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gentlyweeps-world · 5 months

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The “It Girl”

summary: Being a rookie in the world of Formula One comes with challenges, added on with the fact you’re a girl, American and racing for Red Bull doesn’t help. While you do have your “guard dogs” and “it girl” tendencies, it doesn’t help that you’re also trying to figure out romance.

pairing: 2021 grid x fem! driver, romantic interest tbd

warnings: sexism, alcohol consumption, toxic environments, uncomfortable situations

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

Many had said the 2021 grid was the best, the most exciting grid yet. While that was true, it wasn’t fun as a rookie in Red Bull, better yet, a female rookie in Red Bull. But that wasn’t the end of it, an American female rookie racing for Red Bull.

Least to say PR had a field day when they announced you would be replacing Checo after his retirement in 2020.

At only 21 years old you were making history, and you were once again today. Finishing P1 on home soil at the circuit of Americas.

Now here you were, alongside Max Verstappen, your teammate, and Lewis Hamilton, the break in between the two Red Bulls.

“Y/n how do you look so good after a race?”

“Y/n what makeup do you use?”

Only ten minutes ago did the end of race press conference start, and only five minutes did the most sexist and offensive questions start. And only seconds ago is when you were put out of your daze from the most infuriating question you had received.

“Y/n? How do you race while menstruating?”

Suddenly knocked out of your daze, your face contorts into one of shock and annoyance from the question.

“E-excuse me?”, You ask out shocked, not sure if you had heard the question right. I mean after all this was a post race conference, and not one question was about racing.

You glance over to Lewis and Max, who both look equally upset and disgusted.

The interviewer looks at you and smiles while he asks once more, “Can you tell us about how racing while having to deal with menstruation affects race strategy in your car?”

Max and Lewis still have a confused look, while Max looks at the interviewer like he will rip the guy’s head off.

The interviewer smiles and says, “Don’t be offended L/n, but girls and women on their period don’t think as fast or as clearly.” He then pauses for a moment to think about what he’s just said, and he adds, “Of course, it doesn’t matter anyway, women don’t belong in F1.”

You can feel your face contort to bewilderment, taking a moment to realize this interviewer was from DTS. Then you hear Max slap his hand on the table.

“She just got fucking P1 and you expect her to answer these ridiculous questions? Treat her with some respect, she’s done more than you have!”, Max says sternly, his eyes shooting daggers at the interviewer.

The interviewer grows visibly intimidated by Maxs reaction. He swallows twice and his tone visibly changes

“I-I’m sorry, I just had to ask.”

Lewis then speaks up and says to the interviewer, “I want you to listen to what you just said and think about what you just did. Women aren’t allowed to drive just because they are on their period, do you even hear yourself?” Lewis sounds genuinely sad.

Max remains silent, but his eyes are still angry. Instead of adding anything onto the conversation you just sit there, shock still on your face.

You let out an awkward cough, drinking some of you Red Bull, you clear your throat and look up towards the interviewers, annoyance clear in your eyes.

“Could we please move on now? Maybe ask a racing related question”, You say, showing no interest in being there.

For a few seconds, there is complete silence. Then a new interviewer finally manages to speak.

“Of course, a new question. So, Y/n, how do you feel about being the second woman to win a Grand Prix in Formula One?”

A faint smile appears on your face as you hear the question, “About time, a normal question”, You hear Max mumble out, a grin tugs at your lips, thankful Max has your back.

“It feels great, I’m super grateful for my team and engineers”, You say, “But very thankful to win, glad to have proved all of the doubters wrong”

Another reporter then pipes up and asks, “How did you feel about the backlash from a lot of people who didn’t want a woman in F1?”

You take a moment to think on how to respond, taking a moment to consider how much trouble you could get in if you answered honestly, but that was PR jobs right?

“Uh..well I think they’re fucking stupid, and they clearly don’t know who Desiré Wilson is”, You state, a small smirk on your face as you answer, knowing DTS will eat that up.

For a moment everyone is silent, until Lewis breaks out laughing, “I think this would be a great way to end this conference”, He says with a grin, getting up from his seat and moving out of the room. Max soon follows behind, and you’re quick to follow Max, not sure what to do afterwards.

As Max and you make your way back to the garage you hear chants and jeers thrown out, but it wasn’t enough to wipe off the smile on your face.

Finally reaching the Red Bull garage, Max and you get there and are immediately bombarded with cheers, laughter and applause from the Red Bull team.

After a good hour of celebrating with the team, you feel your phone vibrate in your hand, “Who is it?”, Max asks, curious to see who texted you.

Checking the notification it’s from an unknown number, asking if you wanted to go and celebrate with them, you look up at Max with confusion, but his face shows the opposite.

“Didn’t know he would be asking you so soon..”, Max says with a look of shock.

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radio: Hope this was a good one, im quite excited to work on this series!! I’m leaving it up to you guys to pick a love interest in the comments, keep in mind the grid is 2021 not 2023 💙💙 (send in any requests and leave any comments)

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damiansgoodgirll · 10 months

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Can you do a angst to fluff with kylian, maybe about y/n meets a old friend and talks to him and kylian get angry and they fight then they reconcile with each other

kylian mbappe x reader

tw : angst, kylian being a little toxic (sorry) fluff at the end tho

jealousy jealousy

“kylian can you talk to me please?” you asked him once again but he wouldn’t reply. instead he gripped the wheel hardest as he was driving back home.

you and kylian went to this cute bar that just opened in paris and it was supposed to be just the two of you, but after an hour that you were there, you met an old high school friend that you haven’t seen since you graduated and of course curiosity, got the best of you, and you wanted to know everything about him.

kylian wasn’t amused by the fact that you were giving all your attention to your friend. no he was jealous but he wouldn’t admit it.

you were really close to this guy when you were in high school and you were not going to lie, he once had a crush on you, but when you rejected him he remained and wanted to be friend with you anyway. he was being polite and ask kylian question too but he would simply reply with “yes” “no” “okay” and that was stressing you out.

“okay fine you wanna be like that, fine with me…” you said losing all hope.

“so you’re not saying anything about your friend who clearly had other intentions than being more than friend?” he asked you sarcastically and you couldn’t believe your ears.

“kylian, if you heard the conversation for at least just a minute, you would know he is married and has a kid…can’t believe you’re being like this over nothing…”

“that man was all on you for the whole night, of course i’m being like this!” kylian almost shouted.

“i can’t with you…you’re being irrational! he is just a friend, i haven’t seen him for years and you’re acting all pick me and jealous because i wanted to catch up a little with him!” you shouted back.

“so you had to catch up with him on our night out? you couldn’t find any other moment right?” he asked you scoffing a little.

“he was there! kylian, how was i supposed to know he would be there! oh my - i can’t, i truly can’t right now…”

“no we’re talking about it because you are the one who wanted to talk about it! it was supposed to be our night y/n and you let your friend sit with us for the whole night!” he said keeping the eyes on the road.

“he stayed only for fifteen minutes kylian! why are you being so dramatic?” you were losing all your patience to the moment you were about to jump off the car a walk back home by yourself.

“still…it was our night and you let him y/n…”

“okay and what about our second anniversary? because i remember how we were dining together, and girls kept glaring at you and asking you for pictures while we were having our special moment. or how about…how about my birthday last year? you wanted to try this new club and i agreed with you, but you spent the whole night with influencers and models and you ignored me…” you said remembering one of the worst nights of your life.

“oh that was different y/n, don’t bring those days back!”

“why? why is it different? because you’re kylian mbappè so you’re allowed to have fans who kept bothering us during our anniversary? because you’re this famous football player who’s allowed to spend my birthday night with other girls? and i’m not even allowed to say hello to an old friend of mine?” you said, not even screaming anymore. you were just sad and upset with kylian and because he was being a little shit.

you remembered how you two argued on your anniversary, but you decided to drop it because those girls were just probably friends and wanted to have a picture with kylian.

you also remembered how disappointed you were on your birthday night because the girls were all over kylian and he wasn’t even bothered about it. you talked to him about what happened that night and he simply dismissed it by saying that those girls were influencers and models that he was working with, so you had nothing to be jealous about, but it was still your birthday and instead of spending it with the man of your life you spent it sitting on a black leather catch over yourself with a beer in your hand.

you were hurt. more than hurt because apparently kylian didn’t value like you valued him.

kylian didn’t say anything while he kept driving. he heard the changing of your voice, and he knew he fucked up pretty bad. he knew it was serious when you turned from angry to being sad.

his mind was working a way to make up to you. he knew you weren’t the type of person that would accept flowers or jewellery, you were the type of person to talk about the problems that you both had because he knew how communication was important to you.

when you got back home, you went immediately into your shared bedroom and change into a comfy pyjamas, not even waiting for kylian to join you in bed.

you heard him laying on the bed next to you but you were facing the opposite side.

“baby…can we talk?” he asked softly.

“why? so you could tell me once again how you are more important than me?” you sarcastically said.

“what? gosh, no baby, never…i know i fucked up, i’m just… i was just so jealous when i saw you being all happy around your friend…i shouldn’t have acted the way i did, and i’m so sorry for that” he apologised.

you turned to face him and saw the honesty in his face.

“i never wanted to make you feel like you are not important for me, you are the most important person in my life and i love you so much…i was just jealous and i acted like shit, i’m sorry mon ange” he said.

“it’s okay…” you smiled at him and you saw him relax a bit “i want to you talk to me the next time so we can pass over us fighting…i love you kylian” you snuggled closer to him and he happily engulfed you in his large arms.

“i know, communication is key it’s just i’m not so used to it…”

“i know it’s okay… but next time please talk to me, doesn’t matter what the problem is, if you’re feeling down or bad, i rather you talk to me instead of causing a tantrum” you slightly joked and he laughed too.

“i promise mon amour…i promise” he kissed your cheek.

you stayed like that for almost an hour, just falling asleep next to each other and each other’s embrace.

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adaptacy · 8 months

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can i request johnnys gf who knows the family secrets and loves them all anyway, just disappears one day and they all think she finally just left for good, ran away and isn’t coming back, but she actually just went to jail or ended up stranded somewhere lol

CW: meaningless angst, red flags from family members (cough nancy cough), johnny feeling down

He didn't understand it. He'd done everything right, hadn't he? She'd known for two months now- had dinner with them, had helped chop the meat, had gotten along with his relatives.

And she just leaves? Wasn't she scared? Didn't she fear the repercussions of an attempted escape? Didn't she know what he was capable of?

"I tried to tell you, boy. She was nothin' but a waste of time," Nancy scolded, rolling her eyes at the boy on the stairs. He gave a small nod, but only because he didn't want to hear her complaints. "Frankly, I never liked 'er."

"Well, I- I did," Nubbins hiccupped, swinging his leg back and forth as he gently kicked the railing.

"You liked her like you like them photos you take. She was nothin' but a decoration," Nancy snapped, and Nubbins nodded, quieting down.

"I thought she was sweet. Different, too. Nothin' like most of his girlfriends," Sissy encouraged, placing a hand on Johnny's shoulder. He shrugged her off, and she pouted, scooting away from him.

