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dearsnow · 4 months

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hi!! can i just request any two-bit fluff...like jus domestic warm fuzzy fluff ..maybe slight silliness...feel free to write whatever

AND YET

- you happen upon your very noisy “roommate” cooking away in the middle of the night (two-bit mathews x gn!reader, domestic fluff, lowkey so cute)

word count: 687

a/n - asther fulfilling a request??? within a reasonable time????? the world is turning upside down, y’all 🫡 i hope you enjoy 😭

“Keith, seriously?” Your voice is hoarse, a desperate whisper that borders on a shout. It is 2:42 AM, and your recently-moved-in, much-loved but forever annoying boyfriend is making a four course meal in your kitchen.

Surprisingly, this is the first time you have ever seen him cook more than microwaveable meals and the occasional pack of instant ramen. He looks up at you, clad in pajamas, fuzzy socks, and a shit-eating grin. “What, I was hungry!”

“You’re gonna be hungry when I kick you out.” You mutter. “Couldn’t you at least be quiet about it? I heard pots and pans and humming through our very thin bedroom walls.”

“You can’t kick me out, I’m too fun.” He smiles. He puts a lid on his pan of frying bacon and turns off the heat. “You love me. Admit it.”

You scoff, but when he takes your hands in his, your heart skips a beat.

“You looooooove meeeeee,” he sings, “c’mon, just say it.”

“I would love you so much more if you didn’t wake me up so early on a work day.” You say, trying desperately to hide the fact that the corners of your mouth are turning up. Like always, though, somehow he notices. It’s like every almost-smile from you is a win, one more thing to keep him going before he runs out of energy and crashes into bed, legs entwined with yours and mouth slightly open.

He spins you around, still humming a song you don’t think you’ve ever heard before. It wouldn’t surprise you if he had just made it up. “I love you, and you love me. That’s why you’re dancing instead of yelling.” You laugh. You’re supposed to be angry with him, but the tension between your eyebrows dissipates when you look at his smiling face. If Two-Bit had just one talent, it would be switching your mood to happy. No matter what, no matter how annoying he is sometimes, you’re happiest when you’re with him.

“Yeah, I love you,” you gasp as he dips you so close to the floor you can feel the cold tile sucking in your heat, “and I love that you can make me laugh,” he pulls you back up, “but really, what are you doing making all this food at such an ungodly hour?”

He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head against your neck. He leads you in a few steps, his warmth smoothing the goosebumps on your arms. “I wanted to do something nice for once. You’re always making me breakfast, and you leave earlier than me, so I thought I’d make a bit of food that you can just heat up when ‘m dead asleep.”

“Really?” You move back to stare at him, eyes soft in the dim kitchen lighting. “That’s… that’s really sweet, Two. Thank you.” If you were being honest, you thought he barely noticed you taking care of him in that way. You figured that it’s just something that comes with dating someone who seems like they could burn water.

“Nah, it’s nothin’.” He turns his head, a blush creeping up his neck towards the apples of his cheeks. “I just want you to know I appreciate what you do. This whole ‘me movin’ in’ thing put a whole lotta stress on your shoulders, so some domestic effort from me couldn’t hurt. I’ll at least try be quieter next time, though.” He raises his eyebrows and presses a quick kiss to the back of your hand. You can feel your own cheeks heating up. “I don’t want you ruining the surprise again, hm?”

“Yeah, it sounded like an elephant was training to be a chef in here.” You tease. He laughs, the sound ringing in your ears like a sweet bell. It’s a sound you don’t think you could ever get tired of.

He slings an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. He would drop anything to have you pressed against him at all hours of the day.

“And yet you still love me.”

You grin at him. “And yet, my love, I won’t ever stop.”

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heluvaku · 9 months

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i am saying this loud and PROUD and non anonymous

MADNESS COMBAT HANK SMUT HCS🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

youre welcome

𝐻𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝒥 𝒲𝒾𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑜𝓃 𝒮𝓂𝓊𝓉 𝐻𝒸𝓈 .

Hank J Wimbleton | "The Protagonist" x Gender-Neutral Reader Smut Headcanons .

warnings ; smut , degradation , rough sex mentions , bondage , dumbification if you squint , brat taming .

author's note ; AAAGGGHHH JOLIE I LOVE YOU FOR THIS . /P hank is SOOOO fine you don't get me.... i'm gonna keep it real with you i think my pussy wrote this instead of my brain BUT ANYWAYS enjoy the hcs y'all !!! shoo go read

✦ He's aggressive. Like, REALLY aggressive.

✦ Hesitance to fuck you rough and deep is at an absolute zero. He wants to see you writhe under him for hours on end, it's thrilling to him. If I had to label someone as 'THE rough dom' it would be Hank.

✦ The biggest sadist you will ever meet in your lifetime. He's all for spanking, humiliation, choking, everything of the sort. The type of guy to smack your cock/pussy then continue stroking you off/fingering you.

✦ On that note, Hank loves fingering. He thinks fingering you fast as fuck then slowing down right as you're about to cum is the funniest thing in the world.

✦ Huge on degradation. Calls you a whore and slut any chance he gets. Possibly one of his favorite things to do.

✦ A brat tamer if I've ever seen one. Hank loves when you act like a bitch, it gives him reason to fuck the daylights out of you. Your pleas and apologies spur him on as he's pushing you into the mattress, a brutal pace being put on your poor, fucked out hole.

✦ Definitely loves Bondage and Ropework in general. He'll be intricate with the rope or just tie you up and fuck you -- it depends on how he feels and how bad he wants you.

✦ Likes to cum inside and on you. Specifically on your face and stomach. Hank thinks you look pathetic and it's attractive to him. He makes a smiley face with his cum. He's a silly billy at heart I swear <//3

✦ Hank's favorite position is the Full Nelson. It's something about how he can lift up your legs so effortlessly and make you bounce on him that makes him insane.

✦ Now, Hank may be brutal, but he's not a complete monster. You two have a safe word, and as soon as you utter it he's off you like that.

✦ I imagine him not being the best at aftercare, but he certainly tries for you. You're one of the few people he deeply cares about, after all. He usually makes sure you're not majorly hurt and goes to sleep with you in his arms, big spooning.

@ orpherizz 2023 . do not share or repost .

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gabigabigabby · 11 months

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so aggressive | c. pulisic

christian pulisic x fem!reader

a/n: i am in the rabbit hole and there's no getting out. i am obsessed y'all 🫡 btw i literally have zero inspo rn so if you want to request something, it's open! enjoy! ⭐️

synopsis: only christian 'has his way with words' pulisic knows how to neutralize his girlfriend

content/warnings: city fans slander (as a city fan it was difficult to write), fist-fights, christian slander (it's for the story to work okay i dont mean the stuff i said ab him). if i missed out anything lmk ⭐️

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you didn't expect jokes to be a source of calm for you, but it was. christian proved it to you.

christian is very lucky to have a girl like you; overprotective, loves so hard, pretty aggressive as well. your snappy attitude would apply when watching chelsea play too. most of the time, you'd need to have somebody, whether that be mason if he's injured, to corral you back down to your seat and stop screaming at the opps.

speaking of watching chelsea, you're the most unpleasant person to watch a football game with. you'd already known prior that football can get dangerous, where players get tackled left and right, the way they are all more prone to injury on the pitch. it didn't help that christian had come back to the pitch tonight and mason's out for a couple weeks.

before christian left home, he'd expressed to you how excited he was to get back on the pitch and finally start a game after months. you'd started to get excited for christian too, until he told you mason tore a ligament in his ankle last game. and just like that, your excitement seemed to fade away.

your instincts seemed to have pried its way onto the surface because you told christian you were worried about him. "babe, what's wrong?"

