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tender-rosiey · 8 months

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You think when gojo was training his infinity technique, he still had his slip ups where he actually did manage to fry his brain a little, resulting in a prolonged migraine? And then reader chimes in to take care of him to ease his pain?

considerate — gojo satoru x f!reader

satoru's feet are dragged behind him as he walks into your shared dorm. the familiarity of the room welcomes him and he feels his shoulders relax just a tiny bit.

on his path to perfecting his infinity, the strongest sorcerer was bound to slip up. unfortunately for him, slip ups like these—no matter how tiny—would cause the worst migraines of his life which he is currently experiencing.

for a moment, he can’t find you, and he would like to dramatically call for you. but the migraine is limiting theatrics for now.

he knows you’re here, but he can’t see your figure yet and it bothers him.

he rubs his eyes a little harshly with a groan while his hand runs through his hair, “y/n, where are you?”

he hears your feet pad on the ground before he is finally met with the sight of you.

and despite the pain and how much he wants to close his eyes and drown everything out, he really wants to see you. a small smile—albeit pained—appears on his pretty face as he pulls you close, mumbling, “missed me?”

you pull his face towards your own and press kisses to both of his cheeks, “I always do, you know that,” your hands cover his eyes gently and his own hold yours to press them closer to his face.

he sighs, leaning further into your touch, and you frown, “tough day?”

“something like that,” he mutters, “fried my brain just a little.”

your hand moves to stroke his hair—he whines, but quietens at the feeling of your fingers carding through his hair—then you tease him, “careful, pretty boy, keep that up and you will really live up to your dumb boy reputation.”

he grins down at you. “you think I am pretty?”

“of course, that’s what you will focus on,” you grumble then move to sit on the couch. you think he will lay his head on your lap as usual with his enormous body stretching on the couch, but he doesn’t.

instead, he sits on the ground between your legs. he buries his face in your stomach and his arms wrap around you.

“’toru, I have to get you a cold wrap.”

“no.”

“you should at least drink some water so your migraine can get better.”

“I already feel so much better.”

“satoru, are you telling me that simply burying your face in my stomach is enough to magically heal you?”

he pulls away slightly to grin at you, “are you the one having the migraine?”

“no, but I am the responsible one—“

“exactly, so let me hug the love of my life,” he cheekily says before kissing the pulse point on your forearm, “thank you.”

you grumble causing him to chuckle, but he quickly goes quiet once again.

your hands are gently massaging his scalp and he lets out a soft sigh.

considering what he went through, you guess that he will probably fall asleep in a while, but then he speaks up slowly, “I…wanted to show you this new trick with my technique.”

“oh?”

he nods and continues, “I managed to teleport.”

“really? that’s awesome, ‘toru!” you beam, hands never stopping their movements.

“exactly!” he quips then grumbles, “and I wanted to teleport to that place you like so much, but I can’t right now and it’s so lame!”

this is one of the things people tend to not notice about satoru. he is an annoying idiot, sure. he reminds you of those kids in middle school that pull the ponytail of the girl they like.

but he is still so considerate to other people in his own way. he speaks a lot and loudly, but his actions always speak louder.

you feel your heartstrings tug at the sentiment so you tilt his head up and your eyes look intently into his own azure ones.

satoru is convinced you’re having a staring contest so he puts on his “concentrated” face.

you humor him for just a moment, before a helpless chuckle escapes your lips, “you silly goose,” you softly kiss his eyelids, “my silly goose.”

you gently pull his head toward you and press a kiss to his forehead, then his cheeks, and then a gentle peck to his lips.

his cheeks turn the slightest shade of red as he watches you, and his ears are a tinted a light shade of red.

awestruck, he can’t help but stare at you, “I…I am caught between telling you that I fell in love with you all over again and telling you that that was so corny.”

with a roll of your eyes, you pinch his nose lightly, “then you should just go to sleep, loser.”

he gasps then huffs and looks away, “always so mean.”

“right?” you hum while you pet his hair, “whatever shall you do, lover?”

satoru is endearing when he is quiet like this, not quite flustered but just a tad bit shy. and even when he is mad at you, he always leans into your touch. so you’re not surprised about his following line.

“if I sleep right now, we will cuddle, right?”

and you smile with a nod because as much as satoru actively wants your love, you want his just as much.

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calliesmemes · 2 months

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ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF

ASSORTED QUOTES FROM TUMBLR TEXTPOSTS, X (formerly known as twitter) POSTS, TIKTOK, MEMES, AND OTHER SOURCES AROUND THE INTERNET

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

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“ Currently considering becoming a bother and a nuisance, maybe even a menace or a rascal. ”

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“ What even are daddy issues? Just traumatize your father back. ”

“ I LOVE complaining! You can’t take that away from me! ”

“ I went to the silly goose convention and they all knew you. ”

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“ The word ew coming out of a pretty girl’s mouth holds so much power … I think that it can tear apart nations. ”

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“ Hello, my love — I mean, my rival ”

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romanarose · 9 months

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Nice Job!

Steven Grant x fem!reader

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Summary: Steven had a praise kink

Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), praise kink, being a silly goose

I mention "the kids" super duper vaguely as a reason to have stickers in a purse. In my head reader is a teacher bc i am XD but this can mean biological kids, nieces or nephews, little cousins, etc whatever you want!

quick smut below the cut

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"Feel so fucking good, Steven, my good boy, my Steven" You praise your boyfriend as you spready out for him on the couch, Steven worshiping at your shrine, paying his respects with the sacrifice of his own stimulation for the sake of your pleasure. He could jerk himself off if he wanted to, but he seemed unwilling to remove his fingers from your cunt and clit. Steven was a busy man.

"Steven, need you closer Steven, almost-oh fuck- almost there baby" You tug on his curls, drawing him impossibly closer into you, so much so you were certain he was going to suffocate between your pussy lips, but it didn't matter, not to him. It's how he'd want to go. When you cum you're bucking your cunt against him, fucking yourself on his early awaiting face. As he licked up every drop of your cum, you here him whining, a gentle whimper from his throat as he ate your though your orgasm.

"Good boy, such a good boy, my Steven, oooooh"

Letting go of his hair, you rest back on the couch, panting, only to find he's still licking between your folds, practically humping your leg, so desperate to please. You gentle nudge him back.

"Rest, baby, you did perfect, you deserve to rest."

With a soft smile, Steven rested his head on your thigh, still knelt between your legs, smiling up adoringly at you.

"You sound so beautiful when you cum, love"

You smile right back. "So do you, love" you tease his pet name to you, booping his nose,

"How did you know I came?" He asked with a curious grin and a joyful crinkle in his eyes.

"Laughing, you reply. "You always cum in your pants when you eat me out that intensely, pretty boy."

Steven beamed up at you at the praise. "Can't help it that you're this pretty, darling girl."

You pet Steven's hair, combing through the lush curls as he laid his head on you, massaging his scalp when you get an idea. Reaching into your purse, you pulled out the sticker pack you had gotten for the kids. You pick out a particular one, showing Steven the star that says, "Nice job!" and stick it on his forehead.

