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billskeis · 4 months

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heyy! can you do 2010tom x reader fluff where reader asks tom to teach her german but they are ending up doing yk…

ᡣ𐭩 learning german w tom (GONE WRONG!)

“tomtomtom!” “whatwhatwhat baby?” you came running to your boyfriend’s room to see him playing video games on the console. sitting in the gaming chair, he’s manspreading and only had sweatpants on, completely shirtless, and completely vulnerable.

“can you teach me german?” he raises an eyebrow at you

“you want to learn german? what’s this all of a sudden baby?” closing the door behind you, you walk closer to his proximity, “i don’t think it’s fair that we only speak english, i just wanna be closer to you and figured that learning how to communicate with you in your native tongue would be nice..”

tom smiles brightly at you. his heart flutters with the idea of teaching you his language was endearing. he never complained, but tom sometimes had trouble expressing himself the best when it came to english. either he communicated it with his body language which sometimes left you confused or just completely dropped the idea and gave up.

to him, this means a lot.

taking in a deep breath, “okay, let’s get started.. y/n?” you were in a daze at how beautiful your boyfriend was. sitting next to him, you played with a braid twirling in your fingers. “huh—? oh right!” chuckling, he shakes his head in slight disbelief.

you were supposed to be paying attention to his lessons, not his hair.

“we can start of with hair, since you keep touching it ever since i got it done. haar.” giggling, you repeat after him, “haar.” nodding his head in approval, he praises you, “good job baby.” ruffling the top of your head making your own hair messy. you softly swat away his hand playfully.

“hmmm how about, du bist attraktiv?” “awww, danke tom!” “how about that? my pretty princess is learning so quick,” he leaves a quick peck on your cheek as you shy away, “some of the terms sound pretty similar in english, nothing too notable.”

what was notable was the sight that beholds you.

tom’s chest, flat up in your face. you swallow hard, staring. although his body not the most buff, his body was inevitably defined. and holy shit, you almost let your mouth go agape, drooling.

being an observer, tom noted this. smirking, all he could do was just wait for you to say something. “u-uh, did you say something tom?” he shakes his head, “haven’t said a word.. done staring?” “pft, as if..” you definitely were staring and tom wasn’t an idiot.

shifting closer, tom’s figure made its way closer to yours, “this one’s a bit harder, repeat after me okay schatz? ich will..” “ich will,” his arms lift your body onto his, now sitting directly on top of him. your face heats up, but the lesson must go on so, you resist fighting back.

after all, it’s your girlfriend duties to learn german!

“dich so…” his hands snake it’s way under your pjs and under your panties. slow circles on your clit, tom was waiting for you to speak. “d-dich so..”

kisses were left on your neck, they were sloppy and wet as you could feel a cold chilly feeling of air on your neck due to the saliva tom so generously left. “mmhm, good pronunciation babe. sehr.”

you couldn’t speak. tom at this point was finger fucking you, and the way he curled his fingers to hit your g spot left your back arching on him.

in an attempt to run away from the pleasure, you try getting off his lap with the little to no strength you had. obviously, tom won and held onto you strong, pressing his body closer to yours, bare chest flat against your back. “ah ah, we aren’t done yet.. you still have something else to say.”

in the meanwhile you attempted to muster up the courage to finally speak, voice all breathy and only whines being able to leave your lips, tom tugged down his sweats and frees his dick from his boxers. you, fully unaware of this happening as you’re only focused on how tom interchanges from rubbing your clit to fingering you.

“s… s-sehr..!” “hmph, you turn me on too baby,” tom lifts you up and aligns himself, flopping you onto his dick in such a swift motion. you can’t help but shudder at the electricity brought by how his tip just reached and kisses your cervix.

tom guides your hips up and down his length, the shape of your walls already adjusting to him just right, “mein Gott.. you’re already so wet..” “t-tom this is not how i planned to spend our… eveninnngh” unable to speak properly, you drag out the words to the way tom drags his dick in and out your cunt.

“sorry darling, but the way you were looking at me, i couldn’t help myself..” landing a smack on your ass, you and tom fuck each other to each your highs.

it didn’t take long, due to the lack of intimacy you guys had lately due to tom’s music and you working, you were just soo sensitive and tom was horny.

“i-i.. coming!” with a sharp thrust into your pussy, your legs shook with the adding mix of tom rubbing your clit slowly and painfully. shortly after you felt warmth consume your insides, tom had also came and continued to fuck his cum inside you.

slowing down his movements, tom places trails of sweet kisses along the curve of your back. you’re unable to speak, one orgasm already tiring you out. looking behind you, your boyfriend is smiling while breathing heavy. what the fuck man, you thought. tom looks as though he’s ready to go for another round, or maybe ten.

“atta girl.. can you go again?”

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fluff #tokio hotel smut #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz smut #2000s #fyp

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ao719 · 4 months

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What's Already Mine

A/N: This is a part of my Us Again series. Submission for @choicesflashfics using prompt #2. Not beta’d. Please excuse any errors.

Title Inspiration: Already Mine - Us The Duo

Book/Pairing: TRR; Liam x MC (Katherine)

Rating: G • Warnings: None.

Word count: 2500

Catch up here

Both my suit jacket and arm are draped over Katherine’s shoulders as we walk back towards the hotel from her old bar where I found her.

We’ve walked in silence for a few blocks and it’s deafening despite the bustling city around us. We’ve seemed to have only a silent understanding of the situation; neither of us has said a word.

My mind is too muddled to speak. I don’t know what to say because there’s so much to be said but nothing all at once. I don’t want to ask if she’s alright because obviously she isn’t. I don’t need to ask what’s wrong because I know. I know why she was there. I know why she broke down when she saw me.

Despite knowing, I don’t know what to say … and I hate myself for it.

I glance down at her when I hear a sniffle; she’s staring at the ground as she walks holding my jacket securely around herself. I watch her hand poke up from beneath the lapels to wipe a tear from her cheek and I feel my heart break a little more.

I want to tell her it’s ok, that it’ll be ok, that we’ll be ok. I want her to tell me the same. But I know that neither of us can say that right now with certainty.

So we continue to walk … in silence.

****

Once back at the hotel, Katherine and I step inside our suite. I shut the door behind me and start to follow her as she walks into the bedroom; now that my arm isn’t around her, I notice that she’s a little wobbly on her feet thanks to her slightly tipsy state. She didn’t have much to drink, only a couple of glasses of wine at the gala, and based on the tab I paid at the bar before leading her out, I’d surmise no more than two drinks there, but I know she’s barely eaten anything today which is doing her no favors and she’s always been a bit of a lightweight as it is.

When I enter the bedroom steps after Katherine, I see her draping my suit jacket on a chair. She then reaches back, attempting to grab the zipper of her gown, but she can’t quite reach it. When she becomes frustrated, evident by the small huffs of breath she keeps releasing, I step up behind her and gently cover my hand with hers. She goes completely still. After a moment, she glances over her shoulder; her eyes are rimmed red and still misty when she meets my gaze. I give a soft nod, and she slowly lowers her hand as she looks straight ahead again.

As I lower the zipper of her gown, I let my thumb graze her spine, and I swallow thickly. When was the last time I touched my wife like this? The last time that my fingers brushed against her bare skin? I think back … it’s been a year. We were in Ramsford for the Beaumont Bash and we both had a lot to drink that night. I vaguely remember stumbling into our room, my hands tugging at the fabric of her dress and her arms wrapping around my neck as I kicked the door shut. Before that night, it had been months since we’d last been intimate, and before that, even more months. When we woke the next morning, we showered and dressed without a word, and when we arrived back at the palace, she went to the east wing while I headed to my study. It was awkward in a way and treated like it never happened. I think that’s when the deteriorating state of our marriage started to slowly consume my thoughts.

Once her zipper is lowered enough, Katherine takes a step away and turns to face me, holding the front of her gown against her chest so it doesn’t fall. I slip my hands into my pockets to stop myself from reaching for her because I don’t know if that’s something I’m allowed to do anymore. We stare at one another, and my eyes are silently pleading with her. Talk to me. Please. Talk. To. Me. I can swear I see a similar plea in her own eyes. I open my mouth to speak but quickly snap it shut because I still have no idea what to say.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“Of course,” I nod in reply. After staring at me almost expectantly, she lets out a soft breath and turns. “Katherine, I …”

She stops and looks back at me; I see a flicker of something … of what I think is hope mixed with desperation and worry. “Yeah …?”

I hold my breath and her gaze for a moment before shaking my head. “Nothing …”

Her breath subtly hitches in her throat as she drops my gaze and nods. When she disappears into the bathroom, I hang my head, squeezing my eyes shut in disappointment.

Disappointment with myself, where we are, and my inability to grasp how to fix it.

I begin to loosen my tie, but I freeze as my eyes shift to the bathroom door when I swear I hear a muffled cry from behind it.

Where did it go? The love I once knew? It’s lost in the dark The light can’t shine through Where did we go? I can’t see it now I’m fighting the night To find you somehow…

*******

My fingers are steepled over my lips as I stare out the window of my study. My mind is in the same place as it has been for the past week since returning home: my marriage. Hell, my mind was here before our trip, but now, it’s all I can think about morning, noon, and night.

Katherine and I have yet to speak about what happened in New York. The morning after finding her in the bar, we sat through a silent breakfast followed by a few appearances that were scheduled before heading to the airport for our flight home. On the jet, I almost said something but decided against trying to have that conversation 35,000 feet in the air with no escape if we needed one.

In hindsight … maybe that wouldn’t have been the worst idea.

Since we’ve returned home, things have gone back to exactly how they’ve been. I work through the day and go to the east wing for our nighttime routine with the children. But instead of leaving the moment they go to sleep to go back to my study or the west wing … I’ve lingered. I think she believes I’m just waiting to be sure the children are asleep before slipping out, not realizing I’m there for her. I’m trying to give myself the courage to bring it up, but I find an excuse every damn time. It’s not good timing. It’s late. The kids are there. Whatever my mind can conjure up, it does. My fight or flight has turned to strictly flight; I flee every time. And either she’s having the same thoughts and coming up with the same excuses to not bring it up herself … or she’s completely given up, which after what happened in New York, it’s plausible.

The bottom line is this: I know we’ve reached our limit. I know, one way or another, a very difficult conversation is eventually coming.

At this point, it’s inevitable … and it fucking terrifies me.

I’m so lost in thought that I don’t even register the knock on my study door. It’s not until I feel a shove against my arm and hear my name that I finally snap out of it and glance up to see Drake staring at me questioningly.

“I’m sorry,” I say, shaking my head as I straighten in my chair. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“No shit,” Drake playfully scoffs. “I knocked a few times … called your name when I came inside, but you were zoned out.”

