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rafeandonlyrafe · 20 hours

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warnings: entire fic is through phone calls/text messages, parental death (ward), established relationship, kinda protective rafe but its cute he just misses his girl, includes pictures of "readers" face/body, kind of illusions to sex (like barely!), overall pretty fluffy

“rafey!” you squeal as you answer your phone seconds after it rings. “how's it going?”

“well, everything is still standing.” rafe huffs out. you can practically hear the stress in his voice.

“that's good, baby. i miss you a lot.” sure, he just left this morning to drive back to the outer banks, but that doesn't change the fact that you miss him anytime he's away from you.

“god, i miss you too. if rose didn't need me here id still be-

“i know.” you cut rafe off. “you're back for three days with your family. it'll be fine and then we will be back together.”

you know being back in the outer banks is stressful for rafe after everything that happened. the mess with barry, the pogues, and then all culminating in his dad dying. when you decided to go a couple hours away to college, you still thought you'd have to persuade your boyfriend to come with you, to leave the only life he's ever known, but he jumped at the chance.

you live in a luxury townhouse right near downtown. you're even able to walk to most of your classes, of course with rafe by your side.

“you're right.” rafe hums. “we are figuring out the will stuff tomorrow morning.”

“i wish i could be there for you. text or call if you need anything.” you have classes tomorrow, but you'd drop anything if rafe really needed you.

“yeah just… text me updates, please? even if you just do the laundry or something. it helps to know.”

“of course i will.” you smile, hearing some commotion in the background. “and rafey? give wheezie a hug for me.”

“is that y/n?” you hear her voice in the background, then the fumbling of the phone being handed off.

“y/n!” wheezie squeals.

“wheezie, my girl!”

“how are you getting to class?” rafe asks, looking into the room where proceedings are about to start, going over his fathers will and who gets what. he knows most of it will go to rose, most likely the house and the real estate company. he doesn't really care. he has a new life now, one with you.

“amber is gonna drive me and pick me up. and no, her boyfriend will not be there.” you giggle, knowing even though amber and her boyfriend steven have been together since third grade, rafe would still worry with him around.

“and you're going to poli sci and then your geology lab, right?” rafe has your schedule memorized, but he likes to hear your confirmation anyways.

“yup!” you nod, even though rafe can't see you. “im excited for todays lab, actually. it's not rock identification, which you know i suck at.”

rafe let's out a soft laugh, having sat and listened to your complaining about rocks for hours already this semester.

“rafe, it's starting soon.” rose says, her words being picked up by you, otherwise rafe probably would have just ignored her in favor of keeping talking.

“alright, baby. hope it all goes well and doesn't take too long. i love you.” you coo into the phone.

“love you more.”

“home tomorrow.” rafe whispers softly, not wanting to wake up anyone else in the house. he's exhausted, so they must be too. it was a long day with lots of legal jargon, but everything got divided up about how he expected it to.

most to rose, then the additional savings divided up evenly between him, sarah, and wheezie.

“im glad.” you whisper back, matching his tone even though you're home alone. “i ordered a cute pair of pajamas to wear to help me sleep. you know how much i struggle without you.”

“your insomnia cure.” rafe smiles, remembering what you called him after you first started sharing a bed, able to easily relax into him and fall into a true deep sleep.

“mhm.” you hum out, letting out a yawn. “do you mind staying on the call until i fall asleep?”

“baby, ill stay on all night.”

sfw tags: @winterrrnight @bejeweledreverie

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rowanoftheunknown · 6 months

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Okay listen it's been 4 days I'm over it but I hate that everyone is like "that's where Izzy's arc was meant to end, he accepted his death" yeah no when I developed my support system and dismantled my toxic habits and moved on from my trauma my psych took me out the back and said you're free and shot me like a lame horse

#hEs a FiCTioNaL ChaRActeR yes i KNOW i know i know just let me bitch #bro i also thought i was ready to die after i came to terms with my toxic behavior but i was 14 and i got over it #man just needed some medical attention and some sertraline wouldve fixed him right up #listen its fine im no longer mad at the finale i just hate wasted potential in characters and killing him was a fucking waste #anyone who says otherwise lacks imagination #ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands

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the-modern-typewriter · 10 months

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wgshdwgd im sorry if youre not accepting snippet reqs </333

but could i req you write abt a villain who *everyone* is genuinely terrified of. and then the hero just politely tells them to shut the fuck up. like, villain could be monologuing or smth and hero would cut them off saying that they would really appreciate it if villain could finish up in the next hour or so because they dont want to miss bargain day at the supermarket.

uwah im sorry if i broke any rules </33 stay safe its a crazy world out there <333

"-Could you please just shut up?"

There was a moment of absolute, horrified silence. One man promptly fainted. Nobody seemed to breathe for a few seconds.

The villain turned, slowly, towards the protagonist.

They were on their knees on the floor, surrounded by armed guards ready to execute the various staff still in their building. Their expression was one of exhausted long-suffering, one hand pinching the bridge of their nose as if to stave off a headache.

"Excuse me?" the villain asked, oh so softly.

"Will you please stop talking?" The protagonist dropped their hand, levelling the villain with a look. "Like, if you're going to slaughter the lot of us, just do it, don't make us listen to the spiel first. It's been forty five minutes."

"Are you so eager to die?"

"No. But if I'm going to die, I think I'd like to get it over with. Otherwise, I'd like to just go about my day. I need to buy food before the shop closes and takeaway costs a fortune. I mean, bloody hell. Forty five minutes. Do you really think anyone here is listening?"

The villain stared.

"Like, not to be rude," the protagonist said. "But they're all scared out their minds. They are not processing the finer points of your monologue. It's just so unnecessary."

"I could cut out your tongue and feed it to you."

"You don't have anything better to do?"

"I could cut out their tongues," the villain swept a hand around the room, "and feed them to you. That sorts out dinner, doesn't it?"

"I mean, I'm vegan, and not a cannibal, but I appreciate you're more concerned with being menacing than actually addressing the issue."

The villain stared some more.

The protagonist stared back.

"The data I need is still downloading," the villain said, after a long moment. "If I let you leave, someone will do something stupid like try and call the police."

"Sure, sure. But the monologue."

"You don't enjoy the sound of my voice?"

"I wouldn't take it too personally. It's been a week. Bit overstimulated, to be honest. Anyone's voice right now feels a bit like a cheese grater on my nerve endings."

"A bit like a cheese grater."

"No offense."

The villain blinked at them, slow and somewhat incredulous. "A cheese grater."

The protagonist shrugged.

"I'm assuming you didn't miss who I am in the last forty five minutes," the villain said.

"No."

"And yet."

"It's not that you're not terrifying," the protagonist said. "I just - forty five minutes. Humans aren't set up to be this stressed for forty minutes. My head is killing me. Processing all this - if you don't kill us - is going to be hard enough without having to fit in all the life admin I'm not currently getting done."

"Come here."

"...what?"

The villain crooked a finger to beckon the protagonist forward.

The protagonist swallowed, eyeing the villain warily, but didn't make them ask again. With a glance at the armed henchmen, they shuffled forwards to the spot the villain had gestured at their feet.

"You know," the villain said, "it's been a very long time since anyone has talked back to me."

"Sorry. I'm really not trying to be rude."

"No," the villain mused, head tilting with something alarmingly like curiosity as the protagonist came to a stop. "You're really not, are you? Turn."

"...turn?"

The villain gestured again, to indicate that the protagonist should face away from them.

"...You can't just give me all the orders at once? I get this is more dramatic, but I probably wouldn't be trying your patience as much if-"

The villain seized the nape of the protagonist's neck, like scruffing a kitten, making their breath catch.

Everyone watched for the inevitable torment. The punishment. The kill.

The villain's fingers dug into the knots of tension in the protagonist's neck, power sparking up the touch.

The protagonist sagged. "Holy shit," they breathed.

"Better?"

"Um. I mean - yes - but -"

"Good." The villain glanced up to the henchmen. "Shoot everyone else."

"What? Wait - no -"

The sound was deafening.

Then the silence was, once again, absolute.

"You didn't have to do that," the protagonist whispered. "I didn't mean - if I offended you -"

"Oh, you didn't, don't worry. That's why you're still alive. Tell me about yourself."

The villain's grip stayed unrelenting on the back of the protagonist's neck, holding them securely in place.

"T-tell-?"