"It's whatever, she wasn't nothin' special," Johnny grumbled, standing up. The trio around him watched as he turned and headed up the stairs, and though Sissy attempted to follow him, Nancy grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back.

Shutting his bedroom door behind him, he lay down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He just wanted to know why. She'd never had a problem with him. They'd gotten into arguments, but they'd always been resolved. The sex was good, she talked about it all the time. She'd constantly showered him with affection, and now she was just leaving? Who did she think she was?

Johnny hadn't enjoyed anyone else like he enjoyed her. Hadn't put up with anyone else like he'd put up with her. She was annoying, and weak, but he'd-

No, he wasn't going to use the L word. She ran away, she didn't deserve the L word. I mean- she ran away. She had a life here. A house, didn't she have a family-? She dropped all of that to leave, to ghost him? Instead of doing what any normal person would do and just break up with him?

But no, he wasn't deserving of a word, a note, an apology. An explanation. That's all he wanted. Just a reason. Just one reason. Clearly, it wasn't the cannibalism that turned her off. And she'd chosen to hang out with his braindead family members, so it wasn't them either. She liked the way Johnny looked, she'd said so, and he hadn't changed anything.

Did she meet someone new? No, they spent all of their time together. She just ran. Left.

Johnny sat up, pushing his hair back over his head. He wore a scowl, but his eyes were more hurt than anything. And wet. He raised a hand, wiping the pad of his thumb across his left eye. Now his thumb was wet.

He groaned, rubbing both of his eyes and shaking his head. He was angry. Not upset- he was frustrated, and angry, and violent. He was not sad. Johnny didn't get 'sad'. That was not a thing he was capable of feeling. Nancy had taught him that- people like Johnny weren't capable of real feelings. Emotions. 'You're special, boy,' she'd repeated, telling him over, and over, and over again. Throughout his entire life, that's what he was told. Reassured.

So he hardly understood why the hell his eyes were wet. His cheeks. He wiped his face again. Probably just sweat.

He just wanted an explanation. He wanted to see her again, too, but mostly just needed a reason. So he stood, grabbed the keys to his truck, and hopped down the stairs. Nancy and Sissy called after him, but he didn't listen.

The entire drive to her house, he was silent. The radio was off. He just stared ahead, his thoughts racing. His thumb tapped borderline anxiously on the steering wheel, and he was definitely going over the speed limit. Thankfully, nobody else was on the road.

When he reached her house, her car was out front, and he found it infuriating. He was growing angrier by the moment, and he didn't bother to knock. He picked up her doormat, inserted a key, and shoved open the door. He called out her name, but there was no response.

Stomping up the stairs, he opened her bedroom door and opened his mouth to yell, but he couldn't manage the words. There she was, sleeping on the bed, looking as peaceful as ever. As unbothered. As apathetic.

He just stood there like an idiot, watching her sleep, for almost ten minutes before he finally approached her.

"Wake up."

She stirred, gently opening her eyes. She squinted at Johnny, and then scoffed. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I want answers."

"Me too, asshole!" She yelled, grabbing a pillow and swinging it at him. He caught it, yanking it out of her grasp, his eyes narrowing.

"What? What answers could you possibly need? Are you really that goddamn-"

"I loved you! And you got your fucking mom to break up with me for you? You are so goddam childish," she growled, sitting up and grabbing a second pillow. She swung it at him, and he caught that one as well.

"Wait- what?" He stammered, pulling the pillows away from her, holding them in front of his chest like a shield.

"Seriously? Don't play dumb. You're unbelievable. You think that just because-"

"You left me," he clarified.

"What? No, you didn't want to keep seeing me. Nancy told me," she replied, her eyebrows pinching together.

"That ain't true. You stopped showin'," he scoffed, throwing the pillows to the floor.

"Then why'd she tell me you wanted to break up?"

Johnny sighed, rubbing his temple. "Damn it. I knew she was gon' do somethin'. Darlin', that ain't true. I woulda told ya myself," he assured. She frowned at him, and grabbed a third, and final pillow, threatening to hit him with it. "I'm bein' honest."

"I don't believe you."

"You believe Nancy over me?"

"...No, but-"

"I thought you'd gone 'n run off," he huffed, sitting down on the bed next to her.

"Seriously? You think I'm that heartless? That I'd just run off without any explanation? Damn, Johnny, that hurts," she chuckled, almost nervously. "I was gonna call. But I didn't wanna end up as dinner in the case that you were really mad at me."

"You shoulda. Sorry, darlin, she's been on my back 'bout you. I shoulda seen it comin'," he apologized, she rolled her eyes, leaning a head on his shoulder.

"I probably should've been more skeptical. That is good to know though, cause uh... I didn't really know what I was gonna do without you," she murmured, taking a hold of his hand.

He furrowed his brows, turning to face her. "Did you say you loved me?"

"No."

"I'm pretty sure you did," he pushed, narrowing his eyes.

"Shut up."

#johnny slaughter #tcm game #johnny slaughter fluff #johnny slaughter headcanons #johnny slaughter x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny tcm #tcsm game #adapting to johnny slaughter

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safetycar-restart · 5 months

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haven’t felt well today and your little!driver thoughts have been so fluffy and comforting. that being said, do you have any thoughts on what they littles are like when they’re sick?

i feel like charles would be super clingy and whiny, not wanting you to get very far from him. i also feel like he’d be fussy about medicine so you have to get him the flavored kind and make sure he has juice to wash it down.

lando would be fussy and difficult in general. he doesn’t feel well and he’s determined to make it everyone’s problem.

i think little!logan would just be sad. he wants yo spend time with you and play and have fun. not lay in bed all day and feel yucky. but you try your best to make it fun, playing his favorite movies and giving him any snacks he wants without worrying about his meal plan

feel free to add any other thoughts you have about the other drivers❤️

Aw I love this, both fluffy and comforting. I've really been vibing with the little drivers and with the hybrid!au recently, so this is great. I'm gonna discuss each of these drivers and also I'm gonna do little!max and little!Arthur as well cause I think we sleep on them quite a lot. And feel free to add your own thoughts or ask me to expand on anything here, cause I'm just discussing each one a little bit :))

LITTLE!CHARLES:

Charles is definitely a fussy little one when he's sick, and the fact that he's being fussy actually makes him even more worked up? The medicine tastes so yucky and he feels so bad and obviously he can't help the way he's all grumpy and unhappy, but he also knows he's being difficult and therefore knows he's making your life difficult, which just breaks his little heart because he would never ever in a million years want to make trouble for you.

He's supposed to be your good little boy! And now he's making you angry, even as you try to hide your frustrations, he can tell and that makes him even more upset.

So not only is Charles grumpy and sick, but he's also so upset with himself. Just overall a very sad little who needs lots of kisses and cuddles and reassurance. You have to constantly remind him that you're his caregiver, and that it's your job to help him get better and that he's allowed to be difficult when he's feeling sick and uncomfy.

LITTLE!LANDO:

Lando is a very particular, fussy little even at the best of times so when he's sick? Oh god he's impossible.

Especially because he always pretends like he isnt sick? He'll refuse to admit his symptoms, even when you know he's sick because before Lando regressed he literally told you. But then he regresses and suddenly little!Lando refuses to admit it, insisting his doesn't need to take the medicine because he's fine.

He's very clearly not fine and sometimes you have to just force him to take it. He'll cry and whine and pout but he will listen to you. He'll be upset with you for a little bit afterwards, refusing your cuddles or attention but inevitably he'll come crawling back into your arms for comfort.

LITTLE!LOGAN:

Aw poor thing!! He definitely hates how he can't do anything fun with you. I think that Logan rarely ever regresses? Not because he doesn't want to, but because he only feels safe regressing at home with you and because of how rarely he actually gets to spend a few days alone at home with you, he rarely can regress.

So it's always so special for him when he can regress. He tends to regress a little older than the others, usually between the ages of 6 and 8, and he's able to understand how he's wasting what little time he has with you? He just wants to play with you! He wants to spend time with you and have fun and now he's sick and he can't and he's so sad.

You try to make it fun anyway, letting him choose his favourite movies and reading him his favourite stories and promising him that any time with him is fun, even if he's sick.

LITTLE!MAX:

We know that max is a very well behaved little, to the point where you actually have to try and encourage him to be a little naughty because he'll freak out if thinks he's been bad. For max, little space is a way to heal from his fractured childhood and learn he deserves love and care.

All of this is to say that little!max tries to hide he's sick, but unlike Lando it's not to avoid medicine. For maxy, it's because his dad used to get so angry when he get sick because it meant he couldnt train and race.

So when poor little maxy wakes up feeling sick and regressed? He gets to scared, because he doesn't want to make you angry. So he acts like he's fine, maybe even tries to take some medicine? But he doesn't know what to take and he doesn't want to accidentally take something he shouldn't and he's just so sad and scared.

LITTLE!ARTHUR:

One would assume that with how young Arthur regresses, he would be a nightmare when he's sick, but that couldnt be further from the truth. Or at least, when he's with you.

Because even though he feels so yucky, he also knows you're his caregiver and you always have his best interest at heart. All Arthur knows when he's regressed is that he loves you and that you look after him. It's why he gets so upset when someone else is caring for him because they arent the one he knows to trust.

Anyway, so when little!Arthur is sick he certainly needs some extra attention, but he's actually very well behaved. Even though he doesn't like the medicine, he takes it because he trusts you and he knows he'll get extra cuddles and forehead kisses.

#little!driver/rider #little!charles #little!max #little!lando #little!logan #little!arthur #cl #mv #lsarge #al #ln #soft soft vibes #gn!reader

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20-th-centurygirl · 1 year

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Always support you ❁❀

Paring: Mason Mount x fem!reader

Warnings: Language, sad Mason ☹️

Summary: Reader comforts a very sad and overwhelmed Mason

A/N: This is so saddd. My heart breaks for mason atm, he gets so much unnecessary hate.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

You knew something was wrong with Mason, you'd known it for weeks. The situation at Chelsea had caused him to become a shell of your Mason and it seemed no-one and nothing could pull him out of that and with every tweet he read, goal Chelsea conceded and game they ultimately lost was making him worse. You couldn't remember the last time you'd seen him smile, heard him laugh, kissed him properly or even seen him genuinely happy and it worried you massively because normally Mason was clingy and constantly happy. You tried not to take his distance to heart, knowing that it was just him trying to find a way to deal with what felt like the whole world on his shoulders but it did.

You didn't say anything when he arrived home shortly after you, unsure of what his mood was. Normally after a loss he had two moods, angry and he'd snap at you before apologising a few hours later or just ignoring you completely and going straight to bed. Most of the time you saw the latter and in a strange way that hurt you more, even if he was snapping at least he acknowledged you.

Despite the voice in the back of your head telling you not to, you decided to test the waters anyway. "Mase, do you wanna talk about it or do you want me to leave you alone?" Your question was quiet and simple, not wanting to piss him off anymore than he clearly was. He shook his head as he stared at the ground, but you were unsure which question he was shaking his head at. "Mase which one do you want babe? Me to leave?" He slowly lifted his head and it was only then that you noticed tears threatening to spill "Please don't leave me." He whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek. Immediately you ran over to him and wrapped your arms around him. "Oh mase." His head fell to the crook of your neck and soaked that and your shirt instantly. You rubbed his back reassuringly as you slowly guided him over the sofa, careful not to move him too fast. You lay down on your back as Mason lay on top of you, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist and his head back in the crook of your neck as soft sobs racked his body. "I've been so worried about out. What's been going on?" You asked, pressing small kisses to the side of his head as you stroked his back reassuringly. You felt him shake his head slightly and you didn't want to press him, he'd tell you when he was ready and you were fine with that.