I release a breath and nod, rubbing my eyes with the pads of my fingers. “Yeah … sorry. It’s been a long week.” I blink a few times to focus my vision and when I do, I see Drake now sitting across from me. His arms are folded across his chest and his brow is arched. “What?”

“Seriously, Li … what’s been going on with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“This isn’t the first time I’ve caught you like this over the last few months. You seem like you have a lot more than just the stress of running a kingdom on your mind.”

I look away, unable to hold his gaze. Neither Katherine nor I have ever mentioned anything to our friends pertaining to the state of our marriage. We’ve put on the same show in front of them that we have in front of everyone else.

“Liam … talk to me.”

I look at my best friend again, trying to rein in the sadness I feel. If I can’t talk to Katherine, maybe talking to someone will help. I clasp my hands together and lean forward against my desk as I let out a heavy sigh.

And I end up breaking down as I tell him everything.

Drake listens without interruption, but he doesn’t hide the surprise in his expression. When I finish, I can see him still trying to process everything I’ve just told him.

“I never would have guessed … any of that,” Drake finally says.

“We’re good at hiding it,” I say. Too good. “It’s just … it’s become our norm. It’s like second nature now … putting on the front.”

“Why haven’t you guys ever said anything?”

I can hear the hint of hurt in his tone. “I don’t … I don’t know,” I reply truthfully. “I can’t speak for her, but for me … I guess it’s … I feel like I’ve already let her down … and the kids. I didn’t want to let my friends down, too.”

“Liam, you’re not letting any of us down.”

“I’m supposed to maintain this image of my life. Acknowledging that my marriage had completely fallen apart to myself was hard enough. Saying it out loud to someone else …” I shake my head.

“So what the hell are you going to do?” Drake asks. “I mean, you’re going to fix it, right?”

“I don’t know,” I scoff with a shrug. “I don’t know if it can be fixed.”

Drake’s brow furrows. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that …” I trail off, chewing the inside of my cheek, not wanting to say my next words, but they come anyway. “I’m saying that perhaps this is the end of our story.”

“What the fuck, Li?” Drake barks as he abruptly stands from his chair. The reaction startles me, and I look at him, unable to hide my surprise. “How could you even say that?”

“Do you think that’s what I want?” I snap. “Because it’s not! But I can’t force us to get back to where we once were!”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Drake chides, and when I open my mouth to retort, he leans forward, getting right in my face. “It’s bullshit. And. You. Know. It.” He stands upright. “To just accept defeat is not only the easy, coward’s way out, it’s not you!”

“Drake—”

“No, I don’t want to hear it,” Drake interrupts. “What you and Katherine have … it’s the fucking dream, Li. And I’m not talking about the literal fairytale crap,” he says, waving his hands dismissively. “I’m talking about the real shit. I watched you two; I had a front-row fucking seat. I watched your story unfold. I watched you both fight like hell to be together. And here you are now, a decade later, and you’re ready to wave the white flag because you two hit a rough patch that you won’t acknowledge to each other? Fuck. That.”

As I stare up at him, I feel a tear slip down my cheek … because I know he’s right. I clear my throat and snap my gaze toward the window, trying to fight back my emotions.

“I know you both, Li, and neither of you would keep putting yourself through this if you truly wanted to walk away. That’s gotta stand for something.”

My gaze shifts up to his again. “I don’t want to walk away,” I say through a cracked whisper.

“Then you fight.”

Where did it go? The passionate fire? We can’t find the flame And now we’re both tired What do we do When all we have left Is dying for life But on its last breath?

****

That evening, as I’m finishing up my work for the day and finalizing some plans I’ve set into motion, I hear a knock on my study door and call for them to enter. When I look up, Katherine steps inside. “Hi,” I greet her as I rise from my chair.

“Hello,” Katherine responds. She quietly closes the door behind her. “I’m sorry to bother—”

“You’re not bothering me,” I interrupt as I walk around my desk.

Katherine swallows, holding my gaze as she subtly nods. “I, uh … I was just trying to get things in order with my schedule for next week, but it’s … did you have it cleared?”

“I did,” I answer, and my heart is pounding in my chest as I watch the confusion fill her expression while I try to keep mine impassive.

“Why?”

“Because we’re going on a trip.”

Katherine’s brows raise. “We?”

“Yes,” I nod. “We … as in you and me.”

“A trip for what?”

“That’s still to be determined,” I say cryptically.

Katherine furrows her brow. “Is it a work-related thing?”

Even though I expected her to think that, it still hurts when she asks. “No,” I shake my head. “It’s not.”

“I’m confused …”

“About?”

“We … we haven’t gone on a trip that wasn’t duty-related in a long time,” Katherine says. “At least … not together.”

“I think it’s safe to say we’re a bit overdue,” I quip.

“But what about—”

“Eleanor and Lucas are going to have some quality time with their Uncle Drake,” I interrupt again, knowing what she’s wondering. “I spoke with him and made all of the arrangements already.”

Katherine lets out a sigh as she continues to stare at me. “I …” She trails off, shaking her head. “I don’t understand …”

My impassive wall drops and I sigh as I let the emotion I’ve been trying to conceal fill my features. “Katherine …” I speak just above a whisper. “You and I … we’re lost.”

I see her eyes slightly widen as she lets out a breath before she drops my gaze, but not before I see the pain fill her expression. It’s as if hearing me finally acknowledge the truth we’ve both known but have remained silent about out loud has gravely wounded her.

“We’re lost and we both know it. And we can’t keep running from it. We need to face it. We need to … to talk about it and figure out if we’re going to find ourselves again — find us again — or …” I trail off, struggling to say the next words out loud. “Or if we’re going to walk away from this … from each other … because we can’t keep living this way.”

When Katherine looks back up at me, tears trickle down her cheeks. She parts her lips to speak but stops as she lifts a hand and rests it against her throat to where I assume the lump is that’s stolen her voice. More tears fall and more confusion crosses her expression as she continues to hold my gaze.

“I cleared both of our schedules for the next two weeks,” I continue to explain, “and made arrangements for this trip … just for us.”

Katherine’s breath hitches. “Where … where are we going?”

“To the private island …”

I hear the soft breath of acknowledgment Katherine releases.

We can’t run there; we can’t hide or avoid each other. And she knows it. We’ll be left with no other choice but to face this … to face one another.

We stare at each other, and I’m certain the worry and fear of the unknown of what this trip will bring that I’m feeling is the same thing she’s feeling.

We both know we’re going into this completely broken. And we both know that we’re either going to come out pieced back together and on the mend to being whole again … or we’re going to come out irreparably shattered.

I can’t control you Or what your heart will decide But I’ll never stop Trying to fall back in love with what’s already mine…

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keshetchai · 7 months

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I think a huge problem in internet Judaism (also sometimes irl!) discussions is often that we're so focused on fighting or pushing back on misconceptions, Christian normativity, and distorted Christian ideas about our theology — that sometimes in the pursuit of this, we forget to approach a more complicated internal reality, or we overlook parts of our own religion while trying to not assimilate.

Things like the Talmud talking about Yom Kippur being a happy day. A lot of folks were surprised and didn't know there's a huge tradition that YK is supposed to be a positive holiday and many Jews observe with joy. Then some folks went on to elaborate that if someone wished them a happy Yom Kippur and they were Jewish it was fine, but if they were gentiles who simply didn't know anything and didn't bother to learn, then they were annoyed by the lack of care re: cultural nuance or whatever.

But like...of all the annoying christian-normative bullshit that exists — someone trying to wish me a happy holiday on a holiday that is noted to be solemn AND positive, but not really knowing anything about my religion — that doesn't really make a list of things I have time to be mad about! Or even irked by!

There's a lot of ways in which people are shitty and careless or make it obvious they consider our non-christian holidays an annoying quirk they have to acknowledge, but "happy yom kippur!" Is not one of them. Sometimes I just have to remind myself that I want other people to assume the best of me, even when I am the one who is socially awkward or ignorant, or stumbling around just trying to be an okay person. And sometimes I am the clueless one who has only a shallow understanding of someone's interior life/culture and I said/did nothing actually offensive but treated the situation the same way I treat similar ones in my own life because everyone has cultural blinders somewhere.

So sometimes, I have to look at other people doing The Thing and ask myself if it's at all malicious or harmful, and if it ISN'T, shouldn't I assume the best of another human bumbling around like I do all the time? "Hey thanks. Yeah I had a meaningful holiday."

Likewise, YES, we do have a history of wrestling with G-d and pushing back and asking questions and so on, but no, stiff-necked isn't wholly complimentary, it's...frequently the opposite of that. And the knee-jerk reaction is often to push back against Christianity and Islam vilifying Jews and their stubbornness/failures/wrongs in the Bible. Which is totally reasonable, there's a huge history of a theology of antisemitism and blaming there that impacts us today.

HOWEVER, we can push back against the antisemitic theologies and interpretations of these stories without necessarily having to recharacterize everything beyond recognition?

Yes, Abraham yelled at G-d that one time, and it was great. It may have even been a test of Abraham. Yes, Israel wrestles with G-d. Yes, the Jews in the desert complain to Moses they are dying of thirst and ask what was the point of leaving Egypt if they should only die while wandering instead?

Great. Love that. BUT ALSO: yes stiff-necked is not always a compliment. Yes, the Israelites struggled and made mistakes, and are utterly and painfully human just like people are today. Flawed. We are not so stiff-necked as to say we have not sinned!

Is anything as scary as a group that admits no flaws? No errors of judgment? Never questions themselves or learns from past mistakes? Idk to me, it's all very "with great responsibility comes great accountability, and power isn't the point here." Yes? If we take pride in the moments of arguing and the pushing back, then by that same token, we have to own the failings just as much to learn from. The relationship between G-d and Jews is a two way street.

It's not a failing to be an imperfect human, but it would be a failing to screw something up and then never admit it or keep doing it when you can change.

Idk I just...there's got to be ways we can dig into meaty and interesting stuff without having to constantly be like "just because some ancestors screwed up and G-d was angry at them doesn't mean you can say Jews lost the love of God and the covenant and were replaced you absolute weirdos."

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sillybucket · 10 months

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“I will be okay” { Stolas x g/n reader }

Woo my first Tumblr fanfic - I’m a little nervous I’ll admit … my writing skills are painfully mediocre but still I hope this came out at least okay-ish :,)👍

I wanna apologize in advance for the possible ooc moments … I’m admittedly not a professional writer , I barely know what I’m doing sometimes ;_;

Also if someone already wrote something similar , know it’s not my intention to copy anyone !

🍃 Warnings 🍃 : none , this is just pure fluff featuring the reader visiting the owl boyo at the hospital after the events of season 2’s fourth episode … cause dammit , after all he went through he deserves some affection :,I

🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 .

