#which is why i put the pop up on window on him 😂😂 i love him hes so dumb

[xinyuehui]

*Windows Error Noise*

[corroded-hellfire]

I can 100% imagine that while reader put headphones in her tummy when she was pregnant with Eliza or the new pregnancy, she would make the baby listen to Billy Joel and when she's distracted or if she fell sleep, Eddie would change it to any of his favorite metal bands 😂

I love this idea so much! It’s very them, lol. I set this while reader is pregnant with Eliza 🩷

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[As You Wish masterlist]

It’s became a running joke between you and your husband by your third trimester. The first time it happened, you had still been in the first initial throes of pregnancy, the exhaustion wreaking havoc on your system every day. It wasn’t uncommon for Eddie to come home and see you curled up on the couch, fast asleep. Sometimes you’d be in bed or even soaking in the bath, but the couch seemed to become your late afternoon snooze location. 

One day when Eddie came home and saw you bundled up beneath your favorite purple blanket, he smiled and headed towards the kitchen. But he froze halfway through the living room. What was that sound?

Eddie turned, eyes searching high and low for whatever could be creating the low murmuring sound that filled his ears. He took a few steps closer to the couch and realized it was coming from you. 

Carefully, as not to disturb you, Eddie lifted the blanket and let out a small chuckle when he saw the headphones planted securely on your tummy. They were connected to your portable CD player, and as Eddie crouched down to be on the same level as your stomach, he tried to peek into the little window to see if he could tell what CD was inside. No luck, though.

Instead, Eddie moved as slowly and silently as possible to pull the headphones off your barely-there bump. He held them up to his ears to hear what you’re playing for your baby.

Brando, "The King and I", and "The Catcher in the Rye"

Eisenhower, Vaccine, England's got a new queen

Marciano, Liberace, Santayana, goodbye

“Oh, my sweet baby,” Eddie whispered. “What is she making you listen to? No, no. I will not let your mother subject you to Billy Joel. Wait right here. Well—you don’t have a choice, really.”

Eddie gently set down the headphones and pushed himself up from his crouched position. He took a few steps over to the stereo tucked in the corner of the room and rifled through his collection of CDs.

“Ah. Here we go.”

He plucked one and came back over to you, leaned down again, and quickly and quietly switched out your CD for a Metallica one. It took a moment to load, but then he pressed play and held the headphones up so he could hear.

So close, no matter how far

Couldn't be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are

And nothing else matters

“Much better.”

Eddie smiled to himself as he slipped the headphones back on your tummy and headed upstairs to get cleaned up.

Not even ten minutes later, you walked into your bedroom just as your husband was coming out of the adjoining bathroom. 

“Hey, baby,” he greeted. Then he saw the unimpressed look on your face. “What?”

“Why did I fall asleep to the smooth voice of Billy Joel, only to wake up to the depressing Nothing Else Matters?”

“Hey, when I came home, We Didn’t Start the Fire was playing. Not exactly the most cheerful song.”

“Keep your mitts off my headphones. Or it’s war, baby.”

And it became war. 

Sometimes you would grab your CD player and headphones right before Eddie came home, just for him to find you subjecting your child to your music. The only time he wouldn’t take the bait was if he was exhausted from work. Which meant, most times he had the energy to grab a metal CD and replace it with whatever pop one you had in.

Occasionally, this led to physical struggles, which involved a lot of laughing and rolling around on the floor with one another. The first few times that Ryan and Luke heard you squealing from the roughhousing, they’d come in to check on you. After the fourth time, they knew the sound meant another music battle was going on. 

When you got your energy back in the second trimester, it became harder for Eddie to switch out the music because you weren’t randomly falling asleep as much. Which meant he needed a new plan of attack. Sometimes after you’d fall asleep in your bed at night, Eddie would tiptoe over to grab your portable CD player and headphones, pop a Metallica disc in, then put the headphones on your belly. If you didn’t roll over and knock them off or yank the cord, you’d most likely wake up in the morning after the CD finished.

It leads you to now, where you’re sitting on your bed on a Saturday afternoon, the windows open and letting in the warm summer breeze and the pleasant birdsongs. Eddie has his head in your lap, one hand on your pronounced bump. 

“Was that another kick?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you say with a wince. 

The baby was now reaching the point where she’d be awake all night, moving around and not allowing you to get any sleep. It was getting uncomfortable, and you were hoping having Eddie here, rubbing your stomach would lull her to sleep. No dice so far.

“Here, can you hand me my headphones?” you ask, nodding towards your nightstand. “Maybe music will help.”

“And what music, may I ask, are you intending to play for our little sweet pea?” Eddie raises his eyebrows at you.

“I’ve had luck with Piano Man before,” you tell him.

“Don’t you think we should try—”

“No,” you cut him off. “Metal music makes her rowdy.”

“That’s my girl.” Eddie grins.

“Be a proud papa later. Right now, help your wife get some rest.”

“Wait…” Eddie hops off the bed and disappears out the bedroom door. He comes back a minute later brandishing a CD case.

“Have you tried this?” he asks.

You hold your hand out and bring the case closer once your husband hands it to you.

