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#this is so dumb but I I just had to share šŸ˜‚
lewisvinga Ā· 2 months
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oh, thats not | alex albon x fem! verstappen! reader
summary; after some paparazzi photos come out, everyone goes into a frenzy thinking max is cheating on kelly. turns out, itā€™s just his sister, y/n, who is actually dating another driver
fc; kennedy walsh
warnings; cursing
notes; requested ! had to do alex šŸ„“
taglist; @namgification
masterlist !
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maxverstappen1: my SISTER. look at my SISTER. sheā€™s my SISTER. i was out for lunch with my SISTER for her BIRTHDAY and KELLY was in the BATHROOM.
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yourusername: why these pics of me couldnā€™t u have chosen something cuter
maxverstappen1: you forced me to watch spongebob square pants bc your little boyfriend got you hooked on it, deal with it
yourusername: he is taller than u actually šŸ¤“
yourusername: the fact yall thought i was dating max is so disrespectful to me, how dare you guys think iā€™d date someone who looked like THATšŸ¤¢
maxverstappen1: WEā€™RE LITERALLY TWINS????!!
yourusername: wah wah
username: omg it was his sister ???šŸ˜­
username: but the girl was blonde???
yourusername: dyed my hair orange hours later + the photo was weeks ago + but max is so obsessed w his cool little sister that he always takes pictures of mešŸ¤“
maxverstappen1: no itā€™s bc you do dumb shit all the time
kellypiquet: appreciate everyoneā€™s concern but y/nā€™s like my sister šŸ˜‚šŸ©·
yourusername: love you & p šŸ’“ ( not max )
maxverstappen1: i canā€™t believe i shared a womb with you.
username: wait sheā€™s so funnyšŸ˜­šŸ˜­
username: LMFAO IT WAS HIS SISTER THE WHOLE TIME??
username: sheā€™s so pretty but she has a ā€¦ boyfriend šŸ’”šŸ’”šŸ’”šŸ’”
alex_albon: interesting ā€˜little boyfriendā€™ you mentionedā€¦
maxverstappen1: hilarious, right?
username: suspiciousā€¦
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alex_albon: MY girlfriend. my GIRLFRIEND. she is MY GIRLFRIEND..
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yourusername: ALEX THE 4TH PICTURE?? WHYā€™RE YOU ACTING LIKE MAX
alex_albon: ur just so silly n cute
yourusername: awwwwšŸ˜ž
maxverstappen1: but when i say ur silly you hit my head
yourusername: you call me a dumb bitch. there are levels to it.
maxverstappen1: well yes, you are a dumb bitch!
yourusername: oh thatā€™s not
maxverstappen1: STOP CALLING KELLY TO MAKE P DO YOUR EVIL DOINGS
yourusername: love you BOYFRIEND
alex_albon: love you GIRLFRIEND
username: AND SHES DATING ALEX??
username: omg is that her catšŸ˜£šŸ˜£
username: wait theyā€™re so cute
kellypiquet: come by for dinner soon! maybe this time without max threatening you?
alex_albon: without the threatening would be nice, heā€™s just salty that iā€™m taller than him and that iā€™m dating his sister
maxverstappen1: ur not good enough for her + i am a 3x wdc + L + ratiošŸ˜
yourusername: ur both LOSERS whom i LOVE in different waysšŸ™„šŸ™„šŸ™„šŸ™„
username: alex and maxā€™s comments have been so???šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
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tarjapearce Ā· 8 months
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Lips anon! The wife getting a cuck dream this team. She wakes up with a broken heart but also relief. She cuddles up to Miguel and kisses his neck. He stirs awake a little, asking her if she's alright. She says yes, but he can tell she was crying and sits up. Cradling her face and pampering her with kisses. He demands her to tell him what is wrong. And she tells him the truth.
He finds it a little funny and disgusting at the same time. Him sleeping with some other tramp? When he has a whole Queen in front of him?
He decides to show her exactly how much he loves her, what no other woman will have. Even the dream slut šŸ¤­
Dream slut šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚šŸ’€ nsfw, a squeeze of angst and Fluff under cut ā¤ļø Miguel loves to worship you.
"Just like that! Yes!"
The moan could be heard from outside the door, the bedroom you shared with Miguel wasn't even closed. None actually cared to close the door, that creaked as you pushed it wide open.
The sight sent million knives directly to your heart, each stabbing deeper the more you looked at Miguel plowing into some other woman you had never seen before. He looked vicious, and the woman squirmed, mewled under him, like if knowing the concept of pleasure for the first time.
Gorgeous was a measly word to describe her, tiny waist, perfect skin, round and supple ass that bounced underneath him, perky breast that shook at every thrust. Shimmering skin, slick with sweat. She was perfect even in her tussled state.
That sent the final blow to your heart.
Your eyes fluttered open, letting a couple of tears roll down your face.
Just a dream
Your mind repeated over and over. He would never leave you. He was loyal, faithful to no end. He proved himself that he would never cheat on you despite temptations parading right under his nose. But the way he looked in that dream, so lustful, so needy of that woman, a expression you'd never seen on his face for you.
New tears rolled down and you curled even more in your sheets, sniffling and hiccuping on your own. He was resting beside you, Mouth slightly ajar as the comfortableness of the pillow embraced his head, a hand ontop of his chest that rose peacefully at his breathings.
He was yours and yours alone.
Worming your way to his arms you kissed his neck. Wet and wispy eyelashes tickling his skin, stirring him awake. He looked disoriented at first, then confused to see you clinging to him with a red nose, bottom lip quivering like someone had just said something really mean to you.
He frowned and turned to face you. Eyes studying your distressed face.
"What's wrong?" His thumb wiped away the tears and caressed your cheek, tenderly. you shook your head. He kissed your forehead
"I won't repeat it again, (Name). What's wrong?"
"Don't be mean" He squeezed you into his arms and stared at you.
"It's dumb"
"It's not dumb if it made you cry. Having bad dreams again?"
"It was nothing, I promise"
He frowned and nipped at your shoulder a bit rough.
"Hey!" He nuzzled his nose on your neck, and his fangs made another nip.
"Won't stop until you tell me."
You stilled, eyes casting at his chest.
"I saw you sleeping with... someone else. In my dreams I mean." His eyebrows rose in mild surprise and then he erupted in laughter. A true incredulous laugh.
"Don't laugh! You were enjoying it." you mumbled as tears menaced to gloss over your eyes again.
"She was so... perfect. And... You just... Have never looked at me like that."
His eyes softened and sighed.
"And-"
"No sigas." (Stop it.)
He giggled, genuinely amused
"Chula, you really think that I would leave you, my wife, the mother of my children, Mi niƱa linda, for someone else that offers nothing but a body?" (My beautiful girl)
It's been years since you heard that endearing nickname from him. He shook his head and his fingers unbuttoned your top pajamas and marveled at the sight before him.
You tried to cover up but he took your hands and kissed them, prying them away from you.
"Look at you."
"All gross and old and couple extra pounds"
He shook his head and smirked
"MƔs de donde agarrar, chula" (More for me to grab, beautiful)
His hands palmed your breast, then slid down your waist and belly.
"You have no idea how much I want you and hearing you say such things, me parte el alma." (Breaks my soul) He slid your pajama pants off your thighs, leaving you bare before him.
He groaned at the sight
"Look at that. These hips, your breast. Dios mio... Did two babies really popped out of you?
You half laughed and half sobbed.
"You think another woman would take me so well like you do?" He kissed the valley between your breast, trailing down to your navel. A little pooch on your gut, you tried to pry him away from it.
"No tienes ni idea de lo que me haces, preciosa. You were made for me "(You have no idea what you do to me, gorgeous)
He groaned as he spreaded your legs. "When you wear those sun dresses, that blue one with the little tulip print on it?" You giggled at the memory of him grabbing you at every chance he could.
"I need to fuck you in that dress. Yeah." He nodded and just when you were about to protest, your body shivered at the sensation of his mouth kissing between your folds with hunger as the back of your knees rested on his hands, spreading you to have a bit more complete access to your flesh.
You whimpered with a squirm and he smiled at the sound.
"You still thinking you're gross? When you taste so fucking delicious?" Your hands went to his hair to hold him in place and guide his tongue exactly to that spot that made you moan so sweetly for him. His hands worshipped your body, dotingly as they held you in place by your hips.
His mouth kissed, suckled and lapped at you. He groaned at every roll of your hips you did, chasing relief in his mouth. He alternated between devouring you and planting kisses in your skin. Like if in very caress, touch and word he'd convey all his love for you.
Your breath hitched, raged pants rose, You rose your upper torso and supported it on your elbows. Your toes curled in, his tongue applying more pressure to your quivering flesh.
Your hands grope his hair as you rode your high, limbs melting around him as he released you with a pop and a satisfied smile.
"Te ves divina, mi amor." (You look divine)
He removed his pants with a smile. He'd show you why only you were perfect and worthy for him. And if it took things like this for you to understand it, he'd gladly worship you every day and night.
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writerlyhabits Ā· 10 months
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Ration Packs
Pairing: Din Djarin x female reader
Word Count: 4.7k
Summary: based on this request...
