#she still loves him. she still adores him. she's trying to separate the old life and the kept memories and the new experiences though.

[graviconscientia]

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●●●●● | ATTRACTION

●●●●● | AFFECTION

●●●●● | INTEREST

●●●●● | LOYALTY

●●●●○ | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

[repulsiveliquidation]

Mikrokosmos || Grace Clinton

summary: Grace loved her little world. she didn't know if others would too.

a/n : i don't know what this is but it's fluff! there is insinuation of sex but nothing else.

Grace was a private person. She loved her people with her whole heart but she kept her work and family separate. Don’t get it wrong, she loved her team and adored being the baby but there was a bubble in her home that she didn’t want them in. 

Her mikrokosmos. 

There were two people in there that mattered more to her than football. She was willing to do anything at all to protect it from the outside world. 

You were sitting in a quiet little bookstore one day, your little nephew in your lap. He was munching on a bit of sausage from your sausage roll as you read a little novel in a corner. The smell of coffee mixed in with the books perfectly, you found yourself sitting here every other day to relax and get some peace away from your chaotic life. 

“Is this seat taken?” a Liverpool accent asks and it startles you a little. You look up and see the most beautiful pair of eyes looking down at you. The Liverpool accent smiles, pointing to the seat across from you. You stutter and nod, smiling at her awkwardly. 

“He’s cute,” the accent tells you, smiling at your nephew Jake. He giggles and the accent giggles back, her hand coming up to tickle his cheek. 

“Say hi Jakie,” you tell him, his hand grabbing at the girl tickling him. 

“Hi Jakie, I’m Grace,” she says, cooing when his little hand finds her finger. 

“He likes you,” you tell her, book and pastry forgotten. 

“That makes two of us,” she says with a grin, looking up at you. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here with the cutest baby in the world?” 

“It’s quiet, plus he likes the strawberry tart Michelle makes.” 

She turns to Jake, who’s trying to eat your blouse, to boop his nose. “You, little man,” she begins, booping his nose again; he giggles, “have great taste.” 

Grace stands, eyes sparkling in your corner of the quiet bookstore cafe.

“Can I buy you another coffee and a tart for my new favorite person?” 

“Only if you promise to sit here a while and share.” 

“Deal.” 

“Baby! I’m home!” 

“Mama!” 

A two year old knocks into her knees and she picks him up, heart growing fonder when his little giggle rang through the living room. 

“Hi little buddy,” Grace smiles, walking into your office with Jake on her hip. He tucks his face in her neck, calming into her hold when he feels her rub his back. 

“Hi baby,” you greet Grace, looking up from your desk in the corner. Your heart melts when you see Jake already falling asleep in her arms; you were struggling to put him down for his nap earlier so he was a little grumpy at tea. 

Jake was your nephew but when your sister fell into some bad habits, he was about to go into the foster system. You loved him dearly and couldn’t bear the idea of leaving him so young so you made the decision to adopt him. He had always called you Mommy when he first spoke and didn’t know his mother to be his mother. She abandoned him when she got clean and wanted a new life abroad with her boyfriend so you raised him as your own. 

Sure it got your weird stares since you were so young and Jake looked alot like you since his mother looked like you too. But you didn’t care, he was going to be loved and cared for under your roof, who cared about who said what. 

When Grace came along, you warned her about the things you had heard people say about you. Her job would have only brought on more stress for you and her so you were prepared for her ‘i can’t do this’ speech on the second date.

But Grace surprised you with her honesty and willingness to work it out because she didn’t want to lose you and she certainly didn’t want to lose her little buddy. 

Grace was young and didn’t need to deal with a practical newborn and a girl who was still getting her life in order but she didn’t care. She wanted you both and she was willing to do what it took. 

One thing she did the best was protect you both from rude people and weird stares. She wasn’t afraid to call people out and make them feel bad for their behavior. It made you uncomfortable at first but when you saw that more and more people left you alone, you were grateful to her. 

“Jakie here needs his nap, I think,” she says, kissing his head. 

“I tried to but he refused so you’re welcome to try,” you tell her, watching as she got a cheeky grin on her face before disappearing for a while. You hear her faintly bargaining with a two year old down the hall before the only thing you hear is the traffic below and your rambling thoughts. 

Seeing the time and deciding to clock out of work and start on dinner, you walk out of your office after turning everything off. 

Grace isn’t in the bedroom or the living room where she usually is so you tiptoe to Jake’s room. 

Grace was in his bed with him on top of her, both of them snoring just a little. Her legs stuck out from the end and her hands touched the floor but you never loved her more than you did in this very moment.

“Oh Grace,” you mumble, pulling your phone out to take a picture. You send it to your mum and make it your wallpaper before leaving the door ajar to start on dinner. 

Grace walks into Lionesses training grinning at her phone. Millie T sees her and watches as the young striker types fast and doesn’t stop grinning on her phone. She sneaks up on Grace and it startles her, making her drop her phone in surprise. 

“Mills!” 

“Sorry Gracie, who’s got ya grinnin’ like that eh?” 

“Nothin,” Grace provides, checking her phone for cracks. Millie grabs it out of her hands and runs away with it. She dodges through the rest of the girls in the gym, laughing her head off as Grace chases her. 

“Mary! Stop her!” 

Mary, who’s just walked in, grabs the lanky Millie and holds her tight, before Grace grabs her phone off her. 

“Who’s that you’ve got on your screensaver huh? Grace has got herself a little wife, girls!” 

“Shh Millie!” 

“Who’s got a wife?” Tooney asks, drinking from her water bottle. 

“Little Gracie does.” 

“I don’t,” Grace defends, “not yet at least,” she mumbles to herself. Grace walks away from the girls who are gathering around her, putting her headphones in in hopes that they’d get the message. 

Beth comes and sits beside Grace, stretching as the young United player does. The rest of the girls have gone back to warming up, Millie T standing at the weights looking a little guilty for outing her friend. 

“I’m happy for you Gracie,” Beth tells her quietly after they get their boots on, leaving the girl conflicted. 

Grace comes home after training exhausted. Sarina had them working hard as they had some important games coming up. The smell of your world-famous lasagna filled her senses when the front door shut behind her. 

“Is that Mama I hear at the door?” she hears you tell Jake before the soft patter of feet gets louder and louder. 

“Hello, love,” Grace sighs, holding Jake in one arm while snaking the other around your middle. You feel her muscles relax when your warmth blends into hers. Jake wriggles around in her arms after a while and she puts him down, watching as he goes back to his building blocks on his play mat. 

“I missed you,” she mumbles, hugging you from behind as you stir the tomato sauce. Grace kisses your nape and you lean back into her a little, realizing you missed her just as much as she did. 

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” you tell her, both of you looking at Jake who was showing the dog what blocks he had, “we both did.” 

Grace pulls out and you turn over, watching her reach for the wipes she kept in her side table. 

You drag a finger over her warm skin as she cleans you both up, leaving soft kisses all over the marks she’s left on you. 

Her face says something entirely different though, like there was something bothering her. 

“Grace?”

“Hm?” she looks up at you and you watch those eyes you fell in love with look troubled. 

“What’s wrong, love?” 

“You’ve always been able to tell when something’s bothering me.” 

“It’s because I know you, darling,” you say softly, sitting up and reaching for her chin to look up at you. “What’s the matter, lovely?” 

“Millie saw you today,” Grace sighs, now sitting cross-legged with you. Her fingers trace along the insides of your forearms, beautiful eyes refusing to look at you. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Millie got my phone and saw you and Jake today.” 

“Okay,” you say, taking her hand in yours. “So?” 

“So? I’ve never told anyone about you two. Not even the girls.” 

“Why not?” 

Grace thinks, wondering what her excuse was. 

All the other girls never hid their relationships. 

Why did she?

“I love having you all to myself, I don’t want to share what we’ve got just yet.” 

“Oh honey,” you coo, realizing where all this was coming from. “The girls will understand, Gracie.”

“I don’t want to make you feel like you need to hide who you are with them.” 

“You’d never let that happen, Gracie,” you say, leaning in to kiss her soft lips. “Never.” 

You stand, walking backwards into the bathroom. You’re taunting Grace, hinting at round two in the shower. 

“Besides, I’d love to meet the girls who don’t know the baby has a baby.” 

||

“Who’s that?” 

“Who’s who?” 

“The girl Gracie’s with,” Maya gasps “and the cutest little boy ever!” 

“You wanna say hi little buddy?” Grace coos, taking Jake out of your hands before walking out towards the girls. You follow her and strike up a conversation with Beth, Lotte and Leah, watching Grace out of the corner of your eye. 

The girls fawn over Jake and seemingly Sarina joins in, practice for the day delayed by about a half hour. 

“This is what you’ve been hiding Grace?” Millie quips, tickling Jake a little as Mary makes faces at him. 

“They’re very important to me, Mills.”

“I get that,” she nods, “I’m happy for you Grace. Thank you for sharing them with us.” 

You’re sitting in the stands with Jake, watching as his eyes light up when Grace shows off her skills. He becomes a little fussy at nap time and Sarina, to your surprise, takes him from you and holds him the entire hour he naps on her shoulder while you do some work on your laptop. 

At the end of training, Grace hops the barriers to get to you. The girls have already come over and taken Jake to the locker room, his giggling makes your heart grow fonder of the girls you’ve watched on tv for years and heard stories about. 

“I think that was a successful day in the office, don’t you think?” Grace says tiredly, sitting beside you. 

“Mhm, it was,” you turn and face Grace, her perfect smile on her face when your eyes lock with hers. “The girls love Jake and it’s clear they love you. Thank you for letting them into our little world. I’d love to share more of it with them.”

“I think they’d like that.” 

“Jake! I am utterly heartbroken that you said she was your favorite!” 

“HA! I told you he liked me better!”

“FUCK OFF LOTTE!” 

“Leah! Language around the baby!”

“PWUCK!” 

“Oh no.”

[vibratingskull]

Ok after doing my silver haired Thrawn drawing I got a cool idea for a Thrawnx Fem!reader.

So I know in Chiss Culture grey hair usually means you sired great offspring. Sooooo when Thrawn starts to see grey hairs coming in he gets a huge sense of pride. It also makes him want even more kids with human (y/n) and he is trying to convince her like “Don’t you see my hair we are destined to have badass kids so let make more.” And then spicy stuff👀

I love your writing so much keep it up!

Hihihihihihi, that counts as breeding kink in my book! Thank you dear ❤️

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags : Thrawn is a peacock dad, bredding kink, P in V, creampie, knot, matting press, lovey dovey, fluff

Thrawn stands proudly, looking down at the crib with gentle possession and a deep desire to protect. 

His secondborn wriggles in his arms, trying to see the baby from her station while his first daughter is on her tip-toes to look just over the rail of the crib, devoured by curiosity. 

“Welcome your baby brother.” He announces. 

The little boy is four months old but for his peace and tranquility, you kept him separate from your daughters. This is their first official meeting. 

“He is so little.” Thimasa, his firstborn declares, “Why does he not move?” 

“He is napping for now.” He explains, leaning forward to help Thegusa in his arms to see. “Speak softly, daughters, a baby’s hearing is very sensible.” 

Immediately Thegusa erupts in joyful sounds and laughs discovering the newborn, extending her small arm to try and reach the baby. Thrawn supports her well to make sure she doesn’t fall over. 

Thimasa snifs 

“Where do babies come from?” 

Thrawn chuckles and gently pinches his daughter’s cheek. 

“They come to life through a long and complicated process that you will find terribly boring if I explained it.” 

“Ah.... Will I know it someday?” She tilts her head towards her father. 

“Of course. You will have classes on that subject, for your protection and peace of mind. ” He nods, caressing her blue-black hair. 

Thimasa inherited his hair color but not Thegusa. All three are blue with red eyes but not everyone has forehead bumps or his sharp cheekbones. All three received his nose, however.  

He doesn’t mind, he loves discovering pieces of you in your children.  

“He’s Blue!” Little Thegusa agitates herself in his arms, pointing in the baby’s direction. 

“He’s blue indeed, you are correct, ch'eo en'kin” He approves with a smile, caressing her cheek. 

He doesn’t baby-talk to his children, addressing them as adults, but he adores witnessing you melting and going completely coo-coo over your babies. Right now Thegusa is discovering her Chiss vocal cords and loves to point out colors in everything she sees. 

“You’re grey!” She giggles once more, grabbing one of Thrawn’s strands of hair and pulling on it. 

He delicately opens her little fist to free the hair, bobbing her up and down. 

“I am, correct once again.” He approves. 

He slicks the hair back with a feeling of pride in his chest. He earned those gray strands. He gets more for each baby and the ones for his baby boy are slowly appearing. He grins remembering you complaining that you will gain grey hair while aging while he gained his for siring great offsprings. He tenderly kissed your temple, promising that even with only white hair you would still be the most beautiful woman in this universe and the only one in his heart. 

His baby boy suddenly yawns with the biggest stretch his baby limbs would allow. 

“All right, Ch’eo k’etens," He declares, “Let your little brother rest, he needs calm and peace. Thimasa, your classes resume soon.”  

She grumbles but obeys like a good kid, he looks at her heading towards the door, his heart compressing with love. 

4 years old and so serious already, she will go far in life. Maybe a Speaker? She already proved herself capable in the delicate art of negotiation, she almost got that nightcat she keeps asking for and he has no doubt in his mind at the age of 8 she will have her way against you both. 

Thegusa already has a very solid grip on her small body despite being only 18 months old, she learned to walk and even run and climb terribly early, giving you heart attacks when she simply disappeared from your sight. She will make an efficient warrior, he could already envision her in the army, training recruits, making them unstoppable soldiers as she climbs the ranks! 

His son... He doesn’t know yet obviously, but going by his new grey hair, he must also have a prodigious future ahead! Maybe a doctor? A surgeon who will revolutionize the medical world! A healer in the family... 

He tenderly kisses his second daughter’s cheek while she whines and yawns. She still needs her naps too and she presses her little head in the crook of his solid neck. Thimasa leaves with her teacher as Thrawn heads towards another part of the nursery of the Mitth Manor to lay Thegusa in her bed to sleep. 

He observes her with so much love he feels like he could choke. His babies, his blood, his children... The next generation secured. However, a lot of his compatriots would argue that your three children do not belong to the Chiss race. 

He misses his big brother, he would never have approved but he would have stood at his side no matter what and took care of the children as a doting uncle. He has no doubt that half Chiss or not, Thrass would have been crazy about his nieces and nephews. It is a certainty. 

