#** ❰Out of Character❱ She signs her letters with X’s and O’s

[s-soup111]

Make sure it kills me

Paring: Jinshi x (f) Reader

Genre: angst

Tags: , one-sided love, arranged marriage, hanahaki au

“You’re breaking me.” You concluded in your letter. It’s not as if you were going to send it anyway, you placed the carefully folded letter into your locked drawer along with all your other heartfelt paragraphs. What was the point? He didn’t return your feelings anymore. Yes, maybe you did once share small intimate glances, hold pinkies as you walked down the flower garden together. Maybe you did share secret kisses under the softening gaze of the moon-lit pond. Where did that go?

“Was it ever real?” You ask yourself.

Maybe it was. But that was all in the past, Jinshi no longer belongs to you, he belongs to that servant named Maomao. You’ve seen the way he looks at her, with gleaming eyes and intrigued grins. You’ve seen how he gave her his hair pin, you’v seen it all. Jealousy swirling in the pit of your stomach, how pitiful.

Why does he love her? She’s just a servant, strange green hair and a freckled face, she is nothing compared to a beauty like you- you held a graceful complexion, you had an air of confidence not only beautiful but superiority. Just as the daughter of the emperor should. You were perfect, so why doesn’t he look your way anymore? Maybe it was because of how perfect you were. Maomao was anything but perfect, an unpredictable character and lower class. So imperfect but kind.

You choke on something, suddenly you find it difficult to breathe. You struggle in your room but no one comes to help you, all your ladies in waiting are outside by your order. How ironic. You hyperventilate in your own room, coughing, tears swelling in your eyes- you reach out trying to grasp onto something. You fall and your sight fades.

Jinshi is not aware of your falling ill until Maomao is summoned into your quarters. Jinshi knows you will be fine, he is not so concerned for your health as he knows Maomao will fix you some way or another, so he does not find the need to visit you. Not until Maomao ushers him urgently with a sense of panic in her eyes does he start to notice something is wrong.

“The madam is severely ill.”

Jinshi rushes to your quarters as soon as he hears this, you never get ill, so why now? As the emperor’s daughter you have been treated with the utmost care, therefore almost never falling ill. He drags Maomao with him, telling her to fix you immediately, not a request, an order. She’s never seen him this way, not with sweat falling from his face in panic, eyes scanning you with concern, hands shaking. Not the usual flirty, perverted man she’s used to.

You open your eyes, searching around your room for any signs of human presence, you see Maomao sitting next to you, head hung low with dark circles sitting under her shut eyes. She must have taken a long time to treat you, you are grateful. You try to raise yourself but it strains your body, your arms supporting your body are weak and unstable, you let out a dry cough- leaving behind a beautiful pink petal on your bed; yet you do not notice and leave your room quietly.

The moon is bright; yet it is a cold and star-less night, you stare at it for some time before you feel the icy breeze get to you. Your body feels weak and worn. In another timeline, Jinshi would wrap his robes around you, shielding you away from the wrath of the night. You walk away pathetically, not the blood trickling from your mouth.

Jinshi watches you from a distance, he is paralyzed by your beauty, ethereal in the moonlight fanning your pale skin, he watches you gaze into nothing in particular, he sees puffs of smoke leave your mouth every time you exhale. You must be cold, he is too unsure if he should go towards you. He sees you turning to move away, his eyes catches something but isn’t sure what it is. Suddenly, he realizes Maomao isn’t next to you and worries. But this time, he worries for you than her.

You are heard by the maids weeping and sobbing in your sleep, often beseeching Jinshi to come home, the life left your body, only leaving some empty shell, your body pained and ached, vomiting blood and pretty pink petals, your health declined to the point you could not manage your household affairs and Jinshi was forced to take over. Jinshi visited your room as much as he allowed himself to; he watched your weak frame struggle to breathe as more tears rolled down your face.

For some reason his heart ached to see you like this, he thought he’d lost feelings years ago. Maybe his heart just didn’t want to let you go.

“Beloved..?” You reach out one night. Jinshi is nose-deep into his work as he hears your voice. He turns around abruptly, heart hammering in his chest. You looked enthralling even deeply ill. Though, you had tears staining your face, “Jinshi, please.” You cried. You coughed, spitting out flowers that tasted bitter on your tongue.

“You’re breaking me, please stop this my love,”

“You know I can’t do that,”

“Then kiss me. Kiss me like you love me, tell me you love me even if you have to lie.”

“I love you.”

You look at him, the ache in your heart has not gone.

“You’re merciless.”

[lyranova]

Hello! Im not sure if your requests are still open but if they are could I pls ask for Fuegoleon, nozel and nacht (or just fue and nozel) with a sweet and lovely s/o who is mute because of some trauma from before she started dating them and something happens like the boys save her or does something exceptionally romantic and s/o talks for the first time in years and it's his name?? It's so fluffy and cute I'm gonna combust >x<

Hiya anon! My requests are open so don’t worry! And Of course, and since you requested for 3 characters I’m going to assume these are Headcanons and not fics 😅. They aren’t really romantic but I do think/hope they are sweet, and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of Trauma and being Mute

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Fuegoleon:

• Was a little worried when you wrote a letter to him, asking if it was okay if you went on a mission with him and his squad. He didn’t want you to get hurt, or for something on the mission to accidentally trigger your trauma. But after some persistence he reluctantly allowed her to tag along.

• He made sure to keep you safe the entire time. Even though you were mute you were still able to communicate your feelings to him through various means, whether it was sign language, body language, or by writing notes and letters. It took him a while to learn it all, but now was able to tell how you were feeling with ease.

• During the mission Fuegoleon left you alone for a moment to check on his squad almost as soon as he did the ground beneath you cracked and rumbled before splitting open. You watched the sky get farther and farther away as you fell further and further into the cracked ground. But before you could close your eyes and accept your fate you watched Fuegoleon and Salamander appear in the sky.

• The quickly flew down into the cracked ground with you and Fuegoleon scooped you up into his arms and held you close before Salamander flew you all out. Fuegoleon tried to comfort you as you shook in fright, this was one of the reasons he hadn’t wanted you to come along.

• “ F-F…ue…Fue…goleon.” The man in question blinked in surprise and looked down at you. You had tears in your eyes but a smile on your face. “ Fuegoleon…thank…you.” You continued to speak and Fuegoleon felt tears well up in his eyes. You had never spoken a single word since you two had been together, and now you did. He wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug.

Nozel:

• Nozel had been firm in not allowing you to accompany him on missions. You could get hurt or used as a hostage were his reasons. You pouted and signed to him about how none of those things would happen and that you could take care of yourself!

• Of course Nozel knew this too, but still he couldn’t help but worry. He loved you dearly and was very protective of you after you told him about the trauma you suffered that caused you to become mute. He didn’t want you to see or experience something that would make it worse.

• But finally he relented and allowed you to go on a mission with him. It was a small, easy one that had a 0% chance of you getting scared or injured.

• And yet even with that 0% chance you somehow managed to get lost. You hadn’t meant to get seperated from the squad. You walked and walked for what felt like hours before you finally stopped to take a rest. You wiped the frustrated tears out of your eyes and waited for someone to find you. After a minute you heard some twigs snap behind you, thinking it was a predator. You grabbed the nearest branch and swung at it with your eyes closed once it got near.

• You felt something grab a hold of the branch and you opened your eyes to see Nozel standing there with a worried expression. “ No…zel?” You said softly as the tears that had welled in your eyes earlier suddenly spilt over. Nozel looked at you in surprise. “ Noz…el.” You repeated and before you could say anything else Nozel grabbed you and wrapped his arms around you. He was so happy to hear you say his name for the first time. He softly told you that it was okay and that you were safe.

Nacht:

• Nacht wasn’t going to let you go out on a mission with him period. The missions he went on were particularly dangerous and he didn’t want you to get hurt. After you told him how you went mute due to trauma he made your safety and security his number one priority.

• Instead he decided to take you out on a scouting mission. It was simple, easy, and the two of you could get away from everyone for a short amount of time. Plus nothing eventful ever happened on them, aside from his Devil’s giving him a hard time.

• You and Nacht stayed hidden behind a group of rocks as you watched the targets move back and forth, Nacht quietly told his devils that they were to protect you at all costs if an enemy were to appear. Gimodelo began to tease him about it a bit before you pulled on Nacht’s sleeve to get his attention.

• “ N-N…Nacht.” You had whispered as you pulled on his sleeve. He and Gimodelo blinked and turned to look at you. “ N-Nacht…L…Look!” you whispered again and Nacht turned to look and saw a bunch of beautiful fireflies flying around them.

• But he couldn’t focus on that, because at the moment he was so happy and elated that you were able to overcome your trauma and actually say something. He suddenly pulled you into the tightest hug he could manage without hurting you. Seeing you come over your trauma and push past your limits gave him the hope that maybe he would be able to too.

[mumms-the-word]

A Room in Redcliffe

Part 1

Characters: Warden Alistair x Warden Amell (Lucy) Summary: It's 9:42 Dragon and Lucy Amell has finally returned from her quest out west to search for a cure to the Calling. In the last letter she wrote to her husband, Alistair, she asked him to meet her at Redcliffe at the start of summer. She's just arrived to get a room in Redcliffe for the two of them...and hope that he shows up. A/N: A (late-posted) gift for the AWESOME AND TALENTED @elspethdekarios! Glad you've joined me in my DA obsession and that you love Alistair as much as I do! This fic is a continuation of sorts of these Love Letters. Part 2 is here!

“One room, please,” Lucy said, placing a few coins on the tavern bar. “For three nights, if possible.”

“Aye, it’s possible,” the innkeeper said, scooping the coins into his hand. “Just gimme a moment, these old eyes, you know…”

He began to sift through the coins in his palm, counting them out. As he counted, Lucy let her eyes trail over the room, slowly taking in the guests, the furniture, the space. It had been some time since she last set foot in this old tavern. So much had changed since then.

The old Gull and Lantern. She had barely noticed the name or the sign the first time she’d walked in, all those years ago. Too busy trying to prepare the village for a horde of undead to notice things like tavern signs, and then too busy arguing with the owner at the time to ask him the name of the place. She’d been certain that the tavern would be destroyed by dawn, no matter how well they fought the shambling corpses. Names hadn’t mattered at the time.