ā€œIā€™m guessing itā€™ll be ration packs for dinner?ā€ you added, nodding towards the empty satchel hanging from his hip.Ā  ā€œThere wasnā€™t a market on the way back to the ship,ā€ he almost pleaded, trying to explain his intentions, but you simply gave him a tight-lipped nod in acknowledgment.Ā  ā€œIā€™ll get the packs started so it's ready by the time youā€™ve unloaded.ā€ Your voice lacked its usual kindness. This shift in the conversation had you speaking with him as if this were all justā€¦ business. Had he pushed you too far? Were you trying to remind him that he had hired you to be here? That he should be keeping thingsā€¦ professional? Fuck. This was why he worked alone.Ā Ā 
Warnings: mild language, miscommunication [but not in a horrible way, donā€™t worry, Iā€™m better than that], young dumb in love din djarin, mild angst, angst with a happy ending, everything is in Dinā€™s pov because i love his dumbass train of thought, idk itā€™s pretty soft
AN: oh my god iā€™m back from the dead! I told you guys iā€™d be back šŸ˜‚ This request has been sitting in my inbox for probably about a yearā€¦ and I have no end of apologies, but iā€™m finally done and itā€™s a miracle I donā€™t hate it šŸ˜‚ I did change the prompt a littleā€¦ the idea of them putting Grogu to bed was cute, but I had an idea for a younger Din and just fell in love with it, so i ran with that. I hope you guys enjoy šŸ’– Thank you @deceiver-of-gods for putting up with me all this time, ily šŸ˜˜
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Din had traveled through the toughest parts of the galaxy without batting an eye. Heā€™d run with a mercenary group and proven himself to have more skills, more hits, more valueā€¦ and more of a moral compass than anyone else in the group. After fighting his way out of their grip, he had taken out high-level targets with ease to earn his way into the Bounty Hunters guild. Din continued to be not only one of the youngest of their ranks, but also the most highly sought after. And after all of that?Ā 
You were his greatest challenge.Ā 
His Razor crest had taken one too many hits for him to be able to repair on his own, and the costs of repairs on his pre-imperial ship were starting to eat into the funds he usually gave back to his covert. Not providing for them was not an option; the Beroya was supposed to send their spoils back to the covert to provide for those in hiding. This is the wayā€¦
So when he landed on a planet with lush, colorful flora, and a generally trusting local people, he least expected you to strike a bargain with him. He needed a mechanic, and you wanted a ticket out. Free boarding and transportation in exchange for a live-in repair crew, he just had to get you the parts. It was his perfect solution. He hired you on the spot and scheduled to ship out as soon as the Crest was back in working order.Ā 
On that first day of travel, Din had only just entered hyper-speed when he became overly critical of his ship. The cold, metal surfaces of the hull were uninviting, full of sharp edges, and devoid of any personality. It didnā€™t take him much longer to realize that, to an outsider, his armor looked much the same.Ā 
But heā€™d never seen it that way before. To him, the Mandalorian armor was a sign of home, of belonging. It had been his savior in his childhood, and a beacon of his people as he grew into his own. He had tucked away into coverts where the blank metal lining of their ships and their walls meant protection.Ā 
But you were not Mandalorian. You hadnā€™t grown up around sharp edges and cold surfaces. The place you called home was filled with warm colors and soft curves, the buildings made to flow with the organic structures of the nature around them, letting in the bright sunlight necessary for its growth. You yourself walked with an elegance Din was unfamiliar with, treading softly on the ground and smiling brightly at him each time your kind eyes met his dark visor. You had shared your warmth with him since the moment heā€™d met you, despite the coldness he was certain he portrayed, and it surprised him how much he found himself drawn to it. Drawn to you.Ā 
You were everything he wasnā€™t. But Din would do everything in his power to make sure you never came to regret agreeing to this strange setup, that you never felt isolated or alone because youā€™d chosen him ā€“ a walking wall of cold beskar ā€“ as your traveling companion.Ā 
At first, heā€™d merely wanted to bring you things that reminded him of your home, things he thought might do the same for you. Anytime he was in a market passing through, either on a supply run or with a bounty in tow, he found something colorful to bring back to you. The first few had been small trinkets, things you could keep in the small cupboard you had decided to call your quarters, or delicate pieces of jewelry he would later catch you wearing around the ship.Ā 
The feeling Din got seeing you wear something he gave you made something warm swell inside of himā€¦ It made it hard to come back to the ship empty-handed, especially with the promise of your soft smile when he held his hand to you with a new gift.Ā 
On one of his trips, heā€™d brought back a woven tapestry; the craftsmanship had been beautiful, and the colors matched those of the outfits you wore the most around him. Din was about to launch into an apology when he first gave it to you, not having thought about where you would even be able to put it, but his statement was cut short when you happily grabbed it from him and turned on your heel to find something.Ā 
Not even a few moments later, you returned with a handful of powerful magnets youā€™d picked up on a market a few planets back, and he watched as you excitedly hung the artwork from one of the walls in the Crestā€™s hull, creating a curtain in front of one of the panels on that wall ā€“ you must have thought it was as ugly as he did.Ā 
ā€œWhat do you think?ā€ You had asked him, and he watched self-consciousness start to creep in now that your initial excitement was starting to wear off.Ā 
ā€œIt looks good,ā€ heā€™d replied a little stiffly, still having a hard time finding the courage to speak around you. A bounty hunter, with hundreds of captures under his belt, was still too shy to talk to his mechanicā€¦ he at least wasnā€™t dumb enough to miss the irony in his own predicament, but that didnā€™t mean it wasnā€™t his truth.Ā 
Since then, Din had started bringing back more things you could use to decorate the ship with; tapestries, blankets, and cushions accompanied the trinkets and jewelry he brought back with him. He could tell that your favorite of his gifts had been a soft shawl heā€™d seen hanging at a market in the rural areas of Naboo. The politicianā€™s son he was paid to deliver back home had gone on about the luxury material it was made of, something about ancient processes and unique resourcesā€¦ All he knew was that it brought out your natural beauty when you wrapped it around your shoulders, and he felt his cheeks get warm under his helmet when you did.Ā 
The two of you started to fall into these new routines fairly easily, and with all of your redecorations, it was becoming a welcome change. In the evenings ā€“Ā or at least what you thought was evenings in the darkness of hyperspace ā€“ you would prep a set of ration packs for the both of you. It was always two of the same kind so that you could feel like you were ā€œsharing a meal,ā€ a concept he had very little experience with. At least, he hadnā€™t for a very long time.Ā 
Since eating required removing his helmet, Mandalorians often took their meals in solitude, or within the confines of their family. You, on the other hand, were used to shared meals in dining rooms with someone at every seat, and communal dining halls bustling with people. At first, Din was afraid you might take offense to him leaving during meal times, never quite sure how to phrase his dilemma.Ā 
Luckily, he never had to.Ā 
You caught on pretty quickly to his predicament, handing him a warm ration pack with a smile before turning to let him eat in peace. He always rushed through his meals in order to join you in the hull, to thank you for your silent understanding by coming down to talk with you as you ate yours at a leisurely pace.Ā 
As the weeks went by, Din picked up on some of your silent requests as well, memories of food that didnā€™t need to be rehydrated before you ate it. He began looking out for other booths at the markets, and fresh ingredients began coming home in place of some of the gifts and trinkets he always brought back with him. Each time he did, a home-cooked meal would follow, and Din always made sure he expressed his gratitude when he came back down to join you for the second half of your meal.Ā 
Your routines continued like this for a while, silently assessing each otherā€™s needs, and wordlessly adjusting to accommodate. And it worked. The Razor Crest felt more and more like a home rather than the metal casing of a ship, small traces of your personal touch nearly everywhere he looked. The food had been better, the companionship had been better, far better than the cold silence heā€™d had to put up with before you came to him.Ā 
And Din started to catch on to just how much his own feelings revolved around you.Ā 
He craved your warmth at the end of a rough day, he sought to provide your happiness, to get your approvalā€¦ He tried to be better at actually opening his mouth, being able to express more of his feelings for you outside of your usual, quiet understanding of each other. He tried asking you more questions, wanting to not only hear about the events of your day but to actually get to know you better, showing you how much he genuinely cared. And Din was elated when you started to do the same in return.Ā 
After he came back to the ship from a particularly taxing hunt, he heard your soft footsteps descending the ladder from the cockpit while he secured the unconscious bounty into the corner of the hull you had affectionately deemed ā€œtime-out.ā€ The most uncomfortable chair had been secured behind some of your tapestries, acting as a set of curtains that kept the bounties from view.Ā 
When Din emerged from the hanging fabrics, he could feel some of the tension leave his body at the sight of you in your work clothes, a warm smile dancing on your grease-stained cheeks, wiping your hands on the old flight suit youā€™d brought with you from home. No matter how difficult his hunts had been, being able to debrief with you upon his return always made him smile beneath the helmet.Ā 
ā€œHey!ā€ you lilted.Ā 
ā€œHey,ā€ he responded, still a little awkward despite how long youā€™d been working together. He was getting better, but it could definitely still use improvement.Ā 
ā€œHowā€™d the hunt go?ā€ you asked, gesturing to the closed curtain beside him. ā€œObviously successful if youā€™ve got someone in time-out.ā€ Din chuckled under his breath at your quip, mulling over the events of his day before he replied.Ā 
ā€œIt was fine.ā€ You looked at him expectantly for a few moments, waiting for him to continue.Ā 
ā€œJustā€¦ fine?ā€ you half giggled, one brow raised in question while you donned a crooked grin. It hadnā€™t really gone bad, he did have the bounty in hand. It could have gone better, but nothing that came to any detriment in the endā€¦Ā 
He nodded. ā€œItā€¦ went well. Thereā€™s nothing to report,ā€ he shrugged, unsure what else you were looking for in his answer.Ā 
But your face fell. Only for a momentā€¦ but enough for him to see it.Ā 
ā€œHow are your repairs coming?ā€ He tried, hoping to stir the conversation again, to fix whatever had caused your sudden change in attitude.Ā 
ā€œFine. Thereā€™s nothing to report.ā€ Your answer was short, both in your words and your temper. You usually volunteered the finer details of your projects, explaining with a dramatic flair all of your trials and your victories, stories that Din was always happy to be an audience to.Ā 
Why hadnā€™t you done so this time?
ā€œIā€™m guessing itā€™ll be ration packs for dinner?ā€ you added, nodding towards the empty satchel hanging from his hip. One that usually carried whatever gift he had brought for you. Dank farrikā€¦ he already hated coming back empty-handed ā€“ something you had never made him feel guilty for ā€“ but right now it was only making him feel worse.Ā 
ā€œThere wasnā€™t a market on the way back to the ship,ā€ he almost pleaded, trying to explain his intentions, but you simply gave him a tight-lipped nod in acknowledgment.Ā 
ā€œIā€™ll get the packs started so it's ready by the time youā€™ve unloaded.ā€ Your voice lacked its usual kindness. This shift in the conversation had you speaking with him as if this were all justā€¦ business. Had he pushed you too far? Were you trying to remind him that he had hired you to be here? That he should be keeping thingsā€¦ professional?
