dish-licker · 8 months ago
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Cross posting this ValAngel thing I put on twitter. Tw for abusive relationship.
Valentino with memory issues from all the years of hard drugs. He forgets where he left his phone, why he summoned his assistant, what he likes to order at restaurants. When he forgets, he gets frustrated and lashes out.
So Angel keeps track of things for him. He makes a mental note of where Val puts his keys and remembers his favorite foods. In peaceful times, he does it out of love, to dispel the lost expression on Val’s face. When things are bad, he does it to avoid Val's temper tantrums.
But he walks a tightrope. If he’s too forward with his help, Val will take offense and lash out. So Angel flirts and flatters and makes Val think everything is his idea.
“I'm hungry,” Angel pouts cutely, because he’s noticed that Val hasn't eaten in hours and he always gets cranky when he's hungry. “Take me to that place I like?” It’s actually the place that Val likes, but this way he gets to feel like he's spoiling Angel. The strategy has worked well in the past. Valentino likes to feel magnanimous- as long as Angel is properly grateful, of course.
Val can't find his keys, so Angel surreptitiously sweeps them up from where he saw Val toss them earlier. He drops them onto the couch cushion nearby when Val is looking away. When he looks back, even with his poor eyesight, Val spots the keys. Crisis averted.
They get to the restaurant and slide into the booth. “Want me to read ya the menu?” Angel asks, and he knows it's a mistake when Val’s eyes narrow. He’s about to say that he can read the fucking menu himself, he's not blind, but Angel thinks fast.
He tilts his head and frowns down at the menu. “Hang on. Is this thing in French or somethin’? I can't read none of this.”
Val relaxes. “You're so stupid,” he says affectionately. “It's a good thing you're pretty.”
The menu is in Spanish, not French, and Angel knows it. But he mispronounces half the words as he reads them aloud so that Val can chuckle and correct him each time.
Val orders fajitas, so Angel gets the enchiladas that Val likes. When the order arrives, Angel takes a bite and moans with pleasure. “Soooo good. Try this, daddy.” He feeds Val a bite from his fork, and Val brightens immediately.
He tells Angel that it's just the way his grandma used to make them- a thing he's told Angel a dozen times already, but Angel doesn't remind him of that. He lets Val eat his food while he picks at Val’s abandoned fajitas.
They drink margaritas and cuddle in the booth, making fun of the waitress, gossiping about which of the restaurant’s other customers are hot enough to feature in Val’s movies.
Angel prides himself on being able to handle Valentino. He senses the slightest shifts in his moods, defuses his anger before it flares. This time, Angel navigated safely through the storm. Now he gets to enjoy Valentino at his flamboyant, affectionate best.
On days like this, it's easy to dismiss the days that didn't go well. When Angel missed a signal or failed to suppress an eyeroll, or snapped an “I know,” after Val told him the same anecdote for the hundredth time, only realizing his mistake when Val yanked him off his feet.
When Angel lets himself be flattered by the pet names that Val murmurs into his ear, when he bites his lip when Val gets handsy with him under the table, when the bad days are the farthest thing from his mind…Angel has to wonder which one of them actually has a bad memory.
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cosmic-spider · 1 year ago
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Jax x mexican fem reader
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He finds you accent funny( if you have one.) especially when you pronounce stores and other thing.
 He finds it funny when you don’t remember the name of something and you just say  agárra me el dese.(get me the thing) it makes him giggle a bit every time.
On the other hand, he does hate it whenever you take off your shoe and start hitting him with it. (He still doesn’t understand how a slipper or a shoe can become a lethal weapon in less than two seconds.)
He still doesn’t understand how you’re able to hit him perfectly on the head when he’s trying to run away from you before you hit him.( later on starts to ask you how to do it so you can hit other people from far away for a prank)
He loves it whenever you sing in your language either in front of the others, or even just by yourself in your room when you think no one is listening to you.( Not that he will ever tell you he dose)
He keeps your room key very close to him at all times in case he hears you start singing in your room by yourself so he can just come in and or peep through the door and listen to you sing.
I also find it fascinating on how many different ways you can dance just one song. Still doesn’t understand how you can move your feet so fast or so fluently especially your hips.
Almost ever fight the two of you have is just you getting pissed off of his jokes, and you cussing him out in Spanish, which were some reason Caine has not censored. Then him yelling at you saying “I don’t speak Taco Bell! “And then you just get pissed off and just start hitting him with your slippers/shoe.
He does love your cooking on the other hand not that he would actually tell you directly. Every now and then he’ll give a comment, saying it was good, or nice. Will eat through the pain of the spicy food. ( Will be drinking so much milk and water that he can find the moment he get out of you eyesight.)
Still doesn’t understand the nickname you call him by conejo morado.( purple bunny)
As a s/o
Loves it whenever you come to his defense and cuss whoever is bothering him. It warms is heart seeing you do that. You’re actually defending. He covered his face whenever you ask him if he’s OK since he’s blushing under the covered up part of his face with his hand.
Find that funny whenever something goes wrong on the dates that you make for the two of you.
Some of the stories about how you grow up and how your siblings active during parties in for piñata’s terrifying him.
Especially since he’s not a kid person. He could just imagine the horror trying to take care of kids that Literally run around and hit each other over candy that comes out of a piñata.( Wonders how you even survive that growing up)
Find the face smashing into birthday cake, tradition hilarious. Wants to try it on you until you told him the story where you literally gave your cousin a blackeye because of it.( things twice about ruining your birthdays now.)
Purposely does things to piss you off just so you can cause I’m out in Spanish he just stays there and looks at you with a smirk, face and flirts with you more to get your even more pissed off try to run away afterward, but gets hit in the head with a slipper.
Absolutely adores it  whenever you make  pan dulce (Mexican sweet breed.) Hid favorite is conchas, galletas, cono, y poquito with some coffee in the morning.
Finds the stories, you tell him about cookouts, funny and entertaining, especially on long and boring days that he has or when you tell him that someone got into a fight.
Both of you start drama and problems for the others. Then watch it on falls on the sidelines. 
Is always impressed on how fast you can run whenever someone gets abstracted. ( like he’s a rabbit and he can run pretty fast, but damn, can you out run him any day)
Hates it whenever you start the cleaning ritual every Sunday or what you believe. It’s a Sunday.(especially when you start singing and blasting music out of nowhere, or when you go into his room, even though he had all the keys and other ways to get into his room.) Its his nightmare
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angrytomatto · 1 year ago
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Summary of random facts about Merman because I'm bore (probably will update with time)
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We talk about this in a discord server and I just want to leave it here in case I forget
(Every fact here is based of what has been said in game, fan theories aren't canonically facts in this list) Last update: December 2023
(This list probably contain spoilers)
Not only they learn how to walk with legs, but also how to swim in human form (Stitch Event)
It takes them time get used to breathe air properly, walking their first steps feel heavy and painful and some of them still feel uncomfortable in clothes (Floyd's Beans Camo story / Jade's School Uniform voice lines)
The black carriage that picks them up to go to NRC is an amphibious magic coach (Floyd's Ceremonial Robes voice line)
Merfolks and Humans are aware of each other but is extremely rare to encounter an actual merman on land (Magicam Monsters event)
They aren't afraid of each other anymore, since Ariel married Erik merfolks commonly come and go from land to sea(Some adults even own some stores on the shores) (Floyd's Beach Wear story)
The institution or land boot camp that train merfolks to became humans was founded canonically by Ariel. They need at least one month there to get used to their new body and how to eat our food correctly. Deep under water they only eat raw meat (Floyd's Beans Camo story / Jade's School Uniform story)
In there also teach them about the fauna on land by taking them to the zoo (Floyd Platinum Jacket story)
Merfolks also have passports once they live in human society (Floyd Platinum Jacket story)
They can turn into their true form willingly (Book 3 / Book 4 / Azul's Ceremonial Robes story / Vargas Camp event / Magicam Monsters event)
However they drink potions to keep their human form. Those are really expensive and if they forget to drink it in time they turn back into merman really slowly (Book 6 Riddle and Azul's tower)
The potion itself is paid by the school and currently they drink an experimental version that allows them to keep their human form for a week or two instead of a couple of days. And it taste awful (Book 6 Riddle and Azul's tower)
None of them have good eyesight: Azul mainly use only one par of glasses because it helps with the ''Business Style'' he's aiming for, and even if he can see pretty well without them the lenses are prescript just as his lab glasses (Trey's Halloween Dress story / Azul's Lab Coat voice lines) Jade roam around the school at night because he feel at ease in the dark (Ruggie's School Uniform story) Floyd is always amused of bright colored things because they looked really dark under the sea (Floyd's lab coat story)
Their skin in human form is really smooth. That's because they are cover by slime in their true form that keep their skin moist and soft (Azul's Ceremonial Robes story)
Octopuses are a pretty exotic race even between merfolks, they are way bigger that the common merman. They are slow, so they are usually targeted by predators but they also are brutally strong and are able to manipulate all their limbs freely (Book 3 / Book 4 / Book 6 / Happy Beans event / Vargas Camp / Azul's Beach Wear voice lines)
Halloween under water have very ominous and respectful traditions, way opposite that Halloween on land. There's haunted ships with ghost that lost their lives drowned, so they play music to calm their sorrows and loneliness. There's many pirate ghosts wandering on rotten ships that could actually harm young merfolks if they are not careful enough (Jade's Halloween Dress story / Floyd's Halloween Dress story)
The Coral Sea is a really small community and merfolks don't hesitate to eat each other in order to survive (Many hints said by the octatrio to mention here. And yes, Floyd WILL eat any student if he have to (Azul's Beach Wear voice lines))
They live under a Monarchy and the current prince is called Rielle. Is implied that the prince assist in the same elementary school that Azul, Jade and Floyd (Book 3) **( The 14 one doesn't mention all the times the tweels bully Azul by calling him slow because I will lost count) ______________ That's it for now, I will add more eventually but this ones are the ones I can remember now, feel free to tell me what did I miss~
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calciumcryptid · 3 months ago
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what would the we are couples be like during heats/ruts?
Anon, you just asked a magic question. General warning for the omegaverse and the questionable consent inherent to heats and ruts along with the even more obvious smut talk.
We Are Omegaverse: Heat and Ruts
PHUMPEEM
Dynamic: Alpha Peem/Omega Phum
Peem knows he is close to his rut when he wakes up exhausted. He is calm and relaxed in his daily life but he is bone dead when he enters pre-rut. The twenty-four hours before his rut are spent sleeping with a single text to whoever is closest (his parents, his Aunt Pui, Q, and eventually Phum). He has to have other people do the necessary preparations because his alpha instincts don't want to leave his den. The next time he wakes up it is rut time.
Predictably, Peem is full of energy during his rut. His body has stockpiled, and he wakes up bursting with energy and desire. His rut is the most energetic Peem ever is, and Phum was taken aback when he experienced it for the first time. The sex is rough, seemingly never-ending, and Phum has to incorporate eating and drinking into the foreplay for Peem to do it. When they are connected by Peem's knot, Peem naps on Phum and while it is uncomfortable Phum can't find himself angry as he watches his mate sleep.
At the end, Peem passes out for another twenty-four hours before he is back to his regular self.
Phum knows he is close to his heat when his body itches upon not having Peem in his eyesight. He is clingy, territorial, ridiculously so and won't let Peem leave their den, leave their nest. He pads after Peem like a lost puppy as Peem prepares them food and water and calls time off work, reaching for him and wrapping himself around. Peem can't get on the phone with Toey and Pun, because while Phum knows they have mates of their own they are still omegas and his pre-heat brain views them as reproductive threats. Once Peem has stalked their fridge, Phum drags him back to their nest and scent him until his coastal scent has vanished under vanilla and roses.