But it was a hardy old building. It had made it through the attack of undead and the Fifth Blight, as well as every conflict that had cropped up since then—including the drama of the last year, all of which she had missed entirely. Mages versus Templars, holes in the sky, mage refugees in the village, Venatori plots, and who knew what else. And that was just in Redcliffe. It was strange to hear about it all secondhand.

She wondered what that greedy old bastard of an innkeeper would think, knowing his humble tavern had made it through the end of the world two or three times over? Thanks in part to the woman who’d come in threatening him to get him to defend the village, plus a dozen other heroes he’d never met in the years following.

Thankfully this new innkeeper was not that man. She didn’t recognize him in the slightest, thank the Maker, which meant he hadn’t the faintest idea who she was either. Even so, she kept her cloak hood up. Better to stay unnoticed for now.

He sniffed loudly and pocketed the coins. “Looks to be in order, ma’am. Now ye said three nights? Got a room just down the hall there, and then another in the back. Which would ye like?”

“Is the first upstairs room available? The first one on the left. If so, I’d prefer that one.” She allowed herself a small smile. “I think it has a better view.”

The innkeeper scratched his stubbled cheek and shrugged. “Does it? I never much noticed the view meself. Let me check the keys, one moment.”

As he moved off to sift through the keys in an old cabinet behind the bar, she looked around the room again. It was a little strange coming back to find it so unchanged and yet so different. The bar looked as greasy as ever, but the dining area was bigger. They had more rooms now, but it sounded like her usual room had been left alone. Not that the room was anything special. The “view” was little more than the branches of some hardy old tree too stubborn to let Blights or Breaches bring it down. But then, they’d never selected it for the view.

It felt wrong, now, to rent the room alone.

“Yer in luck,” the innkeeper said, placing a key on the counter. “Looks like that room is available for the takin’. But I’ll cost ye extra. For the view, o’ course.”

She snorted softly, but produced another few silvers. “Of course.” She could haggle, she knew that, but she had coin to spare and…well if a few extra silvers would pay for privacy…

“Thank ye kindly,” the innkeeper said, gathering up the coins. As he did so, hunching a bit over the bar, he glanced up at her, eyes searching beneath her hood. Before she could pull her hood further over her face, his face shifted to an expression of shock. “Hey, ain’t you—”

“Nobody important, I promise,” she said. She picked up the key from the counter and shouldered her bag. “Have a good evening.”

Without waiting for him to respond, she made her way up the stairs to the second floor. Though it had been a few years, she could find her way to the room they always rented even if she were blindfolded. There were so many good memories here. Now, those memories jostled for attention as she fit the key in the lock and turned the bolt, pushing the door open and stepping inside.

Just as she remembered it…give or take some new furniture and a new quilt on the bed. She took a deep breath as she closed the door behind her and set her bag down by the bed.

“Welcome home, Luce,” she whispered to herself. “Now we wait.”

Wait. With nothing but her memories to keep her company.

———

Dawn streamed in through the open windows, spilling hazy golden light over a pair of bodies half-tangled in the sheets on the bed. They’d pulled the newly-painted shutters wide open hours before to let in the night breeze, hoping for some relief from the heat of the summer’s day, something to cool the sweat that slicked their skin from a night of impassioned lovemaking.

Lovemaking. Lucy smiled into Alistair’s shoulder as the dreamy, waking thought came to mind. There truly was no better word for it, was there? Not when it was her and him, her Alistair, her would-be husband.

She breathed deeply of his scent, unwilling to open her eyes just yet. Just days ago, the pair of them had smelled little better than road dust, blackened darkspawn blood, metal, and acrid smoke. Now he smelled faintly of his natural musk and the soap they had used last night in their shared bath. Something earthy and lightly floral. It suited him. She had half a mind to purchase a few bars of the soap from whoever made it locally here in Redcliffe.

Hopefully they’d survived the darkspawn. Or the undead.

The room continued to brighten as the sun rose slowly, waiting for no one, a brand new day in a nation that had the two of them to thank for it surviving the Fifth Blight. As the light grew too bright to ignore, Lucy gave up on dozing and stretched, careful not to wake her sleeping lover, and then lightly rested her hand on Alistair’s chest and her chin on top of her hand, watching him. Waiting for him to wake up.

He was so handsome, especially in this light. Tanned skin with a faint dusting of freckles on his nose, a gorgeous, expressive mouth that she loved to kiss. As he dozed, she tilted her head, admiring the brush of his lashes against his cheek and the fine mess his hair had turned into. She so rarely got to see him this vulnerable. He was usually awake before she was.

A flicker of his eyelids warned her that he might not be as deeply asleep as she thought. She bit her lip against a smile and reached up, lightly tracing a finger down the bridge of his nose to the tip. No reaction. She traced the curve of his lips next, fully expecting him to react with a kiss. But he “slept” on.

She brushed his cheek next, her touch trailing back to his ear. A soft pinch of his earlobe—she was certain she saw his expression shift—then a light touch along the shell of his ear, slowly, slowly, up to the slightly pointed, almost elfin tip—

He gave a dramatic shiver and, in a flash, grabbed her wrist to stop her. “Maker’s breath, woman, you don’t have to torture me like that,” he said, cracking one eye open to squint at her. “I’m awake!”

But he ruined any sulky irritation he was faking with the smile that threatened to take over his lips. She laughed, sitting up, her wrist still caught in his grip.

“Just checking.”

“Suuure,” he said, dragging the word out, the doubt in his tone obvious. But even so, he smiled at last, pulling her arm up and pressing a few kisses to the thin skin of her wrist. He kissed her palm, next, and finally laid her hand flat against his chest, over his heart.

“Good morning, my love,” he said softly, gazing up at her with such blatant adoration that it made her cheeks flush.

She giggled. “Good morning, my darling. Ready to start a brand new, Blight-free day?”

“Mmm, in a moment,” he murmured. He switched his hold on her, looping an arm around her waist, and pulled her on top of him. “I’m not done admiring my beautiful wife.”

“I’m not your wife yet, Alistair,” she reminded him, untangling their legs to straddle him. She sat up, shaking her dark hair back over her shoulders, and couldn’t resist a smirk as she saw his eyes trailing down the length of her body, lingering over her breasts especially. “But admire away, darling.”

He grinned, his hands smoothing up her sides, his touch already raising gooseflesh on her skin.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

———

Lucy sighed, eyes open and staring at the dark ceiling overhead. She turned to lay on her side, but that brought the empty side of the bed into view, and the rest of the empty room beyond. She rolled over to her other side, facing the wall instead. If she stared hard enough, long enough, she might be able to find images in the rough texture of the aged plaster. Maybe that would lull her to sleep.

It had yet to work.

Instead, she stared at the wall, thinking back on that first morning here in this room. How the world had seemed so simple in those days. The threat of a major evil had been eliminated. They were the heroes of the Fifth Blight. Nothing could possibly be worse than what they had already faced, surely.

She scoffed softly to herself. They’d been so young at the time. So naive. There had been no Calling ringing in their ears in those days. No ancient god-like darkspawn to contend with, not yet. The future had seemed so bright.

Twenty or thirty more years to live had seemed so long.

She sighed again, shifting to lay on her back again, her hand absently smoothing over the empty side of the bed. A cool breeze slipped through the crack between the shutters, which she had kept closed for tonight. Old travel habits died hard after more than ten years on the go. Ten years of attempting to avoid as much notice as possible, for safety, for privacy, for peace. Heroism wasn’t all it was cracked up to be—she had realized that long ago. Not when everyone wanted you to fix their problems.

Maybe she ought to open the shutters now. Now that there were other heroes that people wanted. Inquisitors and Champions and the like.

She mulled the thought over in her mind before dismissing it. Not tonight. Not while she slept alone. But tomorrow…

Her love would be by her side again tomorrow.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.

That’s why she wouldn’t sleep. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough. The thought kept her awake even when she knew sleep would bring the dawn faster than anything else. But still sleep wouldn’t come.

Because of course those darkest hours before the dawn played cruel tricks on her mind. Whispers of doubts. Dark visions. Her imagination ran wild with worry, if she didn’t keep it distracted. What should have been a night tossing and turning with anticipation and excitement was instead a slow crawl of hours filled with a churning dread.

What if he didn’t come?

She squeezed her eyes shut and rolled over again, grabbing one of the pillows. Stop thinking like that. She wrapped her arms tightly around the pillow, the way she would if he were here, if the pillow were her husband instead of a sack filled with downy feathers. Time for another distraction.

Memories. Back to that first rosy dawn in Redcliffe after the Blight. Back when she thought the two of them were invincible, and nothing would ever drive them apart.

———

“You know,” Alistair said, murmuring the words lazily into Lucy’s hair as they lay, spent, her body on top of his, the mid-morning sun warming the room around them. “If you think about it, we don’t have any orders. Nothing major to save. No big tasks to accomplish. For the first time, maybe ever, we can do whatever we please. At least for a little while.”

Lucy lifted her head from his chest, curious what he was getting at. “What do you mean?”

He half-shrugged his shoulders. “I mean that it will take weeks for word of the end of the Blight to reach Weisshaupt, and several weeks more for them to issue any orders to the two of us. Assuming they even know what to do with the two of us. I don’t see any need to jump into our next adventure immediately if you don’t.”

“Does that mean you want to stay here?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbows. “In Redcliffe?”

He gave another shrug. “We could.”

“And get married here?” she asked, grinning like a giddy schoolgirl.

A slow smile stole over his lips as he skimmed his fingers up and down her back. “I’m sure Eamon wouldn’t mind hosting a small wedding, if we ask him. If here is where you want a ceremony, that is.”

She sat up, then, straddling him again, her excitement getting the better of her. Ideas were crowding in her mind now, dreamy visions of idyllic futures starring just the two of them, a whole variety of domestic adventures and adventurous domesticity. “And we could get a house?”

He laughed, his hands resting on her hips. “Is that what you want?” he asked, squeezing her curves affectionately. “A house in Redcliffe?”

