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#I'm a fall and winter type of person
nouvxllev · 3 months
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the girl across your street
Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader
Summary: "Hi!" You exclaimed, mouth jutting as you shook from the cold, that was oddly hot? You couldn't explain the feeling, being this close to Jenna in the freezing cold, every sense you had was malfunctioning. Nothing really prepared you to meet the girl across the street, the girl that caught your heart in mere seconds.
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Warnings: Swearing. Other than that, I believe none
a/n: i'm new to writing in tumblr so apologies if its not the best!!
part 2 || masterlist.
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Invisible string.
That was the saying for those who believed there was some string of fate binding people who were destined to be together, or for anyone who believed in love for that matter. It's a sweet thing, you'd admit, but you can't just shake the feeling that it's not entirely true. Given the fact that you spent so much of your life waiting for that person tied to your soul to magically appear in front of you, you were growing weary of love. It's not that you've entirely given up on it; hope was definitely there, but it just feels like your string was loose by the person who was tied to it.
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'All along there was some invisible string...
tying you to me...?'
Music from your wired headphones was blasting in your ears while you took your morning walks around your neighborhood. The air was chilly and took upon like an ocean breeze. Ever since winter came, you were always going on walks than usual; it was your favorite time of the year. Snow was starting to build up on roads, and it was even snowing as you strolled down. It was only 7:00 in the morning, and you were already feeling slightly happy.
Your neighborhood was a small one, everyone knew each other along with their secrets. That's why you should let it all out before it becomes the number #1 talk of the town.
You'd take different routes every day, and soon enough, you became familiar with everyone and everything. A smile played on your lips as you allowed snow to fall on your body, and let the music take over your steps.
But something changed when a girl across the street recently moved a couple weeks ago. Everyone welcomed her but you.
It was an unspoken rule in your area to always greet a newcomer whenever you pass by their house. But you? You were too afraid.
She was stunning, that was an understatement, she was too stunning. She's like a breath of fresh air after a long walk, she's like an untouchable star for people who study astronomy, she was everything to you.
You knew of her name, yes, it was Jenna. But did she know yours? You only hoped so. Ever since she caught your eye, you only ever took that route instead of the other ones. Your morning walks would never be the same now that you have something, someone rather, to look forward to. You even started waking up earlier than usual to catch a glimpse of her.
You wanted to talk to her, you really did, seeing how she consistently wakes up at, like, 5:30 in the morning to sit on a bench, engrossed in a book. Hell, you even bought the same book she was reading a couple of days ago to understand what she likes.
Sometimes, she would just sit there with closed eyes, Sony headphones on her ears, immersed in her music—a sight that warmed your heart, seeing how close she is to her own music like you are to yours. Maybe that was a conversation opener? To ask what type of music she likes listening to? But then again, how many random strangers you live with randomly asks you on a cool winter day what type of music you listen to.
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You find yourself unconsciously walking down the same road that never failed to make you giddy, knowing that you'd find her sitting down on a bench, either reading or listening to music. One of your favorite moments of the day, you'd say.
You look up to your side, and there she was. Jenna. A little crush you formed on her was starting to take over your heart, wanting to fill it until it was no longer yours to beat. A faint smile ever so slightly graced your lips, taking how she was still in her PJs yet so effortlessly breathtaking at the same time. A beanie pushed down on her bangs, slightly covering her eyes, and she was, obviously, wearing her wired headphones, listening to music with her eyes closed. Oddly, she has her Sony ones still wrapped around her neck.
Then she opened her eyes, her gaze meeting yours.
Oh fu—
"—FUCK!" You screamed as you landed face-first on the pile of snow that had built up on the side of the road. You tripped on a fucking crack on the sidewalk.
You heard laughter, followed by more laughter from one of the prettiest voices you ever heard in your entire life.
If you stand up now, you'd face one of the most embarrassing moments of your life that would play every time you go to sleep, and if you lay in the snow forever, you'd probably freeze to death and still embarrass yourself in front of the girl that was beautiful than any forms of nature. Not a lot of good choices.
You started to get up, shaking your face to get the snow that stuck to your face. Then you heard footsteps coming your way, a hand extended out to you. You could only hear the faint sound of her voice, "here," she muttered, and then the whole world went silent as you reached for her hand then pulled yourself up.
Shit, she's even prettier up close.
You start to wonder if she was even real or not.
"Hi!" You exclaimed, mouth jutting as you shook from the cold, that was oddly hot? You couldn't explain the feeling, being this close to Jenna in the freezing cold, every sense you had was malfunctioning. Nothing really prepared you to meet the girl across the street, the girl that caught your heart in mere seconds.
She chuckled, "Gosh, You're freezing!" She took your hand yet again, and you felt warm. Warm enough to start a fire, her hands fit perfectly into yours, and your freezing palm was melted by the slight touch of her fingers. "Here, come, let's get you warmed up."
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The inside of her house was warm to the bone, it was unlike any other, even if all the houses were built the same, but Jennas home felt like it was built by the Greek Gods themselves. It was perfect, and all too comforting for you, hell, you'd live in this one if given the chance. There were pictures of her family across the living room, and her dining area was right near her kitchen.
You didn't really know this day could come, to even get a slight interaction with Jenna you had been undoubtedly crushing on ever since she arrived in your neighborhood, and now you're literally in her place, warming yourself down because you trip over a damn crack.
You were sitting comfortably, but also had this shiver in your spine, on the chair she had offered you. You had your hands wrapped around you while you were staring at Jenna who was preparing hot coffee for the both of you. You insisted on making it yourself, considering how you were the book-perfect description of a people pleaser and would rather jump off a cliff before you ever make someone do something nice for you, but she persisted on doing it herself. 'A thank you for making her day slightly better,' she had argued.
"People don't often invite other people in their houses the first time they meet eachother," you remarked, your voice slightly jittery from the cold, and mostly how you're talking to the girl of your dreams.
"You seem nice enough to not murder me. Seeing how most murderers don't really fall face-first into the snow." She grinned, a sight only you could really fall for. Apart from cracks on the sidewalks.
She approached you with two steaming coffee mugs then placed it down on the table, one for you and one for herself. "Also, I already knew you." She mentioned, taking a seat and cradling her mug as she gaze locked with yours.
You furrowed your eyebrows, eyes squinting. She knew you? As in, the pretty Goddess you've been anticipating seeing every morning, knew you? Well, it was definitely expected, but you never really hoped she would notice you. Considering how many people must walk pass her house.
"You... know me?" You pointed towards yourself. "Thank.. Thank you for the coffee, by the way."
"You think I wouldn't know the girl who wakes up so early to take a morning walk?" She exclaimed, "I sometimes hear the music playing in your headphones. You really do jam it all the way up, huh?" Her mouth curled up into a smile before blowing her mug and then taking a little sip.
"You're..." She closed her eyes, lips forming in a line as she snapped her fingers, "y/n! Y/n, right?" She clicked her fingers as she pointed towards you, her dimples showing from her smile.
At that moment, your heart was definitely skipping a thousand beats, and you couldn't help but let a smile come out. Her dimples might just be your favorite thing of all time, apart from your favorite snacks and TV shows.
"Yeah! I'm y/n. And you're Jenna, right?"
"One and only, I guess."
Time passed, and you both settled into a space that felt comforting. Jenna admitted to feeling nervous initially, considering she only knew you from observing your morning walks outside her home. However, the moment you spoke, she found herself at ease.
Before you realized it, the clock showed noon. Four hours had flown by, and in that time, you felt like you knew her. Maybe not on a personal level, but like someone you'd consider a friend.
"You'll walk by here tomorrow, right?" Jenna questioned as you stepped down from her porch.
"Yeah, of course!" You turned around, showing two thumbs up, slowly walking away with your back turned before she smiled at your antics.
You started to walk back to your house, headphones now jammed into your ears. The way she talks, and the way she makes you feel comfortable—even after meeting just a couple of seconds ago—exceeded your expectations. The way she smiles, the way she acts. Everything about her, from her actions to her demeanor, painted a picture that made you feel so at home.
You loved Jenna, fuck you loved her. The girl across the street, you loved her so much, you only realized the intensity of your emotions once she had invited you into her home. You were head over heels in love, it was over for you.
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a/n: thank you for reading, im absolute shit with writing endings. also! this will have a part 2 soon!!
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harmoonix · 10 months
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𓆉Summer Astrology Observations
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🏄‍♀️ ~ I wanna be the ocean to your shore ~ 🏄‍♀️
𓆉 Cancer/Sagittarius and Libra Moons might enjoy the warm weather more than the cold one and aswell for the warm seasons than cold seasons
𓆉 Sagittarius/Leo and Aries/Pisces placements are screaming "exotic vibes" very much, many natives with those placements give a flair of exoticness and wildness in the same time, the risings can look very exotic aswell
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I wanna be the ocean to your shore
Bring you comfort evermore
I wanna be the only thing you need
Be the oxygen you breathe
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𓆉 Asteroid Nymphe [875] in water signs, these natives feel connected to water sources like lake,sea,ocean and can feel those places as eliberating and safe, for example you go at the beach/sea and you feel good when you go in the water/sea 💁🏻‍♀️ applying if you have this asteroid at water degrees [4°,8°,12°, 16°,20°, 24°, 28°]
𓆉 Sagittarius Venus/Venus in the 9th house can met their spouse/specific person in a foreign country or while traveling in a country is giving "I met your father while having a party in Spain"😍
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𓆉 Your 7th house sign can show the season or period when you can met potential love partners:
Aries - In April/ Mid Spring
Taurus - In May/ Late spring
Gemini - In June/Early Summer
Cancer - In July/ Mid Summer
Leo - In August/Late Summer
Virgo - In September/Late Fall [Autumn]
Libra - In October/Mid Fall
Scorpio - In November/Late Fall
Sagittarius - In December/Early Winter
Capricorn - In January/Mid Winter
Aquarius - In February/ Late Winter
Pisces - In March/Early Spring
𓆉 Sagittarius, Capricorn and Aquarius Risings have luck finding potential love partners in summer because their 7th house sign rule the summer seasons 🥰
𓆉 Juno in Aquarius, Leo, Cancer, Capricorn can get a different spouse in a relationship, for example ying - yang or ice and fire, their spouses can be exactly the opposite of what they are and the relationship can be very unique
𓆉 Juno - Jupiter aspects will have the most optimistic and funniest relationships ever, the type of people who wanna have fun with the other one 24/7, your spouse can be the type of person like "Baby let's go to this festival will be very cool and we will have a lot of fun, wanna come?"💁🏻‍♀️😍
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𓆉 Juno - Pluto aspects will have the most transformative relationships ever, their spouse can be very spouse of them and very jealous aswell, the couple will learn from eachother and from each mistake they do 🥰
𓆉 Aquarius and Libra together with Gemini and Virgo placements can be good at writing songs/composing/lyrics, it's their talent, it's in their DNA to create and compose 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼
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Cause I'm no ordinary girl
I'm from the deep blue underworld
Land or sea, the world's my oyster
I'm the pearl, no ordinary girl
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𓆉 Scorpio and Aries Juno can geta very passionate and sensual partner, someone who can have a lot of kinks and someone who knows how sensuality works
𓆉 MC (Midheaven) - Juno aspects, your spouse can help you in your career and can be very influential in your life, they can be very popular and it can bring them succes and with that they can help you and be an important part of your destiny 💖
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𓆉 Water Placements always wanted to live somewhere close to the ocean or sea, somewhere where they could see a perfect sunset at the beach before going home ☀️
𓆉 Ascendant in Water Degrees [4°,8°,12°, 16°,20°, 24°, 28°] makes the native to have dreamy eyes, you can lose yourself when you watch close to their eyes, they are stunningly beautiful
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So come on this is my adventure
This is my fantasy
It's all about living in the ocean
Bein' wild and free
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𓆉 Descendant in Water Degrees [4°,8°,12°, 16°,20°, 24°, 28°] your spouse can have traits related to your degrees for example having Cancer Degrees there your spouse can embody Cancerian traits and so on for the other degrees
𓆉 Cancer/Pisces/Scorpio/Libra and Taurus in the 7th house gives a very emotionally bounding spouse to the native, for real now your specific person can be attach to you very fast and you can create a emotional bound with them (Applied if you have Venus or Jupiter in those signs💁🏻‍♀️😍)
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𓆉 Juno in Water Degrees [4°,8°, 12°, 16°,20°, 24°, 28°] might get a very affectionate spouse in relationships, their spouse can be very caring and generous with you, is so romantic 🥹💖
𓆉 Neptune - Moon/Mercury aspects are giving mermaid vibes, their eyes are enchanting, their voices are luxurious and full of love, these placements are magical
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What you give you will receive
So baby bring it all to me
And I will warm you like the sun
I always knew you were the one
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𓆉 Pluto - Moon/Mercury aspects on the other side give siren vibes, they are like a dark and misterious soul, this is literally giving "Your eyes hide a lot of secrete vibe" 😍
𓆉 Neptune and Jupiter aspects always had a fairytale vibe in them, it is because is one of the mystic aspects in astrology, your spirituality is insane, you are evolving and transforming, your aura is so strong and you are protected 💖💁🏻‍♀️
𓆉 Venus and Uranus aspects might change their style a lot, they are very indecisive when it comes to they style. Because they have so many cool ideas and their head is full of these
𓆉 Ascendant - Mercury aspects tend to look younger than that they are, they have this young look on their faces and is so ✨pure✨ i think Asc - Mercury are underatted when it comes to beauty because these people look so majestic
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Today 1st June is finally the official date that summer has started and is feeling so good to feel again the warm sun and the chill air in the mornings🌄 is honestly such a vibe, the ocean/sea is my home for all the summer and i missed seeing it🥹🥹 Summer for the next 3 months 😍🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼
I really hope you guys enjoy the summer because is a such a lovely season, is warm is free is nostalgic in a way 💁🏻‍♀️, there are parties festivals going around a lot of fun 😊 listen music at the speakers at maximum volume all summer all day everyday while hanging with your friends and making memories together 😍🤌🏼
Have a great summer to everyone!😍
Harmoonix 💋
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tan1shere · 11 days
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Ellie Williams x female reader !
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A/n: Ellie Williams x sick stubborn reader !! Thought this would be cute because sometimes I don't like to admit when I'm getting sick as I hate it so much. Especially when something exciting is coming up- but anyways I won't blab any longer, enjoy the story beautiful people <3
Summary: you were slowly developing a cold but you were incredibly stubborn and kept saying you were fine, but the freezing winter was only making it worse, Ellie had to make you stay home so it would get better.