You weren't sure how long you stayed like that, you whispering phrases of comfort and placing small kisses to Mason's head and he continued to sob into your neck. You'd shut your eyes in the process, mainly to try and keep your own tears at bay. Mason was the embodiment of the sun to you, so seeing him in such a defeated and desperate state shattered your heart.

They shot open, however, when you felt Mason's head move so he was looking at you. There were only a few tears running down his face now and his breathing had seemed to calm down so you assumed he wanted to talk. You shuffled to sit up, Mason doing the same so that you were both facing each other. You took both is hands in yours, "What's going on Mase?" He shook his head as he took a deep breath. "It's stupid." 'It isn't stupid if it upsets you this much love. You don't have to be brave around me." And that nearly sent him into another wave of sobs. He managed to stop himself, but that didn't stop the tears from falling a little quicker and heavier down his cheeks. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong y/n. I've given this club my all and I'm trying so hard and I'm just playing like shit no matter what. And then there's what everyone's saying. I see every tweet and every Instagram comment. It's like I can't stop myself from looking even though it makes me feel fucking horrible. When you're asleep I just sit there for hours looking at them and then I just-" his voice began to wobble again and you could tell he was struggling massively to keep his composure so you squeezed his hand gently "I'm not going anywhere Mason. Take your time love." He sent you a weak smile. "I've lost count of how many times I've just lay there and silently cried. I wanted to tell you but I just couldn't. And then I just felt like shit because I knew the way I was acting around you was hurting you even though you pretened it wasnt. I just feel so pathetic and I feel like I'm a massive disappointment to everyone. I'm just so fucking tired." He broke out into another sob and you held on to him like it was the last time you were ever going to see him. You went back to your original position of lying down except this time Mason had his head on your chest and was looking up at you. You held his cheeks and tried to wipe away the tears that were escaping too quickly for you to catch with your thumbs. "Mason Tony Mount, I promise you now you are not pathetic. You are not and you never will be a disappointment. I can't put into words how fucking proud I am. You are incredible and you've achieved so much in such a small amount of time and you've still got such an incredible career ahead of you darling. You will never disappoint me, you will never disappoint your parents, or anyone else in your family or mine, you will never disappoint any of our friends. So so many people, I mean hundreds of thousands, love you and admire you. You're so incredibly talented. And as for the fans treating you like shit, they're all cunts." Mason huffed out a small laugh at this and that brought a huge smile onto your face. "If people switch up on you because you're in a bad patch after consistently working your arse off for 3 years then that's their problem and they're certainly not real fans. But I promise you so so so many fans idolise you. This is one small blip and you will get out of it. You're tired and you've worked hard physically and mentally and that's going to take a toll on anyone. But Mason you need to promise me that the next time you're struggling with something you tell me straight away instead of suffering in silence because no one deserves that. I will never think less of you for being emotional, I will never love you any less for crying, if anything it makes me love and respect you even more for not being afraid of being vulnerable and trusting me that much and I didn't think that was even possible. I love you Mason, I always will. Okay?" He simply nodded, too moved by your words to even speak. He did however manage to muster up a quiet "I love you too, forever." You leaned down and kissed him gently before wrapping him up in your arms again, you touched him as if he were glass that would shatter at the slightest touch.

You rested on the sofa for a little bit longer, Mason's tears had turned into a few silent tears running down his face and his breathing had returned to its normal state. "Mase, go to bed, you're exhausted." You gently stroked his cheek in an attempt to wake him up as he slowly drifted in and out of sleep. "Come with me?." His voice muffled against your chest. "Course I will, come on." You both stood up and you held Mason's hand as he was slightly wobbly. You changed into one of his shirts and he changed into fresh boxers before you both got into bed, Mason resuming the position you'd been in downstairs. You threaded your fingers through his hair and occasionally kissed it to get him to drift of faster. You thought he'd finally fell asleep until he spoke, "thank you. You always know what to say and do and I'm sorry I shut you out the way I did when all you wanted to do was help. I really love you." "It's okay, I understand why you didn't but just promise you won't bottle stuff up and let it build like this again Mase. And you never need to thank me for doing my job as your girlfriend, I love you too." He let out a satisfied hum and with that he finally allowed himself to fall asleep, content in the knowledge you were always going to support him no matter what.

#footballer x reader #footballer imagine #football imagine #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount x you #footballer x y/n #mason mount imagine #mason mount

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whoistartaglia · 2 years

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you crash a wedding together headcanons.

includes: diluc, kaeya, and childe.

warnings: gender neutral reader, fluff.

notes: please enjoy i literally loved writing this.

diluc.

you practically had to force diluc to go with you.

the hotel that you two were staying at was famous for hosting lavish weddings receptions in its expensive banquet hall. and judging from the rush of waiters and other staff, there was one being held this very night.

“we should go,” you annouced. you both stood in the lobby, about to go out for a nice dinner, when the idea struck you. as another waiter passed by, you plucked two glasses of champagne off his tray, and held one out to diluc.

he shot you a disapproving look, but took it anyways. “we can’t just show up.”

“says who?” you said, shrugging and taking a sip from your own glass. it tasted delicious, and promised of more good food and drinks to come. you peered around the corner to the reception hall. it was packed with guests.

you gestured to what you and diluc were wearing. formal attire, fitting for a night out… or a wedding. “we look like guests. we would fit right in.”

“it’s not a good idea,” he protested as you grabbed his hand and started to drag him behind you. “what if we get caught?”

“what if we don’t?” you responded. when you looked over your shoulder with a mischievous glint in your eyes, diluc knew there was really no stopping you. you would be going, with or without him.

diluc sighed in defeat. he didn’t want to go, but he preferred to accompany you than have you go alone. “fine. but this was your idea, not mine.”

you only playfully rolled your eyes, delighted at his surrender. you dropped his hand and instead linked arms with him, appearing for all the guests to see like just another couple here to celebrate the marriage.

perphaps you could be mistaken for long lost cousins, or something like that.

kaeya.

when kaeya told you that he wasn’t invited to diluc’s wedding, you expected him to be sad. this was his brother, after all. even if they were slightly estranged, you thought diluc would at least invite kaeya to his own wedding. to the reception, at least.

but no. kaeya seemed perfectly fine with not having been invited. more than content, even.

“you’re not upset?” you asked, confused. “aren’t you sad you can’t go?”

“what do you mean?“ kaeya asked. “we’re still going.”

he laughed, and you became even more confused. kaeya explained very simply, “we’re going to crash the wedding, of course.”

that was how you ended up sitting in the back corner of the dawn winery, where the reception was being held. kaeya reassured you everything would be fine, even you sat in seats that clearly weren’t yours. even as the other guests at the table questioned why kaeya was seated there and not in the wedding party. even as diluc caught wind of his brother’s presence and was making his way over now.

“congratulations, brother,” kaeya said when diluc was in earshot. he sounded genuine, but diluc’s hardened face didn’t budge. it was when kaeya saw his pyro vision begin to glow that he grabbed your hand, stood up, and abruptly announced, “well, then. this was lovely, but we do have to go!”

everything after that was a blur. pushing past other guests to the exit. running away from an angry diluc. dashing down the many halls and staircases of the winery. at last kaeya pulled you into an unlocked room before diluc could turn the corner.

you only let out a relieved exhale when you heard diluc’s footsteps retreat past the room.

you turned to kaeya, who still wore a mischievous smile on his face. “we are never doing that again.”

“sure we are, on my brother’s second wedding. and maybe third. or fourth.”

you lightly smacked him for that one. no wonder he wasn’t invited.

childe.

“childe!” you exclaimed, exasperated. “this is my cousin’s wedding. i can’t bring you as my plus one if i didn’t get one in the first place!”

“we’ve been dating for like years now,” he argued. “i’m not just a plus one, i’m your boyfriend. i should have been invited.”

“i know! but she didn’t and i can’t change that.”

you didn’t disagree with him. it was unfair for childe not to have been invited.

you told that and more to your cousin, but she refused to change her mind. married and enagaged couples only. that was the rule.

“i can’t just smuggle you in,” you continued. it would cause too much drama if you got caught. and since it was going to be a small wedding, it was more like when you got caught, not if.

childe looked as if he wanted to argue back, but then an almost calm look fell over his face. his eyes were still slightly alight, but his tone was much calmer when he said, “okay. you’re right. i won’t push it anymore.”

you thought it was over then. if you were wiser, you should have questioned his sudden change of heart. but you didn’t, and now staring at childe at the end of the alter, you really regretted not doing so.

you didn’t even want to begin to know how childe managed to join the groom’s wedding party. while the rest of the room watched the happy couple exchange their vows and rings, you could only stare childe, looking for all intents and purposes like the perfect groomsman.

very subtly, he turned his gaze to you, and winked. you fought the urge to laugh because it was utterly ridiculous and absurd, but totally not out of character for childe to do. you were even slightly impressed he was able to pull it off so far. you would have to ask him about this later during the reception, but for now you could only offer him a nervous smile.

nervous, because when your cousin found how just how deeply her wedding had been crashed, you and childe were going to be in some serious trouble.

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He expected to bolt upright immediately, like the rash man he was. Instead, Jimmy opened his eyes and sat up slowly — very slowly, at the pace of someone who couldn’t quite grasp their bearings. Like he needed time to process something as simple as the universal joke that he just experienced. Truth is, Jimmy had had a lifetime to understand that.

He should have known better. He should have learned not to be so naive by now, not to feed false hopes like they were a starving dog.

But he hadn’t learned. Maybe he never would.

And that was, perhaps, what hurt the most: that he allowed them in. That he wanted them by his side. That every time, without fail, he hoped for things to change. Just this once! Just this once they would get it, they would drop the blade instead of using it against him!

But it always ended the same way. So maybe he was just stupid.

What did he expect, really? For his friends to be happy for him? To somehow justify the trust he put on them? To finally tell him he’s worthy?

What a joke. Everything in his life was a joke.

He sighed. Although he deeply wished to bury his face in his hat and scream for all eternity, the best he could do was pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh. They had the hat, and it’s not like they would hand it back so easily. No, no, they didn’t respect him enough for that.

What even is respect, anyway? When Jimmy arrived at the mesa, he envisioned it as power: to be respected is to have authority, to dictate the rules. But as time went on, his expectations started to lower. In fact, some would say his bar had hit the floor.

To be respected is to be taken seriously.

To be respected is to be listened to.

To be respected is to not be antagonised and humiliated.

To be respected is to be seen as a person.

With the sensation that he would fall apart if he didn’t hold onto something, Jimmy grasped his bedsheets.

He wasn’t even a person to them, was he?