Looking up at you quizzically, Steven simply informs you. "You're a bit of an odd one, aren't you?"

But all you can do is smile at your precious boyfriend with his cum-soaked face, a bright yellow sticker on top.

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misaverawrites · 7 months

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In the Heat of Your Electric Touch

((johnny silverhand x reader))

summary: you're the manager of SAMURAI, johnny talks to you about changing his image after some reflection since Alt died, you decide that he can do what’s best for him… and you might be it.

tags: no arasaka tower bombing, johnny is a good person, johnny has a body, rockerboy johnny silverhand, samurai stays together, fluff, alt’s death (mentioned), cursing, fluff, forehead kisses, NO PHANTOM LIBERTY SPOILERS

a/n: uhhhh, your honor, i am a 20 year old silly goose with a love for this man.

You stare out over the crowd from backstage, with wide smiles, music amplified by their singing as the bass vibrates through your teeth. You run a hand through your hair, just for a second, pushing away a rogue strand. You take a look at your phone, then back at the stage, where you find Johnny, looking at you with a wide and almost uncharacteristic grin, only to flash it back at the crowd, brandishing horns on his hand, the loud cheers from the crowd egging him on, bringing a small, but not, unwelcome smile to your face. Johnny loved what he did, no one could deny that, even if it seemed he only did it to further his own agenda at times. You knew better though, you and Johnny had spent too much time together on this tour for you to think too far against him.

“Alright, and we want to dedicate this encore to every single one of you!” You hear Kerry say from the stage, the wild roar from the crowd amplifying itself, you tend to watch the crowd more than anything during these shows, it was therapeutic, these people were the lifeblood of bands similar to SAMURAI , and you intended to keep them happy. As SAMURAI closes out their set, as well as Henry’s tab, some of the people start their slow, exhausted post-concert shuffle back out onto the streets of Night City, bags of SAMURAI merchandise in hand, you begin your clean-up, helping stage-hands move everything back onto the van.

“Hey, take a load off, they’ve got it.” You hear Johnny, and you shake your head. “Shouldn’t you be getting under the skirt of some barely-legal SAMURAI fangirl?” You joke and he rolls his eyes, “Fuck off,” he justifies himself, playfully all the same, until his tone gets a bit more serious in nature, “Besides, thinkin’ that’s not all too much my scene anymore.” You laugh, almost dropping the set piece in your hands. “Alright, I’m gonna hear you out, but it sounds like you just started talkin’ like one of those Maelstrom goons after they’ve had one too many implantations, what do you mean ?”

Johnny scoffs and takes the set piece from you, setting it down as he sits you down on the stage, the lingering fans vie successfully for Kerry’s attention, less so successfully for Johnny’s, his attention is all on you.

“I’m just… Fuckin’ sick of it, since Alt, since fuckin’ Arasaka, I don’t wanna ramble in those streets to a God who ain’t listenin’. Y’know?” You sigh and he puts his hand on top of yours, “I just want somethin’... Someone , even who makes me not want to shove an iron in my fuckin’ mouth.” You look at him, just for a second, as if he’s grown two heads, until you realize, from the way he’s looking at you, for once in his life, he’s serious . Your eyes widen a bit, does he mean you ? “It’s not your scene,” You say simply, it’s almost matter-of-fact in delivery.

“What if I wanted it to be?” He asks, that genuine tone of voice still there, he’s still Johnny, he knows what he wants, and he’s pushing for it. Not too hard, lest he drive you away, which is a change all in itself. “I’m the band’s manager, Johnny.” He rolls his eyes a bit, “You’ve been around Corpos a bit too long, babe,” You can’t help but love the way it sounds coming off his tongue, when it’s aimed towards you and not at another girl, “You know the fans don’t care, hell, they live for this stupid drama.” You can’t deny that. Your miles-long social media inbox, brimming with fans begging for any bit of gossip, said that all on its own. You smile a bit, “I mean, if you’re saying it could be your scene, then who am I to fight that, Johnny?” He grins, it’s a big, goofy grin unlike you’d ever seen before from him, “Shit, if you’re willing to allow it, then I guess I’d better not fuck it up.” You and him pause for a moment, not realizing how close the two of you are to one another, bodies pressed tightly against one another, you feel his eyes flicker to your lips for just a moment, until you, for once decide, fuck it . You pull Johnny in and kiss him, he’s warm, warmer than you’d expected whenever you thought about this, his hands meet your elbows awkwardly, he doesn’t know what to do here, and neither do you, really. His lips are chapped against yours and he tastes of cigarettes and tequila, a dangerously addictive combination that makes you want him more and more. You feel his hand suddenly brush against your hair and support the underside of your mouth, giving him more access to your mouth as he deepens the kiss, and everything else is simply null and void, besides him and you.

Until you hear the familiar sound of Kerry, clearing his throat, “Hey, both of you!” He calls, actually subtle for him, as the two of you pull away awkwardly, as though the two of you are teenagers, trying to act cool after being caught getting hot and heavy in a dark movie theater. “We’ve gotta go, bar wants us out, but you two can keep going on the tour bus, cool?” Your skin flushes and you avoid direct eye contact with Kerry, as Johnny chuckles awkwardly, despite himself, trying to keep any sense of his usually un-poised yet still collected poise. You nod, turning to look back at Johnny, who does the same to you, as you both share a small laugh with one another, you playfully push him without any real force, as he wraps his ‘ganic arm around you, kissing your forehead softly as the two of you get onto the tour bus together.

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gooppoo · 1 year

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Finding a Mate: Part 4

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warnings: da mornin' after, meeting the sullys 😳, tuk being a silly goose, pregnancy scare..., arguing, fluff, angst, me lying and saying this was the last part there's gonna be a part 5 I'm very sorry

"Neteyam!"

It was difficult to decipher if the voice was apart of your dream, or beyond your consciousness.

"Neteyam!"

Your body twitched. Eyes begrudgingly peeling open to the bright morning.

"Ne-tey-yaaamm!"

The voice taunted, boredom underlying their call.

Sure the one calling his name was real, you hummed tiredly and pressed yourself from Neteyam's secure embrace. Events from last night were the first to greet your thoughts. You were tenderly compelled to litter good-morning kissed across his serene features.

"Neteyam!!"

Kiri?

Soft shakes to his shoulder replaced your kisses. First his nose twitched, then he harshly sucked in a breath and his eyes snapped open. His hand took yours and held it still against his joint until he realized where about he was.

"For god sakes...Neteyam, if you don't come out soon I'm gonna go back and tell mom and dad you ran away or something." Kiri grumbled, her lazy footsteps seemingly approaching.

"Kiri?" He scurried upward, voice raspy and rich.

"Neteyam!" She peeped back, her footsteps hurrying closer to your spot.

Your mate glanced at you, initially confused at your presence, clearly still disoriented. But once he grasped his surroundings an affectionate smile stretched his lips. The hand he had pressed to his shoulder was sprinkled with chastise kisses along your knuckles. A deep hue warmed your cheeks.

Kiri jogged into view, tossing her hands irritably, "Neteyam - oh."

