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Under the same moon.
✧ summary: where it's your birthday and your boyfriend is on a mission far from home.
✧ cw: female reader x leon kennedy (re4r), fluff, just him being a cutie pie and the boyfiest boyfie ever (◕ᴗ◕✿
✧ wc: 1387
a/n: I'M SCARED, this is my first time writing something COMPLETELY in english so... if something looks kinda silly forgive me 😞 english is not my first language but feel free to give me feedback!
my birthday was two days ago and i kinda want it to write something so, if someone is reading this on their birthday, happy birthday!!! 🤲🏻
11:45 PM. You were pacing around your apartment. Brushing your teeth, doing your skin care routine, pulling out the softest cotton sheets you have at your disposal.
You looked at the calendar that sat on the nightstand next to your bed, your eyes drifting towards the next day's date. Your birthday.
You weren't that excited, the printed number that indicated your day of birth wasn't marked with a red marker that circled it. The date Leon would return was.
Originally, your boyfriend's absence wouldn't interfere with your birthday. He would be with you on your special day. But you thought back to the call you had with him a few days ago, with him trying to get a signal to tell you that he couldn't make it on time and that he was really sorry.
You understand. It doesn't bother you, but you wish he was by your side now.
His job was complicated, and he explained that he couldn't tell you much from it. As far as you know, he's in Spain, rescuing someone. You don't know who, but it must be someone important.
11:55 PM. Five minutes to midnight. Five minutes until another return to the sun happens for you.
You laid down on your bed, covered by the sheets that hugged your body. You took the pillow that Leon usually uses and wrapped both arms around it, seeking comfort to avoid missing him so much.
Tomorrow would be just another day. Sure, your friends will congratulate you, you will receive calls from your family at extremely early hours of the morning, and you will repeat "thank you, I appreciate it" like a broken recorder for each call and message.
Gifts don't matter, much less a cake, or a party. The only thing you want is for the love of your life to return soon and you can be together.
Rolling between thoughts, you were able to fall asleep.
12:00 PM. Finally your birthday.
Your cellphone vibrated with every message that one of your friends or your family sent you congratulations. The light from the device breaks into your not-so-deep sleep, since not even ten minutes had passed since you closed your eyes.
Sheet off you, you stopped hugging the pillow and with a soft grunt reached for your phone, checking notifications with squinted eyes.
You lowered the brightness of your cell phone because of that annoying burning in your eyes and now with more comfort, you wandered around the notifications you had, until one caught your attention completely.
Leon ♡: "Happy birthday, baby. I love you so much."
A smile began to form on your face, and without hesitation you unlocked your cell phone to answer him.
Thanks, Lee :( I miss you and I love you
You weren't expecting a response, after all, he must be busy, right? In Spain it must have been your birthday hours ago, but he still bothered to wait for it to come where you are.
Leon ♡: I miss you too, how have you been?
You didn't think he would have time to respond, but you also didn't want to spend three days without hearing from him, so you took advantage of the opportunity.
I've been fine... I haven't done much, just work and back home :( how about you?
Leon ♡: Tired, but all good. Missing you most of all the time. Tell me, have you done anything interesting?
Does missing you count? :[
Leon ♡: Yeah, it counts, sweet thing. I want to tell you something, okay? But let me call you first.
The fact that he was going to call you made you feel good, he may not be with you on your birthday and he is supposed to arrive days later, but one call is enough to lift your spirits.
You were going to answer but your screen lit up with your boyfriend's contact name and the buttons to answer or hang up the call. You pressed the green button and put it on speaker, placing your phone on your chest with a smile. "Hi..."
"Hello, birthday girl." His voice... You could spend hours listening to him speak, even if he was talking about the most boring topic in the world, you would pay attention from start to finish. "How's my baby doing?"
You giggled, there really wasn't much to say, your birthday had started less than an hour ago, "No crazy, exciting party... My friends have congratulated me, as has my family. My parents must be asleep at this time, so I guess when they wake up they'll call me."
"Yeah, they must be resting at this time, huh. You should, too. It's only because of your birthday that you stay up so late." He answered and you could hear his smirk over the phone, making you blush slightly.
"Of course not... I can sleep late whenever I want." And even if you wanted to, you know it's not possible. Once you get home from work and settle into your boyfriend's arms to sleep, you fall deeply into the arms of Morpheus. It's hard not to sleep well when you have a giant boyfriend pillow. "I can't sleep without you here."
"I know, baby, I know... I can't sleep without my sweet girl hugging me like a damn teddy bear." He chuckled and you did it too. Both of you fell into a small silence, it wasn't awkward, it was comforting. "Hey, baby?" He began, as you settled into the sheets.
"Mhm?" You asked, as you looked at the moon through your bedroom window. Her brilliance seeped in and was strong and radiant.
Watching the moon always gave you a certain comfort, knowing that no matter where Leon is, both of you will always be under the same moon and firmament of stars.
A laugh came through the speaker of your cell phone, the same laugh that makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. "Did you see how beautiful the moon is?"
You smiled, humming a small "mhm" in response, before adding, "Yeah... It's full and very pretty. I wish you were here to watch it together."
Leon let out a small sigh, "Yeah, me too, what if you ask the moon for that?" You chuckled this time. It was a silly thing to do, but, why not?
"Like a birthday wish? But if you know it then it won't come true." Leon could hear the pout in your voice, and he smiled to himself. "Maybe there will be an exception this time." He murmured. "Come on, babe. Do it."
With your eyes closed, you let out a sigh, wishing with all your being that Leon could be by your side as soon as possible, and after a few seconds, you heard him speak, "Did you do it?"
"Yeah, I did... Time to wait I guess." Your gaze met that radiant crater that was seen in its maximum splendor, until something began to click in your head.
"Did you see how beautiful the moon is?" There is supposed to be approximately six hours between your location and Spain, so it was impossible for Leon to see the moon shining in its entirety, but you tried not to give too much thought to the matter, since the moon can also be seen during the day, although at lower exposure.
But if he talked about the moon... And how big it looked... That could mean that maybe he...
"The stars look very bright too." He added after.
"But, you know what I think is more bright?" He began, while his footsteps were heard on the cement, signaling that he had begun to walk.
Until he stopped.
"The brightest thing I'm going to see is your face when you look out the window."
That made you get up from your bed, phone in hand while with clumsy steps thanks to the sheets rolled up between your legs, you reached the window and realized everything.
He is here.
And when he saw that look light up on your face, he knew that the moon was nothing compared to how radiant you looked. "Hey, birthday girl."
It seems like the moon was the perfect alibi for Leon to sneak in and surprise you.
Or simply the moon heard your wishes, and fulfilled them on your special day.
a/n: OKAY... I'M STILL NERVOUS I PUT THIS ON THREE DIFFERENT GRAMMAR CHECKERS BUT I'M STILL AFRAID i suck at writing tbh but this idea was scratching my brain and i thought Hmm why not SO!!! i hope y'all like it :] i appreciate likes and reblogs annnnnd comments i love comments!!! feel free to give me tips to be better at writing or something THAT'S ALL BYE-BYE 🤲🏻
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The Injured List
Batter Up Chapter 4
Pairing: Baseball player Joel Miller x Female Reader
Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI)
Summary: Joel's just a baseball player and his back is killing him, good thing he has you to take care of him.
Warnings: smut, Joel gets injured and can barely move, you masturbate and Joel watches, cum swallowing, you ride Joel's fingers.
Words: 3,500
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“And I don’t know folks, doesn’t look good for Joel Miller,” the announcer intones, but his words disappear, all you can focus on is the image on your screen. Tears begin to stream down your face as you watch Joel writhe in pain on the dirt. This can’t be happening, you’re literally packing your bag for the flight home to Texas in a few hours. He has the All Star Game in two days, and right now he’s sitting on the ground shaking his head and grimacing as his manager, teammates and trainer surround him, their faces all shrouded in concern. The shirt you were folding drops out of your hand as you walk closer to the television, as if being next to the broadcast will change the outcome.
“Come on baby, come on,” you chant to yourself, nervously bouncing in place. You have nobody to talk to about your worry, except the man currently being helped up off the field by his trainer and coach. He looks pissed as he hobbles to the cart, you swallow hard realizing how angry and destroyed he looks. There goes the All Star Game, there goes his swan song of returning back to his hometown and old home field during what should be his final year of playing.
Your heart shatters for him, for you, for his career. You don’t know what to do with yourself, so you still pack you bag. You text Joel that’s you’re leaving now.
“What a shame. Miller’s out…” Your dad texts you later that night. Little does he know you’re reading his text as you take the elevator up to Miller’s apartment.
The sound of Joel’s keys in the lock startles you out of your daze, you jump from the couch, hopping over the ottoman to meet him at the door.
He looks haggard and tired.
“Hey sweetheart,” he smiles, his face looking less defeated at the sight of you. “You didn’t have to come here, m’sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I wanted to be here,” you delicately wrap your arms around his neck, rising up on your tip toes and giving him a kiss before grabbing his bag from his hands. “I couldn’t not be.”
It’s the first time you’ve been together in over two weeks, this is absolutely not the scenario you were expecting. Usually the first time you see each other after long stretches of time your first stop is the bedroom, both of you excited to touch each other and get all of your long distance frustrations out in bed. Tonight, it’s different, the first stop is the bedroom, but the only thing on your mind is taking care of him.
“I appreciate it baby, you’re too good.”
“I know I am. Now, come on, I got the bed all set up for you.”
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“Well, I better get used to this damn room for the next week,” he grumbles limping into his room.
“Good thing I already have the next week off so I can keep you company.”
“You can still go home, ya’ know?” Joel plunks down on the edge of his bed. "Don't want you missing the game and your family on account of me."
“And leave my injured boyfriend all alone? What am I a monster?” You kneel down in front of him, unlacing his shoes and pulling each one off.
“No, just feel bad you have to give up your vacation to take care of me,” his voice is soft as he grabs your chin and pets your cheek.
“Listen,” you climb up his legs, placing your hands on his thighs, “I get a week of you stuck in bed, that’s better than a beachfront villa in Tahiti. Plus, I refuse to let a nurse or anyone else help you get undressed and bathe.” You untie the ties of his joggers. “Now, let’s get you in bed and I’ll take care of you.”
You hold out your hands to help him stand, he takes them and rises with your assistance, grimacing as his back moves.
“Should we ice it, or is the heating pad good for now?”
“Heat’s fine,” he croaks.
“You alright?”
“I’m fine, just really fuckin’ hurts.”
“Here, I’ll help with your clothes, do you want sleep shorts and a shirt?”
“No, just a pair of underwear’s fine.”
“Right,” you turn and head for his closet to grab a new pair.
“Hold up, just… I’ll get it.”
“Why?” You turn around, shrugging your shoulders. “You can hardly move.”
“Just, don’t do any digging, okay?”
“…..Okay, I’ll grab the first pair I see then,” you angle your eyebrows at him.
“Thank you.”
“Mmhmm,” you say as you turn and walk into his closet.
“Damnit.” You hear him groan from the other room as you open his underwear drawer.
“Don’t do anything I can help you with!” You shout grabbing the top pair of boxer briefs fighting the urge to look through the drawer.
Joel Miller is always cool, always put together. You don’t think there’s ever been a day that he’s looked pathetic, up until today and the sight that greets you when you walk out of his closet.
“This sucks,” he miserably huffs, standing by the bed, his pants halfway down his legs, the hem of his shirt rumpled up around his chest.
“Oh baby,” you giggle. “See, how could I leave you in this state?”
You kiss his cheek and bend down in front of him, grabbing the waistband of his pants and pulling them down. “Step out,” you instruct, looking to find he’s staring down at you, his eyes hooded, the same look he gives you in bed. “Don’t get any ideas Mr. Miller you can hardly move.”
“Could probably move enough.”
“Bullshit, it’s not happening tonight Joel,” you stand. “Trust me, I want it too, but it’s not happening. Now, let’s get your shirt taken care of. Can you raise your hands for me?”
