance at a family

F: just roommates by @risriswrites you and bradley were roommates, that's all.

F + A: terms of endearment by @ohtobeleah 𖥻 jake seresin was an instigator. as your brother-figure in life, he just wants you to be happy. this includes pushing you and rooster together.

F + A: something special by @helloheyhihowdyheya rooster cares for you more than he lets on, he just has a terrible way of showing it

F + A: what a look on you by @thewulf you secretly harbour feelings for bradley. when a friend from college comes visit and rooster seems far more enamored by her than you, you're hurt.

F: 5 times the Bronco was a third wheel by @thesewordsareallihavetogive there isn't many things bradley loves more than his bronco. you, maybe, but that's about it.

F + S: what's in a name? by @sometimesanalice bradley's favourite thing about you was the way you said his name

F + A: superstar + part 2 by @maggiedanikka bradley bradshaw was the poster boy for the americna navy. he was everything you weren't. why would he ever fall for the likes of someone like you?

F: daddy's little princess by @startrekfangirl2233-writes you come home to bradley playing dinosaurs and barbies with your two children

F: milk and toast and honey by @amysteryspot despite your bad experience with naval aviators, you have an affinity for one bradley bradshaw

F: romeo, romeo by @welcome-to-my-multiverse rooster is completely enamored by you and the dagger squad definitely shouldn't have left a drunk him alone with you.

ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD

F: losing something and the other picks it up and calls after them by @callsignsaturn

F: afternoon bedrest by @jungle-angel bob returns home with an upset stomach. lucky for him, you're there to comfort him

F: he's all that by @withahappyrefrain bob's too nervous to approach the cute girl at the hard deck. his team mates decide that a makeover is just the confidence boost he needs

F: rodeo by @sarahsmi13s though you could perfectly hold your own, bob would always stand up for you.

F: surprise by @topgun-imagines bob proposed to his girl and no one the dagger squad had known

F: blind date gone...wrong? by @intricatechaosofyou you get stood up on a blind date. thankfully, bob is there to save you the embarrassment.

F: wanna buy you a drink by @anonymooseforever007 you surprise bob at the hard deck, but not without a little teasing first.

S: untouchable + part 2 by @idkwhylou as the only daughter of the captain, you were placed on a pedestal, deemed untouchable. bob was the only exception.

TOM 'ICEMAN' KAZANSKY

F: little reward by @dragon-kazansky to entice tom away from his computer, you promise him hugs and strawberries

BEAU 'CYCLONE' SIMPSON

F: super trouper + part 2 by @callsignmayhem you're sick and beau is ready to help you feel better, with the help of soup and mamma mia.

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Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Twenty-Two: Winner Takes All

Summary- 5.3k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. You and Curtis check into a hotel for a private night before heading back home to everyday life. Deciding to go have some fun, the night turns into a friendly competition with just one winner getting to call all the shots.

Warnings- The reader has some body image issues and self-doubt, descriptions of what the reader sees as flaws in an intimate moment. Reader receiving oral.

A/N- Hello hello! I hope everyone is doing good and you all enjoy this fun chapter of these two being their horny selves. What can I say, I love giving these two plenty of good times. As always, THANK YOU so much for reading, liking, commenting, and reposting. It does so much to keep me writing, you all have no idea. Special shout out to @what-is-your-plan-today, you as always are the best for taking these projects on. All the love babes.

Chapter Twenty-One / Masterlist

“We are going to miss you guys so much.” Jade gave a little sniffle as she hugged you tightly. “You promise to come back real soon? Or I can come to see you?” 

You hugged back, your heart a little sad to be leaving your sister and best friend so soon. Since she moved to Florida and you moved to Minnesota, it felt like your visits were so few and far between, mostly reduced to texting, skyping, and phone calls. “Of course! I have a decent apartment, I can blow up a mattress for you or get you a hotel in the city.” 

Curtis cleared his throat patiently to break up your and Jade’s conversation for just a moment. “Honey, I have plenty of space at the house, of course all of you are welcome to stay there.” He said kindly and you swore you could have told him you loved him right there for even being willing to open his home to your family. 

But I love you was just too soon still, you weren't sure what you felt for Curtis yet. It was definitely better than it had been with Jake and you could have sworn you loved Jake Wyler with all your heart and soul. Yet, jumping into another I love you scared you. 

“Yeah, Mary and I could come to stay when we are out of school and Frank too if he doesn’t have a lot of projects lined up.” A teary yet hopeful response fell from Jade and Frank squeezed gently around her waist, smiling. 

“I’m sure we can figure that out down the road. I can make my own hours after all.” He held out his hand to Curtis. “Everett, you are welcome to come to fix some boat engines anytime. Like I said before, I can find you work whenever you want to get away from that Minnesota winter.”

Curtis laughed while returning the handshake. “Likewise, all this sun hasn't completely fried your brain, I will show you how to work those locomotive ones.” Letting go of Frank's hand, he knelt down to Mary’s level. She had a bit of a pout as she gave Curtis a big sad look. “What’s wrong kiddo?” 

“I don’t want you and Y/N to go home.” 

“Ahh, I know, but this is just a goodbye for now. We will skype soon. Y/N is always talking to Jade.” 

“Yeah… kinda like when I talk to Evelyn in Boston? She likes to come visit all the time for surprises.” 

“Yeah, without letting us know.” Frank grumbled and Jade elbowed him lightly. “That’s Mary’s grandmother.” Frank explained, giving a shrug as if that explained it all. 

“A lot like when you talk to Evelyn. Plus Jade was just saying about coming to stay with us.” Curtis smiled as he hugged Mary gently. Mary nodded, apparently satisfied with his answer, and went to wrap you in a big hug. Jade softly whispered to Frank, who lightened up seeing his typically closed-up niece warm up to you and Curtis. 

With final goodbyes said, you waved as Frank drove away, Curtis hugging you from behind while you gave a sigh. “I’m gonna miss them. But…” You twisted in his arms and looked up over his head. “I’m looking forward to staying at the Ritz.” 

“Shall we go check out our room?” He asked. “Fanciest place I’ve ever been.” 

“Let’s!” You unwrapped from around him and while he grabbed the bags, you held out your hand to take some but he slipped his hand in yours instead, leading you in. 

Check in was fairly quick and Curtis fidgeted in the elevator a bit. He felt out of his element having never stayed a place quite like this. You were bubbling with excitement though and that made him pleased seeing you so happy for a fancy hotel room all to yourselves. 

You ran the key card through and opened the door wide to a beautiful room with a huge king size bed that looked luxuriously piled with pillows, other seated chairs and table littered with a gift basket spotting champagne and robes. Beyond that was an open balcony with comfortable seating to face a magnificent view of Florida's white beach and turquoise ocean. “Wow” Curtis whistled softly as the door clicked closed behind the two of you. 

“Isn’t it beautiful? They have a pool, golf course and some other things if you want to check them out.” You pushed the curtains wide open and cracked the balcony door open to step out onto it. Several floors up gave you the best of views and Curtis felt all that anxiety fade away seeing how happy just being here made you. His arm settled around you and you leaned into him to enjoy the Florida sunshine that was slowly starting to fade into evening. “It’s nice to visit places like this.” 

“Yes, it is a lot different from Duluth.” Curtis observed, watching as lights sprang on across the golf course in the distance. 

“But… I am always glad to go home.” You admitted as you grasped the banister and leaned over it, looking down. Curtis let his hands slide to grasp your waist, resisting the urge to pull you back into him. “Hey, they have a mini golf course not too far from here.” 

Curtis took the chance to look over the edge to see where the course was. It appeared to be at the end of a strip of tourist shops, a large pirate ship looming among rolling green hills and water features, neon lights bouncing around it. “Wanna go play?” He asked and you nodded enthusiastically. 

