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Description: Taehyung catches the attention of the one curious girl.

Genre: Fluff/Smut/Angst

Mentions of: alcohol, smoking cigarettes, drugs and swearing.

Word count: 1520

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Originally posted by kookiemonster1997

part one - part two - part three

“I don’t do drugs, I am a drug.”

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Unexpected (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

A/N: This is the second part of the story “A maid for Ahkmenrah. I hope you like this one and you can read the first part here.

Word count : 1,662


After your passionate night with the young prince, you began to see each other very regularly. In that night you confessed your feelings for each other and since then your love for Ahkmenrah grew every day. During the day, it was also hard for you to act normal because every time you saw him, you wanted to jump right into his arms and be held by him. Ahkmenrah felt the same; all he wanted to do was spend every second with his love.

You often used to meet at his chamber or have a walk at night. But sneaking out of the palace was a big deal because guards were positioned everywhere, watching out for intruders or strangers. Nevertheless, you always found your way to your beloved prince. Also, going to his chamber after your work was difficult. One day, Kiya asked you where you went because you weren’t in your bed and you nearly had a heart attack. What would you tell her?

You tried not to panic; claiming that you needed a walk to clear your mind. But Kiya didn’t seem to believe you. You wondered if she suspected anything. After that unpleasant confrontation you tried to be very careful. Luckily nothing happened anymore.

Spending your time with Ahkmenrah was incredible.  Every time he proved you how much you meant to him. He used to give you little gifts; like flowers or even jewelry. You told him he didn’t need to do that but the young man refused to listen to you. You also spent your nights with sweet love making and talking. Lying beside him, his arms wrapped around your waist securely and only listening to his voice was the thing you loved the most about your meetings. If you went out, Ahkmenrah brought you to his favorite place where the chance that you got caught was very low, and talked to you for the whole night. You never got bored of him.

But one day would come that would change everything.

You woke up with extreme headaches and your stomach hurt badly. You made your way to the bathroom to freshen up and ready yourself for work, but suddenly you ended up puking in the toilet. While emptying your stomach, Kiya stepped into the room and caught you by your actions. She held back your hair, so they wouldn’t get dirty. After you were finished, you rested your back against the wall.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Kiya asked.

You only nodded your head, trying to breathe normally.

“I don’t think so. You look very pale.”

“I’m fine, Kiya,” you insisted.

But Kiya only crossed her arms. “I think you should stay in bed today. I don’t need you while you’re sick.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows. “But I need to work!”

“Do what I’m saying, (Y/N)!” Kiya commanded.

You couldn’t do anything but obey her. She helped you up and you slowly went back to your chamber. “Go and see a healer! And only come back if you feel better!” You heard Kiya shouting behind you.

The next day you felt better and started working again. Resting for a day felt good. As Ahkmenrah asked you why didn’t came that night you told him you were sick. And of course, like the person he was, he overreacted a bit and was instantly worried about you. “But you’re okay now, aren’t you?”

You laughed and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Yes my love, I’m fine.”

After a few months you experienced the biggest shock of your life. You were cleaning the dishes as one of the servants asked you a very strange question. “Have you gained weight, (Y/N)?”

You turned to her with a confused expression on your face. “Excuse me?”

“I asked if you gained weight. Your stomach looks a bit bigger.”

You looked down to your belly and indeed she was right.

“I-I don’t know,” you stuttered, “probably.” But somehow you didn’t believe yourself. How could you gain weight if you barely ate anything? The girl left luckily, without asking any further question. You laid your hands on your stomach, suspecting it. And then suddenly, it hit you. “No!” you whispered shocked, your eyes wide open and your heart racing in your chest. “It can’t be!” Tears appeared in your eyes. If that was what you thought, then you were done.

You finished your work earlier and explained to Kiya that you needed to see your parents because you missed them. Kiya acted very grumpy but she knew you hadn’t seen them for a long time; that’s why she approved you to pay them a visit. But in reality, you weren’t going to see your parents, you were meeting your best friend who was a medic and especially specialized for pregnancy.

She was very happy to see you and gave you a tight and loving hug. “Long time no see, (Y/N)! How you’ve been?” She inquired.

“I’ve been very well,” you answered.

You chatted about different things before things became more serious. “Monifa, I came for another reason actually,” you said.

She looked at you questioningly. “What’s the matter? Did something happen?” You could see in her eyes that she was very worried.

“I came for a checkup. I-I would like to know if I’m pregnant.”

Her green eyes widened for a second and she stared at you with her mouth open. “Uhmm… Uh…O-of course…” She stuttered. She asked you to take off your clothes except for your undergarments. She lifted up your undershirt and examined your breasts to find out if they become bigger and also had a look on your belly.

