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gremlingottoosilly · 1 month

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Someone, take Lego away from Konig (yandere!loser!Konig x fem!Reader)

AO3

Konig is keeping you in his basement. Turns out, this is still not the worst part. His interest are. Tags ans Warnings: Dub-con, obsessive behaviour, possessive behavior, yandere loser Konig, size difference, kidnapping, weird fluff.

König can play women’s bodies like fine musical instruments.

After he spent 10 minutes vigorously rubbing your outer labia, you concluded that he was thrown out of musical school on day one.

He flicks your clit occasionally, clearly not considering it something worthy of attention and, obviously, not something that actually brings you pleasure – he fidgets with it mechanically, like it’s a part of his riffle, and you almost want to say that his dismissive approach is kind of hot. He edges you perfectly, always giving away just enough pleasure that it feels nice, but not nearly enough that it brings you to orgasm – and he does so with zero idea of what he is doing, which makes you…almost proud. Of him. Of your angry crazy incel loser kidnapper who thought that bringing you lego flowers would make you suck his cock.

Well, it kinda did. Not the flowers, the whole…kidnapping thing. He did use it to get into your pants – and you aren’t even allowed to wear those now. Only his shirts, maybe a hoodie on a cold day, and a pair of lacy panties that he slips on you every morning he is at home.

You have a system – and König does his best to maintain it. You are getting fed at the same time, to make sure that your pretty little self is not malnourished, you are getting roughly clean clothes — most of it belongs to him, of course, like it’s not embarrassing to wear, and sometimes he even asks how your day was. Sometimes you look him deep in the eyes and say that you didn’t move from your usual spot the whole day because, well, you are kidnapped. Sometimes you are trying to be funny and make some silly jokes — and then he either gets too comfortable laughing and then trying to get his hand all the way down the depths of your inner thighs, or he gets angry.

König knows that a petty flower like you doesn’t want to be in captivity for so long, but there really isn’t much both of you can do about it.

He brings you different lego sets from time to time, trying to find out what you like the most. He doesn’t quite understand that, working in a Lego shop, you were utterly sick of most of the boxes lying around. He tried to gauge the reaction out of you, but you’re either ignoring him, crying or begging him to let you go…and he can’t exactly have that. He, kinda, can, of course, but it would mean sliding off your brain so you would never tell anyone about your experiences, or getting into a showdown with the police – and knowing that he hopped you through the border illegally to be his captive wife, wouldn’t really give him any brownie points. He is fucked, utterly and completely, if you’re ever going to be free without falling madly in love with him…

Which is why König is trying to make you love him. Thoroughly, utterly, and spending copious amounts of time with his tongue buried between your folds in the meantime.

Like now.

— You like it, ja? When I move like this…

He was spending too much time caressing and fondling your thighs – but you must admit that having his lips travel across your skin and sending goosebumps right into your core wasn’t so bad…he touched you a bit awkwardly, just a tad bit shy – like he wasn’t so sure how to approach a soft, female body instead of a cold rifle he was probably used to…he knows that he can’t just treat you like another one of his guns but, by god, if he doesn’t adore the way you look at him. All scared and nervous as he pushes his lips upwards, as he covers your soft skin with bite marks – you were so sure that he will be too nervous to even touch you, but you know better now…this guy doesn’t care that he is your captor. He only wants you to accept him, and if giving you gifts didn’t work out…

You needed to be a bit more diligent about the whole accepting his kindness thing. Maybe he would have been satisfied with a handjob – but now he wants to put his hands on you and do his job.

— Too…too much, Ko…

— Call me “sir”.

There is steel in his voice, and you stiff slightly. This is new – he was never like this before, even though you kinda got that he was in some sort of military. He was way too bulky and had too much money to be a regular gun nerd, so you settled for some special forces or elite war crime unit…then again, you weren’t in Germany anymore. Guy would have to get another citizenship to get into a more serious “I fucking hate my fellow man” forces.

He flicks his tongue over your clit and you remember what you’re here for. To get fucked. Because you are fucked. Not right now in physical sense, but you will be in a few minutes, and you’ve been mentally fucked for a few another hours and-

— Sir, ple…too much, re…really…

König fuckijng adores you.

He loves your trembling voice, your trembling hands, your trembling everything. The way you squint your eyes as he finds all of your special spots – it took him some time but ladies are just like riffles – come undone if you press on a few parts. You look perfect under him, and he couldn’t have you any other way even if he wanted to…god, you’re too fucking perfect for your own good. So, so pretty, it’s insane how he didn’t fuck you the first night you’ve been in his basement. Perhaps, he was trying to be a gentleman – fuck this, now. If he knew how sweet you would sound, he’d abandon any rotten chivalry on day one.

König didn’t have a lot of experience – a few sex workers here and there, some in the more exotic destinations while the others were, embarrassingly enough, from his hometown. It was a sense of domesticity, that he isn’t a fucking loser who can’t get a lady in his bed without wavering either his gun or hit wallet – but he has you now, and you don’t really care about his money or his guns…unless he counts your obvious activity. Which he doesn’t. Good golly, you’re too fucking pretty to count that.

He flicks his tongue over your clit and dips lower, deeper, sucking the sweet nectar straight from the source. You’re embarrassingly wet even as you try to push his head away – he would handcuff you, but he likes your little resistance attempts too much. He moans every time you tug on his hair and, with time, you should finally understand that everything you do only makes him want you more. Maybe, you do – but you keep doing this because you’re such a good girl who wants nothing more but to please her dearest…not exactly husband, but he can work on this. He has friends in places. Same ones who used to get him out of detentions when his quiet kid violent tendencies weren’t quite quiet enough.

He is moaning as he eats you out – the sound reverberates from your walls and makes you clench around his tongue, your brain already getting fried from pleasure. You never wanted to get off from your captor’s tongue buried so deep between your legs, but you surely enjoy it now…

You try to pry his head from you when he gets a bit too eager, when it feels like his nose is smashing your clit and you can only moan some mindless bullshit.

— You want to talk about lego instead?

He presses his head on your thighs, his cheek angled against the soft skin. He has a bit of a stubble that burns the soft skin, but the look in his eyes is far too eager. He is not bullshitting – and this is the most terrifying he is ever been. You try to imagine another three-hour lecture Star Wars and the history of lego sets combined with his awkward attempts to fuck you in between turning his affection spam from one thing to the other. The picture is vivid in your mind. You can almost hear it.

You consider your options. It is a hard decision for you.

— You know, they weren’t able to sell the sets to girls up until…

You grab a fistful of his hair and push his face all the way down your dripping pussy.

It looks like the only sure way of making your captor shut up is literally forcing him to fuck you…there were many such cases – you embarrassingly easily fall to his charms, even though he has the aura and charisma of a serial killer who got a freshly baked orphan for his lunch and then tried to talk you into destroying a small country’s economy.

König eats you out with the vigor of a starving man, and there isn’t a place he would love to be more than here and now, listening to your heavenly moans. This is the best motivational song he heard so far – and as he pushes his big, flat tongue deeper into the gummy walls of your clenching pussy, he thinks about recording your sounds and then listening to them in the gym. Could probably break the poor lifting pole with the strength of his fists.

He brought you to an orgasm – not easily, he had to lick the reaction out of you, your heat coming down to both of you like a wave. You feel tired immediately, knowing just how much energy you just wasted listening to his blabber between your legs – but you honestly can’t be arsed to react right now.

König lifts his body up so he can kiss you – you taste yourself on him and, admittedly, it’s a lovely way to make him shut up. You still tremble as you get down from your high, your legs finally giving up, even though you were already laying on that shabby mattress. You shift slightly so he won’t crush you under the weight of his body. A Lego piece pocks at your side, making you wince.

You hate this fucking place.

— What’s wrong, Liebling?

He nuzzles your neck like a needy dog, pressing light kisses all over your skin. He is marking it, too – you can’t keep comparing him to a dog, but this is exactly what he is. Simply a war hound that you have to tame in order to get a somewhat normal life while still belonging in his basement. You thought you knew how to play this game – then he pushed you on your tummy and fucked you because, apparently, you were too good at playing him. Even now, he acts more like a lover – if only you could see past his homicidal tendencies…

But you can’t.

But he doesn’t care anyway.

— I…

You bite your lips, trying to come up with a lie that wouldn’t make him fuck you. König thought you looked beautiful like this, all holed up in your thoughts. So, so pretty, he couldn’t help himself – he needed you, as much as he kinda hated playing the psychological game and trying to understand what you’re thinking. Ladies are too mysterious for him, after all.

— I want to sleep in a normal bed.

Oh.

Well, he…didn’t expect this.

He was ready to combat your desire to run away or to be let go willingly. He was ready to put you on your knees and make you beg for him to not let you go - after all, you did belong to him in all of his right. He didn’t…didn’t expect you to want something so simple. Something that he can do. God, you’d look fucking divine on his bed instead of the tiny basement he put you in. He can already imagine you on your tummy, face buried in his pillows as he pounds into your soft ass and explains every superhero poster he has in his room. He will show you all of his figures and knives and guns, and you’ll finally see just how amazing he is and how interesting his hobbies are – and you’re bound to finally love him the way he deserves.

You stare at him, blankly. He kinda loves when you look like that – sometimes he imagines you being a mindless little bimbo who can’t think of anything besides his dick, and it helps him get off when you’re too sleepy to play along with him. He tried to bring you more sets, something childish, something meant for girls – but you tossed away the rose bouquet and you didn’t even spare a second glance at some fandom set that he thought you’d like. God, you’re difficult. Women are difficult. Why can’t you be as straight as a riffle?

— Normal bed, Katzen? You don’t like it here?

He puts a hand on your shoulder, his fingers too big to rest on your body carefully – he easily reaches for your neck and he knows that you’d go out like a light with the smallest squeeze. You’re adorable and soft like this, and he can’t wait to finally try choking with you.

König imagines your pretty, soft body all helpless under him – maybe you’d claw at his hands and beg him to stop, maybe you’d enjoy it, drenching the small mattress with your juices. Maybe you’d push your hips towards his, desperately searching for release. You can be a nasty, dirty girl, he knows this all too well – mostly because he did go through your phone and searched for your browser history. Who knew that a simple lego store cashier could have so many kidnapping and overpowering fantasies. Who knew that you could be so wet just because some military-obsessed loser wanted to shove his cock into you and wasn’t nice enough to ask first.

— I…I don’t like the basement.

Smart girl. You know how to be sot and obedient when you have to. Too bad, this behavior also made you all the more desirable for König – compared to the rowdy recruits and dumb enemies, your quiet voice is everything he needs to not go crazy. His hand plays with your neck, squeezing it slightly, playfully. He can feel your pulse quickening every time he does this and he is sure that if he’d drop his hand between your legs again, your pulsating pussy would be wet enough to indicate a second orgasm.

Shit.

He goes too far again.

— You don’t like the basement? Why?

