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Resident Evil Village characters with a chubby fem s/o

Dating Headcanons (+ Some bonus drabbles for a few)

Including Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento, Salvatore Moreau and Mother Miranda

(Reader is somewhat coquette? Princesscore? Just the dainty feminine type)

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A/n: Hi lovelies, Lia here. I'm back after a long time. I hope you enjoy this post and I'll be setting up my schedule soon, I'll be posting once or twice every 1-2 week/s. If you can't tell, purple has always been my theme. I'll add more to these and edit it if I think of more to add. Any mistakes will be corrected upon checking.

This is just me but I love the concept of like a girl who is so sweet and her style just looks so fem and she's just surrounded by all the creepy things that are resident evil.

I'll be checking and if this post does well I will write more.

Warnings/Disclaimers: English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Blood, gore?, violence, typical resident evil stuff and mentions of insecurity. Slight suggestive content if you squint.

Alcina Dimitrescu

First of all despite your plush stature, she still treats you like a porcelain doll.

She just adores you so much (I mean she herself is tall and plus size).

Motherly nature and all, she has three daughters and honestly if she ever sees you interact with them. It would just warm her cadou infested heart.

Insecure about stretch marks? She'll kiss that shit away right then and there. She'll even show you hers because let's be honest here stretch marks are beautiful, you just don't like them on yourself.

Anyone insults or talks shit about you? She'll get rid of them, in any way possible depending on what they said. She'll pick a suitable punishment for them, ranges from "you're fired" to "I'm going to skin you alive and tear your heart out".

Alcina is a confident and dominant figure, she isn't swayed by something so small as beauty standards. Especially in herself, therefore I think she'd even help you build your confidence up.

Gifts galore with this woman, she love to spoil you with her riches. Loves to see you adorned with luxurious items that she give you.

Love dressing up with you, seeing you all dolled up for her. Has custom made clothes for you, sometimes opts for an outfit that matches or contrasts yours perfectly.

Knows what compliments your features best since she loves to bring them out.

Her hosting soirees and balls with you as her special guest, having you wear elegant dresses that she bought for you.

I see her as this almost touchy type. She'll love having you curl up on her lap while she gets paperwork done.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

You called Alcina's attention wanting to see her reaction to the new dress you bought, Alcina's eyes lit up at your elegance and charm. She smiled warmly, taking your hand in hers. "You look enchanting, my darling," she purred, proud to have you by her side.

Karl Heisenberg

Stinky metal dilf here actually loves that you're so soft in contrast to his gruff and abrasive nature.

He hasn't had physical affection in a long time so having someone soft and warm to hold is new to him.

Karl is naturally protective over you, especially because he thinks you're fragile. I mean compared to whatever's in the village, the rest of the lords and Mother Miranda.

I bet you this man has tore down someone for you, he chopped them off limb by limb for insulting you.

I can't get enough of the dynamic you'd have. It's like the grumpy x sunshine trope, this man has a sharp tongue. Especially when you hear him insult Lady Dimitrescu.

This man has a soft spot for you, I'm pretty sure you're the only one who can make him take a bath after being all sweaty from working with machinery all day.

I feel like he has scars all of his body, especially his very toned back.

Doesn't mind you leaving scratches when you're in the bedroom

Alcina sometimes tries to piss him off by commenting at the fact that you are soft and dainty while Karl is just the opposite and offers you an opportunity to be with "Someone refined" (She ain't wrong).

It really is just to get to Karl's nerves.

His reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to him:

Karl smirked, trying to play it cool, but you could see the admiration in his eyes. "Not bad, princess," he teased, pulling you into a hug. He whispered softly, "You're somethin' special, ya know?"

Donna Beneviento

You know Donna understands what it's like being insecure about looks but to her you're just perfect in every single way.

Donna just doesn't give a shit in a good way, she doesn't judge people based on their appearance. It's dumb and shallow.

Donna would absolutely adore making clothes for you or altering your current ones. It's a skill she's proud of and seeing you appreciate it makes her all the more in love with you.

Angie has made a few comments resulting in her getting kicked off into space but once Donna warms her about that and how you don't like it, she'll stop in respect towards you. Which is rare considering how Angie is.

Donna's personal style definitely helps contrast yours, though it's the opposite from your soft light colors.

Thinks you're so pretty, she's smitten. Even though yours are different from you, she still makes use of her skills to fit your clothing tastes.

I can just imagine her staring at you in awe as you spin around and show her how the dress she made fits you. I like to think she has your measurements memorized from head to toe.

She take one look at something and already know how it would fit on you or if she needs to alter.

You once asked her to make a doll that looks like the both of you (and Angie but like a smaller version that fits the doll's arms).

Donna entered your shared bedroom to find you but noticed something on the shelves. It was the dolls she made sitting against the book. She noticed how you positioned them. Holding hand while the tiny Angie replica was on the doll version of her's lap. Donna swore at that moment she was gonna melt.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

Donna's expression softened as she saw you in the vintage lace dress. She held your hand, wordlessly conveying her affection and admiration.

Salvatore Moreau

God so help him, he was flabbergasted when he first heard about your insecurity. Literally why? Like you are just the most beautiful thing that walked the planet in his eyes.

He just worships the ground you walk on, he isn't as wealthy as the other lords but still, he give you his best efforts by carving you small trinkets out of wood.

Gifts you natural things he finds like crystals and whatnot.

Best of efforts when he comforts you. Sometimes he's too scared to physically touch you because he thinks he'll hurt you.

You're relationship is filled mostly by nature, despite the wasteland that surrounds your living area. It's hauntingly beautiful in it's own way. (Some of it I suppose)

Feels more at ease around you, think about how much he wanted to just make Mother Miranda proud of him, he's that with you but 10x more the effort.

His reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to him:

Salvatore couldn't contain his delight at seeing you in the dress. "You're my beautiful water nymph princess!" he exclaimed, spinning you around with excitement.

Mother Miranda

You peeked her interest when she first saw you, I mean you're her complete opposite. She finds beauty in dark items and almost gothic stuff, so her taking an interest to you just made her even more curious.

She works a lot so gifts and trinkets to remind you of her are an occasional thing. I can just imagine you taming crows and she's just in awe.

Loyalty of crows means they leave you shiny trinkets and sometimes Miranda takes them for herself when she likes whatever they bring.

Again she's one to think you're fragile because of your style, you just look so cute and soft.

Nobody dares insult you, I mean if you really won the heart of Mother Miranda they are fucked if they even speak a little out of line.

Likes to keep you by her side despite working a lot. So you'd often be by her side during her meetings with the four lords and honestly you are such an eye candy.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

Mother Miranda's composure remained regal, but her eyes showed approval. "You look exquisite" she acknowledged, holding your hand with reverence. To her, you were a jewel among mortals, deserving of admiration.

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dearlymrme · 1 year

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hi hi! i just read on the contrary and wow what a fantastic idea. i’m sure you’re working on part 2, but i’m literally on my knees begging for headcanons of how you think each of the ghouls would go about taking your virginity in that universe.. if given the opportunity.

would rain be shy? would dew catch a whiff and have to take you in a dark corner?

please, i have to know

I had planned to write a sequel to a different take to the story of what would happen if the ghouls had gotten to you first instead of Copia but I could just as easily summarize it with some headcanons so, here you go. Thank you so much for asking Nonny, and I'm glad you like the story. I hope this does well to tide you over for the second part of On The Contrary.

Train Ride (Nameless Ghoul's x Reader)

Summary: You know that one meme of the girl on the couch surrounded by mischievous grinning men. Make that couch a nest and those men the Nameless Ghoul's. That’s you.

Nameless Ghouls x Reader (All of Them) || Orgy || Squirting || Oral Sex || Vaginal Sex || Overstimulation || Aftercare || Virginity Kink || WC: 3565

Aether had said to follow him and that it was urgent and important. He leads you down the crypt and into a room near the back. There, you see the entire squad of ghouls lazing about on beanbag chairs and a couch. In the middle of the room made of pillows and blankets and clothes and a mattress on the ground, is what you can best describe as a nest. And is that? Yes, that's definitely one of your shirts. A favorite actually that had gone missing. But the most alarming thing to catch your attention was that their masks were off.

Aether closes the door behind you and, with some shuffling, removes his own mask. Then he gets right down to brass tax. In fewer words, the conversation is best summarized as…

"We know you're a virgin." There's no question about it. They smell it, and you are divine. A temptation too powerful to ignore and that they can't ignore. It goes against their nature.

"Well, yes." You nervously respond, looking out over the eight demons in the room. Aether knocks his hand into your comfortably with a smile.

"We could help you with that, ya know. If you want." And well, you did want your first time to be memorable.

Cirrus, Cumulus, and Sunshine are the ones leading the charge. Out of all the ghouls, they are the most patient and will be safeguarding you from the horny boys as best as they can to make sure this experience is not only a pleasurable one but a fun one. The men tend to get a little carried away when an innocent is at play and these three mama bears are not shy to drag any of the boys away by their horn or ear if they start to get too rough.

They are the ones to lay out the rules and ask questions. Do you know what a safeword is? Do you know about the color system? Do you want to use condoms? What about the morning after pill? What do you normally do to get off? How? They ask you to show them, and that's how they get you started. They lay you out in the middle of the nest and circle around you. They watch you, all of them, naked and aroused, as you start to slide your fingers into your folds and curl and thrust your digits. How you treat your clit, the motions of your hands. An audience of eight all mouthwatering over you.

That's when our three lovely ghoulette’s slide in around you. Cirrus in front and sealing her mouth over your petals as Sunshine flicks and plays with your clit with one hand and teases your nipples with the other. Cumulus is exploring your mouth and swallowing your moans while running your fingers through your hair and pretty much giving you a head massage to keep you nice and comfortable. For right now this is all about you and getting you prepared for what's to come.

Cirrus eats you out. A gourmet meal fit for a queen, and she's very wet about it. Slurping and sucking, kissing, and licking. Burying her face between your legs with no hesitation and attacking your cunt with savage intent. She's taking her time with it though. A nice and slow opening moment to a very long and wild song. She treats you like fine China as she works her hand and fingers to explore your walls.

You've never had a mouth down there before, and as a first experience, it is mind-blowing. She does not stop you from rolling your hips. Nor does she stop you from clamping your thighs around her head. She growls into your folds when you slip your hand into her hair and pull and momentarily takes away her mouth to tell you.

"Pull harder." You don't deny her, even run your nails in, but then she rewards you with a grunt as her tail curls around one of your legs, and she returns to work, a little faster now. Her long forked tongue licks your walls and the wet velvet like texture has never been felt before and causes your toes to curl and moans happily eaten by Cumulus as she eats your sounds for breakfast encouraging your tongue to dance and tangle with her long forked one.

Sunshine is stroking your body. Your chest, playing with your nipples, tickling down your sides. Her hand reaches down to play with your clit just how you like it, licking her fingers before swashing it over the tender little bud with the experience of someone who's an expert. Tempting you with a single nail for a small pleasant bit of hardness but she is careful. She makes sure to not overwhelm you too much out the gate but you're taking it all very well.

After you come for the first time, that's when Cirrus starts to finger you. And they've obviously been planning this for a while because the nails of her key fingers have been filed short. You're easily slippery and relaxed enough to start with two and she carefully swipes and sweeps and curls inside of you, looking for that tender bundle of nerves and the gasp you reward her with gets everyone to groan.

Circulating between kissing Sunshine and Cumulus is enough of a distraction that Cirrus adds that third finger you are a little uncomfortable with. It's a stretch, a little burn, and easily adjustable. She keeps at it until you come for a second time, and then the show really starts.

As much as they wanted Mountain to be the first as he is the most 'tame' out of the lot, they were worried his size may intimidate you. So, he gave up the honor of being your first and handed the position to Aether. The first one to sniff you out since the beginning. And the one of them that all but demanded to be your first. There had been a fight between him and Dew over this, Dew living up to his name of Alpha but Aether had won with his teeth in Dew’s neck and Dew sufficiently cowed by the sudden strength and determination of his fellow bandmate.

And Aether is a perfect gentleman. Average in size and knows how to use it. He is gentle with you, slicking the head of his bare cock over your fluids and pussy lips before slowly and steadily rocking into you. The ghoulette’s actively reminds you to breathe as his cock head stretches a channel never used before and when fully seated the girls all give you praise and 'good job' and Aether hits you with that…

"Look at you. You took me so well." And hisses when you clench in arousal because that's a thing you didn't expect to spark heat in your gut.

He goes as gently as you need to and his thumb circles your clit to keep you stimulated past the uncomfortable burn that comes with a first time. Each rock of his hips stretches you out and you can practically feel your pulse in your tight muscles, like a second heartbeat. The girls do their best to keep you comfortable, trailing their hands down your body and playing with your breasts but finally when the pain subsides you give them the green go ahead.

“You can go faster.”

And the noises. The wet slapping of his cock combined with Cirrus spit and your cum, the loud slick of his cock as he pumps in and out of you as fast as he can like a man running from death. The squelch of your juices around his dick as you tighten and constrict around his member. The noise is what does you in. What does Aether in is how hot and needy your body is for his seed, clenching tight and squeezing his cock in waves.

He cums abruptly and gives himself a disappointed groan by how quick the round is over. But you’re blissed, leaning back into Cumulus and fuzzy from your head to your toes. Aether leans down and gives you a passionate kiss before coming up to bunker down at your side, leaning against you comfortably and sniffing your hair, purring all the while.

Dew is next, of course. There are still no regrets at this point. You can normally go three rounds with yourself with the right angle and determination, but this is the point when you realize you are going to be tired and sore tomorrow. Fascinated and a bit possessive with Aether’s cum sliding out of you, Dew leans down to clean you up, his long tongue wiping you down with every drag and you can feel the bumps of his taste buds as he laps at your folds like an ice cream cone.

