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[cashweasel]

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[manikas-whims]

Pleasing Him [AO3]

— a Xavier X Fem. Reader Birthday Smut Fic

words: 1.4k+

summary: For Xavier, your pleasure is always his top priority. So for his birthday, you want to return the favor 😉

tags: grinding, kissing, blowjob, hair-pulling, face fucking..

Is this unedited? Yes but who cares. Is this a little late? NOPE! To me, the entire october is for Xavier. In fact, let's call it Xavtober 😌

“Another surprise for me?”

Xavier takes off his shoes, tosses his coat on the armrest and plops down on your living room's couch, his blue eyes sparkling with innocent excitement.

After dancing (and lots of kissing) under the moonlight and having a delicious meal of hotpot at a renowned restaurant, you two headed back to your place to relax and enjoy the last few hours of his birthday in more comfort.

“Mmm..hmm.” You nod your head in response as you step out of your heels and approach him.

He yawns, tired from all the nonstop celebrations throughout the day. Then lazily leans his head against the backrest of the couch and asks. “Well, what is it?”

You smile mischievously. “Close your eyes.”

He chuckles with a shake of his head but complies nonetheless, closing his eyes, patiently awaiting whatever else you have prepared to make this day more special than you already did.

Without warning, you straddle his lap and begin loosening the tie from around his shirt’s collar. His eyes immediately snap open at that and he sits up straighter, now staring quizzically at you.

“Just wanna help you ease up.” You explain, removing his tie and continuing on to undo the buttons of his vest.

“Oh..” He tilts his head, eyes narrowing and lips curling up in a knowing smile. “Is that all?”

You smile back, choosing to respond with a roll of your hips against his.

Xavier’s breath hitches, his warm blue eyes darkening, all signs of weariness gone from his body. His hands swiftly snake up to settle on your ass, fingers digging into the fabric of your dress. Slowly, he flutters his eyelids and looks up at you, a silent challenge in his gaze.

You let your hands teasingly run along his vest, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest under your palms, stopping them only to latch around his shoulders. Then you press your core into him once more.

“Mmmm..” He groans and takes off his vest, his face leaning towards yours to capture your bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling lightly on it before pulling away. “I see you saved the best for last.”

You lick the bitten lip and continue grinding against him, your fingers undoing the top few buttons of his shirt to slip your fingers beneath it, and roam across the hard planes of his chest.

Xavier huffs out a breath, his face flushing a delightful hue of pink as he lets his own hands slip beneath your dress, calloused fingers kneading your milky thighs and ass. And he kisses you hard, his hips snapping up to meet your core.

Your lips part in a blissful moan. You feel your panties– already soaked– rubbing a slippery, wet patch against his white trousers and shakily bring your movements to a halt.

Surprised by the sudden loss of pleasurable sensations, Xavier pulls his lips away from yours, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. In his disheveled state, he only manages to utter one word, “Angel?”

You brush your hands one last time against his abs before retracting them as well, and get up from his lap to admire the visible bulge in his trousers. Xavier reaches out with a hand and grips your thigh, letting his thumb run along it wantonly. Then, his fingers stealthily move up, deftly hooking into the waistband of your panties. But instead of taking them off, he rubs his thumb over the wet blotch and asks, his gaze heated. “Why did you stop?”

You bite your lip and revel in the sensation of his thumb teasing your bud, wishing he'd rip the panties and jam his fingers right in. But no! You shake your head. Try to refrain yourself from giving into your own desires because Xavier always treats you like his queen. Eats you out like a man starved and fucks you senseless just the way you like. Your pleasure is always his top priority.

But today is different. It's his birthday. And for once, you want to repay him for everything he makes you feel. You want to fulfill all his desires and treat him like your king too.

So you take hold of his arm and stop him before he can stimulate you any further. You step away from him, rubbing your legs and biting your lips to curb your need before getting on your knees in front of him.

Now Xavier’s eyes glower with an emotion you see in the rare moments where you take him by surprise. He stares at you but doesn't say a word.

“Xavier tonight..I wanna to please you.” You mumble, averting your eyes to the floor instead.

“I see..” You feel his fingers– the same ones slick with your juices– grab your chin and lift your face up to meet his gaze. “Take off your clothes and crawl towards me.”

Your eyes light up with desire at his commanding tone, and you begin to undo the zipper of your dress, letting it pool around your legs before removing your bra and panties as well. Then you get on your hands and knees, fluttering your lashes to look up into his’ fervently. And just as he asked, you crawl back towards him, feeling your pussy juices leaking down your legs with how aroused the act makes you feel. You truly are enjoying this. You want to serve him just like he always does you.

Reaching him, you palm his length through the confines of the trousers, then unbutton it, and lower the zipper, all the while his eyes stare intently at you.

As the last bit of the zipper is undone, his cock springs out, erect and red with need. Its crown stares at you, inviting you for a taste. And you oblige by wrapping your fingers around him, letting your thumb rub circles over the tip.

Xavier moans, his chest heaving with every touch. And you let yourself get drunk at the sight of his furrowed brows and parted lips, realizing how much you love him like this— completely resigned to the pleasure that you give him.

You lower your face, licking along the veiny length of his member before taking the head in your mouth, softly sucking him with your lips. The effect is instant. Xavier bucks his hips up, palm covering his mouth as he watches you move your lips up and down. His breaths get louder, his face far more flushed than before. And he passes a hand through his hair. With the other, he completely unbuttons his shirt, the muscles of his abdomen flexing with every inch of his length that disappears into the cavern of your mouth.

“You need to do it faster.” He says, sliding his hand along your naked back, slowly moving it up your nape. His fingers gently bunch your hair together and without warning, he jerks your head forward, slamming the entirety of his girthy cock into your mouth. He holds you there, a sadistic glint in his midnight blue eyes as he watches you gag.

Moments later, he tugs your head back, letting you breathe in gulps of air. Then he repeats the whole process, moving your head back and forth, and back and forth,..gradually increasing the pace, enjoying the sloppy glug glug glug sounds as he violates your mouth with his cock.

“You look so pretty, Angel.” He murmurs, his voice deeper. “Taking me like a good girl.”

“Mmmphhh..!” You moan around his cock, face flushing red, breasts jiggling and slapping against your chest, at the intensity of the act. Yet there is no discomfort. Only the desire pooling between your legs, your slick walls clenching around nothing, leaking even more as the desire to please him grows.

He keeps pumping, the pace decreasing as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. And seconds later, he pulls out, grabbing his length with his free hand to spurt his seed on your face and breasts.

You both heave out breaths, gazes still locked on each other. Xavier lets go of your hair and strokes your cheek, his eyes back to their vibrant shade of blue. “You did so good, Angel.”

“But..I can..do more!” You whine between breaths.

Xavier’s eyes scrutinize you, his gaze tender, wordlessly letting you know that this is enough for him. That you don't need to do more.

“Angel—”

“Xavier, I want to.”

He hesitates for a moment but seeing the sparkle of conviction in your eyes, his expression switches to a colder one.

“Then,” He gets up from the couch, and looks down at you, still on all fours on the floor. A rope of light coalesces from his hand, it's other end shackling your neck like a chained manacle. He tugs on it lightly, earning a gasp from your lips, and smirks. “Let’s try something new.”

i simply could not go without writing something for Xavier’s birthday so here y'all go. Hope it was enjoyable ♡

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[sansaorgana]

hullo, i adore your gale cleven stories! could you please write a buck falling in love with future wife story? meeting, proposing, + all of the little things that makes him love her. maybe she works on base and they meet there? idk. many thanks!!

hiii 😌 sorry it took me so long to go back to writing requests 🙉 your request is an idea for a long fic with many parts so I tried to fit it into a one-shot and it came out pretty long so the proposal part kinda didn't make it but it's mentioned 👌🏻

I currently have quite a few requests and I'm slowly working on them!!! 💛

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

Not being able to fall asleep, Buck was laying in bed and kept staring at the celling, thinking of you. He lately couldn't stop thinking of you at all and he wanted it to remain his secret but it was also affecting his functioning on daily basis. Pilots shouldn't get distracted like that.

It wasn't love at first sight or anything of that sort. You were handing him coffee each morning and he had always been nothing but polite but – let's face it – most of the time he treated you like air. You were there because you had to, because all of you had to. It was your job to be there and you were nothing special amongst all the other men and women working at the base. He admired women's courage to sign up to help men while they were at war but he didn't even remember your name correctly.

Until that one rainy grey morning when everything seemed to go as bad as possible and you spilled the hot coffee on Buck Cleven.

"Goddamit!" he hissed and looked down at his now stained shirt. The stinging pain and the dampness of the fabric weren't very pleasant either.

"Oh my God. I'm sorry, Major," you gasped and panicked inside.

Major Cleven looked up to lay his blue eyes on you and you batted your eyelashes, stunned at how beautiful they were. He thought you did that to soften him up in a feminine manner. And his heart indeed grew softer at the sight of your face.

"It's fine," he nodded even though it wasn't. "I'll go change and when I'm back, have another one for me."

"You sure you want me to hand it to you, sir?" you joked, cheered up by the visible lack of his anger.

"We all get shaky hands sometimes," he smiled at you and left the queue. You felt bad about the fact he had to go out on the rain again and that his shirt was ruined because of you.

You personally washed it and made sure the stains went away. He had no idea about it but women responsible for the laundry were your friends. Actually, you didn't want him to know because you felt like it was a little odd on your part… So you sneaked in to the room where he had been sleeping and you placed the folded shirt on his bed carefully. You thought you were alone there but you heard someone clearing their throat behind you so you turned around and faced Major Buck Cleven himself. Your cheeks started to burn out of embarrassment.

"Major Cleven," you looked down like a child caught on stealing candy.

"Miss…"

"(Y/L/N)," you introduced yourself quietly.

"Miss (Y/L/N)," he nodded, "may I ask what you're doing?"

"I… I brought you fresh laundry, sir," you looked up at him. He seemed to be a little amused with you as he was casually chewing on a toothpick.

"I had no idea you were responsible for that, too."

"No, usually I am not, sir," you shook your head.

"Is it related to our little coffee incident perhaps?" he approached his bed and glanced at the perfectly folded and ironed shirt that seemed to be a shade lighter than before from all the chemicals you had used to get rid of the stains.

"Well, no point of lying, although I did not mean for you to know, Major… Well, I…" you took a deep breath in. "I washed it," you confessed, awkwardly.

"I can see that," he chuckled. "It's a shade lighter," he commented.

"I am so sorry, sir."

"I am the one who's sorry for your pretty hands. If that's what your washing did to my shirt, I don't want to know what it did to them," he looked down at your fingers that were playing nervously with the hem of your jacket. There was a long pause of silence between you until he finally raised his eyebrows and pointed at your hands. "Show me?" he asked.

You were a little taken aback by that request. And a little ashamed, too, because indeed your hands looked a bit rough from the laundry chemicals. You raised your hands for him to see, though.

"Ouch," he shook his head. "You shouldn't have done that," he looked deep into your eyes and you thought you'd faint any given second. They were so ocean blue, so easy to drown in.

"I'm sure your hands are no better, Major," you swallowed thickly. "Rough from the piloting and… everything."