< Your highness ? >

The nurse’s words seemed to bring Stolas back to reality : he turned around to look at her , his tired eyes barely able to stay open …

His encounter with Striker was still very vivid in his mind , and despite his resilience the Prince was feeling completely exhausted after all the hits and wounds he had received …

All he wanted to do was sleep , desperately trying to pretend that all that had happened was nothing but a bad dream , and holding on to the hope that after closing his eyes he would’ve woke up back to his mansion , back to his daughter …

And back to his beloved .

< Yes ? What is it ? >

, he asked , letting out a hiss as his bandaged leg started to hurt after his sudden movement .

< Well , uh , there is a demon out here … they said they want to see you . >

The nurse adjusted her glasses , looking down on a paper she was holding .

< Their name is (y/n) , do you know them ? Should I let them in ? >

Stolas’s eyes widened , and he immediately shifted to a sitting position , ignoring his aching leg and wounds .

< Oh - oh yes ! Please , let them in ! >

His heart beat quickened as he watched the nurse walk out the room : oh , how he longed to see them , to hold them in his arms and feel their comforting warmth …

After a moment the door opened once again , and a familiar demon slowly walked forward , their worried gaze softening as they stared into the Prince’s scarlet eyes …

< Hey sweetie … I’m so glad to see you . >

, they said , approaching the hospital bed and sitting beside him .

Stolas let out a soft little hoot as their hands caressed his cheek , looking at (y/n) with a loving smile .

< Me too , dearest , I’ve … really missed you . >

He kissed the palm of their hand , taking a deep breath …

< I hope I didn’t scare you too much … I can’t imagine how worried you must’ve been , finding out with a sudden text that I was here at the hospital . >

The Prince sighed , looking down at the floor .

< This is nothing to be concerned about , my love … I’m quite tough , I’ll be fine in no time … I’m just sorry I made you come all this way just for me , I hope you weren’t too busy … I do not want to waste your time , so if you have something else to do or somewhere to be you should probabl - >

While he was talking Stolas hadn’t noticed that (y/n) had gotten closer to him , and when they pressed their lips against his he let out a little surprised gasp before closing his eyes , kissing them back while holding them close to him .

When they both pulled away , (y/n) put their hands on his shoulders , careful to avoid touching any of his wounds …

< Stolas , sweetheart … nothing is more important to me than knowing you’re okay . Besides , you should be more worried about yourself : you’re the one who got kidnapped and beat up by a wanted assassin . >

The Prince looked up at them and smiled softly , leaning forward to leave a kiss on their forehead .

< Thank you , (y/n) … it means so much that you care about me . I love you . >

He looked at the pink shades of the sky outside the window , taking a deep breath while holding them in his arms and caressing their hair …

Despite everything that went wrong that day , despite not knowing what was going to happen in the future , Stolas knew that with his beloved starlight by his side he was going to be okay .

🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 .

If you’re reading this , thank you so much for getting to the end of my silly fanfic :D

Feel free to share your thoughts about it , I’m always happy to see some feedback ^^ I’m very bad at handling my time so I have no idea when I’ll make another one , but I’m definitely planning to do more x readers , maybe from other fandoms I’m into :)👍

Bye now , stay safe ! ❤️

#helluva boss x reader #helluva stolas #helluva boss stolas #stolas x reader #helluvaboss #helluva boss

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cinnamon-galaxies · 5 months

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A Padawan's Confession

Pairings: Obi-Wan x padawan!reader

Warnings/Tags: drama, hurt/comfort, age difference, no (further) romantic interaction

Summary: G/N reader! You and your master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, rest by a campfire overnight during a mission. As your thoughts get heavier each second he senses your trouble and you take the opportunity to announce your decision to leave the order. Because feelings far beyond the boundaries of the Jedi slowly turn you insane as your heart craves for the man who's both the furthest and closest to you....

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A/n: This short story is inspired by a one shot I've written many years ago. I hope you like it! Also English isn't my first language so there might be spelling and grammar mistakes in this story!

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The quiet camp fire marked tonight's resting place from your stressful mission. You and your master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, sat on broken trunks, your cloaks pulled around you tightly to keep the warmth of the fire around your bodies. But as quiet as the night seemed to be, your mind was the exact opposite. Hundreds of thoughts raced around and kept your pulse high and your tension at a maximum. It was at the time you eventually should be honest with your master and talk to him about your decision to leave the order. Your thoughts have been resolving around this topic for months now and with each day passing you felt more certain to pervade your decision, as the pressure and pain got worse and became almost unbearable.

While you tried to think about the best way to tell him, your master sensed your inner tension. "You seem troubled, Y/N," he observed. "Is there something you'd like to talk about?"

You hesitated for a brief moment before you nodded. "Yes. Kinda..."

"What's wrong?" Obi-Wan asked, his neutral facial expression slowly turning into concern. He didn't want you to feel bad. He in fact despised it when you were sad or troubled and that is why he always wanted to be there for you, support you and help you through bad times. Of course it was also his responsibility to care for you but through all the year's you've been his Padawan you grew to be so much more for him, something similar to the daughter he never had. And that is a fact he never actually said out loud but it was a silent truth between the both of you.

You let out a deep sigh but it didn't release any of the heavy pressure pushing down on you. To leave the order was a life-changing decision that couldn't be undone. It could be a big mistake—or the best decision you'll ever make. But after all it hurt a lot to even think about saying goodbye.

"I-" you started but a heavy lump in your throat interrupted you. "I can no longer do this." You automatically lowered your voice and turned your face towards the darkness behind the trees to avoid his glance. You felt tears form in your eyes, so you closed your lids and held your breath. There was almost nothing else as awkward as crying in front of your master, a Jedi in accordance with the code. 'There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force,' you quoted in your mind realizing you've broken at least half of the five key principles. What a shame it would be if you'd shown your master how much you were guided by your emotions. "I'm sorry master," you said.

Obi-Wan frowned in both confusion and concern. "You're sorry? For what? What is it you can no longer do?" he asked with a calm voice. He was trying hard to hide how much he worried about you right now.

"All of this," you replied. "I made the decision to leave the Jedi order." Out of a sudden, relief flooded your veins as the heavy weight of those words left your soul with every syllable spoken.

Obi-Wan paused. He didn't even realize he forgot to beathe while the shock of your announcement washed over him. "Y/N," he finally managed to press through his lips. "Leaving the Jedi order is a significant decision."

"I know," you replied.

"May I ask why you've come to this conclusion?"

You hesitated. It made you uncomfortable to talk about the reasons. Then again, informing him was the least you could do. You still didn't manage to make eye contact. "I've broken the Jedi principles. Or, to put it better, it gets harder for me to follow them everyday. I can't no longer distract myself from my emotions and act as if I don't feel any affection. My mind starts to think in ways the doctrines of the Jedi dismiss and I'm afraid I'll and up in demise." The tears lingering in your eyes got more but you still managed to hold them back. It was obvious that your master could feel the bunch of emotions cracking through all of these walls you've built up since the beginning of your training. But there was one you could still hide. One particular emotion you hid so well from the outside and the force sensing abilities of the Jedi that you were sure, no matter how many your master could sense, that one particular emotion wasn't one of them.

"Affection, you say?" Your master responded and you nodded. "May I ask what kind of affection troubles you?"

You wish you could say that it was only a deep friendship that guided you to paths different from the force. But it was more. Something way deeper. "It's love," you said.

"Love," Obi-Wan repeated. As he turned his gaze towards the camp fire, you dared to look at him. He was obviously lost in thought. Maybe he was searching for the best response or he was thinking about you, wondering who the person might be that made you struggle this hard you considered to leave the order. "The Force guides us all on unique journeys," he then said. "And there are many that aren't consistent with the Jedi ways. You're correct, affection—especially love—is a bond that leads you on a path in-between dark and light. What could be a strength might at the same time become a weakness. Where love blooms, passion lingers. And where passion lingers, darkness awaits."

You listened to his words. It was the same doctrine you had internalized for years but the way your master chose his words made it sound different this time. You suspected that he hasn't finished his monologue yet so you stood quite, examining his side profile while his attention seemed to be caught be the dancing flames. He in fact hasn't finished yet. "As you should know I won't judge you. It's not your decision if you fall for someone. It's your decision how you deal with it. And if your feelings affect you in a way they could harm you and the Jedi order this might no longer be your journey. So don't be ashamed."

You took a deep breath and turned your gaze to the fire as well. "Thank you," you said and a tear finally released itself from your strong hold and rolled down your cheek.

"For what?"

"For your understanding."

Your master chuckled. "Let me tell you a secret. When I was your age I've been in love as well. Twice. So I know your struggle. But it was my decision to lock those feelings up and stay in the order."

You blinked in shock. Your master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, has once been in love? Well, that was something you would've never expected. But at least he's managed to keep his mind straight. And with that thought you replied: "I don't think I'll ever be able to do the same. It's so hard and the person I'm into is almost always around me." You hesitated, afraid you've said too much. But in the end, it wouldn't matter what you've said the day you announced your decision.

Obi-Wan turned his head to look at you. His blue eyes shimmered in the light of the dancing fire that made his gaze seem even warmer than it already was. "Is it your friend Anakin?" he asked in curiosity and you took a deep breath before you shook your head.

"No. It's not Anakin." And with the words spoken out loud you've finally let the last of all the walls you've built to hide your emotions break into pieces. A warm wave of the force rushed over both of you and the campfire, making it dance uncontrollably fast for a brief moment. You noticed Obi-Wan shift but couldn't certainly say what exactly changed as you allowed him to find out about your feelings for him. Your cheeks immediately turned red and you felt shame rush over you. The emotion behind that wall was the exact reason you wanted to leave. Love for your master, the one who would—and should—never return your feelings. The one who was supposed to care for you, to train you, and who played great value on the Jedi principles. He wasn't even just your master, he was a Jedi master and a member of the high council as well.

Obi-Wan didn't turn his gaze away, his blue eyes now filled with a harsh realization.

Another tear ran down your cheek but you tried your hardest to not look away and keep the eye contact. In the perfect world of your fantasy Obi-Wan would've leaned towards you and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. But this wasn't your fantasy, it was reality. And in reality all he did was sit right in front of you, obviously shocked and speechless—but at the same time comprehending many details of your (probably strange) behaviour in the past. Your stares, the way you laughed particularly often in his presence, you distancing yourself from him after you made a mistake... The ways you've tried to impress him when fighting in battles....

"I'm sorry, Y/N", Obi-Wan finally said with a low voice. He was obviously still speechless.

You shook your head. "No. Please don't say that as if it was your fault. It's mine. And I'm gonna leave as soon as our mission's over."

