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wolf-three-fifty-nine · 2 months
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Desi Canonization Tournament Round 1
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Propaganda under cut:
Himemiya Anthy:
Heavily implied but never stated
She wears a bindi and in one episode, makes a curry so spicy that it causes characters to switch bodies. If that is not an indicator of a desi girl, I don't know what is
Although the director of the anime only made Anthy brown-skinned to make her appear more "exotic", you cannot understand Revolutionary Girl Utena without understanding how Anthy being brown impacts the narrative. Despite being a girl, she is distinctly "Othered" both physically and psychologically from her lighter skinned counterparts. She is known as the Rose Bride, an object to be won by the other duelists. She exists for them to project their desires and fantasies onto, and is simultaneously desired and detested - playing both the part of the princess and the witch. Her body is a site for physical and sexual violence both at the hands of her peers and at Akio's. Some characters view her as an obstacle to their own affections being realised, not understanding that they must turn their grievances upwards and look to dismantle the oppressive system of Ohtori Academy. In addition, the way that she protects Dios/Akio only from the villagers only for him to betray and abuse her is reminiscent of the way that brown women protect brown men from societal judgement and state brutalisation even if that protection is not reciprocated. She is made to bear the brunt of humanity's hatred, as represented by the thousands of swords that impale her body. Her journey of escaping Ohtori Academy and writing her own happy ending is beautiful and I think that she is quintessentially desi in both her trials and her triumphs
Twilight Sparkle:
look me in the eye and tell me ms golden child, has to be great cause her brother just married rich, high expectations sparkle isnt the best autism desi rep out there
Twilight is a hard-working magical pony who always takes care of her friends, even when her inexperience socially hinders her. As for why she should be Desi, honestly, I just saw an artist draw her as Indian once and I thought she was so beautiful. It seared itself into my brain and I was deeply disappointed about her still being purple in the human alternate universe.
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oyeevibha · 9 months
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women around their pasandida mard >>>
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xubsurat · 3 months
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Sona Rafiq
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love-belle · 7 months
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tujhe kitna chahne lage !!!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which the entire world is convinced that they do not like each other but it's actually quite the opposite.
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for when they make you go crazy in a good way. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
social media au // lando norris x fem!reader
warnings - language
author's note - another desi!reader bc why the fuck not!!!!!! hope you like it, i love you so much <3
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yourusername lando norizz said i sparkled (derogatory)
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username sirf ek chance plzzz (just one chance please)
username MAATE???? ( mother )
username OH MY GOD
username nah im in love what yhe fuxk
carmenmmundt you shine ❤️‍🔥
*liked by yourusername*
username THAT LEHNGA THOUGH
username traditional clothes hit different and that's just facts
username hayeee nazar na lage ( no evil eye )
username SHE ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS
username lando rn: ur a vampire
-> username forgive me in my head that was wayyyyy more funny
username marry me PLEASE
carlossainz55 i'm blinded
-> yourusername STOP MAKING FUN OF MY SEQUINS
-> landonorris only i'm allowed to make fun of her so back off sainz
-> carlossainz55 child i taught you everything you know now
-> landonorris OMG DAD STOP EMBARASSING ME
-> yourusername i'm blocking both of u
username she's so W
username traditions attire 🔛🔝
username i love all the drivers just randomly popping up on her post and leaving after pissing her off like that's MY source of entertainment and serotonin
username mother slays 🔥🔥🔥
mickschumacher your aunt (???) is setting me up with her daughter help
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username not the desi aunties trying to play matchmaker 💀💀💀
username i love her so much omg
username waiting for lando's comments before going on with my day like it's the morning news or something
landonorris you DO sparkle
-> landonorris disco light like looking witch
-> yourusername i'm honestly gonna go and tell lewis that ur being mean to me
-> landonorris WAIT NO
landonorris you sparkle (🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮)
-> yourusername here lewishamilton
-> lewishamilton lando no
-> landonorris I WASN'T EVEN DOING ANYTHING
landonorris imagine wearing silver on silver
-> yourusername you wear dumb on stupid everyday do u see me complaining
-> usernme nah she gagged him
landonorris boo 👎👎👎
-> yourusername ur so obsessed with me ☺️☺️☺️🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️ go on 🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️🙏🙏🙏 log out 💯💯💯❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥😘😘😘
username they make me so ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
username i want what they have
username just make out already
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username lando babe this js proves that you're all sunshine and smiles when it comes to her
username they hate each other???? lol
username nah what in the enemies to lovera shit is this
username HIS SMILE OMG
username sunshine boy
username he's so adorable
username nah they're definitely together
charles_leclerc says the one who burned the hello kitten mittens
-> landonorris IT WAS AN ACCIDENT and YOUR hello kitty mittens
-> charles_leclerc LANDO WE AGREED TO KEEP THAT OFF THE INTERNET
-> username me randomly discovering that charles loves hello kitty in the comments of a post about y/n from lando is so wild if u think about it
username hiii im new to f1 can someone please explain who y/n is and why do lando and her hate each other :)
-> username ofc angel <3 she's the daughter of one of the BIGGEST sponsors for f1 and she's like very close with most of the drivers and their partners and attends as many races as she can!!!!
-> username lando and her have had a very *rocky* relationship since the beginning bc the first time they met, lando pushed her into the pool and then she pushed him into a fountain so !!
-> username they're all currently in india atm bc y/n's sister is getting married and it's like the event of the decade!!!!!!!
-> username NO BC THAT FOUNTAIN CLIP WOULD FOREVER BE ICONIC
danielricciardo this is not helpful in beating the crush allegations !
-> landonorris shut the fuck up !
username he's so ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️
username not danny ric calling him out
username this comments section is WILD
username they're together idgaf they HAVE to be
username atp they're just playing with us
username no bc lando and y/n are SO iconic like from the moment they met to here like all of their public interactions are so entertaining
-> username one of them is always ready to throw hands with the other one and most of the time it's y/n
-> username nah bc i know my girl is DONE with his shit
yourusername you forgot how to crack an egg.
-> landonorris YOU CRACKED AN EGG ON MY FOREHEAD
-> yourusername HOW IS THAT RELEVANT RIGHT NOW
yourusername *when y/n is actually the love of my life
-> landonorris hahahahahahaha!!!!!!! babe what!!!!!!!!!
-> danielricciardo both of you are so dumb 😭😭😭
-> maxverstappen1 oh my god
-> charles_leclerc what just happened
-> username "babe" SAY WHAT
username im gonna go and walk my fish
-> username i suddenly need to iron air
username they're idiots (affectionate)
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yourusername tujhe kitna chahne lage ( just how much i love you )
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landonorris she's mean but she buys me chocolate so ❤️
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username AHHHSHHSHSHD
username i am not okay
username IM SO
username HER.
username im heartbroken 💔💔💔💔💔💔 both of my parasocial relationships gone just like that
username nah bc she can fuck me up and i would say thank u and sorry for wasting your time
maxverstappen1 she's mean to all of us but she doesn't get us shit
-> yourusername aren't you like a millionaire
-> maxverstappen1 SO ARE YOU
-> yourusername lol i get p and kelly chocolates
-> kellypiquet 🥰
-> maxverstappen1 you're never getting to babysit p ever again
-> yourusername WAIT NO I'M SO SORRY
username they both said fuck soft launch
username ENEMIES TO LOVERS
username apna time aayega ( our time will come )
danielricciardo idk she makes me chai
-> landonorris didn't she almost hit you with a rolling pin because you said "chai tea"
-> yourusername it was honestly so deserved
-> danielricciardo i am TRAUMATIZED
username LOOK!! AT!! THEM!!
username we've come so far oh my god
username y/n posting a couple dumb pictures of lando and a cute one of them together and then disabling the comments while lando posts these MASTERPIECES is so on brand of them
-> username cool gf 🤝 obsessed bf
yourusername i am NOT mean
-> landonorris sure
-> yourusername im not!!!!!!!!!!
-> landonorris sure!!!!!!!!!
yourusername love u ig
-> landonorris guess again
-> yourusername I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH
-> landonorris k
-> yourusername blocked
yourusername hey ur kinda pretty
-> landonorris hey you're very pretty
username THESE BITCHES
username i feel like i've entered an alternate dimension
username ngl im gonna miss y/n and lando shit talking each other
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glitchtricks94 · 7 months
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Senseless
Inguro Obanai and Giyuu Tomioka Sometimes, your love gets carried away and makes you lose all coherent thought. However, after a hard day, it's the least they can do, taking out all your thoughts and replacing them with all their love. This request was made by my dear friend, @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi, I hope you enjoy your men! Obanai my beloved Anyways, kick back, relax, mind the banner rule, and enjoy~ -Glitchtricks
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Giyuu always knew if something was wrong with you. His quiet nature made him more observant, especially regarding his beloved lotus blossom. Your shoulders were sagging when you drudged through the door, a detail barely perceived before you forced yourself to perk up as you spotted your love approaching you. He noticed the saddened sparkle in your eye, the same he carried for a long time. Forcing a smile, you greeted him, a sharp pain shooting through his heart seeing you try to force yourself to put on a façade to try and hide your pain from him. He didn't want that. He wanted you to trust him to see everything, know everything. It upset him seeing you try and pull yourself away like this. "My love." Giyuu spoke, his voice as soft as a babbling brook. "I can see the sadness in your eyes. Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" You let your mask fall, looking at the ground as you shook your head. He enveloped you in a warm embrace, you melted against him, the scent of irises and freshly washed linen enveloping your senses. Giyuu always loved to soothe you like this. Giyuu was more than willing to help you forget your pain, too. You ended up confiding that you honestly just wanted to forget the world and all that happened to you that day, your beloved nodding in understanding as he took your hand and led you to the bedroom. That felt like hours ago. You were currently laying on your back with Giyuu's cock buried snuggly inside your cunt, moans being dragged out from your parted lips. Giyuu was putting his everything into his movements, your hands pinned to either side of your head by his own, fingers intertwined. He loved this feeling of intimacy, being able to stare down at your face, your body. Seeing the two of you connected in such ways made him feel like he was flying, and it always did wonders for making you focus on him and him alone.
"G-Giyuu! O-oh, fuck, Giyuu- Ah!" You cried out, squealing as the water hashira continued to plunge his cock into you, his tip pressing against your sweet spot relentlessly. "M-my lily, y-you- Shit- You feel so good...S-squeezing ne so tight, s-sucking me back in-Ah! Oh, gods I can't get enough of you..." Giyuu panted, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, a muffled groan leaving him as you came, the man above you still pressing forward, intending on fucking you until you could only feel the pleasure he gave you, feel the love he held so deeply for you. He needed you to know. Giyuu only wanted you to know of him and his cock for the night, nothing else should be in your pretty head. Not while he has you wrapped around him so deliciously. He flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you presented to him with your ass in the air, the hashira thrusting back into you, somehow reaching deeper than before, whines and cries of delight flooding from your lips. You felt your mind go blank, pleasure being all you could feel, all you could register.