Shamefully, you began to fix your braids and fidget with the fixtures covering your chest and groin. Neteyam used himself to shield you from Kiri's curious stare.

"What Kiri?" He grumbled, half-concerned.

"Uhm...you didn't come back last night. Mom and dad are worried."

Annoyed, he clicked his tongue, "I'm not a child, they don't need to send you for me when I don't come home."

"Well, you can tell them that."

Satisfied, Kiri spun on her heels and wandered off, getting caught up in the world around her as usual. Not enough so to send a few more suspicious glances over her shoulder.

"You should go Neteyam, or we'll never see each other again." You urged, stretching to your feet and yawning.

Neteyam protested, "They must learn I'm a man," (hadn't he proven that last night) "and I am able to decide when to come and go."

Endearingly fixing a few of his disheveled braids, "You're right. But they do not know about us, and will think I'm trouble. I love you too much to have your family think ill of me."

There was a sly smirk dancing across his face, "Y/n, they do know about you."

Leaving you to consider his words you found your chest tightening. What all did that entail? How much did they know? Was them knowing a good thing?

His hands rose to your cheeks and held them safely, "Y/n, mawey," he chuckled, "I can only speak of you highly. They've been scolding me to meet you."

For comfort, your palms blanketed his. Even with your situation in good standing, the pressure to preform well and be of standard to the Sully's was outrageous.

"You don't have to see them today-"

"Then when?"

Your suddenness took him by surprise. He stuttered.

"We're mated before Eywa! There is no better time than now," swallowing thickly, you continued, "But I am...nervous."

Neteyam didn't miss this aspect, and he racked his mind for solutions. Admittedly, he couldn't fully comprehend why you'd ever be nervous. There simply wasn't a thing his parents wouldn't approve of!

"What makes you so nervous, my love?"

A few tears pricked your eyes, and he instantly brought you into a secure cradle against his broad chest. You sobbed about how daunting it seemed to you, the standard you felt you were held to, and how everything about you seemed the opposite of what was accepted. The level of vulnerability you voiced rooted a stronger admiration in Neteyam. Every word aching from your insecure lips reached his ears with great consideration, and he was careful to wait until your were done to offer his thoughts.

He stroked your damp cheek with his thumb, "I hear you, Y/n. I didn't know you felt this way. If I were you, I'd feel strongly, too." You nodded against him, closely listening to his regular heartbeat, "You should know, that all the negative you see within yourself, I find beautiful. And I know my parents will too." He felt a gentle smile break through your weeping, "They'd be very happy to meet you, but they don't decide when to meet you - you do."

Sniffling, you pulled from his torso and met his considerate gaze. Cheeks streaky with tears heavily contrasted the affection in your eyes and grin.

Starting to collect yourself, you declared: "Well, I decide now."

In your tent, Neteyam helped you get ready for a critical moment in your relationship. By help, he mostly watched and hummed sensually when you changed or combed through your hair. His tail would swing, pleased, and sometimes he would let his wandering hands reach your hips.

"Neteyam - please." You grunted, adjusting the garment dangling across your chest, his palms tickling along your torso.

"Please you say..." he purred in your ear, going as far as to nip and lick along your neck.

At this you groaned playfully, and he accepted his defeat, pulling away and sitting obediently on the mat near your tall mirror. A few more strokes of your comb through your hair and you'd be ready, physically at least.

Setting aside the beauty tool, you double checked yourself in the mirror, "What do you say, Neteyam?"

"Hmm, where should I start?" He quipped sarcastically, then offered a serious response when you pouted, "Y/n you looked perfect when you woke me this morning, and even more perfect now. Please hear me when I say, you'll be okay."

Once more, his confident words brought your solace, easing the addicting worry infecting your veins. For good measure, you hung your arms around his neck, his around your waist, and exchanged a sweet kiss of courage.

At his home, he ushered you before his parents, a proud hand spread over the small of your back. You tried to swallow your nerves, and motioned a respectful, 'I see you.'

A groan sounded from a corner of the room, and appeared Tuk, "If mom and dad approve of her will you shut up? 'Dad, she's so pretty.' 'Dad, all I think about is her.' 'Mom, stop worrying about me finding a mate.' It's getting annoying."

"Tuk-!" Neytiri hissed, glaring harshly at her youngest. An embarrassing color flushing your face. "Apologize. Now." She scolded.

Tuk lulled her head to the side, dripping with angsty attitude, then faced you, "Sorry Y/n."

"Hey! Say it like you mean it." Jake barked, his marine training still deeply drilled into his character.

With a stiffer back, Tuk shuffled and issued a more formal apology, quick to disappear afterward. Neteyam began his own apology, but you brushed it off, understanding how difficult this could be.

Next, you shook Jake's hand, how Neteyam had shown you; firm and sure (clearly he'd learned this from his father). Even Neytiri took your hand in hers and smiled proudly at you.

"You've been wonderful to Neteyam. Fixing him when all he can do is be ignorant and foolish." She grumbled her last sentence, "Ma'Jake and I have decided on you for a long time."

"What?!" Neteyam deadpanned, and you giggled with a shy hand shielding your smile.

All the positive reinforcement Neteyam had prepared you for was making an appearance, filling your heart with enriching soul.

Neytiri frowned at Jake until he spoke up, "Yeah, Neteyam talks a lot about you. We've been expecting you for a while actually."

While Jake spoke you found it hard to pay attention to Neytiri's curious hand trailing up your arm and over your chest, prodding some places here and there.

"Mom-" Neteyam intervened, but it was moot, because his mother had a grasp on your upper arm and was guiding you from their home.

Afraid (and curious), you complied with her silently, listening as Neteyam closely followed and protested whatever she had wordlessly planned. When the infirmary came into view, you grew anxious. We're you sick?

"Mom! What the hell are you thinking?! You're scaring her shitless!" Neteyam fought, quick to be by your side.

Neytiri narrowed her eyes at her son, ears flattening against her head, "She is with child."

Moments later, Mo'at was summoned, her and Neytiri exchanging a conversation in Na'vi.

"Neteyam," you breathed, grasping onto his arm, fear quickly flooding in. Neteyam reciprocated your worry, pulling you closer and breathing shakily along side you.

Mo'at arrived and pulled you from your seat, lifting your arms, considering your face, running her chilly hands along your lower abdomen.

Coldly, she turned to her daughter, "You summon me for this kind of nonsense? Even if she is with child, it is far too early to tell." She glanced over her shoulder, "Change his bandages. Wipe your tears." As promptly as she came, she went.

Neytiri still looked irritable, now focusing toward her son to vent; "You've mated with her before letting her meet us!" She smacked his head, "You know better - what would your father think?"

Neteyam's lip twitched and he frowned deeply, "You do not make decisions for me! Accept this. And apologize to Y/n." The level of bottled-up fury grumbling in his voice was enough to make your stomach turn. Neytiri was notable for her unshakable character - but hearing her son speak to her this way, so furiously, was enough to shift her frown from disappointment to stupefy. This conversation could've been had much more civilly...but perhaps this is how Eywa intended.

