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ldrfanatic · 5 days

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Slytherin Boys as 1989 Songs

+ bonus! the slytherin boys as romance tropes

I decided to shake this one up a bit and do all happy love songs

here's 1989 (tv ofc); which taylor swift album should i do next?

(mattheo riddle, draco malfoy, theo nott, lorenzo berkshire)

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mattheo riddle as I Know Places

best lyric(s) - "let them say what they want we won't here it" + "love's a fragile little flame it could burn out" + "just grab my hand and don't ever drop it"

trope - enemies to lovers :)

mattheo w a crush - in love, mattheo is somewhere in the middle between being sappy and just straight up insulting you. not like calling you ugly or anything but like "damn i didn't know it was possible to mess up such an easy spell" like kind of teasing. he's one of those guys that will be mean at first and then be like playfully mean and then finally, will start being nice to you but only sometimes. he just thinks you're adorable when you're angry.

mattheo as a boyfriend - now as a boyfriend, mattheo still teases the hell out of you but god forbid literally anyone else does bc he'll kill them. like actually. also the pair of you go through a little bit of a rough patch during the war and he keeps telling you that you have to stay way from him but secretly, he's really happy that you never actually listen to him because he doesn't know what he would do without you. he just kind of ignores all the whispers and hogwarts becomes your guys' like safe little happy love bubble.

draco malfoy as Out of the Woods

best lyric(s) - "the rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color" + "when you started crying baby i did too, when the sun came up i was looking at you" + "I walked out I said 'i'm setting you free' but the monsters turned out to be just trees"

trope - everyone can see it except for you

draco w a crush - I think draco would be the kind of guy that actively avoided his crush. like if you were sitting in the very front of transfigurations, he was sitting in the absolute furthers corner in the back. If you were going on the hogsmeade trip, he was begging his friends would leave him to simmer in his affections for you. he's just so nervous and so certain you'll dislike him that he'd rather not talk to you at all. when he finally does work up the courage, he's extremely happy and like eternally grateful that you'd give him a chance.

draco as a boyfriend - i do think though that draco is not always the best at communicating just because he always wants everything to be so perfect and he doesn't want there to be anything that he says that could make you resent him so he'd rather not say anything at all. obv, this doesn't work out well for him cause like... communicating w you is so essential. y'all get into arguments fairly regularly but you always end up making up because he's always just creating those demons in his head and it's almost never that serious.

theodore nott as Suburban Legends

best lyric(s) - "you were so magnetic it was almost obnoxious" + "when you hold me, it holds me together and you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever" + "you'd be more than a chapter in my old diaries with the pages ripped out"

trope - hopeless romantic

theo w a crush - I think with a crush theo would be the kind of guy that just simps like a mf. like you need someone to carry your books, he's there, why would you even try to carry them yourself? just let him take care of it. or like, when you're not feeling well and you might need to spend a few days in the hospital wing, while you're sleeping theo sneaks in and leaves the notes for the classes you missed as well as your favorite sweets and flowers. (one time when michael corner made you cry, he beat the snot out of him and then the next day left this huge teddy bear outside your door with the note "y/n, that douchebag sucks. -tn")

theo as a boyfriend - theo's simp nature carries over when he's a bf so he's super freaking caring. he does literally everything for you. he'll brush your hair when you get out of the shower if you ask. or if you're like me and you have like thicker ethnic hair, he'll ask you to show him how to do your hair so that he can do it for you. he's also one of those guys that's like casually dominant. like hand on your lower back in a crowd, opening your doors, reaching up and grabbing things from the top shelf for you. naturally protective in the sense of like he always wants to sleep closest to the door in case something happens and like is also always making sure you eat and get enough water.

lorenzo berkshire as "Slut!"

lyric(s) - "and if i'm gonna be drunk, i might as well be drunk in love" + "and i break down then he's pulling me in. in a world of boys he's a gentleman" + "got love struck went straight to my head"

trope - friends to lovers

enzo w a crush - enzo is the kind of guy who's not afraid to be in love. he actually loves it. he loves having someone to compliment and shower in gifts and win over. where mattheo would tease you, draco would avoid you, and theo would lose himself in you, enzo is the guy who would bring you inexplicable joy and make sure you knew that it was him that was bringing you joy. not to say that he wouldn't do sweet gestures and such but he's the sort of guy that will make you his best friend and then make you fall in love with him.

enzo as a boyfriend - because of this, you and enzo are like those like childhood friends turned lovers type of thing. he just knows you so well and the love between you two comes so easily. he makes it his personal mission to make you smile at least once a day. as your boyfriend, he's just really playful. things like pillow fights and tickle fights. he's also that boyfriend that will do all those little stupid tiktok trends with you but like really energetically and not just like half-assed bc if it's gonna make you smile, he's going all in.

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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"The lesson of history is that no one learns" Steven Erickson

Did I want to read this on my class avoiding all my work? No

Did I do it anyway? Yes :)

Oh, and also!! I'm finally reading Lets Make Love Together!!! I wanted to read this fic since forever!! And now it can help me cope with the angst of tlnd!!! Also its so fucking funny and cute. Alec is the most relatable character EVER

Anyway, I have exams all this week and I'm stressing out, besides the fact that my mother is angry at me for the supidest of reasons and that is also really stressing soo much.. tlnd is what keeps me going😎😂

MAGNUS JUST WANTS TO BE HELD HONEY!!

I will fight his nighmares with my bare hands and a knife🙂🔪

“Tell me a secret you’ve never told anyone.” this went from 100 to 10000 really quick...

PLEASE. TALK. TO. HIM. DARLING :) although the Peru thing is still funny af

I bet Magnus is feeling guilty for keeping this from Magnus while Alec doesn't hide and I am feels🥺🥺

So that is were the tours are from...

