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kittenkkuras · 6 months
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roommates — m. sakura x you.
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(tags: college roommates au. sakura x fem reader. fingering. oral, sakura receiving. scissoring. dirty talking. did i mention, sub!kkura? mommy kink!) i can't provide a word count for this since i basically wrote it in app already— but i hope it's still easy and enjoyable to read, regardless.
it was the weekend after your exams week. you had always been the studious type, focused, but ever since that night before the exams week, you can't seem to get sakura, your roommate, out of your head. the way she moaned out your name while sucking her tits or how hard she came all over your fingers— you were distracted, least to say.
the moment you got back to your apartment, you saw her in the living room, getting ready to go out. wearing a pink button down top, she was only in her panties as she buttoned her blouse. she had always been like this, though. the both of you have been living together since freshman year and have grown close to each other. seeing her half naked was not new to you nor her anymore. but god forbid, everything changed since the first time you did it with her. “hey, you done with exams?” she asked, glancing at you through the mirror. you only hummed in response, checking her ass out. that, she noticed but only shrugged it off. “how was it? should we go out to celebrate or to sulk over your possible scores?” sakura jokes, now finally facing you. her stomach, and basically her lower body half naked. you got closer, a hand reaching out to grab her by the arm and pulled her in, your free arm now slipped around her tiny waist. she was caught off guard by the sudden closeness but did not push you away.
“hey, are you okay? i'm worried.” she pouted which made you chuckle. such an innocent little kitten, you thought to yourself. she doesn't even know how horny you already are for her. “exams were okay. a bit distracted, but i'm pretty sure i still passed most, if not all of them.” you simply replied, brushing her hair out of her face, revealing more of her neck. the closeness, the sweetness... it was all too good for the both of you. sakura hummed, leaning in subconsciously against your hand. “distracted... that's new. you're never distracted when it comes to your studies, what's up?” she was obviously concerned but instead of answering her, all you did was to pull her into a kiss, soft and slow at first, but the moment she reciprocated the movements of your lips, the kiss grew needy.
“hey, wait—” you shook your head, forcing yourself more against her. you pushed her against the full body mirror she was just looking at herself from before you came in, your needy tongue forcing itself inside her mouth earning a moan from the smaller frame. sakura gives up from resisting you and closed her eyes whilst opening her mouth for your tongue to explore her wetness. “you're so pretty.” after a while, you started dragging your lips along her jaw, down to her neck. all sakura could do was submit herself to you and for you. “mommy...” she whimpers out as she leans her head back against the mirror as your lips plant soft kisses just above her cleavage, hands unbuttoning her top, as well as her bra which the clasp was at the front, earning a big sigh from her. “that feels good?” you chuckled lowly before bringing yourself up once more, giving her another kiss. this time, you slipped your arms around her waist, patting her bottoms and she immediately knew what to do. like the obedient little girl she was, she immediately clung onto you, with you now carrying little sakura in your arms, the kiss never once breaking.
sakura loves kissing you, but she wants more. she wants more of you. she finds herself now pressing, even grinding herself against you. this made you smirk against her skin, pulling away just before your kisses could reach her mounds. “mommy, no... no, why did you stop...” she looks at you with eyes. ah, she looks so pretty. she sounds pretty too and you were determined to hear more of her pleas. you pulled away, confusing kkura. you took off your clothes one by one, leaving you only with you pair of panties, black, as you prefer them to be and sakura does that as well—removing what's left in her body— her panties. she laid there naked, waiting for you. “mhm, look at you, i haven't even asked you to strip naked for me, but here you are.” your remark made her blush. “been waiting for me all day? is that why you purposely roamed around with only your panties on, mhm, kkura?” sakura felt so dirty, because it was true. she never had plans on going out anyways, she just wanted you to see her all dolled up for you.
“n-no! no. i w-was going to meet up with my f-friends...” she lied. she knows it well that it was a bad idea for her to do so, but she still did, making you raise a brow at her. carefully placing yourself in between her legs which she spread widely for you, you gave her inner thighs a slap. “so, you weren't waiting for me? you weren't getting dolled up for me to use?” you say, slapping and touching everywhere but where she wants you to touch her with every after word.
“who were you getting dolled up for, then, huh? looking pretty for someone else as if they can touch you better than i did?” you let out a bitter chuckle as you finally pressed against her clit, slowly but hardly rubbing her. sakura can't help but to move around, flinching as you teasingly pinch her sensitive muscle. “who is it, mhm? yunjin? chaewon? but they can't get you this wet by just kissing and slapping, can't they?” sakura could only shake her head profusely at the mention of her friends. “n-no! no, mommy! i-i... i did it for you.”, there we go. you smirked at her words before you stuck your tongue out to lick the length of her cunt, earning a long moan from the girl.
“that's right. you only want me, don't you, pretty?” sakura could only nod her head in agreement with your words as she felt hazy with how your lips were wrapped around her clit, sucking and lightly biting on it while your finger teases her hole. sakura's so, so wet for you. as if she had been waiting for you the whole week like you were for her. like she could only be this slutty for you, and only you. “m-mommy, it f-feels so good! more, please... i need more.”, your little girl pleaded as she grinds herself against your face, greedy to feel your fingers inside of her dripping cunt.
“aw, my little girl knows how to use her words well, doesn't she? even using please.” you mocked her all while two of your fingers slip inside her cunt, making sakura throw her head back in pleasure, her moans growing louder even more so when you stopped laughing at her neediness and went back into sucking, teasing her clit at the same fast pace your fingers and going inside of her.
exchange of pleas and curses repeatedly were the only words you can hear from sakura. she can't think, but she knows she loves the way you're touching her. “m-mommy, it feels so nice... f-fuck! right there! please, mommy! faster, faster!” sakura's voice raised an octave and in volume as the tip of your fingers found her sweet spot, repeatedly hitting it. you loved watching her throw herself around the bed, back arched as she felt a knot forming her abdomen. “c-cum... mommy can i cum? please, mommy, i'm so so close! please please please... fuck. mommy! mommy!” sakura couldn't even wait for you to use your words and allowed herself to cum all over your fingers and mouth, her juices coating, creaming around your index and middle finger. “good girl, baby.” you smiled at her as you pulled your fingers from her cunt, earning a whine from her.
without wasting time, sakura sat up from her position, legs still wobbly and breath still shaking. she took your fingers into her mouth as she used her hands to tug on your panties, as if asking you to take them off, which you did, finally exposing how wet you are for her as she was for you. “want more, mommy, please. more of you, please?” sakura practically begged through her lustful eyes, tongue licking your fingers clean. you swiftly shifted her position, hooking her legs with yours as you positioned her atop of you, both your wet pussies touching each other. the both of you let put a long, needy moan while sakura threw her head back, hips starting to move without even thinking twice. she looked fucking amazing with her hair messed up, her tits jiggling along with the movements of her hips.
sakura's lips were ajar as she moaned your name out, louder as you started to pinch her nipples, adding more pleasure for the girl. “that's it, baby. you're such a good girl for mommy, aren't you? faster, baby. you feel so good against mommy.” your dirty talking only added more fuel to the fire and she does as she was told. purposely grinding your hips with hers, her movements grew sloppier. you held her waist trying to keep her steady, but you were reaching your high too. “fuck, baby. i'm so close. keep going, sakura.” you moaned out loud before pulling her by her neck for a kiss—tongue forcing its way inside her mouth, moaning against it. you could feel her juices mix with yours drip on your ass cheeks and fuck, it was driving you insane. sakura's driving you insane.
soon enough, the both of you reach your high. “m-mommy! mommy! f-fuck, fuck! fuck.” sakura screams as her body convulsed and drop on top of you and you could only hug her as you too, share your fair share of body shuddering. your head was all over the clouds, but sakura. sakura passed out already and you can only chuckle at that. carefully carrying her to a more comfortable position, you laid beside her and held her close to your arm. “thank you, baby.” you whispered and kissed her forehead. sakura heard that, but she was too tired, giving only a hum and a nuzzled against your neck, making your heart flutter with how cute she is right now.
this might not just be the lust you're feeling for her, after all.
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ceridescent · 1 year
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sweater weather — m., wanda.
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wanda maximoff x female!reader
summary: you and wanda decided to have a short you-and-me time apart from the city, innocent of the monster lurking in the maximoff's beach house.
tags: fluff, smut.
warnings: dirty talk, praise, & vaginal fingering.
word count: 1, 361
author's note: last day of autumn so here's a one-shot with both you & wanda beloved. :* (in actuality i wrote this on november 2022 so...very inspired by fall.) other than that, enjoy!
18+ only. men and minors DNI.
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both you and wanda’s giggles echo throughout the chilly room, posing silly faces for silly photos to distract yourselves from the autumn air.
wanda growled, “i’m a bear!” and you snapped a picture of it; her body on top of yours, your cellphone’s lenses shoved in front of her gorgeous, scrunched face.
you kept a pebble inside her jeans pocket a few hours ago, one souvenir you will forget about in the morning. you made a bet with yourself: whoever finds it first would do anything she asks for for a week. since you’re forgetful, that would be an impossible event.
“wanda, i’m cold,” you moaned out, causing her arms to wrap tighter around your figure. she rubbed them up and down your clad sides, “i’m so sorry baby,” she whispered, kissing your neck multiple times for an apology.
“i’m getting cold too,” her teeth chattered as she said so, the sound alarming you. your eyes widened and lifting your neck, you scanned her through the dimly lit bedroom. a mewl fell from your lips. taking wanda’s hands, you placed them inside her gray sweater wrapped around your warm-blooded body, in hopes to ease her troubles in the slightest bit.
wanda, your girlfriend, brought you to her family’s beach house today, it was perfect. she was so thrilled to have you alone in a quiet, enthralling space that she had forgotten about the dormant thermostat lying idly in the house, its purpose unable to attend to your now shivering bodies in the peak of fall.
both of you only noticed it after you bathed with your clothes on, shivering and stiff in your stand whilst wanda held you in place, removing your dripping garments.
wanda is naked right now, on top of you. she only has a thin white blanket covering her, not enough to keep her warm like you are at the moment. consciousness insists the longer you stay put in the beach house, worried that she would end up like jack from titanic. you still wonder how he didn’t fit atop the door.
your lover consumed two bottles of alcohol so she can’t be behind the wheel, drive yourselves back home to her cozy, warming apartment. and you’re a baby who’s wrapped around her girlfriend’s hoodie, having zero knowledge about traffic law.
“love,” you purred, rubbing her arms inside the gray sweater, easing the coldness off her fingers. you squeezed them and clamped yours around them, spreading your warmth through her.
“love, let me keep you warm.” wanda mumbled before she took her turn rubbing her almost-warm hands on your sides, her movements constricted due to the small space inside her gray sweater; her kisses landing higher from the side of your collarbone to your jawline.
“wanda,” you hummed and tilted your head to the side, allowing better access for her pink lips to soothe the chill away from your bodies. the brunette repositioned herself, pressing her core against your thigh, languidly grinding on it.
humming, she locked your lips with hers, hard and quick. you were kissing wanda’s smile when your neck craned to reach her. “be still,” mumbling the words full of your kisses but you shook your head, slithering your digits in her hair, scratching her scalp to pull out a moan from your lover. you grinned, inserting your tongue in her mouth before she could dominate yours.
“ah!” you hissed when wanda’s fingers found your nipple, pebbled and puckered to her liking. “take it off,” she growled and hoisted your back with her left hand, the other impatiently taking off her sweater from you.
wanda’s hair is tangled by your fingers. finding your breasts, she squeezed and massaged them tightly before pinching your nipples, grazing her flat tongue on your stomach.
“please,” you whimpered, the tingling sensation spreading throughout your bundle of nerves, your hips thrusting for friction, having a mind of its own. wanda held you down, her slender hands pinning you against the mattress.
“how bad do you want to stay warm?” she asked you, the color of her eyes blown to charcoal black.
“s-so much, wanda. i need you so much,” you responded, taking her hand and shoving it to the place you need it most, showing your desperation. she only chuckled.
goosebumps flared all over your hot skin the minute she took off her leggings from your legs, the autumn air aimed at your dripping core. wanda hummed in satisfaction, her pussy clenching at the sight of your nakedness under her.
moans were spilling out of your needy mouth, begging her to get into you, but she just shook her head. drinking you in with her dilated pupils, she watched your aroused frame craving for her touch. with her thumbs on either side of your pelvic bones, she trailed her hands downward the middle of your thighs, peppering kisses inside. her touch came lower until she reached the end of your body, massaging each toe to tease you until you’ve had enough, kicking her hands away.
“not there, wanda, please fuck me now.”
she grinned at you, her face sickeningly evil. she crawled back on top of you, resting her thighs on yours, grinding, “i’m a bear!” growling as you groaned in heat.
“you want a bear to fuck you, baby?” her middle finger slid up and down your slick, and you gasped, nodding your head. “you want my fingers inside your pussy?”
aggressively you nodded your head, finally finally finally, almost there — the tips of her middle and ring finger easing through your entrance. “yesyesyes- oh!” and you sucked her right in.
“so tight,” wanda purred and covered your mouth with her own, drinking your moans. “so warm, baby. you make me so warm.”
you whimpered and nodded your head, unable to speak, as you were only able to feel the way her fingers glided in and out of your hole.
feeling yourself drip down the mattress, wanda’s breath fanned your neck as she whispered encouragement, urging you to meet her thrusts so you could warm up even more.
she wrapped her lips around your left nipple when your jaw couldn’t keep it locked any longer, your moans turning to cries. she grunted against your limping body, your nails digging her back.
wanda cussed multiple times with how beautiful you looked underneath her, desperate and needy to come apart. she made a promise to take your cum out of you, not letting one drop go to waste. with the way she fucked the coolness out of your system you didn’t notice how you’re warming her up in the process too, relishing it.
“we together- work so-so well,” you said in broken lines and wanda smiled through it, “my smart girl,” praising your random thought and kissing your forehead. she slammed harder, pounding your pussy.