"We still have ten minutes," the villain said, in a tone of great patience, "before the download completes. Tell me about yourself. I shouldn't be the one doing all the talking, after all. It's very rude of me, isn't it?"

Hesitantly, the protagonist talked, watching the blood pool on the floor. What else was there to do?

The computer finally gave a quiet beep to indicate that the download was complete.

"Good. Very good." The villain gave the protagonist's neck another gentle enough squeeze. "Now. Let's go grocery shopping," the villain said cheerfully. "Up you get. Dinner's on me."

#heroes and villains #antagonist and protagonist #writing #story #writing snippet #villains #villain

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chrisevansonly · 6 months

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𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: charles leclerc x female reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: life is too heavy to carry, thankfully your boyfriend will carry it with you

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: talks of mental health and suicidal thoughts, mentions of depression, heavy topics so please read at your own discretion

𝐚/𝐧: i’ll be honest this is self indulgent and i know i said i wasn’t writing but idk i feel so low and thought writing about how im feeling might help? ive struggled with mental illness my whole life so i find writing it out in a way i can enjoy helps…i hope it helps others that are in need of it too<3

Life is painful, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, it’s dark and gloomy, heavy and hard to carry, life is painful. Okay well maybe not for everyone but for you it was, and it was draining, exhausting really trying to survive each day instead of living like everyone else. Truth be told you’d struggled with mental illness for as long as you can remember. In high school the suicidal thoughts came into play and you had fallen into a place no one deserved to fall.

You’d hear people tell you to smile, cheer up, get outside and take in the fresh air, but they don’t understand. They don’t get the internal pain one feels when they deal with depression and anxiety, unless you live it: you don’t get it.

So yes, life was painful but there was an ounce of sunshine in your life and it came in the form of Charles, your boyfriend of exactly three years. The man who broke through the storm to bring you blue skies and calm waters, the man who held you tightly as you cried for a break, aching for a moment of peace within yourself. Charles was a gift, you were sure of it: he was too.

“my love…?”

His voice was soft, delicate as it filtered through the dark bedroom, eyes filled with concern as he looked at you huddled under the blankets, almost willing them to swallow you whole

“hmm?”

It might not have been a word but Charles would take it

“can I get you anything? do you need something?”

The room fell silent again except for the sound of covers shifting, your head peaking over the duvet

“y-you please”

Hearing your voice break was enough for Charles to promptly move from his place in the doorway, lifting up the covers on his side of the bed before settling down and pulling you into his side, letting you virtually melt against him

“okay, okay i’m here, it’s okay amour..”

“it-it hurts”

“i know baby, i know it does…but it will only hurt for a little, i promise you.”

You wanted to believe him, you really did, but how many years would you have to suffer before it truly felt like you would never know how to feel okay.

“it’s hard to be here”

Now this caught Charles attention right away, having known your past with depression and even suicidal thoughts, he felt his blood run cold at the thought of you being anywhere than right here with him

“listen to me baby, i know it hurts, i know it’s hard, but i promise you i will help you find your sunshine, i will help you find your happiness”

He paused shifting to rest a hand on your cheek, his thumb swiping at a stray tear on your cheek

“i love you with everything in me, and i will do whatever i can to help you through this, if you need me to carry more of the weight, let me, if you need a shoulder to lean on more than usual, do it. you are my entire world baby, i won’t ever leave you out in the dark to take this on all on your own..”

Letting out a soft sniffle you looked up at him, always appreciating just how much love he held for you in his eyes alone

“why, i-i’m so sad a-all the time”

“because i love you. it doesn’t matter if your angry, happy, sad it’s part of you, i love all of you no matter what, and i am not going anywhere”

Charles leaned forward, pressing his lips to your forehead letting you have a minute to just digest everything he was saying

��pinky promise?” you asked softly, holding your pinky finger out which brought a soft smile to his face

“pinky promise baby, always.”

Nothing else needed to be said as you curled yourself further into his side, his arms only tightening on you, as if to keep you from slipping away from him. Charles knew words only helped so much, but he was willing to do whatever it took to bring you blue skies back. Even if it took days or weeks, even months, Charles was going to be right beside you, every step of the way.

Life might be painful, but you never had to go through it alone again.

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wileys-russo · 8 months

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a practically perfect pair II l.wubben-moy x reader

tooth rotting fluff because you simply can’t convince me otherwise that lotte doesn’t give off the most wholesome, sweet and loving girlfriend energy

a practically perfect pair II l.wubben-moy x reader

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you first met lotte when you were just fifteen.

you had both been selected for the under 17's lionesses junior euros, it was your first ever junior national call up and having been one of the only girls who hadn't played with the team before, you found yourself on the outs with the group.

it wasn't to say they purposefully left you out by any means, everyone was friendly and you felt welcomed. but not having been present for other camps or tournaments, there was inside jokes and stories shared which you just couldn't relate to, which lead to you feeling isolated from most of your team mates.

you'd always been more on the quiet introverted side and with so many large bubbly personalities in the team it was easy for you to blend into the background, something you didn't mind by any means feeling quite a sense of security from not being the centre of anyone's focus.

it did however mean you weren't starting for the first match of the tournament, and found yourself sat on the bench with a substitutes bib over your jersey which was easily two sizes too big for you.

you cheered and clapped and encouraged your team mates who were on the pitch, and kept your head down and listened intently during the half time speech, taking note of anything and everything on the rare chance you might be subbed on.

you weren't, but the girls came away with a win and you couldn't have been happier for them, exchanging hugs and congratulating them sincerely.

it was on the bus ride home that you had your first real interaction with lotte, you were sat up toward the front, the louder and more boisterous of your team mates always occupied the back and as we've established, you quite liked to blend in and avoid any unnecessary attention.

which was why you jumped out of your skin in shock as a body dropped down into the empty seat beside you, despite there being dozens of unpopulated rows.

"oh gosh im sorry! i promise i didn't mean to startle you." a toothy smile and messy mop of brown hair stared back at you guiltily as you softly assured her it was fine and you were just by nature quite a jumpy person.

"i don't think we've really had the chance to talk much, do you mind if i sit here?" the girl had asked a little quieter as you shook your head and her smile widened, dumping her backpack at her feet and buckling in as the engine roared to life.

you heard a few of the other girls calling out for her to come and sit with them but she waved them off as she pulled her hair back into a bun, assuring you before you could even open your mouth that she wanted to sit with you.

"hey you've got a little something..." the brunette started, pointing down to the collar of your jersey as you frowned and looked down, only for her finger to swipe up and knock at your nose as she grinned at you cheekily for the joke.

"i know we technically already know one another's names, but im lotte." the girl beamed, holding out her hand as you grinned and shook her outstretched palm, shoving her hand away as she poked at your nose and teased you for how easily you'd fallen for her previous joke.

"so i will admit i am an absolute sucker for a mystery, and right now you have to be the biggest one here. mind helping me solve it sherlock?" lotte requested playfully, leaning back on her headrest and looking at you expectantly.

"why most certainly watson." you quipped back with a shy smile and a giggle, lottes own smile widening at your answer, admittedly a little worried that she might have overwhelmed you with how suddenly and strongly she was coming on.

the brunettes eyes twinkled with genuine curiosity toward the girl in front of her, who she had admittedly been staring after ever since she'd joined the team. but seeing how reserved you were she didn't want to scare you off, though now spurred on by her friends and team mates who were also wanting to get to know you better without freaking you out if they came at you as a pack, here she was.

and from that first playful round of twenty questions on the bus back to the hotel the two of you quickly cemented into a close duo, one rarely seen without the other by their side or trailing far behind.

your blossoming friendship with lotte and the effortless charm and charisma that oozed from the older girl meant your own confidence grew in leaps and bounds, and though it took a little more time than with lotte you grew close with a small handful of the girls from that first national camp, in a group you all fondly nicknamed the good peeps.

the first real hurdle in your tight knit bond came a few years later when lotte made the decision to move to an american college. it was the best move to further her football career in a program that you had no doubt would help her absolutely thrive.

as much as both her, lois and alessia had begged you and some of the others in the group to make that same call, you weren't as brave as them and just couldn't commit from being so far away from your home and your family and your support system for so long.

the first few months of her being gone were fine, both of you one another's go to for absolutely anything and everything, especially the swapping of stories or news about your days and lives, you both scheduled in face times and phone calls and you were even in talks of booking a trip to go and visit her during your off season, having chosen yourself to commence training at the arsenal academy.

