bugwolfsstuff · 8 months ago
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I said i was gonna rant and by the gods im gonna rant
[This is not gonna make sense and more me shrieking at the gods cus Loki is my blorbo and i hate that Rick fucked up and made him abusive when the first book was litterally implying that he cares about his kids and making him sympathetic.]
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Love how i completely forgot Heimdall was there too between reading this in school and getting home lmao. My phone guy is just that forgettable.
ALSO THATS WHY YOUR DOING THIS? THATS THE REASON YOUR GOING WITH RICK?
They got roasted too hard so theyre gonna kill two innocent kids, mulitate their corpses and use those corpses to chain their father while dripping acid on him?
It was (slightly) more understandable when it was cus Baldur (even tho hes probably happier with Hel anyways) died.
Cus like an eye for an eye.... (even tho that was much more than an eye, more like two eyes, a heart and a leg.)
Actually no scratch that killing Baldur technically was an eye for an eye if you think about it.
(Odin took three of Loki's kids, Loki took his son, his daughter in law and then the same son again when he refused to cry to bring him back. Thats also three. Thats one of the reasons i excuse Baldur dying)
I know Magnus probably either didn't realise what was going on here or if he did it didnt register in his brain the whole story. Which, fair enough, directly after this he listens to Kvasir getting cut up by a chainsaw (good, its clear if it weren't for him Loki, Narvi, Vali and Sigyn would've been probably fine) and then watches Alex get thrown out by his.....sperm donor. So what happens to Loki is not at the top of his concerns rn but i really hope he confronts Frey about it later. Cus Magnus has been shown to emphasize with Loki on this. AND THOSE WERE FUCKING CHILDREN! AND THEY WERE KILLED BECAUSE THEY WERE LOKI'S CHILDREN!
WHO ELSE ARE CHILDREN OF LOKI THAT HE CARES DEEPLY ABOUT?
SAMIRAH AND ALEX
Basically i want Magnus to yell at the gods the way Percy does. Because like Luke everything was probably WAS the gods fault.
And before you come at me with the whole 'prophecy has to happen' thing. Save your breath because most of you have no problem with blaming the gods when it came to luke in pjo and this is kinda similar.
Who was to say that Fenris, Hel and Jörmungandr would have caused ragnarok if the Aesir (mostly Odin) didnt take them from their home and seperate them?
Whos to say Loki would start Ragnarok if Odin didnt break their oath and take his children?
Or :
Let his mouth get sewn shut after he got everyone shit (Sif's new hair, Mjollnir, Draupnir, Gungnir, Skidbladnir and Gullinbursti) because suddenly oaths matter now, Odin.
Kill his innocent children (its not stated in myth or mcga how old Narvi and Vali were/are but the general consensus is that they were young), possibly made him watch said children get murdered (Sword of summer its stated by Loki that the gods watched in amusement as Vali disemboweled Narvi but that could be hyperbole) and had a snake drip acid onto his face.
If there was any good in Loki at any point (which there might be. He actually seems pretty chill in sword of summer) then its been snuffed out now.
Thanks Odin.
You signed your death warrant.
Whats that saying again?
He who tries to prevent fate is doomed to cause it?
Or something like that i cant remember the phrase.
I have more to say yet i cant quite articulate it. So im gonna end it here.
Also i am really in the mood for writing a oneshot of the day they caught Loki in Loki's—or maybe Sigyn's? Pov.
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skullvgirl · 11 days ago
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— 1:26 PM { r.itoshi }
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rin made a mistake.
he knows he did.
it's exactly why at 1:26 PM he comes walking into the ice cream shop you're working at, arms laced with sone random girl he pretty much paid to date him, hoping you'd look at him and think maybe it was a mistake too let him go.
to let him run away from you. just like he runs away from everything else.
you're no where to be found.
in fact, almost you're entire shift goes by without your presence he missed can so much as grace the air, but then he sees it.
your (h/c) locs bouncing away in out of the store with only your bag in hand, not looking back for even a second, as if..you were avoiding something.
you knew he was here he realized
he chases after you.
" YN come back, YN wait, please!" but you don't respond. You don't even turn around untill he forcibly grabs your wrist from behind and pulls you so you're finally, finally looking at him.
it's not the expression he was hoping for.
"what the fuck do you want itoshi." you spat bitterly unhooking your wrist feom his grasp. he stared taking in your words.
itoshi? it felt strange hearing the words come out of your mouth, as far as he could remember you only ever treated him with love and respect. things he took for granted when the two of you were together. moreover it was weird hearing anything but 'rin' 'rinne' and even 'rinnie bear' when you talked to him. You'd always insisted on giving him a pet name to address him and now that you weren't...
It hurt.
Badly.
"well are you just gonna stare, cause if so Im leaving." you began to turn around again taking in a deep breath so you wouldn't cry in front of him.
you needed too look strong.
you needed him to see everything was fine, ans you were doing better without him.
you needed him to see that you never needed him. because clearly he never needed you.
"I'm sorry." you stopped in your tracks, but you did that turn around.
"YN, im so so so fucking sorry I-" he began, attempting to wrap his arms around your shoulder but you quickly push him off
"don't fucking touch me, in fact don't ever touch me again, what you did to me rin. I'll—" you're eyes began to water, and you cursed yourself for even being here right now.
"Ill never forgive you." You tried to hold it in, but the frog begining to form in your throat was only getting bigger. the more you looked at him, the more you wished you'd never met him.
"YN, i'm—I miss you. I miss you more than words can imagine,—"
"Miss me?" you scoffed, it was almost funny. "Didnt miss me much when you spent weeks and months away from me no contact. Didnt miss me much when you were gone for 7 months and when you finally came home you didn't even look at me when you came through the fucking door. Didn't miss me much when—"
"I know! I'm sorry, I wasn't–YN I dont know how to comunicate my words properly, I'm just so fucking useless at times and, and I was scared." he was crying now but so where you. fat sobbing tears ran down your face and jt made you appreciative of the fact you parked far out in the parking lot.
"scared of what? me? yourself? all the love a girl could ever give you in the world?"
"no of course not, it's just my brother he–"
"oh so now this is about your brother huh? stop making excuses, I don't want to fucking hear them."
and you turned around again, this time however instead of yanking you back like rin wanted to he said something yo'd never heard him utter before.
"there not excuses damnit YN, I love you."
you turned around but didn't say anything, letting him stumble towards you and shuffling with something in his pocket.
It was a crumpled sheet of paper that looked too have some sort of writing on it. "Dear YN. You are the love of my life, I'd never thought of a better person to meet and im so glad that person was you. I know this may come as a surprise but you're the only person in my entire life that i've ever loved in this sort of way and I'm sorry I wasn't there for you on your behalf. I was a horrible boyfriend and a horrible friend. I'm not expecting you to forgive me, but I wanted to let you know that I'm here, if you're willing, Im here."
He placed the paper back in his pockets waiting for a response. His heart was going 100 miles an hour and his hands were shaking like he had parkinsons disease but he wouldn't run away, not this time.
a part of your heart felt softened, his face was red and a but swollen now and you could tell he was genuine, at least this time around. but another part was still hurt, another part wanted him to be just as hurt as you were all thoes years.
"which Ai program wrote that for you Rin." you spat and his eyes fell from the hopeful glimmer they had before.
"my therapist, she's, been helping me." that surprised you, and you wasn't sure if it was your own emotions or if it was his, but you felt a calling in you. like something was right.
"give me that." rin pulled out the paper and you snatched it from his grasp, scribbling something on the bottom. "thats my new number, i need to process things right now. ill call you when im ready. "
rin couldn't believe it, you were actually giving him a chance? you might actually let him back into your life?
he'd just have to wait and see.
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dezzie-wurks · 1 year ago
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Realizing They Have a Crush + Confessing
Characters ;; Hobie, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr !
Extras ;; No warnings, sfw, headcanon style !!
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Hobie Brown
He realized very quickly. He liked being around you too much. He loved giving you stuff. He loved seeing your smile and hearing your laugh when he stuck up an attitude with people.
He wasn't for labels, but damn he just might for you. He liked the sound of you being his in reality. You'd definitely get a pass if you worry about that type of stuff, too. I mean, he said he doesn't believe in consistency.
And so, he admitted his fondness for you very quickly.
He didn't see a point in beating around the bush, if you liked him great! If you didnt, well he'd like to stay friends.
Yet when you said yes, he couldn't help and smile widely, throwing his arm around your shoulder as a prop.
"Mine, eh?" He'd ask with tease filling his tone
He was all for spending time with you. I mean, you made him feel so good. He also loved having an arm around your waist, holding your hand, anyway to know you're by him still. Only you get to see his soft guy interior when he calms down at the end of the day.
At the end of the day, his heart swells a little when you two exchange 'I love you's.
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Miles Morales
At first he just thought he had a fondness for you.
But when he flipped through his notebook and saw your face plastering almost every page, he got hit with realization. Sure, he drew all his friends, but you were different.
Every time he saw you, he felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He couldn't push the feeling down.
He asked Hobie for help. All he got told was "Be honest," and that didn't help.
His confession was an accident entirely when he had been alone with you, and he was trying to describe his crush in a way for it to not sound like you.
"They're really cool! Yeah.. really.. cool." He sounded lost in thought, heat rising to his face. Didn't help that you had peeked in his notebook and saw the drawings of you.
But when you acknowledged that it was you more than likely, he fumbled, trying to say no. But when you kissed his cheek, he felt on cloud nine.
Was geeked to be called yours. Especially since his parents loved you(you didn't call them by their first names)
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Gwen Stacy
She immediately knew she loved you, but she was scared.
She was too scared of losing you, just like... nevermind.
It didn't matter, though, you would find out easily by how she acted. Her excited toe to heel jumps when you came around or just her bright smile when you talked to her. She found opening up to you easy.
She found the emotions all too troubling. So telling you was a huge problem for her. Especially since she found you clouding her mind so often, she zoned out during class and other activities.
She told you by starting a conversation. Hanging out, a sleepover maybe, and slipping it in during a heavy talking moment. She thought you didn't hear.
But you did, and you being excited warmed her to no ends. "Wait, really? You're serious!" She'd happily chirp out.
She got more allowing with touch. Actually, she was more touchy. Hugging on you or using your lap as a pillow.
You're her safe haven, and yes, she's so scared of losing you, but she's learning to worry less and love more.
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Pavitr Prabhakar
Absolutely love sick puppy. He had a crush for a long time before he realized that his feeling with you was special.
But everyone knew, including you. There was no real need to confess. I mean, his pupils ere practically hearts around you.
Truly, you were his sun, and he revolved around you. As far as he was concerned, it should be the same way for everyone else !
Besides his following you around like a lost dog, he wasn't overbearing. He gave you space when asked, though he might be awkward the next day he completely respects it.
He finally decided to tell you in a cheesy way. Showing you his favorite spot in his universe, and he mentioned it quietly.
He would be.. okay, if you said no. But he didn't have time to think of that because before he knew it, you were already agreeing to being official.
Absolutely ecstatic. Totally ruined the romantic moment with his squeals, but your laughs were music to his ears for all he cared. "Jeez, that was nerve-wracking." He'd say after the moment calmed down.
Extremely flaunty that you're his. Made matching bracelets that consist of his spider suit colors for you and your favorite colors for his. Or your spidersuit colors, if you're one too!
♡♡♡♡
Hope you guys enjoyed this. I really hope this uploads without fail this time!! Requests are open☆☆
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jaemified · 10 months ago
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last christmas | part 2
“this year, to save me from tears ; ill give it to someone special.”
❆ pairing ; strangers to ?? park gunwook x fem reader
❆ genre ; fluff, slight drama +(ft taesan/jaehyun of bnd and yunjin of lsrfm ^^)
❆ warnings ; swearing, and kinda toxic relationships
❆ wordcount ; 2.4k
❆ synopsis ; beginning your second year of college and you feel youve hit rock bottom. on your own after your ex kicked you out, and taking on a seasonal job at a christmas shop to pay off student loans? everythings gone to shit. but then, you see him for the first time. and you realize there really was a little light in the darkness — your someone special.
♡ kona speaks ! - vaguely follows the plot of the film last christmas (2 part story)
read below the cut !
you cant say you were all to proud of yourself now.
sure, you were a pretty incredible student by high school graduation, with a 3.9 gpa and all (not to mention making it to seoul national university with your beloved boyfriend).
but, that was a year ago.
who wouldve thought it was possible for your life to go so far downhill, in just a span of roughly over 12 months?
your parents had found a better job opportunity in london, but your mom wanted you and your brother to be nearby.
meaning doing so without running it by you of course, which led to her enrolling you into imperial college as a foreign transfer student.
your boyfriend was pretty upset, but nevertheless, followed you despite your best efforts telling him not to (which meant him forfeiting his scholarship at snu).
once your family first heard he would follow suit to london, they gave you an ultimatum. and stupidly, you chose love over family.
they never approved of him anyway.
it was fine for the meanwhile.
at least until you broke up, and he decided to place the blame on you.
it was your flat you bought with your own money anyway. what did he ever do for you? how dare he kick you out of your own home!
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you watched while gyuvin pulled your luggage out the closet, pushing it towards you.
“what the hell are you doing!” you exclaimed as he began to pull your clothes off hangers and throw them towards your direction.
“helping you leave.” he muttered.
“what did i even do? you just wake up one day and decide its my fault you followed me to another continent despite me saying you shouldnt? i told you not to leave your dreams behind, and you chose to ignore me!”
“well maybe you didnt try hard enough! i just know that i dont feel the same about you now as i did then.”