Warnings: fear of puking (I sadly suffer from it- and yes I can't remember what the name is 😃.) Just ellie being a sweetheart:( fluffyness !!
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It was a cold winters day in Jackson. Snow drizzling every so often. You and Ellie were currently out on patrol at some random building. Night was beginning to come, and you and her were on your way back. "It's so cold out." You mention, hugging your jacket close to you. Ellie looks at you. "Babe, you should wear more layers." She speaks going to wrap an arm around your shoulder. You sink into her touch keeping more warm. "Im fineee." She lets out a hum. "I heard you coughing back there." You go to push her gently away from you. "I had a tickle in my throat big deal." You let out a small laugh, but she gets serious. "Well it is getting cold out I'd hate for you to get si-" "I'm fine Ellie I promise." That didn't seem too believable. As you approached the gates to the small town you lived in, you and Ellie split ways eventually. Going to your little home and flopping on your bed, getting under the covers wanting to sleep as you were exhausted from your long day.
The next day rolled around but you were glued to your bed, you knew you had to get up. Letting out a groan, opening one eye ever so slightly. You look out your window gazing at the falling snow. "So tired." You figured it was from your big day yesterday, but you were definitely wrong. Sitting up almost immediately as you begin to have a coughing fit. Just like you began to have yesterday. Weird. Once it slowly died down you look around, feeling a tad faint. When all of a sudden there was a knock at your door. "Baby, you up? It's almost 9, you've slept for awhile." You shake your head out of your small daydream and get up, going over to your door and opening it. You look at Ellie but she widens her eyes. "What?" You were confused by it. "You look incredibly pale." She had worry in her tone, coming inside and shutting the door. "I'm probably just cold Elli-" That was cut short when you felt a soft and cold hand on your forehead. "Uh uh you're burning up." This made you even more confused. I mean, you did feel a bit off. But you had so much to do today, you couldn't take a break or anything.
After all it was probably nothing... right? "Ok, well I'll be ready in a second." Which earns a shake of her head. "Ellie-" "you're so stuck in your ways huh? You're clearly sick." You roll your eyes. "I am not sick, I swear." Once again this woman believes nothing that's coming out of your mouth. "You're full of shit you know that." You attempt to ignore her and head outside anyways, but she instantly blocks the door. "Let me out." "Nope." You huff. "I told you I'm not-" you couldn't even finish that argument because you start coughing like a crazy person. "You were saying?" Letting out a long groan you get back on your bed. You just wanted to go out, you loved doing your little jobs, and the snow. It bummed you out when you were sick. But you were really glad that Ellie was the type to not take no for an answer. Because after a few minutes had passed you were getting worse.
You only wanted to get some water for that pesky scratch in your throat, while Ellie was reading something on your nightstand, laying in your bed. Her attention turns to you as she notices you gripping the sink in the small kitchen you had. "Baby?" You don't reply trying to calm your aching skull. "Hey, everything alright?" She asks again, more concerned. "I just got really dizzy.." You sigh out, trying to stand properly. Ellie gets up going over to you. "Why don't you go lay down and rest, I'll get you these things ok?" You want to nod but knowing your head is pounding you settle for an 'mhmmm' She watches as you take your drink going to walk close behind you, making sure you don't get too light headed. This is when Ellie goes full protective girlfriend mode. She makes you lay down under the covers, wanting you to have as much comfort as possible. "Are you too warm or cold?" You ponder her question. "I'm quite cold." She begins to bundle you up in the blankets, making sure you're warm enough but not to the point of overheating.
Next she will dampen a cold cloth to put on your burning forehead, in hopes it'll ease your growing temperature. "Have you got a thermometer anywhere." You didn't find it as necessary but she still wouldn't take no for an answer. "Probably in the first aid kit in the bathroom." You'd respond. She goes to grab it, coming back over to you. "Mouth open, tongue up." You give her a look. "Ellie come on-" "I need to see exactly what you're at." She'd reply. "You're ridiculous." But you do as she said, feeling the cool glass hit your tongue, keeping it there for however long it needed to be. She takes it out looking at it. "Maybe we should get Maria or Joel- this is concerning." You put a hand on hers. "Baby, I promise you this is all ok, I'll be fine." But you keep proving your points wrong when suddenly you sneeze randomly. She gives you a 'I'm literally right' sort of look. Resulting in you just shaking your head, leaning back against your bed.
You got to admit tho, you wanted to stay strong for Ellie, but you were quite scared. Yes you hated being sick, colds, stuffyness. But one thing you dreaded the most was puking. As the day went on you were convinced it was just a runny nosed cold. When you felt a hurling ache in your lower stomach. Which soon started progressing higher, making that watery feeling arise. You swallow getting really worried. You avert your eyes to Ellie who was folding some of your clothes. She had been doing little things around your home all day to help you out. You try so incredibly hard not to let this feeling out, but your anxiety increases as the feeling does too. "E-ellie." You try to get out worried if you open your mouth in the slightest something might erupt. Your hand makes its way underneath your breasts. Rubbing circles, hoping the horrid feeling will just fuck off. "Yeah my girl?" She softly replies. But you don't think you can answer. You need to get the message across but you're so scared.
She whips her head around to look at you, seeing your skin getting even more pale and noticing your actions. Her eyes widen as she soon realizes. Ellie knew your fear, ever since the first time you puked infront of her she hated the gut wrenching cry of pain you let out once you had, your tears hurting everything inside of her. Stopping what she was doing she makes her way over to you, sitting on the bed. "Hey, look at me baby." Her tone was still as soft as anything. "I'm scared." You blurt out. "I know, I know. But maybe you need to. Get out all of those icky bugs inside you." You were instant to shaking your head. "You don't need to be scared I'm right here. I promise." She speaks, holding your hand. You let go of a shaky breath, taking in her gentle words. "Let me get the bowl ok?" She gets up going to do just that, bringing it over to you. It took a few seconds for you to just give into the thing you were dreading, holding it back. Once you do she was quick to putting your hair back and out of your face.
Putting it in a small bun, knowing this wasn't the last time you'd be puking that day. Not long after she hears your soft cries, and that gut wrenching sound of absolute pain. "Ellie." You make a disgusted face, tasting the horribleness. "I know my baby, I know." She gives you a small frown, wanting to take all this pain away from you. "Everything hurts." She rubs a soothing hand on your head moving to set the bowl down and clean it out soon. "I'm sorry Els." But she shakes her head. "You can't help being sick angel, just hurts to hear your cries and pains." You nod. "I hate it." "Me too darling. Being sick is the worst." There was a small silence. "Want me to lay with you precious girl?" Your heart melted at how caring this woman was. "You've done so much for me today- I really don't want to get you sick-" But she puts a finger on your mouth shhing you. "Don't be silly babe, I'd rather get sick then leave you here all by yourself. That's horrible to even think about." She goes to get into bed with you. Immediately you snuggle close to her. "Thank you." She smiles. "No need to thank me love, I'm always here for you." You let a smile spread across your face feeling exhausted. "Why don't you have a little nap and then we can try to get you to drink something when you wake up." And you couldn't agree more to that nap. Sleeping almost instantly.
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golden-cherry · 6 months
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deal - cl16 (17/?)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader
Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.
Chapter Summary: That's definitely not the goodbye you wanted.
Warnings: angst, jealousy, swear words
Word Count: 3.3k
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A/N: sorry for this shitty chapter and sorry for keeping you waiting! feedback is appreciated! love ya.
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It's not long before Charles falls asleep next to you. 
You hear his soft breathing, the way the bedspread rustles as he slides his arm under the pillow and bends his right knee. Apparently he's lying on his stomach, snuggled tightly in the warmth of the bed you'll share for the second and last time. 
That Charles has grown so close to your heart in exactly three days is something you would never have thought was possible in your life.
After Raphael cheated on you and your friends let you down, you vowed to take better care of yourself and your heart and never let anyone into your life so easily again. You resigned yourself to the fact that you would spend the next time alone until you could put your trust in someone again. And that had been perfectly fine with you, as long as it had kept further pain at bay.  
But the brunette Monegasque, without making any particular effort, has walked into your life as if God personally had opened the gates for him, and has taken up residence with you as if he were a virus that is taking you over completely. 
You turn away from him, but you can still feel the warmth of his body through the many layers of fabric that lie between you. 
The fact that he will spend the next few days in Italy is a good start to building the wall that will keep your heart from great harm. It will create some distance between you, buy you more time in which to figure out your feelings. And if it really comes down to you feeling more than simple friendship for your roommate, you'll still have plenty of time to think of some way to handle the situation. 
You're about to press your face into your pillow so it can stop the whirlwind of thoughts in your head when your cell phone lights up. 
Lando: Did you know that the Eiffel Tower is about six inches taller in the summer than in the winter?
Confused, but grinning, you glance at the screen. It's the middle of the night - why is he sending you such a strange message at this late hour?
You cast a glance over your shoulder to make sure Charles is actually asleep before releasing the key lock, lowering your phone's brightness to its lowest setting, and starting to type. 
You: Didn't know that. Why is that?
The "seen" with the little checkmark appears directly under your sent message, and a few moments later the typical three dots that appear when a reply is composed flash. 
Lando: Due to thermal expansion, meaning the iron heats up, the particles gain kinetic energy and take up more space.
You have to smile, even suppress a giggle. 
You: You googled that for sure. 
Lando: You got me. I didn't know the best way to start a conversation. 
You: I'd say the middle of the night is generally not a good time to start a conversation. What if I had already been asleep?
Lando: Then you would have woken up confused for sure and blocked me right after the message. 
You: Then you're lucky I'm still awake. 
Lando: I'm definitely lucky. 
Behind you, Charles moves a little, but doesn't seem to wake up. You feel him scoot a tiny bit closer to you, as if he realizes you're still awake. 
Lando: Have you ever been to Paris?
You: Unfortunately not. I'd like to go there sometime, though. And you?
Lando: I've been there before. Maybe we can go there together? Then I can show you the most beautiful places. 
You have to grin. Straightforward guy he is. 
You: Do you really think I would just travel to Paris with a semi stranger?
Lando: You're right about that. But that can easily be changed. You and me, tomorrow, dinner at 8?
You feel Charles rest his hand on your bedspread. It's like he subconsciously realizes you're about to go out with one of his friends. He exhales deeply, but doesn't move any further. 
You: That was very smooth, Mr. Norris. 
Lando: So is that a yes?
Without giving it much thought, you answer the Brit with a "Yes, I'd love to," whereupon he responds with a "Great. I'll get back to you tomorrow. Don't stay up too late and sleep well" back. You press the key lock on your phone and put it back next to your pillow. 
Time you do have. Charles isn't around, and you don't have a job to go to every day, so your days are as free as the beach in winter. And for sure it will do you good to spend time with someone other than the Monegasque. Lando is nice and friendly and funny. And since the two of you don't live together, and the level at which you're getting to know each other is much more superficial than the one Charles and you are on right now, you shouldn't be in danger of taking him to your heart as quickly as your roommate.
Who by now has moved so close to you that you can feel his warm breath on the back of your neck. It's steady, coming in waves and brushing your skin like a warm summer breeze. For sure he is sleeping well, maybe even having a nice dream. He doesn't even know yet that it's the last time he'll sleep next to you.
You close your eyes, almost press your eyelids together and force yourself to fall asleep. With the ulterior motive that the person who is dearest to you right now is exactly the one with whom you will soon have to keep the most distance.
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Something rustles. 
The sound is close, but not so close that it could find its origin right next to your ear. It also sounds muffled, as if there is a thick piece of soft cotton between the sound and your eardrum, so you can't really hear what exactly is making that sound. 
You press your face a little deeper into the pillow. 
The rustling becomes louder. 
Tired and with your eyes closed, you pull the blanket higher to your chin to cling to sleep. And for a brief moment it works, your mind slips back into a gentle slumber - until you hear a loud, unmistakable rumble. 
Annoyed and above all confused, you open your eyes. Your cell phone reads 6:15 a.m. Who's making that kind of noise at this hour?
You sit up abruptly, as if you've been electrocuted, and the covers fall into your lap. Charles.
For sure he is packing up the last things before he wants to wake you up. To say goodbye to you. You're surprised you didn't hear his alarm clock. For sure he only rang it once briefly before your roommate turned it off so it wouldn't wake you up. Very kind and considerate. 
You swing your legs over the side of the bed and slip into fuzzy socks so your feet don't freeze. As you tie your hair so it doesn't look like you've touched an electrical socket, you hear keys jingle. 
Charles wouldn't leave without saying goodbye to you, would he?
Hesitantly, you go to the door of the room and open it slowly to make sure he's still there. And indeed, he hasn't left the apartment yet. 
But he has shouldered his travel bag, his feet are in shoes, and the apartment door is open, as if he is about to take the first step out. When he hears you, he turns around. 
Confused and still slightly sleepy, you stand in the doorway. You point your finger at the large bag. "Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?" you ask him, rubbing the heels of your hands over your eyes. Damn, it's definitely too early to be awake. 
Your roommate steps unsteadily from one foot to the other. "I didn't mean to wake you." In his free hand, he holds his key. 
You screw up your face. "But you wanted to say goodbye." You cross your arms in front of your chest. "You said you'd set an alarm so you could get up on time and we could say goodbye properly."
The situation is strange. You're standing in the doorway to the room where Charles shared a bed with you, as he stands on the threshold that separates this apartment from the rest of the world. It feels like he's trying to escape from what's happening inside these four walls. Like he can't wait to leave and leave you here. 
He doesn't even want to say goodbye to you. 
"I know, but-" he begins, but doesn't seem to know how to finish the sentence, which is why he just falls silent. His gaze wanders from your face to the room behind you before he lowers it to his shoes. He swallows once before looking at you again. "Can we talk about this another time?" he asks quietly. "I have to go."
What happened in the last few hours you were asleep? Did you do something to make him want to run away from here? To want to flee from you? The way he's standing there, he seems like he can't wait to finally leave the apartment. As if he had to quickly put as many kilometers as possible between you. 
The fact that he doesn't want to talk to you about it unsettles you more than you'd like to admit.
