#to adore and love them unconditionally as if they were gods

[mira0000000-blog]

Brain shadup

[gay-dorito-dust]

Ford with a crush or an s/o thats just OBSESSED with his hands? and I mean OBSESSED

cant get enough of touching them, holding/intertwining them, kissing them, cupping their own face with him hand with theirs on top, bonus points if they get flustered when he holds/touches them and just him doing random stuff with his hands

and maybe a scene where they tell him how much they love his hands?

i love ur writings!!

Ford was ostracised for his hands, so much so that he always kept them shoved deep into his pockets whenever he went anywhere to avoid being made fun of anymore then he already was.

So when you came into his life and saw his six fingers, he thought you were going to be no different then anyone else who’s seen them, only to be surprised when you gingerly held his hand with a smile upon your face as you said. ‘You’ve got a beautiful pair of hands on you, hope that doesn’t sound too weird of me to say.’

It wasn’t, it was the furthest thing from weird for Ford as he found himself taken aback while you continued to admire his hands as though they were works of god themself!

Ford couldn’t believe his ears! Someone actually liked his hands, not bothered at all by the fact he had an extra finger, but instead adored them as you could barely stop yourself from gracing your fingers across each and every one of them; starting from his knuckle and all the way down to the tip of his fingertip while whispering words like ‘beautiful’ ‘unique’ and ‘amazing’ under your breath while doing so.

If this man didn’t already have a crush on you, then he most certainly did whenever you took his hands into your own and give them the love they were denied unconditionally, all the while his heart leapt into his dry throat that struggled to make any noise never less the ability to vocalise his never ending wonder regarding your fascination with his hands.

Something that would remain a mystery to Ford unless you felt comfortable disclosing with him in the nearby distant future, hopefully together as romantic partners.

His face was as red as cherries and his eyes would barely meet yours as a outcome, with his only responses to you being awkward chuckle and his glasses becoming askew on his face but being unable to push them up since you’ve held his hands hostage.

Imagine the noise that would break from his mouth the moment you began to get bold and start kissing his fingers, wrists and the rest of his hands in general, all the while being them up to your face to cup your warm cheeks as you smiled into his palms they could feel the heat radiating from your skin.

It was a sight that Ford wishes he could keep engrave in his mind for the rest of his life, but didn’t want to seem weird by you if you were to see the way he looked at you so fondly.

Ford would soon find that you would even become flustered when he was going the smallest and simplest things he did with his hands, and he only found this out when he innocently rested his hand on your waist to get something nearby, only to feel you subconsciously lean towards his touch as though it was the only thing to ground you.

Ford had even caught you shamelessly looking at his hands as he fiddled with his pen, pencils and other objects that he was holding at the time, and would become a bit bold himself by doing some cool trick he learnt as he rather liked having your attention on him whenever he could. So much so that he would leave little bits and bobs about the lab and house for the sake of having something to entertain his fidgety hands.

He would even use the knowledge of how you seem to melt under his touch by placing his hand on your shoulder in greeting, or on your elbow to gently pull you away when he felt you’d be put in any dangerous situations for your protection. Ford wouldn’t say it aloud but he did liked that you seemingly melted like butter from his touch, it made him think that his feelings were reciprocated in some regard; However he wasn’t one to hold onto a fantasy that’ll never become reality until you tell him yourself.

Everything came to light one afternoon where you and Ford were sat on porch of the mystery shack, shoulder to shoulder, as your hand was intertwined with his own with his sixth finger encasing your hand.

‘My dear I hope you don’t mind me asking but this has been on my mind for quite a while now, since we met actually, but what do you find so interesting about my hands?’ Ford finally asks. ‘For all my life I’ve been ridiculed for my six fingers, but then you come along and look at them with love and kindness, so much so the to can’t help but wonder why.’

You smiled softly at him as you squeezed his hand. ‘They’re beautiful Ford.’ You answered simply. ‘Your hands are quite possibly the most precious thing I have ever come across in my life and should be embraced rather than ashamed of.’ You add as you pressed a kiss to the sixth finger, nuzzling it a little much to Ford’s surprise, his poor heart couldn’t handle anymore of this then it already has to endure on a daily basis.

‘How so?’ Ford squeaks, feeling his glasses slip from his face, but you pushed them back up with your free hand and held his cheek afterwards, so that he was forced to look at you.

‘Because I find every aspect of you equally as beautiful Stanford pines and I won’t hear anything else, for you are a wonderful man with a beautiful heart and a celebrated mind, but I’d wish to celebrate your hands and their handiness.’ You chuckled at your one pun as Ford could only stare at you with hearts in his eyes.

‘Those who said anything negative or harmful of you are wrong and are probably in some dead end job going nowhere, where are you are doing what you love, but it is clear to see that your heart still hold the scars of the words thrown at you from all angles. So please let me help you unlearn all of that however I can because you of all people deserve to recants just how beautiful and wonderful you truly are through the eyes of the people who love you most.’ You admitted, holding his hand tighter for comfort, for reassurance as Ford could only stare at you as though he was looking at you for the first time again before smiling.

‘I’d like to say I’m fully accepting of myself because of you my dear, but we shall see what the future brings, together.’ Ford said softly as you both remained sat in silence, but this time you were snuggled into Ford’s side and his hand was firmly at your waist, squeezing comfortingly.

[aphroditelovesu]

Yan!Mom Rhaenyra Targaryen/Yan!Dad Laenor Velaryon Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ 🐉— lady l: hi... So, it just freaked me out and I needed to write this, kind of like a base for Valyrian Heritage part 2... I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, unhealthy platonic relationships, mention of mutilation and war, messy writing.

❝ 🐉pairing: platonic!yan!mom rhaenyra targaryen and yan!dad laenor velaryon x gender neutral!reader, platonic yandere!hotd x gn!reader.

Rhaenyra and Laenor have always gotten along well, although not so close, they were always friendly with each other and even came to an agreement after their marriage. They would live their own lives and be free to love someone else.

The few times they slept together were not for pleasure, but to try to conceive an heir. And it worked, when Rhaenyra discovered she was pregnant just a few months after her wedding, much to everyone's delight.

You were the only child born of their marriage, well, at least the only legitimate one. There was no doubt about your legitimacy, since you were a copy of your father when you were born and became more like your mother as you grew up.

They loved you unconditionally, there are not enough words to describe how much they love you. They say you never love anything on the world the way you love your first child and that's true when it comes to your parents. They love all of their other children, but it's pretty clear how attached they are and favor you more than anyone else.

Laenor is the most attached to you, however, as you were his child. Really his. And although he loved your brothers who were born after you, there was no doubt that he preferred you above them all. You were the apple of your father's eye, you could never do anything wrong in his eyes and he will fight anyone who says otherwise.

Rhaenyra loved you with all her heart, the first moment she placed you in her arms for the first time was like a blessing, a gift from the gods old and new. You were her precious, her most precious treasure and nothing and no one will take you away from her. No one steals what belongs to a dragon and gets away with it.

You were not only spoiled and loved by your parents, but also by your grandparents. Rhaenys and Corlys adored you, simple as that, they spoil you more than anyone and always take you to Driftmark when Rhaenyra allows it. Corlys always makes a point of reminding you of your heritage, that you are a Velaryon, and Rhaenys tries to participate as much as possible in your upbringing.

Viserys loved you deeply too, considering that you are his first grandchild and he tries his best to be present in your life. He would often pick you up and sit with you on the Iron Throne, reminding you that one day everything would be yours. And he doesn't even try to hide his favoritism. He knew that if Aemma was still alive, she would love you as much as he does.

Alicent was excessively attached to you too, and although she had grandchildren of her own, she didn't even try to hide how much she preferred your company. Although she has no patience for children, she loves you with all her heart and strongly believes that Rhaenyra is not a good mother for you, a belief that became stronger after the birth of Jacaerys. Otto encourages Alicent's tendencies while cultivating his.

You were the example for your younger brothers, Jacaerys, being the second child, is the clingiest and most protective towards you. He had you first, so you were his first. Lucerys is extremely possessive of your attention and sulks when others get it. Joffrey is the baby and the youngest and so he wants to receive more attention from you.

Your aunt and uncles were very close to you, mainly due to age and because of Alicent's encouragement, who was always sure that you would grow up surrounded by her children.

Aegon is very emotionally dependent on you and is almost always leaning around you, looking for comfort. Helaena loves you with all her heart, she wants to be by your side all the time and she trusts you completely. Aemond is the closest to you, always seeking comfort and confirmation from you, he wants to impress you at any cost. You didn't spend as much time with Daeron, but he misses you and cherishes the memories he has with you.

You were the anchor of your family after the years passed, the only person capable of bringing them all together. Viserys and you had this in common, the desire to reunite the family and you managed it, although it never lasted for long.

All servants were instructed to do your whims and desires. Laenor and Rhaenyra are extremely protective of you and suspicious of anyone who approaches you, especially if it is one of the Greens.

You loved your family, you really loved them, but sometimes all you wanted was to be free from so much pressure. You found fun and ''freedom'' in associating more with your great-uncle, Daemon, who was always taking you away with him, causing your parents to panic. You always came back unscathed, though.

However, you knew you would have to choose a side. After Aemond's mutilation, you found yourself at an impasse when your father sneaked into your room that night and asked you to run away with him. Running away with him means you would be free from your burdens, but the conflict would never stop and would only escalate.

You didn't have any more time. You had to choose between running away with Laenor and escaping the war or staying with Rhaenyra and dealing with the conflicts between the Blacks and the Greens, as well as your overwhelming and possessive family.

Choosing between your father and mother was never something you thought you would do, until this day. The thought of never being able to see Rhaenyra again and hear her reading to you or never seeing your father teaching you how to fight again filled you with fear and anguish. You knew what you had to do, but could you bear the consequences of your choice?

[chososhairbrush]

Whispers in the Storm

choso x male reader (fem aligned dni!)

Warnings: amab!reader, bottom male reader, a little bit of teasing, a lot of praise (choso would never insult you he's too sweet), reader is referred to as "baby," finger sucking, choso refers to reader's hole as a pussy, creampie, aftercare :3! not proofread! might be forgetting something idk!! 

Slowly blinking your eyes open, you hear the gentle echoes of raindrops pitter-pattering across the windowsills and rooftop. The faint earthy smell of rain trickles into your apartment, making you feel at ease. It's cloudy, but heavy clouds in the air have always made you feel as if there's something protecting you. 