Then he slides into you with a low groan and sets a very nice even pace, less thrusting and more rolling of his hips. He angles, so you're on your side with one leg up. It’s nice, and then he strikes your g-spot and has you gasping and clinging to Aether who purrs and nuzzles you into his neck. Tail sliding down to molest your clit and Dew bares his teeth having his turn taken but Aether ignores him and strokes you through it. Dew finishes with a roar and your fourth orgasm hits you like a freight train with Aether’s sure strokes to your clit.

This is the point in which you take a break. The team lets you catch your breath, gives you bottles of water, and helps to clean you up a little. You asked how you're doing. If they are doing okay? Is there something you want done? You make mention that you're a little disappointed that the ghoulette’s didn’t get anything from their turn with you and are given a grin.

Next round is made up of Cumulus asking if you’d like to eat her out and Cirrus showing you what scissoring is. The taste of Cumulus is salty but not bad, a good first experience with a ghoulette who loves running her fingers through your hair and scratching your scalp softly with her more than dangerous claws. Her nails feel nice in your hair as you curiously taste her and fuck her with your tongue, sucking on her bud and flicking it gently. It’s a nice and smooth ride and she’s already pent up from watching so it doesn’t take long for her to come and you’re again washed with praise.

Cirrus helps you roll your hips and comes apart on you with a rough growl and shudder, baring her teeth as she locks up on top of you and you likewise locking up below her. The ghoulette is all but shoved off by Sunshine as the newest of the band reveals to you a long purple silicon cock with double ends and a raised and excited brow.

Your fifth comes quick and fast after your fourth, linked together in quick succession and you really didn’t think you had it in you, but Sunshine sets a fast pace and the dildo has been ribbed with little bumps to cause a wonderful kind of friction to your gooey walls. There is a wet squelch and a very embarrassing amount of wetness when you come, and mortification overwhelms you when you realize what you have done. But the band are looking at you with absolute joy and glee in their faces.

“I got you to squirt!” Sunshine beams, puffing out her chest proudly and showing off. “Holy shit! Take that, you guys! I got the virgin to squirt!”

Rain cleans you up with his tongue. Seeking out every bit of moisture from between your thighs and sucking it greedily into his mouth, lapping at you like a dog. When he feels you're sufficiently cleaned up, he lines up his dick and starts to press.

But Rain is long, long enough that with each thrust there’s a small bit of pain as he reaches the deepest part of you. It’s uncomfortable. You tell them that and the fuck ends. Rain apologizes for the pain but you still want to keep going. So Sunshine asks if you’d like to try your hand at sucking cock.

That’s a yes. So you’re resituated in the nest to be sitting up, back supported given your first chance to get up close and personal with a real dick. He lets you explore, take your time, even though his thighs and lower stomach twitch as you grace his shaft with your fingers. It’s hot, his skin as soft as silk, and still coated in your juices. Finally, you take his cock in your mouth, tasting your own flavor and the saltiness of his precome. Your jaw quickly starts to ache, not used to being open for so long and while you can’t fit all of him in your mouth, you're told to take your time and only as much as you want. You’re not gonna deep throat him your first try, likely not your first time either. That takes practice so don’t feel bad about it and don’t try to choke yourself.

“But if you really wanna, you're welcome to practice with me as much as you want after this.”

Aether gives a possessive growl and has his tail pulled vengefully by Dew in an effort to cut it out, but it only makes him more agitated. The girl’s have to pull the two apart when they start swinging for each other’s dicks.

While sucking on Rain, you're not shy to grab the rest of his length and stroke. You explore his shaft and fondling his balls, which gets a very nice sound out of the ghoul. So you move your mouth to his suck on one of his testicles. Rain is quick to rip your mouth away and slip his finger against your bottom lip to keep you mouth open before stroking his cock and abruptly coming on your tongue. Actually cum is interesting, a lot stronger, and very bitter. It doesn’t make you gag but it does cause your face to scrunch at the taste.

Cumulus slaps Rain over the head for not asking first but they’re both stunned when you swallow his cum and reopen your mouth to show them just how much of a good girl you are and Aether is quick to try and chase down that taste with his own tongue and have another opportunity to kiss you again.

“Look at you.” He says in between sucking your lips and your tongue. “You’re turning into a little slut. Such a good girl. Such a good little slut for us.”

Swiss apologetically kisses you between your legs in an effort to do away with some of the soreness from Rain and get you ready for himself and then Mountain. He asks if he can try a different position, which, of course, he can. And you're seated in his lap, facing away from him and given a nice show of Cumulus sitting on Dew’s face.

Swiss directs you to lean back which you do and hefts you up by your ass, your legs falling open to give everyone a nice view as his cock slides into you and he starts a very fast pace, jack-knifing into you frantically and reaching deep, gliding along your inner walls easily given how wet and lose you are at this point. The noises are getting to you again, not just your own hoarse moans but that of Cumulus as Dew treats her right. And your eyes fill with tears at just how damn good it is.

In this position it’s easy for Aether to molest and suck on your tits, pulling at your nipples and rolling them with his fingers until they pebble. Sucking mark and mark on one side of your neck as Swiss attacks the other. Aether’s fingers go down to assault your very much swollen and very much sensitive clit and stroke your puffy folds around Swiss’s cock and it’s an interesting feeling. It tickles and god you feel so hot down there, so tender and the oversensitivity brings even more tears to your eyes.

It doesn’t take long for you to come again and you do so with a scream and yelp as Aether nips your tit before burying his face between your breasts and sighing, blissfully content in the comfort of your shaking body.

The room smells of sex and a weird kind of spice. It’s break time again before the finale, more water, more praise. Aether is rubbing against you like a cat and asks if he can have you again after Mountain and you’re not sure you have it in you. Your body is heavy, and your eyes are starting to sag. But when you turn him down, he acts so respectable about it that you can’t help but want to give him another go.

After all, Aether has been the prominent one. He’s not been shy to approach like the other ghouls. He’s helped you get around the Abbey when you first joined, answered your questions, and gave you confidence at the sermons and parties to go out of your comfort zone. So you tell him yes, and the ghoul lights up with a fanged smile and glittering eyes.

Mountain is ready, and you can understand why he was saved for last. He is very proportionate, very thick and veiny. You practically gulp at how much of a challenge it seems to have to take him but he assured you that with everything you just went though, he’s going to slide in like a key fitting into a lock. You're lifted up with his impressive strength and laid on his lap. You're in control of this because, as mentioned before, he’s big, and the best way to make sure you don’t hurt yourself is if you yourself are in charge.

You line up and sink down, and there’s a little pinch, but he’s right. It’s like a glove. The big ghoul gives a low groan at how carefully slow you take him but paws at your hips to help you lift up and down on his cock. He’s got the strength to practically use you as a doll if he wanted and he more than happily guides you into a nice and languid pace before he gets close enough to want to chase his own release and roughly starts taking more control. He gets a smack on his ear from Sunshine and gives a frustrated whimper when he tones it back down but you're more than happy to make up for him as you yourself start to speed things up.

Your thighs are burning by the time it’s over and with his pelvis making such good friction against your clit has you rolling over the edge for the eighth time that night.

At this point, you're little more than a ragdoll. Your limbs are heavy, and your breathing is labored, but you’re determined to make it nine and give Aether what you think he deserves and beckon him forward. He gives you a series of sweet kisses to your face and becomes a nice cool down for everything that has just happened.

Aether is ‘first’ and he is last. But this is a slow fuck. Long thrusts of him pulling almost entirely out and all the way back in. There’s plenty of clit stimulation, even though at this point it nearly hurts to have it touched. But when you reach down to grab his hand to hold instead he understands and leaves well enough alone, instead linking your fingers together as he gently grinds into you. It’s a very passionate fuck, very smooth and very bump and grind more that thrust. It ends with him curled over you giving you sweet kisses as you hold him to your body in a soft hug.

It’s a long night. The ghouls are more than sated, and you have been corrupted nine times over. They tend to you like a queen. They clean you up with a warm rag and keep you hydrated. They offer you sweets and cuddle you. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, likely passed out, but wake to vibrating bodies and the sweet sound of content purring in your ears.

Just like you had suspected, you were sore and groggy, but just like you had wanted, it was the most memorable night of your life.

...

So far.

…

Meanwhile, Copia wonders where just where you are and why you haven’t answered his summons. He considers Aether, and his eyes widen under the realization of what might have happened. But there's no reason for him to stand and send out a search party. He’s very confident his ghouls are taking good care of you.

For some reason though, there’s a bitter ache in his heart at the thought.

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ghouljams · 4 months

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Hey ghoul! 💗 I hope your doing well.

I just wanted to ask if you have any headcanons about the Fae boys houses in the Fae wild. And how they travel to and back from them. Are their human homes just fronts/gates to there actual homes in the Fae world? What happens when they bring guests over? Is witch going to visit Price's house?

(your recent regency price fic has me feeling all types of ways. Thank you for keeping us feed throughout the holidays I love you!!)

I have so many headcanons on the boys houses... I have... I have so many... Lemme run through them.

Soap's house we've been to once before when Love stabbed Ghost. Much like Witch's house it's a traditional sort of cottage surrounded by other buildings. However unlike the sunshine and open air the Witch's house is bathed in, I imagine Soap's house is at the end of a narrow alley. The sort of alley you wander down when you're trying to find shelter from the rain, the sort of alley you'd never be able to find on a map, and yet here it is. You wander down it, your eyes searching the blank stone of the businesses on either side, the length of them seemingly stretching beyond the actual size of the buildings. They're only two or three floors tall but they seem to tower over you. Then just at the end of the alley is a little Tudor cottage, with flowers in the window boxes and smoke coming out of its chimney.

Inside it is rustic, a narrow stairway leads up to the gabled bedroom, and the living room is full of plush furniture, old nick-nacks, framed maps and flags, a few rough sketches are tacked to the wall, all in different styles and signed by different hands. The whole place feels stuffed full and well lived in. The threshold is strong, ancient, a house still lived in by the man that built it. The mid day sun always seems to be shining in through the windows, warming the place to that perfect nap temperature. I imagine a lot of wood elements and heritage furniture, less art than you'd think, and oddly the art that he does have is simple. From artists long long dead, and remembered only by Soap. Back when a single sketch could fill him for weeks. Old loves, before he grew bitter from their loss.

Gaz's house is the newest of the bunch. He has a flat in the city, something sleek and modern that makes Price's skin crawl. Or at least, it looks modern at first glance. The wood floors don't ring any alarm bells, though the grain is knotted and shifting, the slats seeming grow and spiral out from the center of the flat like rings from a tree. The windows certainly don't give anything away, they're normal glass, taking up the walls of the room and overlooking the city, never mind the greenery taking over his balcony and creeping up the side of the building. His walls, surely those are modern. They're just normal walls, painted with a deep green and strangely textured, like moss when you press your fingers to it, yet when you try to look closer it feels like normal wallpaper.

The kitchen then, that's modern. Sleek chrome appliances and marble countertops, a fridge stocked with bleeding meat and vegetables fresher than you could ever find at the store. Ivy winds its way around the top of the cabinets, spilling over the edge. You can't find the plant it comes from, but surely there must be a pot up there. His furniture is all wood, tasteful, classically designed with a modern twist. The pedestal his table rests on looks like the trunk of a tree, its branched spreading out to hold up the round glass top, its roots twisting into the floor. His bed seems to be growing out of the floor, the wood blooming up and cradling the pillowy mattress. His couches and chairs are a rich black leather. It all speaks to quiet luxury, and something pretending to be modern. A cuckoo in the nest, playing at being human.

Ghost's house feels like a memory. A wood cabin, grey stone lining the bottom of it, and snow weighing heavy on its gabled roof. Light flickers warmly in the windows, bare trees surround it, holding it close with loving branches dragged low by snow. There are footsteps in the snowy ground leading to the door, and smoke coming from the stone chimney. It's hazy, a place you're not meant to see from the outside, and yet it reminds you of a place you've never been before, a home you've only seen in pictures. When you open the front door the space is dark, cold, uninhabited for years, death drags its hands along the scarred floors, the scorches of flame have left their licks along the walls. It's not a place you want to stay, certainly nowhere like the warm light you'd seen outside would have prepared you for.

There are only four keys that open Ghost's door, closely guarded, heavy, and iron. Ghost, though, has no need for a key. It's his house, he can come and go as he pleases. In fact he doesn't even need to use the front door, any door will do. As long as he wills it Ghost only needs to twist the handle and pull, he'll open straight into his house. Ghost is a master at warping the world to suit his whims, practiced and grown from his need to control it. When he opens the door for you it's a completely different cabin. There's a fire burning in the fireplace, the lights flicker as shadows chase through them, the furniture is old and seems to have been reupholstered several times, but it's soft and you sink into the couch when you sit on it. Bookshelves line the walls, full of well worn spines and little trinkets. There's a little narrow staircase that takes you up to a bedroom. The bed, overflowing with quilts and pillows, is pressed close to the chimney for added warmth. The wood floors are covered in rugs, intricate and plush, and the whole place smells of smoke and pine.

You could spend weeks here, and never notice any time had passed. The world outside the windows is cold and frosty, perfect for curling up in bed. Ghost is a wonderful host. Why don't you stay a while? Sleep. Let him take your worries. What were you doing before this?

Oh right.

Price's home is my favorite. A giant oak in the middle of the forest, sturdy and fae. He tells you, proudly, that he grew it himself from an acorn. Inside the walls are round, the floors a neatly polished wood that you can count the rings of. Soft lamps dangle from the tall ceiling, with intricately soldered together glass, their light glows and dims with a wave of Price's hand. His kitchen curves along the wall, wooden of course, and yet he seems to have everything he could need. There's a large couch and television in the center of the room, an ashtray on the coffee table. Along one wall is a staircase leading to an upper floor.