"That's how pilot's hands should look like, miss (Y/L/N)," he pointed out and you hid your hands from his sight quickly.

"Yes, you're risking your life out there every other day and the least I could do was washing a shirt that I had previously ruined… Sir."

"Was it the first shirt you ruined?" Major Cleven took a step closer and your heart skipped a beat when you realized he was getting closer to you on purpose.

"Well… No," you didn't want to lie to him. You had spilled coffee on a few men before.

"And you washed all of these shirts, I'm safe to assume?" he asked.

"No, sir," you pursed your lips for a moment to stop them from shivering. He raised an eyebrow at you. "None of the men were so kind about it," you told him.

It wasn't really the truth. Major Cleven didn't get angry at you but none of the men really did. He just captivated you with his beautiful eyes. That's why you knew you acted pathetic to wash his shirt personally and didn't want to get caught.

But just because there was a war raging around you, it didn't change the fact you were a woman with your own heart and soul, your own needs and desires, your yearning and romantic ideas. You had a crush on him from the moment he screamed "Goddamit" in that deep voice of his. As silly as it sounded.

You couldn't remember the last time you had felt something so… real and not war-realted. Something that wasn't stress, fear, worry or sadness.

"We all work hard here. There was no need to be rude about a small accident," Major Cleven explained. "And your job is as important as mine here."

"Hardly, sir," you snorted at that because it was just ridiculous. But when you looked up to meet his gaze, you could see that he was serious about it.

"You shouldn't argue with a Major, should you?" he teased and you rolled your eyes a little.

"I suppose so. But my ma's always been saying I have a big mouth," you cracked a smile and he looked a little surprised before smiling back.

"Well, well, well, who would have thought?"

"Everyone who knows me outside this base, sir."

"Well, I hope it's going to be me one day, too, then," he winked and then walked past you as if nothing had just happened. "I'm sorry, I have to fill some papers."

"Sure, sir," you stuttered out and watched him walk out of the door. You touched your cheeks with the palms of your hands. They were as hot as if you had a fever.

Since then, you two would have little conversations like that here and there. You would find out more and more about each other and Buck quickly started to get attached. He loved your laugh, the little wrinkles around your eyes whenever you smiled at him, he loved your accent, your curls straight out of a magazine cover, he loved your soft fingers when you were handing him a coffee, he loved your jokes and how devoted you were to help around the base. The sound of your voice was making his every day better and each morning he waited for you to lay your eyes on him.

And now he couldn't sleep because he remembered something that had happened earlier that day when he was up in the air above Germany and one of the missiles almost hit his plane. He watched it explode in front of him and his only thought was that if it had actually killed him, he would die without you knowing how much you meant to him.

He didn't mean to fall in love because it was a distraction. But he could also die any day. There was no point and it would only bring pain to everyone involved. And yet, he was not immune to your charm.

"You look like shit, have you even slept?" Bucky asked during breakfast.

"No," Buck admitted and sighed. He was holding a cup of warm coffee in his hands, still angry at the fact that today it hadn't been you handing it to him. There was a very long queue waiting in your line and some other woman handed a cup to him without even asking him if he wanted one.

"What's wrong?" Bucky started eating as he glanced at his friend's full plate of untouched food.

"I think I might have fallen in love."

Bucky laughed at first but then he stopped, realizing that Buck's face was as serious as ever.

"Oh, fuck," Bucky wiped his mouth with a napkin and leaned back on the chair to examine his friend's face and posture. He looked troubled. "Is it that girl you always talk to?"

"You've noticed?" Buck raised an eyebrow at him.

"Everyone has. We were betting on when you two would… you know," Bucky grinned.

"And that is one of the reasons why I hate gambling," Buck wasn't pleased to find out. He felt like it was disrespecrful to you. "What did you bet on?"

"That you never confess your feelings and going to be sad about it your whole life," Bucky teased. It wasn't what he really placed his bet on but he wanted to motivate his friend.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Buck sighed and placed the coffee cup down before standing up and approaching you. You were handing out coffee to the men waiting in line but he walked up to you from the side so you turned around with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Major. Don't think you can fool me, I know you've already had a cup," you smiled at him.

"Are you free this weekend?" Buck asked because he had known the answer. You had mentioned to him the other day that you would leave the base for the upcoming weekend.

"I am, sir," you nodded. God, he even loved how you would always address him "sir" or "Major". Something about it was making him feel weak and absolutely crazy about you.

"I have a weekend pass, too," Buck lied. He didn't but he was going to make sure he'd get one. He hadn't had any day off since he came to the base so Colonel would give it to him surely.

"Oh, nice, sir," you batted your eyelashes. This time you did that on purpose.

"Would you like to go to London with me? I've never been there," he proposed and the man who was taking coffee from you at that moment, froze for a second and widened his eyes at Major Cleven. Then he smirked, waiting for your response as much as Buck.

"I… Ugh… Well… Sir, I…" you hated yourself for not being able to articualte yourself properly. "I would love to, Major Cleven," you said finally with a smile.

At first you wanted to tell him it would be inappropiate. And that you actually planned on visiting your family. But then you remembered you were at war and he could die any day. No one cared about being appropiate. And your family would understand, surely.

"Whoo!" The man taking coffee from you cheered and you gave him a scolding look. He blushed and walked away as fast as possible.

"I will gladly go, Major," you repeated yourself, "but you better remember I'm a proper lady, sir."

"Oh, of course," Buck nodded.

There you were, his proper lady. Sleeping on his chest in a London's hotel room. He watched you breathe peacefully as he caressed your hair. The morning rays of sunshine were creeping in through the curtains and he wished to stop the time. He wished to lay with you forever like that. He didn't want to go back to reality.

You moved a little in his arms and he saw your eyelids opening slowly.

"Good morning, my proper lady," he teased as his fingertips caressed your bare back.

"Good morning, Mr. Good Boy," you teased him back and yawned before rubbing your eyes. "What time is it?"

"Still quite early. We don't have to leave yet," Buck answered.

"I'm glad," you bit on your lower lip and looked up to meet the gaze of his beautiful eyes. "It was the eyes," you admitted.

"Hm?"

"I fell for the eyes mostly," you confessed in a whisper.

He didn't say anything for a while. He was left speechless at you being so open with your feelings; he felt like the luckiest man on earth.

"I'm glad you fell for me," he decided to be playful to hide how weak you were making him feel. You raised an eyebrow at his choice of words. "Because now we have to get married."

"Oh, you Americans," you rolled your eyes jokingly. "I wasn't the first girl you slept with, come on," you giggled.

"But you were the first proper lady, for sure," he tickled you a little and you cupped his face to place a kiss upon his lips.

"Don't joke with me like that," you whispered. "Because I'll really want to marry you and then I won't leave you alone. I'll fly to America and follow you everywhere like a maniac," you half-joked.

"You promise?" Buck's eyes softened and his voice sounded very serious. You watched him carefully as his hand gently fixed one of your reckless curls. God, he really meant that.

"And what will you tell our kid? How did daddy meet mummy?" you asked.

"Well, she spilled coffee on me and batted her eyelashes at me. I was practically sold," Buck pulled you closer to place a kiss on the top of your head.

"Doesn't take much for you to fall in love, Buck Cleven. Makes me seriously worried about your fidelity," you teased.

"You fell for my eyes. Do you have any idea how many other men have blue eyes?" Buck laughed.

You laughed, too, because he had a point. And then you got serious again and caressed his cheeks with your fingers before pressing your forehead to his.

"Well, none of them is Buck Cleven."

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[httpsleclerc]

Hi bestie :] can I request - sharing one bed with Mr George Russell ? 😌 Thank ya <3

hello bestie !! thank you for your request your my favourite ever ever!!

george russell x fem!merc!driver!reader

It was unfair to say that you hated George.

Maybe strongly disliked was a better option, strongly dislikable enough that the very thought of staying in a room with him any longer than you needed to made you want to tear your hair out. To make it worse, you were forced to act as though you could at least tolerate - the perks of hating your team mate were not great.

Adding salt to the wound, the hotel that you and the other drivers had been booked into had double booked both yours and Georges rooms, meaning that you would have to share a room together, and now, as it seemed, a bed as well.

"Oh, great," You complained, spotting only one double bed as you walked into the room you would be sharing with your arch nemesis and also team mate for the weekend. "I'll sleep on the couch." You comprised, as much as you thought you hated George, he was 6'2, there was no way he was fitting on the couch and you didn't want him to have a sore back - otherwise he'd perform poorly, that was the only reason you cared, right? It was all about his performance, not about how you noticed how he stopped gelling his hair after you had drunkenly told him it looked better without the gel, how despite how you treated him, he was still friendly towards you.

No, you mentally scolded yourself, you are not. in love with him

"No, you take the bed, honestly, it's fine," He waved you off. Curse George and his British politeness.

"No, you take the bed. You're a giant, you won't fit on the couch," You tried to reason with him, you were too tired at this point to argue, it had been non-stop since Austin and you just wanted one good nights sleep, even if it was on a couch. George sighed as he shook his head, throwing your bag onto the bed.

"Honestly, Y/N, it's fine," You were ready to stomp your feet and throw a little tantrum at how polite this man was. How polite, tall...handsome...No. Enough of that. You huffed out tiredly.

"Fine, we'll both sleep in the bed," You were too tired to care about what he would reply to that with, but you were shocked at how he didn't second guess accepting your invitation. "What? No snide comments?" George quirked his eyebrow at your response - he had never been snide with you, in fact quite the opposite.

George was sure he was head over heels in love with you, even though you acted in the exact opposite way towards him, but that didn't matter to him, he was hoping if he was nice enough to you, that maybe it would make up for whatever he had done to make you hate him, even if he had no clue what he had done in the first place.

He supposed he could understand your hostility - You were a young woman in a male dominated sport, lucky to sign with such an esteemed team as Mercedes in your rookie year was a blessing, but for you, it was filled with sexist remarks, doubting your ability in the sport, which time and time again you had proved yourself in, often outperforming your teammate. However, it didn't seem to matter how often you outperformed George, however many podiums you won, everything you did was undermined because you were a woman.

"Nope," He shook his head, giving you a small smile, he saw you fight back one in response. "I'll go get changed in the bathroom, you can stay in here." He said, taking his pyjamas into the large bathroom with him. You sighed as you sat on the bed, sinking into the mattress as you ran your hands over your face, before eventually getting into bed with your pyjamas on. The pounding of the rain against the window caught your attention, the crashing of the thunder causing you to jump, and run into bed; your face a scarlet red as the embarrassment of still being scared of thunderstorms at this age hit you. By the time George came out of the bathroom, the red from your face had died down and you were half asleep on your designated half of the bed. He quietly and gently got in beside you, not wanting to wake you up since you already looked so peaceful when you were only half asleep.

It didn't last long, as you woke up with a panicked gasp at a clap of thunder, your heart dropping at how vulnerable you now were in front of George. You were half expecting him to laugh at you and call you childish, but instead, he tentatively reached out for your hand in the dark, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm sorry," You said bashfully, looking away from him despite the room being pitch black. George sighed and lay back down, pulling you down with him.

"It's okay love, you've nothing to be sorry for," He said softly, still holding onto your hand, causing the butterflies already fluttering in your stomach to multiply.

Maybe hate was a strong word.