Then, almost as if he's trying to harmonize with the sounds of falling rain, Choso hums softly. His arms, although so muscular, always treat you so carefully, almost like he feels too tight of a squeeze would make you shatter like glass. He has you cocooned in his arms, making you the little spoon as always. His legs trap you in, intertwining with yours.

Not that you're complaining. You find yourself yearning to be held by him every second you're apart. And this rainy Saturday morning is the perfect time to cuddle with your boyfriend all day. Although the sound of rain is clearly present, you can't hear the usual sounds of traffic or the busy streets below you. Just the sound of the sheets softly moving and slow breathing fill the room.

The more you think about how choreographed and perfect this morning is, the more your face begins to flush and the faster your heart starts to race. Although the room is dimly lit, you can still see a faint outline of the scars and callouses on Choso's arms and hands. You gently place your hands against his, interlocking your thumbs together. 

He's a light sleeper, possibly explaining the constant bags under his eyes. Although he isn't particularly fond of them, he can't help but feel his heart flutter whenever you kiss over them and his eyelids. You, his beautiful boyfriend, treating him to all the kisses he could ever hope to have and always being there for him? He doesn't understand how he got so lucky.

But you feel the same way about him. He's always so patient, loving you unconditionally and willing to sacrifice anything if it's to make his pretty boy happy. And not to mention how gorgeous he is; dark umber eyes that have always looked at you in a loving, affectionate way. His long dark hair that he always lets you braid and twirl as you please, letting you test different hairstyles on him. 

You were about to continue thinking of every small detail that you loved about your boyfriend, both about his adorable personality and appearance, but your thoughts are abruptly interrupted. A soft, tender kiss finds its way onto your neck, right underneath your ear. You gasp, and Choso can't help but chuckle.

"Good morning, my love. I apologize for startling you." He says, his voice raspy and deep from just waking up. You've never told him, but his morning voice always makes your stomach flip.

"Morning, Cho." You respond, bringing one of his hands to your lips and kissing his knuckles. It's silent for a few seconds as he wakes up some more, before he sits up against the headboard.

"Pretty morning, isn't it?" He says, gesturing for you to come sit in his lap. And you would be foolish to refuse such an invite. "But of course, it's not nearly as pretty as you, sweet boy." He gently cradles your cheek. 

It's your turn to chuckle, and he smirks knowing how cheesy it was. But you both know he meant it. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, and he wraps his arms around you. Deciding to be a tease, he moves his hands upwards, lifting your shirt along with it. You shiver as the cold air brushes against your bare skin. 

"God, you look even prettier on rainy days like these. Your eyes sparkle even brighter than usual." He gently kisses your forehead. "I love you." He's so kind to you, it makes you weak in the knees. So it's a good thing you're sitting comfortably in his lap.

"I love you t—" A soft whine escapes your lips as he squeezes your hips at the same time you're saying this. You can already feel yourself going stupid, his big hands rubbing along your body. 

"Please, my love? Let me indulge you on such a beautiful morning." You lean back to look at him, the overwhelming amount of love in his eyes making your heart skip a beat. He already knows your answer, but being the thoughtful man he is, he waits for your answer before continuing. 

You nod eagerly, but he teasingly tuts at you. "Words, pretty boy. I need to hear your soothing voice. Don't tell me you're speechless already? I've only just started touching you." 

"Please." Is all you say, sounding more like a nervous suggestion than something you desire. He knows what you want, but why not have some fun first? 

"Please what? Talk to me, baby." His hands lift your shirt up further, making your back arch at the ticklish sensation. You know the words that are about to come out of your mouth are absolutely embarrassing, but you can't wait any longer. He always wins these teasing games.

"Need you in me, your fingers, your dick..." He gently holds your chin in place, making eye contact so you feel humiliated at how filthy you're talking. "I'll be so good, I promise, I just need you in me. Nice and deep."

Seeming satisfied with your answer, he kisses you softly. "Then that's exactly what you'll get. A reward for being such a good boy and telling me what you need." Gently flipping you over and onto your back, he slides his hands in between your legs.

"Don't be so timid. I can't make you feel good if your legs are squeezed together." He gives an insanely seductive smirk, and you instantly split your legs wide open. 

"Good boy." He says quickly, before hiking your boxers down. You're not entirely hard, but your dick is leaking pre. Choso sucks in a breath, taking in the sight of how your tight little hole is already twitching.  He spills some lube onto his fingers, coating it generously along with his saliva. He looks into your eyes, waiting for a cue to ensure you're entirely ready. All it takes is a simple nod from you for him to slowly push his finger into your hole.

You don't even last five seconds before you're clenching, arching, and letting out breathy moans. His fingers, so perfectly thick, take their time stretching you open. You squeeze your eyes shut as if it's going to make you any less of a mess. 

But Choso's not going to allow that. He stops pumping his fingers. "You know the rules, you gotta keep your eyes on me if you wanna keep going." Slowly, you squint at him. He smiles at you, looking innocent as ever despite being knuckle deep in you. "There he is. Doing okay, baby?" You can only nod. 

The constant prodding at your prostate makes you so close, but Choso is used to this routine by now. As soon as you start bucking your hips up, he pulls his fingers out, making you open your mouth so you can suck them dry. 

And despite the best part not even happening yet, you suck harshly on his fingers without a second thought. You can't even think. He groans, taking his fingers out after he feels satisfied with your "cleaning." 

At some point without you noticing, he had taken off his own pair of boxers. You gasp loudly as you feel his tip rubbing against your entrance. His pre was already pooling on your hole and onto the bedsheets. "Allow me, love." 

You split your legs impossibly further, holding them up, feeling yourself shaking from anticipation. He pushes into you. It feels like forever before he finally gets all of his girthy, long length in you. But when your hips do finally touch together, you feel so unbelievably full. The burning sensation from being stretched out so far slowly turns into a feeling of pleasure. No matter how many times you took Choso, his size would always take some getting used to.

You both moan simultaneously, and Choso thrusts his hips once to test the waters. The mewl you let out makes his dick twitch inside you, feeling just how wet and tight your walls were.

"Such a tight pussy, taking my cock so well, hm?" He gains purchase on the headboard, completely hovering over you. Your hole clenches at the sight of him, the dim light perfectly shading his muscles, and his long silky hair draping over his shoulders and on his forehead. One last nod from you is all he needs to start fucking you nice and rough. "I'm not sure how gentle I can be when you look at me like that." He says, not that you would mind him being rough anyways.

Your dick is completely hard at this point, precum pooling against your abdomen. "Please..." You murmur as he finally starts moving. Immediately, you pull him to lay on top of you, hands leaving scratches along his back and legs wrapping around him to pull him closer.

"So good baby, so good, such a pretty boy..." He doesn't know what he's saying, too drunk with the feeling of your walls around him to properly praise you. He quickly loses all the restraint he had prior, fucking into you like his life depends on it. His tip constantly kissing roughly against your prostate would have you screaming if you weren't breathing so irregularly. His figure completely covering yours, he starts trailing kisses down your neck before kissing you one last time on your lips. It's sloppy, but as passionate as you could ever hope for.

Constant moans, groans, and whimpers drown out the sound of the pouring rain. His hands grip your hips once more, his thumbs reaching to press down on the bulge in your tummy. And what a great choice that was; earning a growl from Choso and a sweet moan from you. By the way you're clenching, he knows you're close. But he's done enough teasing, so he'll let you cum as you please.

"C..ho~!" Is all you can squeal out before you're cumming, letting out a silent scream. Your chest heaves, and Choso can only stare at you with adoration at the beautifully lewd sight underneath him. But just because you've finished doesn't mean he'll be any gentler.

He fucks into you faster, making you see stars as your body tenses. Placing another kiss on your neck, he whispers into your ear. "So goddamn beautiful, hm? So proud of you baby, taking my dick in such a tight little pussy."  Your brain is foggy from pleasure, only letting out small "mhms!" at this point.

Already hard and leaking again, your dick twitches at each word of praise he whispers into your ear. It's not long before that knot in your stomach threatens to unwind once again. Choso, slowly losing it over how overwhelmingly wet and perfect your hole feels, groans. "Lemme cum in you, okay? That okay, baby?" 

He doesn't even have to ask. But you look up at him, eyes teary from the constant pleasure and face flushed from being fucked so perfectly. You look so thoroughly fucked out, it makes Choso surprised. One small "uh huh" croaks its way out of you, and he grins. 

Moving faster than before, Choso only focuses on his own pleasure now. He can't think coherently; his mind circulating thoughts of how tight you are, how he needs to cum in you, and how much he loves you. With a few more deep, sharp thrusts, the greatest reward comes. As he cums, you do as well, painting your chest once more. 

Warmth seeps its way into you, stuffing you full even though his cock is no longer inside. His cum slowly leaks out, but you're trying to catch your breath and hardly notice. But him, being observant as ever, slowly trails his finger up to stuff it back inside. You whimper, and he murmurs a "sorry" for possibly overstimulating you. 

"Beautiful. Just beautiful, baby boy. Absolutely perfect for me." He kisses your forehead sweetly, leaning over to grab a wipe. He gently but effectively cleans you up, wiping the cum off your tummy and the drool off your face. Gently shoving a plug in to keep his cum inside you, he smiles at the sight. His lovely boyfriend, taken care of on such a perfect day. 

Your mind slowly is regaining its cohesion, and you give him a small smile in return. "Love you, Cho." You say, and his chest blooms with happiness. 

"I love you too, my darling. So perfect for me." He gets up to get you a quick breakfast snack and a glass of water, returning to cuddle with you. You, being the little spoon as always, lean into his body, letting his muscular frame protect you.

It's now that you realize you can hear the sound of raindrops again, bringing a further sense of comfort. And although the room is cold, Choso perfectly warms you up. Now's the perfect time to cuddle with your boyfriend. You two wouldn't have it any other way.

[moonylupinlover]

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

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pairing/(s):

Remus Lupin x reader (platonic), Sirius Black x Remus Lupin, James Potter x reader

description: James and Sirius being best friends and acting like excited dogs jumping around in the corridor and hugging each other squealing whenever they see each other and their keepers just stand there watching them completely in love.

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James Potter and Y/N had been dating for 8 months, he had met her friends and she had met his both agreeing that they were nice. But something rhat always shocked her every single time it happened was when ever James saw Sirius.

