#meri writes things

[his-littlefox]

guyssss it’s aaron bday soon!! 😇💖 any plans??

#i did so many things for jacks’s bday last year!! #i made red velvet cake and apple pie and had a cute celebration in my room!! 🤭💕 #i got so tired i ended up falling asleep on the couch while making the pie #and my mom was like ?? why do i have to do all the work?? 😂💕 #i made her write happy birthday jacks on the cake too bc shes so good at stuff!!! and i suck 😭💕 #i wanna share the pics sm if you guys wanna see it!! 🥹💓 #BUT WHAT ARE WE DOING AARON?? 🙈💖 #daphnie rambles ♡ #daphnie in love 𓆩♡𓆪 #daphnie x jacks 💘 #daphnie x aaron 🍒 #the prince of my heart ˖◛⁺⑅♡ #meri jaan ♡ #aaron warner #shatter me #booktok #ouabh #jacks prince of hearts #evajacks #jacks of the hollow #ouabh jacks #juliette ferrars #evangeline fox

[thevikingwoman]

I had some post 3.4 thoughts and wanted to put them out there

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV | Words: 691 | Read on Ao3

Meryta Khatin & Urianger Augurelt | post 3.4 Rating: G. Friendship, worrying for friends, dealing with everything

Wrong

Meryta sits on a box in the Rising Stones, her hands and her tail curled around her legs. It’s late, but she’s not quite ready to turn in. The last few days have been a whirlwind, too many things happening, too many questions and too few answers. She doesn’t want to be alone, but she’s not sure what to talk about either or with whom, so she’s stuck sitting with her thoughts in silence.

Urianger sits at the table next to the boxes, deep in his own thoughts. He said he’d return to the Waking Sands, but perhaps he’s not ready to be alone either. Her eyes wanders across the room. Most people have left, getting ready for their travels tomorrow. Papalymo is talking with – or at – Yda, though they both seem to be leaving. Meryta bites her lips.

“Meryta,” Urianger says, interrupting her thoughts, “prithee, art thou bothered?”

“I’m worried about Yda.”

Her happiness at seeing her friend again has faded, her gut telling her something is wrong. Yda almost sounded like her usual upbeat self, but only almost. She didn’t know the resistance meant that much to her, and she wonders what it means.

“Mayhaps thou should take thy inquiry to Yda herself.”

She shakes her head.

“I tried, but she didn’t say much.” Something changed in Yda, or maybe she herself changed and can no longer tell. Perhaps it’s just her own worries running ahead of her – after not knowing for so long that Yda – and Papalymo — was alive. Everyone has changed, she supposes.

“We can but wait and see what the fates bring us thenceforth.”

“Even if you did know, would you tell?”

Urianger tenses, his mouth drawn briefly, and then it’s gone.

“Sorry, that was unjust of me. I’m just very worried about my friend. I spend a long time worried about where she was and if she even was alive and now – now I worry more.”

“I see.” Urianger pauses, and looks down, fiddling with his ringbands. “Worrying about friends speaketh well of thy.”

Despite Alphinaud’s and everyone’s optimism at the meeting prior, she feels unsettled and she regrets her words. Thancred is nowhere to be found, even after his supportive words. Something has changed in him too. She can’t help him, not now but perhaps –

“Urianger. I spoke too rashly and – are you okay?”

“Your words were not without their reason. ‘Tis I who should inquire you the same, Meryta.”

She shrugs, then shakes her head. She doesn’t blame him for what he did. It seems to her he sees paths and possibilities others might not. She’d have asked someone if she’d had such a conundrum, but she’d have asked him. Or Alphinaud, perhaps, but she’s not sure he would have picked something sensible to do.

“It’s not the first time I’ve been sent to fight something, or someone.” She knows it’s not exactly what bothers him, or the scope of his unsanctioned bargain, but it’s part of it, and it’s the part she alone can forgive.

Urianger looks up, his gaze hidden behind those goggles of his.

“We oft have besieged thee to take arms against Primals and all manner of threat, but ne’er under deceptions shadow.”

“It would not have worked another way.” She curls her legs up under her. “Your expertise is welcome, Urianger. Don’t hide away completely in the Waking Sands, my friend.”

She doesn’t quite know if they’re friends, but it feels right to say it. They’re not not friends, and too many people, friends and almost friends, have died already. Urianger looked ready to bolt and never look back, and she knows that’s all wrong.

“I thank thee. My work taketh me thither, but I will not hide.”

She smiles, and she wishes she could see his eyes – she does not understand why he hides them beneath those goggles, his face inscrutable. Perhaps that’s the point. She’ll not soon forget those golden eyes of his, and some part of her wants to see them again, close and not across the battlefield.

“I will come visit, then.” She reaches out and pats his arm gently.

“That would please me.”

#ffxiv #ffxiv fanfic #wol & urianger friendship #I needed to process both the whole deception #and how meryta feels about Yda #trying to write urianger but I’m just going to go for it #i tried #just so many things going on for mery here #writing about meryta #Viking writes #published 6/8/2023 #I guess this could be pre relationship if you squint #let see if that goes anywhere #Uri being dramatic awoke something in me I guess BYE

[lady-merian]

Tag People You'd Like to Know Better

Ooh, thanks @musewrangler!!

Three Ships--- cheeky answer: the RLS Legacy, the Dawn Treader, and Vingilot. Answer clearly intended by the question: Faramir/Eowyn, Cor/Aravis, and Bran/Mérian

First Ship---The Dawn Treader It’s a toss up between Pongo and Perdita in 101 Dalmatians, and Robin Hood and Maid Marian in any variation. What can I say? I started young. Robin and Marian have continued to be favorites however.

Last Song---I think it was Into the West from the RotK soundtrack (reminding me again that I actually prefer Peter Hollens’ versions especially the linked one with Taylor Davis)

Last Movie---Treasure Planet. I was well overdue for a rewatch. That story still holds up at every turn.

Currently Reading--- Lamplighter, by D. M. Cornish, Monk’s Hood by Ellis Peters, The Writer’s Guide to Writing Horses by Mackenzie Kincaid (checking for inaccuracies in parts I’ve written for Caliam’s Fury, which hopefully isn’t a lost cause, plus hoping for specific answers to one or two questions) and (last but not least) The Horse and his Boy by C. S. Lewis.

Currently Watching----y’all are going to get tired of my Merlin answer, but I still intend to get back into it I just haven’t made time lately. Certain people are tempting me to get into Once Upon a Time, but I really think I ought to finish Merlin first.

Last thing I wrote----I don’t really have much in the way of completed works (and by much I mean any at all unless my prompts count) so the last thing I’ve worked on is The Tiffany Problem. I’m so close to tying that all up though!

Currently Writing---uhh, see above, but my main WIP is called Erandir’s Reckoning (working title at least. Prologue is here for anyone interested) and its sequel which wasn’t a sequel at first (or else I wouldn’t have started it) is called Caliam’s Fury. No part of that one is posted because a few chapters into writing it I saw in one breathtaking instant how it connected so now it has Spoilers™

No pressure tagging: @stories-dearheart, @cultivating-wildflowers @urban-hart,—can substitute art for writing if you like ;) @lover-of-the-starkindler, and @isfjmel-phleg—with the understanding that for you that the ships should be friendships with dynamics you love if that works for you :D (actually that can go for anyone who wants to)

#Meri lore #Tag games #musewrangler #this was fun I haven’t done one in a while and I think the last thing I wrote/currently writing question is new

[disorganizedkitten]

Chapters: 6/8 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Cole Calimeris, Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Bridgette Calimeris-Cheng, Cole Calimeris & Bridgette Calimeris-Cheng Characters: Bridgette (Miraculous Ladybug), Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Background circus OCs, Cole Calimeris (OC), Bridgette Calimeris-Cheng Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Circus, Alternate Universe - Future, Guardian Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Non-binary character, Found Family, Unconvential Family Dynamics, Near Death Experiences, But they're minor and only because I wanted a bit of drama, Fluff and Angst, Mentioned Murder, Minor Character Death, Bri's an orphan guys. that's the death tags, non-romantic coparenting Summary:

Family: 1) the basic unit in society traditionally consisting of two parents rearing their children

2) a group of individuals living under one roof and usually under one head

3) a group of people united by certain convictions or a common affiliation

4) a people or group of peoples regarded as deriving from a common stock

(5) the people who you value above all else)

The Story of how Three Circus Runaways became One Circus Family

#Hey so was anyone going to tell me their name is cal-i-meris #or was I just supposed to keep calling them calmiris #this is an important thing #wth #anyway #ml ff #Circus au! #Cole Calmiris #Cole Calimeris #marinette dupain cheng #Bridgette Calimeris-Cheng #Jaymeow writes #Old writing

[acanvasofabillionsuns]

little hrose camp fic snippet

“Of course you have blue hair and pronouns,” The Gap scoffed.

