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whatislovevavy · 25 days ago

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Oh, What Bliss

Jake and Caledonia go as Morticia and Gomez for their first Halloween living together.

AN: lol this two days after Halloween but it's been on my mind for a long time, and it's better late than never :)

WC: 2.3 k

Warnings: Fluff, smut (18+), unprotected sex, oral male receiving, Jake has a breeding kink

You puckered your lips, capping the tube of onyx lip stick in your hands, admiring the raven hue painting the plush flesh. Turning in the mirror, you watched the velvet material of your form fitting gown cling to you. You smirked, proud of the investment, running your freshly manicured inky black nails through your now midnight colored wavy hair.

The soft trills from Chanel on your shared bed made your smile reach your eyes. She looked absolutely adorable in her Wednesday costume. Frankly, you were surprised that she seemed to enjoy being in it.

“Come on down, Cal, trick or treaters will be here any second.”

You yelled down to Jake that you would be down in a minute before slipping your heels on, and scooping up Chanel in your arms, meows morphing into purrs as you gently stroked under her chin.

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Jake ran his dexterous fingers through his hair, making sure the gel held. His forefingers smoothing over the hairs of his grown-in pencil mustache. He didn’t think there would be a day where he would willingly grow out a mustache, but here he was. Your excitement for halloween and your shared couples costume made the harassment he got from Phoenix and Rooster over his facial hair worth it. Especially during its early growing-in phase.

He adjusted his suit in the mirror you had picked out. Jake still hadn’t seen you in your costume yet, and he was eager to see how you would do the character of Morticia Addams justice.

The creaks of the stairs under your weight, brought his attention to you.

His mouth dried up at the sight of you. His heart skipping a beat as his eyes met the soft fabric that clung to your curves and exposed an appreciative amount of cleavage. His cock stirred in his slacks at the sight of your sinfully painted lips and lush, sable hair that you’d straightened a bit. Your dark lashes brought out your eyes. And the talons you sported made his stomach giddy with excitement. He couldn’t wait till he could feel them dig into his shoulders as he made you into a whimpering, moaning mess. Or to see a ring of black around his cock. He almost didn’t register Chanel in your arms. Your wide grin and bright eyes made him smile.

“Do you like it?”

He nodded, striding towards you, snaking a hand around your waist and pulling you closer to him with a small gasp. Your lips parted as he brought the back of your hand to his lips with mirthful evergreen eyes. “Morticia, you’ve never looked more ravenous.” You giggled at his drawl ridden impression of Gomez. Chanel purred and trilled in your arms, nestled against your and Jake’s chest.

“Chanel, you make the perfect Wednesday.” he cooed, bringing a hand up to stroke at her chin and behind her ears. She closed her eyes, purrs vibrating from her soft throat.

You couldn’t help but admire his slicked back dirty blonde hair, cute mustache that worked well on him, and form fitting suit that hugged his broad shoulders dangerously.

The ring of the doorbell, broke you both from your shared moment. Jake quickly grabbed the candy bowl and strided to the door. You followed closely behind with Chanel in your arms.

The choruses of “trick or treat” were cut off by gasps of excitement at the sight of Chanel in your arms. The three disney princesses at your doorstep asking to pet her, and complementing both yours and Chanel’s costume. The little girls giggled as Jake snuck them each a second piece of candy, winking at them before closing the door as they ran to the next house.

The next few hours were filled with answering the door for basketball players, power rangers, princesses, and superheroes. Young kids and parents alike complimented your decorated yard, and you and Jake’s costumes.

Halloween had always made you happy, and the sight of the little kids and parents trailing behind excited little ones made you yearn for something more in the future with Jake.

Perhaps next year you’d have something else to dress up for Halloween besides Chanel, who showed no sign of exasperation with the attention she’d been receiving.

You stirred the candy bowl in your hand. Almost empty, you thought. Being careful to avoid Chanel playing with her catnip pumpkin on the carpet, you strided towards the kitchen for the extra bag of Halloween candy.

Jake had been resting on the couch, taking turns getting up to answer the door while you snuggled in watching reruns of classic horror movies on the TV.

His eyes followed that sinful, curve fitting dress till it disappeared behind the doorway to the kitchen. He checked the time, it’d been a few hours since starting and the trick or treaters were starting to thin out. He got up from the couch, giving Chanel a quick scratch behind her ears as he snuck towards the door to turn off the porch light.

I’m sure there were times Morticia and Gomez turned off the front porch light prematurely for some time in the sack, he thought. You’d both done your Halloween civic duty, and Jake needed some time with his sweet Lass.

You poured the rest of the candy into the bowl, a gasp leaving your lips as a pair of hands settled at and caressed your waist. A gentle smirk tugging at your lips, turning your head to meet his almost electric green ones. His lips centimeters from yours.

You hummed, eyes tracing from his lips to his eyes. “I refilled the candy bowl.”

“I can see that,” he purred, bringing his lips to your neck.

Your giggles and clutching at his hands made him chuckle. His open mouthed kisses making you mewl.

“Baby, there's still more trick or treaters,” he smiled as you jutted out your lower lip slightly into a pout. He brought his lips to yours.

“Sweets, the couch is calling our name, and there's other houses on our street they can get to.” He purred against your lips, hands guiding your thick hips out of the kitchen and into the living room, ensuring you didn't trip over your heels on the way.

Chanel was nowhere to be found. She often took her toys underneath you and Jake's bed when she was getting sleepy.

Jake quickly went up the stairs to close your bedroom door before rushing back down to your embrace and soft lips, much to the giggles that died on your lips and his met yours.

You moaned as he nipped and sucked at your throat. He hands clutching at your waist and squeezing your breasts that spilled out of your dress and into his awaiting hands and lips.

You ran your fingers through his hair, simpering at the texture of his mustache on your soft breasts. His hands sneaked behind you to undo the zipper of your dress, the realization hitting him that you didn't bother to wear a bra with this gorgeous number.

Your thighs twitched against his hips, your need coming to a boil like a witches brew. You could feel how much he needed you, you gently caressed and scratched at his thick cock bulging in his dress pants. He always loved the look in your eyes when you touched him. Like he was entirely yours.

“God, I want to suck you off so fucking bad. Look so handsome in your suit and your hair slicked back and your mustache I wanna feel on my pussy.” You purred in a tone that was sweeter and more sinful than a poisoned candy apple, and had his bulge pulsing against your hand with a groan.

You came to your knees in front of him, gently pushing him down to sit on the couch. You quickly unbuckled his pants, bringing the fly down to pull out his thick, throbbing cock with your silken grasp. His deep grunts and dilated eyes spurred you on as you pumped him, bringing your lips to his leaking, angry red tip. His head tipped back, fingers weaving tightly into your soft, onyx locks.

He choked on his breath as your raven colored lips encased his length, leaving a trail of midnight sky along his saliva soaked dick.

“Fuck, baby, look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He grunted with that graveled tone that made your knees weak and core clench.

You took as much of him as you could fit, bringing your hand up to stroke and squeeze at his balls. He looked too good like this. You kept your mouth on his cock as you gently undid the buttons to his jacket and shirt, scratching your nails against his abs and Adonis belt.

At a particularly harsh suck, he whimpered under you.

“Fuck, Cali, I'm gonna cum.” His strained voice made your eyes flutter shut, your mouth coming off his dick with a lustful pop.

You rose up much to his lust-ridden confusion and disappointment. “Sweetheart,” he groaned out. You leaned down and whispered in his ear,

“Shh, I want you to cum inside me.”

Those whispered words snapped him back into focus. His torso rising up, his broad hands digging into your hips. Giggles and moans flowing from your lips. He pinned you down on the couch, his hands reaching for the back zipper of your dress. His eyes meeting yours, asking in silent permission. You nodded. His hands brought the zipper down, his thick fingers helping to pull the fabric down your body. He let his eyes flutter shut, shaking his head with a chuckle. He couldn't believe this; you weren't wearing anything under that dress. Not even a pair of panties. And you were passing out candy looking like absolute sin and being the sweetest woman in the neighborhood, all without anything underneath.

You bit your lip, eyes playful as you were laid back against the couch.

“Jesus, Lass, I can't believe I was with you for hours and didn't know you weren't wearing anything underneath this.” He growled as he pulled the rest of your dress down and flung it towards the stairs.

He separated your thighs around his hips. He needed you too damn bad. Eating you out would have to wait. You definitely didn't need the preparation, you were completely soaked and he saw how flushed your pretty clit was.

He hitched the tip of his cock to your weeping entrance, gently pushing in with a hiss and broken moan.

He never got tired of your silken walls clutching his dick. Everytime felt like the first time.

His hips nestled against yours as he completely filled you, your back arching off the bed as his tip rubbed against that special spot that made your toes curl.

His pace picked up in tempo, the sound of skin slapping skin filled the lower floor of your home. Your broken moans and grasps spurred him on.

“God, Cali, want to cum inside you, want to fill you up so good, have you leaking me for fucking days.”

Your cunt clenched impossibly harder around his cock at his words making you squirm.

“Does that sound nice pretty girl? Shooting my load into your pretty pussy?” He smirked that lupine grin you loved as you nodded feverishly, eyes glassy.

“Fuck, Jake, yes! M’love it when you cum inside me.”

“Yeah? Want me to put a baby in you sweetheart? Want me to fuck you like this everyday till it takes?” He groaned out, unsure of where this was coming from. But he loved it. Loved you.

You feverishly nodded, eyes clenched shut as he pounded your throbbing pussy.

“Yes, Jake, yes! Fill me up!”

“God, Cali, want to fill you up and plug you up so it all stays right,” he placed his hand above your womb,” here.”

You felt your toes tingle in the familiar sensation of your impending orgasm. Your eyes clenching shut, mouth parting as your high overtook you like a bullet train. Your body wracked by tremors, body tethered to him by his throbbing dick still thrusting into you like a hot knife in butter.

You clutched at him as his release overtook him. His grunts and growls making you whimper as his release painted your walls.

His body stalled above yours, his chest coming to rest on yours. Your shared breaths ebbing and flowing together in the new found silence of your home.

You lifted your eyes to his still closed ones, sweat beaded at his forehead, breaths coming out in pants.

You gently scratched at the back of his head, bringing your lips up to his.

“Do you really want to have a baby with me?”

His head leaned up, bright, dilated eyes meeting yours. He nodded, “I don't know something about seeing you tonight with all of the kids…makes me want that with you.

Your cheeks blushed. You'd been together for what felt like forever. And you knew you wanted to be with him for as long as you could.

“I could go off my birth control, on one condition.” You bit into your lip.

“You put a ring on my finger.” You teased, but also trying to swallow any insecurities about bringing this up now.

His grin widened, “who says I haven't picked one out already?”

Your grin matched his, tears budding in your eyes as you brought his lips to yours, gently nibbling on his lip. Simpering at the ticklish feeling his hair above his lip brought you.

“Oh, what bliss to love a woman like you.” he said, pulling away from the kiss, completely out of breath, his smile reaching his eyes in that boyish grin you loved. His hand still on your tummy, thumb gently rubbing over the skin above your womb.

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mailb0xbunii · 1 year ago

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closeups and explanations of all the details in my big , big c!aimsey ; a semi-long post

i worked long and hard on this piece so reblogs are greatly appreciated ^_^ !!!

1. scrapbook formatting ; i've had this headcanon since the early days of c!aimsey that she keeps anything they can keep their hands on in a big , big journal/scrapbook . everything from flowers to drawings to daily journal entries . and this entire piece is just a mishmash of things they've collected over the years !

the spools of thread and pin cushion are a little callback to another hc i have that bloom taught their self to sew from a young age to repair damaged clothes :-)

2. c!guqqie's drawing ; this part is a little drawing i imagine cguq gave caims not too long after they met ! i tried my best to replicate guqqie's style while putting my own spin on it . the stickers were added by cguq , as shown by the Attempt at making them weathered .