“The Phantom of the Opera? Huh. No, I haven’t. There are some good songs that could be used as lullabies in here.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Eddie says as he crawls back on the bed with you. “Here, I’ll set it up for you.”

You watch as Eddie opens the case and pops the CD into the player, a fond smile on your face the whole time.

“So, we’ll call this a truce right now?” you ask.

“I suppose so,” Eddie says, handing you the headphone. “Guess you and I have to be a team against this hyper baby girl.”

“Right. When she pops out, we can try to sway her with our music,” you add.

“Deal.” 

Eddie holds out his hand and you shake it with a chuckle.

You situate the headphones on your stomach just as Eddie presses play.

Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination

Silently the senses abandon their defenses

Your husband curls up next to you and slowly rubs his hand up and down your belly. It only takes a few minutes before the movement in your womb slows down. You breathe a sigh of relief and rest your head against Eddie’s. 

“Better?” he whispers.

“Mhmm,” you hum, letting your tired eyes fall shut. 

A soft song is whispered near your ear and it takes you a moment to realize it’s Eddie singing Piano Man.

“Thought this song was a no?” you ask, voice already halfway fallen into sleep.

“Yeah, for the baby,” Eddie says. “But it’s too late for you. Your taste is solidified. So, I might as well give in.”

Eddie’s teasing tone makes you chuckle. He presses a kiss to the side of your head before picking up the tune again. 

Sing us a song. You're the piano man

Sing us a song tonight

Well, we're all in the mood for a melody

And you've got us feeling alright

[saltofmercury]

* waving* heelllloooo, just want to say thank you for the “ break in” series! I love König and Civilian!readers, there’s not enough non military reader stories out there so i am always hunger for more.can I put in a request? I don’t know why this idea pops into my head and not sure if Soap has a younger sister, imagine his sister had a crush on König from meeting him during military family day ( im sure theres no such event lol) or some off duty team outing. Something like..

Sister: who’s that really big guy there johnny?

Soap, knowing his sis too well : oh no you don’t.. dont go there darling

Sis: but he is so cute like a huge costco teddy bear..very huggable

All the while König overheard the who convo, flattered +embarrassed + in disbelief

Thank you! If it’s too much just ignore me its ok 😂

Pairing: König x f!reader ft. Johnny + Ghost

Summary: You tag along to Johnny's party.

A/N: Thank you @sofasoap

"The Favorite MacTavish"

“You’re still on the fastest route.”

The navigation on loop. You focused on what you could tone out Johnny with.

Looking out the window, a blur of cars turned into a blur of bricks, that in turn ended up to just dirt and then open land. Dust. You’ve been sitting as a passenger princess the entire ride there. Johnny but insisting on lecturing you about what was expected of you.

It felt more like briefing you if you were being honest.

“I’m dead serious ya hear?” Johnny had turned and pointed a finger to you.

“You got to tone it down with Ghost.” “You were off ya trolley last time, I told ya to leave the poor man alone.”

You smiled. “It wasn’t anything too bad.” 

Your mind flashed back to the last get together Johnny and his friends had. You had met the legendary “Ghost” that Johnny had worked with. A man with a skull face covering, taller and larger than any other of his teammates. A deep set British accent. (You and Johnny still argue if it’s Southern or Manchester.)

Ghost kind of bothered you that he was at a party. The man had radiated big fuck off vibes from you. It made no sense for him to be here. 

All you saw was… someone crying for attention.. Or even a little competition.

You approached Ghost with a deal, if he were to out drink you, you would shut Johnny up the entire night, and if you were to outdrink him, he would join the group for 20 minutes. 

The little game turned dangerous and it wasn’t until you had almost bested him in the tenth beer of the night that he almost tapped out. Almost beat by a MacTavish. It didn’t help that you were flirting with him a bit when he started to become sloppy, which you think became in your best interest.

One of the other teammates had lost it.

“Ghost is going to lose!”

Ghost looked loopy. Not even his skull painted covering could hide that. He ended up going to the cooler, bringing out 3 beers, chugging them one by one, and then remained in his stoic composure. It was truly a sight.

All of Johnny’s teammates never let that one go.

“Can’t believe Johnny’s little sister thought she could out drink Ghost.”

“I can’t believe she had him stuttering. Never heard the LT at a loss for words.”

“I think I like his sister more than Johnny.”

Johnny never lived it down, and never heard the end of it from Ghost.

“I actually don't know why I bothered bringing ya.” He continued.

You missed your older brother. It was hard seeing him a few times a year. With any opportunity to see him, including riding along to party with his teammates, you took. It helped that he had a soft spot for you.

“I won't make any promises, but I’ll leave Ghost alone.”

*

It wasn’t until an hour later that you had arrived. You remembered what Johnny had said. “No teasin’ Ghost.” “No trying to out drink anyone.” “Behave!”

You both walk up into a small beige house. There’s a plain white metal gate in front of it, but no live plants, just dirt. Endless dirt, dust, and rocks surrounding it, and a few other SUVs, Jeeps, and sedans.

You walk inside, right behind Johnny, mumbling in your head—

“No drinking, no ghosting.”

How annoying.