“What??” Antone replied, baffled. “What does that mean? You have pronouns too?? Most people do, in fact. And what does my hair have to do with anything?” 

They ran their fingers through their pomp, but didn’t feel anything wrong with it. It was a little crunchy — he would have to speak with Navy about getting some other product for it; his hair should be soft and luxurious! — but not anything that should truly be noticeable, much less outright objectionable.

Ainsley snorted. “Okay, liberal.”

“What’s a liberal??” Antone demanded, confusion swiftly tumbling into anger, especially when The Gap started chortling.

“You got ‘em, Ainsley!”

Both of them refused to explain any further.

#went in my docs and refound this aslkdfjas;ldfkaj <3 #it's too short and contextless for me to want to put it on ao3 but it is its own little thing so !! tadaaaa #legendlark #hrose camp #my writing #meri monologues #fic snippets

[aletheialed]

GODDDDDD

I want to write Iris (and barok) SO bad. i am CRAVING interactions between them this morning to an insane amount. but I still gotta finish tgaa so I can't write them yet.............. the suffering is unreal :')))

#ooc #i'm being dramatic here akfjddskhj but i really do want to! #i feel like i've got a handle on their personalities for writing them #which makes me want to even more #but at the same time despite being spoiled i'm still lacking context for like. a lot i'd need to know if i want to write them post-canon. #( which i do... ) #and I might be missing things I don't even realize due to not having seen it yet as well #but like. my brain is still going ''but what if you wrote them now anyway :D'' #I NEED TO FINISH THE GAMES JUST PLAY THEM MERI!! JUST DO IT #afjhdskgjdfhkgj #( it's not hard to get through because i don't enjoy them; i actually really have fun while i'm playing them #but my concentration levels are shit and i can only ever manage a bit at a time. rip. )

[nagalias-mindscape]

“Oh, Julian! Look at this!”

“… I don’t know what I’m seeing, and I’m too afraid to ask for clarification…”

“Rude! I found it under the sofa in the living room! Can we keep it?”

“I think it might belong to a former student. Better to turn it into lost-and-found.”

“Aww… But look at its cute little face!”

“Meridiana. Do you know what it is?”

“… no.”

“Do you know what it eats?”

“One sec!”

“Wait- don’t stick your fingers-” “It’s an herbivore, so I’m guessing plants?”

“… Do you always stick your fingers into unknown animals' mouths?”

“Only the very calm ones that don’t try to bite.”

“And how did you know it wasn’t going to bite?”

“… It let me pick it up?”

“Ah, yes. The universal quantifier of if something is or isn’t going to bite you- did it let me pick it up or not.”

“Uh-huh!”

“Meridiana. No. You cannot keep what may reasonably be someone else’s pet.”

“But-” “I said no. If you want a pet, we can ask the Foundation. But it’ll probably have to be something that is acceptable for most non-anomalous people… like a cat or dog.”

“Can I get a snake?”

“… We can ask, but it may have to be after our education, and we’ve gone our own way… Snakes and cold don’t really mix well and I wouldn’t want to hurt them.”

“Oh, that’s a good point…”

#text #scp foundation #scp fanfiction #this is just dialogue from a very distant idea I had #Meri and Iceberg are a delight to write interacting #I promise I’m writing. Work has been kicking my butt as well as other IRL things

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Epilogue

Finnick x Y/N

Series Masterlist Link

Prequel is coming in a few months! I haven’t made a Taglist yet and probably won’t start one till I’m closer to publishing. I’ll make a post tagging this series’ Taglist when I’m starting the next one.

Content Warnings - Mentions of fertility issues/miscarriage; death; the end of this series (don’t worry it’s a good ending imo)

Dear Brielle,

A lot has happened in seventeen years. I’ve now lived half of my life without you, mom, and dad. I’ve been thinking about you a lot so my husband Finnick (yes that Finnick lol) said I should write you a letter of all the things I wanted to tell you but never could.

A little over ten years ago we killed President Snow. The districts rebelled and won. The war was brutal and there were times I nearly died, but Finnick pulled me through.

We got married a year later. We never really did the whole dating thing, our friendship just evolved into a beautiful romance overnight. He was there for me after you left and he has been here ever since.

The years since the war have not been easy. I’ve had bouts of seizures that leave me bedridden and ill for days. The doctors said my condition should be worse so I should be grateful. Countless medications and treatments have made slight improvements to my health but the pain will always be there.

Two years after our wedding we almost hit our breaking point. Finnick and I had been trying to start a family for over a year but nothing was working. It was the most frustrating experience of my life post-war and I do not wish those struggles on anyone.

Three years after our wedding, Mags passed of old age. Although we were sad, we were all glad she got to live out her last few years in a free Panem. Johanna decided to move in with Annie afterwards so she wouldn’t be alone. We are still neighbors to this day.

Four years after our wedding, I got pregnant, only to lose the baby a few months in due to a bad seizure. This was Finnick and I’s lowest point to date.

It’s now been a bit over 9 years since I married the love of my life and the father of my child. We were finally blessed with a baby boy, Neptune, 4 years ago today. He is everything I could have asked for in a child; rambunctious, kind, and adventurous. He looks just like his father but acts like his mother.

Two years ago, Neptune’s best friend arrived in District 4. Annie and Johanna adopted a little girl, Jodie, from District 7. Neptune and her do EVERYTHING together. Finnick keeps joking that we should build a tunnel between our two houses so the kids can hang out all the time.

All in all, it’s been a very painful 34 years of existence. Part of me is glad you didn’t have to witness what happened. The other part of me still hopes you’re out there, even though I know you aren’t. I hope that wherever you are, you’re at peace.

Love, your dear sister,

Y/N

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[soberrsoon]

HEY POOKIE BEAR i love ur writing sm ur acc one of my fav accounts 😋😋

anyways i was wondering if you wld write smth where the reader is the guitarist of a well known band (like tom knows who she is) and is kinda like a female ver of tom, like she has the same kind of personality and she’s known for being flirty and a bit of a player and tom has like a fat crush on her bc he thinks that’s so hot 😋 and then he meets her at some point and he’s kinda shocked by how confident she is like she’s not stuttering and shi like other girls he talks to 🤭 anyways then she plays hard to get for a while but it ends in them being together??

T. KAULITZ x READER

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you never gave your heart to anyways, not until you met a cocky guitarist

★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: mentions of alcohol, swearing, cigarettes

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omgee pookie thx xoxo 😘 anywayssss i had like 1 brain cell writing this and it’s been sitting in my drafts for weeks so yay i’m finally posting this.

you loved the thrill of concerts and being on tour, new man in bed every night, lots of alcohol and dozens of phone numbers being passed around. you could never be contained and you were proud of that fact. being invited to parties was easy since you were in a band, even clubs would let you in with no ID. some would disapprove of your lifestyle but you didn’t care cuz fuck them right? you didn’t care for much, not boys, school, or a anything. you only cared for guitar, it was your passion, your dream. you loved being in a band too but would slack rehearsals sometimes, not without being scolded by lilli though.

“late again,” she said. “hungover, don’t talk,” you said walking past her. you went to a party yesterday and went a little too crazy on the drinks. “there are consequences to your actions ______, stop drinking so much,” said malik, the drummer. “whatever, mom,” you said picking up your guitar. you hated to admit it but you did have a drinking problem, you just couldn’t stop after one you know? you went to go stand by the bassist mery, she was your best friend and the only one that understood you. “anyways, let’s get started,” said lilli. you guys started rehearsal and it went pretty well. you guys all gathered at the end since lilli had some announcements. “we’re finally starting our europe tour!” she enthusiastically announced. “woohoo,” you said sarcastically. she rolled her eyes and turned to the others for questions. “where are we going in europe?” asked mery.