“I want a house with you,” she said, taking both of his hands and lifting them over his head. She pressed them into the mattress beneath him, using his hands as leverage to keep herself upright. She let her hair fall like a curtain to one side, the ends brushing over his chest and shoulder. “Is that too much to ask?”

“Not if you ask it like that,” he murmured with a crooked smile. He lifted his head to try and snag a kiss from her lips but fell just a few inches short. He flopped back with a pout, making effective use of those big brown eyes she loved so much. The message was obvious.

She rolled her eyes fondly but leaned in and gave him a kiss. “Is that a yes?” she asked, pulling away but keeping his wrists pressed to the mattress. “To finding a house?”

He made a thoughtful noise in the back of his throat. “It’s a maybe. Grey Wardens rarely stay in one place, you know.” He tilted his head to one side. “Are you sure you want to get a house you might not spend that much time in? I thought you liked to travel. After so long in that tower…”

“I do,” she said. “But I…I don’t know, I like the thought of having a house here, too. Somewhere that’s ours, where we’re free to come and go. Where we can hide from the world for a bit and just be ourselves. Does that make sense?”

“Why Redcliffe, though?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. “Why not Amaranthine or some remote village to the east? Not that I’m advocating for any specific place or anything, I’m just curious.”

“I don’t know. Because here is…special?” At his dubious look, she sighed and let go of him, sitting up again.

“Look, maybe the whole idea is silly,” she said, her fingers absently drawing circles in his skin, over his chest. “And maybe it’s really impractical, but…you were raised here. This is your hometown. It’s not terribly far from my mother, if we travel by boat. It’s quiet here. Well, now it is, anyway. It just…seems like a pleasant place to settle down. Eventually. If you want.”

She could feel her cheeks burning to admit so much to him all at once, but at the same time, she didn’t care to take any of it back. Maybe it was too much to ask. Maybe he’d call her foolish. Maybe he’d dismiss the whole idea. But at least she had tried.

And a girl could dream, couldn’t she? She hadn’t had cause to craft little dreams like these in years. Even though mages could marry, weddings were rare in the Circle. Houses were impossible. Families…

Well…she would have to think about that later.

With his hands now free, he rested them on her thighs again, palms warm and slightly rough with callouses from years of wielding a sword and shield in training and in battle. She loved the feel of them on her skin, no matter where he put them.

“A place to settle down?” he asked softly.

She nodded. “Eventually.”

A smile flickered on his lips. “I think I’d like that very much,” he murmured. He reached up with one hand and sank his fingers in her hair, his gaze softening on her face as he played with her dark waves, winding a lock of hair around his finger. “A home somewhere with you? It sounds perfect.”

He brought her down for another kiss, and she could taste the promise on his lips before he even uttered it.

“We’ll find our forever home one day soon. I promise.”

[feeling-grubby]

I want to ramble so I'm gonna ramble about my characters typing quirks and then some quirk ideas I had but not really attached to any characters I plan to make. Just kind of thought of them is all and will probably never use them.

Hollies-> she replaced M's with 3+ in order to match the sign she has. Some people didn't get that at first until I explained it to them. I am told it's annoying typing quirks to deal with

Zynier-> he combines the last letter of a word with the same letter at the start of a new word. For example "standstill = stand still." It's supposed to be kind of slurred together speech as he is secretly very lazy and often eepy.

Tikvah-> she adds the prefix and suffix that are supposed to look like her sign. This is what the two look like with no words between "Ɛ>][<3". She also speaks in 'code'. This code is how middle schoolers use to type in numbers in a calculator and turn it upside down to spell boobs the number sequence being 58008. There are a little over 100 'code words' she uses. An example is "hello = Ɛ>]0.7734[<3" it's probably awful to read through but hey I thought it was neat.

Angora-> his typing quirk is where he upper case every value. To show him stressing and emphasizing vowels to show a pitch change giving him a loud and animated voice. Atleast that was my intent. An example of his quirk in use is "thE qUIck brOwn fOx JUmps Over thE lAzy dOg." He also has the most emoticons to help push the idea even more he is animated and very pressive.

⦕⦿w⦿⦖ - 0_0

⦕-w-⦖ - -_-

⦕^w^⦖ - ^u^

⦕°^°⦖ - *^*

⦕×w×⦖ - x_x

⦕⁰x⁰⦖ - 0x0

⦕TwT⦖ - TwT

⦕OwO⦖ - 0w0

⦕ÔwÕ⦖ - ‘,:/

⦕Ò  ᳕Ó⦖ - >:3

Rakker-> his typing quirk makes as many letters as possible have smile-y faces. I don't really have a reason for this other than I thought it fit a clown character. Here's the example. "The qüic:k br:o)wn f:o)x jümps :o):>er the lazy :D:o)g" If you are having a hard time finding all the faces here.

ü = u

:o) = o

C: = c

 :>  = v

:D = d/D

Maebel-> her quirk is straight forward. She is associated heavily with death so her t's become these weird crosses to resemble cross grave markers. "✣he quick brown fox jumps over ✣he lazy dog."

Piapot-> They doesn't have any but if anyone has suggestions for basically a possum reincarnated into a troll I am happy to hear them. They are precious little non-binary trash baby.

Nvidia-> she has prefix and suffix to resemble computer code, plus whenever replaces e's with 3 hinting at her mutations. I am thinking of changing it soon to be instead three i's to replace the e.

Ex. 1 without change

"<p>th3 quick brown fox jumps ov3r th3 lazy dog:</p>"

Ex. 2 with change

" <p>thiii quick brown fox jumps oviiir thiii lazy dog:</p>"

N/a-> Troll opens up dialogue screaming and ends with screaming the resulting message looking something like this "AAA<hello friend>AAA". More a's are added or taken away depending on the importance of the message, or the intensity of the ton. Also a's with switch between upper case to lower case to help trolls figure out the tone of the message. This man is panicking outwardly 24/7.

N/a-> this one is for a specifically a highblood. Basically they assume people intelligence level and add definitions in parentheses when talking. Making it into a long winded rant suppose to be as annoying as kankri (possibly more annoying even.)

Ex.

"You do not have any significance (meaning; the quality of being worthy of attention/importance) to me. Your existence is null (having or associated with the value zero). There is a dearth (meaning; a scarcity or lack of something) any good qualities within thyself. Your personality makes me discomfit (meaning; cause to lose ones composure) because of the scarcity (meaning; very little of) good qualities(meaning; a distinctive attribute or characteristic possessed by someone or something.) you have. The only reason I have brought myself to stay was your adulation (meaning; excessive flattery or praise) towards me. The rest of your attributes( a quality or feature regarded as a characteristic or inherent part of someone or something) are crude (meaning; in a natural or raw state) and decorum (meaning;behavior that is well-mannered) . I am sorry if you find this as a diatribe (meaning; abusive and bitter attack through speech or writing) towards you but it needed to be said and I need to say this to teach you a much needed and warranted lesson."

The words that he gives definitions for will vary based on who he is talking to. The lower the blood caste the lower the reading level he will assume. If he is talking to a burgundy he will straight up provide definitions for words like "big". When talking to a highblood that is still below him the reading difficulty he assume goes to a college level words. If the highblood is higher than him he is not risking making assumptions and will drop the definitions.

If I ever think of more I will reblog this, and add more. But yeah those are my dumb typing quirks I have thought of.

[benefits1986]

Jedi Master Level Of Happiness & Flowcharts

Millennials like me are battling a silent pandemic called unhappiness. Skip my thought farts but, please, please give the video a shot.  For the record, I tried watching Star Wars in elem days and even high school and college and after college, pero, ‘di ko pa rin ma-dig totally. OK naman siya. Maganda naman storylines and all, pero ang haba masyado. Sorry na. LOL. Pero dahil some really good friends dig it, I shall revisit this one of these days. OK ‘yung ibang recent releases din. Please don’t fight me. :D Try ko one more time. Gets ko rin ‘yung struggles ng mga characters which is spot on. Also, gusto kong Halloween costume ‘yung Darth Vader na rainbow ‘yung lalayan kaso I don’t like parties. 