Once inside, you’re greeting everyone behind Johnny.

Gaz looks at you. “Well if it isn’t Ghost’s favorite little sister!”

You smile. “No ghosting tonight.”

Immediately looking toward Johnny, who was nodding in approval.

*

Much later when you're inside that you see him, along with a brand new set of faces that you aren’t familiar with.

There’s a lady with a small ponytail, some guy on a tablet and sunglasses on, and a guy who's got a black face mask on. This particular individual is more distant, pushed further away from everyone else. Looks big, bigger than Ghost. 

He’s not alone, he’s got some other guy next to him talking about some game he was playing on his phone.

“Steamin’ Jesus” you think to yourself. How did this massive guy end up here?

You grab a hold of Johnny,

“Johnny, who’s that over there?”

Johnny had barely taken a sip of his 3rd beer before his eyes went wide. 

“Aw Jesus Christ, no you don’t. Don’t you dare go there.” he says, grabbing a hold of your wrist. 

“Oh for fucks sake, I’m just asking who the guy is!” 

“Haud yer weesht! It's the same ol’ script with every single one of my teammates I swear to god.”

“Is he new?”

“He’s not with us.” He stops for dramatic effect. 

Whispers- “That group over there is a different team.”

Oh. 

The big guy is holding an electrolyte drink as opposed to any alcohol. He takes up the entire chair and he’s polite, nodding his head to his teammate, but quickly glancing back and forth towards you and Johnny.

“And I swear to god, you better not think of stepping over there, I’ll get Ghost to restrain you.”

You raised your eyebrows at him.

“You said no Ghostin…”

Johnny pulled you a little closer to him, then quietly (his case of quiet) says

 “Do you know what those guys do?”

“Military?”

“Christ on a bike… those there are contracted killers.”

You snort.

“Yeah fuckin' right Johnny and what do you call yourself? Saints?”

“I swear you’re so daft. Don’t go near them, stay with what you know.”

“I just want to introduce myself to them, it would be rude no?”

The guy in the mask looked harmless. He wasn’t drinking, he was among friends, he was simply waiting for someone to approach him.

*

The entire night you keep thinking of ways to get over it. You’ve got plenty of liquid courage in you now though.

“Just because he’s bigger than the rest of you, you’re intimidated.” The liquid courage was bubbling up inside you. 

“Fucking hell, would you drop it?” Johnny says

“I just want to talk to him, Johnny!”

You made your way over to him.

Johnny’s eyes looked like they could burst out of their sockets.

“Hi, how are you? You know what, you don’t seem bad at all, you just seem big, but that's ok.”

The man looked at you wide eyed, beneath his mask formed some crinkle surrounding his eyes.

“I just wanted to let you know that you don't intimidate me, but quite frankly you encourage me to give you a hug.”

He smiled now, you could see it.

“You’re like a huge teddy bear even, have you been to the states? They got a whole warehouse full of teddy bears the size of you.”

A small laugh from him and his fingers running through his hair.

“In fact, I kind of wish I had you as my own size for a teddy bear… what do you say?”

Before he could respond, you were yanked up, thrown over someone’s shoulders.

“That’ll do mini MacTavish..” A British accent. Ghost was hauling you away.

You felt dizzy, and kept your eyesight on the big man.

“I MEAN it! You are not intimidating you're just in need of a hug.”

[risingsoleil]

⭐️ for the director's cut please! :)

Hi queen! I guess the one I can do a commentary for is new storyline in "The Other Side of Heaven."

This is very long, so I will put this under the cut:

The premise is that it follows "Choices, Chances, Changes" and it's basically canon and AU Linzin + family colliding together. Originally, it was meant to be a super long and funny oneshot of Linzin kids rubbing into canon's face how much better they are, supporting canon Lin, and saying "LINZIN 4EVA" 🤣

Also, originally AU Linzin wasn't meant to go after their kids lol The idea popped up right when I was getting to the ending of that chapter, which is why this whole thing rolled into its own story 😂

So now, I get the chance to explore a lot of different scenarios that people might have been excited to see. There are so many fun moments like Linzin kids roasting canon Tenzin on his age or Bumi getting to know his nieces and nephews in another world. We also get to see Linzin being sorta flirty and open about it, which is something they normally wouldn't do. But bc they're pissed at their kids and don't like canon, they're doing what they want 😆 Tbh, writing AU Linzin and their family is the fun part of this new storyline bc the canon characters get to see how balanced the family/Linzin is. This also just breaks down Pema's argument that Lin was the "wrong woman" in canon.

Just as there are so many fun moments, we have a lot of dramatic moments. Areum vs. Jinora is something I brainstormed before with Peach, and got excited to incorporate when I saw the opportunity. With Areum, she's a sweetheart, but her anger at how canon unfolded for her mother is only amplified when she sees Pema. Add on Jinora defending Pema, but not having the whole truth, and Areum is ready to unleash a hurricane on the island. Areum knows that she's much stronger as an airbender in power and spiritual sense compared to Jinora, and it's very easy to attack her on that front. There's a line where Jinora says, “I can see why you haven’t gotten your tattoos yet" and I know that it looks like it's a sensitive subject for Areum. Yes and no. Areum didn't want her tattoos because she understood the responsibility and weight that came with having them, and she wanted to learn more about who she is rather than make her entire personality = tattoos. It just happens to be the straw that almost broke the camel's back.