You stare at him, blankly. He seriously thought there is nothing wrong with the basement – it’s small, yes, but probably just about the size of a studio apartment you were able to afford while working in Berlin, of all places. You have a mattress, a loving boyfriend, you have all the food and snacks you want, your pussy is filled with cum and your mind should be filled with endless love and adoration for the coolest guy in the world who just so happens to be in love with you, so…

He looks at your face again. Ja, you don’t like the basement. You’re a surface girl after all.

— You really want me to answer that? It’s the basement.

He snorts, still dragging the conversation.

— I spend most of my childhood in the basement. It was nice.

— I could tell.

— What?

— Nothing. Let me out, please.

He sighs with deeply settled tiredness. He thought you’d be nicer about it, too – but he knows what ladies want, he is a ladies' man at heart. He doesn’t have one, of course, not unless this charcoal-black shrapnel-filled thing deep in his chest could be considered one, but he tried his best to be good for you. You deserve something nice, something good. He wants to kiss you all over and he will do it on his own bed, while trying to talk you into watching some old nerdy TV show with him. Maybe you’d agree to play with some Lego after this and it could be considered a really nice and thorough foreplay.

— I can’t.

— Let me sleep on a normal bed, then.

Well, this, he can do.

Carefully unlocking your shackles and immediately catching your legs so you won’t kick him in an attempt to escape, König picks you up like a kitten. It’s scary, almost, how easy it is for him to just manhandle you into the position he wants. He is a big boy, admittingly, so it really doesn’t matter how big or how small you are. He can abuse you easily, and this is why you’re trying to keep him gentle. Using all of your womanly charms even if this guy would get off just from you calling his name.

He covers your eyes so you won’t see anything – not like you’re interested in the amount of weirdly specific movie posters on the walls or an alarming amount of firearms. He knows he is not the most charming person out there with the most interesting hobbies, but you will learn to appreciate all of his anime figures, or else you’re going to suffer the fate of a recruit who dares to ask his late thirties colonel of who the fuck Ayanami Rei is. Rumors are held that this guy was never seen in the army again.

He only puts the hand away from your face when you are sitting on the soft bed. You stare at the navy sheets – fucking obviously – and, surprisingly, a bed frame. Then your gaze travels a bit further, to the walls and…

God.

Oh fuck.

You almost want to cry from how much of a loser your kidnapper is. He is a threatening mercenary, a fucking colonel in military uniform who holds you at gunpoint occasionally. You stare at the anime posters. You contemplate your options.

— Can I go back to the basement?

If god is real, he is a fucking anime girl from the poster in your kidnapper’s bedroom.

#cod #konig x reader #konig #cod x reader #yandere konig #yandere cod #call of duty #konig x you #konig smut #cod konig #loser!konig

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leossmoonn · 6 months

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can you please do a fluff piece where Mike realizes he’s falling in love with the reader? maybe he’s scared at first and doesn’t know how to express himself to the reader (established relationship)? I feel like “labyrinth” by Taylor Swift would best describe what I have in mind! thanks for writing, love your work :)

thank you so much! this was so fun to write. i hope i was able to capture your idea!

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the first thing mike notices about you is how gentle you are. you aren’t always kind, and you get heated quickly. sometimes you say things you don’t mean or your exhaustion catches up with you, but the way you care and love is gentle.

he sees it in the way you cook dinner for him and abby and bring it all the way from your apartment. he hears it in the way you compliment and gush over him every day. he hears it when you assure him that he’s not a burden and his worries are valid. you show it in the way you massage his shoulders after a hard day of work. you show it in the way you kiss him awake in the mornings you stay over.

mike’s never been in a relationship like this. he can’t confidently say he’s ever been in a relationship period. women aren’t exactly lined up at his door. but when he met you, something just felt different. it truly felt like his whole world flipped upside down.

he’s never had an abundance of affection in his life. not since his brother disappeared. it was almost uncomfortable for him at first. accepting your quick pecks, long hugs, and sweet words was hard for him. he grew to appreciate everything you said and did for him, though. he realized that this is what he’s been missing in his life. your affection is what he’s been craving ever since he was a child.

but knows he can’t give you it back. or more so, he doesn’t know how to. he has all these feelings for you: joy, excitement, intimacy, passion, gratitude, and trust. yet, he doesn’t know how to display them. every word he says comes out in a rush and mumbles. he stutters as he tries to compliment you, his tongue suddenly feeling numb. he’s even afraid to instigate anything having to do with holding you, afraid he’ll somehow break you because you’re so perfect and he’s tainted.

the day he realizes he’s falling in love with you is on a sunday morning. the rain is pouring so hard it wakes mike up. he reaches out to you, only to grip empty sheets. he gets up, putting a pair of sweats on and sees you and abby in the kitchen. you’re coloring with her while sipping some coffee. there are a stack of waffles by you with a glass of orange juice for abby. mike can’t help but smile. if he had a camera, he would take a picture and frame this moment.

“good morning, sleepy head.” you greet him. you get up from your seat, walking over to him and hugging him. “how’d you sleep?”

“good,” he says. he instantly relaxes as you touch him. he leans into your warmth. “did you?”

“i always do when i sleep with you,” you smile. he blushes and smiles bashfully. “i’m glad.”

“i made some breakfast if you’d like some. i made it more for you and i, but abby ate some as well.”

he loves the way you take care of abby like she’s your own. you two got along from the start, which really eased mike’s mind. abby’s a tough cookie to crack, but it doesn’t seem like she’s invincible when it comes to you.

you kiss him on the lips. this kiss is soft and fleeting, but you press into him to make sure he knows it means something. he loves how different your kisses can be.

in front of abby, you kiss him chastely. there’s no need to stick your tongue in his mouth while his baby sister is there. but behind closed doors, you kiss him like you’ve been waiting to for eternity. it’s relieving because that’s how he kisses you, too. those types of kisses are often messy and wet. they usually lead to clothes being strung across the room and grabby hands. when mike’s had a bad day or isn’t feeling well, you kiss him on the forehead. whenever you stay over, you never fail to kiss his cheek before falling asleep in his arms.

“thank you,” mike says. “it smells delicious.”

you two sit down at the table, watching abby color. “is that me?” you ask. “yep,” abby nods. “and is that mike?” you point to a male stick figure.

“no, that’s one of my friends from school. this is mike.” she points to a stick figure with horns on it. you can’t help but laugh.

and god, he loves your laugh. although abby basically called mike the devil, he can’t help but smile. this laugh is your true laugh. it’s loud and drawn out, usually ending with a big sigh. you claim to hate it because you tell him you sound like a clown nose, but he enjoys it.

after eating, you convince abby to shower. now it’s just you and mike. you both get ready for the day, mike getting ready at the speed of light. you’re still picking out your outfit, even though you’re not even sure you will go anywhere important today.

mike just sits and admires you, telling you that everything you put on looks good on you. he knows you hate that answer, but he truly believes it. he loves the way you roll your eyes and start to get whiny after he says that. he loves the way you try so hard to look good, even though you could literally be wearing a trash bag and he’d still find you beautiful. as you scurry through the bedroom, he can’t help but catch onto your perfume and body wash. he loves the way you smell. so clean and fresh, even if you’re sweaty and hot.

“we should go out somewhere,” you suggest. “it’s pouring rain outside,” he chuckles softly.

“we could go grab lunch or dinner. you can wear that new shirt vanessa got you for your birthday.”

“i’m not so sure i like it.”

“oh, stop,” you shake your head. “you look so handsome in that shirt. and plus, it’s like the only nice shirt you have — no offense. you should wear it out. i know i won’t be the only woman staring at you.”

mike’s ears feel hot and a big smile encompasses his face. he loves how confident you are in him. everybody he knows he’s not the worst looking guy, but he doesn’t think he’s someone you stop and stare at because you can’t believe your eyes. he hates his eye bags and his soulless resting face, as abby calls it. he knows he looks angry a lot, mostly because he kind of is. you don’t seem to mind, though, or even notice.

you always want to go out and show him off, telling him how handsome and cute he is. he can’t deny that it makes him feel good. he loves that. he loves everything you do for him. there’s no denying it. he just loves you.

mike twiddles with his fingers and looks down at his lap. the words just repeat in his head.

i’m in love with her. i’m in love with her. i’m in love with her.

he feels his throat constrict and his heart race. everything nasty he’s ever thought about himself rises to the surface. he can’t be in love with you. he doesn’t know what it’s like to love somebody that isn’t a family member, and even then, the way he shows his love to abby is unconventional. all mike knows is how to push people away and pick fights and be alone.

“babe, are you okay?” you ask, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“hm? yeah,” he says, glancing at you.

“you sure? you looked like you were spacing out a little bit.”

“yeah,” he repeats. “i think abby’s done in the shower. i’m going to take one.”

“okay, sure,” you nod. “are you sure you don’t want to go anywhere?”

“um, ask abby. i don’t care,” he mumbles. he hastily grabs clean clothes and walks to the bathroom with his head down. you sigh loudly, racking your brain with what mike could be so upset about. maybe he had a bad dream and he just remembered, or something happened at work and he’s thinking about it?

either way, you feel as though it’s good to let him relax in the shower before pestering him about it. mike has a hard time coming to you with his problems. and not that you need to know every one or fix everything, but you just want him to be able to air it out so he can at least feel better.

most of the day is just you guys relaxing in the house. abby asks if she can go over to a friend’s house because her house is just so boring. you and mike take her and after you drop her off, you both run to the grocery store to pick up things for dinner.

“we should’ve gotten some dessert,” you say as you take the last bite on your plate.

“we can go back now,” mike says. “ah, it’s okay. maybe next time,” you smile.

he nods and picks up your plates, starting to wash them. you turn to face him, looking over him. you can tell his muscles are tense under his shirt. his jaw is clenched, which means he’s thinking about something that’s making him nervous. you can’t stand seeing him look sad anymore.

“hey, baby,” you say softly. you place a hand between his shoulder blades, gently rubbing his back. “you don’t have to do the dishes. we don’t have to be that productive.”

“i know. we aren’t doing much anyways. thought i’d do them before they pile up.”

you smile and peck his cheek. “you’re the perfect man, michael schmidt.”

he sighs and shakes his head. “i’m not.”

“of course you are. why would you think that?”

“because i…” his words falter and now you start to get nervous.

“mike, it’s okay. you can talk to me.”

“it’s stupid and… and just doesn’t make me the kind of guy you think i am.”

you sigh, your breath sounding shaky. “the only way you could not be is… is you killed someone or cheated on me.”

his eyes widen and he shakes his head. “oh my god. no. i haven’t killed anybody, and i would never cheat on you. you don’t understand how lucky i am to have you. and that i… i couldn’t ever think about cheating on you. no matter what state of mind i am in or if you hurt me first. you… you just… you’re everything to me.”

your heart swells and take his hand into yours, forgetting it’s wet from doing the dishes. you both share a small laugh and he dries his hands quickly.

“you’re everything to me, too, mike. and i want you to know that you can talk to me about whatever. i’m not trying to be a fixer, but i want you to know that i can be that person you vent to. i want to be that person. i want to carry your baggage. i want to share your scars. so, you don’t have to tell me what’s been on your mind now, or ever, but just for the future, know that i am here for you.”

he didn’t think he could fall any deeper for you until now.