"It is your decision how you want to spend your life. But I can't offer you what you want."

"I know," you replied with a cracking voice. You still watched his face, his expression, the small wrinkles on his skin that were a subtile proof for the big age difference between you and him. You studied his blue eyes that still kept all of the warmth he's met you with during this conversation. His beard, the neatly cut hair... Everything inside of you screamed for his affection, his love, his heart. You wanted him to touch you, pull you to his chest and kiss you gently. Obi-Wan was everything you've ever wanted and the one thing you'll never get. So you tried to memorize his face as best as you could because soon you'll never see it again....

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whiskeybeforesunset · 1 year

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Ghosts | Joel Miller

Pairing: Joel Miller x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Synopsis: Reader is with Joel and Ellie as they enter Jackson. Fair warning, this is going to be more of a slow burn. There’s a nice vulnerable moment between reader and Joel, and indications of rising tensions between new and old family.

Warnings: Panic attack, reference to death of characters (Sarah), I’m pretty sure that’s it.

Author’s note: Joel is probably out of character, it's been a few months since I watched the show. Reader has a dead brother. I’ve tried to keep this one gender neutral so everyone can enjoy it. Time’s a bit wibbly-wobbly and I think I ended up moving some things around to make more sense for this story. I’m planning on doing a part two, not quite sure where I want it to go though. On a more personal note: This is the first time I’ve written a fanfiction in a few months and also the first time I’ve ever done it sober. Who knows whether that will make it better or worse. I did miss writing so hopefully I’m able to keep up with it now that it’s summer. Hope you enjoy it.

Next Chapter

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Your eyes shift around the entryway of the home Joel, Ellie, and you have been boarded for the night. It’s cozy, you think, would make a nice family home.

You notice some patches on the walls of the living room, and walk further into the house to take a closer look. Rectangles, a slightly darker shade of green then the paint surrounding them, spaced out as if… as if they were frames hung on the wall.

You make a somber correction to your previous thought: this was a nice family home.

Before your melancholy can fully settle in, you hear the front door open.

“Ellie?” You call out, thinking she had returned from her time with Maria. Giving a glance through the hall you instead see a frazzled looking Joel.

“What's wrong?” You ask, making your way back to the entryway. His eyes shift from you to the door, like a startled deer determining the best way to avoid danger. Ultimately, he seems to decide he would rather deal with your questions than face whatever he saw outside.

“Nothing.” The word leaves his mouth breathlessly. You watch as his chest quickly rises and falls.

“Joel-” You say calmly.

“I said, I’m fine.” He says more assertively this time, glaring at you through his eyebrows.

“Tell me what’s going on.” You respond, unwilling to let up on the issue.

“It’s nothing.” He turns from you and starts to walk through the house, looking for some other room to escape to.

“If there’s something important, something with Tommy.” You start to follow him.

“Just stop!” He turns around and yells.

You find eyes with tears in them. He looks utterly defeated. You meet his gaze not with pity, but with recognition.

“There was a woman,” he starts, “in the square she… she looked like Sarah. And,” he pauses to take a breath, contracting chest making it difficult for him to speak. His eyes frantically dart, as if the movement will prevent tears from falling. “And she had a kid.” He finishes with a wet sob, ducking his head.

You nod sympathetically. Joel had told you about Sarah. Not all the details, but enough. Enough for you to know what seeing that would mean to him.

You look at the man before you, who so often acts as an unstoppable force of rage, reduced to tears.

Putting a cautious hand on his shoulder, you say “there’s a guy back in the QZ, he uh,” you pause as he takes in a shuddering breath. “He looks just like my brother.”

Joel lifts his head slightly at this. It’s not as if in these times it’s surprising to find out someone has lost someone important to them, but similar to how Joel doesn’t talk about Sarah, you rarely mention your brother.

“I mean he never,” you pause, finding refuge from Joel’s gaze in the wall's patterned discoloration. “He never got as old as this guy, but dammit if he’s not the spitting image of him, ‘specially from behind.” You give a sad laugh, tears beginning to form in your eyes as well.

“Anyways, when I used to see this guy around, I would uh,” you pause, noticing that Joel had begun uniformly breathing again. Good, he was starting to calm down. “I would stand behind him and pretend it was my brother. And that at any moment he was gonna turn around and make some stupid comment about my shoes being beat up, or my hair looking like a rats nest.” You finished, running your other hand through your hair self-consciously.

“Used to?” Joel’s gruff voice pulls you out of your trains of thought.

“Yeah, well,” you look up at him, noticing your proximity for the first time. Your head quickly turned back to the wall before continuing, “a- after a while he started to notice me more. I think he thought I was scoping him out to mug him or something.” You felt your hand, still on Joel’s shoulder, shake as he laughed. “I, uh, I had to stop after he pulled a knife on me.” You say, finishing with a sad grin. You pause, reflecting on the current state of the world, and the degree to which a wariness of those around you is necessary to survive.

“Anyways, what I’m trying to say is, I know what it feels like to have those moments…” You once again return your gaze to Joel. “If you ever want to talk about it- this, or anything else, I’m here for you.”

He nods slowly, looking back at you. His eyes are slightly puffy and glossy from crying, cheeks and lips flushed. Both of you are breathing heavily as you recover from the emotionally heightened moment. Your hand on his shoulder moves down and into a more comfortable position, resting on his chest.

At the movement Joel clears his throat and takes a step back. Your eyes find the floor as he stiffly thanks you and excuses himself. Your hand finally reaching your side as he closes the door.

That was certainly… odd, you think to yourself. Your thumb dances over your fingertips as you consider the events of the last few minutes. In memory, you’ve never seen Joel that vulnerable. Hell, you barely got his last name out of him after knowing him for years, nevertheless had him cry in front of you.

And what was that at the end? It was as if he… no- you had to have imagined it. He was probably just in some kind of shock, too emotionally overloaded to immediately reject the contact. Yes, that explains the way in which he left. Although he did look a bit…

You sigh, shaking your head. There’s no point in entertaining such thoughts. You need to stay focused on Ellie, keeping her safe and getting her where she needs to go.

…

You spend the remainder of the afternoon taking inventory of your supplies, reminding yourself to thank Maria for the new gloves she had left.

Conveniently, you’re able to do so when she comes by with Ellie, inviting you to come to the movie theater with them. Not one to pass up the rare opportunity, you agree.

The walk there is oddly quiet given how vocal Ellie usually is, but you decide not to bring it up now. You’ll have a chance to talk to her about it more privately later.

The makeshift theater is packed. Maria gestures toward the back and tells you that’s where to find Tommy and Joel.

Right. Joel.

You make your way through the crowd and eventually spot them. The somewhat heated discussion they seemed to be having before your arrival quickly dissipates as Tommy greets you by shouting your name and pulling you in for a short hug.

Maria joins you after showing Ellie her seat, though it’s only a few seconds before Tommy asks her to step outside to discuss something with him. You notice Joel gives him a warning glare as he does this.

You join Joel, standing beside him a very intentional distance away. Not far enough that someone might try and squeeze between you, but enough to try and respect the boundaries you feel you crossed earlier.

“Don’t get this back in the QZ, do ya?” You say as two men set up the projector.

Joel responds with a quick exhale.

“Joel Miller, a man of few words and many grunts.” You say, hoping to break the tension with some humor.

It seems to have worked, he replies back: “What’s that thing you’re supposed to do in theaters?” It’s in an annoyed but not necessarily angry tone. You glance over at him, noting that he must not arrive long before you did as his cheeks are still rosy from the winter weather.

“Oh my god! You’re right.” You say with a sarcastic gasp, “I almost forgot to silence my cell phone.”

“I was thinking more the no talking part.” He says rolling his eyes, but struggling to look unamused with your joke.

You allow the silence to fall over you as the light dim and the film starts up.

At some point during the movie your eyes drift over the crowd to find Ellie. You once again open your mouth, much to Joel’s annoyance.

“It’s nice to see her get to be a kid.” You say quietly. He looks at her and then down to you.

“Yeah… it is.” There’s a pause as the two of you listen to the grainy voices coming through the speakers.

“Joel,” you start, “do you ever think we’re doing the wrong thing?” Turning to look at him, you know you don’t have to indicate what the question is in reference to. His eyes are fixed forward as light from the shifting screen dances across his face.

“Yes.” He says quietly after taking a deep breath. It’s not an unexpected answer, but a haunting one nonetheless.

Your eyes turn towards the screen, and you remain quiet for the remainder of the film.

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wannaeatramyeon · 9 months

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Hi I just wanna say that I love your stories, A suggest what about this scenario: Any lookism character there s/o had a dream where she gave birth to a beautiful girl/boy and watch that child grow and then she suddenly woke up crying and asking the lookism character where is there child. Inspired by a tiktok video that came across to my fyp.

I read this when this first came in and was like WHAT. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WRITE THIS??? I DO NOT HAVE THE DEPTH OR MATERNAL INSTINCT. So... here we go. Let's give this a shot.. Gone for Jakey again, because most of my usual gang would either laugh at you (Vin, Goo) or just go straight back to sleep (Sammy, Gun).

Jake Kim x Reader: dreams and reality

G/N reader. Comfort. Sorta.

Anticlockwise and gurgling, the water swirls down the plug hole.

Something that shouldn't catch your eye but it does anyway. Leaves your hairs standing on end as you realise something is drastically wrong.

You can't stop watching it, tilting your head at the motion. Even the shouts from your husband and child doesn't break you out of your trance.

Water doesn't move like that. It doesn't look right. Doesn't look real.

"What's wrong?" A hand grasps your shoulders and you know that that's your husband's voice, your husband's touch.

Except.

Your brain is screaming at you that it's not.

You bolt upright.

Disoriented, slick with sweat and heart racing; it takes you a moment to remember where you are.

Street lights creep in through the crack in the curtains. The familiar curtains, the familiar bedroom walls, the familiar bed.

"What's wrong?" Jake stirs next to you, your sudden movement waking him.

The same words that brought you out of your dream and into reality.

Jake Kim. The only constant between both worlds.

Years, almost a lifetime, gone in a flash. The life you built, family you made. The romance, the wedding, the baby, the child.

None of it real yet you feel a deep sense of loss.

"I dreamt-" and your voice cracks, the tears stream down unbidden. You feel like an idiot but-

"Hey," Jake breathes, pulling you into his arms.

Jake stays up with you for hours after, comforting you as you fight back hiccups to tell him about your dream.

About the life you had, the years you experienced, only to realise it was nothing.

You cling onto his arm, breathe in his scent. Because if it turns out this is also a dream, then reality would be a nightmare. You don't want to wake up.