“you feel that baby?” you whimpered, your cries getting louder. wanda knew you were close. with your fingers tightening in her locks, your hips going in tandem with her thrusting, and your begging. god, your begging. she couldn’t get enough of it.
and so she curled her fingers to hit your g-spot, biting her lips as she stared you down — your back arching like a cat — so ravishingly fuckable. “such a good doll for me.”
you fell apart with her teeth clamped around your hip, thrashing around her with screams, the bedsheets wrinkled at best by your fists, incoherently muttering curses and thank you’s, riding wanda’s fingers.
she was licking the mark on your hip when you chanted her name, “wanda wanda wanda,” her thrusts becoming languid, lulling your high.
“my best girl,” she husked and you were rolling your eyes at the sight of her sucking her dripping fingers full of your cum.
she kissed your panting mouth after, mewling, “taste sweet, my baby,” and you kissed her back with leisure, your body limp, exhausted, and completely warm.
“thank you, my love,” you mumbled when she pulled away, settling her core against your left thigh. you guided her hips, running them up and down. wanda sighed, submitting to your direction, smiling.
panting the words, “you’re welcome, my love,” she slickened your thighs with her cum.
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neopuppy · 2 years
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How to be one of Jeno and Jaemins groupie :(
for you czennie💚🤭
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Stepping foot into your very first in-person fansign to meet your favorite idols had always been your biggest dream.
While you hoped for your bias Jaemin to recognize you from the couple of times you lucked out and were fortunate enough to speak with him through video call, you could have never anticipated the overjoyed excitement he greeted you with.
Jaemin’s arms flew up as you approached, subtly stealing glances at your dressed up figure from the corner of his eye. He recognized you from the moment you walked in with the line of fans, clutching onto an envelope neatly decorated with his name and bunny ear decals. The last time you spoke passed through his mind often, from the way you ducked and hid your face in a delicate demure way; to the way your voice cracked and grew higher in pitch when his eyebrows bounced up suggestively.
Innocent and lush, he thought, worrying his bottom lip while editing photos the next day.
“Ah, if I ever see her in real life..” he laughs to himself, shifting side to side before his computer screen. “I’m gonna fuck her.”
Jaemin could barely keep up his usual cool composure. The first time he answered your fan call had already emptied his lungs, having to gather his bottom lip beneath his teeth to control himself from shouting anything too inappropriate.
“Ahh, look who it is!” He announces, plastering his palms flat on the table to lean over and dazzle you with the widest brightest smile. “My favorite.”
Jaemin’s eyebrows bounce playfully, aware by the amount of viral tweets that went around each time you shared your experiences chatting with him beyond the allotted 30 second timer. ‘Nana’s favorite’ caught his attention while browsing the trending tags, met with tons of suggestive tweets quoting your second time chatting with him gazing full of endearment. Adding fuel to the fire by winking and complimenting how beautiful you looked.
“Me?!” You laugh, wrinkling the letter in your hold nervously.
“Of course, Nana’s favorite fan.” He confirms, sliding an open palm near your hands. Directing you with a silent nod, his fingers twitch, grazing your wrist lightly.
“Oh..” caught off guard, you manage to set down the letter you worked on for weeks. Shakily laying your hand in his as the speech you’d practice evades your thoughts.
“You’re more beautiful each time I get to see you.” He says quietly, jotting down a signature and extra note with his free hand inside of your Glitch Mode album. He cocks a well groomed eyebrow, lapping his lower lip while scanning you fast enough for fansites around to catch and speculate over for weeks to come. “How lucky am I for the prettiest girl to be my fan?”
Gasping and snaking your fingers around his wrist only further amuses him. Jaemin lets out a sigh, shutting the album and signaling a gesture out of sight beneath the table for only a manager to see. “See you later?”
Innocent, so very innocent.
“Bye bye” he speaks in a deceivingly sweet tone, shaking your hand and waving with his other.
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Jaemin ponders how long you’ll take to appear in his notifications, how far you’re willing to go for your favorite idol. Wishing he could have seen your reaction to the note left in your album, to his manager finding you and discreetly inviting you to an address that you have of course come to known as a rumored SM idol residence.
“You’re such a dog.” Jeno says from his bed, tossing football in the air. “I saw what you wrote in her album.”
“You’re just jealous she’s my fan.” Jaemin sneers, bragging about your text messages finally coming through. “Get lost, she’s about to be here.”
“That’s tough.” Jeno rolls his eyes, smirking and cozying up into a pile of pillows. “If she’s your fan, then she knows we’re roommates.”
Rumors had circulated around different fandoms of NCT members hooking up with their fans, but finding yourself sitting in your biases bedroom with his hand up your skirt sounded like something straight out of a wet dream. Scenarios you rarely ever let yourself even imagine because they were too far outlandish.
“Taste as pretty as you look.” Jaemin mumbles between layering kisses from your chin to your upper lip.
He’s nothing you could have ever imagined, too real and raw, covered with silky soft skin and plush lips.
This luxury he’s grown accustomed to since planning loopholes with Jeno to still get laid despite their fame has inflated his ego. More confident and full of himself now that he can have pussy sent straight to his room without worry of anyone finding out, Jaemin’s fast to lead you to his bed.
You knew the rules by now, keep the conversation minimal, no phone allowed inside, and absolutely do not disclose any information.
Overwhelmed by arousal and nerves, you can’t resist from grinding against his palm gliding between your thighs. Panting against his long throat with a panicked gaze that continuously lands on Jeno sitting his bed. Smirking with his elbows on his knees as he watches you allow his friend to spread your thighs apart and get a good look at the seat of your underwear gone damp. The shape of your cunt pushing through the wet fabric with the help of Jaemin’s working fingers prodding and teasing at your hole.
“I think Jeno wants to taste too.” He whispers by your lips, tipping your face to look across with the end of his nose dug into your cheek. Jaemin yanks your panties to one side, pushing your folds apart until you begin to whine and shrivel into his bed embarrassed. “Don’t be so shy, look at how much he likes it.”
He jerks your head, gripping onto your jaw to force you to watch Jeno’s eyes glaze over. The tip of his tongue circles the rim of his lips, knuckles white on balled up fist pulling at his sweats.
“First,” Jaemin taps your clit, grinning maniacally at how you whimper and jolt. “I’m gonna fuck you.”
He rubs harder, budging your thighs open and scolding you for ruining the show. “Then— you’re going to let Jeno have fun, right?”
Jaemin tsks, cruelly shoving two fingers knuckle deep inside of you. Knocking his forehead against yours when you don’t give him a clear answer between moaning and wailing. “You wanna be Nana’s favorite, don’t you?”
“Y-yes..” you stammer, nodding rapidly.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
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flokali · 2 years
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— Love Letter | Tartaglia
Warnings: Gn! Reader, yandere, obsessive behavior, slight repetition, mentions of violence and kidnapping, delusional behavior, cussing, manipulative behavior, if I forgot anything ask to tag!
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You received a love letter, it had been slipped through the door of your bedroom and caught your eye just as you were preparing to go to bed. You make your way to the door and open it, taking the letter on your way; you look around the empty hallway in hopes of perhaps catching the sender but there’s not a soul in sight.
You close the door, slight uneasiness blooming in your chest as you make sure to lock it - you even think of barricading it but chose otherwise, you doubt it’d stop him if he was determined to find you. With a heavy sigh, you sit on the bed, you look over the simple envelope and hesitate. It was white with his name scribbled on it, you hated to admit it but you always did envy his handwriting, it was deceivingly innocent looking but you knew better; nothing could be innocent if he was involved.
Whatever, you think to yourself, you might as well read what he’s written.
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To the sole owner of my heart and soul,
How are you? I know that, by the time this letter reaches you, we probably have only been away for a couple of minutes or at most an hour but I feel inclined to know anyway.
It’s funny, I tend to write quite often - mostly to my family - but I realized I never wrote to you. Mainly because I have never quite let you leave my side but it still felt wrong to not have ever sent you something, my dear.
I hope that, perhaps, this way I can better articulate how I feel, maybe then you’ll be more interested in hearing. I mean, if you’ve read this far without tearing my humble letter apart it must mean I’ve caught your interest, wouldn’t you say? Ah, normally it’s here where you would scold me and tell me to get to the point, I like the way you sound so annoyed — is my voice that unpleasant to you? To me, your voice is easily the most alluring sound I have ever heard. If I could, I would like to have it replace the voice that narrates my thoughts; it’d be romantic, no? It'd feel like you could never leave my side… but then it’d only be fair if your thoughts were narrated by me; in that case, I would never leave your thoughts either~ I like the way it sounds…
You know, I think we’ve come quite far, wouldn’t you say? I remember the first night you spent home with me, you tried suffocating me with that pillow while you said all those cruel things, how long has it been since you’ve gotten angry like that at me? Four or so months by now? You’ve begun falling for me, haven’t you? Ah…
Just the thought makes me want to rip my heart out and give it to you! You falling in love with me, I’m getting excited at the idea – you’d be such a lovely spouse for me. I’m sure that if we keep working together you’ll love me just as much as I love you! You’ll want to die without me, you’ll want to breathe only the air I breathe, you’ll need to feel my skin against yours to feel alive, you’ll want to be one with each other until we can’t live apart, I’ll be the only thought in your mind! We’ll be such a lovely couple, in love and together and happy with a cute little family too.
Fuck… I miss you so much; I really do love you.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you so much and I need you to understand that and that everything I do is for you. I know you’re angry at me for stealing you away from that horrible life you had (because it was horrible, don’t try to deny it) but you need to understand I had to take you away, I can’t live without you. Not anymore. You’ll understand it someday and when you do, you’ll thank me, I’m sure.
I just couldn’t stand the thought of you being without me, the thought of other people touching you, talking to you, looking at you, thinking about you. It pissed me off. It makes me want to tear their eyes out, carve their hearts and make sure they can’t even think about you ever again, I simply can’t let them live. I can’t let them do that to you, I can’t allow you to be soiled by another who isn’t me.
I know right now you may struggle understanding that, but I know you’ll eventually come to see things my way. Be honest, sweetheart, were you truly happy? I can provide for you, I can love you, I can give you everything you want and deserve; I’m the only person who can love you the way you deserve to be loved. You need me as I need you, it’s that simple. Our love is the purest love there can be and there will come a day you’ll see, I’ll make sure of that.
It’s getting late and I want you to receive this letter before you go to sleep, I heard that when you read a letter from someone before bed you’ll dream about them, so I’ll wrap things up for now. Make sure to have plenty of dreams about me, okay? If you don’t, I’ll know~
Rest well, my darling.
With love,
Your ever loving Ajax.
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seospicybin · 2 years
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FIC RECS.
Thank you to the sexc Ren @cb97percent for tagging me!
recommend 5 or more of your own works that you would rec to someone asking what they should read first & explain a little bit about the work. these can be the most popular, the ones you think are underrated, or your own favorites! then tag five other writers!
Twin Flame. (s,f,a) Back home for a summer holiday, you meet the new next-door boy, Felix, who will turn your summer into a burning bright one.
The firstborn of all of my angst works. Unapologetic, fucking emo, leather and roses, fast car and flames, in other words, it's sad and lethal. I always know I'm a deeply sad person, but this unlocked the raging angst in me.
Three of A Kind. (s) Late night drinking and a card game, plus two pretty boys? what’s the worst that could happen?
This was such a bitch to write. I spent months trying to perfect it and got so frustrated that I neglected it completely. Still I didn't give up and wrote a dozen versions of it until I found the one that is close to what I had envisioned in my head. The unused versions were sitting in my drafts and I'll probably never let them out, just cause.
Venus. (s,a) When Hyunjin first sets his eyes on you, he knew that you would make a perfect muse for his paintings, but as time goes, you begin to question whether it’s love or a short-lived infatuation that he has for you?
We all know that Hyunjin is so fucking pretty and if I ever get asked a person I would like to compare his beauty with, I wouldn't stutter to say Adonis. He's so beautiful it hurts, it's almost mythical. So I drew the inspiration from the star-crossed lovers of Adonis and Aphrodite, put all of his Pisces traits in it, his love for art, spicy angst on top and finished it off with a glass of ambrosia then voila!
Innings. (s,f) 🔥 You knew Seungmin as the baseball star slash campus heartrob and now, your partner on a project. But was there a hidden intention on why he wanted to work together with you?
Ngl. I fell in love with this couple that I created. I love how their relationship grew as I wrote them. Just fluffy and feel-good, something that everyone can easily relate to. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm emotionally attached to them. Ah, to think that I'll post the last chapter soon makes me sad. I'll forever cherish both this fic and this Innings couple. (But mostly I don't want to let go of hot baseball player Seungmin)
Glass. (s) Han is a photographer who just moved into a new apartment and he couldn’t tell if it was accidental or fate that he saw you through the window of your apartment. And the next thing he knows, he spends most of his days watching you through his camera lens
My new favorite child. The first time I worked a fic from the ending first and worked out the rest after. I'm very aware that the ending is so BONKERS. I love seeing all of you losing your shit reading it and I'm here like "you didn't see that coming yeah?" OH THE FEELING!
Dark Red series. (s, horror, thriller)
Here's the thing, I love Halloween so. And here's the another thing, I love horror movies. I combined my two favorites into this and yes, I selfishly wrote this for myself. If you're familiar with Anne Rice books or watched Interview with the Vampire, you would know that I based vampire Hyunjin on Lestat and vampire Chan on Louis. I put little homages to my favorite horror movies in these fics as well. Fyi, Halloween is only two months away, you can't stop me from writing another chapter of this series. (Oh, my personal favorite is Chapter 2!)
Milk. (s,f) Jeongin didn’t expect to reunite with you during his vacation, the one that he remembers as his childhood sweetheart.
Very underrated, I would say. I loved writing it, I love the theme, I love how the story drowned you in their innocence and make you forget that you were reading a smut. It's pure and sweet and easy, pretty much like the title itself.
Double Take. (s) You reunited with Jeongin after being away from each other for months when all of sudden Bangchan caught you both during a steamy session.
My most favorite from my earlier, premature works. Look, I'm a perfectionist but I love this mess I made. I didn't even think if it's pleasing enough to read, I just went with it and I think that's the magic of it. Anyway, Jeongchan FTW!!!
Tagging: @youn9racha @tangylemonade @seo--changbin @seungmoomin @petrichor-han (sorry if you're already tagged and pls don't feel pressured to do it!)