She and James were walking to their potions class as Y/N talked about how Marlene and her had found this beautiful lake on the way to Hogsmeade when he squealed and jumped up and down on the spot.

’Sirius! Hey! Over heree! PADS!’ James shouted with all his might, ongoing students watching him in fear, but James didn’t notice.

’Oh my god!! Prongs! EEE!’ Sirius shrieked running through the crowds of people that bustle by. Remus stray behimd him apologising to all the people he pushed through and the first year that he pushed to the ground.

’I haven’t seen you in ages!’ James hugged Sirius tight with a beaming smile.

’We had Charms together not even 5 minutes ago?’ Sirius laughs ’I missed you too Prongs,’ Sirius hugs back tight, almost as if James was going to war and he doesn’t know when he’ll see him again.

’How are you Rem?’ Y/N chuckles at the pair smiling at Remus.

’Yeah I’m good, how about you?’ He smiles warmly with genuine curiosity.

’All good but bloody hell I’m buggered.’

She groans with fatigue, before she can say any more Remus holds a bar of chocolate infront of her.

’Here, have some chocolate it’ll make you feel better.’

She mutters a thank you breaking off a piece and handing the rest back to him. Y/N looks back at her boyfriend and sees Sirius on his back giving him a piggyback ride.

As she bites into the dark chocolate that instantly boost her energy, her irises inflated to go with her love gazy stare. Watching him be so free and happy with his besr friend, she smiled realizing that she was unconditionally sincerely in love with him.

‘They’re such dorks,’ Remus chuckles looking at Sirius with complete adoration in his eyes.

‘Yeah they are,’ Y/N laughs back planning how she’s going to propose to her perfect dork in her head, as Remus listed off the names of their children in his head.

[jqmalikhsgib]

quest

seven

warning: mentions of sexual relationships

when you parked your car at the coffee shop emily told you to meet aaron your heart pounded. you had no idea what was coming. all you knew was he was upset.

he had every right to be. you kept his kids from him. you didn’t even let him explain what emily saw. come to think of it, you didn’t even let emily explain.

as soon as you heard her utter the words ‘i saw hotch and haley in his office’ you ended the call. you couldn’t hear anymore. but knowing what you do now, you felt you deserved everything coming to you.

spotting aaron sitting at a table you take a deep breath and head inside. you sit right across from him and give him a small smile.

aaron hands you a cup. “decaf still, right?”

you hum as you take a sip. “thank you.”

the two of you sat in silence for a minute. it felt longer though. you missed him. everything about aaron you missed. you missed the way he smelled, his beautiful smile, the way he made you laugh, the way he listened. you missed his touch.

his touch,

god did you miss the way aaron touched you. rather it would be as simple as holding your hand or the way he would hold you when you fucked.

aaron could be a gentle lover. he would whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he made love to you. tell you how beautiful you were and how good you were to him.

but he was also rough! if he got a little jealous or you two argued about something so minor, he’d fuck you like you meant absolutely nothing to him! and you loved it.

you tried not to think too much about it, but you noticed he has been working out. his muscles were bulging more than before.

you also noticed he still wore his wedding band. something you felt a sense of pride in. despite being divorced he still showed everyone he was taken. even if it weren’t true.

you did the same. you loved aaron. knowing you could never move on from the man that gave you the best years of your life and the three, four babies you adored! nothing would ever change that. if wearing the ring meant you would never be with anyone else again, you were okay with that.

“should we start?”

you didn’t know what to say. just humming as he cleared his throat.

“i made a promise to you i would love you unconditionally. i married you because i meant every single word. and i would never intentionally hurt the woman i love. i broke that vow by having an emotional affair with my ex wife. i hugged her for too long, held her hand, kissed her cheek, even cuddled her from time to time. but i never went as far as sleeping with her. and i wouldn’t have blamed you if you wanted to divorce me after knowing the truth. instead you left. part of me kinda happy you did. foyet was after me and my family. it’s one of the reasons why haley and i reconnected. i needed him to see he could never break this family up. fortunately he didn’t know about you,”

“what do you mean?”

“i made sure the team kept you hidden from the moment we met. i didn’t need anyone to know i had remarried. if i could go back i would have done the same with haley.”

you wanted to hold his hand. you knew he was still grieving. haley was his first everything. completely losing her destroyed him. on top of losing you all in the span of a few months apart. he went through hell for the longest.

“after foyet died i tried finding you. i even tried to get penelope to trace you. she declined. i was very pissed i almost fired her. but she wanted to protect you. i couldn’t be mad at that,”

“aaron, im sorry. i—i thought with me out of the picture you’d be better off. i wanted you to be happy. i knew it would have been a hard decision if i stayed. i didn’t want you to choose me because i was pregnant. i wanted you to choose me because you loved me.”

“they’re my kids too yn! mine! you left knowing this. knowing that you were carrying our babies. i didn’t get to be there for them. i didn’t get to hold you hand while you gave birth, wake up all hours of the morning to feed them or change them, watch them start to crawl, watch them walk for the first time, i miss two birthdays yn!! two. you made that decision for me. you made the decision to leave and take our children with you. i—knowing this, finding this out from jj, i didn’t know how to feel.”

you turned your head guilty. you couldn’t look him in the eyes. you knew as soon as you did the tears would just come pouring out.

the two of you stayed silent for awhile. aaron clears his throat before speaking.

“i promised jack i would bring you home. please don’t break his heart again.” aaron states. he leaves money on the table before leaving you alone with your thoughts.

when you arrived at your sister house you sigh. all you wanted to do was hug your babies. you missed them and needed a little comfort right now.

the moment you saw them playing with their cousins you smiled. they were the cutest. you always wanted them to know their older cousins.

“mamma!” izzy was the first to spot you. she waddles her way towards you.

“izzy!” you copied her.

“miss mamma.” she smiles at you.

“miss you too baby. you and your siblings.”

“up, mummy!” aurora raises her arms.

you gently pick her up. you missed when you use to be able to carry all three of them at the same time. now they were bigger and a lot heavier. you could only pick them up in twos.

you kiss aurora’s cheek as you son walks over to you. he pulls on your shirt. you bend down to his level and set your other two babies down.

“hows my shy boy?”

he shrugs his shoulders. you frown. you really wished he was a little more outgoing. but you couldn’t blame him. you were just as shy growing up. you still are.

you kiss theo’s cheek gently. “mama missed all three of her babies.” you hug your kids tightly. not too tight. but enough.

“mama! you being silly.” isabella laughs.

“oh, am i?!” you start to tickle them. she giggles uncontrollably. you laugh before kissing them on the forehead.

“why don’t you go play with your cousins while i talk to your aunt, okay?”

your three mini me’s walk over to their cousins as you walk towards your sister.

“so, how’d it go?”

you sigh. “as good as it could. he wants me to move back home.”

“you have a life here though. he can’t expect you to pack your bags and move three two year olds!”

“i don’t know abby. i did take two years away from him and the triplets. plus i have a son back home who misses me.”

“well are you two gonna at least work your shit out? because if not then what?”

you shrug. “i gotta at least try, yeah? you didn’t see abby! we both still have our wedding bands on. legally we’re divorced but mentally and emotionally we’re still married. i have to fight for my marriage.”

“i understand little sister. i just worry. with everything that just happened i don’t want you to spiral. plus, i just got you back. i don’t want you to leave.” abigale pouts.

“i know. but ill be back to visit!”

“promise?”

“swear it.”

you two continue to talk. catching up on everything you missed before you headed out to figure out your move.

aaron had came by the next morning to help you pack and to meet the kids for the first time. he was nervous and excited all in one.

he knew what it was like to raise one child for nine years. now he was transitioning from one to four. he still couldn’t believe it.

he was a father of four. four beautiful kids who he adored. he already loved his babies. he couldn’t wait to raise them with you. and hopefully work your shit out to have more in the future.

when he arrived you weren’t shocked at all he had went shopping. he spoiled jack so much you just knew he’d spoil your other three.

“hi.”

“hey. come in! the kids are in their pen.” you opened the door wider to allow him inside. aaron smiles as he walks to the living room.

he got a bit of a glimpse of them the other day. seeing them face to face like this made him gasped. all three, beautiful as ever. you two made the cutest little babies.

“izzy, theo, roe! id like you to meet someone.” the three of them look up at their mom and sees a tall man. they had no idea who he was but he looked friendly.

“who’s that mamma?” izzy was the first to ask.

“remember how i told you daddy was off being a super hero and catching the bad guys? how he’d be back to take us home? well, he’s back. and he’s right there.”

“papa?” theo questioned.

aaron bends down. “that’s right! im your dad little buddy.”

“daddy!” izzy walked over to aaron and hugs him. aaron chuckled as he holds his daughter.

“love daddy.” aurora states.

aaron wanted to shed tears in that moment. but he held himself together and hugged all three of his kids as they walk over to him.

“goin home to brudder?” theodore asked.

“yeah. going home to brother.”

slow burn but not too slow because i don’t have the time for the shit! i want them together!!!!!

but how did you guys like this part? i think it’s cute! had to put the babies in there. they’re adorable

peep aaron already planning to have more kids with the reader!!

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[st-kitten]

707 pt.4 christmas special

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WARNINGS: soft toji... (we all deserve it), choking, hickeys

NEXT PART COMING SOON: SMUTTIEST SMUTTY SMUT SMUTTIER THAN SMUT HAS EVER SMUTTED (hopefully)

you stood in your kitchen, making hot chocolate for yourself and megumi upon his insistence. it was early evening and megumi had woken toji up from his five hour long nap to ask him to play. and like a moody man, he dropped him off at your house, going back to bed.

so, after an hour of sketching with him and letting him play on one of your guitars, you placed him on the kitchen counter. megumi latched onto you like a slug until you agreed to make him hot chocolate. he looked at you with so much love. you had been a welcome surprise for him. he adored how you let him be himself unconditionally. you encouraged his hobbies, helped him find new ones, and you never forced him to behave. you had become his safe space too.

you let megumi decorate some cookies you'd baked with icing cream. he was truly an artist. you watched him hold the icing bag with his tiny hands and fill in the star shaped cookies.

the shelf against your door creaked and moved as toji barged inside your house (which you didn't mind of course).

