#but she'd like to change that. so she tries by putting in the effort herself. and she drags grandpa bird all over looking for him

[molagboop]

I sketched a thing while I was up at an unreasonable hour.

#comic #raven beak #samus #samus aran #grey voice #old bird #metroid #metroid dread #she is three years old and just wanted to see Grey Voice #he's cool and tall #but the minute she enters the room BLAM there it is some motherfucker who's even TALLER than he is #it's tough when you're a kid and you're small and your parents died less than 2 months ago one of them right in front of you #she doesn't know if this stranger is nice like Grandpa Bird or of he's mean like the guy who ate her mother #and height is another thing he has in common with the purple pterodactyl! but he's not eating Grey Voice so he must be okay #anyways Samus likes Grey Voice because he smells nice and his robes are soft. he doesn't play with her often like Grandpa Bird does #but she'd like to change that. so she tries by putting in the effort herself. and she drags grandpa bird all over looking for him #she does this at least twice a week #chozo #unfortunately for Old Bird's ailing knees. but he tries his best. #i can only imagine the rest of their conversation #grey voice is gonna have a time explaining how he and old bird adopted this orphan kid off the side of the road like an abandoned puppy #meanwhile raven beak is giving him a hard time like 'ayy i thought you said you were sterile' #he's very interested in seeing how this develops #his gracious hosts aren't exactly getting any younger and they haven't been keeping up with their cardio #but they've got the gumption and he thinks they can pull it off. the kid making it long enough to leave the nest i mean.

[thefullwomb]

Roommates Pt. 1

Hailey had come to college as a bright-eyed academic. She had been accepted to one of the top bio-anthropology programs in the country and fully intended to earn her PhD. She'd gotten through her freshman year without incident. She didn't party or chase romance. She was dedicated to her studies, and her 4.1 GPA proved it.

Then, something changed during her third year. She moved in with a new roommate. His name was James, and he was HOT. This change in her living arrangements had been made necessary because her landlord had dramatically raised her rent. What had been a decent, if utterly unimpressive, two bedroom apartment was now being marketed as "luxury off campus living". With the simple addition of the word "luxury" came a $700 per month rent hike. In a panic, Hailey had put out an ad for a roommate and accepted the first candidate who didn't seem like a total loser.

James was six feet tall and slim. His mop of curly brown hair and pale angular face looked like a sculpture brought to life. But his most striking feature was his emerald green eyes. They held an intensity that left Hailey weak in the knees if she held his gaze for too long. She wanted him from the moment she laid eyes on him.

She tried her best to get his attention, but flirting wasn't exactly a skill she had developed. More often than not, she ended up feeling like she was humiliating herself as she failed over and over to get James to take her hints. She couldn't figure out what she was doing wrong. Could it be that she just wasn't his type? Maybe he preferred taller girls or heavier girls, or maybe he didn't like girls at all. She had to know, were her efforts in vain. She worked up the nerve to ask him directly, but his reply was as vague an answer as she could imagine.

"Eh, I'm not super picky. I think all kinds of people are hot." He has said with a shrug of his shoulders

Hailey wanted to scream. Not picky? If he wasn't picky, then what was so wrong with her? She wasn't a supermodel, but she was far from ugly... wasn't she? She felt her self-confidence eroding. What was wrong with her, and why wouldn't James even give her a second look? She had to know.

It didn't take long for an opportunity to present itself. James had gone out to get dinner from the nearest Chinese food place. He had also left his bedroom door open and by the flickering blue how that slipped out of the doorway it appeared he'd even left his computer on. As she snuck into James' she felt like a creep. This was wrong. She was spying on her roommate. She should just let this go, give up, and go back to being a straight A student who ignored cute guys, she thought even as she tapped the space bar and the computer screen flared to life.

With that single keystroke, Hailey suddenly got an eye full of exactly what James' type was. His computer opened up to a gaming stream, but the streamer in question wasn't the stereotypical petite e-girl. Instead, this streamer, named Charlene, was immensely pregnant. She looked to be more belly than woman. Every inch of her insanely gravid middle moved with a riot of kicking, squirming babies. As she played her game, she bragged about just how big her subs were making her as she rubbed the almost absurdly round orb that seemed to dominate her form.

Hailey was blushing hard as she continued watching the stream. She was transfixed by this impossibly pregnant streamer. Her hands involuntarily began to rub her own flat belly as some deep, primal part of her began to awaken. She had never put much thought into having babies beyond imagining it as some far away possibility. But, in that moment, she craved being filled to bursting with her lovers, with James' offspring.

Suddenly, Hailey was snapped back to reality when she heard the front door being unlocked. James was home, and she was still in his room and on his computer without his knowledge. Hailey let out a small squeak as she hurriedly fled to the privacy of her own room. She laid on her bed, so wound up and horny that the thought of tackling James and forcing him to plant his babies in her womb almost sounded like a good idea... almost. Instead, she put her favorite vibrator between her legs and screamed her newly unlocked desires into a stack of pillows.

It took a few weeks for Hailey to come up with a plan. After all, how could she get the attention of a guy who was clearly VERY into pregnant girls without risking becoming a single mother? It turned out that the answer was surprisingly simple: she would carry a surrogate pregnancy. It was the perfect plan. She would get to live out her newly discovered pregnancy fetish, make a decent amount of money, and, hopefully, bag her crush.

She signed up to carry a set of quads just before Christmas break. She wanted to make sure that she'd be on summer vacation during her final trimester. It didn't take her long to stay showing, and by spring break came around, she looked ready to pop. Onlookers could have been forgiven for assuming that she was overdue with twins by the time summer vacation began. As she grew bigger, rounder, heavier, and more pregnant by the day, she made sure to put herself on display for James' benefit. She would waddle around the apartment in her pre pregnancy clothes, which clung to every curve of her gravid body. She made a big show of being stuck on the couch and needing James to help her up.

Finally, near the end of her eighth month, she was lying on her bed and attempting to lotion her belly. There was so much that she couldn't reach and the babies kicked and squirmed, making her belly bulge and writhe as she tried to fight off her stretch marks and soothed her overstretched skin. She hadn't expected it at the start of her pregnancy, but as she'd grown bigger and bigger, Hailey realized that it turned her on being too pregnant to rub her entire belly, too pregnant to get off the couch unassisted, too pregnant to walk out of the apartment without being winded. She imagined how much better it would be if the babies that had all but taken over her body were hers. Between her fantasy, her hormones, and the sensations of her womb packed tight with squirming babies, Hailey felt a climax building. She was so lost in her own lust that she forgot that James could hear her as she screamed his name and came with a shudder.

She nearly screamed again as James burst into her room thinking that his hugely pregnant roommate was in trouble.

“Are the babies coming?!” He asked, still panicking

Hailey’s head was still spinning from her orgasm. She could barely form a thought let alone think up a convincing excuse for screaming his name.

“I… umm… I uh… I needed you to.” She stammered, still rubbing her tremendous belly like a fidget toy “C-could you help me rub my belly?”

Still, confused and now a little bit flustered himself, James sat on the edge of Hailey's bed. As he began rubbing the coco butter onto his roommates belly he felt his pants growing tighter by the second. Since the moment they'd met he'd had a crush on her. One she got pregnant, and especially once she'd started showing, his crush had only become more pronounced. But he hadn't said anything, he had done his best to keep his feelings to himself. He was so scared that if he admitted his feelings that they wouldn't be reciprocated and that things would get awkward.

But, in that moment James' arousal managed to overpower his apprehension. “I think your really hot, and I've wanted to ask you out for a since I met you but I was scared you wouldn't like me and it would be awkward and I know you're pregnant and everything, but I think that's kinda hot and I know that probably sounds weird but… but I… uh…”

James' confession flowed out of him in a single, panicked breath. As he spoke, his cheeks developed a burning red blush. He felt like an idiot, but he had already committed. He couldn't unsay what he'd already confessed. Then he noticed that Hailey looked just as flustered as he felt.

“Fuck, I'm… I'm sorry that was stupid… I'm an idiot, I'll just go.” James said as he prepared to flee back to his own room

“Wait!” Hailey called out, she tried to jump out of bed, but the weight of her full womb kept her pinned in place. “I uh… I don't think it's stupid or weird, in fact I've had a crush on you since we met.”

“You did?” Asked James, almost too stunned to believe this was truly happening

“Yeah…” replied Hailey sheepishly

The two held each other's gaze for what felt like an eternity. The tension that gives between them was nearly electric. Then, James rushed forward and wrapped his arms around Hailey. He started into her eyes for one last moment before kissing her with the passion of a long lost lover. She melted in his arms and returned his kiss. It was impossible to tell who started it, but within moments they were stripping each other naked. Clothes flew to the floor with haphazard abandon.

“I want you, Hailey.” James said as if that wasn't the most obvious statement in the world at that very moment.

“I need you, James.” Hailey replied

In a moment Hailey was on her hands and knees. Her huge, pregnant belly pressed into the mattress as James took his place between her legs. His hips pressed against the pillowy curve of her ass and the tip of his cock slipped between the dripping wet lips of her pussy. He held his tip just at the entrance of her birth canal for a brief instant before slowly sliding the throbbing shaft of his manhood deep into Hailey.

They both let out moans of ecstasy as their bodies joined together in a primal union. James leaned forward and grabbed Hailey’s arms pulling them back as his hands did down to hold hers. She was rocked forward, balanced on the gravid orb of her womb as James began to thrust. His member hit spots that she didn't even know she had as he ravished her like an animal in heat.

Their moans and cries grew louder and faster as they approached the event horizons of their climaxes as one. Hailey could feel the babies in her womb moving with and thrashing, agitated by her weight pressing down on her belly and the violent shaking of James’ thrusts.

“I WANT YOUR BABIES!!” She cried out “I want you to get me pregnant. Please, PLEASE get me pregnant. I need to feel your babies inside me.”

“Fuck, Hailey I want to knock you up so fucking bad.”James replied, his voice carried a desperate edge that made it clear that the very thought of impending her was beginning him that much closer to blowing his load “I want to make you pregnant over and over again. I want to watch you waddle around with a heavy belly full of my kids forever. And I… just want… to keep you… pregnant FOREVER!!!!”

James' voice rose to a guttural shout and Hailey’s rose to match it as they came together in a moment of pure, carnal bliss. James cock exploded its hot load of his seed, plastering the walls of Hailey's pussy. Her walls quivered and milked his cock for every last drop of his potent sperm.

Exhausted and high on a potent cocktail of hormones, the two young lovers collapsed into a spooning snuggle and passed out. The last thing Hailey could remember before skipping into the velvet embrace of sleep was the feeling of James’ arm wrapping protectively around her belly.

A huge shoutout to the ever lovely @pr-g for inspiring and providing the image for this story. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: give her a follow, and you won't be disappointed.

I'll be posting part 2 very soon. When it's up, I'll be leaving a linking it in the comments of this post to make it a little easier to find. Stay tuned!

#preggo kink #preggophilia #huge pregnant belly #pregnancy #pregnant kink #pregnancy captions #pregnant captions #permanent pregnancy #pregnant fiction #surro verse #pregnant romance

[ih34rt-alphatxuri]

Read Your Diary

table of contents/pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary: he needed to find a way to get inside of her, for ever and ever and ever.

warnings: obsessive behaviour, emotional manipulation, borderline stalking and an overall toxic dynamic with an oblivious Y/N, use of explicit language, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids), p in v, breeding kink if you squint. I absolutely do not condone any form of emotional manipulation or toxic relationships. This is a work of fiction and most definitely not a reflection of this person's real actions or personality.

message from A☆: Hey !! So recently I've been reading a lot of dark fics so I wanted to try and write one of my own. This fic has the same structure as Chewing Cotton Wool, and this (Read Your Diary) is one of my fav Måneskin songs, and I put A LOT of effort into it. Btw, I didn't use the whole song ! I only used the lyrics that I felt resonated with the storyline I wanted. (I fully went in and edited the smut part I AM SORRYYY) I hope you enjoy...

P.S, try and spot the song references throughout the fic !!