“so thats it?” you scoffed. “you realize this is my apartment? i pay the rent. you just practically live here for free. you cant just kick me out of my own home!”
he only ignored you and shoved piles upon piles of clothing into 2 separate suitcases, before gently escorting you to the door.
“gyuvin. gyuv! kim gyuvin! you cant just leave me here!” you begged.
“im sorry y/n. but its over. maybe if you hadnt taken all that mattered to me we couldve worked out.” gyuvin spoke before slowly closing the door, leaving you out in the cold wearing only pajamas.
“what the fuck am i supposed to do now..” you whispered to yourself, thinking of the only possible places to go.
sure your number of options was minimal, but you began with the only person you thought you could count on anyway.
“what the hell are you doing here?” taesan expressed in shock while he stared at you standing at his front door.
“need somewhere to crash.. surprise?” you shrugged jokingly, trying to lighten the mood as you and your brother werent on the brightest terms.
“goodbye y/n.” he sighed as he turned to lock you out.
“han taesan you let me in this instant! you cant just leave me to die in the middle winter!” you exclaimed, stepping through the door frame so it couldnt close.
“wheres gyuvin?” he scoffed. “i mean, youre the one who left me with mom and dad to buy a house for him anyway.”
“we broke up. blamed me and said i was the reason he lost everything in seoul or whatever. and he still kicked me out of MY home.”
taesan let out a heavy breath, looking around before pushing the door out more for you to walk through.
“..you mean it?” you pondered hesitantly.
“i suppose. i know we warned you about him and all, but youre still my baby sister.” he half heartedly grinned, pointing his head in the direction of his hallway as a gesture for you to come in.
you knew he was still mad at you despite not showing it, but knowing your brother, hes still someone who you could rely on in any situation.
“yeah. and uh- just a heads up, i still live with jaehyun and leehan, plus we dont have an extra room so.. we’ll just figure it out later.”
“thank you.”
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a week later and you were doing better than before. though it wasnt easy to forget the incident, you still managed with the new living situation and all.
you woke up bright and early the following morning for work, ready to sell christmas ornaments for the rest of your life under your boss, huh yunjin, as you were now on break from school.
considering jaehyuns bed wasnt all too comfortable, you still slept pretty well. youre grateful he took the couch for you during that first week. ‘maybe ill get him something as a thank you.’
“what are you doing up so early?” taesan asked, holding off on the toast he was about to eat as he watched you rush downstairs.
“got work. not like dads willing to pay student loans anymore right?”
“the christmas shop, still?” jaehyun asked from his seat on the couch.”
“cant have a full time job as a full time student. it just worked out while im on christmas break.”
your brother nudged you in your stomach, motioning for you to thank his friend for his deed.
“-oh and thanks for taking the couch. i owe you. if you want food or anything ill cover the cost and pick it up in return.” you continued.
“its fine. i get it, the last few days were rough. dont worry about it.” he smiled.
-
after a quick 10ish (or so) minute walk to the street side store you worked at, you realized you were about 5 minutes past the time you were meant to clock in for your shift.
walking into the store, it was no surprise it was already crowded by 8:36am seeing as christmas was 2 weeks away now.
“y/n! y/n get over here! where is your uniform?” yunjin questioned as more of a whisper yell.
before you got the chance to reply, she quickly cut you off and said, “nevermind that. just please hurry to change and come help me with all these people!”
you wave off her dismissive behavior, and speed walk to the bathroom, making sure to pass the lockers to grab your uniform on the way.
“i forgot how itchy this was..” you grumble as you slip on the ugly elf costume yet again before leaving to the front desk.
“welcome in! please let us know if theres anything you need help with!” yunjin smiled as another person walks through the door, putting on her customer service voice.
“guess you dont need me anymore?” you asked jokingly, noticing there was no one within a 10 foot distance of the check out line.
“why must you take so long to change? i only had enough time to help half those people. the other half left after mr smith came in to return all the ornaments he broke again. he really knows how to hold up a line.” she sighed, moving in the direction of a huge box of broken material.
“you cant keep letting them return damaged product. we are losing enough money as is, santa.” you gestured to her new character change yet again as you realize where a good chunk of the budget went. “what was wrong with the reindeer costume?”
“it didnt make it clear that im the owner. the shop is called santas workshop dont you know? cant call it santas workshop if theres no santa.”
you laughed brightly at yunjin while she picked up the box to bring it to the back, just as another person walked in.
“welcome in!-” you call out, before cutting yourself off as you caught a glimpse of his face.
he was pretty gorgeous, you couldnt lie. from what you noticed, he had shortish black hair and big eyes to compliment his soft lips (not to mention his build was pretty insane too. he definitely works out).
the very same guy who caught your attention came to you shortly after, seeking some assistance on picking a gift, so you were happy to comply.
“im not sure what she’d like. its hard shopping for a 14 year old.” he said.
“what’s your relation to her? just like so i know how close you are so its easier to help.”
“my younger cousin. we arent that close, but its our first family gathering in a while and my mom wants me to get something for everyone. but shes always been.. far from an open book. so im lost”
you thought long and hard about what your cousins around that age like, before coming to a final decision.
you attempt to reach for the legos, but you almost fall over as it was just barely out of reach, sitting on one of the higher shelves.
carefully, he steadies you by holding your arm and reaches to grab the item you were aiming at.
“this?” the guy questions as he hands you the orchid lego set.
“yeah! im not sure if it suites her or anything but you cant go wrong with legos. the price isnt too bad and its suitable for anyone at any age for the most part.” you shrugged.
“that actually.. makes perfect sense. youre really good at your job, no? thank you.”
“no worries. if theres anything else i could help you with, weve got a new selection of stuffed animals your girlfriend might like.” you spoke like it was nothing, acting as if you werent just trying to get information.
“i actually.. dont..i don’t have a girlfriend.” he chuckled awkwardly as he brought up a hand to rub the back of his neck.
“oh really? im surprised someone like you doesnt have a pretty girl on your arm.” you said nonchalantly while you attempted to hide your smile (as if you were going to make a move).
“oh stop!” he waved off when you pointed out how red his ears were getting, assuming you only were trying to boast his ego (hes so unaware)((please get the hint)).
you walk back with him to the register so he could pay after realizing there wasnt much more he needed. “that’ll be 45 charged to your card.” you smiled.
“thank you, ms..?” trailing off as he notices he never actually got your name.
“han. y/n han. glad to be of assistance.”
“oh and- one more thing?”
“sure, what else?”
“what time does the store close?”
“10 at night. extended business hours every saturday.”
“surely youre joking? theres no one else here but you and the owner! thats in like 13 hours. youre working a 14 hour shift?”
“yeah but i get paid way extra so its fine, i really do need it. and yeah we are beyond understaffed but its alright.” you laugh, masking your exhaustion and dread with a bit of your lighthearted energy.
“really? i could never, must be so tiring.”
“it is, beyond imagination. but we do what we can.”
“get home safely then alright? its scary leaving that late especially considering the predators go after pretty ladies.”
“youre a tricky one arent you! how dare you mask that as an attempt to flirt.” you gasp playfully, “ill be fine, its not that far of a walk.”
“walk? youre not really walking home are you?” “well yeah, its not like i can drive when i dont have a car myself.”
“by any chance, might you need-”
“y/n! leave the poor man alone! i need you to stock the shelves in the ornaments section!” yunjin calls out from the storage room and interrupting the conversation.
“ill get to it.” you call back.
“well, i should get going then. it really was lovely meeting you.” he smiles.
“thank you, take care!” you reply, waving as he leaves.
it only hit you many hours later (quite literally an hour before you clock out) that you never got his name, and you regret it oh so much!
even yunjin felt pity for you, multitasking and listening to you ramble about the mysterious man despite all the work she had going on whilst you both sat in her office seeing as there were no customers beyond 9:30pm.
“why cant we close early if theres no one coming past a certain time? its not like anyone needs to be christmas shopping at.. 9:49 at night.”
“its just in case theres anyone who needs something, we cant miss a chance to make more money when we’re low on rent money.” she reminded.
“its only 11 minutes though.”
“and where do you have to be in 11 minutes? you live with your brother and his two roommates with no boyfriend and instead worry about a man you just met.”
“ouch, you need to go out more.”
“y/n you know i love you but i have no time for that nonsense. i need to have fun, yes, but money is essential. clubbing and drinking does not get you there, we both know that.”
-
finally, the dreaded 11 minutes were up and it was time to lock up after a crazy long shift. though, you cant say you were looking forward to walking home after standing in heels all day.
it was all most as if your prayers were answered (or just by a really strange coincidence(?)) that someone on a motorcycle stopped in front of you as you crossing the street.
“heard you needed a ride?” the guy from earlier said as he took off his helmet.
“what are you doing here? its late out.” you replied, acting calm as if your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest.
“cant leave you to walk alone in the dark, can i, pretty lady?”
“youre smart, ill give you that.” you smile when you feel your cheeks go hot.
“ill take you home. come on.”
-
maybe it wasnt the best idea to give a stranger your address, but he seemed nice enough, and pretty trustworthy to say the least.
you sat behind him as he drove through the streets, with your arms wrapped around his waist, your chest flush against his back as you wore the helmet he let you borrow.
he was so naturally warm you felt his body heat through the sweater he wore, thankfully keeping you from being to cold.
soon enough you were home, and he was walking you up to the front door.
“thank you for today even if it wasnt all that much, i had a lot of fun. you made my work day more.. bearable.” you smiled.
“of course, you can always call if you need a ride or anything. dont want you getting sick when its storm season.” he reminded before slipping you a postcard with his number on it.
“id love to get to know you more, but i just broke up with my boyfriend last week.. give me some time?”
sure you technically were the one who found him attractive first but, you never actually thought about initiating something more.
he smiled without a second thought, nodding his head slightly. “of course, i understand. just know ill be here, waiting.”
“wait! i never got your name?”
“ill see you later y/n!” he called out as he left, driving off in the opposite direction.
you sighed and unlocked the door with the spare key leehan gave you, and notice him sitting next to jaehyun when you walked in.
“you have a boyfriend and you didnt tell me? how could you! i thought we were friends.” leehan expressed dramatically from the couch as you took off your shoes at the door.
“not a boyfriend, just a friend. why were you even- whatever. wheres taesan?”
“in the bathroom.”
“thanks. uh- jaehyun is it okay if i change in your room since i left my clothes there?”
“go ahead.” he reassured. “oh! also, by the time you come back the pizza we ordered should be here too.”
you close the door behind you and pull out the index card from earlier to save the number as a contact. however, you couldnt help but smile as you read what it said below.
“your personal uber when you need it! +44 28xxx0xx29 -xoxo gunwook park :)”
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danikamariewrites · 1 year ago
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im not sure if you are still taking fourth wing requests - and you absolutely can ignore this and i wont be offended at all - but you are like the only person ive seen who writes for liam and im d e s p e r a t e
what about something where reader and liam had like a one night stand kind of thing, except they both quickly realize that they are feeling much more than one night stand feelings. like maybe they were friends before and even though they didnt think long-run relationships were in the cards bc they are riders, they both still definitely harbor some feelings and then it all kind of spills over
idk im just dumping bc i have to vent it somewhere ahahah
More Than This
Liam x reader
A/n: I’m always taking Fourth Wing requests! Liam deserves the world
Warnings: mentions of sex
You couldn’t help but stare down the table at Liam. He was like a dream come true. With that perfect blonde, fluffy hair and those charming dimples that always made you blush. You kept thinking about how your fingers felt running through his hair last night while he laced on your chest.
For the first time Liam stayed the night after your…activities. You had been sleeping together for a few weeks now. You’d been friends since Parapet, always flirting with each other. The tension between the two of you snapped and decided friends with benefits would work out.
You couldn’t keep lying to yourself though. You had fallen in love with Liam the day you met him. Liam didn’t seem like he reciprocated your feelings so you pushed your crush down.
So you went about your day like normal. Hanging out with your friends, going to class, and meals. At dinner Violet noticed I was off. She nudged me gently with her elbow. “Hey,” she whispered, “you ok? You’ve been weird all day.”
From down the table you missed Liam staring at you with big puppy dog eyes, vying for your attention to be on him. He could hear Imogen teasing him but he was too focused on trying to hear you and Violet. For a split second he swore your eyes flashed over him.
With one more nod of Violets head, you got up from the long wooden table and headed out the door without sparing Liam a glance. Liam watched you leave them turned to Violet with a questioning look. Ever the instigator and sucker for fairytales, Violet pointed her chin at the door. Signaling for Liam to follow you.
Liam was going crazy searching for you. He swore he saw you just a few stairs ahead of him a minute ago. Finally, he got to the main common room and spotted you lounge on the expansive leather couch. The crackling fire reflecting in your eyes. You were clearly lost in thought.
Liam was careful approaching you, he didn’t want to frighten you. You looked so cute when you had your thinking face on. Your nose scrunched just the tiniest bit, and your eyes looked so soft yet far away.
Liam lightly ran his fingers across the top of your shoulder, you perked up staring at him as he sat next to you. “Hey sweetheart,” his tone as gentle as his touch. “Hey.” You try to sound like your usual cheery self but Liam saw right through you.
He tilted his head, taking you in with a sad smile. “What’s wrong?” Liam brought his large fingers up from your shoulder to play with your hair. You sigh out through your nose, using all of your self restraint to not lean into his touch. “Nothing. I’m ok Liam.”
He raises a blonde brow at you. Shooting you a discerning look calling bullshit. “Come on, we don’t keep secrets from each other. If you tell me your secret I’ll tell you mine.” And we might have the same secret, Lima thought to himself.
You ripped away from Liam’s touch. Looking down you rest your forearms on your knees. You couldn’t bear the look of pity and rejection on your best friends face. He obviously cared about you but the awkwardness that would come after you admit your feelings for him will be unbearable.