Was in love with him now a step too far?

[hanafubukki]

Hello I'm here to deliver angst :3

Imagine an alternate universe where Yuu is king Henrik's kid

They've been secretly dating knight of dawn for a while and even fantasized about eloping

When the war starts they get locked away in a tower like a prisoner for their safety, only knight of dawn and Henrik were allowed to enter

When the humans lose the war Henrik accepts defeat and offers his child as a war trophy to the general in exchange for being kept alive in prison

Yuu and knight of dawn are devastated by this but Yuu goes through with it for the sake of making the lives of the people that used to be part of their now conquered kingdom

Time passes by and Lilia is now in a poly relationship with knight and Yuu. Yuu had given birth to silver not too long ago

Yuu was collecting some berries while their husbands were home with silver. Just before they enter their cottage a group of Henrik loyalists attack them

Lilia and Dawn try to get to them but just before they could Yuu gets hit with a spell that transports them to the future

Cue the plot of twisted wonderland

Lilia and Dawn deeply cherish silver as he's the only remaining part of Yuu they have. They tried Searching, interrogating but no matter what they did no one uttered a peep about what spell Yuu was hit with and no amount of tracking spells could find them

Malleus was the first person to recognise Yuu as they were a parent he loved but wasn't allowed to be with publicly due to the senate push back

Hello Anonie 🌷🌺🌸

You know Anonie when I received this ask, I laughed because I was like “I won’t make Malleus and Lilia angst to cope I won’t make angst to cope.”

And then I received this ask as if it’s a sign and just ended up laughing. 😂

OT3 angst it is, except I’m feeling a bit rebellious and I want a happy ending so I’m going to give it to them to the best I can. 😌👏🙏

But also imagine being Henrik’s kid? Silver had a breakdown? Imagine your father being the one to cause so much grief and death? Yikes. 😮‍💨

Your father just gives you up for his own head argh. You can’t do anything because you’re royalty and you don’t want your people to suffer.

You willingly go to the fae side as a royal captive, leaving behind you lover and your people.

You expected to be treated terribly, but you’re not? You still get fae that looks down on you of course. But the fae royal treat you cordially enough. You even get your own guard, a well known one in fact, General Vanrouge.

He’s a surly one and one that makes sure to keep an eye on you for any suspicious actives…but he doesn’t treat you bad.

In fact, he’s rather nice to you in his own way. It’s kind of charming. Similar and yet different than your Knight of Dawn.

Eventually a sort of tie is formed between humans and fae per Levan’s and your cooperation.

And you suddenly find yourself…in a relationship with both Dawn and Lilia. Meleanor finds it hilarious and this is used as a way to ease relations between races. Let’s call it an arranged marriage of sorts 😂

You (royalty), Dawn (well known Knight), and Lilia (the General) would make for a great image of peace, wouldn’t you say?

You’re enjoying life. A beautiful baby, wonderful husbands, and funny in laws and their cute dragon kid.

Everything was fine, until it wasn’t.

You get attacked by loyalists. They asked you to be the figure head of the rebellion group and cut ties with the fae. Of course you didn’t, in the end you got hit with a mysterious spell.

You disappeared right in front of Dawn and Lilia’s eyes. No matter what they did, they couldn’t find you.

And this is where I’m going to twist your scenario Anonie. A plan is made. This is yet to be a world of peace. It will take awhile. So Dawn, Silver, and Malleus is put to sleep. Until peace is brought. So history won’t repeat itself as it did with you.

Lilia is awake, he’s takes the mantle of helping relations between countries with Levan. An ambassador of you will.

The first one to wake is Malleus like in canon.

Then you have Silver.

A couple years after, it’s Dawn.

Years pass, and most of them end up at NRC. Dawn is a sword instructor at RSA but also part of NRC as well. Easier way to spend time with family this way.

Then comes the day of Grim’s mayhem but the difference? Diasomnia was evacuated from the mirror chamber. They had to make sure Malleus and co were protected. They weren’t going to make the same mistakes.

So how do you meet Malleus and the others?

Well of course like in canon, Malleus realizes someone now lives at Ramshackle dorm.

You noticed glowing lights and they look and feel familiar. You run outside and is shocked to see Meleanor…no, it’s not her but Malleus. He’s all grown up.

Malleus recognized you right away. You both have an emotional reunion.

You were reunited with one of your boys again. 🥹💞

Soon after, another emotional reunion takes place with the rest.

———

Extra:

*Some time in the future*

You’re reading a history book for Trein’s class but half of what’s written…didn’t happen that way?

“This didn’t happen.”

Lilia, nonchalantly, “Don’t mind it. We had to change some things on how the war took place and ended.”

You couldn’t be happier, “Good, I hope that asshole of a father of mine died in misery and shame.”

———

[jamneuromain]

I have an idea omg. We need more of Lloyd and reader... What about a situation when Lloyd got injured, like he kicked someone's ass , got his knuckles bleeding, or maybe he got a cut or smth... and the reader though she's aware of her blood-seeing problem ofc decided to help him, trying to fight her hemophobia best she could because Lloyd needed her help. Or it can be quite the opposite, the reader got hurt in some way, bleeding a bit, and Lloyd decided to help her because he knows her reaction to seeing blood and all. What do you think?😬☺

Hi Elena😌❤️ （sorry that it took so long I accidentally deleted my draft ... and took very long to recover from the devastating fact :l

Your "Lloyd got hurt" idea certainly is very interesting....👀

So, what would happen if Lloyd got hurt and he has no one else to turn to but his secretary with hemophobia...🤔

Bleed Out

Lloyd Hansen x You

Warning: Mob AU, Mob!Lloyd, Secretary!Reader (Driver!Denny Carmicheal), Graphic Depiction of Blood and Violence (I guess Lloyd is a warning of his own?), Reader has hemophobia (fear of blood), a lot of cursing.

Summary: Lloyd is under your protection for now.

A/N: This is the sequel to A Whiff of Blood, Thank you for all your love to Mob!Lloyd<333

One thing, one particular feature you like about the apartment you're living in, is that this little condo - along with the rest of the building and five other blocks in the vicinity, belongs to a high-end resident community that has strict security guard patrol schedules and limited key-card access. These precautions resulted in rocket-high market prices and a rather wealthy neighborhood, as the owner of these buildings forbids renting, for every keycard that could access the front gate, elevators, and their matching apartments, accompanied by facial recognition embedded in the little chip. When you get home every night (or afternoon, if you are lucky), you have to press your keycard and stand before the camera before the gate grants you inside. This brings quite some comfort for you, working for a mob boss named Lloyd Hansen, and knowing that his associates are basically "wanted" by rival gangs for the valuable information they possess.

While it is impossible that you could afford such an exquisite apartment with your salary, though very well-paid, you are truly grateful because Lloyd signed this condo - his condo - to you without a word (or asking a dime from you) when you told him during your final interview that you will be needing a week to relocate before starting the job.

That's when you made up your mind that Lloyd Hansen is a boss worthy to work for.

It's not a big place. Having two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen. Decorated in white, black, and grey, clearly matching Lloyd's taste when he asked his lawyer to give you the key card and have you move in.

You've lived here for three years now. Adding soft cushions and light-colored sets to the tedious design here and there. Like the sunflower tablecloth and daisy plates and bowls. Like the pink polka dot sheets and duvet covers. And the fluffy slippers, taken out from the cabinets, ready to be put on as soon as fuzzy socks don't work their magic any more.

You are finishing washing the mug you just used. After putting it on the racks, you wipe your hands with a clean cloth. It is a workday tomorrow, and you intend to sleep early to wake up with a fresh spirit to deal with your (sometimes) moody boss. Treating yourself to a nice little read in the bedside lamp radiating yellow glow - another decoration that you feel much needed for this place, you reach out to turn off the lamp when there's a sudden rush of knock on your door.

You zip your mouth shut.

The news two weeks ago, about a woman who was curious about the baby crying at her door, was yanked out of her apartment as soon as she opened the door, being raped and killed in her own bed.

You are smart enough not to ask "Who is it", letting this unexpected guest learn that a young female is at home.

When the unexpected visitor doesn't hear your reply, they knock on the door more fiercely, nearly knocking your heart out of your throat.

You remember the tutorial online: Approach the door with caution, and check the surveillance camera. If there's no one in sight, call the cops. If there's anything out of the ordinary, like a baby or a kitten by the door, call the cops.

In summary, call the cops.

Your fingers hover above your phone, having the police number on speed dial, when you turn on the surveillance camera monitor by the door.

A very bruised, cut, and tired Lloyd, having a gun in his hand, banging on your door as he winces in pain.

"Goodness gracious-" Your gasp gets stuck in your throat. Opening the door in an instant, there's nothing else in your mind than keeping him alive. Your goosebumps on high alert as Lloyd's eyes scan over you. You pull him in, checking that the hallway is secure, before closing the heavy door as quietly as possible.

You turn to him, "Mr. Han-" Your words stop mid-sentence as you feel the need to fight the bile down your throat.

Yes. Mr. Hansen is very much covered in the one thing you hate most in the world.

Blood.

Blood splattered on his chest, his ridiculous choice of the blue-white striped polo shirt and cuts littered over his face and bare arms. His pants are dripping. Some crimson-colored liquid will stick permanently onto your floor and your beloved carpet.

Redness, some stained into near-brown, all over his figure.

You hold your breath, not letting the iron taste linger to make matters worse.

Lloyd walks, more like limps to each of your rooms - now that you can breathe a little while the blood smell is gone temporarily, and convince yourself that it's just ketchup on your boss (though you doubt that trick works) - and inspects each of them with his finger on the gun's trigger.

Taking in the whole situation, three things pop into your mind.

Lloyd is in desperate need of medical attention.

You are most likely to faint as soon as he returns, seeing this amount of blood.

Lloyd wouldn't knock on your door if this isn't desperate for him as well.

As Lloyd approaches, you are wrecking every brain cell to work a way out of this.

" 'S anyone here?" He asks, pulling the safe of his gun back on, before plopping down on your couch and groaning because he most definitely pulls one or two, if not a few of his wounds.

However, one of THE most brilliant ideas comes to you when you are holding your breath.

You shake your head, raising one finger to tell him you need a moment - or you hope that your running off conveys the message, and dash towards your bathroom.

Lloyd sags down on the couch, not even bothering to get up or turn his head to watch whether you've pulled out a gun pointing at him. You probably wouldn't do so, since you chose to pull him in, instead of letting him bleed out by your door.

When you appear in front of him again, his body briefly stuns a moment, before emerging in a burst of full-blown laughter. He laughs so hard that his laughter turns into coughs, which leads to him pressing his hand over his chest in case he tears his wounds further.

You place your hands on your hips. Compared to him, you are least amused by your idea.

You smoothed your hair back and put on your scuba diving goggles from a paid leave last year. Lloyd personally oversaw your two-week vacation, paying from your hotel suite to your travel expenses, and even ordering you full scuba diving equipment for your one-hour scuba lesson.

Of course, you weren't actually interested in becoming an expert, but the scuba equipment was too nice to be thrown away.