After changing clothes- you into a tank top and skort, Curtis in a pair of cargo shorts and a faded tee, he ushered you out of the room without your purse, insisting that tonight it was date night and he wanted to fund wherever the night took you two. Even though you protested, he wrapped you into his hold, refusing to budge. “Let me treat my girl to a date, hmm?” You finally relented that this night was on him.  

The walk to the mini golf course was leisurely. The crowds of people bypassing you and Curtis in their rush to be somewhere else made for interesting people watching. You both were all about just enjoying the slowing of the day, how the night was slipping in its place, hand in hand you two strolled along the street. Curtis soaked in the bustle of the city's tourist area, shops opening their doors for people and nearby the scent of food sizzling made him pause, you drawing ahead of him for a second till you felt his hand tug against yours. “You hungry, Honey?” 

Your quizzical look softened into a smile, catching what had made him pause. “Yes, I could eat.” 

A nearby taco truck had a small line and you both stepped behind the last person waiting, glancing at the menu board. Stepping up, the person leaned against the truck's counter, pen in hand. “What can I get you two?” 

Curtis cleared his throat while studying the board. “Can I get a couple of the carnita tacos? Along with a corona.”

While he pulled out his wallet, you went ahead with your request. “Shrimp tacos with extra lime wedges and one of your margarita specials please.” 

“Sure.” He eyed the two of you and must have deemed you both of age because he rang up your total and shouted out the order. You both were handed your drinks, yours in a paper cup for easy disposal and Curtis requested more lime wedges, fitting them into his bottle of Corona till they floated in the glass bottle. 

The smell of the seasoned meat sizzling made Curtis stomach rumble, making you laugh as he groaned with want. You hugged around him, nuzzling against him affectionately. “Did we eat lunch today?” 

“I don’t think so. Why I’m starving.” He huffed against your hair, his hand rubbing down your back to lightly grasp your ass through your clothes, making you muffle a whine against his chest. 

“For food Curtis, you're starving for food.” You poked playfully at his ribs while you two hovered out of the way but still near the truck for when their food was finished. 

“I can be starving for more than one thing.” He grinned just as his name was called. Untangling from you, he went to get the tacos while slipping a tip in a jar near the register. The tacos were carefully set in paper trays, enabling you two to continue on toward the mini golf course while eating. 

You carefully grasped your taco, the flour shell still warm while the slaw drizzled partially on your hand, making you lap it away. That first crunchy bite, the slaw a fresh burst of veggies mixing with the sizzling grilled shrimp and bite of cilantro lime salsa. It was heaven, you closed your eyes and paused as you chewed slowly, savoring the flavors. 

Watching you enjoy your food, the pleasured look in your features, Curtis mentally labeled that as one of his favorite moments of this trip. You were totally in the moment, your face a look of bliss showing that you were thoroughly appreciating. No worries of being seen by others, or preparing to throw half of it away, claiming you were full when he knew you really weren’t. When your eyes slipped back open, you caught him watching you, giving an embarrassed little grin while swiping at your lips. You held up your last bite of the first taco in your tray, offering him the bite. “Lemme try yours.” You said and he held out his tray for you to take his after he took your last bite from your fingers. “These are so good.” 

“We could start making these at home.” Curtis agreed as he washed his last few bites down with the icy cold corona. “Although they won’t be as good as food trucks while we are on vacation.”  

Arriving at the mini golf course, you were feeling giddy while you two grabbed your balls and putts. There were a few other couples and kids scattered around the course, but otherwise being mid-week it seemed fairly quiet. Dropping your ball, you shook your hips while situating yourself up to shoot towards the first hole, just getting it between two pools of water that had octopus tentacles coming up through the pools.

“Easy shot.” You challenged with a glance over your shoulder. Curtis smirked back at you, leaning against his putt while watching you. The hat he was wearing to help with the sun was now slipped backward, letting you see his eyes assessing every move you made. 

You stalled a second, the fuzziness that the margarita made you feel overpowered by the idea that maybe he didn’t like you teasing like this, that you looked ridiculous shaking your hips the way you were with the way he had his slight scowl. But his gaze went up your body and he gave a deep sigh like he was refocusing himself. “That might be an easy shot but fuck, Honey.” His eyes glanced around the small park warily before settling back on you. “I don’t know if I can keep my hands to myself till we get back to the hotel. Do it again.” 

That negative worry from earlier dissipated, it was game on at that moment. “Guess you are gonna have to really focus on the game.” You let your hips shift again and an audible groan came from him. 

“Yeah, focusin’ on somethin’.” 

You took your shot and the ball whizzed wildly down the green grass path to putter into the hole, making Curtis give a clap of his hands in congratulations while he dropped his ball in place. “Easy shot for you too.” You assured him, making sure to step away to watch him. Curtis, as always, fell all into the moment. His legs shifted his weight back and forth to center himself, all while taking easy measured strokes trying to gauge where to hit the ball. In those moments, you let yourself appreciate how he looked with taunt muscles in his back flexing beneath his shirt, pulling at the corner of your lip while your eyes mapped the way his tee tightened in his shoulders and down his muscled back. 

Sure he was every bit of a relaxed looking tourist with the backward NASA baseball cap, some tee shirt Jade bought him with a ridiculous saying about how he got his crabs at Dirty Dicks, a popular restaurant in the area, to khaki cargo shorts that almost looked dark against his very pale legs that were hidden for months by long pants in Minnesota. To you though, he looked sexy and that little tingle of anticipation built in your belly. A clenching need that you knew Curtis would much appreciate. 

Of course his ball whizzed right in, making him pump his fist in victory, a grin on his face as he looked over his shoulder at you. 

The competitive side flared in your belly, making you sidle up to him. “Wanna make it interesting Curtis?” 

His arm slung back comfortably around you as you two made your way to collect the balls and go to the next hole. “I’m listening.” 

You strolled onto the next spot, unweaving from his hold to face him. “You win… you can do whatever you want to me tonight.” His brows shot up in interest. “I win, the same goes for me.”

“I’m winning, Honey.” He assured you after hearing the prize and you wiggled your brows at him while dropping your ball at the next hole. 

“I’m gonna make you work for it.” You aimed your shot, now focusing more than ever on the next obstacle. This one proved to be harder but you took a couple shots and finally got it in. Curtis, having taken this bet pretty personal, managed another hole in one. 

You two spared back and forth, trying to best one another but you both stayed so close in points. At the last hole Curtis was ahead… by one point if your calculations were accurate. 

It was almost nerve wracking at this point. One hand if you won, you got to pick how your evening played out, but that was almost daunting. You always tried to pick out what your partner would like. You know if you did win, Curtis would absolutely insist on doing whatever you wanted to do, no matter what.  

It was enough to waver your hand on your putter, quiver in anticipation and anxiety as you wracked your mind trying to decide how to take this shot, let it swing wildly away from the hole or actually try and sink it. What would Curtis want? 

“Hey…” His hand rested against your back while you exhaled all that energy. “You got this. Take the shot.”

You smiled at him, letting your worries melt away at that moment and let your putter hit the ball, which almost seemed like it was gonna swing away from the hole. But it swung closer, following the tilt of the course and zipped right in. 

“Well fuck, Honey, no way I can beat that.” Curtis sighed as if in defeat, but the crinkle in the corner of his eyes and the barely their proud grin showed. He let his ball bounce at his feet, positioning it with his toe. “But damned if I’m not gonna try.” Curtis made a show of angling himself just right and hit. His ball did the opposite of yours, wildly flying and bouncing right off the course, making him groan and you laugh as you looked in the deep pool of water it landed in. 

“Gone.” You twirled to face him, biting your lip. “I win.” 

“Mmhh, you did Pretty Girl.” His hand was warm as it cupped your cheek, a thumb dragging against the corner of your mouth. You took it as enough incentive to bite gently onto the tip of his thumb, sucking his thumb enough to twirl your tongue around it. “I hope you got some ideas for me.” Right now your mind was going blank of thoughts, staring up at lust blown eyes almost black with just slivers of blue, his warm skin heated and an earlier sunburn across his face was starting to fade, making all his freckles stand out that much more. “Fuck the things you can do with that mouth of yours Pretty Girl.” His hold tightened, catching your tongue from its swirling motion. “Save that for later. Come on, let’s get out of here.” 