3. photos and polaroids ; c!aimsey takes a lot of photos , much like cc!aimsey does ! so i made sure to include a handful

first off , past friends from the bearsmp : in order we have c!bear and c!bill on the top row with c!neptune and c!moonzy on the bottom . no other comments to add i just miss them :'-)

okay i realize now that this one doesn't make sense in the canon timeline , but i enjoy drawing c!ranboo much more than ghostboo so .....

and that's what i hc c!ran's handwriting looks like ! they used a glitter gel pen ^_^

and the c!guqqie polaroid is definitely one of my favorite parts of the entire piece . she just looks so happy here :'-))) . the butterfly is a small tortoiseshell butterfly , which are native to ireland . just for funsies bc cc!guqqie is irish lol

4. michael's drawing ; this one is another personal favorite ! i feel like i nailed the look of a child's drawing pretty well ^_^

this one is also up to interpretation . can michael see c!guqqie's ghost ? idk ! that's up to you ! (and those blurry dots are tear stains hehe)

5. c!aimsey playlist receipt ; this part was inspired by those spotify receipts . except i made this one by hand with a few songs from the official c!aimsey playlist made by aimsey themself . yeah it was pretty tedious but i'm proud of the outcome

6. extra bits ; stickers , stamps , and tickets to fill the empty spots ! adds to that scrapbook-y look too

7. c!aimsey info card ; no closeup for this one because i Did Not draw this part ! if i remember correctly , early bsmp members had a little passport-like infocard to go along with their addition to the server .

the original artist is FruitlegsWorks on twitter !

#buniiarts #buniidoodles #both art tags just bc lol #buniiwords #c!aimsey #hope for an endless sunset #(the rest of the tags are just for reach ngl)#c!guqqie #c!sunshipduo #c!ranboo #michael beloved #c!billzo #c!bear #c!neptune #c!moonzy #moonzycat #y'all i skipped class and doing my hw to sort out this post .......#my stomach hurts oops

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avatar-anna · 2 years ago

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young mom or professor !!

It was a busy afternoon at the Styles residence. Hair and makeup teams were running around, style teams were laying out last-minute options in case he or Y/n wished to change their outfit ideas for the night, and obviously, his most important team was hard at work to get him ready.

"Stay still, Daddy!" Collette, his second daughter said, looking up at him with a pout.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll try my best," Harry said, nodding for her to continue painting his nails. He peered down at her, eyeing the careful work she was doing. "You're quite good at this, you know."

Collette didn't look up from his hand, but Harry saw her smile, one that was nearly identical to her mother's if it wasn't for the dimples in her cheeks. "Thank you."

Before he could respond, Harry's chin was being tilted up by Simone. "This should make the bags under your eyes go away," she said, placing gel masks just under his eyes.

Harry tried not to frown at the implication that he had bags under his eyes to begin with. He never thought his daughters would be so brutally honest, but they never minced their words, especially when it came to his appearance.

So instead of opening that can of worms, he asked who was helping their mum get ready.

"The twins, but I think it's more pretend," Simone said, combing his eyebrows in place with a little brush.

"I see," he mumbled. "Well, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to help me look pretty."

In truth, Simone was so excited about Harry going to the Grammys, she wanted to be a part of it in some way, shape, or form. She wouldn't be able to go, as that would stir up a media frenzy. For the first time, though, Harry had considered risking it all just so he could have a Daddy-daughter date tonight. Ultimately, he decided that it was better to keep that secret a secret, though he did have to promise to get Olivia Rodrigo's autograph and bring it home by the end of the night to make up for Simone not going. How he was going to manage that, he had no idea.

Still, it was a big night, for many reasons. Not only was Harry nominated for some of the night's biggest awards, Y/n was also joining him, marking their first public appearance. Ever.

His wife had been nervous, and rightfully so, but Harry wanted her to be there, wanted to spend this night with the people he loved, and there was no one else he loved more than Y/n. Except for his children, obviously.

So Y/n was in a different room getting her hair and makeup done, preparing for a night no one would soon forget while Harry was letting his two oldest children pamper him before he had to get dressed.

"Do you know what your mum is wearing? She refuses to tell me," Harry said. Simone seemed to be done with his face for the time being and was helping Collette paint his nails.

"We're not going to tell you, either!" Collette said.

Harry frowned playfully. "And that is why Julian is my favorite. He would've told me."

The girls giggled before continuing on. When it came time for Harry to start getting dressed in his red carpet outfit—a fun jumpsuit that passed voting from all six of his children (mostly four because Geneva and Natalia couldn't talk yet, but they seemed as excited as they could be)—Simone and Collette watched with wide eyes. The hair and makeup teams, who were all under strict NDAs, were incredibly kind to Harry's daughters and even styled their hair and put a little blush and lip gloss on them. Harry could only be glad that they got to have a small part of this whole experience.

He was ready in no time, and suddenly it was time to go. Harry waited patiently and anxiously downstairs as the time to walk on the red carpet drew nearer. He was nervous about tonight for so many reasons, but all he could think about was what revealing such a well-kept secret would mean for his family.

Had they really thought this through? Did Y/n want to come tonight or was she humoring Harry? Would she be more comfortable watching from a dressing room? Or even here at home? What if something happened to GiGi or Natalia or Maeve—

"Harry?"

All his thoughts came to a halt as his wife appeared in front of him, brows furrowed with concern.

And as he blinked, taking her in for the first time since she disappeared to get ready, the only thought he was capable of thinking was he was pretty sure he'd just fallen in love all over again.

Y/n had secretly gone to a handful of events for years, they'd gone to dates at fancy restaurants, and had attended weddings that required dressing up. But all of those times Y/n had dressed to blend into the background so as not to raise suspicion. Tonight, however...

Tonight Y/n was meant to stand out, was meant to be noticed. She was in a dress of gauzy, white fabric that gathered in ruffles all the way down until the gown hit the floor. The fabric was light enough to see just a hint of skin, but not enough to reveal much, though Harry could identify every curve and dip her body made. She was ethereal, an angel in white, almost like—

"It almost looks like a wedding dress, huh?" Y/n mused, twisting so the gown swished back and forth on the floor. "Don't know if I would've worn this to our wedding, though."

Harry and Y/n never had a big white wedding. They'd snuck out to a courthouse one afternoon while One Direction was touring, with Niall and Louis as their witnesses while Liam distracted everyone at the hotel. It was small and rushed, and the judge definitely thought the couple was much too young to be getting married. They didn't even have rings, as a wedding band on Harry's finger would be completely unacceptable. But none of that mattered as they both recited the vows they prepared and sealed their union with a kiss.

Her jokes did the trick, and Harry's brain began functioning normally once more. He grinned and took her hand so she could spin and show him the whole thing. "The judge definitely would've raised his eyebrows."

Years went by and they never had a vow renewal. Since Harry had bought out his contract with One Direction's management, he'd wanted to have a proper wedding, but there was just never any time. And now that they were six kids in, free time was a pipe dream, though they were the kind of busy he would never be sorry for.

Tonight, though, in this dress, Y/n looked like she could walk down an aisle, and Harry was nearly tempted to run upstairs and grab the velvet box he'd had since he was seventeen years old.

"If you're not ready, I completely understand," he said.

"I'm nervous about tonight," Y/n admitted, and with one look at her face, Harry could see the anxiety written all over it.

They could keep the secret going, he could brave this night with Kid and Jeffrey and it would be great. He would miss Y/n and the rest of his family, but he would manage as he always did.

Y/n shook her head, and Harry's shoulders sagged just the tiniest bit with relief. "I want to be with you tonight. This is a big deal."

"It's nothing—"

"Don't do that," Y/n chided, holding Harry's face in her hands. "Don't minimize what a great achievement just being nominated is."

Y/n knew Harry like no one else. She knew he would try to downplay tonight if it made her worry about him less, but this was his big night. Win or lose, she was immensely proud of him, he had to know that.

"I'm coming, you just have to promise to hold my hand the entire night," she said.

Harry grinned. "What if I win and have to make a big speech?"

She wrapped her hands around his neck, her fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair. "Then and only then can you let go. Oh, and for your performance. But that's it."

"I think I can make that work."

Harry leaned in, his nose brushing against Y/n's teasingly until she pressed her lips against his. They were hardly brushing when the sound of footsteps hurtled down the stairs.

"Mommy! Simone says she gets to stay up all night to watch the show and I don't!"

"You're not old enough, Collette!"

"Neither are you!"

"Daddy, don't go," Julian cried, tugging on Harry's pant leg. He gave Y/n a look as they pulled apart to attend to their children. Sweeping Jules into his arms, he gave his only son a kiss on the cheek, which was already sticky with shed tears.

"Don't cry, Julian," he said softly, pushing the boy's thick hair from his face. "We won't be gone long. I promise."

Julian continued to cry, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Harry's neck, and Harry whispered softly into his ear until his son's little heart stopped beating so wildly in his chest. Jules hiccuped as Harry walked over to see that the argument between Maeve and Collette had been settled, and they were now admiring Y/n in her dress.

"I wish I could take you with me, Jules, but I don't think you'd like it very much," Harry said. He tried to set his son down, but his little legs clung to Harry's waist even tighter. "It'll be loud with lots of bright lights and not a chicken nugget in sight. I think it's best you stay home, don't you think?"

Julian nodded, but he was still clinging to Harry, who shot a look of desperation to his wife. Harry loved all of his children dearly, but they were on a tight schedule.

Y/n understood and took Julian into her arms, not at all worried about the couture dress she was wearing. She took him back upstairs where the babysitter was with Geneva and Natalia and Maeve. When she came back down a couple minutes later, Julian was gone.

"Poor thing tired himself out," she explained. Then, to her two oldest children, she said, "The second the last acceptance speech is done, up to bed. Understood?"

Simone and Collette nodded, then rushed forward to hug Y/n and Harry before ushering them out of the house, telling them to say hi to Auntie Lizzo.

As promised, Harry took Y/n's hand as they walked to the car that would take them to the theater that was hosting the Grammys. She looked at him appreciatively, resting her head on his shoulder as the car pulled away from their house.

"I'm proud of you," she said out of the blue. "If I don't get the chance to say it when you win, when you win," she repeated when Harry tried to object. "I just want you to know how proud I am of you, and not just as an artist, but as a dad and a husband too. You're one in a million, H, and I'm so happy I get to be a small part of that."

Harry was speechless. There was nothing to say that would express how much he appreciated Y/n, so he settled for a kiss. His hand was steady as he cradled the back of her head, his lips immediately finding the familiar place around her bottom lip. He suddenly wished Y/n's dress didn't have so much fabric so he could have better access to her, but he settled for trailing his hands up and down her arms and kissing all along her jaw and neck and chest until she eventually pulled him up again.

"This is one way to settle nerves," she joked, thumb grazing his jaw.

"Let me know if your nerves need any more settling throughout the night. We can sneak away during commercial breaks."

Y/n shook her head at the look Harry gave her, the same one that landed her pregnant six times. "I'll keep that in mind."

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Harry took a bow at the end of his performance, then straightened. His eyes trailed the room back to where his table was, finding Y/n's gaze instantly. Her hands were clasped together tightly, covering the bright smile on her face.

Looking at her, his heart settled. He'd gotten lost in the heat of the performance, but she always managed to bring him back down to earth.

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Before he could think about it, he pressed his fingers to his mouth, then gestured out, blowing a kiss to his wife. Not caring who was watching, Y/n reached up and grabbed the kiss out of the air and placed it on her chest, her eyes crinkling even further as she continued to smile from ear to ear.

"So, Harry, talk to us a little about how it feels to win Album of the Year."

Harry gave his answer, talking about how surprised he was to win and what it meant to him that his music meant so much to people. Y/n thought it was cute how he stumbled over his words, trying to piece together how he felt.

"And how do you plan to celebrate? Can we expect to see you at any after parties tonight?"

"Uh, no. It's back home to the little ones for me," he said, the answer rolling off his tongue before it was too late.

"Little ones?"

"My, um, my cats. I have a few cats that are practically my children. I'll be celebrating with them tonight."

"There's no way in hell anyone is gonna believe that," Y/n muttered to Jeff, who was holding his head in his hands, not unlike Harry had when he won earlier.

"Well, Harry, we wish you all the best!"

"Thank you, I appreciate that," he said before shuffling away from the press room.

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humanbug · 2 years ago

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Okay idea.Reader who is in a famous band and is kinda known as the womaniser or slut of the group talks about being a munch in an interview but then follows it up with how no guy or girl she’s ever been with has ate her out and then Ellie watching the interview and making it her mission to be the first.Your fics are always groundbreaking btw 😘

AHHGHDGFGT this literally is such a good idea WHAT!!! i HAD to make a lil mood board for it because it was such a creative idea like!! obv a mood board was needed. this was so much longer than intended but i just kept writing. enjoy!!!! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

| NSFW 18+ MDNI |

warning(s): SMUT, oral!reader receiving, mention of alcohol/drinking, mention of weed/smoking, these bitches gay

This is the kind of music I envisioned the band singing ♫꒰･◡･๑꒱ Left Hand Free by alt-J Don’t Hate Me by Lola Young Christmas Kids by Roar Night Shift by Lucy Dacus (Reader) Breezeblocks by alt-J Sex, Drugs, Etc. by Beach Weather All These Things That I’ve Done by The Killers

You would never get quite used to the brightness of a studio during an interview. There were an excessive amount of lights facing you guys and they all seemed to radiate heat. You could feel the sweat dripping down your back as you tried your best to focus on the questions being asked. You were being interviewed by some magazine and so far the questions were not revolutionary.