Thrawn silently heads to your shared suite to freshen up. He would have preferred a privatized apartment in the middle of Cs’aplar like he used to own, but Patriarch Thurfian formerly forbade you to freely roam around the Capital of the Chiss, locking you down the family Manor. Thrawn did not hesitate a second and moved back into the Manor he used to avoid like the plague, full of politicians and syndics of all sorts. He would not let you all alone before the snakes. 

Patriarch Thurfian did not appreciate that move either but kept his thoughts to himself. 

Thrawn enters your suite and immediately goes to the bathroom to clean himself of his long day. When he reappears before the foggy mirror, he cannot help but tilt his head in several angles, admiring his new gray hair. 

What dignified look they give him, what presence he exudes now! Each time you go out just the two of you you have fun pointing him at how many women turn back to admire him walking away and how many jealous gazes he earns from the men. 

He doesn’t let that go to his head, but it amuses you tremendously so he lets you have your fun. 

He brushes the outline of the grey strands... He indeed gained some more for his baby boy. 

“Yes, Ch’acah. Your precious grey hair are still there, do not worry!” You yawn. 

He spins his head towards the bathroom’s open door. You must have finished your shift while he was in the shower. You sniff, taking off one boot and your red jacket as you sit on the bed. 

He details your body, checking you out while he combs his new prestigious hair. 

By the Warrior, you are so beautiful! You complained several times that the pregnancies had effects on your body that you did not really appreciate but he just... cannot see what you see. 

You are the epitome of beauty in his eyes and those three pregnancies only make you shine brighter in his chiss eyes. 

“What?” You ask, tired. 

He verifies the knot of the towel around his waist and enters the master bedroom. 

“Nothing. I was just admiring you.” He confesses. 

You snigger. 

“Yeah, I don’t think there is still a lot to admire after an 11-hour shift.” You gasp, making your spine pop after a hard day of work. 

“On the contrary, that hard-working attitude of yours only makes you more beautiful and worthy of admiration.” 

You snigger harder. 

“We’ll say that, don Juan.” You kick your second boots off your foot, “I hope I still have warm water!” 

He contemplates you up and down as you slowly undress like he isn’t even here. You simply undress to take a shower, not trying to impress or seduce anyone, but holy warrior he can feel his blood fleeing to his virile member under the thin towel. 

He deeply inhales as you take off your velvety top and get rid of the red pants. You’re slightly softer around the waist than when you met, courtesy of the pregnancies, but he would lie if he said it did not make him hard like wood.  

That body that birthed his children, his legacy, the most precious being in the universe... It deserves nothing less but neverending love and attention from him.  

He lowly hisses, feeling his powerful muscles starting to roll under his thick chiss skin in anticipation as he details your breast lifted in your bra and the roundness of your ass.  

You approach to kiss his cheek and walk past him for your shower but he immediately grabs your hips, keeping you here. He dives his nose into the crook of your neck to deeply inhale your sweaty musk, making him salivate. 

“My shower!” You giggle, trying to detach him gently. 

But he digs his fingers in the flesh of your hips, keeping you trapped as he gets high off your scent. 

You smell so good! His sensitive Chiss nose is titillated by so many pheromones, but some are way more interesting than others. 

You are ready. 

Ready to bear another child, to give birth to another chiss baby. 

He refrains a growl from escaping his throat as he licks your skin, tasting your hormones on his tongue. 

You’re making his head spin so dangerously, sensual temptress! And most probably other Chiss men’s heads too, parading yourself like that! 

“Thrawn, I just want to-AH!” You yelp as he captures your legs to carry you bridal style to the bed. 

He gently lays you down on the mattress, following you as he kisses your pretty neck with delight. 

That scent...  

Oh that scent...  

That marvelous scent! 

His blood is boiling in his veins as his member gets hard just thinking about another heir. Another baby of you both, your baby... 

He waited 3 years for Thegusa and 1 year for your baby boy... 

He doesn’t have the patience to wait another month for you to become pregnant again!  

He wants to breed you again right now! See you round and heavy with another one of his children! Tasting your pretty pussy all puffy and swollen with the pregnancy! Taking care of you in all matters of things! Seeing your delectable tummy getting round as you glow so hard you blind everyone in the Manor, him first! 

He salivates at that simple thought and starts humping your clothed pussy with his hard and warm shaft, so tensed it is painful. 

“No shower for you.” He decides arbitrarily, “Stay in bed with me.” He offers, kissing his way up to your face. 

“Thrawn...” You gasp as he grabs one of your boobs to knead it while he licks your cheek tenderly. 

“I want another child, Ch’acah, give me another baby. I beg of you...” He deeply growls as he captures your mouth for a passionate kiss that he knows makes your head spin so much. 

“I-Thrawn! I just...” You just manage to say between his kisses. 

He enters your mouth with his tongue as he feels your lips swelling up against his. He robs you of your air until he feels you panting in the kiss. Only then does he deign part from your delicious mouth. 

You gasp, taking a big breath. 

“Thrawn... I just gave birth, be reasonable.” 

“No. I do not have to. Not when so much more of our children should roam the universe!” He counters, licking the tip of your nose. 

“Thrawn... I gave you three already. It is plenty..” 

He lowers himself, kissing your clavicle as he pushes your bra out of his way to take your boob in his mouth. 

“Mmmmmmmmmmh... No. Chiss families are full and so many babies are birthed each year. I have to accomplish my duties and offer a lot of children to the Ascendancy. I want you full of my semen, please Ch’acah... You’re the only one for me, you are my ch’acah...” 

He sucks hard on the nipples, hollowing his cheeks as his tongue crosses the nervous bud, lathering it with his saliva and letting roll down the hill of your boob. He makes a real mess, soaking you in his drool like a famished carnivore who just found a juicy piece of meat. 

You are always so delicious to devour, to lick, and to savor. He cannot get enough of you, you are his oxygen, the only one able to reduce him in a primal, feral state, humping the covers in a desperate chase of friction. 

He would crawl before you with a leash at his neck if you promised him access to your body each time he craved it like poison. 

Your sexual pheromones make his head dangerously spin and your little gasps and whines just titillates his breeding instincts harder. He humps your pussy hard, the remnants of water drops rolling on his skin making him shine under the light. 

But by far, this is his eyes the biggest hint of his despair. They shine so bright his black pupils simply disappear under the red light, and they caress your exposed skin with a delightful red shade. 

He cannot take it anymore and bites down your nipple, making you yelp. He wants to see your tummy bloated, his virile seed oozing out of your swollen quivering pussy. He just purchased a new plug, perfect for your sensitive human skin. He wants to take you languorously until you pass out in his arms and give you so much you already look 4 months pregnant, he wants to rut into you until you scream his name for all the Mitth Manor to hear, for all those males to know who’s wife you are. 

They already know, your marriage was not especially a secret after you gave birth to a blue-skinned, red-eyed baby, but a little reminder is always welcomed. He sees how they turn their heads toward you, that hunger in their Chiss eyes, a mix of disgust and deranged curiosity to taste exoticism once in their life when they get a whiff of your human pheromones. 

Humans’ pheromones are less easily concealable than Chiss’ and you fill entire rooms with yours, titillating Chiss’ sensitive noses, letting them all know that you are fertile. Thrawn already had to shut down some of his compatriots who were ogling you a bit too much to his taste. 

Contrary to all of them, he has the privilege to enter the same sheets as you and take care of your oh-so-fragile human body... 

Oh, how he loves those jealous burning gazes on him when you are pregnant, they would die before admitting they want to try what you offer, but their gazes do not lie to him, they are so deeply jealous. But he is the one coming home to you when evening comes. 

To the adorable little alien making everyone’s head spin. 

He ostensibly sucks two of his fingers, looking right into your eyes and he pushes them past the hem of your panties, circling your little clit while he resumes his work on your nipples. You mewl, defenseless as he toys with you like he knows you adore, giving your delicate pearl all the attention it needs to awaken your desire. 

But not enough to make you cum! This is a job for his mouth and cock, right now you need to savor all the sensations! 

“Say yes, Ch’eo Ch’acah, bless me again. I will spoil you rotten. This universe needs more of you, of us...” 

“I... I...” You pant, your beautiful face red in his infrared vision. 

He flicks your bundle of nerve several times, making you shudder dramatically, prompting you to close your legs in a desperate attempt to stop him, only caging his hand on your sweet pussy. 

He grins as he rises to bite down your lower lips. 

“Come on... You know how important it is for me, Ch’acah. We discussed it before. Admire my hair, our offspring are destined for grandeur, they are destined to save the Ascendancy with me. They are the heroes everyone awaited for! You cannot deprive the population of their rays of hope.” 

He accelerates his ministrations when you open your mouth, tempting you with another kiss as he lets his lips hover over yours with a satisfied smirk. You grab his torturous hand playing with your pearl to stop him but you are already too weak under his touch and just manage to hold onto him, your grip trembling around his wrist. 

“Only you can have my children. Only you can drive me insane with lust and love. Don’t you want another baby? Another little one to brighten your days? I know you want more, you cannot lie to your husband, not to me...” He furiously brushes your clit making you arch your back against his broad chest, your mouth forced agape to plead mercy. 

But Thrawn has no mercy on this subject... 

“You only have one word to say and I will be all yours, Ch’acah. My entire Chiss body will be at your entire disposal. My entire focus just on you...” 

He lets out a satisfied growl as your face gets bright red at his word, like your core between your legs, shining with shimmery red. He lets his lips soar right above yours and just as you’re about to kiss him, he lowers down, escaping your desperate lips, kissing his way down your breast to your stomach. 

He stops, looming over your venus mound, right where your womb hides from his eyes and he presses his lips on the soft flesh, fondling it lovingly, delighting himself in this gem of nature. He gives it a long lap with the flat of his tongue and goes down again, right between your thighs. 

He hooks the side of your panties and pulls them off his way to discover your delicate pussy. He trails the slit with just the tip of his finger making you tremble irrepressibly. He notes delighted that you started to get wet and your slick now coat his finger. He raises it to observe the glistening substance with hungry attention and licks it clean, looking dead serious into your febrile gaze with a loud moan of satisfaction. 

“Delicious, as always, my sweet. You always make for the sweetest treat I have to refrain myself to not eat you out each morning for breakfast.” He licks his finger clean sticking his tongue out, full of promise. 

You huff. 

“We eat breakfast in the communal room!” 

“Did I stutter? I could eat you out with an audience. It would be my utmost privilege.” He lets ring in the Master bedroom. 

You gulp as he places himself between your thighs with a playfully dark grin. He dives his nose into your pubes, deeply inhaling our sexual musk. 

Oh for warrior’s sake... He needs to pounce now! To bury himself in your pussy, to make you scream his name and spurt his load deep inside your womb... To breed your sweet body again. You are just so beautiful with the pregnant glow, he feels the need to be chained just to keep his hands off of you. He should think about purchasing new cuffs for you to chain him again after he broke the formers into pieces. 

All your sexual pheromones hit him like a ton of bricks, making him so deliciously dizzy. He lets out a deep growl of satisfaction and takes a big sloppy lap at your pussylips with the flat of his tongue. He licks your folds nice and well, teasing your sensitive sex with the promise of so much more. 

You yap and your thigh muscles contract in response. You quickly close them by reflex, imprisoning him against your pussy as he loves so much. His hands slide in between and spread your thighs open for more comfort. 

One day he will let them cage him and suffocate him until he is fully satisfied or when he finally passes out of lack of air. That would be a lot of fun! 

But that will be for another delicious evening, maybe to celebrate your new pregnancy. He will lick you until you cry real tears of overstimulation. 

He trails your slit expertly with the tip of his tongue up and down, coating his tongue with your slick, feeling it starting to drip out of you. He presses his lips on your pussy and sucks it and drinks it with a loud satisfied growl. 

That’s the kind of drink he love, so much better than any cocktails! 

He spread your pussy lips open and laves at your hidden flesh with glee as your shake with pleasure under his care, mewling and gasping like a good girl. 

He loves those evenings between your luscious thighs. Sometimes when he lacks inspiration or ideas he just grabs you and opens your legs wide on his desk and eats you out until his motivation comes back, licking his lips with satisfaction. 

You generally walk out with wobbly legs and your slick rolling down your skin. It works very well! He usually has a fresh new mind after those delicious sessions and his problems aren’t that big of a pain in the end. 

“Thrawn...!” You gasp trembling, your hand gripping his wet hair. 

He purrs loudly as he takes your clit in his mouth and proceeds to suck it like a lollipop. He flicks it, wipes it, and drums it, glides it and twists it between his lips, savors it like a treat. 

He feels your sweat rolling on your thighs and your slick beading off his jaws, getting drunk out of it. 

You gasp and moan, your body undulating under your husband’s attention. All your blood flees to your southern mouth, fluffing up your inner muscles like pillows while you open your mouth wide in a silent plea for him to slow done. 

But Thrawn doesn’t slow down, he is getting high off your body and will not let you escape him. 

You lower your gaze to see him, eyes closed shut, focusing so hard on your taste as he laps your pearl like he is on the verge of dying of thirst, while his hips hump the thick cover of your wedding bed, desperate for some friction. 

You slam your head back into the pillows as he flicks your nervous bud at high speed, sending shockwaves of pleasure into your tight cunt, your eyes rolling inside your skull. Your hand rolls into a fist around his disheveled hair as he grabs your flesh by the handful, locking your hips to his desperate mouth 

He gently bites down your clit, making you yelp in return. He sniggers and kisses it tenderly as to say sorry. 

He circles your pearl and crosses it with his tongue, licking it up and down, making you wetter and wetter as you hold on to him for dear life, your other hand threatening to tear the cotton of your mattress. 

He darts his tip and harasses your precious little nub like he would harass an enemy’s ship, never leaving you time to recover and recompose yourself.  

He deeply sighs as he feels you creaming on his tongue and gives a last, fateful brush at your palpitating clit. 

And you come undone in his mouth. 

You scream Thrawn’s name, your back arching impressively under the sheer tension of your orgasm, pressing his head against your pulsating core, making you both see stars. All your muscles contract under the pressure before relaxing, squirting in his mouth. 

You fall down, all strength evading you with an “oof”, releasing his hair, letting your hand fall down on the mattress while you pant, all sweaty and goosebumps all over. 

He kisses your pussy lips a final time with a loud purr before rising on his hands, licking his lips as he looks at you, shaking under him. 

“Thank you very much, Ch’acah. Flavorful and refined as always.” He wipes his jaw with his thumb before sucking it clean, “Did I make my point? Should I give you more arguments?” 

You raise your trembling hand to him, panting, before letting it fall, fatigued. He grabs it and intertwines your fingers together, looming over you with a stern expression but sparkling, mischievous eyes. 