And besides, you’re riders. There’s a chance you won’t live past this year or the quadrant. Why break your own heart?
Closing your eyes you can’t the worlds that tumble out of your mouth. “I’m in love with you Liam. I didn’t mean to be, but the day I saw you my heart wouldn’t stop doing flips and I felt the good kind of butterflies in my stomach. I pushed it down because I thought it was a crush. But it’s not.”
When you finally stopped the silence crept over your skin. You felt hot, like a dragon was breathing fire directly down your shirt.
Liam’s hand held your jaw, his thumb running over your cheek as he moved you to look at him. Your eyes were unsure and scared. You hoped this was a good sign and not just comfort from a friend. “Sweetheart…I’m so insanely in love with you. You’ve driven me crazy since parapet and I was willing to keep doing this if it meant I could have just a piece of your affection.”
You let out a heavy breath in relief. Liam continued, “Everything about you is incredible y/n. From your heart to your strength you amaze me everyday. So please tell me this means you’re mine?” Words wouldn’t be enough to tell him yes. You jump into Liam’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Liam holds you tightly to his muscular body. Running his fingers through your hair and rubs his hand up and down your spine. Leaning back you hold the sides of Liam’s face and rest your forehead against his. “Take me to bed Li.” His mouth curved into a wicked grin as he shot up still holding you.
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divinelolita · 1 year ago
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i thought of this shi in class so why not give it to u
ngl u be needin more kaulitz twin stuff they be so cute💀 any type of fic bro i do not careeeeeee headcannons or fic u choose cuz im too lazy too🥰
ANYWAY
ahem
kaulitz twins bro who got a bf who is jus mean asf💀 like he's always mad n shi like there is no 'soft spot' for them tf he'll cuss them mfs out too just cause they started dating aint mean SHIT🙅🏾🙅🏾🙅🏾 he will back hand them no hesitation(too far but he still gon push em or smth)
but another thing i thought of is if he realized he actually hurt they feelings bro maybe at the same time or separate idk(bill or tom didnt say anything or show it but you could see) and since he doesn't know how to say sorry bro decided to be nice and fucking sweet🤷🏾 jus for a lil while tho🧍🏾making them food waking them up(IN A NICE WAY) giving them hugs letting them hug him(bro prolly hit them if they tried to hug him before) kiss them n shi doing cute couple stuff bro the basics he does not follow😪🤞🏾
a thought jus crossed me tom thinkin his bf fuckin broke like r u good🤨🤨🤨
KAULITZ TWINS X MEAN READER
doing seperate cuz i CANNOT write rn idek brah m gonna quit or smthhh 😭😭😭
BILL:
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・I feel like he loves affection so much 🙁🙁
・He understands boundaries, he makes sure not to cross them
・BUT DEAR GOD HE JUS WANTS TO HOLD YOUUUUUU
・Pouts a little when you swat his hand away but overall tries not to make a big deal 'outta it
"don't hug me brah."
"....my bad."
・His love language has to do with more physical touch so it PAINS the mf but like 🤷🏻🤷🏻
・Sometimes the things you would say to him stung, but he knows that's just how you are and you don't mean to intentionally hurt him...or he hopes so.
・It gets to the point when he's blinking back tears, shrugging his shoulders and looking anywhere but you
・nahhh tbh he probably thinks he's dreaming when you start being nice
・like if YOU stretch out your arms for a hug? he's running to you and laughing omll
・If you only do this for a few days he takes ADVANTAGE of it.
・bro does not leave your side...like at all.
TOM:
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・not that big on physical affection himself, he likes it but can definitely go without it
・Although it sucks he can't occasionally hug you or pull you to his side, often daydreams of holding you like that even though you're already together 🙁
・Doesn't know how to feel if you push his hand away, swat him on the arm, etc
・Like...bro's kinda sad but he knows you love him...hopefully. 💀
・Randomally slugging him in the arm? ohh shit he's mad
・DOESN'T REALLY LIKE YELL BUT OH MY LORDDD
"m/n what the fuck."
"wha'd i do?"
・He doesn't really care if you say something rude or snarky, words don't really get to him
・But damnn bro's getting cussed out and all he wanted to do was hold your hand while walking 😭😭😭
・EEEE MAKING HIM BREAKFAST IN BED? bro thinks your playing a trick on him tbh
"here, tom." and then it's just a plate full of fucking eggs, bacon, pancakes, etc.
・he thinks you're acting strange but bro gobbles that shit DOWNNN
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thefatedthoughtofyou · 2 years ago
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Lip Service
So i dont 100% know how it starts. I just know that eddie uses the phrase "lip service" maybe he and the gang of teens are at nancys house, hanging in the basement while the kids are at school, robin and steve both had a day off, which never happens. They're talking about who knows what, eddie lounged out on the floor, his feet resting on the couch. Probably next to steve who's sitting on the couch like a normal person. Eddie keeps gently kicking his shoudler, pressing his toes behind steve when his feet get cold.
And steve keeps shoving him away, but not too far, and he always lets eddie keep his toes there for a minute before he shoves at them. And maybe nancy has said something about eddie getting sponsors for the band, and he snorts, says something about how he'd be terrible at promoting a sponsor, that he's no good at lip service. And Steve's goddamn traitorous mouth says,
"i doubt that" with a snort as he wraps his fingers around Eddie's ankle and pushes his foot away. Only he doesnt get to push the foot away, because he freezes, eddie coughs, chokes really, and he's up on his elbows, looking at steve, his eyes HUGE. and he almost winces with how hard Steve's fingers clench into the skin of his ankle. Eddie opens his mouth to say something, maybe ease some of the fucking tension thats now filling the basement, because everyone is staring at steve. But steve is up off the couch before he can manage one word.
He's up the stairs before eddie manages to get himself right side up, and on his feet again. And by the time eddie is outside, jogging down the stairs of the wheelers porch, Steve's BMW is already speeding away. And Eddie's chest ACHES. because he knows he could catch him. Eddie's not the safest driver. Or the slowest.
But his chest is also aching because of the look that had been on Steve's face. It wasn't fear, eddie had seen him afraid. It was down right horror. And Eddie's chest was aching because he didnt know if the horror was because he'd meant what he said, and had been thinking about eddie as much eddie had been thinking about him. Or if he'd been horrified that he'd implied he might have had any thoughts like that about eddie at all.
So eddie watches his car disappear, breathing heavily from just the run up the stairs. He's still trying to catch his breath when robin steps up next to him.
"What happened? What's wrong?" She asked, noting the frown on Eddie's face. He sucks in a deep breath, fights off a cough and just says,
"im alarmingly out of shape Robs" he rests his hands on his head as she chuckles lightly, her hand on his back as they go back inside. She doesn't say anything else to eddie. And he doesn't ask. But she keeps looking at him. And it just makes his brain work harder, faster, makes his palms sweat.
Its been three days and eddie hasn't seen Steve once. Not at the video store. Not at the wheelers. Not even at school to pick up the little nuggets. He'd seen his tail lights friday afternoon, dustin waving out the window at eddie as they drove away.
He bounces on his heels as he stands outside Steve's door. Not sure he should be here. Who was he kidding, steve was avoiding him, of course he shouldnt be here. But steve wouldn't answer his phone either, and robin was no help. Just told eddie to give him time. But Eddie's brain had been running wild for three fucking days and he was about to crawl out of his skin. So he bounces in place a few more times. Then knocks on the door. He presses the door bell too, for good measure. Knows Steve's hearing isnt the best. He hears foot steps and hastily puts his hand over the peep hole. He hears a muttered,
"what the hell?" Before the door swings open, revealing a frowning steve. The frown does a strange sort of summersault on Steve's face. Briefly jumping into a sort of soft smile before he realized it was eddie and then he's frowning again. And Eddie's stomach sinks. Not happy to see him then. Great. Good start.
"Hey." Is all eddie says. Steve wobbles from foot to foot, not opening the door any further.
"Hey?" He says. A question. Sounding for all the world like he has no idea what eddie is even doing at his house. Like they havent seen each other almost every day since eddie got out of the hospital. It throws eddie off. Tilts everything. Makes him stumble. He'd had a PLAN.
"I um... i thought we should talk. Maybe? About the other day?" He tries, says it gently.
"I'm gonna pass on that. Thanks though." Is all steve says, in a rush, and then he closes the door in Eddie's face.
"Hey!" Eddie squawks.
And steve smiles, despite himself, at the indignation in Eddie's voice, resting his back agaisnt the door, dropping his head lightly against the expensive wood.
"Steve! Seriously!?" Eddie bangs on the door, it shakes beneath Steve's shoulder blades but he doesn't move.
Eddie huffs, leans forward until his head is resting against the wood, he flattens his palm on the door.
"Listen. Steve. I'm gonna... im gonna say something. Something i would never say. Not to your face. Or your... door. Hell, not even in your general vicinity. I wouldn't even say it if someone tossed me in a rocket and launched me into space. Not that anyone could hear me up there anyway cuz space is a vacuum so it would be-
"Eddie."
"Right. Yeah. Sorry. Distracted." He lowers his voice, to a near whisper.
"What i was getting at is that... I've been- can you hear me?" He gets no response.
"Knock twice if you can here me. You don't have to talk. I just want you to hear me." Eddie waits. And waits. And then two soft knocks reach his ears.
"Okay cool. Good." He clears his throat, rolls his shoulders, and tries again.
"I just wanted you know that... i can't stop thinking about kissing you. And it has nothing to do with what you said 3 days ago. This was an issue I've been having since... doesn't matter. Its been awhile." He waves his hand next to his head, dismissive though steve cant see him.
"But then you said that. and you know how i am dude, my brain just goes and goes. And i know you've been avoiding me, and thats... fine. I guess. Unless it's... i mean unless you..." he frowns, shakes his head.
"I dont know. I just thought we could talk? In case maybe... you've been like... feeling things?" He grimaces. He really should have just brought the shit he'd written down, it'd be so much easier. He sighs, runs his hands over his face. Does a little spin and groan combo before facing the door again.
"Look i just cant stop thinking about what you said. And i wanted you to know that like.. it didn't bother me, or freak me out or anything. I just... i dont know man." He sighs again, drops his head heavily into the door before backing away a bit.
"Look man you're being awfully quiet, and clearly don't wanna talk to me. So im gonna go." He takes a step down the porch, still facing the door, his chest tight with hope that steve will answer it.
"I just needed you to know that i think about you sometimes." He laughs, shakes his head.
"All the time. Just, all the fucking time now. But i uh... I'll see you around... i guess?" He mutters the last words, his heart sinking as he makes it to the bottom of the steps with no movement from the door. He sighs, shoulders dropping as he scuffs his feet all the way back to his van. He yanks the door open, the metal creaking. And then
"Eddie!" He turns, Steve's standing on the porch,  his arms wrapped around his middle, eyes big and sad as he looks at eddie. Eddie stops, his hand still on the door of his van, standing wide open. He watches steve swallow. Swears he can hear it from all the way in the driveway.
"Dont go?" Its quiet, almost a whisper, and steve is all but fucking begging. Eddie stares for a moment and then slams his van door shut. He starts back toward the house. Watches steve turn and walk back inside before he gets to the porch. Steve steps aside, holds the door open for eddie and lets him pass. Eddie steps inside, watches steve close the door. Lock it. But he doesnt step away. His hand is still on the door handle. His head resting against the door as he breathes deeply. Eddie takes one small step toward him. Knows steve didnt see it, his eyes are closed.
"You okay?" Eddie asks, moving closer still. Steve scrunches his eyes closed harder. Shakes his head.
"I don't know what im doing." He says, eddie leans to the side, sees his lip caught between his teeth. He reaches out, his hand touching Steve's shoulder, he moves closer, nearly pressing himself to Steve's side, and smiles when steve sighs into the touch.
"That's okay." Eddie says, moving his hand across Steve's shoulders, soothing him. Steve shakes his head again and then moves, he turns, placing his back agaisnt the door, his hand moves to Eddie's hip, one finger dipping through Eddie's belt loop to tug him closer, eddie stumbles into steve and huffs a laugh.
"I mean it. I don't know what I'm doing with you. I've never... done this... with a guy before." He breathes.
"Girls i know. I know how to do that. But not this." He moves his free hand between himself and eddie, in the small space thats there. Eddie swallows, hard.
"I uh... i could be a girl. If you want." He winks, and it makes steve laugh, makes him tug on his jeans again, bump their hips together, but he shakes his head, smile fading, looking at eddie seriously.
"I don't want you to be girl. I just want you to be you." He says, and eddie thinks he might fucking cry. And Steve's eyes look shiny too. So eddie moves, his hands moving to hold onto Steve's arms.
"If it helps? I uh... I've never really... done anything... with guys either. Or- or girls. So just... nothing really. Over here on my end." He huffs a sort of sarcastic self depreciating laugh, and looks down, away from steve, his cheeks hot with his admission.
"I mean I've wanted too. Ya know? With guys. I mean i knew i was into guys. Not girls really so much. I mean they're beautiful, just... i never wanted them the way i did with guys. Never wanted them the way i- the way i want you." He whispers the end of it. Scared maybe he shouldn't have it said it that way, that maybe steve wasn't saying the same thing.
"Really?" Is all he gets from steve, making him look up.
"What?"
"You've never- done anything?" Steve asks, his free hand moving to Eddie's side, the fingers curled in Eddie's belt loop move, cup his hip gently, Steve's thumb moves slowly against Eddie's shirt. Eddie takes a shaking breath, shakes his head just enough that his bangs wobble against his forehead.
