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solverse · 7 months

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okay, we all know about SAGAU and its different hundred of aus (not complaining tho, some are chef kiss out there) but like I've been interested in Honkai Star Rail self-aware AU– like i know it's been out for a while but the SAGAU concept is even better when it comes to HSR because of it sheer size and potential.

(not saying Genshin SAGAU aren't good tho.)

It just that I've been having this brainrot and I just need to get it out.

Imagine in SAHSR (yk, self-aware honkai star rail), we got an OC (or reader, if you're more comfortable with that– i refuse to use Y/N, just no) that is an Aeon.

Nothing shocking but lets turn that up a bit by making the OC (or Reader) the oldest yet an unknown Aeon since they went into hiding, but still kept watch of the galaxies. People know little to nothing about OC other than their loyal followers– like, even some of the newer Aeons know nothing about us (or Reader).

My brain rot came up with the Aeon of Mortality. Kinda like an emphasization that we (the Aeon) was here before most of the living being in the galaxies (hence the 'creator' thingy).

Or Aeon of Origin would be a good one too since theres Terminus, the Aeon of Finality.

(kinda like a direct reference to Kiana and Mei, hehe.) But im leaning more towards Aeon of Mortality.

Heck, yk how the Imaginary element embodies the light of lives? yeh, spin that point to how when OC(or Reader), the Aeon of Mortality came into existence, which created the Imaginary element. hell, maybe even drag the Quantum element in too bcs mortality also embodies the aspect of death.

some of the faction/group names i came up with are [Freedom-willed Sworn], [Home of the Epheremeal] and [Anti-Entropy].

not gonna explain the meaning of all of that, but they all gotta do with mortality, freedom, freewill, the will to choose and live, etc.

now thats out of the way, lets get to the fun part!

OC (or Reader) is the Aeon that watches over the Trailblazers (like, us players) and latches onto the Astral Express because they used to be besties with Akilivi ( D: ). Stelle/Caelus have no idea how they got a whole Aeon to get attached to them but they aren't complaining!

(we are also the one enabling the two's trash-loving behavior lmao)

the Astral Express also has no idea why an Aeon, the oldest one (and one they know nothing about) decided to ride along with them. Himeko got used to our presence as we appeared when she repaired the train.

March is confused but happy, Dan Heng is cautious but tolerant and Welt is skeptical but lenient. But slowly, they get used to our presence and might even start liking our help and support!

Asta and Arlan are surprised to know that the oldest Aeon known is constantly watching over them. They've never met an Aeon that interact so close! Herta might have a whole aneurysm wanting to learn anything about us.

Screwllum and Ruan Mei would try to stop her but even they could not hide their curiosity about the oldest Aeon.

The Stellaron Hunters are surprised by our appearance as it was not written or foretold in Elio's script. Kafka is amused by the outcome, also a bit delighted to know that the Aeon (or Reader) was watching over them.

Going to Jarilo-IV! Surprise, surprise! Theres someone in Belobog who is a [Freedom-willed Sworn]! who is it? it can be whoever you might think it is!

The Jarilo-IV gang would be shocked to know that an Aeon was traveling alongside the Astral Express and was currently watching over them.

Some of them would be shy and awkward for knowing that, especially Bronya and Gepard. Some would be apprehensive, like Seele and Svarog. And some would be delighted! Aka, Sampo, Serval and Luka! Even Clara and Hook are happy to have us here.

Next station, the Xianzhou Luofu! right from the start, every kind of words gets out when they find out that the Aeon of Mortality is with the Astral Express. Xianzhou Luofu are skeptical of us, since they do not know of our standing, especially when it comes to the Plague Author (Yaoshi.)

not to mention OC/Reader is the Aeon of Mortality and little is known about us so they might think that our path is aligned with Yaoshi. (which doesnt, honestly.)

Jing Yuan would be suspicious of us but he would hide it well, Fu Xuan would be discontent since the future she saw did not include us, Yanqing have his own opinion but he'd follow Jing Yuan's belief, Sushang would be fascinated and Luocha would be surprised at our reveal.

Tingyun (or Phantylia) would be intrigued at our sudden appearance, Yukong is the same as Jing Yuan (just that she doesn't hide it) and Qingque wouldn't really care.

but once the Xianzhou Luofu quest is over and the gang understands that OC/Reader is not aligned with Yaoshi, they start warming up to us! while Xianzhou Luofu is devoted to Lan the Hunt in their pursue to eradicate Yaoshi, they wouldn't oppose the help of the oldest Aeon!

also, our relationship with some of the Aeons? Aeon OC/Reader constantly gives Qlipoth headaches and they would get worried about us since we do all kinds of shits ehehe.

Aeon OC/Reader constantly annoys Lan (affectionately) and Nanook whenever they get the chance.

OC/Reader are besties with Xipe (goes on a date all the time) and IX (bcs its hilarious). Likes to go sightseeing with Fuli and constantly argue with Aha lmao.

p.s. im hesitant to include the notion of 'Reader' as im not used to using that title but i think most people are more comfortable with that. i, however, will not use Y/N.

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#just a little something #hsr brain rot bcs yes #sagau #sahsrau #self aware genshin #hsr aeons #honkai star rail #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin sagau #honkai

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turboacek-blog · 3 months

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Random: I wouldn’t mind Katara x Zuko and Aang x Toph in the Netflix adaptation

So with the Netflix live-action Avatar series coming out soon, I figured I should get this thought out the way

Back when it was first announced I remember they said they were going to slightly age up Katara so that she would be essentially Zuko’s age and Aang would still be 12 (112) basically instead of her being 14 she would be 16 like Zuko

And people speculated that it’s because they want to do Zutara (Zuko x Katara)

Amongst a number of other changes that’s has been revealed in the pre show premiere life cycle like the recent info they’re getting rid of Sokka’s sexism

I’ve mentioned it before but I’ve became neutral on remakes and reboots and such

Which includes changing things from the original is fine as the original still exists

It’ll be ininteresting how they handle it as the original show had a sizeable focus on Aang liking Katara and I can see it shifting to just being friends but it would also change a lot of scenes involving the two as the Gaang's dynamic is the way it was because one of the threads is that Aang and Katara had the romance aspect

And without it, you will need to sell their friendship in a different way which can be fun with a more platonic take but I think it has to be done well as Aang getting upset he can hurt Katara with fire bending or just the Haru and Jet situations are different if there isn’t a potential romance brewing

And might be worse if it’s fully one-sided as in Aang still has a crush but Katara doesn’t like him in that way at all, which ties into the other ship's angle

Katara x Zuko

It can work, I don’t think the people who shipped them were just crazy fans putting two characters together, there’s evidence

But without the Aang influence, it can be weird if not handled well let alone how they handled a character like Mai

Aang x Toph

I think when people mention this, it’s mostly because she’s the only one who would likely still be in his age range meaning she's the most realistic option if Katara and side characters are off the table

And you can pull it off I think, from Aang being Toph’s first friend, and the mentor-student dynamic can be tweaked plus they also have an opposites attract dynamic like Zutara. And reshift the crush Toph had on Sokka and Zuko to Aang it's possible

I just think it’s a case of they would have to truly commit and not tease too much / if it gets some backlash don't double back to the original canon pairs as you would basically be a season behind

Like don’t still do AangxKatara stuff if they are really going to do ZukoxKatara as the endgame

2/2/24 edit:

@vibee2001 let me know the Katara aging up was a rumor and she's more than likely still going to be 14, while Sokka and Zuko are aged up 1 year so most of what I said doesn't matter lol

But since they have said it's going to lean more into the drama genre I think a lot of what I said can still be applied to leaning towards drama by having different pairings and such and the general they are making changes to some elements of the story like characters

#avatar #avatar the last airbender #atla #zutara #aang x katara #zuko x katara #aang x toph #netflix #netflix avatar #aang #avatar aang #katara #zuko #toph beifong #taang

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heartsoji · 1 year

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omg hello! since requests are open and all, I want to request kenma, Suna and atsumu and Oikawa with a reader who gets happy over the most childish thinsg

I got a shadow the hedgehog plush backpack from one of my brothers and I was so happy for like a week straight

HQ BOYS WITH AN S/O WHOS LOVES CHILDISH THINGS

a/n: THIS IS LITERALLY ME. i still watch disney movies and kids shows bcs they're just so nostalgic and wonderlicious

warnings: suna's is a little ooc but wtv im in a fluffy duffy mood

suna, atsumu, and oikawa x reader (separate)

S. RINTARO

he finds it so cute

he loves how he can give you something like a plushie or a lollipop and you get all happy and smiley

he just loves it. he loves you!

he's addicted to the way your eyes light up and brighten the room when a funny scene comes on in the kids show you're watching

literally anyone could see the way his eyes soften whenever you get all happy over something childish

he just finds it so stinking adorable

but ofc, he also has to tease you about it

its all in good fun, he loves it so much

you giggled happily and twirled around with the cute little plushie that rin had just given you. it was soft and fluffy and warm and had the cutest ears and just made you so happy.

unbeknownst to you, rin was staring at you lovingly with a tender gaze, wondering to himself how he got someone so cute.

you were the light rin needed. when he got down and dark, you were the light that pulled him back up. and he found the fact that you loved stuff like this SO CUTE

contrary to what he was thinking, he smirked and began to tease you about it. "it makes you that happy? what are you, a baby?"

you beamed. "your baby!"

he cringed slightly, but then let out a loving sigh as he curled an arm around you.

"i guess so."

M. ATSUMU

he loves everything about you, and that includes your love for childish things

whenever you have a cute reaction to something childish, he has to fight the urge to spin you around in a tight hug and pepper your face with kisses and tell you how cute that was

he fails most of the time

he doesn't really think its weird or tease you about it or anything

i firmly believe that atsumu still sleeps with his childhood stuffie, so he thinks its cute that you guys are kinda similar in that aspect

also, hes just a ginormous child, so uh

it was a peaceful sunday afternoon, and you guys were watching bluey together. then, during the magic xylophone episode in the scene where bluey's dad played bluey like a piano and tickled her silly, he paused the show and quickly pounced on you and dug his fingers into your ribs.