Brought you some roses, you didn't take them So I shed a tear

He was just trying to be nice. That's what Y/N thought. She'd been working as Christian Horner's secretary for only a couple months now, and his star driver had quickly taken a liking to her. But who could blame him? She was young, a few years younger than him, and absolutely gorgeous. Max would send her a bouquet if her favorite flowers every single race weekend, and in the beginning she'd never take them. How did he know what her favorite flowers were? He had his ways...but she always refused them. Little did she know, Max was watching from down the hall, sometimes he'd shed a few tears over it. After what was probably the millionth time he'd left her flowers, she finally took them. She figured he was just trying to be nice, make her feel welcomed, that's what she kept telling herself. And in that moment it was like something snapped in Max's head: he had to have Y/N, and when he did he'd keep her forever and ever and ever.

Pouring some champagne over your panties So that we can cheers

They were at a party after the race, she was getting absolutely shit-faced drunk. Y/N was wearing a short, sparkly party dress, the light catching every fleck of glitter as she moved. She danced the night away, downing drink after drink. That's when she bumped into Max, his glass of champagne pouring all over the front of her dress.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry schatje (little treasure)...let me help you." Max grabbed a napkin, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in closer to wipe her off. He knew this was a bit risky, but Y/N wasn't refusing his touch.

"Maxie...hi!" She giggled drunkenly leaning into his touch. This was perfect. Max tried his best to wipe her off, but her dress was still sticky with the fizzy fluid.

"Y/N, darling, you should get changed...your dress is in no condition to stay on your body." He smoothed her hair over with one hand, looking into her eyes as she spoke.

"No, im fine Maxie!" She whined. She clearly wasn't, and Max wasn't going to skip out on the chance to be her knight in shining armour; even if in reality he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Counting the hours, counting the seconds 'Till I can feel your bones

"Oh, but Y/N, liefje (darling), you're too drunk to think straight." His tone had the slightest hint of mockery, but she was too drunk to tell.

"No, Max...I'm perfectly fine to be alone.'' She spoke between hiccups, trying not to stumble over herself as Max led her back to her room.

"No you're not, come on...let me take care of you." There was a certain darkness in his eyes as he spoke. As he led her into her hotel room he had an almost malicious smirk on his face. He didn't want to take advantage of her though, even if he was counting the hours until he could feel her bones beside him. All he wanted was a chance to get closer to her, to get inside her head.

Dance in your shoes, read your diary to Get inside of you, you, you

This was Max's chance. As she peacefully slept he got up and began to go through her things. Her suitcase, her clothes, her purse, everything he could find. That's when he found it: Y/N's diary. He flipped through the pages, taking photos, drowning himself in her words. He knew it was wrong to read her diary, but this was perfect. It was all her emotions, written out in front of him. This was the way, he thought, the way to get to her. Infect her with his love, rot her mind with his sugary sweet lies. He needed her in the palm of his hand.

Forever and ever and ever.

I'm not a coward, I'm not a hero But I can be your toy I'll be the pill that you wanna swallow When you're looking for the joy

Reading her diary had been like dissecting her brain, he learned everything about her. What she liked, what he hated, the things that made her weak in the knees and swoon, and the things that turned her off. He knew just the way to have her at his will, have her wrapped around his finger. And that's exactly what was happening. After weeks of tedious yet discreet manipulation, he almost had her. Max was the one Y/N would go to first when she felt down, when she needed to get something off her chest, when she was excited about something. It was almost like he was her drug, little did she know it was all his fault. But she was too oblivious to realize it. Her friends tried to warn her, but it was no use. He was already getting to her, he'd already turned into her joy-pill.

Cried on your nudes, wearing your perfume Now I taste like you, you, you

This was wrong, so wrong. He knew it. But Max would go to the ends of the earth to even have a small taste of her. He sat quietly outside her apartment building, phone in hand. What a stupid, oblivious girl. She'd left the window wide open as she got changed, Max snapping pictures of her naked body without her knowledge. Once back in his own home, he pulled out his phone to flip through the pictures. Such a pretty, ignorant girl. He felt himself getting harder and harder as he looked at her body in each picture. Max could cry over her nudes, he needed her so badly. He grabbed a small bottle from him bedside drawer: a small travel-spray of Y/N's perfume. Max sprayed his pillow with it every night, craving her scent and body beside him. He decided to take a shower to get his mind off things, but now he practically tasted like her. There was no taking his mind off her now.

Forever and ever and ever

Oh, why don't you give a little love now, baby?

Alone, in the shower Using my left hand so it feels like you

Max had been alone in the shower for about an hour now, jerking his cock to the thought of her. The smell of her perfume still lingered, the mental image of her naked body driving him insane. He needed to have her, he couldn't wait much longer. But he almost had her, she was just within reach. He came with a loud groan, his release coating his own hand. He could only imagine how much better his cock would feel elsewhere; in her hand, her mouth, her pussy...but he had to wait just a little longer.

So please, I'm begging To feel something new

It had been like a predator circling its oblivious prey; she had no clue he already had her in the palm of his hand. She was under the impression that this was what she wanted, this was all out of her own volition. But that was far from the truth. Max was behind it all, meticulously puppeteering her feelings. But she'd never know, he'd make sure of it. As she entered his apartment, the feeling of his hand on her lower back was sending chills through her body, Max smilled maliciously to himself. But he had to make her think she was the one in control, that this was her choice. They walked to his couch and both sat down, their bodies mere millimeters away from each other. He had already brought out a bottle of wine and two glasses for them. They sipped on their drinks and just talked, but behind his blue eyes he was waiting for the perfect window to strike. About 4 and a half glasses in, she'd scooted closer to him, leaning her head on his shoulder subconsciously. Now was the moment, thought Max. His hand slipped away to her thigh, slowly rubbing up and down and driving Y/N mad.

"Max..." she whined his name, it was like music to his ears.

"What, liefje (darling), what's wrong?" He had to hide his smirk, the slightest hint of mockery and possibly pity in his tone.

"Fuck...I think I need you..." She was too drunk to think before she spoke, her thighs rubbing together slightly as she yearned for some sort of friction.

"Aww...you need help darling?" He lifted her chin, pulling her in closer. All she could do was nod, letting him pull her in for a kiss.

One thing led to another, and they ended up in Max's bed. She'd practically been begging him to feel something new the whole way there, it's ironic how she thought she was the one in control. Max put her down onto the bed and reached under her skirt to remove her panties. He ran a finger through her folds, collecting her wetness.

"You're desperate me, huh schatje (little treasure)?" He brings his fingers up his mouth, licking them clean. All she could do was whine out a reply, she was desperate. With than Max knelt before her, leaving a trail of kisses up her thighs as Y/N squirmed with anticipation. The feeling of his tongue over her pussy, he ate her out like a man starved. Every moan that rolled off her tongue only riled him up more, he licked every inch of her center and sucked her clit like it was his last meal. As she begged him to let her come, her words caught in her throat with a squeal as he plunged two fingers into her entrance. She wanted to cry, it was all too much. "Aww, you wanna come liefje (darling)?" He smiled up at her and spoke in an almost mocking tone as he worked his fingers in and out of her and rubbed greedy circles on her puffy, overstimulated clit.

"Please, Maxie, please, please let me come...fuck!" She gasped out, her hands tangled in his hair.

"Since you asked so nicely, darling, I'll let you...come all over my fingers..." He sucked her clit and pumped his fingers even faster, pushing her over the edge. He came with a loud, straggled moan, her slick leaking out over Max's fingers and palm. He licked his fingers clean once again, then pulling himself back on top of her.

"You wanna taste yourself schatje (little treasure)? Hm?" He grabbed by the neck, with a rough gentleness, while taunting her with his patronizing tone. He kissed her roughly, Y/N whined at the taste of herself on his tongue and his hand gripping her neck, she needed more. Max was her drug, and she was too far into her addiction.

"Max I fucking need you...please." She reached up and pulled his face back down for another heated hiss.

"Anything for you, liefje (darling)." He smiled down at her, their foreheads touching. This was the moment Max had been waiting for for months, dreaming, fantasizing. He wouldn't wait another minute to make her his. So, he stripped himself of his clothing and Y/N removed whatever was left of hers. He cautiously got on top of her, like she was the most delicate creature on the planet, and aligned the hit tip with her hole. But he wanted to draw this out, so he slowly dragged the tip of his dick along her slit, rubbing it on her clit and then back down. Max could've died a happy man right there, his body hovering over hers as she begged for his cock and trembled.

"Please Max, stop teasing, I need it so fucking badly..." She said in a whiny, needy tone. Seconds later Max was pushing his cock into her, stretching her out as she moaned. He didn't waste a minute, not even allowing her to adjust. It's like a switch kicked off in him, he was feral. He thrust in and out of her at a fast, rough, yet delicious speed. Within minutes of him fucking her she was already a babbling mess.

"Aww, Y/N darling, already too fucked out to speak?" He mocked, deriving a little too much joy from seeing her at his will.

"Maxieee- fuck- 's too good...fucking fuck!" She moaned out, but Max was far from done yet. She felt her walls fluttering around him as his dick twitched, a tell-tale sign they were both gonna come.

"Need to come, liefje? Aww, I'm gonna fill you up so fuck- fucking good. Gonna claim this fucking pussy..." He groaned, feeling his climax reaching.

"Please, Maxie- fuck- need to come so bad, 's too much, fuck- please" She moaned out breathlessly, but she was already gone. The knot in her stomach had already snapped, spilling her slick all over Max's cock. He soon followed suit, his dick twitching inside her and the painting her walls with his come. He took a look down at where their bodies met, smiling maliciously down at the sight of the mix of his and her release leaking out on his cock. He then collapsed on to her with a loud groan, propping himself up on his elbows to look at her face.

"You're mine now...you get that? Or are you still too cockdrunk to understand me?" He spoke in an almost patronizing tone, running a had over her hair; all she could do was nod in her fucked out state. After catching his breath, Max got up and ran over to the bathroom. He came back minutes later, picking Y/N up from the bed. She whined into his neck.

"Come on, darling...gotta get you cleaned up..." With that, he dropped her down into the tub, and he practically worshiped her body. He ran his soapy hands over her whole body, washing off the sweat with the utmost caution. He used a washcloth to wipe the come off her sensitive center, she whined softly at times. But Max was extremely gentle, and when he got her out of the bath and sat her on the counter wrapped in a towel, he took a quick rinse. He then took them both back to the bed, giving her one of his t-shirts to sleep in. She drifted off peacefully in his arms, not knowing what she'd gotten herself into. Now Max had her, he was inside her head. He was going to keep it that way, forever and ever and ever.

#f1 x reader #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x y/n #dark max verstappen x reader #max verstappen smut

[sorcerous-caress]

I would like to request Karlach and Shadowheart (maybe Jaheria) with a Tav who loves praise and compliments but they always get incredibly shy and embarrassed whenever they are praised or complimented if that’s cool

Praising a shy Tav

[Fluff, nb!reader ]

[Karlach, Shadowheart, Jaheira ]

Karlach

It's a guilty pleasure of hers that she absolutely adores seeing you flustered whenever she compliments you. Acting as if she doesn't notice the way you look away or try to change the subject when she loudly announces how badass you were in the last fight, or how pretty your armour looks on you.

Strong, smart, and humble? You're really the whole deal, huh soldier. She'd say teasingly.

Also she isn't blind, she notices the light in your eyes whenever she compliments you. The way you always look at her whenever you achieve something remarkable as if you're anticipating her praise before turning away in shyness when it comes pouring in.

Her heart can't take it, literally, she had her engine heat up multiple times because you were just so damn cute. Gale had to resort to an emergency casting of ice storm to cool her off.

She didn't learn her lesson after, the second she could speak again she immediately went to fluster you even more.

Shadowheart

Few ever who lived to tell the tale of being complimented by Shadowheart. Her praise is never earned easily.

And yet, even at your first meeting with her after the ship crash, she couldn't help but thank you and compliment you for saving her life.

You're an anomaly, she herself can't understand why she is so enamoured with you. Why praises in your name seem to slip so easily from her lips as if it was her second nature to point out your well doings.

Maybe it's the face you make after she whispers a praise in your ear, staring at her with wide eyes like a deer in headlight.

Or maybe it's how you seek her out after every battle, like a puppy looking for treats while attempting to be subtle.

She'll indulge you, even if you won't ever admit what you want put loud. After all, how can she not spoil her favourite hero?

Jaheira

Unlike what her children claim, she is more than capable of praise and giving compliments.