but as time passed lotte became more settled in her new life, the face times and calls turning into occasional texts, and you began to work harder to catch the eyes of the scouts for the senior clubs, desperate to earn yourself a proper professional contract, and both of your abilities to respond to the texts within a time zone that suited one another and encouraged and fostered an actual meaningful conversation lessened.

and at neither of your own faults, gradually the contact between the two of you dropped off entirely, the only communications a thoughtful but generic message for a holiday or a birthday, and before either of you could blink three years had passed and you'd finally signed your first professional contract with the arsenal women's senior team, and lotte was nearing the commencement of her final year of college.

unbeknownst to both of you the other would occasionally pop into dreams or thoughts, and lottes fingers would hover over your contact, wondering how you were doing and longing to hear the sound of your melodious laugh, but then someone would interrupt and require her attention and her phone would be hastily slid back into her pocket, the thought lost as she busied herself with study, football or social commitments.

you also occasionally found yourself scrolling through lottes social media, smiling proudly at her accomplishments and wondering what life would have been like if you'd followed along beside them, and your finger would hover over the direct message icon, but then you'd glance at the time and realise if you didn't leave now you'd be late for training or the bus to the match and the thought would be lost, promptly filed right into the back of your mind.

everything changed again the day that you found out lotte had been offered a professional contact with arsenal, and was due to start pre season training with the team in just a few days now her signing had been officially announced.

you had of course seen both lotte and alessia's decision to leave UNC early and return to england due to the ever increasing lockdown restrictions, and you'd commented a few sympathetic red hearts on both posts but hadn't interacted much more than that.

so you found your stomach tied up with knots as you sat lacing up your boots for the first training session of the pre-season, unsure if you were excited or dreading seeing the girl who you'd once considered basically an extra limb given how tightly you were attached to one another at all times.

you heard her voice before you saw her, the girl embracing a few of the older girls who she knew through the national teams, her confident laugh echoing across the locker room as the head trainer blew his whistle and everyone hurried out to the pitch.

of course that meant that the two of you were now left alone, stood up and staring one another down from across the room.

she'd gotten taller since you last saw her, always having had a few inches over you but now she'd evidently grown effortlessly into the long limbs you used to tease her for tripping over like a clumsy baby deer.

the baby fat from her face had also gone, her jawline now sharp and clearly defined. but her eyes, her eyes still remained the same twinkling cheeky orbs you grew up with, and as the corners of her mouth tugged up into a soft smile, you realised that was yet another feature which remain unchanged.

lottes own mind was also in overdrive taking you in in person for the first time in almost a few years. you'd also had a little growth spurt and had grown into your ears, ears which lotte had often tugged on and teased you for as they'd stuck out from your hair. your dimples remained the same in both corners of your mouth, your button nose scrunching up slightly as you returned her smile, as did the galaxy of freckles which dotted along the curvature of your nose, though your hair was a lot lighter and your skin a bit more tanned than she remembered.

but overall, you were both still just you.

the gap rapidly closed between you you'd embraced one another in a tight hug, exhaling deeply at the familiar warmth which filled both your stomachs at one another's touch. whispering soft i missed you's and the murmurings of gentle apologies for the distance which had fallen between the both of you.

however wordlessly you both knew you felt the same, that despite that distance which had grown, in the current moment where you stood wrapped up in one another's tight embrace, it felt just like old times, and as if nothing had ever really changed.

it took half a year of lingering hugs that lead to butterflies in stomachs, hearts racing from the seemingly harmless but intimate tracings of one another's skin as you lay together in hotel beds on away matches chatting about nothing and everything, before you and lotte both realised that maybe something had changed between the two of you during your time apart.

which was that you had both accidentally but hopelessly fallen head over heels for one another, though neither of you had quite realised this yet yourselves despite almost everyone around you catching on immediately.

it was the longing glances that you both hoped the other would never notice, the way you would both curl up together on the bus home from matches, tired and aching limbs intertwined as you took turns listening to playlists you'd both curated for one another, chatting away amicably about whatever tv show you were both hooked on.

eventually, not to say it was without a loving but firm push from your friends and team mates, these growing feelings of affection for one another were finally confessed aloud in the comfort and privacy of your shared east london flat. this was then followed shortly by an incredibly forced and awkward first date, the two of you deciding right in that moment that you knew one another far too well to need to put yourselves through that agonising first stage of dating.

and from then on the rest seemed to blur into a slideshow of your shared life and memories together, one you both made sure stayed as private as you wanted without the pressure of it being entirely hidden.

it was how you found yourself hand in hand with the taller brunette, the two of you wandering slowly down the beach in the sunshine coast of australia, toes shoved into the soft sand of the foreign country.

both of you selected for your national teams World Cup squad you as a couple were overcome with joy and pride that it was an adventure you would get to experience right by one another's side.

"g! delete those, give the poor girls their privacy they've clearly gone off by themselves for a reason." keira shoved at her best friends shoulder as georgia snapped a series of photos of the two of you without your knowledge.

"what! its not like I'm gonna post them anywhere im just capturing the moment keira, ill send them the pictures and they can do as they please with them." the blonde rolled her eyes and placed the camera back around her neck, turning to watch the glorious sunset which was evolving before their very eyes, sending the sky a dizzying array of coral pinks and bright pops of daisy yellow and burnt orange.

"are we discussing mrs and mrs wubben-moy's impending wedding then!" ella appeared with a joking grin, dropping down on the soft sand in front of the pair, alessia not far behind as keira chuckled at her words.

you both of course were not engaged however it was a running joke within the team that it was an unnecessary step due to the fact you both behaved practically like an old married couple.

"ive never met two people so practically perfect for one another, it's both really really lovely and really really disgusting." lucy piped up from the other side of georgia as the rest of the girls hummed in agreement, exchanging soft smiles as unbeknownst to you and your girlfriend they watched on fondly.

"hey!" lotte shouted with a gasp as you broke away from her, dropping her hand and playfully kicking water toward the older girl, dousing her legs and shorts with tiny droplets. "oh I'm so sorry love I tripped!" you gasped with an innocent smile, rapidly stepping backwards away from her as she advanced toward you with an amused shake of her head.

"lots no it was one small splash, please!" you begged as she quickly caught you, long arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off your feet as you kicked and tried to pull away from her, the defender repeatedly threatening to drop you as she slowly waded deeper and deeper into the calm patch of sea.

"you do that and you'll be single before the kick off of this tournament wubben-moy!" you warned seriously as she faked dropping you, tightening her hold and jogging back into the shallower water, placing you back down on your feet on the sand with a cheeky grin as you smacked at her chest.

"not the last name!" the brunette feigned a grimace of pain as she clutched at her heart and you rolled your eyes at her dramatic antics, a smile unable to be stopped gradually spreading across your face. "honestly babe you could quit football for acting." you clapped sarcastically as the two of you turned around and began the slow walk back toward the rest of your friends.

"now that's much better." lotte smiled, hands placing themselves on your cheeks and dipping her head to press her lips to your own, the sweet moment broken up by wolf whistles and jeers echoing across the beach from your friends.

ella and alessia making kissy faces at the both of you your cheeks flushed pink and you buried your face in your girlfriends neck, feeling her body vibrating with quiet laughter at the teasing, her hand comfortingly rubbing at your back as you both embraced one another tenderly for a moment before breaking apart and returning to the group, all of you heading back toward the hotel for dinner.

you were laid down on the bed of your hotel room not quite asleep but eyes closed and belly full from a delicious feed, spirits high from an evening filled with the buzzing excitement radiating off your friends and team mates to finally be here in australia.

after dinner both you and lotte had spent some time bonding with the team before quietly slipping out of the games room, alessia and ellie having to sit on top of ella to stop her racing after you as soon as she noticed your absence, the stubbornly hotheaded midfielder wanting to demand a rematch of table tennis after you'd beaten her several times throughout the night.

the two of you the same age she was also one of the girls you'd grown up closest to, especially after the others had departed for america and she too had chosen to stay behind

though things between the two of you were quiet, silence had never been something uncomfortable for either of you. even just as friends in your youth you forever felt safe, loved and heard when around lotte as she did around you. and though of course over the years you had the occasional squabble over something, you prided yourselves on being able to communicate diplomatically and honestly to solve the root of whatever problem had surfaced.

"hello." you mumbled out tiredly feeling the bed dip beside you as lotte laid down, sketchbook left open on the other bed as she just took a second to take you in, eyes scanning your sleepy features adoringly before she pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, you humming appreciatively at the sweet gesture.

you felt the older girl sit back up, your body tensing a little at the temperature shift as she gently lifted up the back of your top, a single finger tracing gently down the line of your spine.