When his hand moved, reaching to grasp yours, you eeped a yup and followed him out of the mini golf course park. The walk back to the hotel was much more rushed, now a real destination in mind. It seemed like the hotel was so far away, but before you could comprehend where you two were, Curtis was pinning you in the elevator, kissing you hungrily while you clutched at him, trying to keep up with his energy. You ended up tilting your head back against the steel wall while he pressed a palm against one of your breast and muttered how fucking hot you were taking those shots earlier. Your hand shot up, nails scraping through the short buzzed hairs and grasping the back of his neck to pull him into a tongue tangling messy kiss, panting against each other as the elevator door finally opened and you both tumbled into the hallway, groping at each other while making it to the door. 

The way you were acting you would think the two of you were horny teenagers unable to have any control. Somehow you worked the key card into the door while Curtis ran his hands all over you, sliding under your tank shirt and giving a pull to your nipples, making you sag against him while closing your eyes, groaning. 

“Do it again Curtis.” You muttered as the door clicked open and he rumbled a chuckle against your neck as he sunk his teeth in your skin, tasting you with his tongue. His fingers twisted a nipple, making you hiss at the borderline pleasure and pain. With a gentle nudge behind you, Curtis got you in the room and door locked. 

In the dim outside light streaming into the room, you turned to see him stalking towards you, catching you up in his hold once more to back you to the bed till you stumbled back on it and he followed you, careful to hover over you while he made you breathless in his kisses, his hips pressing to yours where you could feel his cock hardening. “Now… You get to pick what you want.” He drew away, hands planting against the mattress to lift himself up. 

“Um- what do YOU want Curtis?” You countered, moving up to your elbows to prop yourself up. 

“Nu-uh Pretty Girl.” He smirked, dragging a finger along the curve of your face. “You won, fair and square.”

“You let me win.” You muttered with narrowed eyes, making him grin without even denying it. Instead he swooped back in, catching your lips with his, drawing out a needy moan. Your mind raced as he continued kissing and nibbling on your neck, his hand still cupping a breast and teasing your nipple through the fabric. How were you supposed to think when all you could do was feel his weight pressing heatedly against you, the hot touch of smooth lips and tongue that were followed by the bristles of his beard flaring your skin. His hand made you arch into him, dragging your nails down his upper back and press him down harder while you whimpered for him. “Curtis, fuck I can’t think right now.” 

“Mmh Pretty Girl, you are not supposed to think Honey.” A nudge of his nose behind your earlobe before his lips skimmed the shell of your ear. “What do you feel like? Riding my cock? Worshiping you? Bending you over? There is a nice balcony outside.” 

Those all sounded good, but your mind swirled with the thoughts of his beard buried between your thighs, those vividly blue eyes staring up at your body while you withered against his mouth. Heat raced up your body at the thought, so sinful in your mind but you hadn’t let him do that since Christmas Eve to you and just the thought made you tingle with desire all over. “I know what I want.” You whispered out, making Curtis push up enough to look down at you, waiting for your answer. You felt shy, biting on your lip as you tried to say what you wanted. You knew he enjoyed it, craved it as he admitted he enjoyed oral with his partners when you first started dating. There was still that touch of self-doubt that you weren’t small enough for it. His hand swept through your hair, grasping enough to tilt your gaze up to meet his own. 

“Come on Pretty Girl, tell me what you want me to do, let me worship you.” 

Worship, you always felt that way with him. It was like Curtis couldn’t get enough in the months you two have been together and it was so easy to give him this you found, it made him so satisfied to take care of you. You eased up, that worry taking a backseat in your mind the more confident you became at the moment. Curtis patiently held himself above you, just waiting for whatever you wanted. 

“Taste me.” You slid a finger against his mouth which he kissed your fingertip while arching his brow, studying you to see you were serious. 

“Anywhere?” 

You gave a nod and Curtis pushed up to a stand, shedding his shirt. “Honey, I’m gonna need you out of those clothes, now.” 

You pushed up to your knees on the bed, shifting over to the edge of the bed where he was standing, working his belt open. You grabbed the leather, pulling it out of the loops and dropping it on the floor, admiring the swirls of ink across his chest in a pattern that made you heated. “Yes Sir.” You muttered as your fingers explored across quivering abs and muscled pecs dusted with hair. Another movement had you stepping off the bed, standing before him while your fingers traced up a toned chest, making his muscles twitch at the sensation of your touch.

You sensed the change in him, the quirk of a dark brow and inquiring eyes. “You being a minx tonight Honey? Sir?” Wrapping your fingers into his chain, you levered yourself to your toes, nipping on his mouth, asking, begging for him to let you in. 

“You got bossy, I got obedient.” You whispered just before you pressed your lips to his and a sharp hunger seemed to overtake Curtis. Tongue plunged against yours and a heavy groan emitted from his chest in that kiss. Hands started to get frantic against each other. Your hands started to tug at his button and fly, working his cargo shorts open and there was a sharp ripping sound of where your tank top strap popped its seams, making you giggle against his lips. 

“It was in my fucking way.” Curtis didn’t even apologize while you broke away, tugging off the rest of your clothes while he did too. You just lost the last of your clothes when you felt his hands envelope around your waist, hands gliding your curves before he backed you into the hotel's balcony glass window, the solid feel making you arch off the slightly cool chill at your back, looking up at him wide eyed. “You gave me a real sweet taste on Christmas Eve Honey. But I’m starving now, I’m always gonna want more.” 

His tone, the way he dropped his gaze to look down your naked body when he used his name for you made a fire swirl in your belly, pinprick your skin, and flare your nerves till you felt frayed. So simple, just with his words you were turned on. Your cunt already wept, slicking your folds and you had to rub your thighs together, trying to alleviate yourself before the two of you even started. “I- uh- fuck.” You muttered, stuttering over your words at the intensity bristling in the air between you. You felt so naked and exposed before him. 

And Curtis looked at you like he couldn’t wait to taste every inch of you, flaws and all. 

“You said taste anywhere I want?” He softened as he stepped in closer, his cock pressing against your belly and he let his hands cup your face. “Right here first.” His tongue trailed along your parted lips, nipping the corner of your mouth while you gasped softly, Everywhere his body pressed against yours was hard and unrelenting against you. Like he was trying to mold you against him. 

Until he shifted to the curve of your neck, this time his teeth sinking in enough for a hint of pain to make you gasp and arch, rubbing against him. Your hands couldn’t stop touching him, fingers brushing along his back, finding the dips of shifting muscles. You would dig in, making him curse against your skin at the pleasure it brought. Where he bit you, his tongue soothed it away with praising murmurs. 

“Fuck Sweet Girl, you know I’m addicted to you?” His hands settled on your hips as he flowed down your collar bone. You dug into his shoulders, arching once more to your toes with a slight whimper escaping while this man lowered to his knees before you again, looking up at you like you were a goddess. 

He didn’t seem to notice the low hang of your belly, the stretch marks that marred your skin from being pristine and perfect, the way rolls pulled on your sides and dimpled your skin. Instead he was worshiping at your breasts, once more letting his teeth claim you, marking you as his while his hands felt you, sliding along the back of your thick thighs to dig his fingers into the globes of your ass, press you into him that much more. 

A man starved, his groans of appreciation mingling with your sighs and whines. Curtis kissed on your hips, rubbing a bristled chin against the folds leading to your pussy, his blue eyes so heated that you felt yourself melting, turning into a puddle and if he wasn’t holding you up against the glass, you just knew you would be on the floor. 