When you were with Raphael, there were many arguments, after which you both went to bed without clearing up the situation or talking things out. That oppressive, stomach-churning feeling was so devastating and caused such nausea in you that you told yourself that you will never again let an argument or difficult situation just stand.
You don't want to go to bed angry. And you don't want anyone to go to bed angry and mad at you either. 
"Did I do something?" you ask, letting your arms, which were crossed just a moment ago, fall to your sides. As a sign that you're ready to face whatever may follow. "Talk to me, please, Charles."
Of course, neither of you would go to sleep now. But the very thought that you won't see each other again for another four days, and thus parting, leaves a bitter taste on your tongue. Which you naturally want to get rid of as quickly as possible. 
Demonstratively, he glances at his wristwatch. "I don't have time. Let's talk about it another time."
"It's 6:25. I thought you didn't have to leave until 7?"
He clenches his teeth. "I want to drive now." He's visibly tense, his hand almost tightening around the key. Charles doesn't want to drive. He wants to run. From you. And you don't know why. 
Somewhere inside you, a small crack is opening up, uncomfortable, pressing on the pit of your stomach. Your discomfort worsens with each passing moment. 
"What have I done?" you try again to get him to talk. You cross the room until you're standing in front of him. "Whatever it was - I'm sorry. I don't know what it is that I could have done that upset you so much. But I don't want you to leave now and be mad at me when we won't see each other again for another four days. Let's talk about it. Please."
It's almost pathetic how desperate you sound. Your voice trembles like it's going to break at any moment, and you can feel tears gathering in your eyes. You try to blink them away. 
There have been countless situations like this with Raphael. It was always you who wanted to solve an argument. The one who tried harder. Who sacrificed more. And it has brought nothing. 
Even though you two have only known each other for a few days, this argument is much worse. Because you don't know what you have done, and therefore you can't change anything. You can't find a solution here. 
Charles doesn't seem to care that you are on the verge of crying. His gaze is hard and cold as he looks down at you. He looks at you as if you were a stranger just standing in his apartment.
As you reach out to him, he takes the last step over the threshold. The small crack inside you grows larger, now seems to have reached your heart, forming a great chasm. The wall that has been built so far has been of no use. It is completely useless. 
"If you really want to talk to someone, why don't you talk to Lando?" His tone is icy and his gaze sprays venom. 
Lando?
Charles seems to have picked up on your confused look. Annoyed, he rolls his eyes, which stings you further. "Now don't act like that. He texted me in the middle of the night asking what culinary cuisine you prefer for your dinner tonight." He raises an eyebrow. "And here I thought you'd already had an extensive conversation about it. What was it again? Canned soup and BigMac?"
Your discomfort gives way to an even more rotten feeling. Anger spreads through you like a wildfire you can't stop it. How dare he?
"What are you trying to say?" you ask calmly, even though everything is burning inside you. Charles interfering in this matter when he has no right to do so makes your anger spill over, but you know better than to take it out on him directly. You pull yourself together. Even though you'd like to strangle him, you don't want you two to fight. 
"Come on, Y/N." His smile is spiteful and ugly - even though he's the most beautiful man on the planet. "We both know he's just trying to fuck you. So what's the point of dinner? It's just a waste of money."
Excuse me?
"What do you mean?"
He seems to think for a moment, as if he were struggling with himself to say the next words. "After all, what Raphael did to you doesn't seem to bother you much if you're going to date someone new right away. And you said yourself yesterday that you weren't going to meet anyone on this couch." He extends his free arm and waves it in a semicircle in front of him. "Let's do it, then. Monaco is full of rich men. Then you don't exactly have to hook up with one who's my friend."
Never in your entire life have you wanted to smack someone so badly as Charles at this moment. 
He knows what Raphael did to you. And he also knows why your ex cheated on you. The fact that he now assumes that you would just jump into bed with Lando like that upsets you so much that you're at a loss for words. 
You don't recognize him. The Charles who lets you stay with him for free, who makes you laugh, and who is so close to you at times that you have to consider how to protect your heart, has dropped off the face of the earth. 
Opposite you is a mean and ruthless man you can't get away from fast enough. His words hit you harder than any blow could, and the tears in your eyes no longer originate in discomfort, but in pure rage. 
You don't care what you did to make him act this way. You don't care what exactly happened between you that caused this argument to degenerate like this. And you don't care if you go to bed tonight mad at him. 
This argument is different than the one over his phone call with Raphael or the one at dinner with his friends. It's too close, too personal, and for Charles to think of you that way, after everything you've told him about yourself, chokes your throat and makes your heart shatter into a thousand pieces. 
"You can have the apartment," you say emotionlessly. Your fire is extinguished, your anger is suffocated. The only thing left is a dull feeling of grief. 
How could you think Charles would be any different? That he would actually be a friend to you? You even showed him your favorite place. That wasn't even twelve hours ago. 
"When you come back, I'll be gone." Your gaze is fixed on Charles, letting him know how serious you are. Something flashes in his eyes, but whatever it is - you don't care. "I hate you."
Without waiting for an answer, you close the apartment door. As you turn around, you feel like an intruder in your own home. 
Which, theoretically, isn't even your home. It's Charles' home, it's his apartment. He's just been nice and let you stay with him. And he didn't do that because he saw a friend in you, but because he felt sorry for you, as you must now realize. 
Did this "good deed" make him feel better? Did he let you stay here to prove to himself what a good guy he is after everything with Annika? Is he really that selfish? 
Who exactly is Charles Leclerc?
You would like to leave the apartment immediately, because there is nothing that doesn't make you remember Charles. The couch reminds you of the evening when you drank wine and watched Cars. The kitchen table is where you eat pain au chocolat and croissants. The bathroom is where you grin at each other in the mirror as you brush your teeth. Charles is everywhere. 
He's especially in the dark bedroom, too, when you return to lie down in bed. His sheets are still where you found them when you woke up, and his smell is all over the room, making it hard for you to breathe. 
Pulling your own blanket up to your chin, you lie there staring at the ceiling, racking your brain as to where exactly you took a wrong turn. But for the life of you, you can't think of anything. 
You turn on your side and take a deep breath. Charles' smell hits your nose and only now, surrounded by darkness and silence, do you allow yourself to cry. Tears roll down your skin and one sob after another escapes your sore throat, which feels as if it has been laced shut. Your body shakes like it's electrified and somewhere inside you think your heart has stopped beating. 
The person you trusted the most has let you down. Your closest friend has dropped you without explaining himself to you. 
But that's not what hurts so indescribably. 
It hurts so much because it's Charles. The Charles you saw as your best friend after only a few days. The Charles who didn't judge you. 
You slide to the other side of the bed and slip under Charles' covers so that you are now completely enveloped in his smell. You feel so close to him, even though he's so far away, and even though the warmth feels like a hug, you feel lonely. You cling to that hug that isn't a hug, because that's the closest thing you have left of him. 
Tomorrow you would look for another apartment, maybe even move away from Monaco. And then you would pack your things and leave, just like you promised Charles. And you wouldn't break that promise - that deal, the way he broke his. 
Not long ago, you didn't want to share the bed with him anymore, braced yourself for it to be the last time you'd be this close. You wanted to build the wall that would protect, should protect your heart. 
But it's no use building a wall when your heart hasn't been yours for a while.
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yanderestarangel · 6 months
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⸺:・゚✧ CRYBABY | BI HAN X AFAB READER
TW: unreliable narrator, mourning, blood, death, smut, mentioned death, hallucination, angst.
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Everyone in the Lin Kuei wondered if Grand Master Bi Han ever had any type of feeling, besides hatred, anger and a sadistic and morbid pleasure in power. And the answer was yes, but no one would ever know, no one could see the hard, well-built shell he had made of himself for so long.
But, one person knew and that person was you... Or better said, it was you.
The fog of the cold winter corroded anyone's bones, but Bi Han felt nothing, being with you there, beneath him, making hot and passionate love with bodies drawn in a divine brush and venerated by mortals. Bi Han shed some tears, as always, he was a crybaby but only you knew that. The emotions so guarded and engrained for so many years, all the rapturous encounters of lust stood out.
"-Why are you crying, Bi Han?" -You asked in a soft voice, bringing one of your hands to meet the smooth skin of the man's face above you, staring at the brown immensity of his iris, while more tears fell from his eyes, eyelashes stained by salty drops as he whispered "sorry" softly moving his hips again, moans were heard, echoing through the dark and freezing night of a dark winter.
"-I'm alone, without anyone... Without anything, you're my last hope, you know me like no one else (Y/N)... I want this to last forever I-" -Bi Han spoke with a voice weak and vulnerable, it was one of the few moments that he allowed himself to be himself, when he was with you, he didn't have a cold and cruel heart, he was just angry with the future and present, the present was painful with the death of his mother , with the guilt of having let his father die for the greater good with the fear of the future, losing you... You.
Bi Han continued moving, skin on skin, the wet sound resonating through the walls, a touch of love and possession and fear, the feeling that gnawed at the man's already shaken heart and soul, he groaned as he felt your warm touch on his cold skin. Of him, he couldn't tell you how much he loved you, how afraid he was of losing you, he wanted to be the perfect man for you but he knew he was just an assembled reflection of what he once was.
"-You're a crybaby, Bi Han..."
You smiled, that smile that always warmed him, drying the tears that still insisted on falling more and more, making him place a chaste kiss on your forehead, while placing his lips to yours, whispering more and more uncertain promises that were lost by the wind that now let the requiem play, purifying your soul, distilled by a man who once loved you.
He still kept his wedding clothes, locked in a box in his room. Bi Han always arrived in the room after training, picking up the fine fabrics with a little dust, but even that didn't stop him from bringing the clothes up to his nose, feeling your perfume already spreading in the air while he felt his heart beat and ache, the Longing rotted him inside. His brothers always saw Bi Han reciting his wedding promises and vows to himself as he walked around the house, a daily habit that no one dared question.
Everything was so fast that night, but Bi Han remembered it well... After all, he was the one who killed you, he knew it was an accident, but that would never cancel out the guilt of having your blood on his hands, not even in the worst hellish nightmares drawn By the worst devils, he would think about killing you, but he did.
He remembers... The poorly lit night, with only the blessing of the moon's rays guiding the way to one of the villages that was being attacked by some beings from the outer world, you insisted on going with him, after all, you were a Lin Kuei ninja too and he blames himself for letting you convince him so easily. He was distracted for just a few seconds, which led you to try to stop some invaders alone, but it didn't work, you were cornered and killed.
Killed because of him, a cruel and fateful accident.
He remembered the screams of agony and pain of the villagers, but everything had become silent from the moment Bi Han found his body, bleeding, with cold blood in the middle of the snow, he fell to his knees, breathing and feeling the world. He fell when he saw your lifeless eyes, the smell of blood entered his nose, while he picked you up, he wanted you to wake up again, tell him that everything was a bad joke and that he was a "crybaby" as you always called him, but now, your voice was mute, quiet, empty, there was no longer you in existence, just a pile of flesh, of what you once were, a lifeless piece, of what Bi Han once loved , a dead doctrine.
It was his fault, he shouldn't have given in, he shouldn't have let you go, he needed to be colder and stronger... But at what cost?
The shadows now haunted Bi Han, the quiet stillness, cut by the sound of running water that the man used to wash his own hands, he still smelled his blood, he felt dirty, he felt guilty, he wanted When that stopped, he couldn't even cry anymore, yours echoed in his mind, disturbed by endless mourning and punished by some mocking divine being. The grand master always returned to the same blizzard that your body was in, he looked at the ground, now clean and covered by a new layer of clean ice covering the sad reality that he saw on that red and unhappy night, he heard your voice, he saw your shadow, or something that his mind designed to be you.
"-It's okay... I can be real for you Bi Han."
"-Real to me...? You... Not real... Angels call (Y/N), return your night, go, don't stay in my chaste shelter, my chest is already sore... Go in the infernal storm that threw you here..." -Bi Han whispered, making the shadow disappear, a malicious joke from the man's own mind, death, grief, guilt and cold consumed him, the great master, was ultimately,a crybaby, but the little humanity he had left with you.
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kitchenwitchtingss · 8 months
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RECIPES I KEEP IN MY ONLINE KITCHEN WITCH JOURNAL #2
I love making these oh my gosh.
Why?
It's really fun
It's been a while since my last one
I get an excuse to try yummy recipes
You all are way too good at what you do
It's fun x2
Teas, Drinks, And Syrups
🍊 Orange Peel Tea 🍊
Violet Lemonade
Coconut Summer Drink
Dandelion Honey
The Best Hot Spiced Cider recipe you’ll ever try
Apple Cider is basically a homesteading spell
Rose Lemonade Syrup
100-Year Garlic (Garlic Honey)
Fire Cider Spell for Winter Protection
Blackberry & Apple Jam
Witchy Recipes - Blackberry Lemonade
Baked Goods + Sweets
Prosperity Bread
Lavender Earl Grey Cookies
Easy Rosemary Focaccia Loaf for Love and Protection
Heavenly Lavender Scones
Honey Vanilla Peach Butter 🍑
Pumpkin Pie Dip 🎃
Vanilla-Pumpkin Cupcakes
Soups, Stews, And Dinners
Super simple secret potato soup
Forest Porridge
Heartwarming potato soup
Perfect Homemade Garlic Bread
Creamy vegetable soup
Springtime Soup
Stuffed Maple dijon glazed roasted butternut squash
Summertime stir fry
Sabbat Stuff
Litha Orange Honey Cake
Litha Thyme Chicken
Stuffed Apples for Mabon
Mabon Mug
Imbolc Pretzel wreath
Oatmeal Bread for Lughnasadh
Samhain Mulled Cider
Samhain Irish Apple Cake
Angel's Best
(my favorite recipe posts I've made over the years, plus backstories that sound like your grandmother's reminiscing over the past.)
LATE WINTER BUTTER ROLLS
My first post I ever made. I was pretty new to the tumblr community at the time. I loved kitchen witchcraft, and I'm the type of person who will ramble on about how much I love cooking and baking. This blog gave me an outlet to express my love of cooking, baking, paganism, and witcraft. And these rolls are very tasty, I make them to this day!
WITCHY TOMATO BASIL SOUP
Tasty, simple, and a crowd-pleaser. It's perfect for a beginner kitchen witch! It was also the second recipe I ever posted.