“i only remember the manager saying something about germany,” she said. “when are we starting?” you asked. “next month! we have little time to prepare so i expect you all to show up to rehearsals,” she said looking right at you. “anyways, i hear we’re popular in germany so you guys better put on a show!” said lilli. ignoring her comment, you walked outside and lit a cigarette waiting for the others to finish packing up.

you lit a cigarette outside of the studio as you waited for the others to finish packing up. “ready to go?” asked malik. “yup. wanna go somewhere tonight?” you asked as you caught up with the others. “not sure, the club?” suggested mery as you guys buckled up in the van. “shots on me then,” said lilli. clubbing was your favorite thing to do, second to touring. this was how you met your hookups and one night stands. you loved with the others to minimize housing expenses, it sounded fun at first but now you barely tolerate it.

the fun part of it though is that you can always borrow clothes from lilli or mery. lilli had the cutest, sluttiest clothes ever. you tried on some of her clothes when you got home to plan your outfit. “hey,” lilli said as she walked in. “what’s up?” you asked. “nothing much, just a little tired,” she said, plopping on the bed. “hope i meet someone tonight,” she said. “me too,” you added. you liked the thought of boys but not the thought of dating them, you could never settle into a relationship so one night stands were your best friend.

you decided on a tank top with a mini skirt and you went to go get changed. soon enough it you all finished getting ready and left for the club. you went on like you usually would at a club; party hard, fuck boys, and drink lots. after the night of fun you sat down on the couch and looked up at the tv. it showed an interview of another band that you’ve never heard of. they looked like a bunch of loser teens in your mind but one caught your eye, the one with black hair. he wasn’t exactly your type but you loved his style.

you eventually forgot about that night one might later and you guys were on your way to germany to start the tour. you were excited to meet the fans and the boys. your first stop was the hotel to drop stuff off and get settled in before leaving to tour the venue and get used to the surroundings. you fell on the hotel bed and let out a sigh of relief. “i needed this,” you said to mery whom you shared a room with. “i heard there’s a hot all boy band that going to be at the venue,” she said. “said who?” you asked sitting up, amused by the keyword “hot.”

“i watch the news,” mery replied. “lame,” you said sitting back down. “apparently they’re very hot here, i hope we see them,” she said. “if they’re got then i hope we see them too,” you said yawning before lilli walked into the room. “we have to go soon,” she said. “shit i like garbage right now,” you said before getting up to get changed into something a little more appealing. you slipped into jeans and put on a sequined tanktop before grabbing your heels. “ready,” you said. you guys all got on the bus to the venue and you were anticipating meeting this band mery spoke of. when you got there, many other artists were there already, all waiting for a tour.

mery tapped your shoulder and pointed to a group of boys that looked oddly familiar. “that’s the hot band!” she exclaimed. you turned around and you immediately recognized them, it was the band from that tv interview at the club. “hey i know them, i saw them on tv,” you said to mery. “aren’t they so handsome?” she asked. “a little i guess, they look a bit young though,” you mentioned. “actually we’re about the same age as them,” mery said. “nerd,” you said before petting her head, messing up her hair.

you walked off to go stand in line for the tour with the other artists but you didn’t notice a certain someone noticing you. the line took hours since so many other artists were there but eventually the tour concluded. you realized your band and the other band that mery was talking about were the only bands there that would be performing. you ran back to the van hoping to get back to the hotel room quickly since you were tired, with the others following behind but someone interrupted you.

he walked up to you and introduced himself. “hey, i’m tom,” he said. you were tired and not in the mood to talk to anyone but you tried to be polite since you didn’t want the tabloids to start drama. “nice to meet you, tom,” you said looking at the boy who was surprisingly attractive. “i’m a big fan of your band,” he said. you could tell he wanted to fuck by his expression, i mean what else could he want? “oh really? i’ve heard about you a little too,” you said. he was practically creaming his pants when you said that, you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “do you want to hang out on the tour bus?” he asked.

“thanks but no thanks, my bands a little busy. see you though i guess,” and with that you left. he looked confused at your rejection, like he couldn’t understand how a girl could reject a boy like him. you walked back to the van and mery was practically dying yo ask you questions. “did he just talk to you??” she asked. “yeah what about it?” you replied. “well i guess nothing but you’re not even gonna ask for his number or something? i thought you liked picking up boys especially since he’s exactly your type,” she said. “i’m just really tired right now,” you said yawning.

“oh,” said mery. the car ride back to the hotel room was silent and you almost fell asleep a little on the car. the next day you got ready to explore the city a little before heading to the venue to get ready to perform. you did sound checks and got changed into your stage outfit before meeting the others back stage. you messed around with your guitar a little before you heard backstage staff talking into their wally talkies. “alright tokio hotel is next, get them ready,” they said. malik signaled you guys to start walking on stage and as you did you saw thousands of fans and the venue was completely filled out.

you were so happy and your adrenaline started pumping as the first song started. you got really into it as you strummed your guitar and sang along, getting wild as you usually do. you walked downstairs into the crowd and did crowd surfs, blowing kisses at the audience and doing the “call me” hand signal as well. by the end of the concert your shirt was off and your hair was an mess with your makeup slightly smudged. you said said goodbye to the crowd, giving one last flirtatious smile before walking backstage.

you saw that tokio hotel was already standing there waiting for their set to start. “you’re welcome for the free concert,” you said winking at them as you guys walked by. “leave them alone,” lilli said, laughing and rolling her eyes. you had a little energy left so you walked into the crowd hoping to get a hookup. you saw a guy around your age and walked up to him. “hey, what’s your name?” you asked. “joel,” he smirked. one thing led to another and you ended up making out with him in his truck, although it was dangerous you still enjoyed it. your cell rang and it was mery calling you back to meet with the others.

you left without saying anything to him but not before grabbing a few drinks. you saw mery and ran up to her, she was in the crowd. you offered her a drink which she happily accepted and by the end of tokio hotels set you were both drunk. you were half awake now and wanted to go back to the room. “lilli can we get back to the hotel? i’m tired,” you whined. “yeah sure let me go get malik he’s by the bathroom we’ll meet you by the van,” she said. you and mery walked back to the van and it started getting quiet the farther you got away from stage. you waited by the van for lilli and malik until a familiar face appeared, it was tokio hotel.

“hey, good job tonight guys,” one of the members said. it was the one with black hair, the one that caught your eye first. “oh thanks you guys did good too,” you said. “you were off with some dude half of it,” mery said laughing. you told her to shush as you laughed, their faces were priceless. tom, the one that tried to flirt with you looked jealous? you brushed it off once you saw lilli and malik. “oh we gotta go now,” you said. “wait, do you guys want to go somewhere?” tom asked. gosh this boy was restless you though. “go where?” asked lilli. “you guys can come to our room,” said the black haired one.

you all looked at each other, “why not?” malik said. “alright then uhm let me call our manager and tell her we’ll be gone then,” said lilli. so you guys all got into tokio hotels van and headed for their room. you got sat next to tom whom was still trying to flirt and you decided to entertain him a little. “your guitar playing is amazing,” he said. “you’re not too bad yourself,” you replied. you guys went back and forth like that before you reached their hotel. you immediately went out on the balcony for a cigarette and tom followed.

“i’m surprised, usually girls stutter or get flustered when talking to me,” he said. you were confused as to why he brought that up but at the same time too drunk to care. “well i guess i’m not one of your fangirls,” you replied. it was silent for a bit before you said something. “you said you’ve seen my band around before right?” you asked. “yeah i really am a fan. i always thought you were hot, i was really excited to meet you,” he said. “well am i what you thought i’d be?” you asked. “not at all,” he replied. “you’re funny,” you said, winking at him. you headed inside first and introduced yourself to the others.

after introductions, you found out that the black haired one was bill, the singer, the drummer was gustav, and bassist was georg. you sat down next to mery and the room was silent until georg said something. “so you and tom huh?” he asked. “what about him?” you replied. “do you two like each other?” he asked. “i don’t ‘like’ boys, i fuck them,” you said. “she’s like the female version of tom,” bill said laughing. “what does that mean?” asked lilli. “tom’s just like her, flirty and sort of a player,” said gustav. “that makes sense, you finally found your match,” said malik.

the others laughed before tom walked in. “what’s so funny?” he asked. “nothing, we were just talking about how you and ______ were so similar,” said bill. he looked at you and smirked before taking a seat next to you. “want to take some shots?” asked bill reaching for a bottle of vodka. “sure but how’d you sneak alcohol in the hotel?” you asked. “don’t worry about it,” he said.

you guys took the shots and soon enough you were all drunk. but since you and mery had already gotten drinks the two of you blacked out. you don’t remember much except for someone carrying you to the bed and the lights turning off.

you woke up the next day, not knowing where you were. you saw lilli and malik on the floor and mery sleeping next to gustav. tom was laying next to you with bill next to him while georg slept on the sofa. the bed was crammed so you got off to wake the others up. you walked over to lilli first. “lilli help me wake the others,” you said. “what time is it?” she asked. “it’s like eleven AM,” you said. “oh shit, we were supposed to meet our manager at nine,” she said.

she started panicking which led you to panic so you two were just freaking out which woke the others. “what’s wrong?” asked mery, waking up. “we were supposed to meet our manager at nine, it’s eleven,” she said shaking malik. you were fighting a massive hangover and lillie’s panic wasn’t helping. soon enough tokio hotel woke up and you guys were already at the door. “leaving already?” asked tom. “we’re late to meeting our manager,” you said. “shit,” said georg. “uh see you guys around i guess?” said mery as you guys ran out the door.

lilli had ten miss calls from the manager and dozens of angry texts. you guys got into a lot of trouble, which you took the blame for. you guys went back to the hotel room and you flung yourself on the bed. “ugh fuck this,” you said. “what’s wrong?” asked mery. “this hangover, i feel like i’m dying,” you replied. “i bet calling your boyfriend tom will make you feel better,” she said teasing you. the others started laughing while you just rolled your eyes. “seriously though you guys are perfect for each other,” added lilli. “whatever,” you said.