Then she measured your pulse and observed your skin color. You couldn’t keep your eyes away from her. The whole time you were afraid that she would confirm your biggest fear. “Put on your clothes, (Y/N).” She told you after she was finished. Besides, she looked again at your belly. “I’m very sure you’re pregnant, (Y/N).” That sentence made your insides shudder. You felt like your whole world crumbled down right in front of your eyes. You? Pregnant? Please no!

“May I ask who the father is?” Monifa questioned.

You stood there completely frozen, not even moving a muscle. Monifa knew instantly that something was wrong with you.

She asked again. “(Y/N), who is the father?”  She laid her hands on your shoulder, looking worriedly at you.

You were able to move your lips and only one name escaped.

“Ahkmenrah.”

***

Ahkmenrah was studying in the library, but couldn’t really concentrate on his notes. The only thing he could think about was you. You had been ignoring him almost for a week without telling him the reason why. He wondered if he did something wrong. Whenever he tried to talk to you, you were either busy or didn’t want to talk. He felt totally desperate.

After a while his brother Kahmunrah joined him. As Ahkmenrah noticed someone entering the library, he lifted up his head and greeted his older brother politely. “Good afternoon, brother.”  Kahmunrah only stared at him; an evil grin was plastered on his lips. Ahkmenrah’s smile faded. He noticed that Kahmunrah must have come for no good reason.

“You’re very smart brother.” Kahmunrah said. “Very smart.”

Ahkmenrah furrowed his eyebrows, looking at the man questioningly. “Excuse me?”

Kahmunrah took his notes away, snapped them shut and threw them on the desk. Ahkmenrah gazed at him bewildered. “I mean, I never knew that you were sleeping with a servant.” Kahmunrah continued. “How did you do that without father even realizing it?”

Shock ran through Ahkmenrah’s whole body as he heard what his brother said a moment ago. His heart stopped for a second. “H-how… How do you know that?” He breathed, feeling like someone kicked him right into his stomach.

“So it is true, little brother? You and that (Y/N) girl have a secret relationship? This not a proper behavior of yours, isn’t it?” Kahmunrah said, now going up and down, his eyes never leaving the young man in front of him. Ahkmenrah bit his tongue nervously. He knew he was in big trouble. And Kahmunrah knowing his secret was even worse. He knew exactly how his brother was. Evil.

“What do you want, Kahmunrah?” He asked then.

“Oh I just came to tell you that the future pharaoh is expecting a child.” He laughed villainous.

Ahkmenrah stood up from his chair aggressively. “What are you talking about?!” He almost screamed but managed not to raise his voice.

“You’re little whore is pregnant, brother. That’s what I’m telling you.”

Seeing that malicious grin on his face urged Ahkmenrah to punch his brother right into his face. But he tried to calm down his nerves. He let his hands run down his face before he continued speaking. Inwardly he told himself not to freak out. “Where do you know that?” He questioned.

“I have my sources.” Kahmunrah only replied. “But I’m telling you, Ahk, father will not be pleased when he finds out about the news. Who knows what he’ll do?” He made a gesture like he was thinking. “Oh!” Kahmunrah exclaimed then. “We all know what he’ll do! She will be executed!”

An evil laugh escaped from his throat while Ahkmenrah was at the edge of crying. “Poor little servant… She’s going to lose her life because of your carelessness. Not even that, she’s also going to lose her child.”

After he was finished harassing his younger brother, Kahmunrah left the library with a vicious laugh, leaving the young man completely dumbfounded.

Ahkmenrah stared down on his desk, supporting his shaky arms on it. His heart raced terribly in his chest and he felt like he would collapse right that second. He tried to breathe normally, but it came out suffocated. (Y/N) was pregnant?  What did he do? Tears covered his eyes, then falling down his cheeks. He made a huge mistake and now his love was going to pay for it.

Title: Better Off Beautiful
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Peter Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: Self-hatred
Word Count: 1,090
Notes: Request from anon for “Helloooooooooo! I love your blog! I was wondering if you could write a Peter Maximoff fic based off ‘Better Off Dead’ by Sleeping With Sirens where the reader seriously (COMPLETELY) hates herslef and one day Peter just finds a notebook in her room where she has a long-ass list of things to hate about herself? Its a bit weird but could you maybe write this? Tysm!!😙😙” // Always remember that you should work towards loving yourself entirely on your own, rather than wishing for someone to come along and make it so. Everyone is beautiful and perfect in their own way, regardless of the opinions of others. I really hope this fic made you feel a bit better, but please remember that you must love yourself first and foremost. ♥

Originally posted by quicksilver-gifs

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The sun will always thaw the winter - Part 1

Request from @fandom-rpblog: Hey. Can you please do a one-shot or story where reader/y-n was created by hydra to be like the female equivalent of the winter soldier, (Cuz there were some missions that they couldn’t have tws just barging in so they would go like under cover as like a couple or something like that you can decide on that if you want.) But like bucky she had a life before. Where ever tws goes she went and they got separated and after hydra fell they found each other again. possible love/fluff/smut or all 3

Note: Okay so I have decided that given that this request holds a substantial amount of history between the characters it will be a series. I’m not sure how long it will be yet but once I have an idea I will let you all know <3

The Winter Soldier x Hydra!Reader

Words: 1,781

Warnings: Torture, violence and fighting…..think that’s all. Anything I have missed let me know!

