httpwintersoldier · 1 year ago
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opla men hc || when you beg them to fuck you harder
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ᴢᴏʀᴏ ; ᴍɪʜᴀᴡᴋ ; ʟᴜғғʏ ; sᴀɴᴊɪ ; sʜᴀɴᴋs ; ʙᴜɢɢʏ ᴄᴡ: ɴᴏ sᴘᴇᴄɪғɪᴄs
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ᴢᴏʀᴏ
⤷ zoro knows he's an intense person so he always tries to be careful not to hurt you
⤷ your moans and cries for his name already have him desperate and panting, so to beg him to go harder was a treacherous path to walk
⤷ "please... harder..."
⤷ his look would instantly change, a conflict between fucking the words out of your mouth and trying not to cause you unwanted pain
⤷ you'd definitely be able to tell that from the way his grip on your body that he was holding back
⤷ zoro would have to slow down and catch his breath, trying to get his mind off of the 'sweet' way he wanted to fuck you
⤷ "that's a dangerous game you're playing..."
ᴍɪʜᴀᴡᴋ
⤷ mihawk was very keen on teasing you, switching paces and positions to rile you up
⤷ he loved to know he was in control of everything, and especially that he had control over you and your body
⤷ mihawk liked to see you squirm and beg, all for him, all because of him
⤷ so to hear you beg for him to go faster, harder... it was exactly what he wanted
⤷ mihawk would look at you with his signature victory shit-eating grin
⤷ he would fuck you until your legs trembled
⤷ "good girl..."
ʟᴜғғʏ
⤷ luffy just wanted to make you feel good, he loved the way you squirmed under him and moaned his name - it was like praise to him
⤷ and most of all, he loved to know that he had this effect on you
⤷ to know he could please you and make you feel good was all he wanted
⤷ luffy already fucked you like a madman, like a dog in heat
⤷ when you begged him to go harder, his brain didn't even compute, he just obeyed
⤷ "t-this hard enough for you, pretty?"
sᴀɴᴊɪ
⤷ sanji is a gentle lover, he's about the technique, not the strenght
⤷ but once in a while he loves to fuck you senseless
⤷ he loves your hands fisted, eyes closed and mouth open without a single sound being able to come out from the overstimulation
⤷ any sound to sanji only served as confirmation that you were loving it as much as him
⤷ but he particularly loved it when you gave him instructions, he just loved to serve you and make you feel good
⤷ so although he was usually the dominant half, he would listen and obey to your demands
⤷ "say no more, my love"
sʜᴀɴᴋs
⤷ shanks is prideful, he fucks you well and he knows it
⤷ and he loves your moans confirming that he is indeed the one person that can make you feel like that - the only time he'd ever heard you beg was when you begged him to fuck you
⤷ but he knows his bratty partner loves to tease him above anything else
⤷ so when you begged for him to go harder, he just chuckled, he knew you were teasing him, but you'd get it anyway
⤷ nevertheless, shanks would never pass up a chance to make you moan louder and scream higher - much less would he give up a chance to show just how well he could fuck you and how good he could make you feel.
⤷ "oh pretty baby, I'll make you regret that"
ʙᴜɢɢʏ
⤷ despite the rough exterior, what gave buggy the most pleasure was knowing he was making his little treasure feel good
⤷ when you begged or tried to give him an order he would fight back and pretend he 'did what he wanted', but it wouldn't take long before he was doing exactly what you had asked
⤷ buggy loved when you were vocal - he loved to hear you and the Captain would follow your instructions like a lost puppy just to make sure he could keep hearing your pretty noises
⤷ but he was very prone to losing control when he was inside of you - he always wanted more, needed more
⤷ more friction, more noises, more speed... you were his drug
⤷ so to hear you ask for more was a dream come true
⤷ "I'm sorry about what I'm gonna do to you..."
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midnight-bay-if · 1 month ago
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(Follow up to the RO reaction ask where the MC had to do some fake dating for a mission, but it wasn't with the RO)
This is mostly for Taj and Umbra who were very unhappy about it but didn't directly comment on it to the MC like N as they can't enter their head. Though of course if you want to feel free to do it for everyone, as for the others I guess they may feel sort of guilty for their previous thoughts on it for different reasons and what not.
So... what if immediately after the mission, as soon as it's done and MC is back with the RO, they are like "sorry, do you mind waiting a bit before we chat, I need to take a long shower after that!" and going to do so without waiting? Cause like, they acted super professional and convincing about the whole thing during the mission, but it still made them feel utterly disgusted AND disgusting and they are literally miserable now. And well, it clearly shows just how bad MC feels about the whole thing - they can't even enjoy the feeling of a job well done after that. Though just as a mention, the person they had to do the pretend-date with didn't do anything wrong or bad! I'm really just talking about a MC who feels absolutely awful about even pretending to date someone who isn't the RO even if they were good at their job on the spot.
(So sorry about the wait! Hopefully, this is what you wanted. I turned them into two short stories. :) And they turned out much longer than I was anticipating, haha.)
Taj: Taj leans against the closed bathroom door, quietly listening to the water running from behind it. The moment you returned from the mission, you insisted on showering to wash away the icky feeling left behind by having to play pretend with someone else. Your response humbled them greatly. They felt... embarrassed. They were so angry, ready to pout, groan, and dwell in their self-doubt.
They never even considered the possibility that your experience had been even worse than theirs. Selfish. Idiot.
Taj sneaks a glance at the clock on the wall, pondering. It isn't too far away. If they run, they might make it.
With the decision made, Taj grabs their keys, pulls their favourite hoodie over their head, and rushes out of the apartment door. With quick footsteps honed over years of practice, they rush down the apartment block stairs two steps at a time.
At the bottom, Taj yanks open the main entrance for the apartment block, ready to rush out. The overcast sky doesn't appear particularly inviting, but if they are quick, they should make it before suffering its effects.
Pulling their hood tighter over their head to disguise their ears, they rush out into the street. Their feet pound against the pavement, sprinting to try and beat the trappings of time itself.
As they round the corner, they see the stand being gradually packed up. Taj picks up the pace, desperate to reach the elderly gentleman before he leaves.
"Wait!"
The man turns to look at them, eyes slightly wide as they take in their dishevelled appearance. "Can I help you?" He asks.
Taj inhales deeply, desperately trying to catch their breath as they take in the collection of homemade confectionaries on display. It's a stand you've spoken about often. The old man sells his homemade cakes, jams, bread, and an assortment of other goods all day on his stand to make enough money for his family. You always speak of the town's resilience with such... pride.
"Uh, yes," Taj says, biting their lip as their eyes search the goods. When their eyes are set on what they know to be their favourite treat, they sigh with relief. "I'll have two of those, please," they add slightly shyly.
The old man breaks into a grin. "Of course, of course," he replies, carefully bagging the items. "I've seen you before, haven't I?" He continues, scrutinising them carefully. "With MC."
Taj feels their cheeks warm slightly. "Does MC know everyone in this damn town?" They mumble irritably.
The old man laughs. "Pretty much. Those of us from this town take care of one another. Remember that."
Taj understands when they are being given a warning. "I will."
With that, the old man holds out the bag to them, a warm smile on their face. "Good luck to you, then. I know an apology when I see one."
Taj scoffs, though their eyes twinkle with something akin to amusement before setting off back down the street. They sprint as fast as they can, their eyes deadset on the direction of their destination.
Suddenly, the heavens open up, ready to serve their punishment. Rain pelts hard against them; they feel the water soaking through their hood and shoulders to the skin beneath.
"For fuck's sake."
They try not to bristle, keeping their feet moving despite droplets blurring their vision. Without thinking too hard, Taj shoves the bag beneath their hoodie to keep it safe from the elements.
With the apartment block finally in sight, they rush back into the building and up the stairs with superhuman speed.
Water drips onto the apartment floor as they fling the hoodie over their heads, keeping the bag tightly in their hands. The curls of their hair didn't survive completely unscathed, with water droplets gathering at the ends and dripping down to the floor below.
Taj runs a hand through the dark curls, shaking the water droplets out.
"Taj?"
They freeze, bag clutched tightly. They dare glance in the direction of your voice and see you standing there, towel wrapped firmly against you. They try not to stare. They have something to say first.
"Eh... I just... I-- Fuck," they groan, getting frustrated at their own stuttered speech. They hold out the bag to you instead.
"What's this?" You ask, gently opening the bag. The moment they see your eyes light up at its contents, they breathe a sigh of relief. "Is this from Mr. Dales stall?"
Taj coughs, rubbing their arm. "Yes? I couldn't remember his name. But I remembered you telling me about him."
The feel of your arms pulling them into a tight embrace, with a wide smile on your face, makes the wet hair, the burning in their thighs, and the uncomfortable conversation with a stranger entirely worth it.
"I'm sorry. I acted like a prick today," they mumble, tucking their face into the crook of your shoulder.
"You did?"
Taj scoffs. "In my head, I was an ass," they confess sheepishly. "I don't want to be that with you anymore. I want to do better. I won't always get it right... I'm fucked up, angry and petty, carrying a lifetime of hatred, but I want to try. With you. For you."
You stumble backwards slightly, a smile on your face. "Enough of that, you dummy," you say, caressing their face. "Let's enjoy these together, shall we?"
Umbra: Umbra paces the hallway outside of the bathroom. They hear the water running from the other side of the door, and the sound soothes the aching ball in their chest. It's not enough to stop their feet, but it's still pleasant to listen to. With pale fingers, they prod at the marks of their face, trying to determine whether they still stick in the ugly mask they wore at the event. They don't want to turn it on you, after all. It was for them. The one who prodded at you, laughed with you, dared to whisper so close to your ear...
No, no, no... Do not think of it. It was hard enough to smooth out the lines of their face the first time.
They find their mind catching on the way your lip curled in disgust the instant you returned home. You threw down your bag and coat onto the couch, mumbling and disgruntled. They didn't want to intrude on this moment with yourself, but they heard it regardless.
You didn't like pretending. It felt wrong.
It shames them. Seeing you with someone else created an ugliness in them they chose not to control, all while you were struggling to keep the smile on your face they cherish so greatly. How do they make up for that?
Before Umbrs can even question it, they pick up your mobile phone and search through the contacts, one button at a time. They hit the call button as soon as they see the name they were looking for. They can't afford to talk themselves out of this.
"MC? Is everything okay?" The gruff voice sounds out on the other end after just two rings.
"I... It is not MC."
"Umbra?"
"Yes."
Alek sighs, and Umbra can imagine how they are rubbing their face exasperated. "What is it? Why are you ringing from MC's phone?"
"I do not know what else to do."
"All right. Out with it. What's happened?"
"I... I am realising all the small ways I fall short. MC was unhappy today, and I did not see it. What good am I if I cannot even see that?"
A pause. A shuffle of material. Then, an exhale.
"Tell me about it, kid," Alek whispers, barely forcing the words through his breath. "It's a part of being alive. We don't always see the obvious."
Umbra almost quibbles with that bit of observation, but this conversation isn't about them. It's about you. "How can you tell? How do I ensure MC's happiness?"