It was so intense, so wanting and Curtis paused a moment from teasing you to press his face against you, pressing his forehead against the fullness of your lower belly and nose in the curls on your pussy, your hand brushed through the buzzed hair on top of his head, biting your lip to keep from saying anything. 

Even now you felt the need to apologize for what you thought were your imperfections. His back expanded slightly from his inhale before he lifted away to look up at you. “Nothing will ever make me harder than being able to see you like this, Honey.” 

“Like what Curtis?” You whispered while his hand cupped the back of your thigh to lift your leg up to a powerful shoulder, draping your calf over his back. 

“Open, free, unafraid to let me be with all of you.” He let his tongue sear over the top of your mound taste your folds. He hadn’t even properly tasted you and you could feel the quiver of your spine threaten to weaken. Curtis must have felt the slight waver in your body because his grip tightened and his shoulders tensed that much more, a solid force under you. 

“Fuck you taste-” Curtis groaned into your aroused body while his tongue worked to a more intimate spot, teasing your clit with sharp laps with the tip of his tongue and slow pulls of drawing it between his lips, teasing you all that much more. 

You let your head tilt back to bang lightly against the glass, breathing heavily while you palmed a breast, pushing and pulling your softness to appease the burning in your veins. A hand pushed harder against your thigh, spreading you wider apart so he could bury his face in against you. 

You caught your balance with a hand to the back of his neck, tightening your leg hooked over his shoulder. “Don’t stop.” 

Somehow he pressed in closer, starving as he drank your arousal, filling you with his tongue. You could have sworn he growled against you, claiming he wasn’t ever planning on stopping. Not only were you feeling every touch, Curtis kept groaning and moaning against you while his fingers and tongue worked you into a desperate frenzy.  Needing and wanting more, it was stealing the air from your lungs. The sensation of his fingers filling you, pressing alongside his tongue, you finally gave a shuddered cry out.

“Curtis!” Your nails scraped at the back of his head, trying to grab on. It resulted in pushing him closer, riding his face as you ground against him. His beard was prickly against your sensitive core, but slipping in the slickness coating you. 

“Just give me one on my tongue, Pretty Girl.” Curtis pulled away to take a deep breath, the outside lights making his jaw glisten from you. “I’m so fucking hard for you right now that I can’t stand it much longer.” 

One, you could give him one. You gave a jerky nod as his hopeful gaze turned sinfully feral. His teeth bared hungrily for a second. You had never been more turned on seeing a man. None other had ever gone to your feet, not like this.

“Let me hear you come, Honey.” 

It wasn’t hard to give that to Curtis, not with the way you went mindless, lost in all the sensations this moment was bringing you. 

You couldn’t go higher, yet you did. Soaring couldn’t even describe the sensation you were riding. You were soaring, the glass now vibrating against your back as you once more pushed back against it with a bang, your head tilted back to look at the heavens while Curtis brought you there. 

When you came, it was a sharp plea to catch you. Curtis wrapped arms tight around your hips as he drank you down. Curtis eased you through it till you were pushing at his forehead, your tongue unable to make the pleading words for him to stop. But he didn’t need them. 

Easing away from you, he sat back enough to give you space, letting your thigh ease off his shoulder and you sagged against the window. “Your turn, Curtis.” 

His hand swept up and down his heavy cock a moment while he kept you pinned against the glass with his other. “Honey, you’re shaking still, let’s take a moment.” 

You pushed against him to pry yourself off, leaning down to slide your tongue over his lips to claim him, pulling a hungry groan from him and a stutter in his touch on himself, having to fist his hand around himself. “Outside Curtis, there is another balcony railing and I’m going to need to be muffled.” 

Curtis snapped away, his hand moving off himself to grasp gently around your throat and slowly raise up to a stand, keeping you in his secure hold while you followed him on shaky legs. You craved another taste of his mouth, laden with traces of you. His mouth was so close you could feel the barely there touches passed between your lips. 

“Honey, you know me so well already.” His eyes were fiercely expressive. Brimming with possessive lust and need. “But I’m not keeping you muffled.” 

When Curtis brought you outside with all the city's bright neon lights shining below, he bent you against that railing and you had never been more glad to win a game. 

[regaliasonata]

Some lore theories about seers I made that I wanted to share @arrowheadedbitch

Well a little bit cause this goes into my S3 fic on ao3 and I don’t want to spoilers anything fully but this goes into a few ideas I had with Ethan overall.

So we all got glimpses of his other abilities or the further extent to his seer like powers, for instance in the finale we know he was developing telekinesis and could also handle the lucifractor without being corrupted by it like Benny or being drained from its influence like Evelyn. Heck some even theorize that he can’t be put into mind control by Erica due to his powers.

But what exactly were the developing onward? What could’ve been Ethan’s path if the show wasn’t canceled?

So there’s this thing called the Blue Flame, a power that seers eventually grow throughout their lives if they’ve practiced their powers with visions over time. The idea came from the background of blue fire being associated with inner wisdom and consciousness, say like an enlightenment with the soul of sorts where they can allow the embers to further their visionary talents and view beyond visions…seeing through the spirit, plus fire has always been associated with guides and oracles so I’d just see it something that ties in well with him.

More on this is that basically Ethan’s power grew due to the fire starting to spark within his being, say the telekinesis and stronger willpower in bypassing evil influences like the lucifractor. The flames themselves not only help him have visions on command and read into people but also they can purge dark forces like ghosts.

There are actually a few levels of the blue flame that a seer can go through to fully master it, I can’t go into full detail cause again spoilers but let’s just say if Ethan develops the ability fully then he’ll be a powerhouse. Some seers end up losing their visions if they fail or if the flames go out but due to theories on the Morgan lineage with magic I’d say Ethan technically has a heightened chance with fleshing out his powers(I’ll have to invest age more on family history and seers as well)

As for origins I have some specifics on where this and seers came from but that’s still a bit of development(noticed your post about Apollo being connected possibly to Ethan and you got me thinking a little so who knows👀🔥)

I got stuff planned for the other characters as well if you ever want to hear about that 👌🏾 but just wanted to share stuff I had with Ethan I had in mind, also enjoy a snippet of design I made for Ethan in the fic 😭

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 348. brb x oc

a/n: uwu (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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-

They were still at the den, it was really fun and, it was early enough for the kids to stay awake. He had his arm around Beatrice while the other was around Nikki as she played with his watch, plucking the leather around his wrist, babbling a bit.

Rooster’s ears stayed in the convo, but his eyes slowly traveled to where Thomas disappeared inside. He didn’t like how he just…showed up in front of Bea.

He kept a watchful eye on the surroundings, subtly scanning the den for any signs of the unwelcome guest. Beatrice, catching the subtle shift in Rooster's demeanor, leaned her head against his shoulder. "You okay, Roos?"

Rooster looked down at her, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, just keeping an eye out. I don't like the way Thomas just popped up."

Beatrice nodded, understanding his concern. "It was weird. But let's not let it ruin our night. We're here to enjoy ourselves."

Rooster tightened his embrace around her, his focus shifting back to the ongoing conversations. Well,he tried to at least.

Evelyn, noticing Rooster's occasional glances, leaned over. "Hey, everything okay with you two?"

Rooster hesitated for a moment before responding. "Yeah, just a bit on edge with Thomas showing up like that. Can't shake off the feeling."

Evelyn frowned just in time for Jake to say ‘who?’ next to her “He’s here?”

Rooster nodded, his gaze still scanning the den. "Yeah, he showed up earlier, congratulated Bea on the game. Just seemed... off."

Evelyn exchanged a concerned look with Jake before turning back to Rooster. "Hm.”

“What?”

“Weird that he’s here,huh?”

"I guess…" Rooster admitted, "but I'd rather not take any chances. Bea's been through enough."

Evelyn just pursed her lips as she moved JJ to the opposite arm, ‘To be honest, the reason he’s here might be…I don’t know, he’s been flirting with a lot of girls lately, like, alumni,” Rooster’s eyes narrowed, “And I don’t know why he’s…here you know, weird.”