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Obanai considered his keen eyes and ability to read others one of his crown jewels of strengths. His protective nature tended to add an extra edge to his skill, and he often exercised it on either the newest weaklings to see if they even had potential, which to him, most do not, and on you, his beloved. You were the serpent of his heart, the thrum of a heartbeat in his very soul. You gifted him the ability to feel as if he was normal and not some monster born of tarnished flesh. He always felt so safe in your care, in your warmth, like a snake sunning itself on a stone. You were his sun, he was your moon. One can only imagine the fury he carried when he saw you arrive home with tear stains tainting your cheeks, eyes red and puffy from crying. "And just who did this to you now, my sun?" The serpent hashira asked, his voice low and dripping with pure malice. His heterochromatic eyes softened when you reached out to him, taking his wrist in your hand. Kaburamaru instantly slithered down from your lover's shoulder, moving to coil gently around your arm. It was his form of a hug. "N-no one, Obanai...I just...it's been a rough day, and I don't wanna talk about it...I'd rather just forget." You sighed softly, your lover humming for a moment, Kaburamaru taking the hint and returning to Obanai's shoulders as the raven haired man led you to your shared bedroom, making sure to place his beloved companion in his own terrarium like cage, the albino serpent swiftly getting comfortable and falling asleep. "So, just to clarify, you wanted to forget, correct?" Obanai spoke, his voice soft, and gaze softer as he looked at you. You nodded, the man before you reaching up to remove his bandages. "Are you willing to try something? I have a plan, but I need input on your end." "I trust you with my life, my moon. I'm willing to try anything you want." You replied, Obanai appearing pleased by this response. "Good. Wait for me on the futon. I recently acquired something I think you would enjoy." He ordered, you following without question as he got to his feet, disappearing from the room for a brief moment. When Obanai returned, his bandages were gone, his scars on display for you to see and a strip of silk cloth patterned with red spider lilies rested in his hands. "I thought we could try blindfolding you." He spoke softly, seemingly amused by how wide your eyes had gotten before he approached you, kneeling down before you. "Do you trust me?" You always did, you told him, your voice hushed yet filled with excitement as he carefully wrapped the silk strip over your face... Obanai's hands felt as if they were everywhere; your hips, your legs, your chest, your stomach, no inch of skin was left untouched by his delicate and calloused fingers. He relished in every soft whine and honey sweet moan you let out. It was all simply magical to him. "Yes, that's it, my sun, lose yourself in this pleasure." Obanai hummed, dragging his palm all the way down from the valley of your breasts to your pussy, which was simply dripping with your need. He knew what you wanted, and instead of making you beg, he'd give you mercy. "H-hah! Obanai!" You moaned out, feeling your lover circling his fingers over your clit, sending jolts of pleasure zipping up and down your spine. You squirmed beneath him, the serpent hashira grinning with sadistic delight at your struggles. "And how does this feel, dear serpent of my heart?" "L-like- Oh! Like- mmmnnn- L-like you're d-driving me crazy....Oh fuck, p-please don't stop, d-don't!" You whined, your lover soon sliding his middle and ring fingers down to your weeping entrance, pressing them in with ease. You felt your mind go blank from the sudden intrusion, instantly screaming as your orgasm snuck up on you when he curled his fingers inside you. "Oh, you've cum already." Obanai cooed, his eyes dancing across your flushed form. "I hope you aren't too tired, we're only just beginning."
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jake-g-lockley · 6 months
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Ok, My Precious (Javier Peña x reader)
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A/N: Get it? Ok Kanmani? @lil-stark asked for a desi fic ages ago and here it is :”)
Warnings: Men can be a little dumb bless their hearts, a little bit of smut, a tiny panic attack and crying other than that, soft fluffy javi <3
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Javi watched as you bopped your head to your music, singing to its catchy rhythm. You were working on an assignment, occasionally looking to the left of your laptop to write something on your notepad. You were absolutely obsessed with this song, singing it over and over again, even singing the ad libs.
En Rojaa Neeya
En Uyire Neeya
En Anjalli Neeya
Geetaanjalli Neeya
Javi loved the way your eyes would light up when you managed to get something right and how your eyebrows crinkled together when you didn't get the answers you needed. He tilted his head and continued to stare unabashedly.
En Kadalil Alai Paayum
Oar Mouna Raagam Needhane
Kaatruveliyidai Ellaam Naam
Iruvar Parandhu Sellathane
Javi leaned against the door frame and watched your lips move as angelic words tumbled out of them. He sighed softly and looked at you dreamily, his safe little haven away from the atrocities of his work. You were wearing one of his baggy tshirts and your fluffy slippers, hair twisted into a bun and a turmeric face mask on your face. 
Javi shifted to cross his legs and you finally noticed him at the door, your eyes widening as your hands come up to shield your face from him.
“Eek, Javi! Don’t look at me!” you squealed, pressing your hands to your face, smudging the mask all over the place. 
Javier laughed, “See mi preciosa, look at the mess you've made.”
He walks to your shared bathroom and comes out a few minutes later with a wet towel. He pulls a chair out beside you and drags your chair towards him so that you are situated between his thighs. He gently pulls your hand away from your face and places them upturned on his lap and begins to wipe your face.
You stare up at his handsome face as he gently rubs the turmeric away from your skin. When he was done with your face, he moved to your hands, kissing each fingertip as he cleaned them with the towel. He pulled you close for a hug when he was finally done, placing a feathery kiss onto your hairline and placing the stained towel aside.
Your heart swells with love and happiness as you snuggle close, your fingers gripping onto Javi’s shirt, your cheek pressed into his exposed skin where his buttons were opened as you felt the soft beat of his heart
“Te amo, roja.” Javi whispers, your heart fluttering with the tamil nickname. 
“Te amo, raja.” You whispered back. 
A message bloops on your laptop, bursting you and Javi’s little bubble and you sigh, sitting up straighter. 
“Go on baby, do your work, I’ll fix you something to eat.” Javi smiles softly at you, kissing your cheek before getting up and taking the towel with him. 
A few minutes later Javi returned, holding a bowl of fruit, a fork and a book. You smiled happily as he began to feed you fruit as he read his book, keeping you company as you softly hummed your favourite song while you worked.
You kissed him softly when you were done with the fruit, making him hum at the sweet taste of juice on your lips. 
He held your hand, playing with your ring as you continued working. The little white gold and diamond ring sparkled in the late evening light and he moved his hand around, making the light refract from it and bounce around the room. The ring was a gift from your mom for your 21st birthday and you never took it off and Javi loved playing with it. 
Javi kissed your finger and gently nibbled at your finger making you hiss slightly. He shifted closer to you, kissing your palm and your wrist, gently sinking his teeth into your skin, a sign that you wouldn’t be doing much work for the rest of the night. 
Still you ignored him and stared hard at your laptop, your free hand clutching your mouse tightly.
“Relax, amor, let me take care of you.” Javi’s lips grazed your ear as you sighed. 
You cave, melting into Javi’s touch as he curled his arm under your legs and lifted you up, carrying you to the bedroom, making you giggle softly into his neck. 
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Javi always wakes up before you in the morning. He sat up and stared at your sleeping figure, his eyes tracing your curves as they noted the love marks that he had carved throughout the night. Your hand was draped over your tummy, your red nails another reminder of the delicious marks that littered his back.
His eyes stopped at your ring again, the one that sat perfectly at the base of your middle finger. He began to imagine how it would be like to slip on another ring beside the current one. You’d definitely make a beautiful bride and an even more beautiful wife. He suddenly couldn't help but think that your name was written with his in the stars and he had the inexplicable urge to solidify it
You sighed in your sleep and turned around, and Javi leaned down to kiss your shoulder, shaking off his thoughts. He got out of bed when suddenly a nagging voice popped up in his head, urging him to grab your ring.
He frowned and shook his head
“Not steal it, idiot. To get her ring size.” the voice hissed again and his eyes widened
Javi gently dropped to his elbows and eyed your fingers. Before he could stop himself, his own fingers met yours and began to pull the ring from your finger. 
“Oh boy, we’re really doing this.” Javi thought as he gently placed your hand back onto the bed.
“Yes we are, doofus.” his mind voice spoke to him again. “Now run before she wakes up.”
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You literally couldn't stop bawling your eyes out. You did not only wake up to the fact that Javier had disappeared and gone to work, but your favourite ring was missing. You've had the ring on your finger for about  ten years. It was one of the only things keeping you close to your mother who lives thousands of miles away. You sunk onto the floor after literally turning the entire house upside down, your hands clutched to your heart. 
You fell asleep curled up on the floor in exhaustion and woke up to an alarmed Javier kneeling in front of you.
“Sweetheart, what happened?” his soothing voice only made you want to cry again as he pulled you into a tight hug. 
“My ring…” your voice falters as you begin to sob into Javi’s shirt.
Javier’s eyes widened and guilt immediately rushed around him. He internally face palmed as he subtly felt his pocket for your ring. Instead of pulling it out immediately, he jumped into action, pulling your hand to eye level as if to inspect it. 
“Alright, calm down, breathe, it must be here somewhere, mi preciosa.” Javi whispered through your sobs and gently pulled you up with him. 
“Let's start with the bed, yea?” 
Javier sneakily pulled the ring out of his pocket as you frantically tossed the pillows.
“AHA! I FOUND IT!” Javier shouted and you immediately give yourself whiplash when you looked up at him. 
“Oh thank god!” you jumped onto the bed and threw your arms around Javier’s neck and he subtly breathed a sigh of relief.
“You worked yourself up too much, baby, come on now, let me run you a bath.” Javier said softly as he slipped the ring back onto your finger. 
“Thank you, Javi, I love you.” you sighed , wrapping your arms around his body. 
“That was close,” the grating voice whispered in Javier’s head.
“Shut up.”
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It had been three months since Javi bought your ring. Every morning he would look at your ring, before shaking his head slightly and putting it back in his hiding spot. It wasn’t like you had anything wrong with you, he just wanted to find the perfect timing. 
Then one day it just clicked. 
It had been a long night for him, and he was exhausted the second he got home. His ears perked at the music that was playing the minute he put his hand on the doorknob. He threw the door open and his eye caught you spinning around, your arms thrown up as an upbeat song played in the background. You turned to look at him, running up to him to pull his bag away from him and he immediately snaked his arm around your waist to dance with you. Music consumed the both of you and Javier immediately forgot about his horrible day.
It was at that moment where he felt like his life without you would probably mean that he would have to live a horrible one alone. You let go of his arms and danced on your own, throwing your head back as he watched your eyes flutter close. 
He didn’t know how he ended up on one knee, the box ready in his hands as he looked up at you. 
Your music stopped and you huffed, stalking over to your laptop. 
“Baby, did we pay the Spotify bill-” you started to say when you noticed what Javier was doing. 
Your mouth dropped open as a soft gasp escaped your lungs. Javier felt so vulnerable in that few minutes, his mind racing as you both stared at each other.
“Marry me, kanmani.” Javier felt the words tumble out of his mouth in one breath. 