"If I knew that, kid, these past ten years wouldn't have been so gruellin' for them."
Umbra shakes their head, clenching their free hand into a fist. "I cannot be you."
"Charming... but you are right. And you already aren't. Look, I don't know what happened today, but sometimes people are just unhappy. It happens. You can't always fix it."
"That doesn't seem fair."
"It isn't," Alek says through a sigh. "Now get off the phone to me and go talk to them. You have a habit of making a mountain out of a mole hill. Whatever it is you feel MC is upset about won't be solved by trapping yourself in your own head."
"I... Yes, I should. I am sorry."
"Stop apologising. You know how MC feels about the apologising."
"Right. Yes. Erm... Thank you, Detective Graves."
"Don't call again."
With that, the line goes dead.
Umbra tucks MC's phone back where they got it, just in time to hear the shower shut off from the bathroom. It doesn't feel like enough time; they still need to prepare what to say, how to express how today has made them feel, or how to prepare themselves to hear how today made you feel.
None of it matters the instant the bathroom door opens, and you are standing there, hair dripping, with a towel wrapped tightly around yourself. You are perfect—you are always so perfect.
"Umbra? Are you... all right?"
Umbra nods, then takes a deep breath. "Yes... Are you?"
MC raises a questioning brow. "Is this about earlier? I'm sorry for my mood. Today was just... a lot, and not a particularly enjoyable experience."
Umbra shakes their head, gently taking your much warmer hand in theirs. The feeling in their chest blooms as their pale, bony hands press against yours, and you do not pull away.
"It scares me," they begin, choking out the words. "The ugliness I feel when I see you smiling with another. It's grotesque."
"Umbra--"
"But I promised to be a person for you," they continue, a smile inching at the corners of their mouth. "I am sorry. I let my ugliness take hold today. You must have felt very alone." Umbra steps forward, pressing their forehead against yours. "If you like, we can talk through today together, or simply curl up together and forget about it all. Whatever you want, I will follow."
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emcapi-gaming · 5 months ago
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"So you're here to try and save the world?" She gives a single, bitter laugh. "Bit late for that. I mean, I appreciate the thought, but it's not worth it. This place is too far gone. You're just gonna get yourself killed - or worse."
"I've come this far, haven't I? I have to try."
"…Just what this place needs, another stubborn heroic dumbass." She shakes her head. "There's no arguing with you, is there."
"You've got that much right."
"Well. If you don't mind the extra company, I might as well follow you around and yell at you when you're about to do something particularly stupid. Sure could have used that, myself. Besides, it sounds more interesting than moping my way across every square ilm of Norvrandt like I've been doing."
Ardbert chuckles. "I've seen some pretty strange things, but I think being yelled at by a ghost would be a new one. Sure. Why not? Although I'll have to try and explain you to my friends, lest they assume I've started talking to myself."
(fun facts/notes/lore under cut as usual!)
Originally this was supposed to be part of a poly week prompt (combination of role/outfit swap + alternate universe) but I never got around to the other part with Zero. Ah well! I'm still happy with how this turned out.
I think the most interesting part of this shot + bonus drabble was thinking about some of the ways they're different! They have, frankly, an absurd amount of things in common - most of which were unintentional! - but I like exploring how they differ as individuals also.
In this case: Ardbert is way more of a (justifiably) grumpy little shit here in canon, lol. Between the two of them, he definitely has more of a temper and is more likely to default to anger as a reaction. Ardwin will absolutely snap if pushed, but outside of battle, she is, by comparison, a little more patient and willing to laugh things off or pretend they don't bother her. (Although her tendency to bottle things up comes with its own issues.)
Some of that difference is just down to different hormonal systems. (I have it on good authority from my husband that going on T shifted his default emotional response when upset from being sad/crying to getting angry.) However, some of it is just that: a personal difference!
Thinking about it a little more, maybe Ardwin would be a bit more expressive in this AU. I think that Heavensward, in particular, amplified her pre-existing tendency to repress her shit and Not Talk About It, because Alphinaud and Tataru were really relying on her to be their anchor. She absolutely did not wanna burden them with her own problems. (Let alone the whole, uh, "a smile better suits a hero" bit, which, come to think of it, also absolutely did not help.)
In this AU, though, Ardwin would have been running around with Ardbert's friends. This means she no longer would have been the only Warrior of Light, or the only one being relied on to be The Strong One (given that between Branden, Cylva, and Ard___, the First WoLs have 3 tanks lmao). She definitely would still feel like she should be the stoic leader, but they would probably successfully (lovingly) bully her into talking about her feelings every so often, so she doesn't end up with the Pit of Emotional Repression in the same way.
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ominous-auburn-orbs · 9 months ago
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Here's a writing idea for you, but you don't have to do it
Kinger of Hearts hosts a big ass party celebrating his birthday, gets drunk from the wine and tried to get ✨frisky✨ with Mad Caine(whether he succeeds or not it's up to you)
HEY WHAT'S UP GUYS I'M BACK
Y'know I kinda feel like my works have been getting less and less family friendly over time-
ANYWAY this is set after Queenie's takeover attempt, so Caine and Kinger are together. (I can't be bothered to explain any unknown lore so. Just go with it for my sake)
Oh and wonderland au by @obamerzslop
It had been nearly a month since Queenie's defeat. Everyone was still admittedly shaken, although also more at ease, knowing that they were now truly safe. It was Kinger of Hearts' birthday, meaning there was a large celebration held. Most of the people there were acquaintances and colleagues more than anything, considering the party wasn't even the king's idea, but rather something viewed as a necessity. The only person there that he actually liked was Mad Caine, due to his connection as the jester, along with his advisor, Rabbit Ragatha. Kinger had insisted none of his other friends go, as they wouldn't enjoy it. It didn't feel like it was actually for him, anyway. Pomni, however, had suggested they should still do something separate to celebrate later, which the king was very much looking forward to.
Caine stood near the wall, somewhat unsure around all of the people he failed to recognise. The odd dodo or flower person he'd seen once or twice before at other royal events, but nothing more than that. He had already done his performance at this point, which had been relatively well received, if only because everyone there knew how much Kinger of Hearts valued the jester. They were all far too uptight to truly enjoy Mad Caine's routines, as amusing as they were. He was believed to have a lower class role, making him unworthy of being as close to the king as he was. There was power in the role of jester. Power that they could never achieve.
While better acquainted with the guests, Ragatha was just as uncomfortable. Seeing Caine in the distance, she approached, a genuine smile on her face, which was a rare sight at such events.
"Mad Caine!" She called out as she went to stand beside him. "Your performance was rather good. How are you doing?"
His features relaxed. "Thank you, my friend! I'm not doing too bad myself! How about you?"
Rabbit Ragatha let out a loud sigh. "These events are so very tedious. I know it's already been a month since... everything, but I still feel like I'm in desperate need of a nap." She chuckled quietly. "I wish Kinger of Hearts would realise that he doesn't need to put up this facade anymore, if he ever even needed to in the first place. I think it's still instinct for him to put up this mask for his own safety."
Caine crossed his arms and looked down, concerned. He couldn't bear the thought of Kinger thinking he needs to pretend to be someone he's not. He loved the real Kinger with all his heart, and he wanted to see him happy as well. Assessing his worried posture, Ragatha's eyes softened.
"Maybe you could convince him not to lie so much anymore. While I am his advisor, with something like this, he's a bit more likely to listen to his boyfriend." She gave Caine a friendly nudge as he blushed lightly.
"Haha! Maybe..." He thought about it further. Even if Kinger didn't listen, it was worth a try. He could find a way to convince him regardless. "I'll see what I can do, Raggy!"
Ragatha looked embarrassed by the nickname, as while it was sweet, it wasn't something she necessarily wanted to be called in such a professional environment. Caine looked away and saw Kinger talking with someone he hadn't seen before, and it didn't look like a conversation the royal was particularly enjoying. After quickly informing Ragatha that he would be 'back in a jiffy', he set off towards Kinger, determined to save him from the annoying situation. It was his birthday, after all!
When he reached the king, Mad Caine lightly touched his hand. His liking for physical touch was well known, so it wasn't nearly enough physical affection to raise questions, although it was still the king he was touching.
"Happy birthday, Your Majesty! Are you enjoying yourself?" With a clear look of disdain, the other person left. Kinger of Hearts relaxed significantly and his voice lowered in volume.
"Far more now that you're here." Seeing Ragatha, he glanced around before fully grasping Caine's hand and walking over. "You know, I believe that's the seventh time today you've said 'happy birthday' to me."
"And I'll say it again, my love!" Kinger's eyes widened, worrying greatly about anyone else hearing. For his sake, Caine became quieter, but that didn't mean he liked it. "My dear, Queenie is dead. You don't need to fear her overthrowing you again. You can be yourself now. And if anyone goes against you, then I say that gives you plenty of reason to execute them!"
Kinger smiled, although there was still doubt in his eyes. "You're probably right, but it still feels... wrong. I've been like this for so long, I don't know how to rule as anyone else." Some heads turned to watch the pair with curious looks, but Mad Caine gently rubbed his thumb across Kinger's hand to keep him from seeing.
"I understand, but that doesn't mean I'll start agreeing with you on that any time soon." The two finally reached Ragatha as Kinger gave a chuckle that shook his shoulders. His advisor was somewhat absorbed in her own thoughts, surprised by how relaxed she was. By how relaxed they all were compared to past times like this. As horrible as the whole situation with Queenie had been, it had finally gotten rid of the ever-looming threat that she had once been.
"Your Highness," Ragatha greeted him with a noticeable hint of sarcasm, "is everything to your liking?"
Kinger sighed heavily. "All I'll say is that I'm going to need plenty of wine to get through this." Ragatha nodded and bowed, a glimmer in her eyes like she was about to tell a joke at any moment.
"I'll fetch you a glass."
Hours later, Kinger of Hearts had stayed true to his word, having downed several glasses at that point. Most of the more distinguished guests had filed out, with mainly guards and captains left, as well as other drunkards that they had to remove. Despite how most people and tables had been cleared away, the room felt far less empty with mainly just the trio standing in it. Kinger swayed a little on his feet, with Ragatha and Caine attempting to keep him upright. The two shared knowing glances, silently deciding that it would be best to completely finish the festivities. Before Mad Caine could suggest this to Kinger, however, the king spoke to him with a highly flirtatious tone.
"Heyyy, gorgeous~ you- you come 'round here often?" Ragatha put a hand to her mouth to try and muffle her snickers, while Caine gave Kinger a soft smile.
"Kinger, it's me, Mad Caine!" For the king's sake, he gave a quick glance to the guards, but they were busy removing a passed out accountant from the premises. "Your boyfriend?"
Kinger's eyes widened exponentially. "Woah... that's good. Vvvvery good." He cupped Caine's teeth with his hand. "Y-you're reeeeally pretty..."
The chess piece was mesmorised and Caine could feel his face heat up. Ragatha composed herself enough to put a gentle hand on Kinger's back.