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I regret you all the time [James Potter x Lily Evans]
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[A/N: hello again :) it's been a minute. this is a shout out to miss taylor swift who threw these lyrics into my brain, and a shout out to my brain for thinking of how lily evans could relate to them... not in the way you might think ;) please enjoy and let me know what you think! i added so many parallels let me know if you spot them! song: would've, could've, should've by taylor swift words: 1.8k warnings: JILY LIVES AU - Swearing, The first Wizarding War, ayoooo Dumbledore Slander and a lot of it!! Death of characters (off-screen), war PTSD tag list: (it's been a year since I last wrote, therefore I won't be tagging anyone but if anyone would like to be added to the list send me an ask!)
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Lily Evans hated this room. She never used to but she grew to hate it more each time she entered it. It was Albus Dumbledore’s home. One of them at least, it was called his house for a more straightforward explanation, really it was one of the current primary meeting spots of the Order of the Phoenix. Bustling with people and ideas of what to do next. She was the only one in there that she could see but she knew Dumbledore would be there. He might not have been but she knew he was.
She caught her reflection in the mirror and barely recognized herself. She had a scar on the left side of her face, almost like Mad-Eye Moody’s but not quite, she was lucky in that sense. It was still enough to make her hate looking at herself. Her eyes looked dull anyway, despite the fury she felt. She used to laugh whenever she was angry because James would compliment her eyes. ‘Like the sea before a storm’ instead of their usual emerald. They were never shown either way anymore, just a dull grey-green. Even her hair did not look as vibrant, which she attributed to stress but she didn’t have an explanation for that.
“Dumbledore!” She called out. Her voice was raspier than usual too, as though she only used it to scream or fight. 
She dropped Professor in front of his name years ago. It took a while — she hated to admit that — but he was no longer her professor and she no longer saw him as such. He’d done too much since then.
“Ah, Lily, what do I owe this pleasure?” Dumbledore’s voice came before he entered the room. His face never changed, he always wore a sort of half-smile that made him seem like an innocent old man but most people who actually knew him knew better. His half-moon glasses sat tilted on his face despite it being in the middle of the night and he wasn't wearing pyjamas - it was like he was expecting her. 
“Pleasure is not the right word,” She whispered, but in the silent house, it wasn’t meant to be just for her.
“Well, then what do I owe this visit?” Dumbledore said without missing a beat, his head tilted to the side questioningly. 
“I just want to understand why you did it,” She said simply, her breathing was already coming quickly and deeply despite the softness of her voice.
“I have done a lot of things, Miss Evans, you’ll have to be more specific.”
“Enlisted us into the war,” She answered, she chewed on her own jaw as she stared at him, a nervous habit she had picked up. 
“That’s something you did yourself, I would never ask someone to be in the war without them truly believing in it,” He gave the same answer each night this happened, the exact same answer.
"You could've said no," Lily spat back.
"You all would've done it anyway," Dumbledore shrugged. Lily knew that was the truth. She knew that brave Gryffindor flowed through all their veins and even though it was hard they would have fought for what they believed in. She was proud of that aspect, but right now she was angry. So she fought.
“We didn’t know! You should have explained better exactly what we’d lose!” She shouted back again, the same fight each time as though scripted. 
“It was war, there will be casualties in war when you must fight for survival,” Dumbledore replied gently. Those always changed though, the reasons why she had to lose everything, the endless reasons why fighting the war was necessary. That didn’t make her feel any better. 
“You took it away from us! You took our childhood away from us! We had just graduated from Hogwarts and you thought it would be okay, we didn’t know,” Lily’s voice raised with each word. She clinched her fists to keep her hand from shaking, clinched her right one tighter on her wand she forgot she was holding. She never dropped her wand for long, slept with it on her nightstand, sometimes slept with it in her hand. 
“I understand you’re upset, this war has gone on longer than any of us have wanted-“
“I lost my best friends. Marlene McKinnon. Remus Lupin. Sirius Black. Peter Pettigrew. I lost my husband,” She warbled over the word but took a deep breath, she would not cry in front of him, “The love of my life, James Potter.” 
“It was not I who took them away, as we have discussed before, it was Lord Voldemort,” Dumbledore’s voice didn’t raise, he spoke with calm collection as he always did. It drove her even more towards insanity. That’s what this was now. She was going insane because of a war she never understood, a war he never explained. A war she knew was bad but didn't know how it would eat her up and spit her out.
Without thinking she raised her wand to point it at him. She didn’t know what she was going to do. She didn’t think she’d do anything but she wanted his reaction. She wanted his heart to quicken and his eyes to go wide and for him to beg her for forgiveness for taking almost everything from her and her friends.
“Miss Evans-“
“The least you could do was not treat us like children NOW,” She spat. Miss Evans bullshit. She was a 26-year old woman. She wasn’t even Evans anymore. Her husband was dead. Her friends were dead. She had been fighting a war for eight nearly nine years, seen all the shit it came with, and her old headmaster thought it a quirky habit to still see them as his students despite putting them in harms way any chance he got. 
“Lily,” He corrected, he always corrected himself, and yet it happened again and again to need correcting. She said nothing, she didn’t even nod to let him continue because she knew he would start again himself, you never heard the last from Albus Dumbledore. 
“I’ll need Harry,” He said it like he asked for her potions essay. He said it like it didn’t matter, like Harry Potter wasn’t her last remaining family, her last remaining piece of James, her last remaining piece of herself. Like Harry Potter wasn't a six-year-old child.
“No.”
“He is apart of-“
“No.”
“-a prophecy none of us could have chosen-”
“I won’t.”
“-Harry Potter will defeat the Dark-“ “He’s six.”
“-Lord, and he must do it soon-“
“Not Harry”
“-or else the entire world will be destroyed-“
“Please no.”
“-as we know it.“
“Take me!”
“Harry Potter will be the one to beat Lord Voldemort.”
“No, kill me instead, kill me instead!”
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“Have mercy!”
Lily Potter sat up with a gasp, almost hitting her husband’s face on the way but he knew what to expect now from her, he always had in some way. 
“Love, you were dreaming again,” James Potter cooed gently, he was rubbing a circle into her arm slowly to wake her up without shocking her. She never used to sleep talk until these dreams started, but now James could hear her start to mutter, then get louder and louder as the dream continued.
“I know,” She breathed deeply, “He wanted Harry.”
James’s face turned to stone. Even just a dream but the idea of the now-deceased Dumbledore coming to take Harry was too much to think of.
“He can’t now, and we wouldn’t have let him even if he would have gone that far,” James said simply. It wasn’t a debate for either of them.
“I hate him, if he were still alive, I’d…” Lily’s eyes filled with tears. She sobbed at his funeral still. It hadn't hit her yet all the things he did when he was the key to defeating Voldemort all along. She was turning 22 in three months when he died. When he and Voldemort destroyed each other. There were statues of him everywhere. The first statue on Hogwarts grounds, Hogsmeade, Godric’s Hallow where she and James live. She couldn’t escape him. He was a hero and she hated him. 
“You would probably do nothing because you’re so much more full of love than hate, but if you did want to do something, I would have helped,” He grinned at her. She smiled for a moment before shaking her head.
“He could’ve taken everything from us, James, we could’ve died, sometimes I think he thought we would die and we just got lucky. Marlene-“ She always choked up saying Marlene’s name. The war might not have taken everything from her but it did take Marlene. Her best friend since her first year at Hogwarts and she was killed before Lord Voldemort could be defeated once and for all by the man who plagued her dreams. 
“We didn’t, I’ll never forgive Dumbledore for what he did to us but we’re still here,” James cooed softly, “We’ll miss Mar until the day we follow her, but she would slap us if we died any time soon and you know it.” 
James always knew what to say. Even at 3 o’clock in the morning with sleep in his eyes. Even when the nightmare would evidently come, again and again, he would stay the same. And she’d be there when he woke from his own nightmares. She’d coo in his ear and rub small circles into his back. 
“Thank you, I love you,” She whispered. James pecked her lips quickly.
“You don’t have to thank me for this, I do it because I love you,” He smiled softly. Lily could only nod, how in moments like these she sometimes thinks of how clouded her view of him was when they were young teenagers. Even the worst of him was never that bad. 
“I’m going to get some water, do you want one?” She asked, kicking her legs off the bed but not before kissing him one more time. James shook his head, he turned over with the blankets covering him again, but she knew he wouldn’t go back to sleep until she was next to him again.
Lily took one pitstop before going to the kitchen. Quietly she opened Harry’s door. His room was completely red, covered in moving paintings of Quidditch players just like he wanted. She saw his small form in his bed. He was six now, it would be another five years before he went to Hogwarts on his own. 
The difference was he wouldn’t worry like she did as a kid. He wouldn’t get picked by a teacher to do work no teenager ever should. They wanted to join the war but it was her headmaster that pushed them to the Order of the Phoenix under his thumb. Albus Dumbledore would not be able to endanger her son. He would not use him like he planned on using her and James, her and her friends. 
Harry Potter would be safe so long as she lived. 
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~couple questions~ for when you need an excuse to talk about your characters/ship 😽
8, 10, 16, 19, 22 and 25
Pick your fav pairings with your tav.
These are from the [~Couple Questions~: For When You need An Excuse to Talk About your Characters/Ship] list for anyone who either wants the list or wants to send some more!
Sorry this one took a while @csphire, I too got a little carried away and wrote probably way more than I was supposed to bwahahaha But I hope you enjoy! 😉 Obligatory disclaimer that there's some very horny/suggestive things in some of these answers, and also there WILL be spoilers for the plot of the game so like. Do not read if you're someone who hates spoilers and hasn't played through the whole game yet etc etc.
Also, I'm playing loosey-goosey with the lore in some respects because I'm here to have a good time, not a 100% canon compliant time. If you don't like that then just stay off my posts for the sake of both our sanities, I beg of you 🙏Rai is a polyamorous bisexual disaster and has a closed polycule with Karlach, Wyll and Dammon (tho I'm going on ~vibes~ and Wyll and Dammon aren't romantically/sexually involved bc I just didn't get that vibe from them while writing. It's a "ah yes, my girlfriends and their cool boyfriend : )" situation from both sides for the guys. They're purely platonic but they both love their girls a whole lot.) And before someone says it, no I don't care that it's not canon in-game. I don't need it to be canon in-game to do it anyway and I will die on this hill so don't try me /hj
commence the spoilers/horniness/etc under the cut! last chance to click away if you don't want to see that! XD (oh also trigger warning for mentions of child abuse/mistreatment, and...idk how best to word it other than discussions of being trained as a child soldier and references to past abuse and trauma. I've tried to blanket cover with trigger tags but ask if you'd like me to add any others I've missed!)
What do they find physically sexiest about each other? Going with Rai and Wyll for this one bc I think they have the best answers! ☺️
Rai: The ✨horns✨. Listen. I get why he's upset about them at first. I do. I totally get it. But come ooooonnnnn!! You CANNOT tell me those babies are anything except sexy as FUCK to tieflings. They're fucking beautiful horns, and I like to think Rai's a big factor in Wyll learning to "live with" his horns and maybe eventually like them. Just a little bit. She loves his horns and she'll use any excuse in the book to get her hands all over them. At first she was offering to help him with the horn care because he really had no clue & asked her & Karlach for help (tho Karlach wasn't touchable at the time so Rai had to step up for the physical "here like this" demonstration and that's prolly where it started lol) then it became a little intimacy habit between them, he doesn't need her help anymore but he's not going to say "no" if she asks/offers, ya know? :3 (honourable mention to the time drunk Wyll at the Grove party complained very loudly about having "bumps and stuff where they absolutely should not be" because Rai's only reaction to that was "OOH~ 👀💖" hahaha)
Wyll: This might sound like a weird one, but probably her tail? Rai's very tail-expressive, if she doesn't force it to keep still by wrapping it around her own leg (or someone else *wink wink*) then it's ALWAYS moving around or giving away her emotions in some way! It started out innocent enough in that his eyes were automatically drawn to it because it moves around so much. Even despite growing up in Baldur's Gate for some time and thus being around a fair few tieflings (from my limited understanding of the lore and stuff thus far, don't lynch me hardcore fans, I've never played tabletop 5E or the other baldur's gate games lmao) he'd never met a tiefling that moved their tail so much until he met Rai. But now he can't help but stare when he thinks she isn't looking (she totally knows and does things with it on purpose sometimes just to tease him because she knows Wyll is staring. Rai and Karlach have a running (playfully ofc) bet going about how long it's going to take Wyll to figure out that she knows he stares, he hasn't figured it out just yet 😉 lol) Honourable mention for her eyes bc he thinks they're very pretty uwu and not at all for smutty eye-contact reasons cough I mean what
What was their last big fight? What did they learn from it? You get a two-for-one with this one bc the two fights are interconnected (pov: one half of your polycule gets into a pretty major lovers' tiff and the other half gets dragged into it as collateral damage anyway. Sorry boys lol )
Both these fights are also the focal plot beats for a Hurt/Comfort oneshot, but alas, I can't get away with being too vague with this or the reasons why it was a fight kinda don't match up with the "what they learned from it" in the 2nd part of the question, so just act surprised a while from now when I post the fic, ok? XD(I've got all the dialogues and whatnot plotted out now, just gotta convert it to written prose 🫶 ) This one ran away with me and got REALLY long, sorry (or you're welcome, I guess? lol)
Rai and Karlach: disclaimer: I know in-game it all kinda happens in the same convo but for some ~creative liberty~ (because I love me some good ol' Hurt/Comfort angst) I chopped the convo in half with the first bit happening before the fight (bc something Karlach says in the heat of the moment kicks it all off) and the latter half of Karlach realizing she does still want to live and is upset that she's still dying happening a couple days later, after the spat is resolved.