"my love may i please draw on your back?"

the request nothing new to you you simply made a noise of agreement, pushing your body up a little so lotte could properly tug your top so it sat hunched around your neck and you slumped back into the mattress, moving your arms to tuck securely under your head.

you felt lotte leave and heard her rummaging through her luggage for the correct supplies, eyes fluttering closed again as you exhaled deeply, nose twitching a few times as you did.

you heard the bed squeak slightly as lotte hopped back onto it, murmuring a quiet apology as she shuffled up the mattress toward your practically topless form and carefully settled her knees to rest either side of your hips.

"you can sit down baby it's fine." you breathed out, feeling how she was purposefully kneeling her body to hover just above yours, a hum returned in response before her weight actually settled down properly across the back of your thighs.

you tensed a little as you felt the first foreign touch of the marker on the exposed skin of your back, a gentle kiss placed behind your ear in apology as over time your body adjusted and the tension disappeared from your shoulders.

lotte humming something quietly to herself as she drew, the sound somehow only made you more tired, and before you knew it you'd peacefully dozed off. the older girl on top of you smiled at the action, heart melting at the relaxed expression on your face and the way your eyebrows would knit together every now and then, a silent way to confirm you were off deep in a dream somewhere, one which she hoped was nothing but pleasant for you.

around an hour and a half later she'd finished, shuffling herself back a little and laying down on top of you, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear and pressing feather light kisses to the back of your neck. you felt warm hands gently caressing your sides as you awoke, blinking slowly to zone back in and stretching a little underneath her, your girlfriend uttering a teasing good morning into your ear as you turned your head and mumbled that you'd like her to kiss you properly now.

with a soft smile and a chuckle lotte manoeuvred her body off of yours, hands grabbing at your hips protectively to steady you as you sat up and stretched again almost falling off of the bed as you did so, your top coming back down to cover your previously exposed torso as you did.

"what time is it?" you asked rubbing at your eyes and shuffling closer to the taller girl, pressing your face into her shoulder as arms wrapped tightly around you, her hand once again coming to rub comfortingly at your back as she muttered an answer into your hair.

"can I see?" you pulled away from her and gestured to your back, much more awake now as lottes eyes lit up and she nodded, quick to slide off the bed and offer you a hand up. fingers interlocking the taller girl practically dragged you into the bathroom, standing you in front of the mirror and tapping gently at your ribs, signalling for you to take your top off.

"oh wow..." you trailed off wordlessly as you twisted around and gazed down with wide eyes at the intricate pattern adorning your tanned skin. "it's beautiful, you're so incredibly talented it never ceases to amaze me, you never cease to amaze me." you spoke softly, eyes locked through the mirror with the taller girl stood behind you whose cheeks blushed a little with colour at the sincere compliment.

"you're so beautiful, my beautiful girl." lotte murmured in response, hugging you tightly from behind and burying her face in your neck, eliciting a small chime of laughter from you as a few loose strands of her hair tickled at your nose.

"don't tell me you've gone shy." you teased gently, the older girl pulling her head out of your neck and glaring at you playfully, craning her head around to steal a few sweet kisses before you turned in her hold, the two of you wrapping one another up in yet another tight hug, bound so close together each could feel the others heartbeat.

and though the comments from your friend were meant teasingly, lucy had been right.

together the two of you really were a practically perfect pair.

#woso #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #engwnt #woso blurbs #fic recs #lotte wubben moy #lotte wubben moy x reader

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fyodorloveclub · 1 year

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FLORA please . . . thinking abt dazai n fedya locked up together makes mi think of a threesome w them 🤭 how rough do u think they would be :O r they fighting over who gets to fuck ur pretty cunny ! ! giv mi all da deets teheheh :3

coco!! hmmmm ok i've been thinking a lot abt this hehehe sorry for how long it got 🤭

okey this could go so many different ways i could write an actual dissertation but. im going to come at this as if u are fyodor's lover hehehe

so. fedya is typically very gentle and sweet with his lover, esp in bed (unless you ask for otherwise) but... he hates dazai, and would rather die than let him have anything of his, especially u. so if u somehow stumbled into a threesome with them, it would be a lot djfjsjdj the way i see it happening is dazai purposely pushing all of fyodor's buttons abt how beautiful and sexy you are and how bad he wants you, probably taunts fyodor and says that he doesn't satisfy you ,,, and usually fedya can ignore dazai easily but when it comes to u and saying some shit like that he absolutely loses his SHIT and is like you're gonna watch and see how good i fuck her, how she falls apart over my cock

and he's very right!!! u do you def do. plus you've always thought dazai was kinda sexy so u agree to go along with their stupid game

so it starts out as just u and fedya while dazai watches, likely starting out w just missionary/ nearly mating press. he immediately jumps to what he knows makes you whine and moan the most, like fucking u right at the angle he knows feels the best, not too slow but not too fast, hips meeting flush with yours as he massages your clit and presses sweet kisses all over your face and lips. bc to him, this isn't just abt showing dazai how good the sex is, anyone can make sex feel good, he wants to rub it in his face too how much u just fucking love him and want him to be inside u not just cuz of how heavenly it feels, but bc u need to be that close to him. dazai fists his angry red cock, massaging himself to the sounds of your whimpers and cries and just how hot u look getting fucked.

when fyodor spills his cum inside you is when he decides its ok for dazai to take u next, smirking bc now he has to deal with the fact that he'll be fucking fyodor's cum right into you. u cant lie tho, dazai is really fucking talented. he's taking you from the back, ass high in the air as he shoves his desperate, needy, neglected cock so deep inside you it kisses your cervix and makes ur eyes roll back in your head. dazai is kinda losing it himself, absolutely mesmerized by the way ur cunt stretches and pulls with each thrust of his cock, the cream that's dripping down ur thighs and gathering onto his length. fyodor's the one watching now, irked that dazai's making you moan but is confident enough to know he could never be as good. he can't stay away for too long tho, sidles up next to u as dazai continues to fuck u as he sticks his hand in between ur thighs to rub your clit and suck on your nipples, and to say you were overstimulated was an understatement. your senses were so overloaded and on fire as they both had their way with you, but goddamn did it feel fucking amazing. it was the best orgasm you had had in a long time.

one of the hard and fast rules fyodor set was that dazai was by NO means allowed to cum inside u, and if he did it would result in very unsightly consequences. dazai doesn't rly listen to rules but he knew fyodor did not fuck around when it came to u. so he settles for flipping you over so he can cum all over ur tummy, using his fingertips to spread the seed all over you and squeeze your breasts. fyodor slaps his hands away. ur incredibly out of breath and fucked out at this point, a tiny bit of drool pooling at the edge of your mouth as you tried to catch ur breath, but things weren't over yet.

dazai wanted to know what ur mouth felt like, and weirdly, fyodor was ok with that. let him experience how good you suck dick and have to live knowing that fyodor is the only one who'll ever get to experience that. sat on fyodor's lap with your back to his chest now, his cock buried deep inside you as a reminder of who u rly belong to, dazai is sat on his knees next to you so you can suck him off. now he's the one whimpering and moaning as you take him into your mouth and skillfully use your lips and tongue to give him the best head of his life, and fyodor only smirks as he watches and feels u very slowly rising and falling on his own cock, subconsciously chasing the familiar feeling. and with a good massage of dazai's balls, he's cumming down your throat with a hearty groan -- he almost immediately gets hard again when he watches u swallow every single drop easily, licking ur lips afterwards with a smile.

in the end, fedya is right. dazai would forever be jealous that fyodor is the only one who ever got to have you. and that's how i think a threesome would go :)

#sorry it took me so long to get to this :(#also i didnt kno if u meant actually taking place in prison so i didnt do that fkdjjfdfj #hope u like :)#voices in my head #lover: coco 🎀#dazai x reader #fyodor x reader #bsd x reader

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soleilenchaine · 8 months

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Limbus Sinner Chess Headcanons

yes, that's right. chess hcs

they need to play some boardgames to pass the time so here we goooo

Yi Sang

has the stockfish calculator in his brain. each time a sinner makes a stupid move it just goes into the red and it confuses the hell out of him. constantly muses to himself and to others if they are listening when the pieces are not in their ideal positions

Faust

either at IM or possibly GM rating. is extremely good at decimating almost any opponent and will be extremely smug about it. she is constantly giving the side-eye to anyone who plays badly when she spectates

Don Quixote

i know we joke about her eating the pieces but i just think she keeps asking Yi Sang for help. she also constantly calls the knights Rocinante. if there is any chance for her Rocinantes to claim an opponents piece she will announce it in the most DonDon way possible

"ONWARD, ROCINANTE! WE SHALL EMERGE VICTORIOUS"

Ryoshu

plays chess like shogi.

no really. she just thinks shogi allows for more artistic expression in the endgame. also because she keep yelling at the opponent when she claims an opponent's piece with the pawn by moving it forwards rather than diagonally and the opponent says that's an illegal move.

but if she was forced to play by the rules (and she will threaten to C.Y.U), she would make the most bizarre plays by claiming as many pieces as possible to create the most elaborate endgame

Meursault

his poker face gives him the advantage in almost any match. each time he leaves a piece hanging the opponent gets increasingly more nervous because what if he left that piece to psyche them out.