You open your mouth to speak, only for a gap to escape you instead. 

“I am all ears, Ch’acah.” He purrs, getting rid of his towel to finally meet your skin with his. 

You shiver as you feel his tip poking your sensitive pussy as he undulates his body on yours. He lets his face soar over yours, taunting you with his lips, promising a kiss that he keeps denying you. 

“Thr... Thrawn...” You gulp. 

“Yes? Tell me, Ch’acah. I am hanging out of your words.” He darkly grins, brushing your nose tips together. 

“Please... Please...” 

“Please what? What do you want? I cannot read minds.” 

“Please... Make love to me, take me....” You beg, digging your nails into his back, trying to press him against you but he remains looming, taking support on his hands. 

“Can I make you a new baby? Take you raw and breed you until you cry your pleasure in my hands?” He asks with his rich velvety voice. “Can I, my sweet...?” 

“O...Okay...” You back down, giving him what he craved. 

His purr lowers a few octaves and his first order of business is to give you that kiss he kept from you. He presses your lips together, embracing them deep and long, meeting your tongue with a growl of satisfaction, like a carnivore. 

He parts from you, a string of saliva liking your two mouths. He breaks it with his tongue and a snigger and sits on his ankles between your legs, parts your thighs wide open, and aligns himself with you. 

You feel him probing your entrance with his fat tip, coating it with your essence, holding his length he draws sweets circles with his tip, lathering your pussylips with his precum until you feel him press against your quivering hole and entering at last. 

You gulp, all air escaping you as his girth spreads your inner muscles open, stretching them to their maximum.  

“Breath, sweetheart. You always make it fit...” He encourages gently, his powerful abs rolling under his skin as your inner warmth caresses and squeezes him so deliciously. 

He throws his head back at all the sensations you are giving him while you cry out each time one of his ridges grazes your G spot. 

“Warrior...” He breathes out, his eyes coming back on your form as he keeps pushing deeper, “So much...” 

He draws sweet circles on your hips with his thumb as he keeps pushing, splitting you in two with his girth and length. 

Like he always does. 

You grab his two wrists and dig your nails in his thick Chiss skin as you grit your teeth, trying to not break under the pressure. 

“There... Here we go, my sweet. All is inside...” He praises with a chuckle as you finally feel his hips pressed against your rear. 

You pant heavily as he lets you time to catch your breath, but you can feel his cock twitching with impatience inside of you. You gulp, inadvertently contracting your muscles around him. 

“Careful.” He grins deviously, “If you don’t want me to pound you right away, you better not repeat that...” 

“Tha-that’s not voluntary...” You defend yourself, trying hard to remain sane. 

“Was it? You know how to play with my body so well...” He circles his hips voluptuously, making you bite your lips with a yap, “Maybe you are secretly trying to push me to my ultimate limits...” He whispers lowly with his deep voice. 

You sigh, licking your lower lips as you slowly relax. Thrawn hums appreicatively. 

“There, I feel you relaxing all around me. Breathe deep, I will help you.” And he resumes his grazing of your clit making you yelp, “Welcome it deep in your flesh, Ch’acah. I cannot wait...” 

To make himself wait he keeps drawing circles with his hips while you mewl under his caresses. 

“So beautiful... That bulge inside your pussy is truly magnificent, I love admiring it each time I enter your tight cunt... This is such a sight, Ch’acah.” 

“Ah...! Mo-move...Please!” You start begging, trying to undulate your hips against his. 

But his cock is like an anchor, keeping you still and stuck under him. 

‘’Patience Ch’acah, a little bit more or I am afraid it is going to hurt you.’’ He tempers, but accelerates his caresses on your clit sending shockwaves in your pussy. 

You feel your saliva rolling down your jaw as your clit palpitate under the pads of his careful fingers. 

He always takes such good care of you… 

‘’I feel your pussy squeezing my cock so hard… I love it so much.’’ He praises, rubbing your pearl at high speed, ‘’I think this is good now.’’ 

He grabs your legs and throws them on his shoulders before laying on you, keeping you stuck under his weight in a tight mating press. 

You gurgle an incoherent sentence as your pussy opens up as he tilts your hips, allowing him to slide even deeper than usual. 

He starts with shallow thrusts, testing the waters gently, admiring how your muscles stretch and welcoming him deep inside your most secret place, undulating all around him. 

‘’You give me so much Ch’acah, the way you strangle my cock is like nothing else… Tight human cunt for me to play and breed.’’ He whispers. 

He accelerates his thrusts steadily, making you see stars as you feel him slip out and ram it back inside like you were just a toy for him, but he always remains careful of your fragile human body, never forgetting the size differences between your two species, no matter how rough he might get. 

He tenderly kisses all over your face while rutting inside of you like a machine, steady and powerful. He tilts his pelvis in such a way it doesn’t hurt when he plows you down, but just cuts your breath each time he pushes his entire length inside. 

You open your mouth wide to breathe and he takes the opportunity to clasp his lips on yours, languorously kissing you like he knows you love, making your head spin so easily it’s ridicule. The rocking of his hips is so powerful you almost bite down his tongue several times in your confusion. 

You gasp, feeling his tongue dancing and embracing yours like a sensual tango, while he sighs of satisfaction in the kiss. He parts from you, barely shaken up while you pant again. Truly, a human is no match for a Chiss’ stamina as he loves to remind you each time you enter his warm embrace. 

He usually remains awake, hugging your form while you fall asleep, exhausted by such activities, cradling you tenderly while kissing your temples while you cockwarm him nicely. 

“Mmmmmmmmmh... Your little body is such a delight to me, ch’eo Ch’acah. I do not know what I would do without it, truly. You hold me in a chokehold, you could kill me anytime you so desire I would not be able to fight back under such bliss...” He brushes your nose tips, licking your lips with a guttural purr, praising you for all the pleasure you give him. 

You are way too fucked up to understand a single of his sentence, the only things your brain still register is the increasing pleasure pumping up in your veins at each of his deep thrusts. You feel your inner muscles do their best to allow him to move, but it is always a miracle with his size. 

“Oh, you drool all over yourself, my sweet... Is that my doing? Do I give you that much? Good, I do not intend to stop.” He declares like a sentence “ And what if I do this?” 

His hand slides between your two sweaty bodies, reveling in the softness of your skin until he reaches your clit and grazes it. 

“What a reaction, my treasure. I barely touched your sweet pearl and you clenched so hard around me...” He purrs, peppering soft kisses on your lips. 

He starts massaging your clit seriously, making you yap and moan in hopelessness, eyes closed to survive the pleasure you are receiving. You gulp, feeling his knot swelling up and hitting your entrance as he rolls his hips at a hungry pace. 

You cannot do anything under his massive body, you are completely stuck at the entire mercy of your husband’s will. 

But he wants nothing more than your love and pleasure, he dedicates his entire energy and will, serving at your feet with beatitude, kissing them reverently before looking into your eyes with so much love you wonder how it is even possible. 

But it is true, you are his person 

Thrawn’s person 

His intended, his promised 

You circle his shoulders to hug him tight, digging your nails into his shoulder blades and making him throw his head back in ecstasy. 

Your pussy furiously convulses around his thick shaft as he keeps brushing and twisting your clit like a master, making you helpless and useless between his hands. You gasp as he undulates his hips so deliciously that you see real stars exploding behind your eyelids, his ridges grazing and titillating your G spot with such ease. 

“You shake so much, Ch’acah. Do not worry about anything, you are safe in my arms, I will never leave you alone. Ch’eo Ch’acah, Ch’eo Ch’acicoh, ch'eo bsetah rcati... Let me take care of everything, I will protect and devote myself to you and our children till my death...” He begs out loud, ramming into you like a desperate animal. 

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, kissing it urgently as you could break in his hands, his free arm sliding under your back to hold you so tight your ribcages complain. 

“Let me breed you, Ch’eo Ch’acah. Let’s have a new baby, a little one for the two of us. Bless me again and illuminate my days brighter! Let me make you a new baby, my sweet! Oh, I beg of you... Give me one more to save our worlds.” Thrawn pleads, plunging inside of you with abandon. 

Your pussy spasms and quivers around his cock and with a fatal twist of your clit, you cum hard. 

Your body arches and your toes roll, you open your mouth wide to scream the name of your husband for all to hear, bright fireworks behind your eyelids blinding you. All your muscles contract as one and you feel your cunt clench tight around Thrawn’s shaft, trying to retain him inside. 

Thrawn hips thrusts become erratics and he pushes a final time all the way in, gasping as your tight pussy swallows his swollen knot, plugging your cunt shut as he cums inside of you, your pussy kneading his entire length to milk him for all his worth.  

Thrawn cums with a growl ending up in a long sigh, pressing his forehead in the crook of your neck, his hand caressing your cheek so tenderly while he takes back his breath, his warm respiration blowing on the goosebumps of your sweaty skin. 

You wince as he relaxes on top of you, weighing down on your legs and ribcage painfully. He immediately notices and raises back to relieve your tensed body; allowing your legs to lay down the mattress at last. He lays back down on top of you, nudging his nose in your neck while you feel his pulse palpitating in his knot inside of you. 

“Ch’eo Ch’acah...” He whispers, grazing your cheek and jaw with just the tip of his fingers like he would brush a petal, “Ch'ah ch'acah vah cseo ch'otcah bi...” 

Your chest rises up and down rhythmically against his large pecs, you gently caress his shoulder blades, drawing sweet circles on his thick blue skin. You open your eyes to look at him, discovering your husband with a stern expression but devouring your face with sparkling eyes. He lowers to your level to softly capture your lips. 

You respond with a sigh. 

“I guess I earned my shower now?” You demand with a tired chuckle. 

He considers you with a hum before sneaking his two arms under your back to lift you up from the mattress.  

You yelp, still knotted. You circle his waist with your legs and his shoulders with your arms, hanging onto your husband for dear life. 

He leaves the bed and carries you to the bathroom, to sit on the edge of the tub and turns on the warm water, letting it fill the tub slowly. He expertly spins on the edge to enter and sits down his ankles in the water, knot still swollen inside of you. 

“How about a nice bath where you do absolutely nothing while I keep rutting into you?” He kisses your temple with a purr, “You deserve some sweet lovemaking and attention after that shift. Let me take care of everything, Ch’acah, that would be my pleasure...” He tenderly caresses your back, purring loudly. 

Simply happy to have you in his embrace. 

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @thrawnalani @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo@empresskrennic @davesrightshoe @elise2174 @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @janjtje @helrose8 @debonaire-princess @courier-jackalope

[ominous-feychild]

✦ MY WRITEBLR INTRODUCTION ✦

Hey! I've been here for a while and I've somehow amassed a shocking amount of followers and mutuals, so I figured it's finally time for me to force one of these out for you guys!

(And you know... a masterpost... when I get around to it. 😅😭)

About me:

✦ Barlowe (she/her)

✦ In my early 20s

✦ A writer of 10 years ✦ working on novels for 6 of 10!

✦ Less dedicated to—but still interested in!—drawing, animation, photography, and cinematography

✦ AuDHD and a grey lesbian (aka I'm leaning asexual) ✦ (my writing may or may not be a special interest)

✦ I have a whole bunch of other neurodivergencies besides AuDHD but I don't think y'all want me to get into all of them, haha. ✦ oh, and I say "haha" a lot. I apologize in advance.

✦ I think I'm hilarious and make jokes constantly

✦ I use a lot of emojis and tone tags to help convey tone. Please forgive me if it's annoying, it's to cope with my inability to communicate. /lh /hj

Masterlists:

✦ General ✦ Worldbuilding ✦ Sun and Shadow ✦ The Arcane Rifts ✦ Rising From the Ashes

(will be added eventually)

My Obsessions:

✦ Fantasy, horror, mystery, action, and exploration of realistic characters' reactions to the things they go through.

✦ Fairy tales, mythology, and folklore

✦ "Ye Olde History" and language

✦ DIVERSITY!!!

✦ Explorations of "evil-coded" characters and abilities--aka, not just showing them as evil. Show them as people (for characters) and tools (for abilities)!

✦ Traumatizing my characters just like I've been

✦ Traumatizing my characters in ways I haven't been!

✦ Learning!!!

✦ Talking way too much about the things I like to the point that I need to make a whole separate post to share it so it doesn't clutter my intro post... oh, hey, why is this linked?

✦ THE AESTHETIC!!!!

My Aesthetics:

Those who've been following me for a bit probably know that I adore "the aesthetic" and try to make my posts look nice... even if there's no real reason to besides that it gives me a little serotonin. Here's my favorite aesthetics!

✦ Starry; night sky ✦ Dawn / dusk ✦ Sunrise / sunset

✦ Nature! ✦ Forestry ✦ Cottagecore ✦ Rustic ✦ Ocean

✦ Literally all of them, please and thank you

My Writing:

✎ Sun and Shadow

Everything goes wrong for Freya Ula when she leaves her simple life as a fisherwoman to get engaged overseas. Her ship gets wrecked, she finds out her dad's been hiding secrets from her for her whole life, and, oh, she gets framed for a terrorist attack. Wait, WHAT!? After the city's greatest detective is attacked and disappears before she could consult with him, Frey has to enlist the help of his kid and her would-be fiancée to find out who framed her and clear her name. If only Crow was half as good a detective their dad was supposed to be.

Main characters: Freya, Crow, Daleira

✦ Urban-esque high fantasy ✦ purposely very tropey in places ✦ however, as always, I love throwing in curveballs. Wonder what's played straight and what I'm going to emotionally destroy you with. Definitely won't be Crow.

✦ Slow-burn romance between Frey and Crow ✦ immediate interest between Frey / Daleira ✦ oh, look, it's a love triangle? ✦ JOKE'S ON YOU, IT'LL ACTUALLY BE POLY ✦ it's just... going to take a while.

✦ Lesbians, lesbians everywhere ✦ though Crow is actually genderfluid and uses they/them for the first book ✦ despite barely having anything written I've already plotted a bit of book 2 ✦ I desperately need help.

✦ Unsurprisingly is a detective mystery with action mixed in ✦ I'm not typically a romance writer, I excel in action fantasy ✦ please have mercy on my soul

✦ Lots of magic, it's high fantasy + victorian aesthetic ✦ (aka "gaslamp fantasy" if you've heard of it) ✦ Frey's got sun-themed magic ✦ gasp, I know ✦ Crow's got shadow magic ✦ wonder why this sounds familiar ✦ Daleira's got, hm, well it's also shadowy! ✦ spoilers 😘

✦ About to be updated en-masse for a writing contest!!!