Ok, I got kinda lost in the explanation, but good for you Alec!!! Cant believe I'm learning of politics through a malec fic omg kshdjdns

AND HE DID PASS THE BILL I LOVE HIM!!! 💙

I'm crying bc he did got to have a husband and kids and the mansion but at the end it didnt went well😭😭

“Your secret is sad,” Magnus says quietly.

Alec shrugs his shoulders. “I think most secrets are.” THIS HITS OK?!?!

"He wants to be Magnus’ Alexander more than he wants to the governor."....I got you some news bro...

LESLIE IS THE MVP HERE OK?? 😎😎

What does Robert want now????

"The time when Alec had chosen Magnus over the world." OUCH

"He has always been the one to say difficult things out loud. He doesn’t know how else to live." I mean he is the one that asked for the divorce so it makes sense...

I love that Max doesn't drink and Rafe does bc it would fele like its otherwise BUT NO!!

I relate to Max bc I am, also, a slut for affection :)

He loves as much as possible - and then he loves you some more.💙💙💙💙

BRO HE FUCKED IT UP ASKING IF THEY CAN STILL BE FRIENDS. I get where you are coming from.. BUT DUDE 🙂

He wants you to stay you idiot but he won't bc that ship has sailed

Isnt it funny how the same word that made Alec realize he wanted to be himself and gave him freedom is the one that makes him fall apart?? I'm laughing I swear 😭😭

He likes routines. They are predictable and dependable – much like himself. RAFAEL IS A MOOD

I'M SO IN LOVE WHITH ROSEWOOD AND I WILL REPETA THAT UNTIL MY DEATH 💙💙💙

Honestly I have a kind of similar rutine....

Alec and his texts omg😂

“Treat your skin like you would treat a newborn baby,” Bapak had told him over breakfast one day.

“So,” Max had said. “Ignore it?” ACURRATE

I don’t like her face😒 I mean I do... BUT NOT LIKE THAT JDHDJNDKS

Why are yall angry at him look at this boy he is precious and deserves a break!!!!!

There are not many places where he feels that way. In control. He is in control everywhere and all the time, of course. Otherwise, he’ll go crazy. CAN HE STOP BEING SO RELATABLE???

Rafael is not like that. It’s not easy for him to socialize. It’s not easy for him to find places where he is comfortable. Me too bro... Me too...

I think "It’s fine. It’s whatever." and "He can deal with this." at two of the most common things he says and I am not ok!!!

HOW DARE SHE???

You gotta love Rafael and his short, straight answers💙

"It’s people who love us who can hurt us the most.” jdhdjdjd this hit where is hurts!!!

"Max is not good at that. Rafael is the one who is good at playing parts." literally the way you wrote them is so painfully accurate and deep omg😍

"Don’t let things simmer." This is all I'm doing right now, sorry Rafe but I'm different 😎 jk, jk

DONT WE ALL LOVE COMUNICATION IN A RELATIONSHIP?? BECAUS I SURE AS HELL DO

“We need to find a new place together. The four of us. Whoever we are now, we need to work with that. We can’t go back, dad.” THIS>>>>>>>

YES THEY BOTH NEED TO CHANGE AND GROW FOR THEM TO BE ABLE TO START AGAIN

*sigh* you gotta love these idiots💙💙💙

I MADE IT TO YOUR ASKBOX AND I'M SO PROUD JSHDKHDJD ANYWAY I HAVE TO GO BACK TO CLASS SO BYEEE!! 💚

that quote is so deep oml. also yay for getting into my ask box 💙💙

I hope this week goes by quickly for you. Exams are stressful and not good for the skin!!!

LMLT is a comfort fic so I hope it brings you comfort.

Take care, love 💚

#tlnd

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rustys-lodge · 4 years

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can u maybe pls do one where their sister gets like heartbroken after finally letting herself fall in love with someone and she’s just like really sad and the boys just comfort her 🥺

bc this situation is me right now and i just need some fluff 🥺 thank u 🥺🥺🥺

Warnings: None ? except for a broken heart.

You stood at the bunker door, wind and dust slapping the side of your face. i guess the weather’s as fucked up as i am today.. you thought to yourself, dropping your gaze down.

You just weren’t ready to face your brothers and pretend like nothing's happening, like everything’ fine. Today just wasn’t the day. But you had no other choice.

You drew a deep breath in, putting that big stupid smile on your face before you headed inside.

Dean and Sam were sitting at the main table, both of them had beers in their hands, something that you needed desperately at that moment.

“Hey, kiddo” Dean greeted as he watched you walk past him.

“Hey” you barely mumbled, you didn’t need to look back to feel the concerned look they both exchanged before you heard Sam stand up.

“Sammy, it’s nothing. I..I just got a bad grade” you turned around, flashing him a weak smile.

“Are yo-”

“I’m okay, I promise. I’m going to get some sleep.” You assured him, heading to your room.

Once inside, you closed the door gently, sliding down against it until you reached the floor. You brought your legs up, hugging them as you rested your face on them.

You were crushed, your heart was aching and your stomach was eating at your nerves. You had this stupid lump in your throat for hours, and it just wouldnt go the hell away.

How could I trust him ? How could I let my guards down ? How could I get myself in a situation like this ? These questions kept echoing in your mind, making it harder for you to breathe with each passing minute.

“Pumpkin ?”

you jumped up, snapping out of your thoughts. Shit..

You shook your head, as if to get your shit back together and discreetly jumped over to your bed.

you sat straight, bending your leg to make yourself look normal. “Come in” you answered.

Sam opened the door slightly, peaking through the door.

You cracked a smile that faded quickly as pain and sadness rushed back over you.

A frown creased your brother’s eyebrows, he was growing concerned.

You looked down at the covers, picking at them, not that there was anything to pick at ! but it was better than looking at Sam. You just can’t lie to him.

“I brought you cookies !” Sam solaced, placing the place gently in front of you.

“But you think cookies are unhealthy” You looked up at him, trying to change a subject that you haven’t even talked about yet.