Sinclair especially gets very nervous when playing against Meursault and ends up fumbling, but Meursault will explain to the little chicky man what happened and teaches him how to counter but in the most deadpan voice known to man.

Meursault: On move 12 you had compromised the bishop's position by moving your rook from b4 to f4. That was how I was able to claim your bishop. Sinclair: Wait, move 12?! When was that??? Meursault how on earth have you been keeping track?

Meursault: I had merely been observing (:meursault-stare:)

he claims a piece en passant and some of the sinners think he's done an illegal move until Faust (and possibly Yi Sang) corrects them. the guy is very good, will always play with the most efficient openings possible and can hold his own if someone were to pull a surprise move on him.

Hong Lu

he's a very competent player. knows all the fancy openings and endgame setups, and is extremely good at countering. he's also very good at bluffing and ends up stumping his opponents during the endgame

he finds joy spectating other sinners' matches and will ask throughout the match if a move is a special opening or counter that they do in the Backstreets. he needs to know!!

he also pulls an en passant on Heathcliff, but just to rile him up. he secretly finds it funny.

Heathcliff

ahh, Heathcliff. see you would probably think that Heathcliff is bad at chess but on the contrary.

he probably tried to learn it to impress Cathy, and eventually learned certain openings and counters that Cathy was fond of.

but overall his playstyle is simple, direct. no bells and whistles. he gets extra angry at Meursault for pulling an en passant (we need that Brit/French hatred).

any match with Ishmael ends just as how you would expect it to end.

Ishmael

she's pretty good at playing chess. she can play blitz chess against Faust and hold her own (though she always loses because Faust is just far too good)

she has surprisingly good knowledge of the most niche openings and would troll Heathcliff by playing them. but otherwise, she would also play with very few bells and whistles. a straightforward playstyle for the most Normal Sinner(TM) on the bus

Rodion

Rodya constantly played with Sonia back when she was still with the Yurodiviye, so she is at least 1800 rating.

she is extremely good at blitz chess. she thrives in a high stakes, fast paced game and with her constantly chatting with the opponent throughout the match she decimates the opponent purely because she just keeps distracting them with her friendly banter and quips.

she's also really good at adapting her playstyle to match her opponent. that's why Sinclair likes playing with her because she patiently waits for Sinclair to make his moves and she doesn't pull weird fancy openings on him or else he gets very confused.

she is super competitive, but is a very good sport.

Sinclair

my sweet chickadee. he used to compete in chess competitions back in school, and he got pretty good at blitz chess. but he's always dreading LCB tourneys because he will have at least three sinners backseat playing behind him while the opponent just crushes him.

but if he plays with his seatmates, he gets increasingly exasperated at Don with her increasingly chaotic plays while Yi Sang just quietly keeps score.

Outis

her experience commanding her team during the smoke war is reflected in her playstyle. she plays very aggressively and will taunt the opponent if they make a mistake. she is brutal with her openings and will attempt to immediately conquer the chessboard until either the opponent forfeits or is forced into an unwinnable corner.

once you see her set up a Sicilian defense it's basically over for you.

Gregor

our dearest roach man.

if he plays against the rest of the sinners, he takes it easy. he's a chill player and doesn't pull any complex endgame shenanigans unless the opponent tries to pull a fast one on him. he will also happily teach Sinclair and Don some cool openings if they ask him to play a match.

but when he plays against Outis, it's a completely different story. he is surprisingly good at countering even the most aggressive opening, and any match against Outis ends in a stalemate. his easygoing uncle vibe dissipates and you're suddenly reminded that he, too, is a Smoke War veteran. he's also had a lot of experience on the battlefield, so he knows full well what kind of tactics Outis would use during a match.

this is also the only time Outis doesn't taunt the opponent: she's too focused on trying to get out of a stalemate.

he also likes to pull meme openings every once in a while. man just does a bongcloud opening and Faust is at the side giving him the BIGGEST side eye. BUT he actually manages to win with that and Faust has to admit that she is quite impressed.

#limbus company #anyway if any of y'all have any other chess hcs hmu

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flower-boi16 · 2 months

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sorry for the incoming rant.

(cw for: mainly arophobia but also mentions of acephobia and mentions of people shipping an abuser with their victim)

praying for the teens and pre teens who think hazbin is *the* show for queer rep or progressive in any matter. it scares me immensely. not only the blatant fetishism and sex negativity and whatnot, but the fact people are being taught that labels *don't mean anything* and that they can do whatever they want (with a character).

yeah, "i gave my characters labels but fuck those labels ship whatever you want" is SURELY a great sentiment to leave behind. surely nobody would erase or discriminate against labels and identity, right? surely people WOULDN'T repsect labels and identities, right?*COUGH* *COUGH*

seriously the amount of ace- but more aro-phobia in that cult/clusterfuck in that fandom is insane. i hate how the aro tag has been poisoned/infiltrated by red twink no. 45 because of shipping discourse, and these people are being enabled by their "leader", never being lectured correctly. these people will ONLY listen to anyone who either agrees with them or isn't part of said label/identity. im so pissed. aros have little to none rep AT ALL and even then people will erase existing rep or come up with shitty excuses (if i hear the phrase "b-but aros can still date!!" one more time im breaking something. you dont care about the AROMANTIC dating experience, you only care about your stickmen kissing. period.). its more than exhausting.

i am not the only aro and aro-ace severly pissed off by this but im afraid there's nothing we can do. these people ship a severly traumatized victim and their assaulter together so im not suprised. at all.

all i came to know is that nobody actually fucking cares about representation or labels- they're all hopping around in fanfiction-shipping wonderland and bullying people relentlessly if they DARE to think otherwise. and they're being enabled.

-an exhausted and "done" aromantic. (i'm also on the ace spectrum but that's not as important to me right now- even though striker- the only one that's not horny 24/7 and clearly sex-repulsed or at least disgusted, is played as a big joke, but i believe someone else already said that. but that alone should raise eyebrows.)

Honestly, I don't even know what to add other than...this fandom kinda sucks. Like first bullying someone into killing themselves over shipping stuff and now this? And the fact that Viv doesn't call out ANY of this shit at all makes it worse.

Look, I'm of the opinion that we should not blame a creator for having a shitty fandom, HOWEVER, Viv needs to stop enabling her fans and say SOMETHING about this behavior.....but she isn't. Like, she could just say "hey guys stop doing this pls" buuuuut no. She's too busy whining about people criticizing her shows to actually do that.

Alastor is aroace guys, stop trying to erase that part of him just so you can drool over him. Just do that for LITTERALY ANY OTHER CHARACTER. It's that simple.

#vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #vivziepop criticism #hazbin hotel criticism #vivziepop fandom critical #tw: arophobia #anti arophobia #hazbin hotel fandom critical

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darkestspring · 1 year

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Yan! Targ boys (Aegon I & II, Aemond, Daemon, Maegor, etc) finding out that some servant girl they fucked years ago (how many is up to you) had their twin sons?

They don't currently have a 'darling' so how would they react?

i feel very sorry for that servant girl, im gonna say it right now.

Aegon I "The Conquerer" Targaryen

Oh boy, Oh boy, Oh boy. This is going to be a mess. Once he finds the boys and then finds you, its just a complete flip of switch.

he'll end up bringing you in as his wife, he refuses to listen to anyone who tries to convince him otherwise, his firstborn son will become the king after him, no questions about it.