During his heat, Phum has lost his vocabulary. He lets out whimpers, whines, and other lewd sounds that drive Peem mad. It would send Peem into overdrive, but Phum is dominant while in heat. Riding has always been Phum's favorite sex position, but Phum's omega instincts utilize it a ridiculous amount as he uses Peem as his personal dildo. Peem has tried to flip their positions before, but Phum is stubborn and fought back like he did the first day they met. Ultimately, it doesn't matter as Peem gets to watch Phum's eyes glaze over and his face flush in real time.
At the end, Peem draws Phum a bath and washes him. He says Phum's thighs wouldn't hurt if he let Peem take charge, which only earns him a splash in return.
In the times they sync up, they've matched each other step for step pace for pace as they fuck around their den never a step apart. Their nest turns into a warzone as they fight for domination, and only then does Peem has the strength to hold Phum down and fuck him into the quivering shivering mess like he does in their regular sex life.
QTOEY
Dynamic: Alpha Q/Omega Toey
In case you weren't here for my initial Omegaverse headcanon post, I stated my own interpretation of the Omegaverse respects aromantic and asexual identities. Biology will not give aromantic people a scent, nor will they enforce heat/ruts on an asexual person. In case you aren't here for my entire We Are experience, I interpret Q as demiromantic and Toey as demisexual. Demi identities are a little more complex, but still respected. Essentially, a demiromantic person will obtain a scent after they become romantically attracted to someone and a demisexual person will obtain a heat/rut cycle when they become sexually attracted to someone. When the demi person falls out of romantic/sexual attraction those traits will shut off.
Something I did not mention was demisexuals have longer gaps between their heats/ruts. In typical Omegaverse, heats/ruts are meant to occur similar to periods in they happen in a cycle. Fortunately, I don't believe they are meant to happen as often as periods but in my interpretation of the Omegaverse they occur roughly every three to four months so four to three times a year. A demisexual person will experience them every six to nine months so two to one times a year.
That wasn't really relevant, I just had to lore dump. Anyways-
When it comes to his rut, Q is odd. Media will try to tell people all alphas and omegas lose their sense when they enter their cycles, but it simply isn't true. Unlike Peem, Q is conscious during his rut. He didn't have a scent for about two decades of his life, so no one noticed he was in a constant state of arousal. For Q, it was a week off with awkward boners so he would hole up in his place with the occasional masturbation. He prefers to spend it alone anyways.
Q knows he is close to his rut when he gets affectionate. He gets affectionate, not clingy, an important distinction to make as he doesn't latch onto someone like an overly cuddly octopus. Instead, he does touch and compliment his friends a little more, and he doesn't shrug off affection, even plays along, as he transitions into his rut. As mentioned, he spends the week off painting with occasional masturbation sessions.
Then Toey entered his life, and Toey is a little scared to spend Q's rut together. This is reasonable. Toey is an omega, and he has heard the horror stories about alpha ruts. However, Q spends the entire first day of his rut eating Toey out, coming untouched. They aren't limited to the nest, spending a few rounds in the bathtub, and by the time Q has knotted Toey for the first time Toey is relaxed and blissed out.
By the time it is all over, Q snuggles close to Toey and naps.
On the contrary, Toey's first heat was a bit of a disaster. While his omega instincts guided him to safety it was an embarrassing time so he doesn't know what he is like before heat. It turns out, pre-heat Toey is similar to drunk Toey in the way he gets sleepy. Unlike Peem, who is dead to the world from exhaustion, Toey is cuddly and slightly delirious. He curls around Q like an overly affectionate octopus, and Q strokes his hair as he falls asleep to preserves energy. At least, that is what Q assumes Toey is sleepy for.
In their usual sex life, Toey is a pillow princess. However, a Toey in heat becomes a pillow queen. He doesn't want to do anything and gets fussy when Q doesn't tend to his every need. Toey is embarrassed when it is all over, but Q finds him adorable. In an odd way, it reminds Q of the days before they got together where Toey would beg Q to teach him art and bait the alpha into touching him. Toey may not be able to say anything more than 'alpha' and 'more' but Q will give him whatever he wants with care and dirty talk.
After it is all over, Toey goes back to being an octopus. Q is right, the next time Toey wakes up he is immensely embarrassed.
They don't sync up often, but when they do it is soft. Q wants to take care of Toey, and Toey wants to be taken care of.
TANFANG
Dynamic: Alpha Tan/Alpha Fang
Fang didn't know it was possible, but Tan becomes even more affectionate when he enters his pre-rut. Correction, Tan is the one who is an octopus as he latches onto Fang and refuses to let him go. Fang has to convince Tan to bring them their phones so he may make the necessary arrangements for his rut. Fortunately, Tan is willing to do anything and everything when it comes to other preparations as long as Fang doesn't take a step from their bed.
When the time comes, Tan is a mix between Peem and Q. He is rough, the way both him and Fang like it, but he wants to take care of Fang for better or for worse. Fang doesn't need Tan's rough tongue rimming him, but he knows he needs more preparation as his body doesn't produce it naturally like an omega. Tan marks Fang up, and the first time they spend a rut together Fang walks out looking mauled. Afterwards, Fang incorporates a muzzle into Tan's ruts until he is ready to receive the mating bite. Tan doesn't care. A rut spent with Fang is a rut worth spending.
Afterwards, Tan continues to be overly affectionate. He sees how long he can go with it before Fang stops believing he is under the influence of rut. His record is forty-eight hours.
In a twist of fate, Fang becomes clingy and territorial in his pre-rut too. He doesn't allow Tan to leave their bed, he holds him down, similar insecurities he shares with his younger brother brought to the forefront and tripled by the fact he lays with another alpha rather than omega like his parents society demands. He needs Tan with him, so Tan makes the necessary arrangements from their bed.
When rut hits, Fang is all over Tan. Tan likes to mark Fang up, but Fang needs to mark Tan up until there is no part of him not covered in bites or claw marks. It is rough between them, the pain a reminder they are there together, and in another twist of fate Fang is the one to bite Tan. He is constantly biting Tan, drawing blood, renewing their connection every moment he can. It is a miracle neither of them have died from blood loss.
Afterwards, Fang is pleased. He is immensely pleased. There is a level of possessiveness in the omegaverse, and Fang and Tan have it in spades about the other but a small manageable amount.
The times they sync up, well, their sheets are stained red and they are wrapped up in the peaceful bliss they found in each other.
CHAINPUN
Dynamic: Beta Chain/Omega Pun
Betas don't have heats and ruts. They are normal people with one note scents who are expected to keep the world running while disregarded in favor of their alpha and omega peers. In many ways, Chain can't keep up with the stamina and energy demanded of Pun's heats, but he is going to try.
It helps Pun is snugly and affectionate before his heat. He is like this always, affectionate towards his friends and always touching Chain. The two were married/mated before their official marriage/mateship. However, since Pun has no distinct change between his regular behavior and his heat he does this fun thing where he doesn't set time before he enters it aside to prepare for the time off. To be fair, he is around Chain ninety-nine percent of the time and when he isn't he is around his friends so he is never in danger. It gives Chain a heart attack regardless as he rushes Pun back to his nest.
Honestly, Pun's personality never really changes. At most, he comes across as slightly drunk, sometimes high, but he is safe in his nest by the time pheromones cloud his judgement. Though, the first time he spent his heat with Chain he was in stunned awe similar to the way he reacted to their first kiss. He couldn't believe Chain was there, in his nest, rather than outside his door only bringing him water and food and ensuring he take care of himself. Of course, this is before he lunges at Chain overwhelmed by desire. It is all blurred, but Chain takes care of Pun like he always does and Pun is content.
This won't be controversial, ChainPun exchange bite marks the first heat after they get together. With the way they reacted and acted, those two were the first to get married too.
MICKMATT
Dynamic: Alpha Mick/Beta Matthew (Matt)
When Mick enters his rut, he is similar to Q. Mick is completely conscious for it, which is something he emphasizes to Matt. Matt, a beta, would probably be under the impression Mick would lose his sense like it is portrayed in the media. This would reassure Matt, as misinformation would cause him to believe Mick would see a beta beside him and reject him in favor of a random omega.
I am still torn on how I imagine Mick and Matt's sex life would be, whether it would be tender or rough. Regardless to me, MickMatt are the couple who have the most fun during their sex life (not to say the others don't but MIckMatt hits different for me) so Mick's rut would be no different. They would laugh through their mistakes, and cheer through their successes.
BONUS: BEER
Dynamic: Alpha Beer
There isn't much to say about Beer since I waver on him, but I imagine he is like Q and Mick in the fact he is conscious for his rut. I imagine him as a caring lover too, but still fairly rough.
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shyvien · 1 year ago
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Here are 100 random quotes from Asmodeus!
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Sourced from the OM! Wiki, chats, devilgram, screenshots I found, etc. I made this list to help with studying to write the characters in character. (Not really proofread, sorry if there are mistakes. Also, there may be spoilers. If so, they're minor spoilers)
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“Oh, my ♡ MC, you little minx! Are you trying to show off my lovely legs to the entire Devildom?”
“But the question is whether you really mean what you say. Maybe if I reach in, pull out your heart, tear it open, and have a look inside I'd know for sure?”
“Then let's stay like this. Mm... Your neck feels soft, MC…”
“I can't believe you would actually imply I was a pervert! I only wanted to give MC something pleasant to look at.”
“Anyway MC, why don't you go ahead and take off your clothes so the two of us can enjoy a nice bath together.”
“Asmo's special cutie-pie kiss! Mwah ♡”
“But now I feel alive again, sitting in here with you drinking nice, warm cocoa.”
“Yoo-hoo, little ghosties ♡ Go on, feast your eyes upon me..!”
“Ugh, it's so dark in here! I can't take it... It's just so EXCITING!”
“You must be curious to know just how wonderful a punishment can be...”
“I'd have to say I'm most afraid of... me!”
“Since you're so adorable, I'll lock you up in my own little love jail so you'll be all mine ♡ So, don't be shy. Come here, Darling.”
“Oh, be careful around my ankles, would you? Too much pressure will ruin my perfect legs.”
“I'm hopeless at this kind of stuff since I've never lifted anything heavier than a facial massager.”
“To be honest, I was hoping to drive you mad with desire! That was my eventual goal, at least...”
“Hehe. Can't move? Aww, look how good you're being! Now, you stay just like that, okay...”
“In other words, I want you to be my plaything from now on, so I'm never bored ♡”
“Ugh, I'm so dizzy..! MC’s the only one who can save frail little Princess Asmo!”
“Oh, while we're at it why not take a video? For your exclusive viewing pleasure, of course ♡”
“I mean, I suppose I could put on a little show for you...but it won't be cheap.”
“..What? Are you stupid? Is your eyesight just that bad? Do those eyes of yours even work, or are they just there for decoration?”
“You want to do whatever you can to make me happy, because I'm worth it.”
“Hehe, now look what I've done. I got so excited that I pushed you down onto your back! Sorry!”
“Help, MC! There's a demon staring at me like he's gonna eat me!”
“And that means something coming from someone as ridiculously beautiful as me. I don't really say it to anyone other than you, you know?”
“I mean, I'm adorable. Doesn't it just tickle your protective instincts?”
“You're so cute. When I look at you, I can tell what's going through your head, even if you don't actually say it. That's right.”
“I'm sorry for being so beautiful that even confinement suits me! Then again, I always knew I was fated to be the captive damsel in distress...”
“Like, first I imagine a beautiful man and a beautiful woman. And then I picture us doing ALL sorts of naughty things to each other!”
“And then they had to do the walk of shame! ♡”
“Oh, you might be right! The runny makeup look can be kind of sexy!”
“I'll go ahead and watch you. Just in case you have any trouble changing clothes.”
“Hmmm? Like what? Mammon, you'd better get your mind out of the gutter ♡”
“I mean, here I am, right next to you, still wet from my bath. You really don't feel anything?”
“I guess that means I'M GOING TO HAVE TO KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU...!”
“Ugh, I'm ready to die of boredom! So, come on! Dance for me. I can't wait to see what you can do!”
“That's our sexy Solomon ♡ See, I knew you could do it if you tried!”