“speaking of them i happened to get gustavs number last night, maybe we should meet with them tonight~~,” said mery. “well i am bored, maybe the club?” malik suggested. “you read my mind, call him mery,” said lilli. you sat by the side pretending not to be interested because deep down you knew you were starting to find tom attractive and you knew where this would go. he would break your heart or you would breaks his and he would leave, just like the others.

mery called the gustav anyways and it was settled, your band and tom’s band were going out tonight. your manager basically grounded you guys so obviously you couldn’t go out… which wasn’t going to stop you. i mean you guys never listen to your manager hence last night. you felt and looked like garbage so you quickly hoped in the shower before going shopping in town. you went by yourself since the others were too busy doing their own thing, but you didn’t mind since you liked your own company.

hours later you got a call from mery asking you to go back since everyone was getting ready. you meet them back in the room and get ready as well, putting on one the dresses you bought while in town. “did you buy that dress just for tom?” asked lilli in a teasing tone. “no i bought it for you dad,” you replied sticking your tongue at at her. malik and mery laughed as you put your heels on. thirty minutes later you guys all left and met with tokio hotel and there tom was, looking nonchalant but in a hot way as usual. you look away from him to scout out the boys in the club that could help take your mind off things.

you spotted a very cute boy with curly brown hair dancing by himself. you walked up to him, completely separating from the others. “hey i’m ______, what’s your name?” you asked him. “it’s skylar,” he said. “let’s dance,” you said as you started grinding against him. he was into and you even got your mind off tom before you walked over to the bathroom. you guys are out a few moments later, your hair messy and his shirt half buttoned. you blew him a kiss as you walked over to the others who were now sitting on a sofa.

“wow we’ve only just gotten here and you’ve already hooked up with a dude ______ that’s a new record,” said malik. “who keeps track anymore?” you asked him. you took a seat next to mery and tom, right in the middle. tom was visibly staring at you and you were confused until you realized you were wearing a very booby top. “perv,” you whispered over to him. he quickly looked away which made you laugh a little. mery left and decided to go on the dance floor with gustav and bill following while lilli and malik went to the bar to gets drinks leaving you and tom.

“so why don’t you date?” he asked. “same reason as you probably, i don’t believe in love after one night,” you said. “wow, we really are similar,” he said. “you think?” you said. “why don’t we date then?” he asked. “because i’ll break your heart,” you replied. “maybe i’ll break yours,” he said. “nobody breaks my heart,” you replied, chuckling. he gave you a dry laugh and looked away before malik and lilli came back with drinks. you and tom both got super intoxicated that night and one thing left to another and you two ended in a hotel room together. the two of you laid on the bed as you lit a cigarette. “do you hate me?” he asked. “what do you mean?” you were confused. “i mean, you’re not head over heels for me, you don’t stutter or fumble your words at all when we speak and you don’t want to date me, i don’t understand why you would act like that unless you hate me,” he explained. “i don’t hate you, in fact i think i’m in love with you,” you drunkenly admitted.

“you do?” he asked, shocked. “i think. i mean you’re exactly my type and we’re basically the same person so i guess i do,” you said. you were slightly conscious of what you had just confessed to tom and you had no regrets, holding it in was killing you slowly. tom reached for you cigarette and you guys shared it until you put it out. you fell asleep and the next morning you woke up in tom’s arms. he was completely wrapped around you and you had no memory of the night before.

“morning,” he said groggily with his morning voice. “did we…?” you asked, scrounging up as much of last night as you could. “yeah, and you also confessed you love for me,” he said laughing. “oh god, did i?” you asked. “don’t tell me you didn’t mean it,” he said. “unfortunately i did and you’re not going to let me live it down will you?” you asked. “of course not,” he said smiling. you reached over for your phone to missed calls and texts messages from lilli. “i guess we should get back to our hotels,” you said before getting up to put your clothes on. “not before i do this,” tom said, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back to bed before kissing you. “i hate you,” you said digging your face into his chest.

#no proofreading we die like men #2000s #tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel x reader #fan fiction #2000s music #2000s fashion #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz fanfic #tom kaulitz x reader

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

˗ˏˋ street food date ´ˎ˗

(isn’t that just the most creative title :D)

requested by very a lovely person who wishes to remain anonymous <3

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar (Spider-Man India) x Fem!Pakistani!Reader

Type: Oneshot - Fluff

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: terms of endearment, mentions of food & eating, usage of Hindi (translations provided), I don’t speak Urdu so it’s google-translated 😭

A/N: Reader speaks Urdu and Pavi (canonically) speaks Hindi. Since both languages are pretty similar in terms of speaking, at least from what I’ve observed, let’s assume that they can understand each other fairly easily :)

I absolutely LOVED writing this omg it was such a cute request! Sorry it took me so long so do this, I was so busy that I completely forgot abt all my reqs for a while 😅

Btw this was barely proofread so if there are mistakes no there aren’t <3

“Meri jaan, you’re spilling it.”

You turned at the familiar voice, just barely managing to balance a paper plate in your hands with an absurd amount of dahi papadi chaat piled onto it.

“You’re late,” You noted, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling like a lovestruck idiot as Pavitr approached you, flashing that dazzling, slightly crooked grin that had your heart stumbling and falling over your mind trying to make sense of it all. You dropped your gaze to the floor, trying your best to cross your arms without dropping the food on the plate.

“I know. And I’m sorry, I really am. But you know that juggling my… duties and timings are hard,” He dipped his head slightly to make you look at him, brushing a small piece of papdi off your kurta. God, he was so annoying sometimes. His eyes were so soft and irresistible and he knew it.

“Come on, look at me,” He said teasingly, stepping forward slightly and grinning as you glanced up at him, then immediately frowned at your lack of willpower when it came to him. “There she is.”

You felt a smile break through so you set down the paper plate on a nearby ledge, leaning forward to wrap him in a hug and bury your face in his clothes. “Arre, you’re insufferable,” You mumbled, to which he let out a small chuckle and effortlessly picked you up to spin you around despite your little yelp of surprise.

“Oh, yeah, definitely. I’m sure that’s why you came out here on a date with me to have street food, right? Let’s go, meri dhoop. No use of you being all sad right now, naa? Look, there’s even pani puri a few stalls down.”

You almost got whiplash from how fast you turned your head to look, your eyes widening in excitement as all previous thoughts were forgotten. “You should’ve mentioned that earlier!”

Pavitr laughed, the easy chuckle - as cliché as it sounded - practically music to your ears as you grabbed his hand and took off, leading him to the pani puri vendor. “I knew that’d cheer you up.”

One shared paper plate of (admittedly quite messy) pani puri and a whole skewer of seekh kebab later, you leaned against a ledge overlooking the Mumbattan bridge right next to a whole row of new vendors. Pavitr wrapped an arm a little too tightly around your shoulders, nervously measuring the distance you would fall if you tripped.

“Pavi, relax, I won’t fall,” You gave him a reassuring smile, and he breathed out slowly before giving you a slightly strained smile in return. “Yeah, sorry. Spider-Man stuff. Lots of, uh… bad things happen. Usually near large drops.”

Your eyes flicked to his hand, gripping the railing so hard his knuckles were starting to lose circulation. Sensing his discomfort, you moved away from the railing back into the middle of the cobblestones.

“I’m going to braid your hair,” You declared suddenly to ease the tension in the air, examining the smooth waves that framed his face, pushed back slightly with his blue headband. His eyes widened in horror at your statement. “Wait, what? No! I said I was sorry for coming late! I’ll do my absolute best to come on time, I promise!”

“I’m not that rough,” You protested, scrunching your eyebrows as he cupped his warm hands over your cheeks. “Of course not, meri jaan. You’re so gentle, my hair definitely doesn’t feel like it’s being sent to an early grave.”

“Aap drama baghair kisi wajah ke bana rahay hain.” (You are making drama for no reason) You frowned at him and he chuckled softly, shaking his head.

“Kabhi nahin! Mei achcha vajeh se drama karta hoon. …Uff, thik hai, tum mere baalon ko tod sakte hain. Lekin… pehle ise kha leh.” (Never! I do drama for good reasons. ..Okay, fine, you can tear my hair out. But first… eat this.)