The ones he so innocently, so desperately called “friends” had clearly latched onto the idea that he was, for the lack of a better term, a plaything. Look at the tiny Sheriff and his tiny empire! Watch him get mad! Watch him try and fail to defend himself! Point and laugh at this pathetic thing!

Within only a few minutes, he had already embraced the idea that having someone else — someone as important as a real sheriff — tell him that he deserved legitimacy would be enough to earn him some dignity. All he really hoped for was a place amongst his peers, who only looked down on him, both literally and metaphorically.

But it was worthless, in the end.

His vision blurred at about the same time his lungs decided they were too upset to take in air properly. It took him a second to realise why: Jimmy had gotten used to the fact that, as a living doll, he just couldn’t function the same as he had before; surely, amongst other things, he had become incapable of shedding tears?

But here he was: breathlessly, shakily, undeniably crying. And now that it had started, it was hard to stop.

It was a well-known fact that Jimmy got angry much easier than he got sad. Screaming matches, hand hasty to the blade, petty plots that he would never manage to fulfil; it all helped push down his sense of self-awareness, this powerlessness clawing at his gut.

Right now, he felt as if a wave had crashed down on him.

He hated this fake body he was trapped in. Hated that he was smaller and more fragile than a child, that nothing felt real anymore, that he didn’t even have it in himself to bleed.

Breathing is such a basic task, why can’t he do it? Is it that he doesn’t actually have lungs or that he isn’t supposed to breathe in the first place?

He hated his own incompetence. No matter how hard he tried, he would always fall behind, crash and burn into the most pathetic of explosions. He had nothing to offer and he couldn’t take, no wonder he wasn’t allowed to have anything.

His entire body hurts. He hasn’t even done anything today, why does it hurt?

He hated that he could be so arrogant and selfish and that no one ever hesitated to point it out.

Heck, maybe they had a reason to bash him all the time after all! Maybe he missed all the shots he had. Maybe he deserved it, that had to be it!

He hated the way he always made a fool of himself and couldn’t even cover it up half-decently.

Oh, he hated this empty town, hated the mighty empires, hated his friends, those toys, the gunpowder, the bandits, the stupid Law and even stupider Lore! He hated and hated until he crumbled and there was nothing left of him.

And there really was nothing left. No one to fight for him or see the mess he’d made of himself. Not even Tango or Scar would stay by his side in the end, and the Old Sheriff was bound to follow, wasn’t he?

He was alone.

Jimmy cried until he couldn’t breathe anymore. He screamed into his hands until his voice was gone and clung to himself as a sorry excuse for comfort. And then he just laid there, drained and numb.

The sun was setting outside, its orange light peeking through his window lazily. He could just stay here, not get up; it’s not like he had anything important to do. But as much as he would like to disappear under his covers until his bones turned to dust, the idea only made him feel worse. Then again, someone once told him that it was good to breathe some fresh air when you’re upset, so maybe he should do that instead.

Dragging his feet, Jimmy left his bed and stepped outside, where a warm breeze awaited him. It wasn’t particularly refreshing; the sight of the blue walls surrounding Tumble Town gave him an ill feeling. Thankfully, it didn’t last long. It was replaced by confusion, for the horrible melody of a disjointed piano ringed across the valley.

“What in the world—”

Oh. Right.

If only for a moment, the thought of having a tavern bustling with people made him feel... less terrible. And although he knew that it wasn’t the case, that his town currently only had one citizen apart from himself, that was enough to pull him from his melancholic haze and towards the saloon.

He walked into the establishment to find the Old Sheriff predictably sat at the piano in the corner. His hat rested on top of the instrument, like the dear damsel to whom he was dedicating a song.

“Oh, there you are.” The old cowboy stopped his cacophony once he noticed the small figure by the door. “I was starting to wonder when you were coming back. Did you...” He eyed Jimmy up and down, “wrestle with your friends or something?”

All the tiny man could do, once again, was sigh. His face was probably still puffy from crying, and he guessed his wrinkled shirt and ruffled hair didn’t help giving off the most pristine of impressions.

“Or something,” he half-answered.

Without bothering to elaborate, he walked around the bar and opened one of the cabinets underneath. Behind a dozen or so empty bottles, there was still one with about three quarters of liquid left. Jimmy wasn’t one to drink often; he’d been keeping this last one around for special occasions, but he supposed it didn’t matter anymore.

The bottle was nearly as tall as he was. He dragged it all the way to one of the tables, which he climbed on top of before fighting to pour himself a shot glass. A few instants later, a larger cup tentatively appeared in front of him.

“Care to share?” The Old Sheriff asked, leaning against his table.

He nodded.

The two men drank next to each other without exchanging a word. The silence held a thin mental thread Jimmy was struggling not to snap. He didn’t know whether or not he was thankful when the Old Sheriff interrupted it:

“Your piano is out of tune.”

“What, is that supposed to be some kind of metaphor?” Jimmy’s intonation was flat, too tired to sort out any emotion to put into it. He tried not to think of a voice box. “Is there a second T in ‘respect’ now? For ‘tune’?”

“No, I mean literally. The piano’s out of tune.” The man gestured towards the instrument he had been playing.

“Oh.” The young sheriff awkwardly cleared his throat at that. “Um... I don’t really know how to tune it.”

“That’s fair enough, I don’t really know how to play it.”

With a shrug, the old man downed the rest of his drink, and was already pouring a new dose by the time Jimmy realised the corner of his mouth had raised the smallest amount. But that mild amusement quickly vanished, giving way to quietness once more. This one felt a bit too uncomfortable, staring at him as his mind continued to reel.

“It didn’t work out,” he murmured.

“Hm?”

“Your tips, the whole respect thing? Actually, I think they might respect me less now!” The tiny sheriff huffed, resting his head against the window behind him. Not that he thought it was possible for people to degrade him any more than they already did, but here they are.

“Huh. I dunno, maybe you just did it wrong. The R.E.S.P.E.C.T tactic has never failed me.” The Old Sheriff chuckled.

Jimmy couldn’t help but sigh yet again. He didn’t shout, didn’t splutter, didn’t even try to defend himself. You see, he wasn’t exactly angry. No, he had mellowed out for today. Staring down at his distorted reflection on the amber drink, he searched for a word that could describe this numbness; this burning sensation in his chest that made him look at the world around him with such disgust.

Hopelessness? Exhaustion?

“They killed me, you know?” He commented, then quietly added, “And they took my hat again.”

“Well, now that’s just rude!”

With a disappointed click of the tongue, his senior refilled Jimmy’s glass, despite it still being half full. He was already on this third cup himself; the bottle was significantly emptier.

Was that it? Disappointment? Disbelief?

“It’s not the first time, either.” Tim ran his hands through his hair in what could maybe be called exasperation. That still wasn’t it, though. “I’m really starting to think that I should... I don’t know, cut ties with them or— or maybe I should just leave. Find somewhere new to live. I can’t take this anymore, man.”

All he received in response was a soft hum. The past Sheriff stared at the wall somewhere above Jimmy, who wondered if he was even listening anymore.

“Tell you what,” the old man started a few moments later. “Why don’t you show me around them empires? I wanna see what’s changed. And if we happen to stumble upon any of those ‘friends’ of yours, we can show them what for, yeah?”

He blinked. Then he blinked again. And then he laughed, incredulous. His chest untightened the slightest amount.

“I— You— I mean, that— that sounds great, yeah! Sure!”

For the rest of the evening, Jimmy managed to push down the fog of that strange feeling by ranting to someone who would finally listen to him — more or less; he wasn’t sure the Old Sheriff was completely conscious by the time the moon was up. Something at the back of his mind told him not to get used to this by the time he went back home. It could always be a trick, a lie even. The irony of hoping that he could hope wasn’t lost on him.

And irony, much like everything else, would pull the rug from under him.

From the moment Fwhip saw the Old Sheriff and opened that cunning smile of his, he knew that the best of his bravado wouldn’t be enough. He would always fall back to bickering with his ex-deputy, whose verbal traps never failed to demean him. Oh, he tried so hard not to, but could he help it? Fwhip had the ease of pulling people in that Jimmy and his frantic arguments never would.

So maybe he should have listened to that thing at the back of his mind. At least he wouldn’t be surprised when his new partner got so quickly dissuaded from following him; wouldn’t bother going to Gobland or reminding them of his stance with Fwhip. It would certainly have spared him some heartache.

On the way to the goblin empire, the same jokes that had begun to cut so deep were laughed at. At the Drip, his inevitable boiling annoyance was taken advantage of. The slander went undefended and his call for assistance in the ensuing fight, unanswered. His possessions were teased out of his reach and given to a “real sheriff”. In the middle of all of this, his last ally, captured by Fwhip’s determination to take everything he could away from him, rubbed elbows with his enemies without giving him so much as a reassuring look. That’s when Jimmy finally realised what the feeling was.

Bitterness. Unrelenting, cold resentment.

Maybe he wasn’t perfect. He wasn’t commanding or assertive, nor was he easy to live with. Yes, Jimmy had a lot to learn, and he would. But he couldn’t fathom what could possibly made anyone deserving of such a world-shattering emotion. It was all so clear now, he didn’t have to put up with any of this! They don't get to do this to him over and over again!

This is bullshit.

And he’s done.

He didn’t even bother going back for his stuff when Fwhip killed him the second time. His armour, his tools, all of it was tainted with weakness and ridicule — he didn’t even have a badge or a hat to hand in anymore. In the end, there were very little items he cared to take with him.

The very same caravan he arrived in Tumble Town with was loaded by the time night had fallen. Norman had already leaped into the back without Jimmy needing to call him, and Bullseye was harnessed and ready to go. He briefly considered waiting for the Old Sheriff to return, but he didn’t think he could bear looking at the man at this point. By far, the biggest lesson he learned was that it wasn’t worth it getting attached.

Without anyone to say goodbye to, he left the empty silence of Tumble Town behind. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but the sheriff dream was gone — and so was Jimmy.

#Set right after walmart WRA killed Jimmy on the bridge #I like desperation #You go Tim. Find your true villain self out there #I have So Many Thoughts aaaaaa #(meant to post this days ago but I forgot oops-)#Red Light Bandit AU #Empires SMP #Empires season 2 #Solidarity Gaming #RLBAU #Don't Mind Me I'm Writing My Blorbos

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epiclamer · 10 months

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H/C with lots of kisses?? Make it angsty husband >:)

Mmmmmmmof course babyyyyy

Re-redemption

The villain watched intimately as the hero stitched their wounds, feeling their warm fingers brush against their torn skin. They studied the hero's face absentmindedly, their furrowed brow, focused gaze and nervous lip biting. It was something to get their mind off the pain at least, even if the longer they stared the worse their stomach churned.

A terrible wave of nausea slowly creeped in on them as they watched the hero's diligent work. Not because they felt sick or were intimidated by the other, but because they were starting to like the personal attention too much for their own liking.

The hero had always been sweet to them, ever since they had shown up to the Agency with cuffs on their wrists and a faint promise of redeeming themselves. They were the only hero to bother to give them the time of day.

On missions the villain was always the first to go in, it was never debated. If there was a trap? Villain would get caught. An onslaught? Villain would take the damage. They were the expendable one on the team.

But this particular hero was making them feel less so everyday.