"Nope. Just a big ol virgin. I mean i kissed Cathey Bartlet once in third grade but it was kinda gross and i didn't really want too. And she didn't really ask me. She just sort of... shovered her mouth on mine. Sort of a bummer of a first and only kiss really." He knows he's saying too much, but his mouth wont stop, never does. But steve is smiling soflty at him so he thinks maybe its okay.
"So yeah. Maybe you've never done anything with a guy, but... at least you've done things. Lightyears ahead of me. On all accounts, probably. I mean... i read things but I'm pretty sure that doesn't count. Having an active inner fantasy life doesn't count either I'm guessing." Eddie smiles awkwardly, his fingers trembling where they're holding Steve's arms. Steve nods at him, his fingers still moving gently over Eddie's shirt.
"That's not a bad thing. You know that right?" Steve asks. One hand moving up Eddie’s arm. Eddie shrugs.
"No hey, i mean it. It's okay that you haven't done stuff. I- um..." steve flushes, a deep red, and oh... eddie likes that, he sways forward, closer to steve.
"You what?" Eddie pushes, his hands moving to Steve's biceps, fingers pressing a little harder. Steve shakes his head, eyes avoiding eddie now.
"Tell me." Eddie moves his hand, his fingertips moving to Steve's chin, lifting his head so he can see his eyes.
"Please?" Eddie asks. Begs. And he watches steve nearly melt. He licks his lips, eyes locking on Eddie's.
"I just- i like the idea that I'll be the only person who's touched you." He looks away quickly after the words leave his mouth. But he doesn't stop there.
"I like the idea of learning how to do this with you. But mostly its the first thing." He scrunches his nose and looks back to eddie.
Eddie is smiing, his cheeks flushed. And then he fucking honest to god giggles. And fucking falls against steve. Steve just wraps his arms around eddie, instinctively pulling him closer.
"Why are you laughing?" But steve's laughing now too, can't help it. Eddie's laugh has always been so fucking contagious. Eddie shakes his head, stops laughing, moves, just a little, moves his nose up Steve's throat, his hands on Steve's hips, pushes him back into the door a bit and he says
"Steve harrington. You have a fucking virgin kink. Or should i say, your kink is fucking virgins?" Eddie's breath on his neck makes him shiver, at least thats what he tells himself. Eddie pulls back, stays close, looks into Steve's eyes.
"Dont you?" He asks, his fingers giving steve a squeeze. Steve squirms and shoves his hands up the back of Eddie's shirt, his warm palms moving against eddie skin, pulling him close. Eddie fucking melts into steve, a little whine leaving his throat.
"Maybe i do. Sounds like you might be a little touched starved princess." Steve shoots back, sounding satisfied, and the nickname goes right to Eddie's nerve endings, his whole body shaking. He's pretty sure his knees are about to buckle, but he can fucking feel steve holding him up, and that just makes it worse. He clings to Steve's shoulders and says the only come back he can think of it in his fuzzy headed haze.
"Princess. So you do want me to be a girl." He huffs into Steve's shoulder. Steve laughs then, his fingers pressing into Eddie's back before letting him go a little, so he can look at him.
"No. I still want you to be you." And he says it so earnestly. Eddie almost melts again, looking into his eyes, steve lifts a hand out of his shirt and tucks some hair behind Eddie's ear. Eddie licks his lips and frowns, wants to not sound too much like an idiot.
"So um... you wouldn't mind then..." he hesitates. Steve's eyes widen, waiting. Eddie grimaces a bit.
"Teaching me... how to do stuff?" He sounds insecure now. But the way steve softens makes him, not hate it. Steve shakes his head, moves his hand to Eddie's cheek.
"No. I wouldn't mind." His thumb moves over Eddie cheek bone and he leans into the touch like a cat.
"Good. Cuz i really wanna kiss you but I'm scared i might be bad at it." Eddie bites his lip, Steve moves his thumb down, sweeps over Eddie's lip until he lets it fall from his teeths grip.
"You'll do fine. I have faith in you." Steve breathes. Eddie's heart flutters.
"What if I'm bad at it? What if I'm like Cathey Bartlet?" Eddie asks, his hands clutching at Steve's shirt now. Steve shakes his head.
"No way. Not possible." Steve smiles, his eyes locked on Eddie's lips now. Eddie's clenched fists are shaking.
"You don't know. I could be terrible. Like kissing a wet mop or someth-"
"Eddie." Steve says his name softly, silencening him gently. Eddie gulps. Eyes widening.
"Can i kiss you?" Steve asks, eddie feels his breath ghost over his lips and his eyes flutter. Eddie nods, pressing his lips together nervously before releasing them again.
"Thank you for asking." Eddie says, smiling at steve as steve smiles at him, both of them moving to close to gap between them.
"Dont get used to it." Steve whispers, his lips brushing Eddie's and then he's kissing him. Soflty at first, letting eddie get used to the feeling. Eddie can feel him smiling against his lips, especially when eddie makes little noises. Steve breaks away, brushes his nose agaisnt Eddie's. Eddie nearly panting as steve practically holds him upright.
"Does that mean you're not gonna ask when you kiss me?" Eddie breathes, his forehead resting against Steve. Steve laughs into Eddie's mouth, kissing him soflty again and says
"Not always. You're mine now Munson. I can kiss you anytime i want." Eddie shivers as steve spins them, pushes Eddie gently against the door. He pulls back, his hands pressed to the door next to Eddie's head.
"That okay with you?" He asks, like he hadn't just fucking shaken eddie to his goddamn core. Eddie's hands scramble over Steve's shoulders, clutching and clawing at him, dragging him closer as he breathes
"Yes. Yeah. Totally good with it. Never stop kissing me." Eddie says, his eyes locked on Steve's mouth. Steve laughs, lets eddie pull him closer, desperately so, and kisses him again. And again. And again.
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cringecannon · 1 year ago
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HI i love the way you write gortash so much😭 i originally allied w him happily and didnt even think about fighting him until my second playthrough just for achievements-sake so i was wondering if you could like do a little something w gortash taking advantage of tav who is eager and willing with their alliance :o
Oh, he'd love you.
He had eyes on you the second you stumbled into the audience hall, sizing up the famed adventurer he'd heard and seen so much of. When you stand in front of him he expects you to be as stand-offish as your companions, but he's honestly shocked at how... nonchalant you are about the affair. He instantly doesn't trust you. He hates the dumb little look on your face as he explains that you aren't to return until Orin is dead. You, people pleaser that you are, agree on the spot. He's dumbfounded as you leave the hall. He had expected to have to schmooze, persuade, maybe even threaten you into working with him. Yet... there you go. Trotting off on your errand like it was the simplest thing you'd ever been asked. It's confusing.
When you return successfully, and you're staring up at him like he's personally hung the stars for you- he has the sudden realization that this might work out even better in his favor than he originally thought. An insidious smile creeps onto his face and his eyes are half-lidded as he sings his praises. This will be a very prosperous relationship, indeed.
At first, you're just his little errand runner- and aren't you just perfect? You do whatever he says, whenever he says, with no complaints. Of course, he has to push the boundaries. He wants to know how far he can get before there's some resistance. It starts with a simple dinner invite. Colleagues discussing plans over dinner, what's the harm? Your companions would try to talk you out of it, but you insist they're being overprotective. Gortash has been nothing but courteous to you so far. As you predict, dinner is pleasant- you're treated to gourmet meals served by a well-trained servant team. Gortash is a chivalrous and gracious host, happy to have your wine glass refilled over and over. Really, he insists. Treat yourself. You were already woozy after your first glass, so by the third, you're barely coherent. Big heart that he has, he helps you up with a worried look. He escorts you to a guest room, and with a chaste kiss to your hand he lets you sleep it off peacefully.
Over the next few days, you come down with a sudden and mysterious illness. Gortash, caring man that he is, is more than happy to let you stay as long as you need. His servants wait on you hand and foot, and he spends his free time sitting with you and chatting. He gets a little touchier during these sessions, but you chalk it up to him being worried. He's been so nice, why would you suspect anything?
You're not sure when the collar appeared, but you're starting to get a little concerned. You tried to leave your room once, and the door was locked from the outside. Gortash is now only interested in talking about your past relationships, or what you thought about him. If you say you trust him he'd smile, grabbing your chin gently. Good pet. His hand moves to your head, patting in a way that you would find condescending if you didn't think so highly of him. You're so perfect. Keep being a good pet, and maybe he'll reward you with a walk around the castle. Would you like that? Of course you would, silly thing.
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cat-autism-wizard · 4 months ago
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five times danny's english class learned that he was phantom (and one time he had to reveal it)
4- valerie gray
valerie was a smart girl but her rage and grudge often clouded her judgment. she knew phantom was doing so much help to humans but she still held a grudge since hes the one who ruined her dad's career and her life. after learning he was after the mayor she decided she was gonna do anything to capture phantom.
but everything changed when she saw him risking everything he had to save the little half ghost girl. he even risked his own life. valerie hated ghosts but she was not a monster. she could never hurt a human even if theyre half human. so she helped him save the little girl. maybe phantom wasnt too bad.
after they rescued the little girl and the mayor from that evil ghost plasmius both phantom and ghost girl went away. valerie was on her way before realizing she didnt check on the mayor and she went back to the lab.
she saw the mayor he was smiling like a crazy man. then she saw glowing rings on his waist. then he transformed..
no.
no no no no.
there was no way that was possible. mayor masters tranformed into plasmius. was she helping him the whole time? the stories about phantom being evil and attacking the mayor, they were all lies. valerie felt betrayed, she felt stupid. the whole time she was being tricked into thinking phantom was the enemy while the real enemy was manipulating her.
maybe she was wrong. wrong about not hurting a human. all she felt was rage. she took a deep breath. she saw what plasmius could do if she attack him now there was no way she could win. she tried her best not to be impulsive as she left the lab.
that day she learnt so much. there were half ghosts some were evil and some were just trying to survive. she was so wrong about a lot of things. she always thought ghosts were all evil but now she sees theyre just like people and phantom was one of the good ones.
"shit" she said as she let herself fall to her bed. the she started to think if whether phantom was also a half ghost. he did look like he knew the little girl in her both forms.
next day in school everything was the same. between classes star walked with her.
"girl are you okay? you seem really tired." star asked worried. she was right valerie was looking like he hasnt slept like ages. it was partially right she couldnt get much sleep from overthinking.
"yeah i am, just have something on my mind. dont worry." she smiled reassuring star that she was telling the truth. but it wasnt really convincing for star.
"i dont want to push you but i hope you know that im here for you val." star gave a small smile.
when the bell rang they went to their classes. valerie was happy to have a friend like star. she might be the only reason why she was still sane. she wished that she could talk about ghost stuffs with her.
in the class valerie noticed danny looking tired more than usual. after class valerie wanted to ask danny if he was alright but right as she was approaching him a ghost attacked the school. valerie saw danny ran for the janitor closet. 'thats by far one of the worst place you could hide' valerie thought. she had to save him before something happened but first she had to become red huntress. before she could do anything she saw phantom flying towards the ghost attacker.
'huh' she thought. phantom was pretty early which gave her some time to get danny out of that terrible 'hiding space'. she opened the janitor closet only to find nothing. danny wasnt there.
valerie started to panic. where could he be? what if something happened to him? valerie was finally gaining friends that was really her friends and not some jock who drops her the moment shes not rich. she was not gonna lose her friends because of some lousy ghost. she found a place to transform into red huntress and searched the whole building but there was no trace of him.
it was only when the attack was done and phantom souped the ghost she could see danny again. she took her suit off somewhere safe and rushed to danny.
"danny where were you?" she asked worry apperant in her voice. danny was taken aback a little.
"i was hiding from the ghost." he said. that was a lie, she knew it but danny said it way too calmly.
"in the janitor closet?" valerie asked not believing the boy.
"yeah it was the closest place i could hide." he said absentmindedly. if valerie didnt check the janitor closet herself she might have believed him which irritated her more than anything. she sighed in an attempt to calm herself down or at least to seem calm.
"im glad youre safe." she left them without they get to say anything more. she had to think to make things make sense.
danny lied to her. which was annoying but all valerie could think was how natural he sounded. danny couldnt lie to save his life, she would know. when he doesnt have his homework he couldnt make up a single lie nor can he tell them without looking like hes gonna shit himself. no, danny fenton was a lot of things but being a good liar was not one of them. it only indicates that he told that lie before so many time. it was a practiced lie.
but why? why would he lie about a hiding place? what was he hiding from valerie? where did he go when he was not in the closet? and more importantly how did he go elsewhere?
valerie was sure she did not look at somewhere long enough and far enough for her to not to notice danny leaving the closet. if there wasnt a secret passage in the closet or danny didnt suddenly gain ghost powers it would be impossible for danny to go out without valerie seeing him.
wait.
no no it was stupid, there was no way.
there was no way that danny out of all people was a half ghost. everyone knew he always hid away the first when there was a ghost attack because he was scared and danny only knew ghost stuff because his parents were ghost hunters. no other reasons. it was just a coincidence that he looked like that half ghost girl. or that he was always close to the places that attacks happen. or that he only comes out when the attack is fully done. or that phantom uses a thermos that looks exactly like his thermos thats written 'fenton' on it.
oh ancients.
oh ancients.
danny was phantom. how could valerie be so blind. of course he was. it was as obvious as the sun in the sky. she couldnt believe she couldnt see it before. to be fair she didnt know half ghost existed. but still it was obvious.
she cursed herself in her mind she also cursed danny because danny phantom? really? he couldnt find a better name? at least to his credit it took valerie so much to figure it out but it was still a dead give away. but she also cursed danny because why didnt he tell her? she couldve hurt him real bad.
valerie sighed and tried to think how can she help him. and how to compensate all the times she hurt him.
