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amaranthineghost · 5 months

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hello!!!

can you do a one shot/ fanfic that Lando has been dating Y/N since they were 15/16, so for a long time, and she just found out she’s pregnant. you can come up with how they would react and how lando would react but i’d love if they were unsure of it in the beginning, but it grew on them as time went by.

thanks!!!!

| OUR WORLD IN YOUR HANDS ( lando norris. ) |

ꕥ pairing: lando x reader

ꕥ summary: they hadn't planned for pregnancy, but it changed their life.

ꕥ authors note: enjoyed writing it more than I thought I would honestly. tried to make it so she was more unsure than he was and in the end, I liked it. working on incorporating more dialogue in the future because it is definitely not my strong suit. I'll also alternate between requests and my own ideas so if you requested something, keep it in mind <3

ꕥ warnings: mentions of alcohol, sex, barely mentions thoughts of abortion

TWO RED LINES. her heart had skipped a beat, more like several as she stared at the dark red line and a faded pink one next to it. she couldn't believe her eyes. it couldn't be possible, it repeated in her mind.

but it obviously was. they hadn't been very careful, they're young and dumb and in love. two people so deeply in love that they couldn't care less. at least she thought they did at the time.

staring at the test in front of her shook her whole world, an entirely different branch of her life she'd never expect to take this soon. it was right in front of her.

despite being together for a year or two shy of a decade, it felt too soon. they were still young, had plenty of parties lined up in the near future. plenty of drunken nights running through the streets of monaco barefooted, hands intertwined as the world was focused on them. how they'd escape to the farthest rooftop, drunken makeouts leading to more as they came together under the stars.

they still had time. time to be what they'd missed as teenagers, to make memories. they had time to spend countless nights, wrapped in each other's arms under cold skies on balconies across countries, discussing their future. when they'd get married, where they'd like to live, if they ever left monaco which seemed unlikely, the places they've yet to see, how many kids they'll have and their names.

time for reckless driving through the streets of monaco with the wind crashing against them, hands raised as they cheered. he always drove to the most beautiful sight in the city, but always claimed it would never come close to the beauty she possessed.

time for runs across the beach in tiny bikinis and swim trunks as they raced on the sand. his arms capturing her waist as he tossed her around, feeling the vibrations of her laughter and screams against his skin. a feeling he'd forever cherish.

it all disappeared with a single faded line. everything she knew about their future collapsed with the test barely bigger than the length of her hand. it would affect everything.

it was conflicting. becoming a mother was all she ever dreamed and talked about, when she became older. she'd mention to her curly-haired boyfriend countless times of her dreams of having the mini versions of him running around the house they shared. the longing to see his eyes and curly hair with features of her own on another warm body. their child.

but she wasn't ready. in her mid-twenties, with years of life left to live child-free. tens of grand prix's to attend in support of her mclaren lover, watching 10 feet away from his car. nights to catch up on hours of sleep she lacked from keeping up with lando's lifestyle.

having a kid swept it all off the table. no more late night dalliances, or getting so drunk to the point where lando would have to pull over the car to hold back her hair as she threw up in the bushes.

no more parties at ungodly hours of the night, watching drunk lando stumble his way to the dj booth, giggling over a glass of alcohol at his actions.

no more sleep. she knew she'd be woken up numerous times in the night from the cries of her child, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to give up sleep yet.

and she wasn't sure lando wanted to give up formula one either. obviously, a balance between the two worlds is possible, but she knew he would want to be there with her, and she didn't know if he could.

it scared her. the thought of this changing the dynamic of their relationship on levels she couldn't even begin to think of. she's seen countless videos of how having a child completely changed the way couples worked, good and bad, and she didn't want that fifty-fifty.

she'd sat staring at the test between the tips of her fingers for a solid twenty minutes before she heard a patterned knock she grew familiar with from her beloved boyfriend.

the door muffled his voice just slightly, "darling, you 'right in there?" his hand wrapped around the now cold door handle and twisted it, but it failed to turn as it pressed into his palm.

it was unusual for her to lock the door, she knew he would question it. and she knew she couldn't use the excuse of that she's changing or showering because lando simply didn't care whenever she was. he'd sit and keep her company till she was done with whatever she was doing because it was often what they did. sit in silence, enjoying the presence of one another.

"yeah, I'm fine!" she called out to him in a rushed tone, flinching enough that she nearly dropped the test. she watched as the door knob shook, shoving the stick into the bottom of the trash temporarily. she'd remember to remove it eventually.

she turned on the sink as she hid the box of tests in the depths of the cabinet under the sink. looking at herself in the mirror, she'd wipe away the tears that built in her eyes. she didn't want him to notice, but like always he would.

from the locked door to the second she opened it, he'd watch it. she'd see him leaning on the wall just outside the door, patiently waiting for her to come out to him. he wouldn't question it, he trusted that she would eventually come around to tell him. she always did.

with the frequent trips to the bathroom and the slimmed selection of foods in the fridge, he'd suspect something, but he wouldn't know for sure. not without her word.

because for the time being, it was a secret she kept to herself, as much as she despised secrets. she felt like she was guilty to be hiding something from the person she trusted most in the world.

times when she thought the room was empty, she'd be pacing long ways back and forth with her arms crossed and her face solid. he'd watched her from the doorframe with his arms crossed against his chest, mirroring her position slightly.

times when she'd drop whatever she was doing to rush into the bathroom and spill her guts into the toilet as he held her hair and ran his fingers along the nape of her neck. she claimed it was a stomach bug, but he knew better. he also knew better than to question her words so he said nothing, but made a multitude of soups for her to sip on, taking notice of her now acute taste.

times when she'd cry over the tiniest of things, comforting her in his arms while she sobbed against the fabric of his very worn hoodie that happened to be her favorite.

it wasn't a great shock when she first told him. stuttering over her words as she fumbled with the sleeves of his long-sleeve shirt that went well past her fingertips, he could see tears brimming her eyes with her heightened sensitivity.

so when she muttered the words, "i'm pregnant," his world stopped, restarted, reloaded and stopped again when he finally processed the words. though he knew he could've expected it, hearing the confirmation leave her lips left his world tipped sideways.

but he wanted to hear it again, needed to, words breathlessly escaping his lips, "what, love?" he heard her the first time, but he wanted to hear it again. and again and again.

she choked on her words, sobbing out again, "I'm pregnant, lan," he pulled her into his chest, his hand finding it's way to the side of her head as he cradled her, pressing his lips against her hair.

as they swayed, it finally dawned on him, muttering unsure and excitedly against her head, "I'm going to be a dad?" his breathing deepened, his tongue gliding across his lips, then biting at the sensitive flesh. he felt his heart hammer in his chest, nearly comparing to when he first asked the girl out all those years ago. he reminisced the time when the biggest deal he could think of was rejection. now the girl he had crushed on when he was just a teenager just told him she's pregnant. with his kid.

part of him couldn't be happier, they had spent countless nights in bed, lying on their sides facing one another with stupid grins on their faces as they pondered their future together. whatever they wanted, it always had the other in their thoughts and plans.

this was just their plans manifesting faster than they might've hoped, and sure, he wasn't totally certain that it was the right timing after all. but this was their dream, and maybe they just needed time.

time to accept how greatly their life would be affected. he thought about how he'd have to leave her for days, weeks for his career, the few outlying times when she'd travel with him. he knew that would change, leaving her home with a new life to take care of besides her own. he hated the thought of leaving her.

they needed time to think, whether it was together or just by themselves. they needed to figure out how they'd make it through, if they could. which was a question in itself.

they needed to talk because part of her didn't think he would be so accepting of the change life threw them, permanently altering their course of life and the years to follow.

deep inside, they're scared. they knew they would've been, planned or not. it didn't make it any easier. but when he asked such a simple question, it lifted a massive weight that had been carrying on her shoulders. part of her knew he'd always be so accepting. everything is an experience after all.

with every month passed, every growth of the life within her body, he'd mention. he was the nerdy type to compare the size of the baby with fruit. he'd goggle each week with every new development she'd create. it shook his mind to even comprehend. she could make bones, organs and the tiniest lashes of their soon-to-be kid all within the confines of her body. to him, it was sacred.

and of course, he'd tell just about everyone from every team. all the drivers, mechanics, pit crew, team principals, the list goes on and so does his rants about her.

countless photos of appreciation for her on his social media, after all she was carrying his child and he was ecstatic. he'd spent every waking moment he could with her, his hands always somewhere on her, prodominantly on her growing stomach.

when he felt the first kick, he pulled his hand away sharply, looking at her with a dropped jaw and wide eyes, "it kicked me!" he'd exclaim and she slapped his shoulder, scolding him.

"don't call the baby an 'it!'"

"what else am I supposed to call it?" again, earning another slap to his bicep, and he'd look at her with a growing confused look.

"stop slapping me!" he held up his arms in defense as she scowled at him, her arms crossed over her chest. she pursed her lips before sighing as he'd replace his hand on her stomach.

"babe, I don't think this baby likes me," he looked between his hand and her eyes, feeling the movement under his palm. it was a weird sensation, something he'd never expect to feel so soon, or at all.

all she could do was laugh at the stupid expression across his face as he looked back and forth in bewilderment. the warmth from his hand, and the small calluses sent goosebumps across her skin. it incited a smirk to take place on his face, but she slapped it off. he'd expect to feel more of those as the months went by, especially with all the sly comments she'd hear slip past his lips.

with every ultrasound appointment, he'd be there. he'd make sure of it, no matter where he was or what he was doing. she also scheduled them in accordance to his race and where in the world it took place.

every time, his eyes would be locked on the screen that projected his child, a part of him in another life form. a smile always creeping into his face as he held her cold hand. more often than not, he'd get curious and try to become the technician, stealing the equipment out of the professional's hand. his girlfriend would scold him like he was some sort of dog. in response he'd groan, rolling his eyes at her.

he'd still try though, and the technician laughed it off. he'd make comments to her in reassurance, "babe, i've got this," he'd tell him as his hand with the wand came closer to her stomach.

"where's your degree then?" she snapped back, giggling at his sudden pause before he shrugged, waving it off his other hand.

" 's at home."

when the time finally came to birth their new life into the world, god did lando panic. everything he had prepared himself with went out the window when she'd mutter the words he'd been waiting to hear.

"lando," she mumbled as she sat on their couch, turning to him with wide eyes, "I think it's time." her sleeve-covered hands were at her face as she bit nervously on her nails.

he'd stutter over his words, hands in his hair, "you're joking." he'd say repeatedly as he rushed around the apartment, grabbing things. he was the type to grab everything and forget her still on the couch.

she'd call him on her phone when she sees him in his car from the window, through the pain, she laughed at him, "forget something, norris?"

"no, darling, I've got everything-" she'd see his movement pause, his hand returning to his hair, "fuck!"

when he'd come back to help her, she was nearly collapsed with laughter despite the pain she felt through her body.