Rooster's protective instincts kicked even harder, like a donkey,as he absorbed Evelyn's words. A subtle furrow appeared on his forehead, and his jaw tightened. "Flirting with alumni? That's... unsettling. Why??"

Evelyn shrugged, glancing over at Beatrice, who was engaged in conversation with Maverick. "Hard to say. He's always been a bit of a player, but showing up at a reunion after all these years? Feels calculated." she rolled her eyes, “He’s pathetic, he tries to be those…I don’t know, coach wannabe bros.”

“Don’t feel like it.” considering he flinched when he first met Rooster.

“He tries to.” Evelyn repeats, gently bouncing JJ in her arms and rubbing a hand on his light blonde head, “I mean, did he try anything else?”

"He didn't try anything, but just…” he shrugs looking back at Bea who was busy still chatting up with Maverick “It’s just weird.” and he tries to relax after that.

He does.

Hours later, the den began to wind down as the reunion approached its conclusion. Some alumni bid their farewells, promising to keep in touch and meet up more frequently. Rooster, while still keeping an eye out, felt a subtle relaxation in the atmosphere.

Beatrice, sensing the shift, leaned over and whispered to Rooster, "Looks like things are winding down. Maybe we can head home soon?"

Rooster nodded, grateful for the suggestion. "Yeah, let's gather the kids and say our goodbyes. It’s getting late.” Rooster noticed Thomas once again lingering in the background. This time, he was deep in conversation with a group of alumni, but his gaze occasionally flickered in their direction.

Evelyn, catching Rooster's attention, whispered, while standing up as well "He's still watching. You want us to say something?"

Rooster hesitated, glancing at Beatrice. "No. Let's just leave peacefully. I don't want to escalate things unless he tries something." they bid their goodbyes to Evelyn and the others, to Maverick and then he picks a sleepy Nicole up while Beatrice carried both twins in her arms.

He flicks his gaze down at her as they walk to the car, “You sure you don’t want me to carry them?”

Beatrice smiled at Rooster's concern, "I've got them, Roos. You're already carrying Nicole, and I can manage the twins for a bit." She adjusted the twins in her arms, making sure they were comfortable.

Rooster nodded, his eyes still scanning the surroundings as they made their way to the car. The night air was cool, and the neighborhood was now quieter, with only a few groups of people lingering around.

As they approached the Bronco, Rooster helped Beatrice settle the twins in the back seats, making sure they were securely fastened in their car seats. Nicole, half-asleep, mumbled a soft goodnight to a random person when she had her cheek on her dad’s shoulder, head lolling to the side as he set her down as well. Rooster leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her forehead before closing the door.

Beatrice slid into the passenger seat, and Rooster took the driver's seat. The engine rumbled to life, and the Bronco rolled out of the parking lot, leaving the Den and the reunion behind.

The drive back home was quiet, the twins dozing off in the back seat. Beatrice stared out of the window, lost in her thoughts. Rooster, still on alert, occasionally glanced at her, his concern evident in his eyes.

"Hey," he said, breaking the silence, "you doing okay?"

Beatrice turned to him, offering a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired. It's been an eventful night."

Rooster reached over to give her hand a comforting squeeze. "We'll be home soon. You did great at the game, by the way.”

“Thank you,Roos.” she smiles softly, “...are you okay?”

Rooster nodded, the corners of his lips curling into a half-smile. "Yeah, I'm good. Just keeping an eye out, you know? Thomas is... unsettling."

Beatrice sighed, her gaze fixed on the passing streetlights. "Well I don’t think he’s following us home,Roos." she says softly, “You’ll always rescue me huh?”

“I mean,” he smirks, proudly,”Gorgeous you can defend yourself, you’ve proven that but…I do like taking care of you. Partners, right?"

Beatrice nodded, the warmth of his words spreading through her. "Right. Partners." She reached over and entwined her fingers with his. As they pulled into the driveway, the soft glow of the porch light welcomed them back. Rooster turned off the engine, and they sat in the car for a moment, reluctant to disturb the peace that enveloped their home.

"We made it," Rooster said, breaking the silence. "Safe and sound."

Beatrice grinned, leaning over to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks for being my knight in shining armor tonight, Roos."

Rooster feigned a bow,. "Anything for my beautiful damsel. Now, let's get these sleepyheads inside." He hopped out of the car and went to the back to carefully unbuckle the twins and carry them inside.

Beatrice followed suit,grabbing Nicole and gathering some of their belongings and heading into the house. Nicole, still half-asleep, clutched her favorite stuffed animal just as the dogs trotted over to greet them.

“I’m going to tuck them in,alright?” he says, “Be right back.”

Rooster gently carried the twins to their room, tucking them into their respective cribs with the same care he displayed on the volleyball court. He placed a soft kiss on each of their foreheads and tiptoed out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. The dogs followed him, wagging their tails, content to have their family safely back home.

Meanwhile, Beatrice took a moment to unwind in the living room while still holding Nicole. He comes back seconds later to pick their oldest and rush back upstairs. Normally, she’d go with him…but boy is she spent.

The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the room, casting a warm ambiance. She sank into the plush sofa, reflecting on the events of the reunion.Beatrice enjoyed the quiet moment, the gentle hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the floorboards underlining the peace of their home. 

Rooster returned to the living room, having made sure the twins were comfortably settled. He settled down beside Beatrice, a warm smile playing on his lips.

"Everyone's asleep," he whispered, as if afraid to disturb the tranquility. "I tucked them in and checked on the dogs. Now it's just us."

Beatrice smiles softly. "Thank you, Roos. You really are my hero tonight."

Rooster grinned, his eyes filled with affection. "Always, Bea. It's my favorite role."

The clock on the wall ticked away the minutes as Beatrice and Rooster shared a quiet moment in the living room. Rooster draped an arm around Beatrice, pulling her closer, and she nestled against him.

"You know," Rooster began, breaking the comfortable silence, "I was thinking about the game. You really crushed it out there."

Beatrice chuckled, her exhaustion giving way to a sense of accomplishment. "Well, I had a great team supporting me. And you were my lucky charm on the sidelines."

He grinned, playfully tousling her hair. "And I'll take that title with pride. But seriously, you were amazing, Bea."

“Hmmm….thank you.”

As they basked in the quietude, Rooster's fingers traced absent-minded patterns on Beatrice's arm. "You know, you never told me about the flooded basement back at Northride. What was that all about?"

Beatrice chuckled tiredly, the memories resurfacing. "Oh, it was just a burst pipe, nothing mysterious. But the rumors that spread were wild. Conspiracies and such…we were art students,Roos, creativity was our forte.”

“Hah,true.”

“What about you?” she asks softly, “And your time at UVA?”

Rooster's expression softened as he reminisced about his time at the University of Virginia. "Well, UVA had its own set of tales, but they were probably not as colorful as the ones at Northride. It was more about academic pressure and trying to figure out life post-graduation."

 "I can relate. The post-college transition is a journey in itself."

"Yeah, it's like stepping into the unknown," Rooster agreed. "But I have no regrets. It eventually led me to you, and that makes every challenge worthwhile."

“Aw…” she smiles more, ‘You are avoiding the subject, come on Roos, there has to be something.”

Rooster chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a mix of nostalgia and amusement. "Alright, you caught me. There's this one incident that stands out. You see, there was this legendary mascot rivalry between UVA and our neighboring college. It was all in good fun, of course."

Beatrice's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Mascot rivalry? Do tell!"

Rooster leaned back, his arms crossed, and began to recount the tale. "So, during one of the basketball games, our mascot—the Cavalier—decided to pull a prank on the rival college's mascot."

Beatrice laughed, eyes fluttering. "What happened next?"

Rooster grinned, clearly enjoying the retelling. "Well, the plan was going smoothly until they realized the rival mascot was a bit more...uhhh…energetic than expected. Long story short, there was a wild chase through the campus with two mascots running wild."