You know the moment you look at someone and your whole life with them flashes before your unfocused eyes? That was exactly what was happening to you. Birthdays, first days of school, graduations and anniversaries popped up in front of you as you found yourself living  a dream. 
You closed the distance between the both of you in a flash, wrapping your arms around his neck as one of your hands slid up his curls.
“Oh god, Javi.” you whispered as tears seeped out your eyes. “Yes, I will!” 
A choked sob escaped Javier’s mouth as he breathed a sigh of relief. He pressed his forehead to yours as he took your hand in his, slipping the ring onto your finger. Both of your tear drops mingle onto your hand and you pull away slightly to look at Javier’s beautiful brown eyes. You were positive you saw your whole world in his eyes as he pulled you close for a bruising kiss. 
“You okay, kanmani?” “I’m your kanmani hmm?” you giggle, pressing your nose to his. “Always and forever, en kanmani.”
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desi-lgbt-fest · 10 months
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Hello Gaysis!!!
I see you all waiting with bated breath!! Never fear, the prompts are finally here!!!!
It is our pleasure to bring to you the 30 day prompts for the Desi LGBT Fest 2023!!!
Feel free to draw, write, sing, dance, anything you want, anyhow the inspiration strikes you with the prompts! It can be a simple sketch, elaborate painting, a nonfiction piece, a sweet story, a poem, a cherished memory. Create and share and become a part of this small place online we're carving for ourselves...
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The over all theme of this year's Fest is:
"Queer As In Defying Conventions: What Does It Mean To Be Convention Defying In South Asian Contexts"
This means describing what queer defiance means to you and how you navigate your world within it. However, the prompt theme is merely a suggestion and not a requirement, so feel free to use the prompts as you wish! And if you do not want to use specific prompts, you can share something based on the overall theme with us.
Throughout the event, we will be signal boosting charaties, organizations, marches, as well as reblogging some of our favorite highlights from last year!
Head over to this post for rules and guidelines for posting the prompts. The image description is under the cut.
Image description: A flyer with a rainbow background. The title states Desi LGBT Fest 2023 Prompt List. The subtitle and theme states "Queer as in defying convention: What does it mean to be 'Queer' in South Asian Contexts of being unconventional?" Below, the 30-day prompts are given as follows:
Prompt List 
Theme: "Queer as in defying convention: What does it mean to be 'Queer' in South Asian contexts of being unconventional?" 
Dream Gay Aesthetic 
Legacy 
Fear/Guilt 
Ten Steps Forward, Two Steps Back 
A Little Freedom is All I Need
5+1 Things 
Faith/Rituals of Love 
The acceptance you hoped for vs. the acceptance you got 
Perseverance 
“They bring me flowers” 
One Fine Sunday…
The First in Your Family to: 
Once upon a time in _____
Public Transport 
Top 5 Desi Ways to Come Out 
Raat ki Roshni (Nightlife) 
Rainbow Sparkles 
The Box of Pictures in Ma’s Attic 
Sketching Life 
A Song That Fits Us 
Joy Yet to be Found 
Phati (torn) Shirt, Stitch It Up For Me 
Disconnect 
A Folksong/Folklore 
Saptiya? (Did you eat?)
Retro Desi Gays 
Kotha (talk, speak) 
Walk of Pride 
Defiance: of gender, of expectations
“We are who we choose to be”
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waynes-multiverse · 1 year
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Soldier boy x breeding kink because we all know he has one 🥵🤰
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@syrma-sensei
A/N: A fun one! Wasn't even surprised I got this one twice. Like lovely anon put it so perfectly, we all know that man has a heavy breeding kink, and I was all too happy to make his (and your) wishes come true. Let myself get a little inspired by the lyrics of the Zombie's song for this one 😈
Pairing: Soldier Boy x F!Reader
Warnings: +18/NSFW, drinking, celebrity name drops, smut (rough p in v, dirty talk, breeding kink, daddy kink, spanking, slight degrading, a technical age gap), naive reader, SB being a manipulative asshole
Word Count: 1.5k
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Time of the Season
April 1969
“She’s too young for you.”
Soldier Boy heaves an irritated sigh at his manager’s words but keeps his sparkling green eyes stubbornly trained on the young waitress who’s currently refilling Alan Arkin’s champagne glass. “Nonsense, Legend. She’s perfect. Just fuckin’ look at her,” he huffs and nurses his scotch.
“I am,” his manager insists. “She’s too fucking young for you. You’re technically turning fifty this year. Times are changing. You can’t just wet your dick with any pussy you want anymore. That girl doesn’t look older than twenty.”
“Twenty-three, actually,” Soldier Boy smirks cunningly. “I asked around. Prime of her life.”
The Legend scoffs and shakes his head. “Why don’t you fuck someone your age, huh? Like Katharine Hepburn?”
“You’re fucking kidding, right? That fucking broad is even older than me,” Soldier Boy bites and motions down two tables to the actress in question, admiring her little golden statue. He almost won one of those himself in 1951 for his biopic – not that he needs that useless glory.
“Do you know who has to clean up your fucking mess if you go a little too rough on this poor girl again? I do! And then there’s the reporters and the tabloids…”
“I’ll be careful, okay? Trust me. Last thing I wanna do is fucking break her,” he chuckles devilishly and empties his tumbler, flagging the young waitress down for another drink.
“Yes, sir? Can I get you another one?” She smiles brightly at him, shifting nervously on her low heels.
“That would be fantastic, doll,” Soldier Boy smiles charmingly up at her, causing a red tint to haunt her cheeks. “And how about you give me your name as well and tell me when I can get you outta this boring event, hm? Someone as pretty as you surely deserves to have some fucking fun, too.”
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“Wow, I’ve never been here before,” the young girl gasps with eyes as wide as the illuminated Hollywood sign on the hills when Soldier Boy shoos her into his usual suite at the Chateau Marmont – room 29. “Was that Desi Arnaz in the lobby?”
“Uh-huh, yeah,” Soldier Boy mutters disinterestedly as he shuts the door behind them and wanders to the bar, pouring himself a glass of scotch on the rocks. “Lucy’s probably nagging the shit outta him again.”
“Really? But they seem like such a lovely couple,” Y/N, that's her name, says in surprise and eagerly accepts the glass of alcohol he hands her.
“Yeah, it’s called TV, doll. It’s all fake,” Soldier Boy forces a smile to his lips and sips on his drink as he leans against the dresser across from her, raking his eyes over her exquisite, hourglass body. Nice rack, juicy ass, and perfectly wide hips with a small waist he could squeeze between his large hands. With a figure like hers, she surely wouldn’t have any trouble bearing his sons.
“It’s so crazy. I grew up in a small town in Kansas. Never imagined any of this when I came here, much less meeting someone like you,” she explains, her cheeks blushing rosy-red.
Soldier Boy only chuckles, loving that he already has this girl exactly where he wants her without putting much effort into it. “Well, sugar, it’s my pleasure. Like I said, gorgeous girl like you deserves some attention,” he coos and saunters over to the bed, sitting down next to her. His hand reaches out and gently brushes a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, practically feeling the heat radiate off her cheeks from the simple gesture.
“I’m not that pretty,” she swallows insecurely and hides parts of her face. “Why did you pick me? There were way more beautiful and more important women in that room. I saw how Brigitte Bardot looked at you the whole night.”
Ben purses his lips, shaking his head. “Nah, you have something that these whores don’t have, doll. All they want is money and fame. I’m not interested in that. I’m not even interested in that for a fuck,” he lies before mixing in the truth, “You see, what I want is a family. A nice, obedient wife to come home to after a long, hard day.”
“Wife?” Her eyes widen in disbelief, but as he expected, she isn’t appalled by the idea.
His smile widens as he strokes the apple of her cheek. “Yeah, you know? Someone who takes care of me, can give me kids, make me dinner, bake a decent pie,” he tells her.
“Really? Well, I actually make a great blueberry pie. Even won a contest in my hometown a few years back,” she informs him proudly.
“See? I knew you were the perfect girl for me the moment I laid eyes on you,” Soldier Boy grins broadly. “And I mean, I don’t wanna impose, but you’re probably sick of waitressing and working odd jobs to make ends meet at this point, aren’t you? C’mon, lemme take care of you, huh? I can give you everything you want. You want a house? A credit card? Nice clothes? I’ll make sure every dream you have comes true, baby girl.”
For a moment, Y/N chews on her bottom lip before she meets his gaze with a hopeful look shimmering in her eyes. “You mean it?”
“Of course! I’d never lie to you, my sweet girl. You can trust me. I'm America's hero, after all,” he smiles slyly and lifts her chin with two fingers, forcing her to keep eye contact. “There’s just one thing you have to do for me.”
“Okay, anything,” Y/N all too eagerly nods her agreement. “Can I just ask your real name first? I don't wanna call you Soldier Boy during, uhm...”
Soldier Boy laughs lowly. “I’ll tell you in the morning, baby girl. How about for tonight, you just call me daddy, hm?”
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“Fuck, daddy! Harder, please!” Y/N moans as he has her bent on the bed, crying out on all fours for him as he fucks into her from behind. Her perky ass is high up in the air as he grips the flesh on her hips, bruising her delicate skin purple, green, and blue.
Y/N has been a bit of a very positive surprise. So much so that he’s actually considering keeping the bitch. First of all, she’s deliciously loud. Dickhead Howard Hughes has already knocked on their door twice and complained about the unbearable noise level. Secondly, Y/N’s submissive and obedient and does just about anything he tells her to do. Nothing seems too shabby or naughty for that little whore. He fucked her throat till she was choking and crying, and still, she didn’t even whine once. She’s damn responsive, too, and comes faster than lightning. And last but not least, her pussy is probably one of the tightest ones he’s ever had, and if he didn’t plan on fucking a spawn into her, he’d love to fuck her asshole as well, but he supposes that one has to wait till she’s on her period, or better yet – already round with his child.
His balls tighten at the thought alone, slapping against her cunt as his thumb furiously rubs her clit to force another orgasm out of her. He just needs one more clench of his cock before he’s ready to burst as well and coat her walls with his seed.
“You’re gonna be my little breeding bitch now, huh?” Soldier Boy prompts, his palm sharply coming down on her asscheek as he spanks her luscious flesh, both globes already burning red from his constant abuse, but damn, he just can’t get enough of that noise.
“Yes, daddy… Wanna be full of your cum,” she whimpers needily and even pushes her hips back into him to meet his thrusts.
“Such a good slut you are,” he praises her and spanks her other cheek as well. “‘M proud of you, baby girl. You’re gonna make a great mother to our sons.”
“Fuck yes!”
“Gonna come for me again, hm? Need you to come one more time when I’m deep, so I can pump that pretty pussy full of cum,” Soldier Boy groans, spearing his thick cock in and out of her abused cunt.
One last harsh pound of his hips and Y/N breaks down, her pussy violently pulsating around his throbbing length and milking him dry as she takes him over the edge with her as her orgasm ripples through her small body. An animalistic grunt leaves his throat as he shoots hot ropes of cum deep inside her.