"stop laughing at me!" he whined but he was laughing with her. nonetheless, they'd get to the car.

she was in labor for hours, crunching on ice chips that he'd fed her carefully. he'd massage her shoulders, hold her hand when contractions got particularly unbearable. he knew not to mumble bullshit words of encouragement, a word of advice from his mum, advice he'd gladly listen to.

instead he'd show her he was there by doing everything she asked until it was time to actually deliver their child they've been waiting 9 months to finally meet.

with a pale face, lando would comment, "I think one kid is fine after all." she'd roll her eyes at his words as she held their daughter in her arms, already seeing themselves in her. she was exhausted and he knew. he put her hair up, cooing words of appreciation to her now that all was done. he took care of her.

he'd remember call his mum later to tell her thank you.

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eggonthemoon · 24 days

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Alien Stage Round 6 Character Analysis and Lyrics Breakdown

Okay so obviously spoilers, don't click Keep Reading if you haven't watched Round 6.

God fuck it's so fucking beautiful, where do I start?

I don't even know what is going on with those rapid shots of what I assume is some form of experiment that Till was involved in. I have no clue what the goal was or if it succeeded but somehow (for no real reason other than that one image of Luka standing behind Till ominously) I feel that Luka is involved with it.

Was this an attempt by Heperu's (Luka's guardian) rival to make a human capable of going up against Luka? Till being the youngest and Luka being the oldest also means that Till's guardian could have caught on to what Heperu was planning to do with Luka and then start experimenting on humans shortly after and it would still somewhat line up with the timeline.

But I'm getting into conspiracy territory, back to suffering!!

Allow me, to the tips of your fingers

Allow me, to the ends of your feet

Dissolve me in your gaze

I don't want to let you go

Oh this hurts. Seeing him look so defeated and exhausted, you can tell that even though to the public it's not certain whether Mizi died or not it doesn't matter to him. Because she's still gone away from his world, where he is unable to reach her. He wants to dissolve and die but he also doesn't want to let her go if there is even a sliver of hope that she lives.

Please, leave me scars

Please, hurt me so that

Not a single drop of me remains

Let me drown in you

The footage that plays to these lyrics really show how defeated he is. He refuses to sing, his passion for the art completely dead and buried. And (his guardian I assume) when someone shoves the fact that Mizi is gone in his face he lashes out and punches one of the aliens near him.

Until these falling stars

Are buried in the blur of time

However his heart isn't entirely in it and is quickly apprehended.

He is beyond exhausted and doesn't even protest or put up a fight while (the same alien he punched btw) another alien runs their fingers through his hair.

On your icy lips

Read my soul

Yes, my soul

He hopes that even if Mizi is dead that her spirit watches over him, seeing his soul and by extension, Him, for all that he is. Every thought and breath until he falls asleep is for Mizi.

But didn't we already know this is how he'd be like? Time for something juicier~

Even if your cold words

Carve scars beneath my eyes

May they linger on your tongue

You can break me apart

God this is heart shattering. Even if Till doesn't care for him, even if Till throws hurtful words his way, Ivan will still lie awake at night, cherishing what sliver of attention he is given. It doesn't matter if Till hates him, because as long as he is on Till's mind Ivan is happy. He is entirely in Till's hands, capable of being build up or torn down depending on how much (or how little) he is perceived by him.

Notice my pain

And mend me right now

To quiet my fears

I'll drown in you

He wants so deeply to be seen by Till, noticed. Till who doesn't let anything hold him down and always picks himself back up became a pillar of hope and strength to Ivan. It didn't matter how or in what context he gets to be seen, so he went out of his way to provoke him just to get Till to look at him even for a moment.

This was mentioned a while back on VIVINOS Patreon but the entire incident where Mizi and Till got attacked by that hound monster was orchestrated by him. I feel like there is two possible reasons for this depending on when in the timeline this takes place.

Either he wanted to test Till's resolve in hopes of being proven wrong about his courage (after all your hopes can't be dashed on the rocks, if you never had hopes to begin with) only for his obsession to end up growing even stronger than before.

Or he tried to let Till get roughed up enough that he'd be transferred (solitary confinement? emergency room?) somewhere else away from the others at Anakt, so they could escape together.

But we all know how that turned out.

Either way what Ivan wants isn't freedom, he's long since given up on that. There's no point in his freedom if the person that inspired him to yearn for it isn't by his side. He needs Till there, his very presence to reassure him that no matter what Till won't falter. But he failed to take account of the one thing that weakens Till's resolve.

Mizi.

Mizi is to Till what Till is to Ivan. And so without Mizi in his world Till crumbles. Since Till will only go where Mizi is and Mizi already gave away her heart to someone else, it's impossible for Ivan to be free while keeping Till in his world.

And so he follows him, resigning himself to a life without freedom.

Sick of these nights to come

To be engulfed in silence

But the distance between them is killing him, and each and every day they come closer to their inevitable doom.

It doesn't matter if they believe the lie the aliens told them, that if they die singing they will be blessed. Because what is the point in that? How can going somewhere far away from the people they love be a blessing?

In your gaze where I am seen

Consume me

Yes, me

His desires mirror Till's. He wants his soul to be seen by him, recognized for his undying love for him. He wants Till to see that he can give him all that Till yearns for in Mizi and more.

To this everlasting melody

Face to face we dance

And yet Till still refuses to look Ivan in the eyes.

Things get a little unclear but since they aren't shown singing here and there's no flashback to accompany the lyrics, we can assume that at this moment Till most likely gave up on singing.

With our story

Lost in forever's embrace

I'm not sure if Ivan intended this from the start or if it's a decision he made then and there but one thing is certain. If Till stops singing then that would mean he forfeits, he'll lose. Till has never once given up. Even when he went back for Mizi that night, he never intended to leave her in the first place. But now without her he crumbles.

And Ivan can't let that happen, not like this.

Moral grey area aside, this scene is so deeply moving to me

And I don't say that in a romantic context, absolutely not. This is something much deeper than just love. This is the culmination of everything they've been through, all those moments lead up to this.

Because this isn't a kiss.

This is Ivan throwing his life away for Till.

Till was going to loose, the only thing that could overturn that is if his opponent attacks him. The kiss was to distract Till and keep him from catching up to what Ivan was planning.

Just look at the contrast between their first and second kiss. As soon as the score board shows Till is in the lead, he gives him a gentle peck on the lips. The contrast is stark and full of meaning. This was the genuine kiss, hidden behind a smokescreen of aggressive bravado created from the previous one.

And it worked. Till was completely convinced that Ivan's intentions was to kill him, and he was fully intent on letting him.

I know a lot of people doubted his intentions. Because he didn't let go of Till's neck the minute he saw their scores, a lot of people assume that this was Ivan trying to drag Till down with him.

But the minute he coughed up blood what does he do?

He smiles.

and let's Till go.

He's only human. He might know logically that Till has won the match. But emotionally he refuses to let go until he is certain.

Until he knows for a fact that he is the one bleeding and dying he'll keep up his charade.

And then.

And only then.

Till truly sees Ivan.

As he dissolves in his gaze.

#THEY RUINED MY LIFE /POS #I FUCKING HATE THEM /AFFECTIONATE #ivantill #alnst till #alnst ivan #alnst mizi #alnst #alien stage #에이스테 #ramble rumble #I don't know what happened #I had a thought and a neuron activated #I think I might have ascended #alnst spoilers #alnst round 6

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hoshigray · 1 year

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Repeat that for Daddy...

Okay, walk with me on this one: you and Toji are lying on the bed enjoying the acts of "coupling", and you accidentally call him "daddy"? Obviously, it was a slip-up in the heat of the moment, but unfortunately, it's Toji. He won't stop until you say what you just said.

A/n: I'm totally not writing this to compensate for the fact I haven't posted pt ii of the assassin duo toji x reader drabble yet :) Which tysm for 500+ notes btw!!! Please enjoy this while I finish that fic for y'all~~

Cw: dom! Toji x fem! reader - fingering (fem! receiving) - daddy kink (it's an awakening for Toji) - pet names (baby, darlin', good girl, mama, sweetheart, sweetie) - praise - clitoral play (Toji pinches your clit bc he's a bastard) - pussy slaps (2x) - a bit of comedy.

Wc: 893

One of Toji's favorite things to do when you two are relaxing in the confines of your home is cuddling with you. It was a foreign thing you introduced to him in the early stages of your relationship, but now he likes to do it when the chance is present.

Having your body close to him tells him that you see him as a dependable figure and that you feel safe in his presence. Which he cherishes deeply. And it's a guilty pleasure when you let him have his hands roam your body.

And it's even more of a guilty pleasure when you let him play with your pussy.

The lewd sounds of Toji's fingers messing with your pussy and your ecstatic moans fill the bedroom, the television volume stationed low so he can focus on your face and expressions.

"Mmmm, Toji, A-Ahhh!."

He's lying on his side with his head resting on his hand, facing your squirming body with his forefinger and middle finger in your slit. You lay on your back next to him, gripping his shirt to the point his midriff shows.

"I'm here, baby," Toji kisses your forehead, trailing down to your neck and shoulder. "I'm right here."

He loves it when you're like this, being in this intimate space where you trust him to do as he pleases with your body. He wants to listen to your mewls and gasps because they're the sweetest sounds he's ever heard. Your watery, half-lidded eyes look up at him, the man who makes you appear so disarranged with his touch.

Toji loves moments like this, loves being with you, loves you.

"Feelin' good, darlin'?" He asks, kissing your collarbone where he'll definitely leave a mark for you to find later on. "You're doin' so well fr' me."

"Haaaaah, yes, yesss," you hiss, biting your bottom lip when Toji's thumb faintly brushes on your clit. His thick fingers scrape the velvety walls of your cunt at a lovingly slow pace that has you inching toward a climax.

"Oh God, Tojiii, I'm going to— Ahaaa!!" You're so close to coming, almost there. "I wanna cum on your fingers, Daddy..."

Toji's kisses are halted, his fingers freeze inside your slick-coated vulva, and even you stay still with wide eyes staring up at the bedroom ceiling. White noise from the television substitutes the silence.

Toji brings his face up to look at you, and your eyes move to the side, trying to find anything to look at except the deep forest green eyes drilling into your face.

"What did you say, sweetie?"

You act innocent. "Huh?"

Toji smirks. "If you can 'huh,' you can hear. You said somethin'. What did you say?

"Uhh, I said I wanna chow on some chicken fingers, darling."

"That's not what you said. And we ate two hours ago."

"T-True!" You squeak, squeezing around Toji"s digits. He raises a brow, his smirk still confidently plastered on his face. "But I know how much you have a big appetite, and who can say no to dinosaur-shaped nugge- Eyyaaah!!!"

It happened so quickly; Toji's fingers exit your tight opening and pinch your clitoris, applying pressure between his thumb and forefinger. The abrupt action has you screaming, and all Toji does is snicker.

"Don't play with me, sweetheart," he says to your ear in his guttural tone. A hearty laugh seethes through his lips when you jerk up from the impact of his hand slapping your pussy. You shed a single tear, and Toji snaps a mental picture. Another slap, another cry. "What's my new name, baby?"