“Really, you're just flowers. Listen to you bragging about how beautiful you are...it's kind of embarrassing.”
“Ooh, are you trying to figure out where WE should go on a romantic getaway?! Aw, muffin! You don't need to beat around the bush for that kind of thing! You can be honest!”
“Huh? You're my little dove from earlier, aren't you? MC, was it?”
“That's probably my pheromones ♡”
“You're the best, MC! Your dazzling smile has the power to woo every demon in the Devildom ♡”
“Whaaat, you're still alive? Well that's boring...”
“But first, I want you to know exactly what it is that threatens to rend a delicate heart such as mine to ribbons. So be sure to pay attention, love. Nothing makes me angrier than being ignored. Truly.”
“All of the eyes are on me, I charmed all of them! Just look at me! It's a sin to be this perfect!”
“Mmmfm… gonna take everyone prisoner… mm...”
“When I first heard that we'd be shooting each other with squirt guns and getting wet, I found the whole thing kind of stupid. But it also involved coming up with plans to drive your opponents into a corner and anticipating their moves... which I found pretty enjoyable.”
“If I were like Lord Diavolo, I could have any demon or human I wanted.”
“Aaaah, this is where I belong. Sitting on a throne!”
“Surely, tempting humans is what demons are all about?”
“And next time, you're welcome to be even bolder. I want your scent all over my clothes.”
“Oh my gosh! Even from behind, I am such a snack!”
“Ooh, I know exactly what you mean! It's like, you can't help but want to lie down together on a bed or a sofa and do all sorts of naughty things-“
“Butlers, you see...their services extend into the night, as well.”
“Aaah, I've never tried rope play before, but I think I like it ♡”
“That's a rather...traditional approach. I would've just seduced him.”
“There's just something nice about being completely overpowered and brought to submission like that, you know?!”
“Right now, I'm totally hooked on this exercise where I blow up balloons to strengthen my facial muscles. Do you wanna give it a try?”
“Filth? You should know that eroticism is a valid form of art.”
“I mean, I wrapped him in chains like you said, but l've got such soft, beautiful, tender hands. They aren't suited for such a rough job. Really, you should've known that…”
“Hehe. Lies are like accessories, hun.”
“But, I'd sure feel better if you came and comforted me. I mean, I'm aaaaall alone in my room right now. If you don't come over, I'll probably start crying on account of how lonely I am.”
“Let's meet in my room when the party is over. We can have our very own Valentine's Day afterparty, just the two of us ♡”
“I'm in desperate need of stimulation to my senses!”
“To think that even Mister Stiff and Serious Angel here is feeling his heart skip a beat...I love it! ♡”
“What the movie lacks is sexiness! Shall we add more revealing scenes, like me in a swimsuit?”
“...Ummm, is this some sort of joke? You look like a chicken in heat.”
“Oh, but with you it's different, MC! I only want to do your nails as an excuse to flirt ♡”
“Oh, how exciting! Better get back snug under the covers and wait for my impending arousal ♡”
“Yes, I do. I love butts!”
“It would be ideal if we were both au naturel, honestly...”
“Ahh, I feel so graceful when i'm shooting ♡”
“I left a dying message with lipstick, so you better catch the culprit!”
“Guess I'll just have to come over and shake things up for you ♪”
“See, I just knew you'd say that! Because we're obviously an extra-compatible super couple!”
“I'd love to. I'll make you look so good, you'll be drooling over yourself.”
“..No one will know if I take a single muffin, right? I'll just grab one while they're not looking. Yoink! ♡”
“Oh yeah, Satan is totally the type to start with the tongue first!”
“Look out, or I'll tear you to bits with my sharp claws!”
“Apologize? Me? I'm sorry, but I'm not quite sure why you'd want me to do that. I mean, true, I suppose an entire country was destroyed in the end, but how could I have known that would happen, hm?”
“Drastic times call for drastic measures. Step aside, boys my sexy dance is about to begin...!”
“Hehe. Trying to butter me up, are you? Tell me, what are you hoping will happen when you succeed?”
“I'm the life of the party. The eye candy, the one who makes everyone else feel better. I need to work hard, too...for the sake of my brothers!”
“Now, now, I may not be as quick to anger as the Lord of Fools, but still. If you don't do what I say, I might have to punish you…”
“By the way, your costume was really cute, MC. Just thinking about it makes my heart go pitter-patter!”
“And now I'm a demon. Which means I could charm any sorcerer, no matter how evil! I'll have him dancing in the palm of my hand!”
“Oh Solomon, THANK YOU! You're so amazing I think I'm going to swoon! I love you..!”
“A scolding? Ooh, I wouldn't mind being scolded by you, sweetie ♡”
“FYI: It's super obvious what's running through your dirty little mind right now, Mammon…”
“Brother dearest ♡ I'm sooooo thirsty! Could you get me some blood, please and thanks? ♡”
“My charm is the greatest weapon of all! I'll steal your hearts right where you stand ♡”
“Ooh, MC, are you on Devilgram and Fab Snap? Because we totally need to friend each other!”
“I mean, I suppose I could put on a little show for you… but it won't be cheap, you know? Also, I charge extra for pictures and touching.”
“Nuh-uh. I'll be the one to win that right! Prepare to be slain in style, everyone ♡”
“I'm actually quite exhausted. So, I was thinking you could hold me in your arms for a little while so I can recharge ♡”
“If you want to experience this exfoliating paradise with me, don't hesitate to join in ♪ You know I always have an open-door policy in effect for you, love ♡”
“If both of us are charging, there's going to be sparks”
“I need you to put some cream on my back for me ♡ Yes, a backrub and nothing more. If you, on the other hand, are looking for a happy ending, I'm more than ready, my dear ♡”
“Oh, is my little MC scared? Come cling to my bosom, darling. I'll make you feel aaaall better ♡”
“I'm actually going out soon, and this fastener is giving me so much trouble. I can't get it up by myself. It could really use a good tug ♪ I should mention that my back is extremely sensitive. The slightest touch, and...well let's just say it will be hard to hold back. So sorry if I get you too excited ♡”
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Number 100 is my favourite, literally makes me blush
I will be doing a part 2 for Asmo, he is just so chaotic and lovely!
𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉
𝒮𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ༝༚༝༚
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xylerray · 2 years ago
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Reasons why you got into an argument + how it goes and how it ends
Game: Genahin impact
Characters shown: Ayato, Childe, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Aether, Venti
Genre: Probably Angst but also comfort ig?
Authors note: nope I am definitely not writing this at 2 a.m. in the goddamn morning and making my eyesight worse than it already is. This is rushed with no structure or anything at all! Sorry for grammar or gender mistakes!
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Ayato:
Listen I love Ayato but when it’s coming to arguments and he can use his knowledge he‘s a bitch
Reasons could be because he‘s so caught up in work, that you guys don’t spent enough time together or that he’s just so stressed he doesn’t even knows what he says. Also that your just caring a lot for him and he is not taking care of himself enough. Or that you are out so much meeting up with other people than tending to go to him.
At first it’s just like „Ayato please“ n shit but then someone says smth like „don’t be so annoying“ and then the rage is going on
It‘ll be loud very loud and a lots of „WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO ME LIKE THAT“
Thoma and Ayaka hear it and are always worried
You will just run outside slamming the fire behind you closed
After some hours you meet each other in a room
At first you just look at each other
One of you starts to apologise
You Botha say your sorry‘s
Then you start over and try to make your past mistakes better
Childe:
Reasons could be that he‘s really careless and that he always comes home bruised
He says you are only overreacting
Thats the line that makes you go furious
You scream as you try to explain that you just want to be a good and caring partner
Childe doesn’t let that go by and also starts to scream that he didn’t want Someone always being all over him
You then said angrily that he could’ve said it but you just worry about him so much
You storm out angry with tears in the eyes
After hours you start to feel bad
You want to go out and apologise
But as soon child sees you, he puts his hand on your waist, the other on your throat and pushes you against the wall and kisses you
After a long lasting kiss he hugs you and starts to apologise and says that he just should’ve told you that he doesn’t want that always
You also apologise that you started screaming and shouldn’t have done that
In the end you just laugh about it and eat something
Scaramouche/Wanderer:
Reasons could be that he just went to far with calling you names
Instead of really arguing you just ignore him a whole day which is enough to drive him crazy
He then just screams at you when he sees you next time and when he realises that you are crying he stops IMMEDIATELY
He somehow try’s to get an apology out but it’s too late and you rich out of the room
He apologises with making food to you and get the stuff you really like
In the end you cuddle and he gets an apology out and you forgive him
Aether:
Reasons could be that you never really have quality time and he always brings other people around
The argument also wouldn’t be an argument as well
You just go outside somewhere without letting him know
You know it drives him crazy
So when you come back he is already super angry and starts screaming at you
„WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN YOU CAN’T JUST GO OUT LIKE THAT WITHOUT TELLING ME WHO IS GOING TO PROTECT YOU“
You start screaming back and say that he never even spends time with you so why should he care about you savers
(Paimon already rushed into another room)
Your argument lasted an hour
In the end you try to calm down and say your sorrys probably not rlly meant at first
You both went separated ways and after some hours it went smooth again and it was forgotten
Venti:
Reasons are that he is always drunk, that he is flirting with other people and that you sometimes just throw his bottles away
He noticed that something was off is when he looked at you but you looked sour
That’s when he asked what’s wrong
You tell him
Instead of screaming at each other you both sit down and try to talk things over
You start with what you don’t like about is drinking
Then he says what he does not like about your behaviour
When both of you get louder you take your both hands to calm down
You try to find a compromise
And when you did, you cook together to make things up as an apology for the things you both do
Thanks for reading! Like said this is made at 2 a.m. and without structure and rushed ‘n shit so I’m sorry for any mistakes! Good night/ day/ evening/ morning!
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bitwynn · 2 years ago
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Cast away by the world with you
A SAGAU Impostor AU Songfic.
Song used: Castaways from The Backyardigans
This song has been stuck in my head for the past three days and I've just been brainrotting abt this song and my current main team-- which honestly is just a team composed of my favorite characters and has no synergy with each other in fights WHATSOEVER but fuck meta, lemme wander the world as my faves AHAHA
I might add on to this and turn it into a series, as it hints at past events. Hm... a songfic sagau series... fun concept isnt it?
Blue for Barbara, Yellow/Gold for Zhongli, Green for Wanderer, red for Diluc, Italics is Reader/General, Combined is Everyone. Colors only used for singing parts.
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After the disaster that was earlier-- AKA risking Heizou's vision and life by holing up in his home and detective agency, Raiden ordering daily raids on any and every building, practically leaving Heizou to the wolves as you and the team ran for your lives out of Inazuma City, finding out the hard way that Raiden had once again disabled Teleport Waypoints (you still felt embarrassed by the full chested "WHAT THE FUCK" that alerted every single treasure hoarder, fatui agent, and nobushi in the area), booking it the second Diluc let out his burst which while eliminated everyone in the surrounding area ALERTED EVERYONE ELSE TO WHERE YOU ALL WERE, panic screaming directions and profanities the entire time you were hauled over Zhongli's shoulder with Wanderer dealing with enemies in the rear and Diluc and Barbara vaporizing everyone at the front, barely making it to Amakane Island and completely missing the Electroculus you needed for 5 minutes thanks to sheer panic, and finally FINALLY being able to access the Waverider Wavepoint and pointedly ignoring Wanderer's panicky jabs at your eyesight the entire time-- you and the gang were exhausted.
Last night was spent by everyone catching their breath and you sailing your tiny Waverider the entire time. Though everyone did have their own different definitions of "catching their breaths" as Wanderer just panic-snarked at you the entire time and Diluc looked like he was heavily considering his personal policy on drinking alcohol because of it. Good times.
You had sailed for days, deftly avoiding the large main islands of Inazuma and raiding hilichurl sea camps for food and materials. The memory of Wanderer laughing his ass off at everyone looking like "drowned rats" because they had to swim to the camps, and getting promptly shut up by Barbara using her Vision to drench him was something you'd never want to forget.