It's just that...well, she was never good at them. It was usually Khalid who gave the compliments freely to people like candy, so she never had to deal with the situation herself.

She tries her best, even when her compliments sound like something a football coach would tell to their team. Even when most people don't appreciate her or her seemingly plain compliments.

Yet, cub, you've always seemed to reveal in her praise. No matter how many layers of harshness and bluntness it was coated in, you'd still accept it and have the nerve to look embarrassed from how happy you are by it.

It's more than a surprise to her when you don't only seek more of her praise, but do so while acting as if her words made you redder than a tomato.

In a way, your reactions encourage her to put more effort into her vague compliments to be more honest, sincere, and touching.

#♡shart #♡Jaheira #♡Karlach #♡fluff #fluff #jaheira x reader #Jaheira #Karlach #karlach x reader #shadowheart x reader #Shadowheart #bg3 x reader #baldur's gate 3 x reader #bg3 fluff

[suuuupernovaaa]

mong

mong [m·oŋ] vtr. depend on, rely on, trust for protection

Anonymous Request: I was wondering if you could do a Neteyam x f reader who grew up with/around the Sullys and Jake and Neteyam are protective of her. And then one day she walks into their tent or a gathering and just rushes into Neteyams arms and clings to him they are all worried. Neteyam comforts her and holds her while Jake tries to solve the problem?

1,551 words

My mother's grip on my upper arm was so tight that I knew it would leave bruises.

"You will do this," she hissed in my ear. "There is no other choice. Don't be foolish."

With much effort, I pulled my arm from her grasp and stumbled back, staring at her, horrified.

Before anyone else could speak, I ran.

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"Was Y/N hunting today?" Jake Sully asked his eldest son as he and his family sat around a small fire, finishing up cleaning and drying their kills from the day.

"Yes," Neteyam replied.

Jake nodded, wiping off his knife. "You should have gone with her."

Neteyam sighed. He knew his father worried about Y/N, a girl - now woman - his age, and everyone knew why, but no one really said it.

Her parents were... unkind, and that was putting it lightly. He didn't think they'd ever put a hand on her, but even for Na'vi, they were harsh and unforgiving, and not for the sake of raising her right and keeping her safe in a dangerous world.

Just for the sake of being harsh. They didn't seem to like their own daughter very much, which confused the Sullys. She was kind, soft spoken, intelligent, and always supportive to her loved ones. There wasn't anything not to like about her.

Jake had watched her grow up, from a distance at first, and then encouraged his children to be friends with her. She'd latched to them immediately, and eventually to him and his wife as well, becoming almost a part of the family.

It seemed to be getting worse lately, and anytime she wasn't with the Sully family, the worry was there at the back of Jake's mind. He supposed he was really starting to think of her as a third daughter, and having her away from him for long periods of time caused him some anxiety.

He knew his oldest son felt a similar worry for the girl, but for entirely different reasons.

As if summoned by the mention of her name, Y/N burst through the door, causing every Sully head to turn her way. She breezed past everyone and threw herself right into Neteyam's arms, crying loudly, which was very uncharacteristic for her.

Jake jumped up immediately, and Neytiri ran to Neteyam's side, placing her hand on Y/N's back as she sobbed.

"What have they done now?" Jake huffed under his breath, wondering what kind of laws were in place that would allow him to punish her parents for the way they treated this poor, sad girl.

"What is it, child?" Neytiri asked, but Y/N was too upset to speak. Her breaths were coming in shallow gasps, and Neteyam looked to his mother and then his father with wide, panicked eyes.

Kiri joined the three of them on the floor, placing a hand on Y/N's back right next to her mothers. The two women in unison closed their eyes and began taking in deep breaths, low and slow, in and out.

It took a while, but Neteyam felt Y/N doing the same as she clung to him.

"There you go," Neteyam whispered, stroking her hair as she breathed. He had never seen Y/N so much as frown, none the less cry. No matter what she was put through, her dispositioned always remained sunny and calm. Something terrible must have happened.

"Tell us what happened," Neytiri said, and Y/N finally sat up, but Neteyam would not let her out of his arms. She had to turn, settling in his lap, with his arms crossed over her chest.

--

Even though I knew the Sullys had noticed that my parents were different, I had never spoken of it to them. What was the point? I could not change who my parents were. I could only keep my head down, be respectful, and hope to escape when I was older.

And now, I had been offered and escape, and I would rather die than accept it.

"They have... they are forcing me to mate with Marek," I said finally, and Neteyam's arms over my chest tightened, pulling my back into his chest, as Kiri gasped.

I cast my eyes downward, embarrassed at my outburst, and at burdening their family with this - but I didn't know where else to go.

"Marek is awful," Kiri whispered. "He's mean, and cruel, and he's..."

"Just like my father," I whispered, tears pricking at the corner of my eyes again. I looked up to Jake, the man I'd always wished had truly been my father, and the expression on his face was dark and malicious.

"This will not happen. Neteyam, with me, now."

Neteyam frowned, holding me tightly to him, but his father demanded he join him a second time, and they left without so much as a word.

Neytiri and Kiri held me tightly as Lo'ak and Tuk stood nearby, and I wished for the millionth time that I had been born into this family instead.

--

Netyeam and his father returned almost an hour later, very quiet, somewhat relieved and mostly nervous.

When they entered, Neytiri was braiding Y/N's hair while Kiri and Tuk sang softly by the fire. Lo'ak sat nearby, looking oddly out of place.

"Okay, well," Jake said as he entered, spreading his arms to the side. "I think we should give Neteyam and Y/N a little space to talk."

Y/N furrowed her brown. Netytiri squeezed her should and Kiri patted her on the knee before the entire Sully family, minus Neteyam, rose to leave.

Jake approached before he left, and put a hand on her shoulder. "We would never let anyone hurt you, Y/N, and we did what we thought was best to protect you... but nothing is set in stone. You get to decide your path."

Y/N tilted her head to the side, extremely confused and in the dark, but Jake left, leaving just Y/N and Neteyam there.

"Neteyam, tell me what's going on!" she said, and the two of them quickly approached each other, meeting in the middle of the tent.

"My dad and I, we went to speak to your parents and..." Neteyam cleared his throat. "On the way there, I told my father the truth, Y/N. I told him that there were many reasons I want you away from Marek, and your parents. I want you to be safe, and loved, and treated the way you deserve. And I want all this because I... I have been in love with you for a very long time."

Y/N was quiet before him, her face nearly expressionless, extremely hard to read, so Neteyam pressed on.

"We spoke to your parents and we made them an offer. I asked them for your hand. I asked their permission to be your mate."

Remaining stoic, Y/N's expression did not change. Neteyam reached out, taking her hands into his.

"If this is not what you want, you only have to tell me, and we will find a safe place for you. You will have the protection of your Olo'eyktan. Of my family."

Y/N opened her mouth, and then shut it again, and to his great horror, she was crying once more. Soft, quiet tears rolled from her eyes and down her cheeks.

He was prepared to tell her again, she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to do, when she took her hands from his, put them on either side of his face, and pulled his lips to hers.

--

I was frozen as Neteyam spoke. Not only had he saved me from my parents and from Marek, but he had somehow granted me the deepest desire of my heart? A hope that I had never spoken to a single soul?

For years, I had harbored a love for Neteyam, that only grew as we spent more time together.

He was standing before me now, offering me everything I'd ever wanted, and making it clear for the first time in my life, that I had complete control over my own destiny.

Overtaken by relief, gratitude and joy, all I could do was pull him to me in a long overdue kiss.

When I pulled away, Neteyam wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Is that... a yes?" he asked, and I had to laugh.

"Of course it is. And, Neteyam, please know this is not just to escape. I have loved you for a long time. We could have both saved each other some anguish by just admitting that a while ago."

Neteyam pulled me in for a tight hug, and I reveled in how completely safe I felt in his arms. I reveled in the joy of finally becoming a Sully. I reveled in the delight of never having to see my parents again if I didn't want to.

Soon, the tent was full of Neteyam's family once more, cheering, and crying a little, and celebrating.

Jake was the first to pull me into a hug, and he whispered in my ear. "I always knew you were meant to be my daughter, one way or another."

We smiled at each other, and the feeling of calm and safety grew, settling over all of us - and it would never disappear again.

#neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam fic #avatar twow #Jake sully

[wileys-russo]

please write a blurb about finding out that Lessi takes street dancing lessons, going with her to one and then her just being so clumsy!!! It’s so funny

this is longer than anticipated and went in a slightly different direction. starts off a little angsty but the end is super fluffy, still made me giggle

fancy footwork II a.russo

you sighed and tried your very best not to let your mind slowly descent into wildly overthinking the situation as you tapped your phone screen and saw it was now nearing seven, and there was still no sign of alessia.

your girlfriend had finished training at half past four and was supposed to come right home, but given it was hours later and she wasn't picking up her phone she'd clearly failed to inform you of plans she'd made.

well, thats what you were trying to tell yourself. it would be a whole lot easier if this was the first time this had happened, however it was not.

for the last two weeks alessia had seemed not herself, often home late without a real reason, or dipping off to do mystery errands and odd jobs at weird times, returning in different clothes and seemingly a lot more tired than when she left, shutting down any questions you had with a kiss and a swift change of topic.

at first you thought it could be anxiety and this was her way of coping, your girlfriend had previously suffered with it quite badly leading up to selection for the euros, panicking her hamstring would play up again or tweak and leave her out of the squad.

it had meant she'd trained harder, done extra drills, asked for more one on ones with the physio and the trainers.

only you knew in your gut this time that just wasn't the case.

you'd like to think the two of you had healthy communication down to a tee, rarely arguing or getting into rows that weren't the cause of playful banter.

on the rare occasions you did seriously disagree it was seldom that any sort of yelling was involved, you both going out of your way to listen to the other and do your best to try and meet them halfway at least if unable to see eye to eye.

your head snapped up as you heard the jingle of her keys in the door, sat curled up on the lounge with a book in your lap. you frowned when she didn't even call out that she was home like she normally would, only slipping off her trainers and closing the door after her.

"hi love." she greeted you with a tired smile, making no move toward you and instead heading upstairs toward your bedroom with her bag slung over her shoulder.

you sat for a second, internally debating if you followed her or not, eventually deciding you would as you marked your page in your book and placed it down on the coffee table. you jogged upstairs and found the blonde in your shared bedroom, riffling through her kit bag.

"what's a girl gotta do for a kiss hello?" you started lightly, poking at your girlfriend who turned toward you. "sorry, hi." alessia simply pecked your lips before turning back to her kit bag, separating the clean clothes from the dirty and you frowned at the lackluster show of affection.

"you alright?" you asked quietly, moving to place your hand on top of hers and giving her a look of concern as she glanced to you. "i'm fine, just exhausted." she answered shortly, pulling her hand away and bundling her dirty clothes up in her arms, heading toward the laundry.

"did training run late? i know the derbys this weekend and they can sometimes push you harder leading up to it." you followed, pushing yourself up to sit on top of the dryer as the taller girl began to put on a load of washing.

"no, training was fine." she murmured quietly and you let an awkward silence fall between the two of you, waiting to see if she'd make any efforts to further the conversation.

"did you do something afterwards then?" you pressed, not missing the way the girl tensed up at the question. "uh just got coffee with tooney, we caught up with jill at box2box." she answered, refusing to look up or meet your eye which sent further alarm bells ringing through your head that you tried to shut off.

"you should have told me babe i wasn't doing anything." you continued, nudging her with your foot and frowning as she pushed it away. "we don't have to do everything together, it's good to have separate friends and hobbies." the blonde replied somewhat bluntly, squatting down to fiddle with the settings of the washer.

"oh, yeah i guess you're right." you tried to mask the hurt in your voice at the comment which was incredibly out of character for the striker, the two of you normally going out of your way to do everything together, forever joking there wasn't something you couldn't turn into a two person job.

"i'll go start dinner then." you stated quietly, trying to hide the red flush of embarrassment that sat on your cheeks from the thought that your girlfriend might think you were clingy. trying to silence the doubts and insecurities which flew through your head at just a simple comment.

though glancing upward and seeing the obvious discomfort on your face guilt flooded your girlfriends features and she quickly straightened, moving to stand in between your legs, stopping you from getting down from where you sat atop the dryer.