"you're MY magic xylophone! ping ping ping! ping ping! pururururuing!" he shouted, kneading and knocking at your ribs

"tsuhuhumu, stahahap!" you giggled trying weakly to fight his hands off

"hmm.. i think that i should get some more practice in, don'tcha think?" he teased, continually prodding at the sensitive area.

"NAHAHA TSUHU- *HIC!*"

you both paused at the little hiccup you gave. it was silent for a moment before atsumu grabbed you and spun you around, laughing as you giggled and "wheee!"'d.

"yer so freakin' cute im gonna die!" he laughed as he peppered your face with kisses.

you giggled as you two settled back down on the couch together, cuddling up with each other and your favorite stuffies.

he sighed contentedly as he leaned his head on you, melting into your warmth as you did the same.

he honestly loved moments where he could be childish without being judged like this with the person he loved most in the world. (he internally apologized to his ma)

O. TOORU

little brat but its ok

he really likes bubbles, as do you

sometimes when its nice out, the two of you will just blow bubbles and just watch in mesmerization

(sometimes in the shower too!)

hes also really into disney

he hid it before, but once he started dating you, one of his favorite at-home date activities is watching disney movies together!

frozen is his fav

he knows all the lyrics to all the frozen songs and sings along everytime

hes your little princess

"LET IT GOOOO" tooru screeched in your ear. "LET IT GOOOOOOO! CAN'T HOLD IT BACK AAAANYMO-O-ORE"

"LET IT GOOOO" you screeched in his ear. "LET IT GO-O-O, TURN AWAY AND SLAM THE DOOOOR"

"I DON'T CARE"

"WHAT THEY'RE GOING TO SAY"

"LET THE STORM RAGE OOOOOOOOON" tooru held the high note, his voice cracking a couple times.

"the cold never bothered me anyway" *hairflip*

you two plopped your butts back down on the couch heavily, tired and out of breath from the karaoke session.

"you did really well, princess" he complimented, voice breathy.

"you... you, too." you replied, "princess."

"HEY" he cried, clinging onto you. "i'm your PRINCE, remember?"

you grinned. "i think princess suits you better."

"y/n-chaaaaaaan!" he whined, shaking you, "you're so mean!"

you couldn't help but laugh at his childish antics, hiding your face slightly with your olaf plushie

"i love you."

you stopped short, giving him a curious look.

"you're the one for me."

you simply smiled in return. "as are you for me."

"Y/N-CHAN LOOK! ITS THE PART WHERE THEY MEET OLAF!!"

"OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT PART"

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

#see you suun ⭐︎#suna x reader #suna fluff #suna hcs #suna drabble #suna imagines #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu hcs #atsumu drabble #atsumu imagines #oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa hcs #oikawa drabble #oikawa imagine #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader

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tsumtsumrry · 11 months

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request where reader has some kind of severish accident which means her movement is limited (like she has a leg cast and crutches or something) and harry takes time out to visit her in hospital and then care for her at home when she’s released until she’s feeling better and once she feels good again she keeps hinting at wanting to be intimate with him because it’s been so long and she’s missed having him that way and that aspect of their relationship but he’s not picking up on her hints because he doesn’t want to rush her or assume she’s ready before she’s fully recovered but it just makes her feel rejected and sad like he doesn’t want her that way anymore and he sees her as a burden because there’s no proper communication but then when they finally talk about how they’re feeling he’s like omg baby no that’s not it at all of course i’m still attracted to you i love you i just don’t want to pressure you after everything… cut to it ends in fluffy emotional smut and all is well again

lmao sorry this was so long and there’s no punctuation but this was literally a stream of consciousness 😮‍💨

hii thank you so much for the request it was really fun to write <;3

hope you enjoy!

It was completely your fault.

At least that’s how you felt. The bike ride was supposed to be short and sweet but you ended up in a small ditch with a broken ankle. You felt stupid more than anything. And a little embarrassed. You called Harry with a wobbly voice and shooting pain in your ankle. He raced to your location and took you to the hospital, doted on you endlessly and now that shooting pain has been reduced to a dull ache due to the medication they have you on.

His hands gently knead your leg and give you a much needed massage to soothe a cramp that’s been building up while you stare at him with loving eyes, “how’s it feeling, baby? Better? Doctor said it would be good to go home with some crutches.”

You roll your eyes at him and smirk mischievously, “I could’ve gone home days ago, you’re the one that made me stay here to make sure I was alright, Harry.” You chuckle softly and watch closely as he gets up to start to tidy up and collect your things.

“I just needed to make sure that there wouldn’t be any further damage, angel.” he pleads his case, stopping his gathering for a moment to shoot you a look that you only respond to with a deadpan stare.

“Whatever you say, Dr. Styles.”

“Mm. Say that again. S’kinda hot.” your lover smirks at you with that glint in his eyes that only shows up when he says something that he knows will have an effect on you. You giggle and he takes a couple steps towards you, leans down, and gives you a soft kiss. Your hands reach up to tangle in his brown curls, tugging lightly to pull him deeper into the kiss. The faintest of groans leave his lips and it makes a wave of contentment flow through you, you’ve missed him like this. That contentment is very quickly thwarted when Harry pulls away, only to leave you with a quick peck and a smile. You frown softly, but he misses it.

“All jokes aside though, I’m really glad you’re okay. It could’ve been a lot worse; you know?” He gently takes your chin between his fingers and squeezes softly. You nod and offer him a knowing smile. You know how anxious he gets, especially when it comes to the people he loves most, especially when it comes to you. “And excuse me for my innate nature to protect the girl I love.” he speaks with a sarcastic bite and a faux eye roll that you giggle heartily at.

“Alright, love.” his voice strains from the weight of you in his arms, “you just lay here and look pretty. I’ll go get your stuff and then we can cuddle.” You were cleared to go home. They sent you off with some crutches and told you that you were good to go.

And that’s basically how the rest of the five weeks in the cast went. You and Harry, alone in your house, with Harry constantly all over you and needing to make sure you were okay. He rarely let you out of his sight unless he had to go to work and you loved it, but seeing him and not being able to really kiss him the way you want to has you a little bummed, and frustrated. You’ve not only missed kissing him, you’ve missed having him. The weight of him on top of you, the praise he always whispers in your ear, the way he feels when he touches you and fucks you like no one else can. You’ve missed all of that.

And you barely need the crutches anymore! You’ve been walking just fine without them and Harry has been so vocal about being proud of your progress, but still nothing.

You try to give him hints sometimes but it’s like it completely flies over his head. He’ll just kiss you as if you guys are being watched by the pope and be his normal perfect, “tooth-rottingly” sweet self.

“Missed you so much, angel.” He had just come back from work, tired, but obviously never too tired for his girl, “d’you need anything? You’ve eaten right?” he mumbles while his face is squished cutely into your arm.

“Yes, my love. I’ve eaten. Don’t need anything really. Just you.” And that one was obvious, really obvious, you used that tone you normally use with him when he’s fucking you, you have your hands tangled in his hair and make sure to tug lightly enough to where it feels like an accident, you’re wearing his favorite smelling body oil, you’re even dragging your foot across his thigh for god’s sake. What more does he need? He’s usually ready to go with less.

“Well you’ve got me. Always.” his head shoots up, the curls flopping with it, he grins so happily at you like you aren’t dying from the emptiness of not having him inside you for so long. You might lose it and honestly you can’t even blame yourself for how you’re reacting. He’s just too good to be without it for this long. And you can’t figure out why he doesn’t seem to want to give you what you need. That’s always been his promise after all, that he was going to give me what you needed, always.

So, what in the world is going on now?

It’s been another two weeks. Still no moves from Harry and still seventeen million moves from you (a day). You’re beginning to think that he’s doing it on purpose, and that, that is a dangerous thought. You’re the biggest overthinker you know, and now that the seed is planted in your head that Harry is avoiding your attempts at being intimate with him, it’s spiraling out of control. There’s a big ball of emotion in the pit of your stomach that’s making you feel like shit and you really don’t like the feeling.

You decide to go downstairs and find him, hoping to just talk it out. The whole way down the stairs you’re convincing yourself that it’s all just a big misunderstanding or miscommunication, but your brain is working overtime to convince you that you're being avoided on purpose.

When you hit the last step, you immediately see him, in all his glory. His back is turned to you and he’s wearing a tight black shirt that showcases every muscle in his back and arms. It honestly makes your mouth water. You walk up closer to him when you realize he’s on the phone and your walking slows so you can be quieter. Your hands reach up to touch his shoulder and finally get some of that physical contact you’ve been craving. He puts his hand on yours for a second but then slightly shrugs your hand off of his shoulder. Your heart drops.

Now, normally, you would’ve found it funny, or just chalk it up to him doing something important, or being in a bad mood, but there was only one word running through your head now.

Burden.

The extreme fear you have of feeling unwanted manifests in many different ways. You stumble back from him, while he doesn’t even notice the pain on your face, and you slowly retreat to your room. As soon as you get upstairs, and onto your bed, the waterworks start. You feel so incredibly dramatic but it hurts so much to feel like the only person you want around doesn’t feel the same way you do.

It’s a couple dozen minutes of crying before you hear his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Your door opens a couple moments later and Harry comes in it. The first thing he heard, which stopped him in his tracks, was a sniffle. And then he saw you crying. His heart drops.

“Hey, hey hey. What’s going on?” he rushes over to you with his gentle voice, immediately crouching down to level with where you’re laying on the bed. “Is it hurting, baby? Tell me what’s wrong.”

And he tries to convince you to tell him, for way longer than he should’ve, lots and lots of coaxing, and when you finally told him, it may have been in the least liked way that you were imagining.