SWEET CREAM BUNS
It was a recipe given to me by one of my good friends at the time. Every time I make it, it gets devoured in less than 10 minutes. It was also my first recipe to get over 50 notes. I was shocked but ecstatic that so many people would even give it the time of day lol.
WITCHY THUMBPRINT COOKIES
These ones were just fun to make and delicious lol.
A WITCH’S COZY BUTTERNUT WINTER SOUP
A quick soup that feeds a lot of people during the fall season. Fall is my favorite season, so of course I'm very biased lol.
SAMHAIN PUMPKIN BREAD
I love pumpkin bread and apple cider... So why not combine the two? This one was definitely one of my favorites of all time. Moist pumpkin bread and chocolate chips have to be one of my favorite things on this planet. It also makes for the perfect gift for friends and family. Yummy!
ANGEL’S AWARD-WINNING LEMON POPPY SEED BREAD
I love dessert loaves of any kind, so naturally, this would be on the list lol.
MAPLE BUTTER COOKIES
Super simple comfort food! I love any time of cookie with brown sugar.
BRING ME POSITIVITY PECAN FRENCH TOAST BAKE
I love French toast, and I love positivity~
SAMHAIN SOUL CAKES RECIPE
These are really good! And traditional. If you celebrate Samhain, I recommend you make some soul cakes and have friends and family help decorate. I give the littles a bag of orange frosting and let them go crazy lol.
FEEL BETTER CHICKEN SOUP
One of my most recent is my witchy twist on chicken noodle soup!
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blingblong55 · 7 months
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Did you care? - König
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F!Reader, angst, no happy ending, cheating
For months since you met him he had made it known his job was his priority and like any fool you accepted that. If he couldn't make it to a date, he'd let you know something had come up on the job. Not once did he ever tell you what he did for a living, which raised alarms from your friends and family. All worried he would end up hurting you, leaving you in ruins. But you liked him too much to even dare question him or his actions. 
There were times when he'd never call, for months on end but you'd always update him on your life like he had made you promise months into the relationship and still he gave you nothing in return. You always thought he was just not the type to be romantic but that maybe deep down he was someone with emotions and vulnerable to the right person. You of course wanted to be that right person. Around you, he was able to talk more but it was never about who he was outside of the four walls where you two would share life stories no, it was just meant for you to hear. 
The day you found out he was cheating was glass shattered, your fragile heart in pieces. You had gently held that heart for him to take, the one you kept hidden from the rest of the world. The restaurant where he told you the news of his infidelity still was frequently visited by you from time to time. Wanted to stay there, wait for him just in case he came back for you. "R/N," that day was the time of death for the nicknames he once adorned you with. "I'm deeply sorry, I found someone new and she...well she is someone I see myself spending more time with." Maybe the way he broke the news to you was awful but it was better if you heard it from him than from the cheap whispers of so-called friends and family. 
You sat and stared out the window, watching as four memorable years went by as if they were just another bullet to the target. Maybe it was stupid to think he would've never cheated but all the signs and alarms were there. After all, they do say those in love are blinded. That was your case, the worst one to have as a hopeless romantic. The books of love you read, the movies and wishes you hopped for, all gone with one sentence. 
A day after the breakup, you were at that restaurant, people whispering about you, what a sad sight to witness. You sat in the same spot, light lingering on your face, dim and depressive. Autumn was awkward, scarf season, cardigans and watching the leaves fall to the mossy pavement of the park you two used to read at during spring. Winter was the worst, wanted to cuddle up to him after a snowy day. Spring came with sorrow, as you found out how happy and outgoing he was with his new partner. Summer and the Blues, what a bad time to be alive. Sleeping in, drowning in regret and memories of what once was. It all felt as if that pain he created with 20 words dug a deeper hole for it to stay warm during winter as you died of cold and sorrow, the heart of a winter soul. 
The floors of your parent's cabin creaking under your step, cat purring in your lap. Tears running down your shameful face. The memories of him holding you as you two watched a movie one blissful Christmas coming and making your brain palpitate as if it had more than sadness to work for. Two years after the breakup, he was there, holding the hand of a pregnant woman. Many times ago, he had told you he never wanted a family, that all he needed was you, the cat and the bedsheets that covered your bodies. Guess that was a lie too. You walk past them, yellow tulips in your hands and that is how he saw you. All along, he never meant to leave, the autumn breeze bringing him a beautiful time in his life. 
There you two ran, the taxi about to leave, your blue scarf waving in the wind, drunken words said, and there he was, holding your hand. "Liebling, where are we going!" his laughter warm. "It's a surprise!" you smile. Always so spontaneous, your soul and being making him bend his usual cold heart in two to gift you the best of him. Maybe he didn't do his best to give that but behind doors, where he felt safe, you were the one to make him try his best. And now, there you go, heart in hand once more as he watches you in woe. "Liebling." he whispers, the woman he was with turns to him, "What was that?" he had never called anyone else Liebling. That belonged to you and only you, the woman he wanted all of life with, the dreary days, the hand holding as you two carefully walked over the snow and now here he is, lost again. 
"Nothing, I...I twisted my English and German," he laughed. Maybe if he had been more patient with himself. At the time of the infidelity, all his mates and soldiers were getting married. You had expressed your marriage concerns, how the image of it was ruined by your parent's loveless marriage. But in between words that he never heard, you wanted to try for him. The cries of laughter, the warm embrace on the summer nights, the scarred face that was kissed over and over, happiness because of you, the weird combo you made with a vanilla ice cream cone and crisps, all that is gone. There were days he'd head down to the fast-food chain and order, "Some crisps and ice cream, please." Eating them by the corner you laughed at, stupid jokes said and all making him love your little laughs.  
Life is funny, maybe for not emotional little humans but for the gods that watch us. A mystery will stand for the rest of human time, did he care? Did he care that you adored him with your entire essence, body, mind and being? Or maybe it was your homemade baking, the burnt cake, biscuits and the random bruise you'd when walking around being careless. Maybe it was envy that you lived such a tranquil life and he didn't. Maybe. Did he care?
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broomsick · 4 months
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Self-care & connecting with nature deities during the wintertime
Is it still possible to connect with harvest and nature deities such as Freyr during the cold season?
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Long answer short, yes. Obviously, absolutely. But you all saw that answer coming, right? So I’m here to give you some ideas, as the person who’s favorite season is winter and who made it their mission to help everybody like winter just a little more. And since I feel especially close to Yngvi-Freyr when it comes to the Gods, I will use him as an example throughout this post, though a lot of the following could apply to most nature deities.
Let us first examine a common misconception before we get to the bottom of this topic: the fields don’t die when the sun sets on the 31st of October. The earth still lives under thick layers of snow. The process of dormancy is absolutely crucial to the cycles of nature. And if, like me, you find Freyr to be a sort of guardian of these cycles, then you’ll know he manifests himself in so many ways, even where you might not think to look.
Have you heard about the holly and ivy tradition? It was common during the European Medieval times to decorate houses and halls using holly and ivy, because they were the two plants with leaves that stayed green, even in the dark and cold of winter. This type of practice is often referred to as "bringing the outside in", and it's something I'm quite fond of. I've no doubt it could be a great help if you're the type to feel depressed during the winter time. It's a way to remind oneself of how everpresent nature actually is. Lots of greenery remains despite the snow! And to ackowledge this fact and to work with it is such a great way to connect with nature Gods in general! It goes to show that you appreciate their blessings all year round, not just during spring and summer. While it's true that in many cases, the presence of deities such as Freyr may feel somehow "dimmed" during the winter time, I assure you, they don't disappear once the first snow falls! On the contrary, they are every bit as present and active as when spring comes! They simply manifest themselves in a different manner.
When winter comes, I love to work with evergreen spirits. I incorporate spruce, fir and cedar into my practice and in my offerings. I won't go into too much detail for this topic however, because I've written posts that pertained to it in the past (namely, this post on tree work and this one on land spirits). Since I don't have easy access to holly or ivy, I make due with evergreen! Not with any actual branches, except when I'm lucky enough to find some that were torn away by the wind. But rather, using representations of it. In the same manner, and in the spirit of "bringing the outside in", it's also possible to decorate using representations of the sun! Harvest deities such as Freyr are often associated with it due to its crucial role in the cycles of plant growth. Candles also make for great solar symbols, and to place them around the home is like lighting a handful of little suns to bring much needed light and warmth inside. What's more, lighting candles on the winter solstice night is a widespread practice among pagans today! It serves to symbolize the return of the sun, as the days start to grow longer again. Until then however, it can be soothing for one to light a candle every morning before school or work, and to call upon any harvest, nature or solar deity of their choice to ask for strength and motivation throught the day. Even when it's difficult for us to feel their presence, they always hear us.
Now, how to actually feel more connected to nature? Oftentimes, connecting with nature and connecting with Yngvi-Freyr are one and the same. And on a more personal note, a lot of the advice I received from him pertained exactly to that: I believe he's often urged me to go spend more time in nature when I am going through rough patches. I know the cold and the cloudy weather can make it depressing for a lot of people to go out. My advice on this is to take it step by step: no need to go on long, four-hour long hikes right away! After all,there is already much beauty to be seen close to home. And I can't put enough emphasis on that: dress warmly! Also, as a tool for motivation, prepare a treat for yourself to enjoy after you've gone out. Part of what makes me enjoy winter so much is the thought of the warmth and light which await inside after I’ve gone out into the cold. The home is as sacred as the outside world! So why not buy, or prepare a batch of cookies, a cup of hot chocolate or a spicy dinner! It's something I love to do as a way to motivate myself to go out more often. And I like to offer part of these to local land spirits and to the Vanir, to show my appreciation for the beauty of this season. Just as an aside, I find snow water to be a great such offering as well!
I know that I’m not revolutionizing the pagan scene with this post, as there’s only so many ways to connect with nature during winter. I think it’s important to keep in mind that the snow, rain and cold that this season brings is just as much part of nature as the greens and lively colors of spring and summer. For this reason, they are just as much a part of nature deities and what they represent. Deities have so many facets and depth, and it can be so fulfilling to explore these different aspects, and the way we perceive them. While it’s true that spiritually speaking, it often feels to us heathens as if Skaði is somehow “taking” Freyr’s place in the order of things for the time being— much like the Holly King takes the Oak King’s place in Celtic folklore. This doesn’t make it so he disappears! In my experience, he presides over the cycle of seasons as a whole, and he is every bit as present for his followers as he is during the winter. I can connect with Skaði during the summer in a similar manner. And I’m sure that the same can be said for so many other harvest deities.
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hikari-kaitou · 1 year
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Translation from Gyakuten Saiban Fan Book
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What sort of person is Miles Edgeworth?!
Phoenix's best friend and rival, Edgeworth, has gained a reputation among fans throughout the trilogy of being a man who carefully hides the chinks in his armor. Mr. Inaba and Mr. Iwamoto seem to have rather different opinions on the finer points of his character.
Mr. Inaba's comments
Interviewer: What blood type do you think Edgeworth is? (T/N: in Japan, it's believed that blood type reflects a person's personality)
Inaba: I happen to think he's type B.
Iv: What gives you that impression?
Ia: It's not so much that I dislike B types as I find them intimidating. They seem strong and I feel like I can't stand up to them.  I think good-natured people can generally be found in the O type category (lol).
Iv: By the way, what type are you, Mr. Inaba?
Ia: I'm a meticulous, cleanliness-loving A type Virgo. Also, I think Franziska is an A type like me. On the outside, we look like punks, but we have a fragile side that comes out looking a bit crybaby-ish sometimes. Kinda cute, don't you think?
Iv: Actually, most players seem to feel that Edgeworth is an A type Virgo (lol). So how about his birthday?
Ia: In the winter. I feel like winter suits him.
Iv: What sort of place do you think he lives in?
Ia: Definitely not in an official residence. He seems like he's probably swimming in old heirlooms (lol).
Iv: What sort of hobbies or luxury foods do you think he enjoys?
Ia: I feel like he probably plays some expensive sports and lounges at home in his robe with a glass of wine. My image of him is that he's like a host club host. His lifestyle is like a host's (lol).
Iv: Do you think he listens to music? 
Ia: I feel like if I say he listens to classical, that would make him seem too proper, so… I think he listens to new and old American and European music equally.
Iv: Do you think he has a cellphone?
Ia: He's definitely got one. One with a simple but sleek design.
Iv: And finally, what do you think his type is?
Ia: Hmmm… someone warm, I guess? This is kinda basic, but I feel like he cares more about how someone is on the inside, rather than their appearance, and he probably prioritizes personality. He might be surprisingly disinterested in women. Maybe he'd accidentally treat his partner coldly or something. Oh, I kinda touched on this earlier, but for Franziska, I think she seems like the type who'd be difficult to win over but would fall in love surprisingly easily, so I hope Edgeworth will do his best (lol).
Mr. Iwamoto's comments
Iv: Mr. Inaba said he thinks Edgeworth was born in the winter, and players overwhelmingly agreed with that. What do you think, Iwamoto-san?
Iwamoto: Edgeworth was born in June, just like me who voiced him in the games! And I think he was born in Chiba Prefecture because I was too (lol).
Iv: So from your position as the voice of Edgeworth (lol), what type of place do you think he lives in?
Iw: Either a designer penthouse, or somewhere surprisingly simple, like a place with plain concrete walls. I feel like he lives in an unexpectedly functional apartment. At least more than you might think, based on his frilly outfit.
Iv: So considering the type of room you imagine him living in, what sort of clothes do you think he wears at home?
Iw: Clothes that are out of touch with reality. Like the kinds of things most normal people wouldn't wear, or like… Like he wears silk just because, or instead of a regular shirt, a prince-like blouse. I feel like Manfred Von Karma probably influenced him there, but he dresses more plainly now than he did when he was younger (lol).
Iv: Maybe he started to notice that he didn't quite fit in with others (lol). It might be because of his frilly clothes, but he seems to be in better shape than Wright. Is his build based on your own, Iwamoto-san?
Iw: No way (lol). But I did sneakily make him the same height as myself.
Iv: Since he's in such good shape, do you think he does sports?
Iw: Maybe long distance running. He seems like the type who might go out jogging by himself in silence to "outrun his sins…" (lol)
Iv: What do you think his blood type is?
Iw: B type. I don't really have any real basis for that, he just strikes me as a B type.
Iv: And what do you think Edgeworth's type is? 
Iw: Let's see, maybe someone enthusiastic and passionate? (Lol) Like maybe he likes the kind of person who charges recklessly into things? And that's not just for women but in general the type of person he likes.