✎ The Arcane Rifts

Ghosts of past tragedies haunt the town of Kavo after decades of neglect. Fantastical creatures desiring nothing but fear and destruction hide in invisible tears in reality. Gangs and the police are at constant war with one another, there's a shapeshifting monster running amok, and the mayor's assistant suddenly wants a disabled orphan kicked to the streets. A year ago, Gene was discovered in the forest on the outskirts of town, half dead, amnesiac, and unable to even speak the local language. As he had nowhere to go, he was brought to the orphanage of Kavo for a place to stay. Now Caspar, the assistant of the mayor and the man who funds the orphanage, wants him kicked out. When Gene's left to the cold, cruel streets of Kavo on his own, he has to navigate through a town ravaged by decades of neglect and intrigue. Has the corruption truly been purged from the government? Why are godly forces active in Kavo, a small town in a backwater country? And most importantly--will Gene survive?

Main Characters: Gene, Tazin, Mislav, Ludmila, Rada ❧ Gene and Tazin for book 1 ❧ the other 3 start being MCs books 2 and 3 ❧ I guess Nikolai is also a MC tho

❧ Industrial-era rustic high fantasy ❧ mixes fantasy, action, horror, and mystery! ❧ oh helloooooo "ominous feychild" origin? ❧ very strong folkloric and traditional fantasy inspo ❧ except I mean "traditional fantasy" as in ❧ "we don't understand this magic stuff but we're used to it" ❧ not "travel the world adventures!"

❧ VERY involved story with strong themes of discrimination, poverty, exploitation, trauma, and the recovery from trauma ❧ each main and secondary character is one flavor of discriminated against or another in-universe ❧ obviously I try to write it respectfully, but you can't really write bigots being bigots "respectfully"

❧ Has two "main plots" going on simultaneously; technically three ❧ I periodically give the reader updated "character guides" ❧ like they get more recent plot info added kinda like a red-string board to keep you, the audience, up-to-date with info you might've otherwise missed ❧ I think it's really cool and people seem to enjoy it ❧ I know it seems like a lot but please give it a chance

❧ I've literally plotted out pretty much the entirety of the first and second books, and know most of how book 3 will go, yet there's very little out for the current version of the story ❧ part of that is because I'm paused on the 3rd draft

❧ There's lots of timeskips throughout the first two books, but they're mostly to age up the protagonists! Gene, the MC, starts the series at 7. I promise it's not a kid's story though.

❧ The "secondary MC", Nikolai, is the police chief investigating magical stuff going on at the same time. They tie in with the main story involving Gene, though won't appear to for a long while.

❧ The "golden child" series I love more than SaS; however it's on hiatus because I promised people to work on SaS first and SaS is more popular as a romance-focused story. :/ ❧ I would never be salty about that.

Taglist:

For everything: @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet @illarian-rambling @ashirisu @urnumber1star

@the-letterbox-archives @48lexr @aalinaaaaaa @thecomfywriter @an-indecisive-nerd

@seastarblue @rae-butter

For Worldbuilding: @paeliae-occasionally @pluppsauthor @thelovelymachinery

For the Existentials: N/A

For the Avatars: @thelovelymachinery

For Sun and Shadow: @mysticstarlightduck @paeliae-occasionally

For the Arcane Rifts: @paeliae-occasionally

For Rising From the Ashes: N/A

For the Storm Avatars: N/A

For the Order Avatars: @thelovelymachinery

For the Magic Avatars: N/A

For the Fire Avatars: N/A

For the Water Avatars: N/A

To be tagged in tag games: @honeybewrites @aalinaaaaaa

Ask and ye shall be added

Divider by @cafekitsune

[hazbinhappy]

Hi! First of all, happy spring break! I hope you enjoy your time off! ♡

I love Husk so much, he needs love to heal his dead heart 💔 so maybe femreader who's at the hotel with everyone and he finds himself catching feelings. And it terrifies the hell outta him. He hasn't felt anything like it in so so long, maybe nothing ever this strong. He has no idea what to do about it but the longer he's around her, it becomes more and more difficult to keep his feelings to himself. (If you like angst, maybe he pushes her away at first and she's hurt by it and it leads to a blow up which ends in his confession.)

Aaaand an idea for Overlord!Husk. We still don't know much about that part of his story, but let's say one of the souls he owns is readers. How he got her soul can be up to you. He starts to develop real feelings for her but she doesn't think they're genuine since she thinks she's just his "pet"

A/N: I am enjoying my spring break! Just lounging around, playing video games, and drawing! And of course writing and doing matchups! I hope I do these two well! I separated them with separate gifs! I changed up the first one a bit! god i just love overlord husk my man my man my man i went so hard on this for husk actually not being my top favorite (he is a top 3 three) I decided to mix the singer one with this overlord husk due to catching feels and being sweet <3

I feel like he is someone who clocks his feelings quickly or ignores the fuck outta them until he can’t anymore

I think in his past life he may have been married, but divorced because of his alcoholism and gambling addiction

So when he meets you he’s fine in the beginning. You’re just a soul who is trying out this redemption thing. So what?

But then you start to come to the bar more and more often. You don’t even get alcoholic drinks. Just Shirley Temple’s or non-alcoholic versions of drinks.

It confuses him because why come to the bar, silently have a drink, and then leave?

Eventually you start to talk with him, but you’re sober. You’re not drunkenly confessing anything, you’re just making light conversation, maybe a thing or two about your past or current life.

Soon, maybe a couple months, he starts opening up too and enjoys having conversations with you and in fact looks forward to when your freetime matches up so you can talk or even play cards (“What’s on the table?” “It’s just a friendly game of poker, Husk. Nothing more, nothing less.”)

Angel teases him one day about how he’s smiling more and seems to perk up whenever he hears your voice or even the mention of your name

That’s when it really sets into his mind and he starts to think about it.

Unfortunately that soon leads to him becoming avoidant and shut off from conversations leading to the same on your end as well before evolving into you guys simply not talking anymore

This actually upsets Angel and Charlie (moreso Charlie, but Angel decides to take care of it because we all know how Charlie can get a bit too involved in things)

Angel and you have a little heart to heart and Angel just…. He just laughs because it’s funny to him! You two are old souls who used to be married (and divorced) and y’all don’t know how to handle love anymore!

Angel comes up with this big grandiose plan on to confess but you settle on just a simple “smoke break” confession/trapping him on a break

Husk is standing on the balcony for a breather as you slip in behind him. He goes to leave but you purposefully block the door.

It’s a back and forth mini-argument. You planned on confessing first, but then he just blurts it out like a middle schooler admitting his first crush.

It’s a bit silly. This old man just blurts out his feelings as you’re standing there silent.

It’s a sweet moment to though because you give him a hug and cheek kiss (sorry I am a sucker for those I find them adorable) before confessing as well

Thankfully the hotel can run as normal without all the tension

Poor Alastor though he was loving all the misery and sadness coming from you two, mainly from Husk; he provided no real good advice

Did you know that most casinos don’t have clocks or windows so you don’t know how long you’ve been there and keep staying :D

So the only person with a watch is Husk and that is like a hidden pocket watch that he only checks when he gets a drink

I think that reader may have been one of the first souls he got! Or maybe the first he got specifically for the casino. He wanted some entertainment for the place to also keep people coming or staying so that’s what he uses your soul for!

He probably just smooth talked you into it or you made a silly bet and lost so you now have to work for him. So your relationship doesn’t necessarily start bad because you don’t hate him depending on if you choose the losing bet option, but if you choose the tricked option then it doesn’t start off well

Eventually it does get better over the years!

He starts to pay you a bit more and finally allow people to tip you; he doesn’t mind if you gamble because I like to believe that he houses people in an area above the casino so he has another layer of control as well

He tells his workers whether or not it’s daytime if they ask in private; when people know what time it is for your show they’ll be an announcement of like “Show in thirty minutes” so patrons are still in the dark about the actual time

He now doesn’t visit your shows with the idea “Yeah I own them”, but instead “Aren’t they gorgeous and saying a good job, say they’re doing a good job or I’ll fucking cut you-”

 At this particular show you sing “Once Upon a Dream” (a song from your favorite movie as a child Sleeping Beauty came out in 1959) just to change it up from all of the loud game noises and yells in the casino

When you look over at Husk with that sweet smile and look as you walk around, even running your fingers across the back of his chair before doing so to some other people

It makes him feel giddy for some reason even though he wasn’t the only person who you gently touched… but he was the only person who you gave that look to

After your shift ends and you’re in the dressing room grabbing your things, he was leaning on the doorway smoking a cigar

“So, doll, do you look at everyone that way when you sing or just me?”

“Jesus, Husk! Warn a person before you sneak up on them.”

 “Apologies, so?”

“...Well…um…the song-”

“No is a sufficient answer.”

“No… I don’t look at everyone that way when I sing.”

“Mmm, nice to know. Have a good night.”

It’s not necessarily an odd conversation, but it’s not solidified in what you guys feel about each other

It is very flirty between y’all though and it’s known that you are off-limits and your are his

You question it a lot (and so do other people) considering he owns your soul and he specifically made you an entertainment piece at his casino, but he definitely takes you out and lets you have more freedom than the other souls, so your worries aren’t completely squashed, but you feel better

[oh-stars]

Bated Breath

Love is being able to say you’re sorry and mean it.

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 1373 words |  CW: light angst, mentions of cheating | Rating: T  

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They’re not perfect. Steve never claimed to be, even if Eddie always joked about how perfect King Steve Harrington was, and he never assumed Eddie was either. They’re human and Steve knows better than anyone how cruel and unforgiving even the kindest people could be. What matters is they try, really try, to understand one another and work together. 

But sometimes, it feels like Steve’s the only one trying. 

It’s been three years together now, three fantastic years, and Steve has loved every second of it. Even the nasty fights, the bouts of depression, the long recovery days where their bodies won’t cooperate, and the lows of life that have come and gone in the meantime; all of it. He adores Eddie, truly, and would go to the ends of the earth for this man, but at the end of the day, it can’t all fall on him. 

Not for this. 

Steve leans against the door, elbow perched through the open window and a hand in his hair as the wind flows through it. The chill of the breeze is nice, cooling Steve’s temper the longer he drives mindlessly around. He’s circling the city, taking back roads and winding around suburbs until his gas tank or his mind is drained. Whichever comes first. 

They’ve fought before but never like this. Steve fights with everyone, it’s how he bonds with people. Little debates turned into childish fights between him and Dustin or teasing Robin until she hit him in jest. And that’s how he and Eddie clicked, between bonding over their mutual exhaustion about Dustin and bickering over the tiniest of issues for the sake of arguing. It was innocent and for the most part, Steve knew where the line was and would deescalate before they got close. Sure a stray comment or two would pass it, but he was always quick to apologize, to make things right. 

When they were still in Hawkins, living separately, there would be one fight a month-ish. Something minor that turned big because of outside issues or sour moods – or nerves hit blindly. They’d take some time to feel and then they’d come back to one another. 

But without fail, Steve apologized first. 

And now that they live together, that trend continues. Something happens, Steve apologizes. It’s more noticeable now that they’re fighting a bit more frequently, especially as they learn how to be around one another twenty-four seven and meshing their lifestyles together. So he gives them a little grace, he takes the first step to be the bigger man. If there’s anything Steve’s good at is apologizing when he’s wrong, when he needs to. 

Not this time. 

He tugs at his hair a little, then drops his hand to hang out the window and play in the wind. There’s no music playing, his own thoughts too loud to hear if there was any on. Steve’s eyes flick from the road to the tiny clock on his dash that he can barely read with the setting sun. He’s been driving for three hours already, just… out. 

It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal, really. It didn’t have to be. Eddie just… He doesn’t think sometimes, Steve knows. His mouth works double speed and then panics when his brain catches up. Robin does the same, he gets it. But at the end of the day, he crossed the line. He hurt Steve. 

“You’re being an idiot,” Steve sighs to himself as he turns the car around, heading toward their apartment in the city. It’s true, he’s throwing a tantrum over something small, but… Eddie reopened an old wound that time hasn’t fully healed. 

The drive back isn’t long enough. 

Steve parks in the lot and grabs his jacket and keys. He closes the door and– 

“Steve?” Eddie’s leaning over the railing of their balcony, concern and surprise twisted on his face. There’s a burning cigarette in between his fingers and he’s wearing a pair of Steve’s sweats, nothing else. His hair is tied up, but nearly coming undone all around him. He darts back inside before Steve can call up to him. 

He locks his car, dips and heads toward the elevator up to their floor. Steve’s leaning against the wall next to the elevator when the doors to the stairwell bursts open. 

Eddie’s sprinting toward him, barefoot and shirtless, arms pumping at his sides. He slides to a stop on the rough carpet so fast Steve’s worried he’s going to have carpet burn on the soles of his feet. “You’re back,” Eddie pants, eyes so wide and worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. He drops his hands when he tries to reach out, shoving them into his pockets instead. 

Steve nods, but doesn’t give him more than that. It’s petty, childish even, but Steve’s not perfect. 

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says. “It was careless of me to– There’s no excuse.” 

“Okay,” Steve says, crossing his arms. Something in his face must say to continue if the way Eddie shifts and straightens says anything. Guess they’re doing this here. 

Eddie takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair, pulling strands out of the bun even more. “I was an idiot. I– Your birthday is coming up,” Eddie starts, emphasizing with his hands, “and you came home early today, which is fantastic! I love that! But I wasn’t expecting it and I panicked, right? Because I’ve been working hard on this and I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”

“So instead of telling me you’re working on a gift,” Steve says slowly, “you made it seem like you were cheating on me?” 

He winces and his face goes bright red. “Did I mention I’m an idiot?” He rubs at his face and groans. “I don’t know why I thought you would think it was funny. It’s so far from funny. I guess I just– To me,” Eddie says, hand pressed to his chest, “cheating on you would be worse than murdering someone. I could never hurt you like that, would never want to. My heart just isn’t built like that, Stevie. My love for you is all consuming and everything I could ever want. You’re my everything and I just–” 

Eddie sighs and his shoulders fall as he hunches in on himself. “I guess I thought it was obvious I would never cheat on you. I didn’t even think of it as a real possibility and that’s so stupid of me, because of course you wouldn’t see it that way.” 

“Eddie,” Steve says with a sigh. 

“I know,” Eddie says, “it doesn’t make any sense. I just needed to buy a few more minutes before you saw your gift early. I regret ever saying anything, I do. And not just because you’re mad at me,” he adds quickly, “but because I know how your mind works and you’re going to be scrutinizing everything now.” 