Plus, I enjoy the May The Fourth Be With Day na merong lightsaber duels. Sleek and my vibe. LOL. Gusto kong wasakin ‘yung lightsaber pero syempre, sa good friend ko ‘yun so, tamang hampas lang ako nung I was given my turn to try it out. Saka this good friend really knows me kaya pinigilan niya ako kasi limited drop lang yata ‘yung lightsaber niya. LERKZ. Nag-sorry naman ako tapos smiled. Pinatawad naman niya ako tapos pinaupo na lang niya ako sa gedli.  ----- Had too many plans for the long weekend, but have to stay home to look after Vidi closely. He’s under anti-anxiety meds, ear meds, meds for his big ass wound and we’d be back next week to check his mass. He’s either a ticking time bomb or major papansin kasi affected talaga siya sa arrival and presence ni KD, my youngest. Hassle talaga household na puro alpha dogs pero ginusto ko ‘to. Super bait naman nila 3 pero talagang alpha male x 3 is always a struggle din kasi lahat sila papansin and clingy. So, yep, life happens. Doc assured me that I can stop overthinking for now, and may be, for good. LOL. Indeed, Vidi is one of my therapy dog and he levels it up this 2023.  When he arrived, he looked at me with his RBF look, male edition. I asked him how he is and he dismissed me, yet again. So far, we’re good, but, let’s see what happens next week and the weeks after the next.  Still unsure about bike skin versus bathroom tape for MatchME but that can wait. Might ride this weekend without ANY sort of protection for MatchME’s pristine frame because she’s all mine after all. Laspagan na this. Char. Pero, pabebe rides lang din naman, so, bahala na. Still hugging her since she’s still boxed up. Dad told me that I should start creating short videos; and should call my followers KA-THICCS. Kaloka, mhie. Naging alipin na talaga siya ng YT and FB vids. He’s also egging me to let him ride MatchME but, wait. He’s lambasting me because he shared he saw one really tall and big biker riding the B. (Sabi pala nung kausap kong taga-South na una kong nakitaan ng Brompton nung 2015, B daw tawag sa Brompton. Damn. Another learning. I like because I like the letter B. So me.) If malapit lang Diliman, I’d really go, but again, I have to stay home with Vidi. Dad is on a tiny trip and he told me that he can let it go since landian trip lang din naman daw ‘yun. Told him that I’d be on long leave after Labor Day and that he deserves some time off the shit hole. LOL. He’s been eating a whole lot the past weeks in between oversleeping --signs of depression or grief. Pero ‘di pa ako nagpupunta sa talk na ‘to with him kasi as a boomer, syempre, hinay-hinay lang. It will come. Diyan muna siya and he needs to also come to terms with his emotions at his own pace and time. Been more lambing (UGH) kahit sungit pa rin ako AF sa kanya kasi I can see deep sadness especially as mother dragon’s birthday is coming up. Ulit-ulit siya na wala na nga siyang asawa, wala pa siyang nanay, so wala na talaga. Finished na. Me: O tapos? Iyak ka?  Side note: Would really need to mandate biking trips with Dad para mabawasan ang chances of spiral niya without him knowing it. Kawawa na naman tuhod ko neto. LOL. Saka baka need ko na gumising ng mas maaga lalo para Tumblr before sunrise tapos onting bike before work from home. Then weekends na puwede kaming sumundot kahit hanggang Binondo or Intra or Westgate or Evia or Manila Mem lang. Gah. So, I need to get back to my sleeping cycle ASAP na ayon sa mga ganaps sa BGC+++. Kakapadog ngayon pa lang pero, let’s do this.  ----  Steven Bartlett is one my recent crushes because of his Dragon Den’s stint. Akala mo alam lahat e pero, seriously, he is a force. Cutie pa. Tapos, I think, he bikes to work or basta, bike. Not sure lang. LOL. Nakakaasar lang talaga at times lalo nung nagse-spread ng hate sa ex niya tapos I think, nagkabalikan yata sila or something. I dont’ follow him naman like a KPop stan but his podcast is really spot on. Very targeted. Yabang pa niya nung wala pa siyang followers. ‘Wag daw i-share ‘yung content niya. LUL. Clickbait na bet. :D Very early adopters and misfits gaming.  I watched this podcast previously but back then, I was laughing sarcastically all throughout. I also agree that happiness is a choice but, I have no other choice then, but to feel shitty or shittier. However, what I learned is that you really have to lower your expectation and mind your own timeline. Must also be because, a year ago, I’ve been in a really, really crazy shit place that I’d want to turn upside down. I was also able to revisit the mindset mother dragon etched in me: CHOOSE TO BE THANKFUL even when things turn bad or go worse. Opak. When she died, I thought this mentality would decompose with her body. I was in disbelief because throughout her life until her the time she’s nearing death, she is thankful for every little win and is gracious in all her defeats. Ganun siya. Ang OG unbothered person pero syempre, she had so many bad days to the point that her self-loathing and self-pity episodes are like unicorns farting rainbows --almost non-existent pero ‘pag dumating, wagas. During those times, I would watch her intently and try my best to hold back my emotions kasi minsan lang talaga siya magpakawala ng emotions na malala. I guess, looking back, I am her safest place. She is rarely an open book and she may have a pretty big circle but she handpicks those she’ll let in. A year or so ago, a spark to turning the crazy shit bits and pieces of my life upside down officially started. Bit by bit, with the help of my people, I’ve managed to make amends like: just do it and know what really, really matters. Things will eventually come around and maybe, turn upside down. :) Not been easy but it’s worthwhile. I’ve started looking beyond my daily grind, my old life where I’d go all out on work but forget that there’s life after clocking out. Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t quietly quit. I simply accepted that validation should come from within. And, just like what mother dragon said: At the end of each day, choose to be thankful. Know what matters most so all the rest are but noises. (GAH. Taurus szn 2023, you are poppin’ so far.)  And last night, this video featuring Bossing Mo popped up after a series of random vlogs. Weird. Pretty accurate and I guess, I needed this rewatch. I dozed off and had a pretty good sleep which I’ve not been getting since V died talaga. I also need to find a distraction outside work kasi ayokong maging workaholic na naman na not about the level up or the merits, but the escape na non-stop, paid pa. LOL. Kung meron lang WA (workaholics anonymous), sumali na ako noon pa. 

So far, sabi naman sa standing ko, decent naman ang ganaps ko. May resibo pa. HAHAHA. Kaya ‘wag ako, mhie. ‘Wag ako. Hindi masamang magkaroon ng life after deadlines. This is a reminder and a warning to myself especially in the coming weeks. LELS. Let’s just let things happen because I’m so pumped talaga. I just can’t explain it but I thrive in disproving assumptions and judgements, in general. Wala lang. Gusto ko lang. Happy high ko. My craving. Ganun lang talaga.  Check ko nga books neto. ‘Yung printed.  Tuwa pa ako sa balls niya to debunk the whole I THINK THEREFORE I AM with matching name para sa brain niya. Gusto mo ‘yun? So normal naman pala ako since I have this notion that the brain has its own world and ikaw pa rin ang magde-decide kung anong gagawin mo. Binibigyan ka lang ng feedback ng brain, hypothalamus pati lahat ng organs and cells mo. LOL. ‘Yan kasi, kakaseryoso sa biology class experiment about tossing genes in the air (papers na may DNA) to see how Charles Mendel’s genetic emerut unfolds. Saka kakanood ng mga dystopian shit like Fringe and pre-dystopian shit like Chernobyl. UGH.  Side Note: Ewan ko ba pero isang reason why gusto kong mag-Europa is because I want to visit concentration camps. The first time I watched videos about how the victims of the Nazi galawan, syempre, hogwashing naman din talaga ‘yung slant pero, beyond that, may stories na alam mong there is something so magical in choosing to be happy, to be thankful kahit anong lagay mo sa buhay na ‘to. Hopefully, ‘pag natupad ‘yun, sana makakausap ako ng mga tao na legit na survivors ng panahon ni Hitler.  -----

May feeling akong gustong gawing pet project netong si Bossing Mo ang anak niya as an art and science sa AI. Na-curate niyang mabuti ang bawat nooks and crooks ng life chapter niya sa anak niya e. Saka he seems really at it. LOL. Nag-AI pa si Bossing so, good luck with that talaga. Sundot na may kurot really brings home the bacon in the same manner that it breaks legs (as in basag-tuhod) and eggs (b*yag choke) din. :D Muntik na rin pala ‘tong naging Cancer e pero very Gemini din naman siya, in fairness --may split personality. LOL. Reminds me a lot of my second dad who is my first mentor pero Kotler x Godin naman ang baon.  Kung gawain man niya ‘to, sana all. Hassle talaga kasi almost wala siyang digital footprints. Nasa head ko lang siya. Her flat voice. Her beady eyes. Her small frame but so firm and intimidating. Her upbeat pace. Her demeanor. Her sumisigaw na confidence and assurance. Her unbothered aura. Missing her a little extra talaga PERO this time, I am really, really able to revisit our memories with a sweet vibe na. :D  Metallica pala gusto netong si Bossing Mo e. LOL. Tapos may mention pa siya ng dopamine in the light of AI. Baka matupad ‘yung dream kong maging mutant before 45 or ‘pag sinuwerte, 50.  Saka talagang sinagad niya ‘yung pag-tap ‘di umano sa kanyang feminine side. Aminado siya sa hypermasculinity. ULOL. Hahahaha. Tigilan mo ako. Pero, sige, itawid mo ‘yan, Bossing. ‘Pag ‘di ka na super hayok sa pet project mo saka ‘pag mas may time ka na sa pamilya mo lalo ‘pag nagpapansin sa’yo daughter mo, sasaluduhan kita diyan. Ingat! :D  Sagutin natin tanong sa kanya ni Steven Bartlett for that day’s video from Jacquelin Gold: WHAT ARE THE FAILURES YOU CHERISH THE MOST?  The failure I cherish the most is allowing myself to be in the shit hole when mom died. It’s been a series of running away when I thought I’ve been moving forward. Back then, I felt so empty. I felt I was nothing. Looking back, I needed to be in that spot because I needed to restart and recalibrate. I am learning that there’s nothing wrong about allowing emotions to come, in the same manner that I should also allow to let these emotions go. If it weren’t for that shit hole era, I would be more delusional about basing my validation, my affirmation with that of my mom and her super high standards. I’ve chosen to keep her as long as I could not only because I love her, but I was so afraid of losing her thinking that I’d lose me and lose us, too. OPAK. There you go, bitch. Nasabi ko na rin after a decade of not naming this. Back then, I feel so unsure, uncertain of what would be left of me if I’m not with mom. I felt that all I am and all I am not is because of her and only her. Though she keeps telling me that I’ve finally been able to be my own person, I never believed that. I guess, it comes with age and being able to hear stories from people I come across with, too. I guess, the past years, I am able to be kinder to myself. I’ve been moving beyond my self-inflicted shackles because losing my mom is a blessing after its cursed chapters. It’s a blessing because I was able to test how far I can without her and without her approval which I was living for then. It’s a blessing because I know she tried her best to stay even if it meant being in such inconvenience.  Today, I just realized that the spot where I’m putting this eme together is the spot where her bed at our tiny house is. Gah. And I am feeling her love and life lessons come together, right now, over me, all over me. Thinking of listening to her favorite The Beatles PL via vinyls. Been avoiding this staple sedative and upper PL the past months because it is usually my trigger. Actually, it’s weird because when mom was alive and kicking, The Beatles is on repeat whenever I’m not home especially when I’m downing really crucial matters at work or outside work.  The past years, I also am happy and surprised to share na I’ve been basing my happiness in things that matter to me. All the rest don’t matter na. I may not have much but I have what I need and want: a decent health record, a few really, really good friends who are more than family to me, my 3 boys, a renewed relationship with my dad, recovering my closeness with my one and only brother, a strong connection with family members and extended family members, being able to deal with the loss of my mom + forgiving myself for skipping all stages of grief, a 99.9% non-toxic workspace + people at work who I call my “angel-demons” which is soooo weird in a corp set up, and just a few days ago, a junior sent me a short message: YOUR FORCE IS ALWAYS HELPFUL na tinawanan ko lang pero my heart is swelling with glee na ‘di ko ma-explain, mhie (Hindi ako fan ng office politics and limelight talaga. I abhor office gossips din tbh. I live forda bills lang talaga plus kahit makapag-help make better ng mga people I collab with, goods na goods na ako pero masungit saka maldita pa rin ako.), the ability to travel and do things for the first time that is beyond the “recommended” stuff and fluff, MatchME (my dream since 2015), my tiny house na in blue & white near Tags (which I didn’t plan at all talaga), my tiny vertical garden, my dream bag I got in Osaka (Eto, hindi ko naman alam na designer pala siya kasi 17 years old pa ako noon kaya ‘di siya luxury buy talaga. Tapos ngayon, laspag na rin siya. Ergo, Charles and Keith na lang ulit talaga kasi ambigat ko talagang mag-bag), and most importantly, being kinder to myself which I didn’t know na kaya ko pala talaga. Kulang na lang talaga ‘yung pick up + driving skills be mine like my Tito Taurus’ vibin’ pero sige, reconsider ko non-pick up na bagay sa kapunggukan ko. LOL. Super last na, Vespa Picnic. ‘Yun lang.  Next stop: Greene Meets Brown happening tomorrow.  Caveat: Sa ngalan ng pag-veer away from cancel cult, I didn’t look up Bossing Mo. Tigil-tigil na sa the content and the creator are one. Walang ganun except when it comes to really important life matters. Saints are sinners, too. Also, your prayers are your sins, too. LELS. 

