#also i really want to romance her but the romance is crappy so this is what i tell myself because i fucking hate the power dynamic

[seriouslyseravellan]

I know it's been mentioned by others before, but I absolutely love how DA2 has an unreliable narrator; specifically, in this case, when it comes to Merrill (especially a romanced Merrill).

It's shown in the game (however subtly) that Merrill is actually rather intelligent; she just doesn't get social cues (autism, anyone?). Merrill recognises the risks of using blood magic, and she accepts that her field of study may very well lead to her demise.

This is to say, I adore Merrill, and I find her to be a very compelling character. She's very sweet, intelligent, and (contrary to popular belief) not as innocent as the game (or Varric) wants us to believe.

Which is why I absolutely despise how the game handles the romance with her.

Throughout the romance (and I'm not even getting into the rivalmance), there is a very clear power dynamic: Merrill idolises Hawke, and they do not seem to be on even ground at all.

During Merrill's quest in Act 3, Varric approaches a romanced Merrill in her home; he asks something along the lines of what Merrill is doing there, and if Hawke even knows she's there. Merrill (rightfully) points out that she doesn't need Hawke's permission to go to her own home. Additionally, after Merrill's clan either banishes her or is destroyed, Merrill has a conversation with Hawke back at her home; she asks Hawke what she should do now that she can't go back to her clan. The other options are along the lines of "It's up to you" and "Rebuild the alienage", but the romance option is something like "You can stay with me".

... Seriously? After Merrill has been through a traumatic experience and lost her entire family prior to Hawke's crew (however unsupportive that family was), now that she doesn't know where to go with her life and is looking for serious guidance, the first response her partner (who is already in a position of power over her) has, the response that locks in the romance, is "be with me"? Are you fucking kidding me? Especially when the other responses are "do what you want" and "help your people here instead". (I think what Hawke actually says is similar to "Whatever you do, we'll do it together", which isn't as bad, but still.)

All of this is to make it very clear that while I love Merrill, I LOATHE the Merrill romance. But, to a degree, I understand it. At least from Varric's point of view.

Varric is being interrogated by Cassandra, who is a Seeker (AKA, a highly advanced Templar). For a decade, Hawke's crew managed to keep Merrill under the Templars' radar; now Varric is being interrogated by a Seeker, most likely one who already knows a little about Merrill (we all know Cassandra reads some of Varric's books -- it's not too far-fetched to assume she would have read Tale of the Champion before the interrogation). Basically, a Seeker knows that Merrill was a blood mage and that she was in a relationship with Hawke (I would think that info is in Tale of the Champion; please correct me if I'm wrong).

So, what can Varric do to ensure that Merrill is safe and that no Templars will come after her? He makes the dynamic of Merrill and Hawke's relationship seem like Hawke was in control. For a non-romanced Merrill, he makes her seem perfectly innocent and sweet, like she could do no harm. Sort of like, "yes there was a blood mage but she was harmless and lovely and Hawke had her under control so you totally don't need to hunt her down."

Of course, I still think Merrill was very sweet and lovely and wonderful and all that, but I definitely also think that Varric exaggerated some of that so Cassandra wouldn't think Merrill posed any danger to the Chantry.

Simply put, I think Varric exaggerated the details of the Merrill romance and Merrill's innocence in order protect her from the Chantry and the Templars.

[sp0o0kylights]

Give meee: an Eddie who went into a small little bookshop on an Indie trip and stumbled across an in person fandom meeting. 

It's mostly Star Trek, and also mostly women, but the stories they have are nothing like Eddie's ever read. 

He's barely a teenager, and already protective of himself and his real identity--but everything he's ever wanted is written down, right here, on a little zine with Kirk and Spock doodled on the cover. 

They’re not--it’s not obvious, that they’re what he is, but the story itself is blatant and Eddie ends up being so obviously close to tears, he accidentally outs himself without ever saying a word. 

(He also ends up on the mailing list, then being sent home with several hand printed copies of all kinds of zines.) 

Eddie would remain on this list well past his third senior year in high school. 

Past bats, and Vecna and Steve fucking Harrington. 

Flash forward to his first apartment.The tiny one he shares with Steve when they followed Nancy and Robin to college. 

Steve knows Eddie’s gay. 

Or rather, Steve has been told, but Eddie's still pretty clammed up about it. He's not yet where Robin is, ready to bemoan her loveless existence while draped over their crappy, thrifted couch.

He makes jokes and he flirts and he absolutely says things he shouldn't, but none of it is real. 

It's flash. Showmanship. 

It's the persona that yes, is him, but Eddie consciously built it. There’s nothing soft or gooey there, nothing anyone can use to hurt him. 

So when he comes home and sees that plain, padded envelope with the neatly printed label on the counter, torn wide open and flat without its contents?

 Eddie panics. 

His heart thunders in his chest, vision tunneling as adrenaline kicks through him. 

He wants to bolt-- should bolt--except ever since he almost died his brain no longer obeys him. 

Not when it comes to running, anyway. 

Instead it fights him to a standstill, freezing his feet right to the living room floor. 

The urge is still there. 

To run, and save face the cowards way. 

Vanish before Steve could get at a part of him that had once kept Eddie out of Wayne’s trailer for two days, until the old man had hunted him down and made him come home, huffing about how he’d love Eddie no matter what but he better never disappear like that again. 

(Which Eddie did anyway, and of everything that happened with Vecna, it’s that he regrets the most. The stories he heard of Wayne putting up posters. Squaring off with angry, too-righteous townies, and--)

A sniffle jerks him out of his thoughts. 

Eddie gasps, entirely unsure of when he stopped breathing. Stumbles back and turns, right in time for Steve to come out of his room and amble down their hallway. 

One hand rubs at his eyes, and the other is--the other has…

Eddie identifies the cheaply printed, stapled zine immediately. It's one he's wanted to read for a while now, solely because it features a story about Kirk and Spock being stuck in a cave together on a planet that has  bat-like, vicious animals on it. 

Kirk gets bitten after something goes wrong with the transporter and, look, it’s carthiatic okay!? Sue a guy for wanting to read a romance about a situation he identifies with! 

Steve looks up from the zine and startles. 

For a second his eyes go dark and flat, the same way Eddies and Robins and Nancy's and everyone's does when caught off guard. 

It's gone in a flash though, Steve visibly relaxing when he clocks that it's just Eddie. 

He keeps the zine pressed to his sweater clad chest,  and huffs out a laugh that's half forced and half pure relief.

“Fuck Eds, you scared me! I didn’t know you could be quiet.” 

“Uh huh.” Eddie manages, voice sounding totally and absolutely normal and not at all ten octaves higher than it usually is. 

They stare at each other for a second. Long enough that Steve's eyebrows crinkle in the middle, which is the first hint that he’s beginning to worry, and Eddie really cannot handle Steve being worried right now.  

“What's--” Eddie’s voice cracks and he coughs to recover. “what's that?” 

Steve frowns at him for a moment, until Eddie gestures at the zine in his hands. 

“Oh!”

Steve holds it up, as if to show it off. 

“It's a little book Robin got in the mail. It has a bunch of stories in it. They're normally boring as fuck but this one's from Star Trek.” 

Hearing the words ‘Star Trek’ out of Steve’s mouth shouldn’t be weird, not anymore, when Eddie and Dustin have been on a two man mission to nerdify Harrington as much as possible, but it still kicks like a mule to hear him say such things without any prompting. 

“You know what Star Trek is?”

“Eddie,” Steve tuts, tongue clicking in his mouth. “everyone knows what Star Trek is. It’s nerd shit, but like, old nerd shit. My grandparents used to watch it when I stayed over. This?” 

 He shakes the zine, so hard Eddie wants to snatch it away from him.

 “This isn't nerd shit. This is excellent.”

Steve gives the zine an appreciative glance and hell, maybe Eddie accidentally walked into another dimension. 

He’s been trying to get Steve to read more, rediscover the joys of books the public school system does its best to destroy, but until now Steve hasn’t really taken to it. 

Enjoys when Eddie reads aloud sometimes, and has started to bug Robin to do it for him too, but otherwise?

Eddie’s nerve seen him with anything that had the written word on it that wasn’t a cooking or car related magazine. 

“Honestly,” Steve’s saying, “I think Robs fucked up, this isn't her style at all. She’s gonna be pissed.” 

He eyes the thing appreciatively, like the gift it is. 

“I'm stealing it the second she figures that out.” He adds decisively. 

“You like it?” Eddie asks. 

“Mmm.” 

“Even though it's--it's got…Kirk…” 

Steve's frowning at him again. “What?” 

“It's queer man. It's really queer.” 

Steve peers at him, the crinkle back in his eyebrows. 

“I know. Wait, how do you--” 

And well. It’s now or never. 

“It's mine.” Eddie says in a rush.

“No it's not.” Steve scoffs, and okay, maybe this is a dream. Eddie pinched himself twice already, but perhaps a third time would wake him up?