He nods and raises his arms, trying to disguise his frown.
You lift the hem of his shirt gently rolling it up his chest while trying to ignore the fact that he’s now almost fully naked in front of you.
“You know,” he says as you slowly roll his shirt up his head and outstretched arms. “Just because I’m out of commission doesn’t mean you have to be.”
“Joel,” you breathe out placing his shirt on your shoulders. “Stop.”
“I missed you— ’n your body, if I can’t have it, at least lemme look at it.”
“We’ll see,” you bite your bottom lip, the angel on your shoulder is telling you the best thing for him to do right now is rest and sleep, the devil on your shoulder that looks like your handsome boyfriend is telling you to let him watch you get off. “Hate to say this now, but I have to take your underwear off.”
You kneel down in front of him, thinking how stupid you are that you’re now face level with his crotch… and he’s already half hard.
“Fuck, this sucks,” he tips his head back exasperating as you grab his waistband and begin to pull his boxer briefs down.
“I know it does,” you whisper your mouth beginning to salivate as you expose his half hard cock, it feels like you’re unwrapping a forbidden present, "but I’m here to take care of you baby.”
“You can’t call me baby,” he sighs, “when you’re... down there.”
Joel’s underwear pools at his feet, you stare straight forward at his half hard cock, your mouth dropping open at the sight.
“I’m also going through things too,” you whisper as you tap on his legs so he can step out of the fabric at his feet. “I gotta put your underwear on.”
“Mm,” Joel lifts a leg as you pull his underwear up, your hands forced to feel the skin of his legs, the hair is soft against your touch.
“Christ, can feel your breaths against me, you gotta stop,” he whines.
You hold your breath as you pull the black fabric up over his crotch, finally hiding the temptation.
You stand back up, focusing on getting Joel ready for bed, the stick of your soaked underwear against your skin getting harder to ignore.
You spread the heating pad out on his side of the bed, bending over to plug it into the socket behind his bedside table.
“You look so good bent over like that, hate my goddamn back,” he bitterly mutters.
“Can’t stop you, can I?” You chuckle. “I’m just glad you were able to shower at the ballpark.”
“I’m not,” he huffs out sitting on the edge of his bed gingerly twisting and lifting his legs up, resting his back against the wall of pillows you’ve placed against the headboard.
“You good?” You hand him the remote control and the heating pad controller.
“Yeah, m’fine, thanks.”
“Need anything?”
“No, just want to feel you in bed with me.”
“I know, just have a few things to do first.”
You gather Joel’s dirty clothes in your hand, depositing them in the hamper inside his closet. Your eyes glance over at his underwear drawer, why does he want you out of it? You know it’s not a ring, it’s too early, he knows that. It could just be nothing at all… you let the wonder escape your brain with a shake of your head. No need to worry about it right now.
You take your clothes off, sighing internally at how wet your underwear is with your arousal.
“Where’s the sleep shirt you’ve been keeping for me?” You peek out of his closet.
“It’s already in my suitcase on the floor.”
You nod. “Thanks.”
“You naked in there?”
You roll your eyes at his question. “Yes.”
“Lemme see.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you unzip his suitcase, finding the shirt folded right at the top, as if he couldn’t wait to give it to you as much as you couldn’t wait to receive it.
“Please baby, it’s been a long fucking day and an even longer two weeks.”
“Fine,” you walk out of his closet, the only piece of clothing is his shirt in your hands. Joel’s eyes darken as you walk over to the bed. “Happy?”
“Thank you,” his eyes roam your body. “Missed you pretty girl.”
“Missed you too,” you blush.
“Come lay next to me, it just hit me how little I’ve gotten to touch you.”
“I should probably get our phones from the living room, just in case."
“Please don’t, it’s all a bunch of texts and articles I don’t want to deal with right now, I just want to be with you right now.”
The frustration in his voice makes you climb in bed and lay next to Joel, carefully placing your head on his chest.
“This okay?”
“Of course it is. Wish I could wrap my arms around you and hold you close, fuck, you feel so good.” His hand comes up to your face, rubbing his thumb against your chin and lips. “God damnit, this really sucks.”
“I know, but I’m happy doing this too.” You grab his hand away from your face. “Can’t believe I never asked you, what does this mean?” You trace the three circles on Joel’s hand.
“Had a bullseye board my dad used to use for hunting practice, would put it out in the field behind my house, my brother and I would spend hours trying to hit the ball off the tee and have it hit the target. Went ‘n got this the night after I won Rookie of the Year.”
“Cute,” you bring his hand up to kiss the tattoo. “I remember that banquet, I thought you were so hot. God, I thought that since I was eighteen maybe you’d talk to me because I was older. Ridiculous.”
“Dark blue dress, your hair was pulled back ’n you had a gold headband.”
You audibly gasp, dropping his hand out of yours, his palm thudding against his chest.
“Yeah… yeah, that’s— wow, that’s what I was wearing.”
“I know, and I would’ve talked to you if your dad wasn’t the one signing my checks or holding my future in his hands. I remember talking to your mom, and you were right behind her, you looked so beautiful it was hard for me to pay attention to her.”
“I remember that, I loved listening to you talk. God, I can’t believe we’re here. Look at us now.”
“Look at us now,” his low chuckle vibrates against your head. “Speaking of looking, I’d really like to look at you.”
“You have been Joel.”
“No, I want to look at you, please, I’m gonna keep pulling the injured card, but let me watch you touch yourself.”
“Joel… I don’t think that’s doctor’s orders.” You want to touch yourself, you're so wet, just from being near him.
“Please, darling, it’ll make this day not totally suck.”
“Ugh, I can’t argue with that. Joel Miller wins again. Where do you want me?”
“At the foot in front of me, wanna see all of you.”
Your body thrums as you climb down his bed. You love how excited you are to touch your pussy for him, he adores your body, worships it.
“Spread your legs for me, wide, want to see your pussy drool all over my sheets.”
You sit up and face Joel, leaning back on an outstretched arm opening your thighs wide, your naked body lit by the soft glow of the lamp on Joel’s bedside table.
“Fuck baby girl, look at that, can see how wet you are, you’re absolutely fucking soaked.”
You can see how his cock is hardening underneath his boxer briefs. It drives you even crazier.
“Rub your pussy for me,” his eyes burn into yours, the timbre of his voice urging you forward.
Your hand snakes down your torso, dipping in between your folds, a moan leaves your lips feeling how wet you are, Joel groans as you begin to touch yourself.
You do this all the time for him on FaceTime, but you’ve never done this in person, your leg draping over his, your arousal dripping onto his sheets. You love how you can see the way his eyebrows wrinkle as his big eyes dart from your eyes to your pussy and back.
“That’s it baby, you look so fucking amazing.”
You can’t believe your luck, both good and bad. Good luck that you’re close enough to watch Joel grow harder as he watches you fuck yourself. Bad luck that Joel can’t be the one fucking you.
“Stick a finger in, lemme see it,” his hand dropping down to grip his bulge. “Not gonna do anything, pressure’s just helpin’ me.”
“You okay?” You ask, your finger paused at your entrance.
“Course I am sweetheart,” he smiles, “I’ll be just fine. This is good, real good. Stick it in for me.”
You raise your hips to meet your finger and begin pumping it in and out of you, your palm resting against your clit. You focus on Joel’s thick fingers forming around his sheathed hard cock, you stick another finger in to try to stretch yourself the way he stretches you.. It’s nothing compared to him.
“Greedy girl,” he growls, his fist tightening around his bulge. “Fuck, you’re so hot. Thank you for doing this for me.”
You want to give Joel a show, he deserves it.
“Joel,” you whimper sticking a third finger in. “You always feel so good in me, love it when you fuck me.”
“Yeah?” He breathes. “Love how you squeeze me, you squeezin’ your fingers for me?”
“Mmhmm,” you moan, your legs beginning to shake as you fuck yourself harder, your palm knocking against your clit. Your heavy breathing and the sound of your fingers shoving in and out of your hole growing louder and faster bringing yourself closer to your climax.
“That’s a good girl, missed you so much, missed that sweet pussy of yours. Can see you getting close, you close for me?”
You nod as an idea pops into your head. You scoot yourself forward, your cunt now right in front of his free hand resting on his thigh.
“Touch me, just, stick your fingers in, don’t move them, let me do the work?”
“Fuck. Yeah? Okay baby,” he sounds practically giddy at your suggestion. “How many?”
“Three, I need to feel you,” you order as you kneel on your knees hovering over his hand.
He nods, his face with a serious, determined expression as he sticks his fingers up for you.
You lower your pussy on them. Fuck. His fingers are so fucking thick, opening your cunt even wider as you sit on them. Joel lets out a long, low groan as you bury his fingers inside of you.
“Baby, oh god, you’re fucking soaked for me. Jesus, you feel so fucking silky and soft. Fuckin’ squeezing me so hard.”
You begin to rub circles around your clit, bringing your other hand to cup your breast as you begin to ride his hand. The feel of his skin against yours, the way his eyes bore into you as you slide your cunt up and down his thick digits, the guttural gasp he lets out as you squeeze his fingers tight chanting how much you wish his fingers were his cock edge you even closer.
His head thuds against the pillow as you grind harder against him, your wet dripping down against his knuckles. His hand still grips his cock, you place your hand on top of his, tracing the tattoo with a finger, the same circles you draw over your clit. He stares at his hand, his brows furrowing as he watches you trace the ink on his skin.
You move your hips on him as he stays still, he’s being so good to you, knowing you’ll worry about his back if he oversteps his boundaries.
“Feel so good when you touch me,” he whispers, his hand clenching and unclenching around his length. “Just a fuckin’ finger on my hand and it’s driving me crazy.”
You love him so much, you know today has been hell for him, you’ll deal with that later, right now all you want to do is let him forget about everything using your naked body as a distraction.
You can feel your orgasm beginning to peak, your cunt clamping around his fingers. You’re close, so fucking close.
“Oh, babygirl, you’re going to cum aren’t you? Fuckin’ strangling me, wish it was my cock so bad. Let go for me, lemme feel it.”
It’s been so long since you’ve felt his touch and now your cunt is pulsing around his fingers.
“Fuck,” you stare open mouthed as you notice the dark spot on Joel’s underwear from his leaking cock. Your orgasm waves through you at sight, your slick gushing out soaking Joel’s fingers. You grab his cock and yank it out of his underwear as you rock through your climax, fuck your self imposed so-called “doctor’s orders” you want to touch him.
“Stay still, stay still,” you pant as you spread his precum all over his shaft, stroking him.
His head nods ferociously, eyes widening as he bites his top lip, his hand curling into a fist resting atop his chest.
“I know, I know,” you raise up off of his fingers, leaning forward to kiss him. “Cum for me Joel. Give me your cum,” you moan against his lips.
“Yes,” he chokes out.
“You’re being so good, laying so still, letting me do the work for you.”
You stroke him faster, twisting the tip the way you know he likes it, he lets out a long groan, letting you know he’s there. You quickly clamber down the bed sealing your mouth over his cock. His body stays perfectly still, the only thing moving is his head nodding against the pillow and his cock throbbing as his seed shoots down your throat. You swallow all of it down, happy to be able to finally taste him.
“Thank you baby,” he whispers, “needed that. You’re so good to me.”
“You deserve it,” you smile wiping your mouth and pulling Joel’s underwear back up. “I know today wasn’t easy on you, but I’m going to be here for you every step of the way.”
“I love you,” he sighs, his eyes already turning heavy with exhaustion.
“I love you too,” you lay down next to him, making sure to gently rest your head on his chest.
“You’re so good at turning my bad days good. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”
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Joel falls asleep quickly. You sneak out of bed and softly pad out to the living room to grab your phones, remembering you need to set an alarm for his meds.
They sit on the coffee table, right where you left them.
Joel has too many missed texts.
You have a few texts too, the most recent being from your mom.