"put it back in place. there's no point in that barricade if you end up pushing through it, you know..." you said from your kitchen.

toji kicked the shelf with his knee to push it back against the door. he stood, leaning against the kitchen island, eyes shifting between you and the cookies megumi showed him.

he held back a laugh watching your outfit for the day. the way you paired miscellaneous items of clothing and still came out with an outfit had his eyes glued to you. you wore fishnet tights, a brown plaid skirt, beige turtleneck and a huge cardigan that engulfed you. you felt his eyes staring at you. not staring at you, but, well, checking you out. his mind always wandered. never to bad places, but his thoughts were usually, well, dirty...

you poured an extra mug of hot chocolate for him too. you dipped your finger in megumi's mug to check how hot it was.

"i want..."

"it's boiling hot, gumi."

"gimme" he did his grabby hands, and you smirked. you held your finger out to him and he licked the steaming hot chocolate off it, flinching at its temperature. toji licked his own lips, envying his son for a solid minute. he could just keep looking at you. your lips, your hair, your eyes, your figure… god, you were beautiful. you were so, so perfect. his heart was beating hard in his chest.

"will you be a good boy and wait for it to cool down a little?"

"yes he will," said toji as he scooter over to stand behind you, hiding you from megumi's view. he had you trapped between him and the kitchen counter. as you sprayed whipped cream on the mugs, toji slid his hand under your skirt and grabbed your ass, giving it a nice squeeze. you jumped a little, startled, and dropped a spoon, his hand grasping at it and grabbing it before it hit the floor. he moved his hands to your legs, to your thighs…

"so clumsy..." his voice reverberated. you felt his hot breath on the back of your neck as his hands started to move up your legs, his lips almost touching your ear.

"you have some nerve..." you said, a shudder running down your spine.

"don't blame me."

"here," you said, handing him a mug.

you managed to escape his towering frame looming over you, and slid a mug of hot chocolate to megumi. he crushed some cookies and sprinkled them over the cream. the three of you circled the kitchen island, sipping hot chocolate and wiping cream moustaches.

"so, what's your plan today? it's christmas eve..."

"he wants to see the giant tree in the a city square. guess i gotta take him there."

"oh yeah! they go all out on the lights. this year i think they're letting people hang their own ornaments on it. it's a huge tree," you said. "come with us," he said. toji never cared much for celebrations, but it meant something to his kid and if there was one lesson he'd learned from the life he'd grown up in, was that every child deserves an innocent and fun childhood. so if it meant taking megumi out to see the sights, buying him candies or toys, or even inviting his favourite person with them, he'd do it.

"i have a delivery coming in tonight, i'll need to supervise it," you replied.

"we'll make it back in time."

"they need to set it up and all, toji..."

"y/n come with us!" megumi chirped, his eyes shining like stars.

you groaned at how cute he could get. "you're gonna be such a heartthrob, gumiiii. fine, i'll come." you ruffled his and kissed his forehead and megumi giggled with glee.

"he's got you wrapped around his finger."

"tell me about it..."

the three of you roamed around the city, looking at the sights. christmas came alive with a twinkle of lights and festive decorations. tall buildings sparkled with fairy lights, casting a warm glow across the streets. storefronts dressed up their windows with scenes of santa, snow, and elves, creating a holiday buzz. wreaths hung on each door, bells and holly tied to them.

eggnog stands popped up on corners and the air carried the scent of spices as people savoured cups of eggnog, dusted with nutmeg. megumi had the appetite of two grown men and drank a whole pint of eggnog, hogged candies, cookies, and caramel popcorn.

"he's gonna wreck havoc tonight..." said toji, picking his kid up before he spotted anything remotely edible.

"and stay knocked out the whole day tomorrow."

"i'd pay to see that," he sighed.

megumi, bundled up in a cozy jacket, marvelled at the storefronts and the twinkling lights. he loved the colours and the glow of the city.

you soon stood in front of the giant christmas tree. it was massive, draped in ribbons, tinsel, lights, and a myriad of ornaments that people brought. some were storebought, some hand-made, some hung small lockets, picture-frames, and some even hung love letters.

toji held megumi on his shoulder and let him hang a little sketch he'd made of a christmas tree.

"it looks so pretty over there, gumi!" you said, admiring it.

"are ya gonna put something on too?"

"yep," you said as you pulled out something from your purse. you stood on your toes and hung an ornament you'd created out of one of your old golden guitar picks.

"huh. nice."

"i have too many picks. thought i'd spare one... do you have anything to hang?"

"uh... sure," said toji, pulling out a vicks inhaler from his pocket.

"bruh..." you burst into laughter, swatting the fuck out of toji's arm as he messily hung the keyring on a branch, next to your pick. you took a picture of megumi with the tree and his sketch. you snuck in a few pictures of toji looking absolutely disinterested in everything. the three of you roamed around some more until you walked by the lake, frozen and decorated with lights. people were skating on the ice. megumi pulled your hand and led you to the lake.

"you wanna skate, gumi?" you asked and he nodded. so you paid for a pair of skates for you and him. before you could ask toji, he backed away and waved his hand at you.

"loser," you quipped and took megumi to the rink. the winter evening cast a gentle glow on the ice. megumi eagerly hopped from foot to foot in his skates, in anticipation.

it took a few tries to get him used to the light footing. it felt like a scissor gliding through thin paper. megumi slipped a few times, but you caught him in time, helping him regain his balance. after momentary tumbles, you hold his hand and skate across the frozen lake. your skates etched swirling patterns on the ground as you glided over the ice.

toji, leaning on the bannister that surrounded the lake, watched you from a distance. his gaze followed your every pirouette, leap, and glide. he could see you encouraging megumi from time to time. seeing you twirling around, throwing your head back laughing, and skating with his kid did nine kinds of things to toji, and they all made his heart swell, and that was his silent applause to you. you skated your way back to where toji stood, and helped megumi off the slipper ice. both your cheeks and noses were pink, and your laughs gushed out with a puff of mist.

"thought you'd fall..."

"you'd have loved to see that..."

megumi got tired of walking, so he sat atop his father shoulders. your taut walk home passed by in minutes, conversations seamlessly shifting between the trivial and the festive. megumi fell asleep on toji's shoulders, so you offered to hold him.

the three of you stood in the elevator; megumi asleep in your arms, his head resting on your shoulder, while your red handbag rested against toji's.

"sugar game was on point today. he's fast asleep."

"thank god... i can't have this brat run around all night."

"do you have to call him a brat?"

"he is..."

you rolled your eyes and stepped out as the elevator dinged and opened. the two of you were met with two delivery men standing in front of your house, alternately looking through the hole in your door.

"oh, right on time." you wade past them and open the door.

toji followed you, not liking the way the delivery men were looking at you, their eyes trailing your legs.

you asked them to come inside and go on with their work. they brought in a large parcel inside and placed it in a corner of the living room. they began unwrapping and taking their tools out, occasionally checking you out. you had megumi in your arms, so you couldn't see that.

toji, however, saw that and more. he knew what those nods and raised eyebrows meant. he wasn't one to be jealous of prawny men like them. but something about the way they looked at you made him feel... possessive about you.

"put megumi in the bed," he said, gently holding your arm, and guiding you inside.

"you okay with him sleeping here?"

"yes."

toji almost hurried you inside your room. you put megumi on the bed and tucked him in your blanket. you switched the lights off, turning around to leave.

toji caught you by your arm and pushed you against your bedroom door. before you could even respond, his lips crashed onto yours. he kissed you fiercely. he heard you whimper and gasp, but he did not stop. he grabbed your waist and pushed you against the door, pushing himself against you, harder. he pulled away for a second, allowing you to breathe. he didn't need any lights to see your swollen lips and dim expression. he tilted his head and kissed your neck, feeling your arms grab his shoulder defensively. toji brought one hand to your throat and wrapped his fist around it. he began sucking at your neck. his hands, and his mouth could feel your gulps and panting heartbeats. the urge to consume you had taken over him as he started biting your soft neck. the whimpers and moans that left your mouth were music to his ears. your hot and heavy breathing and the way your throat felt in his vice-like claw sent him to a boiling point. his teeth dug into your flesh softly. his hold over your throat tightened and your breathless moans only encouraged him to bite harder. he wanted to take you then and there... but he had a statement to make.

he pulled away, much to his reluctance.

"what was that for..." you asked, panting, feeling blood rise in your neck. not that you were complaining.

toji pulled you aside and opened the door to your room. he led the two of you outside. he went straight to your kitchen and downed a glass of water.

you were still coming down from the high he'd put you through. you sauntered into the living room to check on your parcel. pleased to see it put together, you leaned against the wall, watching the delivery men clean up their tools.

they turned around to look at you and the mischievous grins they had earlier faltered away into thin lines of disappointment.

"it's done, ma'am."

"thank you." you were about to reach for your purse on the kitchen island when toji stood beside you, snaking his hand around your waist.

"that looks great, sweetheart," he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you almost rocketed through the roof. what the fuck is wrong with him...

the two men awkwardly waited in your living room, hoping you'd give them a holiday season tip or offer them refreshments.

the door to your bedroom opened and megumi stepped out, awoken by your conversations. rubbing his eye, he trudged to his father. toji knelt down in front of him, ruffling his hair.

megumi looked up at you... he asked, "what happened y/n?", pointing to your neck.

you had no idea what he was talking about. all you heard was toji whispering something to megumi.

"you see those men, megs? they hurt y/n... they've been bad boys..." he looked at you and threw a wink.

like a rabid puppy, megumi dashed at the two delivery men, flapping his arms at their legs. stunned and perplexed, they began backing away. megumi bit one guy's calf and he yelped in pain, running away, crashing into his partner. the two scurried out of your house, colliding into the walls.

"gumi! what... why would you do that?" you swatted toji's arm and he draped it across your shoulder.

he brought his lips close to your ear and whispered in a sultry voice, "well, my girl ain't available... someone's gotta teach those boys how to behave..."

megumi came back to you and asked if you were okay.

"yes, you... anklebiter..." you chuckled and assured him you were just... damn... fine.

"what were they here for anyway?"

you held toji's hand and brought him to your living room.

"i swear you act like you're blind sometimes..." you said, pointing to a large mantlepiece piano resting against the living room window.

"i was looking at you..." he shrugged.

megumi, like a curious cat, inspected the piano. he'd only seen grand pianos on tv and in malls. he'd never seen one like that.

"can you play?" he asked.