And now, you had finally reached it. A safe little island far and away from the main five islands of Inazuma, and relatively close to the abandoned and forgotten Tsurumi Island. You had plans to maybe try and stay there, considering the fact that its a ghost island at this point. Wanderer and Zhongli had even theorized that the Waypoints there might work, with the mystery and magic that practically oozes from the place. And if not, they could maybe try to use the vast underground systems and ancient knowledge there. Apparently Zhongli still remembered the hours of agony you spent there as him, trying to complete its many lore filled quests,
But now wasn't the time for scheming and planning your next moves. Not the time for wondering what to do and how to stay alive. Not for risking life and limb for merely just existing. Now was the time to simply just rest. To rest and lick your wounds, to recover energy spent and the blood and sweat spilled. To have your deepest thought to be that of what to eat for dinner.
Right now, Barbara was tending to the Wanderer's wounds as Zhongli continued to tend to his bamboo shoot soup that he'd been simmering all day. Diluc had been talking to Zhongli about Venti, and Barbara had gone red with embarrassment when she admitted how she and the other nuns had treated him. Which prompted Wanderer to tease her to hell and back for it saying, "the most devout of them all didn't even realize he was her god?! AHAHAHA, you even have a giant and ACCURATE replica of him outside your church! And you never thought to put the dots together? AHAHAHAHA--"
It was nice.
With the moon high in the sky and bellies full of warm and excruciatingly slow cooked bamboo shoot soup, your tiny little camp fell into a comfortable silence. There was nothing but the breeze, the gentle rustling of the leaves, the crackling of your small fire, and the lapping of the ocean waves.
This too, was nice.
You pull out your lyre and began to strum a simple little tune. Everyone's gaze turns to you as you take a few moments to get it right. You feel yourself begin to sway to the song as your mind fills in the silence of the missing instruments, and you get lost in the beat.
"Castaways, we are castaways,"
You feel yourself break into a smile as you start shimmying to the beat.
"Ahoy there, ahoy, we are castaways."
Barbara giggles and she begins to clap. Wanderer snorts in fond amusement as everyone listens.
You hand the lyre over to Diluc as you stand. Everyones eyes are on you, rapt with attention as Barbara keeps clapping and Diluc quickly finds the melody. You climb atop your tiny boat stage as the next words leave your lips.
"We're stuck where we are, with no house, no car.
Castaways, ahoy, we are castaways."
"We were out at sea, on a sailing ship,"
You sway and move your arms, almost but not exactly dancing, as you gesture out the lyrics. You quickly wet your hands and with a little splash at your little audience, you keep on singing.
"The rain began to rain, and the wind began to whip-- oh hey--!"
You laugh as Wanderer indeed made the wind start to whip. "Thats for getting me in the eyes." The smile is evident in his voice. You chuckle at him as you dramatically lean against the boat, continuing with your song.
You finally jump off your makeshift stage to join the others on the soft beach sand, dancing your one-man salsa to the strumming of the lyre and the clapping of the beat. Though you certainly aren't dancing alone.
"We felt the ship tip, it was going down.
So we launched our lifeboat, so we wouldn't drown!"
"Castaways, we are castaways,"
Your face brightens into a wide smile, as Barbara joins into the song. You pull her to her feet with a laugh, your lone salsa not so lonely anymore. Everyone sways and claps to the beat, as you keep singing.
"Ahoy there, ahoy, we are castaways!"
You let go of her hands, letting her copy your movements and preparing for the last few parts of the song.
"On an island at sea,"
Though her singing of the lyrics were a little rushed from the sudden lyric change, you still appreciate it, giving her a smile. You abruptly stop moving, a cheeky little smile on your face.
"Just--"
You quickly point to Barbara standing beside you. She startles with a squeak but quickly understands, once she sees your cheeky face.
"Me,"
You point down the line, the chorus of their voices filling the sea air. Little smiles appear on their faces as it goes down.
"Me,"
"Me,"
Your finger lands on Wanderer, smiles on both your faces. You keep pointing as he stays silent. He raises an eyebrow. "Seriously?" "Yeah, song won't end til you say it." He stays silent for a moment longer, before finally letting you win.
"...Me,"
You burst into smile, pointing your thumb at yourself as you finally finish the song.
"--and me!"
"Castaways, ahoy, we are castaways.!"
With a smile and a flourish, you bow as everyone erupts into cheer and applause. "Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all night!" Diluc hands you back your lyre. "That was a nice song. I really liked it." Your smile turns sheepish as you poof it back into your inventory. "Oh, its nothing-- the vibes, they were just-- y'know?"
As he settles back down onto his log, he says "Still, it was nice." You sit back down on your own log, throwing in a couple twigs to the fire Diluc restarted.
A soft smile graces your face as you poke at the few sticks that made up the fire. "Thanks, you guys. For uhm. Joining in."
You pull your knees to your chest to hide your quickly heating face. "I... really appreciated it..."
Barbara puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Oh, no worries! I had fun!" "I have to agree," Zhongli says with a pleased little hum. "It was quite a pleasant way to spend the time." "It's not the best music I've ever heard but it was certainly better than just sitting here and twiddling our thumbs."
"Oh my gosh," you gasp, dramatically turning your head to him. "did I just get a compliment from THE Wanderer himself?! For real?!?!?" "Ah!-- Tsk." He turns away, adjusting the brim of his hat. "I just tell it as it is, got a problem with that?" "Awh, my little emotionally constipated boy!"
You immediately smother him in a hug, practically pouncing from your seat as you had perfectly anticipated the fact he'd run. "H-Hey! Put me down!" He's like an angry little cat in your arms as he hisses and scratches at you to put him down. "Oh, don't you worry Wanderer, we love and appreciate you too-- AHHHH--"
You started screaming as he ascended into the air, carrying you along with him. And that was how the rest of the evening went-- just a strange group of misfits messing around on a tiny deserted island. The sounds of your mirth heard only by nothing but the breeze, the gentle rustling of the leaves, the crackling of your small fire, and the lapping of the ocean waves. Maybe far into the future, an echoing conch would sing an otherworldly tune by a voice not of this plane.
And maybe, for just these few moments, you can pretend that your little ragtag group is just that-- a ragtag group of friends enjoying a wonderful night on the beach.
For but a few moments, Barbara Pegg-- once deaconess and endlessly devout, now the "brainwashed betrayer"-- is just Barbara, a girl who loves to sing.
Zhongli-- once god, once funeral consultant, once god once again, now "the one who falls endlessly from grace"-- is just Zhongli, an aged man who makes a mean soup despite it taking hours to simmer.
Diluc Ragnvindr-- once the "Uncrowned King of Mondstadt" and master of its wine industry, now the "new Lawrences - the tyrant aristocrat"-- is just Diluc, a stoic and handsome young man whose hands are deft with the lyre.
The Wanderer-- once God-Puppet, once Balladeer, once struck from the annals of history itself, now the "nameless wind fiend"-- is just that, a Wanderer roaming the world with his fellows.
And you-- once person, once player, now "divine deceiver"-- is yourself once again, laughing and singing along with friends.
And even if this beautiful little lie lasted for but a few moments...
It was nice.
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damn, its been a while since ive written something semi-seriously. hope that my time off hasnt degraded the quality of my writing too much. if it has then eh-- i can just sharpen them again by writing some more :))
life hit me h a r d boi. also time management. yeah. rlly need to fix that.
hope you enjoy :)))
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isara0408 · 9 months ago
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Another science club AU cuz why not lol
Roommates!ScienceClub AU
The five are attending a university (not Akademi) to continue their studies while also working in their fields.
They all live in a house with five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a huge kitchen, and a big living room. It is close to their school campus, which is a good thing. It also does have a huge laboratory underground.
They all pay rent. They divide the rent and bring the money together once they all have it.
They have robots that clean their house instead of themselves. They're busy with their jobs and homework from their university.
Yaku is the peacemaker in the house. The one to stop fights when they start between the others.
Yaku is the cook, lol. He makes the food for all of them to eat. He even goes grocery shopping by himself or brings one of the members with him. (Mostly Meka, or Horo, or both.)
The five have days where they hang out together at home or out in the streets. It's a day of relaxation.
Whenever they go out, they go to the bar to enjoy themselves. The one who ends up drunk is Horo. The one who is most sober is probably Kaga. He knows the damage alcohol can make in someone's body, so he wouldn't want to drink. Oh, and Yaku, too.
Whenever Yaku does cook food ( breakfast, lunch, and dinner), each of the members eats differently. For example:
Yaku eats it normally like any other person but never eats junk food unless there's nothing else to eat and the only option.
Meka only eats foods that come from animes, or foods are sponsored by animes (This is canon, I believe). She enjoys the food (unless she has a project due then, she'll eat it quick)
Homu eats it quickly. She doesn't care. She wants food that can eat quickly so she can move on with her day. (I imagine her shoving the food in her mouth, but like neatly )
Horo enjoys his time with food. (Unless there's a project due) but overall, he does enjoy the food Yaku makes.
Kaga doesn't really eat much because of his eating disorder (Headcanon). They all know that Kaga has an eating disorder, and his interest in eating is non-existent. Yaku makes small portions of foods for Kaga to eat, knowing that he'll most likely going to leave it on the table. Either that, or Yaku makes a smoothie for Kaga to drink that has enough protein and nutrients for him. Whenever Yaku makes him food, Kaga stares at it as if it was poisoned or with irritation since he doesn't feel like eating it.
Whenever one of them gets sick, the other four take care of the sick one. (And Kaga mostly tries to make a cure and test it, but they always stop him).
Yaku and Horo share a lot of gay moments with each other. Yaku always flirts with Horo for fun even though Horo smacks him in response. However, when Horo is drunk, it's a different response. 👀 ( I might do a one short on this)
Their love lives are uh, there lol. Yaku has a lot of crushes but never enters a relationship, Horo has a lot of admirers, Meka has a few boys who have crushes on her, and Homu is not interested in romance at the moment. Kaga is too eccentric for anyone to handle him unless they are willing to take the challenge. (He doesn't know Megami or met her before until later in the year)
Yaku always wears his visor. No matter where he is. He wears them unless he's sleeping or showering. He doesn't have good eyesight and doesn't express emotions very well, so he has his visor to help him with that. The four always get weirded seeing Yaku without his visor.
Homu was able to build the robot that is the replica of her twin, but she has her in her room.
Meka has a few posters in her room of her favorite mega animes, while Yaku has a few posters and figurines of the animes he's interested in. They talk a lot about anime.
Kaga is the most positive person in the team. When he's down or negative in any way, the four know something is wrong.
Considering that they are roommates, they are already used to each other. They like a small family. They have each other's backs. If one of them gets hurt by another person, they will give the cold shoulder or try to hurt them in return. (Not physically. They can't fight). However, they will use a robot to do it.
Each of them dresses up differently, and they know what clothes belong to who. It's easy for them.
Each year on the day Homu's sister died, the five go to her grave and decorate it. It's a way to make Homu spend time with her sister and the gang and make her feel better. :3
They all come together and study even if they have different interests. It's a way to spend time together.
Whenever they wake up, Kaga is the one with the most energy. No one really knows where he gets all of his energy from for the day and when he's fatigued too.
There are times when Kaga collapsed because he didn't eat enough food, or sleep for a period of time, or even both. He was taken to the hospital multiple times to get checked. Horo is the one to carry him to the hospital.
In the laboratory, they all share it, but they have their own section to focus on their interest.