Your stomach drops as you read it.
“Aren’t you flying in tonight? Why are you in Philadelphia? Please call.”
A/N: Hello, there is an awful lot of foreshadowing going on here.
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The Lost Boys
Leisure Headcanons
💋 David 💋
Is a skilled fire arm shooter. (Loves the cowboy aesthetic)
Has his own gun hidden in the cave.
Doesn't get the chance too often, but will ride a horse when the chance arises.
Likes wood carving. Mostly non specific whittling into basic shapes or animals. It helps him relax.
Movie nut! When the boys go the Max's store to fool around, David makes sure to tuck a movie or two that catches his eye in his coat. Tends to watch them alone, all the questions from Paul would just grate on his nerves too much.
I imagine David would be like REALLY good at origami for no particular reason. He doesn't even try, just once the boys do it just because and he's just the best at it.
I don't know if vampires can emerge in water in the lost boys lore, but if they can David loves to swim. Chilling in water clears his mind.
💀 Dwayne 💀
Skater boi! Does a lot of sick tricks, but when you can levitate it's less impressive. XD
Doesn't care for guns, but likes archery. Hammers his own arrow heads. Dwayne and David like to pick a spot in the woods to shoot make shift targets.
A real book worm. Will spend a lot of time just silently reading for hours.
Takes up knitting from time to time. He prefers hand knitted blankets and throws rather then the store ones.
Likes to make jewelry. Made his own necklace.
Enjoys all types of puzzles. Cross word, jigsaw, and brain teasers.
Can sew and offers to sew up holes made in all the clothes the boys decide not to get new ones.
🌿 Paul 🌿
Can play the guitar.
Also likes to sing, and is pretty good at it. Wanted to start a band, but the other boys weren't up for it.
Has the biggest music collection and is always hogging the tabletop/cassette/cd player.
Amateur photography. Just likes to take photos randomly. Some are really artsy.
Got really into tie dye for a while. Although he might have just been high.
When he wants to relax, Paul really likes to stargaze. Laying outside the cave looking at the sky and hearing the waves of the ocean just makes him feel at peace.
When David isn't using the tv monitor, Paul enjoys quite a few video games. He also likes to take on the arcade and carnival games at the boardwalk.
🪶 Marko 🪶
Aside from pigeons, Marko will try to domesticate a number of animals to the cave, including stray dogs, cats, deer, badgers, squirrel, foxes, bats, and even a black bear once.
He did in fact not domesticate a black bear, but he did wrestle one.
He does his own patchwork on his jacket.
Like David, he likes to sculpt into wood, but he usually carves patterns and landscapes into more grand pieces.
He's also a skilled painter. Mostly he'll paint murals on sections of the cave David says is ok for him to paint on.
He collects sea shells on the beach.
He'll style the others hair. Especially David who he'll cut and dye in the way he likes best.
🔥Pack Activities🔥
Dart throwing. The bigger the target the better. David and Dwyane are very competitive at this one specifically.
Rollerblading. Put wheels on shoes, what more can you want?
Listening to music. The boys have very wide music tastes and sometimes they cross over and they all like the same stuff. They take turns around the player of their choice to just smoke, drink, and listen to the sounds of the music plays.
Card games. Specifically poker when they're all together. They make things more interesting when they make bets.
And of course motocycle cruising and board walk loitering.
Something that always strikes me with vampires in fiction and indeed with any immortal creature with the high and emotional intelligence of humans. IMMORTALITY IS FUCKING BORING!
I mean, think about it. Imagine you're given all the free time in the world with very little responsibility with no fear of getting sick or tired allowed to do pretty much whatever you want. What would you do? Cause I would go stir crazy. So I came up with these dumb little head canons on how I image the boys specifically would pass the time in their little vampire lives that doesn't revolve around murdering and feeding off of people.
Of course cruising on their bikes come to mind. And there's a couple in the movie we get to see like Dwayne's skateboarding and Marko's fondness for pigeons but I wanted to throw more possibilities out there. :3
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P2 Into You: Jealousy
🏁 Character Introductory 🏁
MASTERLIST
Pairings (applied to the whole fic): Sergio Pérez x FemHorner!Reader, Toto Wolff x FemHorner!Reader, Lewis Hamilton x FemHorner!Reader
Warnings: Slow burn, mentions of sexual topic, Dom/Sun dynamic, Soft Dom! Sergio, Dom! Toto, angst, cheating, fluff, mentions of death, Mad Christian Horner!!
Author's Note: kinda cliffhanger ending, I'll be posting the 3rd chapter by Sunday! Enjoy!(◕ᴗ◕✿)
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You sighs as you went to the bathroom to remove your make up and take a cold shower, you decided to play some music while you shower, you opened your playlist from Spotify, playing “Too Sweet” By Hozier, you sing a long as you turned off the shower and dry yourself, you put on some comfortable clothes to sleep in.
Laying in bed, you decided to read before you sleep, A poem by Homer “The Odyssey”. You enjoyed reading this kind of book as you felt warmth reading them. After a few hours of reading you feel sleepy as you yawn and put the book down on your bedside table, turning the lamp off after.
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Sergio couldn't sleep, he wanted to message you but scared to wake you up, he sat on his bed, hands on his hair as he curse at himself, “Fuckfuckfuck-” he sighs, ‘If only I'm brave enough to tell her that I love her…’ he thought, he went back to sleep, hoping that it'll be ok.
The next morning, Sergio woke up by his alarm, grabbing his phone. It's 6:30 in the morning, he sighs as he stretches his arms, standing up to go and take a shower.
Soon later, You woke up, feeling so tired from yesterday, you sat up grabbing your phone as you message Sergio and your brother a good morning before standing up and went to take a shower, the cold water on your skin made you shiver and feel more awake, your phone rings as you turn off the shower and dry your hands as you saw a call from an unknown caller ID, You answered it, “Y/N horner speaking, who's this?” You asked, “Hey, Y/N, It's Toto, Toto Wolff?” You frowned, “Hey, Mr.Wolff-” You said a little confused, “Please, Call me toto, You're making me feel old.” He chuckled, God his voice, the way he chuckled He's making you fall for him! You chuckled, “Aren't you old?” Toto smiled upon hearing your words, “I just wanted to say sorry for our unexpected meeting yesterday, and I hope you're ok.” “I'm ok, Toto, Thank you.” You smiled, “So, I was thinking, if you're free after qualifying later, is it ok if I take you out for dinner? So I can make up for yesterday.” He said.
Toto's waiting for your answer, he's expecting you to say ‘Yes’ to him, fingers tapping on his legs as he waits for your answer, “I'll let you know later, But it's a yes.” You said, as you heard toto sighs in relief, “Perfect, I'll see you later on the paddock, And also Good morning.” You smiled upon hearing his words, “I'll see you later too, Toto.” You said as you ended the call.
Smiling like a fool, you continued your shower as you can't help but smile upon hearing his deep voice, the way he chuckles and sighs, it's just a simple thing but God it's given you butterflies, you sighs ‘Get yourself together Y/N he's older than dad!’ you said loudly to yourself.
You went out in the shower, drying yourself up as you put on your clothes to wear in the paddock, you decided to put on light makeup, you put on a Red Bull polo shirt as you grab your bag and went to knock on Checo's door.
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Checo's putting on some clothes when you knocked on his door, “Checo, it's me, Y/N” you said as Checo hurriedly put on a Red Bull shirt, “Yeah, Just a minute-” he said as he looks at himself in the mirror, while you wait, you messaged your brother to meet you and checo in the lobby, Checo opened the door eyes widened seeing you, “Guau, eres hermosa…” you chuckled, “What took you so long to open the door?” Checo Opened the door widely, letting you inside, “I was getting ready then you knocked-” he sat down on the couch looking at you up and down, “You ready to leave?” you asked checo, as you catched him looking at you, “Oh..yeah, let's go-” he said as he grabbed his phone and sunglasses, “Do you need one?” He asked you, gesturing the sunglasses in his hands, You nodded, He gave you his glasses, “Vamos, mi sol” he said, putting on his cap, he opened the door, “After you-” “Thank you, Checo.” You smiled at him.
You met your brother in the lobby, waiting for you and checo, “Jeez, what did you two do? It's almost 9:00 am, dad's gonna kill us-” you and checo chuckled, “Such a drama queen-” you roll your eyes playfully at your brother as the three of you went outside to get inside the car and went to the paddock, the three of you exchanged conversation as you mentioned your call with toto earlier, “What??? Thee Toto Wolff asked you on a date?!” Your brother exclaimed, “dummy it's not a date! It's a ‘Dinner’, that's what he says-” you say as you hit your brother's arm, while checo just silently listens to you and your brother, “What did he tell you? Just dinner?” Checo sounded annoyed, “he just told me that he's sorry for bumping into me yesterday, that it's very rude of him, that he'll take me to dinner after the qualifying so he can make it up for me-” you explained as you smiled at Checo, who seems mad…? “Right..” he says in almost a whisper, “I can drop you off later if you want?” The Mexican offered, “That'll be great, Checo!” You smiled brightly at him.
Checo smiled, seeing you smile at him made him calm, he doesn't know why he is mad of you going out on a dinner with toto, he has no right to be mad at you, nor be jealous, he's just your best friend and nothing else.
The car stopped as you arrived in the parking lot of the paddock, Checo opened the door, holding out a hand for you, “Thank you..” you said shyly, your brother went out on the opposite door, “Why don't I get the same treatment, checo? I'm your best friend too!” You and checo chuckled upon hearing your brothers words, the three of you encountered some fans along the way, you, checo, and your brother signed some merch, posters, and other stuffs, being a horner made you famous too, also having a pretty face and a sunshine to a paddock made you a couple of fans.
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Finally, the three of you arrived in the paddock just in time, “What took the three of you so long, look at the time, Y/N.” Your dad said, looking disappointed at you as always, “Just ignore him, Y/N.” Checo said, Patting your shoulder, “We'll be back.” He said as your brother and checo went to their changing rooms to change, leaving you in the paddock amongst the mechanics.
You got bored as your brother and checo went out for some interviews, you wandered around the paddock to see some friends to other teams, to say hi to the other drivers too, most of them are your friends as well, you visited your friend Lewis at the Mercedes, “Lewis!” You called him, seeing him talking to bono, “Y/N-” he waved, you walked towards them, saying hi to bono as you hugged him, “So, how's it going?” Bono asked, “Well, same old me, how are you bono?” You returned the question, “I'm doing ok too-” he smiled, “Well I hate to leave but toto needs me, see you around, Y/N!” He says as he left, leaving you and Lewis, “I'm glad that you're comfortable around the paddock already.” Lewis says, smiling at you. “Well, I'm trying to be comfortable, I'm glad that everyone's been friendly-” you said shyly, you and Lewis exchanged topics as you felt someone's eyes watching you, you looked to the side to see Toto Wolff, looking at you. You smiled at him and waved shyly, he gave you a subtle nod, lewis noticed you, “You know toto? I mean…” you look away from toto returning to lewis, “I just met him yesterday, I kinda bumped into him…” you chuckled remembering the memory from yesterday, “He's tall and you still bumped into him?” He teased you, “Ugh, stop it- I know it's stupid-” you said as you and Lewis chuckled you saw toto approaching you and Lewis, You felt his gaze fixed upon you, “Lewis, Bono needs you.” He smiled to lewis as Lewis says bye to me and left me with toto, who's looking down on me, a smirk is displayed on his face, “Good morning, Y/N.” “Hi, Mr. Wolff- I mean Toto, good morning too-” you said slightly panicking at your words, “You ok?” He said, hands on your shoulders, You nodded, “I'm ok, just feeling a bit overwhelmed, that's all.” You smiled awkwardly, “Why? Is something or someone making you feel overwhelmed, Y/N?” He removed his hands on your shoulder and put it in his pocket, still looking at you, “I- No I don't think so..” he leaned a little, “Am I Making you feel overwhelmed, Y/N?”