When he feels his dick soften, he carefully lays them both down, keeping her in place and his cock in her cunt as their sweat-clad bodies stick together on the filthy sheets. She’s breathing heavily, close to passing out, as he chuckles and lays a flat palm on her lower belly, gently brushing the spot.
“Fuck, you’re gonna look so good carrying my child, baby girl,” he whispers softly into her ear.
“Thank you, daddy. You’re the best,” Y/N mumbles blissfully, her eyes closing.
Y/N’s the sixth girl he fucked raw in the last couple of months. He always tells them the same thing but ends up fucking and leaving. All he wants is to know that his DNA is living on somewhere, running around in the world out there. But honestly? Y/N’s so perfect that he might just keep this one as a side piece and fuck a million more kids into her. Maybe he'll even buy her that fucking house.
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Pfff, can you tell I had fucking fun with this one? 🤣
Btw, I've decided to keep the dirty drabbles open for now, so you can keep sending them in if you have more smutty thoughts and kinks to get off your chest 😉 I already have a loooot for Dean, so Beau, Jensen, and SB especially are very welcome! There's no timeline when I'll post them. I figured this could just be a fun little idea we can keep doing in between ☺️🤷‍♀️
So, you have a kinky request? Then fill up my ask box, bitches 🖤
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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5, Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Chapter Summary: Omega and Wrecker's plan unfolds. The family wanders the Life Day Festival and feelings are brought to a head.
This chapter is mostly from Crosshair's POV. His internal thoughts will be identified by Italics without quotation marks.
Rating: T, SFW
Warnings: None
Crosshair divider by Snotbuggle, Star and Moon Dividers by Saradika
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Desi and Isabella had intended to have a leisurely morning with brunch and preparations for the upcoming Life Day Festival. But things rarely go to plan.
They instead got caught up in the frustrating intricacies that came with romantic relationships, and had yet to leave Desi and Taayo’s sitting room. Desi was thoroughly enjoying Isabella’s recounting of her encounter with Wrecker and Omega, “Clever girl!” She laughed boisterously, clapping her hands together in delight, “I’ve had half a mind myself to lock the two of you in a room until this little issue is solved!”
“These things aren’t that simple and you know it, Desi.”
“I wouldn’t mind a chance to clock him one in that smug face of his, though…For hurting you.”
“Desi, he didn’t… It wasn’t his fault.”
“I’m not talking about the chip.”
Isabella sighed, running a hand over her face, “I don’t blame him for wanting space. I just– I wish he would talk to me.”
“I’m still not convinced he can talk…”
“Desi!” She let out a startled laugh but recovered quickly, “I just think, maybe I shouldn’t go at all. I’m not convinced Omega and Wrecker haven’t devised some scheme to force Crosshair and I to be alone…”
“You’re blushing.” Desi waggled her eyebrows, then wrapped her arm around Isabella’s shoulders, giving a soft, reassuring squeeze, “Look, Izzy– I don’t see the problem here. Just wear the dress and go to the Festival! If the man can’t handle you being at an event that will span a majority of the bottom two levels of the city…”
Isabella rolled her eyes, “I don’t want to push him further away, Desi. Besides– maybe he’s right. Maybe I did treat him like a project– What if I was wrong?”
“Stars and Skies, Izzy! You are going to the Festival and if that man doesn’t kiss you like some holo-period-drama protagonist I will wring his neck myself!” Her tone left no room for protest and she stood, grabbing Isabella’s hand and dragging her towards the door. “Come on! We’ve got preparations to make and then I’ll help you get ready!” Desi paused, shouting across the house, “Taayo! We’re leaving!”
“See you later, darling! Don’t get Izzy into too much trouble…again!” He had a gentle voice that always sounded like he was on the verge of laughing.
“Spoil sport!”
They spent most of the day running around frantically to and fro with Desi barking orders like a military sergeant, and Isabella happily assisting. It was a wonderful distraction, she had no time to worry about the coming evening or what to do about a certain grumpy someone, instead her thoughts involved how best to place decorations for maximum festivity and keeping Desi from injuring herself in her dramatic rushing.
Now that Desi and Isabella were in her home, they’d taken turns in the ‘fresher, washing off the sweat, dust and dirt from their day. The quiet calm of a full day was hanging over them with an undercurrent of nervous excitement.
“Alright Izzy, which dress did you say was his favorite?”
“Wrecker said the blue–”
“Well? Put it on!”
“Desi–”
“Nope! No second guessing! Go–”
She loosed a fond, if exasperated sigh, Desi hadn’t steered her wrong yet so she put on the dress. It was a lovely cornflower blue embroidered with stylized golden stars that sparkled when she moved. It had long flowing sleeves and a rather daring neckline, a sharp v that ended just below the bust. She twirled in front of the mirror and couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. The last time she’d worn it, she’d been wandering the market with Desi and Taayo and had run into Omega and her brothers. She tried to recall if Crosshair had shown any sort of outward reaction to signal that he’d liked the dress, but failed. He was too good at hiding and she was too afraid she’d been wrong.
“Oh! At least he’s got taste… Brings out your eyes.” Desi hugged her shoulders from behind, “If this doesn’t knock that scowl off his face– then he doesn’t deserve you.”
Isabella reached up and squeezed her friend’s hand gently, “Thank you.”
She returned the soft smile, winked, and whispered, “Now, lets go catch you a stubborn-ass sniper!”
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Wrecker didn’t bother knocking, Tech had already deactivated the lock so he burst into Crosshair’s home with a wall-shaking bellow, “CROSSHAIR!”
He groaned in response. He stood uselessly before his meager clothing options, still in just his comfortable lounge pants, his recently grown out white curls mussed from running his hands nervously over his head. A toothpick sat securely in the corner of his mouth, which he chewed absentmindedly.
Wrecker continued to bellow as he entered, followed quickly after by Tech, “Happy Life Day!” They were both dressed in the nicest clothes they owned, comfortable and light, but certainly better than what Crosshair felt he had to offer. Why does it matter what I wear? I’ll just sneak away at the first opportunity…
“You are not dressed.” Tech remarked flatly.
“Figured that out by yourself, did you?” Crosshair snarked, rolling his eyes.
“It was a simple observation.”
“Come on Cross! Omega and Hunter are waiting for us!” Wrecker looked quickly over Crosshair’s clothing options, humming loudly to himself and wiggling his fingers as he made his selections. “AHA!” He tossed the items at his brother, who caught them mid-air with a scowl, “Put those on and let’s go!”
It was a simple outfit, a loose black shirt of comfortable, breathable cloth, and a pair of dark patterned pants. Crosshair shrugged and began to dress. At least it’ll be comfortable. He added on his simple boots and grabbed his gundark leather jacket he’d filched on a supply run– nights got cool on Pabu. He sighed, schooled his face into an unaffected mask, and followed his excitable siblings out the door.
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“Izzy! Izzy! Izzy! Are you ready?” Omega was bouncing up and down, blond curls bouncing wildly. Hunter leaned against the wall outside, amused smile and soft gaze trained on the energetic little girl.
“I’m coming, ‘Mega!” Isabella called, voice bright with laughter. She took a moment at the door, taking a few steadying breaths and steeled herself for what was sure to be an interesting night. Omega’s eyes sparkled and she gasped, “You wore the dress!!” She clapped her hands excitedly and Hunter chuckled, a deep amused rumble. Isabella could’ve sworn she heard him mumble, “Cross is a goner…” But she chose to ignore it.
“Of course I did! You asked me to.”
“Come on! I told Wrecker to meet us here–” Omega beamed at her then grabbed her hand and started pulling her toward the street. Hunter followed quietly after.
Only moments later they heard the bellowing, joyful laughter of Wrecker, then saw the trio rounding the corner towards them. Wrecker had one arm around Crosshair’s hunched shoulders, practically dragging him along as they walked. Crosshair’s scowl was deep but there was the tiniest hint of humor in his eyes. He stopped short, eyes locking onto Isabella like a target. His scowl deepened and the whites of his eyes flashed with something, but it passed too quickly to identify.
He looked good. Really good. Isabella couldn’t deny that fact anymore than she could deny the warm blush growing on her face nor the painful clenching in her chest. She sighed, took a deep breath, and plastered a smile on her face, for Omega, she reasoned.
“Crosshair!” Omega exclaimed, full of mirth, then grabbed his hand and pulled him along towards the lower levels of Pabu. Crosshair grumbled, “What’s the rush, shortstack?” Hunter tried and failed to hide his chuckle at the sight.
It was a long and awkward walk, at least where two of the group were concerned, Isabella kept trying to sneak looks at Crosshair, attempting to gauge if she’d made things worse by agreeing to come with them.
Crosshair scrunched his face, trying to hide away from everyone but being in too public of a place to hide. He couldn’t keep the tiniest curve of his lips from showing at Omega’s bright enthusiasm, though he rolled his eyes and made snide remarks.
Omega led the charge into the festival running towards the bright lights and festively decorated tables, then raced back towards the group to chatter in wonder and excitement. There were colored lights everywhere, booths were filled to the brim with handmade goods and decorated with a festive, Life Day flare. It hurt Crosshair’s eyes, all the gaudy, colorful items, the whimsical recreations of historical figures in fanciful Life Day garb, the happy, wide toothed grins of the towns-people. Ugh… 
Omega grabbed Crosshair’s hand and pulled him towards a table, “Look Crosshair!” She pointed at a wooden carving of a Tooka wearing a red festive hat. He rolled his eyes, but she had already run off to the next booth, excitedly exclaiming about a holopicture projector of a snowy planet. He sighed, picking up the Tooka figurine and placing credits on the table with a scowl. The merchant raised an eyebrow but, wisely, kept silent. After nearly an hour of this, Crosshair’s hands were full of items Omega had pointed out before running off to the next shiny thing that caught her eye.
“Those will look great in your home, Cross. Goes great with the decor.” Hunter elbowed his side, a self-satisfied smile on his face.
“Keep it up, Hunter. All these are going to your place. And at least half of them are noise-makers.”
Hunter’s smile faltered every so slightly, then walked quickly off after Omega, “No more gifts!”
Echo joined the group for a while, wandering the festival with them and chatting with Hunter while the others browsed the tables. There were game booths set up periodically, which Echo and Wrecker took turns doing with Omega. They had some sort of competition going, but Crosshair didn't pay enough attention to know what it was.
Crosshair tried not to stare as Isabella wandered the stalls, making small talk and surveying the items.
“You look stunning this evening, Izzy!”
“Thank you! Omega picked it out for me.”
“Oh! Smart girl!”
Hunter chuckled, “You could just talk to her, you know…”
“Stay out of it, Hunter.”
“Maybe if you weren’t staring at her like a love-sick Akk-pup, I would.”
Crosshair made a disgusted noise, pushing past Hunter with a forceful push with his shoulder, and stalked away. He pointedly ignored Hunter’s laughter.