"Fuck- You could at least try and be gentle-" the villain winced, attempting to pull back their arm and failing against the hero's stronger grip.

"And you could at least try to not get hurt, but here we are." The hero readjusted their hold on the villain's arm before pulling another stitch tight with only a hiss of a response from the other.

Shuffling slightly against the couch at their back, the criminal groaned. "You know I don't get to make that choice."

A moment passed and they waited patiently for one of the hero's classic witty comebacks, but they hardly even breathed loud enough for the villain to catch. At the silence, their eyes flicked to the hero's face once more, trying for another moment of distraction by doing their best to decipher the other's expression.

They looked angry, sad, maybe a little worried, but it was hidden under everything else if it was there to be found at all. A multitude of emotions making them difficult to read, yet most of all, the hero looked hurt.

"Don't tell me you're upset that I got a little more roughed up than usual in a fight." Sure, provoking a clearly emotionally distraught hero was probably not the best way to go about a deep conversation about feelings, but in their defence they were never taught therapy with heroes 101 and it seemed an easy way to get them to open up. "That's what fights do, Hero. It happens to the best of us."

In a murmur the hero answered something, lips barely pulling apart before they took a breath and steadied their hands to continue. "The mission wasn't safe, it didn't have your health and well-being in the equation and you took it on anyway."

The villain scoffed, partially bothered by how the hero assumed they had no sense of self worth. "I don't have a choice. I came here to redeem myself so I do the missions, end of story. If I don't I go back to jail, is that what you want?"

Setting down the needle and medical thread the hero closed their eyes in annoyance. "You're a redeemed villain which means you shouldn't be having any contact with any other criminals of any status."

"So I had to set up a meeting with Other Villain for a takedown mission, what about it?"

"What about it? Have you lost your mind? Talking to any other criminal immediately puts the biggest fucking target on your head anyone could ever ask for. Do you even care about how much danger that puts you in?"

They both paused for a breath, equally getting angrier with one another to the point where they were just making this argument worse.

"Obviously I care. Do you think I'm an idiot or something?" They didn't need an answer, but they felt they deserved it.

The hero stood up, dragging a hand down their face as they huffed. "Yeah I guess I do, because no one in the right mind would ever risk it all for some ridiculous fucking mission like you would."

Air caught in their throat and almost suffocated them, the hero who had been caring for them for the past months didn’t think twice before insulting them. And it crushed the villain to their core. Staring blankly at the other they couldn’t even will themselves to move off the couch and isolate from the other.

Frozen in shock their eyes trained on the hero who mirrored the look of on the verge of tears from it all, but neither of them said a thing. Calming themselves down before they interacted any more, the hero spoke first.

“I’m sorry. That was out of line. I didn’t mean that.”

But the villain didn’t hear them. They didn’t want to.

Their tears burned in their eyes and their lungs couldn’t take in enough air. Everything hurt and everything fell apart all because of a stupid hero. A hero that made their heart skip beats and blush rise to their cheeks.

“No, I’m sorry. Please don’t listen to me, I’m just… I’m upset, I’m sorry.” The hero rushed them, pulling them close but slowly enough to avoid any wounds.

The hug didn’t feel like anything, the villain was empty at the hero’s words. It hurt too bad to process the loving gesture that followed.

The hero kept talking, reassuring them, calming them, but it didn’t feel like anything. Numbness overwhelmed them until all of a sudden everything came back to them in a burning heat.

They hadn’t even registered the hero’s lips on theirs until a gentle hand was on their jaw and a warm feeling spread through their whole body. Opening their eyes to the other against them was heaven on earth and as much as their heart hurt from only minutes before, their brain wouldn’t dwell on it a second longer.

“Please, accept my apology. I never meant to hurt you.”

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A pal sent me a scene from a show called "Extraordinary Attorney Woo" and it felt like the shenanigans these three would pull.

As per usual, extra info underneath :)

Scarab never gets the courage to ask Azure (What other cosmic entities called Liam's amnesiac self when they first turned into a cosmic being) if they'd be interested in being in a relationship with him- even though they obviously expressed a lot of interest in him.

He was extremely terrified of the potential of them rejecting him. When he shouldn't have worried so much, as they would have absolutely said yes to him even with their memories sealed away.

As mentioned here, Liam's affection for him carries over to their new self, as well as a nagging feeling that they're missing something important.

From this familiarity with Scarab before he even introduced himself, to how they felt like they've met Prismo and Cosmic Owl before. How Scarab acted so awkwardly- even almost sad and tense around them in moments where he caught himself expressing joy in their presence.

As if there was some line he was afraid of crossing. Despite that, he always couldn't stop himself from visiting them in their dimension and spending time with them (when they weren't even assigned a job yet).

The feeling in their head telling them they should know why, but just can't grasp what exactly it is- and everyone else seems to be in on knowing more than them.

Thankfully for the both of them, things turn out alright.

A sudden unexpected visit from Bug World Finn and Jake (Orbo helped them out with getting into Liam's dimension) and their mothers is what triggers all the foggy memories being brought back clearly. Their two little brothers regal them with stories of their travels as human, and tease them about liking Scarab still.

They get upset that their memories were forced away by The Boss because of of their past as a Primordial. But don't let it bother them for long- and sorta get why it was done.

Anyways, Liam's the one brings up continuing their relationship. When their memories are restored, they're hit hard with yearning. So they request Scarab to visit them immediately in their dimension. (Which he pops in instantly after a job) They wanted to surprise him with the fact they have their memories back and anxious to see if he was interested in them still.

Scarab on the other hand had a lot of anxiety, so he was assuming the worst of the "urgent call" from them. When Liam reveals their memories have returned and wished to be with him again, the God Auditor breaks down in tears with relief.

Prismo and Cosmic Owl 100% knew this would eventually happen. And were relieved when it did because Scarab was being more of angry bug with all the other cosmic beings and focusing a lot on his work to the point that it terrified everyone.

I personally like the idea of Prismo and Cosmic Owl enjoy hearing about gossip and friend's relationships based on "Hoots" when Prismo and Owl are chatting on the television lol

#bug world au #scarab #liam #oc x canon #azure liam #prismo #cosmic owl #adventure time oc #fionna and cake oc #adventure time #fionna and cake #long post

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nishiriki · 7 days

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ᯓ𐙚 pink tropical

s you had a rough day at work so sunoo gets you your fav popsicle to cheer you up g fluff wc 400+

note - i made this during class so bare with me y’all :,)…anyways popsicle by potatoi is so good y’all don’t understand 😣 this is HEAVILY inspired by that song so listen to it while you read this if you’d like. anyways enjoy, feedback is always welcomed!

“are you kidding me? how are you out of caramel sauce?!” the angry woman shouts at you for the nth time. you were already feeling a bit stressed out with finals coming up and she was making it no better.

“i’m sorry ma’am but we ran out of it earlier. i can make you something else if you’d like” you forced a small smile and kind voice to try and ease some of the tension but she kept on with her attitude. “ugh i’ll just go somewhere else, you young people are so lazy it’s sad!” and with that she stormed out.

luckily it was time for you to clock out. but that didn’t stop you from tearing up. you hurriedly clocked out and rushed to your car and finally let it all out. little did you know, your boyfriend had came to see you when you got off work but when he seen you were clearly upset he rushed to your car to comfort you.

“hey hey, what’s wrong?” he questioned calmly while leaning over to hug you. you told him what happened and he couldn’t help but want to find that lady and cuss her all the way out. but for now he opted for making you smile again, and he knew just what to get to have you cheesing again.

he took your spot in the drivers seat and drove to your favorite ice cream shop. you were zoning out in the passenger seat still replaying everything that occurred just some minutes ago. you hadn’t even realize he got out until he came back and held a pink tropical popsicle in front of you. you smiled at him wildly and quickly took the popsicle.

“please don’t be sad no more. that woman is just a miserable person that has nothing else better to do than to let her anger out on innocent people. you’re not lazy at all. you are the sweetest person i’ve ever met, sweeter than that popsicle you’re holding even” you giggled at your boyfriend’s corny words but leaned in to give him a sweet peck on the lips.

“thank you so much my love. you really did make me feel better” he smiled at you, eyes filled with loved and adoration. “anything to see you smile princess”

you’re sweet like popsicle, sweet tropical, unconventional~

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spidersmiceandeverythingnice · 2 years

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So I watched/listened to a plot synopsis of ACOTAR out of curiosity and wow. It's obvious SJM thought of a misunderstood bad boy halfway through her Beauty and the Beast retelling and then proceeded to make him *too* bad. As in, "drug and assault you for a month to help you not be traumatized" (really Rhys, was that the *only* way you could have "protected" Feyre? Are you sure?). I see why everyone's angry with how the book ended it's such a mess.

god, yeah. as much as it makes me mad when people skip book one, i totally get skipping book one because it is ABUNDANTLY clear that SJM published it without thinking about literally anything. She spends so much of the rest of the series retconning/reframing events so the guy that she made into a genuinely scary villain in book one is now a fucking saint who builds sanctuaries for battered women in his magic secret city of saints and artists - like, let's ignore the fact that he left a severed head on someone's doorstep as a prank, and the fact that he committed SA, and the fact that he violates peoples' minds/boundaries on the regular.

Like, the most charitable interpretation of Rhysand's actions UtM is that he re-enacted his own sexual abuse on Feyre, because he entered into the pseudo-relationship with Amarantha unwillingly, but believing that it would be the best way to protect himself and his family. The LEAST charitable interpretation of his drugging and assaulting Feyre repeatedly is that he was trying to keep her dazed, constantly in a state of sleep-deprived sickness, struggling to recovery, and thereby prevent her from solving the Super Obvious riddle - because again, he worked for the evil queen willingly. Even if his motivations were "good" he still actively terrorized the rest of the country in the name of protecting the one place and handful of people that Rhysand, personally, deemed most valuable. Like, dude, people DIED. Rhysand later spends a lot of time whining about how NOBODY FOUGHT OR SACRIFICED AS HARD AS HIM..... bro. I don't know how to tell you this but at least two of the other High Lords were running an active rebellion in Book One (the Winter Court confirmed; Rhysand later murders the Winter Court's children - and SJM desperately wants you to forget that this event happened/mattered; the Summer Court was implied to be assisting) and if Rhysand hadn't interfered, Tamlin probably could have used Feyre to break the curse's stupidly complex conditions on his own.

But also!?!? None of this fucking matters, because the canonical actual reason that Rhysand gives for - and I cannot emphasize this enough - DRUGGING AND SEXUALLY HARASSING/ASSAULTING FEYRE, THE GIRL HE CLAIMS TO LOVE MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF, REPEATEDLY - was that he was jealous.

He says this, to Feyre, on the fucking page. Rhysand did not like that Tamlin and Feyre were clearly in love, that their relationship seemed strong, and he wanted to make Tamlin angry and jealous - by hurting Feyre, and using her as an object with which to taunt him.

Rhysand never apologizes for this, by the way. He just gets sad and says that he regrets it, and Feyre feels sorry that she upset him by bringing up her trauma, which he caused. Fucking CHRIST.