As if sensing your thoughts, his words rush out to provide comfort. Stability. Assurance. "I'm here. I'm real. This is all real."

He pulls you closer, smoothing back your hair, kissing your hairline.

"I'm sorry," Jake whispers. Into the night, into the darkness. Patient and gentle even as he wakes to you being a sobbing mess.

"I promise it'll happen. The life you want. Everything. I can promise you that."

He has his own dreams. Similar to yours. Of one day getting out, of one day being able to leave the violence behind.

Starting a new life, starting a family. All with you by his side.

#me giving myself another 'i tried' award #sorry for the abrupt ending #lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #lookism fic #jake kim #jake kim x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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idv-brainrot-go-brr · 1 year

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lmao hi could i please request (romantic or platonic is up to you) hcs for joseph and wu chang with a g/n reader who has massive fucking eyebags but like, they sleep, like ALOT

Sleeping Beauty

Character(s): Joseph, Wu chang Content: reader is very eepy, they zzzz

Joseph

First of all, he doesn't really mind that you sleep a lot

Since he's busy most of the time anyway there is plenty of time when you can just nap the day away without him even noticing

What he does notice though, is that you look exhausted all the time

dark eye bags, weary expression, you look sick

Now that's a problem because that makes him panic.

Are you sick? How long have you felt like this? When did it start?

You can tell him a hundred times over that you in fact feel fine, but in his mind, the exhaustion, the many hours you spend asleep, and the lack of improvement in terms of your circumstance; clearly indicate that you are dying

He's a paranoid

And as much as that looks amusing he is incredibly stressed about this possibility and he will stress you too.

If you're stubborn and refuse to see someone regarding your health then he'll bring the healthcare to you

Even if Emily herself told him you're fine he would be hesitant to believe it

He'll probably spend a lot of time around you because he has to learn at his own pace that you are okay. Otherwise, he won't accept it.

So in the end he's just like 'ok this is a thing now' and then he'll finally back off a bit

All of that drama comes from a place of genuine concern though, so don't blame him for it

Bi'an

Fairly chill about it

He trusts you to take care of yourself, he trusts that you'd ask for help if you'd need it

And hey, everyone has things they go through sometimes, and in those moments the standard amount of rest might not suffice to deal with what you're experiencing

He would probably only really comment on it once prompted to do so by Wujiu.

He'd ask if you're okay; if you're sure that you're okay and if you need anything

Will probably make you some tea and then call it a day

If something's bothering you, you can talk to him

If you need comfort, he'll hold you

But he won't pretend like you're not your own person, perfectly capable of taking care of yourself

Wujiu

Fairly not chill about it

Similar to Joseph he is highly alarmed and highly convinced that you are sick and you are in fact actively dying.

First he drags out Bi'an to take a look at you (thank god for the resident brain cell) but isn't satisfied with the result of that

Drags you to see every vaguely medically knowledgeable person he can find

Every single one

If all of them agree that you're fine, he still won't believe it and prepare a home remedy to boost your energy levels

And only once that doesn't show much effect will he actually leave you alone and accept that you're ok, you just look a little tire

Assuming though, that any one of them does find something wrong or so much as voices concern/a theory, you're never getting rid of him again.

He hovers over you like a mother hen

Pros: you don't have to move, he'll do anything for you, literally anything

Cons: you are under constant surveillance and you are on strict bed rest

which means your life would get very boring very fast and there is nothing you can do about it because he does not listen to you

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv joseph x reader #joseph desaulnier x reader #idv photographer x reader #wu chang x reader #idv wu chang x reader

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luxwritings · 2 years

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Heyy, I hope you’re doing well!

I really liked your “monster trio reacting to making you cry” and I would like to request a similar scenario with the bucci gang. (If that’s too many people then just Abbacchio, narancia, Bruno and mista) thankss 🥰

I gotchu eventhough this reply is a year and a half late

Abbacchio, Narancia, Bruno, and Mista reaction to making you cry

Reader: g/n

Abbacchio

One of those guys that really wouldn’t mean to make it on purpose, but because of his semi-harsh tone theres one time where it does it hard enough for it to make you cry. His voice is deep and rough, and paired with his little attitude he can give sometimes, shit can hurt.

So when you and the rest of the bucci gang are sitting together, and you ask a question where.. the answer mightve been obvious.. Abbacchio’s tone and voice made him come off as rude and annoyed as he answered your question in front of everyone else. Thankfully, no one really batted an eye since they’re used to him being that way sometimes, but as his significant other you are used to getting a soft treatment.

You began to overthink this, and you excuse yourself from where him and the rest of the bucci gang is sitting to be alone for a while. Abbacchio however, can read you like an open book, and knows right away something is wrong. The second you stand up to leave, he is right behind you.

“Why do you want to be alone, mi amore? Whos bothering you? Mista?” he asks, while you two reach privacy

You smile a bit, “You are”

He gives you a confused look, and silently waits for you to continue

“I dont know..” Your voice begins to crack as you try to communicate the pain, “Maybe I misread your tone, but earlier, when I asked kinda a dumb question, you responded a bit rudely”

As he listens, your tears flow and you cant help but to feel a bit pathetic.

But, you feel that familiar hand on your head that stops you in your tracks of crying for a second. You look up, and Abbacchio is lightly petting your hair. He opens his mouth to speak and says, “Don’t cry. I know I can be an asshole sometimes, I’ll be more careful, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t realize…”

You smile in response, and he continues in his serious voice, “No more tears, I’ll make it all better, I promise.”

“Yes,” you pout jokingly, “Make it all better.. pat my head more.”

He chuckles in response, “No but seriously, I’m sorry mi amore”

Narancia

I would just have to say that Narancia making you cry must be done physically because lord I can barely imagine him saying something hurtful to his s/o even on accident

Its a normal afternoon, and you and Narancia are doing you and Narancia things, also known as being overly energetic at random times in the day. What does today bring? Wrestling match.

Its usually very playful with him, and many of the rest of the bucci gang is around doing their own thing as Narancia is struggling to pin you on the floor and count to three. However, you dont go down without a fight, so there is a LOT of resistance on your end. This definitely causes issues.

In the mess of limbs and fighting noises, Narancia’s fist clashes with your lip in attempt to move his hand to pin your wrist. Your hand flies to your mouth and you back out a bit, stunned. The tears in your eyes begin to brood, but you tried to keep it in.

“Owww Narancia!!” But, your voice cracks, and somehow some tears escape your eyes. The embarrassment pushed you to the edge to let the crying release, especially since you and Narancia weren’t alone.

“What happened??” Mista shouts from the other room from all the commotion.

“N-Nothing!” and Narancia begins to slightly freak out, and his eyes automatically turn back to you in panic. “Y/n! I’m sorry!! Don’t cry!!”

But your hand is still over your lip, and youre sure theres blood thats began to come out. Narancia reaches over and gently removes your hand, wishing to look at where he hit you.

And surely, there is a bit of blood he sees. He gasps at the sight, “Does it hurt?!”

You cock your head a bit, “Yeah, a little.”, ending with a sniffle from your continued crying-runny-nose.

Though, he continues to look extremely concerned, and its quite cute, but you dont want him to overly worry. “That means you got a foul and you lose, though”, you grin widely

If theres one thing about Narancia, its that your smile is absolutely contagious to him, just as much as his is to you. So as you can imagine, he grins, really big, “Well, thats okay, you can punch me and we’ll be even.” he says, gloatingly.

You shake your head, reaching to wrap your arms around him, as he reciprocates. You tumble over holding each other laying down, room filled with laughter.

Bruno

It genuinely feels impossible to think of a scenario where Bruno could make you cry

But the thing about Bruno is like, he can get pretty invested in his gang, rightfully so. I mean, he is a father of 5.

Bruno really doesn’t like to get you included in all of the gangs details, like as in violence, missions, etc. His main priority is protecting you from harmful things, and he believes that having you included in his work is one of them. That also means that.. theres days with no message from Bruno. Theres nights on end where you are lonely because he isn’t there, hes working.

On one certain night, you decide to dial his cell and call him from home. Your hands shook, pressing each number, as you were already crying at the sight of your empty living space you came home to once again.

The phone rings, and stops. “Bruno.”

“Yes?”

“You are never here, and you’re always vague about whats going on and what you’re doing.”

He’s silent, so you continue. “I feel neglected.” you sniffle, “For the last few days, I’ve been falling asleep alone and I don’t even get informed on why you’re even gone because of your gang.”

You hear a small sigh on the phone, “I know. I need 20 minutes, I must finish something and I’ll be home. I’m sorry.”

“Okay.” you say in response, quite sadly still.

“Y/N. I know you are crying. I don’t want you to cry, but I understand why you are.”

“I get your work, it’s just, I miss you. I’m not mad or anything.”

Another moment of silence passes, where Bruno momentarily thinks for the best solution to keep you satisfied. “How about I shift all of my responsibilities on Giorno for the next few weeks and we can spend time together, okay?

“Okay!” you say, more excitedly this time. Its obvious your mood has lifted up, extremely thankful for Bruno. “Oh.. and.. when you come home, can we watch TV?”

“Of course my darling”

Overall pretty easy to be soothed by Bruno, especially since his demeanor is just calming and he never tries to have malicious intentions with you, so theres a lot of trust there.

Mista

I feel like he’d probably say some stupid shit during an argument that would push you to the edge of making you cry. I’m not tryna be angsty here but… that just makes sense to me. So I’ll twist my idea a bit (if yall are interested in a separate more angsty piece that regards mista and y/n arguing however ..)

You and Mista do bicker a lot, and its usually very jokingly in a way that you guys just like to fake argue and be silly. However, on moody days, things can get out of hand, and out of hand fast.

Mista didnt realize that you werent up to any sort of jokes like that today, so when he makes a comment on something you were insecure about today through a punchline, it does not tickle your funny bone. (had to slide in a white phrase)

Mista overall is quite sensitive in the sense that hes very aware of things that can hurt you. But man, the moment you gave him that death stare in response to his joke, he knows he fucked up… But, before he can open his mouth to speak, the waterworks begin. You did have a moody day, after all.

“H-hey…”, He approaches you closer, taken aback by a reaction he certainly did not expect. “I didn’t really mean it, okay?! I was just joking.”

“But you know I’m not feeling well!”

“I didn’t know! I’m sorry for making you cry babe..”

Your voice softens as you whine his name, and his tone reflects yours, “Dont cry.. okay?”

You slightly nod, looking up at him. As your eyes meet, he suddenly pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, rocking your bodies together back and forth.