Eventually, Wrecker stopped at Daisy’s stall, full of all manner of baked goods and scenting the area with the comforting aroma of fresh bread. He stayed there, grinning happily, as Daisy regaled him with a story and he listened with rapt attention. Echo had wandered off at some point, speaking animatedly with someone about his work with Rex. Next was Tech, getting into a rousing debate with Phee and a few other history and culture enthusiasts at a stand promoting different cultural holidays similar to Life Day. He’d be busy for the reminder of the evening. And finally, Omega dragged Hunter away, his arms now laden with the gifts Crosshair had acquired, to play with Lyana and Shep, leaving Isabella and Crosshair alone.
Crosshair scowled, he knew that Wrecker and Omega had set this up, knew that they expected there to be some sort of resolution, but he felt too lost. Adrift in the swirling emotions he’d been trying to force into containment under the shell of anger and fear. He had tried to keep his distance, tried to ignore that she’d chosen to wear the dress he felt most closely fit her. She was beautiful, he wouldn’t deny that. He groaned inwardly, This shouldn’t be this hard! Just stay away. She’s just a person.You’ve never liked people anyway.
They walk slowly and in silence, observing everything, neither willing to break the ice quite yet. Crosshair’s eyes land on the constructed bar area, where they were serving festive spiced drinks. To him, that looked like an escape. He wasn’t prepared to face Bells yet, wasn’t ready to see the hurt in her eyes again, wasn’t ready to remember the guilt and the anger. He was quite content to wallow, thank you.
The bar had been prepared with four specialty Life Day drinks: the Fuzzy Tauntaun, Jedi Mind Trick, Outer Rim, and Yub Nub. He scoffed at the silly names, but grabbed one that looked the least festive and most appealing and found a silent spot in the corner against the bar.
Isabella followed him, but kept her distance, she was at a loss at what to do. It seemed obvious that Crosshair didn’t want her here and she didn’t think that a productive conversation would be had in such a public setting. She couldn’t hide her disappointment, she had hoped, perhaps foolishly, that Desi would be right– "Ugh, it’s not a holo-film Izzy! Don’t be so stupid!" She whispered under her breath. She grabbed a drink as well and took a healthy swallow, taking comfort in the burn. She was too antsy to sit still so she ambled around the area, sipping her drink and ignoring the swirling emotions and the intense presence at the corner of the bar. She walked, she mingled, doing little more than greetings and small talk, some small part of her wishing she’d just stayed home, despite the eager insistence of her friends.
Crosshair watched as Isabella wandered the area, talking and drinking, she was a natural in a social setting but he couldn’t shake the feeling that her smiles were dimmer and her eyes did not carry that familiar warmth. What would you know about it anyway? He chided himself internally, You didn’t want her around, you don’t actually think she misses you? The alcohol did little to improve his mood, but he sipped at it anyway.
Now Isabella was chatting with some tall man with a sickly sweet smile, Crosshair tried not to listen.
“Izzy! Or is it Bells now? I’ve heard someone calling you that now, I think.”
“Oh, that’s Crosshair’s nickname for me actually.” Was that regret he was hearing?
“What, he too good to call you Izzy?” Try me, Di’kut…
“Uh- He’s a little stubborn. But I don’t mind, actually, I like it.” 
“Should I start calling you Bells too, then?” I shouldn’t be jealous. You aren’t even mine.
“That’s alright. Izzy will do.” Kriff… I need to leave.
“He gets a special nickname? What if I called you…Bella?”
“Absolutely not.” That’s interesting. Is she mad? “You can call me Isabella or Izzy–”
“What’s wrong with Bella?”
“Call me Bella one more time, Mr. Keis.” Damn, Bells…
He found himself standing and crossing the distance between himself and the pair, standing behind her glaring menacingly before he’d really registered he’s moved.
“Uh–Maybe I should go…” Mr. Keis cleared his throat, gave a half hearted smile, and practically ran away, “Later, Be–Izzy!”
Crosshair’s heart was racing, the pounding loud in his ears when Bells turned around, her face flashing with shock and relief?
“Crosshair–” The way she breathed his name broke something in him and he panicked, turned on his heels and walked away, seeking shadows, desperately searching for a place to be alone. The eyes of everyone he passed burned against his back, ears ringing and pounding, drowning out any other sounds. He was oblivious to the figure that followed him.
He finally stopped in a small decorative garden area, it was shadowed and quiet, without a soul in sight. He stood rigid, breathing heavily, with his head leaned back facing the starry night sky.
A soft voice tentatively called his name and he squeezed his eyes shut, he wasn’t ready to face her. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be.
“Cross– You don’t have to say anything, but I just, I need you to listen.” He stays silent and doesn’t move. “I don’t blame you for what happened.”
He turned to face her, face stuck in a pained expression. She reached out a hand, but stopped short of touching him, “Wait– Just listen. Please.” Isabella took a deep breath, then words started spilling out, “You didn’t hurt me. It was the inhibitor chip. I watched you fight it, and I was terrified– not of you but for you. And then when you woke up, you shut me out and I was hurt and confused and angry. I thought…” She stops, voice shaking and eyes full of emotion.
Crosshair couldn’t look away. He wanted to run, wanted to shut the world out again, like he always did, push the feelings down where no one can touch them. I thought if I’d pretended not to care, then I wouldn’t.
Isabella shivered, the night had taken on a sharp chill, and she crossed her arms over her chest for warmth. She continued, speaking softly, “My brother joined the Empire, you know…They bombed our city, our parents died, and he joined them.” She laughed, an empty humorless sound, it was not a sound he associated with Bells. “I was…away when it happened. I didn’t even know about it until nearly four cycles after the funeral. He was changed. He tried to get me to join them too, but I refused. He got angry and…we both said things we shouldn’t have and I ran. What I wouldn’t give for a chance to talk to him again.” Tears flowed freely down her face and Crosshair ached to wipe them away. Her eyes pleaded at him and she whispered, “What I wouldn’t give to talk to you again.”
He sighed, his fists clenching and unclenching, and he started to pace, “You don’t understand. You don’t know what it’s like to lose control of your body–your mind– Two voices and both of them feel right and both of them are me. One says Follow orders! Eliminate the threat the other says, This is wrong.” He stopped pacing, shook his head, then pointed one finger painfully against his chest, “My brothers left me behind because I chose it. But I hated them for it. The choice… it was right. I knew it was. The Empire was going to fix things, to fix me.” He ignored the tears streaming down his face, grimacing against the emotions that were finally being released, “But it was a lie. Everything I thought, everything I believed was a lie.” He faced Bells straight on, meeting her eyes finally, “Now you look at me and tell me how I’m supposed to know what part was the chip and what part was me? How am I supposed to trust myself? How am I supposed to–”
She took a chance, closing the distance between them and taking his hands in hers, he did not pull away, “Crosshair– You are not to blame for the actions of the people who made you.” The silence spurred her onward, “Here’s how I see you: strong and capable, and a bit of an ass.” He chuckled despite himself, and she continued, “You care deeply, even if you hide it behind harsh words and sarcasm, and you’re incredibly smart. You are more than what they made you.”
The earnest feeling behind her words slammed against his heart painfully, “Don’t you ever get tired of being so fucking nice?”
She shook her head, “You want me to be mean? To yell at you? To hate you?”
He growled, all his frustration bubbling to the surface, “Why? Why can’t you just give up on me?”
“Believe it or not, Crosshair– and brace yourself, this may come as a shock– I actually like you. Specifically you.”
“You like everybody…”
“Not everybody, but most people, yes.” She places one gentle hand on the side of his face, “Is it so hard to believe that I care about you?”
He leans into her hand, eyes falling shut, but the silence stretches, so she speaks again, desperation clear in her words, “I will respect your wishes if you don’t want to see me again after this, but I–I miss you. Maybe I’m naive. Maybe I’m soft. And maybe I shouldn’t, but I did think that kiss meant something…”
“I…don’t know how to be what you want, Bells.”
“And if I said you already are?”
Silence. Hesitance. A knowing sense that this will change everything.
"What do you want from me? I wasn’t made for this…" Crosshair was confused, uncertain, never before had he been faced with such a strange and intimate challenge.
"Because it's not what you want or because you're a clone?"
He sighed, groaning inwardly, Leave it to Bells to read between the lines so clearly.
She placed her other hand on his face, pulling him down to look at her directly, "I don't give a damn what your makers claimed your purpose was. They made you, but they're gone now. You're here. You're alive. You can choose!"
"And how the kriff am I supposed to know how to do that!?" He pulled away, the feeling of her hands on his face burning the shape of her fingers into his memory. He turned his back to her, breathing heavily, "My whole damn life has been orders and structure, fighting and surviving!" He turned back towards her sharply, "And what about you, huh? You talk about freedom and choice–" His tone was sharp, accusatory, "What do you want?"
This shocked her, her eyes darting around in confusion, "Me? It-It doesn't matter what I want, Crosshair!"
"Wrong answer, BELLS."
"Cross–"
"No! Stop trying to be nice. I want you to be selfish!" His long strides brought him back to her space, leaning over her, begging her, daring her to answer, "What about you? What do you want?"
She let out a string of curses, of which Crosshair would later be impressed, anxiously shaking her hands at her sides, "I–" she started pacing back and forth, then comes to an abrupt stop once again in front of Crosshair, "I want you." It was a simple admission. No frills, no questions.  Crosshair was silent, unsure what to say, frozen in place. Bells started speaking again, a rush of words spilling out, "I’m drawn to you, Crosshair. In a way that I’ve never been drawn to anyone before. I want to spend all of my time with you.  I want to make you smile, or better yet, make you laugh. I want to paint and hear you snark that I've gotten more paint on myself than on the actual canvas. I want to kiss you– Damn, I want to have you kiss me senseless and to quiet your past when I can… hold you when I can't. I want you safe," She closes her eyes briefly, "even if it isn't with me." 
He slowly gets closer then gently reaches his hand up to cradle the side of her face. He laughs, deep and rough, "Kriff, woman! Even when you're being selfish you can't help but worry over someone else." He paused, feeling her lean into the palm of his hand and in that moment he decided to try to stop running, if this was where he got to stay. "Kiss you senseless, huh?" His mouth curled upward in a challenging smirk.
"Please…" He needed no further encouragement and his mouth crashed into hers, finding it blessedly soft and eager. His tongue runs over her lips and she whines, opening her lips to allow entrance. He grabbed her firmly around her waist, pulling her close and running his fingernails across her back. He pulled away from the kiss, smirking down at Bells, taking in her hooded eyes and kiss-swollen lips, "Begging already?"
"I could always yell at you instead," she smiled then leaned up on her toes to catch his bottom lip between her teeth. 
"Maybe later." He leaned back in, capturing her lips once more, taking his time with slow, languid kisses.
Bells responded eagerly, hungrily, kissing him back with a fervor he never would have expected. Her hands explored his back with soft, gentle touches, caressing his form with reverence. It mesmerized him and he nearly lost himself in the moment. He pressed kisses along her jaw, eliciting bubbling, joyous laughter.