Eddie takes a small step forward and reaches out for Steve. Steve lets him, leaning into the touch, letting Eddie cup his cheek. “I’ll show you every day just how serious I am about us, Stevie. If you’ll give me the chance to show how much I love you, how devoted I truly am to you, how fucking sorry I am for putting those doubts in your head. For all of it.” 

“I’m still mad at you,” Steve whispers, before he kisses Eddie’s palm. “But you can make it up to me.” 

“I’ll do anything.” 

“Let’s start with a massage and go from there,” Steve says as he hits the button for the elevator. 

Eddie holds his hand the whole ride up. They’re not perfect, Steve doesn’t want to be, but they do try their best. When they get inside the apartment, Steve pulls Eddie in for a hug, not for Eddie but himself. He slips into the comfort, the ease of his love, and breathes him in. His brain isn’t kind to him, going over everything with a microscope, but at least it quiets as he holds Eddie close. 

He lets out a deep breath, exhaling most of his anxieties. When he inhales, all he can smell is Steve’s favorite candle that always makes him feel better and Eddie. 

--

Thank you @lady-lostmind!

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[lmskitty]

teacher AU totally dumb ficlet for fun

The worst arguments that have happened in the satosugu house ranked.

5. Aged 11 Nanako and Mimiko turned Geto's shirt pink in the wash and blamed Megumi. They had to be separated at dinnertime because Megumi pulled out Rabbit Escape and swarmed the front room with rabbits that kicked Nanako and Mimiko in the face. Gojo held Megumi in the air stopping him from pulling Mahoraga while Geto held the twins on the table. Tsumiki sat at the table petting one of the rabbits. Dinner was ruined. No cursed techniques were allowed in the house after that and the twins and Megumi were sent to their rooms. Tsumiki finished her dinner and continued to pet the rabbit unbothered.She named it floppy because of its notable ear difference.

4. Megumi pretended Gojo was invisible for a week and didn't exist because he kept coming to pick him up from school in clothes matching his despite being asked not to. Megumi was 8 and it hurt Gojo deeply especially when Geto found it incredibly funny and started doing it too. Gojo did not enjoy this and apologised properly to Megumi.

3. Megumi defaced Nanako's BTS posters drawing moustaches on them all after she kept putting pictures of sea urchins online and tagging him as it. Geto and Gojo established a "no going into each other's bedrooms" rule which worked until the twins room got into such a state that their dad's had to intervene and amend the rule that people shouldn't go into each other's rooms for nefarious reasons. Retrieving laundry should be allowed.

2. Gojo and Geto had been known to bicker from time to time however they had had few genuine arguments. Geto binned a hoard of Gojo's sweet wrappers he was storing in a drawer without asking. Gojo was hoarding them to enter a competition with the details on the back and receive a life supply of the mochi brand.

Gojo yelled at him for binning his stuff without asking.

Geto said he wouldn't have to if Gojo tidied up after himself instead of leaving a wake of soft drink cans and wrappers throughout the house like a child.

Gojo asked if he had married a fucking tanuki since he seemed to love going through his garbage so much.

They spent a day not talking to each other and directing comments to their kids like "Tsumiki can you tell your dad to pass the ketchup" Tsumiki stood up and yelled that they were both acting like children and ran upstairs. The shock that Tsumiki could yell ended their argument.

1. Gojo put Geto's cast iron pan in the dishwasher.

It was a genuine mistake but Geto still took it v personally. Gojo offered to get him a new one, Geto enraged said that not everything could be fixed with goddamn money and that the pan was the first piece of kitchenware he had brought himself with his money as a sorcerer and had cared for since the age of 14 and that it just represented an ongoing argument between them that Gojo treated everything trivially that it could be fixed with money rather than communicate and treat things with care. Gojo said he didn't like that he saw him like that.

Geto said he should try thinking about things from other people's perspective then. Gojo scrunched his nose but took a moment.

"Then show me. I don't get it, I don't work like that but I don't want to live like this and hurt the people I love."

Geto stared at him for a moment and then gave him a kiss before showing him how to care for the pan properly with oil, putting it in the oven, explaining how it worked. Gojo listened intently and after that never made the same mistake again. He also started therapy. He knew Geto was right, when you can use infinity everyday things seemed trivial but the look on Geto's face when he was upset was enough to make him want to adapt and learn.

(Bonus: Tsumiki once kicked over a laundry basket in a fit of tiny 7 year old rage. Geto tried hard not to laugh at her adorable anger as Gojo spoke with her and she revealed that it wasn't fair that she had to be perfect while everyone else was able to be naughty and she didn't like it and didn't want to keep being good. They told her she was a child and was allowed to express her emotions so long as she wasn't hurting her self or family members and no one wanted her to be good, they wanted her to be Tsumiki and happy to be so. Tsumiki said good and that she wouldnt bottle it up anymore.

At dinnertime she stood and politely said that she hated peas and didn't like the way Gojo cooked potatoes. She sat down and then burst into tears and said she had gone to far in expressing her emotions. Gojo and Geto instantly pulled her in for cuddles. Megumi said she could have gone further and that all of Gojo's food sucked. Gojo called his comments rude and unnecessary. Megumi rolled his eyes and ate his peas.)

[blorbobutworse]

More Teen Dad Logan AU:

he's around 20 when this happens, having gotten his GED at 18, and taken a year off to settle more into normal life and bond with Laura.

I think he would actually love community college. There's a ton of different people of a ton of different ages. Firefighters, other single parents, other young people, even retirees.

I also imagine he takes up boxing, as advised by Charles, to get him to talk to other people. The fact that he's good at teaching is quickly discovered, and he finds himself with a part-time job.

I also believe the best degree would be something technical, like welding or autobody. Hell, he might even work towards getting a degree to work with Motorcycles since he likes his so much.

Now, imagine: he's finished his classes and he's going to go home for lunch before heading to the boxing gym, when he gets unfortunate news: Victor can't keep watching Laura, because his Evil math professor threw a project on him that was due that night, and his groupmates were all non mutants, and thus not allowed into Xavier’s.

Logan explains the situation to his boss, planning to just head home and stay there, to which his boss just responds: why don't you just bring your kid?

He's a little unsure, because for all his talk about how much he loves Laura he's also tried his best to keep his work life and personal life separate.

Still, making money and getting to take care of his kid sounds good. Victor agrees to stop by the workout center to drop her off.

He picks her up with one arm like a piece of luggage, and slings her diaper bag over his other shoulder. He breathes, nods to Vic, and turns He walks into work, and there is a beautiful, ringing moment of silence-

and then everyone attacks them.

See.

Here's the thing.

Despite Logans young age, his demeanor and experience sort of led everyone to believe he was in his mid twenties, early thirties. So, they sort of thought he was going to bring around a kindergartener, maybe a preteen.

Not a toddler.

And, Laura is adorable. She has tiny little low cheek dimples, Logan's piercing blue eyes, an her hair is a light mousy brown. Even cuter, she was already giggling hysterically from being carried around like a fancy dog.

This, obviously, means that the entire room of grown men are immediately turned into a pile of goo.

Logan's swarmed by roughly 30 guys, all trying to say 'hi' to Laura first and show her 'all the cool stuff; they can do. This ends up ranging from an older man squeezing a heavy grip machine, to the seventeen and nineteen year old doing handstands. Lo just freezes, pulling his daughter closer to him in an aborted motion to protect her from the wave of people surrounding them

Finally, Logan's boss manages to wrangle (ie. scream even louder than Sabretooth himself) everyone away from the baby and back to doing their lessons.

The next half hour is pretty typical. Logan helps people on their form, does a guided fight, and assists the older man unwrap his hands after his practice.

Then, seventeen year old boy, a redhead, and nineteen year old. a brunet, are muttering in between each other for a minute after their lesson. Eventually, they flit over to Logan to ask. He's waiting for something to do anyway, with Laura in his lap as she plays on his phone.

Logan agrees to watch over their match, and calls for them to start.

In less than twenty seconds, something seems to change. The brown haired boy says something that obviously irritates the seventeen year old. He twitches, and then thumps the other boy with a punch to the gut that sends the nineteen year old strait to this knees, where he gags.

everyone in the room stops to look, and it's only then when they realize that Laura just saw that.

They think she's going to be frightened, maybe even burst into tears. She's little after all, she must be scared or at least freaked out.

Instead, she throws her head back and cackles in a way that would be terrifying if she wasn't three.

....it was still a little terrifying.

(Logan chuckles too, but that's mostly because he knows she's copying sabretooth.)

[delilaahh9]

Matilda

summary : her parents never truly showed love to their daughter, but one day, she meets Jack and it’s like the Hughes instantly brought her into the family. But she had to leave, for a long time, but they do reunite eventually.

warnings : neglecting parents, separation, mentions of depression and anxiety

*July 2013

You were riding your bike to the sound of "It's No Big Deal"And you're trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheelsNothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now So you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal

Matilda had been biking for hours, she did this often, to get away from her parents yelling and bickering, whether it was at her, or because of her. Eventually, she reached the park, where she would hop off and swing until the sun began to set, except this time there was a group of boys, roughly around her age.

She decided to tune them out - or try to- by sitting in the farther swing from the playground, but that was short lived when a younger boy with a leafs cap came up to her.

“Do you like hockey?” The curly headed boy asks.

“um, yeah” she hesitates and looks to the other two boys who she assumes are his brothers, watching the whole interaction.

“Wanna play with me and my brothers? we need a 4th person”

She looks to him, then the two and back to him before deciding she would like to play.

“She said yes!” The little boy cheered as he ran infront of her to his brothers.

“sweet, now we just need to pick teams” the older one says.

“She can be on my team” Matilda turned to the voice and and locked eyes with the brightest blue eyes she thinks she has ever seen. He was cute, adorable even, but what brought her life was that fact he chose her.

“I’m Jack by the way- that’s Quinn and that’s Luke” he says to her as he goes to grab her a stick while she ties up her hair. “I’m Matilda” she says and takes the stick.“Pretty name” she smiles back at him and they start the game.

“Do you live close?” The game has ended but Jack and Matilda are still at the park, sat side by side on top of the play structure just observing and talking.

“sort of, far enough I don’t like to walk here” she replies and he chuckles.

“I get that, I think I’ve seen you bike past my house before. When me and my brothers play basketball”

“I wouldn’t doubt it, I bike a lot. Feels better then being at home”

There was silence before he asked.

“Do you not like being at home?” it was kind of a personal question, he knew his mom wouldn’t like what he asked but he wanted to know.

“it’s alright, my parents just fight a lot, either with me or because of me so if I’m out of the house then maybe they stop fighting, at least I hope they do. do your parents fight?” She asks back.

“No, I don’t think so, I mean one time they bickered back and forth because my dad was supposed to pick me up from hockey but he thought my mom was, but then they realized they both never actually talked about it so that was it”

She started thinking to herself, maybe it wasn’t normal how often she heard her parents yell, more then them just talking.

“Hey if you ever need to get out of the house” Jack starts and she looks back to him.

“I live just down that street, basketball and hockey net in the driveway”

“thanks” she mumbled and they continued to sit there for a while.

Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright

But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside

You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days

It’s none of my business but it’s just been on my mind

August 2013

It had been awhile since Jack had seen Matilda, she had gotten really busy with soccer and he spent a lot of time with family.

But that doesn’t mean he stopped thinking about her, everyday he wondered if she could safely get out of the house when she needed to, and how bad her parents could really be. He didn’t want to make assumptions, but he worrys when she’s not with him, because when she’s with him, he knows she is safe.

But today was different, he had nothing to do and it just so happened Matilda had gotten into a huge fight with her parents, so bad they told her to get out and she didn’t know when she could go home. So the Hughes house she went, turns out they live 5 houses away and across the street from each other.

With red eyes and a tear stained face, she walked up to the door and knocked three times, but it wasn’t Jack who answered, it was Quinn.

Jack told Quinn about Matilda’s parents, he didn’t want to tell his parents but he had to tell someone.

“Oh Tills” he sighs and brings her inside.

“Is Jack home” she asks quietly, then noticing how quiet the house is.

“No it’s just me, but go sit on the couch, I’ll get you some water” he assures her and she she goes to the living room, observing all the framed photos around the living room and house, all the decorations make it seem cozy, compared to her own house. If it weren’t for the girls size 7 shoes at the front door anyone who would walk into Matilda’s wouldn’t know her parents had a child.

A few minutes later, Quinn appeared from a hallway with a glass of water and a cookie which he set on the table infront of them and sat down next to her.

“What happened?” He asks softly.

She sighs and chuckles a little bit while wiping the tears from her face. “I don’t know why I’m crying, it isn’t that bad” she sighs. “My parents and I got into a fight, but they told me to get out. I just wasn’t expecting it I guess” she paused and looked over to Quinn, who looked worried and shocked. “what?”

“They kicked you out of your house?” He asks in disbelief. “I mean not for good but like… I don’t know they probably just wanted to calm down” she says and he still looks shocked.

“Matilda, this isn’t okay. You need to tell someone about-”

“No!” She exclaims. “Quinn you can’t tell anyone please, I promise I’m alright I’m just crying because I’m mad at myself for arguing back. I promise I’m fine” She says but he’s torn. Whatever is happening with Matilda and her family, isn’t good but he doesn’t want to hurt her even more.

“lets focus on something else” he says quietly and she relaxes back into the couch. “Jack will be home soon anyway”

Quinn didn’t stop thinking about that moment for weeks, she’d come over and hang out with all 3 of them everyday for a few weeks until school started but since her and Jack attended the same school, she would go over after school and do homework.

Everyday she would have the brightest smile on her face, without fail, but Quinn knew what was happening, she would tell him and not Jack, it was bad, and he knew Matilda was hiding it all.

You framed all your posters and dyed your clothes, ooh

You don't have to go

You don't have to go home

Oh, there's a long way to go

I don't believe that time will change your mind

June 2019

It had been 3 years since she last saw the Hughes family, they moved from Toronto to Michigan leaving Matilda alone. The first 6 months ish were terrible, horrendous even, she hated going to school and hated being at home, so she spent a lot of time at that park.

highschool ended and she was a completely different person now, her style was different, perspective on life, after junior year she was also aloud to move out of her parents house and in with her grandparents about 2 hours away, which she now has a restraining order against her parents.

But now, she wanted to be with the Hughes, so she isn’t going to be attending university and instead going online, so when there’s a chance to see them, she can’t take it.

She just arrived to the Rogers arena in Vancouver, BC where the 2019 NHL draft is being held. She fiddled with the stitching on the side of her jeans as she walked in, thanking herself for wearing a long sleeve bodysuit rather then a short sleeve.