(It does not.)

“it was even addressed to Robin. Well,” Steve has one hand on a hip now, his default position when arguing, “Robbie, but she goes by that sometimes.” 

Which Robin does, but not in the fucking mail.

Without a word, Eddie turns and goes for the envelope the zine came in. 

Steve follows, invading Eddie’s space to peer over his shoulder (and that’s Eddie’s fault too, that closeness, but he didn’t think it would be turned on him in a moment like this--) 

There's a sticker on the envelope’s label.

 It’s barely hanging on, half of it curled into the air.  Round and yellow, with little black lines, it becomes immediately obvious that one of Robin's smiley face stickers has migrated again. 

They're all over the apartment. Remnants of a phase she went through after she stole a roll of them from her and Steve’s job at a local toy store.

This one had clearly jumped ship from its original spot (likely on the ceiling somewhere), and was now firmly over the E in Eddie's name. 

‘Ddie’ still isn't exactly ‘Obbie’  but--

Steve leans around, snatching the envelope up and bringing it close to his face. 

Far too close, like he can't read it, eyes squinting as he examines the label--and suddenly Eddie knows exactly what happened. 

He laughs, an explosion of noise that's half hysterical and half disbelief. 

Steve looks at him. 

“What?” 

“Oh my God,” Eddie says, one finger jabbing in the air in the vague direction of Steve’s nose. “I told you you needed glasses!” 

“I do not!” Steve protests immediately, but his eyes are darting around the envelope. 

He’s scrambling to figure out what Eddie’s seeing, trying desperately to find a hole that can prove himself right. 

Eddie decides to help him, by plucking the smiley sticker off the envelope. 

“See?” He jeers, and shit okay, maybe his life isn’t over just yet. “It says Eddie, not Robbie!” 

“You guys have got to start using your government names for this shit.” Steve bitches, but it’s weak.

Eddie feels a grin coming on, and lets it overtake his face. 

“So...Kirk and Spock huh?” 

“They’re cute.” Steve defends instantly, before sighing his defeat and tossing the envelope on the table. 

The zine he keeps in his hands. 

Eddie crosses his arms and leans against their rickety table. “Even though they’re both guys?” 

“I thought we were past this!” Steve whines. “I went to a gay bar with Robin last weekend!” 

Which is news to Eddie. 

“You didn’t invite me?” He gasps, feigning hurt by putting a hand over his heart. 

Truthfully he still hasn’t fully recovered--is play acting himself, almost, but is rapidly coming around to the idea of Steve appreciating queer fanfiction. 

“We did!” Steve rolls his eyes so dramatically his whole head moves. “We absolutely did, You said,” 

Here Steve’s voice pitches into a mockery of Eddie’s  that he will not give him points for, even if it is a little hilarious, “Me? At some loser bar? Fuck no, I’ve got a campaign to write. Starbuck, don’t you have homework?” 

“I didn’t know that was a gay bar!” 

“You did! Robin told you!” 

“Okay well, I wasn’t listening!”  

“Clearly. I keep telling you we need a fucking--system or, I don’t know, a code word or something!”  

“Yeah well, when you wanna make us a safe word for conversations, big boy, you let me know.” 

They’re both laughing a little now, this argument veering into familiar territory, with Eddie not really listening and Steve mocking him for it later. (As well as vice versa, with startling regularity.) 

“You really like it though?”  Eddie says after the laughter winds down, gesturing to the zine still clutched in Steve’s hand. 

“Yeah.” Steve confirms, easy as he’s said anything else. Like this isn’t embarrassing, or almost worse than the time Wayne found Eddie’s porno mags and alphabetized them as a joke. 

“It's part of a mail tree. I’m supposed to send it on to the next person when I’m done with it. I make copies though,” Eddie rushes to add, because Steve is now clutching the little booklet to his chest in horror, as if Eddie was about to rip it out of his hands. “If you like I’ll show you my other ones?” 

Steve eases his grip, giving Eddie the little smile he makes that makes his stomach flip. 

“That’d be cool.” 

(Later, Steve pokes at Eddie’s thigh from where they’re both sprawled on Eddie’s bed, Steve having switched the new zine out for one of Eddie’s copies. “Are you going to laugh at me if I ask you to read some of these aloud?” 

“Only if you don’t laugh when I ask you to take me to that gay bar.” 

“Deal, but on the grounds you’re barred from making fun of my flirting attempts. Robin doing it was bad enough.” 

“Well you deserve it if you’re hitting on women at a gay bar, Stevie.” 

“I wasn't hitting on women you asshole.” Steve says and oh.

Oh.

Eddie feels the floor drop out from under him for the second time that day. 

At least this time it’s not fear that thunders through him, but possibility.) 

[httpsghostie]

i just . many thoughts head full . thinking about toxic husband price that doesn’t compliment his darling anymore bc they’re already married and so he “doesn’t have to” . then they go out and she’s looking all pretty and someone compliments her . and he gets mad ! bc that’s his wife !! nobody else gets to call her pretty if not him >:c

Is It Really You?

sorry not sorry love u

Summary: your husband doesn't compliment you anymore.

Word Count: around 900

Warnings: toxic!husband!price x f!reader, angst/hurt, estabilished relationship (?

masterlist

Marriage was being a burden.

You never thought it would end up like this, all the sweet moments you two shared were replaced with toxicity and you seemed to be the only one holding it together.

John had become a different man after a certain mission he had in the military, leading to a lot of heated arguments, him sleeping on the couch way more than often. Sex wasn't the same also, that's when you two even engaged in it. 

But to everyone else it was perfect. Such a cute little housewife doing everything to her handsome, hardworking husband. And to be honest, you'd do anything for John, only if it wasn't for the man he'd now become.

He was cold, distant, indifferent. He didn't compliment you anymore, he wouldn't pay attention to the small details of your being like he always used to do, so loving and caring, just because, in his mind, he didn't have to earn you again. You two were already married, why should he?

Meals were shared with him on his phone, dealing with work, and you watching some crappy romance tv show, hopefully imagining you could live that again.

But it wasn't until the day he was invited to a dinner and had to show up with his pretty wife, pretending like the life you shared wasn't only being held by convenience.

You two stood in front of the house, a fine bottle of red wine in your arms, patiently waiting for someone to open the door. You wore a beautiful black dress, the one that your husband would never fail to compliment, but instead he just complained about you making him get there late.

"What a bonnie lass!" Said Soap as he greeted you, holding his arms open for a hug. You laughed as you stepped inside, accepting his hug.

"Thanks, Johnny, it's nice to hear that." You glanced at your husband who was putting his cigar away.

"That's my wife you're talking 'bout, Sargeant." He said, crossing his arms after he closed the door behind him, giving him a stern look.

"I acknowledge a beautiful woman when I see one." You chuckled, but felt your cheeks flushing. It's been a while since someone complimented you. It was such an innocent act coming from him that you didn’t even mind, but you knew what your husband thought of that.

You could see Gaz in the house as well, and he was making the universal 'cut that shit off' sign to Soap — a small waving hand on the side of his neck. He knew Price more than Soap, and for longer, also. He knew about your decaying relationship and he also didn't want a scene.

"Show some fucking respect, she's my wife, MacTavish." Price almost spitted out, raising his tone.

“Wow, ok, easy there, Captain!” Gaz finally stepped in between them, trying to ease the mood as he chuckled. “No need for that,— do you mind?” He pointed at the bottle in your hands that you’ve almost forgotten about, and if it wasn’t for him offering to take it, you’d probably have clutched it so tight that the glass would snap. You gave him a sweet smile and an almost inaudible ‘thank you’, not being really sure of where to shove your red face from embarrassment. 

“Is there a problem there?” You heard the deep voice of Simon approaching the little reunion by the entrance hall, Price’s hands turned into clenched fists and he took a deep breath.

“Not at all,” you chuckled awkwardly, waving your hands, and turned to your husband, whispering to him as the guys made their way to the living room, “and enough, John, why would you want to cause a scene, hm? Suddenly you’re jealous? What is that?”

“You’re my wife.” He pointed a finger to your chest. “You’re mine and you deserve respect.”

“Respect? John, that was the furthest thing from respect, he was just complimenting me, what’s wrong with you today?” You two were arguing silently, trying to keep as cool as possible.

“I don’t know.” He softened his gaze on you, brushing his beard awkwardly. “I- I don’t know, my dear, ‘m sorry.”

“Let’s pretend this didn’t happen.”

You didn't pay attention to the dinner whatsoever, nor the conversations going like nothing ever happened, the embarrassing scene your husband had caused in the hall of Soap's house were merely enough to make you dissociate. You felt strange, like something lit inside of you, those long gone butterflies finding its way to your stomach all over again. 

The drive back home was silent, from the start of the engine to the keys being tossed on the side table by the door, followed by the sound of you taking your high heels off.