"what if you get hurt again?

"i won't... get hurt. i promise," christian says, holding your face in his hands. "do you trust me?"

"more than anything."

"that's all i need."

so now you're here at stamford bridge, sitting next to mase nervous as shit for how you're going to react to all of christian and chelsea's chances, waiting for the officials to commence kick-off. "man city are rough, aren't they?" mason makes conversation with you after he notices how tense you look.

"yeah," you finally turn to look at him, flashing a haste smile. "harsh dudes."

"you got any friends there?"

you don't know why you have to think about answering that question. yes, you do have friends at city. "yeah, there's kalvin, walker, foden, jack. yeah, all those guys."

"i like how we have the same friends." mason nods coolly.

"you introduced them to me at the world cup, my guy!" you scoff, watching as mason realises that he did. he did just that before the game against the usa at the world cup. he shoots you with an oh yeah!. "big joker man, huh, mase?"

"yeah, don't even mention it." mason shrugs with a wave as the music begin playing. you and mason watch as both teams emerge from the tunnel, finding their spot on the pitch. listening to the squad announcements, you can't help but find christian in the line-up.

you worried. you worried and worried and worried. what if chris gets hurt again? what if he tears something like mase did? or worse, what if he breaks something? and when you worry, your legs begin to bounce, unbeknownst to you.

"ay. ay, ay. calm down, alright?" mason holds both your legs down, hoping it'll stop from nervously bobbing again. "that man has been in the gym day in and day out trying to get better so you can sit here and yell his name again. you have to give him the credit he so desperately needs tonight. for the name on your back, y/n. okay?"

mason's assurance definitely did take the edge off of you, but just a little. for the name on your back, said mason. the name pulisic above the big number 10. you know damn well you confidently threw on that shirt. not enzo's, not joão's, but christian's. you gotta give him the credit he deserves.

"okay, i'll stop doubting him," you give in to mason. "but whatever you did earlier, holding my legs down and all, you have to do it again when it happens."

"that's what i'm here for. and look, big man's finding you in the crowd." mason says, waving at christian's direction hoping he'd catch a glance of you. you inch left and right trying to find christian's eyes, and when you did, you had leaned over mason's legs, shooting christian a supportive smile as he sends you a sly wink seconds before kick-off commences.

and when it did, a cacophony of let's go christian!'s and come on chris!'s start flying out of your mouth. "if he can just get the ball in already!" you hear mase express his emotions next to you. of course, your heightened sense of excitement were jumbled up with the nerves, not knowing whether the ball in christian's possession had made it to the back of the net or not.

but it all disappeared, the sense of protectiveness and anger coursing through your veins now, when the away fans start insulting christian's style of play — and christian himself. you flash a are you hearing this? look at mase, and he only puts his index finger up to his lip and shakes his head, indicating to you that you should keep your mouth shut.

"that pulisic guy... mid, if you ask me."

"yeah, no, i know right? but i mean it's perfect, you know. mid guy in a mid club." her friend says.

"mase," you slowly turn to face mason. "i'm about to snap, mase."

"not right now, y/n. please hold it in." mason's eyes grow wide.

"i'm sorry in advance," you whisper, before turning in your seat to face the two girls behind you and mason. "hey! you girls city fans?"

"proud to represent!" one of them answers.

"who's your favorite player?" they both respectively answer grealish and haaland. "and i can't help but eavesdrop, but you think they're better than pulisic?"

"oh ten times better," the first girl brags. "put grealish and pulisic in the same room, i'd go to grealish any day."

the expression on your face slowly becomes insincere, with the second girl slowly realising who you are. "you're pulisic's gi-"

"yeah i'm pulisic's girl, this is mason mount," you point to mason with your head. mason only waves shyly. "so before i snap and give you girls black eyes, time to leave."

the girls look at each other like the answer's in each other's eyes, and back at you again. "no. we're only speaking the truth. and if you can't handle that, maybe you should leave."

you wanted to laugh at the girls' attempt to argue with you. but you had enough, and before you knew it, you had broken one of the girls' nose as your fist went flying towards then. you wanted to tug on the girl's hair, probably yank out a couple strands, give her a bald spot; you don't know, just something, when you feel yourself get held back, not only by mason, but somebody else.

you want to turn your head to look at the person who held you back from behind, but you didn't have to. "took you this long, huh, pulisic?" mason breathes sarcastically.

"shut it mount," christian almost growls. "babe, baby? i need you to calm down for me. got it? they're not worth it."

"they were insulting you!" you were still trying to fight off christian's death grips on your biceps even though you knew he'd overpower you.

"i don't give a fuck about that y/n, i give a fuck about your safety." you were sure he intended to whisper everything to you but because of how much you were trying to resist his grips, it came out as a low growl almost.

goddamn it, he always has his way with words, you thought. you finally give in and turn to face chris, your eyes beginning to water. "baby there's no need to cry."

"you're a good player, okay. just remember that." you reassure him, trying to silence the sobs slowly pouring out of your throat.

"i know. i'm pretty good huh?" christian scrunches his nose, wiping off your tears at the same time. and during the period where you and christian wouldn't quit staring into each other's eyes, jack grealish approaches the commotion, asking one of the chelsea guards to do him and his club a favor.

"lad, get these girls out of here." jack points at the two.

"what? wait, why?!" one of them starts throwing a tantrum.

"because you made my friend cry," jack raises his voice a little. and so the chelsea guards didn't waste no time escorting the girls out of stamford bridge. "you deserved that broken nose, by the way." jack shrugs as the girl you punched slowly walks by, a chelsea guard right behind her.

"hey thanks, man." christian says, giving jack a pat on the back.

"thanks jack. you didn't have to get involved." you grin thankfully at him.

"when it comes to city fans," jack air-quotes. "i will always involve myself."

christian turns back to you, watching you wipe the remaining tears on your face. "you and mase should watch the game from the lounge from now on. don't want a repeat of this next week, do we?"

"i love you, pulisic." you grin, scratching his beard.

"and a very aggressive i love you more to you, my girl."

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saulocept · 1 year

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you call the shots, babe

pairing: könig/f!reader

rating: t

summary: He shouldn’t think of you this way, he knows. It’s not right, it’s not appropriate. It’s a knowledge that’s been drilled through him from the start, and he hasn’t forgotten about that. And still, he can’t stop.

notes: oh u know lol. post cringe, log out, repeat 🫡

if its not obvious enough i am not sure what i am doing but also this is self indulgent in nature (have u seen him?) so warning for cringe all ahead. there’s a hint of a spice but its not explicit lol also might continue this further when an idea strikes but yea. sorry everyone lets get back to business. sorry

If anyone would ask, he’d be the first to confess, admit it out loud. It was his idea first – it always had been, and no amount of thinking, wondering could ever excuse his actions. He’d toyed with the idea for weeks, months; he’d stayed up late at night to dream, imagining how it’d go, wondering what he’d do if he’d only been bold enough to chase after what he wanted.

He knows he shouldn’t. Every bit of rationale he has tells him he shouldn’t. It’s not right. It’s not appropriate. He knows this more than he knows anything in the world – a knowledge drilled through him right from the very start, but he can’t help it. He’s liked you from afar, since the beginning, even before you’d actually met, got to know each other – loved, even though it felt too strong of a word to use.

And it’s no secret either. Everyone else around him seems to have caught on, sometimes even going as far as to tease him each time you’re around. You never seem to notice, however, or maybe you’re just used to ignoring it, pretending you couldn’t see the look he gives you, trying your hardest to stay professional, keeping him at arm’s length, like he knows you should.