"D-Daddy!!" You swallow the drool pooling in your mouth before choking on it. Pain stinging on the poor swollen lips of your vagina from the cruel treatment, your mind feels foggy. The feeling of regret clouds your thoughts, wondering why you let that word out. And worse, giving the title to a man with an ego bigger than anyone you've ever known. I should've kept my mouth shut...

But you can't deny the puddle that's leaking through your cunt.

Toji grins hard, his scar rooted upwards for his teeth to flash with the light coming from the TV. "Good girl." His fingers snake back into your folds, and you whimper into his touch as his digits go faster than before. "Can you call me that again, mama?"

"Mmmph!! Daddyyy, too fast, 's too fa— Oohhh!!" You grip his shirt again, finding support close to him. Your pants and breathing feel so heavy you nearly choke.

"Gonna cum, baby?" You nod rapidly. He loves when you're desperate. "Go ahead, cum on Daddy, darlin'." His thumb then moves directly to your clit, pushing and grinding down on it, and that was it for you.

You cream around his fingers, walls clenching down on him as your legs wobble in ecstasy. Tears stream down your eyes as you finish your orgasm.

Toji's fingers finally withdraw once your spasm ends, and strings of your fluids stick to him like honey. "Good job, mama," he puts the fingers in his mouth and licks them, deep groans as he's sucking in your essence. He then kisses your lips, giving you a taste of yourself as you exchange tongues.

Toji departs from your plump lips, cocking his head with a small smile. "You outta call me that more often, starting to like it."

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mirohlayo · 2 months

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hi could you please write how all the f1 boys would handle fans comments about their gf not being conventionally attractive or being plus size? esp george or logan 🩵

Hii ! I didn't write how all of the f1 drivers cuz it would be too much but I did write George and Logan. Also sorry for taking a little time, I was swamped with classes this week 🫶

F1 DRIVERS DEFENDING YOU ON

YOUR APPEARANCE

( include piastri, norris, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, george, verstappen, ricciardo, sargeant & gasly )

warning : insecurities ??, things related to physical appearance, body ect...

note : i don't know if my warnings are accurate lol

─ OSCAR PIASTRI

to him, you were the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. so of course, seeing those awful comments about your appearance, face and even body makes him so damn furious. in front of people, especially in front of cameras, he would defends you in an implicit way, more like voice up about body positivity and respect every type of body. but in private, when there's only you two, he'll never stop bringing about how perfect and gorgeous you look, and that he'll cherish you for the rest of his life.

─ LANDO NORRIS

boy would be mad mad. ain't no way for him to let anyone talk about you in such a disrespectful and bad way. he'll make sure you're always comfortable and secure with your own body and appearance, by praising your beauty literally every single hour. and he doesn't think twice before rejecting every single one person who talks badly about you. he always posts some stories about you, where he basically overwhelms you by compliments and obviously to fuck off your haters in his sassy way.

─ CHARLES LECLERC

he was actually shocked by the fact people hate on your body and appearance because he literally loves these parts of you. first he'll reassure you, comforts you because after all you being a goddess is just the truth. and then he would reply to every hate comments about you, defending you like it was the end of his life. he reminds you everyday to not feel bad and guilty about yourself, to not listen to those bullshit because not a single one from them are real. just listen to him and his devoted compliments.

─ CARLOS SAINZ

it's simple, if someone talks bad about you then he'll talk bad about them. his girl is the definition of beauty and perfection. he genuinely doesn't care about your attractiveness or your body weight, cause he'll love these things anyway. he's always so enamored by how beautiful you look, and he needs people to know that. so whenever someone is insulting you, he just reminds them that there is nothing more shameful than attacking a marvel like you. a gem of beauty like you.

─ LEWIS HAMILTON

i know for sure he'll immediately defends you. and the cause in general, doing an inspired speech about bodies. he doesn't really insults or disrespect people too, cause after all he prefers keeping that energy to compliment you. but still, he makes sure haters won't never ever again talk about you in a horrible way. then he'll suggest you to stop social medias and just give up on your phone for a bit, to only focus on his words and your natural beauty.

─ GEORGE RUSSEL

first, his priority is you. by the second he saw those comments, he immediately look out for you. even if you haven't seen the comments, he's already there to reassure you. to shower you of heartwarming compliments and just genuinely appreciate your beauty, praising your curves and your body. then he'll try to ensure that you are not aware of these messages, that at no time you'll be confronted with bad comments about you. he makes it a promise, because you deserve it.

─ MAX VERSTAPPEN

the man is out of control when it comes to you. and especially when there are negative comments about your physique. it’s something he loves about you, something he adores deeply. he can literally admire you for hours without getting bored. there is so much perfection in your body. and no need to talk about your attractiveness. so as long as you know that, you're fine. but if those comments get out of hand, then he's not afraid to speak up and talk shit about whoever is insulting you.

─ DANIEL RICCIARDO

if there's one thing he can't tolerate, it's seeing you depressed because of hateful comments. he doesn't understand at all why people would hate on such a beautiful and amazing person like you ? but other than that, he'll be the best comfort boyfriend. he makes you laugh, your cheeks ache because of smiling too hard. he'll try to improve your mood by telling you funny jokes, stories, everything that makes you feel better. and on the other hand, secretly defending you on social medias by using some fake account.

─ LOGAN SARGEANT

boy is so protective towards you. maybe even overprotective. but that's his way to keep you away from bad things, such as awful comments about your physical appearance. he defends you for sure. more than anything else, day and night, he puts all of his anger into his replies to shut their mouths. and that both in public and on platforms. he doesn't understand why people don't recognize the beauty of your face, body, or even personality. just everything about yourself actually. cause you can be sure he's so fucking in love with these aspects of you.

─ PIERRE GASLY

oh man is mad. super mad even. you're literally the most precious person to his eyes, and by that logic the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. you're a piece of art, and people should know this. he won't hesitate twice before calling names the ones who disrespect you. maybe he's a bit too harsh but they just deserve it, nobody can talk bad about you, it's impossible for him. and then you can be sure he'll shower you in lot of compliments the next few weeks. telling you how gorgeous you are.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #oscar piastri x reader #lando norris x reader #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #george russel x reader #max verstappen x reader #logan sargeant x reader

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snowy-vee · 2 months

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BBM BABY (2)

n/a: Normally I do check the chapters a little bit, but today I didn't :/ STILL enjoy the chapter. TYSM for the notes, love you all <3333 THIS IS NEXT DAY, NOT THE CONTINUATION OF THE CAR SCENE

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No, you wasn’t in one of your binge episodes, but you were certain that the cashier was thinking that as he kept scanning all the candies, chocolates and ice creams.

“I have a big sleepover” You said laughing awkwardly. He did the same nodding, when he said the final price, your wallet almost cried as you took out some dollars “Bye!”

You left the store opening the pack of red licorice and eating one of them while you walked on one of the alleys between houses and stores, nobody should see your final destination, aka Ellie’s garage. People were to nosey around here, you knew that they would tell your mom how much you bought but you had a perfect cover for that.

“Hi, Joel” you waved watching him on his porch, sat in one chair with a beer on his hand.

“The kid’s in the garage” he gave you a nod and then pointed to where your girlfriend was, you nodded already knowing that. “Don’t have too much fun, you two”

“Oh no, sir, we’re just going to hang out casually, Dina and Jesse will join us too”

“No need to lie, just share some of that red candy you got there” you wanted to say something else but it would be stupid, you just gave him a couple of red licorice and murmured a little ‘bye’

Joel did knew something was going on between you but Ellie told him to ‘mind his own business’ so he was just waiting for her to come around and tell him that you two were official. You knocked on her door feeling the embarrassment on your face because of what Joel suggested.

“Coming” you heard Ellie say and some movement before she opened the door, she seemed surprised to see you, maybe because the whole night in the group chat you said how impossible it was for you to hang out the next day, and now you were in front of her and very early “You came!”

She stepped aside, letting you pass inside and close the door behind you. The place was a little bit a disaster but you didn’t mind just going straight to the couch and flopping onto it. “This is for you”

She picked up the plastic bag taking out everything you bought, she seems happy watching her favourite sweets but at the same time she looks at you suspicious, her eyes narrow, trying to read your face to see if there was any trace of guilt. You must have done something to buy her so many things.

“What have you done?” she asks pointing at you with a chocolate bar, you gasped surprised and started laughing which made you look more dubious. “Have I done something?”

Now she was pointing at her face with a confused look, you shook your head, standing up and planting a little kiss on her nose “Aren’t you on your period?”

“Yeah! How do you know that? It just came today”

“Because yours always come three days before mine, I checked my pink calendar”

You fucking knew it, Ellie hormones were high, that’s why she was so horny last week, that’s why she was getting little mood swings and that’s why she was so sensible enough to say ‘I Love You’ to you. Mentally, you were jumping and clapping, you knew that word just slipped in the moment, it was just that… Hormones.

“You are a weird, I kind of like that”

“I am not! You know how synchronized we are ? Soon we will have periods the same day, that would means that we spend to much time together” your hands were on her hair brushing it slowly. Of course you liked Ellie, you liked her so much and being girlfriends was perfectly great, you adored her, you cherished her, you cared for her deeply, you had feelings for her, you had a strong attachment to her… but LOVE? That’s a big word, too big for you two. After she drove you back to your house last night, obviously three blocks away, you had trouble falling asleep, tossing and turning until the thought of maybe she being on her cycle crossed your mind, you felt relieved.

Ellie gave you a little peck, you gave her another an soon you two were making out, she laughed softly in the middle of it making you laugh too. The loud knock on the door makes you both separate knowing that it might be one of your friends.

“Williams, open up! I have the goodies and they are hot!” Jesse’s voice and Dina’s laughter were very quite audible; you could already guess what they were referring to. Ellie quickly hid the sweets and you just sat in a corner of the couch trying to make it look as if you were uncomfortable in there.

Once she opened the door and Dina saw you, she screamed and went to hug you, almost throwing her whole body onto yours, Jesse put the aluminium tray on the table and opened it up revealing some brownies that looked delicious.

“I thought you couldn’t make it today! I was thinking on breaking into your house and kidnapping you” Dina sat besides you, in the middle of the couch, Jesse by her side with an arm on her shoulders and Ellie on a chair.

“Well, my father went on the road again and my mother thinks that I’m with you, by the time she goes to work, she won’t even remember that I’m at home”

“Girls, can you two focus? I brought this amazing dessert with a special green ingredient, we have to try it” Jesse handed out the brownies, hoping that one of you would take a bite and let him know if it was delicious or not.

“He made them, that’s why he’s so anxious” Dina whispered in your ear, making you giggle a little bit. That made Ellie kind of jealous.

Not jealousy towards Dina, but jealousy that she could talk to you in public or even in this space that your four shared without problem, that she could easily hug you whenever she wanted and no one would say shit but if it was her doing that, not only the whole town would make the biggest gossip chain but your parents could put you on a plane to somewhere and she would never see you again. She did some thinking about long distance relationships but she barely can handle two days without grazing your skin.