Neytiri's stance returned to neutral, and she faced you, eyes scanning over your form, "I'm sorry." Even when she tried her her to best to be non-threatening, she still chilled your bones, "When you're done here, come home to share a meal." Voice flat, clearly her ego shattered. You curtly nodded and gladly leaned into Neteyam's side, his arm wrapping around you, a hand coming to rest on his chest. One last intense glance was exchanged between mother and son, then you were left to decompress.

Truthfully, some muscle memory guided you through the steps of seating Neteyam and beginning the process of tending to his what were now scars. A faintly scabbed, recovered series of scratches was no longer needing bandages, but some soothing cream. As you spread the treatment, you felt along where some new, lighter skin had formed, feeling his scars as your own, honoring them the same.

"What were you thinking?" You tenderly asked.

"We are not ready to be a mother and father." He sighed. You giggled, "I mean this," your eyes widened at his blemishes.

"Oh..." you picked up on how his eyes cast down to where you worked, "This. My father, too, of course -- he would've been in worse shape. But...I wanted to see you at your best."

"At my best?" He nodded once, as if the answer were clear, "And what would that be, Neteyam?"

"Being beautiful," a smiled dared to creep across your cheeks, "...beautiful nurse."

You kissed your teeth and flicked his temple, amusement unmistakable across your character. He too, smiled, love sick.

Pulling Neteyam up, you were quick to rest your hands on both side of his pectorals, softly dragging your nails across his skin and studying closely what was new and old. Obscuring your focus, Neteyam pinched your chin to lead you to his lips; supple and breathtaking.

Before getting too lost in him, your reminded him where you were, and that you were expected. Maturely, he acknowledged this. Begrudgingly, he created a divide between your bodies and started the journey back to the Sully home.

Upon arriving, you both stopped just before entering the home, listening closely to what all unfolded inside. There were many more than just the normal round of voices - maybe even drinks being served? You and Neteyam exchanged a look of uncertainty.

"We should go in..." you mumbled, toying with Neteyam's hand nervously.

"Yes, we should..." he chewed his lip, "...or we could finish something else first."

Life erupted in your chest and lit up your eyes. Neteyam laced together your fingers and whisked you away, laughing along with you as you traveled.

It wasn't long before you arrived at the spirit tree.

#avatar #avatar x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x you #neteyam sully #neteyam #neteyam x reader

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neverafter premiere night so here are some thoughts!

emily axford is truly godsent. the relationship she and ally have already crafted between ylfa and timothy, the way she plays this congested prepubescent girl, her backstory scene; god, the entirety of her backstory scene was SO good, though, i don’t know why i’m surprised. emily axford has never been anything shy of perfection and she won’t start now in a season where her ability to act really needs to shine through. also the fact that she’s playing a barbarian, i am so glad i guessed correctly because it’s going to be so fun to watch her play one especially with how they’ve set it up.

lou fucking wilson. i love everything about his character, his backstory which i LOVE that they left for last. this season seems to be one for double intros and he and zac are going to be incredible together i KNOW it. i made a few guesses as to who would be what class and NOTHING could have prepared me for him being a warlock to his stepmother, the way they’re interweaving the fairytales is brilliant i am truly so excited.

zac oyama… i love him with the entirety of my being but i couldn’t help but feel slightly underwhelmed with his backstory scene, like no way he’s just some random little cat that can speak? surely there’s more to him! i love the almost-brotherly relationship pib and pinocchio seem to have but i do have a theory i’ll run by you all: we all know in the disney retelling of cinderella, stepmother has a black cat named lucifer, i wonder if pib is another patron of pinocchio’s stepmother or maybe a familiar of hers sent to watch over pinocchio and ensure he isn’t messing things up. JUST A THOUGHT! if not, i’m genuinely very excited to get more backstory out of this character.

opening the show on siobhan’s introduction was obviously the way to go considering how beautifully she executed her scene. the briars… god, the briars. i have no issue with reading and listening to body horror and brennan painted a vivid word picture with his narration for her, it was all so good. i constantly complain about the intrepid heroes never having a ranger and they’ve finally got one and it’s the damsel princess, i absolutely adore that. i also love that rosamund still has that bit of naivety to her considering in her mind she’s still eighteen and she probably lived a pretty sheltered life all things considered. her simply knowing that there’s a prince out there looking for her and that he is her true love, i can’t wait to see what kind of spin brennan is going to put on this curse and inevitably what kind of curveball he’s going to throw siobhan/rosamund.

murph is playing this vapid and vain prince so well, but i cannot wait to see when he actually gets into this fighting that prince gerard seems to turn his nose up at. the scenes with princess elody were bordering on heartbreaking but still fully leaning into embarrassing on the prince’s part, i have an inkling as to why he’s regressing back into his frog form, as should most, but all in all i think this is going to be a pretty silly character, very cody-esque, one that i’m very excited to see and watch grow nonetheless. also, the whole exchange between prince gerard and princess rosamund, i hadn’t realized how little i’d seen murph and siobhan’s characters interact in previous seasons until i got a full and uninterrupted conversation between the two of them when their characters met and now it’s truly all i want to have them be silly little cousins fighting to protect each other.

finally, the person, the myth, the legend: ally beardsley. i hadn’t really though about how important mother goose would be to the plot as a whole until about a week before today because i know that mother goose is not only a writer of fairytales but the writer of the fairytales, so i really, really enjoyed a lot of timothy’s exposition and how much he cares for children—like ylfa—now that he’s lost his own. like i said before i am thoroughly endeared by the relationship ally and emily have already built between the two of them, and i cannot wait to watch it grow and i’m really excited to see what ally does with this character and where they go.

brennan hasn’t answered any of the questions that were asked about if this season is going to be similar to acoc in terms of lethality or if the pcs have created secondary characters, so i think it’s safe to say we should definitely be cautious considering there are no clerics in this party, but all in all i’m shaking with excitement and the thought of the rest of this season we’ve got like seventeen episodes to go and i think they’re going to be SO much fun.

#dimension 20 #rory talks!#neverafter #rosamund du prix #puss in boots #pinocchio #prince gerard of greenleigh #ylfa snorglesson #timothy goose #mother timothy goose #brennan lee mulligan #d20 #neverafter spoilers

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Agi knows it's wrong, but she can't help but think there's another reason why Astarion doesn't want to have sex.

She knew she was being silly.

She knew it.

The celibacy she and Astarion now shared, while going extremely well, left her with a terrible, lingering thought---by him admitting that he had bedded not the most beautiful people sometimes and it disgusted him that it applied to her as well. Love the heart and soul…just not the rest. Which I know…I know…deep down isn’t true. But this isn’t about me or my stupid, silly, awful issues, it’s about him. His healing. His comfort. Anything. Everything. For him.

Agnetha was taken out of her thoughts by the man himself, his lithe silhouette against the flaps of her tent.

“Oh! Hi, I, erm…wasn’t expecting you.” Fuck my life. Why did you say that?!

He immediately tensed. “I’ve been coming every evening since we chatted. Is this not what you want? I can go—”

Get it together, Agi. “No! No! Oh my gods, no. I…” She trailed off as he entered the tent, his expression puzzled with a healthy dose of worry. “Thinking too much.”