He knows he should follow your example. Forget he’s ever had any feelings for you and carry on like the good soldier he is. Anyone else would’ve done the same thing, the right thing; you’re his mentor, for fuck’s sake – one of the only few people he’s got comfortable with over the months – and even if you’re not that much older than him, it’s still not right.

But he can’t stop. He’d tried, more than once. Did everything he could to forget about you. He’d tried to distract himself as much as he could, busied himself with other things. Focused on the only thing he’s good at, because it keeps his mind off you, stops his mind from wandering, thinking. And for a while, it worked, until he’s ran out of things to do and he can’t help but start thinking about you, again.

He hates it. He should move on, forget all about you. It’s clear you won’t ever like him back, especially now that you’re more distant with him. Avoiding him on purpose, like you can’t stand being around him anymore. Like a stranger, except it’s even worse, because he knows you now know how he feels about you. It’s unrequited; he knew it from the start, really, but now the knowledge of it closes in on him like dirt, undeniable. It’s the truth, something he can’t ever run away from.

And it hurts, really, because now he feels like he’s ruined everything between you, but it should also help, some part of him thinks. He could find some other hobby, something different to do. And maybe then, he’ll stop thinking about you the way he used to do, with hunger, yearning. Maybe then he could look at you the same way he did before all this: like a friend, a mentor – someone he’d looked up to and adored.

Maybe somewhere down the line, this will be nothing but a pleasant memory, something he’ll look back on with a bit of embarrassment and shame. But he knows he’d always search for you in the sea of everything. He’d tried. He’s still trying.

He’s not sure how it happened. If he thinks back on this night, all he’ll remember is a blur. Pieces of a puzzle he can’t hope to complete. Vague details here and there, but he knows that it had been harmless, at first, innocent even. He’d drunk too much, bitten off more than he can chew. He’s not sure why he was drinking in the first place, but he’s not sure if it matters now anymore.

And here he is now, stumbling back into his bunk, drunk out of his mind. His head’s pounding, his thoughts are in disarray, and there’s a second where he couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d like to do nothing more than to fall back into bed, asleep and resting.

But he stops, confused. He thinks he might be dreaming, at first – all his desires coming back to haunt him. You sitting on his bed, unmistakable even from afar, even when his thoughts are hazy. Flipping through a book – yours, most likely, because he can’t remember owning something like that in his life.

He blinks, confused. He leans against the door, looks you up and down. You’re still here, in the flesh, staring back at him with curiosity. It means he’s not dreaming, after all. “What are you doing here?”

His voice comes out a slur; he could barely hear his own voice through the pounding of his own head, and he murmurs a curse under his breath, rubbing his temples with his fingers, as though it’d somehow alleviate the ache in his head. It doesn’t work, not really, but your voice comes after, pierces through the fog, the silence.

“You’re in the wrong room,” you say, and your voice is gentle. He could almost swear you’re smiling, trying to hold back the laugh that he’s almost certain would come. “I think you drank too much.”

He shakes his head, mumbles another curse, then stumbles to sit beside you on the bed. He watches you scoot a little to the side, trying to give him more space, and he blinks in confusion, staring at you. You’re not looking him in the eye, focusing on your book instead like he isn’t there. He frowns. He could feel the sting of your rejection, and it hurts more than he cares to admit.

“Are you avoiding me?” He shouldn’t even ask that when he knows the answer. Maybe he’s really drunk out of his mind for him to be this honest, this talkative. There’s a part of him that knows he should stop talking, leave it alone. He wouldn’t like what you’ll say, he knows, but he can’t seem to stop.

He stares at you, waits, watches as you flip through another page of your book, still refusing to look at him. “It’s for your own good.”

This time, your voice is quiet, serious, and he grits his teeth, clenches his hands into fists. He knows that. Fuck, he knows it better than anyone, better than you even, and he hates that you’re the one who’s giving him a lesson, giving him a lecture over something he’s known from the beginning. And maybe it’s the alcohol in his system, maybe he’s fed up with your rejection, but the words are right there in front of him, waiting to be said. He shouldn’t, really, if he knows what’s good for him. But it’s too late for any regrets now, or maybe he’s just not in the right mind to care. Either way, it’s out in the open now, and it’s too late to take the words back. “Aren’t we friends?”

He sounds absolutely pathetic, pitiable. He’d laugh at himself if he were sober, less drunk than he is right now. He sounds childish, like a boy throwing a tantrum because he couldn’t get what he wants, and he knows he should stop before he embarrasses himself further, dig himself a grave he can’t ever rise from, but he can’t. Fuck. The words are just spewing out of him now, like a dam has broken somewhere inside of him, and can’t stop spilling, won’t stop spilling. “Don’t you like me anymore?”

“We are friends,” you say, and he hates the sound of your voice, that faux gentleness in it, patronizing and ultimately untrue. Like he’s a child, and you’re admonishing him for misbehaving. “And you know it’s not about that.”

You breathe out a sigh, closing your book with a quiet thump, placing it on the bureau next to you. And then you’re twisting toward his direction, facing him for the first time. There’s a somberness in your expression that wasn’t there before, and still, there it is: that gentleness that he hates, and the one that draws him in like a moth to a flame.

You like him well enough; he knows. He could see it in your eyes, in the way you look at him, and it should feel comforting, really, to know that you’re still friends, that you’re not going to treat him any differently, but fuck, he hates it. Hates how it all feels so fake – a lie carved out of nothing, meant to mollify and leave him wanting.

He’s tired of it, of this, of you. Tired of whatever this strange thing is between you, more confusing than ever. He’s seen the way you stare at him from afar when you think no one else is looking. He’s caught you a few times, and each time, he could never seem to understand what it means.

You’ve never once told him, not really, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever be brave enough to ask. But it sits here, anyway, a weight pressing in on him, tight enough to suffocate. Lodged between you, though he wonders if he’s the only one who could see it, feel it.

There’s a time and place for everything, he thinks. Any other time and he wouldn’t even say a word. He would’ve nodded, left it at that, pretended he understood even if he didn’t. He wouldn’t have found the means to say it, too caught up with his own shame to even bother trying. But maybe all the alcohol’s making him numb, stupid. Maybe it’s the only thing that keeps him going, even when he knows there isn’t any hope.

“If you don’t hate me,” he begins, swallowing the lump that forms in his throat. There’s a voice in the back of his mind, protesting, yelling at him to stop, because everything would be ruined after this, but it seems so distant now, so far away. He should stop, say something else, before everything he’d ever worked hard for falls apart in front him. “Then kiss me.”

You stare at him for a long time, startled, uncertain, like it’s not what you’re expecting. A thoughtful look flashes in your eyes, and for a second, you’re frowning, looking deep in thought, like you’re mulling his words over, weighing the pros and cons. “Are you sure?”

He laughs. Fuck. He feels hazy, out of his mind. He stares at you, keeps his eyes on yours the whole time, shifting a little on the bed, closer like he’s daring you to move away. You don’t. He smiles a little, nearly grinning.

There’s a buzzing in his head, and he can’t tell if it’s from the alcohol in his veins or if it’s from excitement, or from something else entirely. He moves a little closer, and still, you remain where you are, refusing to budge. Your silence should feel like a rejection, but it doesn’t, not really; there’s something in the way you look at him that pulls him in, convinces him to take matters into his own hands.

He's giddy, drunk out of his mind, and bolder now than he’s ever been in his life. He would’ve never believed he has it in him, but it doesn’t matter now because he’s making the first move, leaning closer, his face mere inches away from yours.