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

You were surrounded by a sea of pink flowers as you rolled around rather childishly with the young man that had stolen your heart. His hazel coloured eyes were so intense that each time you looked at them you found yourself drowning in them. His smile was enough to make you melt on the spot and as you stopped rolling, ending up underneath him, that was exactly what you were faced with…his gorgeous smile and the twinkle in his eyes drawing you right in.

The image faded from your mind briefly as you found your surroundings turning more hostile. There were numerous people stood around you as you felt a heavy contraption surrounding your head. It felt like you had been hit by a train, or a rather large truck in the very least, and as you felt yourself beginning to fall back in unconsciousness a thick accent spoke out to you.

“What is your name?

“[f/n] [l/n] My name is [f/n] [l/n]…” Yours words croaked themselves out, barely even audible to anyone else in the room other than the male stood beside you, but even as you said them you could feel them beginning to drift away already –almost like as you remembered it the memory left you not long after. “I’m from…..I’m from Brooklyn….”

“She needs another wipe.”

“Yes sir.”

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The First Time (Star Lord Reader Insert)

CHRIST it’s been 5ever since I posted a fic but we back son with a story that’s fre$h as the dickens so enjoy kiddos

Anon Request: Busty!dom!reader x starlord. Starlord and reader are a new couple and have yet to have sex, quill ends up resorting to masturbating but gets caught by reader and is punished. If you could make this into a story I would be sooooo happy. (Ps your fanfictions are awesome! I read all of them in one night. Too good

Warnings: read the goddam summary above you wet sock

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Stepping out onto the ship’s cool floor, you wrapped yourself in a warm towel as you listened to the sound of water droplets colliding with the hard metal floor. You crossed the small bathroom area to the mirror, wiping away the fogginess to be met with your own distinct face. Even with the poor lighting, you seemed to be somewhat glowing.

And how could you not be? You were happily dating Peter Quill.

He’d asked you out a little more than a week or so ago. It was kind of insane. Even though you had a thing for him for the longest time, you’d never expect him to be in a committed relationship. He told you he barely believed that he was doing it himself, but that he had “not just sexy” feelings for you and wanted you to be his. And while romance wasn’t really in Quill’s vocabulary, it didn’t fail to make your heart leap.

So here you were, about a week into your relationship, with a dumb smile constantly plastered on your face. You were completely lost in that honeymoon phase. He made you happy in every way possible: his stupid jokes, the way he’d wrap you up in his arms whenever he got the chance, and his brash, but sincere, compliments.

But there was an aspect of your relationship that hadn’t been touched upon yet: sex.

It’s not like you didn’t want it because, dear Lord, who wouldn’t want it? The problem was that there wasn’t ever any time. Missions, fatigue from missions, and the four other people living in this cramped vessel were the things standing in your way. And, to be honest, you could tell Peter was getting more and more impatient each day.

It was almost funny, the way he was starting to get cranky and hormonal like a teenage boy. You’d catch him in a heated staring contest with your breasts more than few times and he wasn’t embarrassed about it either. And when things did get hot and heavy only to be cut short, he wasn’t quiet about his discontent.

You smiled a little to yourself as you reminisced about your new love, you walked out onto the ship in a fresh t-shirt and shorts. It was strangely quiet for once, so you spent a good 10 minutes searching for any sign of life until you found a note on the main table:

“Back soon -Rocket… and Groot (he made me add him in).”

Shrugging, you put the note back on the table and ran your fingers through your damp hair. In a way, you were sort of thankful for your time alone.

A moment or so later, your ears picked up a funny noise, something like a low rumbling. You brushed it off as one of the ship's’ weird little rackets, but there it was again. Only this time, you could make out the words.

Baby…” Seems as though you weren’t as alone as you thought.

You were genuinely confused and you decided to explore. The sounds continued on and off, getting louder each time and subsequently leading you down to yours and Peter’s shared bunk. The door was shut, but you could still make out what was going on in there. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile as you cheeks heated up from what you like to call “secondhand mortification”.

Judging from the now-obvious moaning, he was currently… taking care of business. It made you feel a little dirty and you didn’t want to just waltz on in there, so you thought you’d just let him finish and act like this never happened.