“About what? I swear, if Shadowheart and Lae’zel disturb you one more time with their inane prattle, I’ll drain them dry.” Ah yes, there’s the attractive yet completely murderous look in his eyes. Just tell him. He won’t be mad, right? His fists were clenched at his narrow hips.

She raised her hands. “No, it’s not that. It’s definitely not that. It’s honestly really stupid.” And I’m being stupid.

He raised an eyebrow in disbelief, his hands now on his hips. “If it’s truly that stupid, darling, then why not tell me?” He moved to her bedroll and sat down, patting the spot next to him. His look was sincere, the smile now gracing his features genuine.

Trust him as he trusts me. Closing her eyes for a second, she took a deep breath and sat next to him, her long legs stretched out in front of her. “It’s because it’s about you. Well, us.”

“I-I see.” Ever so slightly, he leaned away from her, preparing for what he thought was the inevitable---that she wanted something he could not give at the moment and frankly, did not know if he could give it again.

“When you said you were disgusted by your targets,” she explained quietly, not bearing to even look at him. I’ll cry if I do. Oh fuck it, I already am. “and as you said, I was one of your targets in a way, so you…think I’m disgusting.” As he opened his mouth to protest, she reached for his hand. “No. Let me finish. And that’s why you asked for us to not have sex, which I know isn’t true. I know.” More tears fell down her pale, freckled cheeks. “I know.”

“If it’s not true, then why are you thinking it? Of course, that’s not why! You silly, silly goose! Come here, darling.” The tone at first was harsh but softened considerably after he noticed her lower lip quivering. Wrapping an arm around her thick waist, his other hand found hers. “Why on earth would you think something like that, sweetness?”

“Because I’m tall—”

“Statuesque!”

“Broad-shouldered—”

“Perfect—”

“You can guess what the last one is—”

Astarion grinned, pressing a kiss to her cheek. The hand on her waist squeezed the softness under her top. “Voluptuous. Curvaceous. Thoroughly, deliciously plump. I could go on, darling.”

“I’ve been told to my face, on several occasions, that Mum can’t offer a dowry large enough to make a man marry me.” Far too many times. From suitors. From their families. From other noble houses of all races. “I’ve also been told that it’s too bad I’m fat because I have a nice face.” Gods help anyone who says that in earshot of Mum…or Astarion, because he looks like he’s about to commit several murders. “Love, please.”

“This further proves that I have excellent taste.” He sneered.

She could not help but smile at that. “Of course.”

He brought her hand to his lips, his ruby eyes meeting hers. “You are stunning, my love, and remember, if anyone ever says that to you again,” And there’s the look again! “I will simply devour them.”

Her brown eyes widened. “Or, you know, we could just not do that.” She shifted and pulled him into a hug. “I love you so much, but please no murder.” Because it’s bad obviously, but I imagine there’s a ton of paperwork as well. There always is.

He laughed. “Fine, fine! No murder for now.”

She laughed despite herself. “You are too much.” They shared a kiss before laying down on her bedroll (I miss my bed so fucking much) with Astarion insisting on spooning her. “You’re sure, love? I know you like it when I’m the big spoon.” She whispered, feeling him rest his chin on her shoulder while he sneaked a hand under her top. Ever since that night, he’s been a lot more affectionate in private, which has been a lovely surprise.

Astarion hummed in approval as he placed several kisses on her neck. The exact spot where he normally feeds. “My sweet, if I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t be doing it. Now, let me make this crystal clear so we have no more misunderstandings---I have not nor will I ever lie to you about how beautiful you are. Every inch is perfection.” He gently caressed her belly, sighing into her shoulder. “When you hug me, I feel safe and warm and loved. I adore resting my head on your chest. I love touching you. Surely, you must know?” There was a pause. “Oh wait, you don’t notice anything.” He chuckled as he pressed a kiss where he feeds. “My sweet little—”

“I am not little.” Agnetha snorted. “Not in any way. Not even when I was a child!”

“No wonder your birth mother died, darling. No one survives birthing an over six-foot-tall woman.” Astarion snarked, earning him a loud groan and eyeroll from his lover. “Tell me I’m wrong!”

“Ass. You’re not wrong if it ever happened, which it didn’t and will never.” She gave it to him right back, wiggling in his grip.

He tightened his hold on her, grinning. “So, what you’re saying is…I’m right.”

Asshole. “Yes, you’re bloody right, you naughty man.”

They lay in a comfortable silence for some time. As she began to drift to sleep, she expected him to leave.

He’s not leaving. He’s staying for the first time.

“You can go back to your tent if you want, love.”

“What I want,” his voice was barely above a whisper. “Is to stay right here. With you.” She nodded a little, sleep now claiming her. “Have the sweetest dreams for us, my darling girl. I’ll be here when you wake. I’ll always be here, I promise.”

She smiled a little as she said sleepily, “Love you.” Even if he’s not ready to say it back, I’ll always tell him. Always.

#agnetha wildheart #agi wildheart #astarion x tav #plus size tav #human tav #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #angst with a happy ending #body image issues #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction

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cybrpwup · 1 year

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ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ || ɢʀᴜɴᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

grunk x f!reader !

Warnings: none Summary: Grunk and Y/n are the only ones oblivious of their feelings. (You are Isaac younger sister to wtvr hence why you’re living at the house) requested?; yes !

Y/n crawled from where she had been sitting to perch on Carl's lap. He rested one hand on her hip and the other cupped her cheek as they both leaned forward to kiss each other. It felt oddly surreal.

Grunk was the first to pull away, pressing his lips together. He was looking at her as if studying her expression to see how she felt about it.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.”

y/n couldn’t help but giggle slightly at his words before she caught his lips in hers once again.

She could feel Grunk’s fingers beginning to curl into the flesh of her hips as he held her there, kissing her for every second he couldn’t before now.

"Breakfast!!"

It took a moment for Grunk to remember where he had fallen asleep; he was in the guest bedroom of the group chats house, the morning after last to leave vc 3 where he’d been dared to fly out and was now spending the weekend.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, taking a seat on the couch; where most meals were had. Only a couple of the other guys were up even though it was almost the afternoon.

"Good morning, Jack." Y/n greeted the boy as she placed a plate in front of him. He ruffled his hair and gave a smile back.

Tanner appeared in the stairwell, "I am starving.”

“I’m gonna bring these up to Nick and Blake since they’re obviously not going to be getting up anytime soon, your plates right there." The female huffed as she carried 2 plates up the stairs, Grunks eyes on her the whole time.

Suddenly she was standing in front of the brunette, waving a hand in his face, “Are you here with me?” She laughed as he snapped back to reality.

“Hi. Yeah, hello.”

“You’re on the remote, silly goose.” She pointed to the remote that was tucked under his leg; he inched over letting an apology slip past his lips.