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denwritesandcries · 4 months
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YJS Headcanons | | body types
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Pairings: Yellowjackets x fem!reader
Summary: Okay so, I was thinking about body types so I could add details to my Shauna fic, really small things like skin marks and other stuff and that made me think about the other yjs too. I'm not used to writing headcanons, but here are a few that I couldn't get out of my head.
Word count: 1,9k.
Content: my personal headcanons, cursing, suggestive, fluff, insecurities, hurt/comfort, recent pop culture references so i guess modern!AU??
A/N: This is so random and specific I don't think anyone will read it but I wanted to write it so badly.
English is not my first language.
shauna shipman
- I think Shauna is the most athletic of the girls, since in the first episode it’s said that she is the fastest on the team. Not necessarily thin; she is solid. Solid and warm. A warm wall seeking your touch all the time.
- She would always try to keep one hand on you and every time she touched you, her skin would be scalding hot, as if she barely needed gloves in the winter and only wore them because you told her to.
- Big spoon! She likes to wrap her arms around you and let her body wrap you completely when you cuddle or sleep together, her weight relaxing against you.
- Shauna is strong, like really strong and she knows it, her arms and legs are toned from training and she takes advantage of this to tease you at any opportunity, carrying things for you willingly (your backpack, shopping, whatever, she would be exactly like the *aggressively moves all groceries to one hand to hold yours* meme), rolling up the sleeves of her flannels ‘cause the muscles stand out, pressing you against walls/counters or simply carrying you during makeout sessions and nothing you do will take away the smug smile on her lips – well, barely nothing.
- She would also wear tank tops and shorts frequently just to make you nervous and receive compliments. It's ridiculous ‘cause she really thinks she's being subtle (she isn't).
“Shaunie, you sure you don’t want a jacket?”
“No, I’m good like that.” She's not, but she won't admit it.
“It’s raining.” You insist.
“The cold doesn't bother me anyway.” She shrugs, but leans back against you, placing her chin on your shoulder.
You snort, “Sure thing then, Elsa.”
- Shauna has a happy trail! Little baby hairs going up to her navel where she melts into a puddle when you caress her, goosebumps covering her skin in the same second.
van palmer
- I believe Van has rough hands from her goalie gloves! They're always warm even if the rest of her body isn't ‘cause of the constant movement – she expresses herself a lot with her hands too. She likes to run them down your sides just to see how your skin crawls, sometimes she does it out of nowhere just to scare you because she thinks it's funny.
- I think her skin is very sensitive, the kind that's full of moles and burns easily in the sun – you're constantly reminding her to put on sunscreen, but it's no use – she loves it when you trace patterns on her spots before bed or when you're bored somewhere.
- Her skin being so sensitive also means that hickeys and scratches are really hard to hide on her. She doesn't mind, in fact she seems to enjoy it a lot, you catch her a lot of times watching the marks spread across her shoulders and neck as they take days to disappear. That doesn't stop her from teasing you tho.
“It's been a week and there's still a purple mark on my neck. What are you, a damn vampire?” She mocks.
“Nah, you act like you wouldn't love me to be your Edward Cullen.”
She lifts her chin at you, “A leech then.”
"Van!"
- She has a belly and is very proud of it! She says it's the best for defending the goal and that it makes her fall to catch the ball less painful; She'll flex her muscles like a gym athlete when she's changing playfully just to seduce you (it works every time). She loves it when she lies in your arms after a bad day and you squish her tightly, it helps her calm down.
- She also has a happy trail, but she is too ticklish, like really ticklish. Many of your makeout sessions end up interrupted by her giggling when you drag your hands too softly under her shirt, she prefers firm touches.
- Van definitely has lots of small scars spread across her body from accidents over the years, that little weirdo (affectionate).
nat scatorccio
- Nat is as pale as a ghost, it would be impossible not to notice when you made her blush for any reason. She would try to distract you so you don't pay attention to it, but it wouldn't put off anything.
- The dark circles under her eyes are extremely pronounced, both due to her paleness and the heavy makeup she wears, so you always know when she's had a bad day or simply hasn't slept enough. She will complain incessantly about you making her stop and rest, but she will always do what you ask.
- I truly believe that she has lots and lots of moles all over her body, especially on her back.
- Some are bigger than others, large spots on the skin and she pretends that her heart doesn't warm with the fascination you have for them, but the prominent red face says everything you need to know.
“They look like small constellations, Nat," you sigh dreamily, hands soft on her naked skin, “Man, I wish I knew a single shit about stars so I could name them.”
“I’m shirtless in front of you and that’s what you’re thinking about?”
- I think she would have a lot of acne, especially on her face from sleeping and forgetting to take off her cheap makeup often, you would have to do a skin care routine together for her to really start taking care of it.
- She definitely has a tattoo scar that she got from one of those shady professionals before she was eighteen and didn't take care of it properly. You almost freaked out when she showed it to you out of fear that it would get infected. In the end she ended up with a weird drawing and a skin failure, but for Nat it was totally worth it, she says it makes her look like a badass (it's definitely not just because you kiss the mark every time you see it).
lottie matthews
- Alright then, let me tell you, this girl is FREEZING from head to toe. No matter how well she dresses up, her whole body will remain strangely cold, which worries you at a certain point, so what better way to keep her warm than to have her glued to you like a koala all day?
- She would place her cold hands on your neck just to bother you and then smile innocently when you took them in yours to rub them and blow warm air on them. That smartass.
- Lottie is tall (at least a lot taller than me) and I think she would have a lot of growth marks, you don't grow like that as a teenager without some.
- Light streaks on the back, hips, legs and thighs that would vary in tone over time. I think she would have the habit of hiding them so that people wouldn't comment, wearing long stockings with her skirts at school parties.
- She would be so flustreaded if you showed that you liked them by running your hands up her inner thighs, scratching her back gently to feel the smooth texture of the taut skin. It makes her feel so loved.
- She has sun spots on her face, around her eyes and cheeks. You think it's so beautiful that you could admire it for hours, anywhere, but you usually do it in bed in the morning.
“Are you watching me sleep, dear?” Lottie mumbles as she wakes to find you giving her a love gauze.
“Hm-hm,” you deny quietly, “‘Not watching you sleep. I’m watching you.”
“Oh.”
jackie taylor
- Now, Jackie would have stretch marks and be completely insecure about them. The girl needs constant validation about everything that concerns her and you better give it to her, she just wants to feel loved.
- Marks on her hips and chest that most of the time wouldn't even be visible, but she would still remember they were there. You run your hands down her sides as gently as possible and she will have tears in her eyes as you snuggle, heart warm.
- Your support helps her feel more comfortable with her own body over time, but she still wants compliments every day and will give you hints ‘til you comply with her requests.
- Jackie has freckles! This is actually one of the things she likes most about her face, the trail of dots around her nose and eyes. She’ll melt into a puddle on the floor if you start to kiss them one by one, but will lose patience if you decide to count them and stop the act of leaving wet kisses on them. She's not very good at waiting.
“Babe!” She whimpers.
“Just a second, sweetie, I’m almost finishing.” You continue, a look of pure concentration on your face, muttering “35, 36, 37…”
“No.” She says, hand grabbing the collar of your t-shirt and pulling you against her, “Come back now.”
- Jackie isn't necessarily icy, but she gets cold very easily and isn't shy about asking for your coat or jacket when you're together. Your girlfriend is a princess, better treat her like one. She'll squeeze her body against yours in bed and steal the blankets to stay warm.
- She has spots on her arms! Hundreds of light spots on the outside of the wrists to the shoulders, it's almost imperceptible, but so cute. Make sure to always let her know how beautiful she is.
misty quigley
- I think Misty has acne scars on her shoulders and cheeks, little red dots spreaded. She don't mind it most of time, but can be very insecure about it.
- She would be really suspicious if you just showered her with compliments out of nowhere just ‘cause you think she’s upset, so acting is better. Actions speak more to her.
- Place soft kisses on her shoulders, gently bite her cheek so she rolls her eyes in that nervous way she does. Make her feel beautiful as she is – because she is.
- She would be so pleased with you spoiling her that she would pretend to be sad about it a lot of times just to get your attention, she is an evil little genius. It’s captivating.
- She has freckles too! Little dots on her face so lightly that you only see them when she takes off her glasses, but they are there.
“I kiss you everyday, how did I never notice your freckles before?”
“Oh, I don't know.” She shrugs innocently, “Maybe you should take a closer look, baby.”
- She thinks she's so smooth but in reality she's a mess, the girl can't pick up social cues to save her life.
tai turner
- Okay so, Tai is the type who takes the football really seriously and works hard to win and to do that she would try to stay in shape as much as possible. I can easily imagine her doing extra training sessions and her friends teasing her about it, ‘cause Tai, it's a high school team.
- Because of this, I think she would have stretch marks on her back and calves, light fine lines that stand out against her dark skin. These are marks of her effort, so she shows them with great pride.
- She gets very smug and her skin crawls when you run your nails over the marks on her back.
- Tai is strong, strong enough to break someones leg on the field (sorry not sorry allie) and will show off for it whenever she gets the chance. She likes to wrap her arms around you from behind and lift you off the ground when she's passing by.
- She has sun spots on her face and arms! You think it's so cute, but if you say something silly and cheesy about it she'll roll her eyes and tell you to stop embarrassing her.
You sigh, “You are so, so pretty, Tai.”
“And you are so, so lame.” She echos, “...Come here, let me kiss you.”
- Happy wife, happy life. Always make her feel appreciated, she deserves it.
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radiance1 · 6 months
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Hello people.
Using this from Herald of Seasons drabble, and this here reply from the wonderful @percyisawesome
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So I'm gonna say that the Herald of Seasons title Vortex gave his little guy was split between Danny and Phantom, Danny getting Spring and Summer and Phantom getting Fall and Winter. Because of that I'm gonna say that both of them like the rain and snow as a little flavor thing :3
So Danny still gets dropped kicked out of the zone to DC by a ghost who didn't want a living person in the zone, who then gets beaten up by Vortex for putting his hands on his little guy, and Danny brings along the seasons and stuff.
Except that Danny can't easily guide Fall or Winter as he could Spring or Summer, because that wasn't his role, that one fell to Phantom. But he still does it because, well, Phantom is there to do those things, he's still in the DP dimension., even though it puts some strain on him to do these things.
So he meets Batman, gives him a snowflake (accessing the power of ice is easier than guiding Fall and Winter), and then leaves hoping to encounter him next Spring. Then Phantom manages to find his way to the DC verse and he kinda, well.
He kinda fucks shit up.
You get Winter, and you get fall, you get winter and on and on. Sending chaos to the balance that Danny tried to create and when he's made aware of it, he drops what he was doing to go and put it back into order and Phantom's already gone to spread more cold.
This, obviously, gets the attention of the Justice League due to sudden change in the weather all over the place. So, they get to investigating, find it to be someone deliberately changing the weather, and quite violently at that.
Batman instantly thinks back to that child he met, proclaiming himself to be the Herald of Seasons. The boy didn't seem to be the type to do this based on their conversation, nor how he waited for the rain to finish before calling forth snow.
Batman doesn't want to jump to any conclusions yet, but he'll keep note of the information, and also shares it with the rest of the Justice League just in case.
Danny is kinda running himself ragged trying to clean up the sudden changing of Seasons, for every Fall and Winter he reverts back to Spring and Summer, another takes its place. Eventually, the Justice League manages to crack down on Phantom's location, and pulls up to stop him from continuing this unnatural weather changing.
Phantom takes one look at Batman, and instantly guns for him because of that snowflake he has hiding in his suit. Unfortunately for Phantom, there's some heavy hitters in the Justice League, as well as Justice League dark who pulled up because this was an incident of magical capacity.
So Phantom gets hold in check, and the JL just sees a child meta that's the source of everything going on here, and, while fighting, try to talk him down from all of this but Phantom?
Phantom just does not care. He goddamn hates humans, because all they want to do is try to capture and tear him apart under a light, so he decided to destroy them first before they destroy him, hence the massive and violent change in weather.
Just as a massive Winter is over the city they were fighting with and the Justice League getting more and more convinced that they can't communicate with Phantom. It suddenly becomes lighter, the storm, I mean.
Danny appears.
He's finally caught up with Phantom, who was causing an imbalance in nature that he established and tried hard to keep. Checks on Batman because hey that's his friend, and also tries to talk Phantom down.
He gets farther than the Justice League, and the storm gets lighter and lighter, the area almost coming back to its natural season, until communications broke down because Phantom got shot at.
Who? Why none other than the GIW, of course! They followed him to the DC verse, and Phantom's recent actions only reinforced their views on ghosts.
Unfortunately, Danny becomes the focus of Phantom's rage and faces the brunt of the attack to do being so close, he thinks that Danny, a human is allied with the GIW, and even if he felt familiar he couldn't care anymore because the men in white lied, the girl who called him her brother lied, the one calling themselves his friends lied and the ones who called themselves his parents lied.
Danny lied. Phantom didn't know why he cared so much, but it just hit harder than any other time.
Humans always lie.
So Danny gets injured, and a fight breaks out with the GIW trying to get both Phantom and Danny. Because the boy was obviously also a ghost if he was able to talk with Phantom.
Unfortunately for them, the JL puts a stop to that.
Phantom is on the full offensive, while Danny is on the defensive. Mostly because Danny doesn't really, fight, magically at least. He knows martial arts, but Phantom does as well, and Phantom due to being a ghost is physically stronger than him, so he would have to resort to magical might, rather than physical.
Unfortunately, due to his usual use of guiding rather than forcing as Phantom did and also because Phantom used his powers to fight and fend off the GIW, he doesn't have as much experience with fighting with the elements.
So, he's mostly reacting here, rather than acting.
Even worse when he's injured as well. Eventually, Phantom escapes, and Danny gets taken to get medical attention in the League base by Batman.