“I KNEW IT!” Wrecker’s voice boomed from behind them and Crosshair’s head shot up, fixing his boisterous brother with a withering glare. Wrecker laughed loudly, and started typing on his wrist com unit. The pair separated reluctantly, standing side by side, with Bells leaning into his side. Crosshair wordlessly removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
Moments later, all three of their com units began dinging with notifications.
GETWRECKERED: <3 Found Crosshair! Aaaand Izzy! <3
BanDADna: Ugh Finally!
Echoohc3: You all owe me 50 credits!
TECH-nically: I will mark this day on the calendar.
CrissCross: I will kill you all.
DrSunshine: No he wont. <3
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the-whispers-of-death · 2 months
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Two Broken Soldiers, One Starry Night
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley & Male COD OC "Stone" Summary: One night, Stone needs some fresh air, and it turns out he's not the only one. Word Count: 1,044 words Content: Fluff, so much fluff, platonic hand-holding, build-up to found family!141, American!OC, and while it's not mentioned specifically: ftm!OC, Desi!OC. Author's Note: I'll be honest, this was at first supposed to be romantic between Ghost and Stone, but then I realized that I can't see Stone being with any of the 141 romantically. I just need them to invite him into their found family! I looked up the myth of Cygnus for this, so I'm sorry if it's inaccurate. I was also surprised how many of my previous blurbs about Stone and the 141 that I mentioned in this, but it recaps basically everything about their interactions, so I won't link them here.
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It was a rather warm night when Stone was up and roaming the hallways of the barracks, having exited his own because he woke up from a flashback. He couldn’t sleep again, not until he got some fresh air.
He headed towards the exit of the barracks building, opening the door and stepping out into the warm outside. He hadn’t expected anyone else to be up and about tonight, but there he was, sitting on a bench outside the barracks.
Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley of the SAS Task Force 141.
Stone knew him well enough, being lent to the Task Force to be their medic as a symbol of alliance between the U.S. and the UK, since Stone was a U.S. Fleet Marine Corpsman. However, due to them both being stoic and guarded men, they didn’t interact much.
Until now.
“You going to spritz me with that spray water bottle of yours like you did with Price when you found he was up in the middle of the night, Stone?” Ghost asked, turning his head to the side when he saw Stone approaching. He had his signature balaclava and white skull mask on while Stone had on his muzzle-like mask.
Stone let out the smallest huff of amusement, something that he had been doing around Ghost lately, before he settled in beside Ghost. “That was different,” he said, his broader shoulder brushing against the lieutenant’s as they sat side by side on the bench. “Price was working, you’re just… What are you doing?”
Ghost’s brown eyes seemed to sparkle from beneath the eye holes of the balaclava, as if he was amused by Stone’s question. “I’m just looking at the stars. Needed some fresh air, couldn’t sleep.” He then took a long, hard look at Stone before gently nudging Stone’s shoulder. “What are you doing up?”
“I couldn’t sleep either,” Stone replied.
Even though he sounded cold as usual, it was the most vulnerable thing he had ever said to one of the 141 members. He couldn’t get himself to regret it, though. He and Ghost were in the same boat, both up because they couldn’t sleep.
“Well, at least we have company in each other,” Ghost murmured, to which Stone nodded.
The conversation soon dried up, since neither of them were talkers. They sat in silence, just enjoying being out in the fresh air and having each other by their side. Both of them were looking up at the stars, soaking up the sight of the sparkling specks of light.
“My favorite constellation is Cygnus,” Stone said, breaking the silence. He glanced at Ghost before pointing out the constellation, tracing the stars that made the constellation into a swan.
Ghost followed Stone’s tracing, seeing the swan constellation. “Why?” he asked, curious to why that specific constellation.
Stone shrugged, looking slightly sheepish underneath his muzzle-like mask. The constellation really meant a lot to him.
“Well, the myth of Cygnus is one that resonates with me the most. His friend Phaeton and him had been racing across the sky and their chariots had been too close to the sun which caused their chariots to burn down, so they both crashed down to Earth. From the fall, Phaeton died in the bottom of the Eridanus River. Cygnus couldn’t retrieve Phaeton’s body due him being mortal, so he asked Zeus, King of the Greek Gods, to turn him into a swan with the agreement that he’d stay a swan and live the normal life-span of a swan. Zeus agreed and as a swan, Cygnus dove down and collected Phaeton’s body, giving him a proper burial. The action touched Zeus’ heart, so he immortalized Cygnus in the sky as his swan form to be a symbol of friendship and sacrifice,” he explained.
Ghost took in that information, also taking in how much longing had crept into Stone’s voice as he recounted the myth. He could tell how much Stone really liked Cygnus being so willing to retrieve his friend’s body and it made sense that Stone would want a friendship like that, because Stone had no friends, not really.
He rested his hand on Stone’s, which was just resting on the bench between them. “You deserve someone who would beg the gods to change their form just so they could retrieve your body. You deserve that type of commitment.” He paused, letting his words sink in. 
He intertwined his and Stone’s fingers, taking in how much larger Stone’s hand was compared to his. It was a truly platonic gesture of affection, an act to represent how much Ghost cared for Stone beneath his stoic demeanor.
“If you’d allow me, I’d like to be there for you,” Ghost whispered, as if he was afraid this moment wouldn’t last if he spoke any louder. “I know we don’t really talk or hang out, but I see you. I see the way you show your care for us in the way you gave us those cups of chai when we weren’t expecting it, the way you helped Gaz and Soap get the things off the higher shelves at the supply depot. You may still be outwardly cold and stoic, but I know in your heart, you care. And I want to care for you too.”
Stone’s brown eyes softened at that, his heart melting in his chest as he nodded. “I’d like that too.” He then gave a soft chuckle, something more than a soft huff amusement. “Just don’t tell anyone I’ve gotten soft, huh?” he joked, the only tell that he was smiling beneath his muzzle-like mask being the soft crinkle of his eyes.
Ghost laughed, smiling beneath his balaclava. “I won’t tell. Besides, I’ve got a reputation to uphold too.”
In that moment, the air around Stone felt lighter for the first time. It was like the world wasn’t constantly crushing his shoulders, like the world was brighter. No longer dull and lacking life.
All his life, he never had someone in his corner, never had a family to go home to. But maybe now, he’d have a family.
Maybe the 141 wasn’t just a chance to strengthen relations between two nations, but also a chance for Stone to fully heal. And he wouldn’t do it alone.
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wolf-three-fifty-nine · 2 months
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Desi Canonization Poll Masterpost
Thank you all for the wait, the time is finally here to announce the desi canonization poll matchups! For those of you who are just stumbling upon this, this is a poll idea that came from @latinotiktok's polls a while back. It's all in fun to see which of these characters will be granted the title of a desi girl (gender neutral)
The polls are tentatively set to start on February 1st, with one to two matches a day. I hope to try and update this post with the winners of each round as we go along, but you can find any information about the matchups under the tags #desi canonization poll
Without any further ado, the matchups are under the cut!
@tournament-announcer
Round 1: Anthy Himemiya vs Twilight Sparkle
Round 2: Beauregard “Beau” Lionet vs Kanaya
Round 3: Mr. Bean vs Barriss Offee
Round 4: Inej Ghafa vs Mystique
Round 5: Yamaguchi Tadashi vs Apollo Justice
Round 6: Sharla vs Kurapika
Round 7: Steve Minecraft vs Chu chu
Round 8: Raven vs Harry Potter
Round 9: Biana Vacker vs Tenjou Utena
Round 10: Nicolas D. Wolfwood vs Jessica Drew
Round 11: Ballister Boldheart vs Kaeya
Round 12: Rose Lalonde vs John Constantine
Round 13: Nico Robin vs Reigen Arataka
Round 14: Percy Jackson vs Rapunzel
Round 15: Trucy Wright vs Dr. Saira Bellum
Round 16: Chococat vs Sal 9000
Round 17: Johnathon Sims vs Winner of Round 1
Round 18: Holga Kilgore vs Winner of Round 2
Round 19: Lance McClain vs Winner of Round 3
Round 20: Prince Andhera vs Winner of Round 4
Round 21: Kabru vs Winner of Round 5
Round 22: Vidia vs Winner of Round 6
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miingyur · 9 months
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Can i request a Bakugou x Desi!Reader or reader who wears anklets that jingle? I'd love to see how Katsuki would react when reader pulls out their old jingly anklets and tries them on because they used to be OBSESSED with them.
sidenotes: JDJDSJKSJDFJ THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING, ANON. I am so late to the party, apologies for not replying sooner, but here you go.
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You've been dating Katsuki for about three and a half years. Recently, he asked you to move in with him, being so sweet about it. So, you accepted his offer, unboxing all your items. While rummaging through your stuff, something fell out of a red mini box.
It was your old jingly anklets from when you were a teenager, clasping them around your ankle, letting out a satisfied hum when they fit perfectly. You stand up, admiring them in the mirror, mid twirl when Katsuki walks in with a tray of snacks in his palms. His lips curl upward, softly smiling at your adorable antics.
You don't notice his presence, too busy thinking about your childhood memories, until he speaks with an intrigued attentiveness.
"Those are pretty" His vermillion irises are trained on you. They stray down to your anklets - elephants are close knitted together, noting how they're run down like a broken car yet still gorgeous. "Where'd you get 'em?"
Your eyes light up. "Kats!" You cheer with a giddy smile, footsteps lightly rushing over to him. "When my mom went to visit our relatives back in my home country, she gifted me these when I was a mere teen. Super cute, aren't they?" You explain with gleams of sparkles in your eyes.
A chuckle escapes his lips, reverberating in his chest. "They're super cute" He parrots, setting down the tray on the desk, hands making their way to your hips, closing the proximity and leaning in to peck your forehead. "You think your mom could get me some too?" He queries, voice full of affection and fondness.
"Really?! I could so do that. She's going to be so delighted" You reply with enthusiasm. Your arms wrap around his neck, giggles fleeing your lips as you kiss him. "You're the best boyfriend ever, I love you"
He grunts. "Mm, I love you too." Katsuki's eyes shine with a glint of mischief, lifting you up like a sack potatoes. The corner of his mouth tugs upward, a devious smirk painting his lips. "Let's see how they sound in bed."
"Wait, Katsuki!"
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Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Desi!Fem!Reader
Summary: Simon see his girlfriend in a saree for the very first.
Warnings: Simon being whipped, slight spice at the end, my horrible writing skills
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: whoever reads this thank you for doing so! i really wanted to see Ghost with a desi reader because i’m highly self-indulgent and can’t bring myself to watch another lecture today ^^ Again I do apologise for my writing, it has been a very long time since I’ve written anything descriptive :/
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“Love, you in here?”
“In the kitchen, Jaanu!”