“Didn’t mean to do that.” He said. You sighed, holding back your tears as if you were in a burst of hormones. “You… do look beautiful, darling.” It came out strained, like a cry for help.

You weren’t sure why, you thought you should feel grateful for having someone to be jealous over you, you thought you should run to his arms, hug him, tell him everything was going to be alright, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so, you couldn’t even care to look at his face. Your heart was shattered in pieces, bleeding out. How could you deal with the pain?

And there he stood, watching the only thing that kept him from ending it all, slipping away from his fingers and mournfully perambulating through the hallway to their once shared room.

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[dragon-ascent]

The novel

You happen upon a cheesy novel about Rex Lapis...so of course you show it to Zhongli.

★彡flustered zhongli, mentions of sex and spiciness but just trust me it's fluff

The first thing you do when you return home is kiss Zhongli and say, "Guess what I found!"

Zhongli, smiling at your enthusiasm, cocks his head slightly. "What did you find, darling?"

Grinning deviously, you set a book down on the table. "Gold, my love, literal gold!" Your husband glances over at the cover of the book.

"What is-" His smile falters and his cheeks heat up as he takes in the...rather suggestive illustration. It depicts Rex Lapis in partial human form, with long golden horns and a brown tail, holding in what seems to be a death grip a petite young woman wearing a sheer nightgown. Also, Rex Lapis is shirtless.

"Morax is my Mate," you read the title aloud for him, "it's a sappy, crappy romance fanfiction about you and some random female OC!"

Your husband blinks. "Romance? I - he looks like he wants to kill her."

You shake your head with a snort. "That sultry look is meant to be hot and threatening towards rivals!"

"Rivals," Zhongli repeats. "What, pray tell, is this story about?"

"It's about this village woman becoming Morax's mate, as the title suggests. Celestia appointed her as such, and thus her ordinary life gets thrown out of whack! And Morax is like, obsessed with her for no reason other than she's his mate. She has no personality outside of biting her lip and tucking her hair behind her ear every other page!"

Zhongli's brow furrows. "I...see..."

"And guess what," you say, flipping the pages until you get to the part you want, "the smut scenes go on for pages and pages! This one in particular spans thirty-four pages."

"Thirty-four!" Zhongli repeats, paling. "And it is one scene! What could these characters possibly be doing?"

You stare him down long and hard, smirking. "Do you really want to know, darling~?"

Zhongli's cheeks go from pale to deep red. "On second thought, I do not wish to-"

"Fingering, overstimulation, tail-play-"

"Oh Celestia, please spare me from-"

"-Edging, double penetration, oral-"

"I have had quite enough of-"

"Bondage, bathtub sex, usage of titles like Sex Lapis-"

"S-Sex Lapis..?" If Zhongli could drop dead right now, it would be because he cringed himself to death. In fact, he sits down to process this.

Trying not to laugh, you sit beside him. "You look a little under the weather, hehe."

Zhongli, rubbing his temples, is the very picture of 'under the weather,' if not more so. If he were human, he would possibly have thrown up at least twice by now. "Give me that," he says, taking the book from you and skimming through the prose for a semblance of sanity.

Except, he only feels more and more nauseous with each paragraph he reads. Forced marking? A competing god? Toxic possessiveness? An uprising that somehow only this heroine with the personality of a broken vase can handle? His closes his eyes and wonders when he can return to the earth as dust.

Watching him intently, you ask as he closes the book with a long sigh, "So what do you think of this book that should totally be illegal?"

"Well..." Zhongli gulps and clears his throat, tapping into his rational side. "Freedom of creation and expression is a fundamental right which the citizens of Liyue are entitled to exercise. This...this novel has been appropriately tagged as a fictional work meant for recreational purposes, and therefore...it does not break any rules. It has every right to exist."

You flash him another devious grin. "Uh-huh. And what do you really think of it, Zhongli?"

He draws in a sharp breath. "It is pure and utter garbage and I sincerely wish to delete this from my memory forever."

"Aww, Sex Lapis doesn't like it?" you tease, poking his cheek.

"No, and I am not Sex Lapis..."

"Sex Lapis! Sex Laaaaapis!" Poke. Poke. Poke.

"Hmph. Are you aiming to be punished like in the novel?"

"Maybe..."

[deadbeat-motel]

For my rewrite, I wanted to tie each sinner who's staying at the motel to a specific deadly sin to make it easier to understand what got them in hell and just for the fun of it.

It doesn't apply to the rest of hell to have a specific sin, but I thought it was interesting that the inhabitants of the motel will represent a sin.

Some of these characters are still rough ideas and will be subjected to some changes once i finalize the actual lores for these characters:

First up, Angel Dust is easy to confuse as Lust because most people might assume that since he's a sex worker, its probably what got him in hell right? Though, his sin had nothing to do with being lustful since he didnt become a sex worker until then (plus being a sex worker doesnt warrant someone a tacket straight to hell). Instead what really did him in was Gluttony since it was his appetite for vices that got him into trouble and also inadvertently lead to his death and it was that appettite that lead him to take any and all clients to feed his appetite for angeldust.

Nifty's sin is Lust, though not in the traditional sexual sense that we know. For her sin's sake, Lust is all about an uncontrollable desire that leads one to do horrible acts in order to attain what they've been obsessing over. In the rewrite, I was going to let her be a lot younger (most likely an adolescent-young teen) with a very skewed sense of what romance/love is like and have her lean in more towards a yandere-type character or a crappy creepypasta kid character (think Nina the killer levels of crappypasta). I'm torn between the two ideas at the moment.

[Also fun fact, hearing that nifty was a japanese woman from the 1950's kind of took me off because googling it, she wouldve been a woman who grew up in the middle of world war 2 and lived through a bit of the Post war boom if we assumed she's also american as well. Having someone with a background like that who acts like she's mentally a child makes it feel like Viv did no research at all.]

Husk's sin remains as Greed, as gambling just seems so hard to quit for him, even when his life is on the line, especially when he's cheating death so many times. Maybe it was after he had his first close encounter with death in his youth... or the few couple of times during the war... that he began to think of himself as too lucky to die. Unfortunately for him, he'd have to learn the hard way that whatever force that was trying to save him can't do anything about his own body failing from years of self-destructive alcoholism.

[Husk will literally kill me with all the research I'll have to do from 1910-1970 to get his story straight.]

Alastor is one Prideful mf. As an intelligent serial killer (possibly cannibal), he was able to evade the police whilst keeping the high-profile radio host job he killed others for. He enjoyed leaving clues and slipping little hints around his scene that stumped the entire police department. In the end, getting sloppy because of his own overconfidence in his abilities was what did him in and he was chased down and shot by a hunter in his escape.

Sir Pentious is Envious of the Victorian family and those above the middle class. He believed that he deserved to have the same kind of privileges they have especially since he was a brilliant inventor who believed he could forward Great Britain to a greater future. So he gave up 15 years trying to take over the monarchy by himself and failing miserably. He died due to an invention gone wrong and that was the day Great Britain was rid of its persistent annoyance.

[Some people may read about him in history books and confuse him for an anti-monarchist when this man's entire goal was to replace the monarchy with himself.]

Cherri Bomb grew up as a resentful youth of the Japanese 70's being a sukeban of a delinquent girl gang. Their Wrath was known all across the other local schools in their area and they were known for their sheer brutality. However, Cherri Bomb in particular was also feared by other members of the gang as she was ruthless punishing those who wanted to leave the group. She doesn't ever disclose how she died to others and thus no one is ever really sure how she ended up down here but no one really feels the need to ask.

[I'm extremely unfamiliar with Australian history so Cherri Bomb will have to have grown up in Japanese 70-80's delinquent culture.]

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There's one sin left.... but since I don't really have anyone in the HH cannon that could realistically fit Sloth, I'm left with two options: Characterizing the blank slate that is Crymini myself or leaving the last resident as a community effort "Build-a-Sinner."

So first poll ive done but....

[wongyuseokie]

The One in Red | k.m.g

Summary: You had a plan for New Year, go out and find some hot guy, you found a hot guy, but he won't stop with his crappy puns and pick-up lines, but when he looks that good, you can ignore it. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff |  ♕ smut |  ♥ completed works 

Word Count: 1530 words

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader 

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: PWP, Strangers to Lovers(?) 

Content Warnings: Alcohol consumption, bad puns, and terrible pickup lines. Mingyu is wearing THAT red suit. So that’s a warning. Kissing.

Smut Warnings: Public sex, sorta? They fuck in a closet. Unprotected sex (don’t do this in real life, this is fiction). Slightly rough sex, against a wall. Big Dick! Mingyu. 

Authors Note 1: Thank you to @here4btsfics for beta'ing this fic for me. I love you so dearly 💕 also thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil @love-strike and @seungkwansphd for reading this and then yelling at me. hehehehe I love the dynamic, but really thank you all so so much for all the support as always 🥺🥰 Authors Note 2: tagging @baljinciaga because she asked 🥰 Banner Credits: @classicscreations Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.