"hey that was really rude of me to say baby i'm so sorry. i didn't mean it like that i promise, i love spending time with you." she cupped your face, pressing a much more sincere kiss to your lips and mumbling a soft i love you against them.

"its okay, you're not wrong. it isn't unhealthy to do some stuff separately." you forced a smile, still feeling a little uneasy at this piling on top of your previous worries about her frequented disappearances.

"i really am sorry gorgeous, i'm just tired and didn't think before i spoke. i missed you." she pulled you into a tight hug, the taller girl resting her chin on your shoulder and gently moving your arms to wrap around her. "i missed you too." you replied softly, sighing into her shoulder before the two of you broke apart.

"less, you'd tell me if anything was up with us right?" you asked hesitantly, the blondes eyebrows knitted into a frown as you did, both from the use of her common nickname which you rarely resorted to, much preferring more tender and sweet terms like baby or angel, and from the content of the actual question.

"of course i would baby. why?" alessia asked in return, worry seeping quickly into her bones as you shook your head. "nothing, it's silly. i'll go start dinner!" you forced another smile and tried to get down but the striker stopped you.

"hey, where's this coming from? talk to me." the blonde encouraged softly, grabbing your hands in hers and running her thumbs tenderly over your knuckles. "just drop it less, like i said it's silly, nothing even." you assured but it was to no avail as her blue eyes pierced into yours, waiting for you to explain.

"it really is nothing baby, you just didn't tell me you had plans with ella so i didn't know where you were after training and you didn't answer your phone and i just got a little worried." you spoke quickly in explanation, fiddling with one of your girlfriends rings as her hands still remained connected with yours.

"oh love, i thought i told you this morning i'd be back late. i'm sorry for worrying you, and i'm sorry i didn't include you in the plan in the first place." your blonde lover apologized sincerely and you nodded in acceptance toward her words.

"if it makes you feel any better jill and ella pretty much spent the whole time teasing me about how in love with you i am, apparently i talk too much about you at training!" the blonde rolled her eyes playfully before peppering all over your face with kisses, grinning as you finally laughed and sent her a proper smile, kicking her away.

"come on, i don't think i can be bothered to cook and clean honestly. get a chinese, cuddles and a movie?" your girlfriend asked hopefully and you eagerly agreed, squealing as she picked you up off the dryer, hands sitting securely under your thighs as she walked the two of you downstairs, seemingly much more herself than before.

but despite the reassurance you still couldn't shake the small voice of doubt sat firmly in the back of your mind.

~

it wasn't till days later, match day to be exact, did those voices get louder.

"oi oi if it isn't the future mrs russo!" you heard a familiar voice tease as you stood waiting for your girlfriend to change and come and meet you, leaning against the door of her car. "hello mrs bunney!" you teased back with a grin, the brunette gasping and smacking your shoulder as she joined you.

"he's gonna be the future mr toone actually thank you, if he's so lucky!" ella flipped her hair over her shoulder dramatically making you laugh. "when do you propose then? should we go ring shopping?" you mocked, the girl dropping her bag to the ground and playfully shoving you, the two of you catching up for awhile.

"so i heard you and less caught up with dear jill scott the other day, surprised i didn't see her here flying the man city flag high and yelling insults. how is she?" you made the mistake of asking, ellas face scrunching in confusion at your words.

"eh? when?" ella asked with a frown and now you were the one to look confused. "wednesday after training. less said she was late home cause the two of you got coffee and caught up with jill?" you questioned, your heart leaping into your throat as ella shook her head.

"nah man wednesdays date night for me and bunny." ella explained and suddenly it was as if your world came crashing down, the repeated excuses of going for a run with ella or a coffee with ella or a kick around with ella on wednesdays flowing through your head.

"hey, you alright?" ella asked softly, grabbing your arms as you locked eyes with her, nodding as you spotted alessia making her way toward the two of you. "yeah fine, maybe she just got mixed up." you forced a smile as ella nodded slowly, alessia arriving and throwing her arms over both your shoulders.

"ah my favourite girl, and you're here too babe." the blonde teased, the jab which normally would only be met with a playful roll of your eyes and a ribbing hit back toward her from you. though this time you shoved her arm off, quickly moving around to the passenger side of the car and slipping inside.

alessia frowned at your moody response and looked to ella with a raised eyebrow who shook her head, mumbling she needed to go and legging it away toward her own car. "what was that?" your girlfriend asked as soon as she closed her door, eyes burning holes into the side of your head.

"you lied." was all you responded sharply, only confusing the blonde across from you who awaited a further explanation, which didn't arrive. "when?" she questioned again, turning her body in her seat to face you more, keys laying dormant in her lap as the carpark cleared, her white mercedes now one of the only vehicles left in the lot.

"you told me you were home late from training because you got coffee with ella, you didn't." you again responded quickly and bluntly, not missing the guilt which flickered across your girlfriends face as you did.

"baby-" "don't." you warned her seriously, now turning to face the blonde properly as you readied yourself, more upset with her than you could ever remember being.

she'd never lied to you before, and you hated lies.

"you spun me some lovely story about seeing jill and being teased for how much you love me and how much you gush over me at training. all bullshit! why? where were you really?" you asked seriously, doing your best not to raise your voice despite your growing frustrations.

"my love-" "don't alessia. where were you?" the blonde winced at the use of her name, biting her tongue as not to beg you call her anything but that. "it doesn't matter, i shouldn't have lied."

"no you shouldn't have! and it does matter, it matters to me. you know i hate lying and if it doesn't matter to you then it can't be that big. so tell me, where were you?" you asked firmly, the blonde only sighing and refusing to meet your eyes, drumming her fingers nervously on the steering wheel.

"well? where were you?" you questioned again, a little louder this time and only met with silence, a pained look on your girlfriends face causing your stomach to drop.

"alessia are you cheating on me?" you eventually whispered out, the anger seeping from your body replaced with a crippling worry as you finally voiced the insecurities which had been plaguing your mind for weeks now.

"am i what? baby no, never. i promise!!" the taller girls head snapped immediately toward you and she scrambled to grab your hands which you promptly tugged away, tucking them in your own lap.

"why would you say that? why would you even think that?" alessia whispered in disbelief, the shock not having cleared from her face.

"well lately you seem to be coming and going a lot and without much explanation why, and always at weird times. you come back sweaty and in different clothes, and i know ella see's joe on a wednesday so all those times you used her as a scapegoat when it was that day, were obviously more lies." you explained quietly, looking out the window instead of at her, unable to stand the look of hurt visibly evident on the taller girls face.

"i can explain all of that, but i promise on everything i am not cheating on you. i love you so much that it hurts and i would never ever take that for granted, you're the best thing in my life." alessia rambled, reaching out again for your hand as you only shrunk away from her and the blonde deflated.

"well go on then." "what?" "you said you can explain all of that, explain then." "can we just drop it? but i promise its not cheating."

"just drop it?" your head snapped toward your girlfriend who paled at her poor choice of words which had clearly upset you further. "you don't get to lie and make me empty promises and then not explain yourself alessia." you warned, trying to open her door as the girl quickly locked them.

"let me out." "no." "explain then!" "no." "alessia you better let me out of this car or i swear to god-" "okay fine! just stop calling me alessia." "explain then...alessia."

"you have to promise you won't laugh." your girlfriend warned seriously and the anger present in your features melted at her choice of words, replaced instead with confusion.

"promise!" alessia stated firmly again, holding up her pinky as you gave her a look of disbelief. "baby! promise me." alessia warned and you rolled your eyes but linked your pinkies none the less and mumbled you promised.

"oh god." alessia sunk down into her seat, dragging her hands down her face with a troubled sigh. "i've been taking dance classes." she mumbled into her hands as she buried her face in them and you frowned, assuming you'd heard her incorrectly.

"pardon?" "i've been taking dance classes." "dance classes?"

"yes! in secret, every wednesday at five thirty. but i'm so bad at it that i've been getting some extra help from the teacher when he's free. who is a flamboyantly gay man by the way!" she was quick to add in, aware of how this could come across.

"you've been taking....dance classes." "yes." "why?" "well i read an article that said it helps athletes with their performance, helps them loosen up their bodies as well as shape and tone, and with the world cup incoming i have to be at my best." "what sort of dance helps with football?" "...street dance."

"like...hip hop? popping and locking and all that?" you bit down on your bottom lip to stop the grin which so badly wanted to take over your face as the blonde nodded.

"yeah. but don't laugh! you promised." alessia warned seriously, though biting the inside of her cheek to stop her own smile from spreading.

"so instead of just telling me about this, you kept it hidden and we had to have our first proper row and i had to think you were cheating on me to finally find out." you sighed as alessias face turned guilty once again and she slowly nodded.

"oh less." you shook your head in slight amusement, the blonde apologizing over and over as she grabbed your hands, sighing in relief when you finally let her take them.

"i guess taking street dance classes is probably more embarrassing than cheating anyway." you commented casually, shock and offence flashing across the older girls face as you eventually gave in, letting laughter wrack at your body.

"you promised you wouldn't laugh!" alessia whined with a pout, though seeing the clear humor in the situation she eventually joined in, the car filled with the symphony of your laughter, both of you clutching at your stomachs and wiping tears from your eyes.

"lessi baby you are such a dope."

~

you eventually filled ella in on what happened, the brunette insisting that you come clean about what happened with the coffee shop lie, alessia was unimpressed but understood she was in the wrong.

though that didn't stop her from refusing to let either one of you go to class with her, or reveal anything else about them, changing the subject anytime it came up or distracting you with a cheeky hickey or her tongue down your throat anytime you pressed the issue.

which is how you'd ended up here, it was a chilly wednesday afternoon and you were crammed into ellas car with the seats leant all the way back, the two of you peering at your girlfriend as she parked, locking her car and heading into the dance studio.

"tooney i don't know about this! it feels wrong." you stressed, fiddling with the strings of your hoodie as the head of blonde hair disapeared inside and ella commanded you both sit up and get out of the car.

"oh don't go mushy and moral on me now man, come on!" ella shot out of the car and you groaned quietly but followed none the less, the two of you hurrying across the car park toward the studio, crouching down by the window as the room inside pulsed from the bass of the music blasting out of it.

"okay on three we look, but we have to be subtle. she can't know we were here!" ella commanded and you nodded firmly, the girl counting down on her fingers before the two of you popped your heads up, peering over the edge of the window.

you both exchanged a look of shock watching alessia dance along to the beat with the class.

well...try to dance.

the poor girl flung her long limbs around and did her best not to fall at the eratic movement, rolling her body and popping her hips terribly out of beat as she tried to keep up with the rest of the class.

as the blonde tripped over herself and went tumbling to the floor tooney let out a sudden loud boom of laughter, your face paling as she smacked her hand over her mouth and the two of you ducked down.

though not before the older blonde had spotted the two of you, hurrying to her feet and mumbling an apology as the class resumed and she burst out of the studio doors, looking around before her eyes locked in on the two of you and narrowed.

"shit we made it angry. go!" ella grabbed you as the two of you jumped to your feet and sprinted away, alessia charging after you with a yell, her long legs meaning she came closer and closer as you and ella neared her car at the other end of the lot.

"tooney save yourself man!" you yelled out dramatically as your girlfriend caught you, tanned arms wrapping you around you and trapping you in their strong hold.

"i'll never forget your sacrifice!" the brunette saluted and wiped away fake tears, diving into her car and peeling out of the lot, yelling out she'd see alessia at training tomorrow before she zoomed away.

"hello footloose." you teased, tilting your head back to look up at your girlfriend who glowered down at you with a glare. "i hope that was worth it, because now i am going to kill you." you laughed as the taller girl dragged you with her toward her car, already deciding she wasn't going back to class today.

"tooney will make sure the police find out who did it." "my best friend? i'm sure i can sway her to take my side as an alibi." "okay ouch." "plus, no body no crime. i'm gonna drown you in the river babygirl."

~

"okay my love lets just start off slow. finding the beat and following the rhythm." you instructed softly, you and alessia stood facing one another in the living room, having moved some furniture around so the space was more clear.

with much persistence you'd managed to convince her to let you help her with her dancing, the poor girls private lessons only furthering her embarrassment as they did very little to help her keep up in class.

so once she'd told you she was going to quit you took matters into your own hands to stop that happening, and here you were.

clicking play on the music you started to move your body from side to side with the beat, clicking along as you did so, alessia watching you intently before you encouraged her to join in.