(Y/N)…” he groaned sensually. That changed your mind, for he was practically begging for you.

You felt a warmth rush through you and your heart rate picked up, for you were slowly filling with excitement.

Without thinking, you hit the button and opened the door. You winced at the loud, metal slam of the door. However, Peter was unfazed because, lucky for you, he had his walkman blasting in his ears.

He was lying down on the bed, one hand behind his head as he stroked himself with the other. His pants and underwear were bunched around his ankles, exposing his muscular calves and robust thighs. And, unsurprisingly, he was well endowed. His shirt was riding up his torso, showing off his abs as well. It wasn’t his package on or his lovely body that turned you on, per se, but rather the look on his face and his throaty moans.

Quill’s face was wonderfully twisted, his eyebrows knit together and lips slightly parted. The way his teeth came down on his bottom lip when saying the ‘f’ in fuck sent something wonderful through you.

Then some self awareness hit you and realized you had been standing in the doorway like a total creep, so you decided to take some initiative. Peter’s eyes were still closed and you were a little surprised he hadn’t noticed you yet. Probably too caught up in himself as his hand picked up a little bit of speed.

You crept towards the side of the bed, leaning in close towards his head. Stealthily pulling away one headphone, you lips barely brushed against his ear.

“Having fun?” you whispered. Peter’s eyes shot open at an alarming speed and he sat up rapidly, taking his walkman off and tossing it aside. He began pulling up his pants as he let out a breath.

“I thought you were out with the others. What are you doing here?” he asked a little nervously, his face a bit pink. Was he embarrassed? This was certainly new.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you said suavely, crawling on the bed towards him. When Peter met your eyes, he saw something in them that he’d never seen before. Something one could only describe as control.

You swiftly pushed him back against the bed and straddled his waist. Rolling your hips against him, you felt his hard-on through his pants. Quill sucked in a breath and moved his hands to touch you only to have you quickly grab his wrists and slam them above his head. Now, he was strong enough to get out of the lock you had him in, but he had lost any ounce of fight left in him. He was yours now, under your control.

“This is gonna be a lot more fun for me than it will be for you,” you whispered against the shell of his ear. You delighted in the feeling of him shiver underneath you.

“Really now?” he muttered.

“Really,” you answered, nibbling on his ear lobe. “You see, you’re in trouble. Only bad boys touch themselves, and then they’re punished.” You reached down and palmed him through his pants. His hips bucked upwards slightly in response, wanting more, but you removed your hand completely.

Letting go of his arms, you sat up and removed your shirt. Lust flickered heavily in his eyes when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra and you smirked in his direction.

“So what’s first? Spanking?” he joked with that cocky smile he always wore. Oh man, you were going to enjoy wiping that clean off his face.

“First, you only speak when I tell you to,” you reprimanded. “Otherwise, we won’t get to your treat at all.” That shut him up real quick.

You leaned down to press your lips to his, kissing him fervently. You bit down on his bottom lip, earning a rumbling groan. Moving past his lips, you dragged your lips across his facial scruff to his jaw, then down to his neck. His hand grasped your upper thigh tightly as you bit into his skin, then ran your tongue across the bite mark. Still mounted on him, you ground yourself against him once more.

“Son of a bitch,” he whined breathlessly.

“Who’s in charge?”

This wasn’t natural for Peter, not being the one who calls all the shots. Listening to others wasn’t something he did often, that’s why he was so hesitant to answer. But something awakened inside him, a sense of submission. So when you demanded an answer, Peter gave over his last bit of control to you.

“You are.”

“Say it again.”

“You’re in charge.” You grinned into the crook of his neck before tugging his shirt over his head. His chest was firm against your own as you marked him with dark hickeys. Peter’s hands seemed to be everywhere at once; holding your thighs, grabbing your ass, tangled in your hair as if he were determined to get a full feel for you. Removing his hands from your body, you pinned them on either side of him.

“Keep your hands to yourself. Got it?” Instead of a verbal answer, he only nodded. “What a good boy you are, learning so quickly.”

Inching down his body, you let your mouth trail down his toned body. He was good at not saying any words, but he wasn’t completely silent. His breathing was audible, chest heaving as you got closer to his desired area. Quill groaned loudly as you released him from his restraining garments.

You licked all the way up his length, keeping your eyes focused on his lovely expression. The way his face changed, utterly desperate with need made heat pool between your legs.

“I heard you say my name earlier,” you cooed, dominance heavy in your tone. “Tell me what you were thinking about.” You took him into your warm mouth, but only a little bit. Teasing him by only sucking on the tip.

“I-I was thinking about you,” he breathed, hands traveling to tangle in your hair. “The shape of your ass and your breasts. Fuck, you’re so damn sexy.” You scaled his body again to, this time, ravage his collar with kisses and bites whilst still pumping his cock agonizingly slowly in your hand. He looked as though he were about to burst.