“This is so dumb,” you muttered aloud.

“Excuse me?” You turned around to see a handsome man, a man you only thought existed in celluloid and the pages of romance–erotic–novels. 

“Eavesdrop much?” You shot back, making him grin. 

“You spoke out loud to yourself, plus you said dumb,” he answered. 

“I’m guessing you turned because it’s something you get called a lot?” You fired off, and he held his hands up in defence.  

“Oh, ouch.” 

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I just, ugh. I hate the forced merriment of New Year,” you admitted, and the stranger nodded. 

“Well, what if I got you a drink to help drown the sorrows?” The man asked, and you shrugged. 

“Or better, you got me one for calling me dumb?” He offered, and you pouted and nodded as he sat at the bar next to you. 

“So, what's your name?” He asked. 

“Y/N.” 

“Pretty name for a pretty lady,” he responded, and you simply rolled your eyes. 

“What about you?” 

“Kim. Kim Mingyu,” he said, offering his hand to you, and you took it, shaking it lightly. 

“You think you’re James Bond or something with that introduction?” You joked, and he shrugged. 

“Possibly.” 

“Well, like him, you have plenty of admirers,” you said, gesturing to a group of women and men who were ogling at him. 

“To be fair, I don’t blame them,” you mumbled, the alcohol loosening your lips. 

“Oh? I look good?” Mingyu asked. 

“Oh, you know you’re hot, with this stupid red suit, and your stupid tits on display, and being tall and handsome,” you complained, making him grin. 

“I heard stupid a lot,” Mingyu added. 

“You’re incredibly hot, and I’m sure it makes anyone feel stupid,” you elaborated, making him nod as he took a sip of his drink. 

“Well, you never told me why you’re here,” Mingyu said. 

“Ugh, my friend dragged me here, but she found her catch of the night and ditched me,” you answered, and Mingyu frowned. 

“That’s kind of shitty,” Mingyu noted, and you shrugged. 

“To be fair, that was our ambitious plan, to look hot and get laid,” you admitted taking another sip of your drink. 

“Well, the night is still young,” Mingyu observed. 

“What about you? You’re hot, and I’m sure you have no problem getting someone, so why are you here?” You asked. 

“Well. Honestly? I came here for a business thing, but then I saw you in this lovely dress, and I thought, ‘aww, we match,’ and I wanted to talk to you,” Mingyu replied, and you stared at him. 

“You wanted to talk to me because I wore a dress the same colour as your suit?” 

“Yep.” 

“What if I wore a different colour?” You challenged. 

“I’d still approach you. You’re beautiful,” Mingyu responded. 

“What?” Mingyu asked when you smiled at him. 

“You’re doing better than the other guy who hit on me,” you noted. 

“Oh?” 

“Yeah, he was giving me terrible pickup lines,” you explained. 

“Oh, but some can be decent,” Mingyu defended. 

“Try me.”

“Tell me, are you tired? Because you’ve been running through my mind all night.” Mingyu said, making you groan. 

“Nope!” 

“Do you have a map? ‘Cause I got lost in your eyes.” 

“Hell, no. Mingyu, these are terrible,” you said, laughing as you swatted his arm, noting how buff he was and imagining what it’d feel like to hold those arms as he pounded into you. 

“Well, I’m usually a lot more direct. I don’t like to waste time.” 

“Oh? Do tell.” 

Mingyu finished his drink and inched closer to you, his lips ghosting your ears, his hand finding yours as he traced it. 

“Kitten, you told me about what your plan was for tonight. Want to make it come true?” Mingyu asked, and you bit your lip to bite back a moan. 

“Oh!” 

“Unless you prefer crappy pickup lines, in that case, hey girl, is that a phone in your back pocket? Because that ass is calling me,” Mingyu said, and you let out a deep sigh, grabbed your drink and finished it. 

“Fine.”

“Fine, what?” Mingyu asked. 

“You can help make my New Years' plan come true, and it’s only because you look sinfully good and not because any of your pickup lines worked,” you responded with a pout. 

“Come on. We’re finding a room in this fancy bar,” Mingyu said, taking your hand and guiding you along with him. He moved smoothly, manoeuvring you out of the crowds and into the nearest storage room. 

Mingyu locked the door behind you before turning to face you. Your back was pressed against a wall, and you were staring– well, undressing him with your eyes. 

“Like what you see?” Mingyu asked, smirking. 

“Shut up, you know you’re hot,” you muttered, making him laugh as he approached you. 

“As are you, kitten. Do you know all I could see was red when you walked into this place tonight?” Mingyu teased. 

“One more lame joke from you, and I’m leaving you with blue balls!” You threatened, making Mingyu grin. 

“So you’ve been thinking about my balls?” Mingyu joked, making you sputter. 

“Come here, kitten, let me taste how sweet that smart mouth is,” Mingyu said as his hands found your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. His soft lips met with yours and pulled you into a searing kiss. His lips moved against yours, and his grip around your waist tightened as his tongue swiped against your bottom lip, making you moan, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You moaned further into the kiss, and Mingyu’s hands slid down to your hips, and he pulled away from your lips. 

“Can I?” Mingyu asked, and you nodded impatiently, making him grin. 

“Fuck, you didn’t wear panties?” Mingyu asked as he hiked up your red dress to your waist. 

“I can’t be having panty lines now, can I?” You teased. 

“Yeah, clearly,” Mingyu mumbled as he moved to kneel. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, making Mingyu stand up straight and stare at you. 

“I need to prep you.” 

“Don’t be cocky. I’ll be fine,” you argued, making him smirk. 

“Very apt choice of words, kitten,” Mingyu responded with a grin. 

“Can you just fuck me?” You whined, and Mingyu grinned as he quickly moved to push his trousers down, pulling his hard length out, hissing when the cool air hit his erect member. 

“Gladly, kitten,” Mingyu responded as his arms found your waist. He easily lifted you into his arms, pressed you into the wall, and guided his thick length into you. 

“Fuck,” you gasped. You whimpered in both pain and pleasure; he was so big. 

“Could have used prep, right?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“With pleasure.”

“Pun intended?” You asked, and Mingyu only grinned in response. 

“Of course, kitten,” Mingyu answered before thrusting into you. 

Mingyu’s movements were rough and quick, but his thrusts were precise, and you were falling apart on his cock, embarrassingly quickly. 

“You sound so fucking wet. Can you hear yourself?” Mingyu asked, his lips ghosting your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck. You could only whimper in response. 

“Imagine if you squirted on my cock. God, I’ll walk back in there with your cum all over my trousers,” Mingyu continued to spew absolute filth as he fucked you, making you moan at the possibility. 

“Inside,” you moaned, and Mingyu swore he could have cum right then and there. 

“Fuck, okay,” Mingyu breathed out as he took a second to collect himself and then continued to pound into your cunt. 

“So good,” you moaned as you held onto his neck, possibly scratching him, as he thrust into you. One particularly hard thrust sent you ever the edge, making you cum, whimpering, and clenching around him. Mingyu came a few seconds after you and held you in his arms.

The two of you just stayed that way for a few seconds, and you were about to speak when you heard muffled cheering from outside. You looked at Mingyu, confused, who simply smiled at you. 

“Happy New Year,” Mingyu said as he pressed a soft kiss against your lips, making you smile into the kiss.

“Well, I guess I started the year with a bang?” You joked, making Mingyu laugh.

“Who’s making the shitty jokes now?” Mingyu asked. 

“It’s the sex. Your crappy humour is contagious,” you defended, and Mingyu only smiled. 

“Uh, do you want to put me down?” You asked. 

“Oh fuck, sorry!” 

Mingyu gently placed you down on the floor, helping to pull your dress down as he pulled his trousers up. 

“Pity, I didn’t soak your trousers,” you mumbled as you patted out the creases in your dress. 

“I mean, there’s always a next time?” Mingyu said, his voice low and hopeful. You placed a hand on his toned bicep, making him turn to face you. 

“Next time?”

“Well, how about you spend the first day of the new year with me?” Mingyu asked. 

“Oh?” You teased. “What’s in it for me?” 

“More orgasms, shitty jokes, and you’ll not want to spend it with anyone else,” Mingyu responded. 

“Lead the way.”