“Why won’t you touch me?!” you blurt out, frustration clear as day in your voice. Harry leans back slightly at the shock of your admission.

“Why won’t I…touch you? I–babe what are you talking about?”

“I’ve been trying everything I know of to get you to realize I just need you so badly, but it feels like you’ve been ignoring it. Like you just don’t want to be intimate with me and it feels like I’m a burden or something. I hate feeling like I’m bothering you.”

Harry has a permanent frown on his face when you speak, looking directly into your eyes, following your every move.

After your short rant he looks at you for a moment, he looks away as if he’s in thought, he sighs almost as if he’s relieved, then you watch him…laugh?

“I cannot believe,” he starts, immediately getting up from his crouched position to stand and tower over you. “I cannot believe that you could ever think that I don’t wanna be close to you, or make you feel good, or make you come the way only I can.” his eyes have changed from soft and concerned to intense, but with that familiar glint.

“You really think I’d ever deprive myself of being in between those gorgeous thighs, baby? Really?” his hand softly grazes against your thigh, almost as if to prove his point. Your eyes flutter shut at the faint touch. Finally, you think.

“I’ve only been worried about your ankle. I just wanted to make sure everything was alright before we did anything. You hurt yourself pretty badly baby, didn’t wanna pressure you.”

“Jesus, H. Seriously? I was worried–” you’re cut off when he kisses you deeply, his hand coming up to loosely wrap around your throat. You moan into the kiss and he groans deeply, moving himself so he’s on top of you.

“Thought I taught you better than you not using your words, pretty.” he rasps, his tone soft but condescending. You whimper softly at his words, as he spreads your legs to fit himself between them, rocking his hips to grind himself against you. “Hm? Use your words, baby. You have to tell me what you want.”

That slow grinding is making your mind go fuzzy, it’s been so long and you already feel dizzy with pleasure. “Need to be close. Need you to fuck me.” you mumble. You already feel closer than you have in a long time. The way you’re staying directly into his moss green eyes as his entire body flexes with his movements, the way you can feel his soft pants against your skin.

“Yeah?” and he wastes no time. He kisses down your body slowly, like he’s worshiping you, and makes his way down between your thighs. He spreads you apart slowly like if he wants to savor every moment and when he finally gives you what you want, he gives and gives and gives.

And you just have to sit there and take it while he’s fucking you with his perfect mouth like that, getting his face and your thighs all messy with your arousal, moaning as if he’s the one getting pleasure from it, making you come twice on his tongue despite your squirming and whimpers.

“Have no idea how much I missed your perfect cunt, baby. No idea.”

And when you tried your very best to pull away due to the overstimulation, he tightens his arms around your waist and tugged you back to him harshly with a gruff, “M’not done. Need more.”

And god if you didn’t just die right then.

When he fucked you, it was slow. And you could definitely tell that he missed you just as much as you missed him. Deep and slow strokes that brought the most beautiful sounds out of both of you and had his breath stuttering and eyes fluttering shut.

“You’re so perfect, so wet for me.” he moans softly. Suddenly his eyes open and his brows pull together when he looks down at you, he almost looks…sad.

“Don’t you ever think that I don’t want you like this again, do you understand me?” He punctuates his words with a very purposeful thrust that rubs right against the spot that makes you shake. “I could never be not attracted to you. Never. You’re the only person that has me this fucking gone. How do you not see what you do to me?”

He reassures you the whole time, whispering those praises you missed so much in your ear ang touching you exactly the way he knows you like.

“You’re so fucking good for me, angel. Squeezing me so tight, you missed me hm?”

“Wanna come for me? Is my needy girl gonna soak my cock? Go ahead baby.”

“That’s my girl. Fuck I’ve missed how you feel when you come around my cock like that.”

And when you both finish, he’s extra cuddly. You guys are bundled up in the blankets and it feels like if he were to crawl in your skin it still wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him.

“God I missed you.” he breathes out contentedly.

“Missed you too, H. So much.”

“Also you smell really good, is that my favorite body oil?” he questions with the most adorable smile on his face.

“Now you notice?” you giggle and roll your eyes; he has a confused pout on his face, and you just cuddle up closer to him and let your eyes fall shut.

#harry styles blurb #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles writing #new #h's video diary

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thepunkmuppet · 6 months

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thinking about an alternate season 7 wherein instead of every potential slayer being hunted and then activated, every past slayer gets brought back to life. I don’t really like post-chosen content anyway, but when I do read / look at it the whole slayer academy, everyone’s a slayer thing is really stupid to me ngl 💀

previous slayers, though… nikki wood and xin rong interacting with spike, actually finding out about the slayer before buffy, slayers with different backgrounds and situations and personalities, KENDRA?! I just love it so much.

you’d be able to focus on a relatively small cast of slayers, much like the potentials, throughout the season. this would include buffy, faith, kendra, nikki, and some other american slayers from varying time periods with a couple interesting international characters too (maybe a slayer from ancient greece / rome / egypt, or an anglo-saxon one or something). these are all experienced slayers, so no need to focus on training - it would be more about lore, history and their personal character journeys, assimilating them into society (creating some fun bottle episodes, maybe a day out on the town with dawn and a historical slayer) and trying to figure out why they were all brought back. also, if you want to keep the first as the main villain, then it can look like any one of them because they’re all technically dead, which means you can still have that episode with the dead potential revealing herself as the first and all the mistrust that’s threaded throughout the season.

plus with nikki back, there would be no need for the stupid sleeper agent thing with spike or the ridiculous fight between him and robin. all the same ideas (and the flashbacks to spike’s mum) could still be explored, and in a way better way imo.

I reckon the reason they were brought back would probably be the powers that be (tying nicely into angel ofc) trying to defeat the first. and of course the ending would be this huge battle, as all the slayers from around the world come to sunnydale, and maybe to add some drama they would all disappear and die again when the battle’s done as they have fulfilled their purpose (a classic finale knife to the heart that would have everyone sobbing, especially over nikki and kendra).

there’s also the added thing of like,, I appreciate the show was leaning towards a theme of “hope for the future” with the potentials angle, but literally every other aspect of the season is about harkening back to the past. faith, robin, the first taking the form of previous characters, the high school, the slayer origins, etc etc. so I just think this idea would work so much better with the themes of the season, and tie in really nicely.

and the most obvious perk of this concept is kendra! she was forgotten about so quickly, and this season would really give the writers a chance to redeem themselves for the terrible way poc characters have been treated throughout the show (ignoring what they did to robin. FUCK that but that’s another conversation). I think the show really downplayed how much kendra’s death would have affected buffy, and seeing the two of them interact after buffy has changed so much and kendra’s still the same would be amazing. there’s also the interesting concept that, having been brought back from the dead, kendra still be 17, and therefore closer in age to dawn than to buffy, which could make for some really nice interactions between the two of them. also of course the biggest most exciting thing is having buffy, faith and kendra all interact. they all represent places on a spectrum in terms of personality, and I would LOVE to see kendra and faith interact and how much of a unit they would likely become as a trio.

there’s also the theme of buffy feeling (and being) alone in this season that would hopefully go away, as she would now have dozens of people who truly understand her, giving her a proper support system which I would love to see (season 7 scoobies can actually eat shit btw <3)

so. was this born out of my hatred for insufferable kennedy and the annoying potentials? yes absolutely. do I now want them to rewrite and re-film the entire last season 20 years later? yes absolutely I’m so glad you understand

side note wouldn’t it be sick if in the final battle there’s just this one slo-mo shot where buffy stakes a vamp and through the dust she sees the first slayer looking at her from across the battlefield before she disappears amongst the fight. WHAT it would literally be awesome hello?!

also also other side note sorry but Mother(TM) nikki wood would NEVER kick buffy out of her own house. fuck them kids fr

#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs season 7 #buffy season 7 #btvs s7 #nikki wood #robin wood #kendra young #faith lehane #buffy summers #dawn summers #btvs spike #the first #the first evil #btvs meta #buffyverse meta

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shortnotsweet · 6 months

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growing pains

It’s only been nine years. They’re not in their thirties yet—and won’t be for a while—but it’s worth noting that things are different. Maybe it’s them, maybe it’s the boardwalk, or maybe—well. Logan is a different person than when he was a high schooler. He’s less assured than he was. That could be it. Louise is almost certainly different than she was then, but even now she still hates his guts. Maybe some things don’t change after all.

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Main Episode Outfit Variations

Louise would be into layering, I think. She’s multifaceted, practical, and resourceful. Harsh structure in conjunction with more layered pieces; tendency towards color blocking, but she keeps it sharp. She’d be into casual, pragmatic clothes. If not very structured, she has loose-fitting, draped fabrics like sweatshirts or heavy pants (cargo material, corduroy, denim?)—draped and bulked, but not baggy. Something easy to run and move in; sneakers or combat boots.

Not opposed to dresses. Keeps it compact, simple lines. No frills but does lean into triangle shapes or rectangular blocks. Color blocking => neutrals will take up negative space, highlight colors are accented.

Sticks to main colors (green and pink) for consistency, but relies on neutrals like beige, black, and brown. Less cool-toned than Tina, either spring or autumn coloring. Bright colors are muted with exception of a highlight, usually pink (hat or laces). Green varies from lime to olive to sage to forest, etc. whichever tone is appropriate.

Occasional purple or blue in reference to the snowball fight/sled episode with Logan (he was in blue, Louise was in purple). Louise could lean into purple (imposing, mysterious, feminine but still intimidating) for off-episodes. Not frequent, though; too similar to Tina’s color palette.

Hairstyle options include braids, pigtails, or just loose. I’m growing partial to braids; they feel utilitarian, almost boyish, useful. Could emulate the bunny ears under the cap.

Beanie vs. Baseball Cap. I like the beanie, but to me it lends to this aspect of laziness? Not the worst, but i like the structure and sharpness of the baseball cap. Also obscures the eyes occasionally, or could be worn backwards.