Karlach technically starts it after she hits out when they've killed Gortash but I wanna be clear when I say both of them are at fault for it. This is not only their biggest fight but also a powder-keg type of situation where things built up over time till they both exploded at eachother for different reasons, see below :
Karlach's very stubborn about not wanting to go back to Avernus at first - even into Act 3. Wyll and Rai ofc offer to go with her, but initially that doesn't help Karlach feel better. The worst thing she could possibly think of is putting two of the people she loves more than anything through the nightmare that is the Blood War. So when Rai keeps bringing it up and keeps pushing her about it, she snaps. Listen, I love Karlach a LOT and I think she means well, genuinely, and would never hurt her partner's feelings on purpose/maliciously. But she's a Yeller when she gets mad - and with Rai that is a BAD kind of mad to be. We see this in-game especially if you have her with you when you run into Gortash, and her heartbreaking meltdown after you kill him.
Logically, Rai knows the autonomy of getting to make that decision - to choose her freedom even if it means that it comes with death as an unwanted consequence - is important to Karlach, and if she was thinking logically at the time she would of course want to respect that. In theory. In practise however, it turned out "just sit there and watch me die" was not a line Rai was willing to draw. She gets pushy about Dammon's suggestion that they should take Karlach back to Avernus to stabilize her Engine, even when Karlach insists she's made her mind up and doesn't want to talk about it anymore. Rai keeps bringing it up over and over again, and insisting that she and Wyll would both go with her if it'd make it less scary for her, and just refuses to take "no" for an answer etc etc
By the time they kill Gortash and Karlach has her little meltdown she's just had enough of Rai throwing the suggestion into what feels like damn-near every conversation they've had since Dammon broke the news to them in Last Light. So she loses her temper and starts shouting before Rai can say it again.
And the thing about Rai is…she's emotionally reactionary. Whatever energy you give her, she'll bounce right back to you, she can't help it and hasn't quite figured out how to stop doing it at that point in time (though she does get better at it in the future!). If you keep your voice calm and level, she might growl and snap her teeth or smack her tail on something a little bit but eventually she'll match your energy and chill out to just talk about things. But if you yell and scream and shout and call her names? She's gonna yell, scream, and call you names back.
And that's exactly what happens. It's a huge miscommunication/misunderstanding between both of them. Karlach makes assumptions about Rai's past despite the fact that unlike Wyll and Dammon, she'd never really asked Rai about her childhood in Elturel or anything like that (again, I'll stress that I don't think this was done with deliberate malice, but I feel like being a little bit selfish is a realistic character flaw for Karlach to have. She's been through a lot and she gets tunnel-visioned on solving her own problems and when you pair that with Rai's brand of "too busy trying to fix everybody else to fix myself" trauma response and it's just an unfortunate combination. Rai never brought her own trauma up, and Karlach never thought to ask) So as a result, she thinks Rai "got lucky" not being in Elturel when it fell and that as a result, Rai is naïve and doesn't know "how bad" Avernus really was. Meanwhile, while she's certainly not as well-acquainted with it as Karlach and Dammon, Rai's not as ignorant as Karlach thinks. Her Mother Superior was a necromancy wizard, and one of Zariel's goons. The temple where Rai was "taken in" and raised was really just a front for training up either spellcasters or sword-fighters (depending on an individual's aptitude and uhh, the way they figured out where to funnel them was to use them as magical target practise until they either threw a spell back at their "tutors" or the staff agreed that it had been long enough and "they're too slow/useless at magic so idk just give them a sword I guess", basically - most of Rai's scars come from the early years where she was used as every other "student"'s magical punching bag, the rest are from Avarice's rituals, except for the one on the end of her tail which she got when Elturel came back and Rai didn't know the tieflings had been exiled so went back to try and look for Dammon, Rolan, Cal and Lia and ended up being attacked and driven off instead) to be ultimately sent to Avernus for Zariel to toss into the Blood War. She's been the unwilling participant in far too many necromancy rituals and while I haven't quite hammered out the full details of this yet, they were definitely not nice and she's definitely ended up looking some brand of devil or other in the eye before, during said rituals. I'm very much going for the angle of if Rai hadn't been assumed dead and left where she'd run off into the woods and she HAD been in Elturel when it went down? She'd have been just as fucked as Karlach was with Gortash. Straight to the Blood War with her, she would've been Infernal Engine prototype 2.0 and she and Karlach would've met fighting in the Blood War. Karlach doesn't know any of this, and thus makes a flippant off-hand comment that rubs the salt right into the open wound that is Rai's survivor's guilt without fully realising she's done it. Instead of staying to talk it out, Rai gets even angrier and storms off despite poor Wyll's best attempts to try and get between them and calm them down.
Dammon and Karlach: After Rai storms off, she finds herself going straight to Forge of the Nine. It's not a surprise really. She's known Dammon the longest and because Rai already felt bad that Wyll was in-between her and Karlach during their fight (they were having a screaming match in the middle of camp, it wasn't exactly quiet, or pretty D: ) she didn't want to make it worse for him by forcing him to pick a side, so Rai made the choice for Wyll and went to Dammon. Rai's so upset at first that Dammon's terrified Karlach's engine has exploded and Rai's here to tell him she's dead. When he finally calms her down enough for Rai to tell him what actually happened, he…doesn't feel that much better. He's too worried about Rai to go marching back to camp and confront Karlach himself, especially when she asks him "can I stay here tonight? I don't want to go back just yet". But he does stew (I like to think Dammon isn't one to get angry often. And even when he does he's not loud and shouty about it. It's more a broody, quiet, "give you the silent treatment" type of thing)
Karlach's the one, after she's calmed down, who ends up checking Dammon's place when the rest of the party split up the next morning to go looking for Rai after they realize she's still gone. Rai sleeps through Karlach's knocking (she had a hard night, did a lot of yelling/screaming and crying, ya girl passed tf out once Dammon wrangled her into a bath & then bed to sleep it off ;-; ) but Dammon doesn't. He tries to be patient with Karlach but when she starts posturing and growling and snapping at him, Dammon loses his temper right back. Again, he's not a Scream And Shout kind of angry but he is a "Do not raise your fucking voice at me!" kind of angry. It's a side of him that Karlach hasn't seen before and it stuns her so much that it shuts her right up, but Dammon keeps going. He ends up reading Karlach a bit of a riot act about how much, exactly, she'd hurt Rai's feelings because Rai was probably never going to admit it to Karlach herself and it gives Karlach some serious cause for self-reflection. Dammon and Karlach's fight only gets broken up when their back-and-forth finally gets through Rai's Sleepiness and she wakes up and stumbles down the stairs to find them mid-argument. Karlach feels so guilty when she locks eyes with Rai over Dammon's shoulder that she apologises on the spot, which leads to Rai apologising too and they work it out with a little bit of mutual encouragement from Dammon <3
As for what they learned from it: Rai defo gets the longest list but I'll do all 3 of them again bc why the hell not lol
Rai definitely learns to not let her emotions make her careless/less aware of her partners' feelings. As an orphan who was treated more like a tool/weapon by the main parental figure in her life (part of the reason, like Astarion and Karlach, that Astarion and Rai are besties. Cazador treated Astarion like a possession, Avarice raised Rai as a weapon and they're kindred spirits of sorts as a result despite Astarion complaining about Rai being "too nice" XD) for most of her formative years, Rai's emotional maturity very much comes from her stumbling face-first into the lessons/epiphanies herself lol
So she learns to be a bit less "keep my shit to myself but expect everyone to let me deal with their shit" and take up a bit more space/be a bit more communicative about her own trauma. "I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you" and "Avernus fucking sucks and they're all haunted by it in some way or another" are the two overarching themes for Rai and her polycule 💖
She also learns to be a bit less impulsive. She ran off because she didn't want to force Wyll to "pick a side", but ended up doing exactly that to BOTH the boys, because she ran off first without thinking it through logically.
Karlach has a little "oh, shit" moment when Dammon sets her straight and she realizes that she never actually asked Rai anything about her time in Elturel or what it was like for her/why she danced around the subject. She just…made assumptions and didn't fact check or think that maybe her assumptions could've been wrong.
For my "version" of the story the snowball effect from this fight culminates in Karlach ultimately deciding that she doesn't want to die. She wants to LIVE. So when they get to the dock at the very end and Rai and Wyll tell her "we won't make the decision for you, but whatever you choose, we're with you". And she chooses Avernus in the end, because even though she's fucking terrified, the fact that after everything they've all been through with something from Avernus dogging their every effort to get away from it, both Rai and Wyll are still willing to go back too. For her. And if they can do it for her, then she can do it for them, and maybe buy Dammon enough time to figure out how to fix her heart for good. (I'm not crying you're crying /lh)
And she also learns that while she has a right to make her own decisions, she cannot presume to make those same decisions for anyone else in the polycule just because she thinks she's protecting them by doing it. She can make those decisions for herself, but she has to let them make theirs sometimes too, even if they're not the decision Karlach wanted them to make.
(honourable/slightly joke-y mention: "Don't piss off Dammon. He's scarier than any Raging barbarian when he's angry" lol)
Bonus Dammon, bc I love him and he's kinda a package deal with Rai /jk. Who gets to wrestle a little bit with guilt (it was his suggestion that snowballed into making his girls fight, after all ;-; ), the guilt from this fight is the straw that broke the camel's back in a biiiiiig pile of guilt he's been carrying around since Rai "disappeared" and he just believed Avarice when she said she was dead and never thought to try looking for her etc. He has to learn to make peace with it, before it starts eating him alive, sort of deal. ;3; Also feel like he gets a bit more comfortable with making his voice heard despite his general introverted nature. If he hadn't been a bit firmer with Karlach she might not have stayed quiet long enough to listen and the spat might've been a lot more drawn out than it ended up being so he gets a gold star for that hahaha
How do they react when the other is upset? How do they try to help?
Sorta-kinda talked about this one in question 10 with Rai and Dammon and Rai and Wyll so I'll do Rai and Karlach for this one! :3
I'd say it depends? Unlike Dammon who just gets angry but not necessarily violent, Rai and Karlach both have a tendency to get aggresisve/violent when the other one is hurt/upset. If its a specific person whose made them upset (and you know. it's not someone they already know/just a misunderstanding between friends) they will start threatening and even actually hurt the person responsible if they can get their hands on them. Be careful with upsetting the other one because you will have a homicidal tiefling on your ass and when she catches you she will rip you in half. Trust me on that one. If Wyll and/or Dammon can't talk her down.
When Raphael starts bothering Rai during the course of the game plot, Karlach has absolutely threatened to rip his face off if he dares lay a finger on Rai. This may or may not become foreshadowing, haven't written/planned anything that far ahead just yet so we'll see when/if I get there hahaha. If its just a general "someTHING happened and I am upset" the default is definitely cuddles. They're both absolute cuddle fiends, esp after Karlach's touchable again. If they're not busy adventuring or helping with camp chores they are huddled on a bedroll snuggling, but this is doubly true when one of them is upset because cuddle piles fix everything. "No you may not bother her until she decides she's done, unless you want IN the cuddle pile too then go ahead". You get the idea lolol
What values do they not share? How do they reconcile those differences?
Going with Rai and Dammon for this one bc they're the first ones that came to mind when I looked at this question!
Rai's definitely a warrior/soldier at heart. Fighting comes naturally to her, whether Dammon likes it or not (and assuming that she'd had a "normal" childhood and not been scooped up by Avarice, this would still be true. Just instead she would've probably ended up a Hellrider instead of an Acolyte). It doesn't mean that he's not going to worry, or freak out, when she charges into something dangerous. Especially because Dammon is the opposite. As I said earlier, I think he can fight, he just chooses not to because he doesn't like it.
From Rai's end, it works perfectly fine. She's never expecting Dammon to come with her into battle, she knows he hates it. But Dammon does worry. He's terrified that one day she'll leave for a battle and never come back. And he won't be there, it'll be Wyll and Karlach by themselves coming back to give him the bad news. Dammon doesn't think his heart can take it. He's definitely had panic attacks before because of worrying about Rai charging off into a fight, but he's had to make peace with the fact that it's in her blood and he can't stop her. A frequent exchange between them before Rai runs right into something dangerous is usually Dammon telling her "I don't need you to be a hero, I just need you to be alive and safe" ( D: ). But he has to learn to trust her when she responds with "I promise you, I am coming back. I'm coming home to you when it's over". The more times she does come back, the more he starts to believe it even if the worry doesn't ever completely go away </3.
Rai always makes sure to "check in" with him before and after a fight as a result. Because even if it seems silly to her, she knows Dammon needs to hear her say it. (Also I think once they end up in the closed polycule with Karlach and Wyll, and knowing that they're there to watch eachothers' backs helps Dammon's anxiety be a bit less bad!)
What's different about their backgrounds? Do those differences affect the relationship?
And again bc they were the first pair I thought of after looking at the question, Rai/Wyll ✨
Rai's an orphan, with the Acolyte background because she was raised in a temple in Elturel and the closest thing to a "parent" she ever had was her Mother Superior, Avarice (who is also a Bhaalspawn a.k.a canon-divergent Durge). Even then, Avarice was not at all nurturing past the absolute bare minimum and by that I mean "don't kill the child soldier before she's been put to use in the Blood War" kind of deal. She has no memory of her biological parents whatsoever and doesn't really even know what having parents feels like.
Wyll on the other hand at least has his dad. But as a result of her childhood, Rai doesn't really…understand, the father-son dynamic that Wyll and Ulder have because she never had anything even close to that in her formative years. She's never deliberately confrontational with Ulder but it definitely takes her a LONG time to warm up to him after Wyll tells her about how he ended up pacted with Mizora as a result of what went on between him and his dad. She doesn't want to make things difficult for Wyll (on purpose) or tell him he can't have a relationship with his father. But she definitely doesn't GET it for a good long while and I think that would definitely bleed over into her relationship with Wyll until she can work through it.
(also something to be said for the Nobility/essentially a street urchin class-gap possibly? But no immediate anecdotes come to mind as of typing this. Just that I think that def creates some differences of experience for them that I'll prolly expand upon/explore more as I write more for them! :D)
Who said "I love you" first?