“i know. i’m afraid i won’t be able to be there for you, though.”

“oh,” you say. “well, that’s okay. we all have times in our lives where —”

“i… i don’t mean emotionally. i mean, i do, but … it’s not easy for me to do what you do.”

you raise a brow. “and what do i do?”

“the way you…” he sighs, feeling so stupid. why can’t he just grow up? he’s not a teenager anymore learning about emotional intelligence.

“mike, go ahead,” you say.

“i… i’m falling in love with you,” he rushes out to where it sounds like i’mfallinginlovewithyou. you can’t help but let your jaw drop. “and i’m afraid that i won’t be able to show it like how you do. you’re so good at it. you’re so good at showing how much you care for me. i’m not the same. i want to be, but i don’t know how to. I’m afraid that you’ll realize that and… and leave me. which i would understand. it’s hard to give and not receive.”

you’re silent for a moment. mike searches your face, feeling like he can’t breathe. your face breaks out in a smile.

little does mike know, he does know how to show he loves and cares for you. you can see it when he reaches for you in his sleep, his hand searching for you even when he’s unconscious. he pulls you in, placing his hand on the small of your back without fail every time. you see it in the way he listens intently to your problems, never trying to provide a solution, only listening because he knows that’s what you need. he shows his love for you by holding your hand or waist in public, always keeping close to you and looking out for anybody threatening.

mike may think all these things he does are small, but you think it equates to what you do, if not more. he may not show it outwardly like you do, but it doesn’t make it any less important or more able.

“mike.” you move closer to him, brining a hand to cup his cheek. “you have no idea how you show your love to me. it doesn’t need to be over the top. the way i show my love for you isn’t over the top. i just think you’re not used to have someone love you, so you think everything i do is special.”

“it is, though,” he insists. “well, i think what you do is special, mike. you don’t need to ever be afraid of me not thinking you don’t love me. cause i know,” you say.

he breathes out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “good. i’m glad.”

“why don’t we go and get some dessert,” you suggest. he nods, “anything you want.” he moves to grab his shoes and coat.

“and mike,” you say, stopping him. he looks up at you, his big brown eyes staring into yours. “in case you couldn’t tell, i’m in love with you, too.”

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x you

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 9 months

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Being in a relationship with the Fontaine Women

characters: Charlotte / Furina / Lynette / Navia x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none, just fluff

genre: Mostly fluff, with a bit of comfort added in Navia’s part

a/n: I decided to leave out Clorinde bc I honestly don’t have any concrete headcanons about her, mostly because she was only there for like 3 scenes and said a total of like 2 sentences. I will write for her, but I still need time to read more about her.

I tried to keep this at least a bit headcanon-y, but you know me, so I decided to add a small scenario to every character’s part, mostly just one’s I felt served as good examples of how things might be and that I didn’t feel like I’d get the chance to write in the future.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Charlotte

With Charlotte, days on which nothing happened were rare. There always was some sort of event going on somewhere, and wherever it was, the journalist wasn’t far away, dragging you along with her. But just because you were there for work, didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy yourselves, especially with someone as energetic as her.

Trying to hold secrets from her, be they good or bad, quickly proved to be futile. She was a Journalist after all, so slowly digging up information to eventually figure out the truth was part of her being. That being said, getting informations through investigating always felt more rewarding to her than getting them served on a silver platter, so it quickly became routine between the two of you to give each other only a few hints instead of normally announcing news… something that, to the misfortune of others around you, quickly also seeped into your conversation with your friends and family.

“‘Man trips and falls down stairs at the opera house’? No, why would anyone read an article when they get all of the information via the headline?”, you suggested before quickly discarding your idea, causing Charlotte to sink further into her thoughts.

“Ooh, how about ‘Tragic accident at the opera house leaves man injured’?”, just as quickly as the words left her mouth, the two of you gave each other an energetic high-five before Charlotte continued to map the article out loud, only for a weird feeling to slowly wash over you… as if there was something important you were forgetting.

“Isn’t today the premier of that thriller you wanted to write an article about?”, you asked, only for Charlotte to stop talking in the middle of her sentence, her eyes widening as she quickly glanced towards the clock.

“You’re right! These clothes should be good enough for the opera house right? Ah, who am I kidding? Nobody cares!”, words began shooting out of her mouth in a panic as she grabbed you by the wrist and started dragging you towards the Aquabus, pen and notebook in her other hand.

…Somehow, be it by the grace of your Archon or Charlotte’s insistence the Aquabus drove at twice its intended speed, the two of you managed to get there in time.

Furina

The Hydro Archon had an… interesting way of showing her affection. The performance she liked everyone thinking was the real her too fond of the dramatic to do so in a normal way while the real her was too easily flustered to go through with anything fancy. And so, it inevitably became your responsibility to initiate anything even slightly romantic.

Just because she was nervous however, didn’t mean Furina’d drop her usual act and with the way she behaved and talked whenever others were looking could easily fool people into thinking your dynamic was the other way around.

There weren’t many moments in which the two of you had the chance to be alone in public, with the Archon either surrounded by a few of the gardes or swarmed by the citizens of Fontaine. So when you wanted to visit your home in the countryside, Furina was quick to decide that she’d indulge you with her presence, choosing to keep silent about how she was happy to leave the city behind for a day.

If Furina’s uncharacteristic silence wasn’t enough to make you feel like there was something wrong, the look on her face would have made any doubts in your mind dissolve. Just as you had opened your mouth to say something however, you were interrupted by the feeling of something grabbing your hand, all the while the Archon's face was slowly painted red.

“Are you feeling fine Furina? Your face is-”, you were quick to tease, unable to hide your amusement as it was all written over your face. Furina however, did not look up, quickly cutting trying to cut you off, only for her own feelings to be betrayed by a crack in her voice.

“The sUN- I- Thanks for your concern, my dear companion, but there’s no need to worry. I’m fine, just a bit warm, the sun is scorching hot today after all”, she quickly stuttered out before putting on her act once again, hiding her face by looking away from you, only to quickly find herself engulfed in shadow as you put a parasol over her, greeting her with a smile when she finally looked back at you.

As the way to your destination was once again filled with silence, your eyes eventually landed on a hill covered in rainbow roses, causing you to quickly drag Furina from your actual path.

“Where are you going!?”, she managed to ask, only shy away for a moment when you suddenly shoved one of the roses in front of her face.

“Be careful when taking it, it’s really easy to prick oneself's on their thorns”, you spoke with a genuine smile, only for it to quickly contort into a teasing one when you saw her blush even further.

“I should have brought a better parasol, this one doesn’t seem to be working”, you joked, causing Furina to fire back with some sort of excuse. You didn’t care too much, the sight of her scrambling to regain her composure was too cute for you to do anything but silently observe it.

The rest of your journey was rather uneventful, as was your way back. What was of interest for many citizens of Fontaine however, was the rainbow rose their archon wore for the rest of the week

Lynette

To call Lynette a romantic would have been enough to net yourself a serious defamation case. She wasn’t her brother, who did and said all kinds of embarrassing stuff while putting on a mask, so while the two of you may have been in a relationship, most normal people wouldn’t be able to tell. So while you shouldn’t expect to see her showing her love to you in broad daylight, that didn’t mean that you didn’t get any special treatment.

On days where there was nothing to do, it had gotten somewhat common for Lynette to come over to your place, using it as a place to recharge her batteries when there was too much going on at home. So as you silently sat on your couch, reading a novel you had recently bought, while Lynette laid next to you, with her head placed on your lap, eyes closed as she relished in the calm atmosphere, the sound of the door suddenly swinging open was enough to give you a small heart attack.

“Pardon the intrusion, but have you seen my dear siste-”, Lyney’s voice rang through the room before his gaze eventually landed on the two of you, eyes instantly widening. “Oh sorry, I didn’t know I was interrupting something.”

Just as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone, and while you liked to think that it normally took quite a bit to get you to blush, you could feel your cheeks quickly heat up. Was it because of his tone, his smirk or some weird combination of both, you didn’t understand, all you knew being that Lynette’s brother always found a way to make you feel embarrassed about even the most boring scenes.

“Should we-”, you quickly looked down at Lynette and began to talk, only for her to quickly finish your sentence for you.

“‘Try catching up to him’? I don’t think that’s necessary”, she stated matter of factly, her eyes not opening for even a split second before continuing to hum to herself.

“It seemed like he was looking for you, maybe he was just worried where you were?”, you asked, quickly getting a response in the form of a shake of her head.

“I told him I was visiting you. If I had to take a guess I’d say he was just passing your home and decided to quickly mess with you.” Her explanation made more sense than you’d like to admit, it wouldn’t have been the first time he decided to do things simply to try and get some amusement out of your reactions. However, you didn’t like the way Lynette made it sound like getting a reaction out of you was something that required so little effort.

“Sure it wasn’t you he was trying to mess with?”, you asked teasingly, only for her to finally open her eyes as a small smile found its way onto her lips.

“More than certain, redcheeks.”

Navia

Navia had always been easy to get along with. She was intelligent, funny and could single handedly lighten up the mood in any room, possessing an amount of self-esteem that was charming without coming across as her being full of herself. To use her own words: Who wouldn’t treasure having a partner like her. And while there were times her work as leader of Spina di Rosula kept her too occupied to see you much, she made sure to use her time with you to the fullest.

Was it eating at the Hotel together once in a while, or going on a walk around Poisson and Fontaine, taking in what remained of its colorful landscape while simply chatting the day away. Whether the subject of your conversation held any importance or you simply joked around, didn’t matter. Having each other by your side was enough to make any day a good one in retrospect.

There was a time you used to fear visits to the cemetery with Navia. It wasn’t like you didn’t want her to be sad whenever you visited, it was her fathers grave after all, but seeing her knees grow weak as she tried her hardest to keep a brave look on her face made your heart sting as if it had been pierced with a knife. It had been that way each and every time, no matter if it had been a week after his death or two years… But not this time.

As the two of you arrived at the grave, you glanced over at Navia, fully preparing yourself for what you might witness once again, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. Instead, you found her silently smiling to herself and as you followed her gaze, your eyes eventually landed on a pair of candles placed next to the grave, causing your lips to form into a smile as well.

“Looks like Silver and Melus were here before us”, you noted, only for her to shake her head in response.

“Melus told me he wouldn’t be able to visit the grave until later… And well, you know Silver. I doubt he’s the kind of guy to light candles.”

Callas the Unfaithful no more. You might not have known her father that much, only seeing him a couple of times, but you had no doubt that the one who raised Navia would never have murdered anyone for any reason.

Before you had the chance to lose yourself in your thoughts even more however, you were brought back to the real world by Navia’s voice.

“You still have the flowers?”, she asked, only for you to carefully grab them from your bag and present them to her, handing her one before putting the other in front of the grave. “Thanks. I’m sorry, but could you leave me alone with him for a moment? I’d like to tell him the good news”, she asked only for you to quickly nod.

“Thank you, you’ve been a great help today. I love you”, she told you with a smile.It wasn’t like her usual, radiant ones, instead being much smaller, but it was genuine, and that was the only thing that mattered.