Ellen had been giving her updates on where they are and the latest was the food stand outside section 103, no doubt it was luke getting a slushy. She walked around for maybe 20 minutes before she saw a curly headed boy with indeed, a red slushy in his hand, who also saw her first. His eyes just about popped out of his head as he repeatedly hit jacks shoulder. “what do you want” he hissed and then followed the boys vision.

She stopped and smiled as his brain tried to register what was happening. She looked completely different he had to ask himself if it was actually her, but he knew it was her, the smile he saw everyday for years. The smile he missed for years.

he shoved Quinn out of his way and launched forward, almost knocking her over with how fast he ran to her, picking her up and spinning around while tears pricked her eyes.

“you’re here” he whispers into her shoulder before he puts her down.

“I’m here”

A minute passed as they stand there hugging each other. Eventually, Luke was getting impatient so Jack had to let go. She hugged every single one of them and Jack filled her in on everything happening today.

But the day was short lived, because soon they were back at the Hughes hotel room just enjoying each others company.

“Your different now” Jack hummed quietly, while turning his head to look at her.

“Yeah, I feel like I can be me, you know I don’t think I would have made it this far without you“

“I could say the same thing tils”

[sister-lucifer]

yo i want to see headcannons of any of the marble hornets or even ticci toby with a cottagecore fem s/o, how would they react with the way she styled herself? i mean.. they are a vicious ruthless monster and then here she is their s/o who is just love nature, 70s fashion, sweet and friendly like yk

Proxies with a cottagecore S/O 

Toby, Tim/Masky + Brian/Hoodie x Gender Neutral Reader (Separately) 

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons 

Content/Warnings: Toby’s section gets a bit suggestive because that’s how he is (small touches, staring, ogling, but it’s all light), a minuscule mention of blood, mostly fluff 

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio (request rules + masterlist in pinned post)!

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out 

Feedback is encouraged and appreciated:)

Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

Toby

Oooohhhh this boy 

Keep in mind, he’s about 19, 20 

Those horny teenager hormones are still coursing through him, and they aren’t leaving any time soon 

Seeing you in such cute little clothes gets him a liiiiittle worked up, he just can’t help it! 

If you’re wearing pants, he’s eyeing you up when you walk away, 100% 

If you’re wearing a skirt, don’t be surprised if his hands wander up your thighs 

He’ll stop if you tell him to of course, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable! But if he knows he’s got the green light, you know what to expect 

He also loooooves that you love nature! He loves it too! 

Be prepared to pick all the leaves and sticks out of his hair when he comes back home after a long day/night 

And also wash the blood of off him (don’t be surprised if he asks you to join him in the shower) 

AND be prepared for him to bring back random bugs, frogs, and other small animals and try to convince you to let him keep them

(do not let him) 

He’ll definitely be bringing back random plants and berries to see if you can cook with them 

He’s really good at foraging, although he’d be significantly better if he could remember what’s edible and what’s not 

He’s got some brain damage and ADHD but he tries his best yk 

Just pat his head and tell him he’s done good 

He also may or may not sneak into your closet to try on your clothes every once in a while 

Masculine, feminine, androgynous, he doesn’t care! He likes your clothes! 

Overall he’s rather sweet, if a bit oblivious; you may have to teach him a few things, but he’ll learn for you! 

Tim/Masky

Tim grew up in an old farmhouse, he knows a lot about this sort of thing! 

In fact, your cottagecore aesthetic is borderline nostalgic for him, it really warms his heart in a way he’s waaaay too embarrassed to ever admit, even if he personally doesn’t partake in the lifestyle 

He’ll totally adjust fine to the cottagecore life 

He’s had his fair share of experience with cooking with whatever he can forage from the woods (and he actually knows what can and can’t be eaten), so he’s very helpful in the kitchen! 

He’s also a very skilled hunter, so he’s more than willing to bring back a fresh kill for you to cook 

He’ll skin it and do all the dirty work for you, that way your job is easy 

In return all you have to do cook him dinner while he’s in the shower washing off the smell, and he’ll be happy

He thinks your style is absolutely adorable, even if he won’t outright say it! 

That’s okay though, because you can see it in the way his eyes widen a bit when you come down the stairs all dressed up in the prettiest little outfit he could ever imagine 

He’ll pause and look down, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette before looking up and giving a brief compliment: 

“Lookin’ good, sweetheart.” 

He’s kinda emotionally constipated, but you’ll learn to read him 

If you craft, please give him homemade gifts! 

Baskets, wreaths, flower arrangements, whatever little cottagecore trinket you can conjure 

You’ll have his heart forever 

One of Tim’s favorite pastimes is whittling, so don’t he surprised if he leaves a little deer statue on your beside table as a thank you 

Tim isn’t high maintenance or hard to satisfy at all, he’s more than happy to share a quaint little cottage with you 

All he needs is a kiss on the cheek when he leaves for ‘work’ to keep him warm until he can hug you again 

Brian/Hoodie 

Brian is probably the most well versed on internet aesthetics, and dare I say may even be a bit cottagecore himself! 

It’s a lot more subtle of course, but you can see it in the way he hoards potted plants and persistently makes sure the hummingbird feeder and bird bath are full 

He’s also the most invested in nature, if that makes sense; he knows a lot about the native flora and fauna of his area and will always point them out to you if you’re around 

It’s not unusual for you to catch him staring out the window at the birds 

He doesn’t really like to cook and he doesn’t forage since it’s not something that’s ever interested him, but he has a way with sewing! 

He collects patches for his bags and clothes, and he likes to alter and add to his own garments 

He’s phenomenal with patchwork and fixing up tears 

Never again will you have to be upset about a rip in your favorite dress or a split seam in your best pair of pants! 

Brian will have it fixed up like new in no time 

You won’t even be able to tell it was ever torn! 

Although he doesn’t forage, Brian always brings a bag with him to pick up any plants he hasn’t seen before or wants more of

If he particularly likes one he’ll uproot it and put it in a pot to keep in your cottage 

Soon half of your house will belong to the plants, but it’s okay because he makes sure they’re arranged cutely 

He cares just as much about the aesthetic as you do, don’t worry 

He definitely likes to match outfits too! 

If he’s ever in town and sees a piece of clothing he likes, he’s buying another (or at least the closest thing) for you too 

Be ready for many fashion shows, all while he compliments every single outfit (and you’d better do the same for him!)

When he’s home there will certainly be many calm, domestic nights filled with mundane couples activities and exhausting laughter 

He’s a romantic at heart, and nothing will ever change that 

[moscnios]

Straw Hats x Fem Dragon Reader platonic! S/O came from an aggressive race that can transform into dragons. She’s different because instead of scales, she’s a feathered dragon with healing powers instead of fire. She’s kicked out not only bc she’s weak, but she’s too kind, sweet, and shy. With the Straw Hats, she’s like the nurse. She gives flying rides, she cuddles and nuzzled anyone in her dragon form, and protects them in her dragon form. Who would hate such a cinnamon roll dragon?

⟡    ֺ   𓂂  headcanons  ,  with a dragon crewmate.

!!     characters! . . .  the straw hats.

!!     cw(s)! . . .  platonic. gn!reader. no pronouns used. not proofread.

!!     notes! . . .  this was such a cute request and such a cool concept. i love the idea of a feathered dragon that’s like the odd one out. i hope i did it justice. thank you requesting !! <333

they absolutely love you. the straw hats are a crew of random misfits from all walks of life put together. of course, you’d fit right in. besides who doesn’t want a kind dragon as a member of their crew ??

luffy definitely does not give you much of a choice. even when he didn’t realize you had a human form, he was swinging from your neck in your dragon form, asking you to join his crew

luffy is constantly trying to get rides out of you. much to the dismay of nami, who scolds him for asking all the time, even if you don’t mind

nami is definitely like a protective sister, always making sure you’re comfortable, that you’re eating and drinking well, that you’re not feeling under the weather. the last thing she needs is a sick dragon on board

feeling your feathers brings a comforting feeling to her. it always calms her

chopper takes to you immediately. you’re just like him, ostracized from your own family. he feels your pain and will definitely try his best to cheer you up if you ever get sad, thinking about your family

plus your healing powers come in handy with helping him. you’re like partners in crime. chopper is always attached to you whether you are in human or dragon form

you’re a packaged set !! never to be separated !!

robin feels attached to you instantly since the first she met you. she finds you adorable in both your human and dragon form. she adores cuddling up next while you’re in dragon form, while she reads. you’re the perfect pillow

franky is very surprised, to say the least. when he pictures dragons, you’re not what he pictured. nothing against you tho !! he tries his best to apologize to you after a stern lecture from nami and robin

but franky thinks you’re still super !! he tries to craft you items that enhance your powers while looking cool. you’re his favorite dragon ever

like franky, zoro has an idea of what a dragon looks like in his head. but he definitely doesn’t expect you. but he just shrugs it off and moves on. he feels indifferent about you at first until he’s gotten the chance to get to know you

he won’t say it out loud, but he looks out for you before retiring for the night. he needs to know you’re doing okay before he can settle in himself. if you let him, he’ll definitely make your side in your dragon form his new resting place. lord, forgive the poor soul who happens to wake you the next morning

jinbei is such an old man lol. he’s kind of in awe at you. he’s only heard stories of dragons, now to see one up close, to be crewmates with one, it’s amusing to him

never does he ever want to fly, but he enjoys watching you soar, seeing you so free in the sky. it makes him happy seeing you so happy

it definitely takes usopp some time to get used to you. your human form is fine, but for a while, you have to tell him before you’re changing into dragon form, a habit that you would continue to have even after he got used to it

usopp definitely talks a big game now that you’re here. someone’s threatening him ?? he’s definitely using the “i have a pet dragon who does everything i say” card. and you play along, using your dragon form to scare them away. there’s a reason you’re his favorite

of course you can do no wrong in the eyes of sanji. he’s the main one RUNNING to cuddle next to you in your dragon form, pushing zoro out of the way.

he even has his own spot, well it’s not his spot but no one else is allowed in that spot

brook is a special case. well, no one is sure whose existence is more mind-blowing, the talking skeleton or the dragon. the two of you together is quite amusing, seeing the terrified faces of civilians seeing you

he has definitely almost been hurt and wanted you to use your healing powers on him but then realized he’s dead already so they don’t work

they love when you try to protect them, but they want to protect you too. they’ll never let you fight alone

on cool nights on the sunny, everyone lays on your soft feathers, looking up at the night sky, pointing up at the stars, luffy and chopper using your head and neck as a slide, but you love them so it’s okay

© MANGEKYUOU — do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

[daipeanutsaiban]

Hello! Um I know it's been a few months since you said people could ask you more questions on your tgaa thoughts, but I was hoping to ask about your baskerzieks and genshinxwife ones. Like how they met, or what their last in person convos went like before each couple separated/died, etc, bc I really adore your Lady B & Mrs. Asougi designs! They deserved first names 😭

Also I'd love to hear your genklint/ville thoughts too if you care to share those!

ALSO I wanted to say you're 100% correct that if Kazuma & Klint ever actually met good ending au Kazuma would think he's the most annoying person alive. It's funny if genklint is platonic or romantic too, it's like Herlock Sholmes is right there and instead Kazuma thinks his dad's bf (best friend OR boyfriend lol) is significantly worse. Something something hating your parallel

Anyway no pressure, and sorry if you aren't looking to answer more questions at this time!

HI i love to yap and to yap about dgs especially so you're good haha <3 i'm the kind of person who needs to be asked tbh bc i tend to be self conscious/doubt myself so questions are always super appreciated 🥹💗 this post got LONG so i'm going to put it under a break to spare anyone who's just here for art or trying to look at memes during their lunch break

TL;DR: klint and primrose were engaged as kids but it was broken off upon his parents' death, it was renewed when he earned prestige as a prosecutor; their last conversation was when primrose forced him to confess his crimes to her but she'd started having doubts months ago; in my favorite hc, gkv never pursued one another beyond dropping hints here and there but because i am bisexual i also want them to have fun; genshin and yukari met by chance as teens and genshin had to convince his father to let them marry each other after finding out she was pregnant; he could never say his last words to her because writing about the professor's identity could've endangered her and kazuma.

first of all thank you so much, it makes me so happy when people enjoy my designs and characterizations for lady baskerville and mrs asougi!! for clarity, i'll be calling them by the names i gave them in this post, primrose and yukari respectively.

klint and primrose's engagement was decided by their parents and they met as children- i think they were probably feeling awkward around each other for a while since children don't really care about such things (right..?) and primrose actually chose to spend her time reading when her father would take her to visit, and she might've even been more interested in talking/playing with barok because there wouldn't be the daunting idea of an engagement looming on the horizon lol. eventually, she and klint do grow closer and come to consider each other friends thanks to him putting in a lot of effort to make her feel welcome and also have more fun (she finds him boring- i characterize klint as having been a very serious and dutiful child, though he does play with and dote on his brother).

when the van zieks parents die in my hc, losing their life in a fire specifically, primrose's father chooses to cancel their engagement because he doubts klint can suitably provide for his daughter- a cruel but logical decision as klint is just fourteen years old with no backing or achievements. as an aside, the fire is declared to be an unfortunate accident but klint silently believes it was premeditated- this incident contributes to him considering prosecution as a career. out of care for his brother, he never brings up this idea to barok.

still, primrose is a very clever child who's acutely aware that her father's doting is a form of control (such as making her wear beautiful, white clothes to easily find out if she's been sneaking out, which i think i talked about before), and she insists on meeting klint either at his estate or in the city while they both (and occasionally barok) wear disguises/common clothes. the latter option allows them to meet people outside of their social caste, and to develop a sympathy for them from an early age which also contributes to klint's growing bitterness towards other nobles. throughout his struggle to be taken seriously by these men in spite of his age, primrose continuously encourages him and even spies on her father's meetings with other gentlemen to then report to him, and this continues in their adult life with her reporting rumors and "gossip" from other ladies about their own husbands (with perhaps dire consequences in the long run, haha...)

primrose has ambitions of her own, though, many of which are philanthropic in nature and stem from guilt at being born in a wealthy household to a father who does not care about people other than his own. they are difficult to achieve as an unmarried woman (or even as a woman in general), as her father would never greenlight her ideas, and as such she becomes enraged with klint when he allows the engagement to be dispelled due to believing she would ultimately "be happier with someone else" when it would effectively condemn any ounce of freedom she could have. from primrose's perspective, klint is the only candidate for marriage because he actually respects her and understands her as a person.