And still, you’re not pushing him away. He takes it as a sign to continue; here, he feels the warmth of your breath, how it tickles his cheek, his skin. It should feel like a mistake, being this close to you, and he knows he shouldn’t do it, should stop before he starts regretting it, but he can’t. And now that he has you right where he wants you, he doesn’t ever want to go back.

It’s automatic, the way he moves, fueled only by his wanting alone. Slowly, he raises a hand, rests his palm against your cheek. You’re so warm against him, so real; the feel of you now wouldn’t ever compare to his dreams, his fantasies.

He should grab this chance, he knows, before you change your mind, push him away. But there’s a part of him that wants to make the most of it, savor this moment for as long as he can, knowing he wouldn’t ever get this chance again in this life, the next.

“Close your eyes,” he says, and it’s almost strange, hearing himself speak. He sounds different, somehow, his voice raw, thick with wanting that he almost doesn’t recognize it at first.

And still, you don’t object. It feels weird having all this much power over you when it’s always been the opposite. Still, he can’t deny and say that he doesn’t enjoy it, especially now that you’re doing as he asks without complaint, without another word.

He pauses a little, takes his moment drinking you in, memorizing every part of you as much as he could, refusing to take his eyes off you lest you disappear, fade out of existence. Like a dream. Gently, he traces his fingertips along your skin, as if to make sure you’re still real, still here.

His reward is a shudder, a shaky exhale spilling out of your lips, and the sweet taste of anticipation lingering on the tip of his tongue. There’s tension in here, too, somewhere: thick, cloying, nearly suffocating. He can’t deny it anymore, can’t ignore it, and it’s here that he takes the plunge, closing the distance between you.

Fuck. You taste better than he’d ever imagined, better than in his dreams, and he can’t get enough; from your response, it’s clear that you feel the same way, too. You wrap your arms around his neck, desperate to have him closer, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging.

It’s a harsh tug, unexpected, and he can’t help the hiss that spills out of him. It’s enough to make him lose control, though maybe it’s all he’s wanted all along. You’re quick to take the reigns yourself, pulling back briefly to nip at his bottom lip: light, playful, coaxing more sounds out of him.

He stares at you, wanting, waiting, and you only give him a smile before leaning in to kiss him again. The kiss is different this time: hungry, ruinous – all tongue and teeth and merciless taking. And still, it’s not enough, never enough. He tugs you closer, pulls you against him, as if he could somehow keep you with him, forever.

He knows, he can’t, not really. Still, he’s content with staying in this moment for a little while, riding out this fever dream until it’s over and he’s completely spent. Everything that happens is all a blur, and all he remembers are vague details – a series of images that come and go, as fleeting as a memory.

The touch of your hand. The warmth of your skin. The sound of your voice, breathless and wanting. All of your secrets laid bare for him to see: mirroring his own, converging until there’s nothing left but heat and fire, bursting in the spaces between, exploding.

It’s over as quickly as it comes. Darkness tugs at him, and he’s quick to fall into oblivion: content and satisfied. When he opens his eyes, he’s alone, back in his room. The memory of last night comes back to him in full force, but there’s no sign of you anywhere that he can’t help but wonder if it’s all a dream, something he’d made up in his head.

#renwrites #konig x reader #modern warfare x reader

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coeluvr · 3 months

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All I could think about your post about fates was: so Helios is not in all Luceris fatessss??? 😭😭😭😭 Now I will hc so many drama thoughts because yes, I live for the angst of it 🫡🥺 Thank you Coe for the good food 🫶

No, but really, Coe, I appreciate so much your If and writing, they check everything I love: all the angst, the hurt (maybe some comfort) that sometimes I crave, so thank you 🫶 I can't wait for the third chapter and to see more of your beautiful story and characters 💖

I mean it's kind of like life in my viewpoint 😭 I probably didn't create this IF in every universe akshjss

But ! You make a good point and that is kind of why I'm always like hmmm 🤔 whenever I get asks like "in a perfect world where nothing bad happens, how would the ROs meet MC" or whatever because in a perfect perfect world some ROs don't exist 😭 or they would never meet MC because of their life playing out differently.

For example, if Hunter's father hadn't passed away they would have never been sent to the palace and wouldn't have become Helios' Shield. Vincent would probably not exist at all though lol.

Thank you for your kind words! I am happy to know you enjoy it so much. 🥺💗

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augustinescruelsummer · 2 years

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I was wondering if you could do story with hangmanx f!reader where she finds out she's pregnant and has to tell him? It's phenomenal that you're only 16 and your writing is so creative!

YOURE GOING TO HATE ME | J.SERESIN

WOOH LAWD this is ANGSTYYYY. why am i LIKE this. Its fluffy at the end doe. :) Thank u for requesting and thank you for the compliment <3

WC: 1.3k

SONG: is shallow and hold my hand by lady gaga. listened to them while writing this. hope u like ❤️🫡

this is a very indulgent and special piece to me, because of the state of America right now. I’m not pregnant or anything but I wanted to write this with the mindset of any struggling pregnant women out there right now. You are loved, you are valued. All the love and peace, char.

Jake was due to be back from training within the next thirty minutes, and you desperately tore open the packaging of the tests. You had ran to the corner store when you opened your tracking app and realized how late you were. Trying to not sound paranoid as you drove to pick them up was almost impossible. What were you going to do if they came back positive? You decided to ignore that horrifying thought in your mind, not because you didn’t want to have kids, you did, but because of Jake. You knew his career was taking off to new levels and the last thing he probably wanted was a child holding him back. Recently, with him being called back to TopGun, you’ve felt the pressure of him being in the Navy. Were you doing enough with your life? He was a top fighter pilot in the nation, graduated from TopGun, and was now being called back due to his skill. You were a simple middle school teacher. How could you ever amount to the amount of credibility he had?

You took a deepbreath and hurriedly dumped the tests on the bathroom sink, and fiddled with the packaging on the first one. The cardboard ripped open aggressively from your rushing, pieces of it flying everywhere. You grabbed the test out of the plastic, and tried not to let your hands tremor as you read the paper instructions. “This is kinda weird,” you murmured at the situation, letting yourself take the test. You were desperate to find some sort of humor in this situation, but there was little to none. What if he left? Would you have to raise the child by yourself? Would he even pay for the child support? Your heart was thumping as you put the test on a piece of toilet paper, and let it sit on your counter. Still sitting on the toilet seat, you put your head in your hands. You should have more trust in Jake, you chastised yourself internally. But with what was going on in the world, you could never be sure. What if he wanted you to get an abortion? What if he thought the baby would get in his way? What if you miscarried? Could you even be a good enough mom? The thoughts were swimming in your mind and you were drowning in them. You needed Jake, but you knew his heart would crush with hurt if he found out you were thinking like this. When the first test was halfway through, you grabbed the second stick and hurriedly repeated the same process.

They sat on the bathroom counter side by side, the clock ticking away. You unlocked your phone to see one text from Jake from twenty minutes ago. It was him saying he was on his way home. You looked at the clock anxiously, knowing you were running out of time. Right as your time was up, you heard his keys in the front door. You flipped the two tests over with shaky hands, seeing the same results. Positive. The pieces of plastic stared back into you, and you cupped your hands on your face trying to hold back a sob. The tossing of keys into one your decoration bowls loudly echoing throughout the house made you find the energy to reach over and lock the door. Your hands were trembling, the world spinning around you. You could hear Jake somewhere off calling your name, clearly having no clue where you were. Your hand slid down over your mouth, stifling that quiet cry you were desperate to let out. To find the hidden silver lining in this situation. You slid down the bathroom wall, the pink plastic still clenched in your hand so tightly it made your hand turn white. Your erratic breathing alerted Jake to where you were, and his banging on the bathroom door brought you back to reality.