You're still reeling from all of this and he binds you both together in the tradition of valyria, whispering that now that you're his wife he won't let you go.

He'll look after you almost obsessively, he follows you around, watching you very closely to find what you like. He'll be all too glad to give you everything you could want. You're his wife now, there's nothing he won't do for you.

He shares your bed frequently, his hands gripping you hard enough to bruise as he groans, thrusting into you wildly. He can't help it, he'll whisper in your ear, our children are already big. Shall i give you more babies? Tie you to me once more?

And it's a surprise to no one that you fall pregnant once more. Aegon will find that he enjoys watching you swell with his child, all round and cute.

Aegon II "The Usurper" Targaryen

It had been only a few years after you had left the palace that Prince Aegon came across you again, you were the same as he remembered you. All beauty and curves, all quietness and bashfulness.

What does surprise him is the twin boys that you shield, even as you stare at him with fear in your eyes. You're no stranger to the rumors. You're the only one to give birth to his bastards, you had left before Queen Alicent could find you or force moon tea down your throat.

Something ignites in him, how he had enjoyed you all those years ago and he had managed to convince his mother out of marrying him to his weird sister but he still needed a wife.

The thought made him excited. You would be his wife, yes. Your children would be his heirs, you should be grateful to him. He had dragged you back to his home and you were too scared to do or say anything as you clung to your children, tears in your eyes.

In all honesty, they all felt bad for you. Alicent had been filled with horror watching her first child drag in a tearful girl with twin white haired boys in her arms. Aemond stood next to Helaena as they both stared at you in horror.

There had been no choice given, Aegon had insisted on marrying you, you already carried his children. and you were. You were married to Prince Aegon, even as Alicent had expressed her concerns to you and you in return, shut down completely.

Our of fear for your children, you only did what he wanted and it was clear to everyone there.

Aemond "The One-Eyed" Targaryen

you had been the only one to serve him after he had lost an eye, chosen for your overly gentle disposition. You had been at least seven years older than him. You had grown with him, following his every request with ease.

it had all escalated too quickly and you ended up sleeping with him in a laspse of judgement when he was already a grown man and you fled from the palace, hiding away in your small little house.

Aemond had been disappointed by your departure but focused on other things until he saw you with two white haired boys. there's no way those boys weren't his.

he couldn't help it, the feeling of possessiveness that filled him. you had given birth to his children. They had been deprived of the life of a targaryen.

despite all the protests you have, he'll basically kidnap you to the palace once more and demand to marry you. everyone refuses until they see the children and by then, aemond knows he's won.

You'll be his wife, he knows it and if by some chance he's denied, well aemond has been training for the past decade so he has no fear of violence should his demands not be met.

One way or another, you will be his wife.

Daemon "The Rogue Prince" Targaryen

Oof, that's all i got to say. Daemon is one of the worst yanderes to have. Of course having this powerful man love you is exhilarating but he's so unpredictable.

he's not afraid to get his hands dirty to prove a point or to deliver his own version of justice. he's not afraid to hurt people around you to prove that no one is safe. the safest place for you is right beside him because any other place he will create a danger for you.

daemon most likely didn't even remember you until he saw you with two children who were undoubtedly his. His obsession starts with the children and then transfers to you. He'll want more white haired children and he'll want them with you.

no matter how far you run from him, he'll hunt you down on caraxes and take you to dragonstone to marry you in the valyrian tradition, successfully binding you to him as his wife.

He won't listen to protests from anyone. Not viserys, not rhaenyra, not any of the lord or his extended family. You're his wife, he has valyrian children. He won't stop until your swelling with child once more.

It would be best to say goodbye to your past life because you'll never return to it, as long as you're the wife of daemon targaryen, you'll never know peace. He'll be obsessed with you until the day you die, and even then the happy days are as big as the bodies that pile up as proof of daemon's love.

Maegor "The Cruel" Targaryen

double oof to you, dear reader because if you thought daemon was bad, maegor is even worse. He's very skilled with a sword and even more skilled at wielding his rage.

you'll always stay in his mind, the second you escape from his grasp, he's looking after you. It takes him two years but he finds you. You and your twin sons. You've done the thing none of his wives have been able to and his obsession will spark because of that.

He'll abandon all of his wives for you, either divorcing them or killing them, it doesn't matter. You've given him two sons, you take priority to him.

He'll marry you in the valyrian tradition with his mother's support and encouragement.

maegor is skilled with his rage but he's still incredibly cruel. Every moment not spent filling you with his cum so that you might swell with his babe once more is spent massacring houses that speak out against you. No one is spared or given mercy.

He'll return to you, covered in blood and grinning at you. He did all of this for you, and he'll tell you as much. To protect you, our children and the children who are yet to be born.

It's all for you.

#yandere house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #maegor targaryen x reader #yandere aemond targaryen x reader #yandere aegon targaryen x reader #yandere daemon targaryen x reader #yandere maegor targaryen x reader

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ezelium · 2 months

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tracks from ardour ; Nakahara Chuuya

CONTENT : music hcs for chuuya + drabble !! ★

WARNINGS : GN!Reader ,, mentions of alcohol ,, might be ooc (i dont pay much attention to chuuya sorry) NOT PROOFREAD

GENRE : HCs / Drabble ¹ - general / fluff

WC : 341

A/N : quick little thing while i work on a fic lol, HAPPY VALENTINES! ♥

HCs ⟡

→ first of all im not gonna argue with anyone here but CHUUYA WOULD DEF LISTEN TO ROCK OR METAL VKEI BANDS. you're NOT convincing me otherwise. occasionally listens to j-pop!

→ specifically CLUBSICK from sick² and anagura from kizu. (more kizu appreciation PLEASE). i can totally see him blasting something random at 4 am in his office, like I KILL YOU by codomo dragon or RAVEN by mejibray.

→ he wouldn't admit he enjoys that so quick, but hes the type of fella to blast it SO LOUD through his headphones, it can be heard outside perfectly fine. gets slightly embarrassed and awkward when someone points it out.,..,...

→ favourite band? doesn't really have one. puts his playlist in a shuffle and puts reccommendations on, listens to whatever.

→ if you said you liked vkei aswell, he's going to go infodump about it in a randon conversation. congratulations, you will now listen to him ramble about random stuff and the drama going on between the bands without prior warning.

→ definitely tried playing an instrument before but then just.. gave up, no matter his skill. he forgets about it often, so he thought the best option was to just give it away or something.

→ he isn't a genre hater. doesn't mind listenig to reccommendations, but his dislikes and likes are as clear as glass.

→ his ears aint making it to his mid-late 30s.

DRABBLE ⟡

You were over at Chuuya's luxurious apartment, just the one that you'd expect an executive to have. Even though you've been here several times, the apartment never failed to make you smile in awe. Your hand was tilting the wine bottle at a perfect angle and your eyes were assasing the amount if liquid in the wine glass. So dramatic for what, but you were too focused on it now.

Meanwhile, Chuuya had found a dusty vinyl from who knows how long ago, a long with a few discs that looked just as ancient as the vinyl - It was behind a random bookshelf and surprisingly nobody had noticed it until now. Now he was in the living room playing with the vinyl's settings and gear. "[Name]," he called out. your head snapped towards the sound, just when you finished pouring the wine. Seems like you just focused too much on pouring it a right amount. A second later you were next to his side, and put the wine on a nearby coffee table.

"Do ya think this still works? I found some old discs along with it to my luck."

"How am I supposed to know?"

"I don't know, aren't your guesses almost always correct?" He cackled. You rolled your eyes. Chuuya looked genuinely happy after finding those, almost like a pirate who has encountered a treasure. He did resemble a pirate to you, for sure, but that's out of topic... Finally putting the disc on the vinyl, his movements slowed down. The track didn't seem familiar to you— But Chuuya froze the few seconds he heard it again. "Oh," the executive muttered, "I remember listening to this when I was like what, 16..?" Seems the bus of nostalgia hit him pretty quickly. Laughing, you sat next to him and ruffled his hair much to his displeasure. He shot you a glance, but he wasn't mad and you could make that out.

And that's how the night went, listening to old discs Chuuya had. Needless to say, you both enjoyed that.

©ezelium 2024 ⭑ I do not consent to my work being translated, reposted, or used.