#furina #furina x reader #focalors #focalors x reader #charlotte #charlotte x reader #lynette x reader #lynette #navia x reader #navia #fontaine x reader #genshin x reader

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witchthewriter · 11 months

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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I made a quiz ‘Which Son Is Your Old Man’, so you can find out once and for all who you would be best suited to!

Warnings: swears, mentions of violence, smoking, drugs

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝐉𝐚𝐱 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

・Yes, he does spend a lot of time doing club business. But it also means he’s home randomly throughout the day.

・His speciality is making breakfast; eggs, bacon, toast, french toast, waffles etc

・Yes, he did develop the skill from all the one night stands he’s had...

・But hey, at least now you’re the one that reaps the reward!

・Doesn’t snore in his sleep, but does toss and turn a lot

・Sometimes he has really really bad nightmares. He doesn’t want to wake you up, so he goes and has a smoke outside

・Really loves chewing on ice cubes. When you get McDonalds, he’ll eat everyone’s ice from their drinks (obviously after their done with it)

・When you’re feeling down; physically or mentally, he’ll read to you. Jax bought you a new edition of your favourite book for your birthday and he’s so used to holding it in his hands by now.

・Really likes when you light candles when he gets home, he prefers them over the overhead lighting

・Doesn’t like loud sudden noises - definitely has undiagnosed PTSD. He’s gotten really good at hiding it, but some days - when he has really long showers, you know it’s a bad day

𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

・When he isn’t doing things for the club, he loves to work in ‘the shed’.

・He has a lot of projects going on - making garden beds for Gemma’s events,

・Opie usually ends up trekking dust, shredded timber and so on throughout the house. You make him have a shower as soon as he’s finished working outside.

・But you can’t lie, he does create some beautiful things.

・He made a dining room table - and the detailing was so amazing you nearly teared up

・Opie is great at painting as well, honestly, he’s just good at general renovations. Somehow he knows how to do stuff around the house - unclogging drains, fixing pipes, changing lightbulbs, stopping leaks etc

・Opie’s like your own handy man!

・Secretly a cat person. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mind dogs. They’re great, but cats are so unpredictable - without the risk. He finds them so interesting.

・Loves Disney movies, especially the cartoon version of Robin Hood. You’ll find him humming the song about Robin and Little John

・Likes that he towers of you and will put things out of your reach just to rile you up

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝

・Actively cleans up after himself and you.

・Really likes a clean home, and he’s lived on his own for a long time, so he knows how to run a house

・He also grew up around a lot of women, so he knows how to cook some great meals

・Chibs was also whipped into shape by these women, so that’s why it’s ingrained in him...

・Knows a lot of Scottish drinking songs, and he always sings them when he’s had a few too much to drink

・And his voice is actually quite lovely

・He also sings in the shower

・A loud gruff Scottish man singing in your shower always brightens your day

・Automatically turns the kettle on when he gets home (and will make tea for two, knowing exactly how you like it)

・Not a lot of random visitors, he likes to keep business and his home life separate. Even though the club is his life, he likes having his own space

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐚𝐧

・Many, many takeout and movie nights

・Especially when he’s been gone on club business

・Does the washing and folding for both your clothes. It was his main job when he lived at home too.

・Also mows the lawn without a shirt on, so that’s...a fun sight to see (he likes showing off in front of you)

・Loves the movie Avatar; would definitely go into a deep dive of how it all works and how they created it.

・Would die if you showed interest in it as well. You bought him a book about the characters and he spent a whole afternoon reading it

・Surprises everyone with how much he loves books

・A man of few words, he actually has really profound things to say. Some of it can be really poetic...

・Likes having his shoulders rubbed, and in return, he massages your feet

・Is really good at looking after you when you’re sick. He has a lot of homemade recipes; soups, oldwives tricks etc. (Except the term ‘oldwives tricks’ shouldn’t be overlooked. A lot of their

𝐓𝐢𝐠 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

・Rescue dogs galore

・Tig hates seeing any animal hurt, but he has a special place in his heart for dogs

・Big fucking snorer, and is out as soon as his head hits the pillow

・Hates cooking but doesn’t mind doing the dishes - yeah he’s fucked up that way

・So you handle the food; he’ll get the groceries, but for the love of god he cannot make a proper grown up dish

・In return, he doesn’t mind doing the vaccuuming and mopping (he would so dress up in a maid’s outfit and do it)

・Whenever he wakes up in the middle of the night, he goes into the loungeroom to watch cartoons - like popeye

・Cried while watching Titanic btw

・Oh and has a stash of different types of drugs. Nothing too hardcore though.

・He also makes you have an unregistered firearm so you can protect yourself

・Also loves comic books. He’s a DC kinda guy...yes, his favourite character is Joker

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macsmoods · 11 months

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Hey love, can I request a hobie brown x fem! mma fighter reader who’s also a spider person or symbiotic (meaning they have a venom or something like him). Maybe Miguel sent hobie to go retrieve a new recruit and he finds her at a fighting expo absolutely kicking to crap out of her opponent.

feel free to ignore tho

THE PUNISHER

Hobie Brown

Summary: Miguel is tired of Hobie complaining about have no competition at HQ, so he sends him to find the new recruit. Miguel knows you’ll be his match. You are low on cash even though your the spider women of Earth-233. You decide to take it up in the ring to make some extra money.

warning⚠️ swearing, hitting

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Hobie entered Miguel’s office ready to get yelled at again. It was the third time this week he’d been called in for his “bad” behavior as Miguel put it.

“You know if you want to talk to me this bad all the time might as well just ask for my number.” Hobie yelled up to Miguel. Miguel scoffed as he lowered his desk. He turned already glaring at Hobie.

“Ah yes i just love the bullshit that comes out of your mouth so much that i have to hear it every hour.” miguel retorted as he walked towards Hobie.

Hobie rolled his eyes before beginning again. “What did u do this time, boss.” Miguel turned towards his desk going to sit again. He motioned for Hobie to join him.

Reluctantly Hobie stepped forward looking at the screen. “That’s your next mission. She’s our new recruit. Y/n. The spider women of Earth-233.”

“Isn’t that your job?” Hobie asked.

“Usually but you’ve been asking for some competition. She’s it.” Hobie scoffed walking off the platform.

“Yeah will see.” Hobie said disappearing through the door.

Back on Earth-233…

You grunted throwing another punch at your opponent hitting him square in the jaw. Quickly you threw another earning yourself the victory as he fell to the floor.

You smiled as the announcer pulled your arm into the air. You smiled into the crowd wiping the blood from your lips.

Walking out of the ring you went back into the locker room. Grabbing your belongings you checked the time to see it was two in the morning. You would be able to get at least 6 hours of sleep.

Instead of walking you decided to swing yourself to you apartment using the back roads. Making it there you quickly put on pajamas and fell asleep.

Waking up you did the normal spider women things such as stopping someone from robbing a store and so on. It was finally time for another fight. You had been preparing for this for months. You were going against the reigning champion and odds were definitely against you.

Meanwhile Hobie has just arrived at the ring ready to enjoy a fight.

“Today we have a good match up folks. The reigning champion, the crusher! His opponent today is the undefeated castigadora!” he yelled. “Please shake hands and wait for the fight to begin.

Hobie watched as y/n and the so called crusher shook hands and got into position. He watched as the 6ft giant towered over your 5’5 body.

“DING!” The fight was on.

Crusher threw a punch but it was to slow. You swiftly moved out of the way punching him twice in the abdomen.

He didn’t fault quickly countering with a punch to your jaw. Now you were mad.

“you fucking bitch.” you scoffed under your breath. Before he could even react you took two swift punches to his jaw and one to his stomach making him double over.

You kept punching until the finally bell rang. Steadying yourself you felt your hand pushed into the air.

“The castigadora stays undefeated!” the announcer shouted. You smiled looking through crowd before your eyes laid on him.

Making your way out of the ring you headed to the locker room.

“Did miguel send you?” you questioned as he entered the room. You struggled trying to clean up your lip.

Hobie walked over grabbing the cloth from your hand dampening it before dabbing your lips. “Your quite a fighter darling. I expected you to get the shit beat out of you.”

You scoffed at that. “I’m more skilled then i seem. Who even are you?” You questioned.

“Hobie Brown. Miguel sent me to recruit you which i’m guessing you know about already.” You simply nodded.

“I think that’s it.” Hobie stated dabbing the last bit of blood.

“Thank you.” you said with a small blush.

“Ok now let’s begin are journey to HQ.” he said.

“I’m sorry but there must be a misunderstanding. I’m not going to HQ with you.” you answered.

“Why’s that darling?” Hobie said tilting his head. You blushed as you made eye contact. He was undeniably handsome.

“I want Miguel to take me. Just to make sure that this safe.” you said.

“Oh so you don’t trust me?” he questioned with a slight chuckle. Every step he took towards you to you took one back. Soon enough your back hit the sink.

He leaned close to your ear before beginning again, “Please love, come with me.” He wrapped his arm around your waist.

You protested as he flipped open his watch. You tried to break from his grip but it was relentless. You watched as he smiled at you before stepping into the portal. ———————————————————————translations castigadora-punisher ——————————————————————— Authors note

This is so trashy😭 I’m sorry this was my first request attempt so hopefully it gets better in the future. Woke up this morning and my one shots had blown up. Im so surprised cause i thought the writing was so crapppy. Anyways tysm for the love. Enjoy this Hobie fic. I think i’m gonna try an obx one shot next…

REQUESTS: OPEN

Sincerely,

macsmoods🌊🫧

#across the spiderverse #hobie brown #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #miguel o’hara

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comfortless · 1 month

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König is usually depicted as an only child in most peoples headcanons, but how different do you think he would be if he had older/younger siblings?

actually i think it would be really fun to explore König being a middle child. ^^ there are so many possibilities, this is like finding a really big stick outside to poke at poor König with…

tw for emotional/physical abuse, bullying, toxic masculinity nonsense, mental health stuff.

i think that everyone heralds König’s father as being the worst of the worst, but what if that awful behavior was reserved solely for König? maybe he had an older sister that his parents see as being their golden child. she doesn’t get bullied: she’s pretty, average height, her grades don’t suffer from something undiagnosed holding her back. the yelling and fighting in the house is never targeted at her.