Your lead singer, Oliver, was currently answering a question about how your band came together. The answer is not anything crazy, you had all met in college and realized you all had a passion for music. And about two years later you had released two albums and were currently planning to go on tour. You glance down at your nails realizing you desperately needed to get them done, the gel polish chipping. Your head whips up at the interviewer saying your name.

“So we’ve heard that you have a bit of a reputation with your fans. Now I don’t know if you’re one to kiss and tell but we’ve gotta ask the question everybody’s been dying to know. Is it true you’ve…spent quality time with several of your fans?”, she asks with a knowing smile. Everyone in the band laughs at her question, all knowing the reputation that you had.

You laugh with an upside-down smile and shake your head at her bold question, “Well…quality time is sure one way to put it. I like to show my fans how much I appreciate their support! Sure, maybe there’s a specific way I show that appreciation, but I haven’t had any complaints yet!”

The interviewer chuckles at your sugar-coated response, “I see and your fans show their appreciation back?”. This interviewer is ballsy! Well…she asked! You might as well tell!

“This kind of appreciation is more of a…one-way street kind of thing.”, you laugh with a shy smile, “You know! They see our shows and buy our merch and I…deal with the bruises on my knees as a show of my appreciation!”. Fuck it! Ask a ballsy question, and get a ballsy answer!

Noah, your drummer, finds your response hysterical and throws his head back in laughter. The interviewer blushes and nods her head while laughing and says something along the lines of, “Well, I did ask!”, she moves on to her next question which is directed at Bea, who plays the keyboard. You daydream the rest of the interview, nodding every so often but you mostly let your mind wander.

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“God Ellie! Another?”

“What!? It’s been like…an hour since the last!”, she exclaims as she licks the thin paper and seals the joint.

Dina rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to the video she’s been watching. Ellie glances over and sees she’s watching some interview.

“Who’s that? They look edgy.”, she snorts a laugh, finding herself so funny.

“They’re the band I’ve only told you about hundreds of times. I’m seeing them in concert tonight. Which you would remember if you didn’t have stupid weed brain all the time!”, she rants with a pointed look at Ellie, who has a joint hanging from her lips.

Ellie rolls her eyes and leans over to watch the interview clip.

‘...and I…deal with the bruises on my knees…’

“Wait, rewind it. Who the fuck is that?” Ellie scoots closer, suddenly very interested in the interview.

Dina tells her your name and that you played the bass guitar and rewinds the video to the interviewer asking about how much you slept around and you basically admitting what a munch you were but Ellie found it very interesting how you had told her it was a ‘one-way street kind of thing’.

“Do you think they’re still tickets on sale for tonight?” Ellie mumbles casually, opening her phone and typing your band name into Google.

“Probably not for tonight but I bought two for me and Jesse but he had to do something for his mom last minute. So I have an extra! Why’re you suddenly interested anyway?”, she looks at Ellie with a skeptical look. Dina had been trying to get Ellie to listen to your music for months.

Ellie tries to play it cool, shrugging her shoulders and taking a pull from her joint, “I dunno, guess they just look cool.”

Dina hums and looks at Ellie with squinted eyes, not convinced, but shrugs her shoulders. Happy she doesn’t have to go to the concert alone.

–

Slipping your earpieces in you roll your neck and shake the anxiety out of your limbs. The sound of the crowd fills you with adrenaline and you peek out from the curtain. It was a sold-out show tonight, you guys were performing in your hometown and knew the crowd would have an amazing energy. Oliver being the lead singer was always the one to go on stage first, followed by Luna the backup singer, then Noah the drummer, then Bea who played the keyboard, and finally you who played the bass guitar and when needed acoustic guitar.

As you walked onto the stage you blew kisses toward the crowd as you approached your guitar. Oliver was riling them up and thanking everyone for coming tonight. You had a different kind of nervous energy buzzing through you tonight because you were debuting a new song tonight and you were the singer of it. You were also very excited because you and the band had planned to go to your favorite bar after the show.

The energy from the crowd was amazing and you got lost in your music. Your favorite feeling.

You hadn’t even realized that you had captured a certain someone's full attention as you danced and jumped around the stage, playing your guitar like it was your lifeline.

–

Ellie felt like an absolute loser waiting by the doors for your band to come out but kept telling herself she’s been standing here for twenty minutes because Dina wanted to say hi to you so bad. She and Dina had shoved their way to the front so they could see you as soon as you came out.

As the door opens Ellie is severely disappointed when it’s not you but the dorky-looking lead singer. The crowd seemed to be thrilled though. They had waited several more minutes when finally you walked out of the door, head thrown back in laughter as you and Luna joked around. The crowd had thinned out allowing Dina to approach you with her poster in hand.

You smiled brightly when she approached you, eyeing her up and down, maintaining eye contact as she spoke. She had gushed about how she had been a huge fan and this was her first time seeing you in concert. She was cute. Thick dark hair and stunning eyelashes. You kept smiling at her as you signed her poster.

“We’re going to the Tipsy Bison tonight. You should come with us.”, you told her, taking a step closer, and biting the inside of your cheek.

She turns around slightly and that’s when you notice her friend. Oh…fuck. You would have some sore ass knees tomorrow but these two were worth it.

“Els? You up for going to a bar?”, she asks in a hopeful tone. Please say yes, Els.

She catches your eye and you hold eye contact, giving her a flirty smile. You expect her to shy away from your confidence but she glances at you up and down, her eyes returning to yours causing you to falter slightly, eyes widening and heart racing. The fuck? You are so used to being the confident one. Oh, you have to get to know her.

“Yeah. I’m down.”, she glances at her friend, “You wanna ask Jesse if he wants to come?”Jesse? Who the fuck is Jesse? Was Jesse a fan too? Because Jesus the idea of these two was thrilling but a third person was making you nervous.

The girl turns back to you, “Oh my god he would love that. Jesse is my boyfriend and he’s a huge fan. He would die if he could meet you guys. Would it be totally weird if I invited him?”

Ohh okay. Alright, she has a boyfriend. Damn. Her green-eyed friend, however? Ah fuck it, the more the merrier.

“Not weird at all! We’re heading there in the next, like thirty minutes. I’ll see you both there.”, you smile, looking at the green-eyed girl with your best flirty eyes as you step back to regroup with the band.

–

You’ve never been a fan of getting drunk, always preferring smoking over drinking. That being said, you did love a good raspberry vodka and Sprite. You were sipping on one as you lean on the bar enjoying the ambiance of your favorite place. Noah sat on your right and was chatting up some girl and Bea was on your left venting to you about how annoying her girlfriend was sometimes. Luna and Oliver were probably hooking up in the bathroom, they think you have no clue but they are not subtle, at all.

A voice calling your name turns you around and you catch the girls from earlier along with a rather handsome man behind them, assuming this is Jesse. Damn.

“Hey! I’m so glad you guys could make it!”, you introduce Bea and Noah to them and realize you never caught their names, “I– oh my god I never asked for your names.”

Laughing it off, the girl you first talked to introduces herself as Dina and her green-eyed friend is Ellie. Cute. Dina and Bea start chatting, as do Noah and Jesse.

Leaning on the back of your chair you catch Ellie’s eye, the vodka soda giving you a warm confidence, “So what’d you think of the show?”

Ellie steps closer to you and stuffs her hands into her jean pockets, “It was great. I had never heard of you guys till today but you’re amazing.”, her eyes scan your face as she talks.

“Never? Ouch.”, you jokingly cringe and lean back.

Ellie’s eyes widen and her cheeks flush, “No I mean not– not never I just– Dina showed me some interview, and I–”, she rambles but you cut her off. She’s cute when she’s nervous.

“I’m joking! Calm down.”, you laugh and lean towards her again, “Which interview?”

Giving you a shy smile she rubs a hand along the back of her neck, “The one for Strings magazine? I think.”

“Oh god. That was an interesting one. I’ve never had an interviewer ask about my sex life before.”, you run a hand across your face as you chuckle.

She laughs at your cringing, “Yeah…can’t say I’d like to talk about my sex life on camera to a stranger. But I bet your answer will make her think twice before asking something like that again.”

“Yeah? You remember my answer?”, smirking at her as you talk.

She steps even closer to you, if you moved your hands they would brush against her, “It’s the reason I asked to come with Dina tonight.”

Your eyebrows raise at her confidence, “Oh? You curious about what all the fuss is about?”, biting your bottom lip and making your eyes look up at her the way you knew drove people crazy.

Ellie hums, “I’m more curious about what you said about it being a ‘one-way street’. Because if I’m not wrong? You mean no one’s ever shown you how much they appreciate you?”, she speaks with a smirk and you feel your face growing warm. This girl…

Your mouth falls open and you stutter, “I mean– I’m not– I’m not like some virgin…but no one’s…ever offered to…do that? I just– I’ve always– I enjoy it! So I figured, might as well.”, you ramble out and you can feel your palms grow sweaty, god you hope you aren’t making an absolute fool out of yourself right now.

She leans in, her lips ghosting your ear as she whispers, “Anyone who hasn’t offered is a fucking moron.”, pulling her head back she speaks inches away from your face, “Because it was the first fucking thing that crossed my mind when I saw you.”

You swallow hard, eyes glancing down to her lips where they sit in that cocky smirk she wears so well. Ellie stands straight and takes a step back, she bites back a smile at your flustered state. For the first time that night, you’re at a loss for words, mouth opening, and closing as you try to think of something to say.

Ellie glances down to her pockets, pulling out a thin tube and popping the cap open with her thumb, looking at you and tilting her chin, “You smoke? I’ve got some good shit.”

You mumble a breathy ‘yeah’ and slip off of the bar stool, shooting back the rest of your drink and taking a deep breath before you turn around and follow Ellie out of the bar.

–

Your eyes follow the roach that rests in Ellie’s fingers as it makes its way to her lips. God, you could jump her right now. Your eyes are heavy and a lazy smile seems to permanently rest on your lips. Her eyes drift to yours and look you up and down in a way that sends shivers through you.

Fuck it. You step in front of her and grip the front of her flannel pulling her towards you, pressing your lips to hers. Your lips mesh together messily as the taste of raspberry vodka and weed mingles on your tongue. Her hands rest on either side of your face as you lean your body into hers.

Ellie pulls back slightly and mumbles in a breathy voice, “Bathroom?”

You stutter as her lips begin to trail down your jaw, “My– our van is parked in the– parking lot. The– the back windows are tinted.”. Ellie mumbles against your skin to take you both there.

You grab her hand in yours and quickly walk towards the van parked behind the bar. Oh! The others! Fuck! You grab your phone from your back pocket, open your band's group chat, and text them “Do NOT come to the van. OCCUPIED.”. Not waiting for them to make fun of you, you stuff your phone back in your pocket.

You fumble with your keys and unlock the back doors, you step into the van and close the doors after Ellie steps in, making sure to lock them. You turn around and place your hands on either side of Ellie’s face and press your lips to hers. The sound of your breathy moans and sighs fills the van. Pressing your hands on her shoulders, you both lower to the carpeted floor with your legs straddling her. Your hand threads through her short auburn hair as your lips trace down her jaw and neck. You need to hear her so you give her hair a slight yank causing a quiet whimper to escape. There it is.

“That was a cute sound.”, you let your lips ghost over hers as you tease her.

Her cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink and her grip on your hips tightens, “Fuck off…I wanna hear what pretty sounds you can make, yeah?”. You ‘tsk’ and let your hands travel to the button of her jeans, one hand traveling under her shirt and tracing her skin with a feathery touch.

“What if I wanna hear you, huh?”, as you begin to lower her zipper her left-hand grips your wrists, and her right-hand grips your jaw yanking your face so close to hers you can feel her breaths.

She shushes you as your lips meet with a gentleness that conflicts with the grip she has on your jaw, “Be a good girl for me and let me taste your cunt? Can you do that, baby?”. Her condescending tone turns you into putty and you are at a loss for words so you hum and nod your head.

Smirking at your pitiful state she lets her hands slide down to your plush thighs, “Lay back for me baby.”

You obey wordlessly, laying back on the soft carpet and leaning on your elbows. Your face is warm and you can feel the familiar coil forming in your lower belly as Ellie places her arms on either side of you sucking harsh red and purple marks on your neck. Ellie places kisses down your chest and your stomach, lifting the bottom of your shirt to kiss your lower stomach, eyes on you the entire time. She unbuttons your jeans and slides them off your legs, cursing as her eyes find the growing wet spot on your panties.