“Well...You love them” He responded,shrugging as he sat down in front of you, mirroring your pose.

“Y/n/n, what’s...what’s wrong ?”

“We know it’s not the notes” You cock your head to the side to look past Sam to find Dean standing against the door.

Your muscles tense as you fidget with your fingers nervously, not sure whether you should tell them or not, not sure either if you could hold yourself from crying.

“Hey” Sam lays a hand on your shoulder. “You can talk to us, baby. We just want to help” He nodded, encouraging you to talk.

You fall silent as you fight back the tears. But you just couldn't hold it in anymore.

“It’s...It’s a boy” you mutter, sniffing the tears back in.

Dean’s shoulders loosened up, as if all the concern he had in him just washed away. While Sam’s hand moved up to your cheek? caressing the latter gently.

“Oh buddy…” Dean cooed, walking over to the other end of your bed, dipping it a little as he sat down. “What happened ?”

You stared down at your foot as you twiddled with your fingers, rage simmering inside you. “I let myself fall in love with him… I let him in... I trusted him and he…he fucked me over” You murmured between gritted teeth.

Your chin trembled as your eyes welled up with tears.

“Come here” Sam pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you buried your face in his shirt, suddenly bursting into sobs.Your brother stood up, pulling your waist to help you sit on your knees. You wrapped your arms around his waist, tightening your grip as the pain suddenly intensified, you felt like you just realized what position you were in, like you just processed what happened to you.

“Come on,bug...let it out” Dean rubbed your back as it was facing him, patting it occasionally.

“Listen to me” Sam pulled you away from him, holding your face in his hands. “I know it hurts,pumpkin, I know it feels like you’re never going to get over him and like the pain is never going to end. But it’s going to. I promise you that. You just have to give it time. He did not deserve you. And you deserve better. Don't let some stupid...assclown break you... Heartbreak is part of life. It’s part of being human. And you’ll get through it.”

“ And we’ll be here all the way,baby “Dean pledged.

You spun around to face him. “You promised ?”

“I promise” He nodded, scooting backward until he reached the back of the bed. “Come on” He commanded, spreading his arms out, motioning for you to come over.

You almost jumped on his chest. He breathed out heavily, causing you to suppress a laugh.

“Sorry” you apologized, resting your head on his chest.

Dean enveloped his arms around out, pulling you closer to him. “Hey”

You looked up at him.

“You’ll be fine...just give it time, alright ?” He comforted, running his fingers through your hair, his calm features hiding the anger his fiery eyes couldn’t.

“So, what should we watch ?” Sam asked, plopping down on the bed,leaving you between him and Dean

you shifted a little back towards the middle and wrapped your arms around Dean’s arm.

Sam and Dean’s voices receded as you drowned back into your thoughts.

You were still aching and hurting but at least you weren't alone.

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Hi, i hope you like it and i hope it helps you in any way. ❤❤❤❤ And seriously, just give it time. This one might’ve fucked you up but not everyone’s like that. A few months from now you’re gonna be like whaat did i actally fall in love with this motherfucker ?

Anyway, i hope you’ll be okay. ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

#dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #sister winchester!reader #Winchester brothers #winchester sister #winchester sister request #supernatural x reader

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spacemilkies · 4 years

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Ff7 request, Reno likes his girl taking some control over him when it comes to intimate things. Being dominated a little, he finds it extremely hot. Nsfw, sfw, your choice, but maybe some steamy kissing? Hair pulling, groping, idk, whatever you come up with ;)

Black Forest | Reno x Reader

‘The only thing harder than being a Turk, was loving one’

a/n: this was pretty much all mature content? but i'm not ashamed of it in the slightest. adding it to the black forest series, bc why not. thank you for the request!

When people thought of Reno, three things came to mind.

1. His love to fly

2. His love to flirt shamelessly,

3. His love to gossip freely.

It built the character of the cocky and often cynical Turk with a lazy disposition toward analytical genius.

When Reno thought of you, three different attributes came to mind, all centered around his adoration of your more assertive nature.

1#: Your love for attention.

Reno is convinced that he has a sixth sense for you, acutely aware every time you’re in proximity. It’s always been a distracting quality, whether in the heat of battle or now, relaxed comfortably against the couch with suspicious eyes as you kneel innocently between his spread thighs.

His call with Rude had started with business but eventually simmered into more mundane topics of social affairs and various forms of entertainment. Their partnership wasn’t a strong union without a bit of off-the-clock bonding.

It served as some much needed guy time, which was very prominently exclusive from yours.

Your selfish desire to have his attention at any given moment should have been an aggravating quality if you didn’t look so damn sexy with your attempts to garner it. Even now as his gaze follows the curve of your back as you arch to press your bosom against his chest.

He knows where this is leading immediately, yet only a small part of him feels bad for Rude.

“I … ah, no Yeah, I’m listening. I missed that highlight though. Tell me about it.”

Reno is aware of the tremor already thrumming at the end of his speech, an element of the situation that he can’t really do anything about. Neither about the hitch as you adjust your weight to hover over his apex, undulating your hips at a leisure pace with a whisper of friction. It’s the visual of promise that does most of the work as he watches the show through a half-lidded gaze. His arousal spiked the moment you entered the room and you already had a tight grip on the reins.

His leisure wear around the house does nothing to hide the thick line of provocation raising against the fabric. Reno tips his head back against the couch, the column of his throat jumping with a thick swallow as you adopt a more purposeful rhythm.

Sunlight spills across the whiteness of your smile as he responds brokenly to a prompt you can’t pick up on the other line. There’s a tremor to his hold of the phone, tight enough that you wonder if he’ll end the call prematurely before your fun is over.

Poor Rude has to know something is up as he fruitlessly attempts to gather the fraying threads of Reno’s attention. You can finally hear the deep baritone of his voice when you duck your head to run the flat of your tongue against Reno’s collar. There you nibble at the bone, teeth catching in away that he can’t ignore as a low groan tumbles from the redhead’s lips.