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atwingeofcringe · 1 year ago
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Rescue
A/N: i didnt mean for this to be so long but i was thinking about it for weeks! also this changes the end of the 2009 reboot! hope you guys like it! Summary: you come to Jason's rescue Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Reader Warnings: guns, blood, death, use of female pronouns towards the end Word Count: 3,039
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The rain harshly pounding on the roof of your cabin roused you from your sleep. Still, you lay with your eyes closed, not wanting risk being awake for the rest of the night if you did. Bright flashes from the lightning could still be seen from behind your eyelids. Ugh, it’s going to be hard getting back to sleep like this.
It wasn’t until a loud, rumbling boom of thunder that was strong enough to shake your cabin slightly that you jolted up. Yeah, you’re definitely not getting back to sleep. You sighed, trying to calm yourself from the silly jumpscare and rolled over to cuddle your boyfriend for comfort. Another sigh escapes you as your hand felt around in the dark on his side of the bed, only to realize he wasn’t there.
There was nothing concerning about Jason not being home at this hour. He’s gotten home at later hours before. But as you looked out the window at the storm, the rain pummeling the glass, you couldn’t help but feel something was… wrong.
You swung your legs over the side of the bed and planted your feet on the floor. Wrapping your arms around yourself as a chill tickled your skin, you made your way downstairs towards the kitchen. Another boom of thunder caught you slightly off guard as you stepped into the kitchen and you rolled your eyes.
“Maybe some tea will calm me down.” You mumbled to yourself and flipped on the light switch. At least the power is still working. You picked up the tea kettle from the stove top and filled it with water at the sink.
As you waited for the kettle to fill to your desired amount, the feeling of something being wrong came back to your mind. You shivered slightly and hoped Jason was okay.
“Of course he’s okay.” You told yourself and carried the kettle back to the stove. You turned on the burner, got yourself a mug from the cabinet, and set it o the counter. “He’ll be back soon.”
Your attempt at comforting yourself wasn’t working that well. Thoughts of Jason in trouble flooded your mind no matter how much you tried to push them back. You haven’t seen him since yesterday evening. He always told you told you stay in the cabin late at night. It’s too dangerous since it’s harder to see the traps he’s set up and the locations of other traps change all the time.
Just as the kettle went off a new thought entered your mind. What if he’s in the tunnels? You know that a little over a month ago he started holding a girl captive down there. You were confused since he had never done that before until you noticed the locket hanging around her neck. She resembled a young version of his mother.
You heart ached for her as you knew Jason would never let her go. Sometimes you’d sneak her extra food if she was still hungry but you’d never stay long enough to converse with her. If you did, you know you’d be tempted to let her go and you never want to betray Jason.
You quickly turned off the burner, moved the kettle to the other side of the stove, and rushed out of the kitchen. Your shoes were quickly thrown on and you made your way to the wooden hatch door. It was hidden under the rug in the living room. Jason, despite your protests, built it so he could have easier access to the house from the tunnels, just in case.
The tunnel entrance was shallow and well lit, making it easy for you to confidently sink in. You had the bend over for a while as you walked through but it eventually opened up into a wider area. The place was dead quiet and all your hopes of Jason being there were dashed away.
Still, you decided to have a look around to see if you could get a clue to where he was. So far nothing seemed strange or out of place except for some things that were thrown about. It wasn’t until you got to the corner where he was holding that girl that your stomach dropped.
She was gone.
You ran back through the tunnels the way you came and lifted yourself out of the hatch. Panic quickly took over your body and carried you to the front door. You stopped momentarily to grab the shotgun that leaned against the wall and threw open the front door. The storm was was the least of your worries.
You had no idea where you were going but you ran anyway. The pelted your skin as you refused to slow down. A barn came into view and you recognized it as the one Jason frequently took kerosene from. You pushed yourself to run just a little faster. A faint rumbling sound could be heard over the rain as you approached.
Two voices could be heard, a man and a woman. The woman’s you recognized as the one Jason had chained up in the tunnels. Rage was now building up inside you. You readied your shotgun and stepped into the entrance of the barn.
The view before you tore your heart in two and tears pricked at your eyes. The two people were turned away from you, breathing heavily, and comforting each other. In front of them was Jason, a bear trap clamped onto his shoulder, the attached chain was looped around his throat while the other end was tangled in the wood chipper. Jason’s name ripped through your throat in an agonized scream causing the two people to whip around in surprise.
“Clay, that’s her!” Screamed the girl. “She’s with him!”
“Shut the fuck up!” You screamed back, tears now streaming down your face. “Let him go, right now!” The shotgun in your hands was now aimed at their chests. They stood there stunned, unsure of what to do. “I said now!” You cocked the shotgun causing them to jump.
“You’re fucking crazy!” The guy, Clay, yelled.
This only angered you and without thinking you aimed the shotgun at his legs and pulled the trigger. The bullet ripped through his skin and he screamed out in pain, falling to the ground. The girl screamed out his name and sank to the ground with him, trying to put pressure on his wound.
“Don’t fuck with me!” You warned. As if the gun shot wound wasn’t enough.
“Okay, okay…” the girl trailed off as she started sobbing.
“Get up, now!” Your gun was aimed at her head. Slowly she rose to her feet, her eyes never leaving the gun. “Now, turn that machine off.” You demanded.
With the same slowness, she turned around and proceeded forward. You followed her with your gun now pointed at her back, stepping past Clay. He watched you with a fierce anger in his eyes. You couldn’t blame him. But you, too, are willing to do what it takes to protect your loved one.
The girl reached out to the lever of the wood chipper. Before she pulled it, two hands reached around you and grabbed your gun, trying to pry it pry it from your hands. You spun around and tried to shove the gun forward, intending to hit your assailant in the face with it. A second pair of arms prevented you as they pulled you back.
“Hurry up!” The girl screamed. “Take the gun!”
“I’m trying!” Clay grunted.
His grip on the shotgun was like iron and it was getting harder to keep your own grip as he pulled. In a fit of panic you forced your elbow back, hitting the girl in the face, causing her to let go. Then, you reared your leg back brought it up with as much force as you could muster, kicking Clay in the groin. He released the gun and doubled over in pain on the ground once again. You cocked the gun and spun around just in time to see the girl rushing at you for the gun again. Still panicking and without a second thought you aimed the gun and pulled the trigger.
“WHITNEY!” Clay cried out. He finally found his sister after 6 months of nonstop searching and she was suddenly ripped away from again. This time, with no hope of returning.
This surprised even yourself. You had no intention of actually killing them, just scaring them enough so they’d do what you want and then never come back. Your hands began shaking and your grip on the shot gun loosened. “I… didn’t mean-“
You were cut off by Clay grabbing the gun from your hands and shoving you to the ground. Now, you were on the other end and you were terrified. You glanced behind Clay where Jason still was. His body bent backwards over the wood chipper that was still rumbling loudly. The sound of the shotgun being cocked made you look back up at the person before you.
“We just want to be left alone…” you said weakly. “I was going to let you go, I swear!” You tried pleading with him.
“He kidnapped my sister!” His face was red with anger and tears flowed down his face. “And then you killed her!”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” Your whole body was shaking now as tears streamed down your face as well. “Please…” you trailed off, knowing you had no right to beg for your life after what you did. You bowed your head and clamped your eye shut waiting for your final moments.
“No, you don’t deserve to live after that.” It seemed he was hesitating though because after a few seconds nothing came.
As you opened your eyes you spotted Jason’s machete within reach. An idea formed in your head and you slowly looked back up at Clay. “You’re right, I don’t.” Your voice came out shaky. “I feel terrible for what I did and nothing I say or do can bring her back. This wasn’t supposed to be the outcome.”
He stood there silently, a look on his face that seemed like he was deep in thought. It was a slight movement but you noticed his finger loosen on the trigger and you took that as your moment. You kicked Clay in his knee, sending him stumbling. As he tries to regain his composure you dove for the machete. In the blink of an eye Clay was aiming the shotgun back at your head as you looked up into his eyes. They were wide with shock as he looked down at the machete buried deep within his chest. He dropped the gun and gripped the handle of the weapon sticking out of him, stumbling backwards a couple feet as blood seeped out of his mouth.
You breathed heavily as his body fell to the ground, lifeless. But you didn’t stare too long as you remembered Jason. You forced the lever into the off position and everything suddenly fell silent. The chain around Jason’s neck was stuck in the wood chipper and would be impossible for you to yank out.
“Come on, come on!” You pleaded through gritted teeth as you now tried to pry open the bear trap on his arm. It took a lot of force but you managed to get it off. You guessed it was the adrenaline. With the bear trap now free you could loosen the chain. You did it slowly and meticulously so as not to possibly hurt him any further.
When he was finally free his body slumped to the ground with a loud thud, dirt, dust, and straw went flying. With the last bit of your strength you shoved him over onto his back and looked him over. He was wearing a mask you hadn’t seen before. Your eyes traveled down to his chest where you finally noticed the stab wound. They had stabbed him through the center of his chest with his machete.
“Jason…” the tears were flowing again. “My Jason…”
You laid your head on his chest and your heart leaped with joy and relief as you could hear his heart beat. It was faint but still there and that’s all you needed to keep your hopes high. Sitting back up, you cupped the side of his face with one hand and shook his shoulder with the other.
“Come on, wake up! We need to get you home!” You sniffled. When he didn’t move you shook him again. “Jason, please!”
No matter what you tried he just laid there. You didn’t want to give up but you were lost on what to do. You settled with the fact that you’d just have to be patient and wait. Not wanting to leave him there you placed your head on his chest, avoiding his wound, and listened to his breathing and heart beat. Your head followed the shallow rise and fall of his chest and you curled into him.
The rain had long since stopped and the the sun is now coming up, birds chirping happily outside together. You grew tired as you laid there on Jason’s chest after the adrenaline wore off, but you fought the urge to sleep in case his condition worsened. However, you were pleasantly surprised when he suddenly sucked in a deep breath.
You tried to sit up to get a look at him but he aggressively grabbed you and was now hovering over you and pinning you down. His eyes showed he was panic and anger, not realizing what was happening.
“Jason, wait!” You yelled, brining your hands up to protect yourself.
Your voice broke him out of his panicked state and he stared down at you, breathing heavily. Slowly, he got off of you and looked around, spotting the bodies of the two people he was after earlier. He looked back down at you and pulled you up into a tight hug. Not tight enough to hurt you but enough to to convey how he was feeling. Fear, relief, disappointment, happiness, and anger. Overall he was happy you were ok and sorry that he worried you so badly that it came to this. He doesn’t like for you to see these things.
You pulled away enough to look up at him, your watery eyes braking his heart. “We need to get you home to fix your wounds.” You said beckoned him to stand with you.
His wounds didn’t hurt that much, he’s had worse. But he’d follow you and let you take care of him if that’s what will help you. He stood and walked over to Clay’s body, ripping his machete out of his chest and hung it from his belt.
His hand reached out for you to take it but you suddenly remembered something. He watched you, confused, as you walked over Whitney’s corpse. But his confusion was soon alleviated when you walked back over to him and holding out your hand. You were holding his mother’s locket. He gently took it from your hand and popped it open, letting his thumb run over the picture his mom.
You rested your hand gently on his shoulder, getting his attention. “Let’s go home, okay?”
He looked at you and nodded, tucking the locket away in his pocket. You picked up the shotgun then he took your hand and lead you out of the barn and back home.
Once back at the house, you lead him to the bathroom so he could clean up. You laid out clean clothes for him and took his dirty ones to the laundry room. You’ve always hated cleaning blood but at his point you were used to it. You let out a soft sigh as you closed the door to the washing machine and headed for the front door again. Jason had dropped his machete on the floor there since you didn’t want him carrying it through the cabin. You picked up and brought it to the kitchen to clean it off in the sink.
Seeing the letting and mug sitting out made you remember you were going to make some tea. You felt now you needed it or more than ever. Setting the machete down in the sink, you turned and behind heating up the kettle again. You also pulled another a second mug out the cabinet just in case Jason wanted some too. He usually didn’t but after what happened last night, he might.
Jason wrapped his arms around your middle, making you jump slightly. How can such a large man sneak around so quietly? You turned around in his arms and hugged him tightly, being mindful of his wounds. He’s still wearing that mask from earlier. When he left the cabin in a rush yesterday he was wearing his cloth mask. Now he’s wearing a red and white plastic mask.
“Where did you get this?” You asked cupping his face. Of course you weren’t expecting him to answer, though.
He just leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. He sighed, slowly rocking you side to side in a comforting manor.
“Can I take care of you now?” You asked, giving him a pleading look.
He nodded and sat down at the table, letting you look him over. His more serious injuries were already wrapped up and cared for since he didn’t want you to see them. He waited patiently as you tended to his smaller ones and fussed over him. He hates to see you worry but he can’t help but love that you make such a big deal over him. It makes him feel loved and his heart full.
When you finished, he gently took your hand, stopping you from walking away to put the first aid kit away, and placed you knuckles against his mask where his mouth is, as if he was kissing them.
‘Thank you.’
You smiled and placed the first aid kit back down, bringing Jason into another hug. His arms wrapped around your waist and his head rested against your chest, breathing in your scent.
“I love you, Jason.”
Jason pulled you into his lap and held your hand over his heart.