König knows his older sister is the favorite, there’s never been any doubt about that. even as children she was granted anything that she could ask for, had their mother doting on her constantly, his father praising her for academic achievements and for simply existing. the love is definitely there, no questions asked. their parents always wanted a daughter and here she is: more capable and wonderful than they could have even hoped for.

and seeing how they may have treated König: the girl follows suit in making her younger brother’s life a bit hellish. she was never violent with him, not like their father, nor was she cold like their mother, but she would chide König endlessly about how he needed to focus on his studies, even when he couldn’t possibly do so.

the protestations would fall entirely on deaf ears here. his sister means well, in a way, but she also serves as a constant reminder of just how wonderful König’s life could have been if he were only more normal. (which, isn’t the case at all in this horrible, dysfunctional family. König just happened to be an “oops”, and his mother’s post-partum depression may have been so bad she never properly bonded with him when it was most important to do so.) i imagine that he loves her, Oma taught him to be good to women no matter how many squabbles that they get into, but there’s definitely a layer of resentment there.

say… he has a younger brother, too. always treated as some fragile, beloved thing. he’s taken out to buy new clothes and snacks when König’s jeans are full of holes and he’s left to his own devices to find food. that’s fair, in König’s eyes. he dotes on his little brother just as much as the rest of them, because their difference in age is smaller than with the older sister, he’s only a grade or two below him. his younger sibling is the closest thing that he has to a sincere friend.

the kids at school bully him in turn simply for being associated with König. pointing out that one day, he’ll probably hit some bizarre growth spurt and behave like an animal trapped in a cage, just as his older sibling did. unlike their sister, König’s not so hellbent on keeping up appearances at school that he would shy away from throwing some poor bastard into the mud to defend his brother. or his father.

though the old man is certainly kinder to his youngest child, he still thinks of him as being too soft. he won’t toss a fist his way, but the arguments in that house seem to triple when he realizes his boy isn’t as tough and strong as he should be. their father is constantly bickering with his mother over babying their youngest too much, and as awful as it is, hearing all of this is probably the first time König’s actually felt any pride in himself. the old man compares these two and almost seems elated that König’s becoming a proper man, one that doesn’t come crying to his mother like his brother does so often.

and despite all of this, König would have a lot of good memories with them. their sister has her own friends, but never held back on spending time with her (weird) brothers. maybe they built a little fort in the forest beyond their house to share stories and hoard snacks or trinkets. König had to set it up, of course, but it gives him a chance to play some sort of mentor to the both of them, showing off how easily he can structure something and share his knowledge about anything under the sun on hazy summer days when they’re picnicking outside to get away from their parents.

i don’t believe König would turn out too differently, honestly! maybe he would be more social, actually having two other people he could talk to if he chose it. in fact, after their Oma’s passing, maybe his siblings and his mother are the only parts of his family he bothers to keep in contact with at all. unfortunately bullying would take a toll on him regardless of if he had one sibling or twelve. he might trust (some of) the people that he shares blood with, but ultimately the world is still something unfair and cruel.

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yulin-pop · 1 year

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Neige Leblanche

“ This plushie looks like you. “ | “It’s so ugly though.”

“Im sorry to drag you out here like this…” Neige laughed as he adjusted his hat downward. Under his mask, he was grinning. You glanced at him momentarily and shrugged.

“You don’t have to worry. I wanted to get away for once. Even if it’s with you.” You bitterly said. Despite the unruly words, he sparkled and embraced you.

“You’re so nice even if you don’t act like it!”

“Hey! Your hat is gonna slip!”

“You really do care.”

After you got him off of you, you bashfully looked around the mall you’ve never even been to before. “So what exactly are you looking for?”

“I want to find more cloth styles! Apparently some people are getting bored of my usual things so I thought I’d switch it up.” He brightly said. You looked him up and down and sighed.

You saw one store and immediately grabbed his hand to pull him along. It was hard to find something that looked bad on a pretty boy like him. He had that princess face— he would definitely look good with even women’s clothes!

You didn’t want to admit that, of course.

The bags began to actually weigh both of you down at some point. You suggested you go back and drop off the tons of bags of clothes he got today.

This boy is loaded and isn’t afraid to spend it.

You thought as you loaded all of it up into the car. Your arms ached majorly. You carried the equal amount of bags but somehow he had a fair amount of arm strength.

You went back in for a snack and sat down with a pretzel in your hand, a coffee in your other. You quickly gobbled it down as you’ve been worn out by running around carrying those bags for your prince boyfriend. You noticed his quiet giggle as he covered his smile with the palm of his hand.

You stared at him with a soft gaze he didn’t even notice. His happy face was something to behold. All you could do was stare and fall into a trance. But you noticed he pulled his mask down. You brought your hand out and pushed up the mask he wore to cover his face. He turned his head with wide eyes.

“Don’t forget you’re a celebrity. You know you’ll be chased down by all those girls for hours if they recognize you.” You quickly said.

He stared a little longer and smiled. You didn’t need to see his full face to know. He laughed and stood up again.

“I want to buy you something! What store do you want to go to?” He confidently stated. You pulled on his arm and shook your head.

“I don’t need anything. Didn’t we come for you to begin with?”

He didn’t listen to a single word you said as he looked around and pointed at an interesting store. “This one?”

“Neige!!”

Though he ushered you into the store and you got a good look at what type of store it is.

“This is a stuffed animal store…”

“Yes! Isn’t it charming?” He asked you. “One of my fans bought me a plushie from here and it was seriously just adorable.”

Am I jealous over that? No way it’s just a fan…

The walls were pink and well lit, very pastel everywhere. There were a lot of little kids wondering around with their parents chasing after them.

You were a bit surprised at this sudden change in air. Neige politely took your hand and led you around. The plushies were popular with children and a funny detail you noticed was the ones of the lower shelves were completely sold out. It seemed Neige made the same observation and you two giggled with each other.

“This frog is funny looking…” You use your other hand to pick it up and spin it around.

A small chuckle draws you attention back to Neige. He comes closer and shows you an odd creature in a banana costume.

“ This plushie looks like you. “ Neige cheered with pure adoration in his eyes. You glanced at the plush then glance at him.

“It’s so ugly though.”

You quickly slapped your hand over your mouth and Neige audibly gasped. The wave of absolute guilt washes over you.

“N-n-n-no I didn’t mean it like that!”

He nodded his head but his eyes were slowly beginning to water.

“I mean it’s ugly but in a cute way. The plushie is really cute but the somewhat less “aww” type cute but more like “ahaha” type cute!!” You tried to console him.

Before you could speak again, you noticed a small girl behind Neige. She wiped her face with her sleeve with her other hand pointing at you and Neige as her father tried to comfort her.

“We can just order it online, okay?”

“N-no! I wanna have matching dolls with Reyna!” The girl cried to her dad. He glanced over at you two and pat her head.

Neige checked the tag of the plushie and realized it was one part of a matching set. You two shared a look and you gently approached the girl with the plushie in your hand.

“Hi, did you want this?” You got down around her level. She continued to sob and nodded. You smiled at her and held it forward. “You can match with Reyna now! It’s all yours.”

Instantly, her expression changed from miserable to shock. She took it into her hands, you could tell in her eyes how happy she really was.

“I’ll pay!” Neige said gallantly. The father disagreed but Neige insisted without even hearing our the father. “Say, what’s your name?”

“Amoy…”

“Well, Amoy, maybe we could even get accessories for your new stuffie?”

Just as expected Neige was great with kids.

The girl walked away with her father, in absolute bliss. They both thanked you two a lot and you were happy. The plushie seemed like the world to her.

“Maybe it was less about what it was but just for Reyna… Maybe she just wanted to match with her.” Neige thought aloud.

“She must really like her.”

You looked at each other again and he made a face of realization. “I still need to buy you a plushie!”

He turned around but you grabbed his arm. “It’s fine. Just buy me food instead.”

“That’s not romantic at all!”

You shook your head and pulled him towards the exit, “Doesn’t matter to me. It’ll make me happier than a stuffed animal.”

(He ended up delivering a huge bear plushie to your house and a flower bouquet.)

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #neige leblanche x reader #neige leblanche #2023 kickoff event

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more than you know

Stranger Things | Stevie & Mrs Harrington | Rating: T | Words: 531 | Angst, Transfeminine Steve Harrington, Stevie has bad parents, platonic stobin (background).

CW: deadnaming

Written for @whumpril day 3: sweat | Also here on AO3.

Stevie’s mother is furious, but few would have known it.

Hers is always a cold fury, one of looks and restrained emotions, carefully selected words aimed to slash. Now, only the way her hand shook gave her away… the hand which was holding a dress like it was something disgusting.

‘What were you thinking, Steven? This is…’

Her mother apparently can’t find the words as she stares at her, eyes rowing over her long hair and her make-up.

Hearing that name hurts, but she doesn’t dare correct her.

‘Do you have no shame?’ her mother asks, another stab into her gut, voice a hiss, low even when there’s no-one in the usually empty big house but the two of them, the perfect socialite wife and her failure of a child.

Shame is something Stevie is familiar with, intimately, from the shame of needing to learn how to dodge questions from well-meaning adults to stealing her mother’s clothes when her parents were away and hoping she could sneak them back in before they got back. Shame is looking at the women’s clothing section at the store and glancing lovingly at the make-up department, snatching lipsticks from the girls she kisses who call her King, whom she holds and makes feel good while she envies their softness and femininity.

Shame is a name that isn’t hers, should never have been hers, a body that doesn’t fit her true self, one that she’s had to make her image, however imperfect.

‘More than you know, but this…’ she gestures at herself, at her blouse and skirt, all the places she’s made herself soft and the places she hopes to, some day, ‘...I refuse to be ashamed of this any longer.’

She’s teetering on the brink of being disowned, she’s known that the moment Margaret Harrington had stepped in through the door and found her getting ready for a girls night with Robin. These are her last moments in this house.

She’s glad even if she’s terrified.

Her mother looks at her, really looks at her, the dress shaking in her grasp as she does so. Then she sniffs, dropping the offending garment onto the floor like it’s garbage. ‘Get rid of it. All of it. I won’t tell your father about this if you’re finished before he comes home in an hour. You wouldn’t like what he’d have to say.’

Then the woman who has never wanted to know who she truly is spins on her heel and strides out of her room without a hair out of place, impeccably dressed in her skirt suit.

Stevie does as she’s asked, carefully packing everything she can into her duffle and the rest into a box she’s had under her bed for months. She shakes as she walks down the stairs in the dress Margaret had thrown to the floor like trash, her head held high.

She doesn’t look back as Margaret Harrington calls after her, only once, sharp and in an undertone, after all, it’s not her name and the Harrington’s never really had a son, did they?

In her Beemer, she drives to Robin’s and she’s never been more terrified and free in her life.

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday1 #shame #stevie harrington #transfem stevie #stevie harrington's mother #angst #cw: deadnaming #(even if she's using a name that's pretty similar to her old one)

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Anonymous Asks: "Stripper Au where MC is a stripper or better yet, MC with stripper Bo, Jean, and Joseph trying to get their attention on them, on and off stage."