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mrs-monaghan · 1 year

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Kinda funny how all those years Jikook dressed alike, matching almost head to toe or in exactly the same outfit, this whole fandom wrote it off, even after RM asked them point blank if they were a couple. Then to hear when JK was watching Suchwita, ask why YM were wearing similar clothes, even tho their clothes really were nothing alike, but triggered him enough for a response, really made me laugh. I saw YM & TK shippers saying its cause he knows about YM. LMAO idiots, their clothes weren't couple clothes or matching, they were just too similar for JK's liking. Hey Suga, go try to peel off JM's leaf for him, with JK watching. I just wanna see something for research purposes. We always tease JK & Minimoni, but he also gets high key annoyed with Yoonmin, too.

Anoooooooooon why do you think JK reacted to Suchwita in the first place?? Yes JK is a Minimoni anti. That's been established. But he is also a major Yoonmin anti. Like big time and it's been going on for a long ass time. He he hee. JK is not a fan of Yoonmin moments which is why we don't talk about Yoonmin so shh

But also let's talk about Yoonmin shall we? Only because JK's dislike for their moments is underrated. No other reason 🤭🤭

Before we begin. Here is a compilation of Suga checking out the Jibooty. Tbf he does check out other members as well but....this is about Yoonmin. He hee

So! Off the top of my head exhibit A) this BBMA 2017 Live. JK did not take his eyes off Suga until he got off Jimin

First of all, there is ALOT happening on this live. Like alot. Which is why I'm not clipping the exact moment because you should absolutely watch this entire live. JK has a stronger reaction to RM being on Jimin but he also kept an eye when Suga did it 👆🏽

Exhibit B) Is my own personal theory. Remember in winter package when JK went with Yoonmin for beer tasting and gave up zip lining?

In what world would thrill seeker JK give up zip lining so he can go beer tasting? Now don't get me wrong, JK loves his liquor much like the rest of them. But still, it was kinda sus to me, alright? Could it have been satellite Jeon wanting to be with his man? Maybe. Still, knowing Jimin was gonna spend all day with Suga getting tipsy... idk. I can see JK wanting to be around for that 🤭🤭🤭

Exhibit C) incase someone missed Suga drooling during this

(Put your phone on landscape and u can zoom in and take a closer look🤭)

Exhibit D) do we really need to talk about Suga Vs Blood sweat and tears Jimin?? I'm sure we've all seen this.

Exhibit E) this segment. Jimin's letter said everyone should tell Suga they love him. Everyone did except one person..can u guess who? Even Hobi called him out. Asked JK "why didn't u say it?" 🤭🤭🤭

Exhibit F) should I include this? Coz I'm not seeing the difference here. Btwn this

And this

Moving on.

Exhibit G) (watch Jimin) Suga touches Jimin's ear and what's the first thing Jimin's does?

Also don't think JK and his grandpa clothes is not watching that through his periphery. Mans always aware of what Jimin is doing at all times.

Exhibit H) They're discussing Jimin's armpit. JK is smiling, quite big. Then Jimin asks Suga if his armpit is sexy. JK's smile is no longer anywhere to be seen 👀

Exhibit I) this was a favourite of mine. Ngl. Listen. People can deny till the cows come home. But JK reacted the way he did here for a reason. Memories 2021. JK looked away as soon as Suga touched Jimin's chin. Not before. Not after. As soon as Suga touched Jimin, JK looks away so fast I got worried about his neck there for a second. It happened. Anyone who said it didn't well... idk what to tell ya. JK has been looking away for years when something that he doesn't want to see, is happening. Especially after he got a hold of his possessiveness he started to just look away instead of acting on it. It is what it is 🤷🏽‍♀️

Last one but definitely not least is Exhibit J) this was a popular Jikook moment after this run episode aired. The thing is though... yes we gushed and we "awwed" because JK's ears moved as soon as Jimin started dancing. But you know who else's ear moved?? And he was the only one apart from JK that was affected by that 😏😏😏😏

I could do this all day guys. 😂😂

If JK is staring... so is Suga. If JK is checking out the Jibooty, so is Suga. And we have not even started on how Jimin is clearly Suga's favourite. Be it vocals, be it in general; always choosing him no matter what. And we haven't even talked about how Suga isn't big on skinship but with Jimin that doesn't seem to be a problem???

You guys think JK doesn't see what we see? Doesn't know what we know? Huh? How can he not? I mean, this was right infront of his salad 😂😂 kinda makes me wonder if he blocked Suga on purpose 🤭🤭

What I'm I saying? Even though we will never see Jimin reciprocate whatever this is, (Mans only has eyes for JK. Always has, always will) Yoonminers are the only shippers allowed to try to argue with Jikookers. Them and them only. And genuine Yoonminers. Not tkkrs who ship Yoonmin coz they wanna shove Jimin somewhere to keep him away from their ship.

Bonus: everyone is looking at Jin except Yoonkook. JK its okay, coz that's his man. But i'mma need Suga to get his shit together. Fr fr

#we don't talk about Yoonmin #jikook #kookmin #minkook #ask shaz #yoonmin #jimin and jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jimin #jungkook #bts #jikook theories #jikook analysis #jikook bothered

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ana-lmao · 12 days

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Coded Shift (Chapter 2)

Sorry for being absent!! Have been busy!! Warnings: Swearing, code, g/t ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ -Oh my god Thats what Charlie heard before opening his eyes, he seemed... Normal? Not taller or shorter... but.. why was Phil staring at him like that? Phil backed away a bit, a worried look was on his face, Charlie's code got worse, It was covering more then half his body, a single horn coming out of his head which was also black and green with numbers floating, He had a tail, shaped like what he would assume is a demon tail and claws.

-Charlie... -He said quietly, slowly approaching him. -W-What? -We need to talk. You're getting corrupted too much... -Corrupted? Don't be silly! Nothings wrong! -His tail sways without him noticing.

-Charlie that's not Juanaflippa! -He shouted. -What..? What do you mean? -It's a code Charlie! A Code! You need to stay away from it! Look at you!

Charlie looked at him confused, then angrily shouted: -SH3'S R34L!!!! Another glitch effect happened. -W-What the fuck?! -Phil was now looking up at Charlie, backing away.

*Philza is Bleeding, Philza was slain by Slimecicle* [Cellbit]: ??? [Cellbit]: Phil??? *Philza was slain by Sl1m3c1cl3* [Tubbo]: L [Tubbo]: L [Tubbo]: L

[+]El Mariana *Philza was slain by Sl1m3c1cl3* [Tubbo]: L [Tubbo]: O h [Tubbo]: Dam Phil what did you do [Cellbit]: Phil Coords [Roier]: Why's his name like that [Tubbo]: Why is he special [Phil]: egxilr [Cellbit]: Eggxile? *Philza was slain by Sl1m3c1cl3* [Philza]: ys [ElMariana]: Qué? [Roier]: Late to the party Mariana [ElMariana]: Cállate hijo de puta Cellbit hesitantly warps to EGGXILE, Him and Phil were just here a few hours ago and the place already looked so much worse. It was silent... too silent... -Phil?.. -He mumbled, before being surrounded by darkness, flickering 0's and 1's, he felt.. that the darkness was moving?.. He tried to get his sword out before he was in a random room surrounded by dirt and a few code blocks. -Cellbit!!! -He heard a scream from behind, it was Phil. -PHIL!! ARE YOU OKAY?! WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE ARE WE?! -Charlies.. code's worse, I don't know where we are tho. -What was the huge black uhh barrier thing? -That wasn't a barrier, it was- Phil was cut off by another crash. -OW WHAT GIVES??? -Tubbo!! are you hurt?! -Phil went over to him -I WAS JUST HANGING AROUND WITH SUNNY WHEN I WAS SUDDENLY CRASHED DOWN HERE!! Suddenly a small child-like figure starts approaching them. It places down a sign. -1'M S0RRY, 1'M S0RRY!!, 1 D1DN'T M34N F0R TH1S T0 H4PP3N!!! -What..? -The child came out of the shadows, it was "Juanaflippa". -What do you mean you didn't mean for this to happen?! You have been corrupting Slime for MONTHS now! YOU MADE HIM A MONSTER. -Phil yells at Flippa and she places down another sign. -1 Just m1ss3d p4p@ 4nd 1 d1dn't w4nn@ l3@v3 h1s s1d3!! -You aren't Juanaflippa... He's not your father! And you are not his child! -Cellbit approaches her. -1 4M!!! Th3 f3d3r4t10n m4d3 m3 l1k3 th1s, th3y t0ld m3 1 c0uld s33 p4p@ 4g@1n but w1th c0nc3qu3nc3s, 1'm s0rry... 1 d1dn't kn0w... They were all stunned, it was her after all. -So wait, wait- What's happening to Charlie now?-Tubbo asked to break the silence. -Th3 bl4ck v01d th4t br0ught y0u h3r3 w@sn't a barr13r... -What was it then? -Cellbit asked, getting closer and crouching down. -P4p4 -What? -1t w4s p@p4 -But how?.. -Th3 c0d3 m4d3 h1m l1k3 th4t -Like?... -B1g -Oh. *On the surface* -donde está todo el mundo? -Mariana was walking around looking for people before teleporting to eggxile since he saw the chat earlier. -Slime? -M4r1n4....-Mariana heard a glitchy voice, similar to Slimes -QUÉ?! -Why 4r3 y0u h3r3. -Why are you here?! This is my husbands place! -G0 1n th3 h0us3 -Why? -... -G0 1n th3 h0us3. -No I won't Suddenly Mariana gets tied by.. something. -EH? WHAT IS THIS?! -1 t0ld y0u t0 g0 1ns1d3... A shadow looms over Mariana, A demonic figure with flickering 0's and 1's, Horns, one shorter then the other, a tail, which seems to be wrapped around him and just a bit of human skin. The figure was Towering over Mariana, it sounded and looked familiar... but why.. -LET ME GO!!! -N0. -WHAT EVEN ARE YOU?! YOU'RE WORSE THEN THE HORRIFIC OTHER MOBS HERE! AN ACTUAL FUCKING MONSTER- WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY HUSBAND?! The figure stopped. -1-1'm n0t @ m0nst3r... -Shut up and LET ME GO! The figure lets go and starts.. whining. It tries to hide behind the small "house" which obviously doesn't work. -W-What?.. -Mariana stayed still for a bit. -1'm n0t @ m0nst3r... 1'm f1n3... 1 just w4nt t0 pr0t3ct h3r.. -Wait- Slime-? He approaches the figure. -Slime?.. Wh- What happened?! Charlie goes back to normal height, putting his head in his knees. -Mi amor.. I'm sorry- Mariana tries to comfort Slime -Do you hate me..? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 1: https://www.tumblr.com/ana-lmao/742474743195811840/couldnt-upload-coded-shift-chapter-i-normally?source=share

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mimisempai · 9 months

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The end of loneliness

Summary

As Aziraphale watches Crowley having fun with Muriel, he realizes how lonely the demon has been until now.