"see? just relax baby, stop thinking about it so hard and just....move."

it was around two hours later but you'd already made progress, you stood up on the lounge clapping along to the beat as your girlfriend rolled her body along and started to finally get a hold over the routine.

"yes! see you're doing it!" you cheered her on excitedly as she finally made it all the way through without tripping over. "okay now freestyle, remember what i said no thinking, just move." you ordered as the song changed and you continued to clap along to the beat.

"go lessi, go lessi, go lessi, go lessi." you chanted over and over as your girlfriend danced around the room, spurred on by your encouragement.

"baby you did it!" you yelled happily as the song ended and you launched yourself at her from the lounge, the taller girl catching you in her arms as you pressed your lips to hers, her hands squeezing your thighs as your legs wrapped around her.

"hey where are you going? we're not done yet you only did the routine all the way through once!" you laughed and pulled away as she began to walk the two of you towards the stairs.

"well tesoro i think this has been so successful that we need to continue this little private lesson in the bedroom."

#woso x reader #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #engwnt #woso blurbs

[dearshelby]

The dearest guest | T.S

Summary: Tommy promised to attend her birthday party.

A/N: This is for Daisy's (@peakyltd) birthday and followers celebration. I went for the prompt "Is it too late for a birthday kiss?" because I thought it was very Tommy coded, hope you like it <3

The scent of clean bedsheets relaxed her tired muscles, her birthday party was a success, she got many gifts, the cake was delicious and yet, nothing was better than her own company after a long day.

Only one thing was lacking for everything to be perfect, but that, she chose to ignore, aware brooding over the subject would only ruin the special date. It didn't matter, she tried to convince herself.

But it did, she had especially requested Tommy's presence, inviting him personally and in advance so he wouldn't schedule anything else. He said he'd come. He didn't.

It didn't matter, he's an idiot and not to be trusted, she thought, pulling the blanket over her back. However, much to her surprise, the sound of a car parking in front of her house was followed by three strong knocks on the door.

Slowly, she got out the bed, heading downstairs and peeking through the peephole before letting him in. Tommy entered the house slowly, leaning against the wall.

"Seems that you had a big party," he eyed the balloons she chose not to pop in the kitchen.

"Yeah, everyone came, everyone," she cynically smiled, not bothering to hide his absence upset her.

He sighed, staring at her through his eyelashes, it was the closest she'd get to an apology. Tommy reached for something in his pocket, revealing a small white box, the label was covered by a ribbon bow. Without ceremony, he handed it to her.

"Thanks," her eyes widened as she opened the gift, red lipstick in her favorite tone, but what really surprised her was the braid - a french and overpriced one, which only sells on the fancier side of London.

"Here," he started, "let me put it on you,"

Tommy gently took the makeup from her hands, holding her chin between his thumb and index. She tensed up as he stepped closer, minutes ago she was ready to let him go, ending their project of relationship since he didn't seem able to put any effort in it.

But when he looked so focused on her, with dilated blue eyes and a cute pout, she just froze in place. Tommy was a complicated and unpredictable man, she liked him, she liked him a lot.

"There," he said once he was done.

"Uhm, how does it look?" she asked, ignoring the heat on her cheeks.

"Red," he answered, "beautiful,"

A shy smile showed on her lips and quickly vanished, him being sweet by then didn't change the fact he didn't attend her party.

"Is it too late for a birthday kiss?" he flirted.

"Well, it's past midnight so yes,"

Frowning, he slightly nodded, shocked by her rejection.

"Why didn't you come?" she finally asked.

"Love, I-"

"You don't want anyone to know? That we are…something?"

"Michael was arrested,"

Her stomach sank at the explanation, she thought so badly of him and in the end, he spared time to visit even though he was full of problems.

"Tommy, I- I'm sorry," she rested her hands on his shoulders, "I'm sorry, I didn't know,"

His jaw clenched, at this point he should be used to people assuming the worst of him - not that he was a saint - but it still upset him.

"So can I kiss you now?"

With a sly smile, she attached their lips together. Her birthday was officially perfect.

#tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic

[flower-boi16]

the thing is with viv's fat "rep" she could've actually done something good with it if she put THOUGHT behind as to WHY these characters act that way. she has such a large audience she could've impacted them in a meaningful way but as we all always say, it's viv. so that dream goes down the drain.

as someone who is overweight *because* of eating disorder issues, someone who fits the stereotype of "eating too much" and thus being heavier, i am the punching bag for people and "jokes" and harassment because of that. i remember watching the beezlebub episode, being excited for the design, and maybe just a LITTLE representation - and then boom! It's just furry bait 2.0 with lava lamp hair and the same build like every female character in the hellaverse. you can make asmodeus horny, you can make mammon greedy, but you can't make beezlebub a glutton? she literally summons FOOD. if you're gonna represent nothing but stereotypes, why not stick to it?? same went for mimzy. only character i was excited for and she's just another asshole and hated for it, even though the main cast isn't better in any way, but that's H*H and H*B for you, hypocrisy.

maybe adam got severely depressed when lilith left, and thus, he started stress eating, or that mammon does it because he feels like he never has enough (greed). just a half-assed explanation would've sufficed.

anyways, much much love to the beezlebub redesigns out there.

All of what you said would require Viv to actually put effort into her fat rep, which she clearly doesn't care about. She'd rather make all of her fat characters one-dimensional stereotypes than have actual depth, while she tries to put effort into her skinny-ass characters and give them depth, the fat ones are all just one-dimensional assholes with little depth.

I don't hate Beezlebulb's design as much as others do but the fact that Viv made a GLUTTON look skinny af is very weird, but then again, that's probably because then Viv would be forced to make a fat character that's more than just a one-dimensional asshole, so she made her skinny instead.

Also, the fact that Adam is apparently supposed to be fat despite STILL LOOKING SKINNY AF. Like, if you want to make a character fat, do the bare fucking minimum and ACTUALLY MAKE HIM LOOK FAT!!!!! But that would take effort, now would it? And that's the thing, Viv doesn't put effort into her fat characters; she always makes them one-dimensional assholes with no depth, none of them are actual characters, they all have the same fucking personality.

Oh, and I'll also never forget the fact that Viv had a fat character, Mammon, fat shame fucking FIZZAROLLI OF ALL CHARACTERS. Fizz looks skinny as hell! Yes, fat people can be fatphobic but like wouldn't it make more sense for Mammon to fat shame an actual FAT CHARACTER? But again, doing that would take effort, and Viv clearly doesn't want to do that.

I used to think that Viv can't be fatphobic because she herself is fat - until someone in my replies pointed out that fat people can still be fatphobic so...

...ya, judging by Viv's writing, she's very fatphobic. Until Viv actually makes a fat character with actual effort put into them, my mind is not going to change. Honestly, when I become a writer when I grow older I'll look at Hellaverse as a clear lesson of what NOT TO DO when making a fat character.

#vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #vivziepop criticism #hazbin hotel criticism #anti fatphobia #tw: fatphobia

[archivalofsins]

Q6: Is there a prisoner you aren’t fond of?

Kazui: To be honest, that'd be Kashiki-chan as well. She shows me things I’m not that fond of seeing.

TL;DR: Kazui is the type that states he was lying to protect others, Yuno is the type who'd say, "I was just being honest" in the face of those she's hurt. Despite being incredibly similar, they were bound to rub each other the wrong way at times because the way they execute things and conduct themselves is so fundamentally different.

It's really not surprising to me that Kazui answered, "Is there a prisoner he's not fond of?" with Kashiki, Yuno. Even though they are the most similar, they are also the antithesis of each other when it comes to implementation.

Yuno believes that, above all, it's more important to be honest to herself. Regardless of if that hurts her or those around her. She won't be bothered to deal with things she doesn't want to or smile for others when she doesn't feel like smiling.

A mindset that she has in a way pushed on others within Milgram including Kazui himself.

20/08/02

Mahiru: Yeah, I’m asking for what you like in the opposite sex! I mean, with a lifestyle like this we have a lot of free time, right? So earlier when I was talking with all the other girls we got onto the topic! It’s not often you get a chance like this to live with a mix of men and women together, so I thought it might be nice to use the chance to talk about stuff like this in preparation for when we leave.

Kazui: Ah…… Haha, I understand. I can see that’d be the sort of thing girls your age would be interested in, huh. How peaceful. What I like in the opposite sex… I don’t know if what I say will really be a good reference for you…… Ah, you know, since I’m at this age. I like a girl who can just smile free of worries. Seeing that’d make my old, tired heart feel young again.

Yuno: Uh-huh, I see, I see. ……that’s a total lie, right?

Kazui: Haha…… Give me a break here. You sure don’t make things easy for people, Kashiki-chan.

Because Yuno can't understand why someone else would bother with lying or putting on airs for the comfort of others or even themselves. She'd rather things be out in the open for what they are instead of needing to label them as good or bad.

This is something she tries to enforce with others she's interested in or views slightly favorably as well regardless of whether she recognizes she's doing it or not.

20/07/08

Yuno: Hey, Mikoto-san. Don’t you get tired being so conscious of others all the time? I mean, you’re free to do what you want, though.

Mikoto: Eh…… Aha, what are you talking about?I’m not being conscious or anything. It’s normal to make sure to get along with everyone, right? I mean, when you put it like that, aren’t you the same, Yun-chan? You’re always smiling and getting on with everyone, too.

Yuno: I don’t smile unless I actually want to. But with you, when you’re talking with other people it’s more like you only smile deliberately. So I kept thinking, don’t your cheeks get tired? Ah, is this just what happens when you become a working adult? ……you see people like that sometimes.

Mikoto: Haha, you don’t mince your words do you. …….that was never my intention, but now that you mention it, yeah, I guess I do. This might’ve been since I started my job too…… But like, if I was rude to everyone I met, all my efforts would come to nothing, right?

Her thought process probably being this person is alright, but they'd be better if they stopped concerning themselves with the thoughts of others or even their own and just did what they wanted to do. Because through not regarding anyone's feelings even hers Yuno has been able to free herself from needing to interrogate whether her actions are good or bad and instead just look at them as things she did that cannot be changed.

This is why she's so quick to draw to attention that Kazui lies to protect himself, but she does it for nothing. Because no one is important to her, not even herself. By removing herself and others from that discussion, she doesn't have to face the thought that these things did matter to her and influence her choices.

Because taking those things into consideration would ultimately ammount to labeling her choices or the outcome of them as good or bad. Something that could lead to regrets. Which,

Q.17 Do you have anything you regret?

Yuno: Regretting things achieves nothing, don’t you think?

If Kazui said the truth is what killed someone, Yuno's very existence embodies that idea. Along with her constant subtle pushing for individuals whom she probably likes to be more honest with themselves. Yuno to Kazui is a daily reminder of the harm being too honest can cause.

It's Yuno because even though I doubt she's being this way with any ill intent, she can be too forward and pushy when it comes to others living in an honest way. Because she believes that being honest and true to herself is what's most important regardless of her or anyone else's feelings/safety.

Just like her namesake implies,

Q.04 What’s the origin of your name?

Yuno: It means to be kind and true to myself.

[TN: Literal meaning of the kanji 優 (yu) and 乃 (no) respectively which make up her name.]

Kazui is shown to dislike this approach of doing things within his second trial voice drama. He also calls Yuno out for being uncaring and self-absorbed during her birthday. Asking why she's helping Shidou care for Mahiru despite her seeming generally disinterested in the well-being and safety of those around her. He's very forward about it or as forward as he can be. He recognizes that Yuno is cold and inconsiderate towards everyone in the pursuit of living in a way true to herself.

So, even though they are the most similar, they are also the most different. Just like in regards to Futa and Kotoko.

To put it very simply, Kazui is the type that claims he was lying to protect others, Yuno is the type who'd say, "I was just being honest" in the face of those she's hurt. Making them both very similar but incredibly likely to rub each other the wrong way at times.

#milgram #kazui mukuhara #yuno kashiki

[dia-land]

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FEMALE SAKAMAKI HEADCANNONS 🍷

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💤 Shu 💤

She is the laziest girl you'll ever know. When shes at home, she'll be sleeping, when she's in the limbo she'll be sleeping, when she's in school she'll be sleeping. Just everywhere!