That’s why she was the first to take a bite of the chocolate dessert and god bless Jesse’s hands, it was delicious. “Dude, you will bake my birthday cake”

“That would be an honor” They both cheered clashing brownies and giving another try to them. Dina and you try them, they were sweet but not too much, you loved the texture and you wanted to try more even when Dina warned you too slow down and that two were enough but If she wanted you to only eat two, why bring a full tray?

You had zero idea if they kicked in, you were just chilling with SZA in the background, your head in the armrest of the couch and your eyes closed. You could hear them chatting and sometimes you said something but you were much quieter than anything, the movement of your leg to the rhythm of the music is what gave away that you hadn’t fallen asleep yet. The couples voice seemed to vanished slowly and you heard the door open and close.

“Are you okay?” you blinked slowly before opening your eyes fully, Ellie is facing you from the opposite side making you feel dizzy.

“I shouldn’t have ate that many”

“You shouldn’t, but why don’t I lay you down on my bed, take out your shoes and you can rest there better?” she suggested kissing your forehead, for a second you panicked sitting up rapidly. Big mistake, your head was spinning now. “They are not here, they are outside”

“I can’t stay, I have to go home” you said getting up, Ellie grabbed your hand and shook her head, leading you to her bed.

“Trust me, it’s going to be worse if your mom sees you like this, I will wake you up in less than fifteen minutes and you can go” That sounded good for you as you let your head fall into her pillow as you felt how she was taking off your shoes and covering you with the blanket. “I’m going outside for a moment, I’ll be right back.”

“Yeah”

“I love you”

…You were tripping, there was no way she said it again. Hormones? Yeah, maybe, but yesterday was at the start of something sexual, today was so casual, as if it was normal between you two. Your head was heavy, you whole body felt heavier, you just wanted to sleep, so you let it go and let yourself have a nap.

Meanwhile outside Jesse and Dina were talking while smoking a fat blunt “I don’t know how you guys can be smoking after those brownies, Dina, your friend is K.O”

Dina pouted feeling a little guilty that she didn’t stopped you from almost eating half of them by yourself “It’s your fault, Jesse! Since when do you know how to bake?”

“I don’t know, maybe I am gifted” he smiled proudly passing the blunt to Ellie, she passed it to Dina who passed it back to Jesse “More for me, I guess”

They were sat in the little chairs that Joel put for Ellie so she could have an improvised porch, it was not facing the house so he couldn’t see what could be going on and that gave Ellie a much bigger feeling of privacy.

“By the way, Ellie, could you try be friends with her? I mean much better friends, it gets awkward sometimes and you two have thing in common!”

“Like what?” Jesse and Ellie asked in unison “Jinx! Jinx! Jinx!”

Dina rolled her eyes “Please, it would be so cool if we were 100% a group”

“We are a group, we get along, it’s not like a hate her or something”

“Dude, I’ve seen you keeping your distance from her on many occasions. You barely talk much, I don’t think you’ve ever been alone together except for today when she had to leave early and come here.” Jesse added. It was Ellie’s turned to roll her eyes and accept the blunt this time.

She was dying to tell them that you two were together but the sole thought of that leaving her mouth sent an image of you in the airport leaving her alone in this fucking town. “I’ll try”

“Thank you! I can’t wait to see to of my best friends, be best friends too”

taglist;; @bready101 @lavenderhazelsworld

#ellie williams #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams smut #the last of us #tlou game #ellie tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie smut #ellie the last of us #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie fanfic #lgbtq #wlw #snowy vee #ellie fluff #fluff

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yeetmeoffjueyunkarst · 7 months

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In another universe... Is good enough.

part 2 to this, ft various characters previously mentioned

It's obvious that you're gone for good. The only reason why they can cope is because... they pray for the multiverse theory to be real, so that their dreams, even if not fulfilled in this universe, can be fulfilled in another universe.

For Xiao, Diluc, Sara and Rosaria.

It's obvious that you've moved on.

It's in the way your eyes shine that wonderful sparkle around someone else, the ease of your steps, the gentle grasp on another's arms.

It's the way in which all the little conversations you used to have are now exclusive with someone else.

But even then, their memory of you has not faded. You are still a warm fire in their hearts, keeping them alive even if you are not there to nourish that flame anymore.

Sometimes, they find themselves thinking of you. They think of all the good times they had with you.

Every call of your name. Every touch that burns their skin. Every smile of yours, so brilliant and vibrant in their memories.

Even if it fades... They do not regret knowing you. They do not regret loving you.

For with this, they know that they could be possible, in another universe.

For Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, Yae Miko and Kokomi.

Obviously, they couldn't cross over to the world of the dead with you.

As they sit right in front of your grave, wiping it with a wet cloth, they're stuck on their thoughts on you. When you were alive.

Every little moment, from simple talks about dinner, to the back and forth bickering, to the more intimate times when you both bared body and soul to each other...

They do miss it. But the flow of time is always constant and will not stop for anyone.

"Let's go home." Their new lover, one who they would spend the rest of their lives with, without you, offers their hand.

They take their hand, getting up and moving forward.

Thank you for being part of my story. I know you want me to move on and seek someone else, even if it pains you. Because I would have done the same, even if it means ignoring my selfish heart for you to be mine only.

And if you were to be alive, they would stay with you, in another universe.

For Jean, Lisa, Kaeya and Venti.

The gods didn't favor you both, for in the end, you were both separated.

It's not as if the both of you didn't try, really. But in a world where fates are often intertwined with each other, the freedom to transcend such bindings are often hard to obtain, and in some cases, impossible to overcome.

Please do not be upset that it was doomed from the start.

For it was still real to the both of you. All your feelings, all your treasured bonds, all your touches, cuddles, kisses and sweet nothings.

It was all real.

Please be assured that the both of you would be able to break free from all these shackles, and have a chance for your own happily ever after, in another universe.

For Ei, Keqing, Itto and Heizou.

They never did get to see you again after that.

It was as if you were a dream, a mirage, magically disappearing into thin air.

Like the lightning striking and disappearing after its brief magnificience awes them.

Your radiance divine, they could not forget for the rest of their days, even as they marched towards their own ideals for the sake of what they believed is right.

They can no longer look back. You were the last straw, the final puzzle piece into solidfying their resolve.

They no longer have the honor of having you grace their life with your presence, because it would only bring heartache to you both, given your differences.

The differences that they oh so cherish deeply.

At night, they wonder: Would the two of you have found some way to put aside your differences and worked hard to love each other for them, in another universe?

For Tighnari, Amber, Xiangling, Nilou.

They've now left you behind, and you're watching their backs as they stride ahead in confidence.

It was stupid, in hindsight, to look down on people. You all of all people know that.

Because they were the ones who never looked down on you when you were at your lowest.

When did it go wrong, really? When did it go wrong for you to become so arrogant and take them for granted.

Now they're gone, like leaves dropping from their trees in autumn.

You fool.

Now, would you like to pay for your price in regret, regret over what would have been in another universe had you cherished them while they were around?

For Ganyu, Sucrose, Shenhe.

Too much indecisiveness led to an entire lifetime's worth of regret.

Before they knew it, you disappeared into the snow, like a little tiny snowflake in a sea of multiple snowflakes.

Where were you? They could not find you, because some things... you can only come across once in a lifetime.

It comes unexpectedly, serendipitously, without warning.

It comes and it goes, and you have to be ready to seize the opportunity. Especially when it comes to love.

The next time they saw you, you were so wonderfully dressed up in wedding attire.

But you are facing someone else at the altar.

Not them.

And so they put on a fake smile, clapping and cheering you on without even objecting to your wedding when the priest asks for any objections.

They should have taken that chance. Now, all is left is daydreams of being together, only achievable in another universe.

For Zhongli, Childe, Ningguang, Neuvillette

Duty, duty, duty.

Duty to the people. Duty to the family. Duty to the friends. Duty to the higher ups and juniors. Duty to their desires and dreams. Duty to their lover.

It's a shame that they seemed to have neglected the last one.

Poor them. Always so busy, always scrambling back and forth behind the shadows while keeping up a cool facade.

The next time they come home, all that is left of you is a few memories, some belongings, and a letter.

I'm done. Let's separate. There aren't any feelings anymore between us. You don't even make time for me anymore.

No takebacks, no chances, no nothings. Only sweet delusions of a you and them in another universe.

So many universes out there, so many possiblities. Even if we are not fated to be in this universe, I pray with all my heart that in another universe, we could be handling taxes and doing laundry together, even if it is in a simple laundromat. I pray that fate does not deal us a bad hand, and we could live in peace and happiness together and never be apart. Never be separated by external forces, and have our hair turn white together.

My sincerest wishes to you, my love. I will live well for you. May we be happy together in another universe. I love you. So, so much. More than you could ever know.

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A detailed list about everything I adore and cherish re: Mario and Luigi's reunion in the Mario Movie (to pair with this post of mine)

Luigi almost DYING but then happily, cutely laughing two seconds later once he sees it's Mario who's holding him because HIS BROTHER'S HERE, HE KNOWS HE'S SAFE NOW, NO MATTER WHAT

The way they just stand there and LOOK at each for a split second to register that this is really happening, and all the joy and relief on their faces!!!

How Luigi looks startled briefly when he lands on the ground but Mario is just :D :D :D :D personified and then Luigi mirrors him

How Mario is still powered up (obviously) so he moves SO FAST to grab Luigi in a big hug, and him being the tanooki, it must be such a nice, strong, soft, fuzzy hug, like a big blanket all around Luigi :)

How it's not just ONE really good hug, it's TWO really good hugs!!!!!!!

I WILL LITERALLY NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT MARIO HOLDING LUIGI'S FACE SO SWEETLY WITH THOSE BIG, MISTY, DEEPLY LOVING EYES

Just EVERYTHING about the way they framed it!!!!!!! the way the shot spins around them!!!!! it's beautiful!!!! like, at first i wished they had shown more of Luigi's reaction because it's SO focused on Mario but now I love that, i loveeeee watching Mario's truly heartbreaking and tender face journey without any cuts

Speaking of, it's amazing that Mario is SO emotional, even more than Luigi! The man is very choked up and just SO CLEARLY FLOODED WITH BONE DEEP-RELIEF AND JOY AND LOVE AND EVERY LAST SHOT OF HIS FACE MAKES GRAVITY LITERALLY ABANDON ME BECAUSE HE LOVES HIS BROTHER MORE THAN ANYONE AND HE NEEDS HIM BY HIS SIDE LIKE HE NEEDS TO BREATHE

FOREHEAD TOUCH FOREHEAD TOUCH FOREHEAD TOUCH FOREHEAD TOUCH FOREHEAD TOUCH FOREHEAD TOUCH

The way their noses bump together cutely as a result of the forehead touch, SOB

The way Mario initiates the forehead touch with his hand on the back of Luigi's head so GENTLY, everything about the way he interacts with Luigi here is SO GENTLE and i cryyyy

The quick shot when they both have their eyes closed in the forehead touch!!! Maybe incidental but the screenshot of it has ended my life, i'm a ghost now, goodbye

Mario rocking Luigi back and forth a little when they're hugging the second time and his hand gripping tight on his back ;____;

MARIO SWINGING HIM UP INTO THE AIR, JUST BECAUSE HE HAS TOO MUCH HAPPY ENERGY AND HE CAN

Luigi's BIG sigh of relief, so big it's like he's been holding in the breath since they were first separated <3

THE WAY MARIO IS LOOKING AT LUIGI ONCE THEY SEPARATE THE SECOND TIME. THIS BIG, DELIRIOUSLY HAPPY GRIN LIKE HE JUST WANTS TO HUG HIM MORE. CAN HE HUG HIM FOREVER???? MARIO IS SURE GOING TO TRY

Luigi finally registering what Mario is wearing and immediately, affectionately grabbing at him/teasing him like brothers do!