She plopped down into the spot he’d just moved from, their shoulders touching. A comfortable silence broke out between the two as they ate and focused on the tv. “I’m glad you’re here, we need to hangout more,” Y/n finally spoke, her eyes never leaving the tv. Maybe because she was really into the show or she simply couldn’t say it while looking at him.

y/n would be the first to admit. Grunk wasn't as bad as she thought he would be when they first met. On the contrary, he was way better than she anticipated. He could be weird and goofy sometimes, but things were always fun with him.

There were obvious feelings for each other, the group was constantly teasing him for the way he got all excited when y/n came around.

They were currently lying on the front porch after Y/n had suggested to get away from the chaotic house. It was getting dark, a couple stars already speckled the sky as the two of them babbled on about anything they could think of.

"Do you know what that star is called?" Grunk asked, his hand pointing up at the sky.

A small huff of laughter passed her lips, "Huh? How would I know?" She questioned, looking up at the star.

"Dunno. You seem like the kind of girl who would know." He shrugged, glancing over at her for a quick moment.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

A calm silence settled between the two as they continued to stare up at the sky. She could tell Grunk wanted to say something to her; god, she could almost hear his thoughts beside him. She turned her head to look at him, perhaps initiating another conversation to pull him out of his, evidently, troubling thoughts. However, she found that he was already looking at her; she felt her face heat up at the intense look on his face.

She let out a small laugh and hit his chest lightly, "What?"

He hesitated for a moment as if he didn't know if he wanted to say what he was thinking, "I keep dreaming about you- us." He finally blurted

y/n felt her heart pick up at his words and her cheeks flush, "Really? What happens?" She asks, curious as to what mischief he could get into in his head.

He ran his fingers through his hair and licked his lips, letting out a laugh as he recalls his dream, "Usually it starts off with us uh kissing," He replied, sitting up and turning his body to face her, only for her to do the same.

"Oh?" She lifted an eyebrow, a wave of insecurity washed over her as she messed with her hair.

He couldn't help the nervous smile that broke out at her reaction, not hesitating to ask her, "Can I show you?"

Butterflies erupted in her stomach, wondering if he was joking with her, "I uh- yeah sure. yea." She cringed at the way she stuttered, but didn't have long to think about it as Grunk leant in and caught her lips on his own.

It was always exciting to kiss someone new. The first shy touches of yet to be claimed lips, leading to soft sighs and deepening feelings. The feather light touch on her lips made her feel warm and safe as he pulled her into his lap.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long." Grunk spoke once they both needed to come up for air.

y/n couldn’t help but giggle slightly at his words before she caught his lips in hers once again. She could feel Grunks fingers beginning to curl into the flesh of her hips as he held her there, kissing her for every second he couldn’t before now. "Then what happens?" she spoke, rubbing her thumb over his bottom lip, eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes.

Grunk rolled his eyes at the question, letting out a nervous laugh and rolled her onto her back, hands entwined and giggling like the pair of lovesick teenagers that they were. Neither of them wasted anytime, attaching their lips to one another picking up where they left off.

Why hadn't she done this with him sooner?

They were so lost in each others touch that they never heard the front door creak open, “alright, that’s enough.” Isaac nudged the two with his foot; his overprotective brother coming out, “your door is staying open for the rest of the weekend. Come inside.” He swiftly went back inside with a chuckle, calling to the others, “guess who’s making out on the front porch?”

Grunk flopped down beside her, chests heaving and loud breaths and giggles coming from them both.

none of them wanted to speak and ruin the moment and they sat like that for a while. Ultimately it was Grunk who spoke first, “I knew I would love kissing you, but this was…”

“Even better than the dream?”

“Yes.”

Y/n let out a hearty laugh as Grunk reached across and pulled her into his arms.

#grunk x reader #grunkkk #the group chat #the group chat x reader #the groupchat #the group chat podcast #isaacwhy x reader #grunk

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danshi175 · 9 days

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your honor in my defense i simply zoned out

your honor are you /srs or /j

your honor I plead silly goose behavior

your honor can i call you oomf?

chat are we feeling guilty or innocent

your honor who asked?

ladies and gentleman of the jury am i slaying??

your honor can we double it and give it to the next person?

your honor why u actin so judgy

#funny #humor #comedy #haha #lol

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dib-thing-wannabe · 6 months

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I WATCHED THE PILOT FOR THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS AND OH MY GOD I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT-

(No spoilers under cut, just me going insane)

THE IMMEDIATE EXISTENTIAL CRISIS FROM POMNI WHEN SHE ARRIVED?? THE ALREADY DEEP SEATED LORE ABOUT NOT BEING ABLE TO ESCAPE?! ALL THE POSSIBLIES ABOUT WHAT COULD, CAN, AND SOMETIMES EVEN W I L L HAPPEN!!

If you have been a follower or a mutual of mine for some time now, you wouldn't be surprised to hear that Jax is what got me into it originally, nor be surprised that I am thinking about him the most out of the cast. What probably will surprise you is what I'm thinking about exactly.

What I'm thinking about is what will be done with him in the story. Will he be considered a villain? Will he be considered a good guy, despite him being a bully to the other casts? Does he know more than the others at the circus does? Who knows!! He has the potential for everything!

Something that I am struggling though is what headcannons I should have for him though-

He definitely is one of us fruits, but my question is which one?? He definitely seems like he could be mlm, especially with the energy he gives off. But I cannot stop thinking of transfem Jax no matter how hard I try not to- Because, like, I can totally see it being 100% canon!!

Just imagine the angst potential involving it, because he probably wouldn't know what he's experiencing and he might think that he's starting to extract! But yet the gender disphoria (idk if that's how it's spelled, but you'll get what I mean if it's spelled wrong) was always there for him, even before he joined the circus! And some of you probably know that Goose themselves have started to think about having Jax wear a dress in future episodes, and hooo boy, am I having thoughts about that!!

Imagine this: For the latest adventure, Jax is made to wear a dress, as a disguise. He is just complaining about it the entire time, not even going to look at himself as he's wearing it as he "probably looks silly and stupid in it". Once the adventure is over, he stomps away from everyone to go and take it off, feeling as if he was being made a fool of by them, even though they had been complimenting the way he looked the entire time (even if some of the compliments had laughter in them). In a similar fashion to the scene where Pomni stopped in front of the mirror when she saw herself in the digital circus for the first time, Jax walked passed a mirror and decided to take a look to "see what they were making fun of". When he looked at himself while he was still wearing the dress, he couldn't help but stare at himself. He thought, for the first time in forever, that he didn't just look good, that he looked right. There's wasn't any other way to explain it. He just looked right. He looked and felt like he was what he ever wanted to since he was a little kid. He twirled a little in the dress, making sure to get a good look at himself as he's wearing it, not being able to help but just softly smile at himself as his eyes were majorly dilated. This goes on for a few minutes before his first moment of gender efforia (again, don't know how to spell it-) is interrupted by Pomni and Cain, who were going to see if he was done with getting dressed. Cain just simply says something along the lines of "Wow, you finally decided to take a look at yourself, Jax? My, I thought we would never see the day!" Which results in an embarrassed scoff from Jax as he rolled his eyes at him. But Pomni saw that he was actually happy with the way he looked like never before, and tells him that he could wear dresses more often if it made him happy. He acts like he was deeply insulted by it and said that he wouldn't ever even think of doing this again, but later on he starts wearing dresses in his free time (where no one could see him, of course) (Except for Pomni, she'd probably help him pick out the dresses tbh).