“All I’ve done is kiss you and you’re this wet for me baby?”, her fingers trace your inner thighs and she mocks you.

The delicious feeling of lustful embarrassment fills your veins and you bite your bottom lip and nod your head at Ellie. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of your panties she slides them down your legs, tossing them behind her.

She smirks as she looks up at you, “Tell me what you want baby. C’mon.”

“Fuck Ellie please”, you give your best puppy dog eyes. Her smirk grows and she ghosts her thumb over your clit, not giving it nearly enough attention.

“Please what? Huh? I heard your voice on stage. I know you’ve got it in you, baby. Tell me.”, she chides, thumb pressing onto your clit with more pressure.

“Please please fuck me. Please, Ellie, need you to fuck me.”

“Well since you asked like such a good girl.”, dipping her head down she places her warm mouth on your cunt. The feeling causes you to curse and throw your head back. Ellie devours your cunt like it is her last meal, the coil in your lower belly becoming tighter.

“Fuck. Fuck!”, the sounds filling the van are pornographic. Your head lifts and you glance down the length of your body. Sensing your eyes Ellie raises her eyes to meet yours, her tongue circling your clit perfectly causing your thighs to shake and you can see the mischievous glint in her green eyes. Your lewd moans fill the space.

You throw your head back again at the feeling of her fingers filling you. A loud whine escapes you when her movement stops abruptly, bringing your head back up, your eyes meet hers and she resumes her movement. Fucking…this girl is unbelievable. The coil in your belly is becoming painful as her fingers curl and stroke the spongy spot that makes your toes curl. Your eyes water when she adds a third finger, stroking all the right places.

The coil finally snaps when she flattens her tongue against your clit, “I’m gonna– Oh my– oh– Fuck!”, your thighs clench as you ride your orgasm out on Ellie’s tongue. Her movements slow and she gently removes her fingers as you drop from your elbows and lay flat on the floor.

“Holy shit. I don’t think– I’ve ever cum that hard.”, you mumble and cover your face with your arms. Ellie chuckles as she moves above you and pushes your arms away. Her lips gently meet yours, the dizzying sensation of tasting yourself makes your face warm.

Leaning up on your elbows you raise your chin to look up at her leaning over you, “Have you ever wanted to go on tour with a band?”

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bpcr3yes · 2 years ago

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hellorr, just lately i've been reading a lot of avatar modern headcanons, so i felt like writing some!

all the headcanons here are what i think the blue aliens would look like as humans (some make a lot of sense in my head)

first of all, english is not my native language so if there is any confusing sentence I'm sorry

AVATAR MODERN HEADCANONS

Neteyam is black, EVERYONE KNOWS THAT! he has the same skin color as his mother, and he has dreadlocks that hit a little above his shoulder, and he's a tall guy.

hes a mamas boy, he can cook, clean house, fix things (because after all, he is the oldest all the load of the younger ones is on him.)

AND he is a super gentlemanly guy, he always has a kind smile on his face and is liked by many people

HE IS ALSO A LADYS MAN, how many women do rain on this man, he sure is kind to all of them, I bet he flirts with some even, gives a little kiss there but never anything serious! he would be a great date.

Lo'ak is a light skin, everybody knows how similar he is to his father, I believe he also has dreadlocks but a little bigger than neteyam since he likes to tie them!

he always tries to show his worth to jake but it always comes off as an idiot, i think he would be the kind of guy who is smart but is too lazy for that(i have a kin in this man

he thinks people hate him because whenever he walks through the halls everyone starts staring and whispering at him

he LOVES teasing kiri, after all she is his favorite sister (he will NEVER admit it out loud) he also likes to make fun of tuk

he stares at tsireya like a hungry animal (don't get me wrong) he only realizes he is drooling when the people around him start laughing at him

he is a dramatic man

Kiri she is white and has red hair because grace was white and red hair too.

she believes in signs and always asks neytiri to buy rose quartz for her

a mother of plants

she who provides the trinkets for the family to use in their hair

She's always wearing eyeliner, and she still believes she can't live without it.

SHE ALSO HAS WOLFCUT

is always gossiping with tsireya, and when she with lo'ak lets out a "gross"

TUK is the copy of her mother, among all the genes she has, she pulled neytiri on everything!

she is a little black girl who has her hair in several different hairstyles every day!

she loves roblox but something tells me jake wouldn't let her spend too much time on the ipad because she's too young to be addicted to video games

she is also mamas girl

she loves all her brothers but she has a greater affection with neteyam, after all he is always taking care of her

she always tells jake when loak is bothering her

and she feels bad after jake pulls loak's ear.

she loves popoyo

Tsireya is a light ski nanned , she's a sweet person but don't take her seriously, she automatically becomes a version of her mother

she LOVES decorating gel nails, or just nails, it doesn't matter how long your nails are, she always finds a way to make her beautiful

is always playing with tuk

no one knows but she LOVES flirting with lo'ak because she knows he's a fool for her and is embarrassed by everything

is always hitting on aonung when he says something stupid

she is also a my melody collector!

Aonung is quite tanned but still a light skin, is always surfing or pestering someone

he is that kind of clueless friend who says something that is offensive in 8 different countries( and it also offends many minorities )

he can be a sweetheart whenever he wants

if you say anything offensive to tsireya or roxto he immediately was to hate you for the rest of his life

if you find him in a corner with his homies, you can be sure he was gossping about the sullys

ROXTO, he is the blackest of all (apart from tuk obvs)

he's a sweetheart, he's that kind of friend who knows the whole school

he is an average student but excels in the arts

he loves to make bracelets

he's cute, and I believe he catches the attention of several women too

he and lo'ak are besties ok

SPIDER let me tell you about our white boy

he is a darling 😭

neytiri hates him because he is american(?) (shes latina okay)

he is scared to death of neytiri because he knows she hates his father

he has a HUGE crush on kiri i swear he is a simp for her

he and loak are trouble together but who said they care about that?

he used to be very close with jake when he was younger but neytiri cut that line

I'm sure he also has several women after him.

this is the end! it's my first time writing on tumblr, if it's bad sorry

#avatar way of water #atwow modern au #modern avatar #neteyam x reader #loak x tsireya #avatar loak #tsireya #kiri avatar #aonung #roxto avatar #tuk sully #neytiri #modern #headcanons #avatar modern headcanons #avatar the way of water

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luvfy0dor · 1 year ago

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hear me out. how abt nikolai as a dad!!! other parents gender can be up to you <3 thank you so much, feel free to reject !

"Tea Parties and Tiaras" - Dad!Nikolai x Reader ⋆·˚ ༘ *

Warnings; None, just fluff!!

Description; Dad!Nikolai headcannons and a cute little scenario revolving around a very dramatic tea party.

A/N; Tysm for the request!! I have a lot of thoughts about him tbh, I'm glad I get to post them! Also omg u guys since Halloween is coming up what do you think nikolai would be??? I know he's definitely not sitting out in every day attire to hand out candy; brother has gotta be costumed up and causing mischief I just know it.

Headcannons !! ༊*·˚

★ I could go on all day about how he uses his ability as a father rather than a villain. He uses it to quickly fetch things from other sides of the house, like a bottle or a blanket, stuff like that.

★ But he also definitely uses it to mess with them sometimes. If they're doing something they're not supposed to be doing and he finds out, he's gonna stick his arm through the portal, grab their shoulders and laugh when they jump. Then he'll tell them to knock it off, unless it seems appealing to him at the moment. He might join in if it looks fun.

★ Nikolai also does magic tricks for them. He really likes pulling a rabbit out of his hat. He loves the surprised look on his kids faces. He also robs stores of candy sometimes.

★ However, Nikolai isn't afraid of saying no to them. He really doesn't want them to grow up spoiled little pricks.

★ He lets them dress him up. If he's with the kids while you run errands, you'll come home and see your man with that glittery gel eyeshadow smeared all around his eyes and a tiara on his head. The dresses didn't fit, and neither did the little plastic heels, but the hair clips, tiara, and makeup will suffice.

★ I said this for Fyodor too, but Nikolai does his children's hair. He paints their nails too.

★ Nikolai loves to bring his kids to fun places, water/amusement parks, circuses, fairs, trampoline parks, etc. He has NUMEROUS pairs of the trampoline park socks and he loves walking around in them everywhere.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

(P/T is parental title because I want it to be gender neutral, d/n is daughters name, s/n is sons name)

When you thought about relaxing after work, partaking in a tea party wasn't exactly your first thought. But there you sat, cross legged with a pretty tiara on your head, courtesy of your young son and daughter. You could hear Nikolais little giggles as d/n tried to pull his hair back into a very messy ponytail.

"Oh, papa, you better brush your hair some more, this is way too knotty!" Your daughter exasperatedly says and let's go of Nikolais long hair, making him feign offense and turn to her. "Hey! You're very rude! It's okay though, because my tea party outfit is much better than yours is." He says, a mocking tone of voice as he squints his eyes while talking to her. She pouts and gets up sassily, retreating to s/n's side as he rummaged through their little play kitchen.

"Did you hear that? I can't believe she would say something like that to me!" He says to you with an exaggerated frown. You just scoff and pat his shoulder in support. "I wonder who could have taught her such wit." You sarcastically say. You both watch them search for enough teacups for the four of you, all of them being strewn throughout their play room. They eventually skitter back to the table with only three cups and saucers in hand. S/n places one in front of you, one in front of his sister, and one in front of himself.

Nikolai sits waiting for his, but when both s/n and d/n sit down without getting him HIS teacup and saucer, he's a bit annoyed. "Hey, where's my tea?" He asks them. The kids exchange a glance before d/n speaks up. "Mean, knotty-haired clowns don't deserve tea." She huffs. He's even more taken aback this time. "You guys are so mean! You're gonna make your papa cry." He says, his lip quivering a bit as his hand slaps over his heart for dramatic effect. He starts sniffling and you just snicker, watching d/n expression change to one of slight guilt.

She groans and begrudgingly gets up to grab another teacup and saucer from the kitchen, returning it and placing it in front of Nikolai. He stops pretending to cry and grabs her, pulling her into a hug and swaying her excitedly. "Aw, thank you! I knew you loved me enough to look past my messy hair." He says with a giggle. She eagerly tries to wriggle out of his hug, but s/n runs over and hugs Nikolai too, knocking him backwards and onto the ground. He lets out a soft "oomph" before they all start giggling.

"Hey! Now you're both gonna crush me!" He says, the kids getting up off of him while laughing. He lets out a loud sigh before sitting back up. "Okay, I think we're even now, yeah? I came to your lovely tea party with messy hair and you two just knocked the wind out of me in retaliation!" He says, patting their shoulders. They look at eachother and look back at him.

"Okay, I guess you're forgiven." S/n says, his hands on his hips and d/n nodding in approval. "Okay, good. Now, I think we should continue our tea party before we have to eat dinner." He says, pretending to sip on the plastic glass. They murmur soft affirmatives and sit back down. You lean your head on Nikolais shoulder as you pretend to sip on the tea too, content with the little family that the two of you have made together.

A/n; when u think of the word 'skitter/skitters' I hope you think of me 💔🫡 credit to @ilovechuuy4 for influencing the magic and candy stealing hcs thank you schmoopie 💞🙏

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ABOUT ME!! 🎀

NAME: hi!! my name is sabrina, but my close friends call me sab, and you’re all my close friends 🩷🩷

AGE: i’m eighteen years old and i still don’t know how to drive a car

GENDER: i’m a female and i use she/her pronouns :)

BIRTHDAY: june 24th 2006 (and i’m a cancer!)

🎀 i also love pink and bows as you can tell!! 🎀

HOBBIES!! 🎀

WRITING: i really enjoy writing and have ever since i was young. when we wrote essays in ela class i went all out because i just loved shit like that

CROCHETING: i first self-taught myself how to crochet when i was like seven or eight, and started doing it again when i was ten. now i crochet gifts for my friends birthdays, for christmas, and i also make myself clothes a lot

VOLLEYBALL: volleyball was just always my go-to sport and i still love it now. i love going to the beach and playing beach volleyball

NAILS: i also really enjoy doing gel and acrylic nails on people. obviously getting your nails done is kind of expensive, so i just learned how to do it myself and now i do my own nails and my friends nails for free. i also do nail services for random people and that’s where most of my money comes from.

SINGING: don’t really know if it counts as a hobby but i absolutely love love love singing. i’m constantly singing around the house. i also did musical theatre in high school and i was in drama club in middle school. my favorite role i played was regina george when i was 15. i also just have a passion for theatre and musicals.