"Not funny." You breathe through your mouth. Even though the orange plastic - or glass, you don't quite know which - changes how the bloody Lloyd looks in your eyes, it still doesn't completely change the idea that Lloyd is, in fact, covered in blood, as much as you don't want to think about it. And it definitely doesn't block the smell of blood, which probes the nerves at the back of your nose whenever you breathe through your mouth.

Lloyd scans your "outfit", his laughter slowly dials down, eventually turns into a lazy smile ghosting his lips, "You're right. It's not."

It's over 10:30 pm, and you usually would have been sleeping, or lying on your bed, at least. But no, you are stuck in the living room with your boss who's about to die any minute, and you are only able to stand in front of him, alive and thinking, with a fucking scuba mask on.

So, fuck this.

You roll your eyes at your cold-blooded boss. "Should I call your doctor? Or send you to the hospital?"

The smirk disappears.

Although he didn't say "no" to the hospital, by now you've realized the hospital choice was crossed off the board, as he chose you instead of ringing the police - which will no doubt lead to an investigation since Lloyd is the most notorious mob in Los Angles.

You search for the first aid bag that you stocked away when you moved in. It has rarely been used.

"Doc's dead." He murmurs, but loud enough for you to understand. He spoke with a sadness that only appears when he has lost one of his people. "I took Jared to his clinic."

You know Jared, he is one of the muscles working for Lloyd. He helped take care of one of Lloyd's rivals, Brewer.

"The deal with the Russian mobs tonight went wrong, but we got out in one piece." Lloyd explains curtly, "I got him to Doc's place to get stitched up. But we were attacked... Doc died, so did Jared."

So... two of his people.

Medical alcohol and Q-tips were picked from the bag, then a roll of gauze. You place those on the coffee table.

"I think you need something bigger than a Q-tip." He chuckles, unbuckling his belt, removing his pants. You open your mouth wanting to argue it's probably best that he doesn't move right now, but you silence yourself when you see a flesh wound -

Blood trickles down his thigh, leaving a scorched round hole on his leg. You turn your head to the other side as soon you feel the need to hurl. Even with your goggles on, deep down, you know that it's blood, not ketchup, nor some red paint oozing from his body.

“Don’t puke on my shoes. Crocodiles died for it.” A strangled grunt comes out of his mouth when he finished speaking, having your heart tug in the slightest of agony.

The belt he took off just now is turned into an instant tourniquet on his thigh. The blood drips slower than it did, but it keeps ruining your carpet.

“Yeah, I bet the crocodile spirits hate you right now.” You mutter under your breath, snatching a face mask from the first-aid kit, taking a small inhale after you put it over your face.

Much, much better now.

Lloyd snorts out a short laugh, “You look like one of those bird-man in the Middle Ages when they are battling the plague.”

“Yeah well,” You place your hand on your hips, feeling somewhat braver to deal with this bloody mess all over your living room, “You’re about to bleed out on my couch, so let’s start with you telling me what else I can help with.”

Lloyd spares a glance at you when he’s busy rolling the gauze and pressing it onto his gunshot wound, his expression uninterpretable. Though you would guess that he is mildly impressed.

“Got any liquor? Something strong?” He raises his brows almost challengingly, “I don’t see any painkillers here, so … Bourbon? Whiskey? Scotch? Anything?”

You do have a bottle of whiskey that your cousin gave to you when you moved in. He’d come to visit and lend a helping hand from time to time. You take two glasses from the cupboard and half a bottle of whiskey.

You could use some liquid courage with a murder scene and your psycho boss in the middle of this lovely condo.

With the aid of whiskey and your patching and cleaning of the rest of the wounds, Lloyd is able to sleep through the night soundly without worrying about being a rigid corpse in the morning.

Yawning, and accidentally stretching his patched-up wounds, he allows a string of curses to flow out of his lips. Judging by the sunlight peeking through your curtains, he’d say it’s 9 or 10 in the morning. Last night, he was tired when the adrenaline gradually faded away, and he did not have the chance to take a close look at your – used to be his – place.

You did not put this place through any major changes, just some minor traces, reminding him that he is, in a sense, invading this cozy little apartment with his banged-up body.

With a decent set of fresh suit, shirt, and tie on the chair beside the bed.

Faint murmurs come from the other side of the door, Lloyd tenses up immediately, pulling his gun under the pillow, where he stocked last night, and turns the doorknob slowly.

“… shut up.” He hears you smack someone’s arm jokingly.

Your voice blends in with the voice in his memory of last night, when he winced in pain as you tried to take out glass shards from his forehead with a pair of tweezers, when he swung another gulp of whiskey from the bottle.

“Fucking hell, woman, I swear you’re trying to scoop my brains out rather than finding the glass pieces.” He grumbled.

“You’re lucky I didn’t kick you out, Mr. Hansen. Now I’m kindly asking you to shut up so I can take care of your wounds before it could get any worse.” You said impatiently, having struggled between the discomfort in your stomach and your determination to get him patched up, but adjusted your attitude soon after, keeping your mouth shut and pushing his upper body so he would lean on the couch and be still, while you turned on the flashlight to search the little glass piece on his forehead.

The warm and shallow breath fell on the ridge of his nose. It was broken, sure, tingling and itching, but it also meant that you were close, close enough to kiss-

“Cuz, are you sure that-”

The male voice is cut off when Lloyd in a black suit appears in front of you and a young man. One of his hands behind his back, you know far too well he’s holding the gun and will shoot your cousin’s brain out if you don’t explain quickly.

“Morning Mr. Hansen. This is my cousin, Connor Ashborne, studying at UCLA Med School.” You smile politely towards your boss, “I called for him to check up on you, since you refused to go to any doctor with a gunshot wound. He’s here to provide professional medical assistance.”

“Mr. Hansen,” the young man extends his hand for Lloyd to shake, “I’ve heard of a lot of things about you.”

“Lots of bad things, I hope.” Lloyd throws in a comment half-sarcastically, plopping himself down on the couch, ignoring your cousin’s extending hand, “Shit.” When he stretches his wounds again, the gauze must have clotted with his flesh for this level of pain.

“Cuz?” Conner turns his choice to your hand, “It’s your call. I can’t force your boss to do anything.”

“Yeah, me neither.” You mutter, “He’s more stubborn than a bull with eyes on the red flag.”

“Careful there, sunshine.” Lloyd gulps down some whiskey, numbing the pain in his thigh, “I can hear ya’ loud and clear.”

You silently shrugged towards your cousin, letting him know that you could not be of help any more than he did. “You should probably head to your classes.” You speak softly towards Connor, “Say hi to your sister for me, will you?”

“Sure thing, cuz. Remember those antibiotics and pain meds for the... patient in the kit.” He pulls you into a hug, “No need to thank me, I know, I'm one of a kind.”

Yeah, he's a one-of-a-kind dick when he wants to be. You can't help but smile knowing that his ego bloated after coming to your aid.

“I’ll see you around Christmas, yeah?”He asks.

“Around Christmas.” You confirm, patting his back.

Connor shoots you a wink and a “Bye, cuz”, grabbing the bicycle helmet on the kitchen counter and rushing out of your apartment like a gust of wind.

"A-hem." Lloyd clears his throat.

You let out a long exhale, realizing the big problem-o is still sitting on the couch like he owns this place – he indeed still does, as you have helped combing through his real estate. He owns the whole residential community – more specifically, has a lot of shares in the company which runs this residence, at the very least. Putting your best, and most professional courtesy on, you ask Lloyd, “I’ve called Denny earlier this morning. He’s now driving around the block. Denny has driven to your place and picked up the usual breakfast from your cook. Should I call him and tell him to come up? Or you’d like to head to the office right now?”

“Tell him to come up. I’ve been shot. It seems fair to skip work this morning.” Lloyd has the usual smug smile on his face. Stepping into his crocodile shoes onto the floor, spreading his arms over the couch, he looks down at the ground before narrowing his eyes and raising a sharp question: “You’ve had the carpet thrown out?”

Of course, you’ve had the carpet thrown out. Or you would throw up five times per hour.

You thought so when carrying the blood-soaked carpet downstairs, after making sure Lloyd was asleep around midnight. As his secretary, it is your job to make sure he doesn’t have to worry about anything besides his business.

You carried the carpet downstairs, avoiding cameras as carefully as possible, with your ridiculous scuba goggles and face mask on, and dumped the carpet, into another residence trash can two blocks further. With his blood and his scent on it, it is easy to lure those henchmen away if they bring hounds to search for Lloyd.

Lloyd does not go down without a fight, that you were certain. You were also certain of the fact that the transaction gone wrong would make relative parties involved less than happy, hence the ambush at Doc’s place. If they struck once, it seemed possible that they would strike again, knowing that Lloyd was hurt.

Also packing hydrogen peroxide, a powerful bleach, and a pack of Q-tips with you, you carefully erased the traces of Lloyd’s blood from the street to your residence building, and inside the elevator.

“Miss Y/L/N!” The security guard exclaimed on seeing you back inside the building. He was smart enough not to comment on you pulling your scuba goggles and face mask off, but smiled warmly, “A rough night?”

You smile back, “Hi Henry. I hate to pull ranks on you, Henry, I really do. But in less than ten minutes you are going to get a call from your boss, who has gotten a call from his boss, asking you to do exactly what I tell you to, which is to make a copy of the surveillance footage of the security cameras, and delete the original copy stored in the computers stored somewhere in this building. You are also going to tell me whether anyone has dropped by when your shift ends this morning, who looks suspicious, asking questions even though they don’t live here.”

The smile froze on Henry’s face, “Miss Y/L/N, it’s against the company orders…”

Just then, the phone on Henry’s desk rang, which Henry took the minute it made a sound.

The smile turned to a serious frown.

“…Yes. Yes, Sir. I’ll see to it.” He hung up the phone after a polite “Good night”, straightening his security guard uniform, and moved around the desk, “This way, Ma’am.”

After burying your head in the toilet bowl and throwing up almost half an hour ago, you had used your cell phone and called Lloyd's business partner up ahead, told him that Lloyd had issued a command to erase surveillance camera footage of a specific building and asked to keep a copy.

His business partner, hauled up from his bed because of this phone call in the middle of the night, knew better than to refuse.

… and that was why the Russian mob drove through the block later that morning at 1 a.m. and did not find a trace of Lloyd taking shelter in your condo after circling the area for quite some time.

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Random:

I don’t believe people should judge others simply based on astrology. This thought occurred because today, I overheard someone say “omg don’t proceed with a friendship because said person is *insert sign* and I about choked on my drink from the foolishness I heard. I’m mostly the complete opposite of what my sign is and I know there’s a ton of things that claim each year alignment changes, so if you’re currently a Taurus, based on new info or sun movements for that particular year or over the years the new alignment may make you an Aries or Gemini. I know some people literally judge people based on what their signs are and that’s ridiculous.

People believe what they want but please don’t choose friends or lovers simply based on your signs, that’s ridiculous. Birth charts cannot tell you if you are or aren’t compatible with another human, you’d actually have to meet and get to know said human being. It reminds me of the years of people obsessed over various male celebs “FS” to the point people don’t even read on Chris’ due to this shitshow and the obsession many people in the fandom at the time had, believing they were “aligned” to him or some crap. The readings and astrology signs should be treated for ONLY entertainment purposes, not trying to align oneself to another person or celeb. That’s a bit obsessed.