Now a detail I have left out in that moment is why Areum's siblings were nervous when that moment happened. All of Linzin's kids have taken a life to protect themselves or each other, not out of want. I decided to leave it out of the story bc it didn't really help flow in that chapter. Areum's fury is silent and her sibs know the kind of power she has and that it's unpredictable, so they didn't want to take any chances.

Then there's the whole Pema drama lol As if stealing Tenzin isn't enough, she also snatched Lin's pin, huh? This entire scenario has to be the most difficult for me to write because I already don't like Pema, with that, it makes it harder for me to connect with the character as a writer. Despite my hate (yes, you read that right) for Pema, I TRY to write her in a way that makes sense. Tenzin's anger at her is another difficult part to write bc he's the type where he worried about the perceptions of others. But that eventually gets thrown out the window. Pema was originally gonna be like "i'll apologize" and then my mind said, "What if she didn't want to?" and I went with it (though it is harder to write but more fun). In this whole switched scenario, I would imagine that Pema is prob still in love with Tenzin bc she always saw him as her soulmate and lasting forever. Now that it's completely broken down AND Linzin's family is there to cause trouble too, Pema is going through it.

With the new chapter, her punishment as her family kinda turning on her is the one that I felt satisfied with. That's what she promised Tenzin, isn't it? She would be the "right" woman for him and give him airbenders. In her mind, it's a family; but for Tenzin, arguably, it was about airbenders. But following Pema's idea that she has a family with Tenzin, seeing her own children realizing that she's done really hurtful things to their Aunt Lin has a lot of potential in itself.

We have a sprinkle sprinkle of emotional moments such as both Lins having a convo together. I don't know how far this storyline will go, but I can definitely see another emotional moment or two happening as well. AU Lin giving Lin her love and comfort was something important and special. Lin is generally a person who is extremely hard on herself, so AU Lin not adding to that pressure and instead embracing and loving her canon version was meant to show them both how important it is to show themselves love.

Because I don't know how long this storyline will go, I also would be super open to writing out Katara, Kya, and Toph meeting the Linzin family too! If it doesn't work out in this storyline, I could just write it separately, but we'll see :)

I guess that's all for now. But if there are any moments that people want to see (e.g. a Linzin kid hitting Pema idk), feel free to request! Sometimes I feel the chapters are too short and these new ideas might even open up more doors hehe

Thank you for the ask! ���

[spnshortcake]

(Go check out the other part before reading this, also how in the heck do you add links without all that 😂 I’m an old ass and technology isn’t my strongest someone please help for the love of goodness)

“Here ya go sweets” Jake says as he hands me my beer he bought me. This Jake is different. He seems less arrogant and more genuine. I guess it’s just cause the rest of the team isn’t here. I take a swig of my beer smiling at him.

“Thanks bagman”

The rest of the night the team never showed up which was very odd cause we are always here on a Friday night. Jake and I just played few rounds of pool and darts. Me winning at all them. This was actually nice for once not having Jake push my buttons. Why couldn’t Jake be like this more often. I go to the restroom and as I’m opening the door penny is standing in the door way. Smirking at me.

“So on a date with Jake” she smiles.

“N-no no way penny. He just owed me a beer cause he finally listened to me at training this morning.”

“Girl from the bar definitely a date.” I blush looking down at my feet.

“Well he just sees me as a teammate nothing else. So it’s just a friendly beer penny.” She smirks at me. Clearly knowing something I don’t.

I roll my eyes at her and walk back to Jake while he is racking the balls.

“I thought you might’ve ran out the restroom window Sting” he chuckled.

“No penny was just talking to me.” He looked behind me then back to me. He runs his hand at the back of his neck. Nervous? Hangman? No way. I take another swig of my beer.

“Want another one I can buy this one.” I lift my empty beer bottle up at him.

“Sure. Thanks sweets.”

“Girl he can’t stop looking at you. Just go for it.”

“Penny stop he doesn’t think of me like that it’s just a friendly beer nothing else.”

“Well usually the rest of the squad would be here if it was just a friendly beer Y/N” she says as she hands me both my beers. I turn to walk back to Jake when I see Phoenix and Rooster outside the window doing kissy faces and then they run off when they notice me.

“What the heck was those to doing?” Handing Jake his beer and he just is clammy. I put my hand on my hip.

“Okay bagman what the hell is wrong with you. Why are you so nervous? I haven’t even gotten one smart mouth comment since we been here.” I asked he just looked shocked.

“I I I”

“Spit it out hangman. Lord your never this bad did something happen after training?”

“Stinger , I have a confession.” Jake takes a long swig of his beer.”

“What the hell is it?”

“No one has ever made me feel like this and I heard what you was telling penny sorry for ease dropping but I needed to know if you was ditching me or what. But I never have only just seen you as a teammate. I pick on you cause it’s fun. I love getting you all roused up.”