Fuck. This was why he worked alone.Ā 
One of the downsides of having grown up around the Mandalorians was that his concepts of interpersonal relationships were skewed. The two of you were operating on completely different sets of rules, and where you had been able to read each other incredibly wellā€¦ Now he was left to try and figure out where heā€™d gone wrong.Ā 
With Mandalorians, he knew where he stood. They spoke with purpose, meaning exactly what they said. Even growing up constantly harassing and sparring with Paz, Din knew where his sentiments came from; competition, comradery, and a deep passion for his people. But outside the covertā€¦ Din was still finding his footing when it came to the beings he interacted with. Riding with the mercenary group had at least taught him how to weed through the tangled lies that spewed from their mouths, trusting them only as far as he could throw them ā€“ if that.Ā 
But you were nothing like those slimy low lives. He didnā€™t know how to start friendships, how to engage in small talkā€¦ and he had no idea where to start when it came to the way you made his heart rate pick up. You made Din nervous, but you were also a comfort. You were new and familiar all at once, a new adventure as well as a place of rest.Ā 
You meant so much to himā€¦ and heā€™d managed to drive you away just as quickly as he had let you in.Ā 
ā€¦
The fog of uncertainty hung around the ship for days, and with it, the cold emptiness he had been so accustomed to in his solitude had returned. But after the warmth you had brought to his Razor Crest, being without it was almost suffocating. Din missed you.Ā 
That was a fact he was trying to wrap his head around, seeing as you still lived with him on the shipā€¦ but it wasnā€™t the same. You stopped humming while you worked on different panels across his ship, blanketing the hull in silence. Any questions Din tried to ask you were met with short, quiet responses. Surprisingly, you still made the effort to prepare a ration pack with yours during meal times, but when he rushed back down from the cockpit in record time to join you, you were nowhere in sight.Ā 
There was nowhere to go inside his ship. That was one of the things heā€™d liked about it; there was room for him to live on board comfortably without giving his bounties anywhere to hide. And yet, you still managed to avoid him. When he entered the hull, you escaped to your room. When he climbed up the rungs to the cockpit, you would make some quiet excuse and scurry out the door behind him. No matter where he went, what he said, or whatever measures he took to try and catch you off-guard, you were gone before he could even open his mouth.Ā 
He was fucking sick of it. He had made a promise, when you came aboard, that he would make sure you never came to regret choosing this life with him. That you would continue to choose to stay with him, to choose him over the home planet you were so desperate to leave. He made a promise, and he intended to keep it.Ā 
After landing on Nevarro a few days later to return his bounty, Dinā€™s plan began to unfold. He walked out of the run-down cantina Karga liked to meet up at ā€“ insisting that he was going to fix it up and make it ā€˜a place of gatheringā€™ ā€“ the spills of his hunt clanking against the mechanical chip he had tucked away in the satchel that sat on his belt. A chip that, if missing, would cause systems in the cockpit to go offline.Ā 
Something his mechanic would find during her daily diagnosis check.Ā 
Din felt a pang of guilt at the thought of you being buried arms deep in the underside of the control panel with no hope of finding the repair, because he was the one to take it from you... But then he thought about the worser fate; what if you figured out what was missing, and had more reason to dislike him than before? His guilt quickly turned into slight panic, making haste to get back to his ship to enact his plan before your clever brain could figure out what heā€™d done.Ā 
When he returned to the Crest, the harshness of the metal hull was almost overwhelming. You had started taking down your tapestries and decorations, save for everything but the ā€œtime-outā€ corner, and it felt cold. You didnā€™t come out to greet him or welcome him back, let alone acknowledge him at all. You hadnā€™t done so since the time your conversation had taken a turn for the worst. He did, however, hear a loud metal clang and your familiar grunt of frustration from exactly where he assumed you would be. He wondered if you had even heard him come on boardā€¦Ā 
Din quietly discarded his weapons before stealthily moving to the ladder just below the cockpit, stopping in his tracks when he heard a slew of colorful curses leave your lips. He waited a few moments until the sounds of your hard work continued, none-the-wiser to his oncoming ambush.Ā 
By the time he reached the top of the cockpit, he took a moment to assess the situation and figure out the best approach. You were exactly where he thought you would be, laying on your back just to the side of his pilotā€™s chair, agile hands fiddling with different cables and boards inside his instrument panelā€¦
And your head snapped up to look at him when he made the door to the cockpit slide closed behind him.Ā 
You stared at Din for a couple moments before you opened your mouth. ā€œDid youā€¦ are you cornering me?ā€ When you put it that way, this was not going quite as heā€™d imagined, despite everything going according to plan. He had to keep going.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re ignoring me,ā€ he said firmly, his tone reminiscent of one he took with his bounties.Ā 
ā€œFucking maker, did you hunt me?ā€ You asked with furrowed brows, and your slightly agitated tone made him fairly certain you didnā€™t actually need his answer. ā€œI live on the same kriffing ship, and you had to treat me like one of your bounties just to say something to me?ā€Ā 
ā€œI had to talk to you. You wouldnā€™t let me,ā€ he pressed, keeping his voice steady. You gave a huff of indignation.Ā 
ā€œI donā€™t have time for this, Mando, I have to fix your ship,ā€ you threw at him before your body thumped dramatically on the ground as you went back to your work.Ā 
ā€œSo you are angry at me,ā€ Din stated, sounding more like an observation than a question. He could work with angry. You shot him a glare without moving too much from your position, and he took that as a good enough indicator to continue his interrogation. ā€œDid I do something to upset you?ā€Ā 
ā€œMandoā€¦ā€ you started, his moniker leaving your lips in an exasperated sigh, not without a flame of annoyance lurking behind it.Ā 
ā€œDonā€™t make another excuse. Iā€™m tired of avoiding this.ā€ He watched the bluntness of his words hit you, not surprised when you furrowed your brows as you started to slide out from under the console, sitting up to scowl at him properly.Ā 
ā€œAnother- what? I didnā€™t make any fucking excuses, Iā€™m not avoiding anything,ā€ you fired off, your tone indicating the exact opposite of what you were saying.Ā 
ā€œThen why have you stopped talking to me?ā€ Din expected another fiery response, but instead a split-second of realization crossed over your face before it was replaced with one of irritated confusion. It made him ā€” him, the stone-cold Mandalorian bounty hunter ā€” shift on his feet.Ā 
ā€œI stopped talking to you?ā€ You countered, and you waited a moment to let him respondā€¦ but he didnā€™t know what you expected him to say. ā€œRight, because youā€™ve been super talkative after ā€˜thereā€™s nothing to reportā€™,ā€ you mumbled, and it caused those same words to ring in his head from the night everything went wrong. You had said them so coldlyā€¦
After he had said them to you.Ā 
ā€œI- I meant no offense,ā€ he tried a little lamely, still not understanding where he had gone wrong, but wanting more than anything for you to understand that he was willing to fix it. ā€œI didnā€™t have anything to say.ā€ You gave another sigh, but this one was softer, like you were about to level with him. It was progress, if nothing else.Ā 
ā€œNothing? You couldnā€™t give me the details of your hunt the same way I tell you about the market? I mean, itā€™s not as exciting as I make it out to be, I just... ā€œ You trailed off and looked away from him without finishing your sentence, but he wasnā€™t going to let that happen. He was finally getting answers out of you, he was going to get to the bottom of this, and make good on his promise to keep you happy. This was the way.Ā 
He was quick to kneel in front of you, trying to get closer to your level to get away from his interrogation tactic, and communicate that he was willing to listen and receive. ā€œYou just what? Help me understand.ā€Ā 
You scoffed a laugh as you shook your head. ā€œThereā€™s not a lot to understand. I like talking with you, I like when we share stories. I justā€¦ I wanted to be close with you.ā€Ā 
Din wanted to bang his head against the wall. With or without his helmet. This all started because he was an idiot who didnā€™t know how to talk? He was a bounty hunter, he should have been smarter than that. He should have been able to tell what had caused such a shift, and been able to fix it before the mission could go sideways.Ā 
But, in all fairness, he was a bounty hunter who was used to being alone.Ā 
Before Din had lucked into having you travel the galaxy with him on his hunts, he came back to an empty ship. There was nobody else to talk about the day with. And after living amongst the Mandalorians, a people of few words, he wasnā€™t exactly in the habit of speaking to himself or others. Before you, everything that surrounded Din was justā€¦ quiet.Ā 
ā€œButā€¦ this is just professional, I get that now. Iā€™ll stay out of your way, and I wonā€™t pry. It is your ship, after all.ā€Ā 
And he was about to get himself into even more trouble if he didnā€™t figure out how to speak right fucking now.Ā 
ā€œNo,ā€ he started firmly, desperately catching on to the tail end of your admission, but not entirely sure what was about to come out of his mouth. ā€œThis isnā€™t- I donā€™tā€¦ Iā€™m not good at talking.ā€ Strong start Djarin.Ā 
ā€œWhat?ā€ You asked softly. If anything, you pretty much justified his statement. He took a breath to try and steady himself, to dig through the chaos inside his head and find a half-way coherent string of words to offer you, to clean up his mess.Ā 
ā€œMandalorians are quiet. Bounty Hunters keep to themselves. Iā€™m not used to talking,ā€ he reiterated, and he watched your confused expression shift gently into one of intrigue, your sign for him to keep going. ā€œI wasnā€™t trying to shut you out, I justā€¦ didnā€™t know what else to say. Iā€™m used to sparing people any details that arenā€™t deemed necessary. Now I know that I shouldnā€™t do that with you. Iā€™m sorry.ā€Ā 
Din was pleased to find a small smile growing at the corners of your mouth. ā€œI meanā€¦ You donā€™t have to give me every detail. Just the good stuff,ā€ you smiled, making Dinā€™s heart feel warm. He didnā€™t realize how much he missed the radiance of your smile until now, feeling like he was finally stepping into the sun after spending so long in the dark.Ā 
ā€œJust the good stuffā€¦ So Iā€™ll tell you how much blood there was when I-ā€
ā€œNo, no thanks,ā€ you cut him off quickly, making a fake gagging sound as he laughed under his helmet. ā€œI take it back, letā€™s go back to no more talking, Iā€™m good. Iā€™ll just stay up here with all my busted circuits, thank you very much.ā€Ā 
ā€œPlease donā€™t, I canā€™t go back to quiet,ā€ he said quickly, the smile still plastered on his face as the weight of his words hit both of you.
I canā€™t go back to quiet.