She giggled at the mental image. "Who won?"

"Neither, really," Rooster admitted with a laugh. "They both ended up tumbling into a fountain, soaked in water and struggling to get out of their costumes. It became the talk of the campus for weeks. "

Beatrice shook her head in amusement. "That's hilarious… I bet it was the talk of the town for a long time."

"Oh, absolutely," Rooster agreed. "It even made it to the local news. But you know what's even better?"

"What?"

Rooster leaned in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I had it all on film but…lost it…and…” he stops a bit when he notices her head dropping again and again, ‘...maybe we should go to bed,honey.”

“M not sleepy.”

“Yes you are.” Rooster grinned, recognizing the subtle signs of Beatrice's obvious fatigue. "Come on, gorgeous. You need your beauty sleep, and I could use some cuddle time with my favorite girl."

 "Favorite girl, huh? I like that nickname…"

Rooster winked, "Always finding new ways to express my love, Bea. Now, let's get you to bed." he picked her up bridal style, “The right way.”

[hollowwrites]

HC part 2! HC part 2!

(Only if you want to!)

HC part 2! HC part 2!

Loving super tall Ominis. I'll always love a good height difference 🥵

Ominis Headcanons Pt. 2

So when I said I thought about a little more, I lied I went a tad mad

I’ll refer to MC as Evelyn throughout this cause she’s my ship with Omi. This is basically my notes page. Things may conflict. Who cares? If anything grabs you please ask about it. You guys inspire me for way too much of my stuff 💚

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

Family (Angsty…)

Some waffle about Ominis can’t be alive past 50 because of Tom Riddles family tree? No. He separates from his family after he’s 18. He uses his Aunts notes to prove that she has passed away and because of this he learns she left everything she owned to Ominis. He uses her money (I like to think it’s the majority of the Gaunt fortune because she’s not a blood purist therefore is sensible with her money not spending it on trinkets and Slytherin heirlooms) to legally separate from his family so they scorch him from the records.

I think the developers gave Ominis blonde hair to win Malfoy points but I also think it symbolises his separation from his family. Tom Riddle and Art of the Gaunt Family all have dark hair so our boi Omi is physically different compared to them not just mentally. It also might help him later to disassociate from his family because he doesn’t look like them.

I genuinely can’t remember if this was mentioned in game or not (I stop playing after Beasts Class and pretend that nothing bad happens to any of our bois) but I imagine he’s suffered Crucio quite a few times. If his family are cruel enough to do it once, they’d do it multiple times.

I mention this in my Blindsided fic but I feel like Crucio would leave a scar behind. Avada Kedavra does so why not Crucio huh? Is it because I wanted Eve to tend to his wounds and try to remove the scarring?…maybe. Do I care if it makes any sense at all? No!

Obviously because of this I feel like Ominis is covered in scars. Always hidden so no one can see how horrible a family they are…even though everyone already knows.

Patronus

His Patronus is a difficult one. I was Googling animals that have some of Ominis traits so I’ve narrowed it down to three:

Spider - I read an article ages ago debating whether or not spiders or insects in general feel pain or not. They either don’t or have a high tolerance for pain. So I feel like with how often Ominis gets tortured he’d have grown a tolerance for it like a Spider.

Vampire Bat - …I like Vampire Ominis what can I say? No obviously they use echolocation like his wand and they sleep in the day…need I say more?

A Blind Basilisk - THE UNINTENDED FORESHADOWING. Plus a basilisk is a dangerous snake, blind or not blind, like Ominis. People would maybe underestimate a blind basilisk thinking it would be easier to take down with its main weapon taken from it but I would still not want mess with one. JUST LIKE OMI

Either way I think once he falls in love with Eve his Patronus would change to Dove (I headcanon that Eves Mom used to call her a dove and her wand is a bird skull)

Speaking of Patronus’ he wouldn’t be able to cast one until he met Sebastian.

His first memory he could use to conjure a Patronus would be when Sebastian asks him to stay with him over the holidays. The mixture of guilt, relief, happiness and sadness he feels is powerful enough to cast one.

Second would be looking after Eve after she got Crucio’d in the Scriptorium. Despite the horrible origin of the day he looks back at it fondly. It’s where him and Eve truly started to bond and probably where his feelings for her originated.

General HCs

He snaps his wand a lot. It’s constantly in his hand and Sebastian is a trying person to be around so I imagine he just grips it too hard and snap. Learns to fix it himself after one too many visits to Ollivanders.

Maybe he completely snaps it one day after he separates from his family and has to get a completely new wand. Evelyn points out that it’s a lighter wood than before. I know the wood has nothing to do with anything like that but I like the though that he’s free of his dark past and his wand becomes lighter because of it

His boggart is just an amalgamation or screams and torture he’s pretty used to it. I go in detail here

He definitely grows up to be the next Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher just to rub it in his families face. Plus I think he’s close with Hecat she would put him forward for the position. Maybe he quits before Dumbledores era to travel with Eve finding ancient magic spots.

Thinking about the mirror of Erised is tricky with the boi cause blind BUT I think his deepest desire is just peace so maybe when he ‘looks’ into the mirror he can hear the wind blowing through grass and can smell roses, the distant sound of Eve and Sebastian laughing. I think he gets to live that anyway…he deserves it.

Relationshipy stuff (NSFW 🔞)

I don’t think he wants kids… I just can’t see him with them. I know people like Dadimis but…no. Maybe I’m projecting but kids take so much patience which he clearly does not have.

Contrary to everyone else’s opinion but I think he like public signs of affection he’s just a touchy person. He’s always had something in his hands whether it was a stick when he was younger or his wand he’s ALWAYS touching SOMETHING. It grounds him. So he’s touchy when he knows the person doesn’t mind.

I think he’d shamelessly hold Sebastian’s hand everywhere. I don’t think Seb would care either. If it’s comforting then whatever

(NSFW 🔞) So I’m expanding on the choking thing from last time 👀 I don’t think he’d do it in a dominating way, I think it’s more of a feeling thing? I imagine the first time it happened was an accident. He just slid his hand up her chest and went a bit too far up. He felt the vibrations of her moaning against his hand, yeah he can hear it but feeling it is better. After that it’s almost a certainty that his hand will find its way around her neck. Maybe it becomes a dom thing but not originally.

Masterlist

[ladymarycrawley]

Jealousy jealousy - John Stones

Request: John stones or rúben dias request please if you write for him, you can choose ☺️ they’re jealous over something, maybe one of your friends or colleague & they give you silent treatment because they don’t know how to express it and then you get upset but then you talk and sort it out (I went for John ofc 😅)

Warning: the right balance between angst and fluff I guess

Tag list: @masonxomount​ @chelsealover​ @stonesyy​

That night, as the good boyfriend he was, John accepted being your chaperone at the Christmas party organised by the company you worked for. You wore a coarse knitted, dark green longuette dress matched with a pair of black leather ankle boots that were one of your most prized possessions (plus they gave you some more inches in comparison to John’s impossibile height).

On his part, he was a literal dream all dressed up for the night awaiting you, wearing his black jacket and classic cut trousers.

“You look so good I don’t want other people to see you” You whispered against his chest, before placing a peck on his pecs, covered by his wool sweater.

He smiled, moving some strands of hair behind your ears to look at you better, tilting your chin up with his fingers.

“Now you’re playing the part of the possessive girlfriend?” He giggled before grazing your lips with his.

“Yeah but I also want to show off my hot boyfriend"

“I don’t like it when you make me look like a trophy man”

“Said the man who told me the other day Can’t wait all the Etihad sees how hot and gorgeous my love is” You said mimicking his voice.

John rolled his eyes “ Don’t use my words against me” He giggled.

“I love using your words against you, Stonesy” You whisper over his lips seductively.

“Don’t call me Stonesy” He replied to you in the same tone, deleting the less than an inch distance between you two, with a kiss.