Your cheeks turned bright red with his words, you do feel overwhelmed by him, the way he touched your shoulders, the way you smell his scent, you felt intimidated with him, you look up at him, his body towers In Front of you, “Answer me, Y/N.” He asked you again, You we're about to say ‘Yes’ but you heard your father call your name, ‘Great’ you thought, “Y/N!” Your father calls you again as he approaches you and toto, “What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the red bull paddock?” your father says coldly, as he looks at toto from up and down, “And you, what are you telling her?” He pointed a finger to toto, “Nothing, Christian, I was just telling her to be comfortable around the paddock.” Toto says as he smiles at you, “Right, whatever, go back to the paddock Y/N I Will not ask again.” You sigh, “Bye toto, fancy seeing you!” you waved goodbye at him as you disappear from the crowds, “You shouldn't talk to her like that, she's just saying hi.” Your dad scoffed, “If he's saying hi to you then I won't allow it, don't go near my daughter toto, this is your first and last warning, Leave. her. alone. Understand?” Toto chuckled at your dad's words, Toto nodded, leaving horner as he went to talk to bono and lewis, soon enough your father arrived in the red bull paddock too, “Why are you talking to him, Y/N? Did he do something to you? Did he touch you?” Your dad asked you ridiculous questions, “God, dad no- I was talking to lewis when he approached us and he just says hi then you arrived, plus, why are you mad? I'm just talking to Toto-” you said confused, “Toto isn't a nice person, Y/N, You know that, he's our rival, our team's rival, you shouldn't be talking to him or making friends with, you don't want an issue and rumors to walk around the paddock, you know the media, Y/N.” your father warned.
“Fine, ok dad, I won't talk to him.” You sigh in defeat, “Don't be mad at me, Darling, I'm just protecting you from him.” “Dad, I'm fine, I can take care of myself, he's a nice person.” You tried to convince your dad, “I know him better, Y/N, so please listen to me?” You just nodded, “Thank you..” your dad says as you roll your eyes to his words.
You don't see toto as a ‘Bad person’, he's kind, charming, a charismatic person, he's one of the respective people in the paddock, you liked him.
You heard Checo call your name, you turned to face him, “Hmm?” You say looking at him as he stopped In Front of you, “You ok?” Checo asked, seeing your worried and annoyed expression, “I'm ok, it's just dad-” “what about him?” You sigh as you start telling him what happened between you, toto, and your father, “Why Are you with toto, anyways?” He questioned, “I was just saying hi to him when dad approached then everything fucked up-” you chuckled. He smiled, “I'm just glad that they didn't beat each other up.” Checo pats your shoulders, “So what time will you be going to dinner with him?” He asked as you remember that he offered you a ride earlier, “oh, we haven't discussed it, it's too awkward honestly, I can't even talk to him, he's too…intimidating.” “Hmm, I see, give me a call whenever you need to go, ok?” Checo gave you an assurance look, you nodded, “Thank you, checo, really, you're the best. I don't know what I would do without you.” You gave him a gentle touch to his arms, making the Mexican blush, “It's.. it's no problem Y/N.” He smiled, looking to his side to hide his blushing face.
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Spoiling them after a hard day
Shisui X F!Reader smut
Gaara X F!Reader smut
Shisui
(Oral, male receiving, gentle hair pulling, slightly submissive Shisui, unprotected sex)
He's been on some very stressful and tiring missions lately, all back to back
So when he finally got some time to rest, he was more than relieved
Upon finding out that you'll be in the village at the same time as him, happiness flowed right through him
Two weeks of free time and being able to spend it fully with his lovely girlfriend?
Sign him up, right now!
So in the evening after a long and refreshing shower, he leaned his head against your chest, his body laying on top of your legs
He simply closes his eyes as you comb through his curls, having greatly missed your touch
"Mhhhhm, I missed you", he murmurs, your chest providing a very comfortable pillow for him
He got up from his laying position and pressed a kiss to your lips
It started soft and gentle but quickly grew more needy and passionate
"And I missed something else too" he whispers against your lips, pulling your shirt over your head
As he lays you down on the sofa however, you get up and gently push him down
Shisui looks at you curiously, but lets you proceed
You pull down his pants, his bulge being prominent as ever under his boxershorts
You nuzzle it a little with your cheek, Shisui's sigh spurring you on
You pull his boxers down, his cock springing free, a drop of pre-cum already visible on the tip
You gently begin to kitten-lick it off, holding onto your boyfriend's hips as you lean over his body
"Pl-Please..." he moans, grabbing onto your hair and gently pulling it, not wanting to hurt you, but also silently telling you to keep going
You chuckle at his desperate state, a little amused at how easily you can make one of the strongest shinobi crumble under your touch so easily
You take his tip into your mouth and suckle carefully, well aware that the more exhausted he is, the slower he wants it
As you take him deeper with each movement of your head, his moans start getting louder, his eyes closing and his mouth agape
One hand moves from his hip to his testicle, ever so gently and carefully playing with it
That sends him over the edge and he bucks his hips against your mouth as his cum spurs down your throat, yet a little of the salty aftertaste still present on your tongue
Despite this you take him completely in one last time, making sure he's completely clean and then release his cock with a quiet pop
Looking up at him you see him breathing heavily, a few curls sticking to his forehead with sweat
You get up and crawl next to him, pulling his head against your chest
"You always know how to treat me just right" he chuckle, pressing a kiss to your chest
"I'm glad you think so, my dear" you say in response, laying your cheek on the top of his head and continue to stay in this position for at least a while
Gaara
(Handjob, praise kink, slightly submissive Gaara)
As Kazekage Gaara very rarely has any free time whatsoever, spending the majority of his waking hours on paperwork
So both of you are more than delighted when he comes home early for dinner
Despite your protests, he still insists on cooking with you
So you just accept with a small chuckle and pass him a cutting board and knife
After a very delicious dinner you two decide to go to bed early, both of you tired from long hours of work
While sitting on his lap, back leaned against his chest and reading your book, you start feeling a poke against your lower back
"I-I apologise", your boyfriend mumbles, while his face is almost indistinguishable from his hair
"No, no, it's fine. Actually, I know exactly what you need right now", you grin and slowly turn around so you face him
You kiss him onto his soft lips and he immediately kisses you back, his hand comfortably positioned on the small of your back and your waist
While kissing him you slowly let your hands wander over his torso, feeling his toned body under your fingertips
He moans into your mouth, closing his eyes to fully enjoy the sensations of your skin on his
"Please. Touch me more", he whispers against your lips, grabbing your hand and carefully pushing it downwards
"Anything for you, my love", you smile and press a kiss to his nose
You gently grab a hold of his cock and slowly pump your hand up and down his shaft
Feeling the soft skin on your hands, the pulsing of his veins, the precum dripping onto your thigh makes you moan in return
"So good", you into against the kiss, "you look so good right now"
Gaara let out a few high-pitched moans, grabbing your waist a little tighter
"I-I'm close", he warns looking at you with half-lidded eyes
You speed up your movements, determined to send him over the edge
As you kiss him deeply, wrapping your tongue around his, he cums with a breathy moan, his grip tightening even more, his seed dripping onto your thigh and getting a little onto your hand
For a few seconds he just lets his head fall back, taking deep breaths
He lets his head fall forward, face hidden in the crook of your neck
"Thank you, Y/N. It was amazing, as always. You're amazing"
"You're at least just as amazing", you smile warmly and get down from his lap, sitting down next to him and letting your head fall onto his shoulder
"I hope I could help you with alleviating some of your stress", you say after a few moments of silence
"You certainly did. Just as you always do"
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oh yeah btw i went into the city with my sister today and it was a very nice day :) i'm now going to tell you all about it bc i need to learn to be more positive. also, i will add random photos from pinterest so this post looks mildly interesting
here i go:
- first we watched an anzac day march (i live in australia, yeah. idrm u guys knowing that. basically anzac day is a day where we show respects to soldiers who fought in the war/s) for a whole hour (yeah... it was very tiring but atleast all we had to do was sit and watch. its not exactly hard i suppose)
- then, we went to a cafe where we drank iced matcha latte and shared a chocolate cake slice. the cafe was so cozy and it had jaz music and it was dark wood + green + overgrown vines type of vibe :)
- then, we went to....
drumroll please
a second hand bookstore !!!
*dies, comes alive, dies, comes alive* (x4)
there were a million books in there (or so the sign at the front claimed) and it was such a lovely place
it smelled like old books. i nearly suffocated because the smell was so strong (but i didnt mjnd at all ofc)
in the back, there was a big space with no shelves and a few tables and chairs to sit and read (i assume?) (tho there were still shelves along the wall)
in the front+middle, there were shelves everywhere, with only space for 2 people in between each shelf
it was very cluttered. i struggled to understand the system because many shelves were unlabelled, but i think that adds to the charm and i loved having to look through all the shelves
at the very front, there is the cash register and a bunch ( a BUNCH) of book stacks on the floor with no price (bc the owner hadnt priced the books yet. the shop is personally owned and they price books by writing it in pencil on the first page. isnt that so charming??)
the books werent insanely cheap, but its a food place to fins different/collectable covers of certain books
i saw a red hardbound version of dead souls by nikolai gogol, which i was going to get bc i really want to read that, but it was falling apart so badly (like the spine was 4/5 off the book) that i felt like it was unwise to purchase haha :,)
in the end, i didnt get to look at everything bc my sister got restless but i did manage to buy 3 books that i am very happy abt:
1. "the adventures of tom sawyer" by mark twain :) this was 7.50 and it had a really pretry cover (also it was small sized, which i think is so charming and pocketable)
2. "the tenant of wildfell hall" by anna brontë. i have read none of the brontë sisters' works, but i really want to:) this was also only 7.50 and the cover was pretty, and it was also pretty small
3. "quiet" by susan cain. it seems so interesting and it was only $10, whereas its going for $20 on amazon 💀 :)
also the owner gave me a bookmark that looked old and it was beige + black and it had the shop name on it, contact info, promo stuff but also it was so cool bc the font was fancy and there was an olden day sketch of an oldman reading to a child in the middle of the bookmark :)
also the owner was a nice and chill old man. also there was classical music !
i cant wait to revisit that store :) i will be opting to purchase all of my classics there because they have covers that ive never seen before.
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then we took the bus home
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hello!!! :)
I wanted to ask if you'll be interested in doing a birthday hc for the sisters or a story on each because even though the girls can't leave or have friends I would think Alcina still gives them a birthday where they get privileges and gifts.
I think it would be so cute of what the other sisters get for each other and what they do with it!
How you have a good day!! And as always injoy
Hi, hon :)! Absolutely, some HCs for their bday!🙌 A great day to everyone
Masterlists
Having been reborn mere hours apart, their birthdays are originally linked together
The 12th of April, every year, their birthday
And while all three girls loved each other dearly, Alcina and they themselves could tell; they were getting more and more tired of a shared birthday each year
By their twentieth birthday, it was Daniela who finally spoke up, equipped with by then already well trained, wet puppy eyes and her sisters standing behind her, trying to copy the look
Alcina nearly melted at the sight
“Mama, can we have a different birthday?”
At first, she didn’t understand. How could they dislike their birthday?
Did she not make it special enough for them?
Was it the restrictions? She knew of the yearnings her daughters had, to see the outside, to leave the castle grounds to explore a little, always promising they’d be back on time
Their wish was never granted. Was this the reason for that?
Apparently not
Instead, it was sharing their birthday
Alcina smiled warmly at them as she heard this, and with this large smile, easily scooped the three women in her large arms
As kisses were pressed all over their faces and they squealed and giggled loudly, the mother of three easily agreed and approved of their question
Of course, each of her precious daughters shall get a day dedicated to her. Only her birthday, then
Bela
While tempted to choose another date, she decided to stick with the original
The 12th of April
Her birthday, and only hers, now
While disliking the sharing aspect, she now loves her birthdays and secretly looks forward to them
Usually, she will act like she isn’t bothered by her birthday coming up
Secretly, her eyes scan her family members for any change in their behaviour. Do they know it’s her birthday soon?