Maybe today's the day to put an end to it?

Notes

The characters have done as they pleased once again...

On Ao3

Rating G - 1255 words

Aziraphale was putting away the last of the books that had suffered during the demon invasion when his eyes were drawn to some movement across the street.

He couldn't help but smile when he saw that it was Crowley who seemed to be bickering with Muriel in the coffee shop.

The angel watched with amusement as Nina pushed them both out of the coffee shop. Then he saw something surprising: once outside, the demon and the angel started laughing together.

Aziraphale felt his throat tighten with emotion as he watched the scene. He was touched to see Crowley connect with other people, and it reminded him of their conversation after saving Job's children.

Aziraphale looked at Crawley, who was staring at the horizon ahead of them, and asked as he sat down, "But what am I?"

Crawley looked straight ahead and replied softly, "You're just an angel who goes with Heaven as far as he can.

Aziraphale looked up quickly at the sky and said sadly, "That sounds..."

Crawley looked at him and finished his sentence, "Lonely?"

Aziraphale nodded and watched as the demon confirmed that this was the case.

Then he replied, almost in despair, "But you said it wasn't."

Crawley said lightly, smiling, "I'm a demon. I lied."

For the first time in all these years, Aziraphale wondered how lonely the demon had been all along.

Over time, their two loneliness had gradually brought them closer together, forming what Crowley called their group of two.

Though their encounters had initially been far apart in time since Job, Aziraphale, though unwilling to admit it openly, had never really felt alone, knowing that somewhere there was someone like him. Even if they weren't on the same side.

Crowley, who was almost always the one who came to him.

Crowley, who was the one who made the move when they had a disagreement.

Aziraphale called himself an idiot for not seeing anything. Safe in his little shop, with his books, his good wine, and his little restaurants. Comfortable in his little life.

Crowley sat across from him and asked directly, "So, what's the problem?"

Aziraphale replied, "Problem? Who said there was a problem?"

Crowley replied as if it were common sense, "Tone of voice. You have three reasons for calling me: you're bored, you need to tell someone about something clever you did before you pop, or something's wrong."

He paused and added, "That was your 'something's wrong' voice."

It really was like that, wasn't it?

Aziraphale had given Crowley the impression that he was convenient, and Crowley had agreed every time because he was lonely.

Crowley who slept in his car with his plants instead of asking Aziraphale for a place to stay.

Crowley who asked for nothing and graciously accepted the crumbs Aziraphale gave him.

Well, that was about to change, starting now.

Aziraphale looked at Crowley, who was having fun at Muriel's expense like an older teasing brother, and then decided to go out and join them.

When Crowley saw him arrive, he gently chased Muriel in the direction of the record store. Muriel, who was becoming increasingly bold, must have made some cheeky remark to him, for he took on a scolding air as she walked away with a bouncing step strangely similar to the demon's own.

Aziraphale said with an amused expression as he reached the demon, "So, having fun, kids?"

"Angel...not you, please."

Aziraphale hooked onto the demon's arm and said softly, "Come on Crowley, let's take a walk, shall we?"

Though the demon, as usual, resisted, he let himself be dragged along, and as they strolled leisurely through the streets of their neighborhood, Aziraphale had the pleasure of seeing several of the shopkeepers greet them. Both of them.

"Why are you smiling, Angel?" the demon asked, looking at him a little confused.

Aziraphale replied kindly, "Well, it pleases me to see that you have acquaintances in this neighborhood as well."

Crowley shrugged, "Nonsense, they know you, I'm just tolerated."

"Oh, that's the good lad!"

They were interrupted by Mrs. Sandwich, who greeted them.

Crowley replied, "I told you I was neither a lad nor good.

Mrs. Sandwich leaned forward and whispered, "Perhaps not the former, but I'm sure of the latter. I know the nature of men, you see. I know when I see a good one."

Then she turned to Aziraphale, "Don't let him get away, Mr. Fell."

Aziraphale smiled back and replied, "I have no intention of doing that, dear lady."

They continued their little tour, and on the way back, as they passed Maggie's store, she called out to them, or rather to Crowley, "Thank you! Thanks to you I got a good deal," she said, waving a bundle of old records.

Crowley nodded and they continued on their way.

Aziraphale gave him a little nudge on the shoulder and said simply, with a small smile on his lips, "So, just like that, you're just tole..."

Crowley huffed, "Shut up, angel!"

The small smile didn't leave the angel's lips because he knew deep down that Crowley appreciated it.

They arrived at the Bentley and Aziraphale stopped and turned to face the demon.

The angel pointed to the car and said in a clear, confident voice, "Well, my dear, why don't we take your plants to the bookshop and find a permanent place for them?"

Crowley gasped and asked, "Angel? What do you mean?"

Aziraphale replied softly, "Nothing more than what I just said."

He opened the car door and grabbed a box of plants, forcing the demon to follow.

They set the plants down in a corner after entering the store, and Crowley stood in front of the angel, asking a little sharply, "Angel! Explain yourself!"

Aziraphale moved closer to him and took both his hands in his.

He said softly, "Well, I'm offering you and your plants a permanent place here. Crowley, I don't want to be alone here anymore, and I don't want you to be alone in your car. We've spent too much time alone. You so much more than me."

Crowley shook his head and, trying to break free, said abruptly, "I don't want your pity!"

Aziraphale held him back and replied in the same soft voice, "Crowley, please, this isn't about pity. It's about us. About stopping lying to ourselves. I want you to be with me. All the time. Don't you? The Bentley is already our car. Don't deny it, it likes me as much as it likes you. So why shouldn't the bookstore be our home? What do you think my dear?"

Crowley scrutinized the Angel for a few seconds in silence before replying in a voice slightly hoarse with emotion, "Be careful, Angel. Because if we do this, I may never leave again."

Aziraphale chuckled slightly, "But I do hope you won't"

Crowley freed himself, cupped the angel's face in his hands, and, bringing his face close to his, said in a voice he could no longer hide the emotion in, "Then, yes. Let's make this our home."

The angel smiled softly and said in a voice as full of emotion as the demon's, "So, let me say, welcome home, my dear."

Crowley closed the distance between them and pressed his lips tenderly against the Angel's.

They remained entwined in the middle of the shop for a long time.

For the first time after so long, they enjoyed what humans called home.

Isn’t it lonely?

Not anymore.

Never again.

Neither of them would ever feel lonely again.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #GOS2Spoilers

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weepinwriter · 4 months

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Hello~ I was wondering if the character creation is going to be diverse, in the sense of our MC's personality. Because all the characters seem so tragic, erotic and stoic to me in a cruel and dark world (I may be wrong), and then we have my MC, a social misfit with anxiety, with mood problems and making jokes at the worst times (similar to Jack Sparrow) XD hahahaha. And I thought: the characters are going to hate my MC.

So, my two questions are: are we going to have the opportunity to develop an MC with a varied personality with stats that give us various reactions (extroverted, stoic, adorable, joking, etc)? Or will it be something more default? And what kind of reaction or impression could the RO's have with such a different MC?

Nikita and Gael definitely have a good grip on me at this point ajsjdhdjsj AHHHH I can't not fall into the arms of a walking red flag and an anarchist who wants to kill me. XD

I keep having this scene in mind where Nikita asks my MC to wear this cute necklace around her neck, nothing suspicious, obviously...and my MC responds like: Uh~ kinky, I like it.

Or being with Gael and he pointed a gun at my MC, for some reason, and my MC was like: you know? I charge for having a gun pointed at me, but since you're so hot, I'll let you have it for free.

I don't know, it may not be at all what I think, but if possible, I'm going to create my Jack Sparrow in this wonderful IF just to annoy everyone. Hahaha

PS: Sorry for all the babbling, but this IF has so much potential and so much love in its creation that I can't help but applaud your work in progress. Take care of yourself and sleep well. ✨

Awwww your MC sounds so adorable! They would stick out like a sore thumb among the dark crowd of the ROs 😞 but yes! The character creation is going to be diverse, with options like STOIC vs EMOTIONAL, CAREFUL vs RECKLESS and many more to be included as it goes! So you needn't worry about character diversity 😊

For your first question, yes the MC will have a varied range of personality stats that will range from stoic to reckless to extroverted and etc. there will be no default settings as according to the story the MC will have lost all their memories and therefore they will not be acting the same way they did before. Secondly, the RO’s reactions will range from pleasant surprise to maybe even disgust? Depending on your choices ofcourse. The ROs who have known the MC before, like Nikita and E. will be quite surprised by the new change, the former will be more welcoming to it meanwhile the latter will have some mixed feelings on it. Leo on the other hand will be disgusted, they quite liked the previous MC and their sassy attitude. Caesar and V. who don't know the MC will be more or less welcome it as they don't know who MC was or how they acted earlier. Meanwhile, Twenty and G. will be originally disgusted thinking that the MC is faking it, but soon realise that they aren't so they'll slowly grow used to this new MC, albeit being a little wary.

And OH HO looks like my favourite babies have got you quite on the chokehold 🤭 I'm not complaining tho I love it when people like the ROs ehe-

Though that necklace scene tho- I can't get it out of my head now, curse you! 😭 And lmao 🤣 the way your MC reacts, Nikita will be taken aback for a while! (Not that he's complaining lol) Meanwhile G. trying not to kill the MC out of frustration because of their new attitude. Like c'mon they're crying to kill you for crying out loud! Stop making it so sexual! 😂

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHOWING YOUR LOVE FOR MY LITTLE PET PROJECT 😻 I SHALL DEFINITELY GET SOME GOOD SLEEP AND PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AS WELL ❤️

#if game #interactive fiction #current wip #road to heaven if #asks #interactive game #ro's #ro nikita #ro gael/gwendolyn

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melishade · 28 days

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Number 5?

This ask game

Peaceful Timeline. Maria's first words.

Ymir couldn't stop staring at Maria. The one year old rested beside her in bed. Her chubby fists rested next to her head, and there were moments in her sleep when she kicked her tiny feet. Ymir rested on her side, and her hand rested atop of her daughter's stomach. She was well rested. No signs of discomfort or crying. The thought of Maria getting sick again still scares her half to death. And so young, she couldn't tell any of them what was wrong with her. They would have to guess it, and hopefully get it right. She couldn't talk to them at all.

Ymir grew sullen at that. Right, talking.

She had heard whispers in the village whenever she was with Solveig, asking if Maria was mute, and if she was even going to talk with a mute mother. It made her feel incompetent. She could talk. It just hurt her throat to do so. It was the one thing her new found power couldn't seem to fix. Even though she regained her tongue, her throat still felt like it burned from all the alcohol she was forced to guzzle.