That Bowser is literally being forced to watch them hug from his ice prison atop the stairs LOLOLOL

That they're framed by the wedding arch that's a heart at the end because their relationship is the TRUE HEART of the movie :) :) :)

Basically just the fact that you can literally see these two brothers, who have been lost and sad and struggling for all this time, become WHOLE again right before your eyes because they have each other back and that's all that really matters

#mario movie #mario movie spoilers #super mario bros movie #super mario bros movie spoilers #the fact that we all hyped up this moment SO MUCH in the months preceding it and honestly???? i feel like it still exceeded my expectations #cannot WAIT until we have really high-quality footage and there's a million gifsets and i hoard them like treasure :) :) :) :)#also don't anyone DARE reblog this and try to make it a ship thing IT IS NOT INTENDED THAT WAY DON'T BE GROSS #cherrysip hc's & rambling

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slashers-and-rats · 8 months

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slashers reacting to being their bpd gn s/o's fave person?

rat chat: i really like this prompt, because i have a lot of stuff goin’ on up in my noodle, and i also experience the fave person phenomena to a high extent. so i relate to you, and i like that.

Slashers reacting to being the gn!reader’s favourite person | sfw |

featured slashers: billy lenz, thomas hewitt, vincent sinclair

billy lenz :

billy wasn’t a stranger to obsessive tendencies. this man, at some point in his time of knowing you, watched you through holes in the ceiling and actively snuck out at night to stare at you sleeping. he knew what it was like to have someone you cherished more than anything in the world. it was a bit different, obviously, but he still related to what you were feeling.

there was a day when you had to sit down and explain it to him. it took him a bit to really chew on the words you were feeding him. he was your favourite? you wanted to always be around him? the things he did had that much impact on you? deep down, in the sicker parts of his psyche, he was elated. he wanted you to be reliant and obsessed with him, he wanted you to feel just like how he did. but, at the same time, your tone didn’t seem so chipper. he could tell it was something to tread carefully on, especially knowing that the things he did could effect you so deeply.

he was always at your disposal, so withdrawals weren’t much of a problem. the anxiety of him being away was always satiated within seconds, as he liked to stay close to you too. billy was always just a call away if you needed to be grounded and reassured he was there.

you would ask for praise from time to time, wanting to hear him say you were good and that he actually cared about you. this was a foreign concept to billy. how did you not know? he knew he didn’t say many coherent things, but even his disjointed ramblings were often worships to you. he always did what you asked tho. he’d praise you, and pepper your face in sloppy, wet kisses, and purr about how he’ll never leave you. in between his garbled noises, he’d mumble out compliments, and make sure you felt as happy as he did.

he was truly delighted to be so attached to you. the concept of bpd and having a “favourite person” might’ve been new and different, but at the end of the day, it only made him feel more comfortable with his own feelings. sometimes he felt like he was pathetic for being so clingy to you, and knowing that you, in some way or another, felt the same made him comforted.

there were some downsides. sometimes billy didn’t like being out and around people, and would coop himself up in the attic. he saw on those days how blue you’d get yourself, even without him doing anything. during those times, he’d draw you small pictures and write cat scratch notes, and slip them underneath doors as he glided through the house in complete silence. it was just reminders that he did love you, even when he needed his own space.

he just really cares about you. and is happy to know that he is so cared for as well.

thomas hewitt :

thomas has no real knowledge of mental illnesses. that’s not to say he hasn’t experienced it, he has his own issues, and his whole family is riddled with different disorders, but it’s never really been openly talked about.

that being said, when you went to him and explained it all, he picked up on the concept fairly quickly. sure, he didn’t understand all the bits and pieces being told to him, but he was really trying. he understood that you always wanted to be near him, and he could relate to that. it was something he had to get over himself, as he’d never really had a relationship like this before, and it made him over eager. he knew that his own mood could affect yours, whether he meant for it to or not. that was something he found easily maneuverable. he wasn’t the most enthusiastic guy, and you hadn’t minded before. he knew you needed lots of reassurance and praise, that you got anxious about him leaving easily. he was amazed you thought he’d be the one leaving you.

he fell into a routine quite quickly. he’d spend a little while longer in the morning cuddling you and squeezing you, his own way of saying he wanted to be with you. he kissed you lots whenever you two were alone, and always kept himself touching you somewhere. he liked making sure you knew he was there. he liked being present when he could.

tommy did have to leave during the days to go help his family with their exploits, and he always fretted over you before he left. he always lingered in his room, kissing over your face and reassuring you that he’d be back, that he’d miss you, that he couldn’t wait to be back. the second he’d get home, he’d pass right by his family (stopping at luda mae only because that was his mama) and go straight up to his room to see you again.

tommy liked bringing you trinkets and things. he liked giving you things that would remind you he’d be there. he didn’t want you to think he’d go anywhere. you were so special to him, and the idea of you being so reliant on him emotionally was new. but he liked it, somewhere inside of him. he liked knowing you were so vulnerable and open with him, and that you really were attached to him, and that he could provide you support he didn’t previously know you needed.

there were setbacks. tommy didn’t talk much, and so it was very hard for him to provide verbal reassurance. he remedied this by showing you lots of physical affection when you were both alone and away from the family. sometimes, when he was feeling particularly brave, he would utter a small “i love you”, and that always seemed to be enough to prove how much he cared about you. he didn’t talk to anyone, but you were different.

he just wanted to make you happy.

vincent sinclair :

vincent had a soft centre. on the outside, he was this large, brooding, empty eyed man, but on the inside he was filled with lavender and vanilla. he was always very understanding of your own habits and coping mechanisms, whether they made sense to him or not. as long as you sat him down and explained it to him, he made sure to be good and provide support where he could.

the idea of a favourite person resonated deep with vincent. wasn’t that how he felt about you…? whenever you were away from him, even in the other room he felt sick. he’d push his cheeks into your palms, and make you kiss him and promise him you’d never leave. it was something you both seemed to be working on. there was a mutual obsession, or a reliance on each other emotionally that you both had to navigate.

him relating made it easier for both of you, as it brought forth a conversation of what to do. the solution was simple. just do what you’ve been doing. you two spent as much time together as possible, vincent not liking when you strayed too far, scared his brother might devour you.

he didn’t talk much, but he when you were both alone and curled up, he’d speak in soft, raspy tones, whispering about how much he loved and cared about you. every time you left his workshop to go and prepare food or clean up a waxy mess spilled onto your front, you’d come back and be met with vincent fretting over you and making sure you were ok.

he didn’t show his emotions much, so it wasn’t hard for him to keep his worser feelings inside for your own good. he knew that sometimes when he let it slip that he was upset, he’d see you change, and slip into the same dreary feelings. he’d be quick to reassure you he was ok, and you’d do the same. alone, you two were almost sickeningly sweet with each other. out in the real world, outside of his studio, you two tried to stay neutral and appropriate. bo already teased vincent enough, you didn’t want to add more.

it was actually vincent that tended to have issues. he didn’t like the feeling of anxiety he got when he saw you sad. sometimes you’d be missing home, or upset that your art wasn’t going well, and he’d feel it shoot through his heart. he wanted to just take it all away and make it feel better. you always had to reassure him in those moments that there was nothing he could do, that sometimes you were just going to feel blue, and you’d let him rest his head in your lap while he calmed himself.

when you did have problems, it always came from his intense focus on his work. sometimes, without realizing it, he would ignore you for hours, and by the time he was pulled from his creative marathon, he’d see you dejected and alone in the corner. he’d always make sure to make it up to you, and have you sit on his lap while he praised you for being so good and patient. or, he’d simply have you come sit beside him while he worked, and he’d listen closely to you talk. he never really got tired of you filling the silence. either way, he’d always do something to make sure you knew you were his top priority. because you were.

over all, you two are a fairly good match.

#slasher x reader #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #slashers #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #ask

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leliosinking · 11 months

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I dunno, but having grown up in the 90s/00s with the ‘94 film.. it is admittedly very frustrating seeing new fans constantly trash talking something that was so foundational for queer people my age.

Like, no, it’s obviously not as gay as iwtv22, but it is still very very extremely very queer coded. And that coding is all we had for a long time. Like Lestat’s first levitating bite with Louis? Lestat and the Fop? Louis’s heavy-breathing farewell to Armand? Louis and Lestat’s reunion? These moments meant so much to me growing up, before I ever even knew there were books. And then later reading those explicitly queer moments as I grew older?? It only further cemented the importance of the coded sexuality and how it allowed me to love this very queer thing without having to unpack its queerness with my family.

I just think there’s a lack of consideration for the era where queerness in media was something that had to be kept secret, and using that against the film as some sort of “gotcha” isn’t the move you think it is.

And, yes, Tom and Brad suck as people. We don’t have to debate that, I agree wholeheartedly. But this constant dumping on older fans for.. cherishing an old thing that meant a lot to them for extremely specific reasons? That really sucks.

(the gatekeepy older fans can rot though)

Like let’s be 100% real here: every adaptation of these books is deeply flawed because the books themselves are deeply flawed. Not just structurally, they have serious problems regarding race, sexuality, women, children… Anne did not create a perfect foundation to work with, and she herself was an extremely flawed and often problematic person. And no matter how much you want to imagine that the tv show is divorced from all that.. it never will be. And that’s not your responsibility or mine to contend with any of it. It is a piece of media. It has no bearing on you as an individual.

I guess what I’m saying is that this series is nearing its 50th (!!!) birthday, and we as fans are very fortunate to have not only this incredible television series, but two iconic films (yes, QotD is iconic but in like.. an ironic, highly camp way), a musical of.. dubious but magical quality, and not one or two, but SIX stunning comic adaptations.. I just think it’s time to stop pitting the show against the movie when it’s all part of this massive, deeply flawed yet incredibly beautiful, wonderfully queer body of work.

#anne rice #interview with the vampire #iwtv #amc iwtv #iwtv 2022 #iwtv season 2 #iwtv 1994 #iwtv 94 #Lestat #louis de pointe du lac #queen of the damned #lestat the musical #the vampire chronicles

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biteforblood · 8 months

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[ THE FIRST BITE ] vincent x lovely.