Of course, they never forget. Not once
Unlike her sisters, Bela doesn’t mind the loneliness that can creep up on one in the castle. She doesn’t mind
In fact, she couldn’t care less. She has her family, and those are all that matter to her
She isn’t sorry for her lack of friends, neither on her birthday, nor any other day. Her sisters are her friends, as annoying as they can be
However, she does appreciate being able to get out on her birthday
Often, her birthday starts out by waking up curled into Alcina, having been granted to sleep in her bed throughout the night
All too eager to curl up and bask in her mother’s love and warmth, her birthday signals one of the only times Bela will sleep in a little
Breakfast is always her favourite, a rich palette of foods from the outside, some sweet, some bitter, some salty. She loves to try them all
After, she is bathed in rich oils and dressed in a beautiful, red dress. Again, one of the few times she is not wearing her usual attire
Often, her day then starts out by a stroll through the gardens with Alcina
It is worth mentioning, the mother of three always makes sure she is free on her girls’ birthdays, always
In the garden, she gets to bask in the sun and drag her bare fingertips over the many soft flowers blooming already
She sits at the gazebo, her head in her mother’s lap, her hair played with, her golden eyes closed as she is read to
Each year from the same type of books. Greek mythology
Bela enjoys the time spent together immensely, and can’t help but giggle when, always, eventually they are found by her sisters
Being tackled and wrestled with, she is always pulled into Daniela’s arms, her face peppered with kisses while Cassandra laughs at her pitiful whines and scolding
“Happy birthday, Bela!”, Daniela is always ecstatic to announce, her arms tight around her older sister
“You’re even older now”, she occasionally adds, to which Bela usually only rolls her eyes
Now, each year it is planned to save the gift giving until nightttime. And each year, too excited and impatient, her sisters present her with theirs in the gardens in the gazebo already
Daniela’s is often very well thought out
A book perfectly suiting her sister’s tastes, perfume, prey caught by her, jewellery, or even something self-made
This year, Bela beams as she sees the fairytale book, written in latin and German, English and Spanish, Romanian and French, containing all Grimm tales and thoughts
The perfect gift to promise not only sleepless nights caused by the hyper-fixation this would cause, but also time with her youngest sister
She smiles softly, her mind already painting the scene of Daniela tucked into her side in her bed, her eyes small and heavy from sleep, lips parting to ask her sister to read but a few more pages
And Bela? She always gives in, her fingertip stroking along her sister’s pink button nose, her voice steady as she first reads, then translates and reads aloud
It’s one of her favourite ways to spend time with her youngest sister
Then, Cassandra steps forward, her dress red in what some might believe to be dried blood
Bela? She knows better, and feels a large smile spread on her lips at the realisation. No, not blood. Paint. Her sister had been painting
And even as Daniela just scoffs when Cassandra throws a dead maid, beautiful, no doubt, to Bela, the eldest knows her true gift lies hidden in her room
Knowing of her sister’s wish to keep this hobby a secret, she merely shoots her a wide and loving smile, enough for the brunette to know; she understood, and is thankful
Cassandra’s eyes flicker slightly, then an equally wide grin appears on her face
She knows; her sister will love her gift, she always does!
And that she does again this year, by far later at the day, when she discovers the painting of the unruly sea and an underwater forest hidden within
Beautiful…just as she had described it dreamily to her sister mere weeks ago
Alcina smiles at the scent in front of her, her heart aching lovingly at the clear happiness visible on her daughters’ faces
The rest of the day is spent doing what Bela enjoys best
Sometimes, this is hunting, sometimes, this means playing games with her sisters and mother, sometimes it means reading together
At night, only, is when she receives her last gift
With her sisters back in their rooms and the mood having quieted down, Bela feels almost giddy to see her present
She is sat on Alcina’s spacious lap, the stuffed animal left by Daniela held in her hand
Both of them laugh lightly at the little giraffe staring up at them. In moments like this, Bela feels immense happiness and safety. Only in her mother’s embrace, where all is safe and comfortable, where no harm can reach her. No cold, no man-things, not her own thoughts
Her gift is, at last, presented to her. A key, small and unassuming looking. Bela tilts her head
When Alcina rises and begins to walk, she is quick to swarm after her
She finds- the key unlocks a door close to her bedroom, just as unassuming looking as the key. She smiles widely in anticipation: this usually means she is receiving something her sisters don’t have, or something her sisters would like to have
And right she is, for her golden eyes widen when the door opens and the room is revealed to her
“Mother?”, she asks, almost in disbelief. With a gentle hand pushing at her shoulder blade, Bela takes a step inside
The room is decorated with a desk and a comfortable chair, a sofa, two bookshelves, and: a white canvas on the wall, set up for the movie projector. Next to it, a small desk and shelf labeled “film rolls”
She breathes shakily as her fingertips trail over it
When she first sleepily told her mother of her desire to see the movies shown at Donna’s for herself, to see nature and make her own movies containing her knowledge, she thought it might be labeled silly
Yet; it seems her wish was taken more serious than even Bela dared to take it
With a sob, she hugs herself to her mother’s hip, her cool skin pressed into the soft fabric of her dress
“Happy Birthday, my little fly”
Cassandra
Being the unhappiest of the trio with a shared birthday, she was eager to choose her own date
Now, her first thought was in December. A winter month! How badass!
However…a quick glance and note from Bela had her mind; then she couldn’t go outside at all on her birthday..
Perhaps summer it would have to be, then
And so she settled on the 16th of June instead. Warm, perfect for hunting, the season in which most maidens attempt to escape
Now, Cassandra is oddly shy about her birthday
She wants it to be a special day. She just doesn’t want people to know this
Especially on her birthday, though, she tends to feel trapped. She wants out, badly, just for a little bit
She wants to see the world, on her birthday more than ever. Wouldn’t this be a wonderful gift?
She asks for it every year, yet it is never granted to her, and only denied with a sad sigh and a kiss to her forehead
She usually talks to her “friends”, the few prisoners left alive. Rambling as she brings the blades and whips down on them over and over again, ignoring their cries and screams as she keeps talking
They rarely survive, and she doesn’t attempt to keep them alive, either
They merely serve the purpose of being made to listen to her ramble, and to keep her entertained
As she awakens on her birthday this year, uncharacteristically early, she immediately swarms out of bed
Still in her pyjamas, she swarms into Alcina’s bed, on top of the woman, and shakes her as hard as she can
“Mother! Mother! Mother, it’s my birthday! Mama!”
When golden eyes open at last, Cassandra at last slides down her body and onto the soft mattress again, her hands stopping from shaking her
“It’s my birthday, Mother”, she announces, as if the older woman truly needed a reminder
And after a few minutes of orienting herself, Alcina does blink away sleep and shoots her middle child a loving smile “Yes, my fierce little huntress, I will get ready”
At this, Cassandra grins. She returns to her room to get dressed, her flies buzzing excitedly
Each year her birthday begins by going out to hunt with her Mother. Each year they hunt for a varcaloc, the largest predator found near the village
She swarms as fast as she can, her sickle and daggers swinging wildly, her teeth bared, her mother close behind her
Still, the first drop of blood is hers to cause, and as soon as her sickle rips through fur and flesh, she laughs and hears claws unseathe
Really, she loves watching her mother hunt! Such elegance, such brutality, such speed and strength!
Even Alcina knows in every second of this activity, Cassandra is staring, and she is her role model, in such moments more than ever
Each year, the beast is slain, and this year is no different
Yet, their trip to the forest does not end. With their prey dropped off at the castle again, Alcina feels fingers grab her wrist tightly and tug
“Come on, Mama! Hurry!”
Now comes the truly exciting part!
Cassandra swarms and runs fast, her dress getting caught a few times as she speeds through the forest
Then, she stops abruptly. Golden eyes widen and water for a moment
She feels so much emotion all at once, here, at the border of the hunting grounds
She knows not to pass them without permission, ever. And she never does
Yet, her birthday is different
With a graceful step, Alcina walks forwards, stepping past the invisible line in Cassandra’s head
Gently, she cups her daughter’s cheek and takes her hand. Then, she too, takes a step forwards
Immediately, she laughs, loud and cheerful
She knows not to stray away, not to hide, not to play around where Mother can’t see or reach her. But this- is her own little world of freedom
She swarms up and down, feels the ground and smells the air as though it was any different from the one within the hunting grounds
Alcina watches, a soft smile on her lips, but pain in her heart. She sees, each year as she grants her daughter this, how badly her little fly craves this freedom. And yet, with hunters and poachers, outsiders and soldiers- and not to mention the unpredictable cold and environment- about, she cannot allow it
She knows this, both of them do. Cassandra no longer blames her mother for this choice, but treasures the times she is allowed outside, even if it is under supervision
After some minutes, she bends to pick up a rock, then nods to Alcina. They know, it’s time to go again already, even as Cassandra yearns to stay here with her mother
The rest of the day is spent playing with her sisters, chasing Daniela through the castle until she squeals and shrieks from the base fear of being caught, only to roll about and giggle when she eventually is
She often receives her younger sister’s present in the form of a new weapon or belt, and is always eager to try it out right away
Naturally, Daniela follows her, so that the majority of the day is easily spent hunting together
Bela’s present is given in the privacy of her room, as Cassandra’s lips pull to a shy, but large smile when her sister presents her with new art supplies
“Do you want to..stay for a bit?”
Bela never refuses this special offer, and watches with great interest as her sister rambles on about what supplies are used for and best for what
As the only one in the family aware of her painting hobby, Cassandra loves sharing her work with her older sister
She is always rewarded with showers of praise that have her headbutt the woman’s cheek or neck and have her flies buzz loudly
One birthday, she asks Bela for a favour that has her cheeks burn from embarrassment before her words can even get out. Thankfully, her sister understands
With a blindfold covering golden eyes, Cassandra’s embarrassment fades a little
She is concentrated as she fixes her sister’s dark blue dress, adjusting parts that she wanted to stick out, fixing her hair and gently applying the deep red lipstick
Then, she begins her work. A sketch, at first, she works concentrated
Never would she admit her sister is her muse, the only one to support and know of her hobby, the one she trusts fully, the one to inspire her to keep going with her art and the one to praise her pieces after
Cassandra smiles warmly as she watches her sister sit, perfectly still as asked, completely trusting
Another reminder to her, with a tug of her heart, why she loves her family to very much
And yet, a single gift remains
Cassandra watches curiously as, late at night, Alcina at last sits down on her bed, a box in her hand
“Happy Birthday, my curious little fly”
Eager, she all but rips the box to shreds to get to what is inside
Alcina laughs, having added extra layers and paper wrapping the gift
She knows, after all, how her little huntress enjoys tearing it apart to access what reward lies within
And what a reward indeed
At first, Cassandra is unsure what it is. A book? She pulls a grimace that makes her mother laugh and tap her chin. With a giggle, she fixes her face again and instead stares up at the older woman in confusion
“Open it, mica musca”
Again, she eagerly obeys, yet-
Cassandra gasps when she sees the content, her golden eyes widening, her flies buzzing loud as she immediately swarms onto Alcina’s lap and nearly shoves the album into her Mother’s face
“Mother! Look! What’s that?!”