If someone is meant for you, you won’t have to force anything nor keep trying to prove anything. Most people randomly meet their soulmates. I always say if you believe someone is your soulmate, chances are they aren’t because it’ll most likely be someone absolutely unexpected. People play a dangerous game when they keep trying to force themselves in situations they have no business in.

I recall a few readers stating the “wife” wasn’t the one and how if she proceeded with whatever this is, it would end badly for her, well……we all see how this mess turned out, she has no momentum when it comes to her career and now we see how miserable she claims to be. Karma is real. Don’t mess with the Universe. If one keeps trying to force their way into someone’s proximity, they’d basically be putting bad juju on things and it’ll backfire on them.

If anyone is worried about falling in love, just simply focus on bettering yourself and living life, what’s meant for you will arrive right on time. 😌

#PositivityMondays

Thanks for sharing.

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#09 ୨ৎ ⸝⸝ 🦢 @hocchans ⋆

bibi my beloved ☺️ i indeed had a great day writing this AND congrats on 500 👏👏👏 im gonna send an ask later to formally congratulate 😌 anyways... i knew sanemis girlfriend would req for sanemi (surprise surprise!!!)) 3 is a drabble, 9 and 21 are headcanons 🫶

#3 🍰 | your anniversary

"wake up."

your sleep was rudely interrupted when you feel the mattress dipping, as well as a voice you're very much familiar with shaking you out from the dream realm. while adjusting to the dim light, your first set your sight on your boyfriend sat by your side, a neutral look on his face.

there's an urge to hide yourself from the world, but you reluctantly keep your head above the surface of the blanket, the light chill in the room suddenly becoming so apparent. "it's early morning... the sun hasn't rose yet." you mumble, turning to lay on your side, facing him.

"i know." sanemi's voice is clear, a sign that he's been awake for a while. "but i want to avoid the crowds that will form during the day and later tonight."

only for a moment do your eyes squint as your brain finally picks up on what he's hinting at. "i don't mind it. it adds to the atmosphere."

"i mind, bibi." he quickly replies. you giggle, memories of his subtle annoyance in past years rising to the surface. between the two of you, he's infamous for being on edge whenever people accidentally bump into your shoulders or overwhelm you with too many voices in such small spaces.

dropping the topic, you move on to your next question. "where are we going?"

in a rare moment of hesitation, he looks off to the side, mindlessly placing his hand on your form, which just so happened to be your upper arm. "...places."

you can't help but raise an eyebrow in suspicion, now knowing he probably has something planned. "can't enjoy our anniversary if we don't get a few cuddles in first. then, i'll possibly think about getting you to spill the beans." you retaliate, holding eye contact and not looking away.

he returns your stare, his expression seeming slightly bored, but he eventually relaxes his body and furrows his eyebrows. "really?"

"really. it's a requirement." it's a well known fact that he can't refuse when you're adamant about something.

with a sigh, he gives in and lifts the edge of the covers, sliding into bed. you happily indulge in his warmth as you shuffle back to make room for him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck. a small shiver runs through you as his fingers roam over your lower back, tucking you in closer to him.

it's quiet, no words exchanged, yet you enjoy it, as being near him on this special day is more important than anything else.

by the time you look up, sanemi's eyes were closed and he was breathing steadily. seems like he fell asleep before you even got to get up. after admiring his peaceful appearance for a bit, you glance over his hair to the bedside table, and you see a bouquet of flowers, as well as a slice of cake on a plate sitting on the surface. the day has barely started, yet he's already expressing his love for you. he treats you too well.

#9 🍓 | comfort when you cry

sanemi is one of the most gentle guys out there, mark my words

since he's had younger siblings, he's used to helping people out when they're upset. with you? it's different

his smile is so gentle too... he looks totally different when he does and it's comforting seeing how soft his eyes are

he chooses between telling you not to crying and saying it's okay to cry depending on the reason

if you're feeling worried or scared, he tells you not to cry. he wipes your tears with the back of his hand or a handkerchief because he knows his skin is rough from handling a sword

if you're upset about something else, like someone you care about being in poor condition or stress, he lets you cry. he'll sit with you from the start til the end, rubbing your hands with his thumb

most of the time, he isn't too sure on what to say. he's afraid it may come off as insensitive or blunt, but he's relieved when you tell him afterwards that his words were really helpful

at the end of either situation, he gives you a big hug because he knows you need it. or if you're not a fan of physical affection, he respects that too, and makes sure to say how much he loves you

#21 🍦 | love language

acts of service

he prefers to lighten your load when you're asleep or not aware of it.

he washes your clothes before leaving for a mission at night, has your clothes laid out for you after he returns, and still manages to wake up before you (most of the time)

he plans solo vacations or relaxing days off for you if he'll be busy for a while, or if you've been overworking yourself

tell him that you're going to do some chores, and he somehow manages to finish them off before you even got to make a start

gift giving

the day after he leaves for a long mission, his crow sends over a bundle of ohagi for you + there's always a sweet letter attached

he doesn't indulge in luxuries per se, but he only buys gifts of high quality for you. you won't find this guy lacking, because he's aware of what's good and what's not

sometimes he buys unexpectedly cute items because they remind him of you. a notable one would be a plushie similar in nature to a maru one (toro and friends) and his reasoning behind it is your faces look similar when you're smiling

physical touch

not the type to initiate it himself, but accepts it with open arms, and quite literally

he enjoys hugs the most. at first, they're light, but as the relationship progresses, they get really tight

always leans down so you can reach him for hugs, kisses, whatever you want to do. it's very, very rare that he teases you for your height if you're showing him affection, because he treasures every single interaction

he needs a hand on you in public, just to protect you. pda isn't necessarily his thing, but this is for safety reasons. it puts him at ease, even though he's always keeping an eye on you

event masterlist

[opinionettey]

ADVICE FOR THE SIGNS :

ARIES - Don’t let your anger or jealous pangs get the best of you. You are a warrior and a natural born fighter, use your strong will to change situations that no longer or haven’t been making you feel happy. Stay away from people who make you feel like you have to dim your light or makes you feel like you can’t do whatever the fuck you want, no matter what you decide you’ll come out on top!!! I promise you, stay true to yourself and your beliefs, love people, but love yourself more 🔥❤️‍🔥😘😤👊🏽

TAURUS - Take as much time as you need for however long you need. You are on your own timeline. It’s not a race, you’ll get to wherever you want to be when you’re supposed to get there. Think things through and decide when you’re ready. If anyone makes you feel less than what you are and is taking your love for granted, leave them for the birds, baby you’ll be more than okay! You were great before you met them, you’ll be even greater after them 💚 Head up sweetie pie, so we can all admire that beautiful face of yours 🥰🌹🧚🏼✨

GEMINI - Becareful who you share information with, just because you have a lot of friends doesn’t mean they’re actually your friends. Please hold weight to your words when you make a promise to someone. You’re very lucky to have people who trust you, don’t break their trust baby. You’re THAT friend for a reason, continue to be the awesome funny light hearted friend that you are without the expense of hurting others. 😌🥳😝✨🙏🏽

CANCER - Don’t let hurt people ruin your ability to love and accept others unconditionally ❤️‍🩹✨ , Your forgiving nature and understanding soul is one of a kind. Let them lose you, because YOU ARE the lost NOT them. Anyone that doesn’t appreciate you and know your worth the universe will take them out of your life because you are special. Let the trash take itself out, you don’t gotta lift a pretty little finger angel baby 💎✨ they’ll miss you, they always do 😏😉💯🙏🏽✨

LEO - You are the light my friend. You don’t need to seek validation from anyone. You have all the answers within yourself! You’re strong, confident, loving and beautiful, your soul radiates just like the sun! Light up the world baby , surround yourself with people who aren’t jealous of your light and who absorb your light. You inspire others to be themselves, don’t try to be anyone but you. They can imitate you but, they CANNOT duplicate you ✨🌞🦁💎😮‍💨🙏🏽

VIRGO - My sweet baby Virgo, stop your worrying my love, everything will work out. You are so caring and so sweet, not everyone deserves the best of you, save yourself for the people who treat you with nothing but support, respect and loyalty. ALWAYS trust your gut , and NEVER give anyone the benefit of the doubt , also try not to project your fears onto others, if you can’t tell the difference, meditate baby, clarity will come 💛✨🌬️🌞🍃 you’re protected and you’re loved, don’t ever doubt that 🙏🏽🤍✨

LIBRA - Love is your birth right. Love will always find you no matter what state you’re in 💛✨ Continue to be the best version of yourself, because you only deserve the best 😝❤️‍🔥 I promise things will be worth the wait because, YOU ARE WORTH IT. Good things come to those who wait my love, don’t stress about it or about them, you always get what you want 😘

SCORPIO - Forgive yourself ☺️❤️ Mistakes will always be made, and you’re not done making them, the best apology is changed behavior. You have the gift of death and rebirth, be kind to yourself during this time and be patient with yourself, you’re becoming someone you’ve never been before, and trust me, this new person was worth everything you’ve ever done in your life! Are you ready to rule the fucking world?!!! Cause it’s YOURS 😈❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 do the work & the rest will follow 🙏🏽✨❤️‍🔥💯

SAGITTARIUS - It’s time to let go love… It’s time to be free.. don’t you miss yourself ? 🥹, let yourself be free, let yourself live!! Go anywhere and be anyone with whom ever you want to experience this life with. You’re not meant to be in a cage, you’re meant to roam and run and leap and fly! go Sagittarius, anywhere, any place! You’ll be happy you did 😘😝✨🤍🌻🍃💘

PISCES - Dream my love, Dream a good dream. Have a great time and love loosely, dreams do come true and yours is happening! Don’t stop for anyone, don’t change for anything, cry, laugh, yell, sing! The angels are dancing because of you 🧚🏼🦄☁️✨You are fine, you’ll always be fine , more than fine, do whatever the fuck you want, you’ll live forever 🙏🏽🥹🤍🦄✨🌻

AQUARIUS - Don’t be so hard on yourself, people love you, you are loved and you are admired by many, anyone and everyone is lucky to have you in their lives with your beautiful wisdom and the way you speak. Don’t stop speaking, don’t stop sharing, don’t stop anything you love to do, no one is judging you 🤍✨🥹 You’re perfect the way you are, don’t change a thing. 🥸😎🙏🏽😘😘😘😘😘

CAPRICORN - Sweet Capricorn, You are winning, at life, at love, at anything you desire. You are precious, you are strong, continue to be strong my love, continue to protect what you love and what you believe, no one can take anything from you. Resilient soul 🔥🔥 don’t let anyone tell you you’re too rigid or strict, you’re just the right amount stable, work hard my sweet Capricorn, riches are your birth right 💯😎❤️

[dmagedgoods]

sorry i really really really want to ramble because my GOD Raphael has me in a chokehold. my christian grandma would probably get an aneurysm if she ever learns the amount of affection i have for a fictional nasty devil man

Raphael always striked me as... i def don't have the needed english vocab for this, but, yk, nudging? hinting? suggesting rather than forthcoming? a cat seeing the rodent go into its hiding place and simply waiting near it rather than pushing its paw inside. a cat staring at it's human when they cook rather than trying to steal the food bits by itself. yk????

he nudges us in the right direction, he knows one way or another we'll do what he wants us to do and so he waits and plays around rather than straight up DEMANDING we do something. he only goes yeah yeah so and so its YOUUUR choice yes YOUR CHOICE..... its like that thing he said with Mol, what was it? "to choose the only option she has left"

and i think in a romance it would be very much the same, in situations. i imagine if he goes in for a kiss, he... well, he won't *go in* for it necessarily. he'll move in just enough for OUR mind to think of it, then patiently wait for US to make the first move, and goddamn it I'm pouncing onto him alright!!! it reminds me of a post i saw a longass time ago about how flirting is basically saying horny/affectionate stuff but also having enough deniability to say "oh,no, thats not what i meant at all". and he's literally the personalization of that.