[ofthingschanged]

I’m mostly on @geminiloopholed + @naturesloopholed + @ofcursedbreath (Where all my tvd muses are now at that aren’t Hope and Lizzie)

[naturesloopholedaa]

Just gonna put it there now. OTP3. Landon/Hope/Josie. Not sure what the ship name would be but I want it.

[destinyowned-blog]

・ ˖  ✦ ⋄ . Signs her letters with x’s and o’s ❝OOC: Out of Character❞ 

 ・ ˖  ✦ ⋄ .  she is always gonna be a little bit of heaven ❝Verse: Undecided❞

・ ˖  ✦ ⋄ .  If loving someone is a crime she will gladly pay the price ❝Verse: Main❞

・ ˖  ✦ ⋄ .  She’s water. Powerful enough to drown you ❝Muse: Musing❞

・ ˖  ✦ ⋄ .  The earth has a song for those that listen to her ❝Writing: Interactions❞

・ ˖  ✦ ⋄ .  She would walk through fire for her people ❝Writing: Headcanons❞

・ ˖  ✦ ⋄ .  The air moves her ❝Writing: IC Answered❞

・ ˖  ✦ ⋄ .  ❝Person: ❞ 

・ ˖  ✦ ⋄ .  Everyone has a chapter they don’t read out loud ❝Face Claim: Dove Cameron❞

・ ˖  ✦ ⋄ .  Everything that I’ve done ❝Mine: All❞

・ ˖  ✦ ⋄ .  Moving images so beautiful ❝Mine: GIFS❞

・ ˖  ✦ ⋄ .  Take a picture because it lasts longer ❝Mine: Static❞

[aluraveil]

Catching the Harbingers cheating on you...

TW : Cheating, cursing, heavy angst, and angst with no comfort.

Sypnosis : You catch your harbinger s/o cheating on you..but how would they react?

Characters : Columbina, Pierro, Pantalone, Capitano, Childe, Arlecchino, Scaramouche, and Dottore x Reader.

Author’s Note : I’m really in my cheating angst era 😭

PART 2 IN PROGRESS!

Columbina 

You and Columbina had been dating for quite a while. You hadn’t seen her in a while so you decided to visit her office and maybe spend some time together.

You loved hearing her sing, you loved hearing her soft voice.

You went into her quarters of Zapolyarny Palace and when you entered her office door you saw Columbina cuddling with someone else.

Imagine to your surprise when you found out she was cuddling with not just some ordinary person.

But another Harbinger.

It was Arlecchino.

The both of them were way too close to not look like a couple. 

Arlecchino stared at you with her cold gaze which nearly made you shiver.

Columbina found the whole thing amusing. You catching her cheating with one of her fellow Harbingers.

You didn’t even say a word and you fet your heart shattering. You turned your heel walking towards the door when suddenly Columbina called out your name.

“Y/N why don’t you join us hmm?” Columbina asked with her soft voice and her lips curling into a smile.

“You’re shameless.” You spat.

“It seems like someone’s mad” Arlecchino said and the both of them started laughing at you.

You felt humilated. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that their words were getting to you.

But unlike many things in life that you couldn’t control, you couldn’t control the tears that came down your cheeks.

You ran out of there and never looked back. You never wanted to see them ever again. 

Pierro

You and Pierro had been married for a while. The both of you loved each other a lot but you started to doubt his feelings towards you. He started coming home late all the time. But he was always late...so why did it start feeling like he wasn’t out doing missions for the fatui all the time?

Then again he is the 1st harbinger and the leader. So it made sense but you couldn’t ignore the gut feeling in your chest.

But one day you recieved a letter in the mail from an anonymous person.

“I have proof that your husband is cheating on you. Head to Zapolarny Palace at 5 pm into his office and you will see.”

You had thought the letter was strange but you couldn’t ignore the same gut feeling in your chest. You headed to Pierro’s office at 5pm.

You opened the door and you walked in on Pierro with another women. They were cuddling on his chair and they looked in love.

The anonymous person was right. He was with another person.

“Pierro? What’s going on? Who’s she?” You asked.

“I fell out of love.” His deep voice made you shudder. “But this wonderful women right here kept me company and we’re in love.”

“But I thought you loved me?..” 

“No and get out.” Pierro said with a glare at you.

“W-what?-” You couldn’t finish your sentence as who you recognized to be Childe grabbed you out of his office.

“It’s better not to piss him off.” Childe said in a worried tone. “Are you okay?”

“You were the anonymous letter?” You said with tears in your eyes.

“I felt as if I had to tell you. I didn’t want you to see you getting hurt and wasting your time.” Childe said as he hugged you tightly.

You cried in his chest and Childe comforted you.

Pantalone

You were walking towards the Northland Bank where you wanted to visit your boyfriend. You knew he was really busy all of the time but you really wanted to see him.

You entered the Northland Bank and walked up the stairs to Pantalone’s office. Your hand was on the door knob and you were about to open it when you heard strange noises coming from inside.

You opened the door with a smile as you were excited to see him.

Pantalone looked up from his paper work that he was signing and gave you a smile.

“Oh Y/N” He said “What do I owe you the pleasure today?”

“Oh nothing” You said while walking towards him. “I was wondering if we could do something today?”

“Hmm yes” Pantalone hummed as he got up from his desk and started walking with you towards the door.

The both of you were about to exit his office when suddenly you heard a strange noise.

You looked behind yourself with a confused expression as you went into his office.

“Dear it’s nothing.” He said while trying to grab your arm. “I was thinking we could take a walk around the harbor”

You almost would have believed him. With the way he was so calm, his smile, and because he was your boyfriend.

But you’re no fool. 

You looked behind his desk when you saw a girl who was under his desk. Your eyes widened and you pulled her from up from the desk. You were absolutely livid.

“So this is who you’ve been with while you claimed you were busy with work?” You said with tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I was busy with work dear.” He said as his smile dropped. “She has been...keeping me company.”

“Your such a fucking bastard.” You screamed as you dropped the girl and walked up to him and slapped him in the face. 

You ran out of the Northland Bank with tears in your ears. You were full on crying as you ran towards the nearest alleyway. You sobbed violently as you lost your balance and fell towards the ground.

Meanwhile back at the Northland Bank Childe had seen the entire thing unfold. He saw the way you were so upset. He was standing there feeling pity for you as he watched Pantalone just roll his eyes and walk back into his office.

“I could treat her so much better.” Childe thought.

Capitano

You and Capitano were a rather odd couple. For one, people would point out obvious differences between the both of you. Capitano was known as ruthless, cold, and unforgiving. But you? You were really kind, caring, and your smile was really bright.

People would often question “how did the two of you end up together?” but they were too scared because of Capitano.

You knew that your boyfriend would often train the fatui soldiers and you noticed that him and a certain female agent were getting pretty...close?

You noticed that they would often spar together a lot. You just brushed it off thinking that Capitano loved you a lot and wouldn’t ever cheat on you. Or even break your heart.

You expressed your concerns to him but he would often respond with

“You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“We just like sparring together.”

One day you got fed up when you saw Capitano and that female fatui agent was smiling and brushing. You confronted Capitano about it and the two of you got into a huge argument about it.

Capitano ended up storming out and you were left by yourself to gather your thoughts together. 

Maybe you were overthinking things? Maybe they don’t actually have feelings for each other?

You baked deserts and added them to a basket and figured you would share it with him as a way to apologize for overthinking things. You loved him a lot and you didn’t want to throw everything away just for that.

You were walking towards the training grounds when you spotted Capitano and the same female fatui agent with each other. 

You were frozen at the next thing that happened.

He had lifted his helmet and kissed her on the lips.

You were heartbroken. You were shocked.

You walked up to them and took one of the deserts and threw it at Capitano.

You ran away after that with tears in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it.

Childe

You were babysitting his younger brother Teucer and the both of you hung out around Snezhnaya. You took Teucer outside and the both of you were building a snowman in the cold winter.

“Y/N look at my snowman!” Teucer said with a big smile.

“It looks great! Good Job Teucer!” You patted Teucer on the head.

The both of you decided to make some hot chocolate but in order to do that the two of you needed to go into town and buy some supplies.

You walked with Teucer into town when you had noticed Childe inside a tavern. 

“That’s weird” You thought. “Maybe Childe finished his harbinger duties early?”

You walked closer but you saw Childe making out with another girl. You couldn’t believe it. 

“Y/N is that my big brother?” Teucer asked “I want to go inside!”

You didn’t stop him. You just continued staring at Childe through the window of the tavern.

Teucer walked inside the tavern and shouted “hey big brother!”

Childe jumped when he heard his younger brother’s voice.

“Oh hey Teucer. Aren’t you supposed to be with Y/N? Where is she?” Childe said with a puzzled expression.