"Your Majesty, you're drunk. You should go to bed." She looked to Mad Caine. "I can help you escort him there."
Caine, however, could clearly see the exhaustion on Ragatha's face, and refused to let her work any longer. "No, my dear! You need to rest for once. I have everything perfectly under control!" With that, Kinger rested his head on the top of Caine's teeth, abruptly shutting them.
Ragatha tried and failed to contain her laughter at Caine's muffled speaking while he tried to open his mouth again. She helped lift Kinger off of the hatter, smiling down at him. "Let me at least help get his Majesty out of here. Then I'll take a break."
Mad Caine agreed to these terms, and the two led Kinger of Hearts out and towards his room. They got halfway down the hall before Caine remembered that Ragatha had promised to rest, so he sent her to her chambers nearby. When the rabbit refused, insisting on helping further, Kinger of Hearts slurred out a threat to execute Ragatha if she didn't rest. She finally agreed, bidding Kinger good night and Caine good luck.
The hatter continued to walk with Kinger, holding one of his hands and with his other hand on the king's back. Kinger turned to face Caine, staring at him for a moment before speaking. "I love yoouuu."
Caine couldn't help but blush as a smile appeared on his face. "I love you too, my dear."
Kinger put a hand on Caine's waist and pulled him closer. "H-hey Caine, are you a flower? Be- because I wanna pollinate you~"
Mad Caine looked at the king in confusion for a moment before he remembered the biology of plant life. His teeth and gums became covered in a bright red as he began to stammer, his grip on Kinger's hand tightening.
"O-oh! Uh, I- l-let's just get you to your room!" He quickened his walking pace. The king's room was near the end of the hall, but he thankfully didn't have much further to go. Then the king would be able to sleep until he sobered up. While Kinger absent-mindedly matched his pace, he didn't stop flirting.
"Y-you're sooo cute... Hey, do- are you made of bees? Because yyyou're as honey as sweet..."
Mad Caine burst out laughing, although he did appreciate that Kinger tried. "Why, thank you, my dear." The hatter walked the king into his bedroom and sat him down on the bed. Before he could bid Kinger of Hearts goodnight, however, the king grabbed him and held him close, pulling Caine onto the bed with him.
Kinger kissed him repeatedly, and after a few moments, Caine returned the hug. He could tell that Kinger of Hearts was fighting sleep, so he decided to lay there with him, patiently waiting for Kinger to succumb to his exhaustion. Mad Caine adored these moments he had with Kinger, even if he would've preferred for the king to be sober, as it was something he had silently wished for for a long time. Eventually, he felt the kisses slow down and stop as Kinger finally fell asleep.
Caine let out a quiet sigh of both relief and content. He made a mental note to bring up their relationship and making it public once Kinger woke up, then drifted off himself, already excited to wake up next to Kinger in the morning.
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asheepinthenight · 6 months ago
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Hi! I read your IF for the first time recently and completed the survey so I didn't think I'd necessarily comment here, but then you gave this answer to the transformation ask: "I expect most MCs will transform metaphorically, but depending on your choices, they may get a few magical additions, too! I don't want to spoil too much, so that's all I'll say about it for now!"
May I say I literally squealed? I didn't expect actual physical changes would be a thing, so I just dumped that thought into the "impossible dreams" related to this game. This made me genuinely so happy! My MC is extremely open minded and fascinated by magic, so it's very likely it will go that way in my playthrough's case!
Oh and while I'm at it, since I'm writing already, I may as well ask something! So, I'll start by saying I love Hawk. I love Hawk so much. They may very well be among my favorite ROs in any IF I've read, despite the story clearly being in it's early'ish stages still. Now, thing is... While I feel like my MC has a pretty "easy time" getting close to Shea (strictly platonic feelings), I have noticed that in Hawk's case, the type of MC I have has less... "gentle" interactions with them. I don't mean Hawk seems to dislike my MC or anything (it doesn't appear to be the case) - but basically, my MC is soft and obedient overall, but also very responsible, and tries to manage everything as good as he can, be it cooking, not offending in any circumstances and what not. Basically, he's as non-problematic as possible. And from what I saw when exploring other choice options out of curiosity, I have come to realize most of the time interactions that could be considered closer to "emotional" are rather linked to MCs who are more clumsy and what not. Now, I'm not under the impression the game "favors" any kind of MC or that the relationships use "points" so I'm not worried per se, but I was curious if this will even out later on (as in, if some kind of scenes will be more exclusive to my type of MC), or is it simply that less "independent" MCs have an easier time early on due to Hawk's personality?
I just can't stress enough that I never felt as if my playthrough was lacking or anything! I just noticed more stuff when I read through some "out of character" options (as in, OOC for my MC) out of curiosity! And well, it got ME curious about the structure and the relationship!
I hope the question doesn't come up as too weird - like I said, the story is great as it is anyway!
I like having the surveys as an option for people, just for my own curiosity, so it will be interesting to eventually see how many MCs are hesitant to get involved with magic and how many are like, "Yes, I would like ALL of it, please!"
Those are great questions about the tone of Hawk's interactions with MC—answers are below the cut due to length!
Hawk is still very much at the stage where they think that MC will just be a brief, neutral presence in their life—no need to interact beyond the minimum. Just another being living in their tower, doing their own thing! The only big exception to that so far is MCs who are especially sensitive to their abrasiveness and/or prone to getting themselves into hazardous situations. If MC seems like they can handle Hawk's brusqueness and take care of themself (even if they're just pretending at it), Hawk will leave them to their own devices. But even though Hawk pretends they don't really care about anyone outside their tiny circle of friends (though it would be difficult to even get Hawk to call them "friends"), they very much do. So if MC seems like they're particularly sensitive to Hawk's whole... everything or are in dire need of assistance, Hawk will let their own guard down a little to help them without being too much of a jerk. It won't be too much longer before all MCs start seeing a softer side of them, though. More anxious and clumsy MCs just get an advance preview! MC's personality will flavor their relationship (e.g. MCs who like to banter with Hawk will see Hawk start that banter more often, and MCs who don't tend to banter will often get more sincere responses), but only specific, major choices will ever lock an MC out of a relationship with either RO. (Those choices will be pretty obvious and will probably even get OOC notes in the text to point them out!)
If you're curious about "points" specifically, TE doesn't have romance points, in the traditional sense, that will direct you to or away from either RO. In addition to a few personality variables for MC, there are a number of variables that track how the ROs view MC, but none of these will lock MC out of or into a relationship with either RO. They're specifically for making the ROs' actions feel consistent with how MC interacts with them. For example, there's a stat for each RO for the aforementioned banter as well as stats for things like trust and more traditional "romance" stats like flirting. Although some interactions may feel less romantic/friendly or may not appear depending on specific variables, that doesn't mean the relationship is doomed by any means! It may just be a little slower burn.
So this is a very long answer, but hopefully it helps! I see TE as more an interactive novel than a "game" that's focused on hitting target stats to pass checks. The variables it does have are solely for making the story feel true to who a given MC is and the choices they make.
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ozzy-boy · 1 year ago
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Volks' love languages
(his deluxe date made me start thinking about this... I'm definitely going to make more of these for the other guys <3)
-Volks isn't a touchy feely guy. He just isn't. Sure, he opens up a lot more around you than he does around other people, but that doesn't mean he isn't awkward and cagey about it.
-Won't initiate physical touch. Practically refuses to. You have to be the one to initiate everything.
-It isn't even that he doesn't want to touch you- no, he's just too stubborn to ask. Because (clearly) asking your significant other for a hug is embarrassing (obviously). He always has to bring it up in a round-about way, like "If you tripped and fell on me-" or "If you wanted to-".
-He eventually gets more and more used to it the longer you're dating.
-Just don't call attention to it when it finally happens. If you make a big deal out of him hugging or deciding to kiss you first, he'll get embarrassed and stop. It's like getting the trust of a wild animal- he's skittish. (lmao)
-In general though, physical touch just isn't really his thing. He doesn't hate it (even if he pretends he does), but it's not usually his first thought either. Hates PDA don't even try it with him cause he'll refuse.
-Isn't the biggest fan of gifts, either... He just isn't very materialistic. He could take or leave most presents, unless they were particularly thoughtful or really to his taste.
-The best gift you can give him is an activity to do together, or something for him to cook. If you ever want to get Volks downright giddy, get him the expensive wagyu. Seriously, he'll be like a kid on Christmas.
-Which leads into one love language Volks is very much a fan of: Acts of service.
-It stems from his childhood. His mother was an ER nurse- and he did everything he could to make her life less difficult.
-He got good grades, kept his room clean, didn't get in fights... He was kind of the definition of a 'good kid'. Started doing his own laundry and making his own meals a lot younger than a lot of kids typically would. He never really minded it, either. Usually, when the house was already clean and dinner was already cooked, it meant that him and his mom could spend more time together since she didn't have anything extra to do after work.
-This bleeds into his romantic relationships too, even if he doesn't realize it. The biggest way Volks shows he loves you is by doing things for you. This trait comes out x100 if you live together.
-You are NOT going to work without a packed lunch. If you bug him about it enough he might even leave you cute little notes. Usually just stupid little doodles of wolves and stuff but he doesn't understand why you love them so much.
-Cooks most of the meals and does most of the chores. (malewife fr)
-You try to insist that you should split the chores 50/50... but he just ignores it. He wants to make your life less difficult.
-"So what if I did the laundry already? We don't need to take turns doing it... C'mon, don't look at me like that."
-"Don't worry about the dishes, I'll do them myself later... Seriously, there are better ways to spend our time together."
-He's secretly such a sweetheart, although he struggles with words of affirmation.
-Sometimes, Volks will say something so incredibly sweet that it makes you swoon but it's never on purpose.
-If he's TRYING to use his words, he can't come up with anything. He's plagued with awkwardness and an emotionally stunted personality, words are hard for him. He struggles to string words together that really explain how much he likes you...
-When he says something really sweet, it's probably because he's just being honest and not putting any thought into it.
-Which... Volks kind of has a problem with sometimes. It's difficult for him to really talk about his emotions and feelings and that's why he always pushes this cares about nothing/nonchalant attitude- you can't be disappointed if nothing ever bothers you.
-So, he actually really appreciates having someone that speaks their mind and means it. You manage to fluster him so much just by being nice and honest with him.
-Hearing you say how much you like him, how attractive you think he is, how much you appreciate what he does for you... Really makes him swoon.
-He's never really put much faith into people's words- actions are what speaks loudest- but it's different when it's you. He loves your words.
-Just... tone down the flirting and compliments in public, okay? He thinks he looks like a dork when he blushes like crazy in public and he'll pout about it.
-Volks' other main love language is quality time.
-Just wants to spend time with you. He doesn't really care what you're doing, or where, or for how long.
-Whether it's for a couple of minutes between your busy schedule, or for hours at a time. Any time he spends with you is good time spent.
-Volks is a homebody and an introvert at heart. His personal time and space are not something he gives up lightly. Just the fact that he allows you in his apartment when you start dating is a high honor, because it's a privilege only few are afforded. (few = you and his mom)
-You don't even have to be doing anything when you're together. Volks is the type that's perfectly content to just exist in the same room. It gives him a good opportunity to stare at you without you noticing.