REBLOGS ARE VERY APPRECIATED! (I'll read you a bedtime story if you reblog)

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howdoesagrapewrites · 10 months

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im not the anon who asked for something like tricycle but HEAR ME OUT what if like something where the reader has to travel outside the country and pav and gayatri are like “what ?? we’re coming w you tf ?” and you and gayatri have to point out that hes spiderman … and cant leave … so then you ask gayatri to stay behind for him and idk where else to go from here 😭

𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙨

Cw: slight angst/comfort, poly!gn!reader x Pavitr Prabhakar x Gayatri Singh, long distance relationship, depressive behavior

Notes: I had to use an online roulette to tell me if I should make angst or fluff, fluff won. I interpreted this as "they're moving away" but if this isn't what you wanted, just tell me

>You were horrified as you heard them tell you that you were leaving the country

>You tried to protest, be logical, be emotional, cry, lay a well researched and sensible argument, beg, anything in your control to convince them otherwise, but your tutor just won't budge

>You had the biggest fight over this

>You locked in your room, refusing to speak to anyone as you cried and cracked your head open thinking about how you'd explain this to your partners, what would they think? You want to communicate this the best way possible, is there even a good way to do it?

>You didn't answer texts, and you hated yourself for it, you hated yourself for getting shut down and wasting the little time you have left

>You didn't want your partners to feel neglected or think you were mad at them, so you made sure to tell them it was just issues in your home, and that they didn't do anything wrong

>And they tried to respect your alone time, they really did

>But four days was enough:( please

>Pavitr calls you, and you just start crying and word vomiting things that don't make any sense

>"jaanu, are you there?"

>"I am, but I won't, and I really- I-I mean that it won't be like this forever, and I really want to say it to you, but you'll feel sad, and I need you here, but then we have to talk and if we talk you'll - I'll- if we talk that means I have to go- I don't want to go"

>You sob even harder when you listen to the beep indicating he finalized the call, you are there just having an absolute meltdown, hugging your pillow as you rot on the bed you've been the whole week

>Your crying is loud, but loud enough to cancel out the loud banging on your window, it's your boyfriend (in his spiderman suit) carrying your girlfriend in his arms, waiting like two stray dogs for you to open the window

>He was really fast, he probably started swinging the second he hanged up

>You clumsily open the window, crying and struggling with the safe, to finally let them in, they almost knock you down on the floor with the strength they used to jump to hug you

>You hold them as a close as you can, they don't ask for explanations and carry you to your bed to cuddle until you calm down, always with reassuring words of "it's okay", "whenever you're ready", and infinite "I love you"s

>When you gather the strength to talk, completely forgetting whatever script you had in mind, they can't believe it

>"We're coming with you!" Gayatri blurts out, anxiously biting her lip, looking at Pavitr and then at you

>"That's right! We'll come with you, it'll be an adventure for the three is us!" Pavitr smiles, unaware of the million of flaws in his train of thought

>"You can't leave Mumbattan without a spiderman, love" you stroke his cheek looking to soothe his worries

>"And you can't leave him, Pavitr, your father, your country, everything you know and love is here"

>"Not everything" she said, a single tear cascading down her face, bitter expression

>Gayatri hugs you close, crying into your shoulder "not everything, not without you..."

>It took you some time to finally convince Gayatri to stay, took you even longer with Pavitr

>And it want easy, at times they'll come up with a newer crazier idea to travel with you

>You spent all the time you had left, glued to them

>and when it was time to say goodbye, they had to be physically restricted to leave the plane go without doing anything reckless

>You stayed on facetime with them almost 24/7, going to sleep on calls kind of thing.

>And you're just depressed in this new place, nothing is like home, nothing is as lively, as beautiful, as comfortable as Mumbattan

>after failing several classes, and practically snapping back at everything, your tutor agreed that you simply needed to go back, so they told you that if you couldn't find 5 reasons to stay here, you could go back and captain Singh would be entrusted with your care

>As much as it was physically painful to, you managed to keep it a secret

>And when december was here, you were counting the seconds to get in the plane. You failed the school year due to those early months, but you tried to stop dwelling on that, there's nothing you can do about it

>"what are you doing today?" -you

>"today's christmas silly, just staying home" -Gayatri

>"I wish you could be with us, captain Singh invited me and my Maya auntie for dinner" -Pavitr

>"damn, so you really have no time to do anything? Not even opening the door?" -you

>"What door are you talking about?" -Gayatri

>you knocked, Gayatri's breathing became irregular, so nervous and scared this was just a joke

>but she saw you with two backpacks, on her door, she couldn't contain herself, too much joy inside

>Pavitr heard the happy squealing and came running, they kissed you and smelled you hair, touching you like they were making sure you were real

>There's really no place like home

#atsv x reader #pavitr prabhakar #atsv pavitr #pavitr x gayatri #pavitr x reader #spiderverse pavitr #gayatri singh #gayatri #gayatri x pavitr #Gayatri x reader

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smolweeblets · 4 months

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Taters

Karlach x Reader/Tav

A/n: I live temporarily. Back with another fandom. Small ramble note at the bottom.

Winter was just around the corner, causing the night air to chill as of late. You used to hate the cold, it reminded you of… less fortunate times. However, these days you've found yourself slowly being able to see the beauty of it, reason being your beautiful girlfriend, who’s kept you perfectly warm every night, safe and protected against any unsavory memories.

The amazing tiefling who's stolen your heart has kept you company for countless evenings, with each one feeling as special as the last. But this time you find yoursef pondering, a memory—or rather a word—that you couldnt quite shake off.

Taters.

It was just such a bittersweet moment for you both. You thought her family using words just for them was such a cute thing to do, it seemed to make Karlach so happy. It kicked some gears in your brain into motion, so much so that you happened to mindlessly utter it out.

“Pardon, love?” Karlach craned her head to look at you atop her chest.

“Oh– nothing, was just lost in thought–”

“Ah, well taters, either way” She grinned from below you.

Your heart melts a little inside of you. How was anyone allowed to be this cute? Yhe universe is unbelievable.

“Yeah… listen Karlach, ive been thinking about something” You trail off slightly, not quite sure on what you actually want to say.

Karlach tilts her head slightly to the side. A worried frown painting her features. “Something wrong?”

“No, I just… happened to think about your family… The language you had together, you said you were the last remaining speaker. I want to change that.” You held her hand as you talked, both for her reassurance and yours. You mindlessly toyed with it as you spoke.

Karlachs eyes widened.

“You want to kill me!?” She gasped incredulously. “I knew it was only a matter of time… I wouldnt mind if it was you though, make it quick” She stuck her bottom lip out and wiped a fake tear from her eye, while the other hand held yours to her chest.

You snatched your hand from where she held it and lightly bopped her on the forehead, looking only mildly amused.

“As if.” You scoffed lightheartedly.

Karlach grinned. “Of course, so what about my parents?” There was a faraway look in her eyes. Shes told you that she loves talking about her parents, but being a little sentimental about it was unavoidable.

“The uh… the language you had together, what other words did you guys have?”

“You want to know about the gibberish we spoke?” Karlach smiled, unsure.

“Yeah, it was a big part of your childhood, I want to make more good memories with those words… maybe with a family of our own.” You sunk your face into the firm muscle of her shoulder, partly because it was comfy, but partly to avoid looking at her, in case she didnt agree.

“I cant believe you just brought up the idea of a family before I could. How dare you.” The pitch of her voice raised towards the end. She narrowed her eyes at you.

“Oops” You giggle, face still smooshed against her skin.

“Hmph.” She scoffed. “Give me a moment to remember, im sure I can dig up some of them.” Karlach gazed at the ceiling, mind drifting back to her childhood.

“Lets see… chess… chess meant a kiss… Yeah, I think I remember being grossed out because I saw my parents giving each other ‘chesses’.” Karlach chuckles softly at the memory.

“Chesses? Thats… oddly fitting for a kiss.” You smiled. “What else?”

“Sheesh just give me a moment” Karlach pouts. “Cant let a woman think for shit in here” She huffs.

“So dramatic. Just take your time.” You rolled your eyes.

Karlach scoffs, but otherwise stays silent for a moment, collecting little anecdotes from her childhood.

“Hmm… Blankets were called ‘warmers’ I think”

“Simple and straightforward, I like it.” You grin

“Right?” Karlach laughs, a beautiful sound. You cant help but snuggle up impossibly closer into her. And she holds you just a little bit tighter.

“Then…” Karlach trails off slowly, hand unconsciously starting to pet your head. “Hm. Sorry soldier, cant remember any more right now.” Karlach sheepishly smiled.