The photo album shows a photograph of pyramids. Cassandra lowers the album again to get a good look again
And Alcina? She explains, her voice steady, her fingers gently scratching against Cassandra’s scalp. Loud buzzing and purr-like sounds were her reward
Amazed, more questions follow
Easily, the next hours and evenings are spent together, with Cassandra asking more and more and Alcina openly talking about all that is to see in the many photographs in the album
Each morning, she finds it tucked close to her daughter’s chest, her little piece of freedom, her little glimpse of the world outside the village
Daniela
Getting to choose her own birthday had her feel giddy with excitement. She immediately came up with more and more and more and more
Many dates, some symbolic, some merely on the list because they sound nice
She too, originally went for a winter month. After noticing her older sister change it up, naturally, she copied her
In the end, she settles for the 1st of July
She loves her birthday though, and always has. Even when she still shared it with her sisters
At first, she thought she was bothered by that particular fact
Yet, now she is no longer sharing it with them, she feels…lonely, almost
What a lonely day it has become to her, even as she still gets to spend it with her family
And yet, she yearns to have a lover or friends to spend it with. Such things seem denied to her, though, for the staff just won’t last
Often, she’d bed someone on her birthday, desperate for intimacy and love
Always, she’d kill them before the clock struck midnight
They were never real, never looked at her with real love in their eyes, never looked at her with real care
Sometimes, with desire. Desire that almost made her feel seen. They congratulated her on her birthday, and yet..they had no idea how old she even
Still, each year, she tries her best not to let loneliness affect her
Feeling overly clingy on her birthday, Daniela is often found starting her day in the beds of her sisters. Whether when snatching Bela’s blankets and cuddling into her side, or seeing how many knives she can balance on top of Cassandra until she’d wake up, one thing is clear:
Daniela doesn’t want to be alone on her birthday
She is with her sisters until they awaken, not having the heart to send their younger sister off and kick her out of their room on this special day to her
She giggles loudly as she is chased down to the dining hall for breakfast, her flies buzzing, her lips pulled into a grin
Immediately, her arms wrap around Alcina when she sees her. She sticks her tongue out at her sisters, signalling she was once again the fastest to get to their mother
The breakfast table is full of almost overly sweet things from all around the world. A special privilege reserved for birthdays only
And she enjoys it, digging in eagerly, eating blood-covered candy and snatching some more from Cassandra’s plate when she is busy flirting with the help
Often, she climbs on the lap of whoever is closest to her, then, her big, golden eyes on display as she asks to receive her presents early already
How could they deny her, really?
And so, she is grinning and has her flies buzzing excitedly when she receives what she wants
This year, she is especially excited. She knows, something big will be her present this year, by the way her family would often smile or smirk the past months, as if they knew something she did not
Surely, it had to be a surprise!
And it is, certainly
Bela is the first to present her gift to her sister, a large box wrapped in bright red wrapping paper
Daniela giggles in joy, her sharp, claw-like nails already digging into the paper. Eagerly, she shreds the box, only to find another, also wrapped, within
Again, she laughs happily. More to unpack?! She’s over the moon!
And then? Another smaller one in that one! Two layers of wrapping paper!
And another!
Then, at last, she discovers her present:
Four books; one romance, one a fantasy-romance, another a crime-romance book and another a collection of poems! Daniela’s smile widens with each book she discovers
Then, a small stuffed animal. A brown rabbit, with pink ears
She gasps at the sight and the softness of its fur, and immediately the stuffed animal is sat on her lap
And lastly, a small bottle of perfume
She smiles, recognizing the scent
It’s the smell clinging to her eldest sister, the perfume Daniela would always steal. Clearly, she was not being as subtle as she thought she was
With a tight hug and bright smile, she thanks her sister. Then, a loud whine is brought from her lips as she feels Cassandra’s hand rubbing against the top of her head
“Awhh! Getting older eh? You’ll always be our baby sister, don’t worry”, she coos in what was meant to be a teasing and mocking tone
Alas, it brings a large grin to Daniela’s face nonetheless
Her gift? A blade, the handle bound in leather, the blade and tip sharp. A series of small, yellow gemstones embedded in the bottom of the handle
She gasps again, happily. She recognizes this one as belonging to her sister, too!
Cassandra’s dagger, the one used to toy with and injure prey, shiny in the sun, glistening at night!
She immediately grips it tightly and grins at her sister. She is now a great huntress, too!
Again, she hugs her sister tightly, giggling as she steals another treat off her plate when she isn’t looking
And lastly, she turns her head to her mother at the head of the table, her eyes wide and another giggle falling from her hips when the woman stands up
Eagerly, she swarms around her as she walks. She laughs loudly as her and Cassandra start chasing each other, with Bela and Alcina serving as fun obstacles or safe spots, depending on whether or not she is losing their chase
Going outside, she grips her new dagger a little tighter. She hopes, some poor soul is outside when they aren’t supposed to be
She itches to try her new weapon out!
Alas, it seems she must wait until nightttime
Still, something large catches her attention in the distance. An addition to the castle?
After moments, she no longer wants to wait for her family to catch up. She swarms ahead, effortlessly proving her status as the fastest of the four yet again
Then, she nearly shrieks in excitement as she comes face to face with three horses, hay, riding equipment and much more
Horses?!
A dream!
Having asked for horses and being taught to ride one since early in her reborn life, yet never receiving one, Daniela has almost given up hope
Almost
After all, it was always either the Lycans being too aggressive, her sister being too aggressive, the temperatures, or the maidens attempting to escape that got in the way
She stretches out her hand gently, smiling when the first horse bumps its head against her palm
The black soft, short fur is warm underneath her fingers, and as dark brown eyes look back into hers, she smiles again
“Are you happy, my dove?”, Alcina asks, though, she really just wanted to see the youngest’s lips stretch into a large grin yet again
Daniela nods fast, her hand pulling back only when she throws her arms around her mother “Yes, mama!”, she confirms
Already she thinks of the freedom the animals offer her, and the freedom the mere thought of them have always offered her
She spends the rest of the morning and afternoon at the stables, petting and kissing the animals’ heads and brushing their fur gently
She comes up with names quickly, though is sure to take her time considering them
For the white horse, spots, referencing to the small, black spots scattered across the animal’s neck and back
For the light brown one, Maximus, named after a horse in one of her favorite books
And lastly, the black one, that never fails to have her feel as though there is a connection
This one, she decides, will bear the name Apollo
At night, this night, things are better for once. She feels less lonely, even as she can’t share her bed with a lover
Instead, she is cuddled into Bela’s waist, Cassandra’s hand tangled in her hair and nails scratching along her scalp gently
Her arm rests across Alcina’s thigh, and light purr-like noises are dragged from the youngest as her arm is stroked and scratched lightly
With Bela’s voice filling the empty room as she reads from one of the newest books, Daniela is at last, for once, able to fall asleep peacefully on her birthday
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me after attempting to get back into sims and realizing i had a lot more to do than play the game
#hi everyone#I’m going around hugging you all#okay now that we are gathered here today#i will simply acknowledge that i have been gone for a very long time and then also acknowledge that maybe it was for the best#i relied on sims to be my only creative activity even if i tried to write a book at the same time#and also. i prioritized sims over real life responsibilities. that’s just a deadly combination lol#but I recently noticed I just replaced sims with Netflix. with YouTube. with anything that gave me quick dopamine#literally became addicted in a sense. still am but I’ve been cut cold turkey from most everything#I get off work and go. okay I’ve done the dishes and the laundry……..I could read or write or bake….#I try to write and sometimes i get a good hour#then I read for a few hours and then get tired of it#and I made cookies Tuesday so I’m waiting for those to be gone before baking again#I’m just so pitiful that I feel BORED and don’t know what to do#so I said….. okay what if I do sims for an hour.#I downloaded some new cc Tuesday and tried to play yesterday#y’all ……………….. I can’t find the energy anymore to set up elaborate scenes and pose my sims and plan posts#I said wow… this is boring without my intervention and fake story#I said wow…….. all this for what? for tumblr? yes I created cool things and provided joy. but is that inherintly important compared to my#own joy? my own everyday activities I should be doing?#y’all I do not leave the house unless we got out to eat or shop or travel to our parents#.. I have little desire to. I’m trying to find that desire#but my husband is busy with grad school and work and I don’t want to do anything by myself#I’ve found myself in one heck of a slump#I didn’t want to be human for awhile. just had no desires no interests no ambitions#I was slacking off SO HARD at work. I just had no drive to do well#I’m still working on it. I’m still trying to get caught up. I’m still trying to force myself to move every day.#but I am struggling y’all. and I can tell you that sims… sims isn’t helping rn but I want it to so bad. I want to get back into it#I didn’t mean to disappear on everyone. I got married and then life got busy and then I fell into this hole of nothing#I didn’t even WANT to crawl my way out. but my husband has helped a lot. I feel like such a child!!!!#I reached max tags. 🙃 bye love you all. till next time
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Could I ask for some fluff of a Hank x Reader x 2BDamned? If that's okay, please!
Hello! Of course you can! Here you go!
Poly 2BHank x Reader Fluff
I would say that the both of them are rather busy people, so you won’t be spending too much time together. It’s not like they can make too much time for each other either, though. However, they’ll try. It’s fairly risky for everyone involved, especially for you. If you’re not part of S.Q. then you’ll likely become the target of some attack if you’re seen with Doc. If you’re seen with Hank, if people can tell you’re affiliated with him, then they’ll attack you as well. So really, you’ll be at a disadvantage either way. However, it’s not like either of them feel like going out too much with you. Yes, Hank will want to get some hot dogs with you at some point since he does like those, but after a mission he’s usually torn as a rag and just wants to sleep. Doc is well aware of the dangers he poses towards your wellbeing, so he actively chooses to not go out with you too much either. However, that doesn’t mean that the three of you can’t be lovey dovey at home. It’s very rare to see Hank and Doc cuddle properly with each other, but it happens. Neither of them are touchy people, but sometimes you just desire the touch of a loved one, so you might catch Hank sitting on the floor next to Doc from time to time, his head in his lap. Hank could fall asleep like this too, actually, but he wants to protect you and Doc, so he usually doesn’t. Doc sometimes has a hand on Hank’s shoulder and gently rubs it to show he’s there for him, but he needs his other hand to go through files. If you join Hank on his endeavours, cuddling up to Doc yourself, then the grunt will sigh in feign annoyance and get away from his work for some time to give the two of you some attention. You can get him to settle down for the night like this as well, but he will only begrudgingly do so. 2B may not be the cuddliest person out there, and neither is Hank, but he does enjoy some physical touch from time to time. You will likely switch it up when it comes to cuddling. While you may be the little spoon now, chances are you’ll be the big spoon next time. 2B and Hank are versatile like that. While Hank may prefer holding someone as he falls asleep, if he’s not headed to bed then he can go either way.
Although it’s rare for Hank to show his softer side, he will do so for you and Doc only. Sometimes he’ll come back from a mission, bloody and almost entirely disassembled, holding a few flowers he found. Maybe even a nice scarf or a cool weapon. Despite being a very confident grunt, he knows he can easily protect you, he does believe that you having a weapon yourself would help you with defending yourself. Sometimes he’ll get you a nice katana, one like he has. Other times you can expect a rocket launcher or chainsaw from him as well. His metaphorical tail starts wagging whenever either you or Doc accept his gifts and thank him. He did a good job on this one, you will be safe and sound from here on out. Give him a nice pat, either on his arm or head, and he’ll happily grunt away. Doc pats Hank from time to time and Hank absolutely loves it. However, only you and Doc are allowed to do that, anyone else will be dealt with immediately. Hank definitely doesn’t mind being treated like a dog from time to time. If he’s in a good mood you can call him a good boy and put his face in your hands, he eats that right up. Be enthusiastic about it as well and he’ll lightly headbutt you. Don’t get mad at him for doing so, he doesn’t know what to do with these positive emotions, so he goes straight for gentle violence again.