-Speaking of staring, it's practically a love language in it of itself for him. He loves to just look at you, and he doesn't really care if it's 'weird'. So what if he's staring? You're hot. It'd be a shame not to stare.
-He'll also love it if you engage in his hobbies, especially if you agree to go camping with him. Just be careful, his idea of camping is closer to straight up survival. But he'll be happy, so you figure it's worth giving up your comfortable bed and learning to spear fish in the wilderness.
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therhythmafterthesummer · 2 years ago
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Hi!
First wanted to say I love the wereroomies series!! You’re doing a great job!!
Second, small lil headcannon if you don’t mind. I know Channie’s gf is thick/curvy. And while her self confidence is normally impeccable, there are days when it gets to her cause she doesn’t look like what media wants. You can’t tell me Chan wouldn’t be behind her in the mirror helping her with her routine leading her through mantras to herself.
hooo hooo hoo, anon. you're so smart and sexy, honestly.
i'm glad you're enjoying wereroomies ! your headcanon inspired me, so i wrote this. it's barely proof-read (i went over it like, once), but since it came out of my system i figured i should share it with you all !
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Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series). | Word Count: ~1k. | Warnings: use of the word fat (not in a derogatory way. we must destigmatise the word fat and i'll stand by this til i die sdjfbsdhjkf), references to 13 going 30, discussion of body image.
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“This is bullshit…” You threw your pair of jeans on the bed, huffing and swearing away as if the thing had burnt your skin.
What a fucking week. First, the coffee machine at work broke. Second, your favourite undergarments store closed for good. And third, your favourite pair of jeans just ripped at the crotch, right where your thighs rubbed against one another. The universe was clearly testing your patience and that self-assurance you’d worked so hard for.
“Baby?” Chris peeked from the door of your bedroom, looking incredibly puzzled–not like you could notice much anyway, since you were pulling clothes out of your closet like a mad person. “Are you… Good?”
“No, I’m not fucking good”, your reply was maybe a bit harsher than how you would usually address your boyfriend, but you couldn’t really measure your words right now. “I’m pissed! Why does it have to be like this?”
You kept grumbling to yourself, pulling jeans after jeans from your closet, dropping them on the floor, trying to find a pair that would fit you like the ones that just ripped. None would, though. You knew that already. That was why these were stored here, untouched. None would hold your tummy like those did, none would make your ass look as good, none would hug your waist and your hips as well as those did.
“Hey…” Chris spoke softly, walking close to where you had dropped your pile of clothes. “Talk to me?”
You huffed, annoyed, dejected, defeated by the weights of society you so desperately tried to pretend didn’t exist. “Why? Tell me why the universe decided to make me fat in a world where fat people can’t even find proper jeans to fit us, huh? It’s bullshit…”
Chris opened and closed his mouth a few times, and you just huffed again, slightly annoyed. What would he know? He wasn’t only a male, but also a male in shape, handsome, surely personally sculpted by whichever wolf deity werewolves worshipped.
You started gathering your jeans from the floor, just as Chris took a look at the entire room, his eyes finally landing on the pair you had dropped on the bed earlier. He walked to them, taking them in his hands and examining them closely. Ultimately, he heaved a sigh once you dropped your pile of denim on the bed, fully intending to try them all on, even when you knew none of them would fit. They never did.
“Babe, come here…” Chris took a hold of your hand, his soft caresses on your thumb did ease you a bit, but you still felt infuriated by the entire thing.
Pulling you close, he sat on the bed, right in front of your full-length mirror, motioning for you to sit on his lap. Chris could withstand your weight with zero difficulty, you knew this already, he’d carried you and thrown you around like a ragdoll countless times. 
Hell, he’d often ask you to sit on him, borderline begging, so of course you knew he could most definitely hold your weight, but today you were particularly apprehensive about it, and it must’ve shown on your face, because he gave you his sad puppy eyes, with his sad puppy pout, and honestly, you were convinced this man must’ve studied the art of persuasion with the secret services, the intelligence service, or even fucking Kingsman.
With a sigh, you plopped yourself on his lap, letting his arms wrap around your waist and pull you close.
“I’m sorry, baby”, you mumbled against the skin of his neck, placing a quick kiss there. “I’m all grumpy today… You know I can usually stand these things, but today…”
“Don’t apologise, pretty”, Chris threaded his fingers in your hair, softly massaging your scalp in soothing motions. “It happens”.
“Mmm…” You pulled away from his neck, pouting. He chuckled softly once he took a good look at your face, pecking your lips until that pout disappeared from your face, until you were smiling and giggling.
With one final kiss, he patted your hip, a silent request for you to turn in his lap. “C’mon, let’s do that thing you do, yeah? The mirror thing?”
With his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder, and pressing kisses on your cheek, you looked at yourself in the mirror–admittedly a bit hard to focus on yourself when you had your incredibly warm boyfriend smothering your face and neck with kisses.
One thing you learnt while you grew up, while you tried to find comfort in your own skin, was how the way you talked about yourself affected your self-confidence. People failed to realise how strong one’s words could be, so when you took notice of this, you started to change the way you referred to your own body, and honestly, it did help immensely.
“C’mon, pretty baby…” Chris mumbled, unravelling his arms from around your waist, shamelessly starting to caress your body. “Twenty…”
“Flirty, and thriving”, you continued the phrase, stolen from one of your favourite movies. You had been updating the decade as you aged, and it was honestly comical how much comfort it brought you.
“Mm, good, good. I’m…?” Chris attached his lips to your neck, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses, admittedly distracting you way more than helping, but you certainly weren’t going to complain.
“The baddest bitch”, you sighed, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of your boyfriend’s lips against your skin.
“Open your eyes, babe. Say it with your whole chest”, Chris chuckled, squeezing your thighs.
You swallowed the saliva that had gathered in your mouth. “I’m the baddest bitch”.
“What else?”
“I’m hot as fuck”, you added, following the movement of Chris’ hands around your body, sounding a bit less steady than you should have. “Scrumptious. Full of love…”
“And?”
“Society can kiss my ass”, you finished, sighing at the feel of your boyfriend’s hands kneading your lower belly under your t-shirt.
“C’mon, one more time. All of it”, he whispered, so close to your ear you felt the fine hairs at your nape stand on end.
“I’m twenty, flirty, and thriving. I’m the baddest bitch, scrumptious, full of love, and society can kiss my fat ass”, it was a silly little phrase, but the more you said it, the more you believed it.
“That’s it, baby. You are all of those things and more”, Chris sounded genuinely satisfied, and it made you smile just at how supportive of your silly little ritual he could be. “Can I kiss your fat ass, too?”
You laughed at that, turning in his hold, straddling him and resting your arms on his shoulders, holding him close. “Of course you can, babes. You can kiss me anywhere you want”.
“Anywhere I want?” Cupping your rear, he squeezed your buttcheeks, attaching his lips to your neck immediately.
“Anywhere”, you confirmed, sighing in content at the feel of his plump lips on your skin.
“Mmm…” Chris hummed, pressing a trail of kisses from your neck to your lips, kissing you deeply. “Then I will. And later, if you want, we can go around the city to get you a new pair of jeans. After we drop these ones to get repaired, of course”.
“Repaired?” You pulled back, looking him in the eyes, incredulous.
“I know a place”, Chris shrugged, sneaking his hands under your tee and dragging his arms up and down your sides, generously squishing your soft flesh. “It’s really easy to destroy clothes when you have supernatural strength, baby. We need to get thrifty”.
With a chuckle, you pushed on his chest, and Chris immediately let his body fall on the bed with the motion. Leaning into him, you attached your lips to his, revelling in his satisfied hum as soon as you rested your body weight on him and kissed him deeply.
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lastbluetardis · 1 year ago
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🎵 i just think we, as a society, need more taylor swift-inspired tenrose fics & james x rose AUs 🤍💫 (sorry i’m late btw)
I agree this fandom needs way more TSwift-inspired Ten/Rose AUs 😂
Song: Ivy
AU Idea: Another somewhat angsty song and idea, also with themes of infidelity due to the nature of the song.
This would make for another good ye olde time piece where James and Rose are each in an arranged marriage/betrothal to other people, but neither of them particularly ever wanted to get married, and they especially didn't want to be forced into a marriage. Both their marriages/betrothals are loveless and as a result, they're each miserable and depressed and want to burn the world down.
James is taking his betrothed out on the town, chaperoned of course 'cos God forbid anything untoward happen if he and his fiancée are left alone, even though everyone is aware of how much James hates being engaged. Perhaps Rose is a barmaid or something at the little pub James and his partner are at, and while she isn't his server directly, they keep locking eyes from across the room. James had never seen anyone so beautiful, and he's enchanted by her easy smiles and bright eyes whenever she interacts with a customer. Rose, meanwhile, thinks he's gorgeous and it's the first time she ever considered wanting to corner a stranger in a dark hall and kiss him silly.
Rose's shift ends before James and his fiancee finish their meal, and James sees her leaving and panics, because even though it's stupid and irresponsible, he wants to know her name and wants to see her again. He pretends he needs the toilets, and he follows her out the back door of the pub.
"Excuse me!"
She turns, and a delighted smile crosses her face to see the man she's been lusting over for the past hour. She smooths her hair back, and James's stomach sinks to see the wedding band on her finger. He nearly stutters out an apology, because surely she's a better person than him and doesn't despise her husband, but Rose saw the way he went a little dumbstruck at the sight of her ring, and she grimaces. He's confused, so he oh so loquaciously asks, "Er... married?"
She sighs. "Unfortunately. Earlier this year. Never met him 'til my wedding day."
Part of him aches that someone as seemingly lovely as her seems so unhappy, yet another part of him rejoices that he's not the only terrible person that hates their soon-to-be spouse.
"Yeah, I know what that's like."
"Oh? Miss blonde in there...?"
"Arranged. Parents need me to "carry on the bloodline"."
Rose giggles a little, and she holds out her hand. "I'm Rose."
"James." He shakes it, and it's like electricity shocks through him, stealing his breath and making his heart stutter deliciously in his stomach. "Say... I know this is odd and improper... but d'you... d'you maybe want to... take a walk with me sometime?"
Rose considers, and he's almost certain she's going to decline, but then she nods and says, "I take morning walks through the farm fields. I like watchin' the cows. I start my route on Henrick's street. Maybe I'll see you there?"
And she walks away, leaving him feeling giddy but so, so wretched.
And so a routine is borne. James and Rose regularly take morning walks together. Not every day, and not the same routes, because they're trying to avoid being noticed. It takes all of a week for James to tentatively reach for her hand while they stroll, and another week before he braves kissing said hand. They're each sick with guilt that they're essentially courting each other while they're promised to someone else.
But they can't seem to stop.
After the first month, they share their first kiss.
After the second, they make love in the shadow of an unoccupied barn.
That's their new routine. Walking and kissing and making love. But one day they're caught by the farmer whose barn they regularly commandeer, and word gets back to Rose's husband. He beats her to within an inch of her life.