“What else?” His hips were rising off the bed, so you stopped completely. “Stay still,” you warned. “Tell me what else you were thinking about, Peter.”

“How badly I wanna fuck you.” Humming against his hot skin, you got off the bed completely. He watched quietly and intently as you took off your shorts and panties, kicking them aside. While Quill raked your body with his eyes, you smirked at him.

Crawling back towards him on the bed, confusion filled those blue eyes as you climbed up to sit on his stomach.

“I know you can use that pretty little mouth for other uses than talking,” you explained nonchalantly. “So now, you’re gonna eat me out.”

He wordlessly obliged, scooting himself down to meet the level of your heated core. Lowering yourself down, you were met with the new feeling of his warm, wet tongue. He slid it all the way from your entrance to your clit and making obscene noise as he got his first taste of you. Grabbing fistfuls of his hair, you moaned cried at the wonderful sensation. He was good with his tongue, relentlessly making patterns in a desperate effort to make you cum.

“Fuck, Peter, oh my God…” You forgot about the “no touching” rule as he grabbed your hips and tugged, encouraging you to ride his face. He sucked on your clit, adding to the building pressure. Within moments, you were calling his name to the heavens as he lapped up everything you gave him.

You straddled his waist again and kissed his swollen lips, getting a taste of yourself on them. Then you sat up, looking down at his flushed skin and messy hair. You reveled in the sight of your handy work; the few love bites littered around his neck and collarbone.

“Speak.”

“You taste so good, (Y/N), but, fuck, I need you so badly right now.” Even Quill himself was a little surprised at the words that had fallen off his tongue. The great Star Lord, legendary outlaw, was currently begging. This couldn’t get any better.

Yet, his punishment had gone on long enough and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t need him as well. So you scooted down to his waist and hovered right above for a split second before slowly sliding down on him. The moan that escaped his lips was almost song-like and you could listen to it on repeat. Peter threw his head back against the pillow as you slid down further. You knew he wanted to say something, some dirty comment about how wet you were but he held himself back by clenching his jaw tightly. You whimpered yourself, his thickness filling you to the brim. Just as his calloused landed on your hips, you grabbed his wrists and pinned them down above his head for the third time.

“What was the rule?”

“Please,” he whined, “I gotta touch you.” Leaning down to kiss him, you let go of his hands as a notion that he may touch you. He immediately started feeling all around you as if it were the last time he ever would. It was a lovely feeling, his rough hand in contrast to your smooth skin.

Rolling your hips against his, you started up a rhythm and started bouncing on him slightly. His own hips bucked upwards to meet yours and his fingers dug so deeply into your waist you knew there’d be marks.

“Ah shit, I’m close,” he grunted between heavy pants. You let out a breathy laugh and stopped your movements all together. His eyes unscrewed and he looked up at you in wide-eyed confusion. You grabbed his strong jaw in order to make sure he was paying attention to your words.

“No way, baby, you don’t get to cum until I say so,” you directed, the inner domineer in you coming out once more. He opened his mouth to object but you shot him a look that let him know you meant business. No matter how much he didn’t agree with this, God, he needed to get off.

You placed your hands on his strong chest to steady yourself and started up a rhythm again. A low growl erupted from deep within his throat and he moved more, fast and hard, determined to make you climax.

You did, in no time. Crying out his name, your tightening around him wasn’t helping Quill at all with his own orgasm. He quickly spat out a plea to release, to which you breathlessly accepted. Pressing your chest to his, he lifted his head to bite into your shoulder as he unloaded within you.

Returning from the edge, you lied next to him. Peter wrapped his arms around you, his skin sweaty but gleaming.

“That was…” he began followed by some incoherent sound to define how good the sex just was. You giggled, leaning more into him. “But don’t think you’re gonna get away with that. Because next time, sweetheart, you’re in trouble,” he growled into your neck, smacking your ass playfully.

Yeyyy!

Originally posted by noctis-ouji

Just dating Prompto Argentum things:

  • You are oh so lucky to have sunshine incarnate as your boyfriend, Prompto Argentum. He’s just so… Fresh. Outwardly, he’s funny, goofy, sweet and chipper, but its not like he’s some dumb blonde. Prompto also has depth, street smarts and understands the true value of smile during tough times. Anyone should be so lucky to have Prompto in their lives and you have him as your partner. Ohh I’m so jealous!

  • So before you date, there’s a point where the guys get really frustrated at Prompto for mentioning your name. He just wants to talk about you so much. All the time. Every day. The blond worries about what you think of him because he’s not cool like Noctis, he’s not super intelligent like Ignis and he’s not buff and charismatic like Gladio. What if you prefer any of them over him? Like, he can’t match up to that. His feelings for you bring out a lot of insecurities and it’s not until you’re actually dating that these negative feelings ease off a little bit. Remember to reassure him that you love him for being himself. You don’t want someone like Noctis or Ignis or Gladiolus. You want Prompto and only him! It makes the blonde really happy to hear it.