their engagement was eventually reinstated following klint's multiple achievements, chiefly when he made a name for himself as an extremely prolific prosecutor and primrose's father couldn't really object to it (ha) anymore. when i researched, i learned that men in the victorian era would commonly get married in their thirties once their careers were established, and i especially like that for this couple because it means that genshin could've attended their wedding. (it's also amusing to picture klint pitching him as the best man while primrose is firmly in barok's camp and they have a silly spat about that, haha. but ngl i prefer genshin as their best man because it was tradition that the best man would drive the married couple to their month long honeymoon directly after the ceremony so. he could stay behind a little while if you catch my meaning. teehee)

on the topic of genklintville, my ultimate preference/personal "canon" is that they never outright acted upon their romantic or sexual interests in one another although the tension was clearly there. but like any bisexual on the internet, i like to indulge a little bit, as shown in my previous paragraph hehe. i like to imagine a kind of kinship between genshin and primrose as they are interested in similar literature and share a similar sense of humor as well (chiefly teasing klint- in a deadpan manner for genshin). klint and primrose tend to dote on genshin in a way they think is discreet, because they can sense his loneliness at being apart from his family even though he generally doesn't voice it, but as we all know genshin isn't a fool and it leaves him quite flustered haha. genshin also relates to klint in the way that they are both heirs to something "greater than them" (the asogi clan/the van zieks heritage) and sometimes yearn to break away from it which might contribute to why genshin left for london if the first place. i'd like to add that if i draw genklint without primrose present, it's taking place with her knowledge and consent, though them being pushed to cheating due to increasing stress or suchlike circumstances is an interesting angle- it's just not something i see myself making at present. though now saying that has made me think about the ways it could be fun to explore the way klint's lying and gaslighting keeps piling up, so what's one more lie? so i'd be interested in reading a story that would attest to his guilt from committing the act and his gaslighting towards not only his wife but also to himself, hmm. the best way that i can put it is that if i'm to explore gk without the v, she must be a relevant character because i'm not about to discard a canon female love interest to focus solely on the yaoi lmao.

now for genshin and yukari, or genyu for short as i like to call it in my head (lol)... there's a lot to cover here too 😵‍💫 some of this, particularly the stuff concerning ayame, is still undecided on but i thought the more context the better!

to understand their dynamic, it feels important to state/repeat my headcanons about the asogi clan aka genshin's immediate family beyond her and kazuma, which were mentioned here. but to summarize, they are very patriarchal, strict, and the type to suppress their emotions. genshin is his father's illegitimate child, and his real mother is... hm, well, she won't ever appear in my art because it's suitable for her character, but she's a high ranking courtesan, aka "oiran", and therefore pregnancy/being a mother could bring shame to her and likely ruin her livelihood, because they are meant to project the image of being unattainable both in appearance.. and price. her disappearing for some months to a year wouldn't be all that suspicious as few men can even afford to meet her.

because the oiran brings the House where she works good money, they help her cover up her pregnancy and her son's existence by sending him to live with his father as soon as possible. once, genshin tries to visit his mother, but he is turned away. in short, his first experience was to be abandoned by someone who was supposed to love him. i think this backstory also serves to give reason to his name (written with the kanji 'shadow' and 'truth') because he is a truth meant to be hidden by the government. if you think about his father giving him that name, it becomes quite sad and implies shame for bringing his son into the world. i think it would also justify the personality i like for him, which is more reserved and serious than how i portray the rest of the visiting trio (with a boisterous but ambitious seishiro and a downtrodden but shy and earnest yuujin), and with a greater disposition for being suspicious... which is naturally a good thing for a detective.

genshin's father's wife lost her life to an illness some years prior to genshin integrating into the asogi clan, which is why he sought comfort from the oiran. to avoid unsavory rumors and to preserve both women's reputation, syoma (genshin's father) forbids his son from venturing outside of the house - paralleling primrose's childhood, which they could bond over later in life - until he turns a certain age. he's the dark sheep of the clan, to make it short. it's by sneaking out as a child that he meets seishiro, and then yukari who is accompanying ayame.

as an aside, i want to add that while syoma holds misogynistic beliefs, he still feels a sense of responsibility so he does eventually pay off the oiran's debt in the end- not that she's particularly grateful since he led her on and made her promise not to abort his child without ever planning to marry her. not a great guy, but def a fun character to write. those are things genshin deduces in his teenage years, and he swears to never become like his father.

as for yukari, her family history is also nebulous, and i don't know if i even want to establish her circumstances before meeting ayame and genshin because i like the meta irony of those details remaining unknown to us just as they were unknown to those around her outside of how she is tied to other people. ayame's friend, genshin's wife, kazuma's mother- never her own person. she reaches a breaking point during genshin's absence, but i won't go into detail about that for now because it's part of a long project of mine. what i can say about her is that she does housework for ayame's family in exchange for room and board, but she's not categorized as a servant because ayame cherishes her, a privilege that makes her feel awkward at times.

genshin fell for her due to her frank and joyful approach to life which was so different from the outlook he was raised on, and she piqued his curiosity with her unusual and often "silly", but free, behavior. he has the utmost respect for her, which is why as much as i like gkv and think it could work in a modern au with yukari's inclusion/approval + rapid methods of communication, i think realistically genshin wouldn't have the heart to start anything with someone else when she is waiting for his every letter so far away. he wouldn't be able to read the expression on her face, and she could easily lie about being okay with it.

in this wikipedia article about marriage in japan in the edo period (1600-1868), it reads: "Members of the household were expected to subordinate all their own interests to that of the [household], with respect for an ideal of filial piety and social hierarchy. [...] Marriages were duly arranged by the head of the household, who represented it publicly and was legally responsible for its members, and any preference by either principal in a marital arrangement was considered improper."

you might've guessed where i'm going with this, but genshin's father had already chosen a wife for him, and that person was ayame, who is from a 'good' family. obviously that marriage didn't go through with yukari becoming pregnant at 18 or 19 (!!), and syoma capitulated to genshin's request that he be given permission to marry his girlfriend which only further strained his relationship with his father further. as for ayame, she was fortunate that the man she was interested in was studying medicine, and therefore struggled less for her family to accept yuujin as her husband. but for yukari, although she knows genshin doesn't love ayame, there's always that nagging feeling that she was the "wrong" choice. after all, she has to witness the interactions between genshin and his family every day, and her presence is often the source of tension. her only rock after ayame's death and genshin's departure is her son, who starts rejecting spending time with her as he grows older because, well, he's a teenager (something i want to expand on in that project i mentioned).

in yukari's case, she was never able to read her husband's last words as even writing about the professor's identity could endanger hers and kazuma's lives, but perhaps genshin had promised he would briefly return at the half-way point of his stay overseas and then ended up having to break that promise by choosing to investigate the professor killings before eventually losing his life. yukari's feelings of helplessness were confirmed as the truth in her eyes then.

as for primrose and klint's last conversation, it's been sitting in my wips for a while LOL. i def think she had her suspicions, and when she finally gathered her courage to confront him, he broke down and told her the truth. i've revised this comic and especially its dialogue so many times that i don't even know if i like it anymore, please pray for me 😅

It's funny if genklint is platonic or romantic too, it's like Herlock Sholmes is right there and instead Kazuma thinks his dad's bf (best friend OR boyfriend lol) is significantly worse.

this made me laugh LMAO honestly kazuma would be so petty about it meanwhile i feel like he'd get along super well with the man's own wife �� i also think that as an adult kazuma would admire his father less and even be a bit of a tsundere lol, but yeah in a No One Dies/Good Ending AU(tm) he'd probably resent genshin a little for leaving him and his mother, whose struggles he witnessed firsthand for ten years. hell, maybe he does resent him in the current circumstances even if it's not the dominant emotion when it comes to his father, it of course being grief... still. lord van zieks get your paws off my dad!! 🙄💢 also if genshin starts reciprocating the attention kazuma might start killing LOL

...this answer is now well over 2000 words and i still feel like i'm leaving things out i feel CRAZY omg. autism diagnosis unnecessary atp lmfao.

also just found this in my #yukanotes i should've just copy pasted all this augh. i love yukari very much she is extremely dear to me. 😊💗

thanks again for your questions I'M SORRY IT'S SO LONG....... i DO love to yap 🥹🥹💗

[eternal-love]

Austin and Me

“Wife to the ‘king’. Icon to the world. Destined for more.”

Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthia’s life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what could’ve been— the perfect marriage.

Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.

I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, it’s just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.

English isn’t my first language so I’m trying my best!

All my life I’ve been going back and forth between México and L.A, it’s been my two homes since I can remember. I was born to a new formed family, my mother met my dad when she already had a baby which was my sister, and since then my parents had two more kids.

I’ve always dreamt of being an actress, ever since my father forced me to watch ‘Viva Las Vegas!’ and ‘King Creole’ with him. For two years, my innocent little me actually believed Elvis was still alive and somehow young, so my dream was to act besides him. I cried hours when my older sister told me Elvis had died decades ago.

My parents always told me that acting was a waste of time and that I wouldn’t make it, not because I wasn’t talented but because out there, there were people that were the same or even more talented than me.

But somehow, I was making it, I had my debut when I was 14 years old and since then I was constantly booked— I adored doing any sort of horror movies, I was a scream queen if you know what I mean.

Once I turned 18 years old, my career was stable, I wasn’t no A-Lister but people at least recognized me, that’s when I was invited to a party, which obviously— my parents didn’t want me to go, they were very strict when it came to permissions, specially when those permissions involved other actors.

“You want us to let you go to a party with other actors?” My mom asked rhetorically as we were setting the table for dinner.

“Absolutely not.” My father interrupted firmly, he was quite strict.

“It’s the weekend, why can’t I go? I’ll be with Elle and her sister.” Hollywood was separated from my family life, my parents didn’t like hearing about actors or nothing, just me and my movies.

“Who are those people, we don’t know them. So no.” My mother was harsh whenever she wanted to, and I get now their distress of being adamant to not let me go to that party, I wish I had listened to them.

I was a girl that was sheltered all her life, so with a sigh and pout I walked to my room, mumbling some cuss words as I knew it would be difficult to convince them.

Surprisingly, Elle and Dakota convinced them, Dakota was older, she had been an adult for quite some time and she knew how Hollywood worked. Freaking out I waited for the day and picked up something from my closet, which now seemed to be all wrong in the eyes of an excited me.

Vintage clothing, go-go boots, Mary Jane heels. I chose something I could work with. I chose a 60s baby blue dress, it only reached mid my thighs so I knew it was good, I grabbed some blue heels too and for my hair I went all out as always, I liked the 60s, my fashion icons were women from that era so I teased my hair to the high heavens, creating a bouffant, my makeup was also heavy around the eyes, black eyeliner and two pairs of falsies, I liked it. I smiled once I saw myself in the mirror, this was me.

The party was surprisingly chill, nothing like the parties I heard about so I was comfortable but I stuck out like a sore thumb, I started to regret going all in on my own style until I saw him. Long blond hair, tall, blue eyes, perfect nose and he was wearing black pants and a white tee. I recognized him immediately, not only was he Hudgens’ ex but he was also the guy that was on one of my favorite movies: Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure.

We stared at each other for some long minutes, until he finally got closer to me.

“Hey— I know ya. You’re the girl from that movie about the psychotic grandparents.” He said playfully, he pushed his hair back.

“I am. Cynthia.” I extended my hand shyly and he accepted it, shaking it and squeezing it a little bit. I was not a fan of the long hair but he looked handsome enough.

Austin knew my age but there’s no problem on asking, once he knew I was legal enough, he hit it off right away. Austin couldn’t help but eye my whole look which made me think he was judging me.

“I like your dress.” Austin laughed. Feeling embarrassed, I snapped at him.

“I don’t even even know why I decided to wear this stupid dress and stupid hair today!” I snapped harshly, which only made him laugh.

“Little girl has some spunk.” He joked which made me feel even more embarrassed after snapping at him.

“Thanks.” I rolled my eyes playfully. He was 7 years older, for some reason he acted as if he was 20 years my senior.

Since that night, we both started seeing each other. He was my first real boyfriend— I think he liked that, he liked the idea of teaching me what love was, he felt that responsibility.

My parents weren’t at all okay with my relationship, for some reason they said that no relationship with an actor could ever turn right. Once again I wish I had listened to them. He trusted me enough to talk about his late mom with me, when we were in his room after an hour of being intimate or whatever we were doing.

“I wish my mom could’ve met you. She would’ve really liked you.” Austin whispered to me in full confidence, he felt like I was the kind of gal his mother always wanted for him, not someone like Vanessa.

“I wish I could’ve met her too.” I whispered back to him softly, I hated seeing him with tears in his eyes while he talked about his mom because I didn’t know how to comfort him.

“She was my whole world… my mama.” Austin rubbed his eyes and sniffed some tears, I tried cuddling closer to him.

Take my advice here: never date a mama’s boy.

“Why you? Why can’t he go back to dating women older than him? You’re only 18.” My mom nagged me, sometimes I felt bad because not only did she have to worry about me but also for my younger sibling, who were barely even teenagers.

“He’s not like you imagine, mami.” I tried excuses for my relationship, they didn’t even know him that well to judge him.

“Oh really? He’s just another damn white actor. Tu crees que tu papá va a dejar que te cases con alguien cómo Austin? (Do you think your father will allow you to marry someone like Austin?)”

I stayed silent, marriage had not been discussed by Austin and I, we were still in the honeymoon phase of the relationship. I was happy— we were happy. Out first Valentine Day’s was amazing and it made things finally official to everyone. Austin gave me this beautiful locket with his picture inside, great gift.

I think he also liked that things were pretty much private between us, I barely posted him on my Instagram since he barely posted me on his, he liked that I wasn’t loud, bitching and moaning about our relationship.

“Should I marry her?” Austin asked his older sister, Ashley, who was engaged herself.

“I don’t know, Aus. She’s not your type.” Ashley never really liked me, she was weirdly a Trump supporter and well— it’s not like Trump was the most inclusive person.

“She’s exactly my type, she’s not bossy or loud. She’s a brunette— well I would rather her being more natural and drop the jet black hair. But she’s exactly what I want.” Austin said.

“You do whatever you want, just remember that marriage ties you down. Don’t let her cut your wings.”

I was 19 years old— marriage was the last thing on my mind. I was happy with my career and surely acting in more stuff gave me more fame and people started to recognize me more. But every action has its consequences and not wrapping it before tapping it caught up to us.

Have you guys heard of shotgun weddings? Well us was in some way. But the wedding should be another part of this.