Oh I love both of these so much??? I’ll do a little of each~

Content: stripping, lap dancing, mentions of bad clients

Stripping isn’t an easy job. It’s physically demanding. You had to learn all sorts of moves, from pole dancing to lap dancing to the sexiest and most efficient ways to get your clothes off

Not to mention you have to deal with plenty of awful clients, who are way too handsy and call you things that make your skin crawl

But sometimes it’s really worth it. Especially when three hot men walk in together, eyes immediately drawn to you

One of them—the shortest one, though he’s by no means short—coaxes you over, flashing some cash. Even if they turn out to be assholes, at least you’ll make good money…

You’re generous with your lap dance, alternating between the three of them, enjoying their hungry eyes on you. They’re respectful, they don’t touch unless you encourage them to, they tuck tip after tip into your waistband

It becomes clear that they’re more than happy to share your attention with each other, but they don’t want you paying attention to any of the others in the club

That’s fine, your coworkers can take care of everyone else. For as long as these guys keep pulling out money, you’ll keep grinding on them and teasing them with your hips

You’re disappointed when the club starts closing up and the three have to leave. If you’d had a pen on hand, you might have written your number on one of their arms

But while you’re counting out the generous tips from them, your eyes catch on a slip of paper. There’s three names on it, numbers next to each

You tuck the paper away with your tips, smiling to yourself and wondering whether they’ll be back again tomorrow night…

Being a male stripper isn’t the Magic Mike, Full Monty dream that any of them had imagined. Mostly, it’s getting groped and harassed by drunk women at bachelorette parties

But it pays the bills. And they’re all good at it. So they deal with the handsy drunks and the uncomfortable comments

Jean is best on the pole. He’s lithe and lean, and he has the discipline to keep going even when his thighs are left raw and bruised

Bo is the best at pure stripping. He’s strong and can pull off the tearaway clothes with ease. Not to mention how sinfully he can dance on the stage, all rolling hips and smirks

Joseph’s speciality is lap dances. He’s strong, sensual, and the best at keeping his temper when the clients harass him. Not to mention, everyone’s eager to get up close and personal with those tits…

Usually the faces of the patrons at the club sort of blur together. Besides, they’re more focused on the tips and doing their jobs than on checking people out

But when you walk in… oh boy do they notice. Jean is the first to spot you, leaning back from where his legs are wrapped tight around the top of the pole. Even upside down, you’re eye-catching

Bo sees you next, shooting you a wink as his hips roll against the air, laying on his back on the stage. He’s mostly undressed already, but he wants to see your face when you get a good look at the bulge in his jockstrap…

Joseph is the last to spot you, too focused on showing off for his current client. But once he’s gotten his tip and turned away, he sees you immediately

They’re all eager to get your attention. It’s easiest for Joseph, of course. Pushing you gently into a seat and offering you a lap dance

But Bo and Jean won’t let you take your eyes off them for long. They pull out their best moves, trying to drag your attention from the hunk grinding on your lap

By the time the club closes, you’ve got three numbers scrawled on your arm and you’re planning to return again

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #dachabo #sdj jean #sdj joseph #beanjo x reader #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine

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electricbluebutterflies · 7 months

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“rise and shine, sweet thing." for hellcheer

PG-ish, pre-relationship, also on ao3.

It takes Chrissy a hot moment to piece together the last twelve hours or so of her life.

Body, intact but with the kind of pulsing headache that reminds her that canned margaritas do not mess around. Clothes still on as she remembers them. Currently curled up under a ridiculous amount of blankets on a couch that’s probably older than she is. Currently…

“Rise and shine, sweet thing.”

There are, at least, some very obvious explanations for all of the above. She’ll take what she can get.

It takes Chrissy a few more moments to open her eyes, to fully process that the boy she has a crush on is hovering over her, and the first thing she thinks is that his hair is apparently a mess in the mornings and braiding it before sleep would really help and-

She shouldn’t be having these thoughts yet. A certain part of her brain figures she might as well, given everything else, but-

“I didn’t dream,” she says before he can even ask. “Promise.”

The way she sees it, the way she explains this particularly long summer, Eddie Munson is a person constantly in need of a project and protecting her keeps him out of trouble. It’s a decent trade, all factors considered, and Chrissy’s gotten all too comfortable with it, and-

“Good to know, also not my starting question.”

“Which was going to be…?”

“I know you’re an ethereal being and all, but that couch is still not something anyone falls asleep on voluntarily.”

There are… definitely a few questions she has about what goes on in his mind sometimes, but she’s decided his intentions to treat her like a fairy princess are at least harmless so it’s easier to just let those comments go. Sweet, if a little weird, and-

“And I did because…?”

“I suggested the floor. We compromised.”

Again. Canned margaritas do not mess around.

“You could’ve moved me. I’m tiny enough.”

“Wasn’t sure…”

“I trust you. And I don’t remember that part of the night anyways. A few moments in your arms probably wouldn’t have registered.”

“Still. Principle of the thing. Don’t do anything to questionably conscious women. Except make a blanket nest for them, I wasn’t sure…”

Late summer in southern Indiana isn’t the time of year most people want cocoon mode, but Chrissy runs cold – small body, almost no fat on her even now – and she’s not complaining about her current condition. “Perfectly fine.”

“I don’t… do this. I’m not-“

He’s particularly cute when he’s awkward, she thinks, not quite blushy but like the boy version of it all the same, usual confidence ignored for a while and-

Her hands poke out of the blanket nest and take his. “You take care of me. You’re good at that.”

“Least I can-“

“Stop, okay? You’re real and… it means a lot to me.”

This isn’t what they could become, she knows, not yet and maybe not for a while. She’s taking a year off before college – needs to make sure she’s physically okay before she moves an hour and a half from home – and her mom’s hoping she’ll use that time to find a nice boy and get married and… she’s done one of those things, and the other could still absolutely happen, and-

“Good reminder you have low standards,” Eddie laughs.

“Eclectic, not low.”

“Remind me, you drink bad instant coffee?”

“I do when I’m here…”

He takes care of her, she thinks as she shifts her position under the blanket nest and decides she doesn’t get why he hates that couch so much. Maybe, maybe someday she’ll take care of him too.

#ebf writes fic #hellcheer #queue

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Red & Blue | Chapter 21

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“This place is beautiful” says Rob, my agent, when he comes into the house.

“Thank you.”

“Isn’t Mason around? I haven’t seen him in ages.”

Neither have I, I say to myself. It’s been a week since the gathering with our friends, and he has only been in the house to get clean clothes, usually doing it when I’m out training. He’s been staying with Ben or Declan, completely ignoring my texts and calls, and apparently not letting them say a thing every time I text them and ask them about him.

“He is training.”

“Shame. How is your injury going?”

“I still have a few weeks to go” I say. Because besides Mason being angry with me and completely ignoring me, I got injured while training, probably because of everything that is going on in my life outside and inside the pitch. And just when we have to play the toughest games of the season.

“I’m sure the girls will do fine without you.”

“I hope so. Do you want anything to drink?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry. Let’s sit down, shall we?”

Rob called me yesterday, saying that we had something important to discuss. And since then, I’ve been trying to figure out what could it be.

“So… I have news. Important news” he says, getting serious. “The bad couple of seasons Arsenal is having isn’t going unnoticed to anyone, and some other teams have started to move.”

“To move?” I ask.

“They are talking with the agents of some players. Myself included.”

“You mean… Other teams are interested on signing me?”

“They are. You are the star of the team. Well, you and Leah, but I don’t think anyone is gonna make her leave Arsenal. Ever. They’ve seen that despite the results, your performances keep being some of the best in Europe, and they think you would do much better if you were playing for them.”

“Oh, wow. Who has asked about me?”

“Chelsea, Bayern, Barcelona and Real Madrid.”

“Really?”

“Yep. You are one of the best female players out there. Having some of the best teams asking about you, isn’t weird.”

“Tell me more about their offers.”

“Chelsea’s is the lowest one. They know it’s very unlikely that you are gonna change one London team for another, but since you wouldn’t have to move anywhere and Mason already plays for them, they hope that it may make you choose them, have you as a couple playing for them. Barcelona’s offer is a good one,” Rob continues “but I see two problems. One, that playing may be a bit more difficult because they already have some of the best players and it is a risky move as we’ve seen with other players, and two, that they are sponsored by Nike and you are an Adidas girl.”

“What about Real Madrid and Bayern. They are with Adidas, right?”

“They are. And that’s why I think they are the most interesting offers. Both are great teams, especially Bayern. But Real Madrid’s deal is better in my opinion. They are paying you basically the same, but they want to you be their star. They have a really good project going on, building a young and strong team supported on veterans, and you would be like a leader for them. And they want you on all their campaigns, both with the women’s and the men’s teams. I know you’ll have to move to another country, but Madrid is just a couple of hours away.”

“It does sound interesting…”

“But it’s a lot, I know” Rob says. “They are not rushing it, so take your time to think about it. Talk with your family and friends, with Mason. See if you could make it work.”

“I will. Thank you, Rob.”

“Anything for you.”

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"What are you doing here?" Mason says, walking into the kitchen.

"I live here."

"I know. I meant why are you here. Shouldn't you be on your way to Liverpool?"

"I'm injured, Mason. I can't play. But you probably don't care."

"I do care. How are you feeling?"

"Emotionally or physically speaking?"

"Both."

"Like shit" I say, getting up from my chair and leaving.

"Oh, so now that we are actually talking, which is what you've been wanting to do for almost two weeks, you are leaving?"

"It sucks, doesn't it? Now you'll understand what I've been feeling."

"What about what I've been feeling?" he says, raising his voice a bit. "You lied to me."

"I didn't lie. I just didn't tell you everything."

"That's lying" he says, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Fine, yes. I lied to you. Happy now?" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Of course not!"

"There is no need to yell, Mason. If you want to talk, maybe we should do it when you are a bit calmer."

"Yeah, sure" he chuckles. "I'm gonna check the treadmill."

"Enjoy" I say, finally leaving the kitchen and hiding in the bathroom to cry. Why did I behave like this? I want to fix things, and I probably just ruined them a bit more.

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"Ben... Why is Declan's car parked outside?" I ask him when I walk through the door.

"Hello, nice to see you too."

"Yes, hi, sorry. Is that Declan's car?"

"It is, yes."

"Is he here? I thought he was with Mason today."

"Yeah... About that… I may have said a little lie when I texted you earlier."

"Ben..." I say, starting to feel like something is going on.

"Follow me and I'll explain everything."

I do as he says, and when we make it to the living room, everyone is there. Leah, Aaron, Benjamin, Declan... And Mason.

"What is going on?" I ask.

"That's what I also want to know" Mason says, looking at everyone but me.

"This is an intervention" Leah says. "We all love you, and we can't see you being angry with each other anymore. You are behaving like kids, and it has to end. So, today, you are fixing things."

"She doesn't want to talk to me" Mason says.

"Said the one who ignores all my texts and told his friends to not talk to me either" I reply.

"See? Two kids" Leah says.

"Guys, you need to fix this" Aaron says. "You can't throw away what you have because of a misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding that is all my fault" Benjamin says. "I should have never asked you about something so personal, even if we all are close friends. I'm sorry."

"It's ok" I say.

"We are gonna leave you alone so you can talk. Properly, like the adults you are" Leah says.

"Promise you'll do it, and that you won't break anything" Chilly says.

"I'll try."

"Mason?" he asks him.

"Yeah, yeah" he says.

"Good. We'll be on the kitchen" Leah says, everyone else following her.

Once they leave, I sit on one of the sofas and as far from Mason as I can. We stay in silence for a few minutes, both of us too stubborn to apologize first.

"I can't hear you!" Leah yells from the kitchen.

"We should probably talk about something. You know how scary she gets when she is mad."

"Ok" Mason says.