Timeline + Basis

Loosely, 9 years post-canon timeline (ambiguous). Louise is 18, Logan is 25. The age gap is too big for them to feasibly be in high school together, so the second storyboard shot by the lockers is him visiting the high school for some errand (maybe Cynthia needs him to deliver something, maybe he’s got a younger sibling by now?), Louise passes by him in the hallway and doesn’t move to accommodate him (almost slams into his shoulder) and he almost looks back at her but continues on. He recognizes her when he visits the diner, which he later frequents because it’s one of the closest places in town that has good food that’s affordable and keeps him out of the house.

That’s one of the reasons, anyway. He isn’t conscious of it, although Gene picks up on it early on an often gloats to either Louise or Logan, both of whom are baffled or irritated at first. Linda is overly supportive of the idea to the point of humiliation, Bob doesn’t want to think about it and refuses to see it, and Tina writes extremely detailed romance novel drafts about it.

Logan becomes ‘aware’ in the following year, then feels really gross about it and avoids the diner for months until confronted (member of the family is up for debate). Realistically, nothing ‘tangible’ happens between them for three years (kiss? Weird face touch? Jealous outburst? Freudian slip? Something fun, idk [Louise: 22, Logan 29]).

I think Louise regresses at this point, and tries to distance herself like that episode of iCarly when Sam realizes she’s in love with Freddy and literally institutionalizes herself in a mental ward. Very much LALALALALALALALALA I can’t hear you, that didn’t happen. Logan is not feeling great at this point. Heart-to-heart with Bob snaps her out of it.

One more year of slow burn, actual relationship starts (Louise: 23, Logan 30).

Logan gets married, eventually, in his early thirties. Gene is an unintentional omnipresent narrator.

Additional Notes

Keep Logan in primary colors (mostly red or blue), but keep him out of dark neutrals/monotones (no black or charcoal gray), because it’s too heavy of a countermeasure against Louise’s color blocking—too unbalanced.

Decent height difference, although it varies depending on Louise’s shoes (sneakers or platform boots, she’s usually in sneakers in the restaurant). She’s right over his shoulder (?)

Concept comparison of them both around the ages 14-16 are for comparison only. Their ages do not coincide.

Occasional pet names, always mockingly derogatory.

Montage shots of her leaning over the counter while they talk. He used to sit in the booth seats but eventually began sitting at the counter instead. No reason. It means he can talk to her more easily and bother her with less effort.

They’re the kind of couple who publicly argues over the pronunciation of ‘egg’ type beat. Bickering keeps it exciting for them, but they make it a point to apologize in any serious disagreements, usually by the end of the episode. Similar difficulty in admitting when they’re wrong, often attempt to compromise by sharing/taking on blame in some equal capacity. Sometimes this is healthy, sometimes it’s more de-facto.

Mother-in-law beef goes crazy

#louigan #bobs burgers #louise belcher #louise x logan #logan bush #basically logan visits hometown after living some life and getting his education. it’s a little under a decade later and he likes to think #he’s changed for the better #but seeing his childhood home has changed so much unsettles him somehow. at least his archnemesis still hates his guts #for now anyway. gene hasn’t forgotten about his reduction from he was eleven. sure the timings off #but Logan and Louise are going to reconnect and then get married. they’re just a little ahead of a schedule it looks like #my art

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800 is crazy i’m so happy 4 u <3 would you mind doing tara carpenter w a fem reader for the quote “i never thought i’d feel this kind of happiness.”? i just think it’d make a sweet fic and i don’t think anyone’s ever explored this aspect tara’s future in this manner and i need to see her use the quote in a fic before i collapse

thank you!! this was so so fun to write i love tara sm thank u for this request | part of v’s 800 follower celebration!

some days, it takes tara longer to remember. sometimes, it's easier to forget. occasionally, she is haunted by old memories: while she sleeps, when she is alone, at large get-togethers.

this morning, tara's body is tensed. there are goosebumps on her arms despite the not-too-hot, not-too-cold temperature of the room, a chill present that seems to only surround her. she forces herself to relax, presses her cold palms to her face. it gets harder to calm her mind when she realizes the spot next to her is empty.

she's up in an instant, paranoia she's fought against for years threatening to enter extremes.

tara is freezing but she wastes no time reaching for a sweater, settling for the little bit of warmth that her arms crossed over her chest bring. her footsteps are quick as she makes her way into the hallway, the living room, the kitchen. she stops, just a few steps away from you, her brain waking up and catching up to reality.

tara isn't as discreet as she thinks. you turn, feeling a pair of eyes on you, your attention pulled from whatever is cooking in front of you.

"hey!" you say, a little bit of a whine in your voice. "i was going to bring you breakfast."

tara only watches as you walk over, leaning into the feeling of your warm hands on her arms.

"you're freezing," you mumble, wrapping your arms around tara's small frame. she puts her head against your shoulder and sighs, though she doesn't stay there for long; she moves to look at you, a small smile growing on her face as she stares. you're pretty, still wearing a pajama set she'd gifted you.

tara looks just as pretty, hair loose and messy from the tossing and turning she does in her sleep. you lean in to kiss her and tara laughs as she dodges.

"i haven't brushed my teeth yet!"

"then go!" you laugh, grabbing tara's arms before letting her go. "and put on a sweater."

"can i borrow yours?" tara asks with a grin.

you sigh playfully, pressing a kiss to tara's forehead. "fine."

you send tara off and turn to finish breakfast. you'd created quite the spread: cutting strawberries into hearts, making all of tara's favorite breakfast foods, arranging it beautifully.

tara has left the bedroom door cracked open, making it easy for you to slip in without struggling with your occupied hands. you find her in bed, comforter pulled up past her waist, one of your most-stolen sweaters peeking over.

tara lights up when you walk in, moving layers of blankets off of her to create a stable surface for the tray of food you've brought in.

tara waits for you to settle in next to her, moving the tray to sit between the both of you, before indulging. she hands you her praise easily, sending you a look between every bite that shows you how much she loves it.

she feeds you, too, because who is she if not a big ball of cliches?

you steady the last strawberry at tara's lips and she invites the piece of fruit in, her lips catching the tips of your fingers as she bites down.

"you almost bit my fingers off!" you exclaim, though you don't retract them until tara's finished her strawberry.

"i did not," tara grins, turning towards you. "it's not my fault you made everything so good."

your face warms at her compliment and tara moves the now-empty dishes onto the nightstand. that'll be a problem for later. right now, her most pressing concern is getting into your arms as soon as possible.

she's incredibly warm now, though she credits you more than the comforter. you hand her the remote and she scrolls for something to watch, knowing she won't really be paying attention.

tara settles on a show the two of you have seen dozens of times, turning her attention immediately to you. she twists to her side and throws an arm over you, staring at you noticeably enough to pull your eyes away from the television.

you look at tara a little expectantly, your eyes giving her a look only she's familiar with, one trying to gauge if something's wrong. she doesn't mind your concern - instead, she smiles, knowing that right now, there truly is nothing wrong.

but unfortunately, tara is not telepathic, and that quiet question is clear in your eyes.

"nothing's wrong," she assures, her voice quieting into a mumble. "i just... i never thought i'd feel this kind of happiness."

your mouth quirks up. tara isn't usually sappy - your cooking must've been really good. but you pull her even closer, hoping you can show her even an ounce of the love she's brought to you.

"cheesy," you grin, pressing open-mouthed kisses to tara's face - you can't stop smiling.

tara laughs, especially as your kisses turn into exaggerated muahs!

"you deserve it, by the way," you say softly, pausing momentarily. "you deserve all of it and more."

tara quiets. she stares at you, considers what you've said, and then she's the one with her lips all over you.

"i mean it," you manage to say between kisses.

"i know," tara replies, holding your face in her hands. "just can't believe you're real."

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x female reader #scream x reader #scream #jenna ortega #v + tara #v writes #v's 800 follower celebration

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blueaetherr · 1 year

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belle

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!librarian!reader [she/her]

warning(s): tfios references?

summary: the one where jude learns the joys of being a librarian

"I thought you guys wear aprons."

Glancing at Jude, Y/N hung her head back in small yet enjoyable laughter. His joke, as usual, was flat and unfunny yet she couldn't help but indulge in it. Maybe playing with his ego would keep it at bay. She leaned off the library reception and approached Jude, a lanyard in hand. "Comedy is missing out on a special talent, huh," she hummed, placing the lanyard around his neck.

"It's such a shame, really." He glanced over his lanyard and his eyes immediately crinkled from sincere happiness. Today Jude was the library assistant to the librarian, Y/N, and he was required to wear an ID, including his name and picture. His picture, unfortunately, wasn't the most flattering; his eyes were closed and Y/N refused to take another one, declaring the picture as perfect. Somehow, Jude was starting to agree.

"So," Letting out a small breath, he wondered, "What are the tasks for today?"

Y/N took a quick look around the library. It was only late morning so no one was present, yet she still found her mind spinning from all the things she needed done by noon. "Uh, probably just the usual jobs," she explained, returning back to the reception desk to pick up a few boxes from behind it. "You know like unboxing new book orders, maybe some redecorating for the kids' areas— and I see you're not so excited about it."

Her huff of laughter was in response to Jude's facial expression reading boredom and dread. He was so real; he didn't even try to hide what he was feeling. "I can't lie, I don't know how you enjoy this every day," he said, leaning his hands on the desk.

The truth was Y/N loved her job as a librarian. Every aspect of it fascinated her and every day of work always keep her beaming for the next day. And she spoke about this love— such touching and innocent admiration towards her profession to those around her, from her friends and family to Jude.

Living together, Jude heard about this love and admiration all the time. Whenever they would go out on their afternoon walks, whenever he would pick her up after work, during their late night conversations— Y/N always had more to say and it didn't seem like she would be stopping anytime soon.