MUSIC TASTE!! 🎀

i have very generic white girl music taste, so it’s not really anything special lol

TOP ARTISTS (NOT IN ORDER): taylor swift, olivia rodrigo, kesha, melanie martinez, billie eilish, ariana grande, madison beer, chappell roan, doja cat, megan thee stallion, rihanna, katy perry, macklemore

TOP SONGS RIGHT NOW (IN ORDER)

1. joyride - kesha

2. femininomenom - chappell roan

3. you need to calm down - taylor swift

4. hope ur ok - olivia rodrigo

5. all american bitch - olivia rodrigo

CONCERTS I’VE BEEN TO: kesha, billie eilish, olivia rodrigo, melanie martinez, taylor swift

i absolutely love concerts. i think they are so fun and i enjoy them sooo much.

STUFF I WATCH!! 🎀

FAV SHOWS: grey’s anatomy, victorious, sam and cat, icarly, stranger things, creeped out, jessie, heart stopper, never have i ever, sofia the first (hey don’t judge)

FAV MOVIES: fear street part one, fear street part two, jumanji, jumanji : the next level, legally blonde, ten things i hate about you, inside out two, mean girls (2024), sleepover

FAV YOUTUBERS: sturniolo triplets, brittany broski, quenlin blackwell, larray, kamryn cain (check her out she’s so underrated), flamingo, avascreams, caseoh

give me show and movie recs!! i always need them

QUESTIONS ABOUT THE STURNIOLO’S!! 🎀

WHEN DID YOU FIRST START WATCHING THE TRIPLETS: late 2022!

ARE YOU A NICK, MATT, OR CHRIS GIRL: chris girl all the way no doubt about it

FAVORITE YOUTUBE VIDEO: we filmed this video as bros….

FAVORITE CHALLENGE: disgusting food roulette *matt almost throws up*

FAVORITE VLOG: nick gets his wisdom teeth removed!!

FAVORITE FRIENDSHIP: madison 🩷🩷

FAVORITE MERCH/BRAND: space camp

WHAT WAS THE FIRST VIDEO YOU SAW: sturniolo zombie apocalypse survival guide

HAVE YOU EVER MET THEM: nope, and i don’t plan to or rlly want to because i feel like i would be way too awkward 😭😭

WHY DO YOU LIKE THE TRIPLETS: a lot of it is their humor and the fact that they make me laugh more than literally anybody in this entire world, but i also just love watching them live life and hang out with their friends. i find joy in seeing other people happy, and seeing them live happily like this makes me happier than ever. i love vlogs and watching them have fun. their bond together is also unmatched. they love each other so much and it’s so clear to see that, and i just love it. i also just feel so safe when i watch them. i feel like i would trust them with my life. they’re the only grown men that don’t absolutely terrify me 🩷

thanks for reading!! with love, sabrina 🤍🎀

(working on a fic rn!! please leave requests and lmk if the “leave requests” box doesn’t show up in my description)

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bethanydelleman · 5 months ago

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Recently rewatched Emma 2020, and

1. Box Hill scene, gotta applaud Miranda Hart for playing Miss Bates being obnoxious about Jane Fairfax then singlehandedly delivering how wrenched she was by what Emma said. She just nailed it. She thinks the world of Emma. She played well into the obnoxiousness of Miss Bates but then she made me feel so terrible for her after what Emma said.

There are just things you don't say even if everyone's thinking it.

Emma crying when she realized how terrible she'd been, and later delivering the pie (i think it's pie??) as an olive branch to Miss Bates

Made me tear up sm. It's a lesson for Emma and hurting someone who can never actually bring any sort of real consequences to her,0l of lower station, someone who is also a lot older than her who thinks highly of her, being Miss Bates just hits me

Mr. Knightley was so displeased about it. It's just an overall sad situation for Miss Bates and later I wanted to hug Emma as well, she's still young, thinking she knows everything.

2. Emma and Jane

are the A+ students whom their teachers think will be great friends solely because they're both A+ students, situation

The competitiveness and their incompatibility just made it into a forced awkward friendship 😂

They're also the friends in a group friends that are merely acquainted because they're friends with people in the group, if they're left in a room together they won't have much to say to each other lol, in fact Emma will despise the situation

Emma being an extroverted genius

Jane being the introverted genius

They wouldn't have much to do with each other except maybe their circle of friends

It's very uncomfortable 😂

I really agree with you about Emma and Jane, the movie played up their rivalry in a way that the book doesn't, but everyone does just expect them to be friends and they do not gel. It's not Emma's fault, she does try, but Jane doesn't respond at all. There is nothing that can be done to make them friends and it's so uncomfortable.

#question response #emma 2020 #my favourite Emma adaptation

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spicybutterfly · 1 year ago

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Lilac

Summary: On your way to your nail appointment, you run into the cutest, yet strangest boy you’ve ever met.

Pairing: nonidol!Jimin x fem!reader

Genre: Strangers to lovers, Romance, Fluff, Non-Idol AU

Rating: 18+, MINORS DNI!

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Explicit language, Nonconsensual grabbing (Jimin has no sense of personal space)

A/N: Hi everybody, it’s been a while! I wanted to put this out way earlier but I’ve been stupid busy with work and school so yeah, here it is halfway into the year loll. I proofread this myself so please excuse any mistakes. Also, I made this banner and I think it looks pretty good for my first time so please be nice or else I’ll cry ☉ᴗ☉

*Disclaimer all characters and events portrayed in my works are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persona or events is purely coincidental.*

Thank you for reading!♡

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It is 12:02 p.m. and you had thirteen minutes to make it to the nail salon for your scheduled appointment. Anxiously, you drummed your fingers against your steering wheel, nibbling at your bottom lip. This red light felt like it had been going on forever. You swear at least three songs have played over the radio already and you still had at least five more minutes to drive before you made it to Luxe Lacquer Nail Lounge.

You weren’t too picky about your appointment time. A spot during the weekend was preferable, but if that wasn’t available any time after you got off of work would do. Unfortunately, neither of those two options was available to you. For some reason, your go to nail salon was virtually booked out for the next two weeks. Of course with your luck, the only spot they did have available was the most inconvenient to you. Twelve-fifteen on a Wednesday afternoon.

Typically, on a Wednesday at noon, you’d be at work, hunched over typing away at your computer. The only possible way for you to make it to your appointment would be to go during your lunch break. Thankfully, they lasted an hour and your boss wasn’t too finicky about when you took them, as long as it wasn’t too early or too late in your work day.

You couldn’t afford to miss this appointment. It had been practically a month since the last time you’d gotten your nails done and showed. You weren’t high maintenance per se, but keeping up your appearance was important and these nails simply were not it. Your cuticles were an atrocious sight, overgrown and brittle. The once neatly painted gel polish has lost its shine, now dull and chipping around the edges. Don’t even get me started on your shape, formerly a perfect square, straight across the top with sharp edges, now sported a rounded and blunt look. Your nails were in dire need of some TLC.

“Finally,” you sighed out, pressing on the gas pedal as the light turned green. Briskly, you glanced over at the digital clock in your dashboard.

12:03, twelve minutes left.

Steadily, you continued your journey on the road trying your absolute hardest not to go over the speed limit. If you did happen to go over a mile or two, no one noticed. After three more excruciatingly long minutes, you eventually pulled into the plaza’s parking lot.

The area was buzzing with people of all kinds. A group of people dining outside of a restaurant, young adults coming in and out of the grocery store, an elderly couple sharing an ice cream sundae, and a dad pushing his baby through the parking lot in a stroller.

“Come on, come on,” you mumbled, roaming around for a space.

Just ahead a black Chevy Silverado began to back out of its spot. A glimmer of hope spread throughout you as it seemed you were the first and only one to notice and would finally be able to park. Plus it was only two shops down from the salon! You pulled in behind them, giving them enough space to back out but at the same time showing them you were ready to move in.

Just as they were almost completely backed out, you noticed just across from you an elderly woman driving an older Toyota Avalon. Through your windshield you could see how intently she was starting at your parking spot, inching forward as the Chevy rolled out.

“Oh hell no!” you protested. This old lady was trying to steal your spot. Not today.

As soon as the Chevy was clear out of your way, you jerked your wheel to the left, simultaneously pressing firmly on the gas pedal. Your car swerved into the space before the old woman could even take her foot off the brakes.

With squinted eyes, you watched as she begrudgingly drove away, flipping you the bird through her passenger window.

You scuffed. The nerve of some people.

After putting the gear into park, you shifted the key turning your car off before removing it completely. Snatching your purse from your passenger seat, you swung your driver’s side car door open, at last stepping out onto the concrete.

The heat from the blazing sun warmed your skin instantly. Being blasted by the cool air from your car vents almost made you forget you were in the middle of summer. Internally, you thanked your past self for deciding to wear a flowy dress today instead of slacks.

12:10, five minutes left.

If speedwalking in backless platform sandals were an Olympic sport, you'd be a gold medalist. You had no idea you could even move this fast. Rushing down the walkway, you dodged between the people crowding your path. Who knew it would be so jam-packed on a Wednesday afternoon?

Relief immediately rushed through your body as the sight of the salon came into view. You made it with four minutes to spare.

Just as you were about to enter the salon, your hand on the door handle, you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

“Um, excuse me?” a smooth voice rang out.

With your hand still gripping the door handle you turned to face the stranger.

Before you was a man, but not just any man. He may honestly be the most beautiful man, or better yet, person you’ve ever seen.

He looked around your age, maybe a couple of years older. Dressed in a cool-toned brown sweater and black slacks, he stood tall with quite impressive posture. Thick, fluffy black hair sat atop his head. A few strands lay delicately on his blemish-free forehead. Silver jewelry decorated his skin. His ears sported a pair of simple hoops dangling with every head movement. On his neck was a dainty chain necklace, it looked like it belonged to a designer brand. What caught your attention the most was the many rings that adorned his fingers. They shined prettily in the sunlight.

The only way for you to describe his face was that of a fairytale prince. His eyes were tender and kind, a complete contrast to his sharp eyebrows but they paired well together. You wondered if he routinely got them threaded. His cheeks were round and breadlike, making you want to reach out and squish them against your better judgment. And don’t even get you started on his lips. They were the softest, plumpest pair of lips you’ve ever seen. You just know he goes through tubes and tubes of chapstick frequently.

He smiled gently at you when your eyes finally met. Your heart fluttered. Whatever this guy was trying to sell, you just might have to buy.

“Hi, I’m sorry to disturb you but I-” With a voice as warm as his you could listen to him speak all day. But you were on a time crunch and now had three minutes before you had to go in for your appointment.

“Ahh, actually,” you interrupted wincing slightly. “I’m kinda in the middle of something. So if you’ll excuse me.” You turned away again, this time slightly opening the door.

This time you felt him grip your free hand, intertwining your fingers with his.“Oh! This’ll only take a second I promise.”

“What the hell!” you yelled, snatching your hand away with a quickness, spinning on your heels to face him again. Straight away this garnered the attention of a few strangers, looking nosily to see what was happening.

“What is your problem?! I’m not interested in whatever you’re trying to sell!” You don’t care how attractive this man is, he’s definitely lost his mind.

He seemed surprised by his actions, staring back at you in shock with both eyes wide open. “I’m so sorry!” he rushed, waving his hands out in front of him. “I’m not trying to sell you anything, I swear! I just wanted to tell you that I thought you were gorgeous and that your hair looked beautiful! I never meant to offend you, really!”

He was a stranger to you. It was absolutely inappropriate of him to grab your hand without your permission. You had no obligation to believe a word he said. But there was just something about the sincerity in his voice that made it difficult for you to harbor any lingering anger. As crazy as it sounds he seemed genuine and you believed him.

“Oh,” you muttered, calmer now. “Still you can’t just grab people you don’t know, it's rude. And thank you.” You avoided his eyes, instead focusing on the loose thread at the bottom of his sweater.

“Again, I’m sorry. My friends remind me all the time about how handsy I can be. I’m working on it. And, you’re welcome.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“I’m Jimin,” the man, or Jimin grinned, sticking his hand out towards you to shake. You looked at his hand before looking at his face. His eyes were nearly completely shut with how hard he was smiling. It was insanely endearing.

You replied with your name, shaking his hand in return. The softness of his skin didn’t surprise you at all, you could tell he took good care of himself

“Going to get your nails done?” Jimin questioned, nodding his head towards the salon.