Stirring the piping hot mixture, a beautiful woman in red slowly added milk. Continuing her stirring she paid no mind to the footsteps approaching the kitchen doorway. Each step grew heavier than the next. Her boyfriend had just come back from a short mission with his task force. A simple one which barely lasted a few days yet she knew something was amiss. Call it a gut feeling but she knew despite its simplicity the mission took a toll on her boyfriend. Deciding to do something sweet for him, she decided to make him Chai. To be more exact she was making Masala Chai, a very popular drink in South Asia consisting of black tea in milk and water with sugar, herbs and spices. It was a comfort drink she saw her parents drink while growing up. Its flavour brought about contentment and satisfaction followed by a soothing warm feeling. A perfect beverage for someone who needed to relax a bit.
Walking towards the kitchen in the home they shared, Simon slowly discarded the hoodie he was wearing. Shedding his skull mask he came to a stop right at the doorway. A wonderful aroma hit his nostrils. The smell itself made the man feel all warm inside. However, the real highlight of his return is the sight that greeted him. It left the man speechless. His heartbeat quickened. He felt his breath get caught in his throat. Unable to find it in himself to disturb the peace, Simon leaned against the doorway. Crossing his arms, he let out a small sigh. Right in front of him was his gorgeous girlfriend in a beautiful red saree; granted he didn't know exactly what it was but the behemoth of a man was enthralled nonetheless.
The silky red fabric sat stretched around her hips. The fabric flowed all the way down to the kitchen floor and shifted with every small movement. It almost seemed like it was floating in tendrils around her. One end of the Saree draped over her shoulder, leaving her back bare to his hungry eyes. What truly caught Simon’s eyes was the single knot tying a deep red blouse on the woman’s upper back, leaving her nasal completely free. The tassels at the end of the strings seemed to jump every time she moved. It would be so easy to untie them. A simple tug and they would come loose.
So, so easy.
Simon wanted to ravage her there and then. There his girlfriend stood innocently preparing chai for him after a long few days away. Yet here he was, thirsting away just from seeing her back, just from seeing her in that enchanting red piece. It was so seductive to the man that he almost let out a low groan. Who could blame him though? His beautiful girlfriend looking even more divine than usual in that red sari was standing right in front of him. Just within arms reach. Showing her love for him by making something that meant something to her. Making something that she treasures and values so much due to how deeply entwined it is with her culture and childhood. Making it for him. How could he not be attracted to her? How could he control the urge to worship her, worship the ground where she stood?
Finally deciding that he could admire her more up close, Simon made his way towards his lover. Grabbing her hips, careful not to disturb her stirring, he pulled her towards his chest. Feeling her soft skin against his chest almost sent the man’s eyes rolling backwards. Sensing her lover behind her, the woman slowly lowered the flame until it was no more and tilted her head up. Sparkling eyes met tired ones and instantly Simon captured her lips in a soft kiss. She spun around in his arms, careful to stay clear from the hot stove and wrapped her eyes around his neck.
“Evenin’, Love.”
“Hi, Ghostie,” she said grinning ear to ear. That grin. That damned grin made him want to get on his knees for her. Eyes softening, he leaned in closer till their foreheads were millimetres apart. His eyes trailed down. One hand went to her back to hold the red fabric in between his fingers. Ruffling it between his fingers, he lifted his gaze to meet hers.
“And what’s this pretty thing you’re wearing?” he asked. Grin widening even more she pushed him back a bit. Making enough room between the two of them for her to twirl around yet still allow him to hold onto her.
“It’s a saree. It’s actually one I bought a long time ago and didn’t know when to wear it. Felt like being extra pretty today so I decided to put it on.” she said. Looking down she held onto her skirt and lifted it slightly.
“It’s slightly complicated but not really at the same time. It’s mainly just a long piece of fabric you wrap around your waist, pleat and then throw over your shoulder. Under the main skirt area, you wear a petticoat and on top, it's a fitted blouse, we call it Choli,” she explained. Continuing her small rant, she seemed to get lost in her own little world.
Simon couldn’t help but stare at her. Heart full of love and endearment for the woman in front of him. Listening to her drone on and on about something she was so passionate about was a favourite activity of his. The way her eyes would light up and widen. The way her hands would move to suit emphasis her points or exaggerate them. The way the room seemed to light up around her. Simon Riley was a man completely and utterly smitten by her and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“But the thing that pissed me off the most was how the pins kept pricking me!” she exclaimed. “You’d honestly think that wearing this for over ten years would reduce the number of pinpricks you get but that’s a load of bullshit!”
Before she could continue with her mini-rant, Simon lifted her chin and brushed his lips against her. Instantly, she went quiet and stared at him wide-eyed. Her breath got caught in her throat and she could only focus on the darkening eyes peering into her. The air thickened around them. A new tension slowly builds in both of them. Licking his lips, Simon says, “How about you take your pretty little self up to the bedroom and lay down, Love.”
“Need my Princess to be comfortable while I ravage every inch of you.” Slowly feeling herself becoming a lot smaller she absently nodded her head. Apparently, that wasn’t enough for Simon. Pulling her closer, he held her hips in a way that there would definitely be bruises the following morning. Making sure every inch of his body was pressing into her, Simon leaned in close to her ear. Breath tickling the sensitive point right above her ear, she shivered in anticipation.
“Now be a good little doll and move along. Wouldn’t want me to get impatient and ruin this beautiful saree you have on,” he continues. “Would be an absolute shame to stain it.” Still, she remains rooted where she stands; absolutely dazed by the way Simon was caging her in. Almost as if he was trying to consume her right there and then. Grabbing her jaw, he gave her a look, a warning. Either listen to his orders or face the consequences. But honestly, knowing him and what he can do, would facing the consequences actually be a bad thing?
Maybe she’ll wear the red saree more often.
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1. Violet Royalty, lust, your sister's favourite kurti. Not king nor queen, you're the deck's ace. You prefer to sit on the sidelines and watch your friends hold hands and whisper sweet nothings to each other as you enjoy your garlic bread and vanilla cake.
2. Blue Sorrow, grief, loss. But he doesn't remind you of any of those; he reminds you of clear skies and playing at the beach; of stolen shirts and shared sheets, and a night full of stars.
3. Green Hope, jealousy, walks in the neighbourhood park. You love your friends, but you wish they understood you. Sometimes, you envy them, for being able to feel this thing they call love. But on good days, you want to go out with them and return late at night, with tired feet and a permanent smile.
4. Yellow Sunshine, happiness, warmth. Ice cream dates with them on burning hot days; sunflowers tucked into your hair. 'Nimbu pani's and sticky, sweet bananas; hidden smiles behind crispy phuckas. Golden saris and stolen breaths; shared laughter and secret nudges as you stand together for anjali.
5. Orange Chicken curry, rubber bands on sweet boxes, a week-old pumpkin you forgot in the fridge. She pulls you awake at 3 in the morning, with a mile-wide smile and overflowing excitement to watch the sunrise. She shares your sweet tooth, and you love her sparkling eyes as she enjoys her sandesh; but you love more her crinkled face when you trick her into eating something sour.
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6. Red Love, sindoor, passion, roses and finger hearts. You watch with a smile as your friends run around playing on the beach (it's barely 5 am and you're still not quite awake). They hug and hold hands with unwavering hearts, and you wish them the best on their journeys together. You also wish those two idiots you call friends would at least play in the water and not talk about books all day.
@desi-lgbt-fest
Day 6: 5+1 Things
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soulsilvers · 1 year
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ult kantrio headcanon masterpost
⬇ here i will be compiling as much as possible of my very specific hcs about my favourite play dolls from pokemon that ive rambled about everywhere else, usually at 3 in the morning. and will be updating this post whenever i will. this is still just a small percentage of everything going on in my head lmao. ⬇
does not include futureverse, give it time in the oven.
RED 💖
mute boy born to a family of jolly, talkative and enthusiastic fishers. they make this their entire personality and reds house is very fishing themed. hes... absolutely not as enthusiastic as a kid and sick of the smell of fish, but enjoys it as an adult.
his pikachus a much bigger beast than most pikas in comparison. Supreme Champion.
during G1 he is very polite and well mannered in contrast to green and leaf. his room is tidy and he goes to bed early. though he defends all dumb rowdy shit leaf pulls anyway. this is reflected in his pkmn being more of the gentle giant sort.
he has learned a lot of cooking + baking skills from his mom and the smell of his outdoor cooking can instantly summon leaf and green (reluctantly) to him during G1. he is a huge sweet tooth as well and prefers tea over coffee.
only looks retired as an adult; often sleepy and napping and walking everywhere in crocs. boring as hell but hey its endearing when red does it. but he is very much in peak physical strength and still quickly sweeping other trainers' teams. despite his usual serene demeanor he can still go for the most rash decision and just go apeshit w his pokemon.
TERMINALLY OFFLINE. no way is he going to understand what "ratioing team rocket epic style big W" is going to mean. types bluntly, like your dad. last tweet from him was six years ago, a 240p quality video about encountering an ursaring in a hut in the middle of the woods.
his usual pokeball throw resembles a baseball pitch.
exactly just as geeky as he is athletic. he enjoys the battle tree, but he still wishes for more. his dormant interest in wildlife biology and conservation that he had as a child is soon reignited and hes gonna get that PhD.
enjoys haunted locations too much. even leaf is confused by this! he decides to buy the shittiest abandoned house. which is also haunted. but reds eyes sparkle as always, man is FLEXING and determined to renovate this thing while green is frantically experiencing literally every emotion at once from jumpscares to "huh red knowing how to renovate is kinda ehehehe" then again pacing around sobbing over what were they thinking buying this house.
GREEN 💚
his and daisy's mother was a musician with a similar personality to him. his father, prof. oak's son, was more like daisy and a humble gardener w grass pkmn by his side. neither were too interested in battling or going on adventures.
he is extremely multifaceted when it comes to styles and music tastes, for example. somehow this man can combine prep, jock, geek, stoner and punk rock to his style all at once. his music taste is ALL.
nowadays his eevee is sporting the same hairstyle as him.
millennial still trying to make his podcast a big thing. his poke-twitter is fairly professional. relatively offline, not hip enough for zoomer trainers.
a francoboo. had his boy crazy era in kalos and thus more experienced than red when it comes to relationships. some of his french ex bfs still chase after him but shit bricks every time red answers the door instead.
at least he got them to take good fancy pictures of him in kalos. and he cooks kalosian recipes quite well, spoiling red with those nicely decorated crepes. but likely he experienced some paris syndome too. when you realize lumiose city kinda often smells like piss...
not very artistic. he draws like a 5 year old.
bad at figuring out what lesbians like. he buys leaf ellen degeneres merchandise :(
hes just kind of. eternally stuck in 90s slang and still having his default insults be so hilariously lame they wouldnt sting anyone. like buttcheek.
this is a more recent thing about my design for him but his left eyelid is perpetually droopier than the other.