And she's always got her headphones in her ears, whenever you see her.

You may think, all girls like to keep tidy and they all love dressing up and flirting. But Shu? All she likes to do is sleep and lay around. She puts no effort into dressing up, cleaning, and cooking NOTHING. And flirting? Nahhh that is just a waste of time as well.

No matter how lazy she is she still gets a lot of guys. Yep. By doing nothing. She is very attractive to all the guys and they all wanted her. When they tried to talk to her. She'd just look at them coldly until they went away.

Speaking about looking, her eyes were a very icy blue colour. If you ever make eye contact with her, you'd freeze. Literally.

Her hair is really long and wavy. She still thought it was a hassle to keep it long but it was a hassle to cut it off too. So she couldn't care less for her hair and just always just has them down. If she did tie them up, it'd be a messy bun. Her hair is VERY tangled.

Her height is kinda tall around 5'7'.

She is very p3rverted. She may look bored and not interested in anything at all but she is secretly really perverted. Once, she teleported into the boys P.E changing room and snuck behind one of the lockers and looked at guys changing. And it wasn't only guys. GIRLS TOO.

She would also try to peek under the girls skirts. But no one really noticed her p3rverted side due to her laziness.

🔬 Reiji 🔬

STRICT MOMMY. 😩

Ok no seriously, she is the strictest girl you'll ever know. She does not like having fun at all and takes everything really seriously.

She loves to keep everything tidy and clean.

If you DARE disobey her, she'll punish you HARD. No matter how tall or stronger you are than her she'll still easily have control over you.

Her glares are the s3xiest yet scariest thing ever. Her magenta eyes that always seem to be boiling with anger can pierce through your heart and keep you shivering . And her long black hair is always smooth and beautifully straight.

Her height is tall, around 5'8'.

If you ever mess with her, you'll be in a lot of trouble. Her punishments are so painful you'd be crying for your mum. Whips, scratches, bites, knives, chains, poison. Take everything seriously when you're with her.

When she calls you to have tea with her, you won't know what to say. If you say yes, the tea may be poisoned but if you say no, she'll punish you. Dealing with her is really hard.

Never bring up anything about her past to her. Unless you're in for another punishment. But there's one more thing that you should NEVER talk to her about. You guessed it, Shu.

If you know Reiji, she hates Shu's guts. Everything about Shu disgusts Reiji.

She always tells off her sisters for almost everything but for Shu, it's on another level. Girl won't even let her breathe.

Her lectures are long as fck. Like you'll just be sitting there as she goes on muttering nonsense.

I wouldn't say she's really that p3rverted but when she's in the mood, prepare yourself.

For example, if you were studying or just sitting down, she'll come and sit on your l@p and play with your hair or something like that. You'll get the hint that she's in the mood for it if she does that's cause she usually never does that.

🏀 Ayato 🏀

SHE. IS. SO. ANNOYING.

She's like that fly that doesn't go away.

No matter what you do she'll come back chanting for your blood. Yep, just like a fly asking for blood instead of buzzing.

She calls herself 'yours truly' and will ask you to call her that too. Seriously at this point she's gonna make you call the police. But I'd doubt they'd do anything as well.

When she isn't annoying, she's probably just playing basketball or just doing something to distract herself. She is very talented at basketball. Like if you walk into her room, you'll see trophies and medals all over the place. She thinks that she's the best at everything and is very narcissistic and selfish. But sports is like the only thing she's good at, anything else like, maths, science, history, music. She'd fail all those subjects.

Sometimes if she's busy or just doesn't wanna do her homework she'd ask someone to do it for her, and if they don't do it, she'll be ready to fight.

When shes playing basketball, her long red hair keeps coming on her face. She NEVER ties up her hair. Even some teachers ask her to tie up her hair due to how long it is but she never listens.

She is really popular. Mainly in sports and cause everyone thinks she's cool. Her uniform is always put on wrong. She usually leaves the top buttons open. But if she did have the buttons done, they would be all over the place. Like the top button would be on the bottom buttons place. But she really can't care less.

Her eyes are a lot more calmer than the rest of her tomboyish appearance. They remind everyone of nature and beautiful leaves and flowers. They are just calm to look at.

Her height is 5'5'.

She is really rude most of the time and has a lot of demands. You better give her what she wants.

She's also known for being really cheesy and flirty with people. She always winks at people she finds hot and talks to them.

She loves food. Mainly takoyaki but she'll happily eat anything.

She doesn't only annoy people from school but also her brothers. She gets along mostly with laito.

Reiji always has to scold her cause she's always yelling and breaking things around the house purposely.

She is really p3rverted. She would try to touch you where she wants anywhere. At school, home in front of her sisters, out shopping, ANYWHERE. She simply doesn't give a damn about what other ppl are thinking, she doesn't care.

🐻 Kanato 🐻

She's a soft girl.

Whenever you look at her, it'll look like she's really sleepy and weak. But if you know Kanato, she's anything but weak.

Watch what you say to her cause if you make the wrong move, she'll be ready to slice your throat. Regardless of her height.

Talking about her height, she's only 5'2'. Her sisters always mock her cause of that. Sometimes, Ayato takes teddy and throws it to laito and they play with it throwing teddy around. It really frustrates Kanato but she can't really do anything about that cause of her height.

Forget about her height, she's still very strong. Especially to humans. No matter how tall you are, she'll still be stronger but she will have difficulties slapping you or doing anything to your face cause she's just too short.

Her hair is mostly in pigtails or just some cute style but sometimes when she's not motivated her hair is opened.

And her eyes. They're a confusing greyish purple colour. They look very dull yet interesting. What's under her eyes are eye bags, cause she has difficulty sleeping that's why. It may not exactly suit others but it's somehow attractive on her.

She loves to dress up as fairies and princesses. And she likes to pretend that she's having tea parties with her teddies. She loves all her toys but there's one that she'll never ever throw away. Teddy. Teddy is her oxygen. She would kill someone for her precious teddy. But again, it's hard for her to do that when she's, y'know. Short. So sometimes she just harshly punishes whoever touched teddy cause it's too hard for her to just kill them.

She's not really a p3rverted or h0rny person. But when she is she's really physical. And will force you if she wants it.

🎩 Laito 🎩

She's uncontrollably p3rverted. 24/7.

Unbelievably, she's even more annoying than Ayato sometimes.

She's so annoying sometimes you'd just wanna take a knife and stap her, but that won't work cause shes immortal.

She'll make you wanna call the police but she'll somehow act innocent and persuade the police to believe her instead. There's no escape from her.

Her hair is very silky. And her bangs are really long. You often can't see them because she wears a hat.

Her eyes are kinda similar to Ayato's but darker. They look more mischievous too. They kinda look like green venom something poisonous.

She's really flirty. She'll start flirting with anyone she sees.

It is really hard to not fall for her but the more you spend time with her, the more you fall in love. But don't get fooled, cause she might seem like she loves you too but realistically, she doesn't know real what love is. She only believes it's physical, not emotional.

Whenever you bring up the fact that being physical isn't love, she'll just laugh and force herself upon you even more. It's hard to deal with her about this.

She's the same height as Ayato but sometimes she looks taller cause she wears heels. But her real height is 5'5'.

When she isn't p3rverted. (Thank god.) She likes to play crosswords or play the piano. Those activities kinda distract her from her usual p3rverted actions.

When she's in a really good mood, she'll play especially for you! It'll put you in a good mood knowing that she's more than just p3rverted.

⚰️ Subaru ⚰️

A lot of people from her school call her emo and they don't like her. Honestly she acts like she doesn't care but whenever that happens she's really insecure and sad from the inside.

She needs someone to tell he that she's perfect.

She mostly wears black and and acts depressed, that is why everyone call her that.

Her hair is not that long but it goes a bit bellow her shoulders. She always has one side of her hair over her eye. Her eyes are a deep red colour. Like a red apple.

Her height is 5'6', but cause she wears buncky shoes it makes her look a bit taller.

She has serious anger issues that she finds hard to control. Telling her to stop would just make her even more scarier and angrier. Reiji always tells her to stop but she'd do it again and again.

Ayato really gets on her nerves. And laito. Forget it, all the triplets piss her off.

Ayato is just too annoying. Kanto is just like a baby. And laito is just a p3rvert.

She didn't really mind Reiji but if Reiji keeps telling Subaru off for things, she gets pissed off.

Shu is the only sane person in the family to her.

Subaru acts really quiet and uninterested in most things but if she loves you, she'll be ready to give you the world. It could be if you're just friends or lovers.

She also secretly loves listening to rock metal music. Once Ayato found out about it and made fun of her for listening to that, so from that day, Subaru didn't really listen to music any more. If she did, it would be in her earphones. (That she hardly uses).

Shes not a horny person at all. In fact, if you talk about anything relating to the topic, she would just blush and try to run away from you. But if she is in the mood, it's different. She'd act like she doesn't wanna do anything like that but she would secretly want to do the wildest things ever. It's pretty confusing when you're with her.

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((I'm so sorry I answered this late! I hope you like it though. 😊💕))

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[jeanette-luminia]

Hey, i wanna thank you for the "Whould had been the one" fic! Seriously it made me cry!! You took exactly what i was looking for, so thank you!! 💞 and i want to request another one if it's not a problem, Larissa x femreader inspired in tolerate it by taylor swift!

𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 || 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑺

a/n: I'm sorry it took so long! My life is a mess rn. Also I don't know if I interpret the song correctly, this is just from my perspective.

Warning: kinda asshole larissa :( , reader deserves to be loved, arranged marriage.

You stared at her on the other side of the living room, watching her reading with her head low. The way she lets herself relax as she quietly reads next to the fireplace. When falls asleep, you watch her breathing with her eyes closed. Grabbing a blanket and covering her from the cold night.

You noticed everything. Everything she does, everything she doesn't. She was older and wiser while you were just a kid. A kid in her and everyone's eyes.

You hate it. You hate it even more how she tolerates the way you put the effort into your relationship. Waiting every night for her to come home, putting fancy shit on the table. She tolerates everything.

She tolerates you.

It was a matter of arrangement between you and Larissa. An arranged marriage for your father to support the outcast community that you know he doesn't care about. But needed a good reputation, seemingly enough, supporting the outcast was an easier route. The school needed support that time, and with a heavy heart, Larissa agreed to marry you.

She set out one rule for you. Never fall in love with me.

It was her only rule.

You tried your hardest to please her, at least for you to be comfortable with each other's company. You stayed at home, as she said. You would greet her everyday when she comes home. Cleaning the whole house till she likes it.

You became madly in love with her.

You always hope she'd change. That one day, one day, she'd greet you with a smile, kiss your forehead goodbye, and smile as she entered your shared house to see you, to hug you. You longed for her to change.

And loving her hurts so much.

Longing is painful. Keeping your hopes up is painful. Loving Larissa Weems is painful.

"Welcome home, Larissa." you greeted as she walked past you as if you didn't exist. You forxced yourself to smile.

"Have you eaten today? I made your favorite."

"How would you know my favorite?" she bitterly said, taking a glass of water before gulping it.

You clenched your jaw, feeling your heart break. Then, you chuckled, letting a few tears slip by your eyes. "Because I actually make an effort."

"you and I both know this is an arrangement." she sighed. "I don't get why you're still making an effort."

You snapped your eyes towards her. "Because I fell in love with you damn it!" you slammed your hands to the counter.

"And I know you had a rule but god, I still fell for you." Her eyes widened, shocked from that moment. "And It hurts. It hurts loving you because I know you tolerate it, tolerate me."

"Then why don't you leave?"

You sniffled. "because I know how much you care for Nevermore Academy." you straighten your posture, feeling an overwhelming pain wash over you. "The least that I could do is to stay."

You turned to her, eyes puffy and wobbly lips. "If you want me to stop, then I'll stop caring."

She hated it. She hated how she pushed you away.

She hated how you became cold to her. How you manage to make this house empty even with you in it. She hated how lonely it has been.

She hated it. She hated how she managed to love you after she gave you scars that will never heal.

She hated herself. She hated that she loved you too late.