[hotxcheeto]

Hey girl, how are you?, I would like to ask for an fluff Headcanon on how Shane from The L Word would have a crush on the (G/N)reader, sort of how she would act with the reader and how she would declare herself to the reader, only do this if you feel comfortable , W love <3

━ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Shane McCutcheon x G/N!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, slight angst?, pretty much all fluff

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - so sorry this look so longgggg!!! threw me back into my L Word phase though lmfaooo watching it as I write this.. much love!! &lt;3

Shane has a reputation, let's begin with that

you’re friends so I mean you already knew that part, you didn't have to friends with her to know that either, but it's also what kind of worried you about your growing crush on the girl

It's also what made you keep your feelings at bay, even going so far as to outright ignore them but what you didn't know is that Shane also had them

She isn't clear when her feelings began to arise though, just that the day your ex cheated on you was the day that something changed, obviously, but it didn't have to do just with your breakup

She realized how seeing you talk about your crappy ex and complain after she brought over every breakup remedy she could find to your house made her feel

It made her feel like she could do better because you deserved so much better, you were an amazing friend to her and you were always there and ready to comfort her when she needed

You were so amazing.. and a beautiful person.. and awesome... and oh shit she's attracted you

Like really attracted, and it's pretty obvious to everyone but you

It's like a switch is flipped and suddenly she can't stop staring at you, admiring you, smiling all cheesy when you do something mundane but she just thinks it's so adorable

Imagine folding laundry while Shane eyes you from the other couch while talking, yeah, she's down that bad

You and Dana are probably the only two that can't hear Alice screeching, always the last to know

Smiles so much around you it's insane, and Shane already kind of has this resting smirk face but with you it's not a smirk... it's a corny, wide grin that makes her cheeks hurt

She usually doesn't smile like that either

God it makes her feel dumb

Alice knows and so does Tina who randomly starts pushing you towards romance and trying a bit too hard to figure your type

Alice even made a questionnaire for you to get you back into dating but everyone shut it down as soon as the first three questions came out

Shane is also naturally touchy, but with you it's like it rises to a thousand

If you all ever sit down, she's sitting beside you even if she's gotta pull up a chair, making an excuse that she doesn't feel like walking around the table

The excuse is for you, everyone just raises their eyebrow

Shane will then probably put her hand on your leg whether it be your knee or thigh, doesn't matter and she does it sweetly without a second thought

Or maybe there's a million thoughts and she's internally panicking to read your reactions and glancing over at Alice a thousand times who only shrugged

You acted normally, Shane felt defeated, like a fucking toy soldier, or at least that's how it was described to the rest of the ladies

She also sits extremely close to you, like shoulders hitting each other type of close but that's just because she likes seeing you get flustered and giggle when she whispers shit to you to tease you or make fun of someone in public

She'll even talk to you before her morning shot, that's when you know it's serious

Shane also likes to pay for you, kind of forces it on you if we're being honest, she just throws the money on the table and grabs you to leave while your not even sure what's happening until you're out the door

She just wants to take care of you, you're her sweet, pretty, thoughtful friend after all, mind as well make sure you're well taken care of

You sure take care of her when she's having girl troubles, which makes it even harder for her to tell you

Besides she likes seeing you get fake angry about her always covering the bill

Will platonically hold your hand, because y'know, you're besties, everyone in the group does it, obviously you guys would do it too

But something happens during all the hand holding and hang outs and Shane starts getting closer, testing the waters if you will, she's confident

But she's also terrified of fucking up your friendship cause y'know, she adores you

Taking a chance though is something she specializes in and so she does, getting more romantic and breaking away with the platonic friendship bullcrap

Kissing your cheek when leaving, always having an arm around you ( more than usual ), giving you little kisses on your forehead or neck while laying in bed while just 'hanging out'

It was a small affectionate habit but becomes more frequent and you definitely notice but much to Shane's displeasure you don't say a thing

At first you think it's just Shane being Shane until the other ladies start asking if you guys are a thing and you just think they're being ridiculous, Shane acts like she has a thing for everyone

Doesn't help you both are so close all the time but that's because you're best friends

It makes you really confused and you even start to accidentally distance yourself from her to try and help to feelings ease

Whatever feelings those are because you're still not entirely sure what you're feeling

So Shane does what Shane thinks she should do

Panics and calls the entire group together because who the fuck else is gonna tell her to shut up and get her act together

She wants to ask you out but let's be honest, it's you and not some random hook up that went too far, you're her best friend and if this gets screwed up...

In her mind it's make or break

Alice leads the entire conversation by telling Shane to just ask you out because the worst you could say was no

So there Shane goes, ready to knock on your door with an entire speech made up in her head but as soon as you open it she just blanks

Completely forgets what Tina and Bette told her to say, all of Dana and Alice's advice and every detail Kit had added to sweeten it up

Blushed when you laughed and invited her in and then it all just comes out like a mess of words

You're just nodding along until the weight of what she was saying really fell on you and you just go silent

It was an entire declaration wrapped up in a few seconds before you both just stared at each other wide-eyed

You don't talk about either, it just kind of turns into a really messy make-out session that ends in a fit of giggles and a small chat about her little hype sesh before she got there

Let's just say you found that amusing

[auliisflower]

TAKE ALL THE LOVE

you’ll be safe in my romance, babe

JANIS IMI’IKE X GN!READER

so this isn’t even a request but i fucking love this song (also i’m writing this instead of studying for my exams but its wtvr)

Y/n had never really been interested in getting in to a relationship. Well, not until her.

Janis Imi’ike

Oh god. Y/n could talk about her for days on end. How she would ink little drawings on her hands when she got bored in History class. Or even the little stickers of eyes and random doodles she had in her locker.

She was something else. And Y/n was intrigued, to a point that even their friends had noticed something different about them. Because how could you not notice someone like her? Janis was smart, funny, incredibly gorgeous, talented, artsy, did she mention gorgeous?

Y/n wasn’t technically a nobody at school. They were a part of the debate club, the book club, Hell, they were even a class representative in the student council. But the feeling that they couldn’t shake off was why did they feel like Janis was the only one who didn’t know they existed at school?

Y/n was pining, hard. Which is weird because they haven’t even made a move on Janis yet. “This is so stupid” Y/n thought.

Fuck it.

Highschool will eventually end anyway, what’s the harm in trying to hit up your hot crush? Y/n decided that they’ll introduce themselves to Janis tomorrow. A bold moment for them, surprisingly. But you gotta work for what you want, right?

Doomsday had already come too soon, Y/n strutted into school heading straight for homeroom to wait for lunch. Y/n and Janis had only ever shared two classes. History and Art. Well today, unfortunately, they had no classes together. So lunch it is.

As soon as the bell rang students flooded the hallways to go to the cafeteria. “Are we really doing this?” Y/n thought, “Yes, stupid. Don’t be a wuss” they argued with themselves as their hands fiddled with their headphone wires.

The cafeteria was packed with students, as per usual. Y/n heard their name being called over at the designated “model student table” which was a bunch of crappy, rich douchebags who only ever got as far as their daddy’s money would take them.

“Hey, Keira” Y/n greeted the Student Council President. Keira nodded in response, “So I was wondering if you could come over to my house after school today?” She questioned Y/n. “I just need some help with that annoying Calculus assignment Mrs. Norbury gave us.” She continued when Y/n hadn’t uttered a word in response.

“Oh.” Y/n squeaked out. “Sure.” They replied shortly, not wanting to waste anytime on talking with someone who only wanted them for their brains.

“Thanks love!” Keira winked at Y/n who uncomfortably shuffled around on their feet. Y/n nodded back to Keira as to end their conversation.

Do you ever get that feeling where you know someone’s watching you but you can’t pinpoint who? Yeah, that’s what Y/n was feeling as their conversation with Keira Oliver ended.

Y/n glanced around the cafeteria full of hungry teens and their eyes landed on the “Art Freaks Table”

Janis.

Y/n’s eyes locked with her big brown eyes for a second before she hurriedly looked over to Damian who she was sitting with. Janis laughed awkwardly and Damian stared at her weird.

Huh.

Cute.

Y/n walked over to their table and stood infront of Janis. Was she blushing? Or was the room just crowded?

“Hi!” Y/n grinned at her. “Oh, um-“ Janis muttered out. “Janis, right?” Y/n continued, smiling sweetly at the shorter girl. Y/n could hear someone clear their throat and immediately greeted Damian. “And Damian, hello.”

“Hi, Y/n, what brings you to the art freaks? What’s a goody-two-shoes like you doing here?” Janis finally got her act together, putting up a cold façade because there’s no way this perfect of a person would come up to her without malicious intent.

Damian shot Janis a “I like them, don’t be rude” look. Y/n cleared their throat and answered “Nothing much, I just wanted to say I really liked your art piece at the convention last Friday night!” Y/n grinned at her.

“Oh. Well, um, thank you!” Janis blushed at the them. Damn they was even prettier up close. “Well, I was wondering if you could maybe help me out with a piece I was doing for our art class. I know you’re the best in art, so I figured you were the right person to ask” Y/n laughed nervously

“Shit, shit, shit, oh my fucking god” they thought internally.

“Oh that thing where we have to do a portrait of self reflection? I’m totally down!” Janis replied to Y/n, her cheeks reddening at how Y/n’s eyes lit up at the response.

“Oh really? Cool! So, um, I’ll just see you after school? Is that okay?” Y/n asked carefully.

“Absolutely! I’ll see you soon, Y/n” Janis grinned up at them. God they were so cute. Y/n smiled sheepishly and replied “Thanks, Janis” carefully brushing their hand lightly against Janis’ on the lunch table.