“She’s right there!” Teucer pointed at your teary face. “Wait why is she crying?”

Childe looked behind himself and knew he was fucked. He had gotten caught. His gaze met your teary face. 

You ran off back to your shared home and for the next few hours crying. While you were babysitting his younger brother, he was off cheating on you with another girl.

Arlecchino

You noticed Arlecchino was becoming rather distant? She would always come home late, and she basically stopped acknowledging your presence. You wanted to make things work out so badly. You loved her a lot.

You didn’t even bother knocking on her office door as Arlecchino said that you were always welcomed. But she wasn’t even inside. You just decided to head back home and wait for her there.

You were walking through the long halls of Zapolarny Palace you noticed how some fatui agents would point and laugh at you. You were confused. Whhy were they laughing at you?

Some fatui agent walked up to you while giggling and asked “hey where’s your girlfriend”

“I don’t know, maybe she’s busy?”

“Yeah really busy alright” The fatui agent started laughing “you are so oblivious.”

“What?” You asked confused “where is she?”

Suddenly Arlecchino showed up and everybody immediately went silent. You turned around and saw some other person holding her arm and giving her a kiss.

You recognized that person to be Columbina.

“Why are you with her?” 

“She’s my new girlfriend” Arlecchino gave her a kiss on the forehead. “I told you we broke up”

“Broke up? You haven’t even said a word to me all week and the next time I see you you’re with another girl? You didn’t even tell me you wanted to break up” You said angrily. “Fuck you.”

You ran out of Zapolarny Palace after that while people sent you pitiful looks. You didn’t need their pity though. 

Scaramouche

Your relationship with Scaramouche was rather odd. Sometimes he would brush you off or say rude things but you always knew that he didn’t mean it. You would tell yourself that he loved you just as much as you did.

You were informed by Pulcinella that your boyfriend Scaramouche had ran off during a mission in Inazuma and that he hasn’t returned to the fatui ever since. You were initially questioned because the Harbingers thought you knew where he was, but they soon realized that you didn’t know where he ran off too either. You were quite upset because you haven’t seen him in a long time. Thoughts were swirling in your head such as 

“Where did he go?” 

“Why did he run off?”

But more importantly, you wondered if you would ever see him again. You really missed him. 

You decided to take a stroll around Inazuma to clear your mind for a bit. You taken the path to Chinju Forest when you saw two people behind a tree. Your heart had stopped. You realized it was Scaramouche.

“Kuni? Is that you?” You asked but you immediately regretted it when you saw Scaramouche with another girl and they were full on making out.

“Huh Y/N?” He said pulling away. “Oh what are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” You said pissed off. “The fatui are looking for you and why are you with her? I thought you loved me?”

“Hmph that’s none of your business” He rolled his eyes.

“So this is it? You’re leaving me for her?” You said with tears in your eyes.

You didn’t even wait for a response. You were heartbroken.

Dottore

You knew Dottore was always immersed in his research. Sometimes he would even tell you about what he was working on. One day he hired somebody as his assistant to help him with his research.

It didn’t bother you that much. In fact you were happy for him because the both of them shared the same interests. But it all started when he started cancelling dates or when he would come home really late and skip dinner. he would tell you that he had already eaten in the lab.

The topic of your conversations quickly were only about him talking about how awesome his new assistant was. How nice they were.

He would hang out with his assistant more than you and the both of you slowly drifted apart.

You were jealous and you felt insecure. You didn’t know anything about things concering his research or anything like that. You felt lonely so naturally you decided to pay him a visit.

But when you entered his lab you found him and his assistant.

They were making out.

“You’re really cheating on me with her?” You said while wiping your tears away. “Fine then. Goodbye Dottore.”

[pineappleandcake]

Catching the Harbingers cheating on you...

TW : Cheating, cursing, heavy angst, and angst with no comfort.

Sypnosis : You catch your harbinger s/o cheating on you..but how would they react?

Characters : Columbina, Pierro, Pantalone, Capitano, Childe, Arlecchino, Scaramouche, and Dottore x Reader.

Author’s Note : I’m really in my cheating angst era 😭

PART 2 IN PROGRESS!

Columbina 

You and Columbina had been dating for quite a while. You hadn’t seen her in a while so you decided to visit her office and maybe spend some time together.

You loved hearing her sing, you loved hearing her soft voice.

You went into her quarters of Zapolyarny Palace and when you entered her office door you saw Columbina cuddling with someone else.

Imagine to your surprise when you found out she was cuddling with not just some ordinary person.

But another Harbinger.

It was Arlecchino.

The both of them were way too close to not look like a couple. 

Arlecchino stared at you with her cold gaze which nearly made you shiver.

Columbina found the whole thing amusing. You catching her cheating with one of her fellow Harbingers.

You didn’t even say a word and you fet your heart shattering. You turned your heel walking towards the door when suddenly Columbina called out your name.

“Y/N why don’t you join us hmm?” Columbina asked with her soft voice and her lips curling into a smile.

“You’re shameless.” You spat.

“It seems like someone’s mad” Arlecchino said and the both of them started laughing at you.

You felt humilated. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that their words were getting to you.

But unlike many things in life that you couldn’t control, you couldn’t control the tears that came down your cheeks.

You ran out of there and never looked back. You never wanted to see them ever again. 

Pierro

You and Pierro had been married for a while. The both of you loved each other a lot but you started to doubt his feelings towards you. He started coming home late all the time. But he was always late...so why did it start feeling like he wasn’t out doing missions for the fatui all the time?

Then again he is the 1st harbinger and the leader. So it made sense but you couldn’t ignore the gut feeling in your chest.

But one day you recieved a letter in the mail from an anonymous person.

“I have proof that your husband is cheating on you. Head to Zapolarny Palace at 5 pm into his office and you will see.”

You had thought the letter was strange but you couldn’t ignore the same gut feeling in your chest. You headed to Pierro’s office at 5pm.

You opened the door and you walked in on Pierro with another women. They were cuddling on his chair and they looked in love.

The anonymous person was right. He was with another person.

“Pierro? What’s going on? Who’s she?” You asked.

“I fell out of love.” His deep voice made you shudder. “But this wonderful women right here kept me company and we’re in love.”

“But I thought you loved me?..” 

“No and get out.” Pierro said with a glare at you.

“W-what?-” You couldn’t finish your sentence as who you recognized to be Childe grabbed you out of his office.

“It’s better not to piss him off.” Childe said in a worried tone. “Are you okay?”

“You were the anonymous letter?” You said with tears in your eyes.

“I felt as if I had to tell you. I didn’t want you to see you getting hurt and wasting your time.” Childe said as he hugged you tightly.

You cried in his chest and Childe comforted you.

Pantalone

You were walking towards the Northland Bank where you wanted to visit your boyfriend. You knew he was really busy all of the time but you really wanted to see him.

You entered the Northland Bank and walked up the stairs to Pantalone’s office. Your hand was on the door knob and you were about to open it when you heard strange noises coming from inside.

You opened the door with a smile as you were excited to see him.

Pantalone looked up from his paper work that he was signing and gave you a smile.

“Oh Y/N” He said “What do I owe you the pleasure today?”

“Oh nothing” You said while walking towards him. “I was wondering if we could do something today?”

“Hmm yes” Pantalone hummed as he got up from his desk and started walking with you towards the door.

The both of you were about to exit his office when suddenly you heard a strange noise.

You looked behind yourself with a confused expression as you went into his office.

“Dear it’s nothing.” He said while trying to grab your arm. “I was thinking we could take a walk around the harbor”

You almost would have believed him. With the way he was so calm, his smile, and because he was your boyfriend.

But you’re no fool. 

You looked behind his desk when you saw a girl who was under his desk. Your eyes widened and you pulled her from up from the desk. You were absolutely livid.

“So this is who you’ve been with while you claimed you were busy with work?” You said with tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I was busy with work dear.” He said as his smile dropped. “She has been...keeping me company.”

“Your such a fucking bastard.” You screamed as you dropped the girl and walked up to him and slapped him in the face. 

You ran out of the Northland Bank with tears in your ears. You were full on crying as you ran towards the nearest alleyway. You sobbed violently as you lost your balance and fell towards the ground.

Meanwhile back at the Northland Bank Childe had seen the entire thing unfold. He saw the way you were so upset. He was standing there feeling pity for you as he watched Pantalone just roll his eyes and walk back into his office.

“I could treat her so much better.” Childe thought.

Capitano

You and Capitano were a rather odd couple. For one, people would point out obvious differences between the both of you. Capitano was known as ruthless, cold, and unforgiving. But you? You were really kind, caring, and your smile was really bright.

People would often question “how did the two of you end up together?” but they were too scared because of Capitano.

You knew that your boyfriend would often train the fatui soldiers and you noticed that him and a certain female agent were getting pretty...close?

You noticed that they would often spar together a lot. You just brushed it off thinking that Capitano loved you a lot and wouldn’t ever cheat on you. Or even break your heart.

You expressed your concerns to him but he would often respond with

“You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“We just like sparring together.”

One day you got fed up when you saw Capitano and that female fatui agent was smiling and brushing. You confronted Capitano about it and the two of you got into a huge argument about it.

Capitano ended up storming out and you were left by yourself to gather your thoughts together. 

Maybe you were overthinking things? Maybe they don’t actually have feelings for each other?

You baked deserts and added them to a basket and figured you would share it with him as a way to apologize for overthinking things. You loved him a lot and you didn’t want to throw everything away just for that.

You were walking towards the training grounds when you spotted Capitano and the same female fatui agent with each other. 

You were frozen at the next thing that happened.

He had lifted his helmet and kissed her on the lips.

You were heartbroken. You were shocked.

You walked up to them and took one of the deserts and threw it at Capitano.

You ran away after that with tears in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it.

Childe

You were babysitting his younger brother Teucer and the both of you hung out around Snezhnaya. You took Teucer outside and the both of you were building a snowman in the cold winter.

“Y/N look at my snowman!” Teucer said with a big smile.

“It looks great! Good Job Teucer!” You patted Teucer on the head.

The both of you decided to make some hot chocolate but in order to do that the two of you needed to go into town and buy some supplies.

You walked with Teucer into town when you had noticed Childe inside a tavern. 