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#☕: writes #larissa weems x reader #gwendoline christie x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie

[unecoccinellenoire]

25 + 31 gabenath

Gabriel's hands don't tangle in her hair as they kiss. When he takes down her bun it's without his usual reverence. And then after he doesn't curl her hair around his fingers as they lie curled up together.

He doesn't like it.

He'd complimented it when he saw it, but there had been a tightness round his eyes, and a stiffness to his apparently positive remark.

He doesn't like it.

All that effort, and time, and damage for nothing.

And the worst of it is that she doesn't even know what he dislikes about it.

He's been so evasive when she's tried asking his opinion again. All non-committal phrases about it being a change, and him being glad to see her feeling herself again enough to experiment. It makes it impossible to tell if he just dislikes the shade, or finds her pale imitation of Emilie in a more obvious way now, or if he doesn't think it suits her.

It is, she thinks, really rather unfair of him.

Usually she adores this time spooning in their bed together but this time his reactions and how they make clear is dislike, how even now he’s not playing with it or nuzzling into it, threaten to send her into a spiral of irritation if she doesn’t stop herself

So she asks him. “Do you think something warmer would look better?"  

It's true the platinum she's ended up to is closer to Amélie's shade than Emilie's gold but she just doesn't have the complexion for something that warm. Any shade of blonde is stretching it for her anyway but she'd thought by toning down the yellow it would be cool enough to pass.

His answer is a murmur sleep-heavy with confusion. “Look better?”

"My hair. I..." how best to put it, "I'm not sure about it. Would a different shade of blonde look better?"

It’s as clear a route forward as she can give him.

Gabriel is silent for a worrying amount of time, then, “are you set on blonde? I didn't want to- but if you don't like it then...”

She’s glad he can’t see her face as she asks. “You'd prefer a different colour?”

"Prefer is- that is. I liked your old hair, but if you want to be blonde then I'm sure we can find you the best shade for it. Though I'd probably have guessed something like you have."

She swallows the lump in her throat. Stupid Nathalie. How could she think she could eever compare to Emilie. Better to be obviously not her than to attempt to be her and fail.

“You preferred my old hair?”

 “I wouldn't- I guess I'm just used to it, I'll get used to this. Just because I miss it doesn't mean anything if this what you want.”

“I thought it was what you'd want.”

 “Why would I want you to ru-” Gabriel cuts off suddenly without completing that last word.

 When he doesn’t seem likely to continue she prompts him.  “To what?”

“It's just. Look the dark hair suits you better Nathalie. And maybe I'm just biased because that's how your hair was when I fell in love with you but I do think it sets off your features better. What on earth did I say to make you think you should go blonde?"

Nathalie's throat is full, “Emilie was blonde.”

It feels stupid now she says it.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Because...you don't love me like you did her. So...” the words feel clumsy on her tongue as she tries to explain, “why wouldn't you want me to be more like her?”

“I've never wanted you to be like Emilie.”

“Don't pretend Gabriel.” She snaps, “You're been happier since I've dressed more like her and tried to be, you know, more...like her.”

His collections had blossomed as she’d starting wearing lighter colours, he’d beamed as he’d gifted her clothes designed for her apparently unknowing that he was truly still designing for Emilie. The fashion press had loved it.

And he’d loved it too- loved this new version of her. She’d seen it, how he’d light up as she forced himself to smile. Or the relaxation in the line of his shoulders as he realised he could hide behind the small talk she was awkwardly making with none of Emilie’s natural talent or nurtured poise, but that apparently still managing well enough for the hostess of Gabriel Agreste’s party.

How he’d stopped talking about how Emilie used to do things when she’d managed to work out how Emilie had done them and copied her.

How even Adrien too responded like a flower unfurling his petals to the sun when she tried to channel is mother’s natural warmth and concern into her conversations with him.

How she did a better job filling the empty space Emilie had left the more like Emilie she was.

Yet somehow Gabriel gasps. “What?”

“We both know it.” She reminds him. She doesn’t need him to act. Not when he’s not capable of keeping it up.

"You've been-, the hair is-, why do you-.” He sits up suddenly, leaning over her to look down at her face. “I do love you Nathalie."

She refuses to look up at him, continuing resolutely to stare at the wall instead. “I know.”

“You know? But then-”

“Emilie was the love of your life," she interrupts him, "and I'm your best friend who you love. And do admittedly you are clearly somewhat attracted to me or we worried be,” she swallows, “here. It's different."

“Somewhat attracted to you?” And before she thinks to get off of their bed, one of his legs is over her trapping her in place, and his hands are pulling her onto her back.

“Nathalie Sancoeur,” Gabriel declares from his position over her, “we wouldn’t be here if I was just somewhat attracted to you. Do you think I’d-“

“You flirt with people to flatter them and get what you want all the time,” she tries to stay unaffected by their position even though she is so weak for this man, “And I’m- I’m what you have. Why wouldn’t you-“

“You,” it’s his turn to interpret, “are speaking utter nonsense right now. I am in love with you. And terribly attracted to you. Emilie was my first love, and she’ll always have part of my heart, but the fact that you’re the second woman I fell in love with doesn’t make my love for you any less real or any less strong than what I felt for her.”

“But you like me more when I was more like her.”

“I liked that you seemed happy.”

“What?”

“I liked that you seemed more confident and less like you had to hide your emotions all the time. I thought that meant you trusted us. I liked seeing you go out of your comfort zone with clothes because I thought you were experimenting and having fun and developing the new you as mylover and not my executive assistant anymore. I was trying to encourage you out of your shell! It was never! Ever! About you being more like Emilie. That’s- that’s perverse.”

”But,”

“I love you Nathalie,” he lets his weight gently down at on her, “I want you by my side, not you attempting to be Emilie. I love you.”

He kisses her as if to make his point, more softly than he had earlier but with a determination as he coaxes her lips apart. However tired he’d been earlier it seems gone now as he kisses her like he can’t believe he’s getting the chance to, like she’s a goddess that ought to be far above his station.

“I love you,” he murmurs between kisses and as he begins to trail away from her lips as if he could imprint his love into every inch of her skin, “you’re the one I want. I love you.”

#gabenath #Gabriel Agreste #Nathalie Sancoeur #prompt fic #my fic

[cheesewelsom]

An AU where all their children marry each other. ( hanahaki AU too ) [ and instead of the flowers being the ones the crush likes, it's now what the crush represents ]

( At this point, im too tired of not shipping Incest okay? It's the incest show anyways, save me my scraps of pride. )

Everyone's aged up for the appropriate setting.

Aemond and Lucerys are getting married. Everyone supports it, Even Alicent who everyone thought wouldn't agree because of her religion..

But she does.

The marriage was like basking in Golden sunlight and purple rain, it was beautiful, majestic and the married couples faces looks so much like flowers happily dancing in the wind.

Alicent could almost see her and Rhaenyra's faces standing in front of the alter, saying those vows with thrumming hearts and happy smiles.

Maybe in the past... Far into the past it could've been..

But not now.

[ The flowers are now planted ]

The next wedding, Jacaerys and Aegon's.

She was so proud of him after he changed, spite what everyone told he couldn't, he did and apologized.. even if apologies didn't reach for what he had done, he tried everything to be better. And he was.

He is.

Both Alicent and Rhaenyra were tasked with finding the Priest, Decorations everything..

It felt like she was getting ready for her own wedding, but she couldn't go too ahead of herself.

She asked Aegon about idea's, tossed them around and then she'd report back to Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra did the same.

Again, she imagined the whole wedding to be hers and Rhaenyra.

[ Flowers come out of her mouth, they look majestic. ]

It was selfish, but it uplifted her spirits.

The next comes in the form of Rhaena and Helaena. She almost pukes.

[ The flowers angerly decided to stay down, rustling in her stomach and thorns scratching her throat )

She didn't know if she could do this, she didn't. This wedding was more taxing than the first two. A lot more taxing.

The only relief if that there is no brown haired person in front of the alter.

The flowers didn't think it was enough, sadly, and they started acting out horribly.

She wanted to be distant with this wedding, but after a few minutes of not talking and being awkward in the room, Rhaenyra had enough and pulled her aside.

" I don't know what has gotten into you? Why are you not putting as much effort as i seen with the other two? Heleana's starting to get nervous and your children- " before Rhaenyra could even finish, Alicent's stomach hurt and her lungs felt like hell, the flowers decided to come bursting out.

And burst out they did.

Cascading down her mouth were a flurry of purple flowers from old.

An old Valyrian Flower, from the place where her fathers model copied from..

Rhyserys represents Freedom, Love, Joy, Fairness, Good-natured and to some lengths, Romantic.

They also represent sharpness, Determination and Protection..

They grow anywhere, in any weather. They're blue fading into purple, flowers on vines, They're full of life, green leaves, and two cool colors.

Now vines are coming out of Alicent's mouth, with a dance of what seems like a hundred flowers, and blood, so much of it attached to the thorns and Rhaenyra's panicking because Alicent might die.

Alicent pulls of the vines, she pulls and pulls until they're out.

"Sorry, couldn't speak.." Alicent mumbled as blood dripped down from her mouth.

Rhaenyra is just looking at the heap of Vein flowers on the floor, with tiny specks of blood. Then she stomps..

"What the fuck are you? and how dare you hurt her! " She keeps shouting at the flowers while stomping at them. A string of angry curses, names, and insults follow.

Alicent just looks dumbfounded and laughs, even if her throat feels like a thousand needs poked through her she still did, her voice sounded terrible, so did choking on blood, but it was hilarious..

Rhaenyra didn't think so as she fussed her towards the Maester even if she told Rhaenyra she was okay.

After the whole family got together after hearing about the visit from the Maester, she told everyone she was alright. She's happy that Rhaenyra kept it a secret.

Next wedding is on the battlefield, Alicent got kidnapped the Targaryens are trying to her back, alot of shit goes down and now Alicent is in the middle of the battlefield, Struck down by an arrow to her stomach, Rhaenyra holding her close as they near the tents.

"Alicent, Alicent please don't close your eyes, don't fall asleep, just listen to my voice okay? " Rhaenyra's voice was scrambled and panicked, a broken foot isn't exactly was she needed right now.

Alicent smiles as she touches Rhaenyra's face.

She was ready to face death ever since she knew the flowers. She read a book about them and how the only way to get rid of them is through confession or being cut open to tear them away with her emotions.

She couldn't imagine herself as a person without loving Rhaenyra, so she didn't.

She kept it all inside, ready to die with her love.. now she can die for her.

"You look so pretty. " She weakly beats out of her lungs, the flower's grow against the arrow.

"Thank you, but now is not the time for that Ali. You can stare at my face as long as you'd like, I'd even stay still as a statue for you, you just need to be there for it, okay? "

"Don't you think the weddings looked nice? We worked really hard on them. "Alicent inched on. It was now or never.

"Alicent, just say yes okay? Just breath for me even if i know it's nearly impossible with the flowers and the the whole arrow but i need you to breath, i need you alive, breathing air, looking at my face, at your children okay? "

"The vows of the seven, it's quite funny how Targaryens have so little faith in them but still use them in matrimonial ceremonies.. is it because the old Valyrian has no records of any rituals? "

"Ali, why are you still talking?? I love hearing your voice, a nice thing to know that you're still alive but if you keep using your breath like this you won't make it. Just please, let me make sure i see you tomorrow okay? Let me hear your voice tomorrow as i force you to finally ride Syrax with me because life is too short already and fate is trying to take you away from me again. "

"Rhaenyra, that almost sounds like a love message. " Alicent would laugh is she could feel her lungs.

"Because it is. " The world stops. " I don't know how you can't even see it, even your son with one eye can clearly see us in front of an altar for all to see yet you still hide. And when i found out that you're were love with another- "

"I confessed first. " Alicent cuts her off, "in- in the book it said that if you let the person you are in love with, see the flowers that have bloomed in your lungs because of them, it is said that you have confessed eternally love for them to see... You practically stomped on my heart which comes in the form of flowers from my lungs. "

"... That's a shitty wedding speech. "

"What? "

"You were talking about weddings, then suddenly bring the fact that i stomped on your confession and called the things that caused you pain, a heart. I had every right of being angry at the things keeping my love in agony. "

"No.. wedding speech? "

"That's the thing you settle on hearing? But yes. I am saying that if you'd like that- "

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Clone, Stranger. " Alicent cuts her off again with a smile.