As they walked away, Janis let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. “So you and that hottie, huh?” Damian giggled at her.

“Dude, shut up!” Janis smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

Keep me guessing but don’t keep me waiting for us.

(Hello gays so there will be a part two to this so don’t worry guys!!!! I just have like no motivation rn but I swear I’m trying my best forgive me rn plz)

[evanhamato]

Hello! How are you? Hopefully great!

May i please request hurt/comfort, platonic head canon younger sister reader and her older brothers?

It's about reader who's going through a rough break up since her boyfriend cheated on her with no remorse, so the gang are comforting her and having their revenge on the ex.

[ Family First ]

ROTTMNT x GN!Reader dealing with a breakup

A/N: im so sorry to hear about your ex :( i really hope you can move on from that! also, there wasn't really any gender specific terms used so, i applied it as gender neutral if thats okay (plus, trying to be more inclusive for people who may be going through a similar situation)! have a nice day siniora and thank you for requesting! <3

Relationship: Platonic / Familial

TW: Hurt/comfort, slight mentions of violence, threats, fluff

Raph

Calm on the surface, reassuring you and rubbing your back.

He is genuinely boiling underneath the surface.

However, he redirects his anger to focusing on comforting you.

What kind of person does that anyways?

You get babied for the next week.

Food? Made for you. Fast food? Ordered. Drinks? Brought to you and pre poured.

If he ever comes across said ex, it is so very difficult for him to keep his composure

Passive aggressive to the max.

But of course, he doesn't want to be seen as violent so he will leave as quickly as possibly.

That doesn't mean he doesn't give your ex a nasty stare.

Leo

Tells you how he 'told you so'.

Tries to cheer you up with jokes and snarky remarks about your ex.

But, if you don't like the jokes, he goes stone cold immediately.

Distractions, its what helps him calm down!

Karaoke by humiliating himself, dumb jokes that never land.

But also, he'll talk about his day, or anything really.

If you guys are out and he spots your ex, of course he's not happy to see them.

But, why waste energy on that when your right there?

Walks in front of you, on weird angles, anything to hide you.

He'd rather you not see your ex.

Donnie

He's stunned.

He can't wrap his head around the fact someone would cheat, the concept is foreign to him. (100% not projecting haha../sar)

Emotions. Not his category, not his strong suit.

Also, romance is something he understands but, also does not.

He obviously understands this meant a lot to you so, he goes out of his way to accommodate to your physical touch needs if needed.

Hugs, cuddles, shoulder rubs, its a limited time deal.

He knows sometimes he inherently says mean stuff so, he tries to keep his sarcasm down a notch.

He doesn't wanna make you feel like a fool for something that wasn't your fault.

He doesn't give your ex an ounce of attention.

Nothing. If they try to interact, Donnie doesn't even respond. He's above that.

Mikey

When he hears about what happens, he pinches the bridge of his snout (beak, snout?) and shakes his head.

Not at you, but at your ex of course.

The whole situation is just a matter of morality and clearly your ex didn't have good morals.

Of course, its just normal reassurance.

You go to bed feeling crappy. Wake up, go to the lair.

When you arrive, everyone acts secretive.

That is until they reveal they're going for the day to a festival with you!

Mikey doesn't acknowledge your ex, like Donnie.

He doesn't completely ignore said ex though.

He will deliver the nastiest stare like Raph, not a single word exchanged other than that.

[kairiscorner]

some things will never be the same. — miguel o'hara x reader (angst)

summary: he once loved, and that was his the only time he ever loved. he loved with all his heart, he loved till it was taken away from him. now that love slumbered in his still beating heart, it could never be shaken off, nor forgotten--not that he wanted to. but when that love awakens, is a part of him revived, or killed again? pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!reader genre: angst. word count: 1,353 author's note: i blame the song 'mister loverman' for all my pain making this. also, i'm so sorry for the crappy spanish TT

he didn't believe in ghosts as a young boy, he was a skeptic–believing whatever was in front of him was real, whatever was gone... was gone. it would never come back unless he could do something about it, unless he knew how to bring what was lost back. he was too quick to lose hope.

"i've go this shake in my legs, shaking the thoughts from my head."

and that was his fatal flaw.

"but who put these waves in the door?"

because despite convincing himself the one he called 'cariño', 'mi amor', 'mi vida'–his life–'mi esposa'–his spouse... he can't go one day without wondering where you would have been had he not forced himself into your life. he made you his spouse without you ever knowing this wasn't the miguel o'hara you vowed to love and be with, in sickness and in health... whom you finally parted with, with you never knowing–not even when you disappeared before his eyes.

now, he has only the ghost of you–the ghost of you whom you never loved, loving only the man who he resembled too well–whom would never be able to see, hear, touch or speak to again.

"i crack, and–"

until he went to that fucking train station.

"i... pour."

that stupid fucking train station.

he wish he never went there to begin with, wished he never looked ahead of him when he heard that recognizable clicking and clacking of heels that hurried against the platform's pavement, wished he never picked up that familiar scent that he can only relive in his dreams faintly when he imagines you in his arms, whispering to him that you love him, you need him, he's your lover.

he wished the past would just stop sinking that blade it pierced in his heart that day when he saw you in the kitchen, sheer horror and shock filling your face--petrifying you as you saw the hologram of your dead, real husband's body on the other end of the call from the police department at the morgue.

he could never forget the way you looked at him that day.

you looked at him like you didn't know him, that he was completely alien to you--that all those evenings of loving him, all those mornings of kissing him awake and teasing each other with gabi acting all grossed out over the romance you two shared... all those 'i love you's you told him... you were never really with that man you meant them all for.

and he will never forget the way those tears rolled down your cheeks as you asked him...

"who are you?"

"i'm mister loverman."

he also wished his feet would stop carrying him everywhere subconsciously as the past was busy dealing him painful, blunt blows everywhere internally.

he also wished... he didn't reach out for you.

he wished he didn't call out your name.

he wished you didn't look so much like her.

"and i miss my lover, man."

he felt a lump form in his throat, staring at your face that looked like you but not quite like you; seeing those eyes that he always swam in and got lost in every time he held you in his arms and locked his gaze in yours made him feel like he had messed up again, that the universe had witnessed the crime he had committed of prodding at old wounds and calling out that name of yours that he told himself, convinced himself, that he buried deep in the dark entrails of his mind.

but you never left his mind.

never one day, one hour, one minute, one second of his life.

"i asked, who are you?"

you asked him through gritted teeth as tears ceaselessly poured out of your bottom eyelids, your eyebrows contorting into all kinds of expressions that only boiled down to one to many feelings, until back to the one feeling you were expressing right now with your tone, shaky body language and resistance to hitting him right now with every fiber of your being: helplessness.

and you truly were helpless that day.

it was the day when everything came crashing down.

the day you discovered your husband had been long dead, that your daughter was now orphaned of a father, that you were now a widow, that this man who shared his mornings and evenings with you both at your table, singing to and playing with your daughter, carrying her to bed after a long day and retiring in your arms as you kissed him good night and sought for his embrace in the cold late hours of the night... was anybody but your husband... you felt like everything you lived for was all a sham.

you lived with a fraud, you loved a fraud.

he understood. he finally understood that feeling you felt back then... he knows he could be feeling euphoria right now; an intense, overwhelming longing that had finally been answered, had been granted to him. he should've felt grief, after having lost you that day, after losing the one person in his life he really found the space in his heart to care about... but all he felt was something close to unworthiness, a helplessly overwhelming guilt in the pit of his stomach.

"hello?" you called back out to him as you looked at him, gently waving at him with a slightly awkward smile as he seemed to still be frozen in place. "sorry, i... do i know you?" you asked him with a nervous voice, worried what could've happened to this poor man who seemed so troubled and lost.

"i'm mister loverman..."

"um, sir?" you called out to him again as he slowly began to move and reached out for you, nearly stumbling over, but his gaze never once leaving you and your face. his mouth twitched, it opened and closed, and you thought you saw his eyes glisten a bit; had he been crying? you hurriedly offered him a couple of tissues from your bag, tissues you always carried. "here, sorry they're crumpled, they're for emergencies, y'know?" you said with a sweet smile.

those damned crumpled tissues he knew all too well.

that damned little catchphrase you quipped every time you handed him one.

that damned, sweet smile.

"...i know." he muttered back as he lowered his hands and pulled away from reaching out to you, his gaze finally casting downwards, not even taking the tissues you offered him. you looked at him with confusion in your eyes, but you didn't force him to take any, it just meant more for you now. before you could even ask him what he wanted from you, the minute you looked up from your bag after stowing your tissues back in, he was gone as quickly as he came.

though at the spot where he was standing, in its stead, there was an old photo; it was yellowing by the white borders of the portrait with a few stains of aging on it due to the years not treating it very well. it was soft and tender to touch, almost like a fragile piece of the past. you took a look at the back of the photo that was facing upwards when you saw it, it read: "para mi amante, i hope you remember me every time you see this."