-

“I understand now why you never have time to grab a drink with us after work, ‘cause you have that fine specimen waiting for you at home” Your colleague Evelyn wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at you, sipping nonchalantly on her gin tonic . Her allusive joke caused you to blush but you would have been lying if you said her words didn’t make you puff up your chest with pride for the gorgeous man you had by your side. John was standing there in all his beauty, talking to your boss. Your eyes met for a second and you shared an encouragingly sincere smile assuring you that everything was okay.

You decided to remain silent and did the same as she did, drinking the fresh prosecco wine in your glass.

“You’re a lucky girl indeed!” Another one, Michelle, echoed your favourite colleague’s words of admiration.

“Yeah but living with a footballer can be kinda risky”

You and your colleagues flashed a glance at the only male co-worker, Rob, who joined your conversation. While your colleagues’ previous exchange sounded appreciative, his was perceived as something quite critical with a bit of envy.

“Oh Jesus, this is bullshit”

“No well, it’s scientifically proven that footballers are serial cheaters who just care about money, fame and other vain things”

“Well, the majority of them can be like that but there are also some good exceptions, am I right Y/N?”

“Absolutely not, the analysis you just did is quite shallow”

“Stop that Rob, you’re just jealous”

“You’re being delusional ‘cause you all know I’m just saying the truth, they are all the same”

“Don’t mind him, he’s just jealous because he knows he can’t stand a chance with him” Evelyn admitted to your ear, referring to the lack of competition between him and John.

Rob wasn’t exactly your favourite colleague to work with, not even the one you would gladly spend your lunch break with as he was known for being unpleasant, always criticizing other people for what they did or didn’t do, justifying his unfriendly manners by saying “that’s who I am, you just hate me because I face things the way they are and I’m not an hypocrite” or something along those lines. You were the only one in the office he wasn’t too harsh with because, according to the others around you, he had a crush on you and couldn’t deal with the fact that you ended up with a famous and hot Manchester City player.

“I heard you, Evelyn and I’ll show you’re wrong. I’ve so much to offer compared to…him” He referred to John with the most disgusted tone.

You were fuming, nobody can talk about him like that, much less that man you hated with every fiber of your being who wasn’t worth not even an inch of your boyfriend.

“This is not a competition and you don’t need to show anyone your perfect match skills” You tried to dismiss him, rather annoyed with where the conversation was going “I’m perfectly fine with my boyfriend” You gave him the fakest smile you were capable of making and left him there.

Evelyn and Michelle giggled, amused by how ridiculously he was behaving, making him even angrier.

“Well, I think you can’t say that if you don’t give me a chance” He sprinted behind you, determined to annoy you waiting for the moment you would have finally given in.

“I can’t give you any chance! I’m taken, in case you didn’t notice”

“Well we both know it won’t last for long, you got the looks yeah but he’ll soon get tired and leave you”

The most tiring part of that conversation was acting as if those mean words weren’t affecting you, feeding those inner voices you were always trying to fight that would say you weren’t good enough for John and that he would’ve left you for someone better soon.

“When it’ll happen you’ll be the first one to know, happy??”

John was looking at that banter from afar, not fully aware of what was exactly happening: he just saw you two close, Rob on your side who looked as if he was saying things to your ear but you were standing with your back turned to him so he couldn’t see the annoyance on your face. That bastard was trying to flirt with you, he was sure of that.

“Yeah, I think she needs your help over there” Evelyn moved her head to the side, indicating you and Rob. “He’s so jealous he can’t have her”

He quickly excused himself and walked towards where you were, trying to understand what was going on. He was met with your female colleagues who were really looking forward to meeting him, being all charming and complimenting him on how good of a couple you were. John politely thanked them, without losing you from his sight.

“What?” The City centre-back couldn’t believe his ears, making his hackles rise.

“We think he always had a crush for Y/N and he can’t stand the fact she’s with someone like you rather than someone like…him”

The moment he saw that rat touching your shoulder, letting his arm around you the way he would usually do, was the last straw for him. Your boyfriend stood behind you, gently placing his hand on your lower back to let you acknowledge his presence but without scaring you. You raised your head to lock your gaze with his, which was clearly annoyed and silently asking to leave that absurd party as soon as possible. The fake smile you were welcomed with elicited a laugh from you. He smirked and casually squeezed your bum, hoping that dork would see who you belonged to.

John sighed, annoyed with all that was going on. The only thing he wanted in that moment was to punch that man right in the face but he knew making a scene in front of all the people from your workplace wouldn't have been a good idea. Instead he took a sip from his glass, smiled to the girls and went to approach you.

“Oh here it is, the star of the night” Rob sarcastically greeted him “We meet, finally”

“It’d be a little arrogant making this whole Xmas party about me, won’t it?” John glared at him with his best resting bitch face before drinking his wine and moving his hand from your back to your side, squeezing your hip lightly.

All those apparently insignificant motions were a way to tell you were safe now but also a way of showing that guy who you belonged to and that he should stay in his place.

“Well but you VIPs love to make everything about you”

“Okay, that’s enough! John, this is Rob, Rob that’s John”

“Yeah, I had a clue” He sniggered, eyeing John with eyes full of resentment and contempt.

“Nice to meet you too, Rob” Your boyfriend answered him ironically, his grip on you shifting to your front, where he brushed his thumb against your stomach.

Unfortunately for you, you knew that look in his eyes unmistakably well so the familiar symptoms of anxiety were starting to make their way inside of you.

To say John was fed up with the whole situation was an understatement, he would have really liked to punch that dick head and never let you go back to work. It must've been a nightmare having to deal with that person on a daily basis. Then, as a natural consequence of all his thoughts based on what his eyes just witnessed, John thought that maybe Rob had been trying to have his way with you every day at work! That thought made him even angrier as he was also getting a little bit annoyed at you too.

“Shall we go?” He asked in your ear. Your racing heartbeat was making it hard for you to focus on his voice, trying also to take some breathes in order to calm yourself down.

You nodded, leaving the now empty wine glass on the table with a loud sigh.

“What’s wrong? Are you already leaving?”

John rolled his eyes, biting on his lower lip to try and get a hold of himself.

“Yep, it’s getting late and I have things to do tomorrow”

“Well, a good footballer should stick to a strict lifestyle, right? That must be so hard”

You squeezed John’s hand in yours because you were afraid he could explode at any given moment and you wanted to avoid it.

“Come on” You whispered for only him to hear you as you swiftly waved goodbye to the other colleagues there.

John did the same as he guided you by your hips out of the venue before breaking the contact as soon as you were out.

“John…is everything alright?”

The only thing you could do was look at him with a puzzled expression as you weren’t sure why your boyfriend was acting the way he was. He didn’t give you not even a side look when you entered his car, panic clearly visible on your features.

“Yes”

He didn’t even bother looking at you; in this type of situation he would usually give you the reassuring look that would usually come with a soft smile to say that everything was going to be okay but not that time. He kept his eyes on the road, his jaw clenched and his hand gripped around the steering wheel a bit tighter than normal.

The silent treatment was something hateful to you, more than a fight because you didn’t know the actual reason behind the person’s behaviour, you could just imagine it and it was a slow and painful ache.

When you stopped at a red light John let out a loud sigh, closing his eyes and running his hand through his well combed curls.

You sighed, your eyes burning with tears in the attempt of not letting them fall down your cheeks as that act would have meant the events were to be deemed heavier than they actually were.  You didn’t do anything wrong and yet you were there letting guilt eat you alive.

“I’m so sorry you had to deal with this stupid party but I’m glad you came with me… thanks”

After your words John’s silence became even louder, making it unbearable to you. You had enough of that situation, you didn’t have the time nor the patience to solve the riddle he was submitting to you so the only solution possible was yo face it.