✶ notes : gn!reader, fluff, suggestive, descriptions of biting / blood, 1.0k

we all know how their first actual bite went ; vincent hyped on adrenaline and the bitter kind of bloodlust, craving that same thing, lovely offering their wrist for him to drink from, their neck too intimate — that would be cherished later. and, obviously, it was and it was great. but. i want to share my personal spin on their first ( neck ) bite.

if you’ll graciously entertain me…

the two together on lovely’s bed, bodies held close. vincent perched on the edge of the mattress with them straddling his lap, thighs pushed tight up against his and his hands idly drawing random shapes on the skin of their hips. heads tilted for foreheads to touch, eyes half-closed yet deeply enamored with one another. the room is still and quiet; a pin could drop and they’d hear it but not look away for even the smallest second.

his hands move away from their hips to slide behind their lower back. the contrast of his cold palms to their warm skin has shivers tracing their spine. “are you sure you’re okay with this? that you want to do this? i am if you are, and this isn’t me trying to shame or dissuade, but—”

an abrupt kiss pressed to his lips and his worries are caught short in their tracks. they fix a strand of hair away from his forehead as they search for their next words. “i want to, vincent.” their voice softens. “i trust you.”

his eyes — pools of melted silver freckled with ruby — search lovely’s for the tiniest fragment of doubt, of resistance, but there’s nothing other than admiration filling up the color of their irises. the same admiration is reflected back in his gaze as it trails down their face to their lips. one of the hands settled on their back climbs up, following along the curve of their spine and cupping the back of their neck.

with a slight nudge, vincent brings their lips to his in a kind kiss. it’s slow yet purposeful. a small hint of a tease is passed between them as lovely flicks their tongue under of his fangs, narrowly cutting said tongue in the process. he breathes a laugh and draws back from the kiss. not to tease them in return with his words, no, but a different approach.

he brushes his lips across their cheek, nipping ever so lightly at the skin. a smile fights onto lovely’s lips. his second kiss is by their ear and their smile falters. further down, a third to the skin beneath the edge of their jaw. their pulse begins to race and he can feel the jump against his lips the lower they venture. it pounds so loud, it’s like the rhythm is his own.

brimming to the edge with anticipation, they tilt their head into his hand, baring their neck for him to sink his teeth into — figuratively and literally. he mouths at their throat, teeth scraping and tongue tracing the tendons and veins. he can hear it so clearly; their blood beating, rushing, flowing just underneath. ambrosia calling to him, beckoning him to bite, to taste, to indulge.

“lovely….” an open kiss over the jugular vein; here. this is where he’ll do it, where’ll he drink. “my lovely…please….”

their breath hitches — from his words, from the kiss, from both, they’re not sure which and they don’t quite care to know at this moment. not when he has them like this.

vincent licks his lips, his tongue lightly grazing their skin with the action. his mouth opens wide and they can barely feel the first tiny prick of his fangs. there’s a split second of hesitation, of vulnerability.

then he’s sinking his teeth down into their neck.

a shuddered gasp ripples from their lips. their body sharply tenses before every muscle of every limb melts with the rush of the purest ecstasy.

the taste of red splashes onto his tongue and it is like heaven on this god forgotten earth.

the hardest liquor, the lushest dessert, the ripest succulent fruit, none of those delicacies could compare to their blood.

he drinks in earnest, savoring the warmth as it coats his mouth and runs down his throat. he revels in their hands on him; fingers gripping and twisting at his shirt, his hair, his shoulders, searching for a part of him to ground themself with. his fangs sink deeper, bite down harder, pain and pleasure alike blend into something deliciously inseparable.

he doesn’t want to stop — not only biting and drinking, but taking. they’re flooding every sense, driving every gulp, igniting every nerve, they are his everything in this exact moment and he never wants to let any of it go.

be he has to. he has to let go, he has to stop before he takes too much from them.

and so he does.

they can feel his fangs pull out from their neck, the heat of his breath disappearing. their own is short and light by his ear. their eyes flutter closed, mind slipping like the silk of his hair between their fingers. the weight of their body leant on him is held up by the strong support his own provides.

thin lines of scarlet drip down their collarbone from the two small punctures left behind. his tongue drags from their chest up to their neck, happily cleaning away his mess. cold air hits the now wet skin and shakes a shiver loose from them. vincent chuckles under his breath, amused. he dots small lazy kisses over their shoulder and arm, hands running up and down their sides.

mustering little strength, lovely straightens slightly. one of their hands leave his hair to rest beneath his chin, running the pad of their thumb over his bottom lip. he watches their eyes as they repeat the motion, going back and forth, back and forth. it teases a smile onto his face that in turn brings one to theirs.

“…thank you, vincent.” the words come out hushed like a secret being whispered.

his smile stretches into a grin. he lowers his voice to match theirs. “for what?”

their thumb stills on his lips as their eyes open fully and finally meet his. “for you.”

#[ ✶ . bloodlust ]#[ ✶ . time with a vampire ]#redacted asmr x reader #redacted audio x reader #redacted vincent #redacted lovely

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dreamsofminnie · 1 year

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“When you are emotionally/ mentally unstable and you go to them for comfort.”

Characters-> Wanderer, Alhaitham, Venti, Tighnari, Gorou, Thoma, Xiao, Dainsleif, Heizou, Albedo,

Notes-> If you have ideas for any other characters that I can put in here, feel free👀 The wanderer one was self-indulgent,, can you tell ehe.

Wanderer

Rolled up in underneath your bed was a space of comfort and security for all your bad days. It has happened many times in these recent months that your boyfriend has carpeted the floor under it—which he denied he did for you, occupying the corners were pillows, and even cute mushroom plushies on one side.

So when he called your name from the living room with silence following, he knew where to find you.

Sniffling your eyes stare blankly ahead of you, back against the wall and facing the long side of the underside of the bed. A pair of feet crossed your view and stood facing where you were.

Scara knelt down and joined you in the hidden comfort zone. You immediately follow his body and clutch onto his side. He was never one for much physical touch nor good with his words. But his presence was enough. He was enough.

Scara’s eyes were downcast as he hesitantly rubbed shapes onto your shoulder, a firm grip letting you know he will be here for you every step of the way. He brought out two juice boxes, both your favorites, sweet enough to melt your worries with his warmth. He’d hold you silently throughout the night, his cape big enough to drape over your frame. As he would fondly watch you slumber in his grasp; vowing to keep you safe to see your sparkling smile again.

Alhaitham

“Aauuugghhh” Your shouts of distress into the pillow of your shared bed, was side eyed by your lover who shifted the paperwork on his desk. “Dumb studies. Dumb project. Fck the Akademiya and everyone.” The muffled groans in the pillow hid your teary eyes.

Alhaitham secured the sheets with a paperclip and bookmarked his opened book. He sensed your disturbed figure even when you hadn’t been home these past few hours. He felt something gnawed at you the moment you prepared a cup of coffee with little to no sweetness then what your always did.

“Y/n.” His call of your name was a call to look at him. He loves your eyes and smile the most. You adjusted yourself where you were peeking up at him but still most of your face within the pillow. “Who do you need me to fire for you.” He turned his chair to face the bed and leaned over both elbows on his knees, face closer to yours obviously noticing your tears.

You gaped at him. You knew he was still the acting Grand Sage, with only two more days till he resigns, but that power held is scary enough for a feeble scholar like him. You buried your head back and mumbled. “Myself.” You really felt like sht.

The wind chilled as the pillow was yanked away and an upset boyfriend had pressed an arm near your head holding one of your wrists, leg and body now propped up on the bed hovering over you. Your favorite pillow has been thrown and discarded off to the side in the fast paced shift in movement.

“Haithamm, my pillow?!” You tried not to shiver at his slowed breaths on your face and turned your head to morn for your pillow.

“Do you really find importance in that. I inquire that your words are of more importance. To me; as your lover.” You blinked away the remaining tears your pillow couldn’t rid of, which then got replaced by a finger rubbing them away. His gentle touch and soft gaze made you cave in. Your lips trembled as you spilled the events of your past few days. He adjusted you both so he was sitting up against the bed frame with you laying on his chest, hands around you, a wall of protection you deeply cherished.

Venti

The wind-rise tree was the best place to relax in, the sturdy branches could carry any weight you bring. At least for now, you used them to carry the weight of your despair. Your hand and leg dangling from the thick branch, staring off into the bright sky wishing you could whisk away like the clouds. Many hours of this felt like your forever.

However you weren’t alone; the entire time a certain archon sat right under you. Every shuffle and every sigh he heard, no matter if you were many feet above, it always felt close to his ears.

He wanted to smother you in his affection and tell you that everything will be better done together, but if you were really content to stay up there and not search for the bard for comfort, who is he to take away your alone time. You know that the wind will always be with you. And that is enough for him.

The wind blew gently around you, the smell of apples and wine would occasionally tempt you to find Venti and bathe in his relentless adoration. You were tired regardless, tired of the world and the pressures of society. The alone time was much needed.

A soft melody of a familiar lyre pulled you from your daze. “Venti..” A smile graced your lips, a success from Venti’s part, a smile he longed to see after hours on end of your dazed face. “I love you..” The song lulled you to your slumber, smile still played in your sweet dreams.

Tighnari

His tail swished irritably. He has been sitting in a bush watching from a distance, not at a bird, but at your figure sitting on a large tree root above a large canyon. Your face for the past hour has been sullen, deprived of affection for the world. Not that the world has any affection for, on your part.

Tighnari saw you a few hours ago, emotions still calmed, so what happened in that time you weren’t with him.

He was annoyed, not at you. Well, maybe a little for not consulting him in your emotional/mental spiral and sitting on the edge to a pontential plummetting death. But mainly on why he has to hide away while being too far away to protect you.

He popped out of the bush not bothering to flick off the loose leaves that made a home in his hair and clothes. He marched his way to you, careful enough to cover his footsteps. Once he reached you, his arms clutched your body, scooting you a bit further from the edge before sitting behind you. “Nari!..” Your head flickered to him but his arms that stayed around your waist and his head that plopped onto your shoulder prevented you to see his face.

His ears pressed onto your shoulder, clearly a sign of his worry, tail also curled around your waist, his body unmoving. “Sorry, did I worry you..? It’s been a little difficult for me lately.” You stroke his head and ears, huffing when his ears tickled your skin.

“Communication you lummox. Don’t take all the responsibility for yourself.” His legs slipped and crossed under your outstretched legs, now seeming as if you were sitting in his lap. He lifted his head and rested his chin on your shoulder instead, eyes finding and locking yours. You gave him a warm smile which caused his tail to wiggle, happy he could brighten your mood. “Alright my little forest ranger.”

Gorou

Gorou has never been as helpless as he could be now, on the battlefield he knew every route, and if he didn’t Kokomi’s manual was great guidance. Where was Kokomi’s manual to help him of all times.

You lay flat on the ground, relishing in the shallow Watasumi waters. In repentance of actions/emotions that were not allowed to be said.

Gorou sat beside you in panic, being his own lifeguard to make sure you were breathing every few minutes. “Can you please tell me what’s wrong Y/n?” You could hear the puppy eyes of hopelessness in him even under the shallow sandy water. Flipping over so your face could breathe above the water, and back onto the sand, you felt guilty for troubling your boyfriend to this degree.

“Gorou have you ever felt what it’s like to be at a loss.” You deadpan and glared at the sky ahead. His ears twitch as he went deep into thought. “Yes. On the battlefield there were a few times when we had to retreat.”