And while Jude was, of course, happy that Y/N was treated right and always enjoyed her time at work, he never understood what it was she loved about it so much. Day and night, he was the one who would hear and listen to these talks about her job yet he was the one who couldn't seem to grasp how working at a library could make someone's happiness, specifically his girlfriend's happiness stretch so far.

"You just gotta lean into it," Y/N shrugged with a smile. From the many discussions they have shared, she knew her words were no longer enough to prove her point to her partner. Maybe it was all down to the experience to convince him otherwise. She pushed the boxes and a box opener in his direction. "Then maybe you'll see."

So Jude did what she said. He did his best to lean into everything Y/N seemed to love so much; returning borrowed books to their original places, making sure books were neat and organised on their respective shelves, and being of service to those who needed his help (even if he wasn't much help). Still, he wasn't able to grasp the simple fun and enjoyment Y/N felt on the regular.

Jude felt lost, maybe even a bit conflicted that he was seemingly so out of touch with something Y/N admired beyond imagination. He tried to indulge in everything from time to time. He would take small glances at the blurbs of random books or pick up books he thought he might like to read at a later date– maybe classics or horror fiction– yet he still wasn't moved, still hadn't caught onto what was so captivating for Y/N that she could remain in the library all day if she wanted to.

With and without logic, Jude knew he should like the library itself to some degree. His profession as a football player required him to be around others every day, something that naturally brought along noise and chaos. The library provided the perfect safe haven for Jude; it gave him the space to unwind for an hour or so after a long day of training or a match while Y/N would finish up her tasks or even listen to his rants without interrupting, letting him be heard in a space that lacked that noise and chaos.

But the same noise and chaos that could irritate Jude could also keep him at ease. Besides, he loved being a football player and he would never let it go despite its downsides.

Taking a seat by reception, Jude sighed softly as he closed his eyes. The wonder on his mind still remained a wonder. What was it about organising books, stacking books and everything in between that was so fascinating?

By reception, one could see everything and everyone, including Y/N who was occupied by the young adult fiction section. Opening his eyes, Jude let his focus solely fall on Y/N. Maybe watching her be a librarian—doing her job, something she loved dearly—perhaps he could learn a thing or two about this fascination of hers. And eventually, he did.

Her face perked up when the newly ordered books came in the morning, almost dropping the books as she took them out of the delivery book. The excitement present in her eyes when she had finished putting the new book series on display. The happiness she would display, with posture and smiles galore whenever someone new would come in and register for a library card.

The fun she would experience every time she would climb up and slide on the bookcase ladder, returning and collecting books with familiarity. How at ease and relaxed she became when she got to experience the silence of the library in the morning, finding herself sitting comfortably on a bean bag by the kids' section.

Even the lack of silence was something she could experience with some amusement. Because when it was noon and they had to close the library for an hour, Y/N could get into her unpretending element. Like singing SOS with character and innate personality, exaggeration in her hand gestures and head movements, encouraging Jude to join along as they two shared some laughter and solace, taking their time to reorganise the library before it was time to reopen soon.

Of course, Jude thought to himself. His thought process always was so literal. It wasn't simply the tasks of a librarian that his partner enjoyed so much, but rather everything else that came along with it. The books she could read whenever she wanted to, the community she was able to engage with whenever someone walked through the door and the opportunity of freedom both on and off the job; a space where Y/N could be professional yet genuine just accommodated her so well.

And this understanding for Jude came with participation: he joined along too with the loud singing and hand gestures during lunch, he picked up a book and decided to read it at a later date, he shared her love for the community by reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar for the kids during story time, and he pushed her excitement to the edge– almost sending her to tears– when he asked for a library card so he could borrow a book.

"Hey, Y/N?"

"Jude." Her eyes were trained on the book in hand, her focus split between the pages and her partner.

"I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void. And that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed. And that there will come a day when all our labour has been returned to dust. And I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you... sorry.”

A smile flourished across her lips as her gaze drifted from her book to Jude, who was sitting on the table she was sitting at. "You know how to charm a girl for sure," she commented, intertwining their fingers together—a comfortable fit. "You memorised all that for me?"

"Of course," Jude said, his charming smile so wide and full of pride. He wanted to impress his girlfriend with her interests, something that required him to be authentic and knowledgeable for a quick second.

But Y/N knew better; she knew Jude too well. Looking past the way he perfectly recited the book quote, it stuck out to her. Not only because she had read the book and watched the film, but rather she had put that same quote on display some time ago on the wall right behind her, conveniently right in Jude's view to rely on.

Either way, she let Jude rest in his pride and accomplishment to finally engage in her interests. 'Cause at the end of the day, where they could apply to their relationship, he meant every word he spoke as if he was Gus speaking to his Hazel Grace.

By the end of the day, Jude came to realise Y/N was simply a Belle. A princess, obviously, in his eyes and probably in her own right, perhaps even in another life. A rare bibliophile whose wonder for books was extraordinary and delicate; her care for the local community selfless and inspiring; her free spirit alive and rich as a quiet or loud space like a library always just let her do her thing.

So when you put all of that together in one, you get a librarian, a job Jude now knew could source wonderful happiness and delight, he thought as the two headed to their car with plentiful books in hand.

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Silent Night

ao3 //normal masterlist // christmas masterlist

*Summary: Lars and his real girl go to a Christmas party hosted by one of his coworkers

*Rating: +18 for explicit mature content

*Content/Tags: Semi-public blowjob, female dom aspects, orgasm control, holiday party

*Status: Oneshot/Complete

“Welcome!” His coworker greeted the couple standing in the entryway, “Oh this must be the girl you’ve been talking about at work! Lars has said so much about you.”

“Only good things, I hope.” She giggled, hiding her smile behind the back of her hand. Lars looked at his girlfriend with a smile and nodded

“Well come on in.” Their host motioned for them to come in. They walk into the entryway and Lars takes their coats, throwing them into the convenient pile next to the door. She pressed a hand against his back firmly. While the host and her husband walked back into the living room she whispered into Lars ear,

“You remember our rules Lars?”

“Yes.” He shivered

“Good. Let me hear them.”

“I’m yours. I only listen to you.”

“Yes.” She bit the bottom of her lip as he said it in neediest borderline whiny voice

“I can’t react.”

“Yes.”

“I’m subservient to you.”

“Such a good boy.” Her hand works its way underneath his hair and over his ear. She pulled a tiny remote from out of her purse and discreetly pressed the power button. Lars crossed his feet as the toy inside of him slowly pulsed away. It was too slow to really get him worked up, but he knew it’d be uncomfortable for him when she flipped it any higher. “Let’s go have some fun now, okay?”

“Yes dear,” He replied, pressing his lips onto her forehead. With a gentle graze of her hand across his cheek, he wrapped his arm around her back and began to introduce her around the party.

“I’m going to get us a drink, okay?” She broke away from him and flicked the vibrator up two levels. She looked over her shoulder carefully and saw the way that Lars squirmed as he tried to finish his thought. She grinned as she heard his voice catch in the back of his throat, and poured herself a cup of the communal punch. She came back and handed a beer off to Lars who thanked her quietly. She leaned up against Lars, making him shift again to open his stance up a little bit more. His arm hooked back around her and his fingers dug into her side as she “accidentally” turned the vibrator up one more setting. “Did you want some food, love?”

“I’m fine.” His teeth were gritted as he tried to say those words. “You get something if you need to.”

“Okay.” She smiled and kissed his cheek, “I’ll go in a moment.”

“Okay.” He went to sit down at the side of the room. Just somewhere he could get away with letting his eyes roll to the back of his head and suppress a moan. She stood over him and feigned concern for his condition. He crossed his legs and took a sip from the can. He looked at the can and jittered a bit.

“You’re not doing a very good job.” She whispered, “You want to cum when we get home, don’t you?”

“Yes.” He bit down on his lip

“Then act like it.”

“Okay.” He stood back up and she turned it up again for him. He desperately resisted the urge to rut against the wall. She saw the sweat starting to collect at his hairline and smiled as she kissed him. His lips quivered ever so lightly as she broke the contact. He needed more of her. She still had at least two more levels to go up on the vibrator before she got tired of toying with Lars, but Lars couldn’t focus on anything but his need to have her hands roaming all over his body. Her touch. Her breath swept along his skin. He whimpered and felt himself start to leak into his boxers. His eyes went wide and tried to think of something chaste to make sure he didn’t displease her.

“Oh honey.” She rubbed his back, “You normally last so much longer, but I guess you couldn’t help yourself.”

“I couldn’t…” He whined

“Let’s get back to the car.” She moaned into his ear and he practically ran to grab their coats. She made the rounds across the party to apologize, and said Lars just wasn’t feeling too well. He wrapped her coat around her shoulders and they said a quick ‘bye’ to the host. He walked down the steps leading to the driveway and she turned it up one more level as he made a dash to the car. He unlocked the door to the back and she slid in next to him. Her hand rested in the center of his lap as she leaned in to give his cheek a quick peck. She playfully palmed his bulge in the jeans just to see how close he was to cumming. He let out a grunt and bucked up into her hand. She smiled and slowly unzipped his fly, letting his cock pop out of his pants. She lowered herself so her mouth could wrap around his dick. The warmth of her mouth made him pull on her hair as her head bobbed up and down and back again. He leaned back against the seat more and bucked his hips up carefully. She used her hands to keep his body down, and looked up at him. From the way his moans kept getting broken by needy breaths, she knew he was close. She kept at her current tempo until Lars threw his head back and moaned as he felt a bead of cum drip from his dick and onto her tongue. She swallowed every last drop until Lars was soft again. She pulled away, laid her head on his shoulder and rested a hand over Lars’ belly. He carefully zipped himself back up before wrapping his arms tightly around her.

“Love you Lars.” She smiled

“Love you too.” He kissed her head and fixed her hair, turning it into a beautiful waterfall across his sweater. He kissed her head once more before letting his eyes flutter shut. She’d probably have to drive the two of them home, but he felt safe with her.