It was true, he couldnā€™t. The past few minutes talking with you again, even when you were angry and yelling at him half of the time, had him feeling better than he had in days.Ā 
ā€œOh yeah?ā€ You offered, and he could tell by your knowing smile that you had come to the same realization that he did. You knew how much he had come to need you. ā€œYou donā€™t want a break from all my rambling?ā€Ā 
ā€œNever,ā€ he admitted. Din watched your shoulders relax and your soft smile get brighter as his answer left his helmet, and he realized how much you needed him in return. It made a warmth bloom from deep within his chest, warming him all the way out to the very coldest parts of his Beskar armor. ā€œNever stop. I want you to fill this ship with all your stories, real or exaggerated.ā€Ā 
It caught him by surprise when you leapt up from your spot on the ground to meet his height, flinging your arms around his neck as you held him tight, fitting together perfectly even as you knelt on the floor in front of each other. With only a little hesitation, Din wrapped his gloved hands around you, arms circling your waist and pulling you flush against the plates of his armor, and soaked up everything that was you.Ā 
This is the way.Ā 
Sooner than he wouldā€™ve liked, he felt your grip around his neck loosen, and you leaned back to lock you gaze with his dark visor.Ā 
ā€œAs much as Iā€™d love to catch up, your ship is driving me crazy and I have got to figure out how to get these control panels back online,ā€ you explained, and Din slowly started to realize he hadnā€™t thought this part through.Ā 
ā€œWell, I uhā€¦ā€Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re welcome to stay and chat, if youā€™re in the talking mood. Iā€™d love to hear about your meeting in town,ā€ you offered playfully, sending him a wink as you began to shuffle yourself back down under the open compartment of his shift.Ā 
Instead, he got down on the ground and laid himself next to you, as if he was going to look at what you were doing with the repairs. Your hands stopped mid-action as you looked at him, and he enjoyed the airy laugh that escaped you at his actions.Ā 
ā€œOr you can watch from here, thatā€™s fine, too.ā€Ā 
ā€œI was actually going to offer a suggestion,ā€ he started timidly. You turned away from him as you focused on the wires in front of you again.Ā 
ā€œI'll take anything youā€™ve got. I havenā€™t seen anything like this in agesā€¦ Iā€™ve only got one idea left, but I doubt itā€™s right. Itā€™s like the reactor chip is missing, but the only way that thing wouldā€™ve even budged is if someone-ā€ You stopped in your tracks as Din lifted a gloved hand into your peripheral view, the small reactor chip held between his fingers for you to see.Ā 
You paused a moment before turning your head dangerously towards your companion. He could see the corners of your lips twitching as you did everything you could to avoid a smile, and he remained grateful for his helmet as it hid his beaming face from view.Ā 
You snatched the chip from his hand and looked back to your circuits. ā€œGet out of my cockpit,ā€ you said quietly, the last few words of your threat lost to your laughter. Din couldnā€™t stop his own laughter from coming through the modulator as he began getting up from the floor to do as he was told. ā€œYouā€™re making the ration packs tonight,ā€ you added, the smile on your cheeks evident in your voice.Ā 
"This is the way."
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daisyblog Ā· 4 months
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Congratulations
Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry and YN share their news with close friends.
Niall:
YN: PHOTO Hello Uncle NiallšŸ¤
YN sent Niall the text and waited because she knew once he had read it, she was going to receive a call.Ā 
And within a few minutes, YNā€™s phone began to ring with Niallā€™s name displayed. YN was quick to answer the FaceTime, eager to see his reaction.
ā€œHi Niall!ā€. YN and Harry answered together, a big grin on their face.Ā 
ā€œAre you two having me on?ā€ Niall got straight to the point.Ā 
ā€œNoā€¦weā€™re having a baby!ā€ YN explained.
ā€œI canā€™t believe thisā€¦I think Iā€™m gonna cry!ā€ Niall had been there from the beginning of their relationship, so to see his two best friends happy and expecting a little one was emotional. ā€œCongratulations guysā€¦Iā€™m so happy for you.ā€.
ā€œThanks Niā€¦well get ready for Uncle duties!ā€.
ā€œI canā€™t wait!ā€. Niall couldnā€™t hide his excitement. ā€œIā€™m gonna be their favourite uncleā€.
ā€œI think youā€™re going to have to fight for that spot with Louis!ā€ Harry joked.Ā 
ā€œTell him to give up now!ā€ Niall teased.Ā 
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Mitch and Sarah:Ā 
Harry: PHOTO Hi Uncle Mitch and Auntie Sarahā¤ļø
Harry could see that Mitch was typing a reply, so he and YN waited for the response.
Mitch:Ā  Little one is having a nap or I would be shouting down the phone right now!! CONGRATULATIONS GUYS!! Welcome to parenthood, we canā€™t wait for you to join us!!Ā 
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Jeff:Ā 
Harry: PHOTO
Harry had sent his manager and friend a photo of the scan and purposely not saying anything more. So when Harryā€™s phone rang, he wasnā€™t shocked.Ā 
ā€œHarry!ā€ Jeff didnā€™t allow Harry to answer. ā€œWhatā€™s going on?ā€.
ā€œI donā€™t know what you mean Jeffery.ā€ Harry played dumb, a smirk covering his face.Ā 
ā€œYou canā€™t just send me a baby scan and say nothing else.ā€Ā 
Harry laughed but decided to put Jeff to ease. ā€œYNā€™s pregnant!ā€.
ā€œFuck off!ā€.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m seriousā€¦sheā€™s like fifteen weeks now.ā€ Harry explained.Ā 
ā€œFIFTEEN WEEKS!ā€ Jeff had a similar reaction to others when the couple announced how far along YN was.Ā 
ā€œWe only found out this week.ā€ Harry defended himself.
ā€œWell all I can say isā€¦Congratulations H, you really deserve this and Iā€™m behind you and YN every step of the way!ā€.Ā 
ā€œThanks Uncle Jeff.ā€ Harry teased.Ā 
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The Love Family:
Harry: PHOTO Our new addition to the love familyšŸ«¶šŸ¼ā¤ļø
Elin: Aww you guysšŸ„¹Congratulations Harry and YNšŸ¤
Ariza: Congratulations to you both! So happy for you, amazing news!
Niji: Congratulations! You both deserve so much happinessā¤ļø
Pauli: YESSS!! Saucy saucyšŸ˜‚A big congrats my man!
Yaffra: Wow! Congratulations!!Ā 
Lloyd: šŸ‘€ā€¦THIS IS THE BEST NEWS! Congratulations Boss xĀ 
Brad: WOOOOO! I KNEW IT! Congratulations H and YN x
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Zayn:Ā 
Despite some distance being created when Zayn left the band, YN had always tried to stay in contact with him. They didnā€™t talk all the time but they would occasionally catch up over a few messages or now and again a FaceTime call, especially when Zayn had Khai.
YN: PHOTO Hello Uncle Zayn šŸ‘‹šŸ¼
Zayn: What a message to wake up to. I wasnā€™t expecting this news. A massive congratulations to you and H, youā€™re going to be amazing parentsā¤ļø
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Liam:Ā 
YN: PHOTO Hello Uncle Liam šŸ‘‹šŸ¼
Liam: šŸ˜±šŸ˜±šŸ˜±
Liam: OH MY
Liam: Iā€™m speechlessĀ 
Liam: A huge congratulations to you guys! You deserve so much happiness and I wish you all the love xĀ 
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James Cordon:
Harry: PHOTO Hello Uncle James!!
James: Thank you very much for making me cry on a Monday morning!! WAW!! A big congratulations to you both!! Hā€¦welcome to fatherhood, itā€™s incredible. Big love x
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Lou Teasdale:Ā 
YN: PHOTO Hi Auntie LoušŸ‘‹šŸ¼šŸ©·
Lou T: OMFG!! You kept this quiet! Congrats my darlingsšŸ©·Love ya both xx
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Nick Grimshaw:
Harry: PHOTO Hi Grimmy x
Grimmy: This better not be a joke! Congrats both! Catch up soon? Orange juice for you YN xĀ 
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Itachi x reader who likes to read fiction and falls for fictional men
When You Fall For Fictional Men || Itachi Uchiha x reader
A/n : Here it is ! I really feel like I'm back on track lately ! It feels refreshing ! I hope y'all will like it ! šŸŒ­šŸŸ
Warnings : no mention of gender for reader, fluff fluff fluff, jealousy, self-consciousness, implicit mention of sex and woshipping a the end
Masterlist āšœ
I donā€™t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it
Word count : 712
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He isnā€™t the jealous type, because he knows what he has got. He knows youā€™re not going to go somewhere else because he is already so good in whatever he does - donā€™t get me wrong he has his moments of self consciousness too
Besides he trusts you and he knows youā€™re not going to do something that will break the relationship and the trust you had built. You just value it so much
Though when he hears you rambling on and on about some guy you just read about in a fiction he canā€™t help but smirkā€¦ at first
If he didnā€™t know this was some fictional men he would have asked you who it was, because well, he prefers to be aware if another man is part of your life, even if he is a friend
So at first he doesn't care because itā€™s harmless for your relationship and connection, itā€™s just a fictional character after all
But the more you speak about him the more intrigued he becomes. He is going to try to understand why youā€™re so interested in him. Like he must be so worthy if you keep speaking about him so often
At some point he is so eager to understand that he is going to ask you nonchalantly what kind of fiction youā€™re currently reading. If he is too embarrassed to directly ask you he is going to try to read above your shoulder, he is a ninja after all šŸ˜‚
As he finally reads the said fiction, his jaw dropsā€¦ this guy doesnā€™t have anything that special - in his opinion - talking about so often. The guys in the fic just acts like any other guy should be acting with his significant other, with respect and love
He huffs feeling his ego swell with some kind of pride as this is already everything he has been doing
As he continues reading a little part of him wonders if you too speak and ramble about him with your teammates
But then as his eyes fell upon the physical description of the man he frowned. This guy isnā€™t your style at all, though you keep bragging about how sexy he is - youā€™ve seen fan arts
With a frown still plastered on his face he is going to look quickly at himself. His hands arenā€™t this veiny, besides he doesnā€™t seem as muscled as that guy ( Iā€™m having Toji in mind lmao )
Thatā€™s when the self-consciousness subtly turns into jealousy
Each time you say something about that guy, Itachi is going to react more and more annoyed. Yes he is going to hide it for your sake and a bit for his pride
He is subtly going to try and be even better than what he has ever been in hope youā€™ll stop talking about this man. But to his despair the fiction you had been reading gets even more exciting and youā€™re bragging even more about that dumb f-... about that dude
One day he is going to come up to you and tell you the famous ā€œCan we talk please ?ā€
Youā€™re shittig yourself lmao
But after a moment you can see it in his eyes and he speaks to you with open heart
Soon enough you canā€™t take it anymore and you hug him very tightly, your eyes getting teary as you repeat ā€œIā€™m so sorry I didnā€™t knowā€ like a mantra
As he sees you almost crying he tightens his fists and his knuckles turn white as he hugs you back ā€œI didn't know youā€™d react like that. I wouldnā€™t have mentioned it if I didā€
You shook your head ā€œNo please donā€™t say that. Your feelings are valuable. Iā€™m sorry. You know youā€™re the only one I love and want to be withā€
His own eyes get glassy and he gives your neck a loving kiss. The trust between you two shone as he let himself be vulnerable in your arms
You promised him and yourself to do your best to compliment him each time you spoke about that fictional man and also without having to mention the character before
And in case he still feel a little bit self-conscious youā€™re going to worship his body like you never did tonight, just like he deserves
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Mileapo x Srichand live [19.09.2023] - highlights āœØ
*all translations without links are google translations from thai tweets*
Mileapo flirty eyes at the beginning of the live just to warm up the atmosphere ahahah
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They played a game where they had to put each otherā€™s IG posts in chronological order
Mile got them all wrong except one lmao. He said it was difficult because Apo never posts according to the timeline; he updates his posts randomly (okay but thatā€™s true jadjdkd)
The set of photos below is the one arranged by Mile, the one on top is the set in the correct chronological order
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It was very cute when Apo described all the pics and when he arrived to the pic from China, he said: ā€œhere, i didnā€™t go with pā€™Mileā€ because all the others were moments he has shared with him šŸ„¹
When it was Apoā€™s turn to arrange the pics, he got the order perfectly right like a real greenyrose
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Apo's comment: i've been paying attention to pmile's life
OKAY
Quiz from the host
Host: tell what the number 525600 represents
Apo: *answers fast because he feels he knows the answer* the time you take to walk from the earth to the moon.