"sure! why not!" you agreed happily and sat down at the piano. opening the lid that covered it, you turned it on, and checked all the pedals once.

you began playing some chords softly, setting the tune, hoping to transition it to some song. well, it was christmas eve and you felt mildly grateful for the year. you also felt pleasant knowing that toji liked you for real. that he didn't turn out to be a one night-stand or a lesson learned.

slowly, you thought of a song to play. the ivory keys obeyed your fingers as you played chords familiar to most people your age. by habit, you began singing the song you were playing.

you smiled at megumi, who was glued to the side of the piano, looking at you with heart eyes.

as you reached the poignant peak, toji stepped forward, a barely noticeable smirk playing on his lips and bent down. without uttering a word, he began to sing, his voice carrying the lyrics with an unexpected depth and resonance. your eyes widened in astonishment, fingers still pressing the keys.

you had been accustomed to the solace of your music for so long that you were caught unawares by toji harbouring a hidden talent, let alone the fact that he knew the lyrics to the song. his voice croaked at a high note, but as the first few lines escaped his lips, your initial shock gave way to a mixture of disbelief and delight.

"you're my, my, my, my..."

"lover..."

your eyes met like strangers on an opportune day. you gave him a soft, affectionate smile and he gave you his cocky grin.

megumi's claps snapped your from your trance. you ruffled his hair. he asked you if he could play too and you helped him sit on the stool, adjusting it to increase the height. so while megumi played random keys, you stood beside toji, watching him.

"who the fuck introduced you to taylor swift?"

toji clutched his forehead, hiding his face with his hand. he knew this was coming. he could hear your contain your squeal.

"hold it in."

"i can't..."

"please..."

"but-"

"don't make a big deal out of it."

"can i please make a big deal out of it?"

he made the mistake of looking at you. oh, how could he refuse when you were staring at him with innocent doe eyes?

he sighed.

"you like her. so..."

"you listened to taylor swift for me?"

toji just groaned in response, hiding his face again. he felt you throw your arms around his neck. he wasted no time in hugging your waist, burying his head in the crook of your neck... the one with a bold hickey he'd marked you with not minutes ago.

"i got you a gift," he whispered in your ear.

"oh?"

toji took something out of his pocket as you pulled away, his arm still around your waist. it was shabbily wrapped in a golden gift paper.

you chuckled and took it, slowly unwrapping it.

"awww, toji, you big old softie..."

you hugged him again, pressing a kiss to his cheek; your arms around his neck, hands holding a brand new doorknob.

(im dying at the way toji says “lover…”)

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[meguemii]

Bro’s the Type to..

Synopsis- yk the drill already

Warnings- none

navigation station 🚉.

yuuta okkotsu’s playlist🎧.

Yuuta Okkotsu, our favourite timid boy. he’s so sweet and respectful i love him.

he’s the type that when you’re laying down with him and mindlessly scrolling through tiktok to just stare at you in adoration and if you ask what he’s looking at he just smiles and says that he’s admiring your beauty.

he’s the type to help you pick an outfit for everything and actually give you good advice. he is a fashion icon, change my mind. you can’t.

he’s the type to hold the back of your shirt instead of your hand, it’s very endearing

he’s the type to give you his umbrella if it’s raining even if you’re walking to separate places. he’d rather you stay dry.. even if it means he gets sick in the process.

he’s the type to call you for literally anything, and text you constantly throughout the day and tell you how much he loves you.

he’s the type to rant about you to panda and inumaki— who are insanely invested in yours and yuuta’s relationship. panda is such a pro y/n x yuuta shipper.

he’s also the type to buy you anything he knows you’d like. even if his bank account was in shambles.

he’s the type to just sit with you and actually enjoy himself as you show him all the tiktok’s you’ve sent to your friends because you thought they were funny

he’s the type to surprise you with breakfast in bed..

he’s the type to gush over mitski, laufey and faye webster with you, as well as cry to their songs even if neither of you were sad.

he’s the type to read to you if you asked, or sing to you. my ex could NEVER.

he’s the type to wipe crumbs off your face while you’re eating and then lick his finger. the first time he does this you drop your chopsticks out of disbelief and he apologizes so much asking if it was weird. you’d have to reassure him that it was actually attractive.

he’s the type to get flustered after your guys’ friends make fun of how sappy he is with you.

he’s the type to use a classic record player and put in frank sinatra as he hangs out with you.

he’s the type to only have 30 instagram followers and like 10 people on snap. all of which he goes to school with.

he’s the type to post you instead of himself because he feels so lucky to be blessed with such a great girlfriend.

he’s the type to tuck you in at night, or change your clothes if you fell asleep in your street clothes. ONLY IF YOU WERE COMFORTABLE WITH IT THOUGH.

he’s the type to do anything you say because he wants you to know he’d do anything and everything for you.

he’s the type to get mad if someone was too rough with you in training and scold them.

he’s the type to only put you on his christmas list

he’s the type to love you UNCONDITIONALLY.

i’ve done megumi, yuji, and toge for this series where you can find them in the navigation station which is linked at the top!

i love yuta and the playlist i made him i feel like represents these head canons so well oh my god? i love him sm. i love every jjk character sm.. except mahito😰

also guys i am literally pumping out post after post. am i okay? where is the real emi who posts once a month IF she feels like it? i’m scared. when did my writers block go away?

Okay much love, emi🩷

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[dalliancekay]

What if this mirrors another conversation...

Angel!Crowley: 'Aziraphale, Lucifer has some good points, come with us, I know you disagree with how things are run. I know you don't like it. I know you don't think it's fair. I know you would love to change things. Join me. Join us.'

Azirapahle: 'What, no! Not like this. Tell me you said no! I can't! We can't! You'll get hurt. Let's wait. Talk about it. Things might change. I, I don't think She will let it go this time. I have a bad feeling about this.'

Angel!Crowley: 'We can make a difference!'

And THAT was the first divorce

When they finally find safety it will not be because they changed, they truly love each other as they are, unconditionally; nor will they run away. It will be because they have destroyed the two sides. Destroyed their black and white outlook.

Nobody is just one thing or another. There is a pretty good demon and a bit of bastard of an angel walking the Earth for 6000 years and they love it even when they get rained on and have to survive the 14th century and ride horses and wait in queues.

I adore them cos they are different and they still love each other. They can't be together and they still love each other, they have differing opinions and still… they don't change for each other, they change with and because of each other. I understand why Crowley didn't want to go back to Heaven but I would also understand why Azi didn't want to leave Heaven, even if they were doing things he didn't like. It's just not who he is. He is the one who wants to stay and try. Any and all the softer options. Until he can't. Then he, he doesn't even pack his stuff and go, no, he leaves everything behind and goes to fight for what he feels is right. I wonder how much they remember. The memory machinations in S2 got me thinking of how much might have been taken from them. Not just from Crowley. From Aziraphale as well. I do wonder how come they ended up on Earth together... I hope it was God feeling remorse for splitting up the very first love story...

[newtonsheffield]

Molly, your AUs are perfection!!

I love the Bodyguard AU and I love to see Tharman love his daughter so unconditionally. I also love how you portrayed his fear over her wellbeing. Can we see his and Mary's POV for when the shooting goes down and they're watching it live?

It would really make my day!!

Blessings on you and your cow.

Honestly, looking back he thinks this day aged him about 25 years, when the security guards rushed into the room, Mary bundled between them, their voices urgent.

“Your Majesty, there’s been an incident, the palace is in lockdown.”

Arnold pulled him roughly off the sofa, 30 guards, surrounding him and Mary.

“What happened?”

Mary clung to him, terrified, and anxiety started to curl in his stomach his chest tight. “I don’t know, they just… they surrounded me in the corridor.”

Arnold was talking rapidly in to his headset in the corner, his gun drawn, trained on the door. His face tightened, his mouth set in a thin line before he turned towards Tharman. Tharman had never seen this look on his face before in the 15 years he’d been his chief protection officer. He’d never heard his voice shake like that before.

“Your Majesty, I’m afraid that… Princess Kate has been involved in an altercation just moments ago.”

Tharman’s stomach dropped and he felt Mary’s hands tighten on his shirt. “What kind of altercation?”

“There were… Sir there were gunshots fired as she left her appearance.”

It didn’t feel real. It couldn’t be real. That couldn’t be real. He caught Mary before her knees buckled but his didn’t fare much better. He remembered the Kate had been born so clearly. It was the best and worst day of his life, all wrapped up together. His wife had died and it felt as though a hole had been punched in his chest even as he’d stared at the beautiful little girl in his arms. An Heir. That’s what the media had been excited for but not him, he mourned that for his daughter. He mourned that her life would never be hers alone. She’d been the only thing in his life for so long. For so long Kate had been the only thing he’d cared about. He’d watched her grow from an adorable little girl to the beautiful, strong woman she was today. And now she was…

Tears were blurring his eyes and Mary was sobbing against his chest, “Is she..? Was she…?”

He couldn’t even say it as someone turned the television on in the corner and the sound of sirens filled the room and there she was. She was trapped on the floor, blood covering the front of her dress as she was dragged backwards, screaming as she clutched a body to her chest.

“Oh god.” Mary gasped, “Was she hit as well?”

“We believe that only… Bridgerton was… he was shot twice. Ronald is… having some difficulty with the princess.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off his daughter, screaming for Anthony with tears running down her face and his blood staining her clothes and it dawned on him: Kate hadn’t been injured. But she wasn’t alright. His daughter, that tiny baby that he’d held in his arms all night and wept was having the worst day of her life now.