"did... you flirt with me?" "take it as you will, little mouse, all i wanted to say is [explains in still a vaguely flirty manner lmfao]"

and that opens up, like... how would he be when he's not patient enough??? if his patience is JUST running thin he'll probably pull us closer yeah but make it not too obvious and more almost like how you pull in a dance partner. he can't let us know he NEEDS to kiss us, hmmm? and when his patience is gone for sure i can definitely imagine him just straight up grabbing us tbh. you didn't give the cat enough attention so get ready to be clawed at until you give it a VERY MUCH DESERVED treat you ungrateful human

(cat-coded raphael believers unite)

so so so sorry to drop all this text on you i--- 💀

🏃🏼🏃🏼🏃🏼🏃🏼🏃🏼

Anon, you stay right where you are! Don’t you dare and run away! [Guards, close the gates!] I'm being silly omg, don't mind me. But never apologize for coming at me with Raphael thoughts, I love this so, so much! 💕 Also I wholeheartedly agree! Raphael definitely is an observer who likes to tempt action and then see it unfold, curious for the direction it will go. The comparison to a waiting cat really fits! After all, isn’t it that much more satisfying if the food is brought to you instead of taking it yourself? 😌 "To choose the only option she has left", that’s quite classical devil behavior if you ask me. - Making the deal with him appear like the last resort. Maybe moving a few things into place here and there, but ultimately just offering a solution in desperate times of need. Omg, I wondered about this so much, anon! Because yes! True! Raphael has time and I even think it will take him a while to come to terms with his own feelings (those feelings he shouldn’t have as a devil). The “tempt then wait and see” behavior plays into this perfectly and gives him the chance to declare it a mere game he enjoys. I imagined a scene where Tav or Durge teases him and he can’t resist anymore, loses his patience, and kisses them with demanding passion. But oh, I really, really like your idea too. Maybe even more, since you are right, that’s such a him thing to do. Offering, preparing “the deal” but it’s Tav/Durge who needs to sign it by claiming those tempting lips for a kiss. Or well, why not combine it: Tav/Durge teasing him, Raphael losing his patience (we all know he struggles with self-control when confronted in well-aimed manners), but stopping himself from the last step, his fierce need so very obvious and still holding himself back, because as you write: He can’t let them know he is internally shaking with desire and yearning for them. And the way I imagine him to flirt is quite similar to this, indeed. Sometimes just teasing or some flattery, sometimes lewd like the liquor in bellybutton line, but he has this suave demeanor that always creates a bit of distance and allows his prey to take a step backward if they are not willing to go there (yet). Tav/Durge needs to be quite courageous to get that next step from him. Of course, Catphael Raphael has to make it hard for them, probably because he enjoys it but maybe also because he’s not quite sure how to deal with it all himself. His usual duality of hidden insecurities and egomaniacal pride we love him for.

[riddle-me-ri]

Requests for BTAS Jervis, you say??? 👀 👀 👀 Maybe some body worship on him? He has the cutest lil tummy and I wanna kiss it and tell him he's pretty 😌

A/N: EEEEE my actual reaction when I got this ask: 😍😍😍 thank you thank you thank you anon! This is the exact request I was waiting for lmao. I love this promot with my whole heart! BTAS Jervis is absolutely deserving of all the body worship. Thank youu

Trigger Warning:  body worship, touching/caressing, handjobs, and blowjobs (all about Jervy again, sorry not sorry)

Word Count: 1.8 k

BTAS Mad Hatter x Reader - Let Me Adore You 

Jervis has always treated you like royalty. You felt like the only person in the world, the only one who truly mattered. 

You failed to recall any other time anyone has ever made you feel so desired. It made you wonder though, if Jervis felt the same way? 

He was more than deserving of it. A little ball of guilt welled up in your stomach. 

You did love him, absolutely cherished him. You returned all his kisses, held his hand tight, wrapped your arms around him every chance you got.

Nevertheless, he deserved more, so much more. You were going to make him feel the way he made you feel. You just hope that you were capable of reciprocating the feeling to Jervis tenfold. 

It was a spectacular night on the town, Jervis was ever so the gentleman as always. He made you laugh and smile until your cheeks hurt. The kisses to your hand, cheeks and lips warmed your body throughout. 

As much fun as you were having you couldn't wait to get him home, so you could finally have him to yourself. 

You two were walking home, your arm tucked into his, yet it felt like you were somewhat dragging Jervis along. 

"W-Why are you in such a rush to get home, darling?" Jervis asked almost nervously, secretly worried that you somehow had a bad time and were rushing back home so it would end. 

When you heard the worrisome tone in his voice it brought your speed walking to a halt. You brought your other arm that wasn’t tucked into his, over his bicep. You squeezed his arm gently, reassuringly. 

“Oh, uh…no reason, in particular…” 

Jervis scrunched his eyebrows for a moment. He did not pry but he couldn’t say he was totally convinced either. Something was definitely on your mind. You tried to keep pace with him and tried to keep your nerves from vibrating in excitement. 

It took everything in you not to just immediately pounce on Jervis once you finally got home. However, you did want to make your intentions known now that you two have retreated to the comfort of your abode.

You snatched the rim of his signature top hat and hung it up carefully, before wrapping your arms around his neck. Jervis was about to ask you for an insight into your thoughts but all words was replaced with a strong red blush as you softly rubbed the tip of your nose along his. 

You arms tightened slightly bringing him closer to you. You leaned in and kissed him deeply. You couldn’t deny your swoon at the sound of his soft whimpers against your lips. 

Barely even touching him, just one deep kiss with many to come and Jervis’ face was already flushed red and he was already gulping for air. 

“W-W…what…what b-brought this on, darling?” 

You hummed softly in amusement at his meekness. Intimacy in your relationship was still fairly new, especially for one like Jervis who has been alone for a vast majority of his life. He was lucky to even see first base let alone make it. 

“I-I want to do something a little…different tonight, my sweet.” Your hands slid down from around his neck to his chest. Your fingers deftly began undoing the buttons of his suit. 

You took the almost comically audible gulp from Jervis as a sign to continue. “I want tonight to be about you and only you…just a way to show my appreciation for you…and how you make me feel…”

Jervis brought his hands up to hold yours to pause your movements. He shook his head, insisting, “y-y-you don’t have too…I-I…I treat you the way I do…b-because I adore you, darling…it’s not…you don’t…your happiness is-” 

You gently placed the tips of your fingers to his lips to stall any more nervous ramblings from tumbling out of his mouth. 

“I know I don’t have too…Jervis…” You smiled at him sweetly. “My beloved, Jervis…I may not have too…but I want to. I really want to…please let me adore you more so than usual anyway, tonight…please?” You titled your head to the side and fluttered your eyelashes, hoping that would seal the deal.

Another loud gulp, but a small nod was all you needed to proceed. 

As if this man could not be any redder. When you finally got him to the bed and undressed, you realized his flushed flaming skin was the same all over his body. You hovered over him, more than delighted to have him open, bare, and all to yourself. 

However, you knew it wouldn’t be the same for Jervis if he remained as tense as he was. You knew this was a new experience for him, you would have to pace yourself, despite how much you desired to bring him to ecstasy. 

“Jervis…sweetheart…I need you to breathe.” You gently laid your equally bare body on top of his. You brought one of your hands up to the back of his head. You began to soothingly comb your hand through his bright blonde hair. 

He managed to regain a healthy breathing rhythm and your felt the rest of his limbs begin to relax. You smiled softly at him before you leaned your face closer to his. 

Jervis began softly chortling as you left sweet small pecks all along his face. You kissed his forehead, his temple, his cheeks, his nose, and even along under his jaw. After your affectionate assault on his face, you came back to the center and finally gave him a proper kiss on the lips. 

You playfully licked along Jervis’ lower lip, causing Jervis to slightly gasp before allowing your tongue access. The way his moan vibrated against your lips and sounded so sweet to your ears…it had no right to make you so excited of what noises he’d make next. 

Reluctantly, you pulled away from the kiss to continue your trail of kisses along his exposed skin. Down his jaw, along his collarbone, down the middle of his chest. Occasionally you heard Jervis gasp at a certain sensitive area of skin, but his breathing was still fairly normal. 

You teasingly tickled him a bit as you hummed along the skin you kissed. The skin of his torso forming small gooseflesh as if leaving a trail of your kissing trek. As you were tailing down his body, your hand was slowly working up his legs towards your groin. 

When your lips got to the more chubbier areas of his stomach, you began littering the skin with kisses. You glanced up, elated at your handiwork so far. Your lips were practically numb from all the kisses, but you didn’t care. 

“You look absolutely gorgeous like this beloved, I hope you feel that way too…it is how you make me feel every day.” You whispered softly. 

Jervis wanted to try and respond somehow, to assure you he felt more than just gorgeous but your fingers slightly ghosting over his cock brought any words to a halt. 

You sit back on your haunches for a minute as you began to slowly stroke his hard member that was already a bright almost irritated red. Jervis’ breathing started to become ragged at this point. You leaned back down towards his face as you slowly began quickening the pace of your strokes. 

You crashed your lips into his once more, adamantly searching for access back into the warm wet cavern of his mouth. His moans strongly hummed into your lips as you began to tighten your grip as well, especially around his head as you stroked up and down. Once again, you pull back to look into his blue eyes you loved. 

“You are doing so well, darling…so pretty like this…” You began slowly moving your head back down his body. Every now and then kissing or softly nibbling at his body. Jervis once again tried to respond, but all that came out was gasps and moans. 

Once your lips were in front of his cock, you gently licked along it. You licked along the opening of his head and collected the bit of cum that gathered there. When you felt he was ready, you finally began lowering your head on his dick. 

You felt his body and legs slightly twitch at the warm and tight sensation of your mouth on him. Especially as you continued to take him further, trying to encompass his dick with your mouth. When you both got comfortable with the new position, you steadfastly began picking up the pace from where your hand left off. 

The sounds Jervis was making were nothing short of delectable. Every pitiful moan, gentle grunt, darling whimper, and they were all yours. All for you. How is it that despite worshipping him you still found yourself extremely pleased? 

You adored him, that’s why. You loved him just as much as he did you. You completed and complimented each other like tea cups to their matching saucers. 

You jumped slightly at the pressure at the back of your head, only to realize it was Jervis’ hand. He softly gripped your scalp as you tightened your lips around him as you dragged your lips back up to his head. The way he was still being gentle but was clearly enjoying himself freely, made you more excited below your waist. You moaned around his member causing him to cry out beautifully. 