“Wait so all this was actually a date?” I said now me being the one shocked. He moves closer towards me while my butt is pushed up against the pool table. Why am I so nervous. My heart is gonna pop right out of my chest. He smells so good the mixture of his cologne and jet fuel was so intoxicating.

“Well sweetheart if you want it to be a date I wouldn’t have taken you just to the hard deck.” He smirks leaning in closer to my ear and he whispers sending me over the edge.

“I would’ve taken you to my house and cooked you a nice meal.” He takes his beer up to his lips and watching me as he sips his beer. He neck muscles are flexing and moving while he swallows he chuckles making me look at him.

“If you take a picture it would last longer.” He smirks

“Maybe I will.” I smirk getting my phone out my pocket and I see a text from Phoenix

Phoenix: from here looks like y’all better get to his house no one wants to see y’all fuck each other on the pool table. Deets tomorrow.

I look up and around to see the rest of the squad at a near by table and they all lift there beers up. I roll my eyes. Was this just a plan to get us to finally talk.

“Well wanna get out of here?” Jake says looking down at me.

“Thought you never would’ve asked. Let’s go.”

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Well this is part two!! Does this deserve a part three? Maybe even a little smut?? Who doesn’t love a good fluffy story with hangman! I hope everyone likes this.

[voidendron]

ok because I'm gonna run out of tag space trying to do it there, I'll put it below the read more! >:D

ok so first of all, it's not uncommon for me to use either SWTOR's or the Star Wars Fantasy Name Generator thingy to get some ideas. once I see some I like, I'll then proceed to dissect the name, piece it together with other sounds/spellings, until I get something I finally like (yes I've taken anywhere from like five minutes to over an hour to figure out a name before)

so!

I also Really like using "V" in names, which might be obvious oops

Varrich Tophrik : I knew I wanted his first and last name to have a similar sound. I also knew I wanted his last name to sound like something that could have been a working class name - so I eventually ended up settling on "phrik" since it's a type of metal in Star Wars. I was kinda like "okay, he's got ancestors who were metalworkers," and the "to" was added over time, partially because just Phrik sounded odd, partially because I wanted it to look like a more believable name to have changed over time. the pronunciation adjusted over time, from "too" to more like... uh, like Toph's name in Avatar, idk how I'd write the pronunciation out. and from there, I played with what letters I could put in front of '-rik' to make a first name, adjusted it to '-rich' but still pronounced with a K, and eventually came up with Varrich

Synnda V'ehsz : I wanted a gentle giant of a Jedi with a name that could be kinda scary to juxtapose his nature, so I used SWTOR's randomizer for a while until something with "sin" in it popped up. then I started playing with the spelling and changing bits. hence Synnda and his boyfriends both usually call him Syn. his last name didn't come until Much later (OG Synnda file only had the first name), when I was trying to figure out what to make my Legacy Name. idk where V'ehsz came from, but as soon as I thought of it I Loved it and it didn't take long to Also make it Synnda's last name

Cathar in general : so, I've done A Lot of worldbuilding on the Cathar ok so like. I started thinking "how would their naming conventions work hmmm" while kinda throwing canon out the window I think. anyway, I liked the idea that their first names tend to be longer, 2+ syllables, and might be a bit tricky to pronounce, with some being almost impossible to pronounce right by species that don't growl as a part of their language. whereas their last names are almost always really short and easy to pronounce, often just 1 syllable - though 2 isn't unheard of, just uncommon. so my Cathar have names like:

-Liolana Vetiko - unusual surname, it's longer than most. but it's easier and faster to pronounce than her first name still -Jendrush Sept -Ve'ren Alvihr - another 2-syl last name, but again it's easy to pronounce. her first name is really hard to pronounce right as it requires a growl where the apostrophe/R is, so she actually goes by her last name instead -Kidak Hess - kEEdahk, with the EE being very quiet growl-y sound -Xandosc Tsill -Lucella Sept -Tetriza Sept

Rediaex'aere'zortiea : so for Chiss in general, I come up with the core name first, then build the rest of the name around it. his name so far holds the record for longest to come up with (ironic, considering it's also longest name I have so far). after playing with letters and spellings for a while, I really liked Xaerez as a core name. then I slowly built the first part of their name, then the last part, kept adjusting letters and sounds, and I knew I wanted a silent letter in there (idk why, I just did). so "zortiea" is actually pronounced "zotay-ah" because I decided on a silent R. ...and then I realized that the name I came up with was too long for the character creator 😂 so I spent another ten minutes or so trimming it down to get what it is now- the name limit was fairly recently expanded by a few spaces, but even with that I would have trimmed my original plan down. I think it was something along the lines of Redaienax'aere'zortenale??? it was something like that I didn't save it anywhere, but I do like the final version better

I'll stop there jakl;sjalkd

why'd you choose your oc's name?