‘I love you, too’
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vsyrworld · 1 year ago
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charlos drama after controversial twitter reye's created.. here is my shots
charlos (charles leclerc/carlos sainz jr)
M for kissing
anggsstt, drama, singapore gp, the iconic marina bay pool, comitment talks, (carlos parents are trash here sorry)
-- "Zero" inspired by (born to die lana del rey lyrics)
two week before singapore gp
turns out, they didn't go to singapore earlier as they planned to do. carlos flew back to spain with his parents, leaving charles alone in hotel room with a complex feeling. internet has been speculating lately, about how... how charles' image as too nice, too friendly, too happy-- accusation spiraling around that it is just a facade.
charles still laying down on his bed , carlos' bed, that is long cold. he waits and scroll, scroll again through infinity thread.
'what the fuck is wrong with carlos' he thoughts.
or maybe they didnt like him as much as carlos do. maybe whatever this thing between him and carlos is wrong. maybe nico rosberg words true though, he speaks his jealousy.
is he? is charles jealous of carlos? the realization sinking deeper into charles heart and mind. he didn't-- but at same he is- but carlos never been in monza podium before so it's fair. and charles is truly , beamingly, happy to see his teammate on top of monza. he is not jealous, no charles is capable enough to separate on off the track.
but does carlos? is he really mad or just mad, or annoyed that charles pushed him hard? carlos said he didn't enjoyed the battle, he watched the cooldown video,
didn't like it but the race was good. carlos didn't like it.
he gulped his own saliva and feel the tears start forming at his eyes. charles bring his forearm to cover his face, curling at the side where carlos' slept, the bedsheet is no longer warm, carlos scents on thin air, he barely can smell it anymore.
'are you mad at me?' 10.30 AM
he typed to carlos and it seems his boyfriend already on the plane. charles sighed and goes into his slumber before any of tears streaming down into his sleep.
one week before singapore gp
carlos didn't reply his message. charles put down his phone and stares into his kitchen wall,
"what are you going to wear during the karting? should i use long sleeve or t'shirt is fine?" there is a similiar voice shouting at him from living room.
charles' finger twitch to send another message. it is so rare that carlos forget to reply his messages, as far as he knows charles name is always on the top in his chatroom.
when is your flight to singapore?
i haven't prepare my flight you know... just in case
well, let me know! i'm available after jules' karting race! (sent 07.00 AM)
and now it's already lunch time. arthur rumaging his clotes, go back and forth towards living room and kitchen, find something to fill the stomach before touching down the track
"Bro!"
"What?!" Charles jumped at his brother.
"You are out of space again. Come on! we had race to go!"
ah yes., karting for jules is held today and the reason why charles standing in the kitcen because...
he blinks at his brother as arthur raised his eyebrow,
"you won't cook pasta for us right? i choose to not eat a whole day rather than to eat yours" he said before storm away to his own room.
what was it again? oh right, he need to toss the pasta, well yep shit, it's dry now. carlos used to pour a cream milk and hot water to the pasta while adding some herbs, that is what make the pasta so chewy and tender. so he grabs a glass and pouring the amount of water then a milk, letting it simmer until he felt the texture is just right.
he hummed at his creation. savory and creamy. the spices kicked his mouth deliciously. maybe for carlos, it's too spicy. but it doesn't stop him cooking for charles, every night, every little chance they had, it always goes like: carlos with grill pan and the steak smokes all around him while charles sitting down the counter, ready to annoy him with sauce or eating the dish, making carlos snarked then they will bantering with each other. lucky for charles, sometimes carlos could fuck him over this counter, letting his come painted the walls or some of them might be decorating their food. carlos said it's delicious anyway, charles might think it gross but what's the different than getting swallowed a whole?
he chuckled at his own thought, and remember something
right, he missed carlos.
"your cooking skill is improving"his maman takes a bite out of nowhere
charles grins sheepishly, "i have the best teacher"
his mom, always like an angel, smile and nods, telling him a goodjob. charles haven't say anything about his relationship, but somehow, his mom gives him a secret smile and charles didn't know how to reply it.
singapore gp week
Feet don't fail me now
Take me to the finish line
Oh, my heart it breaks every step that I take
But I'm hoping that the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine
12 PM, in the pool. just two of us.
charles breath hitched as a new message from carlos comes like a bolt of lightning. it's wednesday evening and charles started to worry if they will never talk about this. but patient always has it's own rewards.
charles stunned to watch the marina bay building from his car.
"your room is in level 16, number 5"
marina bay is beautiful
"charles?" his trainer voice slightly become annoyed because charles lost in his own world.
"where's carlos?" he said while still looking up to the building.
andrea sighed, "just a couple room closer to you. come on get moving charles, we've been here for thousand time and yet you still starstrucked looking at the building like a newborn baby" he says grumply before taking charles luggage out of the car
charles hummed, but it's true. singapore become more beautiful each year. andrea doesn't understand how beautiful singapore is to charles. and he thinks about the secret they kept in this country, sounds like an exclusiveness, charles loves it. he wonders if carlos feels the same.
so it is time to meet him then.
marina bay pool, midnight
carlos already sitting on the pool only with his swimming trunk when charles came to the highest floor. carlos and citylight infront of him, glorious, carlos and race track, magnificent, carlos gives him a side glance to him, endearing.
he smiled at his own idea before standing up beside him and
--a massive splash from the pool like slamming down by a whale
"ppfttt cahlos!" charles, soaked like a cat, still wearing full pajamas clothes. it not fair, he groans while looking at carlos who laughed at him.
"baby" carlos try to reach charles waist but before he could grasp any hems of charles's strings, the monegasque jump over and drowning both of them.
carlos wraps his arms in his waist, meanwhile charles hands find a grips in carlos' shoulder. they gave up and swim up to the surface.
he didnt know if he should laugh or take a breath first but they did both at the same time and ended up coughing. so so stupid.
"don't" charles gasping for a breath but still anchoring himself to carlos' neck
his teammate laughed and bring him into a soft kiss.
"charles," finally. oh charles want to cry.
he cradles carlos face with both of his hands, fingers trails the sculpture of his lover face, so hurried as if this moment will be gone in a flash. he missed him so much its hurts.
"charle-" carlos tries to speaks between the messy kisses but charles having none of that
stupid carlos left him hanging just after they sleep together. he hates carlos who run away and comeback as nothing happen.
"charles"
"non" he keeps kissing kissing his lips until it felt raw, fresh from their exchange saliva and carlos moans against him.
"you." charles ending the kiss by caging carlos head with both of his hands. "left me!" green versus brown, and charles sure he looks menancing now because how carlos brown eyes looking at him earnestly soft, innocent, afraid to be hurt.
despite his annoyance, carlos replies it with a sad gaze and a whimper. he closed their gaps in the water by pushing charles into pool side and hugs him close.
just right them, the race track is shining and splendid. the glows from track lights illuminating through the sky
they stayed in each other embrance in a damn long time, charles thought, did carlos booking the place so only two of them allowed to be this intimate?
he brought his finger to cradles carlos' hairs, "you cut it short"
only replied by a hummed against charles' neck. carlos snuggled closer into charles' skin
"what?" he decide to ask
"how many..." carlos sound unsure, " what did you see on internet?"
so this is it. charles gulped down, hands never leaving the thick locks that somehow shorter than before.
"everything..." he brushed carlos's spine up and down, "everything and it so unecessary. but..."
"but?" carlos fingers sinking deeper into a flesh of his waist
"i hate the way you treat me. just left me. it's dumb carlos, you make me feel dumb"
a silence occurs for a minutes, "it's complicated" carlos said. he cranes his neck to meet charles gaze that not looking at him, but to the scenery behind them.
"how so" charles asked him without spare a glance, "how could you say that when you also put me in a complicated situation?"
he watched carlos's face become more confusing than before, is he really?
"what do you mean"
'oh mamamia" charles giving him a tsk and carlos clearly grunts at his answer.
"you really jealous of me having my first podium in monza? charles you are unbelieveble--" carlos fingers are no longer in his waist. he whines at the coldness of water splashing against his body
"not that point" charles cuts him, " if you didn't like it why don't you just say it? if you can't say to the media, why not be honest to me? why would you need to be like 'oh the race was good but i didn't like it' at the same time you also say 'i enjoy the race, battling with charles is good', when you actually felt it wasnt!" he throws his arms into his side, making the water splashing everywhere
he doesn't dare see carlos eyes, he might cry, or maybe he is already. because he felt a warm water stings into his eyes, or maybe it just a splash of caporite.
"why you didn't say anything to me. people accusing me that i'm the one who lies to the media meanwhile i'm actually really like it and having fun. i'm so happy for your podium because you fucking deserve it the whole weekend. and they still said things like that-- and and " he is rambling too much but carlos let him to continue,
"and your mom, the twit, it doesn't make anything better!" charles gasped, " and i need you that time. i need you to convince me, to tell me that us is okay, but you are gone, you... you left and i don't know am i did wrong. does your family dislike me that much? is whatever we are having this right now, is wrong?!"
"charles hey" carlos cupped his cheek and it's a wet mixture between pool water and tears
charles shutted his eyes, it's stings and hurts in many different way, he tends to overthink so much and carlos is the one who often calm his racing thoughts but he wasn't , not at particular two weeks before singapore.
🎶Don't make me sad, don't make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough
And the road gets tough, I don't know why
"is me loving you, consider as a sin?"
carlos grips his face tighter, "charles!" his voice rough, disliking charles thought
it doesn't get better
"loving you when we are f1 driver is already hard!" he wriggles from carlos touch', but carlos held him firmly
charles brought his own hands to his eyes, palms against the eyelids desperatedly, and his voice becoming wavery as he speaks up,
"why you don't make it easier for me, to loving you as a person?"
"why carlos?" he lets carlos to see his vulnerabilty. when he opens his watery eyes, charles was shocked because carlos sheds more of tears, leaking down from both of his puppy brown eyes.
"don't say things like that"
charles was so stunned seeing his teammates cried so he completly blank as carlos brings his face closer for a deep kiss
he tasted a salty tears, the lashes are heavy with droplets. charles gasping for carlos's tounge and it sets firmly inside him. carlos brings his hand to brush against charles eyes,
"im sorry" he could hear carlos whimpers against the kiss
"im sorry, im sorry" carlos pulled away from his lips and goes into charles' nose, "im sorry, charles", and a drop on where his dimples used to rest, "i'm so stupid, i'm sorry" then settle it long on charles' forehead, "sorry, shalrs"
"carlos" charles look at his eyes and found carlos hiding something from him.
"sorry, i..." he stutterd as fingers shaking against charles' cheek. charles covers carlos' hands with his own, smoothering his hair hands slowly until the finger stop shaking.
"i'm serious being with you.about this. about us" carlos breath against him. then he let out a chuckled
"i've been thinking about the future how will i purposed you, how big or small our wedding goes, and yet here i am being so stupid that i can't even understand you, be with you, convince you that i love you."
charles stunned at carlos confession, "married..? you want to--"
carlos chuckled in his own tears, "my parents, they don't fancy you, but i'm hunderth percent sure it's because we are still teammates. they used to be like that to lando too, but not as severe to you." charles still eyeing him closely, seeing how carlos scrunched his face, preventing tears to spilled
his brows furrowed, "i swear i tried talk to my mom but she doesn't listen. yes, i didn't like it how you are pushing me hard while i'm defending but i'm also having fun. so so much. that's why i said that to media, i-- i want to tell you but things happen and my parents urge me to come home together and..."
"and you didn't replied to any of my text" charles said it bitterly
"yeah" carlos losen up his grips then settle down on his arms.
"i was..."
"its okay" charles sighed,
"charles. no, it's not okay. i made you questioning your feelings. i made you feel dumb" carlos is now looking at him shakingly, like... like he is a murder of someone or spill some ferrari secret to media.
but charles thinks about many possibilites of their position now. which is zero for them to come out as a couple. it is not a strategical condition from the team where they are still have a poor perfomance, it is not beneficial for carlos because of his on hold contract, and still controversial for their sponsors.
zero.
"but what does it takes? you can not just marry me here without our parents knowing. even so, i still can't hold your hands in public. i never had a chance to do a proper date with you!"
"are you breaking up with me?"
charles groans at carlos dumb answer, "seriously?! you think i'm that easy to give up !?"
carlos whinced, "no..."
"stupid" he huffed and looked away from carlos. thought lost at singapore citylights. they are supposed to having fun, it's singapore. their country, their history starts here. and yet... their downs choose to happen in this place too. charles smiled a little in his heart, knowing their hardship growing in singapore too. because he knows, love is not enough as the road get tough. it needs a communication. requires strong believes and commitment.
"i am sorry, please don't give up on us." carlos tugs charles arms and without further do, charles melt to the embrace.
fighting on track against carlos is exhausting but fighting off the track with carlos is more mentally worn-out.
"how about you?" charles asked, mumbling his face against carlos' neck
"i'll make it up for you. let's have a city tour right now. i heard there is night market that is very delicious."
charles blinks twice, right now? "date right now? like,, this in the midnight?"
he felt a warm washing his body, "yes charles. right now. lets go somewhere. we have plenty place to explore in singapore." carlos, for the first time they meet again, giving him a fond smile.
"but, people will see us. your parents must be watching you--"
"fuck them. i want to be with you. to spend a proper couple date with you."
charles could feel another tears building again but now, it's a happy one. one step being in public. slow but sure.
"okay" he breathes out. "help me change my clothes please?" charles wiggle his brows, creating a laughter from carlos
🎶Keep making me laugh
Let's go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime
sooner or later the world will now about them. sooner or later, charles will happy showing of the golden band that sit comfortable in his fourth finger. sooner or later he can walk hand in hand with carlos. but right now, the public only see their shoulder brushing against each other while they walked in orchid pedestrian street. carlos' parents might be seen the picture of his son feeding up charles the best kaya toast he ever tasted. later in the morning, rupert and andrea will scold them for sneaking out the hotel like a petulant child.
but above them all, singapore has witnessing their love oath. the country saw laughter, kisses, and tears they shared. five years ago they present themself to each other and singapore was watching them
and now, it is become the only secret they shared together. is sort of an exclussiveness. charles and carlos decide to keep it longer for a moment. and when they ready to state it publicly, singapore have to be the only place. it is.