“Honey, what’s going on? I can hear you in there, I’m worried,” he called out urgently from the other side of the door. He knocked hardly two more times, the pounding on your shared bathroom door doing nothing to help your nausea. “I’ll throw this goddamn door down if I need too!” His voice went up an octave when he said that, the raised voice scaring you. You knew it was out of care and concern, but you were so frazzled you had no clue what to think. Your mouth hung open before words finally came out. “Jake,” you stuttered out slowly, “You’re going to hate me.” A choked sob came out of your mouth at the thought of his disappointed face, him telling you that you used protection. That the tests were wrong. That there had to be some way out of this. Him telling you that he couldn’t put his career at risk for a child. “Honey,” he urged, his forehead pressed on the other side of the bathroom door, “Just please let me in.” From your position on the bathroom floor, you leaned over with a weak arm, unlocking the bathroom door. Jake flew the door open the second he heard the unlock, hitting the bathroom wall with a BANG. the sound made you jump, and Jake instantly made his way over to your shaking figure.

You were inconsolable, the trash from the gets thrown around the bathroom. The toilet seat was still up, the test still in your hand. You were squeezing it to death, desperate to hide it from him for a moment longer. “No!” You mumbled as he reached over to grab your hand, kneeling down in front of you. Jake quickly wiped the tears from your face, but more kept flowing. “Honey, I need you to breathe for me. Focus on my voice. Follow my breathing pattern.” He grabbed the hand without the test and squeezed it. He knew your love language was touch, so he leaned into you and kissed your temple lightly. Slowly, your breathing returned to normal, and your grip on the test slowly released. Carefully, Jake flipped it over, his heart dropping when he saw it. Positive. You were pregnant.

“No,” you cried out as you read his expression, “I told you you would hate me, Jake! Oh God!” The cries came from your shaking body, and your attempt to not hyperventilate was shakily succeeding. His bewildered expression met your eyes, his head constantly shaking from left to right. He grabbed both of your hands in his, holding them up in front of his lips. Giving each a chaste kiss, he grabbed your jaw softly. “Baby, I could never hate you. I’m overjoyed. I know it wasn’t the time we were planning, but it’ll work just as well, hm?” You slowly nodded your head and Jake smiled in adoration at you, his eyes dropping down to your belly. He leaned over you to start the bath, testing the temperature for you. He made sure it was just how you usually like it, as usual. You stood up, letting yourself fall into his arms. You stood in front of the mirror embracing, as steam slowly danced around the bathroom beginning to fog the mirror up. Jake spun you to face the mirror, and you grimaced at your reflection.

“You,” he kissed your cheek with a giddy grin, “are carrying my baby? Honey, I couldn’t be more honored. Of course I want this baby, but if you want to look at other options then we can. It’s your body.” Your heart melted at his words, one of your arms going to snake around the nape of his neck in comfort. You let your hands grab at the hair there, staring into his blue eyes. “I want to keep it,” you whispered softly and Jake’s grin expanded. “We’re going to be the best parents,” he said. Jake enveloped you in a kiss with him as your bathwater ran in the background.

Everything would be okay.

#hangman #hangman fic #hangman x reader #hangman x you #jake seresin #jake seresin fic #jake seresin x reader #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun maverick imagine

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zaddyazula · 6 months

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gimme yakuza propaganda so i can see if i wanna peep it

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well there are currently 9/11 main line games (i shall explain) and all of them are available on modern consoles (a lot of them came out on ps3 or ps4 originally).

there are two remakes, one for yakuza 1 (a ps2 game) and one for yakuza 2 (another ps2 game), called yakuza kiwami and yakuza kiwami 2. they are actually pretty good remakes from what i’ve seen, but i haven’t played the original two. this is why i said 9/11 main line games.

the total order goes (chronologically):

yakuza 0

yakuza (kiwami) 1

yakuza (kiwami) 2

yakuza 3

yakuza 4

yakuza 5

yakuza 6

yakuza 7/like a dragon

yakuza lad gaiden (the one that just came out)

they are all classic fighting games until 7, which is turn-based, i am still raging about that. gaiden isn’t though. also as you asked me about a while ago now, the guy with the spiky hair is the protagonist of 7 and he will be for 8, which is coming out january next year.

the main protagonist (table slam guy) is the or one of the protagonists in every other game (0 has two, 4 has 4, and 5 has 5).

women are written decently well, a lot, lot better than mgs, though there is about two main characters who are women per game 😭😭😭😭😭😭 not one of its strongest points but they all have clothes on!! the bare minimum we love to see it. (i will just say there is actually a fat woman who is a main-ish side character in 4, who is done pretty well!!! so hurrah!!!!)

characters are extremely well written and the writing is good for the most part, there are a couple of moments in earlier games (more 3,4 and 5) where you’re sort of shocked by how ridiculous it is, but it works decently well. i prefer the first couple of games, and then the 6+. there are a few spin-offs available in the west, being dead souls (zombie game), which is ps3 only, and lad:ishin, which is set in the 1860s (and a couple more others but i can’t think). the table slam man (kiryu) has actually started to remind me a lot of snake, and the series’ stories are actually quite similar.

talking about kiryu, he respects women!!! to the point where he refuses to ever hurt a woman, and has on many occasions beat someone up for hurting a woman. not to say he doesn’t have weird-ish female relationships, but they’re overall quite sweet and last for the game, and are then never touched upon again. they’re nowhere near a meryl-snake level catastrophe.

the games themselves aren’t too long for the most part, the longest i found being 5 (30 hours) and 7 (39 hours), but that’s including all the time fucking around doing karaoke or other things. 0 took me about 28 hours; kiwami 1 took about 22 hours (i think); kiwami 2 took me about 26 hours; 3 took 16 hours; 4 took 23 hours; 6 took 21 hours, and gaiden took 11 (it’s a lot shorter).

going back to karaoke - the amount of optional shit you can do is crazy. substories are probably the biggest thing with this, some of them being decently long and others being pretty short. they are usually quite fun and can give you a break from the story (which can at times be miserable). karaoke is probably my favourite mini-game in the series. you basically just press buttons with the right timing and it is ridiculously fun and silly. other mini-games are available, such as pool, bowling (in the earlier games), fishing, claw-machines, arcade games, DISCO (in 0 but it’s class), darts and probably some others but i can’t remember. the story can get a bit depressing, but it’s balanced out by the silliness the games also have, and surprisingly it works? in mgs, it sort of half works, you’ve got a monkey who smokes cigarettes and drinks coke and then the world is falling apart. war had changed. snake is old and dying and he cannot escape the world yet. and then johnny shits himself. comedy 👍 but with yakuza, the two different sides work together really well, especially in 0, and it ends up making sense eventually.

i think that’s it you have been yakuzer-propagandad!!!!

#i’m sorry this took like 7 hours i started it before i went to school and i then had to do cornell notes for homework so here you go!!!!#rgg #yakuza #my asks

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andromythical · 3 months

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PJO FINALE SPOILERS!!