It’s enough to shift the rules of the game as you break an unnamed vow of silence, breathless sounds catching as you work yourself harder against the wet stain pooling in his lap. The pleasure is more than mutual now, Reno’s shoulder’s going taut with strain. He wets his lips sloppily and tilts his hips upwards to catch the downward drag against his more than interested erection.

The moment he opens his mouth to speak, you’re there to kiss the heat straight from his tongue, demanding entrance without question as your tongue slides against his aperture. With a whimper and sigh, you shift closer.

You’re not sure who breaks the kiss first, only reminded of a certain third party as Reno’s mouth skims down your chin.

“Sorry, Rude. It appears I’ve been summoned.”

#2 Your love to punish.

“Aw, Reno are you crying?”

He wasn’t, he wanted to deny vehemently. But as his eyes drew in tight together and the moisture collected against his lashes it didn't make for a very convincing argument. Shifting fruitlessly, Reno draws in a harrowing breath as the strain of his muscles pulls against the taut restraints pinning him to the bed frame.

It had taken him too long into a week of silence to realize he was the reason behind it. He had interpreted your cold shoulders and lack of communication as stress on the job, certainly not taking into account the plethora of time it allowed you to simmer about his blunder.

A fault he still couldn't pinpoint but he was sure if he asked anyone at the office, they would be able to procure a list out of nowhere. The redhead had a tendency to align towards recklessness and careless attitudes which more than often spelt trouble. One would think he would have learned his lesson by now. But they weren’t privy to the curriculum of those classes.

Or how enjoyable they were.

Or maybe he was just a bit of a masochist.

Folded snuggly around his turgid cock, Reno found heaven in the pits of hell as your drenched core worked back and forth. You were a sight to behold, seemingly unaffected aside from a light sheen of sweats as you grind the bareness of your flesh against his. While he’s the opposite, harsh pants and uninhibited whimpers.

And you enjoy it all with a wicked smile.

You adjust your hands, placing on against the firm heat of his chest while the other braces against the white curve of his shoulder, fingers curling into a visible pressure that blooms against the color of his skin. Your back arches, allowing the head of his cock to catch at the ring of your entrance before rotating back to ride back down his shaft.

His arms jerk with the motion of trying to reach, but it's an empty action without any real intent. More of a reflex than anything else. The spill of his precum makes a sticky web between your fingers as you circle the sensitive slit with your thumb. He’s swollen and fat and barely hanging on by a prayer.

With the help of a cock ring it might have made it easier. No matter how hard he tried to cum it just wouldn’t be in his cards. But there was something more beautiful about the curtailment he holds himself accountable to, resisting the urge to blow when having all the freedom to do so.

There is active pleasure in riding him like this, feeling every vein of his throbbing arousal spike gratification against your sensitive walls. But the true satisfaction came from every shudder and choked groan as he shakes his head to fight off the haze.

Mercy is a thin promise, slippery as your tongue skims across the seam of his lips. He believes it’s the closest he’ll get to tasting you, a bitter whimper leaking from his mouth in a muffled sound. The kiss is messy and hungry as you allow him the opportunity to sample your pleasure.

It only takes a subtle twist of the hips to guide his cock back in line as you back into the press of him inside you. Your wetness spills around him, almost excessively so as it spills against his inner thigh. It doesn’t take much for you to lose traction of your own orgasm, nothing stopping you from quaking freely around him as he rolls into a few finishing thrusts before stilling.

He’s rock hard, tremulous and near delirium and yet-

“Fuck me … I’m so in love with you.”

#3 You love the satisfaction of pleasing what's yours.

“You look stressed.”

Despite the mountain of paperwork on his desk, Reno’s attention was happily placed elsewhere. Before rolling to you, his gaze seemed very attentive to the screen of his phone as his fingers tapped a rhythm that looked more familiar to a mobile game than a response for a work related email. But now that you were here, he seemed pleased to have a new distraction.

Curling his fingers inward, he beckoned you closer and the moment you were in reach he pulled you into his lap.

“Beyond fucked over, you see all this shit Tseng has me doing?”

Laughing humorously at his expense, you leaned in to press a kiss to the generous exposure of his chest. “If that’s the same stack I saw delivered in here earlier today, I’m more inclined to say the blame is in your park. Did you even try?”

The hand at your waist squeezed as his lips formed something between a gripe and a grumble of complaint. “Of course I’ve been workin, yo. What do I look like, a freeloader?”

It was an open invitation that took credible effort not to buy into.

“You look like you could use a bit of TLC.”

Bracing against his shoulder, you readjust yourself to straddle his lap. Taking his face into your hands, you coax him into a slow kiss the taste of stale coffee and mints mixing with your own tang. Reno bites your tongue and you reflexively tangle your hands in his hair to pull it taut.

He winces at the action but doesn’t complain. “What are the chances of you riding me being in that wholesome itinerary of yours?”

You take the opportunity to make him flinch again, this time away from the sharp nip of your teeth against his bottom lip. “Slim to none.”

He offered a placating medium by rubbing his palms against your thighs, “So what do you have in mind then?”

His answer comes in the form of your hands at his buckle.

Pleased with the predictable but unvoiced assumption, Reno leans back readily in his chair to give you ample room. “Oh, shit yeah.”

Rolling your eyes, you free him from his briefs and curl your fingers around his length,”Try not to embarrass yourself.”

The redhead hisses out a ‘yes, ma’am’, instinctively rocking his hips into the downward thrust of your hand. You pull away just long enough to spit crudely into your palm before returning with an underhand grip. Anticipation seizes his muscles, overlaying the strain of stress as eyes slid shut.

At home you would have gone for a more languid approach, mimicking a gentle massage to build him up slowly and bring him down just as gently. But work offers a different time restraint as you work up to a more persistent, fluid motion strokes.