If anyone wants to draw the little imaginary scene I made up, do it!! Draw it! Just tag me in it so I can see it!

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc jax #tadc pomni #jax #the amazing digital circus jax #jax the amazing digital circus #jax tadc #pomni #the amazing digital circus pomni #pomni the amazing digital circus #pomni tadc

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clementinegreye's masterlist and navigation station:

REQUESTS: OPEN!

you can make requests or simply come chat to me; here

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🍋 aaron hotchner

the sweetest sin of all || 3.4k

the sweetest sin of all (part 2) || 2.6k

who'd have thought aaron hotchner was a man so consumed by longing (lightly inspiredin the midst of investigating a serial killer who chooses victims based on the seven deadly sins, aaron hotchner finds himself entangled in more than just the case (inspired by hozier's new song 'too sweet'):

more coming soon!

🌷spencer reid

safer dreams || 2.3k

it's not easy to keep someone safe in your nightmares, something Spencer knows all too well.

new story 'false god' coming soon! check out the teaser here!

some stuff about me and my writing below the line:

about me: hi! my name’s soph, im 23 and an aquarius.

some quick fire facts about me; i’m a cat person, i have a chronic illness, get anxious a lot and my favourite show is criminal minds (in case you couldn’t tell), im trying to get back into reading this year, i have an abnormal amount of jellycats (yes the soft toys) and i love fruit (all fruit)! 🍋‍🟩🍓🍒🍊

i’ve been writing since i was 15 and i’ve been posting my work for a few years now, albeit under different blogs and i post some of my stories on Ao3, which i’ll link below.

writing/requests notes and guidelines:

i currently only write for criminal minds. i’m happy to write angst, fluff, hurt/comfort etc. just be specific in the ask what you’d like and i can try accommodate it!

i use she/her pronouns and therefore feel comfortable writing from that perspective (or gender neutral.m). i’m hesitant to write male!reader as i don’t want to inaccurately portray something i have no experience with.

as a guideline i definitely won’t write anything containing rape, incest or child abuse, non-consensual sex or anything including minors or those underage. i am also hesitant to write abusive situations.

i’ve never written smut but if the topic came up i guess i could give it a go. i would just have to be comfortable with the context and the setting. if you’re request it and i don’t write it, i’m probably not comfortable with it. 🌷☁️🐚

my requests are OPEN and right now and i’ll write for any criminal minds character (i’m most used to writing for spencer and hotch, but i’ll give anything a try) if you want to request something or even just come have a chat and get to know me better my inbox is always open!

i always appreciate feedback and comments, likes and reblog also! but if you just fancy reading something go ahead, there’s no pressure on this blog to interact, it’s always appreciated but i know how i sometimes interact with things on tumblr so i understand. 🌟

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racinggirl · 2 years

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Pedals || Charles Leclerc 16

type: one shot pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 1.6k summary: just some fluff moments in your shared house requested: yes! “What if you make something with Charles were the reader is a musician and she plays the piano of their house and do videos posting them on her media and sometimes Charles tries aging with her or just doing silly things like on that Charlotte's video. And maybe be likes to go to recitals to cheer for her and she loves going to his races” (by anon) Requests are OPEN!!! warnings: dizziness, nothing much really, just loads of fluff. notes: I really enjoyed writing this, and this GIF, urgh, adorable.

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Something you and Charles had in common, aside from your love for each other, was your love for music, especially playing instruments yourself. You often found yourself playing the piano, humming along with the melody and occasionally singing a few songs as well. Your fingers dancing like ballerina’s over the piano keys, your feet pushing down the golden pedals at the bottom of the black piano you and Charles bought to put in your shared house.

Today was one of those days you didn’t really feel like going out at night, even though it was a Saturday evening, you rather just stayed at your apartment in Monaco, watching movies, or as you both preferred, series to binge watch so long it would be like watching two two-and-a-half-hour Harry Potter movies. Your bodies tangled up together, some snacks on the table in front of you, a glass of wine in your hands. Perfect.

Even though it was almost 11 pm, you weren’t tired, no, not at all, you were full of energy and motivation, so as soon as Charles had turned off the TV to head to the bathroom, you decided to sit down on the stool in front of your piano. Your fingers moved to lift up the black cover that was protecting the keys from any dust, and you intertwined your fingers, turning your hands to crack your knuckles. The phone was balancing on the top of the piano, leaning against the big teddy bear, the bear Charles got you for Valentines day a few years ago.

Your fingers flew over the keys, creating the most angelic sounds, soft, elegant, but so so pure. Charles loved hearing you play, because he knew you were in love with the music, the feeling it gave you whenever you learned a new song. Whenever he came home from work, he knew that smile on your face meant you had learned a new song the moment he saw you walking to the piano. And he was proud, really proud, because you were doing the one thing you loved, and that made him very happy.

You decided to record some of your piano sessions to post it on your social media, because you wanted to broaden your sphere of influence, it made people happy, and you wanted to grow as an individual behind the piano. You were in the middle of a piece when Charles appeared on the side of your screen, which you saw, because you were watching your screen whilst playing. He was doing pirouettes, his hands above his head as he turned, pretending to be a ballerina. You simply rose your left eyebrow, but continued playing, since you knew people would probably love this content as well, and because you knew it would be something the two of you would look back on and laugh about it.

After his performance as a ballerina, he got dizzy, having made probably a little too many turns, so the moment he stopped, he tried to walk into a straight line and failed, making him bump into his own trophy cabin and fall to the ground. You tried to continue playing, holding your laughter but after his groan and the words ‘’I think I am a little dizzy’’ you covered your mouth with your hands, turning around to face him, laughing loudly.

‘’You silly goose, oh my goodness.’’ You got up, shaking your head as you kneeled down next to him, giggling as you could see his eyes spinning. ‘’That’s what you get for trying to steal the show mister.’’ You smiled, brushing some of his hair away from his face.

He simply smirked, grabbing your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours, pulling you down on top of him. ‘’Ah, at least I got my kiss now, mon amour, so my plan worked.’’

‘’This was not your plan, love.’’

‘’Shut up.’’

And with that, he pressed his lips on yours, once more, keeping the distance between the two of you as minimal as possible.

You posted that video, of course you cut out some of the final bits, mostly the entire make out session you and your boyfriend had that evening on the floor of your apartment. You were not going to delete it, because you wanted to be authentic, especially on social media because you knew how fake some people could get.

The reactions and likes appeared rather quickly, but one particular comment caught your eye. The reason? It was Charles’ comment. He was at the factory, preparing for the next race in Barcelona, one of your favourite tracks because it meant your home GP, being from Spain yourself. However, you couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, liking it almost instantly, it was cheesy, probably, but it was cute, and the fans thought the same.

‘Heh, I fell for you ❤️’

Weeks later, many Netflix series, a few races, and some of your recitals later, you thought it was time to record another one of your videos. Charles came home from work and you walked towards him with a big smile painted on your face.