"Look - You didn't ask to be a half-blood" OOH IM GAGGED. the swordfighting flashbacks??? "I warned you. If you're not careful, you'll find out who I am." OH THAT IS MY PERCY JACKSON RIGHT THERE!! THE WAVE GOING AROUND HIM????? HE SLASHED ARES' ACHILLES TENDON.... OH MY GODS. OHH HADES' HELM.. "tell Hades I expect him to do the same.... please." OHH THE ZEUS CONVERSATION IN THE CABIN ! "I'm done running from monsters. This is too important, I have to try." ANNABETH GIVIJG HIM HER NECKLACE IM SICKKK

"just to be clear, how sure are we we cant explain all of this in an email?" "Where's the glory in that? WOAH. OLYMPUS IS SO COOL???? I WOULD KILL TO LIVE THERE. ohh another Percy and Luke flashback.. THE SPIDER/DEMIGOD COMPARISON?? "Things that are small and scary.. get squished." HOLY SHIT. oh the council room is not at all as cool as I thought. r.i.p Lance Reddik, absolute legend 🫡 OHHH THIS IS SO GOOD THIS IS SOOOO GOOD. "BOY. the war proceeds, it ends with victory." oh wow. oh wowwee. "They obey, because theyre afraid." TOA REFERENCE?? OH MY GODS OH MU GODS POSEIDON SAVING PERCY IM THROWING UP IM ILL!! "Take your victory, just spare my son." number 1 dad alert?? THEY'RE SPEAKING ANCIENT GREEK??? WHAT?? THIS IS SO COOL??? "Make sure I never see this one again" uhm about that... "The sea does not like to be restrained" HE SAID THE LINE!!! HE SAID THE LINE!! ohh they both love Sally so much I'm dying. "Do you ever dream about mom?" ohhh I'm sobbing. THE LOOK ON PERCY'S FACE WHEN POSEIDONS HAND PULLS AWAY?? ARE THOSE THE STOLL BROTHERS?? OR CASTOR AND POLLUX?? ohh they're hugging. oooh they're strategizing. CLARISSE!! leave my girl ALONE!! "And you should be betrayed by one who calls you a friend" oh honeyyy :( HES FIGURING IT OUT. THE FIREWORKS LIGHTING LUKES SCAR?? "I didn't think you'd give them to Grover to wear." he likes Grover, he didn't want Grover to be hurt because he was his first proper protector, he lead him, Annie, and Thalia to safety, to camp, Luke DIDN'T WANT TO HURT GROVER. Ohh walker and Charlie's acting is insane... BACKBITER ??? ohh this is so good kid from the musical coded. "This isn't you!! 🥺🥺" Luke's face when Percy said he met Hermes is making me SOB. oh this fight scene is so sick... ANNABETH??? Luke's face?? HE WENT THROUGH THE GATEWAY?? I'm crying. "I don't think he does either, that's what scares me." OHHHH. "You are a leader in the eyes of your fellow half-bloods." HES TWELVE ??? 😭😭 "Percy?? That's your name??" Oh Dionysus I love you. ANNABETHS HAIR DEVOURED??? "And then some place like Disney world?" ANNABETHHH "just.. be a kid." OH MY GOD. GROVERS SEARCHING LICENCE?? "No ones bothered to check the seas!" WOO FORESHADOWING!! THE GROUP HUG :(( CRYING. SALLY!!!! the only mother and son duo ever. Ohh their acting is unreal. IT WAS A DREAM?? is that Kronos?? he's fucking ugly I can't even lie... OHH IT'S SALLY SHES REAL!! "grandpa:(" "don't call him that..." cry laughing. They're so precious to me :(((( BLUE PANCAKES!! I'm sick this is so perfect 😭😭 the brainrot is real.

#this is SO long #non book readers must be SHOCKED #this is going to be my personality for the next year #if you couldnt tell im typing while watching #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo series #percy jackson

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effloradox · 3 months

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stop dreaming of the quiet life (it’s one we’ll never know)

I am not immune to Mat Baynton’s good looks even when he’s playing a cyberterrorist I’m afraid 🫡 also y'know I love a man who I'd forget my morals for and Ariel is,, filling that brief

Pairing: Ariel Conroy x Reader

Prompt: “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”

Warnings: It’s Ariel so it’s not the healthiest of relationships, (sort of) choking, manipulation, (sort of) toxic relationship (Reader loves Ariel and is there by choice but y'know he's not the most upstanding of guys), takes place just before canon

It’s a beautiful evening. It’s something you can really appreciate out here in the middle of nowhere, where the stars shine brighter than you can ever recall seeing them back home. New Mexico hadn’t been somewhere high on your travel list initially but now you’re here it is nice to take a moment to appreciate it. Things have been so hectic recently that it’s almost nice to have a moment to yourself. You've certainly stayed in worse safe houses.

“You shouldn’t be out here by yourself.” Ariel’s voice cuts through the silence of the night and you can tell he’s partially annoyed at you. You know he hates not knowing exactly where you are at any given moment, especially when he’s been busy working and away from the safe house. You’d taken to carrying your laptop around with you for the past few days since you know he can always watch you through it so he knows you’re safe, occasionally waving or blowing a kiss in its general direction to keep yourself entertained.

“If you checked the cameras you would’ve seen me straight away.” You’d chosen your spot on the grass carefully, making sure that you were visible on two different cameras aimed at the exterior of the house but he clearly hadn’t checked. He wasn’t due back for another day or two, though you can’t say you’re surprised he’s here. He’s never liked leaving you by yourself for long. Not that you blame him. Being a wanted cyberterrorist isn’t exactly the safest job in the world.

You can hear the soft padding of shoes on grass as he walks towards you, only stopping when he finally appears in your line of sight. He won’t join you on the artificial grass, too many germs, but he extends a gloved hand to you to help pull you to your feet. Once you’re on your feet he pulls you into him, one hand resting lightly on the back of your neck as the other keeps you snug against him.

“We’ll be going again in a few hours. Max is getting the van ready so we can go before sunrise.” You let out a soft hum at his words, your arms moving to his waist so you can hug him back.

“I’ll miss you.” He pulls away from you after you speak, dark eyes conveying an emotion you can’t quite place.

“You’re coming with us.” You frown at that, confusion swarming your mind.

“Why?” The question slips out without you meaning for it to, and you wince slightly at the displeased frown that appears on Ariel’s face. You don’t mean to doubt him but after two years of him keeping you far from any Deus Ex activities it’s hard to understand why he’s bringing you along to a prison break of all things.

“You’re safer there with me than here by yourself.” Despite everything, you believe that. Ariel can be a vicious man if the right situation arises, and he wouldn’t put you into a dangerous situation if he wasn’t prepared to handle it personally. “Unless you don’t trust me to keep you safe.”

When you don’t speak, his expression darkens and the hand on your neck begins to add pressure as he squeezes it. It doesn’t hurt, not really, but you need to choose your next words carefully. The last thing you want is to upset him when he’s only just come home.

It used to bother you when he acted like this, but after a few years you understand the man in front of you almost as well as you understand yourself. He’s a man who’s been cast aside and betrayed by people he should've been able to trust a lot in his life. In these moments all he’s searching for is reassurance that you won’t hurt him the way everyone else in his life has. Over time that’s a skill you’ve honed quite well.

“You know I trust you with my life Ariel.” When you answer him, you do your best to maintain eye contact to show that you’re being sincere. Whatever he wants from you, you seem to fulfil as the pressure on your neck is removed, and he leans forward to press a kiss against your forehead.

"I do." When he moves away from you, you close the gap once again to press a kiss softly on his lips.

“I’ll go pack my things, yeah?"