He held up a plate of vada pav, his smile growing as your eyes lit up again, the familiar scent bringing back memories of sitting in your grandparents’ house and watching them cook, masala-infused aromas wafting through the kitchen from the large utensils.

“What did I do to deserve you?” You wondered aloud as you started stuffing your face with the nostalgic dish. Your tone was lighthearted and playful, but it had a few traces of the underlying truth. You were so, so lucky to have him, and you knew it.

You could see it every time he dramatically presented you with some knickknack or the other that he picked up along the way, handing it to you with a bashful ‘it made me think of you.’ You could see it every time he adjusted your dupatta, every time you caught him staring at you with round, loving, awestruck eyes as if you were the very centre of the cosmos itself.

And when he smiled at everyone it was usually genuine, sure, but you had a special kind of smile reserved for your eyes alone. One that made the small dimples at the corners of his mouth even more noticeable, one that made him scrunch his nose subconsciously with how wide he was smiling.

The kind of smile he was using right now. And oh, good grief, you were so far gone for him. He was so effortlessly gorgeous it actually hurt - wavy hair swept to one side behind his headband, brown eyes turning gold in the sun, the light dappling his face and flicking tiny spots of shadow onto his skin.

“Tum bohat khobsorat ho,” (You’re so beautiful) You whispered, completely spellbound. Pavitr blinked in surprise, his smile turning slightly shy. “Arrey, tum mujhe bahut zyaada phlait karte ho.” (You flatter me too much)

“No, really!” You insisted, tapping the tip of his nose with your pinky and laughing when he scrunched it instinctively. “You’re very pretty, you know that? Mera khobsorat ladka. Pretty, pretty boy.” (My beautiful boy)

“Aap adhik sundar hai.” (You’re more beautiful) Without warning, he gently grabbed your torso and pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your hair. You looped your arms around to meet behind his shoulder blades, resting your chin in the crook of his neck.

You were scared to move, to disturb the silent peacefulness of it all, but you wanted to tell him something that would hopefully put his worries to rest.

“You know I won’t leave you, right? I won’t be your… what is it, canon event? Whatever that is.”

At the words ‘canon event’, Pavitr flinched as if he had been burned, his eyes wide and searching as he looked at you. “What? Where did that come from? And how-”

“Okay, listen, so it’s kinda my fault,” You began, choosing your words so as to not agitate him any further. “But you know how you said I could read your journal, because basically every embarrassing thing you’ve written is you being lovesick for me?”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” He covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, messing up his hair in the process.

“Anyway, uh… you left it open on your drawer and I maybe kind of accidentally looked through the last entry. But only because I was worried. You’d been acting stressed out the whole day, remember? I’m sorry!”

“I don’t… hmm, actually, that’s pretty sweet that you were worried. I appreciate it.” He lifted his head to meet your eyes, almost smiling before his face crumpled again. “Hang on, what else did you see? Oh, god, did you see the whole page of poems I wrote? No, wait, hear me out! In my defence, I was absolutely whipped for you. I still am, but-”

“Pavi?”

“Yeah?”

“Ai, meri mohabbat. Chup ho jao. Mujhe lagta hai ke yeh dilkash hai,” (My love. Shush. I think it’s adorable) You reassured him, leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose before moving in to press a soft kiss to his lips, an attempt at putting his worries and ramblings to rest.

That shut him up pretty well.

Please know that I am not Pakistani! I tried my best to write this, but if there is anything I’ve gotten wrong, please let me know and I’ll be happy to change it. <3

Meri jaan - my life

Meri dhoop - My sunshine/my sun

A kurta is a loose, collarless type of shirt worn by people in South Asia. It usually extends up to or just past the knee.

A dupatta is a length of material worn arranged in two folds over the chest and thrown back around the shoulders, typically with a salwar kameez or a kurta, by women from South Asia.

Papdi chaat (or papri chaat) is crispy fried-dough wafers served with typical chaat ingredients such as chickpeas, boiled potatoes, yogurt sauce, and tamarind and coriander chutneys; it may also contain pomegranate seeds. Dahi papdi chaat is the same thing, but more yoghurt is used (dahi means yoghurt/curd).

Pani puri is a popular Indian snack consisting of fried puff-pastry balls filled with spiced mashed potato (the puri), spiced water, and tamarind juice (the pani).

Seekh kebab is a type of kebab made with Indian spices, spiced, minced or ground meat, usually lamb or chicken, formed into cylinders on skewers and grilled.

Tags: @hobiebrownismygod @l0starl @therealloopylupin2099

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[resident-gay-bitch]

Help me! Indians and/or James Potter lovers help me out!!

im a big fan of Desi James and i'm writing a fic at the moment and i want to include affectionate language (pet names) from all of my characters national languages and have been digging for some Hindi terms of endearment for a while and am a little lost.

a lot of the searches are coming up with words but not specifying which Indian language it derives from, and I just don't want to like mix languages and be stupid and inconsiderate about it.

anyway, so far i have "Jaan" or "Meri Jaan" which I understand means "life" or "my life" wich is fucking adorable, as well as "Mera Pyaar" (I've seen a couple of different spelling variations of this so please correct me if it's wrong) which i understand means "my love".

both are very very sweet, and i will be using them! however, i've been looking for terms more like "sweetheart", "pretty", "cutie", "handsome", "baby", and stuff like that. you know, terms that can be used a bit more casually, in the earlier stages of dating / sleeping together, before the love and devotion happens!

anyway, any help would be very appreciated. any terms of endearment you know, any extra information you can give me, anything at all that relates to Desi James that would be helpful for me to know is so appreciated!

also any headcannons you have about Desi James would be awesome! especially ones that like involve his culture and stuff like that. id really like to write him well and give authenticity to his character that i don't naturally just have. i am doing my research where i need too, of course, but if you have little things about him that i could simply just adopt or learn about would be so awesome because like, i wouldn't even know to search for a lot of little things i bet.

anyway, thank you!!! i'll love anyone that helps me out so so so so so so much!!

edit: if he were to say "star" or "starlight" or "starshine" or "pretty star" something about stars to someone as a term of endearment (or just affectionately) how would that be said / spelt? i hopped on google but there are so many translations and i don't know which would be correct in this context and im helpless! thank youuuuuuuuuuuu <3

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[the-lekhika]

Pavitr Prabhakar Headcanons

I wanted to write some so here it is. Heavily based on Indian culture & things.

Is a tea addict and would not miss a chance to drink it with Parle G biscuit. Does not like to share but for his s/o, would make an exception.

Calls his love interest “Meri Jaan” (My Life) and hums the song with the same title from Gangubai Kathiawadi.

When he’s feeling somewhat naughty during a conversation; he’d wink and say “I’m not as pure as you think” and grin like he’s made the greatest pun ever (Pavitr means Pure in Hindi)

Long night walks at Juhu beach while eating ice cream or peanuts are his ideal date ideas (he lives in Mumbai after all).

LOVES LOVES LOVES ARJIT SINGH. Sings the “Main Tera” part from Kalank title track when he’s slow dancing with you. Also scrunched his nose at “Love Storiyan” like the rest of us (“what are they making him sing?!”)

Will dramatically sing the dhoomtananananaaaa music at every possible moment.

Once watched Aahat (a popular Indian show about supernatural things) at night as a kid and is now terrified of ghosts.

He will not spare anyone during holi (the Indian festival of colors) do not come near him he will paint you with colors that will not come off for at least a week.

Whenever he’s scared or stressed, he’d mumble “Deva Shree Ganesha” under his breath because the line “darr bhi uss se dara re, jiski rakhwaliya re” [“even fear is scared of the one who is guarded by Him (Lord Ganesh”)] gives him strength

Maggi is the only thing he can cook

More of these would probably come, because I’m never getting over Pavitr Prabhakar and the fact that he’s Indian.

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[keep-calm-and-drink-caf]

Cuddles and Khakhra

A Pavitr oneshot

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar (Spider-Man India) x Indian!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: No use of (Y/N), reader gets their period, use of pads, reader’s mood is kind of all over the place, and the rest is fluffy stuff like kisses, cuddling etc!

A/N: This is one of my first times properly writing from scratch in a little while since I’ve had so much homework and assignments and stuff, but enjoy ☺️

As always any constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated! 🫶

The Hindi in this is probably quite flawed since it’s been a while since I properly spoke it and I was never that good at Hindi but I tried my best lol. I would have liked to do Marathi because Mumbattan (Mumbai) but I don’t know Marathi and I don’t really want to use a translator

I’m not very sure about the poojas (basically rituals, usually prayer-related) that some people do when they have their period, and whether it’s sometimes a monthly thing or not, but when I was a child I never had any done after the first time

Reader uses pads because tampons are scary

Huge thank you to @hobiebrownismygod for the tips for writing Pav’s character!! 💙

———

You knew something was off the moment you woke up with a metallic taste in your mouth and an ache all over your body that made it feel like a valley was being carved straight through your nerves. Upon seeing the damage done to your bedsheets, the blood seeping into the white fabric everywhere, you grumbled to yourself softly and reached over to your bedside drawer for a pad, dragging your sore limbs out of bed and to the bathroom.