James only finds out through whispers going 'round the town that Rose cuckolded her husband, and that she deserved the punishment she got, and that really, it could have been a lot worse.
He runs to her house to check on her, but she dismisses him and slams the door in his face when she sees him. It wasn't quick enough, because James hears a man shouting down the hall, asking who it was, and soon this hulking mass of a man is on the porch and takes a swing at James. The two of them skirmish, exchanging blows, with Rose pleading for them to stop. But all James sees in the swollen, bruised mess of her face and the arm she's got cradled in a sling. James punches her husband right in the nose, knocking him out.
James holds out his hand for Rose. "Run away with me?"
"Run away? Where are we going to go?"
"Does it matter? Anywhere is better than here. I know this is mad, but I'm in love with you, and I can't bear the thought of you staying in this house a moment longer. I can't bear the thought of not being with you, of not falling asleep and waking up beside you. Sod the rules and sod the expectations, and especially sod this horrible brute of a man you call a husband."
Rose wavers for a few seconds, eyes filled with tears, but she nods. She wiggles her wedding band off of her finger and slips it onto her husband's pinkie.
James almost collapses with relief, but he takes her hand and ushers her away into the morning. James has a bit of money saved up, so he sneaks into his house and grabs it all, leaving behind all of his material valuables. After all, he's got Rose. What else could he possibly need?
Send me a 🎵 and I’ll shuffle my Taylor Swift playlist
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pandorasword · 2 years ago
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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.
Chaeri's masterlist
❒ Requested ✓ you can find the request here
「 A compilation of BTS proving themselves as gentlemen for their Chaeri 」
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⠪ Let's say that for the first few years after their debut Chaeri was not a great heel-wearer
⠪ She was young, plus the concept of their outfits did not focus on that style, so she had never felt the need to wear particularly high ones.
⠪ As she grew up and started to attend more and more important award ceremonies and events, the urge and need to wear them became evident
⠪ The first time she had to wear very high heels was preceded by a lot of practice in their company building. She did quite well on flat surfaces, the challenge was the stairs
⠪ And obviously at the event she couldn't avoid them
⠪ Luckily Namjoon seemed to be heaven-sent to make her life easier in everything, even in wearing heels
⠪ He was there, of course, waiting to hold her hand and walk down each step with her
⠪ It is still a habit of the guy to offer her help even though, as the years went by and her skills in walking on heels improved, she wouldn't even need it anymore
"You're making it off the stairs like a pro" "I don't think I could do it without you" "Just doing my duty as your favourite brother" "I will say 'favourite brother' if I'm gonna get down all the stairs without breaking an ankle"
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⠪ As the eldest, Jin has a natural inclination to always keep an eye on all the other members
⠪ With Chaeri he seems to have to intervene more often than he would like
⠪ She doesn't seem like it, but when she's really into something she can get awfully clumsy with everything else
⠪ ESPECIALLY IN THE KITCHEN.
⠪ She is a real disaster as a chef, she can cook only a few dishes and poorly.
⠪ That's why, when she tries, she is so concentrated on trying not to burn anything or add too much flavour that she doesn't pay attention to anything else
⠪ In particular, during an episode of BTS in the soop, Jin had to prevent her from hitting the kitchen shelf with her head more than once by putting a hand between her and the furniture
"Maybe next time I'll just wear a helmet in the kitchen" "Or maybe you could just pay attention to where you're going." "Hey, I was distracted by the delicious smell of your cooking" "Flattery will get you everywhere. Now, let's finish making lunch before we have any more near-death experiences."
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⠪ Very funny of Yoongi to always move Chaeri to the inner side of the road as he is the first to scold the others for being too protective of her
⠪ It's something he can't help, they start walking and at some point, at the first possible excuse, he shifts to the side of the road
⠪ The others always tease him about this and he pretends not to hear or simply glares at them to shut 'em up.
⠪ He is not the type to show protection for Chaeri dramatically, as other members do. He is for small things like this
⠪ Yoongi is the type to walk beside her keeping an arm around her shoulders
"Ooh, look at you, all responsible and stuff. You're such a good role model" "Aiish, just move to the inner side before I start regretting this friendship"
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⠪ Chaeri among them is always the one who suffers most from the cold
⠪ Whether during the recording of a music video, a concert or an event, her outfits are always those with the thinnest fabric
⠪ During the making of music videos, Jimin always carries a blanket purchased with her in the group's early days
⠪ In MV shooting videos uploaded by the company channel, there is always this scene:
⠪ Jimin taking the adventure time blanket and covering Chaeri as soon as the cameras go down
"Let's finish shooting this and go get some hot cocoa" "Sounds like a plan. And don't worry, I'll make sure you're bundled up the whole time" "Geez, you're like my personal blanket service" "Hey, it's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it" "I love you"
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⠪ Chaeri's love for snowboarding starts very early
⠪ As her career began, she decided to spend some of her money on snowboarding lessons
⠪ At her first lessons she was accompanied by Jin, who liked the sport and had already been playing it for a while
⠪ As soon as she put her feet on the board, she ended up with her butt in the snow, for so many times
⠪ In the end, Jin was "forced" to teach her to snowboard the way one teaches a child to walk: by holding her hand the whole time
"You know, you're actually a pretty good teacher" "Thanks, I try my best. And you're a pretty good student, for someone who keeps falling on their butt" "Hey, it's not my fault I have bad balance" "Sure, blame it on genetics."
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⠪ Of the BTS members, Chaeri steals the most clothes from Hobi.
⠪ And he lets her do it, not caring so much.
⠪ Actually, seeing her with her clothes on only makes him more joyful.
⠪ With her, sharing is the basis of their friendship
⠪ As Chaeri always styles his jacket on crop tops, she is used to holding them open to show what she is wearing underneath
⠪ He, on the other hand, always rushes to close them and remind her that if she's wearing a jacket it's because it's cold and keeping it open doesn't even make sense
"Seriously, it's cold out here, you need to zip it up" "But I like it this way, it's a fashion statement" "Fashion statement my ass. You're gonna catch a cold, let me zip it up for you" "Oh, so now you're playing the protective big brother card, huh?" "You know it. I don't want my little sister to get sick on my watch"
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⠪ Chaeri's dress was beautiful, as beautiful as short though
⠪ However, it was never a problem at award ceremonies as girls in skirts were provided with blankets to cover themselves from improper camera angles
⠪ Unfortunately for her that evening, the staff had not been provided with enough blankets for the entire number of women participating
⠪ Looking around, it was possible to notice the girls sharing the same quilt in two
⠪ She, the only female member, could not share it with anyone
⠪ So she did her best to keep her legs tightly closed and look around in case someone was filming her from the wrong side
⠪ It was not for long, because as soon as Jungkook realised that Chaeri would not be receiving any coverage, he took off his jacket and placed it directly over her legs
"Hey there, Miss Short Dress. You're gonna get us kicked out of here with that outfit." "Oh, shut up. You love it" "Well, yeah, but that's beside the point. I don't want you to get in trouble with the paparazzi" "You're such a gentleman. Offering me your jacket like that" "Well, what can I say? Chivalry isn't dead yet"
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⠪ One thing Tae loves to do is to stop Chaeri's bodyguard before he can open her car door, to do it himself
⠪ It all started as a game in the group's early days, when the bond between the two was just beginning to form
⠪ Tae pretended to be her personal security guard and Chaeri pretended to be a world-famous celebrity
⠪ Well, over time, part of that game came true.
⠪ Growing up, however, Tae continued to have these attitudes, not just for laughs as they once did
⠪ But he loves giving her princess treatments
⠪ It's really hard to see anyone on staff getting Chaeri out of the car, then
⠪ Her Tae always takes care of it
"After you, m'lady. Allow me to open the door for you" "Oh, thank you sir" "I take my job as your personal bodyguard seriously. I might need to start wearing a suit and earpiece" "I'll make sure to get you a matching tie"
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pardi-real · 7 months ago
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Honeymoon Knight / Chapter 17 - Reliable Butlers
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~ A while later ~
We were done trying on wedding outfits, so we left the store and walked through the streets.
Before that… I tried on the outfits picked by the 4 of them, including Muu. All the outfits were wonderful… Just being able to try them on made me feel good, but most of all, I was happy to be complimented. 
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Flure: "My lord, you seem quite happy, don't you?"
> “Huh? D-do I?” > (Did it show on my face…?)
Miyaji: "It's good to see you enjoying yourself."
Lato: "Kufufu. I'll make sure you have even more fun."
> "Thank you, everyone"
Lato: "But still... This trip seems to be peaceful, huh��"
Flure: "What do you mean by that all of a sudden, Lato."
Lato: "We were requested to be the noble's escorts… Not only that the nobles aren't attacked by thieves or citizens... There haven't been any angel attacks either. Spending time with my lord is enjoyable, but... Thinking about standing still again from tomorrow makes me depressed out of boredom."
Muu: "He seemed so happy just a moment ago... It's really sudden."
Flure: "Lato has these moments occasionally. Suddenly changing the topic... Confusing everyone."
Lato: "Sigh... Wouldn't it be nice if one or two angels attacked..."
Miyaji: "Lato. You shouldn't say things like that too often. Many people have lost families and acquaintances from angel attacks. You never know who might be listening to your words."
Lato: "Hmm... But I just want to destroy angels, you know? Of course, I genuinely want a life-or-death battle with angels... I'm not going to pretend I don't. It's my duty to destroy angels, after all. Those who have suffered... Wouldn't they be happy if I defeated the angels? Personally... I don't particularly want the angels to rampage and erase humans as they please... I haven't said anything to the contrary, have I?"
Miyaji: "I see. Lato, I understand what you're trying to say. You interpreted it that way from my statement.  However... Perceptions vary depending on the listener. So... even if you have no ill intentions... It's better not to say things that might hurt someone.  Especially because it might backfire on you. I know you don't intend to hurt anyone... But those who don't know much about you... might not interpret it that way."
Lato: "Prof. Miyaji... Understood. If Prof. Miyaji says so, I won't say it."
Miyaji: "Thank you, Lato."
Flure: "This exchange... Feels like we've done it thousands of times already..."
Muu: "Th-Thousands of times...?"
Lato: "Hmm... It does feel like I've heard this before."
Muu: "I-I see... So you've been warned before."
Flure: "Sigh... Lato has no interest in anyone other than those around him... He doesn't fully understand Prof. Miyaji's words. It's a different story if it concerns avoiding harm to you, my lord... or for Prof. Miyaji's sake, though…”
> "Well, that's just how Lato is"
Flure: “My lord... You seem to be less surprised by Lato's words and actions by now. Well, it's only natural after being together for over a year."
Buzz—! Buzz—!
> "Huh!?"
Miyaji: "...!! This alarm is...!"
Flure: "C-Could it be an angel alarm!?"
Lato: "Prof. Miyaji. Can I go hunting?"
Miyaji: "Yeah. But we'll go with you."
Lato: "My lord. Please release my power."