So, this is the beginning. Austin will be kind of an asshole just cause his behavior is kinda inspired by Elvis.

[randommusicalfluff]

Requested by literally no one!! Fairly Odd Parents: A New Wish tickle HC’s:

Cosmo and Wanda are the epitome of a dream team, so naturally they’re a force to be reckoned with when it comes to tickling

Hazel has tried (and failed) to ambush them, together and separately, but they’re just too in sync!

That does not mean they won’t go after each other though, Wanda regularly tickles her husband she loves his laugh a lot!! It’s just a bonus that he doesn’t mind being tickled

Dev, of course, had no idea he was ticklish until he started getting closer to Hazel! I like to think they were together over at Cosmo and Wanda’s place and mischief ensues, like the married couple decide to go after Peri (much to his EXTREME embarrassment oh my god)

And Hazel just turns to Dev and asks all casually like; “Oh! Are you ticklish?” Dev just replies with a, “Eh, no. That’d be pretty dumb, guess I’m just lucky.” and ohhhh Hazel does NOT believe him

Needless to say they both learned something new about him that day!!

His worst spots are his ears and tummy!

She’s been (🌸kindly🌸)tormenting with it whenever she sees fit! Dev’s slipping into that pretentious attitude again? Poke! He’s about to do something really stupid she’s told him not to do multiple times? A good few tickles will do the trick!

Dev just gets so flustered every time, the kids use to being on his own level away from everyone and now he’s a puddle of giggles at the hands of someone who he use to look down on

So embarrassing

Hazel is at least nice enough to do it when no one’s really around!! Besides their fairies of course, who think it’s adorable

Hazel’s pretty freaking ticklish herself, a little less than Dev, but still really ticklish

Worst spots are her sides and feet!

Definitely a flailer, can NOT stay still when someone’s tickling her at ALL

The type to get a little nervous when someone even brings up tickling, let alone tries to tickle her

Despite all that, she looovvees tickling others!! She likes seeing the people she loves laugh!

Loves going after Jazz and Winn, especially since they have two very different reactions to it

Jazz, of course, use to be petrified of being tickled so Hazel respected that UNTIL one day Jazz all shy asks her for tickles!!

It was like fire works went off!! Hazel was soooo happy that 1. Her friend got over her fear and 2. She’d get to tickle her! Lucky for her, Jazz has a suuupper cute snort-laugh

With Winn it took a while for Hazel to muster up the courage to even attempt to tickle them, but with Jazz’s help, she found the other kid was pretty dang ticklish

Despite their pretty aloof attitude, they get a little panicky when tickling is mentioned. It can be a little eye twitch, or their face turning a bit red, but the signs are there!!

The type to try and hide their laughter for as long as they possibly can, but they don’t try and fight to get away

Super adorable laugh, definitely covers their face though

Jazz and Hazel are working on getting them to stop doing that

Peri and Dev have pretty frequent tickle fights, especially after he gets the taste of tickling someone (Hazel)

Dev’s not really all that good at it BUT he’s getting the hang of it!

Peri doesn’t mind it at all really, using it as an opportunity to bond with his god kid!!

Peri definitely introduced the concept of “The Tickle Monster” to Dev, who promptly flipped out over the mere CONCEPT of it

“What do you MEAN there’s a-a being that feeds off of laughter?!”

“I dunno Dev, surprised you never heard of it! Y’know, the tickle monster loooovves to go after eehhh, yey-high, 10 year old kids!”

Jaw drop. Dev had never been more terrified in his life. It took him a little too long to realize Peri was messing with him

Little did they both know tickle monsters were real 💅🏾

[fresh-new-yoik-watah]

so, I think The Hidden World gets a lot of unnecessary hate. I definitely don’t think it’s better than the first two, but it has its own very distinct feel that separates it from the others too, and it’s very raw, and actually very real, and I think that’s why I disliked it so much when I first saw it, but i’m older now, and there’s beauty in how real it is. And there’s no reality besides an inevitable separation of Toothless and Hiccup, besides of course, a for eternity tv show just about their adventures forever and ever and ever. But, the one guarantee all of us have in life, everything ends.

First of all, that opening shot of Berk is beautiful, because as Hiccup narrates, you see the reality of living on a small island with an overflow of dragons: overcrowding and chaos. Like honest to god the first maybe like 20 minutes of this film is so perfect. Also, Hiccup interacts with other characters a lot more, a lot more chatting, and I actually felt like I was watching a fifteen year old Hiccup in an older body, like they really wrote him perfectly aged up. I didn’t even realize how little we got to really see his personality in the second film in comparison to the first and third one. I felt the movie was kinda shot a little like a tv show, in terms of camera work, it felt very off putting. it also felt off putting to have a HTTYD movie and have Hiccup mainly on the ground for most of it, but I understand why. But god is it animated beautifully, like sooooooo beautifully. 

I think the existence of the Hidden World as like a concept is dumb, and if I read that in a book I’d be like ugh no that’s so lame for story, so they’re lucky that waterfall shot is just insanely crazy gorgeous. I saw it in theaters, and that shot was mesmerizing, of them on Stormfly flying over the ocean and rocks and waterfall, like where they’re sooooo small and you really feel size, it’s so beautiful. I hate Grimmel, I hate him, he’s so stupid. I know you need a villain bla bla bla, but honestly, if it was the same movie without him and they still eventually left to the hidden world, it still would’ve worked and been a way better movie. I really wish they had written the film without an outer conflict/villain besides just like dragon raids. Really focus on Hiccup’s feelings as he navigates the new world of being chief around him, like there’s a reason he was not up in the sky for a lot of this movie, I think it would’ve been really strong to focus on how he has to come to terms that he has to let Toothless go. I hate the light fury design, I don’t hate the existence of her, and I would’ve loved tk see Hiccup get to know her and like how much he would adore her because he literally spent the last 6 years searching the world for another night fury. No problem with that. Hate that damn glitter white sparkle. I hate that she’s a my little pony doll. Why does she have to be so ROUNd????? Couldn’t have just made like a smaller version of Toothless, maybe nose is smaller and eyes are thinner, ears aren’t as long, but different eye color and keep her black like Toothless. She’s got nubs bro. Damn beluga. The end scene of this movie is like, top best clips in cinema alone. It’s perfect. So perfect. When Hiccup takes a deep breath once he’s up in the air, GOD it’s so perfect. It makes everything that isn’t great about this movie and just makes it all so worth it. Also the whimsy feel of this movie, it’s so fun. The soundtrack really brings ouch such a whimsy feeling. I also don’t like how everyone was all lowkey bullying Hiccup, but like, especially the whole, them being shocked Hiccup is surprised Toothless wouldn’t come back. Like wdym, be so for real. Of course Hiccup didn’t expect Toothless to stay away. “You have him his freedom” my ass. Also, what’s up with Valka, they yassified her. Why does she move like that. Were they trying to be, this is where Hiccup gets his gesturing from??? It just didn’t work for her, especially since she did NOT act like that in the second film. That was so strange. Also they did something to Toothless. Like they made him act like a dog, he seemed so strange. And why was he grey?????? And such a wide neck. Idk he was funky, I have no idea but it was weird. Lowkey, I loved the Hiccup and Tuffnut scenes because they’re so true to character, but yall just wanna be haters. That’s all my thoughts for now. Hiccup is yummy in this movie😮‍💨

[i-heart-yellowstone]

47 - Cowboys and Texans

Part 48

Raised Fair Share of Hell

Please leave comments and what you want to see happen next ❤️

Dutton ranch - Alissa’s pov

“Stop tickling me, Dutton!” A fit giggling came from my mouth with me and Kayce both in the upstairs bathroom of our bedroom. Currently we were just laying in the bathtub together letting the comfortable silence fill the large room. He had found me here after finishing up dinner with the kids. Madeline decided it would be fun to have a flower fight in the kitchen and so that resulted in a lot of dirty clothes afterwards but regardless I adored her childish innocence and high energy levels.

Tate still occasionally had his childish side still in him, yet we knew it wouldn’t last for long. Sooner or later he would be getting interested in girls differently and take over running this ranch once we became gray and old like his grandpa John. Tate, certainly was born to be a rancher. He loved living off the land like we did.

Sadly though every time I looked at my two children it makes me think about my oldest being out of the house and all the way in Texas. Missing my oldest daughter I have been debating on asking something of my husband even though I knew he wouldn't have any problem with doing so. Cowboys never minded what was running through my head.

Kayce was leaning his body against the other end of the tub across from me. His hair was a tousled mess of wet curls. “I don't want to it's fun.” He grinned ticking the bottom of my feet knowing it was my most ticklish spot.

“Kayce!” I squealed, throwing water out of the tub unable to not move every time he touched the bottom of my feet.

He smirked until I splashed water in his face where he raised his hands shielding his face. “You know you love me, Lissa Rae.”

“Yeah I do.” I smiled, staring at him before an idea popped into my head and a smirk crossed my lips. “Kayce, there's something I wanna ask you.”

He made a noise gently running his fingers through my wet hair. “Mmm.”

“I wanna have another baby.” I whispered, kissing his lips gently with a smile on my lips.

Kayce scooted closer tucking hair behind my ear speaking in a husky voice. “You want your cowboy to get you pregnant again hmm?”

“Yes, please.” I nodded my head in agreement, wrapping my arms around his neck, climbing up into his lap.

Kayce made a noise nuzzling his nose with mine. “Damn you are the best thing in my life.”

Lifting my head up I met his gaze placing a hand to his stubble kissing him once more. He leaned forward responding to the kiss, switching our position where my back was against the side of the tub and he was above me. He leaned down moving his hands over my body and I did the same where we knew we were throwing water on the floor. The simple kiss became heated where we filled the room with kisses and moans from one another.

Kayce and I got so lost into one another, hands tugging on hair and lips hungrily connected onto one another. Footsteps came walking into the bathroom and a soft voice pulled us away from each other. “Mama. Daddy?”

“Madeline?” Kayce and I quickly separated from one another blushing like crazy.

“Can we go stargazing?” She asked in her cheerful voice.

Clearing my throat I removed myself from being pressed against her father’s bare chest. “Sure, Mads. Just give us a second to get dressed.” I spoke to her reaching over for my robe hanging on the edge of the tub side that I was on.

“Okay.” She grinned running out of the bathroom leaving us alone to get some clothes on.

Once we had gotten out of the bathroom and dried ourselves off Kayce had thrown on some sweatpants and a dark green long sleeve shirt. I slipped on some leggings and one of his old sweatshirts with the Navy logo stitched onto the front of it. Madeline waa found already out on the front porch trying to lean over the fence railing to see the stars in the sky. “Come up here, little bug.” Kayce scooped her up, sitting her on his shoulders holding her legs so she didn't fall off.

“Oh I think there's a shooting star. See it, Mads.” Stepping up by my husband I pointed up to the night sky with my finger noticing a ligh flash a line across the sky unlike the other stars. “Wish on it, baby. If you wish on the shooting star the wish will come true.”

She closed her eyes whispering to the sky. “I wish for a little brother or sister.”

“We'll work on that once she falls asleep tonight.” Kayce whispered down into my ear and my face turned pink at the thought knowing we were mirroring the same smirk on our faces.

Faith’s pov

Caroline and I were driving through the neighborhood going to see what my boyfriend was opened. She looked around, noticing him before I do pointing her finger towards my window. “Oh man. Looks like your boyfriend is getting into a fight.”

A black guy got out of the car pulled into the grass, stomping up to my boyfriend with a handgun pointed at him. “I told you to stay the fuck away. Now you're playing husband? Huh, motherfucker?”

“Stop it, Manuel! Stop it!” Some girl with black curly hair came rushing out of the house.

The guy kept his firearm aimed at my boyfriend shouting at the girl. “What the fuck is this, huh? Elvio barely in the ground, and this peckerwood's mowing the fucking lawn?”

“Yes, he's mowing the lawn. After he mowed the lawn in the back, and weeded the garden, and helped me organize Elvio's bills and build a budget. How many times have you come by to help, huh? Where are all his fucking friends?” The girl I assumed had to be Ariana snapping at the man in front of her. She shoved her hands against him making him stumble backwards. “Because you don't care if I lose the house or my baby starves. You just care if I fuck another man, huh? That's where you draw the line with my life. Who do you think you are? Baby needs changing. You gonna do it? I bet he would.”

The guy snapped. “'Cause he wants to fuck you.”

“He never mentioned that.” She bared her teeth.

He scoffed. “It's what he wants.”

“Watch close, Manuel.”Ariana strides over to Cooper cupping his face in her hands, suddenly kissing him.

I gasped sharply clutching my hands into fists. “That bitch.”

Caroline noticed me swinging open her passenger car door, seeing me getting out and slamming it behind me. “Faith, Faith, don’t. Don’t go - oh no.” Stomping forward into the grass lawn Cooper pulled back away from the kiss, blinking before he noticed me coming angrily towards them.

“Faith? What are you doing here?”

“If he keeps playing his cards right, he might just get the chance. Some fucking friend you are. Get off my lawn before I call the police.” Ariana stepped backwards once my boyfriend had pushed her away and she walked back into the house.

“That's the second time you've pointed a gun at me. Third time's gonna be the last.” Cooper glared at the black guy still standing in front of him.

Stomping up to my boyfriend I slapped him across the face causing him to stumble slightly backwards. “You’re a freaking liar, Norris!”

“Who’s this fucking girl. How many girls are sleeping besides her!” The dude asked, grabbing me by my forearm, spinning me around to face him. He raised his gun pointing it at my chest. “Stay out of this bitch!”

“Oh I’m in no mood.” I scowled at him, raising my knee and kicking him in the nuts. The guy winced, dropping the firearm onto the grass, groaning in pain. “I'm getting really tired of people pointing guns at me in this state.”

The dude slowly got up from the ground picking up his gun and getting in his vehicle driving off. “I’ll see you tomorrow, motherfucker.” He snapped at my boyfriend making skid marks in the front lawn.

“Faith - I know what you saw. But it's not what you think it is.” Cooper began explaining but I picked his hat up from the ground that had fallen off and launched it harshly back into his chest.

“She’s just a friend huh. Last time I checked you don't kiss your friends, Norris!”

Someone grabbed my arm tugging me backwards towards the car and away from him. “We should go before you start ripping his hair out.” Caroline spoke at me, leading me to her vehicle she had now parked in the driveway.

“You’re an asshole of a liar, Cooper Norris!” I shouted back in his direction watching him push his ball cap back onto his head. Cooper slumped his shoulders watching the two girls leave Ariana’s driveway. He ran his hand through his hair knowing that misunderstood kiss just might have ruined what they had.

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