  • Oh boy, I hope you like getting your photos taken because Prompto will be very hard to stop. If you’re insistent he won’t show anyone else the photos, but he totally wants to take them for himself. Maybe just let him indulge in his photography of you. Let’s be real, they’re the best looking photos that you’ve seen of yourself. Your boyfriend is an amazing photographer and somehow manages to capture the best sides of you at the best moments. “I dunno, I guess I just want people to see you how I see you…” He sheepishly tries to explain one day. God, he’s so cute. He needs to be punched in the mouth with your mouth immediately.

  • Speaking of photos, so many selfies. So many! The ones with you and Prompto are really cute, but some of the best ones are honestly the ones where the boys are photobombing you with silly faces and poses. There are two that Prompto ends up giving you to carry around, one with just you and him at sunset in Lestallum and another where the guys are photobombing you with chocobos in the background. It’s the only photo you’ve see where Noctis is pulling a cross-eyed face. It’s fantastic.

  • Dates involving chocobos. Enough said. Don’t love the chocobo more than you’re boyfriend though. He’ll get a bit jealous! One memorable date involves going to the farm, meeting Wiz and allll the cute fat baby chocobos. You spend the day looking after them with Prompto. It’s absolutely adorable watching your boyfriend with the hatchlings.
    “Check it out, I’m such a chick magnet!” The blond snickers with an armful of fluffy yellow chicks. Maybe one is nestled in his hair on top of his head. Hhhhhhhhhhh so cute, another punch in the mouth with your mouth is very much required. 

  • So Prompto will definitely try to show off. He can’t warp like Noctis can, he’s not super strong like Gladio and he can’t come up with perfect strats like Ignis, but honey, you will not find a better sharpshooter around. Prompto can execute the most amazing shots during battle at amazing speed and incredible accuracy. It’s kind of terrifying and all kinds of impressive! Be sure to praise Prompto over his skills, he’ll loooooove it. It gives him so much confidence and he kind of melts when you gush over anything he does. Prompto is also really good at singing? I mean sure he just whistles or jokingly hums and sings tunes on the road, but sometimes you’ll catch him actually singing and holy shit if it doesn’t get you giddy at least a little bit, you are lying through your damned teeth.

  • He’ll confess to you eventually that sometimes he doesn’t feel like he belongs. For some reason, Prompto never quite tells you the whole story until he’s ready, but seeing the blond so down is heart wrenching. Be sure to let him know that despite how he feels, no matter what, he will always have a place with you.
    “I’ll be your home, Prompto. You don’t have to worry.”
    He can’t really believe it at first, but you can tell he’s grateful as he gathers you up in his arms and gives you a tight hug and a gentle kiss.
Can you imagine?

Request: You’re reading for Maria at the Hamilton workshop, but you’re far more interested in Eliza than Alexander.

Pairing: Phillipa Soo x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,733

A/N: here’s day six of the @hamwriters‘ writeathon a bit late- also known as first time day! I know Pippa wasn’t actually part of the workshop cast but I’ve fiddled with it bc reasons. I’ve not written pippa x reader before so here goes

The room was empty except for a circle of chairs and a piano. You paused awkwardly in the doorway, checking the room number you had hastily scribbled down again. It definitely said room twenty, but what if you had heard wrong over the phone?

You wiped your hands on your jeans and walked in. “Hello?” you called apprehensively, peering around. You had had the call last night- Lin-Manuel Miranda of ‘In the Heights’ fame wanted you to read for a part in his new musical.

Which was apparently a rap musical about Alexander Hamilton. Okay.

Since no one else seemed to be there, you sat down in one of the chairs and fiddled with your phone, debating the merits of downloading an inane game to pass the time. You started to hum the song that had been on the radio in the taxi that had brought you there. 

Almost ten minutes later, just as you were halfway through singing What the heck I gotta do, someone appeared in the doorway. “Hello, hello, hello!” Lin-Manuel Miranda grinned as he walked in, “sorry I’m late.”

You looked around at the other empty chairs. “It’s alright- you’re not the only one.”

He frowned, as if he’d only just noticed that the two of you were the only ones there. “That’s weird.” He pulled out his phone and fired off a text. 

“I’m Y/N,” you said, half-getting out of your chair, “I’m reading for-” you checked your notes, “Peggy Schuyler and Maria Reynolds?”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Lin held up his own script, which was covered in scribbled annotations in messy handwriting, “I’m your Hamilton.”