When you follow it up you find a bedroom, you think it's a bedroom. There are window curving along the wall, bringing a soft twilight glow into the room, and casting shadows over the deep crater that sits back nearer the wall opposite the stairs. You go over to inspect it and find it full of pillows, blankets, a round pad you would almost call a mattress, there are steps leading up out of the nest-like bed. It looks perfectly comfortable, if a little hard to get out of. There are candles and books perched along the edge within easy reach. The stairs continue up, and under them are carved drawers, and doors, nooks and crannies for storage.

You go up another level to find the bathroom. Steamy and magical, you can't find piping for any of the taps but when you twist them on the water is perfectly warm. A large tub, an open shower, there's a small heart carved out of the steam on the mirror. You follow the stair up and out when you get too warm, and find yourself outside among the tree branches. You enjoy the crisp winter air just long enough to crave the house's warmth again. When you make your way back to the front door, Price twists the little dial next to the door and opens it on a different season.

You're booted into fall.

König's house is less of a house, and more of a den. The mouth of a cave greets you, the inside dark and cavernous. You hesitate outside until the monster slinks out to ask what you're doing. The trees of the forest bend down to listen to you explain that you're on a home tour. He shrugs and tells you to watch your head coming in as he ducks back inside. Despite the open entrance when you look back there's a warm wooden wall, and a large door with a shiny brass handle where the mouth of the cave should be. The door is curved along the top, mirroring the curve of the ceiling, impossibly tall as König rolls his shoulders back to stand at his full height. The inside of the cave is cozy, the stone walls covered in moss and furs, little glowing flowers and mushrooms shed a soft light over the room.

There are soft thick rugs along the floor, and pillows strewn about. There's no true furniture that you can see, everything is low to the ground but clearly made to comfortably accommodate König's size. There's a fire burning in a pit in the middle of the cave, the smoke filtering neatly out through a hole at the top of the ceiling. The whole room is warmed by it, the rock absorbing the heat so as not to chill your feet as you walk to inspect the a sort of room/nook carved into one of the walls. It's larger inside than the opening would suggest. A smaller cave carved into the bigger one, filled with furs and pillows, trinkets hang from the ceiling, and soft dancing fireflies float about. A sort of nest you could climb into and never climb out of.

You leave before König starts showing you the various bones and skulls he's collected.

Keegan's home is a clearing in the forest. The trees parted for the moon, the grass soft under your feet. Empty save for the spare wild flowers that push through the grass. He's not even there to show you around, he's at his angel's home with his family.

#ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #keegan p russ #1fae1 #fae!ghost #fae!soap #fae!price #fae!gaz #fae!könig #fae!keegan

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𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 — 𝐖𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You want to hate her, but hate that you can't blame her. She has Wes's heart something you’ve longed for.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): purely angst

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,088

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Wes Bennett & fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: I hope you enjoy it! I'm being extremely harsh on my writing rn so this might seem good to you but I'm critiquing this piece so much! Also, Olivia Rodrigo has a hold on me bad rn. Inspired by 'Lacy'.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

You couldn't pinpoint when exactly you let yourself be heartbroken for a boy, a boy who didn't even know just how much you longed to have his heart. To want him to see you and look at you like he did at Liz. Like you hung the stars in the sky. But he never did...he wouldn't cause his heart beat for her, and there was nothing you could do but let him go.

"What are you doing out here?" You look up to find Wes making his way over to you.

"Trying to understand why prom is considered this penultimate high school rite of passage..." You blow a raspberry.

"And?" Wes plops right on down beside you.

"It's not. If anything it's overhyped. I mean hours spent poring over makeup tutorials, fingering elegant ball gowns at the mall until you find the right one, and visualizing how the night will potentially play out. It's overwhelming. And don't get me started on the obnoxious public proposals in front of the whole school. What rite of passage is it? We're conditioned to obsess about how we look, how our hair is done, how our nails are shaped, and whether we'll have some eye candy on our arm when we walk through the front doors. They make it seem like if you don't attend you miss out. Well, I'm here...what am I missing?" You gesture to the double doors. Wes frowned, his head dipped as he looked over to meet your clearly broken expression. You were troubled, he could tell by the way you overthought about something, this something being prom.

"Can I give my two cents?" He wanted to test the waters. Not wanting to further ruin your already bad mood.

"Will it contradict my running argument about Prom?" Your voice comes out softer than you imagined it to.

"It might, but I won't if it'll upset you again." He admitted.

"You can proceed..." You mutter anxiously.

"I don't see it as this rite of passage okay? Coming to prom, I didn't have this structured idea in mind that I was gonna become this new person. If anything's overhyped it's thinking you have to have sex on this one night. Certainly not what I was aiming for tonight. If anything...I'm just happy we all got to be in the same room one last time. Things haven't been so great within the group, but tonight, for just this one night, we all let our guards down and are spending it together. We're surrounded by all our friends whom we love, and having a great night. Well, not everyone..." He smirked, nudging you with his elbow gently. You rolled your eyes at him. "You wanna tell me the real reason you're sitting out here alone and not inside." This makes you scoff in shock. You let your shoulders slouch forward in defeat.

Of course, he read right through me.

“What gave me away?” You hum in amusement.

“You’ve been planning for this night since second grade after your mom told you about it.”

Oh right. That she did.

“If we’re being honest about how this night has been for us.” You exhale deeply. You rub your hands up and down your calves. Your skin feels cold to the touch. “You may not have had a structured idea in mind, but I did. I played out this ideal visualization of how the night would potentially play out, but turns out obstructed ideas just stay that…silly little ideas.” You laugh out nervously. “It hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows for me tonight, and it’s not going to be.”

“Can you tell me?” The edges of his mouth curled downward once more. You made it your goal to never have to see him frown again right then and there.

“No.” Your saddened smile was written with a taste of acceptance. Sitting with him, talking to him, and gracious for his attentiveness. The way he always listened and never interrupted you, or anyone for that matter. Made you realize that you’d never have his heart wholeheartedly, only momentarily.

“Why not?” He gave a shrug. The laugh he released weighed heavily against your ears.

“Cause it’d change everything.”

“Change everything? What do you mean?” His brows furrowed.

“N-Nothing.” You started fidgeting with your fingers. Finding it difficult to let your gaze fall on his this time.

“Hey, don’t do that.” He pushed. Not wanting you to close off on him.

“We should head back inside the group is probably wondering where we are?” You looked over your shoulder. Yet the grab of your shoulder brought your attention back onto him.

“What aren’t you telling me?” His brows were knitted in thought. Wondering what the hell you meant by it’d change everything.

“Nothing. I said everything I wanted to say.” You smile but it does nothing to convince him, especially with the bullshit of an answer you just gave him.

“Y/n, I’m serious-“

“Hey, you two. There you are, been looking all over for you!” Your heads whip over your shoulder. Liz standing against the pushed door. Her smile was as radiant and pretty as the white gown she dawned for this evening. The moonlight made her red hair stand out against her pale skin. She looked ethereal. Seeing her stand there, made you immediately realize the real reason you came out here in the first place. Your envy and admiration of her took control of your mind and if you stayed inside any longer than you did, you would have given into every impulsive decision, good or bad. You turn your head and let your eyes lock onto his. You hoped he hadn’t noticed the shift in your demeanor. The way your eyes lost their light in them. You forgot how to breathe for that mere second your eyes met. You would have risked it all. Confessed all your troubling insecurities and hopes and desires. Yet for the sake of your own sanity, for the sake of not wanting to get in between them, you looked away and averted your attention to the redhead waiting on you. You mustered up your courage and stood up.

“Hey, Libby Loo. Just needed some fresh air. It was getting kind of hot in there.”

“Oh tell me about it!” She agreed. You walked over to where she stood, taking over holding the door. “What were you two talking about?” You heard the underlying tone of her insecurities build up. You found it within the nervous laugh she emitted.

“Debate over whether prom is this rite of passage or a total waste of time.” It fell past your lips so easily, that it shocked you. Liz physically relaxed. The roll of her eyes made you ease up. She didn’t think you and Wes were having a moment just then. Phew.

“Of course you were. Well all-knowing, obviously a rite of passage, right?”

“Yeah…obviously, been planning for this since second grade. Not a waste of time…at all.” You smirk. You let your gaze linger back to Wes where he caught you in your own lie again. Shaken by his disappointment. You exchange spots with her. Liz now lingering out the door, and you, ready to run away again. You weren’t a stranger to her newfound affection for the jock standing a few feet away with his hands in his slacks. It took her long enough to fall for him, but Wes was willing to wait this long for her…and now he was finally getting her emotionally and physically. And you, you were losing everything you’ve never had a chance to have.

“I’m gonna head back inside now. Do you know if there’s still any punch left?” You begin to excuse yourself.

“I think one of the boys spiked it.” Liz made a face.

“Great…” You sighed. “Well, I’ll see you two in there.” You playfully nudge her, stepping past the threshold and beginning the dark trek to the gym.

“Hi…”

“Hi.”

You didn’t even want to spare them a second glance, knowing just how your heart would shatter in an instant and you knew you wouldn’t recover from it.

You let the quietness embrace you like a hug. It let you hear just how loud your thoughts were going. It gave you a moment to recollect yourself before you had to face everyone again and pretend that you weren’t in a demise because you didn’t go after what you wanted. You were about to turn the corner when the loud pull of the metal door opened behind you. You would have kept walking were it not for the rapid footsteps booking it down the hall. And you wouldn’t have frozen in place were it not for the exclaim of your name.

“Y/n!” Your breath hitched hearing his voice. “You didn’t turn around, too scared, not wanting to bear whatever he came after you to tell you. “You didn’t answer me. What would change?”

Your shoulders grew rigid and tense, then and only then did you slowly turn and face him. Expectedly and curious eyes he had.

His shoulders slumped seeing a tear fall down your cheek. He still pushed for an answer. He gives for anything really.

“What would change?”

Us.

You would have answered, you’d have given him an answer. You would have given him a reason, but your burden had walked in a minute after he did. You go to speak but your mouth stays open, at a loss for words, to cross the line of friendship you’ve been straddling for years. Wes follows your line of sight and there she is. Everything he’s ever wanted, right in front of him, yet as he looks back at you, you stare at her like she’s anything but his everything. Then you stare at him and it’s like he’s your…He knew that look, all too familiar of sporting it when he tried to help Liz get with Michael. A hopeless feeling that you can’t have the one person you want most. The frown happens before he speaks.

You pick up on the way the air feels a lot more tense. The way he straightens up and the shift in his eyes as he looks between you and Liz. The line was crossed and you wished to have stayed on the opposite side of it.

“Y/n…” He sighs heavily.

“Please don’t.” You give a tight-lipped smile. The tears spilling out faster than you can wipe them away. “Please don’t…I’m okay. I know…and I’m aware. So please for my sake just don’t.”

“Can I give my two cents?” He pleads.

“No.” You smile again. Shaking your head, closing yourself off, and wishing you could be under your bed covers right about now.

“I’m so sorry.” He says defeat was written over his face.

“You guys enjoy your night okay.” You nod and begin walking backwards.

“Y/n are you okay?” Liz finally walks over. Her concern warms you and makes you want to punch her in the face.

“Yeah Libby Loo, just feeling a bit under the weather. I think I'm gonna head on home.” You laugh out loud nervously. Still walking painfully slow, and backwards.

��Well hold on, we can give you a ride.” God you really wanted to punch her.

“No Libby it’s okay. I’ll make do. Really? I’ll be fine. Like always…” You say the last bit quietly, yet they don’t miss it. Wes looks on the verge of crying and Liz concerned about your well-being is starting to make you really feel sick.

“You sure?” She frowns. Not at all convinced with the way your smile isn’t even reaching your eyes anymore. You weren’t even hiding it.

“Y/n-“ Wes tried again. But you shake your head.

“You kids have fun okay.” This time your smile does reach your eyes and then you turn around and make your leave. You can’t even be mad at Liz because she didn’t do anything wrong and you hate her for it.

“Y/n!” Wes yells after you but you don’t react, nor do you turn around. The effect he has on you starts wearing off and the ache in your chest slowly diminishes into nothing the further you get from them. And you can’t even be mad about it.

“What did you do?” Liz smacked him. He didn’t even flinch. “She was fine a few minutes ago!”

“No…she wasn’t.” Wes watched solemnly as your figure finally rounded the corner and you were no longer in his sights.

#wes bennett #wes bennett imagines #wes bennett imagine #wes bennett x reader #wes bennett oneshot #wes bennett x fem!reader #bttm imagines #bttm x reader #better than the movies #better than the movies imagines #my gif #writings by juls

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reasonsmandy · 1 year

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You're mine forever

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — hi i love ur writing!!! i was wondering if you could use prompts 6, 7 and 8 in a warren x reader where she’s in the band and eddie’s just told warren he’s leaving, so he’s really upset and needs assurance from the reader that she won’t leave :’) super fluffy !!!!! after i saw warrens face when he was on the bus watching eddie leave i just wanted to give him the biggest hug 😭😭 thank you so much i hope this isn’t too much to ask for! feel free to change bits as well i know it’s a lot lol

✧.* summary — Your boyfriend has always been the happiest person you've ever met, but the band breakup managed to upset him... which broke your heart.

✧.* warnings — Sad Warren :(

✧.* word count — 2.1k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist!

✧.* mandy's notes — I understand what you said too much, I felt so so sorry for him in the last episode :((( my boy deserves more.

You felt the tension in the air since leaving Pittsburgh, the fear of change building in your chest with each passing second, you knew something was wrong and what frustrated you was that no one seemed to let that elephant out of the room and be honest with each other.

You saw Camila frustrated since you left your hometown, Karen looked airy and Eddie was devastated since the show. Something was stirring in your family and you could feel that roller coaster of emotions was about to go downhill, and breakdown.

You arrived in Chicago tired but excited for that show that would mark something so great in your careers, and despite the fear of chaos that surrounded your band and your friends every time you looked at your boyfriend a peace embraced your heart.