Aaand for this one, I'mma do all the Tav(Rai) ships again, because I think they're all equally cute and I can't just do one sorry! :D So here we goooo, in no particular order ~
Rai and Dammon: Both, pretty much. As discussed in question 10, Rai and Dammon have known eachother pretty much their entire lives. Their "I love you" was a "both of them blurted it out at exactly the same time" deal. When Zevlor recognised Rai and thus let them into the grove, and she started milling around and reconnecting with old friends/acquaintances/found family from Elturel, it takes her a little while to come across Dammon because his makeshift forge is tucked so far into the back of where the tieflings are staying. And while he's close with the other tieflings, Dammon does prefer to keep to himself so when there's a commotion at the gate he doesn't think it's his place to go sticking his nose in. It's probably something to do with a fight, and ever since Avernus he doesn't want much to do with fighting anymore (I'm also a "Dammon is an introvert" truther. And while I think he can wield a sword I feel like he very much chooses not to. Avernus fucking sucked my dudes, and I don't think he enjoys being on or around a battlefield AT ALL after getting back, though he will craft/fix weapons, armour, shields etc for his friends and family and if it called for it (like helping protect the tiefling kiddos during the grove raid, or defending Moonrise with the Tadpole squad and the Harpers) he will pick up a sword and fight if he HAS to. But he'd very much rather not if he has the choice between fighting or not.)
Eventually, she wanders to the back where his forge is and suddenly Rai is hit with a wave of recognition when she catches sight of Dammon and realizes it's him. She ends up getting his attention by calling out to her and at that point he almost burns himself dropping the weapon he'd been putting through the coals because as far as Dammon thought, Rai had died during the fuss with Elturel and he couldn't believe she was here - cue them both almost strangling eachother with hugs, a lot of tears and a very rushed out "I love you" because with the way Rai was carting around looking for a way to get un-tadpoled, they had no idea if there would be a "next time" that they saw eachother alive again and "I need you to know". ;3;
Rai and Wyll: Wyll went first here, but only just. Rai and Wyll's "I love you" was very much both of them were waiting for the other one to say it first because they were worried it was Too Soon(tm) otherwise. Wyll was the one that cracked first and Rai said it back ahem I may also have a fic for this hence why this one is so short, I don't want to spoiler y'all before I'm done w/ the oneshot and that was that.
Rai and Karlach: Rai went first, she'd known she loved Karlach for a while (I'd even make a cheesy "love at first sight" argument for these two tbh lol). Post-Engine upgrade 2, Karlach had a good cry when she realized it had worked, and as she cuddled and comforted her a little "I love you" slipped out into Karlach's hair. Karlach wasn't too far behind, it pretty much went down how it does in-game after they finally get to go to bed on that same night because I just think her getting so excited and yelling "ILOVEYOUTOO!" back at Rai is so goddamn cute that I have to keep it in there ;3; ❤️
#bg3 sort of#couple questions ask meme#mildly n/sfw#suggestive#long post#elven's bg3 headcanons#bg3 oc: tief!saarai#tiefling tav#saarai/wyll#saarai/karlach#saarai/dammon#saarai/karlach/wyll#saarai/karlach/dammon#thank you for picking very fun questions i had a blast writing these#''everyone deserves their own polycule'' truthers unite :P#i am very normal about rai and her polycule (i am physically incapable of being normal about how much i love them. Ever /hj)#also pretty sure i read somewhere that tief tails *aren't* prehensile anymore?? but they are to me so the lore can fight me lmao#also also both wyll and dammon *are* also bi because in her other verse rai's polycule is all-bi so#it makes sense to make dammon bi as well (and wyll is ofc also bi anyway in-game)#so it's not that they're het here they just *happen* to not have a vibe with eachother is all lmao#we had that convo with drunk wyll at the grove party and i couldn't stop fucking laughing#wyll. baby boy. sweetie pie. firstly she loves you *anyway* you silly (affectionate) man.#but besides that; you're complaining about bumpy/spiny dick as if that's not something that's like. if it's *not* canon for tieflings#it *should* be [nodding emphatically]#so you just got 10x as attractive between that and the horns#(actually now that i think about it...#that's prolly about the point in time that wyll realises rai has been doing the fuck-me tail *at him too* and not just at karlach#bc that was her *immediate; instantaneous* response to his complaint about the bumpy dick lmfao)#i love him so much#tw: child abuse mention
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syos-princess · 2 years
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Happy 1st Wedding Anniversary
Tag List: @topstarodeo @of-comfort-and-love @strawberryshipz @winterbl0ss0m (ok to rb~)
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My Dearest Prince,
Ah, it’s finally April 8th…
I can’t believe it’s already been a year since you and I became “Mr. and Mrs. Kurusu“, husband and wife! When we gave each other a promise of love and devotion, took an oath, that lasts for eternity. Time flew by so fast but I couldn’t be happier with you!
Conveying in words how much you mean to me is pretty difficult, you know? I feel so much for you, my husband, and my feelings only get stronger every day! You are there for me when I need you. Whenever I’m sad, I need advice or just so that we can talk about our day while cuddling. You don’t think less of me because of my weak, fragile health or are judging me. Quite the opposite. You’re my biggest supporter, no matter if it’s something big or small. You’re the sunshine in my life, shining brighter than anything I‘ve ever seen before. You’re my best friend who I can trust completely. You’re my Prince who saved me more than once in my life. You’re my knight who protects me and shields me from any harm. You’re my one and only soulmate. You’re the love of my life. You are the best thing that ever happened to me…
When you told me that you made special plans for today, and then took me out to this one café, I was so happy. What an amazing surprise. The very same café we went to on that one December day when we first met. Where you made me laugh for the first time, even though we were practically strangers. The little language barrier didn’t bother us because we understood each other perfectly nonetheless. We became best friends that very same day which soon blossomed into sweet, innocent love…
It’s been a few years now since then. And, believe me, I still am convinced that I’m not worthy of you. (You’re definitely shaking your head right now, babe! I know you too well…) But, what I’m trying to say is, I love you so much and I’ll do anything in my power to become the woman who is deserving of such an amazing man like you someday!
Ah, I just noticed that wrote so much already… I’m so shy but you really manage to bring it out in me every time, haha! I’m going to end the letter here and…I will tell you the rest when we’re face to face again… Very soon…
Happy Anniversary, my Prince!
In Love,
♡ Your Blossom Princess ♡
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ponds-of-ink · 2 years
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Some Clue Design Notes Because Why Not
Here’s some notes of all the main player characters and how they could be portrayed if I made a personal game adaptation. Keep in mind that this was pretty much off the top of my head, so apologies for the era mixups.
Miss Scarlet
*Actress in her prime. Very well-versed in playing “Femme Fatale” roles. Whether or not she likes playing them is unfortunately unclear, as she spends more time pleasing her fans than answering questions.
*Has naturally brunette hair, but knows how to use wigs to “change” hair colors. This goes for makeup as well, but she doesn’t play around with it as often as one thinks. Perhaps she’s planning to be a “woman of a thousand hairstyles”?
*Usually has a smug, collected demeanor. There is a way to rattle her, but you’ll have to pry it out of her freshly cold, dead hands.
*Can also be very flirty, but surprisingly restrained in terms of letting something go “too far”. Either she’s waiting for a special someone, or she already has a special someone. Suspicious…
*Potential Weapon of Choice: Revolver
*Signature Color: Red
Mrs. Peacock
*Wife of a Peacock Feather Specialist… Whatever that means. Her surname wasn’t actually Peacock before marriage, so maybe… Ah, forget it. It’s a mystery in it of itself.
*As a result, she uses peacock feathers in her outfits. Sneak some in her hat, weave some into her dress patterns, intertwine it into her jewelry— You get the picture.
*Has grey streaks in her hair even though she’s middle-aged. Unless she’s out-matched Scarlet in terms of hair tomfoolery, something might be putting her under stress.
*Insists she is innocent, but could be misleading everyone. She is very clever for the wife of a Peacock Feather Specialist… If being a bit dumb is a common character trait of such people. What do I know? 
*Personal Weapon of Choice: Rope
*Signature Color: Blue. Preferably Dark Blue. 
Mrs. White
*Mr. Boddy’s house maid of ten years. Her outfits are surprisingly clean, given her duties (like extensive dusting or making sure the secret passages are tidy enough).
*Knows the most about Mr. Boddy, but prefers to keep things are stored away. She does drop hints at times, but only when needed.
*Looks very healthy and spry for a maid in her 50s, prematurely white hair aside. Perhaps all that running around has kept her in better shape than her last job as a… Perhaps I better not say.
*Her ice-cold demeanor about things can make her feel suspicious at first. However, as it is her default mood, I’d personally suggest not to use it as evidence. Rather, consider any fire in her eyes as a clue— literally or metaphorically.
*Potential Weapon of Choice: Candlestick
*Signature Color(s): White and Black
Mr. Green
*A man who almost became a reverend (or a vicar’s assistant, depending on who you ask), but a lust for gold overcame him. He keeps the nickname “Reverend” as a memento of what could have been… At least, that’s how the story goes.
*Shady avoiding of his past aside, he seems to be your usual conniving salesman. Overly combed hair, absurdly-patterned suit, a shifty look in the eye— Why, if it weren’t for his overall jolly behavior, you’d be forgiven for thinking he was the culprit! 
*Mr. Boddy talked with him about many things. Business proposals, stocks and bonds, how to bet properly, etc. Boddy seemed to not really care, due to what his cousin Dr. Black wrote about Green when they met in England. …Did I mention Green used to live in England? 
*Has a keen eye in detection as much as business, but he sometimes has trouble proving his circumstantial evidence. Whether or not this means he follows the rules of “takes one to know one” is hard to say. Let’s see if he’s too big for his britches… Well, in the metaphorical sense. Literally speaking, he is. 
*Potential Weapon of Choice: Lead Pipe… Though no one knows why.
*Signature Color: Green
Colonel Mustard
*A retired explorer from some undocumented journey in a far-off jungle. He seems to have tagged along with Mr. Green, due to both having British accents of some kind.
*Very prompt and matter-of-fact. This seems to have carried over from his traveling days, where he earned the nickname of “Colonel of the Jungle”. He may also be a bit (intellectually) slow, but he makes up for it in other ways. A naturally strong build being one of them.
*Doesn’t actually like the condiment mustard. Something about it bringing up bad memories of foreign cuisine. Still, he accepts the fact that his last name is the same as this “loathsome” food item.
*The strange thing is: His jungle travel ended years ago, yet no real records have really been uncovered (locked-up journals aside). He’s mentioned things in passing, but Mr. Boddy and Mrs. White seem to know what really happened back there.
*Potential Weapon of Choice: Knife
*Signature Color: Mustard Yellow
Professor Plum
*An English Professor with a love of reading in his spare time. Can be often seen browsing Mr. Boddy’s selection of books in the Library.
*Has knowledge on various topics, thanks to all that studying. Poetry, how to handle tools in violent ways, historical artifacts and where they could be located… It’s a wonder he isn’t a detective himself.
*Very professional-looking, messy ginger hair aside. It does appear, however, that he doesn’t mind getting his hands (or outfit) a little scuffed up. 
*Is very reserved, but can talk your ear off when he’s in a fit of passion over a beloved topic. He did this several times with Mr. Boddy, who listened intently. Could it be that one of these encounters somehow flew off the rails? 
*Potential Weapon of Choice: Wrench
*Signature Color: Plum Purple
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Guys~~~~~~~~~~ LOOK WHAT ARRIVED IN THE MAIL TODAY.  XD
So, there is a certain ridiculously adorable Thermos commercial that Zhu Yilong was in a little while back.  And I might have gotten... JUST a tad obsessed with it.  Because 1) the Thermoses are adorable as HELL, 2) Z1L is adorable as hell, and 3) he is apparently some kind of fairy Thermos-father and I have SO MANY QUESTIONS STILL and I don’t know if I ever want answers, but I think about those questions a LOT.  XD
Anyway, after a little shared enabling and geeking out with @spicymayoblandketchup​ about this Thermos and commercial, we may have... both gone looking for it.  IIRC, they found it first, and then I found a place it could actually be BOUGHT FROM and... here we are?  XD
Anyway, the Thermoses are even cuter in person than expected and they and all the adorable little extras spark SO MUCH JOY.
I am a very happy chibi, today.  ^_________^
(Bonus below the cut if you dare... ;D)
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Me modeling one of the masks?  ;D  Surprisingly comfortable, decently fitted, and pretty good coverage!  ^_^
I think I know what I’ll be wearing the first day I go back to work!  XD
...maybe it’ll help allay the anxiety.  XD
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notes on your kisses with him
hi everyone!! (*´꒳`*) this is a pretty different post from what i usually do, but i really want to thank you all for the kind messages sent for the latest hc that i posted (yes, your screaming in the tags is counted as kind messages in my book (^ω^)i relish in those). especially after seeing those messages , be it on discord or on tumblr, i decided to share my notes on how i wrote these hcs and why i wrote in certain details !! hopefully, these notes can deepen your appreciation of the hcs
if you haven’t seen them, click here for quick access! (i’ll also have to update my masterlist aaaa (*´Д`*))
this post will be under the cut since it will touch on gen notes + individual character notes, so it will be long ^^;
general notes
to start this off, these hcs were originally supposed to be confession hcs instead of kissing hcs. i don’t know what possessed me, but i wanted to present these confession hcs not in the typical bullet points that i do, but in a prose poetry style where almost everything is an incomplete sentence, pretty much how people would describe a certain aesthetic. riddle’s hc was originally going to be something like:
Books towering over him. Papers scattered across the desk. Head spinning. Alice spiraling down the rabbit’s hole. Confusion. Confusion. Confusion.
but my good friend @mobagehelllocal suggested doing kisses instead, and i realized how much more fitting kisses would be with the kind of writing style i wanted to do ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ so kissie kissie toime
when i wrote heartslabyul and savanaclaw, they were all incomplete sentences merged in one paragraph. as i finished jack’s, i had so many ideas for azul and his kisses that a paragraph couldn’t do it justice!! (*´Д`*) and when i looked over what i had written out, i realized that not everyone might not understand what it is i want to convey. more than anything, i really want my audience to understand the pictures i’m trying to paint in their heads. so i hastily changed their paragraphs into the current descriptions you see today………… and by hastily changed, i meant i changed six of them at midnight of valentines in the bathroom while procrastinating by watching videos
i won’t lie, i had no idea how erotic my writing came out until people pointed it out 😳 i knew it had that eroticism due to the sensual descriptions, but i didn’t think it was by that much 😅 well, i do have plans to write nsfw in the future ;) but i’m still not sure yet on that!!