#my writing #ariel conroy x reader #ymata x reader #you me and the apocalypse x reader #gn!reader #fics

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muddyorbsblr · 11 months

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monthly wrap-up :: may 2023

Welcome to smth I’m gonna try this month: a wrap-up! I’ll be giving you all a lil recap of the fics I’ve read & written over the last month and hopefully this will get me to actually chip away at my TBR and get y’all on some non-Loki/Tom stories that I occasionally do read 🫡

Everything under the cut

Loki x Reader

Don't Be Shy by @lokisgoodgirl

The way that shy Loki being nervous about not satisfying Agent Y/N has me running around in circles in my living room I can't 🫠🫡

Hostile F*cks: Public Relations by @lokisgoodgirl

A perfect epilogue to this series that was a masterclass of holding your emotions hostage and giving the best payoff. And the fencing pants got a return cameo?? This had me giggling and squeeing and the second the fencing pants came out to play…running laps once again 🫠

An Interesting Theory by @infinitystoner

Completely obsessed with the dynamic between Loki & Reader in this piece. And the ending with Loki deciding that he needs more "data" to "confirm the hypothesis"? I see you, Mischief 😏🫠

The Prince is Dead by @lokisgoodgirl

The beginning had me all teary eyed and ready to fight; the end had me filled with hope and chortling at the tasteful dick joke. LGG really do be a master at holding our emotions hostage with a satisfying payoff at the end 🥹 I live in fear thinking what she could be capable of if she ups and decides to make a piece of just pure angst 😳👀

A Gentlemen's Agreement by @lokisgoodgirl

This had me having some good reminiscing moments of back when I was a Steve girly for a few months in 2015 and also deciding that Bucky's a second simp subject. Distant second, but a second nonetheless. The fact that there's even a second got me doing the Blinking Man at myself--

She is Beauty, She is Grace, She Will Stab You in the Face by @clandestineloki

The adorable dynamic between them when he caught her and saved her from tripping?? Her singing Hamilton without a care in the world? Their whole exchange in the jet after she offed 3 henchmen for hurting her mans?? I love them, your honor.

A Lesson on Behaving by @multifandom-worlds

Reader edging Loki and "suffering" the consequences? With a brief cameo from besties Nat & Wanda trying (and failing hilariously because Reader tried to go and get a snack) to hide her from said consequences? Sign me up and don't expect to be able to contact me for the next few hours because I need to recover from the smut 🥵🫠

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Under Your Spell by @holdmytesseract

A Model AU where Reader's a photographer and she's been hired to do an underwear shoot for Calvin Klein…and Tom's tatted and pierced and--and--*melts on the spot* 🫠 Head empty all thots…that is all 😮‍💨

Bucky Barnes x Reader

shouldn't have gone by @imyourbratzdoll

This had me clutching at my heart going "why would he do this to Reader what the hell"…like no joke I needed a good few mins to start breathing right and not in the fun I just read toe curling smut way. I mean in the "If I try now I might start crying" way 🥲

Ari Levinson x Reader

Like a Broken Record by @howdoyousleep3

Ari with a plus size reader making her feel so empowered & beautiful in bed? The “I’m keeping you” vibe?! This had me 100% completely deceased when I read it while I was out doing groceries (bc y’all know me I should know better than to read smut in public but I never do and I might never will lol).

self-conscious ask by @imyourbratzdoll

This one hit me so close to home and honestly where can I get a boyfriend like this I would very much appreciate one 🥺💖

Give Me One More by @saiyanprincessswanie

This character + this trope = Ally dead in the water. Thank you and goodnight I am not available for comment at this time 🫡

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Fall Kiss by @animnerd

Besties becoming lovers after months apart and having some fluffy wholesome fun on a pile of leaves before having their first kiss? Lemme melt in my spot real quick aaaaaa

Clark Kent/Superman x Reader

It Got Worse by @hannibals-favourite-meal

Clark being a soft lil simp for his fiance while her brother Bruce has a hilarious mix of "I'm happy their happy" and "Why did I ever set them up" is such an adorable dynamic and I need more 🥹

Loki x Reader

rules of conduct: the checkout queue

Thomas Sharpe x Reader

the final Lady Sharpe part 2: a risky endeavor

#rec list #monthly wrap-up

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fabbyf1 · 1 year

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Howdy, Besties 🫡

I hope everyone is doing well and staying hydrated!

I am taking a much needed vacation as of tomorrow morning until the end of the month. (I AM FREE AT LAST!!!!!) I probably won't write very much while I'm there.

BUT HERE'S THE GOOD NEWS:

I have a quick little Lestappen PWP in the works for you! I've finished writing it; it just needs to be edited. I think you are going to enjoy it. I think it will also make you scream... (in a good way), and I'm very excited to see your reaction. I'm a fucking meme if I've ever seen one. This will most likely be posted tomorrow night (Friday PST). Hopefully, this can hold you all over until I get back home 😈😂😎

I've started working on a longer plotty fic again! But it's going to be a different pairing this time around. I hope that's okay with you all. I know many of you are only here for Lestappen, and that's okay! I love Lestappen, and I'm not done writing for them by any means. I have lots of fic ideas and WIPS for them. They're my fav ship to write for. I have just owed @takenquicklys a Maxiel fic for a while now... 😂

I'll still be lurking around these streets while on vacation, bothering you all, and posting cursed content. I'm not planning on disappearing. I'm just not going to force myself to write (for once). If it happens, it happens, but I'm not planning on writing until I get home.

ANYWAY... my plotty Maxiel fic will probably take a few weeks to write, but in the meantime, here's a little snippet for you. I hope you'll enjoy it, even if you're only here for Lestappen! This fic is a little angstier than I normally write... but it will still have lots of Fabby Fluff.

Enjoy besties and have a great weekend!

When Daniel decided to leave Red Bull in 2018, Max was... confused. He wasn’t hurt, necessarily, but it was hard not to take it a little bit personally. Because nobody leaves Red Bull Racing to go to a mid-field team.

It had to be at least a little bit personal.

Their last season together got a little rough around the edges. After being teammates for so many years, they were bound to come together on track every now and then. It was nowhere near the battle of the silver arrows back in 2016, but every time they came together in 2018 seemed to be worse than the time before.

They could usually move past it.

They would ignore each other for a day to cool off, and then they’d pretend like nothing ever happened.

It was good.

It was working.

But some incidents were harder to move past than others.

(Well done, Baku.)

After Daniel left, things got better. They were able to just be friends again and not worry about being teammates. Max became the veteran of his team and saw new teammates come and go, and Daniel had great results for Renault.

Everything was going great for both of them.

But then McLaren happened.

McLaren took a lot from both of them.

For Daniel, it took away his pride. It took away his confidence. It turned this tall, cocky, king of the late-breaking man into a too-small, too-skinny, twitchy-on-the-break-pedal kind of guy. It was hard to watch at times.

To make matters worse for him, everyone compared him to Lando. Which wasn’t fair because Lando had been with McLaren for years. Lando already knew how to get the most out of that shit-box of a car. Daniel still had to learn.

For Max, it was hard to watch his best friend hit rock bottom. Especially because Max was having such a great year in comparison. He was leading the championship for the first time. He was winning every weekend, his race suit was always damp with champagne, and he was confident that he would become World Champion at the end of the year.

2021 was the best and worst year of his life.

He won the championship, but he lost his best friend.

Fucking McLaren.

#WIP Snippet #woooooo exciting things in the works!!!!!