Your eyes flicker to his for a moment. “And what did you do??” The rippling water from the small waterfall swam around you, was actually pretty relaxing.

Gorou’s tail swished slowly in his seriousness. “The only route out was to step back. It’s not a total defeat but a retry of that once failure. And..” He smiled down on you, his brightness rivaled the sun above. “If I lose, I have you to come back to.” Gorou is too sweet today, you just had to drag him down into the waters with you with a grin.

Thoma

“Lovelyy, my dear, please open this doorrr!!” Thoma knocked lightly on the wooden paper door which you hid behind sulking. You were rolling around in agony for the past hours that Thoma who finished his workload for the day and came back to this, excused himself for a bit which gave you the insensitive to close the door.

“I brought you food. Though I don’t know what you're going through, please accept these as your coping mechanism instead of marking up the floor with your tears.” You were already up and at the door at the word food.

A large pout greeted Thoma as he guided you to the table and set down the goods he whipped up for you. Your head plopped onto the table with a thud munching on tri-color dango. Thoma noticed the dark circles under your eyes due to sleepless night over the thing you are stressing about.

It was Thoma’s turn to pout, “Why are you not getting enough sleep, is sleeping next to me not enough reassurance to your utmost protection.” You were startled and coughed into your dango.

“No nono, I just can’t help but have these thoughts keep me up at night. Sorry.” Thoma sat you up straight and poured you a cup of water. “No need to fret dear, I’ll always be here to support you. So...let’s go to the market today and help you find a good sleep essence for sleep.” Relief huffed from your breath into a smile, reliable and responsible, but you love his willingness to protect you the most.

Xiao

His face scrunched up, he hated this, humans were indeed complex. But you are HIS human, so what can he do for you. He struggled with answering this.

You both sat on the rooftop of the Inn as usual, and you were curled up in his lap sobbing your eyes out as your tears were running out. In a relief that you were starting to tire out from the previous bear-like grip you had on him, noise from inside the inn caught his attention, tugging you a bit farther from the edge.

He could hear two plates being set down, his order was ready. “Let me get something for you.” He mumbled as you tried to sit up straight while Xiao hurriedly grabbed the two plates and brought it back up to you.

The gelatinous almond pudding jiggled as if its purpose was to entertain and brighten you. It did. “I ordered this for you. Since i’m not good at comforting, and since this never fails to…make me smile, i thought it would to you as well.” He had forced out the word smile in hesitation in wording, and his gaze long gone from yours in embarrassment.

When he turns back to you after a few seconds of utter silence he greets that one smile he adores. “Thank you Xiao.” Your voice still raspy and dry from the leaked tears. You set the plate on each of your laps so you could nuzzle against his side while you ate the sweet almond tofu alongside him. The taste was endearing and so was the moment with your beloved that the events of your dread had faded away in the harsh wind.

Dainsleif

The repetitive sounds of hammering was conclusive in the acts of construction nearby…except it’s at an ungodly hour in the morning and it’s an Inn room, with you being the center cause of this disturbance with an onlooker who was only slightly peeved.

You were crouched on the ground facing the thick wall, slamming your head in anguish. All so tears wouldn’t spill from your eyes in front of your lover. Though Dainsleif would rather prefer the other over this, at least crying wouldn’t be as mind-grating, maybe.

“Enough. Are you trying to crack your skull open?” He was sitting on the sofa watching you and the door, in case there were any complaints he had to tend to because of you.

“I hope i do! The suffering is endlesss. Archons end me yourself you coward!!” Your voice was cracking with your plead, sniffles cutting through. Dainsleif has had enough of this antic and grabbed your collar and lugged you onto the sofa laying down on his lap.

You were flustered for a second, jolting up only to get forced back down. He placed his hand atop your eyes, closing them so now all your senses were focused on him, his voice, his touch, and his warmth.

“I awaken and hear your cries of panic first thing. Do you know how early it is? But not only that, do you not know that your harm is impactful on me.” His voice you could tell, was softer, your vision was covered but you could feel his emotions thoroughly. It unintentionally made you shed a tear, which Dain skillfully wiped away while maintaining your closed-off vision.

“Sorry. But now I can’t really sleep. Especially when i bashed my skull a little bit too hard, I think I killed a few brain wrinkles and cells.” Dainsleif stroked your shoulder with his free hand. “Would you like me to tell you a story. I have wandered the world for many eons there are surely some that would pique your interest.” You hmm with a smile. “Go ahead.”

Heizou

“My deeeerrrrr~ Your Sherlock has arrived.” He sat with you at the bottom of the small shrine’s gates stairs. Ghosts of shrine maidens have been perceiving this area, the sole reason why Heizou came. And the sole reason why you choose this area to mope, ghosts can’t judge you since they're already dead and mope here as well.

Heizou has just happened to hear from a birdy that you decided to venture off here alone. What poor defenseless boy can’t protect his lover from potential harm?

Your eyes tried no to make contact with his, Heizou being a great detective had its ups and downs, downs as in he can decipher how your physical state is right now. Your skin was pale and eyes red and puffy.

“Hm hum. Definitely been crying and loss of nutrition. Tut tut. Not okay Y/n.” He conjures up a lavender melon for you to graciously munch on.

“What’s gotten my honey bunch upset. Do I needa arrest a man.” His eyes glimmer mischievously at the end which was dead serious.

“No. Just please stay with me here a bit longer Zou.” Your fingers intertwined with his, squeezes of affection bounced back and forth. Your head rested on his shoulder as did his.

He hummed with a smile. “Would you like to hear how my day went? I was on forced patrol, welll, more like solving a small case that interested me this morning and turns out it was a whole fraud! A fake! The higher ups knew i would take that bait and used it to take me on patrol! So meann!”

You laughed at Heizou’s pout, fond of his adventure story. You would say the higher ups knew Heizou better than you can ever. “Maybe I should try that next time when I want to surprise you.” Heizou’s gaze stayed on your soft smile, agreeing to your comment but tranced by your face. “Your very kissable right now my deer.” His serious tone clashed with the lovestruck look in his eyes, you didn’t mind his physical affection on a day like this.

Albedo

Alchemy solves most of the world's problems, and he hoped it does for you. Bubbling in the flasks, Albedo was working hard on whatever he was making, which you idly sat by watching your boyfriend move so fluently. A large thick blanket shrouded you warm from the freezing temperatures outside the cave in Dragonspine.

Your tears have long dried in the biting winds and a large cup of hot tea sat in your hands. Albedo moved fast putting himself on a timer so when he was done he wouldn’t turn around to see you fall asleep on him.

Finishing the last touches in a few more minutes, he gently carries it over to you behind his back. You push the drink to the side and welcome Albedo into your blanketed warmth.

“Here you go, darling.” He placed a box in your hands, a luminescent flower head floated above it, shiny and delicate, the box was golden and had a small turn lever on the side. Albedo held and guided your hand to the lever and spun it, creating a soft melody, a tune that you have heard him hum it to Klee many times. It was so warm since it was a recording of Albedo humming the entire tune.

“That’s not all.” His lips curved up as he watched your glee. Albedo pulled the covers above your heads, trapping you both under the sheets. A golden glow of Geo resonance flew into the box and the trapped area you both were in sparkled in a starry sky. The projection was breathtaking, you would expect no less if Albedo told you that he took those pictures through an advanced telescope himself. Which he then admitted to.

A hidden easter egg was quickly found through your joyful eyes, was both your names inscribed together under a golden heart constellation. “For whenever you feel down, you can listen to my voice, admire my craftsmanship, or stare at the starry night sky. But just know I am more than happy to cover all three for you anytime.” You pulled you boyfriend close and thanked him with barrages of kissess.

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#genshin fic #genshin x reader #venti #wanderer #scaramouche #alhaitham #albedo #shikanoin heizou #dainsleif #xiao #thoma #gorou #tighnari #genshin impact #genshin imagines

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trilliastra · 5 months

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this scene was shot so beautifully and subtle, you can almost miss the sexual tension

there wasn't anything sexual happening, the undressing and mork helping day was supposed to be exactly what it was, if it weren't for this moment -- mork's loud exhale

if it weren't for this little moment I wouldn't have noticed how obvious the sexual tension is, but only from mork's point of view

because while day cherishes mohk as a friend (for now) mork is already, deeply, obviously in love with day

this scene established mork's feelings without making it look like he's taking advantage of day, because that could have easily happened, but mork is careful here

he doesn't linger, he doesn't ogle, he is careful to do the opposite of it

because this moment isn't sexual as we know day hasn't consented to anything sexual at all, but the tension is still present, we can notice it through the screen, because of mork's feelings here.

#last twilight #last twilight the series #morkday #sometimes i think i'm funny

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meowzfordayz · 2 years

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hashira dream about you dying

Author’s Note: intended for these to be ~short, but as per usual got carried away w/ each consecutive Hashira… 😆 P.S. Nothing against Muichiro or Tengen! Just ran out of energy/inspo. 😶

hashira dream about you dying

Hashira x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~1,600

CW: death content, explicit language

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Okay so this might be a strange coping mechanism but I found out really awful news about my health lately and I need some serious surgery. I saw your post about hashira dreaming and I was wondering if you could do an emergency preference of how all the hashira reacting to having a dream where you die? Like how would they react and be towards you after waking up.

~faqs~

Wakes up feeling surprisingly calm

Feels your body tucked warmly into his

Presses his palm flat against your cheek, slowly syncing his breaths w/ yours

“I love you,” he whispers, smile tugging at his mouth as your leg manages to entangle itself further between his, toes warmer than the sunrise

Gyomei’s heart stutters, apology for disturbing you on the tip of his tongue as your hand covers his, soft chuckle slipping out instead when you cuddle his fingers to your chest, still deeply asleep

He knows death is inevitable, just as he knows he’d rather cherish his moments w/ you than fixate on missing them before they’ve even ended

Not to be repetitive, but…

Once again (first time being in hashira dream about you cheating on them), this poor man 100% wakes up in a cold sweat 😔

He almost throttles Kaburamura when he sees him (Kaburamura) snoozing on your pillow 😬

On. Your. Pillow.

Where. Your. Head. Should. Be.

Where. Your. Head. Is. Not.

He knows in his heart of hearts that Kaburamura’s innocent

But if he’s innocent, then why is he on your pillow ??

And where are you ?????

Obanai’s up and out of bed in an instant

Sprinting through the house, hollering your name, barging into the bathroom, practically throwing himself down the basement stairs w/o even turning the light on

It takes ransacking the house to realize

…

Did they text me?!

Post ransacking clarity hits

They definitely texted me

9:14AM [y/n]: hii sleepyhead 😴

9:14AM [y/n]: wait wait wait I take that back

9:15AM [y/n]: hello handsome 😎

9:15AM [y/n]: I’m craving pancakes but we’re out of milk so I’m going to the corner store

9:17AM [y/n]: be back soon

Obanai glances at the top of his phone screen: 9:26 AM

Obanai winces

Obanai is glad you’re alive

Obanai is embarrassed

Obanai is now frantically un-ransacking the house

Doesn’t consciously dwell on it

Dreams are just that — dreams

But she def subconsciously behaves differently

Not that Mitsuri doesn’t already spoil you 👑

Buuut insisting you stay in bed for 5 mins so she can put your robe in the dryer It’ll be warm and fluffy!; helping you into it; and then scooping you into her arms, kisses sprinkled across your face to hush your confused protests ??