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g4ll0wd4nc3r · 1 year ago
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school of the viper headcanons
these are not edited and probably not canon compliant but fuck it we ball
they can’t regulate their internal temperature as well as other witchers, so they have to soak up warmth from somewhere else. you’ll often see vipers curled up as close to their campfires as possible when traveling or taking a nap on a nice warm rock.
gorthur gvaed is filled with era-equivalent space heaters
an older viper some centuries back developed hand warmers. it’s a necessity when traveling.
vipers aren’t outwardly affectionate to each other. you’ll know if one trusts you if they offer to make your potions or food (i like you enough to not poison you) or if they turn their back to you
on the rare occasion that they are more affectionate, they will huddle for warmth or wrap around one another. they may also rub their heads/cheeks together, but not often.
on the whole, vipers are loyal and protective of one another, but have difficulty showing it. vipers on the path tend to avoid one another
building immunity to toxins started as soon as you were recruited. trainees (read; children) would be required to drink poison and identify toxic plants, often running the risk of getting severely ill or dying. older witchers were instructed to slip poison onto food or drinks too
you learned pretty quickly to either smell out whatever was on your food or be tough enough to ride it out
vipers will never eat food they haven’t seen prepared. they go hungry more often than not.
vipers who can get away with it conceal their status as a witcher. a lot of people have crossed paths with one and never known
someone made a hc that vipers will wear other schools’ medallions before an assassination and i love that
vipers are smaller than wolves or bears but more built than cats
the cats and vipers are sister schools. they hate each other and need each other. it’s very strange to see. toxic yuri
cats and vipers are known to trade or buy things off one another, with vipers being able to make quality potions and cats being able to procure harder to find ingredients. they also had similar training so on the rare occasion they work together, they mesh really well
however they will most likely attack one another when out in the wild — cats and vipers both take human jobs, and cats especially are known for poaching jobs that vipers may be interested in
a relatively new practice is “getting your teeth”. after a hard hunt, vipers will have a procedure to get retractable fangs in their mouth. they can load poisons and tear through pretty much anything at the cost of being extremely close combat. vipers without fangs are sometimes called “nibbles”.
maybe also split tongues. is that too quirky
best eyesight among all witchers, which makes it even funnier that vipers keep going blind/get eye trauma
like cats but opposite — their mutagens dulled their emotions to an extreme, so young vipers tend to be extremely blunt and rude. older vipers have learned to fake their emotions to “normal” levels, but will drop the mask as soon as they can
expect your viper to be extremely to the point. they expect the same of you. good luck!
cold and mean and weird about affection BUT. but. after ivar and the old guard died people started adopting animals that were left on the base of the mountains / on the path back for winter
gorthur gvaed is filled with animals that are so so loved and spoiled. it’s atonement for the animals that were killed during training and healing for the vipers that are left
vipers can usually whip up their potions and elixirs while on the road, but much prefer the fully outfitted alchemy labs at gorthur gvaed and *will* complain. loudly.
its not winter unless someone explodes something while experimenting
if an experiment goes particularly wrong it’s not unusual to see a viper face down on the floor. floor time. it’s like a reward
all vipers are fucking nerds. they have an extensive library (added on to after ivar’s death) and many of them learn additional skills (languages, math, other sciences, even music) when out on the path.
most horses don’t like vipers
that tweet that’s like i’m probably nonbinary but i have a job so i can’t worry abt that rn. yeah thats the whole school
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edgessunflower · 1 year ago
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Cake kisses
Pairing: Naomi x Fem reader x Jimmy Uso
Description: While eating ice cream cake for your birthday, you're given a surprise by your two friends after they tell you their feelings for you
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You smile at all the texts, tagged posts from your friends, calls and visits from your family for the day thanking them for the gifts. It was your birthday and so far it was really good, you get a text from your friend Naomi that she and her husband would be coming to your house not only to give you a few gifts and cake but also to have dinner with you warming your heart and how much they cared for you always staying with you for dinner on your birthday and holidays after all of you spend time with your families, you hug your baby sister and mom watching them leave until you couldn't see her car anymore going back in and opening all your gifts changing into the yellow dress your friend got you from the mall and watching tv as you wait for Jimmy and naomi smiling big when you see them walk in sharing hugs with the two before all of you are in the kitchen putting the cake in the freezer and eating the takeout Japanese they got "Guys you didn't have to i could have cooked". They both shake their heads "Na ah today is about you sweet girl" you melt at the pet name always feeling your heart flutter at the names they call you making you fall for both of them even more than when you fell for them separately, all three of you wrestled together but for the past month you've been out with a back and knee injury after a match against Alexa Bliss feeling frustrated about being injured only three months before Wrestlemania especially with two bad injuries that took a good amount of time each to heal fully, after eating dinner and having small sips of wine in between jokes you open the gifts they brought you smiling at the necklace jimmy got for you and the pink rose covered dress naomi got for you quickly changing in the other room making their minds short circuit when they see you along with naomi squeezing her legs together and jimmy choking on the rest of the wine he was drinking "Damn girly look at you" you blush slightly as you bring the ice cream cake to the table along with plates and a knife. The three of you joke while eating with music playing calmly over the speaker on the counter noticing the two looking at you. "What? Why are you both staring at me?" you follow their eyesight down your body seeing them both smile when you raise your head back up feeling a bit vulnerable by their stares until naomi lightly smears cake on your mouth all of you bursting into laughter at the childlike action until she leaned forward kissing you and licking the cake off leaving you wide eyed and bright red "You'll burn up if you don't cool down" you still feel your nerves quiver as you take a deep breath that immediately disappears when jimmy licks the corner of your mouth and kisses you deeply leaving you like jelly in your chair "Happy birthday boo" you slowly smile with a blush across your face as you all sit on the couch sharing soda after the wine and water with your head in naomi's lap and legs in across jimmy's lap while no words were spoken out loud about the feelings between the three of you, the intimate and sweet actions of caresses and kisses spoke louder as the rest of the night is spent watching movies on the couch until you fall asleep having your clothes changed by the two before being tangled between the two in your bed after they fall asleep holding you and each other.
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bug3y3ddd · 2 months ago
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Chapter 2
( Denny’s )
୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆ ୧ 🍓
Lola’s POV
Houses, buildings, and scenery, I've always seen now going past my eyes in a second.
The train is cold, but her hand holding mine is warm. I don't know if I'll come to regret this decision but I have a feeling I won't.
I never really thought that I would leave my home. Yet here I am, on a train, with one backpack that has my ID, social security, a 2 dollar bill, half eaten bag of turbos, my phone, earbuds, and a lighter. With a girl I just met.
I text my dad saying that i'll be living with my friend from now. Not that he would care, I don't have a bad relationship with my dad, it's just we don't have a relationship at all to say if it's good or bad.
My older siblings have their lives now with their own family so they won't care. It's just me and this girl now. For how long? I don't know.
I turn to the girl and see that she's fallen asleep, her head on my shoulder. I watch as her chest rises up and down and paired with the silence of the train puts me to sleep.
I wake up to someone moving me gently. Her face clouds my eyesight, it's dark outside, and I hear the commotion of people getting up and leaving. I check my phone and see that it's 2 am.
I grab my stuff and follow her, we push our way through the crowd, she grabs my hand and starts running. Where? I don't know, but I hope it isn't far because I hate running.
We ended up at a dennys.
Two hot chocolates.
Chocolate chip pancakes
Fries
We eat and drink in silence. She takes a big sip of her hot chocolates and stuffs a big forkful of pancakes in her mouth.
She stares at me while she chews. She takes a big gulp.
" What's your name? Mines Lucia, not Lu see ya but Lu chee ya. "
" Lola. "
Silence falls again.
" Um i'm sorry if you felt pressured to come with me. I mean you don't even know me. I'm sorry I dragged you with me. I just felt like I had to take you with me. "
" It's fine. I felt like I had to go with you too. "
We both give a small but sincere smile at each other.
" So what do we do from here? " I ask.
" Im actually from here, I was just visiting. " She says
" So why don't you live with me. " Lucia says.
" ok. "
Silence, but not an awkward silence.
" It's weird because I had the worst day yesterday but when I saw you and was with you, I'd had forgotten why I was even sad. " Lucia says.
" What happened that made you want to run away? " I ask.
"  I was born ugly. "
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Treasures in Heaven (Matthew 13:44-46)
19 “Do not lay up stores of wealth for yourselves on earth, where the moth and wear-and-tear destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. 20 But amass wealth for yourselves in Heaven, where neither the moth nor wear-and-tear destroys, and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21 For where your wealth is, there also will your heart be.
The Lamp of the Body (Luke 11:33-36)
22 "The eye is the lamp of the body. If then your eyesight is good, your whole body will be well lighted; 23 but if your eyesight is bad, your whole body will be dark. If however the very light within you is darkness, how dense must the darkness be!
24 "No man can be the bondservant of two masters; for either he will dislike one and like the other, or he will attach himself to one and think slightingly of the other. You cannot be the bondservants both of God and of gold.
Do Not Worry (Luke 12:22-34)
25 For this reason I charge you not to be over-anxious about your lives, inquiring what you are to eat or what you are to drink, nor yet about your bodies, inquiring what clothes you are to put on. Is not the life more precious than its food, and the body than its clothing? 26 Look at the birds which fly in the air: they do not sow or reap or store up in barns, but your Heavenly Father feeds them: are not you of much greater value than they? 27 Which of you by being over-anxious can add a single foot to his height? 28 And why be anxious about clothing? Learn a lesson from the wild lilies. Watch their growth. They neither toil nor spin, 29 and yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his magnificence could array himself like one of these. 30 And if God so clothes the wild herbage which to-day flourishes and to-morrow is thrown into the oven, is it not much more certain that He will clothe you, you men of little faith? 31 Do not be over-anxious, therefore, asking ‘What shall we eat?’ or 'What shall we drink?’ or 'What shall we wear?’ 32 For all these are questions that Gentiles are always asking; but your Heavenly Father knows that you need these things—all of them. 33 But make His Kingdom and righteousness your chief aim, and then these things shall all be given you in addition.
34 Do not be over-anxious, therefore, about to-morrow, for to-morrow will bring its own cares. Enough for each day are its own troubles. — Matthew 6:19-34 | Weymouth New Testament (WNT) The Weymouth New Testament is in the public domain. Cross References: Exodus 22:2; 1 Kings 3:13; 1 Kings 10:4; 1 Kings 18:21; 2 Kings 17:41; 2 Chronicles 9:4; Job 24:16; Job 35:11; Job 38:41; Psalm 39:5; Psalm 90:6; Psalm 111:5; Psalm 112:3; Isaiah 5:20; Jeremiah 45:5; Hosea 14:5; Matthew 5:15; Matthew 8:26; Matthew 10:19; Matthew 20:15; Mark 7:22; Mark 10:21; Luke 10:41; Luke 12:11; Luke 12:22; Luke 12:33-34; Philippians 4:6; Philippians 4:19; 1 Peter 5:7
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lousycamper · 1 year ago
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There Will Be (Were) Giants
Chapter 1. The Marksman?
He doesn't remember.
His yellow eyes narrow, while he aims his trusty rifle. He shoots something – what? – and gets to the next thing. Works alongside some...one – who? – who has enough raw power to snap him in two like a toothpick and leave a trail of frost and corpses in their wake. He remembers nothing else, except of a feeling of morbid fascination and sounds of gunshots echoing all around.
He doesn't remember, and, as far as he concerned, he can't. Each time he starts asking himself these questions, it leaves him with nothing but a head-splitting migraines. So he stops, untill the pain goes away. It gnaws and eats at him, that he can't recall anything at all beyond those snippets. He tries his best to ignore this feeling of irrational guilt. It's hard, because there's not much to keep his mind occupied.
He wanders around the seemingly broken world with nearly nothing on his person, except for a slightly torn wide-brimmed hat, a fairly tattered but still wearable poncho, a slightly singed set of clothes, and a very familiar, despite being partially splintered, weapon. It actually hurts to see this familiar rifle in his hands damaged so badly, that it renders it nearly completely useless. It actually causes something inside of him to twist and cause pain. It's just... He probably could shoot it fairly well, but he isn't really sure that he can fix it.