Warren Rojas was the happiest man you knew, a lover of life, a person who knew how to live and enjoy all the happiness that life has to offer, and that was one of the points that made you fall in love so deeply for him. Since you first met in Pittsburgh, he has charmed you in every way and you felt so lucky to be the woman he called girlfriend, to be by his side.

You knew he was a strong man, and that he would always find something to put a smile on his face and be happy in that moment, this is something that helped you a lot as the band grew. It was very difficult for you at the beginning with all the chauvinism in the industry and the way you were treated like nothing, Rojas was always there by your side to reassure you how amazing you were and how proud he was of you. That smile made your days better and you would always be thankful for him.

You enter the hotel room followed by the drummer, he leaves your bags on the floor and you throw yourself on the bed with a sigh, Warren approaches you with a smile on his face laying on top of you and kissing you gently. You bring your hands to his cheek, kissing him back and then moving your hands to his hair. He smiles after the kiss, opening his eyes to meet your thoughtful features.

"Is everything alright sunshine?" He asks, lying down beside you and lacing his fingers through yours.

"Yeah, I'm just thinking." You move closer to him, taking comfort in your boyfriend's comfortable embrace.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks, eyes fixed on the ceiling while he feels you close.

"Don't worry, pretty boy, it's nothing." You lie, smiling at him. You didn't want to make him worried. "I'm just feeling something weird, you know? Out of place..."

Warren smiles and runs his hand through your hair, trying to soothe your troubled thoughts. "Hey, I know something's been off lately with the band, but we'll figure it out," he says reassuringly.

You give him a small smile, grateful for his comforting words, but deep down, you know that this time it's different. You can't shake off the feeling of tension and unease that's been building up since leaving Pittsburgh. You shift closer to Warren, seeking his warmth and comfort.

He notices your apprehension and wraps his arms around you, holding you close. "Is it about Eddie? I know Billy can be a real jerk sometimes, but we've all got each other's back."

You nod, feeling a little calmer with Warren's words, but you can't help but remember how Billy took away Eddie's moment on stage at their hometown show, leaving him feeling used and betrayed. Eddie had always looked up to Billy and admired him, but it was clear that their relationship was toxic and that Eddie was at his edge.

"Yeah, it's also about Eddie," you admit softly. "Billy's been treating him like crap, and it's taking a toll on him, it's not fair to him. And another thing my love, why did Billy have to do this? You know, he didn't need to take his moment like that"

Warren's expression softens as he listens, and he nods thoughtfully. "I know what you mean," he says with a sympathetic smile. "But I also know that we're a family, and families have their ups and downs. Plus, Eddie's always been a little sensitive, you know? He takes things to heart sometimes, especially when it comes to Billy."

"And we should do something about it, shouldn't we?" You ask, feeling a tightness in your chest.

"I'll talk to him, okay?" Warren says between kisses on your head. "Don't worry, sunshine."

...

You've had a long day leading up to the show, and you're feeling frustrated with everything that's been happening. You've been thinking a lot about Camila, you knew your best friend and you knew that something's off with her. So, you decide to go to Billy's room to look for her, Camila always held a lot to herself and as her best friend you had to reassure her that you're always there for her.

As you stop in front of the door and prepare to knock, you hear voices coming from inside. You don't take long to recognize them, It's Eddie and Billy, and they're arguing. Your heart sinks as you listen to their heated conversation, and then you hear Eddie say those fateful words, "I figured I should handle this like a man. I'm quitting the band."

You freeze, unable to move or even breathe. Your mind races as you try to process what you just heard. Eddie, quitting the band? It's unthinkable! You know how much Warren cared about having his best friend by his side accomplishing this dream, and you can't bear the thought of how devastated he would be if Eddie were to quit. You knew he was strong, but that was going to knock him out a lot, and just thinking about it made your heart sink.

You decide to go back to your room, calling Camila as soon as you got there, she didn't answer at all which worried you a lot, frustration began to consume you as the hours went by. Soundcheck time got closer and closer and you felt everything falling apart as you entered the stadium by your boyfriend's side. This would be an endgame.

Graham and Karen never looked at each other which was rare, Eddie had a black eye that seemed to get bigger with every song they rehearsed and no Billy and Daisy showed up.

You drop your bass, taking a seat next to Warren's drums he winks at you and you take this opportunity to approach him. "Baby, go talk to him."

Rojas nods, heading towards the blonde. You knew your boyfriend and you knew that what he said was going to be in a direct and calm way, but you were afraid of how Roundtree would respond to that.

You decide to leave them alone, walking towards Karen who looked upset as she watched the piano. She didn't seem to want much conversation so you just sat next to her and hugged her, after a while keeping the blonde company, you see your boyfriend leaving and you see something unusual in his face, he was pissed.

You leave a kiss on Karen's forehead and go towards him, despite calling him several times he wouldn't turn to you.

"Hey pretty boy, how was it?" You ask when you reach him, trying to catch a breath.

"He's an asshole." Warren says running his hands through his hair, trying to calm down."I can't understand how he can't see what we're living here sunshine."

You move closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Tell me my love, what did he tell you?"

"He says that he's looking more out of life than me." Rojas leans his forehead against yours, and you start stroking the locks of his hair. "Can you believe that my sun? The guy is a fucking rockstar and it isn't enough for him."

"Oh my love, I understand your frustration." You say kissing his cheek, making him smile. "But sometimes people aren't as wonderful as you are and they can't see the beauty in life."

"You think I'm wonderful, uh?" Warren says between kisses on your lips, you just nod smiling. "You are my salvation, my sunshine."

...

As you step onto the stage, you feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, you're excited to perform in front of a crowd again, but on the other, you can't shake off the feeling that this might be the last time you'll do it with this band. You glance over at Eddie and Warren, who are setting up their instruments, and you can see the same sentiment in their eyes.

Once the show starts, you all play as if it's just another gig, but the atmosphere in the room is heavy. The audience is cheering and singing along to every song, but you can sense that they too feel the weight of this being the end. You play through the set, and even though you know the songs by heart, tonight they feel different. They feel like a goodbye letter to the fans who have supported you all this time. The end of a cycle, the last day together doing what they've always dreamed of since they were little in Pittsburgh.

When you get to "Honeycomb," you see Billy's face change. He abruptly stops playing and runs off the stage, leaving you and the others to finish the song without him. You know where he's gone - he's chasing after Camila, you can't help but cry you were losing your family. You also knew that this is his way of saying that he's done, that he's leaving the band.

You finish the show, but it feels bittersweet. The applause is loud, and people are asking for an encore, but you know it's not going to happen. You look over at Eddie, and their faces mirror your own. The three of you exchange a sad nod, and you all walk offstage, knowing that this is the last time you'll be performing together.

…

The next morning, the band gathered to leave for their next destination, but Daisy was nowhere to be found. Panic started to set in as time ticked by and they still couldn't locate her. Then, to make matters worse, Billy was also missing. You felt a sinking feeling in your chest as you watched the minutes turn into hours without any sign of either of them.

Warren tried to comfort you by squeezing your hand, but you could see the worry etched on his face. What had happened to Daisy and Billy? Why did they disappear like this?

But then, as if to add insult to injury, Eddie suddenly appears with his bags, getting into a taxi without so much as a word to anyone. You feel Warren's grip on your hand loosen, and when you turn to look at him, his eyes are filled with hurt, betrayal and tears. This is the last straw, and it's clear that the bond between him and Eddie has been irreparably broken.

The tour is canceled, and you both return to your home in LA in silence. Nothing you do or say can cheer Warren up, and it breaks your heart to see him like this. He spends the entire journey lost in thought, and you know that this experience has changed him.

When the moonlight completely fills the sky you were in the kitchen while Rojas was still silent on your couch, your chest tightens when you see the sad expression on your beloved's face. You drop everything you were doing in the kitchen and approach him and kneel down in front of him.

"Hey, pretty boy talk to me." You say, stroking his knee. "I know you're not okay, you don't have to hide it from me."

"It's just that... All our friends are splitting up." Rojas's choked voice made your heart break. "I'd die if that were us sunshine, I can't afford to lose you."

"Oh, my love." You move to sit on the sofa, pushing his curls away from his face to watch his eyes closely. "I don't know why you care if I stay or leave if you know I'll always be here by your side."

Warren brings his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him. He doesn't say anything, he just watches you and you can see the fear in his eyes.

"I'm your wife Warren, I hope you know I won't give up on you." You say to then kiss him calmly, tenderly and conveying all the love you felt for him, he holds you closer feeling safe in you.

"Wife, uh?" He whispers after the kiss, you pat his chest hiding your face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment. "Hey, don't hide sunshine." He pulls your face away from his chest to look into your eyes.

"I said too much, forget what I it." You say, shaking your head.

Warren pulls back slightly, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Well, if you've already called yourself my wife, I guess I have no choice but to make it official," he says, his eyes twinkling.

You chuckle at his sudden change in tone. "Oh really? And how do you plan to do that?" you ask, pretending to be skeptical.

Warren looks around the room, searching for inspiration. Suddenly, his eyes land on a half-eaten slice of pizza on the coffee table.

"I know!" he exclaims, grabbing the pizza and holding it up. "Will you do me the honor of sharing this slice of pizza with me... as my wife?"

You can't help but burst out laughing at his ridiculous proposal, but then you realize he's serious. His eyes meet yours and you can see the love and sincerity in them.

"Yes, Warren. I will share this pizza with you... and be your wife," you say with a smile.

Warren grins back at you, feeling overjoyed. "Then it's settled. You're mine forever," he says, pulling you close for another kiss.

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mytemporarycomfort · 2 years

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BOTW Champions pining over sweet Reader

A/N: I had so much fun thinking about these. Please enjoy!

Botw Champions X Sweet!Reader

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Sweet boy is so torn up between his duty and his emotions.

He shows off for you, like, a lot.

Want him to fight someone for you, he's on it.

Stupid pick up lines. "Hey (Y/N) Whats this material im wearing? Boyfriend material!"

Wants to take you out to walks when theres down time. He wants that quality time with you.

You're a breath of fresh air to him where his surrounding is always trying to kill him, and yet here you are, a ray of sunshine.

Really hopes his message is getting through to you. Please please please love this boy back.

Urbosa

Mommy Urbosa springs into action so fast when you're around

You get a personal room next to hers. She wants to keep you safe and cozy.

Trains you personally, so just in case if she's not around, you can hold your own..

She knows you're your own person, but sometimes her authoritative side comes out. But it's for you.

Like if another person shows interest in you, and you're not comfortable with it, and its not going well, shes suddenly there?

Seeing such a sweet thing in Gerudo is so rare. You're like a treasure that might get taken away from her at any moments notice. She does not like that.

She's okay if you don't love her back that way, but she also does want you to. She just wants you to be around.

Mipha

Shes so shy and sweet, please treat her well

She isn't clingy but she always appears when you need something

Softest touches.

She makes a Zora Armour for you, for sure.

The MOST romantic out of all of them.

She takes you to her favourite swimming spots at night to look at stars.

Super aware that you cant swim like her so, she's super attentive to you when ever you guys go swimming.

She really wants you to love her back. Her heart is too big for her chest!

Revali

angst, angst all the way. He cares so much about what you think of him.

Turns into such a mother bird. You need something? He's got it.

Need water? Oh look, where did that bottle of water come from?

Need a snack? A random fish just plops down on your lap.

Need a blanket to sleep? He's got wings, use those.

Has ZERO witty thing to say around you. He's so tongue tied around you.

This bird boy tries so so so hard to impress you. He takes you to the flight range just to show off.

Will fight all the other champions if they look at you weird.

Waits to see if you notice the little shiny thing he's put in your bag, sneakily of course. Happy when he sees you smile.

Please return the favour of giving him trinkets.

Daruk

This man is protective!

He does not know his strength, but he tries so hard to be gentle with you.

This massive dude is scared of dogs, but for you, he's not. For you, he's a big tough Goron.

He visits you a lot and brings you gems since you know, you're gonna burn up on death mountain.

Ask him to build a house for you, do it, He will do it. No questions asked. Anything for his most precious gem.

If you ever give him a really cool rock, he will NEVER forget it.

Will gently lift you up unto his shoulders if you look tired.

You are like a doll to him sometimes, so fragile, so lovely.

Daruk tries so hard and for you, anything.

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anonymityisfunwriter · 1 year

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New to tumblr, please bear with me😭🙏 I love Bucky x sunshine fics and read them religiously on ao3! Wondering if u could do one where Peter/sunshine are hanging out a lot bc he feels safe with her/looks up to her. Bucky is craving sunshine’s attention so he flirts with sunshine but she just doesn’t really pick up on the ques, and the team is teasing them bc they’re all assuming she understands. Bucky progressively flirts more obviously to try to get her to notice but it’s not working.

Hi! Welcome to Tumblr, friend!

Thank you so much, I'm glad you're enjoying them. So for the flirting ones, I definitely have a few like that already, I can link them here:

From Friends To This, Snow Day, The Compound Conspiracy, 5 + 1 (Flirting Edition) (especially that one, Bucky really lays the flirting on thick), if none of those are exactly what you had in mind, just let me know, I'm always open to more ideas!

BUT THAT PETER ONE. OKAY. OKAY. You're not the only one that's asked for more Sunshine + Peter interactions and that it so cute. Love it. Absolutely love it.

I'm hoping to put Peter in some more one-shots, but here's a little drabble for you. I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for the ask.

Advice

"Can I ask you for your advice?"

Peter's voice comes from the other side of the common room where he'd been working on homework. It was a common enough occurrence. Today, it was just you and Peter, but there were plenty of times that MJ and Ned also joined him.

You look around the room to find no one else besides you and Peter. You turn back to him pointing at yourself, "You're asking me?"

"Yeah."

"Er... I don't think I'm supposed to be giving advice. That's Steve and Sam territory."

"Nah," Peter disagrees. "I want to hear what you think. Besides if I ask them, Steve'll start calling me 'son' again, and Sam's still pretending I'm invisible."