“D-Darling…oh…oh darling…I-I…mmhmm.” You tightened your lips once again. “This-is-is…amazing…aahh-” Your hand went down and began rolling his testicles between your fingers and thumb, every now and then squeezing them. 

His legs began twitching slightly and you stole a glance up at him to see him toss his head back. You quickened your pace. You bounced your head along his cock as you tightened your lips and sucked harder on his cock. 

The knuckles on Jervis’ hand that held your head turned white as he gripped tighter as a wave of euphoria overcame him. He hissed just before groaning in bliss as his nerves were lightened up with tingling, pleasurable electricity. 

Meanwhile, you happily gulped and sucked every drop of his fluids like it was your last glass of water. If not for Jervis’ lightly patting your head, you would likely have still warmed his cock in your mouth. You wiped some drool, likely mixed with his cum along your arm before slowly crawling up beside him. 

As you laid down beside him, you opened your side to him, inviting him to rest his head on your chest for a change. Jervis gladly accepts, wasting no time to nestle his head in the crook of your shoulder and neck. The tip of his nose occasionally tickling the side of your neck. 

You kissed the top of his bright hair, before snuggling your face into the thick of it. “I hope I was able to show you just an inkling of how you make me feel.” You whispered softly, almost worried to break the serenity of the moment. 

You felt Jervis huff bemused. “Oh, you did, beloved. I always felt like the luckiest man alive to have you for my own…but now I know for sure that I am.” He leaned his head up for a second to look into your eyes. Jervis leaned in and you happily returned the gentle kiss, before blissfully drifting off to sleep.

[whiskey-bumblebee]

Thank you for the other blurb, bestie 😌 I'm back because I'm insufferable and love your writing lmao 😂 another dream gift would be an array of paint and spray paint to do my paintings along with somewhere to do them. OR a huge truck with all the extra bells and whistles. (I don't care what kind of truck it is, I just really want one 😭) thanks in advance 😄

welcome back bestie! pleasure to have you 😌 please enjoy! I went for the painting option for as little as I know about instruments, I know even less about cars lol

oops! I added a whole subplot. and renovation politics commentary

divider courtesy of @tommyytalks (and isn’t it pretty!)

You're somewhat surprised to see Hotch's laptop open to a real estate website, looking at places in Fredericksburg. His house was so close to the Bureau, and easy driving distance from D.C. if he needed to go to the capital for any reason. Plus, his house was great! It was spacious, private, and as secure as a fortress (although it was lacking a moat...). You couldn't imagine him living anywhere else. More selfishly, you had hoped that he would talk to you about moving, since you had been living with him for a few months, letting the lease on your old apartment lapse.

Not wanting to seem like you'd been snooping, you don't bring it up with him, until you're at a brunch with him and some of your friends and their partners. Someone brings up the topic of investing, and you learn that one of your friends has bought a cabin in upstate New York, with the intention of renovating it and reselling it. From the pictures, you can tell it's a beautiful heritage building, and your friend points out all of the places where the ceiling is sagging, or the carpets show signs of water damage. She promises that she'll stay true to the character of the home, adding modern amenities to make the place more liveable, but otherwise focusing on returning it to its former glory.

You glance over at Hotch, and he nods, setting down his coffee.

"I've been looking at a place in Fredericksburg, it's an old loft that needs some TLC," He adds, and your friends nod. "I'd never want to leave our current place, but it could be nice to have something set up for retirement like Dave has."

Several months later, your friend has become far too attached to the property in New York to give it up. After weeks of picking out doorknobs which would be accurate for the 19th century home, ensuring the windows provided good insulation against the cold, and seeing the house blossom into something which looked much more like a home, they'd been considering the possibility of moving in.

"You could always set it up as a house museum," You comment. "They're popular in Rome, you could contact the state and ask if they'd be able to provide any funding for recovering the family's artefacts and things."

Meanwhile, you and Aaron had been doing up the loft. He asked you about which colours you thought would suit the space, whether you should leave the brick exposed or plaster the walls instead. You uncovered some beautiful wooden beams when working on the insulation in the ceiling, and decided to incorporate them into the loft's design scheme.

You're feeling sad about the prospect of renting the place out instead of living in it yourself, and when you think about how wealthy Aaron is already, the idea of charging another family to live in this home just doesn't sit well with you.

Your work picks up suddenly, with some external audit taking place, forcing you to work longer hours. You have less time for the loft, and Aaron reminds you that he's happy to pick up the slack. After all, he'd renovated his own home and found that whole process rather relaxing.

Then, weeks later, Aaron decides to treat you to a shopping trip in Fredericksburg, where there are many more options than near Quantico. Bags populate the car, mostly lingerie, some new tech you'd been needing, a couple of gourmet snacks.

He takes a turn you don't recognize as part of the route home, but you don't question it. Maybe he'd been listening to the traffic report on the radio and decided to take a different route. Before long, he's parking in front of an unimpressive building, and you give him the side eye.

"C'mon," He says, undoing his seat belt and taking the keys out of the ignition.

When you walk into the space, you realize that he's just taken you to the back side of the loft, which you didn't recognize since you'd always come in through the front.

"Oh, you finished it?" You try to muster your enthusiasm.

He nods, reaching for your hand as he leads you through it. There are some minimal furnishings; canvases, paint, lamps and lighting fixtures. A chair here or there. You look at the skylight and feel a twist in your chest. What a beautiful building.

"What do you think?" Aaron asks, his eyes gleaming.

"It's beautiful, are you renting it out to an artist?" You pick up a brush, turning it over in your fingers, glancing over the shelves stocked with turpentine, mineral oil, paints, argan oil for deep-conditioning the brushes.

He ignores your question, shrugging. Maybe he can feel your resistance, you think. Maybe he doesn't want to say any details in case I get upset.

He leads you back outside, and you notice that there's a small lot out the back you hadn't seen before. A metal shelf holds a number of bottles of spray paint in varying shades. Aaron tosses you a can, and you barely catch it, confused.

"Want to start making it your own?"

You cock your head at him. "My own?"

He presses the keys into your hands. "I'm sorry for lying to you. It's not a retirement property. I'm not going to rent it out."

"It's..."

"Your new studio," He grinned. "With an outdoor space for spray painting so you don't have to wear a respirator if you don't want to."

"Hotch," You whisper. "It's perfect."

"Not to sound cocky," He pauses. "But, I know. You designed it."

It finally clicks in your head, him acquiescing to each of your suggestions for which colours the walls should be, what kinds of lighting each part of the open-plan space needed...

You grin. "You're sneaky."

He wraps his arm around your shoulders. "When I need to be."

[toomuchracket]

per the last ask (I’m a different anon) maybe birthday party verse! Matty and reader take a trip to celebrate a publication of hers and they rent a car (maybe a vintage convertible like in that one music vid) and matty is looking all classic driving reader down pch on their way to dinner and so it’s kind of a mix of sunshine baby/golden/style and then after dinner they decide to take a dip in the ocean 😌

gonna change the location of this because i had an idea about it anyway but it's a similar vibe!! so i think that the holiday starts in paris - you've been asked to do a little talk and a signing of your most recent book at the shakespeare and company bookshop, which is a huge fucking deal and something you're so so excited about, and naturally matty's glowing with pride and goes to paris with you. and you have a few days there before your event, just reminiscing on the last time you were there with your friends, and visiting museums and doing a bit of shopping. matty's in extra-proud boyfriend mode and attempting to buy you everything your eyes linger on for more than a second "as a well-done! a little treat!"; at the event itself (which he's already given you flowers for), he's watching you from the edges of the crowd, totally in awe of you (someone snaps a pic of him smiling at you like you hung the moon and tweets it, someone else tweets to say that they spoke to him and he literally just gushed about you for five minutes straight lol), and he almost cries after he cheekily queues for you to sign his copy of the book, because you address it to "the love of my life" and kiss the page to leave a lipstick mark on it for him lol.

anyway, i think at dinner afterwards, you probably say something like "god, i really don't want to go home in two days" and matty just beams and goes "well, good, because we're not", and then he reveals that he's booked a cottage somewhere in bordeaux for the two of you to stay in for the next week - you're immediately so so excited, and then you're like slightly panicked because "i didn't bring enough clothes!", and matty laughs like "well, now you'll need to let me take you shopping, sweetheart, yeah?" and you roll your eyes but you do let him buy you armfuls of new sundresses the next day lol. and the day after shopping, you and matty have a two-hour long train journey to bordeaux - which is spent listening to an album together and eating sweets lol - where there's a car waiting for you outside; a classic red vintage convertible (like the one from that clip of matty in l.a.), which matty is SO smug about. you tease him about it a little, like "you're sure you can drive on the opposite side of the road?" and "this is so new wave cinema of you. you've got postmodernism brainrot, baby", but that's just to distract yourself from jumping his bones because jesus christ he looks so hot driving with his sunglasses on and his hair all curly and messy (you take like 455883 pics of him like this. new lockscreen material for certain). i think you probably get lost a couple of times on the way to the cottage - you're responsible for navigating with the map and it's in french, for fuck's sake lol - but neither of you mind, because it's just so perfect driving through the french countryside with the wind in your hair and the sun on your faces. and the week is like the total antithesis to your busy time in paris; you just laze about in the sunshine, smoking and fucking (lol) and eating good food (but you both do end up getting inspired and writing some stuff for your respective next projects lol), before getting a little bit dressed up in the early evenings to tour some of the MANY vineyards nearby, having dinner and getting pleasantly tipsy on red wine. the very last night, you go to the vineyard where That Wine, the one you guys bonded over and love sharing, is made. and maybe, just maybe, a certain question is popped... idk! who's to say? regardless, it's perfect <3

[starsofang]

OHMY GODD ANG ITS SO GOOD I LOVE IT THANK TOU !!

Your writing is impeccable!! I love the way you characterize Simon!!

For future ideas w autistic!reader (totally not projecting here) what about nonverbal reader, or nonverbal reader just joining the team and price is introducing them while translating the asl (I hc that price knows a concerning amount of languages but that’s just me) and Simon signs back?? Or also autistic!simon and reader???

I am going to get very annoying about this 🙏

Drink lots of water and give yourself little treats often !!

-🪼

MY FAVORITE ANON IS BACK 🗣️🗣️🗣️ HELLO MY LOVIE you know i’m always down to write requests for you 😌 you can never be annoying, you’re helping the creative juices flow with your lovely ideas every single time and you know i’d be more than happy to deliver, so as always, expect it as soon as i can and you can always find it in my masterlist when it’s posted :3

(i will make sure to do that i promise u <3)

[enchantechante]

Your posts have been extra spicy lately.I'm checking them out before church and have many thoughts.I want to tell the women who've been writing in for the past few days to focus on yourself first,ALWAYS.If they want to go to college or pick up a trade,do it.Learn about investing and real estate while being single so when they do get involved, they'll have their own streams of income and won't have to be dependent.Get healthy and work out.Seek therapy if they need to.Get themselves all the way together.I also will say this...as someone who is 36 and has seen a lot of karma hit people right in their tails...10/10,they will cross paths again with those ex's who did them wrong.That's how life works.Those done wrong eventually see those who wronged them even if it takes twenty years.I am a witness.But when they do see them,they won't be how their ex's left them...broken,confused,unsure of who they are etc.The bible tells us that God will prepare a table for us in the presence of our enemies and that's exactly what's taking place currently.The table is slowly being prepared.All I'm getting from these stories of women who were discarded as if they were nothing,who had been lied to,used,taken advantage of,cheated on,manipulated mentally etc is redemption.Each of them chose to better themselves instead of becoming like the men who hurt them.They aren't looking for another person to complete them.They are focusing on self,unlike the men who seem to be needy and searching for a woman,no matter who that woman may be,online or in person.The men are showing all of the signs of someone who is narcissistic,users,abusers and men who do not take accountability.The women are saving themselves for the one God has for them.A man who is equally yoked by God's standards and not the world.A man who loves as Christ loves the church.The world's standards of love are very fickle and changes like the weather.If people go by the world's standards of what real love is then they will fail each time and those men did not know real love let alone God's love,even if they did attend church or read their Bible.The broken hearts the women experienced is what needed to take place because if it didn't,most likely they wouldn't have left those men who were clearly no good in the first place.God had to move some things around because some things and people were out of order.