He survives off what he can get when he can get it. Berries, roots... Sometimes, when he's particularly lucky, it's meat of some twisted creature, caught in a makeshift trap. He sleeps when he can find shelter, usually below trees or in caverns. He drinks from streams, boiling water when he can. This is how he learns, that his survivalist skills aren't nonexistent, although they are nothing spectacular.
He bandages three of five his eyes as well as he can, with bandages made out of torn off parts of his clothes. The ugly wound that mars a better half of his face begins to scab, becoming a scar. Somehow, his strange luck makes it so he didn't lose his eyes. He's endlessly thankful for that, because his eyesight is mostly the thing that saves him these days. The realm he's inside of has no shortages of various beasts or disasters to throw his way. Even though with two eyes he can see fairly well too, it's the other three that help him really pick out details on further distances and see much better in the dark. His face wound still heals, forcing him to bandage himself, but he still can see through the gaps in between wraps, always staying vigilant.
If he spots danger, he runs away, because there is simply no way for him to take on any one of encountered monstrosities in a fight. He doesn't stay in one place for long either. Not that he has any particular destination in mind, but camps attract attention, and he wants none of that. He feels like there's enough of it concentrated at him already, from all the creatures here. All the eyes... He's got trouble sleeping, and that's an understatement. Maybe that's why he has these migraines and hallucinations...
Sometimes it's a pipsqueak of some sort, in clothes with tears from claws and teeth, staring at him with his only good eye. Sometimes it's a hulking giant figure, partially covered in beaten and worn metal armor. Another one looks like a kid with spidery legs made of spiky vines and treeroots, sprouting all kinds of leaves and mushrooms as something that looks like a hooded cloak. The fourth is actually fancy, with his clothes looking akin to a rich pirate captain, but this one slowly crumbles into dust before his eyes. And the last one, the only woman among them, even though tough and brutish, looks like she had something searing-hot explode her into pieces, and then was sewn back together. Whoever did that, wanted it to hurt as much as possible, because the stitches were ugly and very much poorly-done. She wore a hat, made of a head of a wild boar, and both she and the dead hog looked at him. Thinking of them made his head hurt again.
Even more disturbing was that he had the same stitches as that woman. Gruesome, visible and stretching along all of his body. He couldn't help, but see some sort of connection between them, despite her being his hallucination and making his migraines spike.
That's the reason for his reaction to actually seeing another someone, not something, alive... Is both disbelief and relief. The fact that he can see them with his limited vision is so relieving, that his knees nearly buckle. Nearly. He regains his composure, a bit suspicious yet, while making his way to the... Man? He shouts at them, using his trusty gun as a prop to hold himself upright – he feels worn after long hours of trekking through the torn-apart world. He waves his hand at the person and can't help but smile. It's gonna be alright. He found somebody!
He is met with a look of shock and bewilderment on other man's vaguely familiar angled redish face, partially hidden under the wide-brimmed hat. Two yellow eyes look at him with a mix of interest and disbelief. The instrument in his hands, something that looks like a guitar, but isn't a guitar, lays forgotten, as a man stands from his place at the encampment, his dark clothed sillhouette a stark contrast on the unkept background of the surrounding world.
— Marksman?.. Is that you?
He stops himself, now only a few paces from the man. His throat hurts, because shouting after who-knows-how-long of not speaking to anyone would do that to you, of course. So, he opts to instead tilt his head quizzically, while looking at the known-unknown musician.
Is he? Isn't he? Who is this Marksman?
(Look me up on ao3, there might be more stuff you'd like)
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callsign-magnolia · 2 years ago
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Imperial // Ch. 3
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MATURE CONTENT (18+)
Synopsis: Tatiana Alexeyevna discovered she was a princess when she was seventeen, a young age for a girl to receive such shocking news. She's done well at learning how to be a royal, and after meeting Bradley she considers that she really could find true love while taking the throne.
Warning: Angst, cursing, smut (eventual)
Word Count: 6.1k
Chapter 2 | Masterlist
It felt like an eternity, waiting and waiting. But finally, Thursday was here. I was excited and nervous the entire day. It’s one thing to show up at the bar and see him, but to know this is an actual date! My heart seems to beat harder and harder against my chest as the day goes on! But finally, I was showered, my hair was in curls, my makeup was light, and I was dressed in a navy dress. It had queen Anne style sleeves with a sweetheart neckline and ended just below my knees. I slid on some silver heels before looking at myself in the mirror. I found everything wrong I could. My neck lace wouldn’t sit right, my sleeves kept shifting and a few pieces of my hair was standing up.
“You look beautiful, your majesty.” I turned to find Marcus standing in the doorway. “Do you think it too much? I feel a little overdressed.” He shook his head. “I think you will knock him off his feet.” I nodded, grabbing my clutch. “You will drive to the restaurant, we will follow. We will always sit within your eyesight. You know the sign if you need help, correct?” I nodded. “Shift my clutch from my right to my left.” He nodded. There were many ways I could alert security, but this was the most subtle. They know I would never carry my clutch in my left hand, I’m right hand dominant and it feels right that way. “Ready?” I nodded and Marcus led me outside, making sure I got in my car before he got in the SUV behind me. I was shaking the entire way, my nerves eating at me and I almost turned around. I don’t know why I was nervous, maybe because this was the first real date I’m going on. At twenty-five I’ve never had a real boyfriend; it bothers me quite often but I have to remind myself that my life is not normal.
My whole life I figured I’d grow up, get a job, work, date, find love. But when I was seventeen, my grandmother showed up. Telling me I was a princess; I fell into the role immediately. My mother was of nobility, and I was raised in a very proper household. So, becoming a princess wasn’t hard. Letting go of past dreams was. I wanted to be a pediatric nurse, and while I did take some anatomy and medical classes I still had to have my degree in diplomacy. I also gave up my dreams of love. It’s hard to find love as a princess and future queen. That’s why so many royal marriages are arranged, love matches are so very rare, even in these days. Even more rare when you are in line for a throne. My mind drifted and by the time I arrived at White Ibiscus, I was confused as to how I made it there alive. But I stepped out, walking inside.
“Your majesty.” Emily, the hostess bowed like she usually did when I arrived. “Oop, no, no. The guy I’m here with doesn’t know I’m royalty.” Her jaw dropped in shock. “So, no bowing for the night, no royal titles, just Tatiana.” She nodded, leading me to one of the private booths. The curtains were open to show the round booth and Bradley was already sitting there. “Hi.” He said, standing as I walked over. I took notice of how he was dressed. All black, black slacks, black shirt with a simple gold chain around his neck. I smiled at him as his hands rested on my arms, kissing my cheek. “Hi.” I whispered before we sat down. “You’re early.” I said and he nodded. “Something the Navy instilled in me. There’s no such thing as on time. You’re either early or late.” I giggled as our waiter came over. “What can I get you to drink?” We both ordered our drinks before turning back to each other. “So, I must ask. Why did you ask me on a date?” He chuckled, resting his arms on the table as he grinned at me. “Well at first it was because of how gorgeous you are. Then we got to talking and you were so smart and compassionate and you seemed to have this love for people and life. You seemed like such a genuine person.”
A blush grew on my cheeks at his words. “So, why did you say yes?” I giggled, sipping on the wine the waiter brought. “Well it was a little of the same. You caught my eye immediately, or maybe it was the bright Hawaiian shirt you had on.” I teased, remembering the palm leaves sticking out amongst the crowd of tan. He chuckled at my words. “That’s my usual fashion.” I smiled at him. “But you came up and you were so kind. Something about you just swept me away and… no one has ever done that for me before.” He smiled at me. “Swept you away, huh?” I nodded, smirking at him from behind my wine glass. “You did. Especially with that car ride.” He smiled at me, leaning on the table again. “You liked that?” I nodded. “Well, I guess if we get a second date, that may have to be it.”
Before I knew it, we ordered and our food came, and so did the question that made me choke. “So tell me about your parents.” I choked on my rice, taking a sip of my water to. “My apologies, you just caught me off guard.” He shook his head. “No, I’m sorry for asking that.” I held my hand up. “No, it’s okay to ask.” Finally I caught my breath and sat back. “My mom is from Krasivayet Gurachu. She comes from a long line of nobility. My maternal grandparents are Duke and Duchess of Chevostok. But they don’t speak to my mother.” He raised a brow. “Why not?” I pursed my lips. “They’re mad mama left the country. Calling her all kinds of vulgar names and cutting her off from everything.” He shook his head. “Mom thought she could make a better life for me here, and I think she did a great job at it.” He smiled at me, taking a bite of his steak. “And your dad?” I gave him a small smile. “He passed when I was seventeen. I never met him.” He gave me a sad smile. “I’m sorry, I feel bad for asking now.”
“No, no! I’ve dealt with it. It still hurts on occasion, but I can talk about it.” He nodded. “My dad passed when I was two.” I gave him a tight-lipped smile. He brought up a painful memory because he thought he could relate to me. “I’m so sorry, Bradley.” He smiled and shook his head. “I grew up in Virginia, mom and I flew out to see him while he was stationed on North Island. We showed up and within three days he was gone. Training accident gone wrong.” I reached across the table, grabbing his hand gently. “My dad was a RIO or a back seater, and Maverick, my godfather, was his pilot. They were doing a training exercise when another jet crossed in front of them and Maverick got caught in his jet wash. They spun out and when they ejected, my dad hit the canopy of the jet. It broke his neck on the way out and he was dead before he even hit the water.” I gripped his hand a little tighter, giving him a teary smile. “Bradley, I don’t know how to express my condolences.” I really didn’t. This was a moment in his life that set a course for him, I could tell in the way he spoke.
“It’s okay, Tatiana. Really. My mom did a wonderful job of raising me.” I smiled at him. “She really did. She raised a perfect gentleman; I’d love to meet her one day.” He smiled at me, shaking his head again. “I wish you could, but she died of cancer seventeen years ago.” My face fell, but he just looked at me with joy in his eyes. “I’m sorry. You just told me some heartbreaking things and you have a smile on your face, why?” He chuckled, taking another bite of his food before looking at me again. “It’s not often I feel comfortable sharing these things with other people. Especially ones I don’t know that well. But you make it so easy. I knew I could tell you, and I would feel good doing it.” My hand flew to my heart, holding it at his words. “You are so sweet.” He chuckled. “I love sharing pieces of them with other people. Talking about them makes me feel closer to them.” I smiled. “Well, thank you for sharing them with me.”
“So, now I must ask. I noticed a heavy military presence in the area, is North Island the biggest naval base?” He shook his head. “No, North Island is big, but Norfolk is the biggest.” I nodded. “But, they don’t call Miramar Fightertown U.S.A for no reason.” I raised my brows. “Fightertown? I’ve never heard it been called that before.” He smiled at me. “North Island is home to the United States Navy Strike Fighter Tactics Instructor Program. But we all call it Top Gun. Only the top one percent of navy pilots get invited to attend.” My eyebrows shot up to my hair line. “And you’re in the top one percent?” He nodded. “You’re looking at the best of the best!” I was ecstatic to learn this. Aviation has always fascinated me, so to know he was one of the best in the world blew my mind. “Could you show me one day?” He nodded. “You can’t get in the jet, but I could show you around.” I grinned at him. “That alone would be amazing! Just to see one of those jets take off! Wow!” He grinned at me, sharing in my excitement as we finished our food.
Dinner was a hit, we had a wonderful time and after he walked me out to my car, where we stood in the same position as we did the last time we met. “Where have you been all my life?” He asked, making me giggle. “Right here, in San Diego.” He chuckled. “Can I convince you to go on another date with me?” I nodded. “I’d love to go on another date with you, Bradley.” Soon, his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close as his hands splayed across my back. I had never been held like this, and I was worried that he would feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest. My hands rested on his chest, returning the smile he gave me. “Can I kiss you this time?” He asked and I giggled. “No.” He smiled but groaned, resting his forehead on mine. “I want to take this slow, Bradley. I don’t want to rush anything.” He nodded, smiling at me. “We’ll go at whatever pace you want, Sweetheart.”