Mile: the number of minutes in a year
*Spoiler: mileā€™s answer is correct*
Mile: *makes fun of Apo because he invented walking to the moon*
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Apo: *laughs* you make me feel dumb
Mile: naaah, you have good imagination
(he makes fun of him but always protects him <3)
Smoothiegate part 5 šŸ˜‚ (prev)
Apo said that one of Mileā€™s secrets heā€™d like to know is: "Do you think I like coffee or smoothies?" (Ahaakskhsh such a teaser)
Mile: suppose you could go back in time and solve any answer. Someone would ask again what drink Po likes most in life. Po would answerā€¦..
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Apo: I like smoothies šŸ˜ƒ
Mile: *bitter* Okayā€¦ Okayā€¦ Okayā€¦ā€¦.
LMAOOOO
The host asks them the same question:
To Mile: If you could switch bodies with Apo for one day, what would you do?
Mile: i would post on every social media that i love coffee
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(HE WONā€™T STOP WILL HE AKSKSL)
To Apo: If you could switch bodies with Mile for one day, what would you do?
Apo: I would take off my shirt and flex my muscles in the mirror.. heā€™s so handsome
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APO PLSSSSSSS
They both got scared lol
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The host asked them to role play as each other
Apo: if Mile likes something, he then comes and gives it to me and tells me, do you want it? He likes to share
:)
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Then they both started doing an impression of the other and they were sooo chaotic.. apo was moving really slow while mile started running around while eating šŸ˜‚
Mile then offered his mooncake to apo proving that what apo had just said itā€™s true ā¤ļø
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Silly dance time :D
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Apo after finishing dancing: when i was dancing i thought i was BTS
(lmaoooo what šŸ¤£)
By the end of the live:
Apo: Where are we going?
Mile: Weā€™re going to France, right?
Apo: Yes yes yes
Mile: for Dior and Business of Fashion
YAAAAY. The date is september 26 btw;)
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flymetosnarryland Ā· 8 months
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GTFO.
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Did anyone miss Muggle London like I did? šŸ™ƒ
This series as a part of "Infraction" has grown incredibly. It helped me understand a lot about things I want to write and made me think about "Infraction" as... well, my first real baby, lol. I wrote one Snarry, "Oblivion" already, but I take that story as testing the waters. I tried to know Harry and Severus, placing them in situation close to, eh, something that happened to me in a way. It means a lot to me and I'm proud of myself that I managed to write a fic from the start to the end.
"Infraction" on the other hand... this one is going to be really FAT piece of work and I'm excited over the moon about it. First chapter and the first part of second already landed on Ao3, but when am I going to finish the next part of it? (If anyone is interested at all, because I personally don't touch unfinished pieces, knowing how it works šŸ¤£)
Well, to be honest, I decided to not rush it. Not because I don't know what to write. The main outline of the story has 40k+ words. It appeared that planning a series of murders is not so easy šŸ˜‚ especially when the politics are part of it (I mean, Merlin... that's the last thing I thought I will EVER write, lol) and on top of that I have some complicated relationships (or, I suppose, a cherry on molten chocolate cake šŸ¤¤). Which makes me shiver and scream, that much I want to jump into writing it again. But the more I am thinking about the plot and fitting everything I need into it (of course writing it down), the more I'm surprised that I am able to figure out something that seems damn complex to me and my three brain cells šŸ˜‚ I want to be proud of this story. I want it to be... maybe not perfect, but as good as I can see, it can be. And I enjoy the idea of growing as hobby writer. It makes me really happy. Also it's my first serious CRIME story. I know I said before that I always wanted to write crime. I always thought though it's out of my range, you know, I'm too dumb to bring something interesting that other people could possibly like as I do. But with this story I'm trying new things (like bringing Marauders to life), I'm thinking in advance, I'm on both sides: the detective and the serial killer and... GOSH. I really think it will have sense and be worth to waste some time on reading it, lol!
Also there is Snarry AUctoberfest on the way and, you know, I decided I'll try to write something for the fest for the first time! (It's my year of many first times and I really like it!) Funny thing, it appears that my fic for the fest will be a little test to what I want to do with "Infraction." When it occured to me (don't ask how it happen, but the idea I've had in mind turned 180 degree and I couldn't help it! Had to just go for it šŸ˜‚) I was stunned. But in the same way it's a great opportunity to try new things, see how it will go and how it will work before I'll jump back to my baby.
If anyone checked "Infraction", please don't be mad or sad or... disappointed or angry (?), that I'm not updating it yet. This fic is absolutely my main focus and I'm tinkering and working on it. As for everything, I need time (and probably cut some other projects while I will write it; so less drawing going to be main part of the writing process šŸ™ƒ I suppose in the last quarter of the year; except if I'll have my holiday from work!)
Ah, dang. I wrote a lot here, I suppose? Less shite than messy personal stuff, but still something I guess, I wanted to share? Even if I think it's pointless and worthless, because who cares, lol. I'm learning, trying to share, I think. I should, as I wasn't doing it at all and it suppose to help me to... leave the shell of person that other people think I am. Because I grew to be someone irl that I'm really tired of being. Of pretending to be. How stupid it all sounds it's beyond me and I still deny to admit it.
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thewritetofreespeech Ā· 9 months
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Could I request Ichigo with a short and petite girlfriend that send a grown man flying with a punch?
*so rukia?? šŸ˜‚*
Ichigo Kurosaki + superpower punch GF
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ā€œDo you think we should get popcorn for everyone?ā€
ā€œHmmmā€¦.Chad would probably like some.ā€ Ichigo replied after a moment of thought. ā€œIshida doesnā€™t it food from ā€˜a standā€™. Something about sanitation requirements? Orihime is gonna need her own because she likes to put furikake and spicy cheese sauce on hers.ā€
ā€œWhere would she get furikake at a movie theater?ā€
ā€œShe brings it in her purse.ā€
The group was meeting up that afternoon to see a movie and enjoy the AC on this hot summer day. What they were seeing didnā€™t really matter, just the time spent together.
Coming from different directions, Ichigo and [Y/N] planned to arrive first and claim seats. The theater closer to their neighborhood than anyone else. [Y/N] said that she would just go ahead and buy the tickets and everyone could pay her back, since she got paid this week and it was easiest. But Ichigo knew that she was just doing it to be nice. Not expecting to get paid back if her friends didnā€™t have it. He loved the generous aspect of her.
ā€œHey. You kids.ā€ The pair stop, despite their best instincts, and turn around to see some bum wander out of a side street. ā€œGot any change?ā€
ā€œWe donā€™t. Sorry.ā€ Ichigo replied. Taking [Y/N]ā€™s hand and already starting to walk on.
ā€œCome on maaaan. Help me out. I havenā€™t eaten in dayssss.ā€
ā€œMaybe we should help him?ā€ [Y/N] whispered to him, but Ichigo shook his head no. He got a bad vibe and people like this would take off your hand when you offer them a hand out.
ā€œHey! Iā€™m talking to you!ā€ As bad vibes indicated, the man got angry at being ignored and lunged out to grab [Y/N]ā€™s purse.
ā€œHey!ā€ Ichigo shouted, prepared to do something. Before he could, however, [Y/N] had his wrist in a death grip and preforming a single handed arm throw back into the alley and into a wall.
ā€œDonā€™t grab things that donā€™t belong to you.ā€ [Y/N] scolded the dizzy & disoriented man, who may have had a concussion now. ā€œI need to wash my hands now.ā€
ā€œI could have taken care of that guy for you.ā€ Ichigo replied as they continued their trip to the theater. As if nothing happened.
ā€œI know. But I may not be able to beat up Hollows, but I can certainly handle some dumb guy. Donā€™t you remember how we met?ā€
Ichigo smiled softly back at [Y/N]ā€™s big grin. How could he forget. He fallen head over heels for her when she threw him head over heels at the dojo when they were just kids.
ā€œCome on. Letā€™s get to the movie before we miss the trailers.ā€
They arrive and get tickets before [Y/N] went to the bathroom to wash her hands. Ichigo went ahead and paid for everyoneā€™s snacks. Popcorn for Chad and Orihime, one for them to share, and pack of mango jellies for Ishida. He figured if they were prepacked they should be fine, and if he still complained then he wouldnā€™t get anything and he could have jellies. Win-win.