character notes
riddle rosehearts
ah yes, he was the first character i wrote for. he’s definitely one of the few with a softer more innocent description xD his scene is written with the idea of it being his first kiss, hence the nervousness.
the thing i want to highlight in these notes is this line:
Grey eyes quiver while gazing at you, the eyes of an Alice lost in her way in this Wonderland and not a Queen of Hearts who commanded the room.
this was the first thing that came to my mind when i wrote for riddle. i think what’s fascinating about riddle’s character is that he’s his own kind of alice despite being based off of the queen of hearts. the poor boy only knows how to cast magic, study, and obey & enforce the rules. otherwise, he’s pretty clueless about the world (´;ω;`). i wanted to show that side to him especially since he wants to make sure you’re okay with this and that you feel comfortable with him 🥺
speaking of, riddle is one of the few good bois, at least in terms of nrc standards ahahaha we know trey’s one hell of a pushover for him, but he is right in saying that riddle isn’t a bad person. he isn’t at all— he does look out for everyone in ways that he sees fit, even if he may not know that what he’s doing begets more harm than good. that’s why his description is fluffier than most of the boys.
lastly, the “note of lost childhood” line is probably one of my favorite lines in this hc overall xD but truth be told, i didn’t know how you can really taste that. i just thought ‘ok he probably drank some bitter tea that day lol i hope no one questions it’
trey clover
oh this man was hard to write for. i already knew that he’d be such a tease, but to make his part seem more… artsy?… was pretty hard. it’s mostly why i threw in a bunch of sweets there just to make it seem nice.
i do think that a romantic relationship with trey would be full of light teasing kisses!! for no particular reason, he’ll kiss any part of your face and then walk away. and when you do beg for him to kiss you more, he’ll just laugh and say no.
but if you do press his buttons right, you’re in for a sweet ride that no cake or chocolate can take you on 😌
cater diamond
holy shit, cater’s is my favorite hc to write, along with jade’s. when i first wrote it, i knew i was spewing out words, and before i knew it, i made cater’s part so good that i felt my standards raise (´;ω;`)
i deeply associate cater with the high school romance. young, carefree, spontaneous, that’s my association with him. for whatever reason, i imagine reader being in a sports car with him where they drive on the road at sunset, singing songs like tiktok (by kesha), party in the usa, teenage dream, and dj got us falling in love again. bonus if it’s a bridge they’re driving on so there’s a view of a river on both sides. he radiates that sort of nostalgia too.
i also associate cater with the hookup culture to be honest. it’s part of why i wrote in the lines:
Your tongues dance like feet on a disco floor. Spontaneous. Stimulating. Seducing. Perhaps there are passers-by, but the world no longer matters except the spotlight illuminating you and him.
i do associate parties with being places where you end up meeting people to hook up with them 😅 maybe it could be a narrow-minded way of seeing them, but the association is strong. and the passers-by line? i thought of the stereotypical fuckboy who probably kisses someone in the halls, and i associate them with the hookup culture as well.
of course, cater’s got ✨ depression ✨ so his part’s not gonna be so sunny. the sunset imagery already hints at that, actually: the end of a bright day, having to say goodbye to the sun and hello to the darkness once again. and that’s why forever can’t exist for him. ʅ(◞‿◟)ʃ
ace trappola
oh, ace’s was fun to write. i also associate him with the high school romance + fuck boy trope, except he’s a bigger shit than cater is. where cater is pda at sunset with a touch of depression, ace is a bet made for fun, and he always ends up winning. i wanted to be a shit to ace too, though, so i was compelled to write a reader who is not gonna stand being a rug stepped on by him 😤
his part is especially inspired by giga’s ch4nge. there’s a line in the chorus where he sings “i’m the only one who can take that ace” (eng tl from dongdang’s cover), so i went ‘aw hell yeah, this is made for ace trappola.’
most importantly, i wanted to highlight his immaturity through the cherry taste and the way reader easily gained control. actually, i never eaten cherries or cherry pie before, so i just went screw it and winged it ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ sweetness represents naivety to me. it gives me the image of a child who only really wants to be fed sugary things. you also see this in riddle’s part. as for reader gaining control over him, i imagined ace thought victory was in his grasp for sure, but nah he just didn’t think that far ahead lol so now he’s gotta fight for control again kek
deuce spade
the other sweet boy whose descriptions are fluffy! i really envisioned first time kisses with him like with riddle, so he’s just as nervous as well. xD the difference between him and riddle is that riddle is straightforward and will commit to it while deuce is still a bit scared.
i never thought of sunny mornings with mom’s breakfast cooking in the kitchen with deuce until i wrote that. he definitely fits that! he loves eggs, and he loves his mom so much. not gonna lie, though, trey probably became his second mom in nrc because who else would be cooking eggs for him? xD
deuce’s eyes are one of my most favorite eyes. i can never get over how vibrant and clear they always seem, like a bright sky on a sunny day. then there’s his school uniform vignette where he describes feeling like he’s one with the wind when he rides a magical wheel and when he runs. so i went with the imagery of the sky. there’s just no other way for me to perfectly describe his eyes, honestly 🥺
leona kingscholar
man, leona’s was hard, but truth be told, he was the easiest to write for among the savanaclaw boys. all i knew was that his kisses were going to be possessive and domineering.
thing is, i don’t want to write something that’s just all carnal action unless there’s a purpose, you feel? i didn’t want to say “moans in the room. sheets on the floor. tongue greedy for you.” and be done with it. especially for leona, who is a deeply complex character that i still haven’t fully grasped, i needed to add something.
and then i remembered: kings can’t rule alone. it is true. queens are allowed to rule without kings, but kings aren’t allowed to rule without queens. of course, i didn’t want to write in something like “he needs his queen by his side, so you’ll indulge him this once” or else it might sound like i’m writing solely for the female gender, which i’m not.
in a way, that also works in my favor because in the story, leona doesn’t actually use king in the literal sense. he doesn’t really want the literal crown, he wants the crown of adoration and praise. he needs that support too 😔
ruggie bucchi
i think among the characters, ruggie was the hardest. it’s mostly because he’s one of the characters i barely pay attention to, so i had no idea how to write his part or how to make it artsy. all i knew was that kisses with him would be like eating a feast or quenching a parched throat, but again, i don’t want to make it all carnal action.
a friend suggested the taste of donuts, and i remembered all those cheap donuts that i would be forced to eat as a kid xD i really didn’t like them because the sweetness tasted so cheap and artificial, and that’s what i imagined as i wrote ruggie’s part. he definitely chowed down on those sort of donuts especially before nrc. this is probably the only part of ruggie’s that has some feeling and emotion xD
jack howl
honestly, jack’s is probably my simplest and shortest one. it’s (i think?) the least erotic of savanaclaw’s hcs because he would date to marry. he’s not gonna fuck around and kiss just about anyone.
that’s why i gave him this imagery of refreshing-ness. in a world where lots of people casually date and hookup, i think a guy like jack is like finding a green plant amidst a dead field. he is a loyal guy, and he will take a relationship seriously. when he’s willing to have a passionate kiss with you, it means a lot.
azul ashengrotto
remember what i said about not writing pure carnal action unless there’s a purpose? wellllllll that’s going out the window for azul and the tweels. 🤡 octavinelle has the most erotic hcs (not intentional), and it says a lot that it’s my favorite dorm.
but there’s a purpose to this. i wrote this with the idea that azul and the tweels are kissing the reader because they get something out of it, and same goes for reader. until octavinelle gets their personal issues fixed, there’s no sweet romance for this part. ʅ(◞‿◟)ʃ
anyway, zooming in on azul, i feel like i didn’t make his feel azul enough, if it makes sense? i feel like i could probably rewrite it, but i’m mainly saying this because azul is my all time favorite, and with all time favorites, it’s never enough. 🤪
since it’s canon that azul can sing well, i envisioned the tales of sailors drowning because of sirens. his kisses would have that sort of effect. he’ll make you want him so bad that you won’t care if you drown just to chase for him.
the push and pull description for azul… he has a duality to him. he’s so well guarded and smug, carrying himself with confidence and a bit of arrogance, but he also hides a sensitivity he has. if he were to fall in love with someone, i imagine his feelings being like waves on a beach: retracting and pulling away to maintain a sense of perfection, but eventually coming back because he wants you so much.
jade leech
i mentioned earlier that jade’s is my other favorite hc i wrote. it’s mainly because of two things.
from the start, his hc is based on his um “shock the heart”. that’s why there are descriptions of sparks and electricity. now there’s also another thing i was referencing here: the lightning that zapped ursula in the movie (at least, i think it zapped her, but my memory is foggy). the same kind of reference is also seen in floyd’s but in a different way of course. to make up for the lack of sweetness in the kiss, i put in references. xD
the second thing is that i just like the way it turned out. among all the tastes that i described, jade’s is my favorite because i liked the way i tried to say mushrooms but not quite. the intoxicating part was to reference mushrooms as well since some fungi are poisonous. and yet, he knows exactly what to do to get you to take in more of the poison. maybe that’s why he’s kissing you, he’s just trying to force feed you mushrooms.
notably, jade doesn’t touch you as much as how azul and floyd touch you. admittedly, this was accidental, but i like to think that it’s because jade is the best at hiding his true feelings among the trio that he wouldn’t be as touchy. he’ll hold your cheek of course, but he wouldn’t full on embrace you.
floyd leech
like jade, i referenced floyd’s um here. this is technically spoilers for en-only players, so i won’t mention the name, but if you have been reading the wiki or have been hearing from other places, you’ll most probably know what it’s called.
his part also references ursula’s death, except it’s the part where she drags down a ship as she sinks to her death. that’s why there’s a lot of holding and touchiness in the fic.
when i wrote the part about his taste, i did notice that it’s similar to azul such that there’s a variety of tastes. floyd’s is more like a fun explosion of flavors that somehow work, whereas azul’s seems more put together, if that’s the best way to describe it. honestly, it was also unintentional. xD
if you reached the end, congrats W(`0`)W !! and i want to thank you guys again for the messages you gave for that hc. at the rate it’s going, i might make a part 2 with scarabia, pomefiore, ignihyde, and diasomnia, so do look forward to that 😳
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buckydeniro · 3 years
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This Is Trouble
part 1
dad’sbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader
a/n: okay, i’m prettyyy new to writing and this is my first jab at writing a series or something that isn’t a hc so please be gentle with me. this could be complete shit and suck ass but ya know what, oh well! i’m a slut for dad’sbestfriend!bucky so here ya go! i really hope you enjoy it!! :-)
summary: you didn’t plan this. he didn’t either. you thought you would come home from college, spend some time with your dad, and find a place for yourself to live. but you soon found yourself in a sexual tension filled challenge with your dad’s best friend. but what happens when feelings develop and they become too strong to deny?
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"Dad." You groan as he covers your eyes with his hands. You had just graduated college and after a few days spent packing up your stuff from your apartment near school and saying your goodbyes to your friends, you're finally back home. Your dad had the biggest grin on his face when he picked you up and you had a feeling he was up to something even though he swore he wasn't.
Now with his hands over your eyes in front of the door of your childhood home, you knew he was up to something.
"What's going on?" You ask, hearing the sound of people shuffling and a few shushing each other behind the door. "I know you hate surprises but you're back home so you're going to have to deal with it for the sake of your poor dad who has missed his daughter." You chuckle, a smile pulling at your lips.
You loved your dad. Your mom left when you were fairly young, hadn't even hit the double digits age range yet before her and your dad decided it was best to part ways. She never called or wrote, just left. But you made your way with your dad.
The sound of the door opening shakes you from your thoughts. Your dad removing his hands from your eyes to reveal a moderate sized group of family and friends before you.
Your eyes go big the exact moment they all yell out "Surprise!!" A red hot blush rushes to your cheeks and you smile bashfully, never having been one to like being the center of attention. You don't catch it but if you did you would have seen your dads best friend leaning against the kitchen doorway, lips moving up into a smile at your reaction.
"Okay, this was a pretty good surprise." Your smile blooms from shy and uncomfortable to happy and touched. You immediately hug your father, "Thank you. So much."
He gives you a tight squeeze causing you to choke out, "Dad." Chuckling at him as he lets go, letting air refill your lungs.
"I'm gonna give you some time with everyone. Good luck." With a kiss to the side of your head, Everyone begins rushing up, congratulating you, hugging you, commenting on how much you've grown and changed.
After nodding at one of the older womans dramatized comments about how she could hardly recognize you now, you feel someone watching you. Your eyes smoothly and quickly find Bucky, and you're almost thrown off actual physical balance at how good he looks. Holy shit. You swallow, your stomach doing a flip. Okay, what the fuck was that, stomach?
Not only have you changed but so as he. You breathe in through your nose as you take him in. The light stubble dancing on his jaw, a tight black shirt, the chains of his dog tags peaking out from the shirts collar. See he still wears those, you think to yourself. His black jeans matching his black boots have you trying not to bite your lip. You blink and quickly turn away, zoning back into the atmosphere around you.
He's always been attractive but jesus, when did he get that attractive. I guess you've both grown.
Apparently the lady, Lila, had still been talking to you, unaware your attention was pulled elsewhere for a moment. Firing questions off at you at a rapid speed, not stopping to hear your answers. So she's basically just having a conversation with herself and you've been deemed the appropriate audience for aome reason.
You hear footsteps coming towards you, flicking your eyes up, you see Bucky walking and stopping right in front of you. Oh my god. He smells amazing. No. What the fuck are you thinking? Reign it in, Y/N.
"Lila, don't wear the poor girl out." His bright, friendly smile drifting from her to you and you can't help the smile mirroring his on your lips. "Oh, I'm not." She chides, squeezing your arm softly with affection, "But I'll go." She playfully sighs and walks away.
Bucky's eyes haven't left yours, that contagious smile still on his face. "Welcome home, kid." That Brooklyn drawl has you biting your lip as you smile. It was a completely innocent movement, a habit you picked up a few years ago but it causes Bucky to look down at your lips, quickly flicking his gaze back to you as he inhales, mentally shaking thoughts from his head.