The hand still lingering on your thigh squeezes reflectively to the drag of your thumb over the head of his cock. The setting is too much of a stimulant to ignore, the need to rush injecting adrenaline into his veins and blooms outward from the line of his spine.

Familiar with the course of pleasure, you preemptively snatch a few tissues from the corner of his desk just in time to save his uniform from the spilling capitulation.

You’re still running the edges of the balled up material against your hands when his eyes blink open.

“Aw, you’re not going to lick it off? What a buzz kill.”

Despite his seemingly ungrateful wording, his tone held the gratitude needed to produce a smile on your lips to which he mirrors. Tucked away but still unbuttoned, he draws you in for a kiss that you indulge momentarily before slipping away.

When you look over your shoulder, the man is still sagged in his chair with a look of satisfaction as his wiggles his fingers in your direction.

“See you at home, yo. Thanks for the good ole’ love and care.”

#reno x reader #ff7 reno #ffvii x reader #ffvii remake

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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Hi there! Anon here..lol So, I have a request for Iguro Obanai (• ▽ •) MC (preferably female) low-key declares Mitsuri a love rival (oh Lord! ヘ（。□°）ヘ) Reader is mad extra - she just wants to be noticed by snek papi! She greets him with his favorite treats every pillar meeting -but look! He didn't even notice! She offers to go on missions with him - oh..Mitsuri already volunteered? After pining after him for so long she starts to back off... until he confesses. Turns out Mitsuri (1/2)

Ahhh, hello, bby! Okay, I had so much fun writing this as well. Bc hey, it’s mild angst and I’ve always loved writing angsty stuff. And no worries at all; I kind of like having a rough guideline to go by, bc it lessens the strain of having to figure out a mild subplot. But anything’s fine with me. Ahaha. Thank you sooo much for requesting this, and I hope you like it. :D xx

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Reader Having a Crush on Iguro and Declaring Kanroji as a Rival (SFW Scenario):

“I don’t care, nee-chan. Mitsuri’s my rival for Obanai’s love— and there’s nothing that you can say that will make me change my mind,” (Y/n) declared irately, as she sat next to her sister on the engawa. Both of them were snacking on senbei, but it was more like (Y/n) was demolishing the crispy treats with every bite.

“You’re approaching this from a very immature perspective, (Y/n),” Akane— the older one of the (L/n) siblings— mused in a knowing manner. “Isn’t she your friend? You’re the Lightning Hashira; you’re supposed to set an example.”

Completely undeterred from her declaration, (Y/n) shook her head, before gnashing another chunk of senbei between her teeth. “She was my friend; until she started being too friendly with Obanai. They’re always together! And whenever Oyakata-sama asks for volunteers to go with Obanai, she’s always the first one to get chosen. It’s unfair!”

Akane chuckled at her sister’s predicament, then reached out and patted the top of her head. “If it’s so unfair, then why don’t you just move on to someone else? That boy who always visits you is cute. What was his name… uh… Rengoku?”

“Kyō-chan is like a brother to me. He doesn’t make me feel the way Obanai does.”

“Well, if you put it like that… then, try one more time. And then promise me that you’re going to stop trying to get him to notice you, if your attempt today fails. Okay, (Y/n)?” With those words hanging in the air, Akane pulled her sister close to her and laid her head on her shoulder. She then began stroking (Y/n)’s hair, more to comfort her than anything else.

“It’s just not fair, nee-chan. I loved him first.”

“That’s love, (Y/n). You know what okaa-san used to tell us, remember?” Akane began softly, as she kept lightly scratching her nails against the Hashira’s scalp.

And, after a brief pause, the sisters simultaneously spoke— with the younger one being more sullen than usual, “Some people are sent to you by the gods, so that they can teach you what you need to learn. While some people are given to you by the gods, so they can take care of you forever. There’s no telling whom was sent for what, so you will have to trust your own instincts and know when to keep on fighting, and when to give up.”

***

Once the hour for the Hashira meeting had rolled around, (Y/n) could not hold in her nerves. She walked into the garden at the Demon Slayer Headquarters, with her head held high and her back ramrod straight— all while her fingers curled tightly around the bento she had made for Obanai.

She’d paid particular attention to which foods he liked and disliked, and with every meeting, she always brought a bento for him. Only, he never seemed to notice her efforts— so she always ended up giving the bentos to Rengoku.

Her gaze roamed around the expansive space, only to land on the man who made her heart race: Iguro Obanai.

Iguro was lounging on his favorite tree in the garden, when he spotted (Y/n). She was carrying another bento, and was headed straight for him— which caused a blush to immediately flare up across his cheeks.

“Hello, Obanai-san,” The Lightning Hashira greeted with a bright smile. She then held up the bento in her hands, with the same sincere affection he’d always picked up from her. “I made this for you.”

While (Y/n) may have looked calm and collected on the outside, she wanted to scream on the inside. Every second that passed with Iguro just staring at her made her nervous and sad; it gnawed a hole in her heart, which she knew she was most likely never going to mend.

The pair stared at each other, with (Y/n)’s smile slowly faltering. And when the Snake Hashira made no move to get the proffered container, that was when (Y/n) knew that it was time to give up.

So, with a gracious bow, she whispered— all while barely restraining her urge to cry, “Sorry for wasting your time, Iguro-san.”

And with those words, she turned on her heel and walked away from him with as much dignity as she could muster.

Even though she wanted to just lay down on her bed and cry her heart out, she couldn’t— because she still had a meeting to attend.

Of course she sat through the entire meeting, with her comrades shooting her and Iguro some weird looks. As (Y/n) was extremely tuned in to their boring topic of internal budgets, when before she would shamelessly shoot adoring gazes at the Snake Hashira, whom sat beside her.

Iguro could also feel the change in the air. Frankly, it unnerved him, as he had always harbored feelings for (Y/n) but was just too shy to confess to her. He feared that he may have accidentally dealt the final blow to their nonexistent relationship with his inept reaction earlier.