And later, according to SJM's narration, I am supposed to revile and condemn Tamlin for getting angry and being upset/traumatized by having witnessed someone he loves he dangled in front of him like a toy by a guy who wants to hurt/kill him and is capable of destroying people's minds!? I'm supposed to be upset when he tries to rescue Feyre from Rhysand later!?!? HELLO!?!? We can talk about Tamlin's character flaws but first of all, he's never sexually assaulted anyone, and second of all, he's against slavery for no reason than because slavery is bad.

No, actually, this is relevant, because Rhysand later tries to "both sides" fucking SLAVERY.

Anyway rant over, fuck ACOMAF especially.

#anti sjm #anti rhysand #i'd tell rhys to go fuck himself but he'd enjoy that so - no he doesn't deserve the pleasure #tamlin #ya know what fuck it this post is pro feyre she's an annoying bitch but she's MY annoying bitch #every day i mourn for feyre's character and the agency she was robbed of because sjm decided that rhys was king

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the-sidekick-club · 2 years

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Case of the pockets

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Part 5 : Epilogue

Written by: @tratieisdabest★@heroes-villains-side-blog★@just-a-space-rabbit

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The atmosphere was stiff as the trio sat in Henchman’s living room. Two villains and a hero (well, two sidekicks and a henchman) sat in a room; sounds like the start of a bad joke or a fight.

“So…” Villain Sidekick said, breaking the silence “Henchman, how’s it going, is working for Supervillain alright? How different is it from working with Villain?"

"It's… top secret,” Henchman answered as they popped a soda can. “And besides, don't you two have something to talk about?”

“Well, Hero Sidekick was the one who wanted to talk,” Villain Sidekick said, looking over to their do-gooder counterpart. “So, are we gonna talk or what? Why did you call me?” They wanted to look annoyed but their curiosity was getting the better of them.

Hero Sidekick finally spoke, “Well… it’s about last night’s fight… Is it just me or… was Villain's reaction kinda… weird? When they saw Hero, I mean.”

“Maybe? What’s your point?” Villain Sidekick said indifferently.

“Why do you think that is?” Hero Sidekick asked.

“Eh, just didn’t like that your new suits put us at a disadvantage," they shrugged. "You’ve got pockets now instead of those idiotic handbags, much more practical. You can just throw stuff at us instead of wasting time hounding around in your bags. It’s just common sense, we gotta up our game now.”

“I guess,” Hero Sidekick didn’t sound convinced.

“Of course, what else could it be?" They turned to their sibling-in-crime, "Henchman, what do you think?”

Henchman took a moment to think then replied slowly, “Well… not everyone likes changes, I mean, I’m pretty sure Villain still hasn’t forgiven me for taking that job under Supervillain and that was what, a year ago?”

“You flat out betrayed them for a raise!” Villain Sidekick exclaimed indignantly, defending Villain.

“Fair point,” Henchman responded.

Silence.

Hero Sidekick looked between the two… friends awkwardly, but nonetheless tried to bring the conversation back to their concerns.

“But I still think Villain was acting really weird, especially about the pockets.” When Villain Sidekick rolled their eyes, Hero Sidekick urged, “C’mon! They brought up Hero’s handbag alone, like, thrice!”

Villain Sidekick sighed. “Fine, I’ll humour you. Pretend Villain did seem really focused on Hero’s pockets. So what? And why were there no pockets before anyway?” they had started thinking out loud.

Hero Sidekick didn’t have an answer to that.

“Maybe,” Villain Sidekick jumped up from their seat as they wondered aloud, “maybe, Villain infiltrated the heroes’ supersuits department? Just a design edit here, a little tweaking there, then boom! No pockets and Villain has the advantage in battle!” Villain Sidekick sat down triumphantly. “Clever Villain! So evil!”

There were a few seconds of silence from the other two before Henchman began carefully, “Or, and hear me out here, maybe Villain… has a crush on Hero?”

Both sidekicks' jaws dropped and everyone sat in silence for a few moments before they spoke up.

“That actually makes a lot of sense.” said Hero Sidekick finally.

“That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard,” said Villain Sidekick at the same time, staring at the two.

“Come on, now,” Henchman said, holding back a smile. “Think about it. Villain was clearly disappointed with the new suit because it’s way less attractive than the old one.”

Villain Sidekick blinked. “They were upset because they had less advantage, dum-dum.”

“Yeah, but wouldn’t they be more mad than sad if that were the case?" Hero Sidekick defended. "Everyone knows how angry villains get when a plan falls through, and Villain is no different from the rest.”

Villain Sidekick did not look amused. “Don’t embarrass yourselves. Villain can’t have a crush on Hero! They’re a villain! And they’re a hero! They’re nemeses and hate each other!”

Henchman sipped their drink, looking at Villain Sidekick, “So, you really think that there’s a higher likelihood of a tailoring traitor in the hero agency, targeting pockets specifically, than Villain having a crush on Hero?”

Villain Sidekick nodded furiously, “Yes! One hundred percent!”

Not much else was said after that, and eventually the two sidekicks left. But, unbeknownst to Henchman, the next session was already being planned.

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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 5 months

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walks into ur inbox and sets up a big conspiracy board. hi mac :3 do u wanna hear about the hs epilogues and hs2??? well i'm gonna learn u a thing about homed stuck post canon!!!! here we fucking go

ok so idk how much of the epilogues u have read, but basically to sum it up: it was made as a way to make the fans of canon hs angry. like that's kinda the whole point. and it worked because honestly!! they are quite terrible!!! and i do like them a lot but there are a lot of things that were done in bad faith with very little care to original canon, such as: raging misogyny in the form of making jane a hashtag girlboss who sexually abused jake, jade who has no concept of sexual boundaries and was literally framed to be the girl who got in between the gay couple, and like. a lot more. so it's. very far from perfect. honestly a lot of the character writing isn't even that good

but something to keep in mind is that while yes, part of the reason a lot of it is written that way is because hussie just wanted to piss people off, there is kind of a canon reason for it??? dirk went kind of off the rails and absorbed the knowledge of all of his splinters and alternate timeline selves (which for a person who hates himself that much!!! not great!!! would drive a guy a little nuts!!!) and he got a little. bro strider-ish. very manipulative and Not Nice. and he also grabbed control over the entire narrative in the meat timeline so!!! he was just messing with people and trying to convince himself he didn't feel bad about it. sad!

and the candy timeline is controlled by alt!calliope who wanted to make the entire timeline nice and perfect and domestic, a war broke out between trolls and humans, shit hit the fan pretty bad, but the narrative only focuses on the romantic and family drama which says sooooooo much about how alt!callie views the world and these characters. she grew up obsessing over them and now can't process that these are real people who are friends with the alpha timeline version of herself and it drives me bonkers and fucking yonkers GIRL YOU ARE MESSING WITH PEOPLE YOU ARE NO DIFFERENT THAN YOUR BROTHER!!!! since ultimate!dirk absorbed the knowledge and memories of lord english through his absorption of arquiussprite he is basically lord fucking english so him and alt!calliope arguing over the timelines is literally just. two siblings who never grew up pulling their toys/friends back and forth and being upset because they can't get their own way IT'S INSANE

also the prose slaps sometimes. meat page 39 is an especially good example, like the way it capture's ult!dirk's character voice is. AAAAAAUGHJGHGH. god. the feelings of that part. the way he's clearly trying so hard not to care..... but he DOES. and you can TELL. honestly it really captures the tragedy of dirkjake so well. also candy page 14 is just. woagh. idk if you read that part but dirk dies in candy and it's just.... holyyyyy shit dude. it's a bit gorey and it is a suicide so maybe not the best part to read if you're in a bad state of mind but GOD. it just. there's something about it that somehow manages to capture dirk so well in a way. like of course his death would be self inflicted while feeling like he's doing something "right." jesus christ. i can give u links to my favourite pages if u wanna read any of em

ummm ANYWAY. hs2 is a continuation of BOTH timelines. john died in the meat timeline (sad) and got incredibly depressed in the candy timeline (also sad) but also he had a son with roxy in candy!!! his name is harry anderson and lemme tell u i love all of the kids in candy. there's harry, there's vrissy (an ecto clone of vriska adopted by rose and kanaya), tavros crocker-english (jane and jake's kid, the most tragic little guy ever tbh) and um. yiffy. yiffany longstocking lalonde-harley who was born when jade wanted a kid. i'm not gonna get into the whole ordeal of yiffy rn it was so balls to the wall insane if i explained everything i would be here all day. but also VRISKA IS THERE 🎉🎉🎉 and she is the highlight of the candy timeline lemme tell u. she's gonna end the troll/human war maybe. or maybe she'll just fuck around. who knows!!! it's vriska!!! i love her silly unpredictable swag :3

the meat timeline is where i go especially crazy because there is soooo much to analyze here in terms of prose and imagery and just. stuff in general. basically dirk and rose blasted off into space to go create a new intelligent species and introduce them to sburb and make their universe "relevant" again because something just feels Off about their current story, and they can't quite tell what it is so they're fixing it any way they can think of. also terezi tagged along because she was there when john died and she still hasn't found vriska and so she is also depressed so hey why not tag along on this death trip to the stars!!! also a bunch of others are trying to chase them down in their own spaceship, including: dave and karkat, jade, callie, and roxy (who is transmasc in the meat timeline!!!) also davekat is canon in the meat timeline and they have some lovely existential discussions about dave's immortality and karkat's mortality

anyway thats all i got for now. i feel insane about these guys and i'm hoping the new writers for hs2 can maybe improve the story a bit AND THEY ALREADY KIND OF HAVE!!! they brought sollux back, they made jake less of a punching bag and more of a character, they have vriska shenanigans, and jane is less of an Evil Girlboss and actually more of a homestuck villain if that makes sense!! AND THE ART STYLE IS BETTER TOO the hs2 style kind of devolved a bit and looked a bit terrible after a while (they might have just had new artists on at the time) but now they've got different artists!! and the guy heading it now worked on some of the original homestuck stuff!! so they're trying to slowly fix some of hussie's bad writing choices and expanding on the cool stuff that was already there!! i love hs2 it is my deeply flawed very fucked up baby :3 sorry this was so long. the demons got me u understand <3

I UNDERSTAND I UNDERSTAND. OMG THANK YOU. i actually did start reading candy/meat when they first came out (<< 17 yr old who was so so so excited for new homestuck content) and ended up. giving up on them REALLY quick. i actually got to the part where dirk died in candy and that was what made me put them down entirely bc i was SO upset . also like u said yes the way jade was characterized was so so so uncomfy for me. so those r like the two main factors that made me totally give up on meat and candy. and i kind of openly was super super mad about the epilogues for a while after that and then i realized. oh no. im a fool. im exactly the kind of person they were written to make angry HHFDBSJS. so i backed down and learned to appreciate them for what they were from a distance <3

i appreciate u SO MUCH for the deep dive bc holy shit. every once in a while i have the internal struggle of "god i miss homestuck. maybe i should go back and read the epilogues" and then i Dont hFBFSJDK . i actually do not know SHIT about hs2 in general !! i know there is. ult dirk who looks like an anime villain and i think thats great for him. aaaaand. the davekat laundry room scene which i have only seen panels for and not dialogue and i love them so much forever. and thats about the extent of my knowledge.