"Thank you, Mr. Barnes." You say politely. Bucky pulls a face and laughs, causing you to laugh along with him. Why is everything he does so contagious? He shakes his head as he speaks. "No, no, kid. Call me Bucky."
You nod your head once before pulling a face of your own. "Okay, but you can't call me 'kid' anymore. I'm 22, Bucky." The new 'title' leaving your mouth like an acception to a challenge.
He nods his head, lifting his hands up in mock defence, smirking at the way you said his name.
"Okay, okay. I got it. Y/N." His voice falls soft, almost sounding like he just found out what your name was and was calling you by it for the first time.
"Ah, Y/N, see you've caught up with Buck." Your dad grins, slapping a friendly hand on Bucky's shoulder. "Come on, party is out back."
Steve leads the way, both you and Bucky following. You purse your lips, fighting off a smile and Bucky snorts. "Party." You say quietly, glancing at Bucky as he retorts back speaking quietly so your dad doesn't hear, "Oh yeah, it's raging, can't you tell? Might just give them college parties of yours a run for their money."
You hum in acknowledgement, "You might be right, Barnes. But, I have been to some good ones."
"Barnes, huh?" You can't quite read the look on his face. All you know is that you're both looking at each other with some kind of playfulness, like the beginning of a new game has just started and you're on opposing sides.
"Mhm. Barnes." You overly dictate the 'B' in his name, drawing the 'A' out a bit, making a clicking sound with the side of your mouth, your focus forward.
Your dad turns around, clapping you softly on the shoulder, "Have fun, hon. One of the guys is calling for me. Sam! I'm coming!" You watch as your dad huffs, jogging up to his friend, swatting the spatula away from his hands, focus on the grill Sam was, I guess, butchering.
"So, you still do that." You turn your head back to Bucky, furrowing your eyebrows a little, tilting your head slightly, confusion lightly appearing on your face. "Do what?"
He puts his gloved covered hands into his jacket pockets, clearing his throat, "You make that sound when you're focusing on something or are nervous." There's a slight pause before he speaks up again. "You nervous with the get together or bein' back home or somethin'?"
You didn't realize you even did that. You were a little nervous but it wasn't because of the party your dad threw for you. It was because of Bucky. It's a good nervous but it confuses you none the less.
"Yeah. Just being back home." You nod, lips tugging up at the corner for a smile. "The change and everything."
Bucky doesn't look quite convinced but lets it go. Your attention is drawn forward, wanting to look anywhere but Bucky. The way he looks at you was fogging up your brain.
"You still wear the dog tags."
This time he tilts his head, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. "I can notice things too, Bucky." You whisper with a smile, your attention turning back to him, causing him to chuckle.
"Well, they are mine, Doll." You both freeze. Fuck, he thinks. It just slipped out. He couldn't help it. He's fucked it now, shit. But you chew on your bottom lip, fighting back a smile but the hint of it is there and Bucky catches it and feels as if he can breathe again.
"Doll, huh?" You repeat his words back to him.
With a slight cocky tilt of his head, a subtle smirk and something dancing in both of your eyes, he throws it right back at you. Repeating your own words, the exact way you said them to him, "Mhm. Doll."
Before you could react, say anything, he had turned and casually walked away, yelling a hello at one of his and your dad's old friends and although you couldn't see his face, he had the biggest smirk on it. You let out a breath, not knowing what to make of yours and his interaction.
It was Bucky. Just Bucky. Your dad's best friend. He was just being friendly and teasing. Normal. But as you walk to grab a beer from the cooler near by, you can't help but question a little, "Right?"
Straightening your back, you feel eyes on you and you immediately know whose they are. Turning your head, you lock eyes with the brown haired man, taking a swig of his beer.
Your brain repeating the question again, "..Right?"
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nanastea · 3 years
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bringing home a stray animal
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order: how does jujutsu kaisen characters react to you bringing home a stray animal?
pairings: choso + haibara yuu + inumaki toge zen’in maki x gn!reader
word count: 223 + 224 + 318 + 225
tags: fluffy!
date: apr. 24, 2021
nana’s note: ahh i wrote this because i did not have anything for inumaki nor maki and that is illegal :( plus i was in the mood for choso and yuu because they deserve love~ ALSO: haibara yuu is a character that is only in the manga!! for now ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄*₎◞ ̑̑ if you saw this before, you did not...they weren’t showing up in tags :(
previous order: and for what?
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𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨
he’s hesitant at first, but agrees because he can’t say no to you :(
when you had left for work, choso is now faced with a panting dog, sitting in front of his feet and tail swishing behind
the dog had been following him around ever since you left
so, choso decided that if the dog was going to be that way, might as well make use of it
he pretty much makes the dog assist him in doing chores around the house
he lets the dog push the basket of laundry to the patio where choso currently hangs up the clothes
also teaches the dog how to arrange the pillows correctly on the couch and on the bed
doesn’t hesitate to also teach the canine to water the garden in the backyard or dig holes so choso can plant a new flower or vegetable
choso’s patience is impeccable
he’s grown up as the oldest of a large family, harboring the most responsibility and work, so he knows how to handle almost any situation
and so when the dog accidentally knocks something or has a rough (ah. ha.) day, choso cleans it up and scolds the canine as if it were any of his siblings
choso eventually comes to adore the dog and always praises it for helping him
they have a very strong bond ;)
𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐲𝐮𝐮
so happy !!
because if his cheerful and bright personality, yuu and the dog hit it off right away
vibes. through the roof
the dog loves being around yuu and always whimpers and sulks by the door when the sorcerer left for work
you tried your best to coax the puppy into playing, but the dog refused and quite literally would not leave the doorway until your boyfriend had gotten back home
oh boy, but when the dog hears the familiar steps and door open to find the familiar figure of his owner, the tail does not stop wagging
you’re afraid he’s wagging it too hard that he’d dislocate it
but all is well when yuu smothers the puppy with the long awaited love and kisses
good heartedly yet joking, you told your boyfriend that he’d been spending so much time with the puppy and that you were left all alone
poor boy had felt so guilty that he made it up to you with all his kisses and warm cuddles
unfortunately the puppy you picked up from the alleyway was not pleased to say the least
and had always made it his duty to nudge his way into every crook and cranny to steal the kisses from your boyfriend
to say the least, the dog will think yuu is the savior and not you :(
𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞
you brought the black cat home after continually coming across it whenever you came back home from school
now standing at the front of the door, your blonde boyfriend stands kind of in disbelief
the following day once you leave for school, toge is left home with the cat and they do nothing but stare into each other’s eyes as if they were staring into each other’s souls :/
because of toge’s limited communicative vocabulary, it’s pretty hard to talk to the cat without appealing to it with food ingredients
but when the boy is in the kitchen making his signature rice balls, the cat hops onto the counter and watches intently
upon instinct, toge feeds the cat some tuna filling and boy did his eyes sparkle when the cat gobbles that up and raises its paw to pat the human’s hand for more
the boy finds a sense of satisfaction upon seeing that and mindlessly feeds the cat as much as it could until it turned its head and hops off the counter
their next innocent interaction is when toge was lying on the couch, watching random videos on his phone when the cat hops and crawls atop his chest and just,,,lays down, snuggling and purring as it falls asleep
toge has no clue what to do and he’s tense, but he tries his best to lay still and leave the cat alone
but his chest blooms with satisfaction because this meant the cat was comfortable enough with him, right?
a lot of time had passed when you get home with the cat still on toge who is still in the same position but you notice his strained expression as he points to the hallway indicating he needs to use the washroom
bringing home a stray to inumaki would start out with an awkward interaction but soon they both warm up to each other and are inseparable
𝐳𝐞𝐧'𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢
not impressed.
i just know that maki would be in utter disbelief
she loves you and your habit of bringing any little trinket you find on your way home, but bringing a stray dog was definitely stepping over the line
to say the least, it took a lot of convincing to finally let the dog stay in your shared flat
when maki is left alone with the dog, she keeps a close eye on it just in case it ruins anything in the apartment
maki also trains the dog with different commands and tricks and out of that she finds herself developing a deep rooted satisfaction when the dog obeys
what she doesn’t realize is that the corners of her mouth quirks up into a grin whenever the dog does anything cute or successfully follows through a trick
you told her that she looked cute with the dog to which she scoffed and uttered how delusional you were but you don’t miss the flush of her cheeks
despite her unwavering attention to the dog, maki still refuses to admit that she’s grown fond of the stray
so when it comes to maki and bringing home a stray, she’s unimpressed yet she eventually warms up,,,,and it’s also kind of tough love
she loves the dog but she trains it as if it’d go exorcise curses :/
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softliebgott · 3 years
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— a drink for the season
about: “omg could you do the prompt "did you spike the eggnog again?" with nixon 😆 - anonymous
warnings: fem!reader, alcohol, cigarettes, explicit language
word count: 719
a/n: this has been…sitting very patiently in my drafts. i’ve been nervous to write nix for the first time, so here goes 🥴
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the wind wrote its autumnal lyrics with leaves scratching the ground and chattering in the trees. every breath of the season was cold. no matter how enchanting the chromatic trees or laughter of children leaping into leaf piles, the memories the wind swept back were often too much. none of the boys dealt with the cold the same, but the warm laughter and warmer smiles that helped them cope echoed in lewis nixon’s home. it put the fireplace out of business.
reunions like this eased the angry scar tissue of their minds. you could tell by the way the boys passed stories and jokes, how relaxed their postures were. despite the cinnamon candles, the stale, pungent scent of cigarettes overwhelmed the room and hung in the air like condensation. you didn’t mind. you valued the boys’ comfort.
as you passed around the eggnog, lewis returned from letting his dog outside. it padded over to mingle with trigger. 
you set the tray down to bring lewis his own cup. rosiness tinted his nose and stubbled cheeks.
“it’s colder than my ex-wife out there,” he mumbled, shrugging off his coat.
you plucked a leaf from his disheveled hair and raked your fingers through it, tidying it. “now, now, no need for that.” you handed him the eggnog. “it’s a time for celebration.”
“ah, thanks honey.” grateful for the cup’s warmth, he placed a hand on the small of your back to press you against him. his cool lips on yours made goosebumps prickle along your spine. “let’s get back to the daycare entertainment,” he said, guiding you over to open seats next to winters.
“ey, web, where’d you even learn german from anyway?” liebgott asked, lounging with his feet crossed on the table. “i thought you only did literature.”
“well, language comes with literature,” webster said as if it were obvious.
“i heard you told some krauts to behave for a fuckin’ cookie. you get that from your nanna?” liebgott chewed his gum like a catfish mouthing flour balls.
“so what if i did? she was a respectable woman, and the rules were fair. where are you on your big house and banging like a bunny?”
“you can’t rush love, web.”
webster rolled his eyes.
amused, you gazed at the two above the rim of your cup of hot chocolate. you wrapped your hands around the cup to share its warmth, and when you set it on your lap you didn’t realize you had given yourself a chocolate moustache.
lewis placed a finger under your chin to turn your face to him. he used his thumb to wipe away the chocolate, tracing the fullness of your lips. he kept steady eye contact with you as he brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked on the pad. “might have to switch the vat for you.”
your heart palpitated and you pursed your lips, trying to resist grinning like an overly enthused idiot. “we’re among company,” you whispered in warning.
he nursed his eggnog, eyeing you as if that were a challenge.
“behave.” you arched an eyebrow.
“or what? you’ll give me a cookie?”
“i’ll tell you where i hid the vat bottles.” you had been trying to work with him on his alcoholism, and he obliged, but you didn’t completely rob him of his beloved drink. cutting him off on the whole would send him into hysterics.
“mm,” he pressed his mouth into a thin line.
you squinted, suspicious. you were sure you had found a better spot, but you noticed how boisterous the boys were becoming. they were throwing darts at a picture of hitler. george hollered, “freestyle acupuncture, bitch!”
you looked back to lewis. “did you spike the eggnog again?”
“how could i?” he acted his innocence, eyes wide. “i’ve been here the whole time.”
“oh, lew. with the boys like this they’ll be staying overnight.”
“they’re the best company to have. they’re my family as much as anybody.”
you smiled and reached for his hand to which he squeezed in response. easy company warmed lewis better than the sun. they were as deep down in his heart as they’ve ever been; they were in him like his pulse but gave him more life than his own body did. he hoped to make these reunions stick like a holiday.
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redheadedpineapple · 3 years
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Hey author san. I absolutely love your writings. They are making me so happy. Why didn't i get notifications when you posted. I searched your blog and found out... you were the sweetest person who wrote the angel sanji. I was the one who requested thatt!
Can I request for Y!Ace X Reader please. Your yandere Scenario made me crave for more yandere. 🙊. Not too gore or blood please. I am in loveeeee with your writings. How did I not get notifications from your blog? Im still sad about that.
Yandere! Portgas D. Ace x GN!Reader
TYSM <3 i’m so glad i can make people happy!! also, notifs can be weird with tumblr, but if you’d like i can tag you for my posts so you get notifs >< also!! if you’re on mobile, it might help to go into your Settings > General > Dashboard Preferences > then turn off Best Stuff first! it makes it show stuff at the top that’s been posted recently instead of stuff tumblr thinks you’ll like !
Yandere word count: 844
──────〔Portgas D. Ace〕────── GN!Reader reader is p weak, ace takes advantage of that, suggestive content and comments, somnophilia 
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Portgas D. Ace is impatient. He can’t help but take action the moment he decides he wants you. He makes the decision when you smile at him at the shop. You smile at him differently than you smile at the other customers, and he can feel his heartbeat quicken. 
To ease his curious mind, he approaches you and asks for help in picking out his bouquet. Without describing the occasion at all, you go into flowers for love and romance, and he decides you must feel the same rush he does when you look at him. So he talks to you more, and as you realise he wants more conversation than what flowers look best together and mean the most, you tell him your break is in half an hour and you’ll see him then. 
When you two sit down for coffee, he pushes you for information about yourself. He finds you love your little flower shop and company of plants. When he asks, you insist you wouldn’t give it up for the world. Rather, it was your world. 
He does the only thing he can think of and burns it down. Not with you around, of course! He would never hurt you like that. 