[readerxlovestay]

Can I request something for gavriel being protective of his mate? Like he wouldn’t let her do anything and he dotes on her always

She’s fae and NOT PREGNANT! 😭😂

Gavriel x Fe!Reader

Summary: You and Gavriel move in together and when he doesn't allow you to do the chores yourself, you just rant and tease him but he just melts your heart with his precious words🥺

Genre: Fluffy/Angsty at the end

Tw: Over-protectiveness

Author's note: Hi Anon! I'm sorry if it's short and specific, I wasn't feeling too well today. I tried my best. Hope you like it! Take care❤️❤️ (they're definitely not pregnant;))

You open your bleary eyes to the bright sunlight pouring in from the windows. You feel Gavriel still sleeping peacefully behind you. Flipping over to the other side as not to wake him, you scoot closer into his warm chest. His arms automatically tighten around your waist and you smile. He was never a Fae to sleep in, and if he did, then it only meant that he was happy and content. You tilt your head up to press a soft kiss to his jaw. Mate. You silently sigh with happiness. It was almost a month after the mating bond fell in place and you had finally decided to move in together. Today you set all the furniture and decorations in your new home and you couldn't wait to make it all cozy and lovely. Having excited yourself, you just could not stay in bed anymore. Placing another kiss to Gavriel's neck you gently wiggle out of his grasp and lay a pillow between him arms. There. He wouldn't wake up now. You grab some clothes way out, since your old ones were all torn up and scattered around the room by your mate when both of you made love last night. You grin at the memory, putting up your hair with a spare clutch.

Now time to get to work.

-time skip-

You had moved two sofas and most of the furnishings out of the way, when Gavriel comes out of your bedroom, heading straight for you. He pulls you in by the waist, catching your lips softly by his own. "Good morning love", he murmurs. You smile into his lips, linking your hands behind his head. "Morning to you too" He pulls back taking in the conditions of the house and looks at you. "That's enough work done for today, now go rest" You chuckle. "Hey I was just getting started! Don't tease me so" He tilts his head. "I wasn't joking love" Shaking your head, you move away from him to push a table to its rightful place. "What are you doing?" He tugs you back towards a chair and starts to pick up a bunch of things from the moving box.

"I can do it"

You shake your head at him. "Well so can I"

He looks at you from where he was stacking up the cupboards. "You can, but I'm not going to let you" Your mouth pops open in surprise. "Wha- Gavriel why?!" He walks over to where you were forced to sit, and pecks you on the head. "Because my beautiful mate deserves to be spoiled" You pout and say"But I wanted to do this with you" He ruffles your hair. "You already did so much of work yesterday when the things had to be moved, so today you get to rest"

You glare at him. "I'm gonna let you know that, I'm also a Fae and right now you are acting like I'm the most fragile human in the world" He simply smiles at your outburst. "You will always be my fragile human even if you are the most powerful Fae on Earth" Even though you were amused at his, you weren't exactly thrilled that he didn't let you do any work.

You tried to stand from the chair and he shot you a look that promised many things, if you disobeyed him. Smirking, you sat back down. You wouldn't mind getting him angry actually. As if hearing your thoughts, he gave you that sensual look again, making it very hard to stay still. You groaned. "Goddamnit Gavriel!"

-time skip-

After an hour, the whole process was complete under your supervision and instructions. You had obviously annoyed him by constantly asking if you could help, which had went to a point where he'd conducted a small make out session to shut you up. Only when he had moved the last of the things away, he'd let you have your way and make a fuss at how he was over protective over you

-Gavriel I have no idea why you are being too weird. I mean you almost always annoyingly protective over me but why this totally unwarranted, vexing sweet attention on me today?

-You know I love you

-Oh yes, let me see, love...where is that recorded in the book of Alpha Male 101?

-Y/n please

-Ohh it's right here - under How to be aggravatingly Over protective: Treating your mate as a delicate human will be so cute and nice until they begrudgingly accept it as love!

He snickers at your predicament and draws you against his warm, sculpted body. "I'll tell you where the love comes in" You quirk an eyebrow, signalling him to go on. "Today I realised that I love you more every passing day and working and doing things for you just reminds that I'm in love and being loved" You look at him with longing eyes "So when you scold me about the way I'm protective over you, it's not because I don't consider you strong, it's because I love being there for you and I don't..." His voice fades and he touches his forehead to yours.

You know exactly what would come next. I don't want anyone to feel what I've felt before.

You sigh. "I always love you Gav and I don't really mind that you're protective over me. I know that this is your way of showing affection and I appreciate it. But I would also like to participate in the things that would make both of us happy"

He smiles softly. "I know, I just wanted to let you know that I loved you". You chuckle and ask "Even though reminding me that every five minutes in a day is the norm around here?" He laughs. "Yes"

You smirk. "Okay. The favour will be returned" He just says "Gladly accepted", before meeting your lips with his own.

If you have reached up to this part, can you please comment or submit an ask if I should do more long/short/medium fanfics? Doesn't matter if you're my follower or not, most of my imagines are long but I would like to know people's opinion on this. Thanks!

[7-wonders]

Hey! Can I request “get in loser, we’re going to spirit halloween” from list 1 with Michael from the mad love universe? Also I’m sending in two other requests for that version of Michael lol, just a heads up 😂

This was so fun to write.

Prompt: "Get in loser, we're going to Spirit Halloween."