You raised an eyebrow and were about to respond when the doors open again and a couple of people arrived- you recognised Chris Jackson from In the Heights and Daveed Diggs, whose music you had started to listen to as soon as you found out he would be in the show. 

You stayed sat in your chair as everyone started to settle down, some stopping to say hi to others before they made it to their seats. You looked to your right and felt your jaw drop. A beautiful girl, her dark hair pulled back in a high ponytail, and wearing a flowery scoop-neck and knee-length skirt, had taken the seat beside you.

She looked up and met your gaze. You hastily smiled. “Hi,” you said, voice higher than usual from nerves that made your heart thump particularly hard.

She smiled back and you knew you were lost- her smile was soft and gentle, her eyes kind and a dark brown. “Hi,” she said, “I’m Pippa.”

“Y/N,” you returned, throat dry, “Nice to meet you.” 

Before you could make a fool of yourself, Lin clapped his hands and stood up. “So,” he grinned, “you’ve all heard my admittedly terrible demos, you’ve all got scripts. I’m Lin and this,” Lin gestured to Alex, who stood up from behind his keyboard and waved, “is the genius behind the music, Alex Lacamoire.”

Everyone murmured a hello as Lin took a seat. Alex cleared his throat. “We’ll run through the songs in order,” he said, “starting with Alexander Hamilton.” He sat down again and played a couple of scales. “Is everyone warmed up?”

You nodded, having done some exercises before everyone else arrived. Everyone else nodded too, and you wondered if that had been why they were late. 

Scanning the lyrics for Alexander Hamilton again, you remembered that you only had the one line in it: “Me? I loved him”, so you settled back to hear everyone else. 

Utkarsh grinned and introduced the musical as Burr, looking as if he wanted to be moving about the room even though it was a read-through. Chris, Javier, Joshua, and Daveed joined soon after. It felt somehow tense but freeing to be in the room- it felt like the beginning of something, you realised.

Then Pippa started to sing- quietly, soprano- and you saw her face change with real emotion. Too quickly her part was over and you joined in with the others to sing the ensemble part. 

Alex gave feedback after you finished running through the first two songs and Lin scribbled furiously all over his script and sheet music, muttering about tempo and line changes as he did so. He asked Chris to try some new lyrics, got Daveed to swap a line with Joshua, and asked Pippa to sing her line with a crescendo instead of diminuendo and a slightly different inflection.

The next two songs went much the same, except that you only sang the ensemble parts, watching Lin rap his way through My Shot  with impressive speed. Then you moved onto Schuyler Sisters. You, Pippa, and Anika all got up so Lin could see your dynamics, standing in the middle of the circle of chairs. 

Utkarsh narrated again from the sidelines and your stomach did a flip when Pippa took your hand to ‘tug’ you into the circle properly. You bumped your hip against hers when you sang your first line, almost stuttering when she returned the gesture. Everyone sang the ensemble part and you stepped forward.

You put your hands on your hips and turned to face your ‘sisters’, “Daddy said to be home by sundown-”

Anika shrugged. “Daddy doesn’t need to know.”

You pouted. “Daddy said not to go downtown-”

Pippa raised an eyebrow and pointed towards the door, “Like I said you’re free to go-

After Schuyler Sisters you didn’t have much to do beyond singing the ensemble part. Instead you sat on your chair and watched Pippa perform Helpless, something twisting tightly in your chest when she kissed Lin at the end.

You wondered if you could change Satisfied to be about Eliza instead.

-

It was lunch time before you reached the end of the first act. “Well done,” Lin called to everyone after the end of Non-Stop, “you can all take an hour or so for lunch and afterwards we’ll work on Act two.”

“After we try some changes to Non-Stop,” Alex interrupted firmly, making everybody grin. There hadn’t been a single song that hadn’t been followed by Lin scribbling on his script and Alex on his sheet music, followed immediately by calls for corrections or alterations. 

You grabbed your bag, wondering where to go. You didn’t know many places around the are but surely there’d be a Starbucks or something nearby. As you stuffed your jumper into your bag, you heard someone clear their throat. 

You straightened to find Pippa standing there, a nervous smile on her face. “Do you have plans for lunch?” she asked, adjusting the strap of her bag, “I was wondering if you wanted to grab something- there’s a nice café around the corner-”

You were so surprised that you did nothing but gape for a moment. Pippa’s smile faded. “If you don’t want to-”

“No I do!” you found your voice and interrupted her, “I’d love to.”

Pippa’s smile returned full-force and she fell into step beside you as you headed out, waving goodbye to Lin and Alex where they were hunched over Lin’s script, whispering and scribbling. 

You and Pippa settled down in the corner of the café, hot drinks and sandwiches cluttering up the tiny table. “So,” Pippa said as she pulled her hair out of its ponytail, “how did you end up here?”