[verdemoun]

Kieran Duffy's childhood headcanons:

kieran was a rainbow baby. mammy duffy gave birth alone in an empty house with no medical care expecting him to be another stillbirth. when that tiny pale thing with dark hair started crying she wailed as loudly as he did while cradling him close

pappy duffy worked in the mines, specifically working with the pit ponies. he was v admired by his fellow miners for his ability to get the most skittish horses to settle and drag terrifyingly massive wagon loads out of the colliery. kieran's love of horses is inherited (read: they both had autism and a shared hyperfixation)

mammy duffy was feral animal levels of protective with her baby and would not let his father hold him until he had scrubbed his arms red washing off soot and grime from work.

kieran was actually born in the homeland but the second pappy duffy realized he had a baby, a tiny little son at that, he started working triple-shifts to afford tickets to america so he could have a chance at a better life than they had

kieran's nickname as a child was mousey. he was extremely shy, nervous and quiet around anyone except his parents who were both very open about how much they adored him. he had a very severe stutter and oftentimes only his parents understood what he was trying to say

as a child he got into the habit of playing hide and seek without actually telling anyone they were meant to be seeking. mammy duffy wanted to sew bells into his clothes so she could hear when he was running off. pappy duffy was always much better at finding him.

mammy duffy was the very image of an irish catholic immigrant mother. pappy duffy was v religious when they originally got married but after seeing so much horror and death in the mines he became a lot more apathetic towards the idea of God. she still dragged them all to church every single week

none of them could read

pappy duffy caught kieran kissing another stableboy where they worked and had to talk kieran down from a panic attack. he said that the second he was born they loved him unconditionally (as long as the boy he fancied was irish (he was)) and then proceeded to entertain him with stories of the dozens of men who had fancied him back in his mining days. boasted his son inherited his looks (he did not, kieran thankfully looked much more like his mother) kieran didn't want his mammy to know and pappy reluctantly agreed, though reminded him if he ever did want to tell her he would stand by his son if she said anything untoward

mammy duffy never became less protective of her baby boy and on one occasion beat a child she found picking on her son with a broom. while an upstanding figure of 19th century womanhood, mammy duffy was readily capable of murder if needed to protect her family

kieran got cholera as well when his parents were sick. his parents pushed through their own illness trying to nurse him and still thought they'd failed in their final moments. kieran woke up in bed being held by his parents' corpses. he buried them himself. the stable he'd been working at before their death threw him out because he'd been sick too (they soon died of cholera anyway)

[agi-ppangx]

💌letter three - god's gift

╰► seo changbin has sent you a letter !

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“i’ve just finished doing the dishes and i noticed you left your earrings on the bedside table. i guess you must’ve been in a hurry and just forgot to wear them. but it can be a good excuse for us to meet up again.

you left an hour ago and i already miss you. i still can’t believe i was able to hold you in my arms for the whole night for the first time. i can’t wait until i’ll be doing this every day. 

i feel like from the day i met you i finally know what it means to be loved unconditionally. you are like a gift sent for me from the god himself and i couldn’t be more grateful. now i feel as if my life is complete. 

i still remember the day we met. you were so shy and it was absolutely adorable. but i’m glad you didn’t back off and started a conversation. i saw you were fidgeting with your bracelet the whole time, i guess it’s some kind of a grounding method (i’m really happy it works for you, i know you get nervous easily. but you’re doing great, i’m proud of you baby). i noticed you do this less and less often now in my presence, so i suppose i don’t make you that nervous anymore. it makes me really happy. 

my heart is entirely yours now, so please handle it with care, and i’ll make sure to do the same with yours. i want to be with you for better and for worse, i know you’ve had a difficult life and i strive to make it as easy as it can be. you’re too precious to me and i feel the need to protect you from all the bad in this world. i hope i’ll be able to do it. i love you dearly, my yn. 

your entirely, binnie

PS. you’ve just called me and told me you got the job. i’m taking you to the restaurant today, we’re gonna celebrate. i’m so proud of you, you have no idea. i love you”

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𝟚 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 - 𝕃. ℍ𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘

❥pairing: heeseung + female reader!

❥warnings: NONE.

❥genre: fluff.

❥summary: inspired by “2 MUCH” from Justin Bieber.

Number of words: 1k

Find your way around!

Just a lil something I made real quick hope you like it

You and your boyfriend heeseung lie on your backs in his bed, staring up at the lights on the ceiling in his bedroom, hands interwind, enjoying each other’s presence.

A comfortable silence fills the small room as you’re both lost in thought about none other than each other.

The warmth of your hand brings him a sense of comfort, a comfort he could only find within you. No warm blanket, no stuffed animal, not even his mother's hugs could make him feel this much solace.

He hums a tune while squeezing your hand a tad bit tighter just to make sure you’re still there, and this isn’t a dream.

That’s just how unreal this moment felt.

The saying heaven on earth, you never quite understood it.

Until now, cuddled up next to your boyfriend with his hand perfectly molded together with yours was heaven on earth.

If you could stay like this forever, you wouldn’t mind it one bit. His touch made you feel safe. The closeness was a type of intimacy that you longed for, a type of intimacy you never even thought existed until heeseung came into your life.

♬Take on all your friend's problems Still, somehow stop the world for us.♬

He’s your everything, the one who gives you the best advice, the one that’s always there for you, the one that would sacrifice everything for your happiness, and the ones around you, the one who never broke his promises, the one that loved you unconditionally. He was the one for you.

♬Music every time I hear your name,♬

“Y/n,” he whispered so softly you almost didn’t hear it.

You close your eyes slowly. “Hmm?” You rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb.

♬Say, "I love you" under my breath More times than you can digest♬

“I love you,” he says with a fondness in his tone.

You smile with your eyes still closed and respond. “I love you too,” and just like that, it’s quiet once again.

He lets go of your hand and lays on his side, propping himself up with his elbow to admire you from a different angle.

♬Maybe I stare too much, maybe not long enough Funny how I forget to blink♬

You automatically do the same, and now you’re both unknowingly having a staring contest, but there’s clearly no winner. You’re both too lost in each other’s eyes that you forget to blink. You couldn’t cause neither of you wanted to miss a nanosecond of this precious moment.

♬Don't wanna close my eyes. I'm scared I'll miss too much.♬

If heeseung could freeze time, he wouldn’t think twice about it. He wouldn’t mind being frozen in this moment of time, a time when you looked so beautiful, and your eyes held so much love and adoration for him.

He lifted his hand to stroke your cheek, and it was almost like a magnet the way yours instantly reached to cup the back of his hand with your palm.

♬I still relieve that second I made my biggest blessing Prayed for you. Look what God has done.♬

Lucky wouldn’t even begin to describe how you felt to be able to have someone that loved you as much as heeseung.

You don’t know what you did to deserve him, but you’d go back and do it all over a million times again if he was waiting for you at the end.

In case his eyes didn’t convey how much love he held in his heart for you, he made sure to tell you and show you every single day.

He’d do the littlest of things for you, the smallest of things that if you didn’t love someone as much as he loved you, you wouldn’t even notice them.

He was the first to break eye contact but for good reason. He closed his eyes and leaned in, placing the softest, most delicate kiss on your cloud-like lips.

He always gave you the most gentle kisses, the type that could bring a tear to your eye from how much love he put into them.

His kisses were like long, warm showers after a hard day, like a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen to all your problems. Just one of his kisses could make you forget about the world and everything in it except you and him.

He opened his arms as wide as ever to bring you into his embrace.

♬Your head's layin' right on my chest Sun's up, but I still ain't got no rest.♬

You belonged in his arms. You melted into his chest as he rested his chin atop your head and rubbed soothing circles on your shoulders.

His hugs felt like clouds so soft and delicate and barely even there but yet so comforting.

He absolutely loved the way you’d lean back and look up at him while secured in his embrace. It made his heart skip a beat. Another thing he loved was when you gently stroked his cheek. His eyes would immediately flutter shut as a long breath escapes his body. He leans in closer to your touch, so close that every warm breath he takes fans across your face.

More often than not, he’d get lost in your touches. Something about the way your soothing nimble fingers felt strumming along his soft skin like a melody made it hard for him not to get sleepy.

♬Don't wanna fall asleep. I'd rather fall in love.♬

He pulls you even closer to his chest as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear, but he knows you’ll never. He just needed to be closer to you.

You dissolve into his embrace. As close as you were, you wanted to be even closer. You nuzzled your face into his neck, sighing in contentment as you pressed your cheek against his warm skin.

♬When I can't feel you, I feel out of touch.♬

He tangled one of his legs with yours, wanting to feel every inch of your body that could touch his.

“Are we in heaven? Cause I don’t think it gets any better than this,” He says, still rubbing your shoulder gently.

“I would say so,” you whisper into the crook of his neck.

“Then I don’t ever want to leave” He places one last kiss on the crown of your head, and the morning continues with soft whispers of adoration and longing touches filled with affection as you both seal your never-ending love for each other with a kiss. And when you pull away nothing but the reflection of pure love can be seen in one another’s eyes.

♬'Cause eternity with you ain't long enough Two seconds without you's like two months And that's too much.♬

FIN

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[harus-simp]

Finding their baby pictures

Keita, Jongwoo, Chen Kuan Jui, Haruto, Park Hanbin

Genre: pure fluff

Author's note: Okay so I got this idea by seeing Instagram, like they released all this baby pictures of them so I was really inspired. Might do another part or multiple parts and just do all 28 trainees haha

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When the boys are given a little break you surprise them with their baby pictures developing funny and chaotic situations between you two.

Keita

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Your boyfriend Keita, had been participating on this program called Boys Planet, where he was trying to debut in a 9 member group, and although he was doing well as a member of Ciipher, he wasn't completely satisfied and therefore challenged himself further. You on the other hand had been supporting him wherever he went and always bringing him comfort if something didn't come out as he expected, that's why he considered you one of the pilars in his life, making him love you unconditionally.

While scrolling through Instagram, you encountered with the boys planet page where they uploaded all sorts of pictures and videos of the trainees, so you decided to be a supporting girlfriend and like every publication where he appeared, until you saw something that caught your eye from the most recent pictures. It was a baby photo of your boyfriend drinking juice with this cute little red outfit. You were immediately immersed in the photo and completely in awe of how adorable Keita looked. You smiled widely and decided to text Keita about your little discovery.

-OMG KEITAAAAA

-What could havenpossibly happened now 🙄- he answered already knowing how dramatic you could get some times

-Look what I've just found 🥺😭 you answered as you sent him the photo

-Hey, how you got that?

-Mnet just released it on their boys planet page on Insta, how can you be so cute and tinyyy 😢❤️

-...are you being serious now?🤨

-Of course I am dummy, you little cutie, tiny , adorable and I don't have more adjectives baby :((

-I'm not tiny >:/

-Yes you are >:))

-Yah, stop teasing 😡

-Too bad you are not here to stop me 😛

"Now who says I'm not here?"You heard a voice behind your back, making you turn slowly only to find him with his arms crossed looking at you expectantly.

"Oh"

"Oh? Is that everything you are saying to me? Where did it go the confident y/n?"he asked you with a little smirk

"Ha.ha.ha" you laughed awkwardly "welcome back?"

He just grinned as he approached you slowly.

"Hmm, what are you thinking Mr. Keita? What are you up t-" you were interrupted as he started tickling your sides softly in order to not hurt you.

"Woah- Keita sto-" you said suppressing a laugh

"Now who's the tiny one huh?"