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When you had told Michael to not make any plans for the afternoon because you had a surprise planned for him, he really didn’t know what to expect. It could be a good surprise, such as you just wanting to spend time with him by planning a date. However, knowing you, it’s probably more along the lines of a surprise that’s going to make him wonder why you do the things you do.

He’s specifically worried that you’ll try to bring a new pet home, considering that for the last two weeks you’ve been making the argument of adopting a dog or another cat because “the cat gets lonely when we’re not at home, Michael! She needs a buddy!” Michael had already told you no, at least for the moment. You, however, are not one to care much about Michael’s opinion. Hence Michael feeling the need to brace himself for telling you to take back whatever furry creature you arrive home with.

So, when Michael hears you repeatedly honking the horn of your car a little after 3, he’s not sure what he should be expecting. What is it that you always say? Prepare for the worst, and hope for the best. With that in mind, Michael transmutes outside.

You wave when you see Michael, your window already rolled down to greet him. “Get in loser, we’re going to Spirit Halloween!”

Michael looks at you in confusion, but chooses to comply regardless. “I have a number of questions.”

“Put your seatbelt on first.” You’re proud of the growth that Michael’s gone through, considering that only a few months ago he would have tried to explain to you why the Antichrist doesn’t really require a seatbelt. Now, he doesn’t even bother with the semantics of it all and does as you’ve asked. “Okay, you have questions?”

“Why did you not just call me to tell me you were outside?”

“Because of the dramatics, Michael! I had the chance to live out my Mean Girls dream and I took it.” You can see what he’s going to ask next. “Mean Girls is on my list of pop culture references to get you caught up on, don’t worry.”

“And Spirit Halloween is…?”

“The literal spirit of Halloween.” Michael gives a bemused laugh, and you smirk. “Not exactly. It is, however, a really great Halloween store. If there’s an empty storefront in a town, Spirit Halloween is almost guaranteed to pop up during September. You have to go at least once while they’re open.”

“I don’t understand why this is so exciting.”

“I thought you would be thrilled that people love Halloween so much. Isn’t there, like, a connection to your dad?”

Satan’s still a topic neither of you are too fond of discussing, and you look at Michael to make sure it’s okay that you asked that. “No, that’s merely something humans thought up to try and get people to stop celebrating the Paganistic traditions of Samhain. But if people are going to associate him with a holiday, I suppose he would be pretty thrilled.”

You pull into the parking lot of what was once a hardware store, but what’s now decorated with orange banners advertising different costumes. There’s a decent number of cars, which you had expected since Halloween’s so close.

“So,” Michael asks after you both get out of the car, “why are we here?”

“Well, in addition to showing you the wonders of celebrating holidays like a normal person, I need a couple of costumes for parties and events. Figured I would check here and take you along with me. Two birds, one stone, y’know?”

He doesn’t know, but nods since he knows he doesn’t really have a choice. When you enter the store, though, he outwardly groans. “Oh, this is ridiculous.”

“No it’s not, it’s fun!”

“I think I’m going to wait in the car.” Michael tries to grab the keys out of your hand, but you hold onto his arm instead.

“Michael,” you whine, “please just come with me? I really want to do fun Halloween stuff with you. We hardly ever get a chance to be a normal couple, y’know?”

He wants to say no, finding the commercialism of this season overwhelming, gaudy, and childish. But when he looks at your pleading face, he knows he’s a goner. When he sighs, you smile, and that almost makes putting up with what is sure to be a painful 20 minutes worth it.

Almost.

You drag him over to the accessories, planning on using clothes from your closet for the main part of the costumes and using the accessories to top it off. Michael’s eyes are wide when he looks at the displays of the ghouls that jump out at kids as they step on a pressure plate, and you grin at his childlike wonder. One of the headbands on the wall catches your eye, and you put it on while Michael’s still taking in the sights of the store.

“What about this for a costume?” you ask, making Michael look at you. He rolls his eyes with a scoff, tongue running along the outside of his teeth.

“Really?”

“What? I think it would be cute!” The little red horns that sit on top of the headband would make a good costume, especially paired with a red leather skirt.

“Y/N, you seriously can’t be thinking of dressing up as the Devil for Halloween.”

“You have to admit that it would be kind of funny, though.”

Michael’s unimpressed look says otherwise, and he takes the headband off of your head before placing it back on the rack. “No.”

“It could make a good couples costume, though, if you want to come to a party with me! I dress up as a devil, you dress up as an angel?”

“No.”

“You’re no fun,” you mumble, going back to looking at the costumes now that Michael’s ruined your dreams.

You end up buying a witch’s hat and a pair of vampire fang veneers, giving you multiple options in addition to what you can dress up as using your normal wardrobe. Michael is extremely eager to leave now that you’ve thoroughly flustered him, but you do end up going back later and buying the devil horn headband. After all, maybe he’ll change his mind…or maybe you’ll use it to get back at him one of these days. It remains to be seen which one comes first.

[vodkacheesefries]

My dear friend @schitzophrenicrainbows asked for a tattoo tour so if you're interested I've got pics of all my tattoos under the cut!

CW for mention of hidden camera bullshit in my third tattoo. I don't go into detail, but it's the reason I got one of my tats so I wanted to warn anyone who might be upset by reading about it.