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hit me with your best will solace hcs please, i can take it
will solace headcanons or something
gonna be real honest i forgot half of my headcanons and i'll probably remember them the minute i post this but:
healing and hymns: i don't think the healing process in chb is specified beyond "ambrosia and nectar," but i think a combination of powerful voice (stentorian) + correct hymn + natural talent = higher chances of healing success; i don't think will has a voice that's very pleasant to listen to. i think he can carry a tune, sure, but he isn't someone you want to listen to for extended periods of time. the thing i think makes him such a good healer is his strong voice - he's able to keep singing at a steady pace with consistency. he can heal his siblings of small bruises and paper cuts through a single song, but you won't catch him leading a campfire. [i thought way too long about how hymns work in the infirmary for my fic jdsjgfdg]
texan will: i've seen a lot of headcanons revolving around texan will that have always been a little odd to me, seeing as i'm texan and half of these hcs are just blatant stereotypes lmao. i think i even once saw someone say that because he's from the south he can't be a vegetarian, which is pretty absurd (coming as someone who fasts.) honestly the only one for this i can think of is that he uses "ya'll" constantly. also occasionally indulges in fried food, because fried chicken slaps (none of that fried oreo/snickers bs. miss me with that will would NOT go near that stuff.)
assorted appearance headcanons:
he has freckles all over him! apparently he doesn't have them canonically and we all just. collectively decided that he did, and i love that.
likes pockets. anything with pockets. also, flip flops, crocs, basically any open-toed shoes. sometimes he'll just go barefoot, because why not. i also think he wears a lot of bracelets - things made by his younger siblings (some alive, some not.) they're his version of camp beads.
from here i give up on categorizing my hcs:
gets more irritated during winter/fall months
tea person
the type of person to belt out songs when he thinks nobody is watching
is actually rather chill during shadow travel, and doesn't get nauseated because he's done it with nico so often
lets the cocoa puffs hitch a ride on him whenever he's in the infirmary, and always has to explain who they are to new patients.
doesn't curse often but when he does it's a storm
friends with drew because i said so and also because i think he, jake, and drew have "i became a camp counselor too early" solidarity. i think they all became friends post tlo and have maintained a tentative relationship since! those cabins have each other's backs.
big spoon
wants to get more tattoos (maybe a tattoo sleeve?)
doesn't want to become a doctor, but rather a vet, or maybe a teacher. reasoning being that he'll have to relearn everything, but also that he'll have to deal with the loss of his patients again, this time knowing he couldn't heal them magically because he's relying on modern medicine. plus, he would have to spend a long time away from his siblings, and seeing as how he's a year rounder, i don't think that would bode well for him.
really really likes planning events - especially birthday parties
wants to travel the world, but is also afraid to leave everything behind
was once afraid of growing up, and still sort of is. doesn't think much of his birthday, because he used to celebrate it with his mother, and he didn't really get a chance to start celebrating with his siblings before being thrown into war
terrible dancer, even though his boyfriend is really good at it
loves to garden! there's a garden for the infirmary where he gathers ingredients for salves and poultices, but he also just loves the scent of flowers. he likes to care and nurture things, and plants are something he pours a lot of energy into. he and nico also go strawberry picking a lot.
fast fast fast runner
post tsats: persephone will occasionally call him using an angel trumpet flower (this is like. a very specific vision but search up one of those flowers and imagine holding it up to your ear like a telephone:)
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anyway she calls him on one of these bad boys and asks how he's doing. they have long chats about flowers and sometimes him and nico are invited for picnics in the underworld.
him and nico have a travel bucket list
he has possibly the worst handwriting ever. absolutely terrible
is pretty bad at using technology, but still has to pretend like he knows how to use it when he's helping nico navigate the internet.
aand that's all i remember for now!
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bangchansnoona · 6 days
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Friends or what?
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MDNI
NSFW
sub!chan
mention of drinking/getting drunk
a tad bit of har@$$ment
unprotected $ex/breeding
cussing
Sub! And dom!chan all at once.
Pet names such as: mommy/daddy,darling, slut,baby, and my love.
bad grammar bc...yea
fake all!!!
A/n: Lmk if I missed something. Also sorry if its a bit cheesy but this is how i imagine chan being- like calling his significant other mommy and being submissive, but also being dominant in the sense that when he gets mad he'll fuck his anger into them... (Might wright a fic about that later...)
You found yourself scrolling through your camera roll looking at old pictures of you and him, Thinking about how you could've possibly gotten yourself in this position.
"God-fucking-dammit. I'm so in-love with him" you sighed putting your phone down on the table next to you.
You couldn't deny that you were shamelessly in love with the one man you were sure you couldn't have. Christopher bangchan. The man you couldn't help falling into, his charm unbearable.
You started being friends with him last year, during your second semester of college, you guys were partnered up for a final winter project your professor had assigned.
After that, you two hit it off basically being the same person but just the opposite sex. Same humor, same style, same laugh, same Everything.
Reasons why you couldn't have him? Easy. He was dating your high school girl-bestfriend.
You weren't the type to steal your friends boyfriend because you respected the girl code... But technically she stole him from you.
And you weren't the type of person to get jealous but... just thinking about it brought you pain.
What has he done to you??
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You quite honestly did not remember when they first started dating, or when she even had feelings for him.
You were the one that "introduced them" as they worded it whenever they talked about their love story.
It pissed you off because you know damn well you wanted to be a part of Chris's love story, not her.
You vividly remember rambling to your friend about how much you liked him, you fantasized about him all day long, and she would practically beg you to stop talking.
Now you have to sit there while she talks about how good he is in bed.
Oh. how jealous you were.
She never even asked you if you were alright with it, She could see the pain in your eyes- the jealousy.
But it was just gasoline to her fire.
She would purposefully wrap her hands around him, kiss his neck and shoulders, Staring directly into your eyes.
You knew you weren't good at hiding things, But this was fucked up.
What hurt you even more was that it felt like Chan was replacing you. You guys used to be attached at the hip, but now you rarely ever talk-because he's- 'too busy with his girlfriend.'
But he was constantly in your dorm. Sometimes even walking around without a shirt, even when your friend was out taking classes-
You could see every line that illustrated his abs. What you found most confusing was that he even teased you.
Walking right behind you while you were leaning on the table, looking at your phone- Trying to advert your eyes from his bare chest.
He would "accidentally" brush past, touching your ass with his hips. He did this multiple times, Once making a whimper slip from your lips.
All he did was smile, running to his room/your best friends room.
The walls were paper thin. So you could clearly hear him pumping himself.
You weren't sure if it was because of you or because of the noise you made that reminded him of his girlfriend. You always told yourself it was the second one, because why would he choose her if he liked you?
Sometimes you swear you can hear him mewling your name, but that's just a work of your imagination...right?
On some occasions while you were studying late at night, you could hear them fucking. Chan wasn't making a single noise, not even cursing or breathing hard. You thought that was weird because even when he would jerk-off he would gasp or whimper curses.
Was she the problem or was he just trying to be quiet? Was it because she wasn't doing it correctly? Was it because she wasn't tight or satisfactory? She'd been with tons of guys- and you haven't even been with one. (This sounds pick-me ik but its not i swear :\)
But if she couldn't satisfy Him, How could you? It made you sick to even think about it, So you'd put music in your ears and turn it all the way up. You still were vexed thinking about how she could touch all of his body,be under him, and moan to him. Those thoughts just killed you.
"I can't live here anymore." You can't ever seem to get your mind off of him, and those "distractions" of his made you crazy.
So when one of the seniors who was moving into an apartment offered his dorm- You immediately agreed.
Sure you were going to be living with a guy, but he was never home, and if he was, it was only to sleep. You explained this all to your Friend.
"Aw i'm sorry it drove you to this, We just couldn't hold back. You know?" Your friend said with a smirk on her face. "yeah" You avoided eye contact. "I'm moving out officially tomorrow. But I'm going to start moving my stuff today. I already told the director." You walked to your room to finish packing.
"well I'm going out for a few, Chris is coming over though, So just let him in when he knocks."
Dammit No. no.no. You can't deal with that right now.
"Wait what? I'm going to leave soon too? I need to move my stuff out to the other dorm. You know that!" You yelled out to her. "too bad already gone!" she said shutting the door behind her. You sighed.
A few minutes later when you had just finished packing- You heard a knock on the door, You jumped, startled by the sound. You totally forgot that Chan was coming over.
You got up and walked cautiously towards the door, opening it to see Bangchan with his hands in his pockets, He raised his eyebrows while shooting you his beautiful :] smile. You stepped aside signaling him to come in.
"Hi!" he said excitedly. "where's F/n?" Your heart hurt so much hearing her name come out of his mouth. how much you wished he would notice you again.
"Uh I actually don't know, But she left a while ago." You said, Your gaze lingering on the floor. "oh yeah?" he hummed.
He opened his mouth like he was going to say something else but then closed it. "yea...well I'll be in my room if you need me." you mumbled breaking the silence. You turned your back towards him, returning to the safety of your room.
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You heard another knock this time on your bedroom door, But this time Chris didn't wait for you to open it. He slightly cracked the door open, peering in before swinging it open fully.
He looked surprised, seeing all the boxes of your clothes. "what's all of this for?" He chuckled "still haven't finished unpacking? And it's What? our second year?" He laughed, his hand covering his mouth.
Oh, How much you hated when he covered his smile, it was just so enticing, and it could make you beg on your knees just to see it. But of course you would never tell him that.
"nah, I'm moving out" you said with an straight face. His smile faded almost instantly. "Wait- what? why?" you sighed at his question. "I just need to focus on my studies, and I can't really focus when you guys are always together making noise and shit...Not to be rude. But it's my choice and I feel it'll benefit all of us" You smiled up at him from your position on the bed- and him standing up.
He looked scared for a second before he spoke "Well where are you going to move?" You shrugged your shoulders "I'm not sure." you lied.
You just wanted to not think about him anymore,so it's best he doesn't know where you live for the sake of both of you, but of course you know you'll be thinking about him more now.
"oh well, when you find out, tell me please." You rolled your eyes, "For what? it's not like you're going to have time to even come over, Seeing as you're always with your "girlfriend" you mumbled under your breath, but he still managed to hear you. Did you really care though?
"what do you m-' You cut him off. Feeling the string that held all of your emotions together snap. "I mean that no matter what i do you'll always choose her." you gritted your teeth together as if that was going to stop your words from flowing out.
"No? I don't always choo-" not letting him finish. "Yes you fucking do, don't act dumb." you started
"I wanna hang out like the old days- No you're hanging out with F/n. I wanna go drinking with you- No, it's you And F/n's Anniversary and you're gonna do something special for her. I wanna Watch a Movie with you- Guess what, You've already watched it with- Who? -You've guessed it- F/N." You said in a slightly irratated voice.
You felt like you got something off your chest, but you weren't finished just yet. "I'm really sorry you feel like that, But you should've told me." he said in a hurt voice. "I TRIED TO! BUT YOU WERE TOO BUSY WITH F/N" You yelled, sighing after, trying to surpress your tears.
Chan's eyes widened, but you didn't stop. " I fucking loved you chan..." Tears welded up in your eyes and you sniffled while wiping your nose. "But you chose her, and you'll keep on choosing her." Chan just stared at you. "why can't you understand that?" The dam finally broke, tears streaming down your face, voice breaking.
Your body jolted up off the bed as you heard your door being swung open. F/n standing in the door way- eyes wide. "what did you just say?" she took a step forward.
It took you a second, but all of the pent up emotions you were letting go just flowed. and the anger you had for her let loose."Oh, Please. Don't act so innocent. You've always known that I liked him, But You just Have to take everything from me don't you?!" you didn't care about the consequences of your words. You took a step towards her this time, shoving a finger in her chest.
Chan looked at her surprised "wait is that true? You knew she liked me??" he questioned F/n "y-yes" You were somewhat confused but you ignored it. you had to get out of there.
While they were arguing, you grabbed your basic necessities: Phone,charger, Pj's, and car keys. You shoved it all into a draw string bag, And pushed past them both. "Hey Y/n where are you going?!" Chan called after you. But you were already out the door. You heard yelling echoing from your old dorm.
You arrived at your new dorm, eyes red and puffy from crying. You knocked on the door to make sure that no one was there, And like you expected- no one. You pushed past the door, and locked it behind you.
You already knew where your room was since your senior had shown you a while ago. You walked down the hallway and set your bag down at the door. You collapsed on your bed letting your tears flow again.
You felt so dumb, and it seemed like crying was just the solution.
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The next morning you woke up with a headache from crying yourself to sleep. You rubbed your eyes, memories from last night flooding your head, making it hurt more. The rest of the day went by in a flash. You didn't even attend your classes because you didn't feel like seeing Chan, But of course he messaged you:
Channie: Why didn't you come to today's lecture?
Channie: Can we talk? I'll give you the homework. I understand your mad but let me explain.
Explain? Explain what? How he has no feelings for you what-so-ever, and that he just wants to be friends? I think I'll pass. I'm just gonna leave him be.
Your phone dinged again but this time it wasn't Chan.
Childhood F/n:Hey girl! It's been such a long time, Wanna meet up at the bar? #lets get wasted ;b (I'm sorry for that...)
Fuck it, Why not? You needed a distraction anyways.
Me: Yeah Of course!! Tell me the time and I'll be there!
Finally a break from all this stress. You decided to take a shower before getting ready. You had gone to your dorm earlier to grab your boxes and moved them to your new room. You knew that both Chan and F/n weren't there so you took that chance.
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You received a call from your childhood friend telling you she's 30 mins away, from the bar. You could tell she lived far from you because that bar was a 5 minute drive for you. But you still had to hurry up. Once you were ready you texted her telling her that you would be there soon.
You arrived and looked for her, finding her talking with the bartender. "Oh my gosh, Hi!" she squealed embracing you.She looked you up and down- "You've changed so much since high school" you raised an eyebrow"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" You said with a serious look on your face, But then burst out laughing.
As you and your friend were catching up on each other's lives, You felt as if you were being watched. You convinced yourself that it was just the stress build up- turning into paranoia.
After a few drinks you and your friend were obviously a little tipsy if that was even a strong enough word to define your state.
2 guys came up to you and your friend and asked you to dance.
"Oh no I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend." Your friend smirked at you "But...she doesn't" she said practically giving you to the man. You hesitantly give him your hand, letting him drag you to the dance floor. You turned to shoot your friend a glare but she just winks at you.
While you were dancing it didn't even seem to register what the man was doing, His hands slowly moved down to your waist. Honestly you were too drunk to even notice. But you noticed when he actually got to your ass. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your shoulders, smiling at him awkwardly.
But this man did not take a hint, his hands wandered back down to your hips. This time you were more aware of it, Pushing him away before he could get too low.