"No one, no one, but please I swear to God,stop" you said almost crying, and earning a sympathetic look from Keita making him stop his attack.

He offered you a hand to get up, but instead you pulled him towards you making him be on top of you.

You kissed him softly on his lips while saying "welcome back Keita". He returned the kiss smiling brightly "thank you babe"he said hugging you slowly and showing that gummy smile you love so much.

Jongwoo

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A surprise, that's what Jongwoo wanted to give you, a simple surprise, but turns out that he was the surprised one instead.

You were peacefully organising your room and cleaning the rest of your apartment while dancing and humming songs from your playlist when you saw something on one bookshelf that caught your interest, it was a picture, a baby picture in fact of your boyfriend.

You felt all warm and fluttered inside out of a sudden as you looked at the picture in silence and without skipping a detail of his figure.

You suddenly felt a pair of arms hugging you from behind making you jump a little and turn around only to find Jongwoo's warmth embracing you.

"How's my sunshine doing?"he asked you sweetly and giving you a little peck on your nose.

"Jongwoo, how can you be here?"you asked back throwing yourself towards his arms and hugging him tightly, as if you let go of him he would disappear.

"Well, they gave us a break so we could rest to prepare for the final round" he answered looking at you ever so lovingly. "What you got there?"he pointed your hand.

"Oh, I just found a baby picture of you" you said casually with a soft smile showing it to him happily.

He was indeed the one in the picture, but he wasn't really expecting it to end up in your hands, and neither you complimenting his adorable looks. This made him a little embarrassed, a pink blush rising to his cheeks making him look away.

"Haha I don't know how could that have appeared here" he giggled.

"Don't you have more pics you could show me please?"🥺🙏

"No, why would you want them?"he asked clearly, confused.

"Because you look adorable and I'd like to see more of you as a kid" you answered pouting.

He really found the whole situation so wholesome, so he just gave you a kiss to make you forget everything, and who were you to ignore his affection.

He held you by your waist massaging you on your sides and making the kiss a little more passionate. You enjoyed every second of it as you pulled away and looked into his eyes sweetly.

"You know that won't make me forget it right?"

He grinned while nodding softly and giving you a peck on your cheeks.

"I know I know. How about we go get an ice cream and later I ask my mom for more pictures?"he suggested.

And as long as you were suspicious of how true was his statement, you were far more tempted into the involvement of food.

"Hmmm,only if you pay"you teased sticking out your tongue.

"Deal,then" he answered holding your hand and leading you toward your bedroom to change and go for a walk.

Chen Kuan Jui

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Your flexible boyfie and you were sleeping peacefully all cuddled up as Mnet had released him (that sounds like he is locked up sorry 💀💀💀) to rest for a few days. Your head was on his chest and his arms wrapped around your frame. You woke up to little snores coming out from him to which you smiled widely remembering how caring and sweet he was as you felt his strong arms being wrapped around you.

As you noticed the light entering your room, you started to pull away and get up, but Chen Kuan Jui just had to tighten the hug and mumble in his sleep

"Don't go yet, sugar"he pleaded.

"But I have so much work to do!" you responded.

"Hmmmm"he reluctantly stated to disentangle himself from you.

You both had a nice breakfast and started your day in a good mood goofing around and just enjoying the presence of the other.

You decided to start organising the living room while your boyfriend did the boolshelves from your bedroom. You were finishing your part when you were called.

"Baby, look what I found!"he shouted for you to come.

"Give me a second"

You came to your room curious on what he wanted to show you.

"I found my album from when I was a kid"he said smiling cheerfully.

"Really? Let me see!"

As he showed you, you were absolutely drawn to this particular picture of him dressed up as a lion with his ballerinas. From his little pose to his make up and his pretty smile made your heart flutter and die from cuteness.

"Baby, you look so cute!!!"🥺😭😩❤️

"Hehe this was from my ballet classes"he answered

"You were a little talented dancer from such a young age!! I love you for that!!!"

This made something snap in his big and caring heart, his gummy smile appearing and making him bring you to his embrace to give you an eskimo kiss.

"And I love you for being there for me and supporting me wherever I go. I love you so damn much love <3"

You both giggled cutely and proceeded being all dorkey and lovey dovey for the rest of the day.

Haruto

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Since the Artist battle, you had met Haruto's mom on the queue to Mnet. She of course knew who you were, but hadn't had the opportunity to get to know. Turns out, with the intermediate Japanese level you had, you both hit it off and since then started talking like close friends would, mainly about Haruto because you were both really supportive and caring towards him as he had been working really hard to run towards his dream of becoming an idol.

Haruto got some well diserved free days due to the upcoming finale,so he could rest properly and be ready for the performance. He got home excited to take a break and spend time with you as Boys Planet had taken a lot of time from his agenda and from his previous quality time with his dear girlfriend.

"I'm home babe!"he announced.

"Haru! Have they given you a break finally?"You asked him

"Yes, know we can spend some more time together, I'm so tired right now I could use some sleep to recharge"

"Of course bubs, you better rest to slay your performance .Also look what I just found!"you said excited.

Haruto looked at you with a puzzled expression waiting for you to elaborate further, you turned your phone to him making his eyes go wide.

"Don't you look adorable as a baby? 🥺"you asked him.

"Wha-' how did you get that picture?"he asked you in return, utterly confused as why would you have that.

"Oh, your mom just send it to me" you answered, your tone filled with appreciation and love.

"My mom what?"he asked in disbelief. "How on earth is that possible?"

"Well, we met the other day on the queue to the Artist Battle, she's lovely by the way, you both are so much alike" you blurted out.

Now he didn't expect that outcome. He was still in shock, but when you started telling him how cute he was as a kid, maybe due to some information his mother gave you, he couldn't help himself but just smile shyly at you lowering his head down and giggling at your antics, making him fall in love with you all over again.

"Well what can I say, I've always been this cute" he said proudly forming a pout in his lips, which you gladly kissed for him to be fully satisfied and to make him shut up and stop his ego from increasing.

"Well then big baby, let's give you the rest you are in need of" you giggled cutely at his antics

"Can we cuddle though?" :((

"We sure can" :))

"And can you give me kisses, I'm feeling soft right now" he asked you timidly and lowering his tone of voice.

You just nodded laughing softly and gave him what he wanted,making him smile in the process.

Park Hanbin

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Hanbin had told you to meet him on a nearby park as he could rest for a few days before the finale. He had been working very hard to secure his spot and have received lots of support from his fans, however what he wanted at the moment was to just lay in your arms while talking about anything and everything.

He waited patiently for your arrival, when he saw you coming his way his face curdled up into a wide smile as he called your name.

"Babyyyy"he raised his voice a little for you to recognise him.

You looked up and met his gaze on you, causing a smile to appear on your face.

"HanBinnnn :)"

"How you've been?"he asked you

"Good. What about you? How's the program?"

"Good good, but I'd rather talk about your day"

Your heart skipped a beat at his caring persona making you smile.

"Alright, but let me treat you to something something"you offered. He accepted gladly as you guys kept talking about random things.

When you got there you ordered 2 milkshakes and a little strawberry cake to share.

Suddenly, you looked at him with a suspicious smirk making him a little bit scared of what your intentions were.

"What are you planning this time?"he asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"You won't believe what I found"you answered.

He waited for you to show him whatever you were trying to show him on your phone. He was even more confused when you entered the Boys Planet page on Instagram and searched for something in particular, not letting him see anything.

"Ta-da" you revealed a picture of him as a little baby on some sort of garden looking with a judgeful look to the camera.

"Ahhhh, OMG How the fuck did you get that?"he squealed a little bit gaining the looks from the tables besides you both.

"Don't you look absolutely cute? You even judged as a kid, that's so you haha" you laughed silently.

"No like, how did that got there in the first place?"

"Well Mnet published it in their page so I suppose they asked your parents for them"

"I look awful" he laughed embarrased of himself.

"No you don't? You look handsome and really adorable, you have the best baby pictures I swear to God.

Oh, that actually sounded good coking from her mouth, he thought. Only starting to increase his ego and looking at you with a sufficient little smirk.

"Oh, if you say that you must like me too much then"

You immediately regretted saying that out loud and just side eyed your boyfriend like he was the most annoying thing on this planet.

"Oh shut up"

You know he was just teasing but once he starts you know he can't stop. So in order to make him shut up you picked some frost from the cake and put it on his nose. After that you just got close to his face and licked it, making him look at you disgusted.

"Ewww, that's gross"

"Well then,let it be like that then " you said pissed off as you got up from your seat to start walking away.

"I'm just joking baby,don't be mad" he said holding your hand to stop you from getting away.

"Hmm, give me a good reason why I should stay"

"Me?"he answered with a cute expression making you melt inside.

"Well, good enough I guess" you responded kissing him on his cheek delicately.

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[m4rs-ex3]

✨ rayllum ✨

whaddya want from me i have to talk about it rn. aaaaaaaaaaaaa🫶🫶🫶🫶 boundaries. trust. FINGERGUNS. they. them. my pronouns are they because i'll never be them. callum is done wasting time being mad and is now devoting all of his time remembering and/or discovering HOW MUCH HE LOVES THIS GIRL UGH 💕💞💖💗💞💕💖💝💝💘💖💓 he is the sweetest fucking thing rn oml he can see now that she will always be there for him and he wants her to know and im normal. aside from the core developments of their relationship omfg we were SERVED. the banter, the softness, the absolute bestie(+) behavior. let's review:

(e1) "practical? like what ; :)" that is the flirtiest fuckin face ive ever seen

"yes. you. uh.. rayla."

"i was lookin for you! uh.. callum." HIS FACEEEE HIS WIDDLE SMILE

"i can see that. let her go." ZERO hesitation. also mad foreshadowing

"she broke into the high mage's office." "no that's crazy. she can go in there any time she wants." UGH i expected a "no that's crazy she would never do that" but he's straight up like 'whats mine is urs bbg" 😭✋

"the elf stole it." oh.. ok his face doesn't look too happy there i wonder if "shes not 'the elf.' she's rayla." OH FUCK ME THEN

"and she was hiding a weapon" "so what? she always is?" IM SCREAMING I LOVE THEM SM

it doesn't even seem that for a second he was perturbed about rayla having the murder weapon, more so that he was looking straight at the murder weapon. she's always been in the clear 🫡

"if she didn't tell me... she has a good reason." THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE. THIS-- iiis getting its own post.