"for my lover."

you flipped the photo, and you couldn't make out the other person on the photo, but... that man you met earlier, the distressed-seeming man who seemed to want something from you, was the very man in that photo. he was kissing someone on the cheek, but you couldn't tell who. their face was out of the picture, you didn't know why it seemed like out of everything else in the photo, that person the man was kissing was the only thing obviously removed from the photo.

as if they were supposed to be erased.

as if they weren't meant to be kissed by that man you met.

as if... they weren't meant to be in that photo at all together.

"oh, and, i miss my lover."

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @ophanimgold

[ghouljams]

I thought about something for ghost!Ghost.

Does the property have a garden or something ? I don’t really think ghosts really sleep, so maybe Ghost roams around the outside part of the property when he feels like taking a walk, or when he feels like something might be wrong. He probably scared a burglar or two to death while reader is lost in her dreams ?

Also, I think I read something about Ghost’s voice actor saying that the man would enjoy romance movies ? Or maybe I dreamed about this. But what about reader bringing back DVDs and books for Ghost when she’s not at home. Perhaps she would end up figuring out which genre he likes best, maybe one that she doesn’t indulge in often herself, so she has to find excuses like « oh I heard good things about that book » or « I wanted to try this type of movies again » when her friends mention it ?

I wish I could write as fast as you do. But I’ve been so stressed out and my head is so full of ideas that I rarely know where to start, so I’m stuck most of the time. I wish I had friends to gush about things like that with. But hey, I started writing the introduction to a witch character mentioned in my last one-shot, a friend of the Hunter’s. It’s a start !

Lots of love, Friend. I’m sending tons of inspiration to both you and Maelstrom :3

Sam mentioned it in a tweet I think! Yeah Ghost is a ran of rom-coms, which is a great genre for him tbh. I think reader leaves the TV on to Hallmark(do folks in the UK get hallmark? You're missing out, great crappy romcoms all day) one day and comes home to a completely in tact house. Nothing out of place because Ghost just sat and watched people fall in love all day.

Definitely gets him books and leaves them out for him to flip through at his leisure. Tries out different genres but always has to get them in heavy hard backs so they don't close on him while he's reading.

I think there is a garden but it's overgrown. Reader hasn't tackled it yet, but Ghost can wander the property. He doesn't have any particular reason to now that you're around and he can just stare at you all day, but he used to go right up to the property line and try to make himself cross it. Not good times for Ghost.

I don't think anyone should write at the pace I do. It's probably not healthy. I don't recommend measuring yourself against my pace, I'm mentally unwell. Brain broke, only a fic machine now. My tip on starting is just to put your ideas down in words. Where you start doesn't matter just get the scene out of your head and worry about where to start later. There's no such thing as a perfect first draft.

[ystrike1]

I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain - By Mitsuno Hachi (6/10)

Warning. This is written like a soap opera and there are walls of text everywhere. The art is also a little incoherent and sketchy. I'm sure we all love assassin yanderes, and this one happens to be a Duke, but the plot twists fall flat. In my opinion this series would be better if it was shorter.

Lizzie reincarnated. She likes her new life. She doesn't realize she's in an otome game until later.

Her childhood is very relaxing and boring until she meets her fiance. Lizzie wants to be a good daughter, and she wants to enjoy her new life...but the noble house she belongs to is shockingly realistic. She must marry for the good of the family. She has to do well in school and there are lots of annoying rules to follow.

Bern proposes to her because she has no interest in the popular prince Edwin. This is good. Bern isn't madly in love straight away. Their love story is a nice coincidence.

Lizzie realizes she's in a game at this point.

Bern is the last boss. A scary boy who usurps his incompetent father before he even graduates high school. Bern must become Duke early, because his shitty dad is really easy to corrupt. He forces his father into early retirement, and he gets rid of crime in his territory the old fashioned way.

His assassin teacher told him he would find a great love...which is obviously Lizzie.

Lizzie gets kidnapped. Bern has royal blood because his family as a messy drama mess. Lots of people want his bloodline and fiance dead.

Lizzie...is scared. She admits it, but she tries to empathize with Bern. That wins him over and he becomes a violently protective fiance....kinda...

Trust me the plot screws up his character arc post timeskip.

Time skip. Lizzie and Bern are in high school. Bern isn't gloomy around her. He's a great partner and he always showers her with love, and they get along great.

Lots of people still do want him dead because of the royal blood thing though.

Lila, the game protagonist who is also reincarnated, appears. Her presence ruins the entire story. As soon as she arrives all of the tension goes away. There's alot of plot twists about mind control. Lila is actually the victim of mind control because the real villain wants a puppet queen, or something.

It's a crappy boring plot twist.

The story really was better when Lizzie was trying to empathize with her killer fiance...who is less killer now?

Huh?

I admit it.

The stakes are pretty high. Lizzie almost gets murdered by Lila's stalker. That's cool. Lila tries to accuse her of various crimes. That's cool. Bern is mellow instead of scary now, and that's really not cool. Bern is ABSENT for large stretches of this story. The romance doesn't get any time to develop, because Lila and Lizzie are too busy fighting over the fate of the country...or whatever.

Past chapter ten there are so many thick walls of text. Too many. You can't even see the characters who are talking because there are so many.

This guy, Johan, fell in love with mind control puppet Lila. He got obsessed and lonely, because Lila was being forced to behave like a flaky otome protagonist that flirts with everyone. She promised to love and support him, but then she ran off to suck up to the prince every day. He pushed Lila down the stairs, because her "cheating" pushed him to the brink. Then his crime was blamed on Lizzie. Then that backfires because Lizzie is proven innocent. Then like five more important characters get introduced. The beginning of this was pretty nice, but the rest of it is a mess. It is more of a drama than a romance, and the yandere gets no time to shine. He actually fails to save Lizzie a few times, which is realistic, but by chapter 11 I just wanted the story to end.

[doppel-doodles]

What is Shui's opinion on a certain "Albino Witch" wandering in the mortal realm? xD (Aka: Yeva shdhsjjd-)

Also, do they have any hobbies? :0

Ayayayaya you are tickling my writers brain I see-

Let’s say in this scenario Shui and Yeva probably met via Redson dragging her along to his lessons with Arthur because uh yeah he is kinda his teacher-

And in that case congrats she is now part of the family and no rejecting this is not an option.

Of course a friend of redson is a friend of hers! But for Yeva specifically I can see Shui would probably mother hen after her a lot, I feel like her more quiet nature and lack of emotion remind her a lot of one of her own daughters.

And a bonus for if she would have known her in her younger years, while Shui was a lot less terrifying than she was in her celestial warrior years she was still not the most approachable person however when Yeva decided to become her problem she would probably become the unpaid babysitter because „I guess I won’t let you die from stupidity.“ meant affectionately of course XD

She definitely would have made Yeva babysit her little brats once they came into the world as revenge :>

Well as for hobbies they all have something going on :0

But this is already way to long so have a quick list-

Shui: One of her favorite pastimes is researching marine biology and the underwater world in general, as an aquatic type demon it is pretty easy for her to just dive into a body of water and explore to her hearts content after all. On these trips she also looks for shiny knickknacks for her ever growing collection but besides that she also works out.

Arthur: Honestly if you were to just ask him then he would probably just answer "work." And to be fair almost blowing the roof of your house is a fun pass time but what he also likes doing is cooking which he is quite good at. Does adopting everything that breaths in your general direction also count as a hobby?-

Adrien: He's pretty into books but Adrien doesn't just like reading he also likes to write them himself. (definitely wrote a lot of fanfic in his teen years)

Klara: Oh she definitely is the type of kid that would do millions of activities and hobbies all the time and would leave nothing untouched, does everything from sports to researching physics for fun-

Katie: She likes to draw and dabbles in fashion design, really wants to learn how to actually make clothes, also a pretty big theater kid.

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Jú: Dancing and singing were her main ones but she definitely doesn't do those a lot anymore, another one where the answer would just be "work." If asked. Volunteers at animal shelter's in her free time.

Băoshí: Also pretty big into working out but also likes to craft, everything from cute little bird houses to full on furniture if bro can make it himself then he won't buy it. He to has a collection of shiny things stashed somewhere and it's only growing. He does some gardening on the side.

Yúnlü: Her passion lies in music, she is on a mission to try and learn as many instruments as possible. Besides that I picture her to be really into video games, definitely gets way too competitive when playing Mario party.

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Ming: I guess the closest thing he had to a hobby after his death was etching a line into his gravestone to keep track of the days, though eventually he couldn't even do that.

Baí: Sleeping, he doesn't need it anymore but it's a nice break from reality. Other than that he isn't exactly allowed to do anything that isn't serving or training.