LEAF 💙
showed up inexplicably in pallet town one day and simply asserted herself. no further elaboration. her origins remain a mystery. she biked all the way inside oak's lab and kept biking.
diversity win! in this universe leaf is closer to being an "ash counterpart" than red is.
since shes always seeking new thrills, she lives in a van as an adult. it looks pretty amazing and cozy from the inside and plenty of room to cook! on the outside theres like. airbrushed venusaurs and wizards and venusaur wizards of all sort.
a big ball of positive meatheadness to the point where shell def blow up a lot of things thinking everythings gonna be just fine. some people want her dead for this.
absolutely will put anything in her mouth and sometimes this is terrifying. tries to always make her cooking look like something "fun" and colorful that kids would enjoy but usually fucks up the look.
on-off relationships with women, she makes a new rival with lgbt undertones every two months. popular gal like that. dont ask her for relationship advice.
quite online and very charming. types like cher on social media. still, she remains popular and loved amongst the youth.
had a geocities in 2004 where she documented her adventures (bc i want G1 to be as 2004 as possible like that). it was an eyesore to look at.
often forms a trio with may and kris and they go on roadtrips eeeeverywhere. they either love her one day or think of her as a dumpster fire personified the next day.
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onceuponabloom · 1 month
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wearing a saree for the first time - 98z line reactions
Genre: fluff, suggestive, reactions Pairing: female reader x 98z line Summary: 98z line reacts to seeing their desi girlfriend in a saree for the first time. Content warning: slightly suggestive (juyeon, maybe brief mention changmin), neck kisses Notes: this was written at the request of a friend who wanted to feel more represented. some of the terminology may vary culturally, etc. so please forgive me if you use a different word. I did include photos for each scenario for two reasons- 1. to visualise the different styles 2. some of the scenarios mention other items of clothing/etc. and I thought it'd make it more accessible to include examples Word count: ~1869 words, not proofread
Lee Juyeon (~469 words)
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You're getting ready in the bathroom, finishing up your hair and make up.
Juyeon sticks his head around the door, "baby, do you want me to lay your clothes out?"
"Thanks Juyo but they should already be on the bed. Could you just make sure the kids haven't got fur on it. Your children wouldn't stop poking around it." Fake malice dripping from your last words.
"Our children," he corrects proudly, "they get it from you," before retreating to your shared bedroom.
"Uhh kitten?" You hear his feet padding against the floor as he appears at the door again, "did you forget to see a seamstress?"
"Huh?" You turn and see him holding a long fabric cloth in his hands and you laugh, instantly understankng his confusion, "Oh, bubba, no! That's how it's meant to be."
You smile as you walk to him and take his free hand, "come on, I'll show you. And you can help me."
He pays extra attention to your instructions and every detail to make sure you look your best.
You let him pleat the fabric after showing him a few times and the concentration gnaws at his lip as he tries his absolute best. You watch the nerves leave his body with each piece of advice and praise you give him.
"Are you sure it doesnt look strange? Maybe you should just redo it," his confidence falters and you help him secure the pleats he'd made.
"Juyo, it's fine, darling. Now go get changed while I pin everything and finish up."
You don't notice Juyeon's return until his fingers gently brush your hand away as he pulls the necklace fastening together. A featherlight press of his lips to the back of your neck follows and then you're wrapped in his arms, his chin perched on your shoulder, eyes sparkling with amour as they meet yours in the reflection. And he breathes out, "God, you're so beautiful," before pressing gentle kisses up your neck.
You close your eyes, enjoying a moment's bliss before nudging lightly, "get off, you perv," laughter rings clear in your tone as you turn to get a good look at him in his kurta.
"You look amazing, Juyeon. Thank you for this," you beam graciously.
Light pink flushes his cheeks at the sudden compliment, "anything for my kitten."
He's suddenly leaning in, and you don't understand why your heart rate picks up the way it does. Your breath catches in anticipation, awaiting the contact between his soft lips and your own. But... nothing.
Instead his tender touch grazes your forehead as he fixes your maang tikka* and your heart swells.
He releases you from his grip, letting your shoulders deflate in disappointment.
"Hey," his tone is teasing, "come back here," and he pulls you in for a tenderly passionate kiss.
*The maang tikka is a piece of jewellery worn on the head. It is placed in the hair (using a hook) and there's a pendant at the end pendant which drops down to and rests on the forehead. In the first image with the jewellery, it is the piece laying flat near the necklace on the table at the bottom.
Moon Kevin (~495 words)
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Kevin is so lovely. He would immediately look up tutorials on how to drape a saree the moment you mentioned it, and he's taking avid notes mentally. If ever the day comes, he will be prepared to help you.
And it does come. A lot sooner than either of you expected.
You don't know why, but you have the urge to try on a saree, and so you do. Or, at least, you try to.
Kevin comes home on your fourth? Maybe fifth attempt.
He sees you getting frustrated, and instead of saying anything, he immediately makes his way to your side and holds your hands in the air to stop you from pulling off the fruits of your effort.
He pacifies you with encouraging words and soothing patterns on your hand.
"Let's figure it out together, yeah, darling?"
He'll take one end of the drape from the floor and grasp the loosest bit hanging off your waist before using the fabric to pull you into his chest.
You can't help but laugh as you stumble, especially when he places his lips on yours in a sweet and tender kiss. You tug gently at his bottom lip with your teeth, mischief playing on your lips. But he pulls back with his brows raised before you can derail the plan.
"Come on," he'll say before working with you to redo the fallen pleats and secure them in place.
"Hold this; I'll fix the bottom for you."
He's on his knees, making sure the pleats maintain their shape at the bottom of the saree, when suddenly-
A litany of little kisses runs along your skin, just above the petticoat, causing you to giggle, only stopping when you lightly nudge him away.
"Okay, okay," he'll laugh before getting up to help you fix the pallu*.
When you're dressed, he steps away to let you see yourself properly in the mirror. And the way your face lights up. All traces of your previous struggles: gone. It makes his heart rate pick up.
He's thankful for all the YouTube tutorials he's watched because the sight of you looking at your reflection with the same awe he feels at the sight of you everyday? 100% worth it.
He gives you a moment to bask in your beauty, making sure to click a photo before joining you in the mirror, arms wrapped tightly around you.
"You," kiss on your shoulder, "are just so," kiss on your neck, "so breathtaking." Gentle bite. He perches his chin on your shoulder, looking into the reflection of your eyes. "I love you so much."
You raise your hand to caress his cheek fondly as you lean into his body.
"Thank you, Kevin, for helping me feel beautiful like this too. I love you, baby."
You both stay like that for a moment before he breaks the silence: "Come. I'm taking you on a date. I want everyone to see how beautiful you look."
*The pallu is the loose end of the saree. It can either be draped over the shoulder, around the head, or even be left hanging loose.
Choi Chanhee (~480 words)
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When you come out of the room and you don't see your boyfriend, you can't help but feel a bit disappointed.
"Chanhee?" You call to the air.
"Grabbing my camera! Go back in! I want to be surprised."
You laugh at his urgent tone and comply with his request.
"Let me know when I can come out."
You use the extra time to make sure your saree is perfect; never having worn one whilst you were with Chanhee, you were really excited when he instructed you to wear something that would make you feel beautiful. You had many ideas in mind, and then you remembered the saree you bought recently, and lo and behold, here you are now.
Once satisfied, you scroll through your phone, replying to unopened messages.
"Y/n? Whenever you're ready!" There's an excited edge to his words, which has your heart skipping a beat. You feel your face flush, and your insides are giddy. It feels like it's your first ever date.
The more time you spend in the room, the more nervous Chanhee gets. He's seen you more than a thousand times, and yet, right now? He's got schoolkid butterflies in his stomach at the thought of seeing you.
The second Chanhee hears the click of the door, he presses play before putting his phone down quickly and focusing his attention on where you'll soon be.
As you walk out, you hear the familiar song from the film you'd watched recently, and you break into a shy smile.
<<Aankhon mein teri
Ajab si ajab si adaayein hain*>>
He forgets how to breathe for a second when he sees you. You're absolutely beautiful. He's entranced.
When you reach him, he tucks your hair behind your ear before leaning in for a kiss.
"I'm so in love with you." Your foreheads rest against each other as you take each other in.
"You only just realised?"
"No. I've been in love with you."
"You're being awfully nice. Maybe I should wear a saree more."
He rolls his eyes, moving away, but you pull him back in with an "I love you" and another kiss to his lips, which he no doubt melts into.
When you finally pull away, Chanhee is wearing more of your lipstick than you.
"Come on. Let me get some photos of you, baby. You look so beautiful."
He ignores your whines as he guides you into position before grabbing his camera.
Any awkwardness you initially feel dissipates when Chanhee praises you, talks to you, and makes you laugh. When he's simply being with you, you forget there's a camera and a few steps between you, and there's not an ounce of unease in your body.
Chanhee takes as many photos as he can throughout the day, wanting to make sure you'll always have something to remember each moment of the day he proposed.
*The song can be found at the end but the rough translation of the lyrics noted are: <<In your eyes, there is something special>>
Ji Changmin (~425 words)
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It was your two-year anniversary, and you'd decided it would be nice to surprise Changmin by putting a saree on. You're almost convinced to drop the idea, insecurity creeping into your mind, but the thought of his reaction spurs you on.
You take a look in the mirror, and you feel... beyond content. You knew you were attractive in your own way and regard. But you'd forgotten you could feel this beautiful in your own skin. You're practically glowing. You can't wait for Changmin to see you.
Changmin returns home from the shops as you're setting up the table. "Y/N?" He calls.
"In here!"
You hear his footsteps make their way to you after making a pit stop in the kitchen. "I couldn't find the one that you like, but I got- oh..." his voice trails off into a gasp when he sees you.
You're not facing him, but he still sees the silhouette of the fabric hugging your sides, hanging over your shoulder, and the sliver of thread down your back held together by a small bow at your neck. And more importantly, the ease and confidence that you radiate in that moment are brighter than the light of a thousand suns.
He knows you're gorgeous, but tonight he was uncovering a new type of beauty, and, oh goodness-
To put it simply, Changmin can't help but drink you in.
You turn at the sound of his gasp. "Min, what's wrong?"
At that moment, Changmin finally understood why writers spoke of beauty carved by the heavens and tempestuous allure like the devil's whispers. There was no doubt in his mind that, should they exist, Athena handled you with the utmost favour and care. And he would do the same.
"C'mere."
He'd pull you into his chest and gently caress your face, and a soft groan would escape his lips. "You're so beautiful," he says, leaning down and pressing a soft bite against your neck.
"Sent from heaven to take me out, hmm?"
He leaves a few marks along your skin, indulging in the free real estate the blouse gives him access to, before pulling back. "All mine."
He pushes the hair from your face. "You're glowing," he observes. The way his eyes soften when he sees how flushed you are.
He could spend the entire evening taking you apart just to bring you back together again in euphoric bliss. There's no doubt that he wants to. But he could wait until later.
Instead, he gives you a sweet peck before guiding you over to the table.
"Happy anniversary, darling. Let's eat."
Post-script: I might post some of the uncut/extended member versions separately at a later date but I hope you enjoyed this! The song - "Ajab Si (Aankhon Mein Teri)" - mentioned in Chanhee's one was used in a film called "Om Shanti Om" - I've attached it below
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