“Mhmm,” you confirmed, looking at your hand as you inspected your overgrown nails. “I’m in need of a long overdue manicure. I actually have to go in for my appointment in about-” You looked at your wristwatch. “Two minutes.”

“Have you decided on a color yet?”

“Not yet. I was thinking of maybe getting-” You cut yourself off at the feeling of Jimin taking your hand in his once again. Ignoring the butterflies that instantly fluttered through you, you watched as he brought your hand in front of his face. You almost giggled aloud at the vision before you. He looked like a mad scientist, examining your hand that close to his face.

“You really do have no sense of personal space, huh?”

“I think you should get…” he paused for a moment thinking to himself. “Purple.”

“Purple?”

“Mhm,” he confirmed, nodding. “But not just any purple. Maybe a pastel purple? Like ..lilac! Yeah, lilac! I think that would look really pretty against your skin.” With a satisfied smile, gently, he let your hand fall back to its previous position.

You felt your whole body flush with warmth. You know if you were lighter you’d definitely be blushing all over. Thank goddess for your brown skin.

To mask your shyness, you grabbed your phone out of your purse checking the time. Yeah, you were wearing a watch but you needed to look away from him before you exploded. 12:16. Oh shit!

“I’m late!” you shrieked, turning back towards the salon. “It was nice meeting you, Jimin, but I gotta go.” It was really nice talking to Jimin, but you weren’t missing this appointment for anyone.

“Wait!” He called, coming up beside you.

“You should send me a picture.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Of your nails! You should send me a picture of your nails when they’re done, I mean. You know because I suggested the color. But only if you want to, of course, no pressure!”

Jimin twisted the ring on his left pointer finger, awaiting your answer. You thought his sudden nervousness was sweet.

Usually, it would take a lot more for you to give your number out. Especially to a random stranger you’d only met and known for a couple of minutes. You’d seen too many true crime documentaries for that. But Jimin raised no red flags to you. Sure he was a little weird and awkward but he was also sweet and charming. To be quite honest you enjoyed spending these past few minutes with him, and you wouldn’t mind seeing him again.

“What’s your number?” you smiled unlocking your phone. Jimin grinned again, eyes nearly shut and cheeks raised high, before reciting his number to you.

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You were so damn lucky you had history with your nail tech, Sandra, or else you would’ve been out of luck. You didn’t make it to your appointment on time, in fact, you were three minutes late. It may or may not have something to do with you and Jimin giggling over which photo to use as his contact picture in your phone.

The pure look of irritation on Sandra’s face when you finally did make it inside the salon to check in at the front desk nearly made you visibly wince. You knew you were being an inconvenience, coming in late even though you were standing right outside of the salon. But c'mon, you were only three minutes late! It’s not like you arrived an hour later or no called no showed. Still though, it was rude of you and you made sure to apologize and leave her a hefty tip for being a bother.

Back in the front seat of your car, you admired your nails. No matter how irritated your Sandra was, she still killed this set! You opted for your usual square shape, you couldn’t see yourself veering away from it, it just had such a polished look. For your nail color, you were stuck between three shades of purple that could be considered lilac. Instead of wrecking your brain, you sent a picture to Jimin letting him pick the shade closest to the one he envisioned and he did not disappoint. Delicate yet bold, the lilac complimented your skin tone perfectly. You’re not sure if this was a color you would’ve ever chosen on your own and you’re so glad Jimin suggested it for you. They were simple but cute and you loved them!

Posing your left hand you snapped a quick pic of your new nails before sending it over to Jimin.

Cute?

He responded almost instantly.

Jimin (◠‿◠)

Very! See, I told you it would look good :))

Whatever lol, I guess you did an ok job.

Jimin (◠‿◠)

I think what you meant to say was. Thank you so much, Jimin!

You rolled your eyes before responding.

Thank you, Jimin. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you! You are truly god sent!

Just then your phone began to vibrate, Jimin’s contact and goofy contact picture popped up on your screen. You clicked the answer button before it could ring a second time.

“You’re so very welcome, _____! I’m glad I could be of assistance to you!” Though you couldn’t see his face, the smile was present in his voice. You laughed aloud, thinking of a response. You definitely didn’t want this to be your last time speaking to Jimin. There was an obvious connection between you and it would be silly of you not to explore it. Hopefully, you weren’t reading the situation wrong and he was just as interested in you as you were in him.

“Hey, um, what are you doing later today, around let’s say 5:30-ish? My appointment took a little longer than expected so I can’t pick up any lunch and I was wondering if you would like to try that new pizzeria downtown with me?” you asked, heart hammering in your chest. You felt like a teenager talking to her crush for the first time. It’s been a while since you’ve done something like this. You’ve been so focused on work recently, hardly allowing yourself any free time. Dating just wasn’t at the forefront of your mind.

Restlessly, you drummed your fingers against your steering wheel awaiting his answer.

Jimin hummed as he thought. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Oh shit.“Huh!? A date! I wa- uh I mean-” “Because if you are,” Jimin interrupted, ceasing your rambling. “Then I would say yes. I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Yeah?” you beamed.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “You actually beat me to it. I wanted to ask you out for ice cream after your appointment.”

“Oh!” you voiced. “Well, we can always go after the pizza?”

“I'd like that.”

“Okay! Cool,” you grimaced at your response. Gosh, why were you so nervous?

“Cool,” he giggled. “I’ll see you there, then?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you there,” you smiled, giddy all over. Bringing your phone from your ear, you pressed the end call button. It took a moment for the realization to set in. Did that really just happen? Before you knew it an elated squeal escaped your lips. Nerves now replaced with excitement, you began your journey back to work, eagerly looking forward to your date with Jimin.

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#park jimin #jimin fanfic #jimin x black reader #jimin x reader #jimin fluff #black reader #bts x black reader #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts fluff

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amitiel-truth · 2 years ago

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Ten Babies (Vash the Stampede X Reader) Part 5

Note: This is my FIFTH time writing here, please don't look too much into the details, I made some up, these ideas were prompted from my chat with Vash at Character.AI, another lore dump will probably be here (doing the Josei format up this bitch).

Warning: Mentions of Incest, Sexual Themes, Angst :)

Summary: HELLO PAIN!!!!!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

(Y/N) lays on her rocking chair, rubbing a gel on her stomach, getting ready for the changes that are about to happen to her once again.

Smiling at her two-month-old bump, a cry started on the bassinet beside her bed, as she walked up to it and picks up a sobbing Remi into her arms, unconsolable, as she walked over to a nearby window, with the view of the city of Febrari.

(Yes, I changed the lyrics a bit, your crying with me deal with it.)

"My little girl

You're the light of my life

No matter how hard the world gets

You're my reason to fight" (Y/N) begins to sing as she rocks the crying child, stroking the mole under her eye.

"My little girl

The world's a scary place

But you've got nothing to worry about

I'll keep you safe

My little girl" Her sobbing subsides as she looks up at her mother, her PLANT marks are showing.

"My little girl (my little girl)

Your future is bright (so bright)

I will never let the world make you cry

My little girl

I never knew I could love someone so much

You're my angel

So proud no matter what

My little girl" (Y/N) rubs her cheek against the consoled baby, smiling down at her.

"My little girl" (Y/N) runs a finger on the bridge of the baby's nose before tapping it, confusing the girl.

"No matter where we go

Or what we do

Just know I'm always here

For you" (Y/N) promises as she admires her daughter's PLANT marks, as Remi yawns, her eyes drooping.

"My little girl

You're starting to get tired

Just relax and trust me

Now close your eyes

Let the music take you away

I'll always be by your side to keep you safe

My little girl" Remi finally falls asleep as (Y/N) leans down, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"She's the real deal, isn't she? Elendira?"

"It seems so, Doctor."

Two voices startles (Y/N) as she whips around to face them, seeing an old man dressed in a doctor's coat with an implant on the side of his bald head, and a little blonde girl that reaches just above his chest, her face and body also glowing in PLANT markings as it died down.

"Knives was right about you, You're a very resourceful young woman, Ms. Loverose, or should I say..." The Doctor proclaims, as (Y/N) backs away, looking to the side to see Aileen by the door, unconscious.

"Mrs. Saverem."

"Aileen!!." (Y/N) exclaims as she tried to rush to the older woman's side, but a crimson nail materializes in front of her, prompting the mother to turn around and crouch, using her body as a shield for the sleeping babe.

"Huh, I guess she did keep her promise, to keep that thing safe."

"Elendira, enough!." The Doctor order as he walks up to the crouched woman, holding out a hand.

"We didn't come here to bring harm, I apologize for doing this, but we need you to come with us..." (Y/N) looks at The Doctor before peering at the girl, who materializes another crimson nail, pointing to Aileen.

"Or else."

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after a long journey, (Y/N) was then locked in a white room, sitting on a bed, as she nurse Remi who falls back asleep once more, slipping her breast back onto her dress, and rocking the baby in her arms.

"I'm sorry for getting us into trouble, Remi, Mama promises to keep us safe." (Y/N) whispers before placing another kiss on her forehead, but this seems more to assure herself, as the door opens.

" I hope you've been comfortable." Dr. Conrad walks in, as (Y/N) simply looks away from him.

"What do you want?." (Y/N) questions, keeping herself small.

"Come with me, please." The Doctor mutters before walking out of the room, leaving the door open as (Y/N) stands up with Remi in her arms, following him.

"You've heard of your Grandmother's story, haven't you." Conrad asks over his shoulder, as (Y/N) simply nodded, still guarded.

"But you haven't heard what happened when she was under our care, she was a very special piece of our plan when we found her, I couldn't believe her existence, there wasn't even a report to me about a breeder PLANT type that was developed, let alone that existed, Master Knives just felt a PLANT nearby and took action, it's such a great shame that I didn't have a conversation with Dr. Loverose at the time, I heard he was an extremely brilliant man." The Doctor sighs, as they walk into a room full of red PLANTS.

"And very lucky too." The Doctor added as (Y/N) looks at the PLANTS nervously, rocking Remi into his arms.

"SHE was going to be someone of great importance..." The Doctor trials off as they

"She was going to be The Mother of Independents." The Doctor reveals as they entered a room, revealing with a queen size with furniture and items that seems for pain and pleasure...a sex room.

"But you'll have to do." (Y/N) was suddenly pushed into the room and clear glass doors, she panics as she tries to pry open the door.

"No! I don't want this! Let me out!." (Y/N) looks around and sees a chair, she picks it up and tries to smash the glass door with it with Remi in her arms.

"Apologies, but these doors are bulletproof, no amount of physical force will be able to work." The Doctor informs her but she doesn't stop.

"And as for your daughter, who I'm sure is 90% PLANT..." Doctor trails off as he thinks.

" I'm sure she'll grow up quickly just like the twins all in a course of a year, but it'll only make her develop into a ten-year-old, guess we'll only have to do what we did to Nicholas D. Wolfwood, to her." (Y/N) gasped, she doesn't know exactly what it is, but she has a vague understanding of what it was, as Remi began crying, her sobs are heard through the room and halls.

"NO! I won't let any of you lay a finger on her! I'll end each and every one of you if I have to!! I swear to fucking God!!!." (Y/N) screams like a madwoman as she attacks the door relentlessly.

"More will be known, once Master Knives is finished with his mission, I apologize." The Doctor could only bow in apology, as he walks away, leaving the Mother-Daughter trapped.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!! I SWEAR TO GOD DAMN GOD I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!! YOU BETTER PRAY THERE'S A FUCKING GOD ONCE I GET MY HANDS ON YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!!"

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(Y/N) laid Remi on the chair, she refuse to lay her down on the bed after HSE had calmed down.

It's been hours since they've been left alone, as (Y/N) looks around the room, trying to find an exit.

"The vents are too small, even for you, Remi." (Y/N) walks back to the sleeping child once more, carrying her into her arms.

"Oh, Remi, What am I gonna do?." (Y/N) sobs, hugging Remi, a tap was heard on the glass, (Y/N) turns around to see who it is.

"Wolfwood? What are you doing here?." (Y/N) asks, rubbing her tears away.

"Doing someone a favor." Wolfwood answers as he inputted a code and the door opens, (Y/N) rushed out of the god-forsaken room, giving him a one-armed hug.

"Thank you..." (Y/N) whispers, as Wolfwood only pats her on the back.

"Now, come on, Niddle Noggin isn't gonna like that you're here." Wolfwood leads her out.

"Where is he? My Husband?." (Y/N) asks, now worried for him as she rocks Remi in her arms.

"..." Wolfwood grew quiet.

"He'd like you two to be safe..." Wolfwood advises, as (Y/N) grew quiet as well.

"Yes, yes he would." (Y/N) answers, as they continue on their journey to escape.