Flure: "M-me too...! Please, my lord!"
> "Understood."
‘Come forth, allies of the Covenant. I summon thee.' 'By the pact with the demon, release the power of Flure and Lato.'
Flure: "Thank you, my lord. Lato. Where did the angel appear?"
Lato: "I hear screams coming from the west. It sounds like people are fleeing."
Flure: "To the west... Let's go, Lato...!"
Tap tap tap
Flure: "Hey, Lato...! Sigh... He's acting on his own again!"
Miyaji: "Flure. Let's follow Lato. My lord and Muu, stay close to me."
> "Okay”
Muu: “Y-yes!”
[Tisailles, Town's West Area]
Tap tap tap
Flure: "There he is! It's Lato!"
When we caught up... Lato was in the midst of fighting an angel. That said... the angel's wings were already broken, and it was lying on the ground. And Lato, with his foot on the angel's back, threw the dagger he held... towards the angel's body.
Angel: "............"
Lato: "Hff... hff...  Fufu… fufufu…. It was quite a swift angel. I enjoyed it."
Miyaji: "He defeated it before we arrived... Lato is truly amazing."
> "I'm glad he's safe..."
Miyaji: "Yeah, me too."
At that moment, when we were relieved.
Angel: "............"
From an alley behind Lato... another angel flew towards him at a rapid speed. I immediately shouted to warn Lato.
> "W-watch out...!" > “Lato…!”
Miyaji: "Lato...!"
Whoosh... Thud...!
Almost simultaneously with our shouts... an arrow pierced the angel's wing. The angel lost balance... and crashed into a building wall, passing by Lato. The arrow that was released was shot by Flure, who was right behind me.
> "Flure...!"
Flure: "Lato...! Now!"
Lato: "Yes, I got it...!"
Shunk...!
Angel: " ‘D-die… f-for… for…’ ‘............’ "
Lato: "Hm…… I didn't expect there were two... I was a little too careless."
Flure: "Phew... that was close."
> "Flure! That was amazing!"
Flure: "M-my lord... Thank you."
Muu: "Flure's shot! It was amazing! Shooting down the angel's wings that flew at such a high speed in an instant!"
Flure: "I'm really glad it hit..."
Miyaji: "If it weren't for Flure's arrow... I don't know what would have happened. It was a good decision. Amazing, Flure."
Flure: "P-prof. Miyaji too..."
Lato: "Kufufu... to think that Flure saved me this time... We've been together for quite a while, but perhaps this is the first time?"
Flure: "Maybe… yes."
Lato: "Flure's reliability is evident even in situations like this. Truly... you've grown stronger, Flure."
Flure: "Lato..."
Miyaji: "Let's inform everyone about Flure's heroic deed today."
Flure: "N-no... You don't have to."
Miyaji: "There's no need to be modest. You saved a comrade from an angel's danger. It's something to be proud of and... praised. I want everyone to know about your growth and abilities."
Flure: "P-Prof. Miyaji..."
Miyaji: “Don't you agree, my lord?"
> “Yes!" > "Flure, you were amazing!"
Flure: "My lord... Thank you… very much. Fufu… I'm glad I continued practicing archery."
As Flure spoke with such joy, his eyes glistened with tears. We observed him warmly in that moment. And thus, the journey in Tisailles came to a close.
note: edited Flure's dialogue because I misunderstood that line
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taintedlxve · 2 months ago
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Long post. tl;dr for like multiple personal mental health reasons I'm not gonna be here for a while. My Discord: minniusmaximus. My sfw blog: @braverybystarlight. Love y'all forreal and see you around (or not)
Anyways, I'm going to take a hiatus. I keep stressing out and feeling left behind when everyone's doin' a new thing and its probably a sign I need to get out more or at the very least do other things that aren't just chasing everyone else creatively.
I feel like I rely waaaay too much on public feedback just to do things I like and when I don't get any it puts me in a bad mood and makes me feel like nothing I do matters which sucks even if it's no one's fault and its my rejection sensitive dysphoria making any lack of reaction feel like a massive negative reaction.
There's also the matter of my job instability that's been making my life incredibly stressful and making it difficult to put too much thought and effort behind rp at the moment.
My current job sucks, I'm only like a week into the training stages and its putting massive drains on my mentals and my ability to be around in any capacity beyond just posting ooc posts. Like I've been upset at not getting much engagement but I don't think I've sent a single ask that wasn't a kind of jokey or short low investment thing in months.
I'm finally getting good news in that department though if you hadn't heard already so maybe this won't be a super long hiatus but I try not to make promises on that front lol.
Lastly (and you prolly knew this was coming) there's just the matter of Awoo. I can't stand her y'all, she pretended to be my friend for years, probably my longest one in fact and didn't even have the decency give me a reason before she blocked me and it's caused me to reflect on just how awful she's been to me in the last few years especially.
She's just like a bad person and ngl it bothers me that it feels like I'm mostly the only one that cares about how I was treated. And like I understand people might know her longer or not particularly know me well but that's just how I feel.
And maybe it makes me sound obsessed to be this mad over internet friendship but it's very hard to get over when she's so entrenched in my friend group. She can't even civilly exist in the same space as me she hates me so much and that's mad upsetting to think about. So idk, maybe I just need space from here in general and to focus on non lewd projects for a while until I can fully process that to move on from it.
In any case If I come back in like 2 weeks I'll see you soon lol, if I don't come back for a few months to a year I'll see you later, and if I never come back again and y'all don't follow me to Discord or my other projects then I'll miss each and every one of you.
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italeean · 1 year ago
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Ello it's me for the event hehehehe so here I go.
Description: I'm a serious person, but (tho I hate to admit it T-T) I'm pretty soft and fluffy when you get to know me more. I'm particularly excitable when it comes to my special interests like anime/games. I do karate, and I'm into martial arts in general. I dislike really obnoxious and loud people, but if they're too quiet it just becomes awkward. So someone in the middle would be nice. Name is Robin. Nickname is Robbi.
I'm a lee leaning switch :)
Fandom: Genshin Impact cause why not
Relationship: hmmm romantic cause why not >:)
With a boi pleaseeee :D
Hello hello, my dear cutie, thanks for participating in my event ^_^✨️ I'm super happy to do someone for you so I really hope you enjoy!! 🍡 *some dango for you, too*
🔮 So... for the match-up, your pair is... HEIZOU 🩵💚
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🔮 Why did I choose him for you?
• You're serious and a good listener, which means that Heizou could tell you about his cases or ask you for an opinion • I totally see him getting overwhelmed by a case and you distracting him! Then when he's calmer, you'd go through the materials and clues to make him see the situation from your own perspective • Probably a tickle fight would be a great distraction (maybe even your favorite, for both you and him) • Heizou's combat style is based on martial arts, which is another thing you have in common!!! I can imagine you two training together or even trading techniques!!! • I'm sure he'd be delighted to tickle a certain technique out of you if you don't wanna tell him hehe~ • Heizou isn't particularly loud, but he's extroverted (and super teasy 😳🫣) so he can be a great match for you because he isn't overwhelming but not too quiet either • He's a detective, so he'd be perceptive of your mood even without you telling me (and trust me, it can be useful when you're an INTJ) • I'm 100% sure that Heizou would be able to bring out your fluffy and soft side... I can already see you snuggling together when you get in bed after a long day • I'm quite sure that he'd be able to sneak some cuddly tickles while enjoying the little moment of affection before going to bed... and it would be his pleasure to tire you out with a good tickle attack if you don't wanna go to bed • This detective is so nice... I'm sure he'd be delighted and honored to spend time with you playing games or watching anime!!! • His favorites would be Detective Conan and Yuukoku no Moriarty hehe • He has a very teasy personality, as I've already said, but he's also super goofy... which is why I see him as a ler-leaning switch and a perfect match for you 🩵
🔮 Tickle scenario
"Ummm... are you sure this is what Madame Kujou Sara told you to do..?" You looked at your lover quizzically, "Of course it is! It's a very effective training passed on by the Shuumatsuban itself" Heizou was quick to reply. "Would you really deny me your precious help, RobbiBabe..?" He used the nickname he invented just for you and gave you those puppy eyes you could never say no to.
"No, no..! It just sounds a little weird, that's all..." you were still perplexed, but you were too weak to Heizou's pleading eyes to say no to him. It was unfair how such a mischievous and cunning person could be so cute... He really had you wrapped around his pinky finger.
"Great! So, I'll explain you again what you gotta do." The detective started, every trace of sadness or plead gone from his face. "You have to pretend to be a criminal who has stolen something precious, and I'll try to get the location of the stolen goods out of you through an interrogation. This will help me to be quicker and more efficient when I'll actually interrogate someone!"
"Umm... fine, let me think about a place where I'd hide something..." you said while your brain gears were working to create a realistic scenario.
After a couple of minutes, you tell Heizou you're ready and give him permission to start this 'interrogation training'. He was taking this scenario very seriously, and it almost scared you how ominous he seemed when he looked at you as if you were a criminal, but after a while, you got more confident and even dared to give him sassy answers and witty remark. Even Heizou was somewhat impressed by how much you seemed to enjoy yourself.
However, you couldn't imagine what your lover was planning...
"Fine," he said at some point, "I guess I'll have to use drastic measures if you don't wanna talk to me. And I even asked nicely..." The look he gave you was threatening and almost disappointed, even if it was an act.
Before you knew it, a pair of mischievous hands were latched on your sides and squeezing firmly but softly. "Gh- aaaaeeeeehh..! W-what are you-" You started squirming in your seat, shivering when you heard a low chuckle coming from 'your interrogator'.
"I think you know what I'm doing, Robin..." The way the detective pronounced your full name made your eyes widen, "the Shuumatsuban is usually rougher when it comes to getting the truth out of someone... but torture is technically legal and I'm not part of the Shuumatsuban, so I gotta find an alternative way to make you talk. Tell me, criminal, are you ticklish?"
You tried your best, but you gave in way more easily than you wanted to admit to yourself. "Aaaahehehehehehe nohohoho!!!" You started squirming in your seat, but you did your best to remain still. "No? You aren't? Then this interrogation should be a piece of cake for you~" He said casually, as if his hands weren't slowly walking towards your most ticklish spot.
Your eyes widened in terror when you realized where they were going. "NO!!! Wahahahahait pleheheaha- NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE NOHOHOHOOOO" You didn't even try to hold back your laughter when your feet were targeted mercilessly.
"IHIHIHI GIHIHIVEEE!!! IHIHI'LL TALK!!!" You pleaded, but you didn't expect your boyfriend to stop tickling you and start laughing boisterously. "Pfft- hahahahahaha I can't believe you really bought the interrogation training excuse!" He saw your perplexed face and explained better.
"I noticed you've been awfully serious this week, so I decided to find a way to make you unwind and have you cooperate with me~" You pouted, but you couldn't deny he was right... and you had enjoyed yourself a lot to be honest...
That evening finished with you two snuggling and kissing sweetly on the couch, and Heizou was unaware of the pair of hands that was making his way towards his bare, exposed ribs...