"Rob was at home the other day" I say after a few more seconds of silence.

"Oh, Rob. I haven't seen him in ages."

"That's what he said."

"What did he want?"

"I have offers to leave Arsenal."

"You what?" Mason says, raising his voice.

"What you heard."

"Why didn't you tell me? I'm sure Leah and Aaron already know."

"Well, unlike others, they weren't ignoring me and leaving my texts as read."

"You are not letting it go, are you?"

"Me? Who got mad first? Who started ignoring the other?"

"I had my reasons to be mad at you. You lied to me and made me look like a fool in front of everyone."

"And I already apologized for that. Many times. Didn't you read all those texts I sent you?"

"I did."

"Then why are you still acting like this?"

"Because I'm hurt. That's why!" he says, raising his voice again. Now Leah and the others are definitely hearing us. "I thought we were at a point where we could share anything with the other. Where there were no secrets. And still, you kept one from me. You made me feel like you don't trust me the way I trust you."

"I trust you, Mason. I do."

"Then why didn't you tell me about Eric? You told me about Aaron and it didn't mean anything either. Why did you lie about him? I don’t care about how many guys you’ve been with."

"I... I don't know. When we had that conversation about our exes and hookups you had just been with him in Monaco and it felt... Weird. I don't know" I say, letting out a big sigh and sinking on the sofa.

"Weird" he chuckles.

"Yes, weird. Awkward. And you were talking about how small you and Foden looked next to him and Rúben Dias, and then about how I probably liked their clothes better than yours, and I felt like if I told you, you may feel less than them when you aren't. You aren't, Mason."

"Well, that’s exactly how you made me feel. Insecure, as if I was less than him. I was angry because you lied to me when I thought we could trust each other with anything, yes. But this…” he says, running a hand through his hair. “This is what really hurt me. You made me feel as if you were embarrassed of me, of dating me, and that it was the reason why you didn’t tell me. Eric is tall, strong, intelligent, has his own business, wears the clothes you like... And I'm nothing like that. You could have a guy like him, perfect for you. But you have me instead."

"I don't want a perfect guy, Mason. You've known it since we met" I say between sobs.

"Then what do you want?"

"I want you, you stupid!" I say, fully crying now. "I want you and your horrible style. You and your silly jokes and dances. You and that smile that shows the dimple on your left cheek. You and the way you always know what to say to make me feel better, the way you understand me. You and the way you make me feel when we are together. Like I'm home, like everything will be alright even if the world outside is burning. I want you, Mason. You and no one else."

After that the silence is back, my sobs being the only noise in the room.

“Say something, Mason. Please” I beg him.

"Does all this mean that you aren't moving to Tottenham to be close to Dier?" he says with a smile. That smile.

"Oh, fuck off" I say, trying to sound angry. But I can't. I know we've kind of fixed things. His face says it all. And I can't be angry with him anymore. I just can't.

"I'm sorry for being a dick. And so insecure. But..."

"It's ok."

"Do you forgive?" he says, moving to sit next to me.

"Only if you forgive me first."

"Are you keeping other secrets from me? Other secret lovers?" he says, wiping away some of my tears.

"Leah and I kissed once."

"I know, she told me."

"She did?"

"Yep. And I've kissed her too. She said that it was a way to understand you and be able to give you better advice or something like that" he shrugs.

"Wow" I say, laughing for the first time in ages.

"I've missed hearing you laugh."

"I've missed you. All of you."

"Even when I leave my dirty underwear lying on the floor?"

"Even that. But please don't go back to doing it, I can't go through all this again."

"I won't, I promise."

"I love you, Mason."

"I love you too" he says before kissing me.

"Should we say something to the others?" I say when we break apart.

"Let them wait for a bit longer. I haven't kissed you for two weeks, I have to make up for all the time we’ve lost."

"Ok" I say, giggling like a little girl and feeling like, finally, everything is gonna be alright.

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount fanfic #football fanfic #football imagine

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disco-cola · 9 months

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the world is just getting worse and worse seemingly in my AREA (like literally just my tiny ass part of suburb) in the last 5 DAYS there’s been a SA on a woman (literally not even an HOUR after I walked the exact same path with my dog, I was there shortly after 10 PM and it happened shortly after 11), and two violent fights between strangers who just randomly got attacked by other men and a girl trying to help was pushed into the track bed MINUTES before the train was due to arrive and then there also was an attempted robbery with a kn1fe and im not even kidding or exaggerating I wish I fucking was but all of those things happened like 2-5 minutes fucking walking distance from my apartment I usually enjoyed taking my doggo on a bigger walk after dark especially now that it’s way too hot during daytime also my social anxiety is better when it’s dark and not that many people out anymore it was just so cozy and comfortable and I always stayed in my area which is well lit and where there’s a lot of apartment buildings around but as we see that means absolutely nothing (also the woman who got SA‘d was literally on the phone and she MUST have walked past my apt building bc its en route to where she was headed and around here she must’ve been approached by a man asking where the station is so she pointed him in the right direction and he then turned around and followed her instead like she was just a coincidental v!ctim) like I feel so unsafe I don’t dare to go out after 10 PM anymore ☺️ also all of those things were commited by men ☺️ as if it isn’t bad enough that a lot of women me included feel the need to dress and walk differently after a certain time of night ☺️ like i only go out in something baggy with a hood covering my hair wide or straight pants and combat boots and i try to walk like a dude my only benefit is i am 5ft7 and don’t look petite in baggy clothes it must be even scarier if you’re shorter in height

#after 10 pm i only been going out with pepper spray and a switchblade up my sleeve anyway the nationwide news have been too horrifying #and people were like oh as if that’s necessary #we see IT IS #it can happen ANYWHERE #if a motherfucker wants to do something to me I’m not going down without a fight

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everlasting-rainfall · 9 months

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Just reread your ocs and I missed them 🥺

Hope we see more of them , Im actually curious have you made any new ocs ? You mentioned something about Kid 🤔

ooh have you got any art on Saffron maybe even Willow?

I wonder how did she get pregnant by Maria , did Maria ask Ivankov to change her into a man or is Maria secretly a futa?

For Willow I find her very interesting , I wonder though what’s gonna happen to her when Roger gets Executed , Rouge died at childbirth ( will Willow be Ace second mother 👀)

Does Willow get a bad ending like Roger did or will she be sailing the seas with shanks or buggy maybe she be staying with Rayleigh and shakky ?

last thing to say is that I hope your doing ok 💗

🌺Anon

Aww, that’s so kind of you to say, flower friend! It makes me happy to hear that you missed my OC’s, it makes me feel like they’re really good characters!

Anywho, yes I do actually have other OC’s! Multiple actually! I have a lot of fan-kids but I never intend to post about them on this blog as I don’t think that those characters should be present on a blog like this, it would make me feel weird personally

But as for my adults, I have 20+ of them! There’s quite a few of them and I mentioned in another post who they are but just in case you didn’t see that or haven’t seen it at the time of this post then lemme repost who they are alongside their S/O

Sleepyhead Estelle and Caesar Clown

The Snow Woman Talvi and Dalton

Infiltrator Thalassa and Magellan, Sadi-Chan, Domino

Investigative Reporter Honey and Big News Morgans

Time Traveller Paislee and Joyboy

IRL Girl Vanessa and Baccarat, Whitey Bay, Wanda, Hina

Clothing Designer Morticia and Law, X-Drake, Hawkins, Sanji

NSFW Star Nova and Oven

Travelling Selkie Lorna and Laskey

Community Leader Esther and Garling (DON’T LOOK HIM UP IF YOU DONT WANT MANGA SPOILERS)

Glass Artist Soleil and Cobra, Pell, Chaka

IRL Artist Ariel and Kalgara, Herb, Noland, Acorn (Noland’s Wife)

Something Something Water Ember and Sabo, Ace

Morticia’s Model Unnamed Goth Bunny and Penguin, Shachi

I know that I have mentioned Kid but his S/O is one that I’d rather not talk about so unfortunately you’ll never get to see them so my sincerest of apologies but anywho… Let’s get into it!

I don’t actually have any art on them that isn’t made in Gacha but I do however have aesthetic boards that I’ll post at the bottom of this post! I hope that you enjoy them!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT FOR ANY REASON-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Futa, Strap-On’s, Impregnation, Abuse, Isolation, Death Mention, Dream Crushing, Hallucinations, Dark Fairycore Imagery

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT FOR ANY REASON-!

So when it comes to a lot of female characters that I ship with my OC’s, I like to imagine what kind of children they would have together and also I have an easier time writing and imagining sex with someone who has a dick and someone who has a pussy versus two people who have pussies

As a result, Black Maria getting Saffron pregnant is usually explained via Devil Fruit shenanigans or just isn’t explained at all, Black Maria isn’t the only one either as Ulti is also capable of getting Saffron pregnant and each of Saffron’s S/O’s want to be able to make her have their babies

But yeah basically, that’s why so it’s safe to assume that if I’m writing fictional women having intercourse with my OC’s then it’s either strap on or just that they have a dick so that’s the explanation

I guess in unexplained scenarios, those two scenarios of Ivankov changing the female into a male or them secretly being a futa could work but typically I try not to think too hard about it beyond weird side effect of Devil Fruit or something as then I think too much about it and the smut idea that I had winds up going nowhere

I think the furthest that I’ve ever thought about it is that after sex, the dick just kinda goes away and now there’s just two women but anyways that’s enough of that sort of talk now

Willow is by no means then strongest member of the Roger Pirates like she’s pretty tough, don’t get me wrong but she’s nothing compared to the people on Roger’s crew and considering the bounty on all of them it caused some pretty strong people to be after them

So considering that it’s very likely that she has a bounty on her head, it’s likely that Willow could get a bad ending where she’s captured by an enemy and locked up but considering Rayleigh is also her husband, I doubt that she would be locked up for long

I have mentally played around with the idea of Willow returning to the island where they found her after Roger’s execution only to find her father gone so she lives out the rest of her days in solitude but absolutely none of her S/O’s would allow that so her only bad ending winds up being beaten to death by her father after she didn’t meet Roger and them

As a result, she’s likely alive and in scenarios where Rayleigh and Shakky raised Ace then I can see her acting as another mother to Ace like if Rouge is 1st Mom and Shakky is 2nd Mom then Willow is 3rd Mom plus honestly I can see her telling the best bedtime stories about witches flying through the night and using magic

In scenarios where Ace was raised by Dadan then I can imagine that Willow might be Rayleigh and Shakky but she might also be with Gaban, I can’t really see her as being with Shanks and Buggy like I can see her remaining in contact with them but probably not going with them as despite having a love for running through the woods at night and wanting to be a witch, Willow actually does value calm times

Speaking of Witch by the way, I forgot to really expand upon her so I’ll give a quick explanation as to who she is and why she matters when it comes to Willow and her character

Basically when Willow was young, Willow wanted to be a witch so badly when she grew up to the point where she would pretend cast spells and run around with a broom but her Dad crushed her dreams and forced her to give up on that in favor of being a farmer who takes care of all their needs

These years of isolation and living with only a shit father to keep her company caused Willow’s mental state to take a hit so this prompted the creation of what is kind of like a hallucination and it’s an entity known simply as Witch who embodies everything that Willow wanted to be when she grew up but couldn’t

Witch is her entirely own separate being as she appears to be able to react to things that Willow can’t actively see but despite that, she comes from Willow and refuses to elaborate beyond that on what she is and where she came from

However luckily Witch is incapable of interacting with anything, she can’t even touch Willow and is basically a ghost as she can’t touch anything or be seen by anyone as even Rayleigh doesn’t know when Witch is around however he is aware of her existence

No one but Willow can see Witch but the Roger Pirates are aware of Witch’s existence due to Willow telling them, Witch also encourages her to be a version of her that she wants to see like if Willow happens to disobey someone or take that extra minute on a break from her duties then Witch encourages it

But she’s also a bit of a little shit as she enjoys scaring Willow and just popping out of the weirdest places, Witch has gotten a lot calmer though ever since Rouge chewed her out and trust me as being chewed out by a beautiful lady who can’t see you but is clearly pissed at you is terrifying

And that’s it! Here are the Aesthetic Boards that I promised you as well!