Going on dates with the two of them mostly consists of something simple. Doc usually suggests Burger Gil’s since no one cares that Hank is there. People are there for the food, not to get mauled by Hank, so they usually leave you alone. Sometimes the three of you go to take a look at the red sun on a cliff as well, though, and reminisce about the better times. Hank still remembers the greenery that used to be in Nevada. He doesn’t remember it well since he doesn’t miss it in the slightest, but he’s lived a good chunk of his life surrounded by plants. Doc barely remembers them, but he still thinks back on them fondly. While neither of the two of them may be sentimental people, they do like discussing the past. There’s always something new to be learned about each other. There’s this unspoken trust between the three of you, so you know each other better than anyone else. For example, you know that Hank likes being picked up, even if he’s far too tall and heavy for that these days. Sometimes you pretend to try and pick him up just to make him feel good. One fact you’ve learned about Doc is that he sometimes, when you and Hank are asleep, likes to hold one hand of each of you. Sometimes he can’t sleep well, or at all, so he opts to spend that time resting from time to time. He won’t particularly go all out in holding you since he doesn’t wanna risk waking you, you’re both extremely tired, after all, but he does like holding your hands, sometimes playing with your fingers as well. He denies this, but you both know it happens. Sometimes Hank makes fun of Doc for it in his usual demeanour, but he secretly loves it. Hank’s favourite activity aside from killing and maiming is helping you and Doc out with whatever you need, even if it’s just holding the wrench. Doc loves showing you his creations. While he knows you likely won’t understand a word he’s saying, he explains them to you anyway. Besides, if he’s made a mistake thinking it over, then he’s more likely to find it while talking. Besides, he gets to spend time with you, what else could he possibly want?
#madness combat#madness combat x reader#hank j wimbleton#hank j wimbleton x reader#2bdamned#madness combat doc#2bdamned x reader#doc x reader#this got surprisingly long sorry about that. I was just in a writing groove it seems#really tired again today but hey tomorrow is Thursday for me and on Friday I'm gonna take a nap#it's been fun writing for Madcom again but I really gotta replay the game. I haven't had the time to do that just yet#between work and writing and other mandatory things I barely have time for anything at all these days#I barely get an hour for myself per day these day unfortunately. but oh well. writing can be fun#I just wish I had more ideas of my own on what to write. I had an idea today but I'm not sure if I should write it#well I don't have much to say. but I think I'm gonna write Hank differently from how I used to#I still have a few requests I wrote back then that I never posted plus another drabble about white Hank in my drafts#it's finished but I haven't gotten around to posting it since I'm not satisfied with it at all. writer's curse I suppose#I think I'm gonna cut my rambles short this time. have a nice day anon. and anyone else reading this too
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IPKKND LIVE BLOG SEASON - 1 [EPI - 3]
Cooommmeee onnnnn. Let'zzz beegggiiiinnnn.
Satvik Mishthaann Bhandaar. Khushi opens the cylinder's regulator's knob. Picks up the oil cannister, with tears glistening in her eyes.
Khushi's flashbacks of the lines that broke her heart :
i) "Mat kaho hume Amma." (Don't call me your mom.)
ii) "Payal iski sagi behen hoti tabahu aisi harkat karat?" (Had Payal been her real (blood-related) sister then would she do something like that ?")
iii) "Aaj tum saabit kar dee ho ki tum humra khoon naahi ho." (Today you have proved that you don't consider us as your own.)
iv) "Tum jaisi ladkiyon ka kya hai, ek jayega dusra phasaa lena." (This should not be a problem for girls like you, if one slips away then trap another.)
3. ANDDDDD- she lights the gas and makes jalebis. As we all get to know that stress eating and stress cooking are her outlets.
4. Sun comes up and we are in the next day. Hii Bitwa. Good morning.
5. We see Arnav, again, drowned in the horrors of his past. The head of his PR team comes and informs about the damage control but also tells his boss about his suspicions that some media people might still have managed to get hold on a few photos and videos.
6. But Bitwa is in no mood to listen. He gives him a threat, straight, of getting black-listed from the corporate market and having to spend the rest of his life in a 'kiraane ki dukan' (General store). Calm down angry young man, it's not good for your health.
7. He asks about his schedule to Rajesh (his secretary? then who was Aman? Lol. Whatever.)
8. Oh. So Bitwa eats oats(or toasts? Whatever.) for breakfast everyday. He is surprised to see channe ki roti, (orange-?) juice and fruits. He asks about the change and-
9. There comes his Di. "Hum jaante the, ki tum hume miss kar rahe hoge, chhotte." Look at his face. It's like 'not again'. Lol. Just sibling things.
10. So, Di wants her chhotte to complete her mannat and Our Bitwa has a very valid question, "Di mannat aapne maangi hai toh mujhe kyun puri karni padegi?" (Di, if you had asked for the wish then why do I have to complete it?) Lol. Just some Bitwa things.
11. I agree with Bitwa, here, Di. Why does he have to- OH OH OH I FORGOT- HE HAS TO MEET HIS WIFE THERE. HOW STUPID OF ME TO FORGET. Lol.
12. On a serious note, I hope you know the symbolization, here, Anjali, herself, called Khushi into Arnav's life, as his mannat.
13. Arnav, begrudgingly, accepts to go to the dargah for completing the wish. But. Of course. Without having the channe ki rotis, his Di made.
14. Excuse? Me? Khushi? Is? Still? Making? Jalebis? Like? What the-?
15. HAhahahahahisddifvoaidawdw. Jalebiyan ka mount everest. I am wheezing. (Jalebis' mount everest)
16. Lol. In an interview, Sanaya had mentioned that she likes all type of sweets except jalebis. I cannot help myself but focus on that thing. Babuji offers her a jalebi and Khushi is shown taking a bite, only that Sanaya did not take a bite, she just pretended to. I just cannot overlook it. Ok back to the serious-ness. Stop distracting me, okay?
17. I want to say something. I- it's so beautiful and heart touching, a father consoling his daughter but making her understand her mistake but also making her feel that whatever she did, that is to stand up against dowry system, is also A VERY RIGHT DECISION, but her way of taking matters into her hand, was also very wrong, she should have talked about this to her father. I felt so at peace. The father-daughter duo give off such a beautiful, soft and touching vibe.
18. He also consoles her for the things that Buaji said to her last night. In fact, he started the conversation with those words. Coz he knows and understands how gut wrenching it might have been to listen those harsh words.
19. The society people gather up and show their support and understanding towards Shashi babu and his family.
20. Stop making those annoying faces, Buaji.
21. Bitwa is on his way to the dargah. He asks his manager not to cancel his meeting but says will get delayed by 10-15 minutes.
22. They have reached the dargah. Khushi's first ever 'Laad Governor' makes an appearance. She talks of giving him a mouthful if she sees him ever again.
23. Did you notice this too? Arnav has changed his suit. Earlier, this morning he was wearing a grey? suit, i think and now there's a shiny black suit, with black aviators.
24. He starts walking and guess what, the cravat is back. *heart eyes*
25. Bitwa is well, Bitwa. Someone comes and tries to ward off evil eye with those peacock feathers and the way he dodges it off with making that face. Lol.
26. Payal tells Khushi to cover her head and Arnav, being an obedient jethji/jijaji, covers his head as well.
27. Is it coincidental that the first syllable of Arziyaan song starts just as Arnav enters the frame? And also the fact that the song is addressed in first person pronoun so it seems like it's been sung on Arnav's behalf.
28. "Tere derr pe jhuka hun, mitta hun, bana hun." (I have been destroyed and re-made myself (by hardships of life?) and I am bowing down at your doorstep.) This line, in fact, this whole song is made for our dear broken Arnav baby only, and only for him. I got emotional. Wow. Back to the epi.
29. Payal goes to take the niyaaz and Khushi crosses Arnav's way and her dupatta wraps up around his head. I think, he is kind of intrigued by it, coz he keeps looking at the back of that girl, in all white. Also, maybe tries to -identify?- her-what's with that unreadable expression Bitwa?
30. "Pyaas le ke aaya tha, dariya woh bhar laaya,
noor ki barish mein, beeghta-sa tar aaya."
How beautifully these lines along with Arnav entering the main entrance of the dargah, have been synced together. I mean. Wow. (Click the lines to read the translation.)
31. Inside the mazhaar. Khushi, what is this behaviour? Wait for your husband.
32. I really got a few second goosebumps here. The fact that they are just a mere inches away, separated by that-wall?- tying the sacred threads, praying for their loved ones.
(Arnav, I hope so you are praying and not thinking that you are the mighty ASR and you don't need all that blessings and shit, just pray. For yourself. For your mental health, my boy. You need it. Believe me. You really do.)
33. "O ek khushboo aati thi,
mein bhatakta jata tha,reshm-si maya thi,
aur main takta jata tha."
Are they hinting at the telepathy that Arnav will start experiencing after a few days? Uhhuhh, foreshadowing, I see. Writers are very clever.
34. Khushi is complaining, to Khwajaji, about her meeting with 'woh'. Lol. Tell me Khushi. Who is this 'woh' here? I did not understand.
Also, Khushi says that, for the first time, she had to hide something from her babuji which means no one knows about their first meeting yet.
Khushi and her 'woh' sitting opposite to each other. One complaining while the other listening looking around with a frown in his face.
35. Do you know this fact that girls in India, after getting married, address their husband as 'woh' to every one else and even if they have to take their name, they add an extra 'ji' after it.
Did you see what I did there? Heh. I iz veri kelever.
Bitwa is looking at his wife leaving, after ranting about him.
36. Are you following her Bitwa? Do you love her already? So. Both are there, to tie their 'mannat ka tala'. Khushi prays to Khwajaji, to get her sister married to a good man, as she cannot bear to see her sad. On the contrary, look at Bitwa's face. He is doing 'all this' just for 'his Di's happiness.' And careless bitwa, instead of keeping the key in his pocket, lets it slip away from his hands. I realized that I loved the BG score here.
But, his wife Khushi will make sure he rightfully gets back his mannat ki chabi. Look at Arnav's face, when she calls out, to hand him the key. He already knows it's the same girl (the girl from that previous night).
37. He does not turn immediately. Look closely, he turns as if to gauge her reaction. Her polite-slight- smile drops as she realizes that it's her 'woh'. Khushi, still very much affected by last night's harassment, clutches her neck-line, in fear. Arnav looks at her face, already smitten tells her to 'phek do' it. (Throw away)
Turns back and leaves. Khushi realizes that he 'phir suna diya' to her. (He, again, had the last word.)
38. The BG score, that is playing, here, is basically played for Khushi every time whenever she has an idea for some thing in general or is talking to devi maiyya (i think?) or is talking to herself or is ranting about her LG or has a 'brilliant' idea to exasperate her LG and here, is giving a pep talk to herself.
39. Arnav is doing his ASR walk without disturbing anyone and Khushi is doing her 'Hum Khushi Kumari Gupta' style running, skidding, jumping and scaring everyone around her, with her chaotic run.
40. Khushi comes to a stop. Arnav notices her and stops as well. My God. How is it possible that I can literally feel her, being out of breath and not being able to get out a single word from her mouth, without breathing loudly, just after running a -what-few meters-? Lol. I love Sanaya.
41. Bitwa is like 'calm down babe, have some water and sit down first.' So, Arnav is staring at her and walking towards her, with slow and careful steps. Khushi, obviously afraid, steps away from him, trying to maintain a safe distance.
42. Screen freezes at Khushi's face and starts to fade out. *quickly pauses it* Precap. Don't like spoilers.
P.S. : I thought their argument over god and their beliefs would be in this one only. Btw, I loved Khushi's look and hair as well. Arnav's was fine. I loved loved loved babuji's scene with Khushi in the morning. I loved it. It was so soothing for Khushi, as well as, for all of us viewers too. Also, all the 'wife' and 'woh' jokes that I made for Khushi and Arnav are still not relevant, here, because of the harassment that was shown in the last one, so please don't take it seriously, I just did it to add some humor to it. Please don't take it the wrong way. Ok, bye. Have a great day/night ahead. God bless you.
Next Episode!
#arnav and khushi#arnav singh raizada#ipkknd#khushi kumari gupta#arshi#ArShi#iss pyaar ko kya naam doon#i get so hella tired after completing this#but there is still some work left#i have to proof read it myself#going to sleep ryt now its still afternoon i sleep in the afternoon#bye y'all#coming back in a few hours to publish this#okay i have to tell you some thing#today a follower asked for the epi 3 live blog as i did not post anything the whole day yesterday#i was so so SO overwhelmed when i read that comment#like literally?#they were WAITING for ME TO WRITE IT????#like what the fck how did i become so noticeable#okay bye y'all#i have an exam on 5th#wish me luck#go and tie a mannat ka tala for me okay#i need it#ok bye#i have gone mad#lol#bye.