From up on a roof hidden by the night and chaos of a roaring fire, Ace watches tragedy strike your heart as your hard earned shop goes up in flames. He watches as you run away from the scene with tears in your eyes, desperate to get away from the heart crushing sight and suffocating atmosphere of shouting and screaming. 
He makes the decision that you officially need him as you stumble along the beach hopelessly. The sand huffs as you fall to your knees, letting out sobs. 
You cry for what feels like hours until you’re so exhausted you can hardly even keep yourself sat upright. As your body sways in fatigue, Ace rushes over to catch you before you fall. His arms are secure and warm, carrying you as his fire powered boat pushes you two along the splashing waves. Half lidded eyes gaze up at him, pupils swimming in your eyes as your dizzy mind tries to make sense of what’s happened. It’s all for naught when your vision blanks and you fall completely limp in his arms. 
Ace decides he quite likes the feeling. 
When he finds a place to stay, he lies you in bed and curses his fire powers, wishing for ice as your temperature skyrockets. Still, he does the best he can to cool your fever, and in a few hazy days, you’re back to normal temperatures.
While you don’t remember much while you were awake, Ace couldn’t erase the way you depended on him so heavily, looking at him like you knew you’d die without him. Don’t worry, though! Ace would die without you, too---he’s certain now. He has to have you. 
He’s giddy as he notices you gaining consciousness again, hopefully feeling much better. You move to sit up, and he rushes over to support you. 
“Hey, careful there baby, you’re comin’ off a pretty harsh fever.”
Rubbing your eyes, you inspect the face of the man taking care of you. His expression is soft, contrast to his sharp jawline and defined features. Freckles are spread across his face, and you think it’s rather cute compared to the rest of his more manly appearance. 
You smile. “Ah, thank you. You must have taken care of me, and I really appreciate that. How sweet of you.”
Oh, how little did you know, how unaware you were to how much he really took care of you. Every little need of yours was met with passion and desire on his end, wanting nothing more than to fill each little need.
“I must ask though, where am I? This is hardly a room of a hospital.”
He chuckles and sits on the side of the bed. “We’re just at an inn I’m staying at, no need for paranoia. You seemed more than ill physically all washed up on the beach like that. I’m not harbouring a lunatic now, am I?” he asked, smiling to himself at his own little joke. 
But you panicked at his comment, shaking your head furiously. “No, no no! Ah, bad idea,” you murmured, moving your hand up to massage your temples. 
“Oh, baby, c’mere.” He pulls you into his lap facing him, and he wraps his arms around your body. “You’re just so sensitive, aren’t you?” he coos, cradling the back of your head and gently petting your hair with his thumb. 
“Uhm… Ace, right?” He nods. “I should really get going, I have lots of work to do,” you say, trying to shimmy off his lap, but his hold is strong. 
“Poor thing, you are. Always trying to overwork yourself. You can grow as many flowers as you’d like, plants from all over the world, let’s get you back home, alright?”
If only your desperate innocence had a little more paranoia to understand he meant your new home. 
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junhuiste · 3 years
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twice twice baby (preview)
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pairing: jake x gn reader x sunghoon
word count: 2200
tags/warnings: fluff, slight angst, college!au, hockey player!jake, ice skater!sunghoon, sports med assistant!reader, slowburn, mutual pining, cursing, slightly suggestive scenes
a/n: this is just a preview of the bigger piece i plan to publish much later, so it pretty much only has jake, sorry hoonists! also gonna address it here while we’re at it, but i wanna apologize to everyone who sent requests in! i have them all plotted, most drafted and written, but i didn’t realize when i moved back home how busy i would be with work, summer classes, and looking for an apartment! i will have them published before the end of summer though! this piece is coming out before only because i wrote it well before finals week lol
taglist: please let me know if you wanna be part of the taglist!
Being in a parallelogram (or was it a dodecagon? A triangle? whatever) with the two notorious ‘Ice Hotties’ at your college, Jake Sim, the captain of the hockey team, and Park Sunghoon, the world class figure skater, is easy. Geometry isn’t that complicated...right?
As you entered into the arena, a cold blast of air struck, prompting you to jump slightly in your tracks, cursing that it was men’s hockey season and not basketball anymore. Albeit arms shivering, knees wobbling, and barely being able to make any strides at all, you weren’t distraught and to some extent trembling because of the ice rink or the ice packs inside the pouch seemingly glued to your waist, or hell, even the unnecessary air conditioner giving its all. Really, did they need to keep that fucking thing on when it was already polar-arctic-adjacent inside the arena? Probably to keep the rink from oozing into water and having Atlantis actually come to fruition...whatever, fuck the cold!
“Y/N, let’s get on it. We’re a bit late.” The head athletic trainer indicated, speed-walking a little too quickly for your liking, but what were you to do when your chest was heaving upon arrival at the ice center? Suck it up? Collapse and crawl into a ball?
Nodding, even though she was practically scurrying and leaving your curtailing ass in the dust, you heightened your pace despite the fact that your legs were about to give out at any second. Weren’t cold spaces supposed to make a solid more rigid, not turn your legs to jelly?
The both of you finally reached the area where the players were situated to greet the head and assistant hockey coaches.
“This is Y/N,” your trainer (whom insisted you just skip the formalities and call her Mina) motioned to you, slightly yet noticeably panting, “a first year, but they’ve done men’s basketball, women’s soccer and some gymnastics last semester. They know their stuff!”
“Wouldn’t doubt it.” The head coach reaches out to grip your hand firmly.
“Pleasure to meet y—“ once more today you jump, this time not shaken by the frozen tundra or by the vehemently boisterous buzzer, though it was much more thundering than the buzzer at the basketball court for some reason, but by the announcers cheering, “first year, number three, co-Captain, Jake Sim!”
And the crowd? They didn’t just go wild, no, they were literally cacophonous, the ground beneath and the arena stands rumbling, practically rivaling the San Andreas fault. Craning your neck to look around the oval shaped space and just how many students from your school, clad in university regalia, were present to see guys battle it out with plastic sticks on frozen water, even that, the entire scene wasn’t what had your heart nearly palpitating out of your chest.
First year, number three, co-Captain, Jake Sim. Now that was enough to warrant a blood pressure monitor...and possibly a defibrillator.
Almost giving yourself whiplash from turning around too quickly, it was hard not to gape at the boy coasting across the ice, waving at the all too excited crowd. And even through his helmet and from across the rink, you could make out his dark, glimmering irises, like how the sun’s edges would peak through from behind during an eclipse. It was kind of charmingly sickening actually, that someone could be as radiant as he was, under all the bulky gear, even despite the temperature. It wasn’t convenient actually that it had to be men’s hockey this time, that you, as the athletic trainer’s sports medicine intern had to attend the games for. Yeah, it was for credits. Sure, it was for intern experience...but what was the point if you only expected to make a fool out of yourself trying to tend to Jake and his teammates’ possible injuries?

It wasn’t fair, actually, that you were hopelessly in like with Jake Sim and that he didn’t even know your name when you were in the same physics class. To be fair though, it was a class of about 400, an infamous weeder course that crushed the poor souls of innocent underclassmen, so to have him direct any sort of attention your way, even a mere glimpse, would be laughable. That was what happened when you sat in the back, though.
Of course it just had to be Jake Sim that completely bewitched you, and he didn’t have to twirl any fingers or fixate any potions to have you just so damn spellbound. All he had to do was show up to freshman orientation with that stupid inviting grin of his, and that dumb glint in his eye that no one else seemed to possess. No, of course he just had to show up and be almost too cordial to everyone in your orientation group, even though all the other students, including you, could not give a single damn about the campus tour. And yes, of course, he just had to have the masses absolutely enamored with him, both upper and underclassmen alike.
Consider all of that, with Jake’s insane schedule, not that you knew anything specific, just that he had games on Tuesdays and Thursdays, coupled with daily practices, but you were only privy to that information because Mina always gave you the athletic teams’ agendas for the month. So yes, trying to garner any attention from Jake was like floating right smack in the middle of the Pacific, sending some sort of signal through a marine radio, and getting no response back. Not a hint that anyone was coming. No helicopters whirring above, no boats sent out ashore. What would he want to do with the first-aid kid, the person that sat in the back, the person that was paying attention to something else at the moment, and not the fact that they had to observe players carefully for potential injuries?
Well, sorry to Jake’s teammates and Mina, but you just couldn’t pry your eyes off of number three. How he skated in such an agile manner while simultaneously defending assertively was certainly an image now seared into your mind. The way he commanded the court was just so—“You paying attention? Are you okay today?” Mina snapped you out of your nonsensical trance.
“Yeah, yeah of course! Always on my toes like you said...” your eyes told a different story, and deceived you at that.
“And there’s number three, Sim, with the first goal!”
Jake skated backwards to high five his teammates and to prepare to defend, and it was definitely a sight to see him so animated, feeling right where he should be in his domain.
“Ah, I see. Number three is it? I heard he’s a beast on the ice,” Mina nudged and winked slyly at you, “anyway, pay attention ‘cause if your little ice boy gets hurt you know we gotta move quickly.”
It was already enough to have your friends taunt you about your silly adolescent infatuation with Jake, now to have your mentor in on it too? Mina was right though, you were here to wrap ankles and tend to bruised hips, not ogle at the team captain.
“Gotcha. On my toes!” you winked back at her, semi-ready to do your job. If you could predict injuries before they even happened during the basketball and soccer games you should be more than capable of caring for the hockey players. Whipping your head around to finally and legitimately focus on the members, you really wished you hadn’t.
There he was, number three, adept and dodging the defensive players, with the puck sliding in tandem with his stick. Then, it happened all too quickly, in a tenth of a second, too much for everyone spectating to comprehend.
BAM.
Suddenly, Jake was on his back after he and the opposing player too combatively collided into each other. You blinked once and now he was supine on ice, clutching a leg to his chest. His teammates and the referees hastily surrounded him, but you could not watch anymore, you had to do what you were here for.
Running past both the coaches, lamenting what the hells and go go go! at Mina, you dashed to the edge of the rink, about to enter and slip on the ice, but stopped yourself, because you didn’t have skates on. Fuck. Mina and you always ran to the scene of the injury, and you’d only dealt with hardwood floors and grass fields, but never ice. There was no reason for you to just stand around though, as Jake was being lifted by the referees. As much as you wanted to glue your eyes to the catastrophe, you sprinted to the locker room to fetch the cooler.
“Everyone, move!” You shouted at the towering players standing in your way. Setting the cooler on the floor, you directed some of them to assemble a few of the chairs they were sitting on for a makeshift cot for Jake to rest his leg on. Nervously yet rapidly, you dug into your backpack for a splint, pre-wrap, and medical tape.
When you stood back up, Jake and the referees were at the rink’s entrance, with Mina extending her arms to steady him once he transitioned from ice to linoleum. And through all this he maintained the same tender-hearted curve on his face, beaming at Mina and thanking the referees.
One of Jake’s coaches and Mina propped Jake around their shoulders as he hopped on one foot to your nearby station. Assisting them in getting Jake to sit down, you were shaking slightly out of feverishness and hormones, even though it was the perfect temperature for snowfall, but forming a resistance to doing that was almost impossible.
Christ, you weren’t like this when Taehyun tore his ligament last semester at the basketball semi-finals, or when Yuna sprained her toe out on the field, yet it was due to that certain someone that you just could not find it within you to operate as you usually did. It was imperative that you got out of your own head; Jake was merely another athlete you had to tend to and someone you, quite frankly, had to get over, like now.
Once Jake was seated with his right leg propped up on the opposite chair, he took his helmet off and handed it to his coach standing guard next to him.
“Mina, you guys got this?” The coach hesitantly asked your trainer.
“Absolutely nothing to worry about, Coach Kim! We’ve seen worse than this; we’re good, right Y/N?”
You gave Coach Kim a measly thumbs up and he rushed to get back to the rest of the team to continue with the game, deliberating who would substitute in now that their best player was on the sidelines.
While Mina undid Jake’s skates and kneepads, you assessed him before you could get started, asking him what kind of pain he had in his leg, how much it hurt on a scale of 1-10, and if he could wiggle his toes.
Sharp and kind of aching, I think. 8.5-ish, actually maybe just 8. Toes wiggling.
“Um, okay. Good that your toes are still intact, which means you’re gonna be okay, but is there any other part of your body that hurts?” You tried not to sound like a complete buffoon, trying to enunciate your words properly like you did with several other injured athletes; Jake shouldn’t have been any different. He was, though.
“Yeah, I feel like there’s a bruise on the right side of my body somewhere,” he said, motioning to his abdomen.
“Okay...I’m gonna take your shoulder pads off and you have to take your jersey off so we can ice it, is that cool with you?” Your brain was bouncing off the walls at the mention of “take” and “off”. Come on, this wasn’t fucking NASA, although it might as well have been, as he was a universe and a half to you (in a melodramatic way of sorts).
“Yeah, yeah—for sure. Thanks.” Jake flashed an acknowledging smile, to which your cheeks heated up at. There was an injured boy in front of you—no time for shits and giggles and teenage elation.
As you aided Jake in removing his shoulder pads and jersey, he winced a bit, while trying to hide it at the same time. 

“Are you good? I’ll get some ice on that soon, I promise.” You gradually eased into your ‘medic’ mode, trying to expel as much of your nerves as humanly possible.
“Yeah I’m okay, just hurts a bit. Thanks again,” he could not stop giving you that demure yet brazen demeanor, and to be around a smiling Jake meant a tense you, regardless if your subconscious plan to initiate Nerves Exodus was kind of working.
When Mina stood up, all finished with undoing his skates and knee pads, she asked Jake to repeat what he stated about his pain earlier to you back to her. Before walking to where the coaches and other players were, she chaffed at you, with a mischievous lilt to her words, “you can handle it from here right? The star player’s in your hands.”
Audibly, you ‘mhmmed’ her, and when you were out of Jake’s sight, rolled your eyes, making sure she noticed that. You were glad though, that Mina was your trainer and not some old, stern fart like she had when she interned in your same position; it made for much more “effective” mentoring and communication, especially because she left you alone with the athletes, so you were able to think of what to do next for yourself, and if there were ever any mistakes—which there were none of to date—she would help you work through them.
Holy shit, Mina left. It was just you and Jake.
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