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born to die by lana del rey just a charlos masterpiece
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greylynnsorrell · 6 months ago
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The huge pacifier bobbed in and out of Tylers mouth at a frenzied pace as he nursed on it for all the comfort it could possibly provide in his current predicament. He did his best to try and not think about how pathetic he must look, the rubber bulb in his mouth greatly helping his nerves. Ironically it also was one of the main things fueling his humiliation but he was to desperate to care. It was the only thing keeping him calm as he listened to the sound of his mother in laws laughter while his Wife filled her in on everything that had happened over the last month.
As the women sat on the couch above chatting away the memory of the last hour played on repeaat in the young mans head. The couple had been there for about a half hour when Tyler began to act up like he usually did, pouting and whispering to his wife that he wanted to go home. Of course he used his anxiety as an excuse but this time Molly wasn.t going to give in so easy this time. Things had changed in their relationship ever since she took the Therapists advice and returned her pant pissing husband back to diapers. The dynamic waas already shifting and she knew it, even if her husbaand was a bit slow to catch on to what was happening. In the past she wouldve gave in to his whining and left but now she saw the situation in a whole new light. After putting her foot down and telling him that they would be staying until she decided it was time to go she was satisfied to see him actually listen to her, even if he did start pouting. She knew he was also having a hard time with his condition and thought of the perfect solution, remembering what she had packed in her purse for moments jjust like this. Sure, she had only brought it out for long car rides so far but the doctor did suggest he use it whenever the need arose. Feeling a flutter in her stomach she responded to his next round of whining by leaaning close to his ear and whispering, "Maybe you should use your binkey deaar, do you waant me to grab it for you?" It was meant to be playful but a part of her was excited that he might say yes. But as she expected he immediately refused, but it did do the trick of hushing the man up which satisfied his wife for the moment. But that would only last so much longer before her own desires got the better of her. As he practically clung to his side while her and Diane spoke it was hard for her not to see him as a cranky little boy to shy to leaave his mothers side. The alcohol running through her sysstem didnt help matters much either and onlyy escalated her inner dommi mommy. When her Mother commented on the young mans fidgeting, chuckling about how he looked like a little kid doing the potty dance., her reflexes responding before she even realized what she was saying.
"Do you need to go potty honey?" She saw his eyes go wide and cheeks instantly turn red before he loudly whimpered her name not bellieving that she had just said such a thing. His response to her speaking to him like a child sparked something inside of her, it was alls he could see him as and it was the final push that was needed. Giving into the flow of her maternal instincts she ignored his complaint and instead reached into her pocket wondering when she had moved it there, grateful for her forsight. Her husband wasa horrified when he saw what she was holding but wasa to shocked to fight her, a shiver of fear running down his spine when sshe saw her raise her one eyebrow at him, daring him to challenge her authority. All it took was one word, "Open", and he obeyed just like a child. At first he stood there stupidly bbut after only five seconds or so his own reflexes actted and he found himseelf sucking on the large rubber bulb helplessly while his wife smiled proudly at him before calling the man a good boy and ruffling his hair.
Diane watched the entire exchanged with wide eyes and gasped when he actuallly took the pacifier from her daughter. Sure, she had known about her son in laws accidents and his developing condition but never would she have thought that this was what had resulted from his new treatment and medication. The older woman finally let out a long mildly nervous laugh after hearing her daughter explain that the soother would keep the little boy calm while the women finished takinng. Of course now the conversation took a new turn as Molly began to go into more detail about why her adult husband was currently suckling a binkey and acting so weird in general.
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As Diane commented on just how much more well behaved Tyler was being compared to past visits she gave him a warm smile and told him that if he did need to go potty that it was just down the hall, unable to help herself as she too started talking to him like he was just another grandchilld instead of her daughters husband. Then, not able to hold back she jokingly said to Molly, "unless he's already used it that is." She chuckled at her own joke at the young mans expense thinking it might liten the mood. She had no idea what she had just done.
"Oh thats right, I almost forgot to check. Tyler, did you have an accident?" The question was moer rhetorical than anything as she was already lifting up his shirt and pulling back the waistbanad of his jeans and peaking down inside of protection. Diane watched with her hand now covering her mouth to try and stifle her laughter as she watched Molly check her husbands diaper like he really was just another baby, incapable of being trusted to tell an adult when he was wet. She had thought she noticed something different about his bottom when he first arrived but it was hard to tell under his baggy pants. Now the truth was revealed and by the time Molly had undone his zipper and pulled down his jeans it was obvious just how soaked he was. The boy definetely needed a change and as his wife grabbed his changing supplies he felt teaars start to well up in his eyes, trying his best to hold himself together as he felt himself being taaken by the hand and led towards the hall by his wife. Maybe he could fake being tired and hide out in the spare room for the rest of the visit after his changge, a little bit of hope returning to him. Unfortunately this wasnt going t o happen as they were stopped by his mother in laws voice asking his wife why she doesnt just change him in the living room. Molly thought this was a perfect idea, her only objection being that she  didnt want to make a mess of the carpet. Luckily Diane was already two steps ahead of her.
Thats how Tyler found himself laying on a plastic covered playmat naked while his wife knelt in front of him, coo.ing obnoxiously while he cried quitely behind his pacifier knowing the teaars running down his puffy cheeks only worsened how he looked. Then again its not like it mattered, the mat he was on was decorated with cartoon pictures of Barney and his Friends making it look insteada llike a changing pad mothers used when changing real babies only it was huge just like the little one his wife was changing. She of course was giddy about how perffect it was and happily accepted the gift when offered it byy her mother, making a big fuss over how much easier it would be to change her little Ty Ty from now on, booping his nose and giggllilng as he cringed and pouted llike a real baby would. Upon seeing this Diane announced suddenly that she had an idea and walked off to fetch something from the hallway closet, returning shortly affter carrying a package that was all to familliar to him. She pulled out two of the disposable inside of it and giggled drunkenly as she began to take scisssors to them. When she saw her daughter had finished she hand over her little creationn and immediately the young womans eyes lit up and she knew just what her mother was thinking. It only took another thirty seconds or so to get the makeshift cover on but when she had finished and sat back to admire her hand work she couldnt help but start giggling at the sight before her. The makeshift cover made from the gluing together of diapers meant for actual babies looked absolutely adorable to Molly and completed the look she never knew she wanted. The shiny white plastic and babyish cartoon character design just under his stomach made it look like her husband was wearing real Huggies, just like the ones he wouldve worn over two decades ago. Molly reached down and tickled his belly causing him to actually giggle uncontrollably as she told h im just h ow cute h e was. He tried to maintain some sensse of control, whimpering as he squirmed on the floor trying to escape her tickling but it only illicted a loud crinkly sound from his bottom with everyy movement he made making him even sound like a real baby. It was this sound mixed with his cute new pampers and the smell of baby powder that finally seemed to break the young man fully as his mind began to quickly slip away into a state he had  never expereinced before, one that Molly would soon learn the name of as she did her research late at night while he was asleep in the next room. It was his first descent into little space, and none of them knew what they were in for now.
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In this new mentally weakend state Tyler was completely at the mercy of his Wife and mother in law, not able to think clearly enough to argue with their logic. So when he wasnt given pants safter his change and was told that it was so they could tell if he needed to be changed he just scratched his head and weakkly nodded trusting them, for some unknown reason in the back of his mind. It didnt mattr that he was a grown man anymore, when his mother in law said he should sit on the floor just in case he leaked he found it hard to poke holes in her reasoning instead resorting to whining pathetically once again that he wouldnt pee himself,, that he was a big boy. His wife quickly shut him down, "Little boys who arent potty trained arent allowed on the furniture Tyler, you will sit on the floor just like any other baby. Be a good boy and listen to your Nana, okay?" And just like that the discussion was over, Molly patting his heaada after guiding him down onto the floor and putting his pacifier back between his lips. She laughed at her mothers comment at how appropriate the words on it were and that they shouldve done this ages ago, given how immature hes always acted.
Eventually the conversation steered away from the overgrown man child laying on the floor at their feet, but Mollly never really took her eyes off her husband, always watching him out of the corner of her eyes and stealing glances at him as he laid their playing with his phone. This mental pictures of this and what else had happened that evening would play out in her head over and over again as she laid their in bed with her husband that night. When she did finally drift off to sleep herseelf her dreams were filled with the craziest things involving her hubby and what had happened just hours ago, something primal in her awwakening as she stirred and felt just how damp she was and let her desires taking over as her fingers found their way south of her waist. As she started to touch herself she thought of the only clear memory she had of her dream. It waas similiar to what she had seen at her mothers and had started much the same way only instead of laying down on the living room floor she was taking her precious little man outside for the whole world to see in what mustve been her mothers backyard. Instead of laying in the house sucking on a binkey he was greedily suckling away on a large baby bottle filled with some type of milky liquid that her mind told her was formula and this only drove her more wild. As she went to town on herself she imaggined his bottom, wraapped up in the thick babyish pampers grinding innto the picnic blanket as he moaned from behind the rubber teat eventually pumping his own hips subtley, looking ike a happy bouncy baby boy, giggly and excited about being outside not even aware that he was basically humping his wet diapers and dribbling cum into his pampers uncontrollably, the only sign of his euphoria evident by the far off look on his eyes and the trail of drool running down the chin of his dopey cute face..
It was this final thought that pushed his wife over the edge and she did her best not to scream as she finally came, taking a whille to finally calm herself down to thinkn straight. She saw her husband sleeping soundly next to her and realized that this was the first time siince she had last put it in his mouth hours ago that he had finally let out go of his soother, the giant binkey now hanging partially out of his mouth on the sheet next to him whille he snored away tiredly. She gently put it back and smied at how quickly the noise stopped and she pulled the man close kissing his forehead and whispering sweeet nothings to him before falling back to sleep again herseelf, dreaaming all about her new life with her big baby husband.
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malachiexists13 · 2 years ago
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Gay Or Nay?: Ikemen Series Edition
86% voted yes, 14% voted no, so here’s the post. Reminder that these are MY impressions of the characters, and this is entirely a joke. No need to take me too seriously. If you disagree with me, that’s fine. No need to argue, just make your own post. 
Also small spoilers for my ikemen ocs series.
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Ikemen Sengoku
Nobunaga Oda 
Have you SEEN his right and left hand men? He’s either an ally or bi-curious. Can’t decide. 
Masamune Date 
He flirts with Mai to hide his homosexuality /j 
Nah, I’ve seen how he admitted that he’d kiss Nobunaga. He’s gay. Bisexual if you please, but gay. 
Mitsuhide Akechi 
Is that even a question? Have you somehow not seen the way he flirts with Hideyoshi? Let’s be honest, he’s bisexual. 
Keiji Maeda 
Idk him well enough to judge that. 
Hideyoshi Toyotomi 
I know a lot of people are going to want me to say Hideyoshi is gay because of Mitsuhide... But honestly, Hideyoshi gives me the vibes of someone who says gay shit without realizing its gay. He seems more like a very supportive ally to me. 
Ieyasu Tokugawa 
Idk but I can see him as like, panromantic or something. He also screams femboy to me but we dont talk about that 
Mitsunari Ishida 
Confused ally <3 
Ranmaru Mori 
Confused ally pt.2 + closeted ace 
Yoshimoto Imagawa 
Gay (they try to push so hard that he’s pretty, and no straight man is supposed to be that pretty /j) 
Sasuke Sarutobi 
Nerdy gay 
Kanetsugu Naoe 
Either indifferent so like, some kind of mspec or somewhere on the ace spectrum, maybe both, not too sure 
Yukimura Sanada 
Awkward gay (secretly dating nerdy gay) 
Kenshin Uesugi 
That one token straight guy who no one is completely sure that he’s straight or not. 
Shingen Takeda 
In my brain, major flirt = major bisexual so- 
Kicho 
I’ve seen other people write him as like, indifferent or pansexual so I’m leaning towards that 
Kennyo 
Wdym? He’s homophobic- (THIS IS A JOKE. NO HATE TOWARDS KENNYO) 
Motonari Mouri 
Kinda gives me either disaster bisexual or ace/aro vibes. 
Ikemen Revolution
Lancelot Kingsley 
Gay but in the closet about it 
Jonah Clemence 
Confession time: I thought he was a woman at first LMAO- 
Gay 
Edgar Bright 
He’s straight and an ally, but enjoys teasing the others 
Zero 
I dont think he’d care tbh 
Kyle Ash
Didnt realize he was gay until after he started dating his boyfriend 
Ray Blackwell 
His whole thing about freedom and living how you want to or whatever makes me think he’s bi 
Sirius Oswald 
He’s an ally <3 
Luka Clemence 
Shy gay 
Fenrir Godspeed 
Overly supportive ally (especially since his gf is MTF) 
Seth Hyde 
Everyone thinks he’s gay, but correction he’s pan 
Harr Silver 
He’s pansexual 
Loki Genetta 
I dont know him well enough?? 