"Again?" you sigh, shaking your head. Peter wordlessly nods. You dismissively wave your hand, "Don't worry about it, I'll talk to Sam."

"Wait, that wasn't what I needed your advice on! Please?"

"Oh.. sure!" you shrug.

"Well, I guess, I'm sorta having a hard time with the superhero thing. Sam told me that you've never, you know," Peter hesitates, tugging at his collar as an insinuation. "Killed anyone."

You frown, "Oh."

"I mean, I just - I wanted to know how you do it."

"How I don't kill people?"

"No - I mean - Sorta. Sam told me that you hold back a lot," Peter sheepishly explains. "And I guess, I sorta knew that already. I mean you could kill us all if you wanted to. Not that I thought you would do that or anything, but like even with bad guys. And you're just like so happy all the time!"

You take a moment to process Peter's rambling. Your mouth twists apologetically, "Pete, I won't lie to you, I don't think there was a question there."

"You seem decently happy with Mr. Bucky, not that I can really tell because he's always frowning at me. But you are. You're happy. You have a life. I just wanna know how you do it."

"You want to know how I have a life?"

"Is that a stupid question? It's a stupid question, isn't it?"

"No!" you assure Peter. "Of course not! I'm glad you came to talk to me, I'm very wisdomous."

"So?"

"Oh, right..." Your mouth twists as you think about Peter's question for a long moment. "I dunno, that was a choice that I made when I was thrown into this. I didn't want to be someone other people were scared of. I want to be good. I want to believe that people are good."

"Even when they're not?"

You chuckle, "I didn't say it was easy. I forget that sometimes too. That's why you surround yourself with good people. They'll remind you when you forget."

"That's really it?"

"And I listen to a lot of Taylor Swift."

Peter nods in agreement, "Already do that."

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fourseasonsfigs · 1 year

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Tian Wen Music Box + Am I Beautiful?

Welcome to the third of these gorgeous music boxes and their fig toppers!

If you missed Day 1 and 2 of the Music Box Extravaganza, definitely check out Tian Ya Ke + Whirling Wenzhou and Wu Ti + Good Sword too, the artist's artistry is not to be missed. These are very special and some of my favorite merch items, hands down. I'm really, really hoping that she considers keeping going - there's a whole soundtrack, after all!

Haha, you're not going to miss THIS pic after this is over...yes my forgiving figthusiasts, this is yet the same pic from the previous two blog posts one last time! I do feel pretty comfortable saying that the red music box storage box is in fact the one belonging to Tian Wen - I mean, it's a pretty safe bet given the box itself is red - but these all arrived together and I unwrapped them all in a blaze of excitement, and I no longer remember which box went with which. I'm 99.9% sure the red goes with this one.

The moment you've all been waiting for - the White Glove Figthusiast 360 Degree Non-Surround-Sound full detail!

You'll notice that the top of the music box kind of wiggled a bit when I first started moving the box. That's because, like all boxes in this series, you wind it up by holding the top in one hand and winding the base with the bottom. The key only is used to stop the motion. It's not as fragile as I made it look - it's actually pretty sturdy when you give it a good set of turns.

The golden inscriptions are different lines from the show. As you can see, the quality is crisp and clear, and it looks beautiful in hand or on the shelf. The darker red background gives it a rich, elegant look.

Here's our beautiful key and a better closeup of the lock keyhole. All the keys in this set are the same, so you could use them interchangeably on each music box if you wanted. They don't really do much, and the music box plays just fine without them, so it would be sad but not disastrous if a key was lost.

Alright, on to the figs! So we're moving from Wenzhou with these figs to the promotional period, where Zhang Zhehan and Gong Jun promoted how good this show was and how everyone should watch it, and also how cute the two of them were.

This fig set is inspired, indirectly first by this scene:

Zhou Zishu: 美吗 Měi ma (Am I beautiful?) Wen Kexing: 完美 Wánměi (Perfect)

This is Gong Jun's clever ad-lib to Zhehan's snarky ad lib, and it's so utterly delightful that it became Gong Jun's secret livestream interview challenge mission to complete. You can watch the livestream subbed in English here (part 1 and part 2) and I highly, highly recommend it.

His secret challenge mission was to say 美吗 to Zhehan, and get him to say 完美 back. The first part of the challenge, Gong Jun saying 美吗 to Zhehan, is the image the fig maker designed this fig around:

This image is so great that the fig maker did this incredible thing for the box packaging:

The figs were in a plastic clam-shell for shipping, but I took them out so the figs could be seen better. I love this box so much I'm actually going to keep the figs in it permanently! They're just too, yes, perfect in it.

But regardless of my personal display plans, we're here to talk about the figs, so let's kick this off!

Here we have the figs as they're meant to go, as a topper on the music box. I take all my pics by a window with natural light, so while like us, the sunshine loves Zhehan's beautiful face, it has unfortunately washed it out a bit in all that brightness. That's ok though, because you're about to see it up close and personal.

But before that, let me point out a cool feature of this set. So you know how the other figs had magnets in the bottom of their feet to keep them securely fastened to the music box? Well, these do too, but they also have magnets attached to their backsides to keep them in their chairs, like so:

This is a really nice touch to keep the whole thing as secure as possible. It helps since there are are no magnets at the end of the chair legs of course, so their feet are securely attached to the music box base, and their own selves are attached to the chairs.

Onwards with the 360 degree photo-a-thon. It's a bit harder since these figs, unlike the others, aren't stuck together, so it was me manually moving them in a circle. We'll see how well I replicated them rotating on the top of a music box:

Hmm. Maybe I should invest on one of those plug-in USB rotating lazy Susans!

May I just mention how much I love Zhehan's wiggly mouth shape here - it's wonderful. The fig maker got this pose perfectly.

Speaking of poses, take a look at the full-body detail from the livecast and compare it to the fig (sorry for my monitor's over-exposure of Zhehan's beautiful white robe).

Spot on, isn't it? If I had ever so slightly rotated Gong Jun slightly more to the right it would have been exactly right. I'm just so impressed with this fig maker - I wouldn't even know how to begin doing something like this. It seems incredibly difficult.

The bonuses the seller included with this set are these two delightful items:

Super cute paper clips with some matching art, and a translucent Polaroid-style card with their signatures. I love it so much!

This is the end of the music boxes...but not of this artistic seller's figures. Come back tomorrow for the last one - it's big (quite literally), I promise!

Material: Metal (music box) and very beautiful PVC (figs)

Fig Count: 197

Scene Count: 17

Rating: Perfect.

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Content warning: talking about trauma and the use of unforgivables

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Chapter 9

Getting Help

You barely had time to wake up, before Sebastian was pushing a wiggenweld potion into your hands, practically trying to help you drink it.

You were caught between telling him off or asking what he was doing, until you jerked funny and pain shot through your torso.

He sighed when you drained the whole little bottle, getting Ominis to smirk.

"He's been fretting this whole time. Hasn't even slept yet."

"How long was I asleep?" You asked, moving to sit up despite Sebastian's protests.

"Almost a day, but it's early in the morning right now," he replied, finally getting you to at least sit still. "Why?"

"Professor Weasley said to meet her today."

"Matilda is a little busy putting out fires thanks to Draken's animal attack. A group of students, who I know weren't around, swears up and down they saw him attack a cat with crucio. He's been arrested. Of course Matilda knew who they were talking about when they described you. She's also worried about how you're doing. So, if you're late, I doubt she'll hold it against you."

You chuckled as you looked to Sebastian. "Poppy Sweeting to the rescue."

"She does know we're animagi now, and if she didn't think there was something weird about aurors surrounding the school, she does now," Sebastian agreed.

"Yes, let's just hope we didn't bring her into our little marked group."

Felix narrowed his eyes at Ominis. "Quite the ray of sunshine."

"There are orders to kill us on sight. That doesn't leave much room for politeness. Dragging more people into it, will only make things worse."

"I get it Ominis, I do, but we know we can't stop the Minister alone. Poppy can make up her own mind-"

"Without knowing all the facts, she's making a biased judgement call based on friendship. She did the same thing by giving you her wand at Azkaban."

"What's your point?" Sebastian asked.

"Merely stating that I hope all of this is worth the risk people are taking. Or you're going to turn around seeing death trailed behind you and ghosts of regrets swallowing you."

He moved out of the room, leaving the three of you glancing between each other.

"Let me go talk to him," Sebastian whispered, already climbing off the bed.

Felix waited until he moved out of the hall, before sitting on the corner of the bed.

"I never really had a chance to ask, but what's your story? How'd you meet my mother?"

He glanced your way, smiling slightly. "I went to school with her. We dated a while after. I was an auror, she was the secretary to the Minister at the time. I found out a few years later that she was seeing Max De'lany behind my back, so I left her."

"Sebastian said you had a daughter?"

He shook his head. "Your mother was pregnant when I left her. She didn't know who the father was, me or De'lany. He was a good man, didn't realize she was with someone, with me being gone all the time. He doted on you, loved you. It didn't leave much time for your mother. So she went searching for someone else to give her attention, Spavin. Things became worse and she spiraled. He gave her everything she wanted, but it was just a ride to get her hooked. When De'lany realized what was happening, he moved to try turning them in and gaining custody of you."

"He tried to take them all on, alone?"

"Yes, though his worst mistake was trusting your mother. She used not knowing which father was yours as a way to make it seem like he was lying. She lost it entirely after Spavin decided she'd prove her loyalty, by using the imperious curse on you and make you kill De'lany. I tried very hard to get to your house that night, but by the time I got there, Spavin left and your mother was dead."

"And you were blamed for her death?"

He nodded. "Spavin couldn't look bad, he was going to blame it off on you, but no one would believe you grabbed a wand from one of them and went on a killing spree. Just as I had picked you up, an old friend walked through the door. He never believed I killed De'lany or your mother, but there was no proof otherwise either, so he was forced to arrest me, but not before he allowed me to place you with my mother. You called her granny, remember?"

Smirking, you nodded. "I think she enjoyed that."

"She did. She'd come tell me stories about you when she'd visit me in Azkaban. Smuggled in photos of you. When you were a child, no one could tell who's child you were, but once you started growing up, you looked too much like me to pretend it wasn't there."

Your eyes met his in surprise, seeing his soften at it.

"But it was when you became a Gryffindor, that it solidified my belief. De'lany was from a long line of Hufflepuff and Elizabeth from Slytherin. I was a Gryffindor, as was my mother and her father before her."

"Sebastian said you told him stories about your daughter..."

He smiled and nodded. "My family line has the ability of seers, but we don't need a crystal ball, any shiny surface would do."

You looked down at your feet with a nod. "So, you saw almost everything that happened?"

"I didn't watch all the time though. Just enough to keep me grounded. I couldn't lose myself while waiting for things to go the way they were heading."

Catching onto his slip up, you glanced his way. "Waiting for things to go- did you stay in Azkaban knowing Sebastian would be sent there?"

He chuckled. "I might have. His tie to you is strong. I knew you'd give him a way out of Azkaban. You pretend well, but I can see you care for him as much as he cares for you."

Shaking your head, you sighed. "So, this auror friend, is he still part of the Ministry?"

"No, in fact I heard he's now a teacher at Hogwarts. You've actually met him. Aesop Sharp."

The four of you moved under the disillusionment spell, remaining far enough that the aurors couldn't detect you if they were close.

You managed to talk everyone into letting you go on ahead first, not that Sebastian and Ominis didn't complain about it, but soon you were crossing the threshold into Solomon's home, seeing not just Professor Weasley, but also, professors Sharp, Garlick, Ronen and Hecat.

You waited to see if they'd notice you, grateful that Sharp was facing the opposite direction of the door.

"I do hope they're alright," professor Garlick whispered, her eyes moving out of the window. "Being hunted by aurors, the Minister, dark wizards, that can't make you trust easily."

"They're a smart group and if Felix is with them, he would already have warned them of the dangers. He wouldn't let his daughter walk into a trap."

Professor Weasley looked his way. "His daughter?"

Sharp nodded. "Felix was a lot of things growing up, but they smoothed out as he became an adult. When he let me arrest him after he took her somewhere safe and showed up, I knew I was locking up the wrong person."

"Goodness," Professor Garlick whispered. "Those three seem to end up getting involved in dangerous matters. I hope they're okay."

Deciding they were your teachers, you revealed yourself. "I guess it's a good thing it's the weekend."

They looked towards me and seemed to relax a little.

"Thank goodness you're alright. Miss Sweeting told us that Draken cast cruico on you," Hecat said with pride in her voice.

"He did, though he though I was a cat at the time."

"A cat?" Garlick asked.

You nodded. "To sneak in, I became and animagus."

"You could have used the disillusionment charm-"

"No, aurors can see through it," Sharp said, eyes trained on you. "As an auror trainee, you knew you had to find another way."

"And the fox and the leopard that attacked Draken?" Professor Weasley asked, she took your silence as an admission. "I wouldn't register with the ministry just yet."

Yeah, you hadn't planned on it.

"So, Matilda told us everything you told her and said you had proof," professor Sharp said, drawing your attention. "I'd suggest you keep that safe, we've found the journal of Solomon Sallow. He explains the rest of the story. Perhaps you should give it to his nephew. He may find it illuminating."

You reached over and took it from him. "I'm actually kind of surprised all of you decided to help."

"If the Ministry is corrupted, all of us will fall with it," Professor Hecat replied, getting a few grunts of agreement. "Since they're using this goblin rebellion as a way to deflect people from their activities in the background and people are falling for it. Then it's up to us to stop this madness ourselves."

"You saying it out loud makes this feel heavier than it did before."

That earned you a small smile from a few of them. "That is the price we pay to see what others chose to ignore."

Taking a deep breath, you nodded as the door whipped open, getting you to spin, wand at the ready, but it was just Sebastian.

His eyes moved around at all the wands pointing his way, before he met your eyes.