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My Type
Ship: Daisy Johnson x fem!reader
Summary: You struggle to come out to the team, but after a game of ‘fuck, marry, kill’, you accidentally reveal that you have a crush. When the team meets Deke, Daisy suggests you should ask him out because she thinks he's your type. But she doesn't know that she's actually your type.
Warnings: none
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“Fuck Fury, marry Tony Stark, kill Hulk,” Hunter answered Bobbi’s question, slurring his words slightly and waving his bottle of beer in air as if to emphasise his words.
“You answered that a bit too fast, Hunter,” Mack laughed.
“Yeah, and why marry Tony Stark? He's a bit of an egomaniac,” Bobbi asked.
“For the money, duh. He's bloody loaded.”
“I think you guys are focussing on the wrong part,” Fitz chimed in. “Hunter seems to think he can kill the Hulk.”
“Of course, I don't. It's hypothetical and I can say what I want.”
“Fine, whatever. Who's next?” Mack turned to you, sitting next to Hunter.
“Fire away.” You laughed, sipping your drink.
The team had gotten back from a particularly tough mission a few hours ago and Coulson had suggested that everyone take the night off while he finished off the mission report. This, of course, led to Hunter and Mack pulling out the beers and ordering take out.
You were all relaxing on the couches chatting amongst yourselves and relieving the stress of the mission. By now, everyone was fairly drunk and Hunter had suggested playing a game. The team settled on ‘fuck, marry, kill’ with the Avengers.
“Okay, let me think.” Mack scratched his head in an over-the-top thinking gesture, causing some giggles from Jemma and Daisy. “What about … Thor, Captain America, and Iron Man.”
You internally cringed at the mention of only male Avengers. You hadn't come out to the team yet. With all the constant danger, there had never been a right time. But you hid how you felt about Mack’s choices. May had taught you well.
“Hey we just had Iron Man!” Hunter protested.
“No, we had Tony Stark,” Mack countered.
“Same person, Mack.”
“Fine.” Mack sighed. “Thor, Captain America, and …”
You prayed for Black Widow, or Maria Hill, even though she wasn't technically an Avenger.
“Hawkeye,” Mack finished.
Damn, you had forgotten about him.
You hummed, pretending to think it over. Your heart picked up slightly when you released now would be a good time to tell everyone you didn't like men. You were all relaxed and having fun, no one was in immediate danger … Sure, it wasn't the perfect time, and May and Coulson weren't here so you would have to tell them separately, but is there ever really a perfect time? And if it went badly, you could always blame it on the alcohol or hope there was a chance that everyone would be too drunk to remember in the morning.
Okay, here goes. You took a deep breath.
“Hmm, I'm not sure. None of them are really my type.”
This caused gasps of shock from Bobbi, Jemma, Yo-Yo, and Daisy.
“How is Thor not your type?” Bobbi asked.
“Yeah, Thor is everyone's type,” Yo-Yo stated matter-of-factly.
“Even May said he was dreamy!” Daisy added
“Have to agree with ladies, love. Thor is pretty hot.” Hunter shrugged.
“Plus, that's not the game,” Fitz added. “It doesn't really matter who's your type, you still have to choose. I mean, I married Loki on my go and I hate that guy.”
Okay, so that didn't go as planned. Never mind, just roll with it.
“I know.” You laughed. “I just wanted to see your reactions. I guess, I'll fuck Thor, marry Captain America, and kill Hawkeye. But let the record show that I feel bad because Hawkeye seems like a genuinely nice guy.”
“Interesting,” Jemma spoke up. “Why not marry Thor? He's a god and you'd get free trips to space.”
“Damn, what is with the Thor obsession?” You held up your hands in mock surrender. “I just figured that marrying Cap would be great because he'd be a gentleman. I mean, he is from the 40s. Plus, he probably knows how to dance and it's something I kinda want to learn.”
“Yeah, I can see the appeal.” Yo-Yo nodded.
“I'm curious. What is your type, if it's not three of the most attractive men on the planet?” Hunter nudged you playfully.
“Uh.” You hesitated. Here it is, this is the moment. Just reply “women”. It's that simple. It's just one word.
But your eyes landed on Daisy, looking at you expectantly, waiting for your answer, and the word got stuck in your throat.
You had had a crush on Daisy for months now. You had been working with Bobbi and Mack under Robert Gonzalez, tasked with infiltrating Coulson’s S.H.I.E.L.D. and reporting back. But when you had met Daisy, things had gotten complicated. You had pushed your feelings aside, determined to finish the mission. But when the two S.H.I.E.L.D.s had merged to fight against the Inhumans at Afterlife, you had watched Daisy become stronger and more confident, controlling her powers despite the pain she was going through. You admired her and your feelings for her had only gotten stronger the more you got to know her.
But you knew she didn't feel the same way. You had watched her flirt with Lincoln and she had opened up to you about her past relationships; one with a man called Miles, a hacktivist who sold information leading to the death of a powered person, and her relationship with Grant Ward, who turned out to be Hydra. She never mentioned being in a relationship with a woman or even liking women at all.
But then again, neither had you.
“Yeah, come on, y/n.” Mack’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. “What is your type?”
“Uh, I don't know. Dark hair, maybe?” Your thoughts drifted back to Daisy. “Kind eyes, and a bright smile. Someone who's very smart and can be intimidating at times but also makes everyone laugh.” You stopped when you heard Jemma giggle. You looked up at her. “What?”
She smiled knowingly. “That's very specific. Sounds like you have someone in mind.”
“No I –” You started to defend yourself but Yo-Yo cut you off.
“Yeah, look at you blushing and smiling. You definitely have a crush.”
“Come on then. Tell us who it is.” Daisy leaned forward, resting her forearms on her thighs, smirking playfully at you.
Your whole body tensed up at her words. Your hands which had been fiddling with your bottle stilled and your back straightened slightly. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Hunter staring at you, the teasing smile on his face faltering a little when he noticed your body language. Then he laughed loudly and threw his arm around your shoulders.
“Oh don't make the poor woman say it out loud. She's obviously embarrassed. But it's okay, love. No need to be ashamed. I’m a real catch, I know.”
There was a pause before the whole room erupted in laughter. Hunter looked around in mock offense and you caught on to what he was doing; he had noticed you were uncomfortable and shifted everyone's attention onto him instead. You made a mental note to thank him later.
“What the hell makes you think she was describing you of all people?” Fitz asked incredulously.
“Yeah, no offense Hunter, but you're not exactly intimidating.” Mack wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.
“I can be!”
“Well, you're not all that smart either,” Bobbi joked.
Hunter gasped dramatically and clutched his chest, falling back on the couch.
“You wound me. You really are a demon, you know that Bob?”
“Ugh, you're such a flirt.” She rolled her eyes at him but she was smiling fondly.
Later, after everyone had turned in for the night, you stayed behind to clean up the kitchen area. As you binned some empty bottles, you heard someone approach you. You turned around to find Hunter holding more empty bottles. He placed them on the counter before turning his attention to you.
“So, Daisy, huh?”
“I don't know what you're talking about.” You grabbed the bottles off the counter and put them in the bin.
“Yeah, you do. Are you going to tell her?”
You sighed. “No. Not right now anyway.” But you knew that was a lie. You’d had many opportunities to tell Daisy how you felt but you always chickened out at the last second.
“Just a word of advice, don't wait too long. When you do a job like this, the future isn't certain. You never know what we'll face next or if we'll even survive it. You don't want any regrets.”
“Speaking from experience?”
“Hey, this isn't about me. But for the record, yes. I don't always remember to tell Bobbi I love her and I always regret it when something bad happens. Also, we're all watching Mack and Yo-Yo flirting with each other but avoiding any real conversation about their feelings and it's getting painful at this point. So, just don't wait too long, yeah?” He said as he turned to leave.
“Yeah, alright,” you agreed.
But, little did you know, it would be years before you ever told anyone else.
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The team had made it back from the deadly post-apocalyptic future and thankfully everyone was alive. It was just you, Daisy, and Noah in the Lighthouse, until Daisy had spotted Deke on the computer. She had left to break him out of prison and they had returned successfully. But you were still waiting for the rest of the team to return from their mission.
Now, Daisy was watching Deke, who was talking to Noah across the control room, while she ate cereal out of the box.
“You know, he's totally your type.” She spoke in a hushed voice, as if she was telling you a secret.
“What do you mean?” You looked away from the monitor on the desk, confused as to why she would bring this up out of blue. You had never shown any interest in Deke when you met in the future and you were hesitant about him being in the Lighthouse.
“I mean, he totally fits what you described as your type,” she replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. But when you gave her a confused look she sighed and explained. “Remember a few years ago, while we were still living in the Playground, we all got drunk and played ‘fuck, marry, kill’?”
You nodded. Considering all the crazy stuff that had happened since then, you had honestly forgotten about that night. Then it suddenly hit you where Daisy was going with this.
“And you described your type and Hunter joked about you having a crush on him–”
“Yeah, Daisy. That's not–” You tried to stop her but she kept going.
“Well, I think Deke kinda fits the criteria. First of all, he has dark hair. He doesn't smile very often but when he does, it's nice. I don't really know what you meant by kind eyes but I know he can be a bit intimidating. I mean he sold me to Kasius and that was scary. And I suppose he is sort of smart, in his own way. I also watched the footage of him getting drunk at the bar and it's very funny. So, you see, he may be a bit annoying, but he's definitely your type.”
“He's really not. Trust me.”
“I'm serious. You should ask him out.”
You laughed out loud at that, causing Deke and Noah to look your way curiously. Daisy shushed you jokingly but that just made you laugh harder. Deke and Noah went back to their conversation while you caught your breath.
“There is no way I'm asking him out. He's a complete moron and, like you said, he sold you to Kasius. So hell no.” You paused for a moment. “But what I want to know is, how did you remember all that stuff? I said that years ago. I didn't even remember saying it until you brought it up.”
Daisy looked away, inspecting her monitor for news of the team. You felt like she was deliberately avoiding your gaze, and you swore you could see a light dusting of pink colouring her cheeks through her dark hair.
Before you could say anything else, Deke and Noah called out to you both, drawing your attention to the monitors on the wall. The rest of the team had returned.
~~~
Later, you and Deke were searching one of the many storage rooms in the Lighthouse for something that Fitz needed to close the rift to the Fear Dimension. Because apparently that existed now. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents never can catch a break.
“Look, it'll probably be quicker if we both search different rooms,” you suggested.
Deke agreed and left, bumping into Daisy on the way out. She entered the storage room, leaning against the wall. You could feel her staring so you turned to her. She raised one eyebrow at you.
“What?” You asked.
“You tell me. You and Deke … alone … in a storage room…”
“Oh shut up. You know it's not like that.”
“Why not?”
“Daisy, are you seriously trying to set me up with Deke? I mean, really, of all people? Deke?” You rolled your eyes and turned back to the box you were searching.
“Oh come on, he's your–”
“He is not my type, Daisy!” You snapped loudly, slamming something back in the box. “You really wanna know why? It's because he's a man!” You turned to face her as you confessed.