“I worked with Lac on a project a couple of months ago,” you explained. You took a bite of your sandwich, “I wasn’t singing for him, just managing some stuff- but he heard me in the break room.”

Pippa laughed and raised her cup. “To what a little break room singing can do,” she suggested. You giggled and raised your cup too, tapping it against hers. You both took a sip, wincing when you realised it was still a little too hot to drink.

“Broadway, huh?” Pippa gazed dreamily out of the window in the direction of the Richard Rogers, “Can you imagine?”

You could see Pippa up there, inspiring joy and sadness and astonishment. “Yeah,” you murmured. Her hand was resting on the table and you wondered if it would be too soon to take it.

The first song after you came back was ensemble time for you again. Pippa joined you as you welcome Daveed, cocky and enthusiastic as Jefferson, home again. Then you sat back to watch Lin and Daveed spit their arguments to each other and then watched Javier and Pippa try to persuade Lin to take a break.

Javier knelt down to be Philip, miming the piano tune that Lac played in the intro. You stifled a smile and bit back a laugh when Pippa tried to beat-box. “I’ll learn,” she promised Lin in the feedback session. He gave her a hard look but nodded.

“For this one, Y/N,” Lin said, “your job is to be sexy.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and stammered out your agreement. You saw Pippa grin out of the corner of your eye and steeled yourself to try your best. Lin had reassured you that you didn’t need to kiss him, even though it was scripted.

Utkarsh introduced the scene again, handing over the narration to Lin after a moment. You stared at your line and anxiously calculated your cue. “I know you are a man of honour,” you sang, meeting Lin’s gaze. He was giving you his best smoulder and you fought back a grin, “I’m so sorry to bother you at home.

You gathered your things, ready to leave. Lin and Alex had praised everyone’s efforts and reminded you to return next week to work with any changes that they might have made during the week. You shouldered your bag and turned to go, only to find Pippa standing there.

“This is starting to become a regular thing,” you laughed, stepping back a little.

Pippa laughed. “I was wondering…” she looked uncertain, poised on the balls of her feet as if she was about to run for it, “if you wanted to grab dinner with me.” She flushed a pretty pink and lowered her gaze, “you know, as a date.”

You took her hand hesitantly and squeezed it. “I’d love that,” you said quietly, relieved when she squeezed back. 

The two of you headed out, hands hesitantly linked between you. You could have sworn you saw Lin wink at you as you passed him, but brushed it off. You’d rather have Eliza.

2

007-HIPONEA [Hippocampus-Pony-Sea]
-Water
-The Sea Horse pokemon
-Ability: Torrent - River Dancer(HA)*
-Dex: “This pokemons live near water surface, where the water is clear. the position of their fins allow them to move in almost any direction while swiming. They are vey docile and smart”
-Moveset:
    -Aqua Jet
    -Headbutt
    -Bubbles
    -Soak

–>Evolves at lv. 16<–

008-RIPOCAMP [Riparian-Hippocampus]
-Water
-The Hippocampus Pokemon
-Ability: Torrent - River Dancer(HA)
-Dex: “This pokemon can live in both pure and salt water, and they are often seen on rivers and lakes where water is pure. They often jump outside water in complex coreographys, leading people to beleive they are dancing.”
-Moveset:
    -Dive
    -Brine
    -Aqua Tail
    -Iron Tail

–>Evolves at lv. 36<–

009-DISTILLION [Distillation-Stallion]
-Water/Steel
-The Sea Knight Pokemon
-Ability: Torrent - River Dancer(HA)
-Dex: “Legends tell this pokemon serve the gods of the sea as they royal knights. They can swim even o the abyss without problems, and can move on land by separating its tail into legs-like apendages.”
-Moveset:
-Sig. Move: Hydrosword “The user creates a blade out of compressed water, harder than steel. This attack always results in a critical hit”
   Type: Water
   PP: 10 (max 16)
   Power: 60
   Accuracy: 100%
    -Surf
    -Mirror Shot
    -Aqua Ring

–>Using Distillionite<– 

MEGA DISTILLION 
-Water/Fairy
-Ability: Fairy Fountain**
-Sig. Move: Hydrosword 
-Moveset:
   -Hydro Pump
   -Dazzling Gleam
   -Mirror Shot


* ”The pokemon Speed will increase when hit by a water-type move.“ 

**  "This Pokemon Water-type moves are treated as Fairy-type moves simultaneously”

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“Yeah, I’ll be there in a few!”  You spoke to your sister into the Bluetooth connected to your car, “Can’t wait to see the little guy.”

           “Telling me he wasn’t house trained would’ve been helpful,” You heard your sister mumble into the phone, “He peed everywhere, Y/n.”

           You rolled your eyes, “I’m sure that’s not––“

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