#my writing #my fic #fanfiction #lars lindstrom #lars lindstrom x reader #lars and the real girl #lars lindstrom smut #not s f w 💀#12 days of Goosemas #ryan gosling #ryan gosling character #fanfic

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nonnienonnon00 · 5 months

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Maya and Carina Season 7 potential story line.

For some reason we've never had a scene where Maya has to save Carina. And I just feel that's not ok. We need our wives in a scene like that. Also Stefania needs more screen time. Anyway here's a scene I would love to see tied in with the baby storyline. Anyone know how we can get these potential storylines to the writers lol.

Opening scene

We're at Maya and Carina's apartment. There's shuffling going on in the kitchen. Carina moves around Maya as she tries to ready her wife's coffee for the day. Maya smiles at her wife. Maya has never felt so taken care of before Carina came into her life. She loves every second of it. This nurturing aspect of Carina's personality that will surely fall upon on their kids.

"You know you don't have to make my coffee every morning. I mean, thank you, but you don't have to do it."

Carina pours in the half and half for Maya, turns and cheekily says,

"Bambina, I cannot have you drinking that sad excuse of coffee that you make."

Maya snickers at Carina and grabs her around the waist,

"Ouch! You'd think after all these years you'd be nicer to me."

Carina rests her forearms over Mayas shoulders,

"Well where's the fun in that."

Maya laughs. Her hands slide from her wife's waist to her belly. It had been a few weeks since they did the implantation. Using Andrew's sperm was a worry for Maya but they managed to talk it out thoroughly and came to an understanding. The treatments for Mayas egg retrieval were harsh on her own body but even now knowing that baby DeLuca-Bishop could be potentially developing in Carina, gave Maya all kinds of warm feelings in her body.

"How are you feeling? We're almost at the point of taking a test."

Carina nodded, her eyes glazed over. From all the tests they'd done in the past, this one felt bigger in so many ways.

"I'm nervous. It's a good kind of nervous though if that makes any sense. I'm..."

Her mind felt too full so she just took a deep breath and looked at Maya.

Maya nodded. She knew the pressure must've felt too much but she was going to support her wife no matter what.

"Whatever happens we have each other. We'll have our family one way or another. Trust me."

Maya leaned in, pulling Carina to her body to kiss her with all her might. Her hands moved from Carina's back down further until they grabbed a handful of her wife's ass.

"Hmmm, getting handsy there Bishop."

Maya couldn't help herself,

"OH I'm sorry my hands must've slipped. No idea how they landed there."

Carina laughed and kissed Maya harder, her tongue grazing her lips wanting more. Sadly her phone rang and the moment was cut short. She reached behind Maya to answer, though Maya's hands didn't leave her ass.

"This is Dr DeLuca. Oh hi Stella, yes of course. We're definitely still on for today. I should be there within the hour. Caio."

Carina cut the call and looked at her wife with a sigh,

"I have to go. I'm doing an at home visit for a patient. She's due in a couple weeks."

Maya nodded and then reluctantly let go off her wife's beautiful behind. She rested her hands on her belly one more time,

"OK, maybe when I get back from my shift we can go out get a nice dinner maybe a movie?"

Carina looked down at her wife's hands,

"YES! I'd like that very much. We can make out in the back row of the cinema"

They both laughed then got their bags together to head out for their work day.

They parted with another kiss at the door, walking down to their cars and drove off in different directions.

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Cut scene to Station 19 crew answering a call of a major fire at an apartment building.

Andy gathered the crew and sectioned them off.

Maya and Jack both tasked with civilian extraction. They entered the building clearing it out floor by floor.

Jack broke down the door to an apartment that didn't look to be evacuated as yet. Upon entering he saw a pregnant woman on the floor of her lounge passed out. The fire was spreading around her into the other rooms.

"Cap we have a pregnant woman passed out here. We need the aid car bringing her down now."

Jack picked her up whilst Maya tried her best to clear the rest of the floor.

They both got out in time with the pregnant woman. She got placed in the triage section with Montgomery and Warren tending to her, she came too, a moment later coughing.

Warren tried to place an O2 mask on her but she pushed it away,

"Did you get her as well? Please tell me you got her..."

Warren looked concerned,

"Mam we need you to calm down and put this mask on. We have to check on you and your baby."

Maya stood over the pregnant woman trying to help. She was concerned that maybe there could've been someone else in that apartment.

The pregnant woman cried out again,

"You have to go check on her. Please! She went into my bedroom to get blankets but the fire was moving so fast. Something fell on her. I think? I'm not sure. You have to go back for her."

Warren tried to placate the woman he could tell that the stress would not be good for the baby,

"Mam was there someone else in your apartment with you?"

The woman held onto Warren's hand,

"Yes, Dr DeLuca. She came over to give me an at home exam. Oh my God. Please you have to go back for her."

In that moment Maya's heart froze. Her whole body froze. The entire team looked at her. She registered the fear in their eyes.

Maya stuttered out,

"Stella?"

"Yes that's my name. Please you have to go help Dr DeLuca."

Maya's body moved without any thought.

No.

This can't be happening.

Not Carina.

Not her wife.

Not her possibly pregnant wife.

She ran towards the building. No thought on her mind but Carina. The windows on one of the floors blew out. Glass landing everywhere.

Jack grabbed her and tried to hold her back.

"Maya the building is collapsing."

She pushed against him, he pulled her back. With all her might she pushed harder until he fell off balance and landed on the ground.

"That's my wife! If you think I'm not going in you're out of your fucking mind."

She ran back into the building grabbing an axe on the floor as she went.

The entrance to the apartment building catching on fire behind her not allowing anyone else to go in after her.

Maya ran up the emergency stairs floor after floor. Nothing but Carina on her mind. Her beautiful kind loving Carina. Her wife. Her whole heart. She gave Carina her heart a long time ago. She ripped it out of her chest and handed it over without a second thought. The pain was unbearable but Maya knew she needed to concentrate to save her wife.

She entered the apartment. The fire was spreading fast. She looked to the only bedroom in the apartment it's doorway closed off by debris and fire. She grabbed the small fire extinguisher in the kitchen and aimed it at the doorway. Hacking through the debris with the axe she entered the room.

Carina lay on the floor passed out. Fire around her. Maya's heart broke in that moment. She looked so small so fragile.

"Carina. Carina."

She knelt down and turned her wife over. A deep gash across her forehead seeped blood onto her beautiful face.

Maya couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her heart broke. She immediately checked Carina's airways. She was breathing thank God. Maya spoke into her comm on her shoulder.

"Andy I have her. I need an aid car stat!"

Maya removed her jacket and placed it over Carina's body. She would do anything to keep her safe even sacrificing her own body in the flames. She placed her mask over Carina's face, then reached under Carina's legs and back, picking her up bridal style. The memory passed through Maya's mind of that moment when they got back together after months apart. She carried her wife over the threshold in all the chivalry she had in her.

"I've got you. I'm gona get you out of here. You're safe with me."

Maya held her wide tight and began making her way out of the building. All the years of exercise and training came in hand for Maya. It wasn't easy carrying Carina but she pushed through. Burning her forearms as she made her way down the stairs and back out of the lobby of the building.

Maya ran with Carina in her arms towards Warren. She knew only he could check Carina out and make sure she's OK.

"Bishop I got her, I got her. Let me take a look."

Maya didn't want to leave her wife's side. Carina was placed on a gurney and then taken into the aid car. She didn't even think twice before jumping in with Carina and Warren. She didn't care that she was about to leave a scene and would probably get a mouthful from Andy. That was the least of her worries.

Warren hooked Carina's almost lifeless body up to the monitors and passed an IV into her arm. Maya looked on in fear. She reached for Carina's hand and kissed it, tears streaming down her face.

"You're gona be ok. You hear me. I'm gona be make sure. I'll protect you, I promise. Just hold on we're almost there."

Maya looked up,

"Ben why isn't she waking up. She's breathing normally right?"

"She hit her head pretty bad. We need to get her to Grey Sloan. They'll take a look. Maya she's going to wake up and be ok."

Maya nodded but the tears continued down her face,

"She might be pregnant. I don't know. We were planning on taking a test soon. She can't leave me, Ben. I won't survive without her."

Ben looked at Maya with sad eyes and reached over to hold Maya's shoulder.

They pulled up at Grey Sloan. Bailey was standing at the ER entrance. Ben ran it down for her as they looked over Carina's body. Maya attempted to walk in with Bailey,

"You can't come with us Bishop. You have to trust us to take care of her."

Maya wanted to protest but she knew she couldn't.

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Cut to Maya pacing the waiting room. Hoping and praying that she receives word about her wife.

Bailey walked in with a smile on her face. Maya instantly let out a breath.

"She's ok. She's awake and responsive. She getting a CT scan that bang on her head wasn't good at all. But from our exam we can see that She's going to be just fine. You'll be able to take your wife home by tomorrow Bishop. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have my number OB here."

Maya breathed out deeply,

"Thank you, Bailey. Thank you so much. Can I see her?"

Bailey nodded and walked with Maya to Carina's room.

Maya entered the room and immediately went to Carina's side.

"Hey, you're awake. Gosh, babe, you really scared me."

Carina leaned into Maya's hand that caressed her cheek.

"You got me out. You saved me. Bambina."

There was a cry in Carina's voice. Maya's throat felt tight,

"Of course I did. I told you, you're safe with me. I'll always protect you. You hear me. Always. I don't know what I would've done if..."

A slight cry left Maya's throat.

An intern walked in with charts and handed it to Bailey,

"OK so your results look good. CT came back. You have a concussion so you're going to stay the night for observation and there will no excuses thats an order. You also have slight smoke inhalation so you're keeping that O2 on you hear me. But other than that it's safe to say that you 3 can be out of here by tomorrow midday."

Maya smiled at Carina and kissed her fingers again, she registered what Bailey said but something didn't make sense,

"Wait. You 3?"