Once you got out of the bathroom, sitting on the floor against your bed and battling a cramp that was just about beginning to throb painfully, you contemplated calling your mother. A glance at the clock ruled out that possibility, though. It was 7:00 am. Both your parents would definitely be asleep downstairs, and very, very grumpy should you wake them up for something that you could definitely handle yourself, despite how tired you were starting to feel. You stripped the stained sheets off the bed, replacing them with clean ones from the cupboard and putting the soiled ones in the bathroom to clean up just a little later once the initial fatigue wore off. You went back and lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling blankly.

No sooner than you had gathered the strength to go get a painkiller than your phone rang, obnoxiously loud for the relatively early hour. You grabbed it, glancing at the name of the caller on the top of the screen, relaxing slightly with a soft sigh when you saw who it was.

“Good morning, mera pyaar!” God, how was he always so cheerful? It seemed even at 7am on a Sunday morning he was out of bed and fully awake.

“Yeah, hi, Pav.” You pressed the phone against your ear as you rummaged around in your drawer for an advil, silently cursing your reluctance to sort through the mess of pens, papers, and random knick-knacks that had begun to accumulate over time.

“You sound tired. What happened? Are you okay?” His tone immediately took on a note of worry, and through your haze of steady, throbbing pain you felt your heart warm at his concern.

“Check your calendar.”

You could hear rustling at the other end of the line as he moved towards his wall. You could picture the adorable little scrunch between his eyebrows he did whenever he was trying to figure something out, his eyes trailing the events marked on the pages in his scrawled but somehow neat handwriting. Finally he found what you were waiting for and you could hear him inhale sharply.

“Oh, meri jaan. It it… that time?” At the end of his sentence his voice became hushed, the caution in his tone making you chuckle softly. You finally found an advil, swallowing it and hoping that it would kick in sooner than later.

“Arrey, don’t sound so surprised. You were there last month as well, remember? And the month before that.”

“It happens every month for the whole year?“

Your tired sigh at your end quickly shut him up. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll swing by and I’ll even get you a snack, okay? Just sit tight.”

“Wait, Pav, I’m not so sure that’s—” You were interrupted by him hanging up on you, no doubt already on his way. You tiptoed to the door, resting your ear against the wood to see if your parents were up. A light, barely audible snore told you that that wasn’t the case. You were just about to head back to bed when you heard the window click open, someone landing on the ground in a crouch.

You panicked and threw the first thing you could reach, which turned out to be an empty laundry basket. It landed smack dab on the unknown person’s head, knocking them backwards a few inches with the force of the throw, eliciting a small groan of pain.

“Ow. What was that for?”

“Pav?”

“Of course it’s me, who else would jump through your window?” He took the laundry basket and set it down in the corner, giving you a small bow. He was dressed in his suit, which might have aroused some suspicion when he was on his way here, but you were just happy that he had come. He pulled off his Spider-Man mask, running a hand through that annoyingly perfect hair of his with a sunshiny grin at you.

“What were you thinking?” You chided him, taking the laundry basket and putting it back where it was supposed to be. “You scared me, Pav. You could’ve just come through the front door. I would’ve let you in.”

“I did say I would swing by,” Pavitr joked, holding out a paper bag almost like a peace offering. A frosty glare from you prompted him to give you a rather nervous smile. “Fine, you’re right, that joke was kind of terrible. But this is good, I promise. You’ve had khakhra before, haven’t you? I asked Maya Aunty, she said crunchy snacks are good for cravings.”

“I’m not entirely sure that’s true for everyone,” You pointed out, but you took the bag from him, gently squeezing his hand in gratitude. He sat down with his back against your wall under the window, patting the floor next to him as an invitation. You followed suit, allowing him to wrap an arm around you, pulling you into his side.

“Meri jaan? Can I ask you a question?” His voice interrupted the peaceful stillness of the moment as you struggled to tear open the plastic wrapper of the khakhra, your nails just not finding purchase on the slippery material.

“Of course, Pav, what’s up?” You gave up with your nails and instead slotted the packet between your teeth, succeeding in ripping only a tiny fraction. You were beginning to feel frustrated, not to mention hungry.

���Is this whole thing kind of like… you becoming a ketchup packet for a week?”

Your teeth finally ripped through the khakhra packet, the thin, crunchy discs spilling out and falling all over your lap as you looked at him in surprise.

“Aapne mujhe kya kaha tha?” (What did you call me) You had no idea whether to be shocked, amused or just plain outraged. You were leaning more toward the last option, though, and it clearly showed on your face. Pavitr quickly realized his mistake and held his hands up in surrender.

“Main bas to majaak kar raha hoon. I’m kidding, I promise.” (I’m just kidding)

“Oh, I’m sure you were,” You grumbled. He chuckled at your grumpiness, bringing you closer into his side again. Despite your wish to be at least a little bit annoyed at him, you ended up resting your head on his shoulder, vaguely wondering how someone could be so warm, both physically and emotionally. In all senses, he really was a ray of sunshine.

“Bhale hee aap ek ketchup packet the, aap ek sundar hojaega.” (Even if you were a ketchup packet, you’d be a beautiful one)

You whacked his arm lightly, trying your best to suppress a smile at that. “No more ketchup packet jokes. Or you’re not getting any khakhra.”

To emphasise your point, you gathered the flaky discs back into the ripped plastic wrapper, taking a bite out of it and relishing the crunch followed by the cracker-like salty taste.

“Mmm, it’s so amazing and so tasty. It would be a shame to not get any, but then again, more for me—” You cut yourself off with a laugh at Pavitr’s imploring puppy eyes looking down at you. “Fine, here you go.”

You plopped the packet on his lap, and for a while you both silently ate together, very nearly finishing the packet. Once you finished eating, no longer hungry, you gave a silent thanks that the advil was still working, warding off any cramps that were threatening to ruin your mood.

“Did it hurt?”

You turned your head to look at Pavitr, your eyes narrowing suspiciously, but he just gave you that same goofy grin. You had a feeling you knew where this was going, but with a sigh you decided to humour him. “Did what hurt?”

“When you fell from heaven.”

The way he delivered that line in a deeper voice than his own, waggling his eyebrows at you made you giggle softly, and his grin grew even wider. “Really?” You raised your eyebrows at him. “Of all the lines you know, you really went with that one?”

“Hey, at least it’s not a ketchup packet joke.”

“Stop talking or I’ll throw something at you,” You warned, the amused glimmer in your eye and the fact that you were nestled so close against him telling him that the threat definitely wasn’t serious. You glanced at the brightening sky, suddenly remembering something. “Hang on, did you drop everything for me? Don’t you have to go be Spider-Man? Aren’t you supposed to be busy?”

Pavitr shook his head, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I have time. Besides, my spider-senses will tell me if there’s anything urgent. I’m never too busy for my ke—”

“Don’t say it.”

He laughed softly, squeezing your shoulder with the arm that was wrapped around you.

“My girl. I’m never too busy for my girl.”

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Translations:

Meri jaan - My light / My life

Mera pyaar - My love

Arrey / Arre - Hey!

Khakhra is a large, thin cracker made from wheat flour and moth bean that is a Gujarati breakfast or tea-time snack. I know it’s Gujarati, but I’m quite sure it’s found everywhere else as well :)

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[angi-writes-filth]

DID SOMEONE SAY PROMPTS? 👁️👅👁️

Here's a soft one cause I'm sick and I need softness for my sick body.

Dancing in the rain with Luis sounds cute. Especially if the reader is kinda bad at dancing and Luis initiates it even though it's not the time or place for it (but that's okay cause it's Luis). <3

Summary: "These small moments are what heaven is made of".

Note: AAAAAAAAAAA MERI THIS IS SUCH A CUTE AND FLUFFY IDEAAA. Bless your brain tbh SFADFASDSA. ALSO pls get better soon, get plenty o' rest and some warm soup AAAA.

This is gonna be real short but the sweetness is condensed (I hope).

Also ALSO, I HC Luchi owns a motorbike, cuz you can't tell me he doesn't live for the thrill of speed, he deffo has the vibes LMAO (That's only briefly mentioned but I still wanted to explain it ASFADSA--). Plus, y'know, romantic bike rides at night and watching the stars on the highway anyoneee???