We stood there like that for a few minutes before we decided it was time to part. “I’ll see you for our second date?” I asked and he nodded. “Of course.” He said before leaning down and kissing my cheek. “Goodnight, Tatiana.” I grinned, as he opened my door, letting me get in the driver’s seat before closing it. He waited for me to leave, not getting in his own vehicle till I started down the road. That was… amazing, he was amazing. I didn’t want to tear myself away from him, something was pulling me to him, and I didn’t intend on stopping it.
There was a second date, and a third, and a fourth and so on. I made time for him in my busy schedule. I told him that I loved simple dates, just us, no one else. It wasn’t a lie, I love one on one with him. We went on plenty of drives, had plenty of dates on a secluded beach, which was my favorite. “Bradley! Put me down!” And he did, in the cold pacific. I stood, rushing him and putting him under before making a break for the shore. “It’s February!” I yelled as he came out of the icy water. “I was good to just sit here and tan with you.” Not that he tanned. The man applied so much sunscreen that I had to get it out of his hair. “Oh, but it was fun.” I shook my head as he came over, gently grabbing my waist. “It was not. Now I’m shivering!” It was a warm day for San Diego in February, an odd eighty degrees and laying in the sun was plenty to dry off and warm up. “Oh, I’ll get you warm.” He said before nuzzling his nose to mine. “Come on, you need more sunscreen.” I said and he whined. That was the date we had our first kiss. It was four weeks in and we were laying on the blanket together, just talking about our lives and laughing when he suddenly stopped, looking down at me from his propped up position with a grin.
His reached his hand out, brushing some stray hairs that had fallen out of my ponytail, away from my face. His large hand cradled my face as I grinned at him. “Can I kiss you?” I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth, nodding. “Yeah.” I whispered and he grinned, leaning down till his lips brushed mine. He stopped just short of a kiss, as if giving me the option to back out. But I didn’t want to, so I leaned up ever so slightly, closing the minuscule gap between us. His lips were slightly chapped, but still felt soft against mine. He held my face as I ran my hand along his arm, resting on his shoulder gently before he pulled away. Our chest were heaving as we pulled away, his forehead resting on mine. “I have been dying to do that.” He muttered before kissing me again. “I’m not going to lie, me too.” He chuckled before kissing me again.
We did simple picnics where we would just lay on the blanket when we were done, we took plenty of drives in the Bronco and I even let him drive the Maserati once. He said he preferred his car, which I can’t blame him, I do too. We went on like this for twelve blissful weeks, three months of pure joy, just us being together. But the guilt was eating at me. These three months I have kept him away from the Chateau, always meeting him and never letting him pick me up. We never went on super public dates, keeping it as personal as ever. But he deserved to know the truth and while I’ve never actually lied to him, I haven’t been completely honest either. I was thinking about this in between meetings when my phone rang. “Hello?” I asked as I leaned back in my office chair. “Hi, baby.” I could’ve squealed at the name. He makes my so giddy.
“Hi, my love.” I replied, looking out the large window behind me. “Could you come over for dinner on Friday night? Maybe even stay?” I froze. We did dinner at his house one time, but I’ve never stayed overnight. I inhaled deeply, still staring out the window. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know you said take things slow, but I just hate when you leave. I wish you never had to.” I bit my bottom lip at his words. “Okay. I’ll stay.” I heard some rustling on the other end and figured he was cheering to himself. “Oh, baby. You just made my day. So, I’ll see you on Friday?” The doors swung open and Sophie came in, rolling her hand, telling me to wrap it up. “Of course. I have another meeting so I will speak to you later.” I said as I stood from my seat. “Bye baby.” “Bye my love.” With that I hung up, following Sophie.
I had asked Marcus if I could stay overnight with Bradley. It was a no, of course, but I pleaded with him. I had decided that tonight I would tell him the full truth, who I was and what that meant. That was my deal with Marcus, I could go but this was the only time it could happen. I wish I could have a normal relationship with him, and these past twelve weeks have been amazing, but he had to know now. So, I packed a bag and climbed into the Maserati, driving to his house. I had been here before, for dinner one time, but Bradley always made our dates special and planned intricate yet private dates for us. My heart pounded in my chest as I pulled into his driveway. This was a new step in our relationship, and I had never been alone with him for this long, but I trusted him wholeheartedly and knew he would never hurt me. So, I finally worked up the courage to get out of the car, my heel clicking on the concrete as I stood tall.
Before I could reach in for my bag, Bradley swung his front door open, stepping out of the quaint bungalow to come meet me. “Hey, baby.” He said as he gathered me in his arms, kissing me softly. “Hi, my love.” I replied as he went around, pulling my bag from the passenger seat. “Come on, dinner is almost ready.” He said as he held out his hand for me. I took it, allowing him to lead me inside where the smell of chicken hit me. “Oh wow, Bradley this smells amazing. What is it?” I asked as I hung my purse on a hook by his front door. “Marry me chicken. My mom loved it.” My smile almost split my face in two at his words. I loved when he shared bits of his parents with me, giving me little insights to his childhood. He rushed into the kitchen as I stepped into the living room, spotting the picture he took from our picnic date. He set up his phone as we sat side by side on the small blanket. I tucked my legs under me and leaned into his side as he held me close.
“Aw, you had it framed!” He poked his head out, seeing what I was talking about and smiled. “Oh yeah! I have one for you around here too.” I grinned, knowing exactly where it was going. It was going to sit on the corner of my desk, right next to the pictures of my mom and grandmother. After that I wandered into the kitchen, seeing him standing over the stove, kitchen towel tossed over his shoulder. He looked absolutely delectable in his blue button up, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, wranglers on his waist. I folded my hands behind my back, slowly walking over, wrapping my arms around his midsection and resting my head on the back of his shoulder. “They should call it marry me, Rooster.” He laughed loudly; his head thrown back as he did. “That one was funny, baby!” I grinned, standing on my toes and kissing the back of his neck. I loved making him laugh, it was so deep and made my heart flutter.
Soon dinner was ready, and we sat down next to each other to eat. “So, I asked you here for a reason.” I furrowed my brows, slowly setting my wine glass back on the table. I furrowed my brows in confusion, worried about what he was going to say. Did he find out who I was? Is he breaking up with me? He grabbed my hand, his thumb brushing over the top of my hand. “I got orders.” Oh. Oh! I let out a shaky breath, taking his hand in both of mine. “Wh-when do you leave?” I asked, a few tears threatening to flow down my face. “Next week.” My face fell at his words. “How long will you be gone?” I knew he could be gone for months, and there was the chance he’d never come back. “Five months.” I bit my lip, sighing as my head hung. “Hey, baby, no.” He gently held my chin, lifting my face to look at him. “What if you don’t come home?” I had to know. I had to know the answer.
“Come here.” I got up and he pulled me over, having me sit in his lap. One arm wrapped around my waist, the other pulling my legs close. My arm went around his shoulders as he looked into my eyes. “I will fight my hardest to come home to you. You are one of the most important people in my life and I will do everything in my power to come back to you.” I wiped the tears from my cheeks, sniffling slightly. “But I want you to have this.” He said as he grabbed a felt box from the other side of the table. How did I not notice that? He opened it and I gasped. In the box sat a small gold chain with single pearl on the end.
“Oh, Bradley.” I said as I gently took the box from him. “It was my mom’s. It was gift from my dad for her first mother’s day. It’s my birthstone and I want you to have it.” I looked to him with watery eyes, running my fingers along the chain. “It’s so beautiful, Bradley. Thank you. I’ll-I’ll cherish this forever.” I said as I leaned down and kissed him gently. “Here, let me put it one you.” He took it from the box, and I turned, letting him slip it on my neck and clasp it. I looked down, running my hand over it. “Oh, God Bradley it’s so beautiful. Thank you.” I said as I turned and kissed him. “Anything for my best girl.” I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped me as he dipped me and kissed my lips again.
After that we finished dinner and I changed into some pajama pants and one of his shirts before we curled up in his bed for a movie. His arm was wrapped around my shoulder as mine was around his torso. We sat watching Forrest gump, a movie I had never seen before and about halfway through I spoke up. “Love?” After what he told me, I knew I couldn’t let this secret be a secret anymore. He had to know, he deserved to know. “Hm?” He asked, looking down at me as his hand ran through my hair. “I need to tell you something.” He hummed, kissing my head before I looked up at him. “Is it about my deployment?” I pursed my lips, turning so I could rest my chin on his chest. “Not directly.” He gave me a small smile. “Can it wait till tomorrow morning? I’ll make us some chocolate chip pancakes and we can talk about it then.” I sighed, one more night of bliss couldn’t hurt, could it? “Okay. We’ll talk about it in the morning.” He smiled, kissing me before holding me even closer. I nuzzled my face in his neck as he sunk down in the bed and it didn’t take long before we fell asleep.
A loud noise woke me up, the light from the television was blinding and I buried my face in Bradley’s chest again. A loud banging made us jump up and look at the open bedroom door. Bradley immediately got out of bed in only a pair of shorts, and he grabbed a gun from his bedside table. “Bradley!” I whispered, reaching out for his hand. He turned to me, squeezing my hand. “Stay here.” He turned away and I pulled him back. “Bradley! I-“ “I will come back for you. Just stay here, lock the bedroom door and call 911.” He kissed my forehead before ripping away and rushing downstairs. Tears streaked my face in fear, my hands shaking as I leaped up, shutting the door and locking it like he told me to.
I fumbled with my phone before I heard the familiar voice. “I know she is here! Princess!” I gasped, rushing out of the door. “You’re not going anywhere near her!” As I came down the stairs I saw Bradley with his gun pointed at Marcus. “NO!” I screamed, jumping between them. As I did, Bradley lowered the gun and moved me behind him. “Bradley, you don’t understand!” He never looked to me, watching Marcus as two more guards moved in, armed. I furrowed my brows in confusion, I was always followed my armed security. But never this many, and never with anything more than handguns, these guards had rifles.
“Princess. We must go, now.” Marcus said, looking between Bradley and I. “What happened?” I asked, taking Bradley hand to help keep him calm. “An air raid has struck the west side of the country, and an attempt has been made on your grandmother’s life.” Immediate tears sprung to my eyes and my chest heaved, fear crushing my ribcage and preventing me from breathing properly. “Wh-what?” I stuttered. “She was shot in the chest while in the palace gardens. We’ve been instructed to move your security from level one to level three.” I squeezed Bradley’s hand as I tried to calm my breathing. “And the entire village of Dmivostok has been decimated. We do not have an injury or death total yet.” A sob escaped my lips before I inhaled deeply. “Okay, okay let me grab my bag. My purse is by the door.” I said as I turned, rushing up the stairs, Bradley and one guard behind me. “What the hell is going on?” Bradley asked.
“I should’ve told you from the beginning. This is what I wanted to talk to you about in the morning.” I said as I gathered my phone and charger from the bedside table. “I am Tatiana Alexeyevna, Crown Princess of Krasivayet Gurachu.” I said as I looked up at him. His face was as solid and set as stone. No hint of emotion anywhere, even his eyes. “You lied to me.” I shook my head rapidly, more tears flowing. “No, no! I never lied to you! Everything I told you was the truth, I just didn’t tell you I was a princess!” If anything, his face became harder, turning and grabbing my bag, tossing my heels in before tossing it at me. I managed to catch it just as the guard stepped forward. “James. It’s fine.” Bradley beelined down the stairs and I followed close behind. “Bradley! Bradley, please! Can you give me a minute to explain?” He never stopped, rushing past Marcus and grabbing my purse. He held it out to me as he opened the front door. “I don’t think you have a minute.” More tears flowed at his words as I sobbed. “No, Bradley please! I can explain!” He shook his head, nodding me out the door. “I think you should leave.”