"Thanks for scaring me half to death," you hissed as you and the professors lowered their arms.

"You were taking a long time. For all we knew, you could have been in danger."

"Even though I told you she wasn't," Felix shot back as he entered the house with Ominis behind him.

"Ah, I was wondering if I was going to see you again," professor Sharp said, drawing everyone's attention, before they started passing glances.

"You say that like you thought I was going to lead these kids, then abandon them."

Sharp chuckled. "Then it's a good thing I know better. Besides, you'd never leave your daughter in danger after going to Azkaban for her."

Felix's eyes hardened. "You can hardly arrest a child who was under the imperious curse when it happened."

"Can we not talk about this?" You snapped when those who didn't know, stared at you. "It's not something I like to remember."

"None of that was in the records you showed me," professor Weasley said, her tone going soft.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sighed. "Fine. When I was eleven, my mother put me under that curse and forced me to kill who I thought was my father, to prove her loyalty to her boyfriend at the time. He's now the Minister. Now, you know everything, can we never talk about it? Ever. Again."

"Who killed your mother? You refused to speak of it before." Sharp asked, earning a glare.

"Minister Spavin."

"Well then, it seems we have a lot to contemplate," Professor Weasley said hurriedly as she moved over to you. "I think you'd find this more useful than anyone else at Hogwarts. And he asked for it to be given to you temporarily."

Confused, you took the box from her.

"It has a shrinking charm on it until you open it."

You nodded and slipped it into your bag.

"We should be going before people take notice of our absence," professor Garlick said softly. "And you should get back into hiding. People in town talk."

One by one they apperated away, so Felix herded you into a group and did the same.

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bluebxlle-writer · 2 years

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Writing cynical characters

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Cynical characters are one of my favorite types of characters to write about, because there's so much potential for their depth and backstory. However, these types of characters often get reduced to basic "evil" and "rude" characters whose only purpose in the story is to hurt other people, which is a waste of potential.

1. What cynical characters are

First off, let's understand what cynical characters are.

Cynical people believe that human beings are only motivated by self-interest and greed. They are distrustful of human sincerity or integrity, and are usually very negative.

2. Cynical vs selfish characters

Some often confuse cynicism with selfishness, so let's settle the main difference between cynical and selfish characters.

Selfish people are driven by self-interests, while cynical people believe that everyone are driven by self-interests. Cynical people aren't necessarily selfish, and vice versa.

3. Backstory

Like any type of character, the base for your character's depth is the backstory. You have to establish why and how your characters became cynical. Some possibilities are :

• They were taught from an early age that people are naturally selfish beings, and that nobody goes through all the trouble to do or give something without expecting another thing in return.

• They had a first-hand experience that lead them to believe that people were only driven by self-centered goals. Maybe they've been deceived, abandoned, or betrayed by someone they believed was kind.

4. Perception

Cynical characters judge people based on the assumption that they always have ulterior motives, so they're usually more perceptive than others. They'll be able to tell when someone's acting kind in order to use them.

But this isn't always the case, because it entirely depends on the character's other personalities. They might have a low perception level instead, because their mind immediately registers any action as a disguise for selfishness, causing them to never realize a person's true motives.

5. Refusing help

They might often refuse help from others, since they're convinced that everyone has motives for offering kindness. They wouldn't want to accept insincere actions.

BUT!! Again, it depends entirely on the character themself. Consider this. Someone buys you your favorite food. You're pretty cynical, so you know that this person is just doing it so you'll pay for their meal next time. Will you take the food? I don't know about y'all, but if someone offers me pizza, I'd take it even if I know it's not sincere. It's mf pizza. Just because someone is cynical and doesn't believe in true kindness, it doesn't mean they'll refuse help 24/7.

5. Relationships

Especially for cynical characters, I think it's important to give them meaningful relationships with other characters. In fiction, they're often portrayed as highly aloof and cold, never accepting kindness from anyone.

While those type of characters are complex and I love them so much (THE ANGST???), there are more approaches to handling their relationships :

• They might surround themselves with people, in hopes of finally finding someone who truly cares about them without any hidden motives.

• They have friends who they genuinely care about despite the fact that those friends might have ulterior motives, because they know that selfishness is a human nature that can't be changed, and thet decided to just accept it.

• They're cold and skeptical to everyone except one person, who they truly love because they know that the person is genuinely kind. GRUMPY X SUNSHINE???

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andsheloved · 2 years

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happy drabble day miss madeline!!! this week pls give us sweet clingy loki who doesn’t want to leave his lover’s side <3 you write lovesick puppy man the best 🥰

i LOVE YOU ENDLESSLY & happy 400 follows!!!!! you’re the best!!!!! 🌷

mia!! hello!! happiest drabble day to you!! i hope you are doing so well and your new semester is going well!! i am sending all my best vibes to you!! and uh that has to be one of the best compliments i have ever recieved um?? me?? write love sick puppy man the best?? i am YELLING thank you so much my dear i cry, i loVE YOU SO MUCH AND THANK YOU!!! this turned out a bit more grumpy + sunshine than i had first anticipated, bUT thank you for being so kind i appreciate and love you and you deserve the earth, but since i can't exactly package the whole earth for you right now, here's some lovesick loki instead :))

pairing ~ loki x gn!reader

word count ~ 1.3k

warnings ~ just a whole ton of fluff, lovesick puppy man loki (a warning in itself)

Ever since he had been brought into the godforsaken tower, he had known nothing but solitude. Even when he was finally granted the ability to walk freely about the many floors, the feelings of isolation persisted. After a while, he began to believe he had seen every corner, every hallway, and every dent in every wall that he could have seen during those slow moving hours when he roamed aimlessly around the endless corridors.

That was until you stumbled out of the meeting room, a frazzled expression written all over your features as you took a deep, steadying breath.

Yes.

You were definitely new.

You looked so out of place here. You looked to be made of all soft things, your eyes alight with a particular, unique brand of sunshine as you glanced around the hallway. Your hands, anxiously fidgeting with each other, seemed so gentle. Just the simple act of rotating your thumbs around each other had him itching to reach for you, like the fresh, dewy grass that sprung up after a rainstorm in the gardens of his youth that begged for his touch.

He scoffed to himself, what had gotten into him? Maybe he had spent one too many nights alone in his chambers, he was going soft.

"Loki?.." A quiet, unfamiliar voice called to him, and his brows furrowed as he searched for its owner.

It was you.

He cleared his throat before finally replying, "Yes?" He couldn't possibly be who you were looking for.

"Hi- I-" You stammered, sighing before you continued, "I was told to bring you in, not like you're in trouble or anything- they just wanted you to come in" You offered him a weak, almost clumsy smile as you awaited his response.

He only hummed at first, trying to maintain his cool, composed veneer as he took you in. Something about the way you smiled at him made him want to squirm.

A strange, unfamiliar sort of warmth filled him, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to bottle the feeling or compress it down as soon as he could.

He hesitantly began to walk in your direction, though he wasn't sure what he was so uncertain of.

He knew that the meeting would be nothing more than a routine check in, and his nerves certainly weren't because he was made uncomfortable by your unfamiliar face.

He felt his arms cross over his chest, his body seemingly preparing himself for some sort of attack as he readied himself for something he wasn't quite sure of just yet.

But then he brushed past you.

It was accidental really. That's what he told himself at least.

You were standing right in front of the door, he couldn't have avoided it, though how he wished he had.

He knew right then that it would be a struggle to escape the hold you had already unintentionally placed on him as soon as your skin brushed his.

You were so warm. How could a person be so warm?

His head was still spinning even as he settled into his chair at the back of the room.

He watched you reacting subtly to your surroundings, your lips parting slightly as you watched the mindless presentation at the front of the room.

You were so unlike the others, you emanated such joy and light even during the simple act of observing your other teammates.

But then you finally introduced yourself to the room, it was an enthusiastic, cheerful chirp, so contrasting to the harsh interior of the world you now found yourself in, and he knew he was finished.

From that moment on, it seemed that every time he looked up, he discovered himself glued to your side.

He supposed he should have been embarrassed by the confused looks cast his way from Tony as he snickered to himself, most assuredly muttering some new nickname for him under his breath, but he couldn't even bring himself to mind. He could have sworn that as soon as you entered his orbit, the entire universe became so much smaller. If he was suddenly told that the sun rose and set within the confines of your general vicinity, he would believe it.

He wondered if you noticed, you had to have, how closely he stepped beside you as you prepared your tea in the morning, how his fingers always seemed to brush against yours every time you asked for him to pass you something.

It almost became a bizarre sort of game, seeing how far he could go before you finally snapped at him and asked why he was so insistent on touching you all the time. Though, even when he took the risk of placing his hand on the small of your back as he squeezed past you in the crowded kitchen, you never exhibited any bit of protest.

It kept him up at night.

How you never shied from his touch.

If he thought hard enough on those nights when sleep refused to come to him, he could almost imagine what it would feel to have you fully lean into him, you'd be so gentle against his skin- No.

He grumbled to himself as he shot up, planting his feet on the cold flooring beside his bed, he needed a change of scenery. He couldn't spend another moment alone staring at his blank ceiling lest his mind conjure up another pathetically hopeful image of you.

He stomped his way into the living room, bitterly grabbing whatever book his fingers landed on first and huffing as he fell into the corner of the couch.

"Can't sleep?"

His breath hitched in his throat as he whipped his neck to face the intruder, his shoulders sagging in relief when he finally recognized your blanket covered silhouette in the opposite corner of the couch. He hummed in response.

"Me neither..." You softly replied, turning another page of the book nestled in your lap.

He had to actively fight the urge not to openly stare at you, you looked so peaceful as you were now, not a single worry written on your features, your lips drawn into a thin line of concentration as your eyes flickered between the words.

Suddenly, a hushed, unexpected gasp flew from his lips before he could stop himself.

Without any hesitation, you pulled your leg back, sputtering out clumsy apologies, your face contorting as you visibly cringed.

You had barely brushed against him, in fact, it was he who had adjusted himself, probably being the reason for the minor collision with your leg in the first place, but he didn't stop you, happily allowing you to ramble on.

"Sorry..." You whispered again in the darkness, almost quiet enough to go unnoticed, almost. "....You're just so warm."

You had to be joking. Him of all people. Warm?

He turned to face you, a slight shimmer in your eyes from the reflection of the dim candle you had set on the coffee table. You gave him a soft smile, and he almost lost his breath at the sight. It wasn't like you had never smiled at him previously, but as you returned to thumbing through the pages of your book, he realized that your smile wasn't quite why his heart was pounding so feverishly against his ribs.

It was how that even as you spoke, even as you told him something he once believed to be entirely untrue, that he was warm, there wasn't a single ounce of mockery in your voice.

He couldn't recall for how long he had only been seen as some frigid, sharp creature that deserved to be chained up in some dungeon somewhere, in some place far away from the rest of the world. It had to have been eons since someone looked at him the way that you did, like he was more than the irredeemable villain the world had once so quickly painted him to be, a villain that they most likely still believed him to be even now.

But you thought he was warm.

And that was all that mattered anyway.

mia, your requests n e v e r fail to make me cry, like !!!!!! !!!!!!! him !!!!!! !!!!!! i do hope you enjoyed this one and i hope you are doing so well!! mwauh!!

as always, likes, comments, and reblogs are always, always appreciated!!

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forbidding-souda · 3 years

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Hi! Could you make Hajime, Nagito, Shuichi , Mondo and Makoto with a bimbo s/o (gf)

Hajime Hinata, Nagito Komaeda, Shuichi Saihara, Mondo Oowada, and Makoto Naegi with a bimbo girlfriend

imagines blogs be like "sorry if this is shit my grandma just died and my cat got ran over but i really wanted to write this xx have a good day and drink water!"

my art the clown romance playlist has 25 likes. how do we feel.

currently listening: memento mori by lamb of god

-Mod Souda

Hajime Hinata

❤ He has his days - some where your bimbo-ness completely annoys him, and some where he finds it endearing. It matters what he needs to get done and if he needs your help with it.

❤ Usually, he is casual about his feelings. He'll never criticize you (too much). He won't put you down on purpose. Something slide remarks make their way past his lips, but he doesn't mean it.

❤ You make him feel smart.

❤ But you also make him feel special.

❤ He still can't believe someone as beautiful as you is honestly attracted to him.

❤ A part of him feels unworthy - but that's the insecurity speaking.

❤ He honestly feels so lucky to be with you. It's a reminder that he is a somebody and not a something. Sometimes Hope's Peak gets to him.

Nagito Komaeda

❤ He loves pretending to be a himbo when he's around you. Something about your aura is so addicting and contagious. He also generally doesn't mind when people think he's more stupid than he is.

❤ He's obsessed with your beauty, though. He compliments you all the time and puts himself down because you're so pretty.

❤ He never laughs at you, or makes you feel stupid. He's helpful and considerate.

❤ Even when you laugh at yourself, he's there to put his hand on your head and tell you that you're alright.

❤ Insults people when they make fun of you. Like, he's extra good at roasting bitches. He will use this skill to his advantage.

Shuichi Saihara

❤ Whenever you say something incredibly stupid he'll just stand there in silence.

❤ Is he trying to see if you're joking? Is he settling in to the fact that he's dating someone bimbo-ish? Who knows.

❤ He's going to be patient and take the time to spell things out with you. He thinks you're awfully alike to Gonta.

❤ It's cute because before you were dating, he was too nervous to talk to you. You were like this ray of sunshine that he absolutely fell in love with.

❤ The two of you became close because he had to explain everything to you. You considered him a friend after your first conversation.

Mondo Oowada

❤ He thinks it's the absolute most charming thing about you. He shows you off to all his friends; you're his dream girl, his perfect type.

❤ He laughs at you, often leaning towards you as he does while reaching out to pull you into a hug or to kiss the top of your head.

❤ You're not annoying to him unless he's stressed out, then he'll snap, tell you to be quiet or something. But he'll do this man thing that instead of apologizing he'll just buy you something nice and awkwardly give it to you.