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lovebitters Ā· 2 months
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mae girl! iā€™ve been living for your carmy stuff. k know youā€™re just getting back but iā€™ve been thinking about this idea for a while and i believe the last writer i shared with had gotten deactivated. this might be two ideas instead of one so feel free to do whatever you desire. idk why but would you be down to write some fluff and angst with maybe like married!carmy? maybe something where nat and pete legit ambush carmy and his wife to start talking again? but it like a lighthearted fluffy kinda way at the same time ? utilizing the scene carmy yells at syd as a base- i hate to use that scene as an example but itā€™s one that comes to mind when writing this atm. anyway, like the reader doesnā€™t work at the bear butā€™ll come in on her days off and mornings before her shift to help them open. and carm is already on edge about something going on in the resto and he yells at his wife out of overwhelming frustration. evidently, heā€™s mad at himself for it after he does it he apologized but sheā€™s all like ā€œno.ā€ and sheā€™s literally giving him the silent treatment. ofc her and nat are besties and loves her sil, so i totally see nat roping pete into getting carmy to come over whilst the reader is already on her way since they havenā€™t spoken in a while. both nat and pete are literally doing whatever they can to keep these two in separate spaces of the house because neither carm or his wife have any clue theyā€™re there. maybe like y/n is inside with nat and pete meets carmy outside on arrival? the reader is walking towards to the door to out and natā€™s still stalling like ā€œso are things with you and my brother?ā€ and the reader scoffs and natā€™s just like ā€œstill not talking to him huh?ā€ and while the reader grabs the handle slowly opening the door open sheā€™s all like ā€œlook, sugar- you know i love your brother, but carmy sometimes can be a piece of shitā€ and then all you hear is carmy being like ā€œoh, iā€™m a piece of shit- even after i apologized to you?ā€ and i can just see carmy and the reader being like wth is going on here. idk but nat and pete will sillily have to do the most to get these two the civilly sit down inside of their house to even have anything of a talk. and then nat team tagging with pete to get to the bottom of things and then she lets it slip that y/n had mentioned that they were trying to get pregnant and camryā€™s just like ā€œwait. what? and carmy already up and ready to talk to her alone. this man would be so loving the first time all like ā€œy/nn can i talk to you in the kitchen for a second?ā€ and then sheā€™s tryna explain and carm out here using her FULL name ā€œin the kitchen now.ā€ just hearing how heā€™d say it makes me squirm and squeak šŸ˜‚šŸ˜©. and sheā€™s just speeding over because she knows he means it when he pulls out the first name. and think with that heā€™s all just hurt that she told his sister and he hadnā€™t really said anything- since it was their thing they they were still figuring out. seriously feel free to do whatever you desire. just sharing the same idea iā€™ll dream about in a few moments. tysm in advance šŸ˜­.
- šŸ„£.
i'm so sorry this took me so long to write, my love! this has nothing to do with you i just got a bit concerned and got lost so many times lmfao, im just dumb like that
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naturally, carmen wants to try to keep his anger away from you. youā€™re his love, his angel, his everything. the idea that he blew up at you makes him wanna cry but you wonā€™t talk to him, you refuse to in fact until you process what he said.
ā€œwhy the fuck are you here?! i donā€™t need you messing shit up and crowding me!ā€ he yelled at you. the memory fresh in your mind. it should be since itā€™s the only thing youā€™ve thought about for the past few days.
nat and pete, in their own ways, notice this and take charge. pete thinks you two can handle it but nat chimes in with the, ā€œi know my brother. he canā€™t handle shit. If this is left up to him to resolve, nothing will happen. i love him but still.ā€
so they form their plan. pete invites carmy over to set up furniture, catch up, whatever and nat invites you over to talk about the baby and ask for your help with meal prepping. ā€œso, have you and my brother talked about what happened at the restaraunt?ā€ she asks.
you walk over to the couch, putting on your jacket and scarf. you let out a scoff as your answer. ā€œtaking that as a no.ā€ nat answers. you put your hand on the doorknob, your back to the front lawn where carmen and pete, unknowing to you, stand.
"look, you know I love Carmen. and you know i want-" you sigh. "i want a family with him, Nat. i want a child, or children, with the guy. but your brother can be a real piece of shit sometimes." You open the door fully at that point, where carmen's now staring at you.
"i'm a piece of shit, after i apologized to you?" carmen asks. you stare at him before looking at pete, then at natalie whose got a guilty smile on her face. "okay. what the hell is this?" You question.
"oh! carmy, hi! i had no idea you were gonna be here. come on in, we'll all have some coffee and we can talk about what's happening." natalie says as she pulls you inside, motioning for carmen to come inside.
he reluctantly agrees, stepping inside as he sits at the dining room table. you stand in the kitchen, far enough away from them.
i think once nat reveals that you told her you want kids his reaction changes. maybe you two talked about it or maybe he doesnt know but either way, he wants to talk to you. that changes things in his mind. because you still want kids with him.
while you and carm work out your own issues, of course nat and pete take credit for it, even though you and carmy are both mad at her. also the idea of carmen using your full name as a way to call you stop oh my gosh
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katsukikitten Ā· 1 month
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Getting upset with Bakugou or Enjin because you think he forgot Valentineā€™s Day, but really you were just a day earlyšŸ„ŗšŸ˜‚
LMFAOOO omg okay wait lemme try to do both.
Katsuki is on a lot of nights for his hero work these past few months. He texts you before he goes to bed if you aren't up when he gets home. He texts you so you'll have a good morning text to wake up to and something nice to read until he's up for the day much later in the afternoon.
So when you wake up you whole expect a happy Valentine's day at the very least in his text but you get nothing. He isn't super into the holiday but he knows you care and usually gets things you like. When you go to the kitchen nothing is set up there for you or in your little home office. You immediately think the worst.
Bakugou Katsuki forgot Valentine's that fucking scrooge.
Now you're all pouty and when you hear his alarm go off in your shared bedroom you go to cuddle him a bit as he wakes up and he still doesn't say it.
"Happy Valentine's day." You say softly and with a pout, all sad that he's forgotten and he doesn't hear you at first.
"Haaah? What?" He bites, grumpy as he's waking up, phone in his hand but not on as he has you close to his chest.
"I said! Happy Valentine's day! I can't believe you forgot!" You push at him a little angry now, cute pout and tone quickly trying to turn into a hissing growl. All the while Katsuki looks at you confused. He checks his phone again and then his dark eyes go back to you.
"That's tomorrow dumb ass." Smirk starting to spread as your brows furrow.
"Today is the fourteenth!"
"Ya've been up four hours and still don't know what the fuckin date is? I've been up five minutes and know it's the thirteenth." He brings his phone into view pointing out the date and suddenly you're offended. He laughs bringing you closer so he can press a long kiss to your forehead. "Dumbass." He mutters again before he yawns, stretching.
"Ya trying to ruin your surprise for tomorrow?" Because you almost were! Bakugou had it planned that even though he wouldn't be able to be there tomorrow night he has flowers, chocolates and dinner set up to send to you through out the afternoon and a really sappy fucking card he wrote for you to wake up to.
Then you have Enjin.
Innocently outside smoking to relieve some stress after the day he's had today. Letting the smoke cling and clot the tender flesh of his lungs before he fully exhales. Letting the tension leave his body before the door behind him slams open and then shut
"Enjin!" You look mad as hell, some little red bag in your hands that you shove against his chest, "Happy Valentine's day asshole!"
You're about to turn on your heel and storm away as quickly as you stormed in but he catches the crook of your arm. Looking into the bag while his cigarette dangles from his lips, he sees chocolates, a card, a little charm to add to the handle of his umbrella and a half a pack of premium cigarettes.
"What's this?"
"Are you daft?! I said Valentine's day. Ya know the cute lovey dovey day couples exchange gifts! Had I known you'd forget I wouldn't have saved a month's wages for those smokes." You pout, pulling your arm and pushing at his rough hand that won't let you escape.
Enjin's brows furrow, his lip up in a snarl as he thinks, taking a drag of his smoke without holding it.
"Sweetheart, that's tomorrow." Comes his gruff tone, "Today is the thirteenth."
"It isn't."
"It is."
He pulls up his jacket sleeve to show you his watch with 13 in the date box and suddenly you look mortified. Frantically trying to escape his grip now, resembling a wild animal before he's pulling you to him. Your chest flush with his and he spits his mostly done cigarette out of his mouth.
"I guess I can give you yer present early since you've fucked up the dates so badly." He chuckles reaching into his pocket to pull out a half tarnished pure silver heart shape locket he's been trying to clean up since he found it two months ago. He watches your face light up and tears in your eyes making him chuckle.
"Yer such a fuckin brat."
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viennacherries Ā· 24 days
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Oh oh, I have- well, not really a request, more so a prompt if it strikes any inspiration! No pressure!
I'm a sucker for wizards, so it should come as no surprise that I adore Rolan and Gale. My first Tav was also a wizard, big surprise. I love the scene in the game where Gale teaches you magic and if you're a wizard you can basically be a show off. But- imagine Rolan being ever so kind and offering to give you a quick lesson. The catch is, he doesn't know you're a wizard for some reason... so he's really showing off and making a big deal about the movements and pronunciation for the spell, and at first you're playing dumb. "Oh, like this?" *does everything wrong*.
Rolan walks you through the steps again, and this time you are like "oh, I see! Like this?" and proceed to do the spell perfectly AND with a little bit of flare. Rolan wants to curse because how the hell did you catch on so quick!!! Whether or not you reveal you're a wizard, I'll leave up to your imagination. šŸ˜‚
I just finished Kiss The Cook and oh my lord I was GIDDY upon realizing Rolan was gonna propose. I yelled so loudly. 10/10. I loved it.
sorry for taking a while with this one! wanted to wait until i was properly inspired so i could do it justice cos i think it's so funny and cute. so much room for shenanigans.
i might continue this one and turn it into something multi-chaptered if people like it? maybe some freaking wizard on wizard smut later on? šŸ‘€
for now tho it's just cute and wholesome, i had a lot of fun with this. enjoy!!
SFW
read it on ao3 here
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"Like this?"
Bless him. Rolan is trying to be patient but you can see the mounting frustration on his face every time you mess up a movement.
"Not quite. That one was close, though. It's more like this."
He turns to face you, brings his hands up and around in elegant, practiced arcs before clasping them together and forcing them outwards towards you. A brilliant burst of purple light flows forward, soft around the edges and pulsating with weave. You can feel it emanate from it, calling to you.
You're not quite sure how Rolan managed to never learn that you're a wizard, though you suppose the only times he really saw you fight were when you were defending him in the shadow-cursed lands and when you defeated Lorroakan. Admittedly, he had other things on his mind. He probably just wasn't paying attention.
Regardless, now you're standing in a large open room underneath the Sundries, where Rolan is insisting on teaching you magic. You're not blind; you know he's doing it because he has feelings for you. You would have put him out of his misery and told him you have feelings for him too, but it's rather cute when he tries to impress you.
Like now, for instance.
Every demonstration is slightly exaggerated. His posture is tighter and more disciplined than is strictly necessary, and with every somatic shape he creates he adds enticing flourishes, his fingers curling and pointing invitingly. He's putting on a lovely show for you.
Which is why you'd decided to just... Go along with it.