“John w -”

“I got jealous, okay ?? I couldn't spend any more minute looking at that rat subtly touching you, trying to act as if he was better than me and you were there not saying or doing anything and I got so angry"

You blinked at his words, kind of baffled at his confession: you have been trying to tell Rob off all night and he just said you were there not saying or doing anything??

“I didn’t want to cause a commotion in front of more than twenty people, would you have preferred me acting like a crazy girlfriend so your name would have been slammed on the first page of a stupid tabloid??”

“Oh well so you did this for me?”

“Yes, you moron! I was trying to deal with it without letting you worry over an arsehole who likes to be annoying all the fucking time just for his own fun”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this lad before?” His tone was sad, as if he was really sorry about you having to work with that man and wanted to do everything that was in his power to help you.

Nothing could stop your tears from streaming down your face now, you hated yourself for bursting out crying every time something was wrong but you couldn’t help it, it was your way of expressing your emotions.

“He’s just a prick that acts like an hormonal teenager, at work he makes some irritating jokes and then ignores me most of the time so I didn’t think it was something worth telling you about” You confessed sobbing.

“I wanna know everything that goes through your head or every little detail that you feel like telling me, you don’t bore me or anything. I love listening to you” He took your hand and placed a kiss on the back of it.

A smile crept through your tears, that being the sign of the immense gratitude you felt for that man by your side.

"But you trust me, right?"

"Of course I trust you, it's just I care about you and I love you too much. I'm sorry if I upset you"

John was sincerely sorry for what had happened, feeling slightly guilty.

You moved your hand towards his cheek, making him lift his head up to look right at you.

"That's okay, I care about you and I love you so much too. No one can ever change that"

You let your thumb brush over his stubble before leaning forward to let your lips touch in a soft kiss.

"Are you sure you don't wanna change jobs? Like, you could become my personal assistant"

The joke he cracked made you laugh, shaking your head.

"Oh John" You blushed, shaking your head amused.

"I would make your work much funnier"

"Indeed…"

"You'll do a trial period and then we'll see"

"Can I start tonight?" Your question was everything but innocent, as your hand moved closer to his crotch.

"Love me a go-getter candidate"

Trying to keep the stare on the road was getting difficult by the minute as you couldn’t help taking your hands off the perfect man by your side. You couldn't wait to get back home and show him how much you loved him, assure him that no one else could take his place. Like ever.

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Lycan 2 — werewolf

Y/N returns to her hometown, Alsfield, when her father falls ill, only to discover the town hides a dark secret—one protected by the mysterious Harry Styles. As Y/N unravels the town's mysteries, her plans to return to San Francisco are derailed.

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The last time that Y/N had been in her house had been the day after her graduation. She had just recently turned eighteen. Her father hadn’t even gone to her graduation. She had gone on her own and when her name had been called, no one had cheered for her.

The situation was very eerie for her, which was why she wanted to run as soon as she crossed the front door.  Nothing had changed, everything was still in the same place. Her mother’s paintings were still hung on the walls and even though the house was covered in dust, everything looked organized. She was surprised not to find bottles all over the house. It only meant that someone had cleaned the house before he was admitted to the hospital.

The power was off and so was the water. So, she went upstairs to check the state of her old bedroom.

“Great” she mumbled, as she saw that her room had become a storage room. Her bed was covered with clothes. She couldn’t even walk past the door without bumping into some type of furniture.

Y/N couldn’t stay at the house and not because the bedroom was disorganized but because there was no power or water. However, that didn’t mean she couldn’t take one of the cars. She loaded her bags into the trunk of her old car and started her drive back into the town.

“Finally! I’ve been trying to get a hold of you ever since you left!” Evelyn said as soon as she placed her phone on speaker. “I was freaking out!” Evelyn worked with Y/N, and they met at the office. She had quickly become her best friend in the last few years.

“Sorry. Everything has just been very hectic” She exhaled loudly as she carefully drove down the streets.

“I’m guessing you already visited him?” Evelyn had been caught up with all the details of Robert’s and Y/N’s relationship. She knew everything that Y/N had endured. Since Y/N had told her, Evelyn held lots of respect towards her.

“No. I’ll do that first thing tomorrow. It’s all so weird. It’s like time had stopped. Nothing has really changed” Y/N explained, “The only thing that has changed is the mayor. At least that’s what Niall told me” She shrugged thinking aloud.

“Niall? Who is this man?”

“I met him on the bus. He lives here and told me that there is a new mayor in charge of the town.”

“Was he cute? Did you get his phone number?” Evelyn asked as she walked through the grocery store, getting a few things for a recipe that she had seen online.

“What is this obsession with getting me a boyfriend?” Y/N laughed as she drove past her high school.

“Maybe it has to do with the fact that you are almost twenty-six, and you’ve never had a boyfriend?” Evelyn laughed, “Sorry to break it to you babe, but that is just very odd”.

“What can I say? No one has caught my eye before! Plus, it’s only unusual for you because you’ve always had a boyfriend since you were like ten”.

“Thirteen, bitch” Evelyn corrected her, noticing that the man beside her trying to figure out which cereal to take home was watching her.

“Alright. I’m a believer that whenever the time is right, I will get a boyfriend” She explained, “Anyway, I got to go. I’m pulling into a hotel to get a room for the night. I’ll text you if anything happens”.

“Fine. Love you” Evelyn called out as they hung up.

Y/N pulled into the well-lit inn. It was the most decent hotel.

“Welcome! How can I help you?” The receptionist asked her with a big smile.

“Hi, do you have a room available for the next week?” Y/N asked as she looked around the lobby. She used to dream of staying in the hotel ever since she was little. Unfortunately, even if her parents had wanted it was too expensive for them to afford.

“We do! Is one king bed all right for you?”

“That would be perfect thank you” Y/N nodded as she looked through her purse for her wallet.

“May I have a credit card and some ID?” She asked, just as Y/N pulled them out. “Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N?” The woman asked after looking through her credentials. “It’s me, Ava! We used to sit together in AP bio?”

“Right! Ava Harrison!” She had changed quite a lot which was why Y/N hadn’t been able to recognize her. For starters, she was now a short-haired redhead as opposed to her long brunette head of hair in high school.

Ava reached out and hugged her over the counter.

“How’ve you been?” Ava asked, genuinely curious about her life, “Last time I heard from you was after graduation. People were saying that you had run away”.

“I’ve been good!” Y/N giggled, trying her best not to look uncomfortable even though she left like it. She hated speaking about that era of her life. “It’s not that far from the truth. I went to college in California. I am currently living in San Francisco”.

“Oh wow! You accomplished all your dreams. Not like the rest of us,” she made a face just before swapping her credit card. “What are you doing here?”.

“How is your family?” Y/N asked wanting to change the subject.

“They are good. They are still living in the old house. You are welcome to pass by” Ava smiled, “Alright your room is on the fourth floor, and it's room 102. Breakfast is at eight. Here is your key, and please let me know if there is anything I can do for you.” Ava was still curious about her sudden arrival, but to her, it seemed like just a casual visit. So, she abstained from inquiring further.

“Thank you, Ava. Say hello to your parents for me.” Before she could take the elevator up to her room, she needed to retrieve her bags from the trunk.

Y/N closed her trench coat and tighten it as much as possible as a gust of chilly wind hit her as she walked out. There was no one else in the parking lot or driving down the street which made her walk faster towards the car. She cursed at herself for parking so far from the main entrance.

Y/N couldn’t shake off the feeling that someone was watching as she attempted to open the trunk of her car and get her bags out.  Suddenly, the sound of something in the woods startled her. The sound made her skin crawl and for a second, she considered leaving her things in the trunk and getting them in the morning. Terrified, she turned to look at the source of the shuffling which came from the woods across the parking lot. She leaned forward and squinted her eyes in an attempt to get a clear view of what was making so much noise.

Two glowing eyes stared back at her from the depths of the dark woods. She took a step back, trying to get some distance from what was staring at her and that’s when she felt something grab her.

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