❤ He loves your beauty. He'll never fail to compliment you.

❤ You get the most special treatment, and you've never had anyone who treated you nicer. He acts as if you're a princess.

Makoto Naegi

❤ It makes him feel a bit wanted when you need help for him about something. He's surrounded by ultimates all the time, and being with you is like his little break.

❤ Gets flustered whenever people acknowledge your beauty. Things like when people compliment you in public or when you get hit on, he'll go red, unsure as to what to do, and he's a bit worried you'll start to like them more than you like him.

❤ But when he expresses these feelings, you always laugh as if it's the most improbable thing in the world. This makes him feel a lot better.

❤ He's more worried about how his friends will act towards you, since people like Kirigiri are a bit tasteless when it comes to slow-thinking people.

#hajime hinata imagines #hajime hinata #hajime hinata x reader #nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda x reader #shuichi saihara #shuichi saihara x reader #mondo owada #mondo owada x reader #makoto naegi #makoto naegi x reader

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 3 years

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Your riven imagine was amazing! Could write about the reactions of the winx and people in school, with a light fairy from earth being with him, please? Anyways, hope you're ok :)

Come back to me (part 1)

Pairing: Riven x reader

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Ever since Rosalind officially took over Alfea, Y/N had felt her hope dwindling. She’s a light fairy, she thrives surrounded by good. The darkness surrounding her is exhausting, bleeding her dry of all positive emotions.

Belief is when there is no reason to hope, when despair sets in, and yet you hold fast to a certainty that it is worth seeking the light, even if you have never seen it.

“I’m not an asshole without a cause. Trust in me.”

Riven is what Y/N believes in. Despite her better judgement, she can’t help it - she does trust in him. Even though he’s gone down a darker path than she could have imagined.

Seeing Riven as Rosalind’s private guard had been tearing her apart, more so when she saw him locking lips with Beatrix.

‘We’re just friends’, she told herself in order to not hate him for his choices. She told herself all of this is for a reason.

“Ugh, why are you staring at those two freaks”, Stella makes a fake gagging sound, drawing attention of Riven.

He glances at Stella, but his eyes are drawn to Y/N. Swallowing thickly, Riven felt his heart sink at the hurt flickering in her eyes. Exhaling through his nose, he locked eyes with Stella again, unable to bear the heaviness of Y/N’s gaze.

“What are you looking at?” Stella narrows her eyes, making Riven roll his eyes.

“I was about to ask you the same. You do know that beauty isn’t transmittable, right? Staring won’t help fix your face.”

Beatrix snickers at Riven’s snarky remark, enjoying the way Stella’s nostrils flare in rage she’s trying to contain. Y/N shakes her head, disappointed by his behavior.

Is there really any of the old Riven left inside that empty shell of his? He barely looks like the Riven she knew let alone anything else.

“Really, Y/N? This is who you swore is the kindest guy you’ve ever known?” Bloom buts in, glaring at Riven.

“I can introduce you to someone so much better”, Aisha adds only making Y/N’s heart ache.

She doesn’t want anyone else. She wants Riven. She wants the guy who’d hold her hand and tell her everything would be alright. She wants the guy who’d written her love notes and called her Sunshine. She wants the guy who made her smile with a single look, but that’s no longer possible. She sees that now.

Blinking fast, her teeth sink into the soft flesh of her bottom lip before she turns around, rushing off to find a moment alone. She needs a place where she can heave, let out the panic of her realization pass through before she loses control and blinds half the school.

She can feel her heartbeat in her throat as tears rush to her eyes. She was his Sunshine, a ray of light capable of shining through the darkness. She doesn’t feel very light and bright anymore. She feels empty and she feels angry and hopeless and bitter about losing him.

After the storms the sunshine returns, and crying is much the same, so she lets it out, she lets it go. She must.

“Sunshine?” A breathless voice freezes her in place with her hand on her chest.

Looking over her shoulder, she finds the perpetrator of her deepest pain.

“There was hope before. Just a tiny flicker.” Wiping her tears with the back of her hand, she sniffles. “Who are you now?”

“I’m still me. I’m still your Riv.” He steps closer but Y/N recoils.

“You’re not the Riv I know. And you’re certainly not mine.” She can still see his hands all over Beatrix and the flashback makes her sick to her stomach.

“I’ve always been yours, Sunshine.” Riven’s voice breaks and Y/N holds her breath with the sound cracking her sanity.

“How is it you see the suffering and choose to make it all the worse?” Sitting down, she covers her quivering lips.

“I’m not trying to make it worse, I swear”, Riven falls to his knees before her, reluctant to touch her. If he saw her recoil from his touch once again, it would kill him. They were never more than friends, but they were more together than couples who actually dated.

“Trust me”, Riven pleads, his fingers shaking as they make contact with her knees. He lets out a relieved sigh once she allows his hands to rest there.

“Trust goes both ways, Riv”, Y/N looks down to his hands, aching to take them in hers yet she can’t. She’s been itching to hold his hands for a long time now, but that would only give way for more heartbreak.

“I’m the inside man”, Riv admits and Y/N’s eyes widen. “I’m trying to find a way to take them down and get Silva out of prison. Sky knows this. Only Sky.” Shaking his head, Riv sighs, “And now you. No one else can be included, Sunshine.”

“Why didn’t you tell me from the start?” She leans in, her breath tickling his lips as their foreheads meet and they close their eyes. The intensity of the moment set them aflame for they’ve never allowed each other the luxury of such intimate touches. Not in a sexual manner, although Riven wanted her in every way, but in a way where the sound of her voice was enough to make his heart flutter. And he never had his heart flutter.

“I told you to trust me.” Riv defends, making her smile.

“You’re an asshole”, she whispers. She can’t help but wonder if he’ll kiss her, finally. The anticipation is mirrored in her shaky lips and she knows she’s so unprepared, but she longs for him.

“I’m your asshole”, Riven’s nose brushes hers and her heart skips at the notion.

Riven’s hand found the back of her neck, quickly pulling her closer until their lips touched and the words ceased. The kiss barely lasted, managing to take their breaths away in an instant. Y/N surrendered to his touch, losing her senses as his lips brought her heartbeat to the speed of light. Her lips tingled, electricity sparking up throughout her body and her hands clutched to his shirt with all their might as if he could slip through her fingers like sand. He’d been wondering how her rosy lips would taste, never quite sure if it would make any impact on him but from the way his hands tremble with her face in them tucked away safely, he knew he has been bested.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave”, he whispers against her lips before pecking them again, drunk on adrenaline her lips caused.

“Don’t leave then”, she cups his face, holding him close. The simple thought of letting him go pains her. “When you’re gone, I’m stuck in darkness.”

Drawing a deep breath, Riven inches away. Using his hands, he brings her hands down from his face, clinging to the softness of her palms for a moment longer. “Even when I’m with you, I’m darkness that’s consuming you. Sunshine, no matter what happens, I’ll always be bad for you.”

Scoffing, she narrows her eyes ever so slightly, “That should be my choice and I choose you.”

“If you cling to me, I’ll snuff out your light. It’s who I am. I’m the darkness to your light, the night to your day. These kinds of loves don’t have happy endings.” Pressing a kiss to her palm, Riven leaves Y/N in deep thought.

Is it true? Is he her darkness? How much light had he taken already? Because even with that in mind, she wished to be consumed by him entirely.

People say the darkness presses in, but that’s not true. The darkness kisses up to your skin closer than a lover’s lips and whispers excitement into your ears. The darkness becomes your best friend, a second skin that’s flattering and cool. The darkness becomes your favorite thing right up until your exits are blocked, then it has no reason to hide.

If it was easy to spot darkness there wouldn’t be a problem, now would it?

How often do you confuse day and night?

“Riven is my darkness”, she realizes and yet she doesn’t care. She’s light enough for both of them. If he is her darkness, she is his light and while the sun and the moon failed to make it work, Y/N decided to prove everyone wrong, Riven included.

PART 3

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storyofmychoices · 3 years

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Home: Where She Belongs

[Levi Schuler x Laura Day Masterlist]

Pairing: Levi Schuler x Laura Day [F!MC] with Lily (daughter) Book: Mother of the Year (chapter 16) Word Count: <1,600 (sorry it's a big long!) Rating: General

Prompts: @choicesaugustchallenge relaxation; @choicesbookclub : MOTY Replay Chapter 16 ; @wackydrabbles #108 (prompt in bold)

A/N: As a whole MOTY is a solid book, but one thing that I hated was the fact that instead of going home with her daughter after winning the court case MC sneaks off with her LI for a 30 diamond scene. I love those scenes, but that wasn't the time.

Synopsis: Following the celebration with their friends over the court case win, Laura and Lily head home for a private celebration, knowing they had won and no one would keep them apart. [Fluff with some comfort/care]

Bliss. Laura thought after some consideration. That's what this is—bliss.

Her body fluttered with a pleasant warmth that enveloped her in its comfort and relaxation. She breathed easily for the first time in weeks, the weight of the world no longer on her shoulders. She could simply enjoy the moment without worry of tomorrow.

She knew better than to expect the future to be sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns, but for the moment, this was enough—actually, it was more than enough—it was perfect. The outcome might not have been everything she wanted, but it was better than what she feared. Lily was hers, and she always would be.

The voices of her friends surrounded her. They had all been eager to join in for a celebratory dinner. She had never needed to ask them to be there; they just were. She wondered how she and Lily would have survived in Goldcliffe without them; thankfully, they'd never need to figure it out.

Laura leaned forward, resting her chin on the back of her hand as she watched Levi play a game with Lily and Luz across the table. Their laughter was a melody in the night air, one that filled her heart with joy. Her eyes glistened in the dimming light. She wondered if the smile etched on her face would ever fade.

Lily's mouth opened, a silent yawn slipping out between excited explanations of her science fair project and how her newly rebuilt rocket was better than the previous one.

"It's late," Laura finally said, interrupting their game. "You've had a big day, my Stargirl. We both have. How about we head home?" Home—Laura couldn't help but smile at the word. Lily was going home with her, where she belonged.

"Okay," Lily agreed, without any complaining, knowing they had already planned their own little private celebration.

Laura said her goodbyes, thanking her friends once more for all they had done. Lily made her rounds, giving hugs and reminding everyone of the upcoming science fair.

"Thank you," Laura whispered as Levi drew her into his arms, holding her safely. "I couldn't have survived this without you."

"As much as my ego thanks you for that, you're the strongest person I know. You can survive anything." He brushed a kiss on her forehead as he leaned back, his attention turning to Lily. He pulled her into a bear hug that lifted her off the ground, causing her to giggle into his shoulder. "Goodnight, Rocket. I'm glad we'll still get to be neighbors. I'd hate to lose my partner in crime."

"I'm glad I get to stay too!" Lily beamed. "Do you want to come have celebration hot chocolate with us?"

"Celebration hot chocolate?" Levi set her back on the ground and bent down to her level. "I don't want to mess up whatever you and your mom have planned. You two have fun."

"But, there's extra marshmallows!!!" Her eyes widened, pleading with him.

"Extra marshmallows, huh?"

Lily nodded enthusiastically. "And whipped cream. And cinnamon! And chocolate syrup!"

"Wow. That is tempting." His gaze shifted to Laura, who was attempting to hide her smile behind her hands. "Are you sure?"

"Yes! You have to come!" She insisted, slipping her hand into his. "Right, mom?"

"I think she's right. I mean, how can you argue against celebration hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, AND cinnamon?" Laura shrugged in defeat as if though there were no other options than to accept.

"Then, there's nowhere else I'd rather be," Levi decided.

It didn't take long for the water to heat once they returned home. They worked together, moving through the kitchen as if it had always been like this—the three of them. Levi got the mugs ready with the powdered chocolate mix. Laura carefully poured water into each, leaving plenty of room for Lily to add all the toppings.

Marshmallows rained down over the three cups as she scooped large handfuls onto each mug. Lily grinned excitedly as she tipped the can of whipped cream, creating white, fluffy mountains, with one peak noticeably higher than the others.

"Do you think you need that much sugar before bed?" Laura questioned with a raise of her brow.

Lily's eyes widened, and she nodded enthusiastically. "It's a celebration!"

"Just this once!" Laura kissed the top of her daughter's head, her fingers trailing through her silky, black hair. Every day had always been a treasure with Lily, but now more so than ever. She would never take a second of their time together for granted.

Lily sprinkled cinnamon on hers and her mom's cups. "Do you want some, Levi?"

"Hmm‚" he pondered. He dipped his fingers through her cinnamon-dusted, whipped cream ridge, sampling it. "Mmm, that is good!"

"Hey!" Lily pouted. "No fair."

Levi laughed, a playful smirk pulling at his lips. He scooped up some of the fluffy topping off of his cup and dotted it on her nose. "Better?"

Lily's mouth fell open in surprise. Her hand was on the can of whipped cream again. The nozzle pointing at Levi, her finger hovering dangerously on the trigger, ready to set it off with the slightest change in pressure.

Their gaze narrowed at one another, the corners of their lips pulling up as silence fell in the kitchen.

"If it's war you want—" Lily began, breaking the quiet. "Then you shall have it."

Levi grabbed the plastic container of chocolate syrup, holding it up. "Two can play at that game, Rocket."

Lily stood in her chair, keeping her finger carefully on the nozzle. "I have the high ground."

Before he could respond, Laura stepped in, snatching both containers from them.

"Mom!"

"Laura," Levi moaned, matching Lily's tone but adding a teasing wink.

"You two are trouble!"

"Only the best kind of trouble, right?" Levi took his mug and lifted it up. "What do you say, rocket—partners in crime still?"

Lily lifted her mug, clinking it against his. "Space partners in crime," she added.

"How could I forget?" He took a sip of his cocoa as Lily did the same. Both of them ended up with whipped cream on their noses.