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Mengtao: Gardening is her main one, even if it is technically her duty she still enjoys it. Other than that she also likes to annoy Nezha and Lao tzu-

Amia: She likes to knit! Her webs make for surprisingly comfy sweaters. Amia is also into crappy romance novels as well as making candy and baked goods.

Wanna know who you can ask a question? Click here!

Of course Yeva belongs to @chuitu

[bg3fandomcritical]

I disagree when people say that Mintharas good recruitment was a bad idea, I think how she was locked in general majorly sucks. It inherently disadvantages people wanting to experience her because you sacrifice like 8000 other things including NPC interactions several companions and really good armor. People ignore her because they can’t stomach that and the grove and hurting the tieflings who are so likable which means an excellent character is consistently skipped over and ignored by the fandom. It would be one thing if the evil route gave us goblin npcs, several companions, etc. But it didn’t, so players naturally make the less costly choice and you can’t blame them for that. The evil route SUCKS. It’s bland and boring and contentless. I know Minthara VA feels pain over it given how hard she worked, people will comment they just kill Minthara on her livestreams and you can how “oof” it feels. It’s basically setting up the character for failure. Many other characters can be experienced in all kinds of play throughs but not Minthara for honestly arbitrary reasons. In act 1 she’s just a puppet anyway. The killing, it’s not like she actually wanted to or that it’s for her benefit. Certain reasons you can give for why you did it even though not mind controlled, such as for fun, make her lose approval ffs. So why in hell is she locked behind it? You can redeem all these brief NPCs but you can’t recruit Minthara without a massacre of likable NPCs and draining the games content? Nah, bs. It’s clumsy and crappy. I also hate that your one real big romance scene with her is stuck in act 1 to begin with. I’m not really interested in sleeping with her while she’s a victim of a brainwashing cult, sorry. I want the real her. How Minthara was handled should have been better. I mean seriously, imagine if your one only Astarion scene with him was while he was drugged and delusional and out of sorts from it 🤪 not a fan.

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[storiesofsvu]

Jealous Rafael Barba Headcanons

Requested by lawandordersvu1234​

*Also this kinda low-key turned into a lil baby story but, I just rolled with it…**

Rafael does his best not to get jealous, but honestly, once he started dating you, it became something that was beyond easy to do, especially since you were still keeping it on the down low from the rest of the squad. In the back of his mind he’s already a little insecure about the entire situation, you’re younger, he’s been basically married to his work for the past decade, leaving little time for romance and sometimes he feels like he’s completely forgotten how to go about it.

You’re out celebrating a win on a case with the squad, first it’s the way the bartender’s gaze lingers down your blouse while you’re leaning against the bar waiting for a drink, it’s the way you laugh loudly at something Carisi’s saying, a glimmer in your eyes usually reserved for Rafael, the bright smile remaining on your face as you listen to the crappy story Rollin’s is telling. Rafael’s jaw is clenched, he’s stoically quiet, staring off into the distance or into his scotch, knuckles nearly white at how tight he’s grasping the glass.

Fin nudges him, asking what’s up, that he won the case, should be happy, Rafael grunts in response, tossing back the rest of his drink as he watches you and Amanda disappear to the bathroom. He doesn’t know why it seems you always look so much happier around the squad, you’re always laughing your way through conversations with Amanda, and tonight it’s really rubbing him the wrong way.

When you get back to the table and notice the lack of his jacket you quirk a brow to Olivia since she’s the only one that knows you’re together, she simply nods her head sideways towards the door. You roll your eyes, not wanting to arise suspicions by leaving right after him, choosing to stay for another round, shooting him off a text that he never replies to.

You call it a night, heading to his apartment instead of yours, his face softens into confusion at the sight of you at his door, asking why you’re there. You retort with asking why he left both early and without saying goodbye.

He lets you into his apartment, settling into the couch with you, fresh glass of scotch in both of your hands.You let him stew over his thoughts for a bit, leaning in to kiss his cheek gently, reminding him that you’re still waiting for a reply. Giving out a hefty sigh he mentions that he was jealous, which you can’t help but laugh quietly at, “of what?”

Rafael brings up how you seem to be having so much more fun with the squad, that your smile is brighter around Carisi, he brings up the age difference, and you let him get it all out, a warm smile on your face, hand holding his.

You mention that you’re more outgoing with the squad and reserved around him because you’re relaxed, at a sense of peace when it’s just the two of you, that you don’t have to keep the energy up, keep the jokes flowing to break down walls. When you’re with him, you can actually be yourself, you’re comfortable with him, the silence, only having to communicate through touch, a look in the eye, a slight smirk of the lips is all you need to express how you’re feeling. 

It’s then that he realizes it, the softness of you isn’t a lack of feeling happy around him, it’s love. It’s the love wrapping around the two of you, holding you closer and tighter than he could ever have imagined. He feels like an idiot for the entire thing, apologizing to you that your easily accept.

You lean into him, cupping his face in your hand as you gently kiss him, lips moving with ease, heart fluttering in your chest when you stare into those emerald eyes, “You’ve got nothing to worry about silly, I’m in love with you.”

[osterby]

Baldur's Gate 3, via Osmosis

So I think I played the first Baldur's Gate game for like an hour at a friend's house back in college, and all I remember about it was how delighted I was by the miniature giant hamster. I didn't even know there was a second game until I started hearing people get excited about the third one. That's about the sum of my knowledge of this franchise.

So without more ado, here's what my tumblr dash has taught me about these blorbos (I got @malaloba to huck the screenshots at me, so I didn't spoil myself on the names)

I want to say this one is Shadowheart, but that's too on the nose. She's probably .... Mythrin... Mithras... Mithotyn... Nope, I haven't got it.

She looks grouchy, and like she has a very good reason to be grouchy, and I would assume she's a combat class from her armour, but that's all I've got.

Gale (or Halsin) I know this one! He's the one who turns into a bear in The Cutscene that broke the internet for a few days. That means he'd be a Druid, right? I think he cross classes or something, though.

I hope the furries are having a great time drawing him as an anthro bear with a very large weenie.

Astarion! This vampire twink was all over my dash long before the game was released. Apparently he has a tragic backstory and is a jerk about it in a way that is either annoying or endearing, depending on the player's opinion of vampire twinks. His main role in the game, however, seems to be comically failing to pick locks. This means he's a Thief. Apparently the thing with the bear just had Astarion as the player character, and he isn't canonically dating the bear guy. Oh well.

Halsin (or Gale) The Other One who is Not a Bear. I would have said Bard for his class, but he's glowing a bit much for that here, so maybe a caster? I feel like he's more popular in areas of Tumblr that don't cross my dash.

Karlach or Karlak or something (not Karkat, that's a Homestuck thing).

Lesbians love her! She is large and angry and apparently really easy to romance just by approving of her chopping things with her axe. I think she was a child soldier? I see a lot of jokes about her crappy ex. I think her ex is actually her god and not her ex, though. Anyway, she seems like a prototypical Barbarian, good for her.

EDIT: I just remembered that she has PLAGUE, and is on a quest to Stop Having Plague. This is apparently her ex's fault

Laz'el. Lae'zel. La'zael. Something along those lines. I've seen treatises on her backstory and characterization, and she sounds like a really interesting character. Grew up in a cult of some kind, got dead or something, got abandoned by a crappy god (who might have also gotten dead or something), and is now wandering around trying to figure out how to exist in a world that isn't a cult. Apparently Other Players don't like her and dont't get what's up with her, which is a sore point for her fans (It's very possible that I'm mixing up portions of her backstory and fan reception with Karlach's) Her nose weirds me out (some uncanny valley thing between a skeleton lack-of-nose and a nose-nose), but I think she's pretty neat.

Ok, so if the blue lady at the top of this post isn't Shadowheart, then this one is Shadowheart. When I first saw the name Shadowheart, I thought it was someone's OC, and then I thought it was a generic name for the player character. From what I can gather, she's Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way with the stupid scraped off. She seems to be younger than most the other characters; she and the red tiefling are the kiddos of the group (Astarion doesn't count, because vampire). I think she grew up all sheltered in a weird little cult, too. Did ALL these characters grow up in weird cults? Is that a theme? Did I hear one backstory and apply it to a dozen different characters?

I happen to know for sure that this guy's name is Wyll. Good for me.

I don't know beans about him but I suspect he might be my favourite character when I do finally get around to playing, just from how his peronality is conveyed in fanart.

I get the impression he's the Only Sane Man to all these characters who grew up in cults and divorced dead gods and got vampire'd and whatnot, but he also has horns in like half the fanart and screenshots and is clearly Haunted (metaphorically, figuratively, literally, probably all of the above), so who knows.

As for the second figure here, I know the premise of the game is you've all got brainworms, who are in leage with a mindflayer con man who you can bone but who is also running some sleezy marketing scam, so maybe that's the brainworm made manifest?

I also see a lot of talk about character called Dark Urge, and the fan art doesn't look like that, but if Dark Urge is a manifested brainworm, then it could take various forms.