It wasn't even her fault that she ended up like this. Why did the villagers have to judge her so cruelly? At least Solveig was still kind to her. The old woman had actually asked if Maria was deaf. She was clearly not mute, with all of her consistent babbles and shrill cries. But Optimus was able to run some tests and determine Maria was not deaf, nor blind. She was completely healthy.

The herbalist did say that Maria should start saying simple words soon, and recommended that she prompted Maria to say words through repetition. If Ymir wanted Maria to call her 'mother', then repeating that phrase or something similar would help.

Ymir sighed. But she didn't have the confidence or strength to speak so loudly. If anything, it was always Optimus to who spoke to Maria and told her stories to lull her to sleep. There was the possibility that Maria's first words would be his name. Optimus was always gentle and kind. Maria would no doubt say his name first. Maybe a shortened version of it. 'Optimus' seems like a mouthful for a baby.

Would she say Megatron's name first? The thought of that....genuinely made her feel frustrated. She actually didn't want Maria's first words to be Megatron's name. Despite being with them for over a year, she still found herself holding some grudge against him for the way he treated her with contempt and even jealously. She's been observing him for a while now; she's seen his expressions of envy. Sure, he's grown and has changed, but...she was still feeling some doubt about him staying.

She was certain if Optimus wasn't here, or if something bad happened to him, Megatron would leave her and Maria alone to fend for themselves. She could protect Maria, but she could never raise her on her own. She needed help and guidance.

Ymir scooted closer to her daughter and whispered in her ear. "Ma...ma..." Nothing happened, so she repeated the phrase a few more times before her throat got sore. Maybe it was selfish, but Optimus was helping her relearn that there was nothing wrong with being selfish from time to time. So her selfish act right now was to make sure her first words were 'Mama.'

A few weeks did past, and Ymir would whisper 'Mama' in her ear a few times a day, but nothing happened. She continued to babble and cry and giggle like any other child, but she didn't speak. It hurt her. It made her feel worse than she already did. She followed Solveig's advice but she still didn't say her first words. She didn't say 'Mama'. She still was wordless. Ymir snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Maria cooing in her arms. The baby reached out towards her and tried to grab her hair to chew it. Her child's chubby hands had forced her to change her hairstyle. Her hair was now tied in a low ponytail; however, some of that hair still hung out along with her bangs. She thought about whispering 'Mama' to her right then and there, but...she was certain that it wasn't going to work.

"Hello, Ymir," Optimus greeted as he approached the cabin in his bipedal mode. Ymir couldn't help but smile as he kneeled down towards them, but the smile lessened when she saw Maria captivated by the sight of Optimus. She reached out to him, wanting to touch him, but the Prime transformed into his alt mode and activated his human form. Maria seemed to be searching for the massive lumbering beast just before her, but Optimus reached out to her with those human hands, and she latched onto them with excitement.

"Do you wish for me to attend to her?" Optimus asked Ymir. Ymir nodded in response. She felt a little tired taking care of Maria and attending to the garden sounded nice. It was one of the few things she genuinely enjoyed doing under the Eldian Empire. She used her hands to help food grow and provide assistance to those who needed it. She felt needed and competent.

The woman handed Maria over to the Prime, and he ever-so-gently cradled her daughter to his chest. Ymir heard the rustling of bushes and looked behind Optimus to see Megatron's human form stumbling out of the forest, holding a dead goose in his hands. However, it was clear that the kill wasn't clean, since there was blood and feathers all over him.

"Megatron, what happened?" Optimus asked him.

"I don't want to talk about it," the other titan seethed.

"You look a mess, and there is blood everywhere," Optimus noted.

"Thank you for pointing out the obvious!" Megatron yelled as he stepped forward.

Ymir sighed in defeat as the two continued to argue, no doubt about Megatron's unclean kill not being safe around Maria, considering all the bacteria and viruses it might contain. At least, that was how Optimus explained it to her. Those two, they always seemed to argue over trivial things. She wished she could understand them, but she knew she never would be. They have known each other for a long time and would continue to know each other long after she was gone.

Ymir walked down the steps of the cabin and past Megatron, heading towards the side of the house where the garden was. The mother was unaware that her daughter was trying to reach out towards her. Maybe the villagers were right, maybe she was unfit to be a mother. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to have Maria. Finding out she was pregnant with no real place to call home at the time terrified her. She was scared, and she consistently needed help in order to get by. It felt like she was never able to do things on her own. Optimus was always better at this than she was. She-!

"Ma!" Ymir paused and the ramblings of Optimus and Megatron's conversation stopped. She snapped her head towards the child in Optimus' arms trying to reach out to her. Both Optimus and Megatron both looking equally bewildered.

"That's...a new one," Megatron remarked slowly.

"Ma!" Maria seemed to cry out louder, "Mama!"

Ymir ran back to Maria, and Optimus quickly handed her over to the mother.

"Ma...ma?" It almost sounded like a question, but she wanted her to repeat it. Please repeat it.

"Mama!" she giggled and tried and failed to clap her hands. But it was enough. Ymir happily planted kisses all over Maria's forehead, her daughter seemingly whining in discomfort. She rubbed her cheek against her daughter's, ignoring the two titans that were staring at her. She was reminded of their presence when Optimus placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, and saw a small smile that was no doubt of pride.

"Is there anything that I can assist you with?" Optimus asked her.

Ymir nodded and pointed to the garden on the side of the house. The two walked over there together, ignoring Megatron in that moment. But the former warlord was still rather stunned. It barely said a word. He was certain it wasn't even a word. It was slang of some kind, but Optimus and Ymir were praising the child like it made such a massive accomplishment. He supposed Cybertronians are fast when it comes to picking up speech, but humans were so slow.

Megatron looked down at the bloodied goose and his own disheveled appearance. He...supposed he was rather slow when it came to learning about this world. He was just frustrated with that blasted bird for its consistent pecking that he had gone overboard with the kill.

(So someone did ask me #25, but the rest is open for free game.)

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request: corruption kink with a very innocent church girl rosie x g!p reader, she kept having impure thoughts about the woman on the other side of the church every sunday, but still can't bring herself to stop thinking about you, now she can’t get enough of you

pairing: Rosé x gp!reader

genre: angst into smut

warnings: mentions of religious based homophobic sentiment. nothing too serious but it might trigger some people. Corruption smut. … weirdly kind of wholesome though?

“Please tell me what to do,” Rosé said. You could hear the confusion and fear in her voice. “I just... I can’t stop thinking about you. I know you feel the same way. I see the way you look at me.”

Your heart broke for her. You had known her for a while now--the two of you had met at the church you attended. And you knew all too well that Rosé was much more devout than you were. You had seen her looking at you from across the church more than once, but you hadn’t really thought...

“Oh, Rosie,” you said gently. “It’s okay.” “I’m just scared,” she said, wiping her eyes. “This has never happened to me before. Not with a... a...” “A woman,” you finished for her. “I know. Rosé, it’s okay.” “I shouldn’t have said anything,” she said miserably. “But I just can’t stop thinking about you. And it’s... it’s things I shouldn’t be thinking about.”

You sat down and patted the spot on the couch next to you. You knew how hard it must have been for her to come and tell you this. You had gone through something similar once, though you had been much younger when it had happened. This kind of thing took bravery. And it required compassion. “Sit down,” you said. It was tricky conversation to have. Especially when you felt the same way about Rosé. With her small frame, long, slender legs, gorgeous blonde hair, and fun-loving demeanor, who wouldn’t be smitten with her.

She sat down next to you and looked at the ground, obviously upset.

“There’s nothing wrong with what you’re feeling,” you said carefully. “I went through the same thing when I was younger. It’s hard to just forget things that you’ve been taught to believe your entire life. But caring about someone? Wanting to be with someone? It can never be a bad thing.”

She nodded, and you thought that maybe, just maybe, you could see a hint of hope in her eyes.

---

It only took a few months for her inhibitions to completely vanish. And for her to give herself completely over to you.

When she first came to you, it was clear how inexperienced she was. You had asked her if she wanted you to change that. She had been shy, but she had agreed.

And now, slowly, she was becoming much less shy.

“Tell me what you want,” you asked.

She was naked, on her knees, blushing furiously. She still struggled with saying certain things. It wasn’t like her. “I... I want you,” she stammered.

You shook your head. “Not good enough. Tell me what you want. I won’t ask again.”

“I... I want your cock,” she whispered.

“Louder,” you said with a satisfied smile.

“I want your cock!” she said. “Please? Please can I have it?”

You looked down at her with a satisfied expression. “Good girl. I’m so proud of you. See how far you’ve come? Now, tell me how you want it.” Rosé groaned, but you knew that she was going to give in. She wanted you to bad to not follow your instructions. You had spent the past month and a half slowly corrupting her--with her permission, of course--changing her from an innocent church girl into your cock hungry little toy.

“I want it doggy-style,” she said, and you felt your cock throb at the sound of her words. “Please? Please put it in me?” You were already shirtless, but you dropped your panties to the floor, exposing your erection to Rosé, who looked at it hungrily. Then you noticed her eyes widen a little bit, likely out of surprise at how she was reacting. That was okay. You still had plenty of work to do on her. By the time you and her were finished, she wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off of you or herself.

“Get on the bed and turn around,” you told her. She complied without any hesitation at all.

You examined her body, running your hand down her back and onto her bare ass. You watched as she grew wetter and wetter, all in anticipation of you entering into her.

“Isn’t this perfect?” you whispered.

“Yes,” she gasped, and you could see her squirming out of need. “Please! I need it!” “Aw, is someone impatient?” you teased. “Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you stupid in just a moment.”

“Yes, mommy, please fuck me,” You reached out and wrapped your hand in her hair, pulling just a little bit. Then, slowly, you began to insert yourself into her, one perfect inch at a time. “Going to fuck you until you can’t even walk,” you whispered, bending forward so that you were almost right behind her head. “Until you can’t even stand. Until you’re a drooling mess. Because that’s what good girls want, isn’t it?” Rosé nodded furiously. “I need it!”

“Let me hear you say it,” you said gently, straightening back up, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to resist pounding into her warm sweetness for much longer. “You know what to do.”

“Make me drool! Make me...” she paused and you could see her struggling to say it, so you gave her one swift slap on the ass to motivate her. “Fuck me stupid, please!”

You started to move your hips, grabbing her body and pulling yourself into her, deeper and deeper. “That’s right,” you grunted. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Rosé let out a loud cry as your body slapped against hers. One step at a time, of course. But when you thought back to how she had been just a few months ago--repressed, unhappy, and confused--and you compared it to how she was now...

It was a good start.

“You’re mine,” you whispered.

“All yours,” she moaned.

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