“Thats okay, we can try again tomorrow. I think let's just sleep, i'm tuckered out”

“Sounds great.” She presses a kiss to your forehead.

~~~~~

The conversation is mostly forgotten by her, whose been busy with choosing only the best produce for you both at the market. She left before you woke up, hoping to surprise you, but it seems she got too caught up with haggling with the shop ladies, so that plan was out the window.

As soon as she enters your shared cabin, youre immediately clung onto her.

“Chess.” You peel yourself away from the hug momentarily to face her with a kissy face at her while pointing at your face.

Her brows furrows before they relax and melt into an expression of surprise and awe. She leans down to give you a small peck then envelops you in a large bear hug.

“Gods, have no clue how happy that made me” She grins widely.

“Yeah? Prepare to be happy a lot more then.” You preen at the feeling of being able to make her feel like this.

“Thats going to be difficult considering im already always happy when im with you.” Karlach looks at you adoringly. To an almost painful degree.

The emotions rushing into you felt a little overbearing. Your eyes narrow and your muscles stiffen. “Im getting cuteness aggression.”

“Im honored.” She smirks.

“Stop or else I will actually fall to the floor.”

“I cant, youre too amazing. But don't worry if you fall, ill make sure to nurse you better myself.” Her voice was teasing, but held affection all the same.

“Just stop talking to me.” You bat at her shoulder stiffly as your face sits in a lighthearted scowl.

“Alright, ill lay off from the sweet talk for a little bit. Just for now.” She relents.

“Somehow that makes it even worse. Im going to feed the pets. Bye.” You move robotically, movements restrained from the rush of the pure emotions.

Karlach chuckles to herself, used to your mannerisms. Youll be back, and in the meanwhile, she supposes she’ll be cooking breakfast for the both of you.

“Alright love, taters!” She waves. She takes the produce from the bags and prepares them to be cooked.

Not long after, she hears a loud crash swiftly followed by your voice.

“Im fine!” You hurriedly shout. God forbid she saw the mess you made from recoiling when she called you.

Karlach shakes her head as she continues washing the vegetables. You were one hell of a person, and she couldnt see herself with anyone else.

A/n#2: AGHHH I FINISHED ITTT. Listen I had an idea but I dont know how to actually write it. I guess its still cute but it has strayed from what i have envisioned. Started with the original prompt then turned into a sort of domestic bliss/banter thing? I dont know. Anyway, this became a shameless self insert but its okay because its my fic. also dont ask about the made up words im uncreative.

Sorry for the ADHD rant this is how I am when im supposed to be sleeping, till next time guys <33

#karlach kiss me challenge #karlach x reader #karlach x tav #karlach x you

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legacyshenanigans · 1 year

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okay but like, Ominis seeing the marks on Mcs neck!!! IM HOOKED

Well he won't see them exactly, bless his heart😅 but I was definitely thinking about doing an angsty little piece with my recent posts regarding the marks 👀💔 So here it is

Brotherly Hate 🐍

Ominis isn't fuckin happy, Angsty, probably going to be a stand alone piece to whatever stories I've got going on, because I kinda maybe wanna carry it on in a different approach, I really don't know, but for anyone who wanted to see Omi kick some ass, here you go.

Ominis and MC were sat together chatting one morning in Hogsmeade, he gave her a smile and reached out touching her neck, MC hissed as he touched where Marvolo had bit her the night before when they hooked up, Ominis narrowed his eye's.

Ominis: Have you hurt your neck?

MC: No, I'm fine..

He didn't believe her, something about the way she said that sounded insincere to him, he reached out taking hold of her neckerchief, quickly moving it out of the way and felt her neck, MC panicked but froze in place "Shit" she thought to herself. Ominis gently felt the teeth marks on her, his face went from concern to slight anger..He pulled his hand away slowly, shifting in his seat.

Ominis: Who did that? ..

MC: Ominis..

He couldn't help jealousy from rearing his ugly head. He furrowed his brows, gripping her arm.

Ominis: Who else have you been fooling around with? Don't take me for a fucking fool MC, someone had their mouth on you, and it wasn't me. So who?

MC was frozen, she didn't know what to say.

Ominis: Sebastian?

MC: ..No

Ominis: Garreth?

MC: *tears forming in her eye's* No..

Ominis: *darkened voice* Then who? ..Tell..Me..

MC: I..I can't.

Ominis narrowed his eyes at her again, he was literally shaking with anger.

Ominis: When did it happen?

MC: Last night.

Ominis: ..When me, you and Sebastian stayed at my parents home?

MC: Y-Yes.

Ominis: ...And you're saying it wasn't Sebastian?

MC didn't say anything, she just stared at his cold face, she saw the moment the glass shattered for Ominis..

Ominis: *whispers lowly and deep* ..Marvolo?

MC: ....

Ominis: *tightening his grip on her arm* Tell me...Was it Marvolo.

MC: Ominis..Please-

Ominis: Did you let my brother fuck you?

MC: I...*sighs as a tear rolls down her cheek* Yes..

Ominis stood, suddenly strangly calm, but that was a worrying thing. He said nothing more to MC as he left the café they sat in, disapparating before MC could run out and reach him, she knew exactly where he'd gone..

Ominis appeared in the front yard of his family home, his fists clenched as he slowly approached the doors and stepped inside, he listened out for noise, hearing something from the kitchen, and made his way in there, he knew it would be Marvolo. He stepped in and simply stood there for a moment, Marvolo looked over his shoulder at him before going back to brewing some kind of potion.

Marvolo: Pfft. What's wrong with you? Walking in here with a face like thunder..

Ominis: Did you fuck her?

Marvolo instantly stopped what he was doing, turning to face Ominis, as he leaned back on the kitchen counter, folding his arms and narrowing his eyes at his younger brother with a smirk on his face.

Marvolo: Did I fuck who?

Ominis: ....MC.

Marvolo: P-ha...No.

Ominis: *steps closer to him, a look of utter hatred on his face as he grit his teeth* MC says otherwise..

Marvolo: *smirks wider* Why ask questions you already know the answers to? That's incredibly annoying Ominis..

Ominis: *now right in front of Marvolo* I want to hear YOU say it..Did you fuck her?

Marvolo had a twisted grin on his face as he simply whispered the word "Yes". Ominis instantly saw red, letting out a scream and lashing out at Marvolo, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him down into the floor, then diving on top of him, his mind focused on nothing else other than hurting his brother, he lashed and he punch, hitting Marvolo straight in the face breaking his nose, Marvolo growled, pushing Ominis backwards then kicking him in the stomach, for the moment that Ominis was winded, as he too growled and hissed through his anger and pain, Marvolo stood running for his wand in the kitchen, Ominis was a step ahead of him though, and knew that's what he was doing, Marvolo lifted his wand towards Ominis a furious look on his face.

Ominis: *still kneeling down on the floor holding his stomach, but aims towards Marvolo* Expelliarmus!!!

Marvolos wand flew out of his hand, as Ominis finally stood, aiming his at Marvolo, his nose crinkled and his brows furrowed heavily,baring his teeth.

Marvolo: *panting as he licks the blood from his nose which dripped down to his top lip* What's the matter little brother?

Ominis: Shut up..

Marvolo: *breathless chuckle* Sharing is caring.

Ominis: *yells* SHUT UP!

Marvolo: *wicked smile* I fucked her...And I fucked her good.

Ominis's mind broke in that very moment, his hand was shaking as he aimed.

Ominis: *shouts aggressively* CRUCIO!!!!!!

The red bolt flew across the room, hitting Marvolo in the chest, his body flying back before he dropped to the floor in agony, seizuring and letting out pained grunts. Ominis stood there, panting heavily, listening to his brother.

Ominis: You fucking bastard! I HATE you!!!

Ominis composed himself slightly, realising what he'd done, but he was still to angry to care, he hadn't used crucio in years, it still didn't feel good to use, even against his prick of a brother, but desperate times call for desperate measures..He approached Marvolo once the spell had worn slightly, Marvolo lay there, breathing erratically, looking at Ominis, still with a look of anger on his face though he was in a great deal of pain, Ominis leaned over him, speaking in a harsh manner.

Ominis: If you EVER..Touch her again...I will kill you Marvolo..I will..Really..I mean it..

With that Ominis stormed out of his family home, taking in a long inhale before shakily exhaling into the cold air outside.

He really did mean it...He would kill him

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy headcanons #hogwarts legacy drabbles #headcanon #drabbles #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt headcanon #the gaunt family

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