He had been so tongue-tied that he couldn’t muster up the energy— or the brain cells— to make his hands move. His heart had pounded so hard in his chest, because the woman he’d always liked had made another effort to garner his affections.

Little did she know that she already had them.

And once the meeting was over, Iguro was sure that he had singlehandedly ruined the one good thing he’d had with (Y/n).

She tried to be discreet about it, but it was obvious to him that she was avoiding him. Hell, it pissed him off; but the proverbial icing on the cake was when she gave the bento— which was filled with food for him— to the Flame Hashira.

Iguro wanted to scream when he saw that transpire with his own eyes. And then he wanted to shove Rengoku aside, when he saw the other man laugh heartily before wrapping his arms around (Y/n).

“I told you to confess to her already,” Kanroji’s familiar voice echoed in Iguro’s ears.

Anger bubbled up within the young man at his friend’s suggestion; anger at himself, not anger towards her. He had been too stubborn and shy to act on his own feelings, which was why he felt like (Y/n) had suddenly given up on him.

He could only look on as (Y/n) and Rengoku exchanged banter, and when a loud and heartfelt laugh bubbled from her lips, something snapped within him— and he found himself walking towards her.

“Oh, hello, I-” (Y/n) couldn’t even finish her flaky sentence, as Iguro had turned her to face him and slammed his lips against hers. It was kind of awkward with his bandages in the way, but it served to get the reaction he wanted: her face flushed and her eyes misty with desire.

However, even with (Y/n)’s heart pounding frantically inside her chest, irritation and mild embarrassment simmered within her. “How dare you-!?”

Once more, she was cut off when the Snake Hashira spoke over her, “I like you, (Y/n). I’ve always liked you.”

Wide-eyed and completely in shock, the young woman’s eyes darted from the man in front of her, to the Love Hashira who stood a few paces away behind him. “But you and Mitsuri-chan… you two…”

“She was helping me find a way to confess to you,” Obanai answered her unspoken question, which made a blush color her cheeks— all the way up to the tips of her ears.

“I… well… this is awkward,” (Y/n) whispered under her breath, which was still heard by all their comrades. And when she heard the first few vestiges of laughter, it suddenly dawned on her that she and Iguro hadn’t exactly been private with their altercation.

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another cute lil oneshot for @sahana-anand bc she’s adorable 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

word count: today’s still not the day lmao

pairing: asra alnazar x wynne toprak (the arcana x oc)

warning: none

the mocking laughter echoed so loudly it felt as if it became tangible at one point, completely surrounding asra and reaching out to grasp his throat tightly. as it turned out, it was not the laughter itself - rather, it was where it was coming from. after the dark cloud of smoke had disappeared, it merely left the outline of a large figure, standing tall and towering over him. it was him. it was the devil.

no matter how much asra struggled, it seemed like he got even more stuck with every movement he made. eventually, he knew better than to keep trying. his eyes hardened and his gaze was cold, never letting his eyes leave the devil’s. “you’re powerless,” he spat.

and the devil chuckled even harder, the deep sound booming through the opaque room surrounding the two of them. the laughter was somehow suffocating. “what a large statement for someone who just watched the life drain from your love’s eyes...” he countered, as asra sneered directly in his face. though, it seemed words had now failed him. as much as he wanted to taunt back, to put him in his place, no amount of noise would escape his throat.

soon enough, the only feeling he had was the drop of something wet on his cheek. was it blood? is this the end? will the devil end his suffering, right here, and right now? no. he was not that kind. asra knew a life without her was no life he wanted to live. but he quickly realized that his eyes were the source of the wet, cold drops that would slide down his cheeks. before he could even realize what was happening, he was crying.

and then it became sobbing. it was those full-body, let sadness wash over and wreck you sobs. sobs so hard that they took all of the air from his lungs, cruelly, and left him gasping, begging, pleading for air to replace the tons and tons of it he lost because of his overwhelming sorrow. watching as the life drained from wynne’s eyes, as her body fell limp... and he was helpless. unable to do anything. and now, she was gone.

the devil simply laughed harder at his misery, letting the laugh boom through what felt like miles and miles of unending black opaqueness. letting the sound mock asra as he stayed pathetically under the beings grasp. as smoke appeared and swirled around his figure, asra shut his eyes tightly, using all of his energy left to ignore the devil. his fear, his misery, all of it - the devil fed on it. it made him stronger. asra knew that if he refused to give him that fear, that sorrow, then he’d be powerless. but it was easier said than done. his efforts were in vain, though - nothing worked.

suddenly, that feeling of incapability had pierced him, right through his chest, forcing his body to lay pathetically still.

he sat straight up in his bed, feeling sweat running all over his body as he panted for breath. it was just a nightmare. thankfully, it was just a nightmare. wynne was laying right beside him in bed and...

he fumbled around, searching for her body but it was all for naught. he panicked, feeling the tears start to brim in his eyes, before junping out of bed and running down the stairs in search of her. when he heard movement and floorboards creak from inside the shop, he sighed in relief and clutched the robe he was wearing. he let his feet take him to the last step and then to the floor, already speaking to her. “oh, good thing you’re here. i got worried. i had a nightm...”

asra! faust said, curling her body around the jars of miscellaneous charms and crystals to approach him. she watched as his shoulders raised once again, the tension in his figure evident. why upset?

he sighed again, feeling as his heart started to race. where else could wynne be, if not anywhere inside the shop? “did you see wynne?” he asked her, worry laced in his tone as he outstretched his arm for faust to slither onto. ocean friend left.

once faust had comfortably made her way around asra’s neck. he slipped on his scarf and trousers, wasting as little time as possible so he could search for wynne. could he have had a prophetic dream? he recalled beating the devil once already, but was this revenge? had he already come back, more angry than ever before? surely it was impossible, right?

faust squeezed him just lightly enough to remind him that she was there with him, and he wasn’t alone. he smiled just the tiniest bit, stroking the end of her tail as more comfort for himself than for her. “will you help me find her?” he whispered with a sadness that was hardly detectable to anyone aside from her. miss ocean friend.