WARNINGS/Tags: GN!Reader. Luis being a tease and literally pulling the reader out of their lazy morning, but that's just how he is. My shit English, not beta'd and terrible writing are a must.

WORDS: 861

(dios i wanna bite him)

You've taken to draw little patterns and shapes on the window, from little hearts to your favorite animals, all sprawled and cozy on your old couch where the window sat at; there wasn't much to do after all, with the sudden storm ruining your plans for the day.

Although, if you were honest, it's not like you really cared. Who in their right mind would complain about rain, when it gifted you lazy Saturday mornings like these? A warm cup of your favorite morning beverage on the coffee table, draped in all the spare blankets you could find, still wearing your pajamas despite it being well into the afternoon, while the water drops raced each other to reach the windowsill outside.

These small moments are what heaven is made of.

—So no mall trip, I guess?

His voice woke you from your daydreaming.

Leaning on the doorway was that goofball you called a boyfriend. Hair already brushed, and already dressed in that particular sense of fashion of him; all of the things you were not. Clearly he'd been up for a while; how didn't you hear him walk around the apartment before? You must have been really deep into watching the rain to not notice him.

—Under the rain? Yeah, no thank you—, you answered with a chuckle, emphasizing your point with pulling the blankets closer to yourself, almost making a fortress out of it, that protected you from having to face the day with normalcy. Luis rolled his eyes teasingly as he made his way to the couch, urging you to move your feet as he invited himself to the opposite side.

—Why not?— He whined with a pout, —it'd be fun! And romantic—. He added the last part with a wink, tickling your calf with his ringer fingers over the covers, all teasing as always. At seeing you kick your legs in retaliation, he chuckled softly.

—I mean, I guess? But we'd get wet, even if we go on your bike.

—And?— Luis answered quickly, arching an eyebrow, with that toothy smile of his he only gave you when he had an idea.

—And we'll get sick?

—¡Oh, por favor!

In a second, the Spaniard was on his feet, pulling the covers off of you in a fluid movement, trying his best to appear serious (and miserably failing). 

—Wait, Luis!— Your own laughter betrayed you, too, despite your initial reluctance to do anything this morning. As your man helped you off the couch, his hands on yours as a support, the two of you found your way through the small house to the front door, while your laughter filled the living room with happy colors.

As you shoved your feet into your rainboots, and Luis threw a coat over your shoulders, he slid his own hood on and pushed the door open, running with your hand in his to the middle of street.

The rain, much gentler now that you were outside, patted you relentlessly on the shoulders as you yelled: —What are you doing?!

—Enseñándote a divertirte, that's what I'm doing!

Care and worries out the window, the horrible weather seemed to not matter anymore as you started a slow dance under the rain, sliding across your lawn without a care in the world. Not even the thought of the neighbors seeing you in your pajama pants retained you at this point; although it would be best to ignore that for now. Right now, it didn't matter who you were or where you met him, no scars that left a mark or haunting nightmares you had every night; no thoughts that someone may come and take Luis away from you. 

No, not now, in this very moment. As you stared into his exotic gray eyes, forehead with forehead; and felt your body perfectly molded into his, almost as if made to be together, your soul warmed, and healed the tiniest bit. Your heart beat a little faster; your mind only focused on him and the gentle lullaby of the rain surrounding you.

These, these are the small moments heaven is made of. You, him, and the peace you longed for, for so, so long.

Your feet betrayed you at some point, whether thanks to the slippery concrete or your poor dancing skills. If it wasn't for his shoulders being there to be held onto, or Luis' arms quickly catching you, you might have fallen straight to the ground. Who knows if your pride would recover from that.

—I don't know how to dance...— You whispered. He didn't seem to care, tho; if the scoff and gentle smirk he gave you, pulling your body closer by the waist, were anything to go off.

—You don't need to know how. Not when you're with me.

At this, you chuckled. His thumb, wet and somehow still warm, wiped a lone raindrop falling down your cheek, and traced the soft curves of your face while he was at it.

—Because you'll love me anyway?

Another one of his sweet, loving smirks.

—Por supuesto, mi amor. Don't doubt it for a second.

¡Oh, por favor! = Oh, please!

Enseñándote a divertirse, that's what I'm doing = Teaching you to have fun, that's what I'm doing

Por supuesto, mi amor = Of course, my love

#I'm sorry for the wait #I'm constantly in a writers block but I pushed through to get this out #I apologize if it isn't the best but I tried! #Hope you like it tho and it makes you feel a lil' better! #re4 #re4 remake #re4make #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #luis sera #luis serra #luis sera x reader #luis serra x reader #angi writes filth

[braimin]

Like I know this isn't the usual, but like, I cannot stop thinking about how the ultimate show of kindness, to Sanji, is to give up a part of (or even all of) yourself. Zeff lost his own leg, something that was integral to who he was as a pirate, a part of his identity. And my head got stuck on like. What would happen if Sanji died first? If he died before all the other straw hats. Like, he wouldn't be buried, he was born at sea and died at sea, it wouldn't make sense for his bones to be on land. Maybe the crew would do him like they did Mery, set him up ablaze and let whatever the fire didn't consume sink to the bottom of the ocean. Or we could have a bit of Zosan, or even leave it platonic, Sanji leaving behind a note, drafted up week, months, years before it happens, they're pirates afterall, telling the crew exactly what to do. Asks them to cut up his body into pieces, each part of him going to one of the straw hats, to be prepared as a dish with the recipe he left, each has it's own unique recipe, each one but Zoro's, he gets the heart, holds it in his hands and eats it raw.

Sorry I know it's like gorey but kwowowowo the imagine of Zoro Literally consuming Sanji's heart did Things to my brain's chemistry

Darling you made me sad reading this :( ✨

I read that first part and was immediately thinking 'oh Zoro is going to be taking bones lol' even if Sanji hadn't asked them to divvy his body up, Zoro would make sure he would be able to keep at least one of Sanji's hands; he'd probably settle for a finger though (that way all the straw hats can have one, a little piece of the man who fed and cared for them on their journeys). Zoro gets his left ring finger.

Sanji has probably made countless cannibal jokes, any time there's a close call he tells the crew to savor him when he passes, and not to waste even a drop of him. It's gorey and odd, but hey, Robin has said weirder 'jokes'. Zoro catches onto what he means the first time he ever says it, and takes it fully seriously; the crew realize how genuine Sanji is when he says stuff like that and they all come to terms with the fact that at some point in their lives they will probably become cannibals for a day if they live to see Sanji's death. Zoro and Sanji talk about it sometimes, just the two of them, Sanji will ask which piece he thinks will taste best, which one is the most important, what recipes should he give the straw hats ? Zoro never used to think about what happens to the people you leave behind in death, but now it's fairly common pillow talk between the two of them. (Not that they talk about it all the time, it's only after they've had a big battle, or after Sanji wakes up from a nightmare.)

Dealing with Sanji's actual death though, is hard, they'd talked about it more than enough for Zoro to know exactly what he wanted. Zoro moves entirely on auto pilot as him and Luffy prepare his body. Robin is the one to cook for the rest of the crew, no one else would've been able to stand in that kitchen without being completely inconsolable, let alone follow his instructions. While she prepares their 'meals' Zoro sits quietly at the table with his own on a plate. "Is there not a recipe for that?" she asks. Zoro shakes his head, Sanji never made one. It wasn't because he didn't want to, in fact, he almost begged Zoro to let him write one up.

'It'll only ruin the taste, if it's gonna be the last time I have you I don't want anything else on my tongue.' Sanji gave him a look of disgust, 'Freak.' And yet the happiness in his eyes was evident.

"Don't need one." Is all Zoro can really say now. No one else is in the kitchen with them, and he's glad for that. They probably wouldn't be able to stomach the sight. Respectfully, Robin turns her back to him, giving Zoro privacy to eat.

Blood is not a new flavor to Zoro, but it tastes different this time. Maybe it's because it's coming from the heart, or maybe because it's coming from Sanji. It drips down his arm in a way that reminds him of fruit. He does his best to savor it like Sanji requested, his blood flows alongside Zoro's in one body and it's like Sanji is alive in him. There's a comfort is the feeling, he gets to have Sanji with him for a little while longer, Sanji get's to feed him one last time.

Later, Zoro helps the others finish their meals. He knows it's hard for them to understand Sanji's feeling and intentions in this last request of his, Sanji knew it too. So he eats what they can't; Luffy, unsurprisingly, helps as well. When everything is gone Zoro stares at the empty plates. It was a fitting last meal from Sanji.

Zoro doesn't want to ever eat again. Nothing he has will ever compare to any of the cook's dishes. Consuming anything else is pointless. So Zoro won't ever eat again.