Rhaenyra rolls her eyes.. " again, i couldn't follow. "

They repeat together.

"I am hers. "

"And she is mine. "

" From this day, till the end of my days. "

"You said plural, that means you owe me more days to come, Alicent now live please. "

"Hm, the flowers are moving the arrow...i really don't think- "

"Don't worry love, we're here. " Rhaenyra looks up to see a Maester, they shove Alicent in and everyone just sits in silence.

The war is done, but Alicent ends up alive but unconscious. It was said that something saved her, a blockage of some kind saved her from the arrows full impact, bad side the shield was down to early..

It takes a couple more moons until alicent started to wake. Rhaenyra was on her side reading through hanahaki disease..

" You know.. someone said that id be fine now. "

Rhaenyra turns to Alicent side eyes and hugged the daylights out of her.

"I thought you were going to turn me in to a widow so soon after our marriage. "

" You're settling on that as our marriage? " Alicent cheekily asked.

"No, our engagement. "

"Really? "

"Of course not Alicent! I would die before the my memories of my marriage OR Engagement were about war and my love one dead.." Rhaenyra takes Alicent's hand and kissed it. "You deserve better than that... But if there was a ' who's had the most dramatic wedding, can we please say that? "

"We can.. we practically did the vows anyways. "

"Sweet, now i can really focus on planning our engagement! "

"So soon? "

"Well...after i found out fate seems to want to tear us apart again and again, it seems like soon isn't too close. "

"I sadly agree.. "

Rhaenyra smiles.

#Rhaenicent #Lucemond #Jacaerys x Aegon #aegon targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #lucerys valeryon #rhaenyra targaryen #heleana targaryen #Rhaena #Alicent Hightower

[ticklystuff]

Hewwo!

For the ask game, my team is Dr. Ratio, Ruan Mei, Silver Wolf and Gepard ( since aventurine isnt home yet)

send your genshin/honkai team!

hiiii nim! 💕

thanks for sending your team rip geppie pls don't forget him but also gl when aventurine drops!

who’s the most ticklish character

i think dr ratio being the most ticklish character would be so funny because he acts so high and above tickling and treats it like a waste of time but its a facade to hide how sensitive he is lol

who’s the character that most people would assume is ticklish, but actually isn’t

i hate this question bc all fictional characters are ticklish according to me lol anyway changing this to who would be assumed to not be ticklish, but actually is anyway i'm giving this question to geppie! he's always so serious about work and he'd be the dad in the group that no one would assume he's ticklish. he will also go through all the effort just to hide that he is and deny it lol

who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles

i feel like it'd be silver wolf because she's an annoying pos that goes out of her way to tickle everyone so she highkey deserves it when everyone else decides to be on the same page

who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others

silver wolf is the very obvious answer for this one and i feel like she'd reveal tickle spots as a threat lmao also i think ruan mei would be really good at guessing tickle spots. like, she doesn't actually know, but she's just going off of the vibes

who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars

i think silver wolf would be good in like one-on-one tickle fights but for like tickle ways, i think it would be geppie because he's strong, but if they all gang up on him, then he goes down easily i can't decide who would be the biggest loser between ruan mei and ratio because i think they'd both flop differently. i think ruan mei would lose all coordination when tickled and fall over like a piece of cardboard and ratio would curl up into a ball and cry or something lmao loser

which character has a kink for tickling

oki pls tell me if i'm wrong but i'm putting geppie for this one lmao like i think he'd be one of those people that didn't figure out till much later for a couple of reasons. first, he didn't realize till he was tickled by the right person (sampo) and he was so confused why tickles from sampo felt different than tickles from other people. sometimes, sampo will include tickling during foreplay and lowkey geppie looks forward to that more than the actual sex lmao second, he was in denial for so long until he braved his first search for tickling videos on the internet aslkdfjlkasdkfjk and then quickly realized that this is a very normal thing lol but he was still super embarrassed about it and sampo didn't find out till he borrowed geppie's phone and there was an open tab of some guy getting wrecked LOL but ya sampo tries to hold back when teasing geppie about it bc he knows geppie's self-conscious about it, but he makes sure to indulge geppie in plenty of tickles even though geppie is still weird about talking about it aslkdjf (oops this accidentally turned into sampard)

which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them

ruan mei! she likes to do field research while the team is out exploring and i think silver wolf would bug her lots because ruan mei is unhinged in her own way and silver wolf likes that. but ya she likes pestering ruan mei and initially ruan mei would give her short annoyed responses or tell her to go away but eventually started ignoring silver wolf altogether, so silver wolf resorted to tickling to get her attention lol this is a dumb idea but it feels very in character for ruan mei to study her own sensitivity after finding out she's ticklish, before crafting a "pastry" to increase sensitivity (even tested it on herself like a true scientist) and treating silver wolf to one just to get back at her lol i think she'd be petty enough for this

which two characters have tickle fights all the time

it's silver wolf against everyone depending on her mood lmao i think she'd terrorize dr ratio a lot because she has made it her personal mission to topple him a few pegs every day bc there's only room for one arrogant prick and its her

#dr. ratio #gepard #ruan mei #silver wolf #honkai star rail #tickling #hope these made sense it's nearly 2 in the morning zzzzzz

[omniblades-and-stars]

15. Trembling hands

🖤🖤🖤

Okay, I had a lot of feelings today and I managed to twist them into something I think. Also I got a little carried away.

Also here's this song that put me in my feelings this afternoon:

Her Hands Were Shaking

Her hands were shaking.

Well, all of her was shaking, trembling. Somewhere in the utter dark, halfway off the mortal coil, she laid beneath the rubble, dying very slowly. She drifted in and out of consciousness, the moments she was awake were hardly lucid, visited as she was by hallucinations in the dark. But then the wreckage started to move, and the shot of adrenaline that sent through her heart set all of her muscles on fire.

It wasn't until familiar, armored hands wrapped around her and hoisted her out of the rubble and broken glass that she'd resigned herself to becoming a part of for what little remained of her life that she believed what was happening. It seemed impossible. But the one person more stubborn than she was found and dragged her carcass out of the rubble.

She hated him for it then. Jane tried to tell him to fuck off and let the dead get some goddamn rest. She'd done what she had been brought back to do, was it so much to ask that she get a permanent vacation?

But all that came out was a pitiful whimper, a cry of pain and desolation. She lost consciousness again before she could curse at him and whoever else refused to just let her go in peace.

Her hands were shaking.

Panting, the world came into focus slowly, machines screamed and beeped. Hands were on her, panicked voices spoke words she couldn't understand yet. Jane had a creeping sense of dèjá vu, like she'd done exactly this before, but the memory was too far away for her to really understand.

Raw fear built and she tried to sit up, she needed to leave. She didn't know where she was, she didn't even know who she was but she knew everything was wrong.

A different hand squeezed hers. “Go back to sleep, Shepard,” he broke through the panic in the room and in her brain. The world grew bleary and unfocused again, and she forgot it even happened.

When she woke up again, still connected to so many machines the electric buzzing from the power supplies threatened to overwhelm her, he was still there. Sitting in a shitty foldout chair in what little room there was in between all of the medical equipment. Shepard groaned, “I must be in hell if I'm in a hospital and you're here.” She tried to smile but every part of her felt like it was on fire, a pained grimace curled at her lips instead.

He rolled his eyes, leaning forward with one arm propped on his knee, “Hell'd be more entertaining. Think this must be goddamn purgatory. Watching you take a weeks-long nap was about to bore me to tears, some of us have work to do, you know?”

“What are you doing here, Zaeed?” Her voice was changed, raspy, dry, and weakened. She felt small, listless. Shifting her head took a gargantuan effort, like a newborn baby unable to hold up its own head.

“Someone had to keep the vultures and boot-lickers away,” he said quietly and looked down at his feet.

Shepard closed her eyes. “Sure,” she said just before drifting off to sleep again.

Her hands trembled, covered in pine needles and bile, as she tried to push herself back up. Tears streaked down her cheeks, and she wretched again. She didn't know where she was. Jane had been running towards the beam desperate to end the invasion, when she'd tripped and fell, hitting her head. There were trees all around her now. Blood was in her eyes.

Intentional footsteps snapped twigs, and crunched through dried leaves. “Coming up behind you, Janey,” he warned her just above a whisper. He crouched next to her, examining her face without touching her, concern knitted in his brow. “Do you know where you are?”

“No,” she cried pitifully. Her hand slipped out from under her weight, his were there to catch her before she ate dirt again.

Zaeed wiped the grime off on his pants before brushing hair off of her face so he could look at the cut above her eye. “Middle of nowhere, West Virginia so you can get some peace. Reapers are dead, you fucking dropped them out of the sky.”

Her head hurt so bad, but after a few quiet minutes of trying to pace her breathing with his, she was able to put the pieces back together. It had been months since the hospital. They'd never even really talked about whatever … this was, but in the aftermath of the near end of the world, they hadn't been able to part ways. “From you, that sounds like hero worship,” she said trying to crack a joke. She couldn't mask the trembling in her voice, the anxiety in wide, panicked eyes.

“If I wanted to kiss your ass, Shepard, I'd just pucker up and do it,” he shook his head and helped her up. “Let's get you cleaned up, Jane. I've seen enough of your blood to last a lifetime.”

Her hands were shaking, but they found their home held in ones that were steady.

#daisy screaming into the void #this is my ask game tag now #whatever i'm allowed to have post destroy ending feelings about these guys

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

When the Cullens fall apart and they all go their separate ways who do you think will stay on the animal diet and who do you think would say screw it and gobble up humans? I feel like Emmett would stay on the diet as long as Rosalie was around but as soon as she’s gone Emmett’s off the diet and I think without anyone to lean on Esme might not stick to the diet. Idk about Bella and who knows about Renesmee.

Anon's referring to my theory that the Cullens are doomed.

Interesting question, anon, and the answer is not good. Though perhaps dependent on who sticks around with Carlisle or even Rosalie. That might change the equation or a few of them.

So, we don't get into 8C8 territory here where I drown in combinatorial sadness, we'll say they all truly go their separate ways entirely on their own.

Alice

Alice fails. We know before canon, when she was on her own and knowing she'd eventually join the Cullens, she often tried and failed. She did put in effort to follow the diet but wasn't able to do it on her own, and this was when she knew the Cullens were waiting for her.

In this case, she has nothing, and I imagine she gives up fairly quickly because of that. She feels distantly bad about this, but isn't too upset overall, just as she wasn't about any of her slips.

Bella

Bella fails. She has superb control, but the Cullens are completely gone and there's nothing left for her. She may last a while, but when she falls to temptation or loses control, she'll never come back.

Carlisle

He'll succeed. He's the only one of the Cullen's to do on his own for several centuries. He may be a miserable wretch who is utterly alone, but he'll stick to the diet.

Edward

Edward will fail. He failed on his own even when he tried when he had decided to return to Carlisle and Esme. He tried to return with golden eyes, to lessen the shame, but wasn't able to do it. He can't do the diet on his own and he knows it. More disillusioned after the end, likely with Carlisle as well, he'll return to his murderer and rapist diet which will slowly slide into "people Edward dislikes".

Emmett

Emmett will fail. He's slipped before and not felt much regret. Disillusioned with the destruction of the family, he won't put in the effort to follow the diet and won't see much point in it. Especially since Rosalie isn't there to be upset with him.

Esme

Esme fails, she has canonically poor control. She'll be devastated by this and constantly try to follow the diet, but ultimately won't be able to maintain it without support.

Jasper

Jasper fails and kills himself. Jasper was unable to do it on his own with Alice, he knows he needs the Cullens and even then, he often fails. Of course, he has to follow the diet due to the pain. With no other recourse and no support, he either desperately goes to the Denali or he seeks a means of killing himself.

Renesmee

I imagine Renesmee succeeds. She has superb control even as a three-month-old and is raised where eating humans is unthinkable. I imagine the idea of living on people is unthinkable to her, even on her own, and even without any support from her family.

Rosalie

Rosalie likely succeeds. It's such a defining trait for her and one of the few things she prides herself on as a vampire. Even with the destruction of everything she knows and loves, she will cling to this and never consume a drop of human blood.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #the cullens #alice cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #emmett cullen #jasper whitlock #rosalie hale #renesmee cullen #meta #headcanon #opinion