‘’Let me hear it, what did you learn babe?’’

You didn’t hesitate to run to the piano, lift up the black cover and let your eyes scan the white paper which was covered by black music notes. You started to play, focussed, but smiley. Charles listened to every single note you played, being the proudest boyfriend ever, and once you finished, he clapped his hands, making you get up and bow for him. He laughed, walked over to you and wrapped his strong arms around you to lift you up from the ground, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you let your nails wander over his neck.

‘’That was amazing, mon amour, absolutely magnifique.’’ His warm breath hit your ears, making shivers run down your spine.

‘’Thank you baby, I wanted to record a video with that song.’’

‘’Alright, I’m going to take a shower so I won’t disturb you.’’

You pouted, cupping his face in between your hands. ‘’Who’s going to be my clumsy ballerina in the background now then?’’ You joked.

‘’You’ll have to survive without one, love.’’ He chuckled before pecking your lips and making his way towards the bathroom.

Your relationship with Charles had been perfect from the very first day, and you would not want to trade it for anything in the world. The way you supported each other, cheered for each other, but still both did your own things, it was something you and him both needed. You still remember the day you first walked into the paddock, being known as Charles Leclercs girlfriend. It was scary, at first, because you weren’t used to all the media attention or big crowds waiting for you at the end of the streets whenever you and your boyfriend walked through the city together. However, Charles made you relax, he always knew what to say, and when to say it, making it all so much easier.

You, on the other hand, also remembered the first time you were in the theatre, ready to play out of your skin, nervous, because it was your first performance as Charles’ girlfriend, and you knew people would look at you differently now, it was inevitable. However, after that show, your heart started to beat fast when you saw his smile from the back of the room. He had come, secretly, because he knew that if you had known he was coming to watch you perform, your stress levels would rise a lot more than needed.

After those days, you both were very clear to one another. You would try and come to every race, to support the love of your life with the thing he loved to do the most, and he would do the same, come to your shows as often as he could to support you whilst you were playing the most beautiful songs on the piano.

You had finished the video, and Charles had taken a seat next to you on the stool, behind the piano. ‘’Okay, and now you do this, see?’’ You pointed towards the white paper filled with the notes, and Charles nodded, placing his hands on the keys and pushing them down. You loved to play together, however, the songs you had been rehearsing were a little bit out of his league.

You started the video again, smiling as it went good for some seconds, Charles doing the lower pitched and easier version of the original song. ‘’Shit, that’s on me, sorry, it’s so hard!’’ He had made a mistake, making you giggle. ‘’I have an idea.’’ You smiled, getting up from the stool.

‘’Sit here.’’ You swapped positions, your hands resting on the piano keys once more. ‘’Okay, now, do the same as you did on the lower octave, but without the extra parts, alright?’’ You kissed his cheek and let him try a few times, it was easy, because he only had to touch the keys a few times during the song. However, he was also in charge of the pedals right now, because that was something he could actually do, and was quite good at as well.

You continued the video you were recording, because moments like these were the moments you did not want to lose. It went perfectly, the both of you hitting every note and playing with big smiles on your face, together.

You finished and hugged him, pressing your lips on his as your fingers rubbed his back gently. ‘’That was amazing! I’m proud of you, baby.’’ You smiled, feeling his lips against yours.

‘’And I am proud of you.’’

‘’You’re quite good at the pedals.’’

‘’Oh yeah, I know, pedals are my specialty.’’

You laughed.

‘’I love you, mon amour.’’ He whispered.

‘’Je t’aime aussi.’’

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fastfur07 · 14 days

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Why are you called fastfur if you are a derg with no fur? Unless you do have fur and I am merely a silly goose

T. S. Eliot wrote that "the naming of cats is a difficult matter", and the same applies to dragons. Dragons' names are not given at birth, but decided on at some point in their upbringing once they have established their place in this world. Some dragons will set out to discover the name that fits them, while others will simply let it come to them - but in either case no dragon can really control where their name comes from and when. When the name does arrive, they'll know it's right for them, even if it doesn't seem to fit them superficially. Yes, I have no fur, but my name arose from a complex and spiritual connection to the world.

Long story short, I read exactly 3 Warriors books.

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authorofthemoon · 7 days

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Alright I wanna catalogue all my thoughts on Persona 3 Reload but it's gonna start with an info dump. I rescued Fuuka and about halfway though the revenge website arc. So first done teammate thoughts.

I think the protagonist is pretty boring I just feels like he's less present than Yu and Ren. All his answers are either boring, polite, or really mean. Not a lot of opportunities to be a silly goose at least so far. I get the feeling he's meant to be a little emo and possibly apathetic to others due to the game's themes.

Junpei is cool, really silly goofy guy. Sucks he falls victim to Persona idiot guy syndrome and is kinda treated poorly by everyone and is kinda perverted. It's not insane but it's their.

Honestly love Takebe so much. She is such a normal person and it's so refreshing. And I mean normal normal like she is trying her fucking best even though she's kinda lame (affectionate) at times. Like the Ace Defective line made me laugh solely because of her pause beforehand like she tried so hard. And her random beef with Kirijo is so good. It's probably explained later but day one she did not get a good vibe from her and is constantly like 'Idk she gives me the ick' is so funny to me.

Speaking of Kirijo. Love her. Queen shit. Mother. Actual group mom. She's trying her best and again she's so funny. Her thinking that someone broke into Junpei's room when he's simply a slob is peak to me. She is THE Empress.

Akihiko. We love a good gym bro himbo. Him and Shinji have messy exes energy. Not much to him yet honestly but I'm excited to know more.

Same with Fuuka she seems really cool. Normal shy girl character but I'm sure we get a lot more depth with her social link.

Speaking of which social link rundown.

Kenji had me questioning my sanity bc why am I so supportive of this guy getting groomed? I can say it's a bad idea to ask out your teacher but I can never be like 'hey, she's a pedo.' I literally have been speed running his link bc I need to know if she's a creep or if he's delusional. I'm at 9 so it seems to be delusional.

I took one look at Odagiri and went 'ah yes, he's a little bit fucked up.' only halfway through so curious where it goes.

Would die for the elderly couple I need to advance their link.

Miyamoto, go to a fucking doctor do you not know how injuries work?

Chihiro I would kill for you. Not that far into her link but her dad can catch these hands.

Maya is cool. Not that engaging of a link tbh.

Hiraga is very cute and sweet so I wanna advance his link I'm only a couple in.

Yuko is cool I'm only at 4 with her. She's funny and quick witted.

I will fucking kill Maiko's parents and adopt her myself. I'm only at 5. The moment I saw she was hanged arcana I was worried for her.

Pharos is cool idk how to advance his link I assume it'd natural.

Haven't done much with Bebe. Will at some point.

I just started the monk. He's interesting.

Suemitsu my sweet summer child go to fucking therapy. About halfway through and the tea is piping hot. Bro is literally like eating himself to death or something. I do think he's very sweet though.

That's about it loving the game despite a few nitpicks bc it's Atlus and my grudge against then is eternal.

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