“Bradley-“ “Leave!” I stared at him in shock. I’ve never seen this side of him. My Bradley was always so sweet and kind. “Come on, your majesty. We must go.” Marcus said, his hand resting gently on my shoulder as he led me outside. So I did, I stepped onto the cool concrete, barefoot and still in his shirt as I was guided to an SUV. A guard would drive my car home as I sat in the back. A guard took my bag as I turned back. Bradley caught my eye before slamming the door shut, the loud bang making me jump. Marcus helped me in the car before getting in the passenger seat, and it was all I could do to lay in the seat and cry.
I sobbed as my heart broke clean in two, curling into the fetal position in the seat. I’ve lost part of my country, possibly my grandmother and the one man who I could’ve loved. About halfway home I sat up, Marcus turning to give me a small smile. “Take me home.” He nodded. “We’ll be home in about ten minutes.” I shook my head. “No, take me home. Back to Krasivayet Gurachu.” He shook his head. “We’ve been instructed-“ “I don’t care what your instructions are. I want to go home, and I want to see my grandmother.” I needed to see for myself if she was okay. But I also couldn’t stand to be in California if Bradley was. I needed distance, I needed to be reminded that my place here was temporary and that my true home would always be my safe haven.
“Your grandmother is in surgery.” I nodded. “She should be out by the time we get there. Ready the plane.” He sighed and I knew I had won the argument. We arrived at the Chateau where Maria helped me change before quickly packing a bag of her own as she would be going with us, and soon we were off to the private airfield. Once we arrived, I stood outside, phone in hand. I paced, smacking the phone against my hand as guards watched me and my surroundings closely. Finally, I worked up the courage and I dialed Bradley’s number. It rang once before I was sent to voicemail, telling me he was awake.
“Bradley. You must know that I was going to tell you. I never wanted to hurt you or keep this from you. You made it so easy for me to be normal. Something I haven’t had in years, and I just wanted to stay with you in blissful ignorance.” I choked on a sob, stopping as the wind blew. “You are the most important person to me too. No matter what happens between us, I think you’ll always have a piece of my heart. Even if my mistake means it’s over for us, I hope you’ll keep that piece. Because you made such an impact on my life, I’ll always carry you with me, Bradley. You changed my life in so many amazing ways and I just want you to know-“ *Beep* I let out an angry yell at the beep, telling me that was as long as my voicemail could be.
“There, there your majesty.” Maria said, pulling my head onto her shoulder as I cried. “The plane is ready. Why don’t we get you on board and into the bedroom where you can get some sleep. You’ll need your strength for when we land.” I nodded, grabbing Maria’s hand. “Thank you, Maria.” She nodded, leading me up the stairs and into the plane. I sat in a seat and buckled up, having to be buckled for takeoff. I leaned my head on the headrest, staring blankly out the window as we took off. Once we were in the sky I turned to Marcus. “Any update?” He shook his head. “None on your grandmother or the state of the village.” I nodded, standing.
“I’m going to get some sleep. Wake me as soon as we get an update or before we land. You get some rest as well. Heavens know we have a long few days ahead of us.” I slipped into the small bedroom reserved for me, reaching into my bag and pulling Bradley’s t-shirt out. The one I was wearing when he kicked me out of his house an hour ago. I slid it on and crawled into the bed, burying my face in the pillow. The shirt smelled strongly of him and his cologne, causing tears to fall from my eyes again. Why? Why couldn’t I have told him on our first date? He would’ve known and could’ve made his choice then. But now, because of my mistake, I lay here, in a bed, thirty-three thousand feet in the air, crying my eyes out for a man who doesn’t want me anymore.
After almost twelve hours I was awoken for Maria to help me get ready. I slipped Bradley’s shirt back in my bag as Maria put me in a black dress, the color of mourning, for my people and my grandmother, and unbeknownst to anyone else, my relationship. My hair was in an updo, and my makeup was simple with waterproof mascara. I stepped off plane and was escorted to another black, bulletproof SUV. I watched the royal city fly by, until we started up the hill to the palace. Every time I came to Krasivayet Gurachu, it was like coming home, the country called to me and it was a warm feeling that filled my body whenever I came. Soon we stopped at the front doors and I took a deep breath. “Announcing the arrival of her royal highness, Princess Tatiana.” Fanfare played all around me as I stepped out, immediately being flanked by royal guards as I was escorted inside. Once inside it’s like everyone let out the breaths they had been holding.
Charlotte, my grandmother’s secretary quickly walked up, giving a deep curtsy. “Your majesty.” I smiled as she stood. “Charlotte. How is she?” She smiled. “In stable condition and awake. She does not know you are here.” I nodded, looking around the grand foyer. “May I see her?” She nodded, motioning me to slip by her. “She would be delighted to see you.” I smiled, walking past her, Maria at my side until we spotted her mother, Olga. “Go.” I whispered and she did, breaking away and rushing into her mother’s arms. “How did her surgery go?” Charlotte looked at the clipboard in her hands as we walked towards the palace infirmary. “Very well. Doctor removed the bullet and managed to close the artery it hit.” I nodded, keeping the tears at bay. It took awhile to get there but soon I stood outside her room in the infirmary. I took a deep breath before swinging the doors open, seemingly catching her off guard as she stared at me, wide eyed with a laptop in her lap, her long silver hair falling in waves around her. I gave her a deep curtsy before standing, folding my hands in front of me.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” She attempted to get up, but I rushed over, keeping her in the bed. “I had to see you myself. I had to know you were okay.” She sighed, sitting back in bed, wincing slightly. “You could’ve been shot down flying here. We don’t know what state the west side of the country is in; we can’t walk outside without risking our necks. I think you are safer in San Diego.” I shook my head, sitting on the side of her bed. “You have been shot. You are fifty-four years old.” She rolled her eyes at the mention of her age. “It will take you longer to recover than it would me. This country needs a leader, now more than ever. We have we don’t know how many people dead or injured. We need to start reunification efforts, as well as planning our next move because it is likely that this will happen again and at even more catastrophic levels. I want to stay here, to help my people, to make sure you get better.” She sighed, sitting there quietly before nodding. “Who would help you? Even I need help.”
I grabbed her hand, holding it tightly in between mine. “I have Charlotte and your entire team, and it’s not like I couldn’t come to you and ask for guidance. You’re just bedridden for now.” She sighed but nodded. “Okay. You are officially our new commander in chief until I get back on my feet.” I gave her a small smile, kissing her cheek. “Something else is bothering you.” I shook my head, fighting back tears. “Compared to all this, it’s not important.” She smiled at me. “I’m asking you as your grandmother, not queen.” I took in a shaky breath, as she rested her hand on my cheek. “Your heart is broken.” She whispered and I nuzzled into her hand as I sobbed.
“I messed up.” She tsked, pulling me into her as she rocked side to side. “There, there, my love. Tell Babushka what troubles you.” I wailed as she held me, her perfume comforting me as my mind flashed to how angry Bradley was. Soon I explained everything to her once I calmed down. “I was trying to protect him. I was enjoying my time with him, more than I ever have with any other man.” She nodded. “If he loves you, he will come back to you. My darling dear, love will always find it’s way back to us.” With that, I rested my head on her shoulder again, being ever so careful not to hurt her as I recounted some of my favorite memories with Bradley to her.
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lesbianslvt666 · 2 years ago
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Ellie Williams x f!reader
tw: mentions of alcohol, weed, cigars, bars, idk what else
pd: I was listening to lorde when i wrote this lol (not proof read)
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I usually do come to bars quiet often.
After the first day we met I thought of her almost every night, she promised I wouldn't see her again, though I pretend to not hear that part.
It was the day after my birthday, a few of my college friends and I wanted to hang out free of the dreadful week that we survived, the air was specially cold that night so I took my favourite leather jacket with me.
she was already there when we enter, by her side, her best friend was flirting with a guy, we exchanged a few glances for some time, my friend Jesse pushing me to approach her, she smiled when I spoke
"hello beautiful"
"I thought you were never going to come"
"I guess I am a bit shy"
"do I make you shy?" moving her hair back with her hand, making it obvious she was joking, unintentionally, a chuckle scaped my lips
"your next drink is on me, choose it wisely" I looked at her eyes, but her plump shiny lips where calling me so loudly
"too much pressure for a drink" propping herself straight in her stool "I guess I'll go with a classic appletini"
"an appletini? Really? The fruitiest drink of them all?"
"what do you mean? Is a fun spin on a cult classic" she said with a comically fake offended expression
"two apple martinis please" I told the bartender, a tall guy with lots of tattoos, he was eying my friend Jesse very hard, up and down, "dude, don’t eat him up like that" she said after following my eyesight "my bad" the bartender said with a small chuckle "two apple martinis"
"I guess my friend Jesse draws attention to himself" I said jokingly while we took both our martinis 
"your friend huh? Are you near as good at twerking as he is?" she said while slightly laughing at the weird moves he was pulling on Dina my roommate, his girlfriend
"not even in my wildest dreams" we laugh, her hand reached mine to put our martinis on the bar table near us
"well, Ms wild dreams, what is your name?" she ask in my ear while getting off her stool
"Ellie Williams"
"wanna dance Williams?" she said with those big siren eyes.
The song was some sort of EDM song mashups
She was moving her body against mine, I was trying so hard not to touch every inch of her, I saw her getting frustrated with the second, "don’t mind if you touch me" she said in my ear
"smoke brake?" I asked, she grabbed my hand dragging me through the ocean of burning bodies dancing against each other.
The city air hit my face as soon as we stepped out of the place,  a few cars here and there would pass by and few people were out smoking too, the faint sound of the music could be heard from afar, the atmosphere was surprisingly sort of relaxing.
"you never told me your name"
"Y/n"a slight smile planted her lips, fitting really, her name somehow made sense
She took out a small tin box, "mj or cigs?" she said without looking at me, "mj is better" "absolutely correct" she opened the tin box, a small pack of rolling paper, some filters, a tic-tac box fill with weed, I chuckled,  a glass pipe with the shape of a cigarette, a pen cap, and a cleaner was seen on the box. "give me your hands" she said while grabbing my hands, I extended them slightly on front of me, she used me like a table, filling her pipe and pressing the weed with the cap "fuck I forgot my lighter" she said closing the box and saving It in her bag.
I took out my lighter and put the pipe in between her lips, didn’t miss the chance to touch her bottom lip with my fingers, she looked deep into my eyes, I lit up the weed and she drag the thick smoke while looking hard into my hands, so she was into that huh?
"I love your tattoos" she said after a few drags
"I have more in other places"
"underneath that pretty jacket of yours?"
"would you like to see them?" and up until that point I realized we were inches apart
"wanna go to my place? "she said looking at me, her eyes were starting to gloss up, my mouth started to feel dry
"I feel like my feet are sand" she laughed, I couldn’t stop laughing either
"mine too"
We actually never went to her house taht night.
Did you actually liked this lol??
I feel like I am shit at writing first interactions lmao
I actually have a pt two for this and possibly a pt 3 :>
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therainbowtea · 2 years ago
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Bite sized headcanons because I want to
-Jon is short as shit, yet Elias is shorter then him
-Melanie is also short and probably the same height as Jon
-Jon and Melanie are always trying to one-up each other
-Jon can't bowl for shit and Martin has to help him everytime
-Martin makes his tea with cream and sugar and Jon's with a tiny bit of sugar
-Tim wears contacts and has only once had to wear glasses to work (it surprised everyone)
-Michael and Helen are roommates and nothing can change that
-There's a TV and Wii in the archives that Tim brought
-After Sasha got replaced, all the plants in the archive died due to Not-Sasha not watering them
-Tim was the tallest of the archive team before Basira showed up
-Martin is shit at baking but Jon still enjoys it due to him having no taste buds
-On that topic, Jon will eat about anything and has very little taste buds
-Martin is the only one in the team who owns a car and is always the one who has to go out for stuff because of it
-Elias has a heart locket with Peter's face in it that he always wears (yes even when they're divorced)
-Elias makes the team do 'team exercises' a lot and they always end poorly
-Before everything happened, Jon had the worse eyesight out of everyone on the team
-Martin is the only one of the group who doesn't drink (only like once or twice a year he will)
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