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Okay, I thought Le Salut emotionally devastated me? Wrong. Weak sauce. I think I inadvertently went in order from happiest to most depressing salvation ending oops…💀

Big fat spoilers for everyone’s salvation ends under the cut!! I’ll add the order I did them in first in case somehow someone finds this and is curious but hasn’t done them all yet

Just wanna say though, thank you Virche Evermore for gifting us with not one, not two, but FIVE(!) long-haired boys, god damn! I would like to shake Yomi’s hand because the art and character designs are so *chef’s kiss,* long-haired anime boys are superior 😂

Also random aside, the first few notes of the salvation theme before the piano comes in gives me such……… indescribable feelings? That underlying dissonance fills me with like such a desperate but forlorn desire to go back to simpler, happier times before the melody becomes more hopeful 😂 (this might be a weird pull, but it gives me Giygas theme prayer for safety vibes from Earthbound 👀)

Adolphe -> Mathis -> Scien -> Yves -> Lucas (yes I saved him for last because I am a Lucas simp I admit it. I saw some comments say it was uhhh not the happiest ending LOL but the heart wants what the heart wants 💀) Boy this is gonna be a LONG post

Adolphe

Love things being solved with guns lmfaooo, guess we’ll go by each scene that the game goes through. Also since I forgot to mention this in my Le Salut rant, I LOVE all of Ankou’s CGs, he is so pretty! The very first one you get stopping Ceres from killing herself? Impeccable. When Adolphe’s pointing a sword at him while his hair’s blowing in the wind? Show-stopping. Him eating the lycoris? Peak *I saw a man so beautiful I started crying* 😩

LUCAS AND NADIA ARE ALIVE! NADIA IS RECOVERING!! LUCAS IS GOING TO THERAPY!!! As mad as I am that ankou died, this is the best timeline oh my gosh the way I (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) when I heard Nadia, the relief I felt for these two blonde bitches y’all…

LMAO JEAN. Oh my evil hot butler being forced to take care of a baby as his punishment is so *chef’s kiss,* scien has wonderful ideas, I desperately want fan art of this 😂 ah… they did say Rosalie was pregnant though when she was killed, didn’t they… oh now it hurts a little more… I hope he, Mathis, and the kid become a loving family 😔

What the FUCK Yves eating the lycoris bulbs coming in clutch though??? And Hugo still being an A+ Yvesexual I approve 😌

Scien is the BIGGEST mvp though in practically every route my god

This was such like a nice, tight little bow to put at the end of what I guess is the true route? But I love it because all our boys are happy (Ripperoni ankou 🫡)

Mathis

Sweet baby boy, too good for this world… Dahut why tf are you blowing shit up in his route this don’t involve you go away 😂 (still love him though…)

Oh… OH. Mathis was ACTUALLY baby…?? o_o (kinda 😬 how Jean got the cells but uh, let’s ignore that shall we?) Rosalie, Camille, Mathis happy family AU when??? Aaaw Jean did care about Mathis deep down TT_TT (like waaaay deep down), and thank you Scien again as always.

Lmao Ankou’s just casually showing up like, “here take these sweets, it’s made of my blood! Haha no of course I’m joking it’s just normal candy” 👀 Not much else to say about this end, it was cute! I’m glad at least one character got a real happy ending 😌

Scien

Bruh I forgot how disrespectful Scien is to everybody lmaooo, guess we back to sandwich dispenser… I’m glad Dahut’s our friend in this route though!

SALOME WHAT THE FUCK! Oh bruh hell nah, she did not just do that I stg… oh bitch she really killed Dahut huh. YOU JUST KILLED YOUR SON!! GIRL, THIS MAKES ME MAD AF 💀 (this also made me realize they share the same bang style 😭)

Not much else to say about this one either, I’m glad it’s happy (other than Dahut… and they’re never gonna find out about that, huh… ಠ_ಠ), and looks like the kiss CG’s improved! 😂

Yves

Bruh Yves needs therapy so bad, he’s such a good boy though 😂 Ngl his full name is kinda sick, Yves Noirge, guardian of the Lycoris, named after the flowers of misfortune? That goes hard af

Please… please give her the Magic science juice first so you don’t die before you get to her… no? Aight then I guess the power of love stopped you from dropping dead LOL (this kiss CG was also pretty nice! Hooray the artist has improved 😂)

Cannot believe they put in the effort to change Scien’s sprite so he’s missing an arm though lmao, and Ankou just kinda showing up to solve problems is always great

Y’all Yves and Ceres are so mentally I’ll for each other… and two kiss CGs!! They really saved the nice ones for the end huh 😂 Good for Yves! It’s not a super happy ending, but at the very least things are hopeful, and that’s all I can really ask for in this game…

Lucas

I am. Upset. I miss when all we had to worry about was the cage 😂

*internal screaming* Boy oh boy this one absolutely wrecked my shit. When I looked at the flow chart and realized it would split off AFTER Nadia and the killing spree… 😬 like bitch I don’t wanna go through this again 💀 okay okay though, this one’s definitely gonna be long (sorry in advance), I guess I’ll just tackle the scenes chronologically:

Seeing Dahut hiding from Lucas really just made me shout “LOOK WHAT YOU DID!!” at my TV now knowing what we know lmao, but also… why was he unsure about Capucine’s involvement…? Like he knew Capucine was Ortie and he must’ve known that Capucine was running the hospital Nadia was in… also knew he was abusing Lucas and doing fucked up human experimentation, Dahut so why are you surprised??? I would’ve pulled Nadia out if there the second I became friends with her, a huge chunk of this is your fault 😭

But bruh… this is not a salvation end… it’s a despair end with more CGs and trying-to-talk-with-a-slit-throat-while-coughing-up-blood ASMR wtf 💀

(Poor Lucas saying “I can’t do this anymore” was so relatable lmao sweetie the game is doing you so dirty I am so sorry, like oh my god make the pain stop… what do you mean it’s only gonna get worse?!)

I am glad though that even though we stabbed our boy in the throat we are still going after Capucine’s ass together! Seeing him scared was so satisfying aah, GET FUCKED CAPUCINE HELL YEAH YOU BETTER BE AFRAID BITCH!! Even with 0 pints of blood, Lucas is still kicking down doors and kicking ass, what a king 👑 the man must be leaking everywhere (like sir we cut an artery, there must be a fountain coming out of you), love the “man too angry to die” vibes 😌

Bruh the siblings face to face is so fucked. Was not expecting Dahut to have already been there and playing dead though! Even though you’re kinda the reason Lucas and Nadia’s lives got so fucked, I’m glad you helped in the end 😌 get fucked (again) Capucine!! I’m very glad Nadia was the one to claw the shit out of that garbage man 🔥💯

Aha, the touching sibling reunion is SO super duper fucked 😭 they did not have to describe how Nadia can feel the other body parts and how much it hurts… like Jesus fucking Christ honey I am so sorry you’re in this game, this is too much suffering for such a sweet character 😩

God I am so absolutely devastated, his dying CG was pretty at least… ಥ_ಥ this ain’t fair though y’all… what is this injustice for Lucas?? Like this is some Shakespearean tragedy bullshit… Whoever decided his gravestone CG needed THREE variations is sadistic lmao 😭

My crops are dying, my skin is dry, everything is pain… I guess all we can really do is take some solace in the fact that he gets a happy ending with Nadia in Le Salut…

I don’t think the salvation theme music ever even played???? I also realized this motherfucker’s been wearing high heels the whole time while on his murderous rampage??? WORK BITCH damn 💅

Phew this rant for just Lucas probably could’ve been its own post honestly lmao but oh well, the man changed my brain chemistry… guess it’s time to pray for the FD to be localized. Please our lord and savior Scien, let it be soon, Lucas deserves so much better than what he got 😭

Well guess that’s it for my rambling posts about virche evermore!! This game was a wild ride from start to finish and I loved it, time to make shitty memes to cure my brain rot (sorry if this post was incomprehensible LOL)

#blupengu yells about virche evermore #virche spoilers #virche evermore spoilers #an extra spoiler tag because salvation ends phew #my post

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