“me too,” he sighed, losing his focus to stand there, in the middle of the street, while sadness overwhelms him once again. not knowing where she might be... that was the real nightmare.

minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days, all spent searching the whole city of vesuvia for wynne. even until the late hours of the night, he was determined to find her, no matter how blurry his vision got from the tears welling up in his eyes. there was only one place left that he had not already checked - the docks.

marching his way there, even faust was worried. asra stroked her tail for both his comfort and hers, chewing his lip as he frantically looked around for her. as first, he saw a shadow sitting on the docks, and he could hardly believe what she was seeing. he rubbed his eyes to clear them of the tears, and blinked once just to make sure, but the shadow remained.

“w-wynne?!” he called, feeling more tears well up in place of the previous ones, but this time, they were from relief. he rushed forward as the figured turned their head, not able to get one sound out before being enveloped in his arms. he wasted no time at all, picking her up and swinging her around.

“put me down!” he finally heard, once the adrenaline had simmered down enough for him to go back to being aware of his surroundings. he put her down on the ground, per her request, and stepped back to give her a bit of space. only then had he realized that the look on her face meant she was upset.

“what do you think you’re doing, coming up and grabbing me out of nowhere with no warning? what’s wrong with you, and why do you look like you walked through seven hells to get here?” each word she spoke had a certain venom about it, every one painful to asra’s heart in its own way.

“i’m sorry, wynne. truly. i was just... i was wondered about you all day. i had a nightmare... the devil was back, and he-he hurt you, and when i woke up, you weren’t there... i-i looked all over vesuvia for you. i’m sorry... i just... my anxiety got the best of me for a moment, i suppose.”

the poor thing looked like a kicked puppy - so much so that wynne promptly softened and felt bad for her outburst. he was so genuine, and he looked like he was on the verge of tears once again. before she knew it, she was the one rushing forward to embrace him.

“i’m sorry,” the mumbled over and over, pressing her face into his shoulder to muffle herself and hide her bashfulness. “i didn’t know. i didn’t mean to worry you... i’ll leave a note next time.”

asra’s hands stuttered before holding her back, and at the moment, wynne didn’t know why. but she knew immediately when he next spoke. “i-... i’d like that,” he whispered, his voice breaking despite the amount of effort he put in, trying to keep it from doing so. wynne embraced him much tighter once she realized, her fist gripping the back of his shirt. even faust slithered between the two of them, to get in on the warmth. missed you too, ocean friend!

wynnie giggled, finally deciding on using one hand to give faust the chin scratches she loved so much. faust leaned into them gratefully and even asra laughed, slowly pulling apart in order to be careful of the snake while he wiped at his eyes. “well, i suppose we should get back now. it’s dark now... haven’t worked the shop at all,” he chuckled out of mild embarrassment. a surge of confidence washed over him when wynne reached out to grab his hand, though.

“vesuvia can survive one day without their favorite magicians, i’m sure. now, lets get back. i bet you’re tired,” she took note of how droopy his eyes got as soon as the word left her mouth, which was just confirmation to her question.

the only response he gave was a faint smile and a soft but loving kiss on her lips, but she still flushed and accepted his hand when he offered it. poor asra could hardly make it to the bed that night... all of the fatigue from the day had finally caught up to him.

- jiah 💖

#the arcana #asra #oneshot #writing #not my oc #jiah writes #sahana-anand

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nikatyler · 4 years

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Felt like doing some replies the ~ old fashioned ~ way. I should be packing, but I don’t wanna. One good thing about this semester is that I don’t have classes on Monday morning, which means I don’t have to go to Prague on Sunday. But I’ll be once again going home late on Friday -_- Oh well. Maybe I could skip the lecture every once in a while to go home on Thursday afternoon.

I’m scared. Not really of what I’ll have to learn because I know that even if it’s difficult, I’ll probably get it in my brain in the end. Somehow. I’m more scared that once again, I’ll be left alone. I haven’t really found a stable friend group. I mean, I talk to some people sometimes, but I wouldn’t call it a friendship. One friend that I thought I could rely on doesn’t even bother saying hello to me anymore. I don’t know what I did to him, he just stopped talking to me. But maybe it’s for the best. Even when we still talked, I couldn’t believe how judgemental he was, and I often wondered if he talks about me like that too when I can’t hear it. He probably did. Oh well, I’ll see what I can do. I hope I’ll run into someone who is kinda like my best friend from high school.

As for sims stuff, I know I still owe some things to some people and I feel bad about it. You’ll get it eventually. I’m actually looking forward to doing it too. Makeovers are fun. I’d also like to release some more sims, I have one more sim dump and then some old legacy characters I want to share, plus some BC contestants that didn’t make it. They like to get eliminated in the first rounds.

Also, thanks for the comments on my mental health update post. I’ll see how this turns out and if it doesn’t get any better (I’m kinda hoping that better weather brings better mood, it worked before), I’ll start looking for a therapist or something. No offense to my parents but talking to them about this didn’t help in a slightest. They just don’t get it. And I swear I’m not reverting back to the “I’m an edgy misunderstood teenager” phase. Even though “edgy misunderstood teenager” is an aesthetic I still live for. Whatever that means.

And thanks for the tips on the laptop post. I’ll keep them in mind and I’ll probably ask again when the time comes and I actually buy a new one.

Ahh...I guess that’s it? Replies under the cut. As per usual, they’ll probably be the shorter part of this post, but oh well.

abysims replied to your photoset “Let’s find Lilith Vatore some love! In my game, I’ve had Lilith in a...”

Honestly Cassandra and Lilith would be amazing (... In my Glimmerbrook Academy story Cass is actually gonna have a huge crush on Lilith so I'm voting for that, yas!)