#IM GLAD U ENJOY THEM BC I ALSO LIKE TO KNOW EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME. i am avsorbing your knowledge #i think i would like to go back and read meat and candy again some day and give them another chance #((mainly so i can then read hs2 bc thats what i care about))#but i think i need to be in the correct headspace to do that and it has never really felt like the right time i guess #unfortunately the first time i consumed them i was a super super hyper depressed lonely college freshman #and they kind of scarred me a little hBFHDJSKS #I APPRECIATE THEM NOW THOUGH.#THANKNU THANK U THANK U i love whiskey inbox time #friends!!!#asks #anachronistic-falsehood

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fox-buried-in-maple-leaves · 7 months

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smiles. all of them for galin ^^

Ask Game!

🌟 When your OC loses all hope, who do they turn to first? What helps make them feel better? What calms them down and reassures them? Why?

Galin prays to their God. When things seem hopeless and they're lost and unsure of what to do. Galin will pray. Blessed by the deities above, a demigod themself, they pray for what they know to be out there. And they hope something responds, anything. Sometimes the Gods respond, most of the time they leave Galin hanging. But they are filled with hope nonetheless.

☀️ What makes your OC genuinely happy? A person, an item, their hobby? Where is the place they’re happiest, or most at home? What is the happiest they’ve ever been?

Fascinating souvenirs and exciting stories. Galin values experiences and the representations of them above else. They are their happiest exploring the streets or forests around them, taking things in, the people, the sights, the sounds.

🌙 If your OC could have one wish come true what would it be and why? Would there be consequences to this wish or would they regret it once they get what they want? What would they give in return for this wish to come true?

Galin is selfish sometimes, they know that. That's why they tossed away the chance to lead their kingdom for freedom of the greater world. And then, they'd wish to keep that freedom. No chances of going back, no chances of being dragged back against their will. Just freedom. But what is true freedom but a form of destruction.

❄️ What makes your OC sad, so sad that they can’t help but cry all day? How do they cheer themself up? Does their sadness upset any of their loved ones too?

They have a bit of a bleeding heart. A bit of softness they hide behind their wicked smile. But animals, man, animals really get to them. They get so sad when cute animals die needlessly. They'll cry all day over it. And their sadness is very infectious. They wail.

🔥 Is your OC known for having temper tantrums? If not, what gets them really angry? What makes their blood BOIL? Is there anyway to calm them down or are they unstoppable? What are they like when they’re angry? Do they take it out on their loved ones?

Luckily, Galin is very hard to genuinely anger. They roll with the punches more than anything. Rather, they tend to get annoyed. Bitter tone, very clear. If they've told someone something again and again and the person still does it, for instance. They get very annoyed very easily at stuff like that. And yes that includes even towards their loved ones.

❤️ What would your OC’s ideal lover be like? Appearance, personality, voice? Would their family approve or would it be civil war?

Somebody brave. Somebody who isn't afraid to love them. Galin refuses to be placed second to expectations. They have no real physical preferences. They just want somebody with a strong personality who makes an effort. Because if you don't make an effort, you are not worth their time. Anyways either way their family wouldn't be happy but that is NOT their problem lol

🕊️ Would your OC ever get married or are they already wed? If they’re married, describe what their wedding was like! If not, describe their ideal wedding (or do this if you feel like it anyway!)

At this point in the story, they don't want to get married at alllll. No dream wedding either.

🍼 Does your OC have any children or want children? What names would they pick? Are they good with kids or a complete disaster?

No kids please!! Galin is... not great with kids but not bad either. They're your older sibling who your parents didn't teach to properly take care of you but is cool and clearly trying.

☕ Give us one (or more if you feel like it) of your OCs deep dark secrets! Why do they keep it hidden? Spill the tea!

Galin knows their mother isn't Ma'at, something they must keep to themself. Though they have no care for their father, their kingdom could be thrown into an uproar if it was made public that they were born from a trickster.

🍂 What are their opinions on the different seasons? Which one do they hate and which one do they love and why?

Galin hates summer and loves spring. They don't mind fall, and their neutral on winter. Galin gets really hot and sticky in the summer, they just don't like it.. But spring has such pretty flowers!

🦋 If your OC could change everything (or just something) about their life would they? What would they change? What do they think would happen if they did? What would their loved ones think?

They wouldn't have accepted that letter, honestly. But Galin is a person of no regrets. They wouldn't actually change anything if given the chance, because they made their choice. They chose this path, they MUST live with that.

💐 Does your OC like flowers? What are their favourites? Do they keep a garden of some sort? What flowers would they use in a flower crown? (and if you like, research the meanings behind those flowers!)

Galin looooves flowers. Always asks Khris to grow some for them to keep in a vase in the kitchen. Globe amaranth(immortal love & unchangeable), amaryllis(determination), and magnolia(perseverance) are their favourites.

🌼 Write a short drabble from your OCs POV meeting their LI (or if they don’t have a love interest, their best friend. If you don’t want to do a drabble, describe their first meeting instead!)

Violet eyes scanned the people around them as they spoke, their own tongue pressed flat against the roof of their mouth. They were being led through the dark woods by the person in the black cloak. They'd overheard the person in yellow was named Khristine, and the one in green was named Sasha.

The man in the blue cloak slowed, his pace matching theirs towards the back of the group. "Kisa." He introduced himself in a quiet tone, a small smile on his handsome features. Galin wet their lips as they returned the smile, nervous.

"Galin! Nice to meet you."

Kisa gave a nod, his tail swished absentmindedly behind him as they walked through the snow after the others. "Are you cold?" He asked, noting the way they shook. Galin chuckled, sheepishly rubbing the back of their neck.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Sort of, yeah." Kisa pulled the violet cloak off, tossing it at them. Galin quickly caught it, cursing quietly under their breath as they nearly dropped it. The felisine smirked and Galin rolled their eyes, pulling the cloak over their red one.

"Thank you."

"Mhm."

🥀 Has your OC ever been hurt by someone they love? Ever been betrayed? Abused? Attacked? Give me the angst! (if you’d like, write a short drabble about it!)

They were more emotionally used by their dad than anything else, so like they've forgiven him for it. Beyond that, nobody they love have ever really attacked them? (Yet) so meh. No betrayals yet. Random people? Sure! But nobody they care for.

🏞️ If your OC could travel to anywhere in their world where would they go? Why? If they could live there would they?

Everywhere. Just everywhere.

🏡 Describe your OCs ideal house! Give us a tour around! What’s their garden like? Their bedroom? Kitchen? Where is it and how many people live there?

Big garden with lots of flowers, a fancy kitchen with a chef since they suck ass at cooking, and a room for all their friends! And anybody else who may need a place to stay.

🔪 Has your OC ever killed someone? Ever had to defend themselves against violence? How did this make them feel? Or, alternatively, has your OC ever attacked someone? Seen someone die?

They have. they don't enjoy it, but sometimes, some things must be done. It makes them sad, but they have to. They enjoy watching others die even less, at least the other ones they were involved in rather than failed to prevent something.

💎 Does your OC collect anything? Is there a reason? When did they start and is it beginning to turn into a little bit of a hoarding issue? What do they do with their collection?

Souvenirs from their travels lol, sooo many on shelves in their room.

📚 If your OC was given some kind of forbiddon knowledge, what would they do with it? Would they tell anyone? Use it for evil or good? How would it change their outlook on life, if at all?

Lock that shit away, none of their business.

🌗 Early mornings or late nights? What do they spend their time doing during these hours?

Late nights. All of Razvedka are night owls, except Inessa. Usually working, sometimes bullying Kisa.

👑 If your OC was made royal (or is royal) how would they use their power? Are they a good leader or bad? Do their subjects like them or is it ‘off with their head’? Do they enjoy being royal?

I think Galin would have been a good ruler, but they don't want to be. The priests didn't really like them, but their subjects did! Anyways, too bad. They hated being royal.

💕 How is your OC like with physical affection? What are their boundaries? Do they enjoy being touched or is that a no-go? Is there any reason behind this?

LOVES PHYSICAL AFFECTION. It is their #1 love language.

☁️ What’s something your OC wishes they could forget? Why is this? Or, what is something that your OC has forgotten? (or do both!)

Nothing, like the other question about change. This is their life, they don't want to change or forget it.

👀 Describe your OC through the eyes of another person! (bonus + specify who)

Loud and endearing. I'm lazy sorry

❓ A random fact or short drabble! Or make up your own question to ask the OC!

Galin HATES pants.. Always wearing shorts with thigh high socks instead. Yes that little bit of visible skin is FREEZING in Russia, no, they won't put pants on fuck you.

#☾*✲⋆. essence of myrrh #from the fate ; rowan #༺☆༻ Amant Éternel #⋆｡°✩ Galin

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prxttylittle · 8 months

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❝ i don’t love you, okay? i never did. i never will. ❞, ❝ i think we should see other people. ❞, ❝ i’m sorry. ❞

I don’t love you, okay? I never did. I never will.

For the 100th time, Prince’s finger slammed the doorbell. It was going to break soon, but he knew Luna was home. Her car was here and several lights were switched on. She was ignoring him on purpose. He couldn’t say he didn’t understand. He really fucked up this time. He told her he didn’t love her, this was just sex and to add fuel to the fire he basically ignored her at Matt’s party last night and made a big show of talking to Sky instead. He rang the bell again and slammed his fist against the door. Finally, it flung open. Cass stood there, looking angrier than he’d ever seen her. In fact, he was never sure she could emote anger. Clearly she could. “She doesn’t want to see you Prince! Take a hint.” Prince did not take a hint. What he did take was the opportunity of an open door by pushing it further open and getting past Cassie. “Where is she?” Cassie yet again insisted he needed to leave. He ignored her. She was never going to be of any kind of help to him anyway. He found Luna in the living room. He couldn’t tell if she looked upset or angry, or maybe both. Either way whatever emotion it was was his fault.“You’re ignoring me.” He pointed out and the look she gave him in response really made him realise how much he fucked up this time. Cass was hovering like an irritating bug behind him, telling Luna to stick to her guns and trying to tell Prince to leave. “Jesus can you at least call off your fucking watch dog?” She didn’t tell Cass to go away, but she did tell Prince to and stood up to walk away from him. As she walked past him he grabbed her hand. He was starting to feel a little desperate and he didn’t like it. “This is a bit of an overreaction even for you.” Luna didn’t look at him. Instead she looked at Cassie. Everyone in their group wondered if these two could read each others minds and they confirmed it when Cassie finally left despite Luna not saying anything. About time, he thought. He was still holding her hand. Was this a good sign? He put his other hand up, brushing her hair behind her ear. This was always his way of apologising. He never used the word ‘sorry’ or admitted what he did wrong. He would show up, and be gentle to show how he felt instead of saying it. It worked every other time. This time however Luna shook free of his grasp and he brought his hands back to himself. He didn’t say anything, expecting her to. Instead she looked at him with these big sad eyes that were almost completely clouded by the anger on her face. He rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell, do you have to be so dramatic?” He wasn’t the most graceful person that was for sure. He stepped closer to her but she stepped away. Prince was confused. Normally their fights led to make up sex but that didn’t seem to be in the cards tonight.