"No, don't" you said in a scolding voice. "Aw, come on sweetheart." he said slurring his words. "I thought you didn't have a boyfriend?" he grabbed your shoulders, but you shrugged away from him.
"Well no but-" you got cut off by a familiar voice. "She does have a boyfriend asshole." Chan. You smiled when you recognized his voice. "And even if she didn't, you would be harassing her." He filled the gap between you and the man, shielding you.
"But her friend said-" The man started "I don't give a flying fuck what her friend said, You don't grab a girls ass without consent." he stepped towards the man "Do you understand?" The man stuttered "I said, Do. you. understand." Chris said more dominantly.
Even though he was shorter than the man, he could still beat his ass. "Y-yes" He finally spit out. "good." Chris turned around to face you, grabbing your wrist-dragging you behind him.
You suddenly felt the dizziness kick in while being dragged by a 5''7 Australian man. That you were convinced didn't have feelings for you but is proving you wrong? maybe? Did he like you?? Or was he just trying to be a good friend and save you from a pervert???
You looked up at him as if you were somehow going to read his mind. But you got nothing, as figured.
He dragged you out to the parking lot, he was mumbling words you couldn't quite understand- "the hell were you thinking?" And "seriously y/n what are you doing to me?" You just kinda stared at him confused.
He snapped his fingers in your face. "Answer me for Christ's sake" you slowly dropped out of your daze. "What?" You mumbled "lord, What were you doing in a bar alone?"he said pinching the top of his nose. You laughed "no~ i was with my friend" you hiccuped then stood straight "oh no my friend!" You started to go back inside, but were stopped by Chan's hand. "No, where are you going?" He pulled you back. You looked at Chan confused. "Hey- i have to go back for her i cant leave her alone" you pouted.
He grasped both your shoulders "We're going home." You looked at him and smiled "your cute" He rolled he eyes and chuckled. "Ok y/n your drunk lets go home, okay?" You pulled back stumbling a bit. "Im not drunk." You waved your finger in his face. He grabbed your finger and wrapped his hand around your shoulders. "Sure, but we're still going home." You took a deep breath, then nodded "k lemme find my keys" you said rummaging through your hand bag.
He shook his head, putting his hand on your bag. "No, ill drive you home" you sighed "k" you smiled and stumbled to your car, he opened the door for you and lowered you in.
As he drove you to the dorms you laid your head onto the car door and started to drift off, but were woken up by Chan "we're here" you looked up and got out of the car. "Hey- take it easy" Chan rushed to your side of the car and held you up while you leaned on him. "I'm fine- i'm fine!" You slurred as you tried to release yourself from his grasp. "No, come on ill take you in" you regained a bit of consciousness. "Hey you don't even know where my dorm is!" You said- your head still hanging. "Yea i'm taking you to mine, i think the person that moved in with me is gone rn..." He said trailing off.
You looked up at him, but then dropped your head again. "Mkay" you mumbled wearily. He looked down at you, he was still holding you.
"i'll let you sleep on my bed, I can just sleep on the couch" he said and it seemed as if he wasn't talking to you but himself.
Once you entered the dorm you looked around and it looked familiar, but you shrugged it off as your dizzy mind making connections.
He lowered you down onto the bed and took off your heels. "hey, do you want me to give you some clothes for you to wear?" Chan asked you. You lifted your head up and looked at him "do i not have clothes on?!" You sat up and patted yourself just to make sure.
He chuckled and shook his head. "no darling, just wanna put you into something you're more comfortable in."
"oh" you let yourself drop back down onto the bed, then hummed in acceptance. "k,i'll be right back, don't run away from me." he got up and started rummaging through his drawers.
He came back and handed you a handful of his clothes. "here wear this" You sat up tiredly and took the clothes. "thanks..." You blinked a few times before deciding that you were to tired and fell back onto the bed. "No- no. you need to change y/n, C'mon can you do that for me?" He tried to pull you back up. You groaned " 'm too tired" you mumbled, but you sat up and looked at him through squinted eyes.
"Gosh y/n your not gonna be able to sleep in these clothes, please change!" Chan nudged. "Okay mom" you said sarcastically, then you stood up, and started taking off your clothes. "Ugh its so hot in here..." You pulled off your dress.
"WAIT Y/N IM STILL HERE" Chan got turned around, hand covering his eyes- and he fumbled around for the door.
You looked up at him confused. "I know, i have eyes~" you laughed as you pulled on the sweats Chan had gave you.
He turned around and looked at you, you still did not have a shirt on. He laughed "when i tell you about this tomorrow You'll hate yourself"
You laid back onto the bed, still without a shirt. "Dunno what you mean i already do" you mumbled.
Chan looked at you confused "what do you mean?" You hummed "mmm i mean i hate myself" you answered so casually.
Chan walked over to the bed and sat down. "Darling...." He trailed off "why?" You just sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or if you were just feeling honest, but you spilled to Chan, everything that you've held for so long- was gone.
"There's this guy....i was bestfriends with..." You started. "We got along so well" you closed your eyes remembering Chan's face. "But i felt like I wanted him to be more than just friend's with me..."
Chan was listening, he knew you were talking about him. "But...that dumbass went and dated my girl bestfriend." You sighed again "Do you know how much that hurts?" You asked but you weren't expecting an answer, so you didnt let him.
"The worst part was, I told her how much i loved him. I talked about him to her everyday." You felt tears starting to form. "And- when she started dating him i just wanted to beat her up. But she was my bestfriend, i wanted her to be happy, because shes human, she has rights- same with that guy, if he didn't want me then that was ok." A tear fell from your eyes. Chan stayed silent.
You sniffled "but i wish he wouldve kept being my friend instead of pushing me away..." Tears kept flowing down your face and you didn't even notice.
Chan spoke. "I didn't mean to push you away. I loved you, i did. But i was scared that it would ruin our friendship..." He trailed off.
You sat up and looked at him, you didnt feel drunk, but you knew that you couldn't do or say anything stupid.
"I talked to your so called bestfriend.... And well she told me that you had zero interest in me, and that you already were talking to someone" You looked at him confused and lowkey mad.
"What?" Chan looked over at you with a confused smile. "I'm not and i wasn't ever talking to someone" you stated.
Chan hummed and nodded. "Yea i know, she confessed everything yesterday." Chan looked down like if he was sad.
"Then why did you date her if you liked me?" You asked almost subconsciously.
He paused and looked at you, biting his lip. "I... Wanted to get you off my mind...so i got drunk and bumped into her, she started flirting with me and...well one thing lead to another and you know..." He looked down again.
You felt a sharp pain, like the pain you felt when you first heard that Chan and your bestfriend were dating, but somehow it was worse, because you knew that your friend instigated it- because you knew that she betrayed you.
But odly you didn't want to cry, you just felt pity, and sheer anger for her.
You took a deep breath and sighed it out. You looked at Chan- he wasn't looking at you- he looked guilty.
"Chan...." You started making him look up at you. "Your a dumb ass" you laughed then let yourself drop to the bed. "What?" Chan asked, but he knew what you meant.
"Whatever what happened- happened i guess" you pulled the covers over yourself and snuggled into the bed.
Chan chuckled and got up. "Good night y/n" he whispered, sounding sad. "Good night Channie" you mumbled slipping off into an unconscious state.
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You woke up in the middle of the night, feeling one thing and one thing only, Lust. wanting only one person. And sure your head hurt like hell- but knowing that Chan was there for grabs, made the pain almost invisible.
You stumbled around the room, and found the door, you slowly opened it and walked out into the pitch black hallway, but you didn't turn on any lights.
"Y/n?" Chan blinked from the blinding light. You looked up at Chan, feeling yourself get more soaked than you already were, you rubbed your eyes before speaking "why are you awake?" Chan raised an eyebrow at you. "I should be asking you that."
As you walked down the hallway slowly, a large figure bumped into you. "ow shit what the hell?" you stumbled back and the lights flickered on.
You sighed and pressed your thighs together. "I was gonna use the restroom..." Chan chuckled. "Well you're going the wrong way" he pointed behind you "it's right there"
you nodded "k thanks...." you turned around slowly. "you didn't come out here for the bathroom I assume?" Chan asked, you turned around again. "What do you mean?"
Chan looked you up and down. "Hmm well i dont actually know, but i feel like if you really had to use the restroom you wouldn't be sad about it." You raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't sad about it?"
Chan got closer to you, leaning down and whispering in your ear. "I think you want me as much as i want you."
It felt like your heart stopped, you stared into his eyes. "Chris..." He wasn't looking in your eyes, he was staring at your lips.
But the world obviously didn't want you to be together and in the worst timing...you had to puke.
You ran the bathroom that chan had pointed to. "Y/n where are you-" You lifted the toilet seat and let it flow- (gross... :|)
Chan rushed to your side and held your hair up. "Its ok let it out" he patted your back,chuckling.
After you finished spitting out your intestines, you leaned back against the wall and wiped your mouth, then wiped your teary eyes.
Chan was kneeling beside you stroking your hair. "Everything out now?" He smiled at you.
You pouted and rolled your eyes. "Shut up. I hate puking" you huffed out a breath and stood up.
"What are you doing now?" Chan glanced up at you. " 'm going to get water" you mumbled, stumbling out of the bathroom. Chan followed you shortly behind.
You reached the kitchen and grabbed a cup out of the cupboard, as you were reaching up, Chan wrapped his arms around your waist and put his head on your shoulder.
"Chan?" You asked- even though you already knew it was him. He hummed in response. "W-what are you doing" you internally cursed yourself for stuttering.
"Hoping we can finish what we started" he whispered into your neck.
As much as you wanted to give yourself to him, you wanted to make him pay for dating your bestfriend and making you feel needy. "And what's that? What did we start that you so badly want to finish?" You asked him with a slight smirk on your face.
He squeezed your waist. "mmm playing dumb are we?" His words sounded like nectar and poison mixed together.
You giggled and turned around to face him, he still held onto you- but he lifted his head glaring into your eyes.
"I dunno what you mean" you slightly pulled away and walked to the fridge to grab ice.
He sighed and watched you get water, burning holes in the side of your head. You glanced over at him and scoffed "what are you looking at?"
He bit his lip. "Asking myself if i should be gentle with you or my normal bitch self." You raised an eyebrow at him "mmm your always a bitch but ok?" You laughed and gulped down your water.
He let out a sarcastic laugh "ha, your funny" you put down your glass in the sink and looked at him. Shaking your head- you turned and headed back to the room, it was still dark with only the light of the hallway illuminating your figure. You lifted your hand and waved good night to chan.
Dissmising the fact that you wanted to ride him, or to suck him off- it didn't really matter. You wanted to put him in pain- make him be the needy one.
"Y/n." Chan spoke roughly, making a chill run down your spine. You stopped but didn't fully turn around- you just hummed "hm?"
He walked towards you like he was an animal- creeping up on his prey, silent but fast. He grabbed you neck- squeezing it and making you sqirm in his embrace.
"You think you can run away?" He gritted his teeth. "You stupid little girl" he hissed in your ear.
"W-what are you doing?" You knew exactly what he was doing but you wanted him to beg for you- or better yet make you beg for him.
He breathed out against your neck "fuck you for making me feel like this."
You sqirmed out of his hold. "Hey what the hell?" You turned and looked at him. "Why'd you do that?"
He looked up at the ceiling and groaned. "Ugh~ fuck y/n comply." He snapped his head back down- glaring at you. "You know very fucking well what im doing and why im doing it."
You couldn't hold it back anymore- a smirk krept up your face. "And...whats that?" You taunted.
"Fuck y/n im not playing this game with you" Chris growled.
"I need you to use your words like a big boy." You crossed your arms. "When you want something you have to ask for it~"
Chris let out a low groan "do you want me to beg for it huh?" He looked at you daringly.
Bingo.
You shrugged "if i said yes would you?" You had a hint of seduction to your voice, like a siren lureing unsuspecting sailors.
Chan got down on his knees. "Please, please let me eat you out- ride my face- spit in it- slap it- caress it- do whatever you want with me. But please just don't leave me without anything."
You leaned down to Chan's face "mm you like begging like a dog right?" You grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. "Keep going bitch" you grazed your teeth down his neck.
Chan whimpered. "Please i'll do it so good- i promise!" He let out a breathy moan as your bit down on him. "Oh please mommy! Let me!"
Your grip tightened around his hair, pulling slightly harder just to hear him moan. "Mhm that's right, beg baby" you kissed around the bite mark you left.
"I- wanna fuck you so well" chan whispered out into the air. "Wanna fuck your intestines into you"
You ran your tounge down his neck "mhm?" You let go of his hair "show me." You've never wanted your downfall this bad.
sorry not done accidentally posted but don't wanna delete and start over.
Almost like an order- he immediately picked you up and walked you to the room. "I'll be good for you mommy" he muttered as he dropped you onto the bed.
You bit your lip looking up at him expectantly. He quickly undressed himself and wasted no time in doing the same to you.
"I've been waiting for this moment the second I laid eyes on you" He whispered into your ear.
"Oh yeah~?" You teased.
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Cuddly Chubby reader x Strawhat Crew (Platonic)
Haven't wrote something in a WHILEEEEE BABES LIKE DAMN I FEEL LIKE I HAVEN'T PAID MY CHILD SUPPORT OR SOMETHING BUT ANYWAYS WE BACK BITCHES. and I'm feeling wholesome.
Context: Reader is a chubby gal (femreader) and the Strawhat crew being as close as they are with each other show love or friendship in different ways. And for y/n the crews just really likes to cuddle with her in a comforting platonic way. So here are some head cannons that make me smile.
Includes: Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Robin, Chopper, Franky, Brook, And Jinbei
Not proof read
Luffy
Luffy is definitely the type of person to be very touchy and not realize or understand that some people don't like being hugged. So he will do it to anyone in his reach if he considers them a friend.
Speaking of hugs. Luffy love hugs. Especially hugging you. While you're minding your business on the ship, it doesn't surprise you anymore when you feel really long arms wrap around you.
And though you might not mind the hugs from Luffy. Sometimes he just won't let go. He'll hold on like a leech. Like a kid holding on to their parents leg so they can't walk.
At some point their was definitely a incident where he just didn't want to stop hugging you. So for however long he decided to stay wrapped around you, He was clinged to you like he was in one of those baby carriers. He had to be prided off when you start getting tired of carrying his ass around.
And all while this was happening he's just giggling. Doing this just because you give the best hugs he says.