Ooooh that sounds great! Also, I’ll have a post announcing the results of the post coming up later, either today or tomorrow, but...spoiler alert: Cassandra might have won ;)

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “Simmer - Get to Know”

Lol this thing with Mermaids made me remember that when my friend and I were like 12 years old, a 6-year-old made her a "proposal" and we answered him that she'll marry him when he buys her a house by the sea in Prague

Omg sea in Prague sounds kinda cool, my faculty would be so close to the beach *-* Haha but at the same time it’s kinda terrifying, where would the sea come from? From the north? From the south? Would that mean my home doesn’t exist? Or, actually, considering my town was built on a big hill, would that mean I live on an island? And which part of Prague would be under the sea and which one would stay?

Sorry, I got distracted thinking of this AU where my country actually has access to the sea :D But we used to have it, back in like I think 12th or 13th century. We’re wayyyy smaller now.

amuhav replied to your post “Me, looking up some specs of my current laptop: you're...you're...”

If it's anything like me with my first 'gaming' laptop, the store clerk basically straight up lied to me about how good it was, and I was too young and naive to know better �� sims 3 almost burnt that thing to a crisp ��

Lmao I have a similar story with my first laptop, we were told that it has this super amazing graphic card...and it wasn’t amazing at all, as I later learned when my laptop broke.

amuhav replied to your photoset “Sims Moodboard Challenge I was tagged by @blurrypxls,...”

Oh no... don't make me want to go back to pinterest and do more of these �� They're ADDICTIVE

THEY ARE! I haven’t done much today, but I’ve spent a lot of time there all through this last week.

amuhav replied to your photo “I need to stop. This is more addictive than scrolling through memes....”

Pssst, not to enable or anything, but Picasa 3 has this nice feature where you can take a bunch of pics and it makes them into a nice collage. That's how I made mine, and then used them as my desktop backgrounds ��

I think I’ll use Photoshop, like I do for everything else, but thanks for giving me an idea for my new background! I used to have my sims or some other characters set as a background, but now that I take my laptop to school I feel a bit uncomfortable with that, so since October I’ve had this kinda boring background and I’ve been meaning to change it into something nicer, I just didn’t know what to put there. Now I do.

fataleromeo replied to your photoset “Sunset: “How dare you pretend you’re Father Winter?” Father Winter:...”

Holy crap, Sunset is a lot more buff than I ever realized. Those arms! ��

Yup. That’s because she has to get her Athletic skill higher for work. I think her muscle slider might be at max, actually!

fataleromeo replied to your photoset “Father Winter: “That’s it! You’re going on my Naughty List. Your...”

How could she not with with muscles like that?? Damn his Christmas magic!

Next time we should just call Caleb. I mean, he defeated Grim Reaper with no problem, surely Father Winter won’t be any more difficult for him!

fataleromeo replied to your photoset “Sunset: “Okay, cool. You won’t give us gifts but I have a special one...”

Lmaoooooo, get him, Sunset! ��

He deserves it

asplashofsims replied to your photo “~ daylight”

Cute picture! ♡ I hope you feel better soon and omgg winx club, it's my guilty pleasure for sure hahah all the childhood memories��

I love Winx Club so much. It’s a little ridiculous and the plot holes are terrible (and don’t let me talk about anything after season 4, those are not my Winx D:), but I can’t let it go.

blubrich replied to your post “I forgot how traumatizing Toy Story 3 was ��”

Especially the ending! ��

YES. I remember the whole cinema was crying.

Also, Toy Story always unpacks this weird guilt in me haha. Because as a child, naturally I was like “I would NEVER abandon my toys, I’ll keep them forever!”. And now...they’re in boxes...under my bed and in the basement...some of them I gave away or to my younger sister, who then also gave some away because she’s fifteen now. I still have my plushies and teddy bears in my bed though, it would be too empty without them :D

silverspringsimmer replied to your audio post “(via...”

I love Within Temptation and they got me into heavier music later, too!

I don’t even remember how I found them. I was just bored of the music I was listening to all the time back then, so I clicked through playlists and stuff on Spotify and somehow I landed on their page, I guess. And I immediately fell in love.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your audio post “(via...”

Oh this song was the first song of this bad which I heard! It was also 5-6 years ago.though I do not listen to them often these days.

I think the first song I heard was What Have You Done, which I liked and still like very much, but then I heard this one and went kinda crazy because it just sounded so epic and exactly what my poor slightly depressed fifteen years old soul needed. In one day, I completely switched from pop to metal and it took me a few years to appreciate my old favourite music again. (I know that I say all the time that I’m a Taylor Swift stan, but actually I only really started LOVING her music again last year.)

I’ve always thought that it’s kinda funny that in my Music class, for the first semester I prepared a project about Taylor Swift. In the second semester, that changed, the old pop loving Ronnie was dead, and my new project was about Within Temptation :D But I remember that I was actually upset that day, I chose to show my classmates the video of What About Us and they didn’t appreciate it. And then after me, my other classmate had a project about some singer who had this weird song about getting high. They wanted to replay it. I was so bitter, in my head I was like “this song that I showed you has an interesting meaningful message and you’d rather listen to a song about drugs, how dare you?! You’re absolutely terrible!”

Yeah. I mean, I get it today, but I was so, so bitter.

amuhav replied to your audio post “(via...”

I recently found out they had a new album out (and Nightwish had a new single out too ��) and early 2000s emo teenage me immediately surfaced and threw money at my screen!

Ahhhh I’ve basically had Noise on repeat since it came out, I love it so much! And the video is cool too. I can’t wait to hear the whole album. Nightwish never disappoints, I hope I’ll one day get to see them live. I’ve had a few chances but then it never worked out.

#replies #abysims #tiny-tany-thaanos #amuhav #fataleromeo #asplashofsims #blubrich #silverspringsimmer

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