“Prince. I don’t love you, okay?” Prince scoffed but she didn’t let him speak. “I never did. I never will.”

Prince was a little bit lost for words. Every time feelings came up between them he always imagined he’d prefer to hear her say something like this. He was only now realising he preferred hearing her say she loved him, despite arguing with her every time she did. He wouldn’t say it out loud, mostly because he didn’t understand what he was feeling in reaction to her words, but there was definitely a sting there after hearing that. Prince could leave now and they could call quits on this whole thing. That would be too easy though wouldn’t it? He didn’t even believe Luna expected him to do that. So despite how he was feeling, he shrugged. “I don’t care.” That was a lie but he was trying to be casual. “I never expected you to love me. There’s nothing to love, really. Doesn’t mean we have to stop this, does it?” His tone was more of a whisper now and he stepped back into her space, wrapping his hand around hers. He lifted her hand to his lips and grazed a gentle kiss over her knuckles. He smirked, looking right into her eyes. He lifted her hand more, to his shoulder so it could fall there, his arm wrapping around her waist so they were closer together now, face to face. His lips went to hers, but he just gave her a peck. “If you don’t love me, it’s just sex right?” Last week she got annoyed with him for saying that but if she was saying she didn’t love him, surely he wouldn’t get in trouble this time right?

I think we should see other people.

Prince let out an exasperated sigh. He and Luna had been going at this for what felt like an eternity. They were having the same argument going around in loops, mostly about his inability to talk about his feelings, both parties thinking they were correct and both refusing to back down. Prince was tired. He was actually about to suggest they drop it and he go home, mostly to avoid reigniting the fight, but just as he went to speak Luna made a suggestion of her own. “I think we should see other people.” Prince simply blinked at her. It was as though she said it in her native tongue because he was struggling to understand what she said. He sat back and thought about it. Did he want to see other people? No. He hadn’t even looked at another girl since him and Luna started this thing up, even at the start when he did truly hate her and kept thinking ‘this time’ was the last time. They were a bit past that now though. It was a thing now. Thinking about it, he realised her idea pissed him off. The fight they’ve been having all day never once made him think he’d be better off with someone else.

“You can see whoever the fuck you want to, Luna.” He wondered if she already had someone in mind and that was why she made the suggestion. Well if that thought didn’t near drive him into a blind rage. “I’m not stopping you.” He stood up. It was definitely time to leave now.

Prince showed no interest in other girls. He practically became best friends with Nick to get any scoop he could which Nick would have gotten from Cassie because she couldn’t keep a secret. Nick was better at secret keeping but he swore blind he knew nothing about Luna. Days went by with Prince and Luna not speaking. Those days turned to a week and soon that week turned into two weeks. He hadn’t even seen her when he would hang out at Matt’s. He was hoping he would, secretly. Simply just seeing each other after a fight was normally their turning point to make up. Prince wanted to see her. He wanted to make up, even if he wouldn’t admit it aloud. Opportunity presented itself when Nick asked Cassie one night if she thought Luna would collect her, since he smoked more than he intended. Prince was dead sober and offered to drop Cassie home. He could tell she didn’t want him to but Nick insisted it was a fine idea and far be it for Cassie to argue with him. The car ride was awkward because, well, Prince and Cassie weren’t friends. Neither of them even knew how to make small talk with each other so they didn’t. Cassie was the one to eventually break the silence. “I know this is just your excuse to see her. But if you’re not serious about her Prince, leave her alone. Why shouldn’t she see other people? She deserves someone who’s going to love her, because she’s amazing and she’s worth loving. She doesn’t deserve your crap.” Prince scoffed because Cassie just didn’t understand. They pulled onto the street of the girls place and Prince hadn’t spoken since Cassies little lecture. “Is she actually seeing someone?” He was that embarrassed about his question that it came out in a quiet tone that made it twice as embarrassing as asking in the first place. Cassie didn’t answer. Prince decided to take that as a no and as they pulled into the drive he also got out of the car, much to Cassies irritation.

“This is not my fault.” Cassie motioned towards Prince trailing behind her. He knew Luna was confused because Prince hadn’t yet showed his face to Luna, but as he strolled into the kitchen he watched her face go from confusion to irritation. He wondered if that meant they would argue. That would at least be more normal than the not speaking the last few weeks. He almost smiled when Luna demanded to know why he was here.

“Nick asked me to drop Cass off. Just making sure she gets in okay.” His voice was dripping in sarcasm, proven by Cassies scoff and her insistence that Prince wouldn’t care if she dropped dead. Princes eyes didn’t leave Lunas once though. He could barely even tell Cassie was still in the room nor did he notice her leaving. He just felt that suddenly him and Luna were alone. He did look around to confirm because he sometimes felt like they were alone even in a crowd of people. Prince made a bold move and walked over to Luna. She was leaning against the counter so he rested his hands on either side of it, practically wrapping around her from behind. For some reason, she let him when he pressed his lips to her neck. Her daze didn’t last very long when she pulled away from him and moved his hands so she could get out of his grasp. Prince didn’t need pushing, if she wanted away from him he wouldn’t stop her, and took two steps back. “This is so fucking stupid Luna. You’ve made your point.” He sighed. He should have saved his exasperation though because she began ranting and raving about their last fight and how she stood by what she said.

“What?” He snapped, annoyed now. “About seeing other people? Fuck that. I’m not going to go near anyone else.” He walked back over to her. They were now both annoyed at the other being annoyed, funnily enough. “I don’t want anyone else.” Bravely, he kissed her. When it felt like she was letting him, or more that she wanted him to, he placed one hand on the small of her back to pull her closer and the other under her jaw. He smirked and pulled his head back. “You really need to see other people to feel like this?” His lips went to her ear to whisper. “I know I don’t. It’s only you.” They kissed again, slower this time, softer. And because Prince is Prince, he dropped both his hands and despite being amused by the back and forth, he completely removed himself from her personal bubble. “Think about it.” And then he left.

“I’m sorry.”

Love was a funny old thing. One day Luna and Prince were just fuck buddies who hated each other and were so mortified about continuously going back to each other that they would leave as fast as possible. Now, they wanted to know every thing about each other and spend every waking moment of their free time together. “I don’t have a dating life.” Prince retorted when asked. “You’re the only person I’ve ever-“ he didn’t finish his sentence because he still found it difficult to admit he had feelings. She seemed to take him up wrong and thought he was talking about sex and considering she knew him for a while before they got together she knew that wasn’t true. He chuckled lowly when she said as much. “No you’re not the only girl I’ve shagged.” He confirmed with a smirk. “You’re basically the only one I’ve dated.” He hated that word, visibly cringing as he said it. Dated. It felt so American. He didn’t know how else to label it. He was in love with her, sure, but the boyfriend girlfriend thing wasn’t a regular conversation for them, more of a regular fight. So they limited themselves on bringing that up. Luna decided to dig deep with her curiosity asking about his first time. Prince chuckled again, because thinking about it felt so silly. “It was in her bedroom when her parents weren’t home and I’ve watched music videos that lasted longer. Happy now?” He groaned when she asked who the girl was. “Stacey.” He confirmed, when asked if she knew the girl. He was so embarrassed that he slept with her but also afraid of Lunas reaction. After that it was awkward for reasons Prince could barely understand.

The next day Prince texted her but got no response. He didn’t think much of it as he had a busy day anyway with work and schoolwork and driving Pandora from one place to the next. By the end of the day, she still hadn’t replied so he sent her a Snapchat. He struggled to fall asleep, constantly checking if she replied and if his phone had accidentally been turned on to do not disturb. She opened his messages and still no reply. He wracked his brain to try figure out why she was ignoring him but he couldn’t think of anything. That conversation about Stacey occurred to him but he couldn’t actually believe that was reason enough for her to go ghost. She’d told him the story of her losing her virginity too and he didn’t care. Why would she? It had to be something else. He just couldn’t think of what and no doubt it pissed him off that he had turned into this person checking his phone dying for a text back. A few days later at school Prince very dramatically threw himself down on the seat next to Luna at lunch. She didn’t even look at him, despite the weird glance he got from Valerie and Matt. He was going to make her look at him though. He glared at the pair sitting across from Luna as a kind of silent way of telling them to mind their own business, then he leaned in super close to Luna. “I’m not invisible. I know you can see me.” She finally looked at him and he nearly punched the air in triumph. A look. At least it was something. He was about to start questioning her when Nick decided this moment to have the worst timing ever when he and Cassie arrived with none other than Stacey. Nick sat down next to Prince, Cassie next to Luna and Stacey across from Prince, because of course. Princes body was already fully turned in the direction of Luna anyway so he didn’t even spare Stacey a glance even when she greeted him. He did spot Cassie looking between Luna, Prince and Stacey. He furrowed his eyebrows. Was Stacey really the reason Luna wasn’t speaking to him? Why would Cassie have given them all that look if Luna hadn’t spoken to her about it? He rolled his eyes and leaned in to her. “Is this why you’re fucking blanking me? Really?” He was whispering because nobody needed to hear them half-arguing. She’d gone back to not looking at him, probably because he got distracted by the others arriving. Definitely didn’t help his case that he looked up and away from Luna upon Stacey’s arrival but in his defence he didn’t know she was there before he looked, it had been Nicks voice that made him glance over. He grabbed a hold of her hand, a big deal when they were in school with all their friends considering he was normally very private about all of that. “This silent treatment is pissing me off. At least tell me what the fuck I did.” And what he did was sitting across from them and decided to interject herself, teasingly asking what the two of them were whispering about. “Fuck off Stacey.” Prince snapped. It was if she knew she was what they were fighting over and wanted to make it worse on purpose. Him interacting with her was apparently the last straw for Luna who got up and left. Prince sighed and rolled his eyes. “Trouble in paradise?” Stacey smirked and Prince didn’t even look at her. He caught up with Luna at her locker.

“I think I used the wrong words, when we talked last week.” Prince was mortified. “You’re not just the only girl I’ve ‘dated.’” He could see her attitude was about to get worse. “You’re the only person I’ve ever had feelings for. And you’re the only one I ever lied to about it being just sex. If we had this four years ago then there’d be no other girls at all in my past.” He placed his hand under her chin to make her look at him. “You ignoring me has made me feel like fucking shit, just so you know.” He cleared his throat and announced he was done sharing now. It was getting to be a bit much for him. He went to drop his hand but hers covered his so he kept it there, his thumb looping through one of her fingers. He kissed her. “I’m sorry.” She said as he pulled away and he shrugged, as if he hadn’t spent the last few days losing his mind trying to figure out what he did wrong this time. “We’re good.” He confirmed and kissed her again. Besides maybe Luna was right to ignore him, the universe should have punished him a long time ago for ever even getting into bed with the worst person he knows.

#I had to post this from my phone so idk how bad it looks sorry not sorry #hopefully I can edit it on my laptop #but anyway #these have been sitting in my drafts for so long I can’t stand to look at them anymore #the theme of this meme collective is Prince is annoyed Luna won’t talk to him #talk about obsessed #and he’s trying to say he’s NOT obsessed with her??!!#{ v ;; the princess and the moon.#beencaughts #memed

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