“That’s weird” You thought. “Maybe Childe finished his harbinger duties early?”

You walked closer but you saw Childe making out with another girl. You couldn’t believe it. 

“Y/N is that my big brother?” Teucer asked “I want to go inside!”

You didn’t stop him. You just continued staring at Childe through the window of the tavern.

Teucer walked inside the tavern and shouted “hey big brother!”

Childe jumped when he heard his younger brother’s voice.

“Oh hey Teucer. Aren’t you supposed to be with Y/N? Where is she?” Childe said with a puzzled expression.

“She’s right there!” Teucer pointed at your teary face. “Wait why is she crying?”

Childe looked behind himself and knew he was fucked. He had gotten caught. His gaze met your teary face. 

You ran off back to your shared home and for the next few hours crying. While you were babysitting his younger brother, he was off cheating on you with another girl.

Arlecchino

You noticed Arlecchino was becoming rather distant? She would always come home late, and she basically stopped acknowledging your presence. You wanted to make things work out so badly. You loved her a lot.

You didn’t even bother knocking on her office door as Arlecchino said that you were always welcomed. But she wasn’t even inside. You just decided to head back home and wait for her there.

You were walking through the long halls of Zapolarny Palace you noticed how some fatui agents would point and laugh at you. You were confused. Whhy were they laughing at you?

Some fatui agent walked up to you while giggling and asked “hey where’s your girlfriend”

“I don’t know, maybe she’s busy?”

“Yeah really busy alright” The fatui agent started laughing “you are so oblivious.”

“What?” You asked confused “where is she?”

Suddenly Arlecchino showed up and everybody immediately went silent. You turned around and saw some other person holding her arm and giving her a kiss.

You recognized that person to be Columbina.

“Why are you with her?” 

“She’s my new girlfriend” Arlecchino gave her a kiss on the forehead. “I told you we broke up”

“Broke up? You haven’t even said a word to me all week and the next time I see you you’re with another girl? You didn’t even tell me you wanted to break up” You said angrily. “Fuck you.”

You ran out of Zapolarny Palace after that while people sent you pitiful looks. You didn’t need their pity though. 

Scaramouche

Your relationship with Scaramouche was rather odd. Sometimes he would brush you off or say rude things but you always knew that he didn’t mean it. You would tell yourself that he loved you just as much as you did.

You were informed by Pulcinella that your boyfriend Scaramouche had ran off during a mission in Inazuma and that he hasn’t returned to the fatui ever since. You were initially questioned because the Harbingers thought you knew where he was, but they soon realized that you didn’t know where he ran off too either. You were quite upset because you haven’t seen him in a long time. Thoughts were swirling in your head such as 

“Where did he go?” 

“Why did he run off?”

But more importantly, you wondered if you would ever see him again. You really missed him. 

You decided to take a stroll around Inazuma to clear your mind for a bit. You taken the path to Chinju Forest when you saw two people behind a tree. Your heart had stopped. You realized it was Scaramouche.

“Kuni? Is that you?” You asked but you immediately regretted it when you saw Scaramouche with another girl and they were full on making out.

“Huh Y/N?” He said pulling away. “Oh what are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” You said pissed off. “The fatui are looking for you and why are you with her? I thought you loved me?”

“Hmph that’s none of your business” He rolled his eyes.

“So this is it? You’re leaving me for her?” You said with tears in your eyes.

You didn’t even wait for a response. You were heartbroken.

Dottore

You knew Dottore was always immersed in his research. Sometimes he would even tell you about what he was working on. One day he hired somebody as his assistant to help him with his research.

It didn’t bother you that much. In fact you were happy for him because the both of them shared the same interests. But it all started when he started cancelling dates or when he would come home really late and skip dinner. he would tell you that he had already eaten in the lab.

The topic of your conversations quickly were only about him talking about how awesome his new assistant was. How nice they were.

He would hang out with his assistant more than you and the both of you slowly drifted apart.

You were jealous and you felt insecure. You didn’t know anything about things concering his research or anything like that. You felt lonely so naturally you decided to pay him a visit.

But when you entered his lab you found him and his assistant.

They were making out.

“You’re really cheating on me with her?” You said while wiping your tears away. “Fine then. Goodbye Dottore.”

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Hello mister or miss, may i ask for a request where amber, jean and eula recieved a letter where their s/o is in a Persistent vegetative state

A chronic state of brain dysfunction in which a person shows no signs of awareness.

Causes of a persistent vegetative state include head trauma or brain damage from an illness or stroke. Basically a dementor's kiss from harry potter and after some time s/o wakes up let's say in 5 months since Any recovery from a vegetative state is unlikely after 1 month if the cause was anything other than a head injury. If the cause was a head injury, recovery is unlikely after 12 months. However, a few people improve over a period of months or years. Rarely, improvement occurs late and see how they will react

Them reacting to their s/o falling into a coma and eventually waking up

characters: Jean/Amber/Eula x gn!reader (seperate) warnings: angst with a happy ending a/n: This might be a little bit longer, but thanks for requesting. It's the first request I got and so I'm feeling a little bit nervous, but I hope that what I wrote is good enough for you. Also thanks for giving me informations about the persistent vegetative state, since it made writing the fic a lot less time demanding, you know, since I didn't have to research it myself. I also guess it would have been a good idea to state my pronouns or any other thing you could adress me with in the request and rules, but I kinda forgot that 'definitelynotaeulasimp' might be a little bit long. But if it interest you, I'm a guy. Although I don't really care about how anyone adresses me, but I guess it makes it easier for people that want to request. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my interpretation of your request.

Amber:

Amber always prided herself with being the reigning champion of the Gliding Championship in Mondstadt and encouraged you to fly as much as possible. You, being the competitive soul that you were, were happy to learn from her. In an attempt to someday beat her, you even glided when Amber wasn’t around. It became your favourite past time activity and on day were you didn’t have to work you started before the sun illuminated Mondstadt and when Amber didn’t come to stop you earlier, came back when it had already set.

With how much time you spent with your wind glider it became unavoidable that something would go wrong every once in a while. Small things, never something severe. You were protected by Barbatos himself, at least that’s what you always told Amber when she lectured you about becoming ever more reckless. But when jumped off a tree first thing in the morning and your glider didn’t open, you were finally proved wrong.

When Amber was told, that you were found lying unconscious near one of the streets, she couldn’t believe what had happened. The Outrider was the first one to visit you in the morning and the last one to leave, always hoping to see you wake up. But after a month she realised, that as much as she loved you, she had duties to do and her visits became less frequent.

Your eyes fluttered open even though you didn’t remember having closed them. You were lying in bed, but didn’t remember having gone to it. When you had sat up and looked around, you realised that you definitely weren’t inside your room, or any room in your house that was. Your arms felt much weaker than you remembered them being. Sure you weren’t anywhere near as strong as some of the other knights, but you didn’t recall them being so frail.

You also didn’t understand the look of pure shock on the face of the sister from the church or why she was even there in the first place, but that problem quickly resolved itself when she ran out of your room, screaming something your brain was too tired to understand.

After some time, you decided to stand up only to nearly collapse again. It was then when Amber stormed through the door and quickly embraced you in a tight hug. You didn’t entirely understand why she was sobbing or nearly suffocating you, even though your brain was slowly starting to put the pieces together.

“What happened?”, you asked as you started hugged her back and started rubbing her back with one of your hands in an attempt to comfort her.

“Y-You were in a coma. I was scared you would never wake up again”, she confirmed your suspicions. You tightened your hold and noticed her sobbing dying down.

“How long was I asleep?” It had to be on the longer end of the spectrum since Amber wouldn’t be so distraught if it weren’t, but even your worst case estimations proved to be wrong. When she told you, that you slept for three month you froze for a moment. Barbatos had to protect you, since you would be dead otherwise. This time you were more sure than ever.

“But I’m here again. Still breathing and completely awake”, you comforted her and your hug slowly loosened.

“No more wind gliding for you, not without me and any other precautions. These months were the worst of my live and I don’t want to lose you, so promise me to never again do something dangerous. Please”, she begged while fighting of her urge to start crying again. You nodded, you may not have anything against sustaining injuries, but not being able to see her again was your biggest fear.

Jean:

You were the only person that could get Jean to stop overworking herself. Lisa may try with her offers to drink tea, but it was obvious to everyone that that didn’t really work. When Jean had too much to do, you always forced her to split it between at least the two of you. So it was no surprise that whenever she had work outside of the city, you would immediately take up her responsibilities and act in her stead. Some would say you were the acting ‘Acting Grandmaster’.

That meant that when Jean left to deal with the Stormterror situation, everyone looked to you for guidance and it was you who lead the defence against the Abyss order’s attack on Mondstadt, only to be sent flying by a charging Mitachurl. It was when you stand back up and instead lied there motionless, that you were immediately taken to the Church in order to get treated.

When Jean subsequently came back to Mondstadt and saw the carnage in front of the city, she immediately started to freak out. Something which got even worse after she was informed of your state. Even though she tried to visit you often, she, in an attempt to make her forget your coma, quickly fell back into her spiral of overworking herself. And now that you weren’t there, there was no one to stop her from it.

When you awoke you found yourself inside a room the church used for healing. You knew this place, since you sometimes had to bring Jean here, when she passed out due to overworking herself. This time it seemed you were the one that passed out. Or rather, regarding the memories of what happened before you awoke, got knocked out. You quickly looked outside the window to check if everything was alright and let out a sigh of relief when you realised, that Mondstadt still looked how it looked back then.

At least almost. The trees had lost their leaves, something that left you utterly confused. It was summer, but it almost looked like it was the start of winter. You quickly got up, only to nearly fall again. When you finally steadied yourself you slowly made your way over to the door. Once you opened it you were greeted by the sound of something shattering and Barbara looking as if she had seen Barbatos himself. Before you could say anything, she was already gone and you instead decided to look down only to see a broken bowl and mash on the floor.

It wasn’t long until you made eye contact with Jean as she entered the church. Before you were able to say a word she had already closed the distance and embraced you in a hug, silently sobbing and whispering one apology after another.