Also when he gets really tired after running around with Usopp and chopper on the ship (not likely but hey let's go with it) he'll just walk over to where ever you're standing/sitting and lay on you. "Y/n *cough cough* I'm dying help meeeee" and he'll just lay across your legs or something till he catches his breath THEN HE'S UP AGAIN.
I think Luffy would just really dislike the feeling of being cold. So whenever it's cold and y'all are sailing bro does not leave your side at times. When winter comes around all you'll hear is "Y/n I'M COLDDDDDUHHHHH!" The crew tried giving him a bunch of blankets putting him next to fire but he would always complain about the cold unless y/n was there with him.
I feel like he would also just come into your room randomly when he's bored and just lay on you. Full starfish. Covering you completely cause he can't read a room and understand you're busy. So you might be doing something while on your bed and then the door will just open and without a word being said bros laying down. Just chillin.
Zoro
Now we all know zoro loves his naps and will do that crap anywhere. And you just can't stand to see that man rest his head on some hard ass wood floor. It's Makes you cringe. Like that shit gotta be uncomfortable... So one day he was laying next to you and you got tired of seeing that crap. And you don't say anything you just sigh and lift his head up and move your thigh/leg under him. He opens his eyes for a second surprised but he soon goes back sleep. Not saying anything, but is grateful for the pillow.
And from then on y'all never spoke about it. It was just something y'all did. Everytime he would want to take a nap and you were sitting down he would just walk over and lay his head on you. No words exchanged. But he did enjoy it. And he would never admit it but he took really good naps when laying on you. And everytime he would try to sleep on the floor he would struggle to fall asleep cause he was used to you.
And yes he could easily just grab a pillow. But nah... He chooses you.
(This one a bit sad idk how I came up with it honestly)
And this might be stretching but if he ever has a night mare or can't sleep he would come to your room. Opening the door. Looking stressed out or sweating and that's all you needed to know. All that was needed between you two was a nod. And once you did that he would enter and once again fall asleep on you. Even though he usually sleeps for a long time whenever he would sleep in your bed at night he would never be there in the morning. He would always wake up before you. Not because he didn't like you or something but because he wants to respect your space as much as possible. And also I don't think he would want the crew to find out cause they might want to talk about it. But he knows with you, that your want push it and he just enjoys having someone there.
Though one night when he seemed stressed and came in there you said "wanna talk about it? I'll listen."
After being silent for a bit he responds "This is enough. Thank you... Y/n"
And you just hum In response. Zoro might be a man of few words but you knew he needed rest and you understood him and understood he might not want to talk about it but still wants to be comforted.
I might go as far and say you're the only person on the crew that has seen zoro cry cause one night he came into your room with tears running down his face. His eyes wide. Yet his face expressionless. Coming to you cause you're the only person that knew about his nightmares. Immediately understanding he had a really bad nightmare. Saying "I'm sorry dear..." getting up from your bed and giving him a hug which he surprisingly excepted hugging you tightly back and shuttering a bit before you pat his back.
Zoro not really being a fan of physical affection like hugs but in that moment and with you he needed it and was ok with it...
"Come. Rest now" you say before sitting down on your bed again. Him not saying anything only the sound of sniffles before it goes quiet meaning he fell asleep.
Shit I'm going to hell for that one. THAT WAS SAD. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO WHOLESOME. It just kept coming. My fingers just kept going y'all. I just had to keep adding on huh.
Nami
I just know Nami loves you. You're her best friend. If y'all share a room like her and robin do she definitely shares a bed with you and will ask you to cuddle all the time if not every single night.
I bet she called you cuddle bug at some point 😭
Or will get mad if you don't lay down with her. "Y/N HURRY UP AND COME TO BEDDD I NEED MY BEAUTY SLEEP WOMAN! Are you trying to make me have bags??! So inconsiderate!"
Will always blame her lack of sleep on you.
Ik she stingy with that blanket too. And doesn't want y'all to have separate ones but she will always still yalls "shared" blanket for herself.
Usopp
I don't know if usopp would be someone that's wants to cuddle but I think he would always hug you when y'all greet or say your goodbyes. Also just sometimes in the morning or at night when y'all just wake up/are about to rest.
I also think we would just do it when he's tired. Like he just got done fixing something with the ship and sees you. Giving you a nod before walking over and giving you a tired hug.
Or y'all will just be standing somewhere beside each other and he will throw his arm around you. Swaying a bit.
Sanji
Now it's not like it's a secret everyone on the crew likes your hugs so it's a known thing for them that you will always hug them. And sanji took that crap to his advantage.
Nami and robin never let him hug them cause of his weird ways but he knows you won't turn him down. So everytime you return back to the ship or even just walking into the kitchen for breakfast he can't help but stop whatever he's doing and running towards you with open arms. "Y/n my loveeee! Good morning!" "Y/n! My angel you're back!"
A few times even knocking you back cause he was so excited.
He would never touch you in a weird way though. And the first time he hugged you he asked to and you said he didn't have to ask that it didn't bother you. So he won't ever take that for granted. He might be a perv but he's still a gentleman.
When you return back to the boat after shopping he would always be the first to greet you. Not even waiting for you to get on the ship. He just jumps onto the ground and runs towards you. (Slowing down right before y'all hug so he doesn't hurt you) Offering to carry whatever you’re carrying then talking excitedly about what he had made for her or what he planned to make.
Chopper
Chopper is a lot like luffy. He's very grabby. Except he can't stretch so instead he will either raise his arms up to be picked up or will just climb up you like a mountain.
Sitting on your shoulders as you work. Sometimes sitting in your lap taking a nap as you work.
Chopper would also ask if he can sleep with you sometimes. He didn't really have a excuse. He just liked it. He would try his best to make one up though!
Especially during the winter. It would just be you chopper and luffy sometimes at night cause they are both cold and apparently you ar the only think that helps.
Robin
I don't think robin is big on physical contact but she still finds a sense of comfort being around. Even if it just the two of you reading beside each other, yalls shoulders touching, you resting your head on her leg as she reads to you or maybe the other way around. She enjoyed the small things.
And though they might not be a big deal or very obvious she still likes them and looks forward to yalls reading time.
Franky
Now I just know Franky likes to cuddle. Can't tell me different. Physical contact and spending time together is his love language
He loves when you ask him about something he's working on in his shop cause he will happily sit down in his rolling chair and let you sit on his lap and he explains everything.
Also Franky just really likes carrying people. He likes being helpful. So he will always offer to carry you. And if you say yes he would carry you in one arm/hand or let you sit on his shoulder.
I think he would just want to hug you like a teddy bear. Franky is a older man so if you joined the crew in your teens or as a early adult I bet he would start calling you bear, little bear, T bear. I think he would have a few silly pet name he called the crew at times.
Very fatherly vide to Franky. He gives off Major barbecue dad vibes.
Also he is mostly metal so I know he gets cold easily.
Brook
Brook would feel really awkward about hugging you are first I think. Not only cause you're a pretty girl but because well.... Their's not much for you to hug
So he might say "But I'm all bone! Yohohoh" when you offer him a hug. But you just laugh and shake your head at him. Giving him a hug which he really likes to his surprise.
He was scared that it wouldn't be the same as when he had mest on his bones but to his surprise it did for some reason. Which he found really comforting.
And though people might not like to hug him cause he's all bones he knows you will. And eventually he was the one that started hugging you instead of you hugging him.
Jinbei
Id sell my soul for jinbei to give me a hug bro. Like I just know he gives hugs like those plus size southern old women. (Iykyk) imagine him with a southern accent in like a woman voice saying "Come here baby" 😭😭😭 HELP "give me some sugar"
So let's turn the tables instead of jinbei wanting to hug you. YOU go to him. You wrap your arms around him the best you can and he tries to hug you back but he might just pat your head or put his hand on your back.
He won't turn you down. I think everyone on the crew also likes hugging him like they like hugging you. So I'm sure he is used to people jumping on him.
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baby, it's cold outside
wednesday addams x reader
summary: when you wake up and it's below freezing outside, all you want is to cuddle. your girlfriend was never the touchy type, but she decides that it's okay for now (and she just might like it)
word count: 421
a/n: brought to you by me freezing my tits off this morning. not one of the many requests i have but i promise i'm working on them 🤞 after writing this i scrolled past another fic called baby it's cold outside 😶 we all think the same bruv
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winter had greeted nevermore in the last few weeks and it was painfully obvious from how the temperatures had dropped. you went from sleeping with the thinnest blanket you could find to ward off the heat, to bundling up as tight as you could with the thickest duvet to trap it in.
this morning, however, your fortress still managed to be penetrated by the cold. outside, it was below the freezing point. by freezing point, i mean your freezing point.
you woke up due to the chill setting deep within you, and when you looked at your phone, you saw that it was still the middle of the night. you also saw that the temperature was in the teens.
huffing, you sit up, looking across the room to your dorm mate and girlfriend, sleeping peacefully. you knew she was never the kind of person to show a lot of affection. sure, you would hold hands and kiss, but she wasn't one for a bunch of hugs and cuddling.
but maybe she'll allow, it just this once.
your feet search for the slippers you had abandoned the floor, definitely not wanting to feel the cold wood when you stood up. the duvet trails behind you as you hold it tight, light on your feet to hopefully not alert anyone in surrounding rooms.
"wednesday." you whisper when you reach the side of her bed, tapping her shoulder, "baby."
her eyes flutter open as she looks at you in confusion, "what?" her voice is groggy, "it's late, y/n/n."
"it's cold." you state, not wanting to outright ask just yet.
"okay?"
rolling your eyes, you look to the side. "can i lay down with you?" you don't want to push it by explicitly saying cuddle, but you don't think you'll be able to fall asleep again without some semblance of warmth.
she stares up at you, and you wonder if she's thinking up ways to kill you for waking her up just to ask for this. instead, a few moments later, she lifts her covers up.
eyes wide, you look at the empty space, "you're sure?"
"c'mon before i change my mind." she grumbles and you quickly kick off your slippers and get under the covers, putting yours over top.
"thank you." you whisper, wrapping your arms around her waist and sighing at the heat that radiates from her skin.
her hand moves to rest on yours as her eyes close once more. she'd never admit it, but this was actually quite nice.
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Omg hi!!! Love your Writting, could you make an Astarion x Eladrin! Reader please? It can be and fey eladrin or a celestial eladrin (tough i prefer the celestial ones). I'm surprised no one asked for an eladrin hc already, they're such dolls)
Hi! Eladrins are truly interesting. The difference between two types depends on what edition you play - before the 4th edition Eladrins were native to Arvandor, distant cousins to elves. Beginning with the 4th Edition, they're fey creatures from the Feywild.
As there is more relevant info about Fey Eladrin, I will write this HCs based on them but the difference between different types of Eladrin isn't really big.
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Astarion x Eladrin!Tav
Your ancestors were casted away from Arvandor along with other elves but instead of going to Material Planes they chose Feywild as their home.
Many of your kind have slowly lost their humanoid form and allowing the wild magic of the Faierie to change them.
The seasons for you aren't times of the year, they are places you can visit and the form you can take.
When you are a Spring Eladrin, you sing and dance but so easily fall in love that you lose yourself.
When you are Summer, you are a stubborn fighter.
As Autumn you are kind and generous but to trustful.
But as Winter you are depressed and melancholic.
In trance you change your season like a dress and your change appearance as well.
It drives Astarion insane because you have four different personalities and four different skins.
Fey Eladrins and stability are complete opposites.
But at the same he is attracted to your wild magic, so alive and bustling, nothing like what his undead existence is.
You are also a gender fluid since sex and gender are too limitimg when defined.
Sometimes you feel like a man, sometimes like a woman, sometimes you are both, sometimes you are none.
The adventures on the Material Planes is just another fun experience for you since you are not intedning to stay there.
As for Astarion he doesn't truly knows what to do.
The Undead don't belong to Feywild, he can't go there with you and he isn't sure he wants all this fey madness.
Meanwhile the Material Plane is too exhausting, too stable, too bleak for you.
But you decide to stay.
To stay to get him the cure.
Astarion doesn't remember being alive, but you know how miserable he truly is.
Hunger. Cold. Pain.
There must be the way.
Astarion gets used to your changing nature. You just become a very complex person to him but luckily your pysical appearance betrays your mood change as well and he always knows which "you" he is going to deal with today.
You spend a century looking for ithe cure but nothing helps. It's just a ghost you keep searching for.
And the Material Plane is draining you, sometimes you are so week,you can't move for months, lying motionless in your trance and remembering the Feywild.
Astarion begs you to go.
He will be fine. This century was the the best time he ever hoped to have. He will remember you. He will cherish the memories of you.
But you have to part ways. He is an undead, he belongs to the Shadowplace and all what is dread. He will wander the roads for eternity as the creature of the dark. And you will live your long life in the magical place of fey wonders.
He will never forget you.
Beaides there isn't anyone like you, his tiny wild love.
You dissappear like a mist in the morning and he hopes you are happy in the magical feywild.
He keeps living
Hunting monsters .
Adebturing here and there.
Sometimes he makes griends, sometimes he takes lovers
But in his reverie he remembers only his eladrin of tje feywild the magical creature who gave him hope.
A century passes.
Lonely ten decades.
Astarion meditates and his meditation is so deep it is more like a real sleep.
He feels that something is beside him someone warm, someone familiar.
He wakes up and sees you.
You lie beside him in your atumn form warm like a lantern.
You break the silence and brush his cheek, making him sniff.
"I know how to cure you."
You spare Astarion of details, he doesn't need to know what price you paid.
A century of slavery. Of servitude. Of humilation.
A fey, powerful and cruel, shoved the cure up to your nose, bragging they have it and you don't.
A century. A terrible, difficult century with every day worse than another.
Losing your humanoid form. Being an ugly beast for a decade. Losing yoir mind and doing the most disgusting things for your master.
The feys are cruel when they know you need them.
The transformation is painful and long and you are afraid the fey bitch lied to you.
They didn't.
Astarion opens his eyes and they are emerald greem like Feywild woods.
It takes him time to adapt to his mortal body but it's much easier in Feywild than it would be in the Material Plane.
You don't know what the future holds for you two.
The elven nature is fluid and unpredictable.
But deep inside you know you have always meant to be together, you are thiramins, elven soulmates. Maybe, you knew each other in your past lives. Maybe you are both something new.
And you have centuries ahead to figure this out.
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