Is it very polite? Absolutely not. Is he going to be incredibly embarrassed when he realises the truth?Ā Absolutely.Ā But how are you supposed to resist when he looks so delicious like this? His tongue flicks out to brush over his lips to wet them every time he utters the incantation in demonstration, and a few stray strands of hair twist and curl in the air from the weight of the weave in the atmosphere. He looks regal, practicing his craft. Your shared craft.
You swore off dating other wizards when you were at university. Men were insufferable at the best of times, let alone wizard men who thought they were Mystra's gift to spellcraft. You'd made a promise to yourself, after one unsuccessful date ofĀ many,Ā with a man who started trying to explain howĀ cantripsĀ worked to you, that you would only date non magic-users.
Gale had been quite disappointed to find that out, bless his heart.
ButĀ Rolan.Ā There's just something about him, which is weird.
It's mostly weird because when you met him you absolutelyĀ despisedĀ him. He demonstrated all of the worst qualities you'd come to expect from your peers during your education; arrogance, self-importance, pride, vanity, etcetera, etcetera. You distinctly remember sharing a look with Karlach as you walked away from him and his siblings, both of you pulling a face of utter disdain.
He'd changed though, over the course of the journey. After his siblings being kidnapped, his apprenticeship souring, he'd become incredibly grounded. Besides, his arrogance actually wasn't completely misplaced. He'sĀ incrediblyĀ gifted with his manipulation of the weave. Not that you'd ever tell him that.
In the aftermath of the Absolute's invasion you've spent a lot of time with him, and you've decided he looks rather beautiful when he casts. His brow furrows in concentration and his eyes gleam with a determination that's easy to get caught up in.
And his hands. You stare at his hands a lot.
"Do you want to try again, or are you just planning on standing there all day?"
His words bring you back to the present. Ah, yes. Magic lesson.
It's probably time to end the charade, really. You definitely can't keep this up forever. It's actually rather difficult to keep doing spellsĀ wrongĀ when you've been trained so thoroughly on how to do themĀ right.
By the Gods, though, you're going to have some fun with it. You took a couple of acting classes in your second year, at a local bard college, so you're determined to sell it.
You make a big show of taking a deep breath in, shaking your hands out as if you're trying to dispel nervous energy. Rolling your neck around it makes a large crack, and you lace your fingers together and stretch your arms out in front of you to crunch your knuckles. He watches you eagerly, ready to appraise your efforts, and you can't help the upward tick at the corner of your mouth.
The movements are second nature, really. You twirl your hands into elegant shapes as you raise your arms, and twist them around you in a circular motion; a grand emulation of Rolan's earlier demonstration. As you surge your hands forwards, a bright burst of light surges forwards, bathing the pair of you in a velour glow.
Rolan's face is absolutely priceless. You have to physically swallow down the laugh that threatens to bubble up within you.
"... Like that?" The mirth in your voice, however, is more difficult to disguise.
Rolan just stands, staring at you. His mouth is agape, and he's gradually turning a rather beckoning shade of crimson. The laugh you've been holding back bubbles out of you, and you fold over yourself and brace your hands on your knees as you cackle.
"I... You..." His difficulty forming his words only makes it more entertaining, and you clutch at your stomach as the hilarity of the situation rolls over you. You manage to steel your breathing and calm your laughter, and glance back up at him, but he's still got that incredulous look on his face with his mouth hung open, and it sends you back into hysterics.
"You... You're aĀ wizard?!Ā Why did... Why didn't you..." He trips over every half-thought word, trying to come to terms with the fact that he's been completely blindsided and utterly bamboozled. You calm your laughter and straighten up, a light chuckle spilling from you.
"Yes, Rolan, I'm a wizard. I'm sorry for teasing, I just couldn't resist."
His face is so red he could be mistaken for a gith's dragon.
"I don't... How did I not..." He evidently is still struggling with stringing coherent thoughts together, but you know what he's trying to say. You shrug in response, a smile plastered on your face.
"I don't know, to be honest. I killed at least two of the shadow-creatures that were after you with Magic Missile, and I don't think I could survive without Mage Hands. I'm too short to reach any of the shelves in the library."
"Well." He huffs. "... I could get you a step-stool, if you like."
You can't help throwing your head back at that and laughing openly, "it's fine, really. I manage just fine."
"Why didn't you tell me? I've been stood here like an imbicile, making a big glim showĀ trying to-" He cuts himself off, and the flush that had just began to subside comes back in full force. "I mean- I was-"
"Trying to impress me?" You can't be blamed for teasing him more, surely? When he looks so utterly delectable with that blush over his cheeks? "Don't worry,Ā sweetheart," you drawl out the syllables of the pet name and throw him a wink, "consider me impressed."
As you turn to leave you hear the way his breath catches as he breaths in, and he chokes and splutters on the air. You barely contain your laugh as you begin ascending the stairs back to the main hallway.
Rolan stands behind you, staring at your back as you depart; face burning and tail flicking in wild arcs behind him.
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Triggers to Bullying: Read the entire post
As someone who has been bullied quite badly during Primary school (mostly by boys) and still has some trauma and paranoia to this day, I can't bring myself to dislike Chloe even after Derision aired. This might be because I don't relate much to Marinette when it comes to bullying ( I relate to her when it comes to being clumsy thoughšŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚). NOT downplaying her bullying experience though but when it comes to relatability , it's more of a writing problem than a Marinette problem. I don't blame Marinette ( she clearly is a victim) but I blame Thomas and his crew for not emphasising her experiences until late into Season 5. From S1-S4 Chloe was treated more as her rival than a bully. Most people are scared of bullies but in Chloe's case, she was treated more as an annoyance than a threat and most people laughed at her instead of fearing her. Also, most bullies often have a large group of friends supporting them but for Chloe, almost nobody in the class is on her side and they all support Marinette. For most of the earlier seasons, Marinette was a popular, privileged and beautiful girl who has so many friends and who was only slightly bullied by Chloe. It was hard to relate to her experiences until Derision but I can't hate on Chloe because of what happened in Season 2 and 3. Am I supposed to forget what happened? Chloe's episodes still air on popular MLB channels and TA hasn't said anything about banning Chloe's episodes so her episodes are still important. Do you relate to Marinette's experience with Bullying?
I'm sorry you ever had to experience that, anon. As for how I relate to Marinette's experience, the short answer would be no. The long answer...
The thing about bullying is it can come in different forms and intensity so I don't think Marinette's experience can be relatable to all victims, but y'know, all experiences are valid so it was fine people like us can't personally relate... but yeah anon. It didn't help that none of it was properly foreshadowed before S5 so there's this disconnect with seeing Derision.
Its like watching a puzzle piece being forced into a slot it doesn't fit and it messes with the full picture that you thought was being put together. S1-3 formed a picture of Marinette and Chloe's dynamic, and it was more or less consistent gir YEARS, but Derision shatters that, telling me this happened instead. To me, this creates a strong disconnect because a lot of previous episodes made a lot less sense.
The problem here is, the writers seem to want us to hate Chloe for being a horrible person capable of breaking someone as amazing as Marinette, yet they don't want her to seem competent. Cause they'd be damned if Chloe has any admirable traits like cunning and getting stuff done on her own. They want a hate worthy villain but they kept treating Chloe as a joke... those are contradictory traits that just don't work together without cancelling the other. She's either this horrifying monster who can leave you with trauma that lasts for years or this brat who can't accomplish anything without Lila or Gabriel scheming around her because hardyharhar look at this dumb little blonde.
For S1-3 which spanned for YEARS, we were presented with a Chloe that was a nuissance. Nobody likes her. All she had going for her is having the mayor as her father and being rich. Across multiple episodes, however, Marinette has thwarted her and shown Chloe is a manageable pain in the butt. Not even in Origins did I ever felt Marinette was ever scared of Chloe.
For years, this is what I was presented with. Funny enough, I found Marinette's bullying experience here a bit more relatable. There were definitely some pesky classmates I've had to share classes with. For years in a row even. They mocked me over the pettiest of things... and I have pushed back at them with equal bite. It even got bad enough to end in a physical fight but I didn't back down. So while I was a bully victim, I was hardly helpless nor afraid of them. I can stand up for myself. It may have left me with confidence issues and other baggage but I'm far from unable to carry on with it. For the longest time, I though Marinette was similar to me in this aspect.
But then we get Derision.
I'm supposed to see Marinette as this fragile traumatized victim now who couldn't fight back nor cope without Soqueline, Alya nor Adrien defending her.
Like, yeah, I know, it sounds like I'm invalidating her trauma here. People with trauma don't necessarily put their symptoms on display nor do they emerge in a familiar dramatic way that media loves to present all the time. Its not consistent in real life. There are factors and scenarios where even a traumatized person can function normally for a long period of time. Even supressing the memory. Never tell what's valid or not to the victim actually suffering from it.
But this is a fictional media, not real life. How was the audience supposed to tell Marinette had this kind of history with Chloe??? How was this not a factor in why Chloe doesn't deserve to be a hero sooner?????
Marinette never reacted to any of the things in previous seasons that triggered her in Derision. I have ranted on this post about how inconsistent it is among my other problems with it.
Much like how Chloe is torn between two contradictory depictions of a bully, Marinette is the same way as a victim. They want her to both be a girlboss who shuts down bullies and this poor victim who's afraid of Chloe... the way it happened just didn't work. This is why I can't relate to her at all now.
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Vampire eddie steals readers clothes..he sneaks into her room while she sleeps and sometimes just watches her sleep (very edwards cullen of him) he watches the rise and fall of her chest and her parted lips the moonlight lighting up her sleepy features and his heart tugs..then he starts looking around..first he takes something innocent..maybe a scarf..and then one day heā€™s visiting her at night and he sees the pair of panties she had worn all day on the ground..right there for the taking. So he stuffs them in his pockets. šŸ„µ sometimes he smells her while sheā€™s asleep- like he will literally get on the bed as quietly as he can and just lay there next to her smelling her scent so close to him soemtimes buries his nose in the back of her head playing with strands of her hair which lulls her into an even deeper sleep..then he comes back home and he wraps his pillow in that scarf and puts those panties to good use šŸ˜
Posting part 2 before part 1 cause I do what I want okšŸ˜‚ I just love this sm, so yes there's another part that goes before this one and I think maybe there's gonna be a part 3 too if anyone is interested šŸ„°
Warning: slight smut, v*yeurism, pantie stealing, stalker vibes, naive reader, she's a little dumb too actually but sweet.. I love her idc -let me know if I miss anything
MDNI!! 18+ under the cut!!, Not proofread and GIFs not mine, credit to the talented creators!!