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i love it when shit happens in my life that dredges up old wounds and coincidentally im re-experiencing the media i intrinsically link it to cause then i get to remember exactly why i love it and find it so meaningful all over again. there's a fucking reason ill always say Berserk [& RGU] both came into my life at a perfect fucking time and holy shit they fucking resonated with me so hard and as much as life can suck ass and lovvves kicking me in the balls when ive just recovered from last time i a least get to remember how & why i love something so much.
#thebirdspeaks#ive been trying to make a coherent post about Berserk and specifically the duality of Casca and Guts as victims post eclipse#because there are issues but also it resonates so well with me regardless#i cant word it pretty but i think its something about Casca and Guts both being victims and responding in opposite ways#and because they are so tightly linked you can almost see them as one victim experiencing the duality of victimhood#as an internal struggle made into two separate people#i flip flop between who i relate to more in relation to my own trauma#and there is plenty to criticize with the writing choices around Casca dont get me wrong#but as much as people criticize her mind breaking and turning into a shell of herself that needs constant help as something entirely negati#i sure as fuck was not given that space and care to be broken#its very nuanced but i think so few people write victims sympathetically that as much as turning into a mess can appear overdone#being cared for and given space and help and being allowed to be a burden is a powerful thing#and i find the expectation to be strong in the face of what you went though is much more common and damaging to me#anyway as many issues as i have i think Casca being allowed to be a victim as much a she was is why i love Berserk so much and while i thin#it could be better if some things were changed#but im not sure if it would have hit as hard and meant as much to me when i was wobbling between mindless rage and want for revenge#and just being broken and tired and weak and scared#reading Guts protect Casca like he did#showed me that that part of me could protect and is better off channeling the mindless rage into protecting whats important to me and what#needs it#letting me demand protection and love and sympathy for my weakest self in my darkest hours#i know im far from objective & my opinions are not universal#but the fact Casca is allowed to be a victim so fully and not just a hashtag girlboss who struggles her way out#well i wouldn't call Guts a girlboss but actually i think that's why it worked.#because between the two they cover the two ends of the common depictions of victimhood: forced to stay strong and allowed to be weak#anyway im about to hit tag limit i love you f you read this far and if you think this is horseshit then please don't say#if you think im right and sexy about it pile the love on meee<3
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tummy hurts my final message goodbye
#ive had mild pelvic pain for like. half a week now. its a bit like period cramps + in the same area but not as intense. idfk why#I dont think its bowel (<-no other symptoms and pain area is too low down) or bladder related (<- usually more painful + affects peeing)#sometimes I do get cramps a few days before my period but im midway thru my cycle and idk its not usually like this#not ovulation pain either bc thats supposed to only last a few hours. i dont fucking knooooww#im trying not to think abt it or complain abt it bc if i focus on it too much ill imagine its worse than it is. its rly not that bad#just consistent which is annoying. hopefully itll pass in a few more days. adulthood is all abt having mysterious random pains in ur body#sorry for tmi abt my internal bodily functions do u guys still think im cool.#eurghhh. im glad i went out to parkour today but man i rly wasnt feeling like it. another depression weekend :-(#but its ok im a bit tired of complaining abt being depressed. who give a shit. im doing all i can at the moment and thats fine#back to jobhunting tmr hopefully itll be more fruitful. im expecting to hear back from a few ppl. we'll see. rolling my rock back uphill#im gonna go get a hot water bottle i think... my hands are soooo cold and maybe itll soothe tummy pain too#and then read a little more.. finished giovannis room earlier (so fucking good but. devastating) so im back onto deaths end#just another 350 pages to go.. v curious to see where its gonna end up cuz so much crazy shit keeps happening. im just at the fairytales#hope my loyal followers are having a peaceful weekend.... farewell#.diaries
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#starting to think that multivitamins really can save me#a few times lately I've gotten the symptoms of Something starting. without fail I've slept it off#I've been going nonstop trying to get my final project done and getting things read for Christmas#(just worked several hours on hw and I'm gonna shower and drive an hour and a half to my parents' now)#and i went to bed at two last night#but my body's like nah you got this you're God's strongest soldier#so that's nice but also my brain is tired#it all ends Saturday 🙃#anyways it's been a while since i made a god hearty tags post. this is a time honored tradition and i gotta do my part#hope everyone's having a nice holiday season ✨🌜#oh and don't forget to take your vitamins! the end.
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Wondering if I feel weird about jobs bc I have almost exclusively worked high stress high turnover jobs
#I'm the most senior tech in my pharmacy and i haven't even been there for a full year yet#i think i need to re-establish a work/life balance bc im just so tired. i need to let myself have my silly hobbies or SOMETHING#the extra money is nice but I'm really paying for it and i can't let this keep going#it's like. I'm seeing my friends get jobs and i wanna be happy for them but i think about how#when I'm out of work for a few days and I'm prepping to go back. I'll just sit on the edge of my bed and look at the floor#and think about how i do want more time to myself. to read. to draw. to not spend 8 hours on the floor#and that feeling comes up every time someone else mentions entering the workforce#it's an almost existential sort of dread for me#and let me be clear - i actually don't hate my job. people are another beast entirely but my actual job? not terrible at all imo#it just. takes a lot of time and energy and it makes me feel concerned for other people picking up jobs#but i mean. I'm also disabled in multiple ways and need more rest anyways; not everyone functions like me#but it's still a nagging feeling that comes back to me every so often U_U#shai speaks
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SaL anon here my friend after a very, very long week. This is actually my 3rd attempt at sending you an ask. First, I finally had time and was excited to type up something for the latest episode and then the Buck LI stuff came out and the mood for that was killed. Next I had mostly typed up my salty thoughts only to have my internet go down (yes, I whined at home "what i was going to read??!!" and pointedly ignored my very much filled bookcase because my ships aren't in them). So here let's see if this one works out.
So how is it KR and the promo dept always manage to kill any joy we have when we get fed any kind of Buddie content (the follow-up to the Eddie getting shot, and the 5b and premier come to mind here)?? Seriously Buck and Eddie more or less went on a date and had family night together and almost immediately they came back with "look Buck and Eddie are going to go on dates!!". Its exhausting cause it seems like any time they put out a story that might even be slightly suggestive of them being more than platonic bros they insist on following it up with stories to "prove" they are, no matter how recycled those plots are.
And okay let's take a second here to ask WTF is KR doing with these characters? In 6b alone we've had Buck dying, a coma dream, PTSD, super powers, and now he's getting a crush, and we STILL haven't finished the accursed sperm donor storyline??!! Bobby and Athena investigated had the death of a beloved friend 🙄 plot, HenRen had the nonsensical Denny secretly seeing his Dad which was never an issue before plot, and Madney and Eddie are just kinda there?? The other characters have had at best one storyline where the audience has to either invent or rewrite the backstory for. But for Buck he's had like 50 plotlines, none of which have really gone anywhere? I love Buck but I'd rather have him have 1 good arc and resolution than whatever this bullshit is. I'd easily take that screentime and give it to any of the other characters if it meant we got 1 well thought out and executed storyline. Instead we're just recycling and redressing old plots for everyone else while KR uses a magnetic poetry set to plan what Buck's doing from episode to episode. We have 5 episodes left in the season, 4-5 guest characters that are going to be incorporated (including 2 much beloathed ones 🙄🙄🙄), and nothing really setup for our mains to do (even Eddie dating isn't setup, it literally hasn't come up after Ana and you'd think they could have in 6a while he was watching his son mature).
Anyway, I'll stop the rant here though there's definitely more I could say. I'll close off saying I hope you're feeling better today since this week looks like its been rough on you. Sending you virtual tea, soup, and hugs!!
Long week is RIGHT my friend! I'm so sorry you were foiled in your previous attempts! I am right there with you on the Buck LI stuff just...sucking a lot of the joy out of things for me. Because of course we're doing this again 🙄🙄🙄 I was even writing up notes on a possible fic and you KNOW I haven't written anything since Malex and even that was before s4 started. But alas. That sucks about the power going out! I hate when that happens especially if I was in the middle of something! (Also I am SO with you. I keep buying books and then just...not reading them because my brain says "it's not our blorbos so no.)
I am just...so tired at this point. Like yes these people *may* not stick around, but even so, I don't want to loose out on Buddie scenes and Buckley-Diaz family scenes! I don't want Buck to have 90% of his time and discussions with some new character I do not know or care about instead of Eddie and the firefam! They already tried to do that with BT and it was the woooooorst! I want Eddie to have screentime and arcs but again, I don't want the little time we DO get to be wasted on some random side character! And lets be honest, there is no person they can introduce at this point that can compare with the relationship Buck and Eddie have already built and the ways in which they are the perfect partners for what each other needs. So the options are to a) cut down on seeing that relationship so their new het ones don't look so shitty and lame in comparison, b) have these women be mostly just Blurry Girlfriends in the background with no personality or depth just to have the boys paired off so they don't have to do Buddie while still centering their relationship so people can't call them out for not committing to Buddie because their "friendship" looks basically the same, or c) give them LIs that are basically the other's personalities transplanted into a female body in order to have the relationship be anything close to what Buck and Eddie need in a life partner. These are all terrible options, and I hate them, more than I hate the idea of them ending up single even though it undercuts their own narrative set up for the characters but that's a cop-out too.
ANYWAY
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 to everything about Buck's 700 shitty arcs this season while everyone else is mostly twiddling their thumbs. KR is literally the worst at pacing and planning, and constructing a season with any kind of flow. On the bright side, Ravi is coming back and Chim is going to get to do something! I'm so excited! I was really hoping for more of him and Bobby teaming up last week because the little crumbs we got were GOLD.
I did have a very emotionally rollercoaster-y week and the show being Like This absolutely Did Not Help, but I am making it work. Mostly with loooots of fic. Cheers friend, lets see if we can make it through the finale intact, if Buddie dreams can make it through the finale intact, and if the SHOW can make it through the finale intact with how these renewal negotiations are going.
#my sweet nonnie friends#sleeping at last anon#911#911 spoilers#IDC how it turns out 5 episodes from now or next season this is literally a repeat of s2 AND s4#with eddie getting with someone and buck going back to trying to date right after#i am TIRED#i am OVER them running things in circles and going nowhere#and i am sick of kr ruining everything about the show with her incompetence and her obsession with cheap drama#GOD and the sperm donor thing is STILL fucking going!#didn't she say how “fun” it could be to see buck trying to date in the middle of all that?!#GOD if i think too hard about that storyline or the next few episodes i just get filled with rage#so i'm gonna go read some fic and calm down#but it is past time for her to go for REAL#get that woman AWAY from buck and his arcs and the whole damn show actually#brb gotta go scream into the woods for an hour
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#i feel like venting and not a lot of people follow me here so i figured this is the best place to do it#i'm just so tired all the damn time#depression has been kicking my ass#and i've been trying for so long to get a handle on it#and nothing seems to work#going to possibly be starting a new med in a few weeks but idk#i just want to feel normal but i feel like i'll never get to that point#and then there's the fact that i don't really have any friends#the only person i do stuff with is my mom which is kinda sad#but idk how to meet people#ugh i'm just so done with everything#like work has also sucked recently#i had to leave after like half an hour on wednesday and took the rest of the week off#and my boss has been super understanding which is great but again i just want to feel normal and be able to do my work#i feel like such a failure in every aspect of my life#i'm 25 and what have i accomplished?#i know everyone goes at their own pace but god i feel like i'll never catch up#okay i think i'm done now#i doubt anyone read this but if you did uhhhh thank you and i hope you're doing well xo#jace talks#delete later?
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