#zosan #sanji #zoro #one piece #cw: gore #Zoro has a bit of a dilemma after Sanji's passing #because Sanji would hate to see Zoro starve himself to death #but Zoro just can't bring himself to put anything else in his mouth #damn now you got me all sad

[ramcharantitties]

Raghuvan, teri raah nihare

Chapter 10, part 1

s/n- hey guys, this is the last chapter of my first ever series. Even I am excited to write, thanks to @vijayasena , and since it's kind of huge i am gonna make it a two part fic.

yeh teri aur meri mahaubbat hayaat hai

Akhtar stood by the end of the door. The crowd allowed him to hide from Adikavya and still witness everything. Ram pulled out a ring, sliding it up her finger. The crowd cheered, relatives, friends, cousins. So many relations but not one person close, not one person any of them could talk to. Adikavya pulled the ring from the cushiony box, sliding it up Ram's finger. It was tight. Ram hastily stuck it so it wouldn't fall, just for the sake of ritual and practices. It was visible on their faces, Adikavya wanted to probably run away, and Ram just wanted to get this done. For someone who's going to spend the end of their lives together, they weren't a very joyous couple. They've had their moments together, yes, but Adikavya's swollen face was still more acceptable than the sheer frustration on Ram's.

Adikavya has given the puppet string of her life to fate. Any decision she would make now would be futile, resulting in only one thing, marriage with Ram.

It's surprising how many faces this relationship has seen, but mutual respect and romance was never one of them. She wished he'd leave, go away, he stayed and when he wished he didn't have to see her anymore, she helped him. The curves in the puzzles were too rigid for them to fit.

Akhtar took a deep breath. He knew that even if it wasn't Ram, or anyone, it would never be him anyways. The conversation he had with Sita, or even, the monologue he had, enlightened his own self about a lots of things. Akhtar took a deep breath, crumpling and throwing away one of the two bus tickets he had for the next day.

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har lamha ismein jeena

Sita laid in her bed next morning, the slow moving fan like a lubricant to her fast moving thoughts. The window was open, cool air making it's way down her room. She remembered Babai didn't utter a word as she told him about everything. How he never dared to look at her. Not a single universe will hold a reality where she is married to Ram. The blue of her room has started to be less vibrant. She couldn't sleep last night or the night before, the constant moving memories keeping her eyes open. Sita sighed, got up, and went to do the house chores. Laying around will not help her anyhow. It was a Saturday too.

On the other hand, Ram was restless, he paced up and down his room, staring the neatly folded sherwani on the bed. His haldi was done in the morning, as he stood in the center of his room with a yellow tainted vest and dhoti, his body shining golden brown. "Leave the city? No, Babai will be disappointed". He began his homely marathon again, when Jangu came in the room. "Tell Adikavya everything" he muttered to himself, when Jangu erupted- "She already knows everything" Ram sighed, turning on his heels. Ram sat down on the bed, moving around will not help him anyhow.

Adikavya stood by the balcony, her curls falling behind her ears gently swaying with the motion of the wind. She had no choice in this. She turned and leaned back on the railing, rubbing her face. She can't even scream in this house. Sometimes she wished to run away. But then where to? And to whom? Although, all of those question seems less concerning than this marriage itself. And of course, the cousins, giggling, swarmed in, never leaving the bride alone.

mukaddar ki baat hai

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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the floral decorations that adorned the porch of Adikavya's home. The air buzzed with excitement as family and friends gathered, dressed in vibrant hues, ready to witness the union of two souls in a celebration that promised to be unforgettable. Adikavya, draped in a delicate red lehenga, awaited her moment. The embroidery on her attire sparkled under the lights, and the mehendi designs on her hands told tales of love and commitment. The air was charged with joy, laughter, and the spirit of celebration. The beats of the dhol resonated in every heart, and the colorful dance of the relatives set the stage for an evening of revelry. Amidst the grandeur and celebrations, the wedding was not just an event; it was a tapestry woven with love, traditions, and the promise of a beautiful journey ahead.

Or that's what everyone thought.

Four people were tied with handcuffs, unable to do anything for themselves. The wedding looked like as if the most beautiful thing to ever happen from outside, but the wretched emotions and crumpled hopes said something else. What is always right, is not always necessary. Right now, Ram and Adikavya can be wedded and tie a knot that no one else will be able to break without gaining any attention or insult. Divorce? Adikavya will face a rejection from society. Cheating? Ram will face a rejection from society. Not showing up to wedding? Their families will face a rejection from society. There was no way out. Until someone showed up, broke their marriage and showed the truth about their children to the families. But who will take such a risk?

It was already evening. Ram wished for a miracle, a falling star or a severe earthquake. Ram gazed over the golden waves of ganga, his sight automatically following up the walls of Sita Mahal. He didn't even know when Babai came in the room, but all he saw was Babai closing the window and the wooden and metal sound of windowsill scraping. "Get ready" was all he said.

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Sita stood by the flowing water of Ganga, the golden light reflected, throwing an image of the moving waves on her. It was already evening, so she should get ready. Her anklets jingled as she stepped in her room, the loneliness echoing. Sita was not unfamiliar with the feeling, the dread of getting ready, dancing in front of men who had no courtesy for emotions or any sentient. She missed his brown eyes, and the soft looks, his sight that never left her eyes. Akhtar was right, she has started to think about him when she isn't thinking about anything. There was physical pain in her heart, seeping in her stomach and throat, wanting to burst through her eyes.

The chatter has already started to be audible, when Sita entered the court. Her golden lehenga matched the shining glass dome, her face bright as the moon. Yet it looked like the soft winds of sadness had pulled a dark, nighty cloud over it. The pakhawaj players were ready, and so was the evening. It was time for her to dance and continue on with her job. Like every Saturday, once a week, four times a month, and fifty two times a year. Sita danced on her routine, her hands splayed in an artistic manner which only resembled the beauty of her dance. Her body moved with the beat, the taal, but her mind couldn't. Her mind only repeated the things she has been suppressing ever since Akhtar left.

She started taking turns on her heel- one, two, three, four, five, and that's when her body and mind started absolutely deviating.

“What if you never come here ever again?”

Another turn.

"you are going to regret it for your life"

Then another.

"No one will come between us"

Then another.

"you are going to find everything in the world that is even remotely close to him"

Then another.

"Just thinking about it isn't enough, Sita"

Then another.

She tumbled over, by disbalance, landing straight on her palms on the floor.

The crowd was shook. The most delicate dancer, the strongest person ever known to the girls has fallen in front of the audience. Some men hollered, and some knew better to be quiet. Haala rushed over to Sita.

"Didi! What's wrong?" She kept a soothing hand on Sita's shoulder, to find her body breaking down to her tears.

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The scene encapsulated the essence of joy, unity, and the timeless celebration of love that makes this wedding truly extraordinary. The baraat was ready to go. Ram saw himself in front of mirror one last time, and this isn't how he planned his wedding. He thought he'd be happy, content, excited, ready to hop on the horse anytime. He knew that if Babai had decided someone for him, she would be a good wife and daughter in law. But what if even she wasn't ready to be? The air was filled with the rhythmic beats of the dhol, the joyous notes of shehnai, and the energetic dancing of family and friends.

A woman appeared, as golden as a crown, huffing, standing on the door.

Jangu knew in an instant who she was and he knew that if Babai saw her, there will be a chaos unavoidable by anyone. Jangu pulled her to a silent spot, unnoticed by anyone. When he confirmed that Babai was not, in fact, home, he quietly sent her to Ram's room. They didn't have time.

Sita hesitated before knocking on Ram's door. The yellow and orange flowers, brown door and red walls felt energetic, not calming her nerves. Jangu rapidly slapped the door, earning a small "come in" from Ram. Sita's breath hitched. Ram sounded different with her, just not like this. But it's been so long since she has heard the voice. Jangu pushed the door open. Ram stood in a white and golden sherwani, embroidery of red on it. His white pagdi sat proudly on the chair, it's peak fluffed and pointed. Ram looked back at the silent visitor, only to find his beloved looking a bride- to him, at least. Ram has never, in so long, ever has seen Sita dressed in anything but a simple pastel saree. She had tear stuck in the crevices of her cheeks, her eyes bright red, big and wet. Her lips looked bitten and plump. Sita was one of the girls that looked pretty when cry.

kehti hai ishq duniya jise, meri jaaneman

Ram gently slipped his large, warm hand under Sita's huge earring, cupping her cheek. She leaned into his palm, another tear slipping down, meeting his thumb. "I can't" the dam broke, the pain in throat finally making its way out. "I don't have the heart to let you go. I can't do this to myself or even you." She croaked, and put her hands on his chest "Tell me you love me" Sita's eyes showed everything, the expectations, the hopes and the search for truth.

iss lafz mein hi chhupi kaynath hai

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