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You best believe he would put them to good use! If he knew she would be safe during the daylight, he would stay home and just go wild off her scent alone. At first he would plan to clean and give the stolen goods back but eventually there was a line crossed that he can never come back from. They'd never be clean enough to give them back without raising suspicion.
She was a very easy going gal, and it took a while before she realised her stuff was going missing so one time she leaves a note. When Eddie first found the note, he went through a whirlwind of emotion. Did she know about him? Why wasn't she scared? She should be terrified of the idea of someone breaking into her home! Especially given the nature of Eddie's condition.
The more read:
"Dear sir or madam,
I understand you've been stealing my belongings, and although I wouldn't mind sharing, I'm starting to run out:-( please give me them back, I can't afford to spend more money on panties
Xoxo"
He didn't know what to do. He couldn't give her the panties back cause they were thoroughly ruined.. maybe he could replace them? Hmmm
The next day she woke up to a messy response scrawled onto the back of her note.
"sorry, sweetheart.. I can only offer this for now, but I will make things right
Lov From your protector"
Beside the note was a folded, clean pair of men's boxers. Being the ditsy sweet thing she was, she didn't even think twice about it. She wore the pants for today, and went about her day as normal. He was so nervous about the whole ordeal, given this was their first communication ever.. despite the fact he knew her so well, and even killed for her. He would do anything he could to protect her. She was a small little lamb in a town of wolves to him.
That night he found her asleep in a tank top and his pants, and if it was even possible he fell even harder for her. Not even in his human life did he ever feel so strongly about a person. And now here he was, a monster obsessing over the innocent. He hated it. He hated everything about it. But he vowed to protect her no matter what, and he had every intention to keep his promise.
He went to leave the bag of brand new panties he bought for her on the desk where she first left the note and he found a new one.
"my protector, (that's sweet)
Can I keep your pants? They're oddly comforting and you have mine so maybe I can have yours? I don't know if its cause I know they're from a protective body who takes care of me in night but I felt safer somehow when I wore them today...
Do I see you in the daytime? Do I know you or are you a deity sent from an angel to look out for me?
Xoxo"
His cold dead heart was somehow beating out his chest. She thought he was sent from the heavens to take care of her... Oh, sweet naive girl.. he left the pants and wrote back.
"My dear sweet honey, I am not from above but from the depths of hell. A deity would be a blessing to you, but alas I am not. Though I'm no human, I'm no angel either. You don't see me in the daylight, I would perish. We never met in my human life, you arrived long after I had gone but you do know my name.
I'm glad you feel safe wearing my clothes. You should feel safe. I will never harm you, I vowed to protect you the second I fell in love with you.
My love, your protector."
Was it too much? Probably.. He could be seen in daylight though, but he didn't want to make her paranoid. He knew she loved all things supernatural, so the thought of something unworldly looking out for her would hopefully not upset her. He begged it wouldn't anyway. He took off his shirt, and left it for her. If his underwear made her feel safe, surely his Black Sabbath shirt would too?
The next morning he waited in this trees where he had the perfect view of her bedroom. He watched her read the letter and she smiled. She smiled. Eddie bit his lip as he watched her remove her own top to wear his. She took in the scent, and danced in her mirror admiring how it looked on her. What a dream she was eds thought. Never in his wildest dreams did he think she would love wearing his clothes so much.
She loved his scent. It was addictive to her. And that letter? It should worry her that she had a stalker claiming to be something similar to a demon but instead it turned her on. She knew it must be true too as here she was, wearing his clothes. A familiar feeling washed over her as she thought that maybe he could see her now. Probably not given that he couldn't go out in daylight..
Taking the risk anyway, she climbed back into her bed and slipped her hand down his boxers to tease herself. Eddie couldn't believe his eyes, feeling the tent begin to form in his pants already. She let out a sigh of relief when she made contact with her clit, and slowly lifted his shirt until her breasts were exposed. Eddie felt he was losing his mind. He shouldn't watch but he couldn't take his eyes off the way her hand moved under his boxers she was still wearing.
Before he could stop himself, he appeared at her window eyes blown wide staring at her. She was staring at him too. Her head cocked to the side when she noticed the pale figure was shirtless under his jacket. Her bottom lip was bitten between her teeth, hard enough a little blood would seep through the skin of her lips. Eddie growled at the scent.
She licked her lip and smiled, continuing to pleasure herself while keeping eye contact with the mystery figure climbing through her window.
"You're him, right? You're gonna take care of me, right?" She spoke up but remained quiet.
"Strip down, sweetheart. I'm here now"
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death-of-astar Ā· 14 days
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The new trailer for The Crow 2024 actually genuinely hurt my feelings, it was so terrible šŸ¤£šŸ’€ I was laughing, CACKLING really, and now I need to vent.
They're doing that shit they always do with modern remakes/retellings, where they modernize the technology and look of the film. Because yeah the violence looks good and all. But where's the soul, where's the heart? The makeup looks half assed, even aesthetically. What's the tone here, 'average punk-ish action movie'?
Like they dumbed down and stomped out the actual heart and overall aesthetic of the story. The villains have been reduced to regular mob-like gangsters?? Eric and Shelly aren't even just regular average people, here they met wherever tf they did, prison in this case I guess? They're both former inmates here I guess, which I suppose might have felt significant if that tied into why the gang killed them later. Instead of Shelly just randomly walking by and seeing something she shouldn't have šŸ’€
I feel like that takes away from Shelly as a character at this point. She doesn't do much in the original but at least she was consciously fighting against forced evictions in a scummy neighborhood. It was dangerous, but she risked it which implied that she was a person who cared and wanted to do something good. That's what that one tiny plot point told us. Now in this new remake it's just "wrong place at the wrong time".
Idk, it really all comes down to this one moment for me. In the OG 1994 movie they never had to verbally TELL us that Eric was getting revenge because of his love for Shelly. We gathered that easily on our own, they shared so much of their relationship with meaningful short little memories and flashbacks. Through the characters around them who loved and cared for/about them. We got to learn everything we needed to know about these two, we cared about them and were rooting for Eric based on so little. The core fact that two regular good people were wronged so horribly that they deserved to set things right.
And yet in this 3min trailer, they felt the need to shove that down our throats like we didn't just see this version of Eric and Shelly being all cutesy and lovey dovey before being wrongfully murdered. A character literally said the words "he's doing it for love" LIKE COME THE FUCK ON šŸ’€
It's whatever, I just hate it šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚
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I was so excited to read Weak Hero's "epilogue" today that I actually dreamt about it last night. šŸ˜…
But in typical dream fashion things weren't quite the same as in real life, and in this case instead of reading the last chapter, I was plopped down in front of a television watching the last episode of the anime. In the show, it was revealed that Donald had faked his death and that he also had a younger sister. They both had auburn hair, and it played a kind of flashback where it showed that Donald was bleaching his hair the whole time and he would also wear contacts to hide his real eye color, which was a deep chocolate brown. (Please remember this was a dream, and I am very well aware that this makes absolutely zero sense in real life lol). And just when it was about to show the reasoning for Donald's actions and what was going on with his sister, I had to stop watching because- again with typical dream nonsense- I was watching the show while inside a haunted house, and someone I was with had pissed off some of the ghost. And I had to abruptly step away from the television to try to calm the ghosties down and to stop them from totally fucking up my dumb friend. AND of course when I finally got back to the show the end credits were rolling, and when I tried to rewind the episode, or find out how I can rewatch it, I couldn't read shit-diddly of what was on the screen šŸ˜®ā€šŸ’Ø. So I woke up super frustrated but also hopeful that the "epilogue" was going to answer all my questions.
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Anyone who's read the "epilogue" by now knows that it, in fact, did NOT answer any of my questions. I personally wouldn't have even called it an epilogue, but more of an author's note. Since that was really what it was. šŸ˜’
I am thankful to the creators for their time, energy, and health that went into making this amazing story. I am still incredibly disappointed and dissatisfied with the ending, but I would still take that shit ending if it meant that I got to experience this story in the first place. Because, as stated in a previous post, I do love this story a whole lot more than I hate it.
Plus, my professional levels of delulu can let me pretend that ending never happened. Maybe I can even pretend my dream ending was the official ending, and I can just mentally fill in the blank spots that "dream me" didn't get to watch.
Then there's also always the option of reading fanfics! šŸ˜†
Now that I got that out of the way, ya'll know I can't leave without mentioning my fav and sharing the extras tidbits that were given to us.
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I'm dying that Jimmy was ALWAYS meant to be the annoying, loud one! šŸ˜‚
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ThisšŸ‘† is 100% what I imagine texting Jimmy would be like. Family, friend or foe, there's no asking, just ordering or demanding šŸ’€
And I'm not gonna forget our last goodbye to the only girls in the series šŸ˜„
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I just finished reading your fic "Quick Guide to Insulting Italians (and Russians)". I'm Italian, and one of my favorite things to read is people who aren't Italian writing characters who are/hc as Italian. I just love reading through other cultures' lenses how they see us.
And I thought "I've seen my fair share of Italian Americans do and say dumb shit about my culture. I've seen the videos of people pranking their Italian partners. There's nothing you can write in this fic that will actually upset me" and oh was I wrong.
I broke at washing the pasta. The pasta chemicals just.... No. Just no. Why. It's not rice why. Do people actually do this? I'm scared. I had to rant for a good 10 minutes before I could continue without angering myself more.
And at this point I'm willing to accept Hawaiian, y'know? Especially since Alastor's also had people in it so he might as well make more of a mess of a pizza.
But the KETCHUP? THE KETCHUP ON THE PIZZA? That one freaked me out.
Congrats. I had a horrible time (/pos). Pls write more Italian Angel šŸ˜­
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Awww thanks!!! :D I definitely had fun writing that one and itā€™s really cool to know that I freaked out people that were actually Italian (/pos). A lot of it was based off the videos of Fabio and Ben (there is one of pasta being washed if you want to give yourself an even worse time.)
As someone who isnā€™t Italian I was a bit concerned how it would resonate with people that are actually Italian, since I know itā€™s pretty stereotypical. If there is one thing Iā€™ve learned from the comments though is that a lot of you Italians do seem to relate to Angel in this fic šŸ˜‚
Iā€™m definitely open to doing more Italian Angel fics in the future. Itā€™s something thatā€™s fun to explore and I like reading about (especially now that I know some Italian people I could reach out to to help make more culturally authentic.)
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