Carina turned to look at Bailey also confused.

"Yes, Bishop. You both and baby DeLuca-Bishop should be good to go tomorrow."

Bailey said it almost like it was something obvious. Maya turned to Carina and they both smiled so big at each other.

In that moment, that very second that the knowledge passed over them was the immediate moment their family had officially started.

#maya and carina #maya bishop #marina #carina deluca #maya x carina #carina x maya #station 19 #station19 #fanfic

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springtime-creations · 5 months

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Longwinded over-explanation as to why I DON'T think these Wanderful PreCure leaks are real or at the very least not be taken as 100% accurate if they are real.

POTENTIAL SPOILER FOR WANDERFUL PRECURE AHEAD!

As someone who's been into PreCure for almost a decade, and has been studying art in an informal setting (self taught artist go brrr) I've noticed some issues with these leaks.

First is obviously the names. Never in the entire history of PreCure have we had a cure whose name lines up with the title. No Cure Smile in Smile, no Cure Suite in Suite, no Cure Fresh in Fresh- you get my point. Cure Wonderful is a highly suspect name, however could still be real as PreCure is always experimenting. Cure Friendy on the other hand is WAY more egregious. Friendy isn't a word, and PreCure isn't known for making mistakes that bad. But it could have either slipped through the cracks OR as these photos look like prototypes that were meant to be destroyed, it's possible Friendy is a typo and she's meant to be Cure Friend, Cure Friendly, or an idea my phone gave me via autocorrect Cure Trendy. Any of which could fit my theorized theme of dog styling or the latter to with a blanket theme of dogs. But they could also be placeholder names. Fake names used to differentiate the characters before they're ready to start publishing their real names.

Secondly is the design. Although I'm not classically trained (see above for self taught artist go brrr) I have a good grasp on art fundamentals via independent study. I was wondering why the designs looked so off to me, and outside of it looking like it was traced off of Aikatsu, I realized that these silhouettes SUCK. Having a strong silhouette is an important aspect of making an identifiable cartoon character. Case and point, a few previous seasons compared with these leaks:

(Pardon the rough nature of the silhouettes, I had to make my own on my phone) without the details, I have no idea what I'm looking at with these designs. With previous seasons, the silhouettes themselves gave us an idea of the vibes or even themes for the upcoming season. Here though? I mean my crappy silhouette of Cure Wonderful made her pigtails look like a cat sitting on her head when I asked my boyfriend for input. These silhouettes are incredibly weak with their long hair basically ruining their design by hiding their dresses. Fun fact! These are the same issues I had with Colgate-chan- oh sorry Alear from Fire Emblem Engage that made me think those were fake too. The minor details were the only thing that separated them from other characters since their silhouette was awful.

Now weak silhouettes aren't always a crime against art, however for a piece of media that is meant to sell toys, is in animation, and for children? Yeah no you need a strong silhouette for the audience to easily identify. The only reason such a weak silhouette would work in PreCure is because no other Cure has one this bland. You can tell which PreCure is Cure Wonderful because "oh that's the least fun looking one". Since her charm comes from the details you can't see when it's just her silhouette, that means that although they're all still cute, they could have been MUCH cuter, which Toei is typically really good at.

So in conclusion, are these definitely fake? I'm not sure. Given these products were probably taken home without permission from the manufacturer, it's possible these leaks are one of three things.

1. An INCREDIBLY well done fake leak, potentially by Toei themselves since they do that sometimes.

2. Real prototypes made with VERY early drafts of the characters and placeholder names that were intended to be destroyed once the designs/names got updated.

3. This is the real deal and this is going to be a fairly weak season in terms of aesthetic.

I'm personally leaning towards 1 or 2 since PreCure usually has higher standards of production. But hey, this is just my theory regarding these leaks. I know one of my girlfriends loves Cure Friendy, and I'm always here for more green rep in PreCure. I'm still excited for this season even if the aesthetic might be a bit weak. If there's anything I've learnt from PreCure, it's that even the most casual of seasons can get real dark real quick and somehow still work. Didn't Cure Grace literally leave someone to die... idk I haven't been able to watch a full PreCure season since like Go! Princess first came out 😭 fuck I'm getting old-

#wonderful precure leaks #wonderful precure theory #wonderful precure spoiler #wonderful precure #precure 2024 #theory #hyperfixation #over analyzing #art analysis #design analysis #wanderful precure #wanderful precure 2024

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queseraone · 2 months

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Writer’s ask game: anything you haven’t already been asked or answered

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4. How do you channel characters' voices and personalities? I watch scenes over and over again, and honestly I find reading other fic helpful. This sounds awful, but reading examples of something that isn't in their voice or matching their personality makes it clearer when it's right.

6. Do you prefer writing shorter, standalone fics or longer, multi-chapter stories? I definitely lean toward one-shots. (And let me just call myself out here... I've written one multi-chapter fic and it's been sitting unfinished for 5+ years 🙈) So if I was to try to tackle another multi-chapter idea, I'd need to have a clear vision for how to have it play out.

8. Do you have any rituals or habits that help you get into the zone? No, but I really should try to create some lol.

9. Have you ever collaborated with someone else on a fic? Yes! It's a fun challenge and I'm excited to do it again!

13. What's the most challenging aspect of writing fanfiction for you? Feeling confident in my ideas. That feels like a stupid thing to say, but I struggle with coming up with ideas for stories. If I have a vision, I can (usually) execute it, but so often I find myself questioning if an idea is worth writing or not. (Also summaries, they're a bitch!)

16. How important is it to you to stay true to the original creator's vision while writing fanfiction? It's extremely important to me. To me, that's the whole point of fanfiction - you love the characters enough that you want to play with them! If you throw their original characterizations out the window, you're just writing original fiction and plugging in the characters' names. [steps down from soapbox]

17. What's the most memorable comment or review you've received on one of your fics? Oh man, can I say all of them??? I truly cannot express how much joy a comment brings, and I absolutely go back and re-read them when I'm feeling down about my writing. My favourite is when someone quotes my work back at me, I swear it makes my face hurt from grinning so hard!

19. What's the most unusual or unique setting you've used? I guess the ski cabin because it's so far removed from Los Angeles?

20. How do you approach action sequences or intense moments? Action scenes are scary, and I'm not super keen on tackling that again - but I will say what helps is (I sound like a broken record on this point) having someone you can bounce things around with, and (as stupid as this sounds) blocking it. I mimed kicking my husband down the stairs to figure out where Lucy's foot would connect with her attacker (and good thing I did, because it was way higher up than I'd guessed!)

22. What role does humor play in your writing? Do you enjoy adding comedic elements to your fics? I don't consider myself a funny person. I try to inject humour into my writing sometimes (depending on the situation), but I'm not sure it's super successful!

23. How do you write endings for your fics? Do you prefer open-ended or conclusive conclusions? I hate endings. Hmm maybe this is my answer for #13. I think sometimes you go into a fic knowing exactly how you want it to end (sometimes even down the closing line), and other times I find myself circling the drain, totally lost on the right way to close it. The story never really ends as far as I'm concerned, so I lean more open-ended I guess? Especially since I tend to write more missing moments.

24. What advice would you give to someone who wants to start writing fanfiction? Don't be afraid to ask for help. Check your grammar (little things like your/you're go a loooong way). And please make sure you're spelling characters' names correctly... But truly just go for it. There's an audience out there for pretty much everything!

26. How do you approach plot twists or surprises in your fics? So I'm absolutely evil and absolutely live for this kind of moment. I still feel a sense of (villainous) pride over the plot twist I threw into the end of the opening chapter of an old fic. It's fun keeping people on their toes!

27. What two (or more) fandoms would you like to see a crossover for? Would you ever write it? Do I have to pick? Because I'm truly not a fan of crossover fics, especially between fandoms! And I don't really watch many other shows right now, so it's hard to say. Chenford getting called in to break up a fight between queens on RuPaul's Drag Race? That's the best I can come up with!

29. Are there any characters, relationships, or general character dynamics you've never written about but would like to try? Nearly everything I've written in this fandom is jut Tim and Lucy. Other characters' involvement has ranged from minimal to nonexistent, so I think it would be fun to play with that more. Top of my list would be to write more Tim and Angela moments, because they're my favourite relationship outside of Chenford.

30. How do you handle writing multiple storylines or subplots? I've never tried!

31. Do you prefer writing from a single character's perspective or switching between different viewpoints? I think I prefer picking a single character and writing from their perspective (still in the third person though), but I'm certainly not opposed to switching back and forth.

32. Have you ever participated in fanfiction contests, challenges/fests? YES! @chenfordsecretsanta, we'll see y'all again next year! And I participated in Chenford Week for the first time last summer!

33. How do you incorporate world-building elements into your fics? I haven't really done this, I tend to just stick within the show's universe.

34. Are there any fic writing tips or tricks you've learned along the way that you'd like to share? If you're unsure about dialogue, say it out loud. It's weird but highly effective. And for the love of god, if you wake up in the middle of the night with an idea (because that's always when it happens) make the note. No, you will not remember it in the morning.

Now I need a fucking nap, holyyyyyy. If you've made it to the end, congratulations, you deserve a trophy 🏆

#asked and answered #fic writer ask game #ask games #roguetwelve

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vivisection-and-vampyrism · 5 months

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Home Sweet Home part three

Content Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, Burns, Muzzling, Restraints, Murder Plots, Vampire whumpees, Human whumper, and some really really fucked up romance

October descended the stairs before Falkner, and took its place kneeling on the floor. As always, a couple rats scampered over to sniff at its hands. Hopefully it could get food for them later.

It looked up reverently at Falkner as he descended the stairs, and leaned casually against the closest wall.

His many braids hung loosely around his shoulders, adored with shiny brass beads. October loved his hair, and tended to be very distracted by it, among other aspects of his appearance.

"Has October told you the rules?" Falkner asked, casually leaning against the crumbling wall.