“Did you forget something? Did I forget something?” you ask alarmed, consulting your mental calendar to make sure your anniversary is still months away

“Nope!” she declares, bright smile both reassuring and further concerning you

…

“You just randomly decided to pamper me this morning?”

“Yup!”

“Is there bad news?”

“No.”

“Did you break something?”

She huffs at that, eyes rolling fondly, “I did not!”

“Are you okay?”

Mitsuri hesitates at your question, nose wrinkling as she touches her lips to your forehead

“Mitsuri?” you’re soft now — searching

“I’m okay.”

…

“You died.”

?????

“I dreamed that you died!” she quickly clarifies, sheepish giggle bubbling in her throat, “Obviously you’re not, like, actually dead.”

“Oh. Well. Yeah. I’m not like actually dead.”

And despite your slightly awkward deadpan of a response 😃, Mitsuri immediately understands your underlying message

I’m here

I’m okay

I love you

Is noticeably shaken for the rest of the morning

Knows it wasn’t real

Knows you’re sitting in front of her

Eating

Talking

Waving your hand in front of her fa-

Oops

“Shinobu,” you grumble, “What did I just say?”

Smiling lightly, she shrugs apologetically, “I wasn’t listening.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Of course not.”

“Well typically I pride myself in being someone you don’t purposefully tune out.”

“I was distracted.”

You nod slowly, catching the faintest tremor in her voice, “Distracted by…?”

“A dream.”

“From last night?”

“You left me.”

Snorting fondly Silly you reach for her hand, squeezing gently, “Shinobu. I would never leave you. I love you! You’re stuck with m-”

“You died.”

Your eyes widen, grip tightening, Shinobu’s expression blank

“Oh.”

“I know you can’t promise to not die.”

Swallowing thickly, you meet her stare, shinier—fragile—than usual

“I can promise to love you while I’m alive.”

“I know that.”

And it isn’t quite enough

How could it be?

But feeling the heat of your skin, the devotion of your gaze, the steadiness of your commitment

Shinobu knows it’s all she could ever ask for 💜

Is usually a super considerate, thoughtful, bend-over-backwards partner

Aka would be loath to rouse you mid slumber

But when Kyojuro dreams that you died?

He 11/10 immediately nudges you, index and middle fingers pressing gently into your neck at your pulse point

“Kyo?” you mumble, throat thick with sleep as you blink slowly, “Whatimeisit?”

“Just past 2am.”

It isn’t the forsaken hr that alarms you, but the lack of declaration in his voice

Your Kyo would be all Just past 2am !!!!! 😁 like he’s about to amble downstairs to make you a charcuterie board

—On that note, somebody pls and ty tell my partner that they need to wake me up at 2am w/ a charcuterie board ASAP 🤤😍😂

But this Kyo?

This Kyo is breathing heavily enough that you can actually hear him, yanno, breathing

This Kyo is fumbling under the comforter, grip warm and shaky when he finds your wrist — checking your pulse again

This Kyo eventually caves and wiggles himself until his bedhead’s tickling your chin, ear firm and desperate against your chest — listening to your heartbeat

“Did I cough in my sleep or something?”

#you are confused

#and concerned

“You died.”

“I… didn’t?”

In your defense, you’re still ¾ foggy

“I dreamed that you died.”

“But ?? I didn’t.”

Kyojuro’s too anxious to even consider feeling impatient w/ you rn

“You did not literally die, but you did die in my dream, and I am terrified.”

That sobers you

“Kyo…”

“I know you are alive! I know you are healthy! And fine! And alive! I just-”

“Just nothing,” you shush him, fingers carding through his hair, his eyes squeezed shut, fixated on the rhythm of your heart, “You’ve nothing to feel sorry for or ashamed of. That sounds horrible.”

“You were gone.”

Stiff

Cold

“How about we make tea?”

Not to dismiss or ignore his pain, but to ease him from it

Peering upward, Kyojuro smiles dimly, gratitude blossoming in his lungs

“Only tea?” “... you’re hungry.”

“First dinner was eight hours ago! We might as well eat second dinner!”

Not to fall into cliches

Which means I’m absolutely falling into a cliche hehehe

Buuut

Sanemi totally wakes up angry at you 💀

Logically, he knows he’s being a Stupid Dumb Idiot™

Emotionally, however

They fucking died

Translation?

He’s utterly wrecked 😞

At least, for a moment, until he physically shakes the sleep from his brain and regains his senses

“Wha’d I do?” you mumble, endeared, sleepy smile contrasting w/ his stormy, narrowed glare

“Nothing.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach up to pat his cheek, purposefully cheesy remark on the roof of your mouth when he intercepts your hand

*insert gulp here*

“Nemi?”

You audibly exhale as he brings your hand to his lips, tender kiss grazing your skin

“I’m angry at you for something that isn’t your fault.”

Oookay ?? 🤨

Sighing, he nibbles at your fingertip, gaze averted, voice quieter, “In a dream. Don’t worry about it.”

“One. If you’re hungry, then we can get up and make breakfast. Two. Should I ask? Or should I really not worry about it? Or both?”

Chomping gently on your finger, Sanemi smirks at your yelp, whine of betrayal followed by a pout

“Use! Your! WORDS!” you grumble, wrangling your hand free to flick his nose, “And stop deflecting!”

This is more fun the gleam in his stare says, the soft tug of your body closer to his reassuring you that I’ll tell you, I promise — just give me this moment

Is deathly quiet #pun intended

He’s already not one for chitchat first thing in the AM

But at least he generally murmurs Hi or Good morning or something that isn’t just staring at you like you’re:

going to explode

going to disappear (similar to 1, but less violent)

“How long have you been awake?” 🥱

No reply

“Good morning.” ☀️

No reply

“Giyuu?”

He blinks

What the fuck? “Giyuu!” 😐

“Five minutes. Good morning. I love you.”

“Are you sure you’re awake? That was an impressively delayed response.”

“I’m awake.”

Thing is, you know Giyuu

—what w/ being his partner and all that

Which is both helpful and frustrating

“Great. Thanks for clarifying. Now, am I going to have to pry this out of you, or will you tell me?”

You don’t meant to be harsh or insensitive

But this man def needs a nudge to express himself from time to time

“I had a bad dream.”

“About me.”

“About you.”

“Will you be okay?” you ask carefully

“Are you okay?”

“I’m alright. Happy to be here. Happy I get to love you too.”

He nods—mostly to himself—eyes finally regaining their focus, shadow of a smile gracing his face

“I’ll be okay.”

You don’t push further, an inkling of understanding in your heart regarding his dream

Giyuu may be guarded, but if he has walls, then you’re part of what they’re intended to protect

In other words: you know what he’s afraid of, of what can hurt him, and you also trust him

Trust him to tell you what you need to know, and to create a door for you when he’s ready 💙

Albeit, ofc, sometimes you end up creating your own door bc trust doesn’t always result in emotional aptitude 🙃

Tis a fine line between respecting your partner’s boundaries and ~crossing them bc “keep everything in until I combust” isn’t exactly healthy/productive either 😅

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— " COMFORT FOOD " they make your comfort meal for you! ♡ Fluff / Gender neutral reader

♡ COMMISSIONED BY ; @novaloptr Thank you for commissioning me <3

There is nothing better than having your comfort food on a cold winter day, the sense of nostalgia and comfort that stems from the meal is a constant reminder that you couldn’t return to the simple live you had before, outside of twisted wonderland; back home, yet the food didn’t cause you sadness, it in turn gave you a euphoric feeling of how despite the drastic changes in nature and surroundings, you’re still able to enjoy the simple things life has given you. Like of course food, with the meal you can remember the memories you had previously shared with others and possibly make new ones with others you come to meet.

So with that, RUGGIE couldn’t help but think the best gift he could offer you, was the meal that is perfectly catered to what you had and loved previously. He carefully handpicked the best ingredients he could get his hands on the day before; he made sure not to waste anything as he followed the instructions he had found online. He wanted this to be perfect, now don’t get him wrong. Ruggie by all means, was not a perfectionist; however your beloved boyfriend cherished you and wholeheartedly viewed you as utter perfection, who only deserved the utmost best treatment and care.

At first you were slightly confused, when Ruggie inquired about the various dishes in which you enjoyed, however you couldn’t help but feel a bubble of warmth wash over you, when you came home to find your dining table decorated with a bundle of flowers and candles, it was quite excessive even for Ruggie. The centerpiece of the entire decorated front was a meal covered with a lid, a small note adorned its top; when you unraveled the over the top note it read: “To the love of my life, I had to go to work, my asshole boss needed me! I miss you already :c but you told me ya’ told me you liked this right? So… I tried making it for you!”

A smug smile washed over your features as you settled down onto the seat. Ruggie was a lovable dork at times, but at these simple small moments you could tell how much your dork truly loved you. He was practically smitten and it showed visibly, he cared for you and he obviously noticed your recent homesickness; oh how could you not fall for the hyena, when he cared so deeply for you? He practically made sure you didn’t have to move a finger after work, he was simply that caring for you. You let out a soft sigh before removing the lid of your food, thankfully it was still warm.

When you and your partner JAMIL had moved in together; it was a given that the two of you would split the workload, in most of these cases Jamil would simply cook and you’d clean. It was a fair trade, yet slightly uncomfortable for Jamil who had been working to the bone taking care of a certain Al-asim since childhood; being free of an exceptionally large workload was such a foreign concept to him. In fact, Jamil had even volunteered to try and help you with your chores, however Jamil was already a clean and well organized person so there was rarely a mess you had to clean on his part, so you’d always refuse his help.. Unless of course it was your only option.

Jamil felt like he needed to give you a sort of gift, as a form of appreciation for your hard work; yet nothing materialistic satisfied his ideal image of a perfect gift, especially since the cause may seem a bit too unnecessary in your eyes. However when the brilliant idea of making you a meal which you loved came to mind, he couldn’t think of anything better!.. Getting an answer out of you proved to be difficult, as he intended to keep his plans a surprise, he had to ask questions rather ominously, in a way in which you wouldn’t figure anything out—Yes he was well aware he could simply use his unique magic on you, but he had vowed way back, before your relationship, that he’d never do so without your prior permission.

“Welcome home” Jamil said, as you took off your shoes and placed your coat on the hanger. “No kiss?” you asked, with a pout “Give me a moment”; you watched as your partner placed something onto the dining table, “I made you your favorite.. though I’m not sure if it’ll match your memories— but.. I tried!”. You were surprised, going up to the table only to see an all too familiar meal, “Is this why you’ve been asking about my favorite meals, this past week?”, Jamil nodded in response, “I wanted to make something special, to show my appreciation for you”

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