#the rain talks back #minors dni #one piece #read the trigger warnings #one piece oc #oc #original character #🌺#oc x canon

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champion-of-thedas · 1 year

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WoT Reread: New Spring Chapter 3

Practice

A lot of exposition happens. We learn about the Tower, Siuan and Moiraine’s relationship, the Aes Sedai test, and Moiraine and Siuan’s new quest. A whole bunch of Aes Sedai are introduced and I remember only a couple of them.

This chapter was surprisingly long.

·RJ using Moiraine being in shock to give us more exposition. I actually find this rather interesting and a good way to choose to do it.

·Disregarding my issues with the way it is presented, Moiraine teaching classes is definitely giving me thoughts about how sometimes professors do less teaching than TAs. I was lucky in that didn’t happen often, but all of by labs were TA taught.

·Siuan is already sure she is going to be Aes Sedai ASAP.

·I do feel bad for Siuan here. She wants to travel and understand the world around her, but we know that she will be confined to the Tower while Moiraine sees the world instead.

·Moiraine has already pegged Siuan for leadership. She does have a certain bearing that lends itself well, but it does show that she has a good insight into people.

·I do like how much emphasis they are putting on Siuan actually being the ‘smarter’ of the two (although that is relative). There is a certain amount of elitism that still exists in the world where people who are poorer for some reason are not as traditionally intelligent or interested in academic learning and Siuan is wiping the floor with the other novices and accepted in the Tower. This stereotype is less prevalent in media today, but I still see it being rampant outside of that.

·Ah, the prophecy. Also when I started writing, I kept forgetting what exactly Moiraine kept referring to Rand as, only remembering that she called him something distinct that I hadn’t heard used at all elsewhere. The word is ‘boy child’. I will definitely be using that because I find it funny, unlike the word babes, which was used liberally by RJ and Sando and made me pull my hair out.

·Moiraine goes to Siuan’s room~

·Sorry if this seems like there isn’t a lot of commentary. It’s the beginning of a WoT book so there’s a LOT of description and exposition about world building. It’s not bad, just not great for commentary.

·Moiraine and Siuan have a connection and sense of each other even after most people would not have one.

·I love the fact that Moiraine and Siuan have a reputation for elaborate pranks that no one could prove they did, such as filling a water fountain with trout. I love the fact that the put itch-oak into Elaida’s clothes.

·Myrelle. Ugh.

·A lot of this chapter is more establishment of the way the chapter works. Siuan and Moiraine plot a little, but it is quickly interrupted by an Accepted whose name I can’t remember.

·I remember the Aes Sedai test being brutal later this book and the same went with Nyneave’s. There is a weird thing about trying to use the Aes Sedai test to punish Accepted that wronged you that I think is a little fucked up.

·I’ll admit that after a certain point, I zoned out on all of the Aes Sedai getting introduced. There were a lot and many of them don’t become important. I remember Myrelle, Alanna, and Verin. I’m sure there are more obvious ones (in fact I remember when I first read this I caught more), but I’m listening to this at almost midnight and after describing the breasts of another Aes Sedai, I kind of zoned out on the descriptions. We don’t see how the Tuatha’an handle channelers in the books, so it is interesting to see here that they cart them off to the Tower. We are aware of the fact that the Sea Folk send a few young women to the Tower (and if I recall they are usually the ones weaker in the power?) so that they can keep the rest of them. It leads me to wonder if the tuatha’an actually have a channeling culture and it just never comes up. I WANT TO KNOW!

·The answer is probably they don’t, but wouldn’t it be cool.

·Ah yes, the announcement. This feels like it should cause more suspicion with people other than Moiraine and Siuan. And by that I mean the Black Ajah. I know they get involved once she starts meeting with specific people in secret, but I also feel like if the Keeper just drops dead and then the Amyrlin decides to send out a bunch of money and take a census on new babies, they should have started earlier.

It’s funny. So we’re getting hints of the Vileness right now where Reds are gentling men left and right and/or killing them and not reporting it thanks to the Black Ajah specifically trying to get the Dragon, but not knowing how old baby Rand is. Siuan and Moiraine talk about how the Reds would handle the Dragon and it comes up that people think they are gentling men with permission. Here I am wondering when exactly Ishamael got involved. We know he sort of created the Black Ajah and that he had to be around for a few years before the start of the series because he was the one setting everything up, especially with Fain and otherwise coordinating darkfriends. We also know that he tends to come out every thousand years and it usually is for an extended period of time. Was he out by this point? If not, when did he get out? I dunno. As far as where the fanfiction starts, still not yet. Hopefully I’ll have more to say both about the chapter and the story as we go, we’re just still heavy in exposition land.

#wot book spoilers #wheel of time book spoilers #wheel of time: new spring #new spring #champion rereads wot #Wheel of Time #champion rereads new spring

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hasufin · 1 year

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Guys.

And I mean guys here. This isn’t some super-secret “Boys Only” thing, I don’t care what your birth certificate says, but I’m talking to guys here.

You need to get a pedicure.

I’m serious. I know our culture treats it as a silly indulgence for women. And yeah, there are some aspects which you might find uncomfortable.

(That’s fine. Some people will give you shit about it and talk about “fragile masculinity”. They’re bullies. You’re allowed to be uncomfortable with things which undermine your identity and may possibly trigger past trauma. There are an awful lot of people who think that’s all funny, but it’s not, and you’re not the bad guy for that.)

So, no, you’re not obligated to get your toenails painted. (You can if you want to, though. They’ve got thousands of colors.) And it’s understandable the first time you go to a salon, that it feels like you’re invading a female-only space.

But.

Let me tell you something. Guys, we need pedicures.

Let me tell you about me. I’m upwards of 250lbs (about 114 kilos, or almost 18 stone if you want). I hike in the mountains on the regular. I walk when I can. Sometimes I lift weights. You know, pretty active.

Do you have ANY IDEA what it does to the soles of your feet when you’re regularly slapping that much weight on them? So, so callused. I one time ended up with a cyst because I got a splinter embedded in the sole of my foot and didn’t feel it.

And I bet you’re like me. We’re not generally raised to take good care of our feet, and they get a whole bunch of abuse. You maybe know to trim your toenails, but don’t do it as often as you should. But do you even own a pumice stone? (Pumice stone isn’t enough, really, but it’s a start).

You need help. I’ve checked carefully, and determined that my feet are on the ends of my legs. This is a terribly inconvenient place to put them, but I was not consulted in the matter. So proper foot care is awkward. There’s a lot you can do, but every now and then, you should go to a salon and have someone help.

Now, like I said - the first time you go to a salon, it might be a bit awkward. I get that. Honestly this is a good chance to bond with a partner, friend, or relative who does go regularly: they’ll know how it’s laid out, and can help explain things. In theory you can just go in, but it helps to have some guidance.

They usually have packages you can choose from - manicure, pedicure, foot and leg massage, etc.. I’m honestly a fan of going all-out, you’re already there. Just be sure to tip well.

Once you select what you want, they’ll take you to one of those salon chairs - the kind with the little foot spa. Oh, I should mention - wear clothing you can roll up easily. If the weather allows, shoes you can take off easily, too. You’re there for them to work on your feet, so it’s best if they can be accessible. I, um, do not advise a kilt though. These are professionals and do not need a direct view of your genitals. Just, like, maybe sweatpants, okay?

Anyway, the spa chair. It’s got the foot bath. It has some snazzy controls, which are, I’m sorry, not necessarily intuitive. It has a built-in massage function, but there’s a decent chance it’s not big enough to work with your frame. You’re allowed to use the controls on the chair, but don’t mess with the foot spa part - that’s for the technician.

They’re probably going to run water into the foot spa. They might put some bathing salts in. They want you to soak your feet for a little while, it makes their job easier. If it’s too hot or cold, let them know politely. They can adjust it, and you’re supposed to be comfortable.

After a little bit, your technician will start the pedicure. If you’re with a group, there’s a fair chance you’ll be the last person helped - I’m sorry, you’re a bit of an outlier and you’re probably waiting for the most experienced person.

Now, I can’t tell you the exact order this will go - it varies from place to place. They might want to use wax on your feet, it’s pleasantly warm but not hot - however, they may not have bags big enough for your feet. This will likely be a theme - many just aren’t set up for people with big feet. Be patient and understanding about this, they can’t fix it either.

From here, you will need to obey some basic instructions - they will want you to put one foot or the other either up on the footrest, or down off the footrest. Aside from that your goal is to not move, and warn them if something tickles or hurts. Yes, some customers are ticklish, this isn’t unusual. However, if you jump, someone might get hurt. So warn before that happens.

At some point they will do the thing you really want: exfoliation. They’re going to remove the dead skin from your feet. With you, that’s not a trivial task. You, uh, may want to look away. I’ve had them go in the back and bring out a dremel tool, a cheese grater, a microscalpel, and a microplane grater. The latter is the most popular. No, it does not hurt, they are literally removing dead skin only, but it’s possibly not something you want to see. And there’s a lot. (Tip well. Really. They deserve it.).

After that, they’re going to trim your toenails and cuticles, and give you a calf massage. If you want, they’ll also paint your toenails. Once that’s done - and after your toenails have dried - you can move on to the manicure if you want (you are not obligated to get a manicure). Then, you put your shoes back on, roll down the legs of your clothing, and pay at the front. Again, be sure to tip generously - you are a special challenge.

The first thing you will notice is that your feet are waaaay more sensitive. Not in the “everything hurts” way, but just that you feel more stuff, because you no longer have a ridiculously thick layer of dead skin on the soles of your feet. Be sure to bring thick socks.

What you will also notice is that your feet feel cleaner than they ever have, they don’t itch, they don’t feel dry, and just plain feel better.

Over the course of the next few days that sensitive feeling will go away, and the thick skin on your soles will build up again.

Once you get over your discomfort, you’ll find this can be an enjoyable experience (well, mostly - I personally have never much cared for the cuticle trim, but that’s just me.) and one you look forward to.

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