"Yes sir," Pavel squeaked.

October wasn't fond of Pavel's voice. He really did squeak. Like a mouse. But mice were far cuter when they did it. He sounded utterly pathetic.

"I will take your restraints off when you swear to behave. One slip-up and they're going back on."

"I promise to behave," Pavel said, not wasting a minute before responding.

"I swear," Odessa said. Her voice was as soft as she could make it, which really meant she sounded like she wanted to tear out Falkner's eyes instead of his heart. "...Thank you."

"Stand against the wall, both of you."

Odessa and Pavel stood facing the wall, their respective angry and fearful expressions now out of sight. Falkner didn't unlock their restraints right away, instead waving the key in front of October's face.

"You do it. Now."

October grabbed the key. It was silver, of course. Every metal object of Falkner's seemed to be. But it still held the key tightly, trying to get this over with as quickly as possible.

It unlocked Pavel's chains first, and left them where they fell on the ground. No point touching more silver than it had too, when white-hot blisters were already forming on its delicate fingertips. Then it released Odessa, much less happy to harm itself for her sake than for Pavel's.

"Thank you, angel." Falkner held out his hand palm up.

"You're welcome, darling." October dropped the key in his hand, relieved to be done with this simple task.

Falkner slipped the key in his pocket. He didn't seem concerned with the restraints lying on the floor. In all likelihood, he would leave them there as a tripping hazard until they were needed. He did stuff like that a lot.

"Did you need anything else?"

"No." October smiled. "Don't you worry about me. I'm having plenty of fun with my new friends."

"I'm playing host to a few people later. I expect you to join me."

"I wouldn't dream of missing one of your parties."

October thought the burn on its forehead would never heal, with how Falkner's silver lip piercing grazed the same spot with every goodbye kiss. But no amount of suffering could mitigate how warm inside his affection made it feel.

Then it was left alone again. But not even in a proper solitude, which it could use to contemplate its existence or deal with hypersexual episodes by masturbating. No, it was alone with two newbies who were staring at it like dumbasses.

"What are you looking at?" it grumbled. "Want me to do a trick or something?"

Pavel rubbed his wrists, worsening the damage the restraints had done in an attempt to sooth it. His flesh had twisted and melted under the silver, blackening in an almost necrotic fashion.

October had to resist the urge to bite down on the burn and tear up his flesh with its teeth. Modern humans called such things "stimming". October prefered the term "finding satisfaction for sadistic urges".

"Now to get out of here." Odessa walked boldly to the bottom of the staircase, peering up at pad-locked the silver door. "Any idea on how to get past that?"

"I would have thought of it eight years ago if there were a way," October said sarcastically. "My recommendation is to give up. Very simple."

"Simple, maybe. But definitely not helpful."

"Besides, you heard what Falkner said. He's having people over later. I'm sure they'll find you extremely annoying. Why not try playing that situation by ear?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Pavel asked. "Falkner said he wanted you there, not us. It isn't like he's going to let us upstairs."

"Isn't it obvious?" October smiled, feeling a bit wicked. "He's going to invite over a few vampire hunters. You know, to show y'all off to. If you're gonna misbehave, now is the time to do it. They'll kick your ass seven ways 'til Sunday."

"Isn't the expression seven ways to Sunday?" Odessa asked.

October rolled its eyes. "Who gives a fuck?"

Pavel spaced out for a moment, then rubbed his temples, looking confused. "What vampire hunters is he bringing over?"

"Eh, probably his hunting teammates." October examined its nails, feigning boredom. "Hydra, Crawford, Ivor… Maybe Isolde. Not that those names mean anything to you."

"Ivor is the name of that hunter that captured us!" Odessa shouted. "I do not want to see him!"

"I'll admit that I don't like him very much either. No sense of humor. But I never said that you got a choice in the matter."

Odessa crossed her arms. "Do you have to be such a bitch all the tine? I don't need you to solve our problems, I just need a little fucking sympathy."

"Oh boohoo," October mocked. "How about having a little sympathy for me? I've been here for almost a decade. I've been tortured, beaten, almost murdered-" It took and deep breath. "And for what? So some nobody can come down here and act like she knows better than I do? Believe me, you don't."

Odessa looked truly ashamed of herself. "I'm sorry. It's hard to forget that you aren't our enemy."

"Is it?" October sneered, feeling more superior than ever.

"When you have that attitude, yes. You're trying to get me to give up, and I refuse. So, you're either on our side or on Falkner's."

"That isn't fair either," Pavel interjected. "October has been on their own- sorry, its own, for eight years. It isn't used to looking out for other people. The same way we're used to only looking out for each other."

"When did you get so eloquent?" October asked. "You don't sound like you did earlier."

"...I dont know. But I know I'm right."

"Fine." Odessa threw her hands in the air. "None of us play well with others. I get it. But if us three vampires can get along for at least a little while, we can kill that fucking hunter and get the hell out of here."

During its first year or two spent here, October had thought of nothing other than murdering Falkner, escaping his grasp after leaving his body nothing more than a broken husk. But now… The idea filled it with dread. What would it do without him?

For better or for worse, he was the love of its life. They needed each other.

"I'll try to help you," October lied. "But all this… trauma, well, it's hard to get over."

Without wauting for permission, Pavel crushed October in a hug. His affection was supremely unexpected. October instinctually seized up, ready to defend itself. But after realizing what was happening, it couldn't help but melt into the embrace.

This misguided show of comradery was almost enough to make October wish for someone, anyone in the world, who would care for it as much as Falkner.

Taglist: @sulnusoup13 @heavenlyeden @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @excessive-vampires @pigeonwhumps

#Hart rambles #Home Sweet Home #Whump #Whumpblr #Whump writing #Whump series #Vampire whump #Dark comedy #Vampire whumpee #Multiple whumpees #Human whumper

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wh0refornikolailantsov · 1 year

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Prompt: “Stop, you're gonna hurt yourself.”

Song: Guiding Light - Mumford & Sons

For Tolya x Reader please!!

Catch Me - Tolya Yul Bataar

Content Warnings: Dumbass™ Behaviour, Idiot Self Endangerment? No Beta/Proof Reading.

Tamar smiles as she wins another round. She is cheating, like she always does when her brother isn't playing. And you are keeping a respectable distance because as fun as it is to watch everyone fall down to Tamar, you did not want to be pulled into a game. A sure way to lose more than a little bit of your wages.

Tamar lets her eyes flicker over to you, she feels you watching. "Want to play?" she asks. You shake your head. She gives you a jovial dismissive wave. "Tolya is up on deck, I think he is making sure the navigator doesn't fall asleep again."

"I should go check on them," you say, realising that Tolya has probably recited most of Rabinov’s work by now and as much as you find Tolya's love of poetry a charming aspect of his character, you know how quickly others tire of it.

You pass Sturmhond on your way up and he throws you a smile, you give him a nod. He gives a nod upward, a clear a signal as any other, you nod letting him know you know and he gives you a grin before shrugging and continuing his way.

You find Tolya, sat by the mast, and the navigator staring at the sky like he is talking silently to the Saints. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he says.

"Always," Tolya replies before you get the chance.

"And I am never anything less than glad to see you as well," you tell him. Tolya takes a step away from the mast and walks the distance to meet you. You turn, rest your arms on the side of the ship, staring out across the ocean.

"Did Tamar send you to check on me?" he asks. You smirk.

"No, I thought I would do that of my own volition," you assure him. "I missed you too much."

"I am very missable," Tolya agrees.

"So, Captain stick you with watch duty?" you ask.

"Volunteered," Tolya leans forward, resting besides you. "I haven't been getting much sleep of late."

"The ocean being unkind to you?"

"The ocean is a home just like any other, some belong, some leave,"

"And some it does smother," you nod. You didn't have what you would call sea legs exactly, the ocean wasn't always the kindest to you, and the water... it didn't scare you, but you knew very well just what the ocean can do.

You look out at the way the waters are calmer than you thought they'd be, they're disarming. "I want to do the gunwale walk," you say nodding.

Tolya's laugh is silvery against the cool night air and it only encourages you, and he sees that as you hold out a hand. "You're not serious," he says. You nod emphatically.

"Your hand?" you ask, and he gives it to you, giving the support you need to climb up onto the boats side. But the look he gives you is not one of approval. You hold out your arms and gain the balance between the gentle wind and the soft swaying of the water. "It's the right time for it." You lose your balance a little as the gunwale dips down to a lower part of the deck. You see how quickly Tolya reaches for you, but you steady yourself before he needs to hold you still.

"Stop, you're going to hurt yourself." His words are warning but his tone is light. You're having fun, and he loves seeing you have fun. Tolya is convinced he never sees you quite as joyful as when it's just the two of you, and you relax, and are just completely yourself. He wishes he could see it more often. He wishes he could see it always.

"No, I won't," you say, a sing-song element in your voice that makes your words carry with bubbly conviction across the ships nearly empty deck, "besides, it's not like you'd let me fall."

He tilts his head to the side a little, not in a nod exactly but the pursed smile gives away that he agrees with you. He wouldn't let you come to harm, he knows that.

Tolya watches you walk the length of the gunwale and you turn to walk back, grinning at yourself. "Your balance is getting better."

"You doubted me?" You ask. The ocean sways a little harder, almost as if you respond to your overzealous confidence and rocks your balance. You lose your footing and you try to swing yourself towards the deck but you needn't bother, Tolya's arms are quick to catch you, one arm around your waist to pull you back onto the safety of the decking and one on your back to save you from falling backward.

"See," you say, catching your breath enough to tilt your face up and look at him. He looks down at you with a knowing smile.

"You cannot rely on me to always catch you," he says.

"I can."

"Yeah, you can."

#shadow and bone #tolya #tolya x reader #tolya yul bataar #grishaverse #six of crows #tolya and tamar #fluff #nikolai lantsov #tolya my darling i adore you #tolya yul bataar fluff

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