"it means i trust her. unconditionally." brb dying happy

his face when she unchained herself god he loves his non-law-abiding girlfriend

"you don't have to explain or justify anything to me. you can tell me when you're ready :)" what can i even say at this point

(e2) "well i'm glad you liked it :)" kill me now

"and now... here we are," there it is he still sees them as one unit, defying all odds and persevering all circumstances oh me oh my

stargazing obvi

(e3) RAYLA IN CALLUM'S DOODLE. HE DIDN'T HAVE TO ADD HER IN THERE YET THERE SHE IS LOOKING ADORABLE

"she can't stop us." "nobody can >:)" "so we're going to lux aurea right? ; :)" "too right we are >:)>:)>:)>:)"

their chaos <3

(e4) rayllum montage my beloved THAT MUSIC

if you guys have been weird please show me normal

"rayla, we've been through a lot, and a lot has changed, ah- um, well, some things have changed, but not.. everything. uh... i would do anything for you."

i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i wo

this is not fucking real what the fuckity fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

they are The standard

i've seen a lot of ships in my day way too many perhaps but no one compares

he's so patient and respectful w her 😭 the way he just gently holds out his hands

she fully emphasized that freeing them wasn't her priority and yet just ZERO hesitation callum saw his girl in distress and dropped everything no second thought required

THE HAND HOLDDDD THAT WAS SO SOFT

HE WAS SO FRICKEN EXCITED TO HELP HER

about to die and only one priority mhm

THUMB RUB THUMB RUB THUMB RUB THUMB RUB THUMB RUB THUMB RUB THUMB RUB

"i waited too long" i am so absolutely insane feral indignant

"i hope you know-" "i know."

bury me

(e5) fist bump. thats it im done im gone oh m !!!!! FIST !!! BUMP !!!!! YOU ABSOLUTE DORKS YOU <3<3<3<3<3

i am weak and the water scene is literally my favorite

he IMMEDIATELY knows shes uncomfy

AND he waits for her

"i don't think i'm comfortable pushing- hey!" "see? i pushed you first! pushing is easy!"

12:06 ish that glance downward tho 👀

the hand snatch of the century. her face. his face. that squeeze. "together." that ttm parallel.

HE HELD HER HAND THE ENTIRE TIME 😭😭😭💗

"-the entire world would be in danger-" IM SORRY BUT HE LOOKED STRAIGHT. AT HER. THAT LOOK KILL ME

"an amulet. or, uh, is it a talisman? what's the difference?" HER SWEET LIL GIGGLE (might just be the last sweet moment i have to report on)

beginning o e7 they're standing together on deck what happened all last night i need to know

her catching him when he collapsed :') and holding him up the rest of the time

"LET HIM GO!"

so e8 🙂

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female rage has nothing on callum.

5 seasons. so many characters. so many losses. we have never seen this much emotion from anyone. i can hardly joke right now but he really embodied "don't you just wanna go apeshit?" i consume so much fucking media and this is new even for me. callum has never even had a temper. through all of this--getting kidnapped, abused, mentally and physically, seeing what his friends are going through--he hasn't broke. and then, seeing his biggest fear, the thing he's been plagued with for years, the thing we've seen him throw away his life to prevent, comes true, and he loses it. the scream, grunt & inhale, the speed, the aggression, the fucking expression. it's not hard to see how what happened next happened, i'm surprised he didn't do worse.

“all that talk about how love makes you stronger, but the second you see that elf girl in pain, you completely lost yourself.” mitski miyawaki kindly carry me out

every threat or demand finnegrin has made and callum has done nothing but scour. he has been as strong as anyone can be. and all of a sudden here he is crying out for mercy, pleading, bargaining, the lowest we've ever seen him. it hurts, but finnegrin was right.

"just... just let her go."

"NO! NO"

his defeat. we know this is because of... literally everything he has ever stood for being demolished. but his personal moral catastrophe aside, don't you find it interesting how he did all of that to keep rayla safe, and yet he never once went to her? i made another post abt this but i'm saying it again: rayla told him not to. and she believed in him. she's safe, but i don't think he thought he really saved her. he doesn't think he deserves anything she's giving him. he refuses to indulge in her, he refuses to confide in her, he refuses to seek her out. but he just saved her life. but that's not enough. not enough to resolve this within himself, and apparently not enough for the girl who's life he has saved twice now, who has stuck by him for years, who has dedicated everything to him, to be able to be okay with it. and he just kind of... accepts it. he doesn't beg for forgiveness, that being said he doesn't tell her either. this may seem like he's protecting himself, that he really just doesn't want to lose her, that he doesn't want to face this at all, but maybe it's him not wanting to disappoint her. yknow i really hate to be one of those people who ignores how basically all of callum's character surrounds his own internal conflict in favor of rayllum fan service, but fuck it's hard no to sometimes. he wants to be her hero, but he isn't; not to himself, anyway. this would always be the case. and yet... he did it all anyway. if that isn't unconditional, i'm jumping off a bridge.

no matter who he's protecting he is still being so strong for her

"yeah. yeah, i'm okay. i am." no, that obviously wasn't the truth. but for a "horrible liar," he sure appeared at least a little bit better. at the end of the day, the end of the battle, rayla's okay. and that always seems to help.

face touch 🩷

that hug man. her deep sigh. his shame melting into unavoidable comfort. him letting go despite all his better judgement. also it was cute. homicidal. but cute.

THE OTHER WATER SCENE IM STARTING TO THINK I HAVE A TYPE

the "eyes on me" thing AUUUHGHHGHGHGHGH

"i-i'm getting out" 👏ZERO👏HES👏ITATION👏 AND THE THING THAT MADE HIM BREAK WAS THE FEAR/SADNESS IN HER VOICE. LIKE AT FIRST HE WAS JUS LIKE "U GOOD?" BUT THEN HE SAW HOW UPSET SHE WAS AND WAS ALL "FUCK THE FATE OF THE WORLD IM GIVING YOU A HUG"

the squad reunion post-claudia when rayla gives callum's arm an extra little squeeze 😭

the ending handhold 🫶 thereee'ssss my little married couple

welp i would say it's been fun but it's been more so absolutely excruciating so. it has been.

if i still had feelings i would be so happy <3

[jungle-angel]

The Skydancers (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You were once a mortal woman, loved unconditionally by a god of the sky. Yet when he took you as his wife, no one told you that your tasks in the heavens would be easy....yet for the two of you, it’s always worth it.

Notes: Inspired by the Greek God moodboards of @lewmagoo​ and @ryebecca, you guys are some of the most amazing content creators and I wanted to write a little story to go with them. 

Tagging: @sebsxphia @nobody7102​

Somewhere in the clouds you waited, completely unbothered by the other sky deities and creatures that flitted past you with hardly any heed or concern as to where they were going. The sun was shining brightly, the air warm as you walked along the clouds, waiting for your beloved to return from wherever he was. 

The shimmering little dream dragon with big, blue green eyes, suddenly lifted its little head, his tail twitching as he sensed the arrival of a familiar family member. 

A huge, broad grin suddenly grew across your face as you ran across the clouds, the winged sandals on your feet carrying you as far as they possibly could and the shimmering skirts of your light bronze chiton cool against your legs and ankles. You would have crashed right into Bob’s arms, save for the little bundle he carried in his arms. 

“I missed you my sweet,” he cooed as he pressed a sweet, airy kiss to your lips. 

“Where were you this time?” you asked him rather cheerfully. “Earth? The Otherworlds? Perhaps a little call from your uncle Hades?” 

Bob had opened his mouth to say something, but you could readily tell that something troubled him deep inside. Even the gentle, loving little touches of your fingers running down his exposed bicep didn’t do much to dispel what troubled him. 

Very gently, Bob revealed what lay within the blanket, the tiny little face of a newborn with little wisps of dark blonde hair. You were afraid to reach out and touch the delicate little face, fearing that the baby would wake and startle some of the creatures. But oh the little one was adorable! You wanted nothing more than to take them in your arms and hold them as your husband wrapped his arms around you......just as he had done when he fell in love with you.

“Where did he come from?” you asked, the curiosity gnawing at your brain. 

“Palace was sacked,” Bob answered sadly. “The little one was an orphan and.....(Y/n) it was awful. Uncle Hades he....he’s seen suffering, but not like that. He said he’d take the grown ones to Elysium, but the little ones are to be in our domain.” 

A pang of sadness and excitement all at once welled within you. You knew what it had been like to live a mortal life until Bob had taken you as his wife. You knew how precious life itself was, a gift that you hated to see squandered or cut short by the blade of a sword or bloodthirsty murderers who thought themselves better than the gods. You and Bob had wept tears of liquid gold for so many, even the lowliest slave who didn’t have a coin to their name. Yet there had been far greater joys as you had both seen, joys which made you both sing and kick up the wind just a little harder. 

Bob very carefully placed the little one in your arms, his little fist covering his mouth, a sign you knew a little too well from your mother-in-law, Hera. 

“Something tells me he’ll be awake soon,” you chuckled. 

“Hopefully not too soon,” Bob half laughed. 

You and Bob snuggled the little one until the skies had begun to turn all shades of rosy pink and lavender. All the creatures of the air had begun to turn in for the night, many of them curling up and settling into the clouds that turned into their warm little beds. 

You and Bob had just begun to settle into a rather large patch of clouds, the skies having turned a heavenly shade of dark blue velvet with the calming light of the full moon, when a squeaky little cry had caught you both off guard. 

You could instinctively feel it deep in your chest as you saw the little one’s tiny fists all balled up. You lifted him from his cloud cradle, unpinning one side of your chiton and letting him root before you felt those long, familiar fingers and those soft lips brushing against your exposed shoulder. 

“So much for sleep,” Bob chuckled. 

“He’ll sleep,” you hummed, your body buzzing as you felt Bob’s gentle fingers brushing against your sensitive, exposed breast. “It’ll take him time to get used to it, but at least he has us.” 

When the baby had finished, you and Bob kissed his little cheeks as his eyelids drooped shut, the two of you drawing up the clouds over you and the little one to keep warm in the night while one of Bob’s perfectly white wings covered the three of you like a bed canopy. Your little dream dragon curled himself up like a cat, his soft little trill almost like a purr as the two of you had begun to count the stars and the constellations that moved across the sky. Soon, the two of you had begun to drift off into your own dreams, happy and content with the world around you as the sounds of the heavens carried you into a deep and restful sleep.