Blanc Lapin 
He’s straight, maybe a little curious tho 
Oliver Knight 
He’s another ally, gives me the vibes of someone who would punch a homophobe in the face for insulting his friend 
Mousse Atlas 
I chronically forget he exists, so idk 
Dean Tweedle 
The gay twin 
Dalim Tweedle 
The straight twin that gets confused for the gay one 
Ikemen Vampire
Napoleon Bonaparte 
As far as I’m aware, in history he had two different wives and he kissed the tsar (even apparently said if the tsar was a woman, he’d make him his mistress soo--) Napoleon definitely isn’t straight 
Mozart 
He’s straight and hates everyone equally (/j) 
Leonardo da Vinci 
Gay 
Arthur Conan Doyle 
WHORE- this is a disaster bisexual 
Vincent van Gogh 
the supportive straight brother 
Theodorus van Gogh 
the angry gay brother 
Isaac Newton 
Too anxious to question his sexuality 
Jean d’Arc 
I like to joke that he’s bi but denies it because he hates men 
William Shakespeare 
not too sure tbh 
Osamu Dazai 
another disaster bisexual 
Comte de Saint-Germain 
I feel like he’d be omni. Like he doesn’t care, but still has a slight preference. Also supportive father figure <3 
Sebastian 
Serious gay 
Vlad 
I pondered on this one for a long time.. and I still have no answer 
Johann Georg Faust 
Closeted gay who suffers with internal homophobia (i literally wrote a oneshot for him where this was the main premise-) 
Charles-Henri Sanson 
another bi guy 
Ikemen Prince 
Leon Dompteur 
straight but supportive 
Chevalier Michel 
Bro, it’s CANON that he’s pansexual (I think- idk. I played his route when it first came out in english so its been awhile) 
Yves Kloss 
I feel like he’s bi but doesnt really talk about it 
Nokto Klein 
He’s too slutty to be ONLY into women 
Licht Klein 
Straight but an ally 
Clavis Lelouch 
gay ass clown 
Jin Grandet 
Straight 
Luke Randolph 
I HAVE NO IDEA???? 
Sariel Noir 
I feel like he’s straight but also an ally, like he doesn’t care but absolutely will NOT tolerate homophobia 
Rio Ortiz 
unsure. 
Gilbert von Obsidian 
Silly little gay man <3 I can see him as like, pan or something. 
Keith Howell 
Excluding his “other” side.. I can see Keith as straight, but a supportive ally 
Silvio Ricci 
He’s homophobic (secretly not straight but in denial) 
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gr3i · 6 months ago
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Twin Au
I have this au of Venti and Deca being the same age its just that Venti basically developed an 'ego' later than Deca wich is why deca was running around like that and Venti basically knew also what the outisde of the borders looked like
Deca (like in my other au) is also more of 'a bunch of humans gathered together in my garden and now i have to take care of them except they are so small and fragile + all the gods outside there are tryng to kill each other.' And kinda became an unvoluntary God?? King??
whispi saw this aswell, whispi was there since the beginning. Seeing his brother walk among humans, masquarading as one even not trully because he wanted to keep in mind but because he was convinced 'this is the more fair version. The humans dont have to know the truth'.
(He didnt tell anything to Nb bcs thats basically crushing all the humans spirits if he were to tell them how bad the outside actually is basically and thats just as bad as what deca is doing wich is ironic bcs both of them are witholding information from the humans.)
Another thing just after the whole revolution Venti basically had this internal fear of becoming just like Deca bcs. Venti was there since the beginning, Venti saw the good the bad and the worst.
When Deca got 'taken down' he just. Let it happen? Because he saw his wife essentially betray him and this random kid also get wrapped up in all of this and just as if any of that wasn't enough his sibling basically betrayed him aswell.
And in this au i like to think that Venti and Deca are parallels of each other.
Decarabrian became controlling and obsessive over his humans, taking away the burden of choice and freeing them in a more... material sense.
Meanwhile Venti after he became an Archon tried to be the least involved bcs thats what deca did wrong right? Humans don't like that! So he didnt get involved. He tried to keep away as much as possible, burdening them with material stuff yet... a freedom of choice? But is it even a choice if demanded by their archon?
I like to couple this Au with a different idea i have aswell. Where if you dont know in the game if a god dies they take everything down with them (aka mass destruction and its worse the more power the god have) and yet. Mondstadt is for the most part is fine?
Well, remember how i mentioned that Deca essentially gave into the idea of just. The humans winning? What if he locked himself beneath the tower, causing himself in an enternal loop of sleeping beneath the tower, unable to wake up as long as he still has elemental power yet he is an elemental being and aslong as that stays a fact neither the seals nor the spell can be broken and he is fated to slumber for an eternity (unless Venti breaks it or something)
Also i think that later on in the au when barbatos was 'taking care' of the humans he often times came into just. Troubles where for split seconds (like during the time he went napping and woke up literal years later from his nap and the aristocrats had take over) that just. 'Maybe, maybe deca had a point...maybe they shouldent be let to their own devices' only to realize in horror of what he just thought and try to forget and push it as far away as possible
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malewifesband · 6 months ago
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trying to go back and actually write this scene w kabru and rin. my stupid illness is worse again so im struggling but id like thoughts if anyone has them. on like any aspect
to establish: i feel like kabru takes rin for granted like by far the person he seems to treat worst is her. hes not a terrible person for this no way but like the way he teases her about liking him despite having no feelings for her ... idk i feel like he counts on rin always being there. like nothing could push her away so he feels he can be a bit cruel and hell be forgiven--not like she doesnt rag on him all time, right?
but i think things change when he falls in love. like it finally hits rin that man, its never going to be her. shes watched him date around for years, and never truly fall for someone, so there was always that hope that one day hed just realize how he really felt about her. and now she cant delude herself thats true, she can just fuckin tell how bad he has it for laios after spending two years living between the castle and her apothecary. she starts trying to breakaway from him, because every time she talks to him theres a reminder that he loves someone who isnt her.
feeling especially pathetic one night, she sees marcille, who is also feeling especially pathetic bc falin is still over a year away from her and enjoying their open relationship, but marcille doesnt. she cant bring herself to want anyone but falin. rins like ok bet. we are the same kind of pathetic and i dont like you but youve also been nothing but nice to me and im not reconciling these feelings. lets have sex
the scene im struggling with comes after
like rin is in the garden again, hoping that marcille will come. she didnt feel lonely when she was with marcille. she felt... special. more seen. she didnt think about how she misses kabru even when hes with her.
but ofc kabru is seeking her out bc he just really fucked up with laios.
she tells him, yeah man, super your fault for pressing the bruise after fuckin kissing him and then refusing to talk about it. everybody knows the dude does not want to get married and have heirs why did u like agree with his dads letter that he has a duty to sire children
she really doesnt want to talk to him about this. she wants him to need her like she needs him--she doesnt want to need him like she does. and she doesnt want to help him fall in love with someone else, but its like he doesnt even realize whats happening.
kabru insists the kiss was nothing, and he shouldnt talk about it with laios bc he was just drunk its just... he wants laios' full trust. and its weird, but sometimes he pictures laios as girl and something about that works. but its a weird wishful thinking bc kabru wants to get thru this barrier they have where (kabru feels) laios feels like he cant trust him bc kabru is good liar and laios cant read ppl. like maybe if they shared something that intimate, them both being trans, theyd understand each other completely
rin doesnt really know what to make of any of that. it feels like further rejection. like it just feels obvious to her that no matter what, he loves laios. and that thorny feeling of jealousy is spiraling around her heart. maybe she says something cruel, gives terrible advice bc she feels so hurt that he cant see how sincere her jealousy is, that he cant see how it hurts her to hear him in love with someone else?
im not super sure where to take the scene from there. i know i want it to end with kabru feeling worse about laios and deciding to avoid him, but without him realizing that rin is purposefully pulling away yet. (he'll realize that later, when laios is the one to tell him she and marcille and seeing each other and he didnt even know. and he'll have to address then that hes taken her friendship for granted)
any thoughts on the kinds of things she might say? or might tell him? i feel like theres an obvious solution im just missing
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prettynhot · 10 months ago
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12.01.2024 Fri the start of something? maybe?
2024 has been an amazing year so far! with the whole discovereu thing and the overall feeling,i’ve been doing good mentally! i feel and know that 2024 is going to be great!
i watched a vid yesterday about how our habits create our identity which goes hand to hand with our present moment. the girl on the vid was talking about the people who say “oh i used to be so skinny yet i thought i was fat, i was so skinny back then wish i knew!” she was making an analogy about how theres no end to a downfall. just goes and goes and goes until you decide to take things up a bunch of notches.
so i want to.
i love me,i love the girl i am,i love everything about me but not fulfilling my potential makes me feel unplesant.so i geniunely want to change. i’ll see how that goes. but i want to treat myself like a loved one again.
theres not so much ive achieved academically though yet.the reason for that is me. no bs. its me who didnt study hard and as much as i shouldve did and fell of my tracks. thats my fault and i know. just as i messed up though,i know im capable of getting everything back together as they were and maybe even better.with the whole huge exam thing i felt like i needed to push n push myself, not to care for myself and such. i thought that was the way it had to be.but no its simply not. im okay as i am. i have time. i have time for this and i have time for that. im good and on time.
lovin and caring for me has been a long journey and am not willing to give up just yet.
on that note and to take an action, i started getting help from one of my teachers. hes been great for this little time. i know thisll help me so much academically.
one other thing about that is the fact i have developed a crush on him.
and i know.
okay
i know!
but it was inevitable eventually.
hes a good and young looking man,who is quite fit and tall,knows how to dress, incredibly intelligent,mean to everyone else but me.
it was inevitable.okay.
i couldnt help but melt at all those times he made a joke and looked at me first to see if i was laughing,looked at me the most while teaching,always protecting me from other students.
plus considering all the di i have and my little tc history before,its not shocking. however i cant say that im not disappointed in myself a little. i thought my tc era had fully ended n i was recovered,healed,past that.appearently not. it does feel like going back a bit,like i’ve came back to an old self which shouldve been far far behind. however im not judging me cuz i know i had every single reason to and tbh,having a crush is very very fun. but anyway! theres that.
and actually,for some time i had noticed the little signs of me developing a crush,but i tried to ignore them signs and push them back time n time again,however they didnt magically disappear as i truly hoped they would.
and one other thing about all this is, after i realized i seriously had a crush on this man, before i started taking special academical help from him,it showed up in my behavior. and yes obviously thats very immature and childish for an 18yo. i know. im supposed to be an adult now and here i am going to my teachers office asking him “why are you working in the dark?would you like me to turn on the lights for you?” OUT OF NOWHERE.🤦🏻‍♀️ EMBARASSING UGHHH. i dont know what came over me truly. guess i want just behaving instinctively. but that was a dead giveaway from me and it sucked. he literally laughed when i did that💀cuz even he thought that was certainly absurd💀very embarassed.done with this.
anyway,ever since then i did have some little moments of instinctive behaving which were little giveaways. since then he has not been acting the same, which was what i loved the most,him being mean to everyone but very soft on me.
ever since these incidents, he has been incredibly mean to me. to a point where i was just about to cry once.
that one day i was about to cry,the one he really hurt me,he was dropping me off at my house since it was quite late. and it’s actually a nbd because he always drops students off and im always at seated at the back,for everything to be appropriate. yk,teacher student boundaries etc.whatever that means.
anyway he was quite chatty despite playing on me n being mean to me the whole time of both his classes but i was actually hurt. i had to keep myself from bursting tears in front of the whole class so i focused on my breathing n posture in order to not cry. and i did not since i made great efforts.but i couldnt help but feel like clown since i had dressed prettily,done my make up prettily just for him to maybe look at me more. notice me more. for him to be even nicer to me.i just wanted to be pretty for him to look at okay. i liked his validation i still do. so maybe i wanted that more i genuinely dont know. now writing all this maybe(probably) i was desperate n it showed. whatever the case maybe he was too mean. wayy too mean. yet still on the way home,he’s on his best behavior trying to talk to me,while we are alone in the car. he asks me questions about class,i answer them as they are.he did notice i was upset. he asked me about it. i told him nothing happened. he kept asking and asking. finally i told him how he hurt me so much during class. to this he got on full defensive mode, explaining himself quite ambitiously yet somehow mainting to stay relaxed and being able to laugh. going on about how teachers could be hurt from students but students cant from teachers and how just messing with students was the only thing he liked about being a teacher and i was trying to take that away from him?
honestly? bullshit to me. after he was done i explained i wasnt mad, i wasnt acting weird towards him or anything like that and i wasnt accusing him,i was just telling him how i felt upset by his behavior. to that he stayed silent for a while. then went on to say that i should focus on my studies no matter what and shouldnt care about what he says that much. then i told him we’ll see about that, thanking him while getting out of car.
and that day i had actually promised i’d go to see him for an academic review the day after but i decided not to go because i had a far more important thing to do.
today we had a class together.i intentially did nearly no make up,dressed slightly below average and avoided eye contact as much as i could, just cuz tomorrow ill go all out,so i wanted to create that contrast. im not trying seduce him nor am i willing to date him in any way, i just like his attention very much and i like the feeling of “winning someone over”. so i will. i believe in no time he’ll be doing his best to not like me so much. hes a strong minded man of principle so i know he certainly wont even get close to passing any lines in the teacher-student relationship,however id like to see him struggle :)
so thats all about him and my little crushing.
after im done writing this,i’ll get back to my house and study for tomorrows big big exam n pick out my outfit n make up for that day. then making myself some hot milk foamed coffee and resting is also in my plans.
thats all i can say for today. my friends didnt come to attend any classes tdy so i dont have any updates on that part,other than one of my friends texting me they have ripped the blouse they borrowed from me n could repurchase the same thing ‘if i’d like them to’ 🙂 obvi i said that wasn’t necessary because i know she wouldnt be able to get her finances right to afford that but im still upset because that blouse made me body look incredibly amazing:( but it’s okay ig.
well:)
all for now. see you tomorrow? ;)
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