After a few minutes, they reached an exit through the open sand.

"AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!"

(Y/N) whips her head back, hearing a noise.

"Did you hear that?." (Y/N) asks, looking back into the hall.

"Heard what?." Wolfwood asks as (Y/N) grew quite, then, Remi began to cry as (Y/N) observes her.

"He's in pain...." (Y/N) mutters, realizing who was screaming.

"He needs help..." (Y/N) mutters as she looks back up to the tunnel.

"Hubby."

"No hey! we talked about-" Before Wolfwood could even stop her, (Y/N) already ran back into the building with a crying Remi in her arms.

"And there she goes...WHAT IS WITH THESE WOMEN RUNNING INTO DANGER!?."

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(Y/N) runs as she noticed roots growing out of a room, she gets inside it and sees an aquarium filled with PLANTS, along with Vash, who's in a dire state.

"NO!!." (Y/N) screams as she runs up to the vines, trying to reach him.

"Ms. Loverose! please it's already futil-" Before the Doctor could even try to stop her a shoe was thrown at him, hitting him square in the head.

"SHUT UP! I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT YOU." (Y/N) glares at him as she once again climbs the roots with Remi in her arms.

"Ms. Loverose! Be careful!." Meryl follows her as (Y/N) reached an opening, seeing Vash in a nonresponsive state.

"No...Hubby..." (Y/N) cries as Vash remains reanimated, suspended in water.

"He has been reborn, as a PLANT, Human words mean nothing to him anymore." The Doctor claims as (Y/N) noticed Vash's humming something, and moving.

"But what is he trying to start?." The Doctor questions as more branches and flowers started to bloom, (Y/N) held on to the branches to not fall but Meryl isn't so lucky as she stumbles back.

"You two must run! It'll only swallow you up!." The Doctor advises as (Y/N) doesn't hear any of their conversations anymore, hyperventilating at the state Vash was in, her vision growing blurry and developing tunnel vision, her heartbeat loud in her ears as she's losing grip on reality, until.

"Waaaah!." A certain baby's cry was heard, (Y/N) calms down as she looks down at the child in her arms, calming down.

"I'm so sorry, Remi." (Y/N) sobs, rubbing her forehead against the infant.

"If only...Mama's strong enough..." (Y/N) cries as the child doesn't stop crying.

"I'm so sorry, Remi, Vash..."

"Is that… a Resonation!?." The Doctor exclaims, watching it all happen

"Life blooms like a flower

Far away or by the road

Waiting for the one

To find the way back home"

(Y/N) sings as she leans her face close to Remi, whose face is showing her PLANT marks, rubbing her nose against hers as she strokes her baby's cheek, Meryl could only watch in fascination, with the Doctor checking the vitals.

"Rain falls a thousand times

No footprints of come-and-go

You who once went by

Where will you belong?

I feel your sigh and breath

In the last blow of wind

Not yet for the story on the last page

It's not the end"

(Y/N) places a hand on the glass, looking longingly at Vash, not noticing that her hair started to grow longer rapidly, and began encasing Vash's roots, and blooming with white flowers.

"She's...subduing the process physically!?

"Life blooms like a flower

Far away or by the road

Waiting for the one

To find the way back home

Time flows across the world

There is always a longer way to go

'Til I reach your arms

A madder there for you"

Inside Vash's mind, a young version of him sings a song, with a young version of his brother, both occupying the rec room of their youth, sitting under a tree.

"What's that?"

"It just comes to me, It calms me down when I'm nervous."

"hm..."

"Say, Nai, Do you think we can get along with humans?."

"Don't worry. No matter what happens, I will protect you."

Vash frowns as he suddenly notices his hand's glowing red and growing a flower, calling to him with a familiar voice.

"Vash....Vash...Vash..."

"Up against the stream

Waterways will join as one

Tracing to the source

No more strayed or lost

You will see petals fly

When lament becomes carol

Could you please hear my voice

That hungers for a duo?"

"I will protect you."

"No, No! You're not the one who said that!

The person who said that to me is..." Vash retaliates as their dream world disappears.

"Vash, You'll be so much happier if you stay here! Don't go. Don't go!" Knives try to coast Vash to stay, but he runs, runs away from the cause of it all

"VASH! STOP!"

"Life blooms like a flower

Far away or by the road

Waiting for the one

To find the way back home

Time flows across the world

There is always a longer way to go

'Til I reach your arms

A madder there for you"

Vash let's the flower on his hand to float, it takes the form of the woman who raised him and runs through the field.

"Wait! Please Wait! Rem!" Vash cries out, running after the figure of Rem.

"I'm sorry, I left you all alone, But I'm glad to know I've lived on inside you all this time, thank you for protecting my dreams and my hopes...Vash..."

"♪"

"VASH!! What makes you think you can live on like this!?, Don't you remember? The Fall was you-"

"I don't think it's your fault." A memory suddenly plays in front of them, It was back at Febrari when Vash come clean to (Y/N) in their PLANT room

"You were just a child back then, and very trusting at that, how were you supposed to know your Older Brother was going to do that? their supposed to protect you not take advantage of you." (Y/N) smiles at Vash as she kneeled in front of Vash's curled form.

"And if you think it's still your fault, then I have to thank you." (Y/N) added, confusing Vash as he peers out of his curled state.

"Thank me?" Vash asks, confused.

"If you didn't cause the fall, My Grandmother wouldn't be here." (Y/N) gestures, showing the Grand PLANT who seems like bowing at him in appreciation.

"She would have had a very terrible fate if that didn't happen And I wouldn't be here because of that..." (Y/N) smiles as she leans closer to him.

"I wouldn't be here being able to love you so freely." (Y/N) admits, blushing as she does as Vash stares at her in shock, (Y/N) smiles at him proudly.

"Rem would have been very proud of you as well, ah!" (Y/N) suddenly had a though.

"What's wrong?."

"Remi, in honor of your mother, Rem, I wanna name our first baby that..." (Y/N) suddenly proclaims, as Vash lunges into her arms, he sobs, tears still fresh from his eyes, burning his face on his neck, who has her arms wrapped around him.

"I love you...no matter what." (Y/N) confirms, as Knives glares at her

"THAT WOMAN!!!!"

"Life blooms like a flower

Far away or by the road

Waiting for the one

To find the way back home

Time flows across the world

There is always a longer way to go

'Til I reach your arms

A madder there for you" As (Y/N) sings the last note, the roots began receding, and the gate behind Vash was closing, but he's still not responding.

"Wake up! Please Vash!" (Y/N) begs, tearing up.

"So you think you've outplayed me again!?." a voice growls as he crashes through the roots, glaring at (Y/N) as she turns to look at him, not noticing that her white hair got ripped that connecting from Vash's roots, leaving her with a floor-length hair, the blooming white flowers fall from what's left of her hair.

"Ms. Loverose!" Meryl exclaims as she tries to cover them.

"YOU HYBRID HARLOT!." Knives yell as he lunges after (Y/N), his metal torns itching for her, who could only turn her back on him and protect Remi from him.

Before any harm could befall them, a rope pulls them, a pistol shielded them from Knives's harm.

"Thank you, Meryl, Mayfly..." (Y/N) stare blankly at him as she teared up, beginning to smile.

"I heard your voices, too." Vash reveals as the roots began disappearing, condensed them all into a cube.

"He's controlling that huge mass by himself?." The Doctor stated in shock, as all that was left is a cube, Vash held onto them carefully especially (Y/N) as they landed on the floor.

"Hubby..." (Y/N) mutters, tears still streaming from her eyes as Vash wipes them away.

"Vash..." Knives growled, glaring at them.

"Nai, Your plan has failed. Now let's end this." Vash stated, pointing his pistol at him.

"It's not over, I won't let that be!" Knives attacked them as Vash did his best to protect them, Meryl runs and hide behind the controls, while Vash managed to push Knives away for a moment, giving him a chance to whisper something in (Y/N)'s ear.

Her eyes widen in shock as tears gathered up in them after Vash finishes, before giving her one last peck and Remi a kiss on the forehead.

"I'm sorry, I guess I won't be able to give you those nine babies..." Vash apologizes as he counters Knives's incoming attacks, as (Y/N) finally takes cover, she tries to pull Meryl with her but she's stubborn and stayed as (Y/N) fled the scene with Remi in her arms.

but not before giving the Doctor a hard slap.

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Wolfwood jumps from building to building, juggling his cross and Meryl in his arms as he drops down from a building, landing on his feet and running towards armed Julai Military as Wolfwood jumps and used one of them as a stepping stool, passing by them as he runs to get away from the city, but was stopped midway by a car blocking them.

Wolfwood points The Punisher at it but stops when the windows roll down, showing a tired mother and wife.

"Get in." (Y/N) orders as they all clambered in and she drives off, far away from Julai.

"What did Vash tell you, Ms. Loverose?." Meryl asks as (Y/N) continued to drive through the city and into the sand.

"...He's going to release the energy into outer space..." (Y/N) mutters, defeated.

"What? But if he does that...it'll blast him to pieces!." Wolfwood proclaims, as it already began, they see two bright lights, one purple, one blue, going up the stars.

"He knows..." (Y/N) mutters as she held the wheel with one hand, Remi in the other, awake and comfortable.

"He knows." (Y/N) repeats as tears fall down from her eyes, she can only look forward bravely for her child and unborn one, as the City of JuLai disappears in an explosion behind them, and the car became engulf within the disturbed sand.

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It's been two years since that fateful July 21st. A crowd has gathered at what used to be the third city of JuLai to pay their respect, Even after two years, the pain of losing their loved ones has yet to heal. The suspect said to have murdered 90% of the city, also known as the Humanoid Typhoon, still remains at large. That demon turned the whole city into a gaping crater overnight. There is no forgetting the sorrow of loved ones taken from you. The Alliance of Cities has raised the bounty on Vash the Stampede, $$60 billion, the highest in history...

At the Loverose Mansion, (Y/N) exits the home while looking behind her, with Remi following behind her, all grown up into a fair young lady, she looks like she's around 13 through the course of 3 years, inheriting her father's looks, another one followed her, a bumbling young girl, who would have been mistaken for Remi's twin if she wasn't younger, as (Y/N) fixes her daughters' white and red dresses as well as her white one, stroking their beauty marks, and she guides them to the new greenhouse by their home, both girls holding their own umbrellas, protecting their mother from the sun as she held them both on each hand and enters the greenhouse.

Inside reveals beautiful colors of flowers that can grow without pollination, Marigolds, Feverfew, and Red Geraniums..., (Y/N)'s younger daughter looks around in excitement as she begins to run around, with Remi following close behind, making sure that she doesn't cause any trouble, as (Y/N) simply smiles at their antics, before looking at the centerpiece of the room, her wedding picture with Vash, she frowns solemnly and walks up to the portrait, a hand reaching up to stroke Vash's face, you can see that she's been repeating this action because of the wear and tear, her engagement ring glints under the light, as (Y/N) tears up, biting her lip in pain and lounging.

"Come back to us, Please..."

....To be continued till Season 2...

(A/N: PLANT growth is weird.)

#vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #vash smut #tristamp #trigun x reader #pleasebegentlewithmethisismyfirsttimewrittinghere #vash x y/n #trigun stampede #trigun stampede x Reader #Spotify

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theunholybastard · 1 month ago

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Kinktober: October 23rd - Handjob (Papa Emeritus I x Gender-Neutral!Reader)

Tags: Semi-Public Handjobs, Established Relationship, Cum Eating, 1st Person POV

"Cazzo..." Primo cursed softly, wincing at the thorns from the roses he was tending to pinching his fingertips. "I should've worn my gloves." It was always so peaceful, sitting in the gardens together in comfortable silence, taking a deep breath of the fresh, floral-scented air, watching him adoringly from the sidelines. I chuckle, walking up to him and running my nails up and down his back.

"I think your sensitive fingers are the least of your concern. You've been kneeling for nearly half an hour, love." I said. He tuts dismissively, wiping the sweat from his brow and waving me away. "I'm serious, Primo. You aren't as young as you used to be. Hell, I bet you wouldn't be able to stand back up if I wasn't here to help you."

"Thank you for the comment, dear." He says blankly, rolling his eyes in annoyance. His stoic face disappears when he tries to stand up on his own, his knees indeed giving out and slowly sinking back to the ground. He sighs deeply and shoots me a look. "Could you... could you help me?" He asks quietly though gritted teeth, the tips of his ears pink from embarrassment. I fight back the urge to say 'I told you so,' and extend my arm to help pull him up.