I might as well do it in order, so starting with my first one, located on my right wrist.

I know it's controversial to do this, but I wanted it to face me for a couple reasons. One, it's a Hamlet reference. Hamlet is my favorite Shakespearean play, so when I see a skull, I grab it and immediately start quoting the graveyard scene (I am delightful at parties).

Two, it's a reminder for me. I have trouble being spontaneous sometimes so I wanted a little reminder that "death comes for us all, so live a little" that I could look down and see whenever I need the push to do something spontaneous. My artist really liked the little doodle I did when describing the idea to her so she used my handwriting for the words. Which is why they look bad. But I think there's something poetic about the reminder being written in my hand.

Tat-two (heh) was a cute little flash piece by the same artist, this time on the outside of my left wrist. It's a real hit with whoever is working window at almost every coffee shop drive thru I go through lol

Tattoo 3 was done by a close friend I met in college. I got it on my right thigh.

I had found out the summer before that someone who was a "friend" had hidden cameras in his bathroom and had photos/videos of everyone who ever used it, including myself. I legitimately hated him the entire time I knew him, but he thought I was joking when I told him. He was married to a former friend (imo she was complicit in what happened so we don't talk anymore. It's a complicated story for another time.) so I had to put up with him for way longer than I ever would have if we'd ever just met in passing.

Medusa is often a tattoo people who have experienced sexual violence get. It still feels weird to me to consider that situation as violence, since nothing physically bad ever happened to me, but as two years of therapy have taught me, it was, and it's okay to feel hurt and violated even though nothing physically ever happened to me.

I decided I wanted a spin on the traditional Medusa tat, though. What if she had won her battle with Perseus and was holding it up to the world as a symbol of "this is what happens when you fuck with me?" I used it as a reminder of strength through the lengthy legal process. Almost two years later to the day (this year) it finally ended. He's in jail, currently, and has a lengthy and strict probation sentence to follow, as well as being on the sex offender registry for a looooooong time. And honestly, I hope he's miserable and never feels happiness or joy ever again in his life.

It's not technically done, we want to add highlights and some darker lines around her figure so she pops a bit more, but the friend who did it lives a couple hours away so it's a bit of an all day trek to get up there and I just haven't had time.

Tattoo 4 was also a flash, also by the same artist who did my first two and also the unofficial start of a theme for my right arm. Skulls/skeletons. Turns out I really love 'em. This one sits above my Hamlet tattoo.

Tattoos 5, 6, 7, and 8 are dancing skeletons on my right bicep. Done by a friend I met through my old job! Pics are a little blurry, they don't do them justice. But I can only twist my arm around so far so 😂

I don't consider these ones done either. I want to add some black work cemetery type visuals in the background and a moon or something, but since I've just quit my job and I'm doing this entrepreneur thing I gotta make money before I finish it lol at this point I have started referring to my right arm as "The Skull Arm."

Tattoo 9 was another flash from the artist who did tattoos 1, 2, and 4. More skulls! Just below my right elbow. Also a little blurry. Turns out licking your elbow is as impossible as getting an unblurry photo of it.

Tattoo 10 (also by the same artist as 1, 2, 4, and 9) is on my left ankle just above my roller derby surgery scar!

It's an illustration from one of the Ramona Quimby books. There's been many versions through the years with different illustrations, but the versions I read as a kid were the ones that had the illustrations by Louis Darling. The tricycle is blue because there was a blue trike at the preschool I went to that if I had to, I would punch a bitch out for at recess. It was MINE dammit lol

I always really related to Ramona because she had a perfect older sister everyone loved and adored, and I had 3. I never felt pretty, or smart, or cool, or talented the way I thought everyone said my sisters were, so I leaned into my weirdness like Ramona. She was loud, messy, clumsy, and so was I. Looking back on it I wish I could give baby me a hug and tell me I was being silly. I am just as good as my sisters are, we're just different. And even though we wouldn't figure out why or how we were different till our early 20s, it all worked out okay and we have a wonderful relationship with all of our older sisters.

Tattoo 11, done by the previous artist as well, is the most recent on the upper part of my forearm on the Skull Arm. (Never let it be said I don't follow a theme.) I always intended my right arm to be a sticker sleeve, but now it's a skeleton-y sticker sleeve. I can't wait to get to the point where we can add fun little fillers.

I've wanted a My Chemical Romance tattoo for FOREVERRRRR and I finally did it. I used my bonus money I got from my job before I quit lmao

I have more My Chem tattoos planned (I want to get a chest piece using some "Mama" lyrics after I eventually get top surgery) but since Black Parade was my gateway drug I figured getting a Black Parade one first was fitting. It's also cool having one of my own drawings on me. I originally wasn't intending to get the actual drawing I'd done, but she liked it so much she asked me if we should leave it mostly alone. We just changed the skull to match the album better, changed the lyric to "the world will never take my heart" and then she used her preferred method of shading to finish it up. I told her I consider it a collab between us now but she insists it was still all me, she just put it on my skin lol

I'll get a better photo when the saniderm is off but I finally got a my chem tattoo 😭 my artist based it off a drawing I did a few years ago. I can't stop staring at it lol