There was a pause as you realised what you just said. You closed your eyes and sighed.
“Shit,” you cursed under your breath.
Might as well come clean about everything, while we're at it.
“He's a man, Daisy. I don't like men. I never have,” you continued, quieter this time. “In fact, that night, I was talking about someone specific, someone I had a crush on. Someone I still have a crush on,” you corrected yourself and took a deep breath, preparing for what you were about to say next. “It's you Daisy. You're my type. I was just too scared to tell you. I didn't want to ruin our friendship because it means so much to me. And I understand if you don't feel the same–”
“Actually, I do,” Daisy interrupted you, all traces of her previously teasing tone gone. “I do feel the same about you.”
“Oh, okay,” you spoke softly, shocked.
Daisy smiled at you, that bright smile that you loved so much. Then she closed the distance between the two of you, pressing her lips gently to yours.
The moment was interrupted by hurried footsteps coming down the hall and Deke throwing open the door.
“I found the thing Fitz needs. Let's go.” He didn't even stop long enough to process what he interrupted before running away towards the control room.
You turned back to Daisy and you both laughed. She took your hand and you headed down the hall hand in hand.
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Alrighty Mötley WIPs that are currently in the works/that I just love. I'll give you guys a top ten. Warning poly!Crue and Crue! slash under the cut.
1. Eternally- if you've been on my Tumblr and checked out literally any of my fic stuff you'll know what eternally is all about but if you don't it's an afterlife AU for Mötley crüe where the boys are all banished to purgatory on a creepy demon infested farmhouse where they have to take care of the creatures and crops living there while also trying to figure out how to deal with having four guys in the house and one bathroom. Poly!Crue, this one will get pretty serious and there will be alot of explicit content mentioned. This is also currently in development hell, as I am unsatisfied with literally every draft I do of it. (14% finished)
2.Balancing act- A TommyMick/ MarLee story where Tommy tries to get Mick into meditation, thinking that it might help Mick with his back problems, but all it does is make Mick really good at seeking glances at Tommy while pretending his eyes are closed when Tommy is doing some chacra healing stuff on him. 2006-ish/red, white and crue era. (Haven't started this one yet so 0%)
3.Detective Mars - AU fic. Mick is a hardened La detective with a back injury that sends him into early retirement. He has one final case to solve before that though and it just so happens to be a missing persons case where the victim just poofed out of existence one night or so his bandmates claim. Mick doesn't really believe them however and decides to go undercover as a normal guitar player looking for a band so that he could scope out whether they'd commited the crime or not. The case quickly unravels in a much different way when a strange connection from his past, is somehow linked to this La club band and now his mission is to protect them at all costs, without them figuring out his identity.(20% finished) (Also poly!Crue but very subtle)
4.Don't have a title for this one but(I take suggestions), the ADHD Tommy/ autistic mick fic- Over the years Nikki has gotten used to the quirks of his bandmates, but it's only when he has a particularly heated conversation with his therapist that he starts to take a closer look at their daily actions and suddenly....years of differences start to make sense. So he decided to journal his findings. (0%)
5. Mötley omegaverse fic- yeah I'm not gonna electorate. (2%)
6. Spank bank- Nsft warning, pure smut, poly!crue fic it's literally about the guys... pleasing themselves in the same room and secretly stealing glances. (Sorry, I'm a degenerate) (6%)
7. Whitehorse- Mick Whitehorse era fic, basically what Mick's dinamic was like in that band and what the guys treated him like and his general journey to becoming Mick Mars and all the growing pains in between. (Also there's a story that they tell about all the guys having to sleep in the van one night and all of them could just, not stop farting and I am a child so I think that's hilarious and I wanna write it) (0%)
8. Always my fist choice- Tommy proposed to Mick the day they met and then every single night afterwards, as a joke obviously never truely, he was just messing around. But if asking Mick to marry him everyday meant that he'd one day say yes then he wasn't going to deny them a wedding now was he? This one is gonna be angsty, right off the bat it takes a pretty realistic approach and it has alot more plot then this but I'm to tired to get into it rn. TommyMick/ Marlee
9. Be my daddy- based on the Lana Del Rey song of the same name this is pure Nikkimick smut ft. Nikki's daddy issues. Pretty self-explanatory. (10% finished)
10. Don't have a title for this one but Mick generation swine era angst. I don't wanna give too much away but there's a scene where Mick cries infront of them for the first time.
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Multiple-time Ultimate Horse Championship Winner and Hay Now! Equestrian Center lead Horse Trainer: Howdy folks. The name's Sienna Grove. You must be Coraleye and Tycho? Welcome to Hay Now! It's true that I'm the horse trainer here, but during your stay here in the beautiful town of Chestnut Ridge, I'll be training you, when it comes to all things horse-related.
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Coraleye: Howdy, Sienna! [Friendly smiles, tips pretend cowboy hat] Thanks for agreeing to meet with us. We're very excited.
Sienna: Good, good! To start us off, do either of you two have any experience with horses?
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Coraleye: Well I have some horse skills, I grew up as a scout. Tyke? Tycho: [Nervously] Never seen a horse in my life. They're banned where I grew up.
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Sienna: Ah. [Nods knowingly] Well not to worry. During your stay here, you'll be trading in your automobile for a pair of well-trained horses. It's a program we've developed to help train our horses and familiarize them with beginners. So they have experience with riders of all skill levels. Tycho: Even if there is no skill level? Sienna: Yes sir. Now if you follow me, [begins walking] we'll find you two the perfect match to accompany you during your stay in Chestnut Ridge.
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Sienna led Coraleye and Tycho into the stables of the equestrian center, where rows of horses behind gated enclosures stood serenely.
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As the group enters the stables, Sienna secures the latch on the sliding barn doors, closing them behind her. Suddenly, all of the horses startle, jumping and bucking their feet in the air, and neighing frantically in a panic. Sienna has heard stories of such behavior, but witnessing it in person is a first for her. Sienna approaches one of the enclosures and reaches in to console one of the trembling mares.
Sienna: Popcorn... What has gotten into you, lady? You usually love making new friends.
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She continues leading Coraleye and Tycho down the line, attempting to find any horse willing to interact with them. They seem to somewhat let their guard down when Coraleye pets them, but cower in fear when Tycho approaches.
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Sienna: I've never seen them act like this before. I don't know... Are you nervous or something, man? Tycho: I mean, I've never been around them before, but I don't feel particularly nervous about them. Coraleye: Horses can really pick up our body language, and if you're feeling tense or fearful, it can make them uncomfy. Just take a deep breath! Sienna: Not my usual style, but your e-mail got me hooked. You guys are cute together. We have some horses across the street, not usually part of the program. There's a special pair I think might be just right for you. Let's give them a try, shall we?
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obsessedwithceleste · 4 months ago
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pls ignore this if this isn't what ur doing but I think ur giving someone who would date them based on their personality?? 😭
I'm 5'3 with straight long brown hair. I'm chubby 🌚
I'm typically the mom friend in friend groups and I always carry bandaids on me either in my phone, pocket, or bag.
I don't rlly think I have a style but I mostly wear bootleg or flare jeans with my ratty old (on the brink of death) converse.
I'm the biggest yapper ever as soon as i get comfortable. I'm a good listener tho if ppl need to talk (or so I've been told)
cat person but I have a crusty old chihuahua 😔 and a 3 month old kitten. my fav color is probably either pink or crimson
I'm a huge swiftie I swear I'm not crazy 😪 or mean 😪 I also love Olivia Rodrigo, Sabrina carpenter, conan gray, gracie abrams, laufey, rauw Alejandro. I mostly listen to indie pop or art pop. But rlly wtv I'm everywhere
I'm not like joke funny but I occasionally either say or do weird things that make ppl laugh but I don't do it on purpose so then I have to pretend like I said it on purpose.
my love languages are gift giving and quality time. I love buying things for ppl even tho I'm broke. It's never anything too special or expensive but like if im at the store and I see smth I remember you told me you like I'll buy it for you.
I also love quality time like for hanging out, I could js go do laundry with you and then go help you do groceries. That's a good day for me as long as I'm with you.
I'm very non-confrontational and I start crying when I argue with ppl 🧍🏽‍♀️.
I'm a sympathy crier. If I see someone crying my eyes will start watering immediately. And I cry over small things but not big things.
I'm very awkward when I first meet people. I tend to say the wrong things so I don't have many friends.
I LOVE LOVE LOVE CHEESE SO SO MUCH
My beige flag is that sometimes after I talk a lot I start dissociating when the other person starts talking and I feel so bad 😭 but it's so hard to care about what they're saying when I'm out of it.
youngest child syndrome
I'm a female november scorpio if you care ab that
I love love physical touch with friends (I've never dated anyone or had any sort of romantically experience 😞) but I always feel scared to initiate in fear that they'll think I'm gross or push me away.
You seem like such a sweetheart omg🥹
Pairing: Theodore Nott
Theo himself is often quite reserved, keeping to his own group, and not really rocking the boat. He has his comfort zone, and he likes it there.
Mattheo does not like Theo’s comfort zone, and often pushes him to expand outside of it, dragging him into many a half-thought out scheme.
The first time you garner Theo’s full attention is after a particularly bad session in Care of Magical Beasts. You had all been working with a flock of bubble gum pink birds that were pretty nasty and Mattheo had, of course, only aggravated them further.
As you were shuffling back into the castle, you noticed Theo’s hands had gotten pretty scruffed up.
Theo was taken aback when you appear by his side, offering to heal the nasty cuts. He’s too shocked to reject your help, watching with wide eyes as the gashes disappear. And then you’re gone.
He finds you again when he realizes that you sit behind him in charms. Turning around he attempts to make idle chatter. (He is not at all the smooth talker he’s often made out to be. Leave that to Enzo)
It’s a bit awkward at first, you both are. There’s a stumble or ten. Uncomfortable lulls. But as the two of you grow more comfortable, so does the conversation. (Sometimes your mind wanders a bit, but Theo never seems to mind. He will tease you about it though)
Eventually your little chats before class become meetings in the library which become walks around the grounds which becomes an invitation to Hogsmeade.
On your walk into town, your fingers brush constantly until Theo works up the courage to grab onto your hand. (There were definitely butterflies for both parties)
Anyway, you spend the day wandering about the shops, batting Theo away when he tries to buy anything and everything that you happen to merely glance at.
When you return to the castle, you produce a small black cat figurine that you saw Theo eyeing in one of the shops.
Theo is stunned. Flabbergasted. He’s used to girls asking him to buy them nice, lavish gifts. But never did he receive anything in return.
The cat barely makes it safely onto the bed before his lips are on yours.
After that you and Theo are connected at the hip. (Or more so than you already were)
Theo really just enjoys basking in your presence, listening to you chatter idly as he reads, grinning bashfully as you help tidy up his dorm (really, what on earth was Mattheo doing trying to stash one of the portraits in their wardrobe?)
Cuddles are also top tier of course
The two of you really just have a disgustingly sweet domestic relationship with you providing a sense of stability and Theo giving you a sense of protection.
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