Laura sighed happily, watching the two most important people in her world laugh effortlessly together.

After about an hour of Lily vibrating from her sugar high and rattling off the names of all the stars in the night sky above them, she finally crashed on the couch. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth still attempted to finish the list.

"I think it's time for bed, my little astronomer." Laura helped her sleepy daughter to her room to get ready for bed. She tucked her carefully under the covers, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Good night, my beautiful girl. I love you to Andromeda and back."

She paused at the door, taking another look back. A part of her worried she'd never have this moment again. The sight of Lily safely asleep in her bed, the glow-in-the-dark stars above her keeping watch as her daughter dreamt dreams bigger than she could ever imagine.

When she returned, she found Levi where she left him on the couch. She curled into his arms.

He brushed her hair back, kissing the crown of her head. "What do you need? What can I do for you? Lily wasn't the only one with a big day."

"This," she whispered, closing her eyes as she breathed in his scent. "Just hold me."

"Done." He hugged her closer, wrapping her in his warmth. His fingers caressed her back, massaging her tenderly. "I won't let go. I love you, Laura—you 'n Lily, more than I could've thought possible."

Her body trembled, and she let out a sharp cry. The tears she had pushed down all day erupted at the sound of his confession.

"Shh, it's okay. I've got you."

She buried her face in his chest, hoping to quell the tears that kept coming, not wanting to wake Lily.

"It's okay. You did good. Lily is safe. You're safe. It's going to be okay." He continued whispering tender encouragement in her ear as he kept her close, allowing the weeks of frustration and heartbreak to pour out.

Slowly, her breathing steadied, and her sobs subsided.

"That's it. You need sleep. Come on." He lifted her into his arms, much to her surprise. His brow arched as he caught her eye. "What? I said I wouldn't let go."

She nuzzled back into his neck. "Thank you...for everything."

"Shh, just rest." He carried her to her room at the end of the short hall, placing her down on the edge of the bed. He ran his thumb over her cheek, wiping away the last of her tears.

Her eyes were red and swollen. "Stay?"

"Are you sure?"

She stood to meet him, wobbling a little, not realizing how tired she was, but he was there to support her. She cupped his face. "I've never been more sure. I love you, Levi."

He kissed her softly. "Okay. Who am I to disagree with what the lady wants."

"Good. I'm not ready for you to let go yet." Laura slipped out of her clothes, grabbing a baggy t-shirt to put on.

"Great band!" Levi noted as he took off his pants and shirt and slid into bed. "I have the same shirt at home."

"No, you don't—" Laura climbed in, nestling into him once more. "—because this one's yours."

He breathed out a laugh as he rested his head on hers. He held her close, humming softly until she finally fell asleep in his arms.

Thank you for reading! I appreciate your support. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always amazing and make my day!

I hope you enjoyed this story. (Don't worry, Laura and Levi will still get their 30 diamond scene... that night just didn't feel appropriate for it).

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toujoursmiraculous · 3 years

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Thoughts and Reaction to Guiltrip!

Alright, so this one is a bit more of a serious one for me. But I'll be going in order of the episode so the more serious talk will be a bit further down! First thing we get is this lovely moment:

I've already addressed it in a post, but I'll say it again here. Guiltrip is episode 11, several episodes take place before Guiltrip that we haven't seen yet, so this is awhile after Marinette and Luka broke up. We also know that Marinette has always had feelings for Adrien, even when she was with Luka. Luka always knew that fact too. None of this is new and is to be expected, obviously, when Love Square is endgame. But! I also want to point out here that this is just a soft look. Very gentle, very common. I see people looking at each other both in real life and in other shows all the time. A look that says "I adore you". And I think it's sweet! Very subtle, but enough. Something's wrong with Rose. We never get told (in this episode anyway) what it is, but it's a chronic illness that's a worry in Rose's life, ever since she was young. I feel really bad for Juleka, knowing that her friend's been struggling with an illness, and whenever something happens she has to worry about it alone. Also that really sucks when you try to cheer somebody up and make a joke, that because you were mislead about a situation you end up making things worse. Poor Marinette. :c Adrien when he realizes he's bumped into someone (and the pink bubbles to remind us of Marinette's feelings for him):

Adrien when he realizes just who it was he bumped into!:

Scroll up now and look at how Marinette was looking at Adrien earlier that day. It's the exact same look. Yet, something feels different from usual to me, idk. But continuing on. Marinette gets slightly jumbled with her words, but manages to give herself a kick and says nope not now! Good for her! You can't expect to change overnight, but she's working on it.

She looks to the side, gathering her surroundings for a split second and she misses the top step. I'd like to say that this is just a joke for the show but well, this kind of thing has happened to me a lot because I'm that much of a klutz so I feel for her here. (On Halloween I forgot that there was another step as I was walking down as I wasn't paying attention. I couldn't walk on my foot for 2 weeks. It's a serious problem, guys. Really. xDD) Marinette had told Adrien she's concerned it was something she said that upset Juleka and Adrien tells her while sometimes she doesn't make sense, what she says is never mean. This scene reminds me of when Ladybug's worried about something and Chat Noir's there to keep her grounded and remind her of how things really are. I very much appreciate seeing such a scene with Adrienette! Makes the Love Square much more rounded. Also the way he stops her and says let him go talk to her to try to help the situation and any possible misunderstandings from taking place. ;-;

Can I just say... oh my gosh. He went from determined, to hearing Marinette trying to comfort her, to looking with confidence "This girl is amazing." and the whole Ladynoir vibe I'm getting from this scene makes me happy. The thing that's unrealistic about this scene though is you expect to tell me that 8 kids went down those stairs and came up behind them and Marinette, Adrien, and Juleka didn't hear? XD Now here's where the serious comes in. Rose is hospitalized with an illness we don't know about, but has been a long-term thing that has Juleka really worried a lot. That must be so stressful :c I'm going to be honest and say I never really saw Julerose romantically. Like I can see how people do, but to me, I could see that their bond was really unique. It didn't really fit completely in the "BFF" category either. But if felt like there was more to them that I didn't really understand. I think the best example off the top of my head was during Zombizou, when Rose was going to help Chloe after she slid down Chat's stick and she went too fast for him to catch her. Juleka seemed especially worried and concerned for her. Rose never seemed to get concerned about Juleka in the same way Juleka was about Rose. Juleka's always been more protective and worried and it was always one of those things that made me go "hmm, interesting". Now this episode finally explains why and I'm honestly super glad for it. Because this kind of a relationship is not a common one in media, especially kids media. Partially because having such serious illnesses in young people is not particularly common, and having someone who's so caring and protective of that person is even less common. And most people probably don't realize how amazing it is to have health problems and then have someone in their life who acts like Juleka does for Rose. I had a life-threatening illness as a kid, one that still affects me greatly today. When in school, my friends knew about it without me having to say anything unfortunately, and while they didn't usually treat me differently, sometimes they were pretty ignorant and didn't understand why I wasn't "normal" like them. They asked questions that were harder ones to answer, and tended to forget my answers. I got a lot of "I know you have X problem but I still don't see why you can't..." as well as thinking I was lying if I said I wasn't well and couldn't go to a party, and that was hard to deal with, being limited in what you can do which makes you different and being judged for things out of your control. So seeing these kids who only know something's wrong with her, but are willing to do so much to make her life better and happier, not judging her at all, wanting to take care of her no questions asked was really heart-warming for me. I only had one friend during that time that was anything close to this. I never had to explain anything to him if I didn't want to. He never asked me personal questions I didn't want to answer. And he seemed to know what he could do to make things for me easier if I was having a hard time without me ever saying so. And this is another reminder to me that this show is aimed at kids. To show kids that they'll likely encounter someone around their age that's going through something serious like a health problem, and what that kid needs most is kindness and not to be made to feel like they're even more different from the other kids than they already feel. The way they handled that aspect of it for such a short, limited intro to it, I think they did good. I discussed this next bit with a friend. She mentioned it first, the trope where those with chronic or serious illnesses are usually an "inspiration". With this episode, you kind of get the feeling that because Rose's been through so much, she's therefore a really positive and bubbly person and it kind of gives off the vibe that if you don't view things the way she does, then you're not doing it right. "What matters isn't the problem, but how you handle it." While I agree with this, and that when you come out of or regularly deal with

such hard times, automatically trying to see the world better and brighter can easily happen, but it's not exactly realistic either, at least not to the extent Rose and other people the media has portrayed. For one, I think you have to have always been more of that kind of person from the start to realistically be so positive. As my friend said and I agree, positivity is just who Rose is, she's not who she is just for the sake of a trope. But honestly, when you've gone through something so difficult, and if life continues to throw you more difficulties on top of it, being positive so much can sometimes turn into a negative and be harmful too. When you've been through a lot, it's important to allow yourself to feel the negative too because it's part of dealing with such problems. And if you've been through a lot in life and you haven't come out of it being all sunshine and rainbows, always looking on the brighter side of things, that's perfectly okay. Life's hard and tends not to work out how we'd like, or even for the better sometimes. If being positive and hopeful after struggling is hard to do, you're not bad or wrong for feeling that way, everybody handles things differently. c: ANYWAY, moving on to the rest of the episode! Juleka being all irritated and worried that the class was going to expose her spilling Rose's secret xD While the situation isn't ideal, it's nice that this is the most involved she's seemed with everyone in the entire duration of the show. But Rose knows something's up, and I love that she talks to her about it and realizes that she should've told everyone herself instead of Juleka being the only one who knew. Which has been such a burden on her. (Oh no, what if this is a reflection of Alya knowing Marinette's Ladybug later on? I'm hoping not.) Ugh these children and how much they care about Rose! These kids are the absolute best. But then they kind of ruin it a little with going overboard. Which, frankly, I think is just ignorance of her situation really. I mean, we don't know what exactly is wrong with Rose. Just that she ends up in the hospital. If they knew about her condition, what causes her to get sick, what to look out for, etc, they'd be much more informed and much less likely to be frantic whenever something's not perfectly "normal" with her. All of these kids are going to be overprotective parents someday, aren't they?

Okay so like... are Adrien and Marinette going to question at all how Ladybug and Chat Noir showed up immediately after Juleka was akumatized, and no damage had happened outside of the school for it to be known to the public? Literally the only ones that could've possibly known were the class to have shown up that fast. ??? I am confusion. "I can't help my best friend face his father." "No, Nino..." Two things: The fact that THIS is what he's feeling guilty about? My poor Nino! Dx I just love him, he really doesn't get enough love and appreciation imo. Also, um, isn't Ladybug like right by Chat? Didn't she hear that? What? Idk but I feel like we're really missing something here. Usually we get things that are kind of hints, that make us wonder if they know right, but this? This is a bit too blaring-in-your-face, and there's two major things so close together. Really strange. Chat about to use Cataclysm on himself. Good grief that was not expected. Chat Blanc threatened to destroy himself along with everything else. Now Chat Noir while affected with negative emotions from an akuma almost Cataclysmed himself. This show really is getting deep and dark isn't it. o.o Also is there something Adrien needs to work out with someone...? Daizzi and Rose saying the other's so cute, ugh they're both so cute! And Pigella's costume and transformation is so adorable omg. Okay so Pigella's power allows people to see their biggest wish, the thing that'd make them the most happy and feel positive emotions. I know some people probably think "That's it?" Considering that Shadow Moth preys on people's negative emotions, such a power is actually extremely useful facing Shadow Moth. (And let's not forget, that while that's her power, she has the ability to fight and make a difference just from being transformed too) BUT AWWW Juleka's wish! And her face when Pigella said it aloud. ;-; Am I the only one wondering if Pigella may someday use her power on Shadow Moth and that's how they learn his motive? I'm so impressed with how Rose knew how to handle everything. She knew she can't slip up with Juleka. She knew to sneak away to detransform and come back as Rose. She knew to subtly give the Miraculous back so nobody would ever know she had it. Even Chat Noir had no idea! I don't know why, I'm just so very proud of that. "She doesn't need a Miraculous to be a superhero." She really has the characteristics of one, and I can't wait to see more of Pigella. Also I'm really wondering. This scene here:

All the kids that are part of that friend group are there...except Marinette and Adrien, of course. Alya knows why Marinette isn't there. But is she wondering about why Adrien isn't there too? LOL Marinette being like "I'm taking your pillow back, sorry! Gotta wait for it like everyone else." and the boys being like LE GASP. Marinette's right, she's not fragile! The fact Rose jokes with her and makes everyone laugh, and Chloe saying "Hey, why doesn't everyone laugh when I say something like that?!" Adrien: Because in your case, it's never a joke. Chloe: Hm, that's true. Which is super funny, especially how he just so casually says it. But also it really shows again how Chloe wants to be liked. She wishes the kids would laugh when she makes comments, but it's because they're said in a serious/obnoxious way, instead of making light of something like in Rose's case here, that they don't. I know she talked about it with Ladybug in an episode, but it again shows that that's what she'd like. All that needs to happen is someone helping her get there. Maybe Zoe and Luka will somehow help with that later on. Anyway, this was a really great episode! I feel like some things might not make quite as much sense as they should if we got it in order, but what can you do when Gloob has to air them? Even a friend of mine who's been doing what she can to avoid spoilers, still got spoiled. She's having to delete tumblr to avoid future spoilers because people can't help themselves and tag things properly. So thanks Gloob. :P All we wanted was the episodes in order. We've waited this long for S4, we can wait a bit longer. But they gotta make money I guess. I'm glad other countries are trying their best to keep it in order anyway. c: Guiltrip also has some really great Adrienette moments, and covered a more serious topic which was really interesting and shows how much the show's changing. Especially with some of the choice of camera angles and movements! Like the zoom-in on the door with Adrien and Marinette, the boys LE GASP scene. Very cool artistic choices! Looking forward to the episodes that come before this one to try to help fill in some of the gaps! And apologies to those that frequently read these posts from me, I started writing it up late and couldn't finish so you get it the day after instead. xD

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