"Your poor knees." I coo sympathetically. "Shut up." He grumbles, limping his way towards the bench, sitting down with a huff. I sat down beside him, pouting at him in attempts to hold back a snicker. "I'm sorry, pookie. I didn't mean to be rude." I assure half teasingly, resting my head on his shoulder. He remains silent out of protest, but I can tell his anger is quickly dissipating, his heart too big and soft for his own good, especially when it comes to me.

Both of us take a moment to appreciate the beautiful nature surrounding us. Primo always takes fantastic care of his plants, large, green, and flourishing. Being in the gardens with him, though the area was public and anyone could just come through and disturb our peace, it still felt like it was just for the two of us. It was quiet, intimate. And somehow, the energy made my blood rush south.

My hand rests on his upper thigh, gripping the supple flesh softly. His eyes darkened noticeably, but he still didn't budge, silent and still as a statue. "Can I make it up to you, my Papa?" I hum, hands trailing further up to his groin. "Can I do anything to make you feel better?"

"I don't need anything to make me 'feel better', I'm fi- oh!" Primos breath catches in his throat when I start to stroke him through his robes. His once flaccid length slowly starts to kick in the palm of my hand, twitching and growing with a newfound life. He clears his throat. "Put your hand under my robes." He commands lowly. And of course, I oblige, as funny as it is to tease him sometimes. I'm trying to make him less angry with me.

My hands find their way underneath his robes, casually stroking him out in the open. I feel him harden now against my bare palm, his breathing growing heavier, and his stern expression relaxing, giving into the bliss. "Need some spit, amore." He grunts, the dry friction becoming slightly uncomfortable. "I brought some aloe vera gel out here with me, in case you got sunburnt. Do you want to use that?" I suggest. He shudders, just the thought of the coolness on his cock sending a shiver of arousal up his spine.

"It's better than nothing." He hums. I squirted the thick gel into my hand, rubbing it up and down on his manhood. He hissed through his teeth as his thighs tensed and his toes curled in his shoes. “You don't like?" I ask. "Keep going." He growls impatiently.

My hand rolled slowly over his cock, kissing at the skin on his neck, sagged with age, but still as sensitive as always. His hips started to buck into my hand, panting and moaning loud and uncaring. It's not like he would want me to stop if someone were to wander into the gardens. He would probably just shoot them an angry look, silently telling them to fuck off. Nobody disrupts his pleasure.

"Caro, I'm going to cum..." He rasps in warning. I respond by pumping faster, feeling his heavy cock throb between my fingers. He tilts his head back and lets go, a long sigh escaping his lips as his seed coats my hands, a little landing on his robes by accident. He hadn't noticed, if he did he would've erupted into rage again once his orgasm subsided. I use that opportunity to scoop some of his cum up with my finger, popping it in my mouth and sucking it clean. His eyes were lidded and fogged with lust as he observed me.

"Let me help you with that, amore." He purrs, his own hand coming down to his softening cock to gather some of his cum, stuffing his fingers in my mouth. I lick a long stripe up his fingers, swallowing it all down diligently while remaining eye contact. He smirks at the sight, popping my mouth off his fingers and kneeling down to clean the rest of his spend up with a couple of tissues. He watches me, stroking my hair adoringly. Finally, his attitude has shifted, bubbly and loving.

"Did that make you feel better?" I ask, fluttering my eyes up at him innocently. He sighs in defeat, nodding. "Yes, dear. Thank you." I smile, sitting back down next to him, my head returned to his shoulder, his body warm and comforting in the chill air of the gardens. Suddenly, I feel his cold fingers trail upward my thigh. "Now, if you don't mind," Primo whispers mischievously against my ear. "I would like to return the favor."

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mermaidsirennikita · 10 months ago

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ARC REVIEW: In Want of a Viscount by Lorraine Heath

4.5/5. Releases 2/20/2024.

Vibes: a genuine good guy hero, Business Bitches, sex beyond p -> v, and a mind for business with a bod for sin!!!!!

Heat Index: 6/10

The Viscount of Wyeth--AKA Rook, because Chessmen: MASTERS OF SEDUCTION!!!, the greatest series title of all time--is known for having a keen eye for investments. What he isn't known for is raking about town, because he's determined to be different from his horrible father, a man more known for the illegitimate children he abandoned (or worse) than anything else. But a chance, anonymous encounter with a mysterious young woman has his strict sense of self-control shaken... until he realizes that she's the American Leonora Garrison, a secret businesswoman who's accompanied her less-talented brother on a hunt for investors. Like Rook! They try to keep it strictly professional--but their attraction to each other could ruin Leonora's dreams before they come to fruition.

Look man, it's Lorraine Heath. She knows what the fuck she's doing, always. This is one of her less dramatic romances, I would say, but the character beats and the swoony "oh my god we're falling in love" of it all is unmatched. It's not so much about twists and tricks as it is about Rook and Leonora falling deeply in love, with a pitch-perfect ramp up of sexual tension that culminates in the best way possible. I can be persnickety about a slow burn--but Lorraine proves that when the author is talented, it works HARD.

Quick Takes:

--You absolutely can read this as a standalone, but I am glad that I went back and read Lorraine's Sins for All Seasons series first. For one thing, that series is just great, and everyone should read it. For another, Rook is technically introduced in The Duchess in His Bed, starring his illegitimate brother Aiden Trewlove (his other illegitimate brother, Finn Trewlove, is the hero of The Scoundrel in Her Bed, one of my most recent Lorraine favorites). There is a good bit of layering of Rook's backstory related to their father, and if you're intrigued by that after reading this--you probably will be, it's fascinating--absolutely check that series out.

In a lot of ways, this felt like an emotional culmination. You really see how Rook has matured here, and is so valiantly trying to reach his own impossible standards. He's very literally atoning for the sins of his father, and it kind of breaks your heart. On the bright side, however, this brings in not only the Trewloves but some cameos from Lorraine's Stanwick books... and I'm never mad at that!

--Going back to Rook, though... He really is a good dude. And I'm a tough sell on a good guy hero. I feel like a lot of authors write them simply to keep stories uncomplicated, and not because they actually care about the characterization. The thing is--Lorraine has always been one of the only authors who nails a good guy hero every time. Because characterization? It's her thing.

You feel that Rook is deeply good, and you feel exactly how deeply he believes in his efforts to be morally upright and restrained. He's taken responsibility for a lot of things that really have nothing to do with him. However, it's also clear that a part of growing up that he hasn't quite confronted is like... admitting that he's human. He wants things. He wants sex. And it's honestly really fun to see him become this horny mess over Leonora.

--Leonora is the kind of heroine we really don't get enough of in historicals. She's kind of nerdy, but it's really most of a "business bitch" kind of nerdy. And I think that gels really well with where she's coming from--this bustling Gilded Age America where there's a lot of risk and a lot of (potential) reward. But this is about more than just gambling on a dream--it's about keeping her father's memory alive. That alone really ups the stakes here.

I also loved how geeky she was about taking things apart (literally) and how much that amused Rook.

--Lorraine Heath watches The Gilded Age (although literally anything she's written ever in her life blows that show out of the water). You can absolutely tell. Leonora's mother is right out of the Bertha Russell playbook. She wants to get into Mrs. Astor's ballroom!!! And yes, she will be a total asshole to get there if necessary!!!

I actually really loved that Rook and Leonora could subtly bond over having shitty parents, even if Leonora's mother wasn't on the level of Rook's father. It was one of those moments of commiseration.

--Okay, so... the scene where Rook caresses Leonora's foot while "inspecting her shoe for pebbles" is everything it's cracked up to be, and it is further evidence that deep within every Lorraine Heath hero is a Thing for Feet.

The Sex:

I loved how sex was approached in this one. Because Rook is so worried about fathering bastards like his father did, he's very reluctant to sleep around, and when he does, he places a HUGE emphasis on non-penetrative sex. In other words, as he amazingly put it to Leonora in one of my favorite scenes in the book:"fucking without fucking".

In romance in general, but perhaps especially in het books, and especially in historicals, penetrative sex is seen as the end-all be-all. I loved having a historical romance hero who really was more about.... other things. Especially things centering Leonora's pleasure. Like, it does drag out the sexual tension. And I really do love it when a hero who thinks he's Got It Together finds out he Most Definitely Doesn't (... which.... a rude awakening for our boy Rook).

While this is definitely one of Lorraine's softer books, it's also one of her more character-focused ones. It's sweepingly romantic, it's about breaking cycles and recovering from emotional trauma, and it's definitely for the "ridiculous amount of sexual tension in the best possible way" girlies.

Thanks to Netgalley and Avon for providing me with a copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

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#romance novel blogging #arc reviews #netgalley #book recs #book reviews #romance novels #reblogging with the preorder links added

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doctorhouse5343 · 10 months ago

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We're So Wonderfully Pretty(Love In The Lab)

It was the journalist's day off so he decided to spend it with reading and drinking coffee..or at least that's what he had planned for himself until he saw his husband look worn out and exhausted beyond belief. The mad doctor looked like he was either about to scream into the void, fist fight the old ones or do an odd mix of both so it was with no other option that Hob had decided to send a text in the private group-chat that he had made with Desire and the rest of the Endlesstein siblings (the name of it was 'Desire To The Rescue').

The text was a cry for help and Desire's immediate reply was 'Leave it to me, sweet Hobsie' with a little winky-face emoji at the end (if he could strangle them through a screen he would just for the nickname alone, including the emoji). The plan crafted by them was this : Bring Morpheus along for a nice relaxing spa date, completed with a facial mask to help with his pores because 'goodness knows he needs it, eeek' and a nice little manicure accompanied by music. After all of that was done, the rest would involve bringing the relaxed doctor over to Destiny's place for a pajama/movie get together with a special guest.

The difficult part however had yet to come : Hob had to convince his sweetheart to accept Desire's plan so it was agreed that Death would come with them to make him feel more comfortable. When told that his favorite sibling would be there Morpheus was delighted..until Desire's name was brought up "Absolutely not, Robert Gadling" He scowled as he gripped his mug of coffee, to him it felt like he was locked in a room were the only way out was to play chess with that one creature from Pan's Labyrinth "C'mon, love..You could use the rest and you don't have to worry about thing, I'm going to be there every step of the way. Besides you'd look so cute with a towel on your head" Hob cooed as he kissed his jaw, his stubble brushing against his cheek.

So that's how the angry doctor found himself in a car with his husband, his lovely sister and his insufferable sibling on the way to the spa carefully selected by the expert themself. The minute they all got out off the car, the beautiful dark skinned woman hugged her little brother for what felt like the tenth time for the day, almost twirling him off the ground "C'mon little brother, let's go inside!" Death beamed excitedly, her curly dark brown hair bouncing as she dragged Morpheus inside while Hob and Desire followed along, both chuckling. The hours went on in a blur and despite it all, the brooding goth found himself having fun : the place was quiet, there wasn't much stressful noise (instead there was music by The Cure, wish really made him happy) and he managed to get himself cute black gel polish for his nails..He even found himself laughing with Desire, like how they used to when they were kids. It was then that he realized just how much he had missed everyone of them, missed hearing their voice. Soon they went back in the car and head off to Destiny's place, who greeted them with his usual neutral expression but it was clear that despite it all, he was quite delighted to see them. The minute they put away their shoes, their ever so full of energy sister Delirium tackled them for a big hug "Morphiiiiieeee!!! Deeee!!! Des!!!" She exclaimed happily, skipping around them happily "Look at who just came!!!" Before any of them could say anything, the young woman with the colorful hair grabbed Morpheus by the hand and dragged him to the living room, were he was greeted by the sight of someone that he never thought he'd ever see again

"Hey brother, it's been a while" Destruction said with a smile, the same one that he always had seen in his memories. He chuckled as his elder brother hugged him tightly, almost crying "Missed you too, bud..missed you too" The red headed gentle giant patted the doctor's back, nodding to his sister Despair who had decided to show up "It's good to see you both again" She said, her lips almost smiling but not lifting up. Soon the pair broke the hug and the rest of the evening was spent with laughter, stories exchanged. As soon as everyone got in their pajamas, they all sat down with hot cocoa to watch Mary Poppins.

"Thank you, for all of this" Morpheus muttered as he snuggled against his lover, lifting his head up to gaze in those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, so full of warmth and love. "Anytime, my love" He hummed happily as his forehead was kissed, making him sink deeper into his lover's chest. The siblings were all reunited, and this time nothing could ever tear them apart

#dreamling #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #journalist! hob x mad doctor! dream au #the sandman fanfiction #dream x hob #MorpheusLittleSheep #have some sibling sweetness #n o i did not almost cry while writing the hug part nu huh #love in the lab au

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