It's like the saying go...hurt people hurt people and those men were hurt,not healed,and did not have good intentions.The ladies are now focusing more on God and we all know when you focus on Him and do His will,He will turn things around for the greater good.He will show the ladies that they are the blessing and lack nothing because what is no longer in their lives,served no purpose for the direction they are headed in.

There's no need to check social media accounts to see if they look happy ,are married,got kids on the way etc.There is also no need wish any of them well or hope their relationships flourish.The disrespect was the nail in the coffin.Each of them were good to their ex's and did right by them.How we as people treat others says a lot about who we are.When we treat others well in spite of their disrespect towards us,that's us loving and treating others how God would want us to.How they treat us in return is between them and God,just always do what's right no matter how it looks or feels at that moment.Move on and continue to focus on God.All that was taken away will be replaced by greater and remember we all will reap what we sow so always be mindful.

they are! @ spicy. love how real the gworls are being tho ngl 😌😌😌

But wait, this encouraging word is giving!!

"What they no longer have in their lives served no purpose for the direction theyre going!"

That table metaphor is gon bless somebody! I just read it and was like 🤯 This is a perfect way to put what happens when people abandon, disrespect, deceive and betray Gods ppl.

And this has kept me through so much in life! @ "God never takes something without replacing it with something of equal or greater value."

[sansaorgana]

👀 Gale showing his wife just how much he missed her overseas?

hello, love! 😌 I've already written a smutty fic like that here so this time I went with a scenario of Buck coming back home and the emotional aspect of this situation since they haven't seen each other in almost two years 😳😭🥺

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

When Buck was leaving his wife to go to Europe, he was planning to come back to her quickly after finishing his twenty five missions as fast as possible. Or he would die, which was also a possibility. But he certainly wasn’t planning to get shot down and end up in a German camp for the rest of the war.

Every day, week, month he spent there was filled with one thought only – lost time. All the time he was losing on surviving at all costs instead of living his life at home with his wife who was bravely and patiently waiting.

“Do you think they're still waiting for us? Our girls?” DeMarco asked one evening when they were playing cards and killing time.

“You’re asking as if you were so faithful yourself,” Bucky teased him. “Plenty of men back home hunting for the military wives.”

Buck shot him an angry glance for a second. He had been faithful to his wife. And he was sure she had been faithful to him, too. He wanted to be.

“Don’t look at me like that, Buck,” his friend pushed him playfully. “You guys have seen his wife?” He asked the others and they nodded in response. They all had seen a picture of Mrs. Cleven because Buck always kept it with him and occasionally stared at it with soppy puppy eyes. “What I’m saying is that I’m sure there are lots of men ‘round town who chase her,” Bucky explained.

“Thank you for clarifying,” Gale gritted his teeth.

“And she’s only a woman after all, we’re all humans with needs,” DeMarco joined the teasing. 

Buck stood up as the men looked up at him, confused.

“Come on, we are teasing,” Bucky grinned at him.

“I will not participate in this,” his friend sat on his bed instead and opened a book to read.

It was none of his business how his friends treated their wives and relationships but he was serious about his and he respected his wife more than anything. However, their jokes and teasing had planted a seed of insecurity in his mind. 

When she held him for the first time after his return, it felt surreal. Her hands were so soft when they cupped his face, yet they squeezed him so tight that he felt like she would crush his organs. Gale couldn’t stop looking at her face, her sparkling eyes, her smile, every tiny wrinkle on her face, every little detail that he had forgotten already; that the black-and-white picture failed to capture.

He was back home but he felt like he was put in a glass jar. People’s voices sounded as if they were coming from another room. His wife’s hand squeezed his and it was the only thing grounding him. Even his own house felt odd and strange – he had remembered it differently. Now it was decorated with Welcome Home signs and filled with the neighbours patting his back and asking him millions of questions per minute.

So when they all left and he closed the door behind the last couple living down the street, Buck sighed with relief and turned around to face reality. The house was dark at this hour but there were dim lights turned on in every room on the ground floor. His wife was taking care of the dishes in the kitchen and he looked at his face in the mirror by the front door.

There were scars scattered all over his cheeks and he looked exhausted. But other than that, he was a lucky bastard who had gotten home safe and sound. Even if it had taken him much longer than expected.

Gale fixed his hair in the mirror and entered the kitchen, awkwardly leaning on the doorframe. It was his home but it didn’t feel like his space anymore. It was hers now – his wife’s. She was humming a song and washing the plates and cups with an apron put loosely over her cocktail dress.

“Where did you get a dress like that?” He asked softly and she turned around with a smile.

“Oh! You startled me for a second,” she gasped. “I’m not used to having someone creeping up on me like that,” she admitted and Buck approached her to start drying the freshly washed dishes with a cloth. He wanted to help in any way. “I bought it last week. Been saving money for something special for your return and since it took you so long to come back to me…” she chuckled nervously, “I saved quite a lot.”

“I’m sorry,” Buck blushed at her joke.

“No, baby, don’t be sorry. It was them Krauts who didn’t want to let you go, am I right?” She pushed his shoulder with hers and went back to washing the remaining cups. “If I was them, I wouldn’t want to let you go either,” she added.

She always tried to joke about almost anything, to turn everything into a situation worth laughing or at least smiling about. It was one of the things Buck adored her for.

They finished washing and drying the dishes and she took her apron off with a sigh.

“I’ll finish cleaning tomorrow,” she told him.

“I will do it. Tomorrow,” Buck told her and she smiled faintly at him.

“Come, sit on the porch with me,” she held his hand as if he was made of glass and led him outside. There was a wooden bench on the porch and a small light turned on, flowers in the pots and an ashtray.

“You smoke now?” Buck raised an eyebrow at his wife as he sat down.

“No, only sometimes. You see, I had women coming here in the evenings,” she explained and sat down next to him, “and we would sit here for hours just like that. And talk,” she added and laid her head on his shoulder.

He nearly flinched at that gesture. It was such a long time that he wasn’t used to affection anymore. Yet he craved more of it.

“I’m glad you weren’t lonely,” he whispered and put his arm around her.

“Oh, but I was… So awfully lonely,” she looked up at him and he looked down to meet her gaze. Her eyes filled with tears.

“My friends were teasing me that…” Buck swallowed thickly, “...that a woman like you… Well, that she’d be chased ‘round town by all the men here.”

He felt stupid admitting that and he knew that this sort of accusation would hurt her. But she didn’t look angry nor sad. She only chuckled.

“No men left, no,” she shook her head. “All the best ones were away or dead,” she hugged his chest and he sighed with relief. “And what about you, Major Cleven? Am I supposed to believe you’ve been faithful?”

“Not many women in a camp for the captive pilots, you know?” Buck rubbed her back.

“But I mean before that,” her finger played with one of the buttons of his shirt.

“You can ask Bucky if you don’t believe me.”

“Oh, I believe you,” she laughed. “You know, my friends teased me, too. They were saying there ain’t no way my man’s no cheater. But I knew you would never do that. I said, my Buck would rather die than look at another woman. And they all thought I was crazy,” she told him.

“You aren’t crazy,” Buck shook his head and leaned in to kiss the top of her head. “And you smell so nice. Is that a new perfume?”

“I didn’t use perfume,” she answered.

“Then it’s just you. You smell so nice,” he hummed to himself and buried his face in her hair.

She curled herself up in his arms and bit on her lip before asking in a shaky voice:

“Do you still love me?”

Gale’s heart skipped a beat as he looked down and raised her chin to make her look up.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you still love me?” She repeated the question and he took a deep breath in but she didn’t let him answer. “I know you think you do. And you had my picture but I am not that picture, Buck. I know you loved the picture and your little scenarios you were creating inside your head to keep yourself alive and I am not angry at you, not at all. But now when you’re back and when you see me, do you still love me or are you disappointed? Perhaps some part of you wishes I was that picture instead?” Her lower lip trembled as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“I don’t know what to say, darling,” he admitted and wiped her cheeks with his thumbs. “But I can show you. Come,” he stood up gently and raised her up with him to lead her back inside and pick her up bridal style to carry her upstairs to their bedroom. Her bedroom. He hadn’t slept there for almost two years.

Buck switched the light on and laid his wife on the bed gently as she kicked her shoes off of her feet. He hovered over her on bed and joined their lips together in a sweet and gentle kiss as his fingertips caressed her jaw and neck.

“I missed you,” he whispered after breaking the kiss and looking deep into her eyes. “I missed the real you. That picture was never enough,” he assured her and she smiled at him before throwing her hands around his neck to pull him down for another kiss. Hers was more eager, though; it was hungry and sloppy and it encouraged him to roam his hands more freely all around her body.

“I’m scared,” she breathed out. “I’m scared that I’ve grown too used to being alone.”

“You’ll grow used to having me around again the same way. I’m not letting you go, sweetheart,” he bopped on her nose and she rolled her eyes with a chuckle.

“Buck Cleven, my hero,” her delicate hands cupped his cheeks and caressed the scars with her fingertips.

“I’m no hero,” he protested.

“To me you are,” she insisted and furrowed her brows. “You had to be in so much pain and I wish I could take at least some of it.”

“I would never want you to,” Buck kissed her wrist softly. “It would spoil all your sweetness.”

“Oh, it’s already spoiled. You haven’t seen me at my worst,” she confessed and he looked at her face, worryingly. “When I was going crazy without you here all alone. You’d send me to asylum if you saw.”

“I would not,” he assured her, seriously. “You haven’t seen me at my worst either. I don’t think you would like me like that,” he swallowed thickly as the horrific memories flashed in front of his eyes. “The things I did to come back to you…”

“Shh, I don’t have to know,” she pulled his face down and placed soft kisses upon his cheeks, nose and chin. “Unless you want to share it with me one day. But you don’t have to tell me anything, Buck.”

“I’m just so happy to be home,” he whispered almost inaudibly, their faces so close that their lips were touching.

“And I’m happy to have you back, baby,” she smiled and fixed his hair.

“Every breath was for you, every step, every bomb I dropped, every bullet I avoided, every day and every night. Just to come back to you,” he kept looking deep into her eyes. “I’m sorry it took so long.”

“Major Cleven,” she shook her head and rubbed her nose with his, “your wife would wait a million years for you, don’t you know…?”

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