“I shouldn’t have left. I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault, if only I was there”, she rambled while burying her face in your neck. You rarely saw her this emotional, since she always tried to remain professional and a good role-model for everyone else, so needless to say, you didn’t know how to react. But for the time being you chose to hug her back, while slowly leading her back into the room so the two of you could have some privacy.

“What happened? How long was I out?”, you instantly asked the biggest questions on your mind. Jean didn’t even have to respond before your brain finally put the puzzle together. The acting Grandmaster herself was being emotional and the trees had lost their leaves.

“You were in a coma for the last five months”, Jean’s sobs had slowly died down, but threatened to come back in an instant. You had lost five months of your live, just like that. And as the realisation that you easily could have died and you would have never again been able to see Jean was starting to set in, you found yourself fighting of your own tears.

“Don’t blame yourself for it Jean, I beg you. You did everything you could to protect Mondstadt and it’s citizens”, you tried comforting her and started to stroke her back with your hand.

“But you could have died, all because you took over my responsibilities. It should have been me getting hit back there, not you”, she finally looked at you and it was then that you realised the horrible state that she was in.

“Don’t say that, you went off to fight a literal dragon. You risked your life enough. Everything I did was because I knew that it was, what you would have done”, you continued. It took sometime, but the two of you were finally able to break your hug. Jean demanded that you lied down and as the two of you talked about what happened while you weren’t awake, you slowly fell back asleep. And when you woke up the next morning, you could see her still sleeping leaned on the bed.

Eula:

You were part of the reconnaissance force of the Knights of Favonius. Which meant that you and Eula would often go on missions stretching days. You always liked it more to just sit at home and have a relaxing time with her, but you didn’t complain to much about the cold of Dragonspine, since you knew it would end with her lecturing you about how it was your duty or how she would act out her vengeance on you for annoying her.

It was on one of those routine missions, that you encountered a group of Fatui. Nothing too rare in Dragonspine. But instead of easily defeating them like you two were already used to, this time they fought much harder than usual. And when you saw one of them taking a swing with their hammer at an unsuspecting Eula, you showed her to the side and were instead hit by the attack.

After seeing you collapse Eula quickly dealt with the Fatui and checked on you, only to freak out when you didn’t react to her. It was her that quickly picked you up and carried you to the Church of Favonius.

It was widely known, that Amber and you were the only ones close to her, so when you fell into your coma, the acting Grandmaster quickly took pity on her and assigned her to less missions, so Eula could be by your side much more often. Occasionally she had to leave for some days, since the Knights still needed their reconnaissance captain, but on those days Amber would go to you in her stead.

When you woke up, the first thing you thought was that you were in heaven. Who could blame you, the ceiling and everything else you saw was white, but as soon as you sat up and saw Eula you sighted relieved. Next thing you knew, you were already being hugged. Neither you nor the Lawrence dared to say a word, but when she finally broke the embrace and looked you in the eyes, you could see every imaginable emotion in her face.

“Don’t you ever dare doing something like that again”, was the first thing she said to you, emphasizing every single word, as if to make sure you remembered it. The last thing you remembered was fighting the Fatui and shoving Eula away and now you were in a completely different place with her being uncharacteristically intimate.

“Eula, what happened?”, you finally asked while being scared of the answer yourself. When she told you what had transpired and that you have been in an unresponsive state for the better part of three months, you could feel yourself freeze. That explained her behaviour and while you were shocked to know that you had nearly died, you at least were happy that you had succeeded in saving Eula.

“I’ll inform Barbara and ask her to search you for any remaining injuries before we go home. You will remain there until I see you fit enough to start training again or you will experience my vengeance”, she spoke in her usual commanding tone but you knew her well enough to know that it was her way of saying that she missed you.

“Thank you for being here for me”, you said sincerely as you took her hand and gave it a small squeeze.

“Don’t mention it. I always said that I would have my revenge for how you treat me”, she responded. After Barbara checked you one last time, you went home as Eula promised. There your captain took care of you until you were finally strong enough to go outside again, but even then Eula wouldn’t let you go on any missions until she was sure that you were one hundred percent fit.

Contrary to popular believe getting enacted vengeance on by a Lawrence wasn’t always a bad thing.

[midgardianweasley]

Build-a-bear adventures

Build-a-bear adventures.

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: A top trained assassin, her girlfriend, and a build-a-bear workshop, what better way to spend a day off. 

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Agonisingly fluffy.

I was planning on posting angst, but, decided on a fluff instead<33 

“But babe. Babe. Babe.” You poked your girlfriend, fully aware that with every prod, you were only contributing to the headache worthy eye rolls she had been giving you for the past hour. You were joking, of course you were, she knew that, but she also knew that it was possible you were about to be single in 0.2 of a second if you didn’t stop poking her. 

With a sarcastic smile and a deep breath, she turned her head towards you, momentarily stopping your movements as you returned a sickeningly sweet smile back. 

“Yes?” 

“I don’t think you understand.” 

“I do understand.”

“This is life or death.” You spoke with a poker face, a weak attempt to try and make your point valid. 

“I think that may be exaggerating just a little bit honey.” She chuckled lightly at your tone and the way you moved in your spot on the sofa, now having your legs crossed in front of you, hands enthusiastically moving in front of you. 

“No. No, see, you don’t understand! We need to do this!” 

“Is my unconditional love not enough?” 

“No.”

“Ouch.” She dramatically placed her hand on her chest, a smirk plastered onto her face as she watched you rile yourself up with every sentence.

“Okay, sorry, I didn’t mean that, your unconditional love is more than enough, and while I unconditionally love you too, that doesn’t change the fact that this is a necessity.” 

“Like the ones from the jungle book?” 

You groaned loudly, throwing your head back as the assassin teased you. 

“Baby, please!” You moved once again, now clambering onto her lap with your hands interlocked behind her neck, your faces mere inches away from hers. Her hands immediately went to your waist to steady you, pure energy coursed through your veins as you tried to convince Natasha to go ahead with your idea and she wasn’t certain you wouldn’t fall off of you if she didn’t hold you down.

“You seriously want to?”

“Yes.”

“Today?”

“Yes.”

“Instead of cuddling in bed with movies?” Her eyebrows raised in question, not faltering as she watched you pretend to ponder, stroking an imaginary beard on your chin.

“Yes.” You smiled, your inner child shining through. 

Knowing she wasn’t going to win, she sighed gently, running a hand through your hair and giving you a quick kiss on your temple before tapping your thighs to signal for you to stand up. 

“Alright. Get ready and we’ll go.” 

“Really?” You squealed, clapping your hands together as you rocked back and forth on your heels. 

“Really. Now hurry and get your shoes on, we don’t want to get stuck in traffic.” 

She watched with nothing but adoration as you whizzed off to get ready to leave, swearing that she’s never seen you move so quickly in her life. Despite her playful protest, she walked over to the kitchen counter to pick up her car keys, swinging them around her pointer finger as she walked over to the doorway of the compound living room. 

‘I can’t believe I'm doing this.’ She thought. 

Although she’ll deny it to anyone that asks, she’s absolutely whipped for you. 

“I’m ready!” Your voice called out, encouraging Natasha to shrug her leather jacket on and walk towards her smiling girlfriend, taking her hand as they walked out together with content smiles on their faces. 

‘Let’s do this.’ 

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It didn’t take long to arrive at your destination, your eyes immediately drew themselves to the store windows filled with stuffed bears in a variety of different outfits, some bears were dressed up to fit a theme, some bears were characters from loved movies, some were just bears in dungarees. 

That’s right. You’ve managed to bring a trained assassin to a build-a-bear workshop. Why? 

To get matching bears. 

You looked towards Natasha, a huge grin on your face, only faltering slightly as you were met with her hands and forehead on the drivers wheel. You tugged on her sleeve, ignoring her disagreement, her head not leaving the wheel, but turned to face you.

“Stop being silly, c’mon, you’re looking forward to it! I know you are!” 

“Babe. We’re parked outside of a teddy store.”

“Exactly! It’s fun, you’re excited, I'm excited, let’s go!” 

You didn’t hesitate to open your car door, jumping out of the car and shutting the door behind you, the redhead not far behind you as she once again took your hand, reminding you how lucky you are that she loves you. Your response was a simple kiss on her cheek, a small blush following shortly afterwards.

“You’re cute.” You pinched her cheek.

“Yeah yeah, let’s go get our bears.” 

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“So, that’s both of your bears stuffed, do you guys want to put voice boxes in them?” The kind staff member asked the pair of you. 

You glanced towards Natasha, silently asking if she’d like one or not. She gave you a brief smile before looking back at the woman helping you with your bears. 

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” She winked at you before following the woman over to another station within the store. There were rows and rows of different shapes and coloured voice boxes to choose from. 

You had the option of choosing a pre-recorded sound, like animal sounds or a bunch of different ‘i love you.’ in different voices. You didn’t mind what voice you had, honestly, you would’ve been content with an ‘i love you’ from Elsa at this point. However, you saw your girlfriend make a beeline for the ones that you record your own message into. 

“You’re gonna do your own one?” You asked, moving over to stand beside her. 

“Nope. I’m making one for yours.” She said proudly, holding two of the small items in her hand, holding it out for you to take one. You couldn’t help but feel your heartbeat quicken at her words. This is the sweetest thing you’ve ever done with someone else, and to think she wasn’t even that eager to come in the first place. You knew she’d have fun. 

Taking the small blue speaker from her hand, you were instructed to press the button on the back of the plastic, hold it down to speak, and release it when you were finished, but it can only be a short message. The both of you tucked your bears under your arm, bringing the box to your mouth and cupping it so that it would come out loud and clear, and so the other couldn’t hear what you were saying. 

Once your messages were done, you handed each other the speaker to place in the paw that had a ‘press me’ sign sewed into it. The woman ensured it was inserted correctly before taking them elsewhere to be sewn up, leaving you both to look at the racks of tiny clothes hung on the wall. 

It was almost as difficult as choosing clothes for yourself, there were too many options, and every single one was adorable. How did literal children do this? 

“Please tell me you can’t decide on an outfit either.” The Russian spoke from beside you, her gaze focused on the fabrics, styles and patterns in front of you. 

“It’s easier trying to take a pop tart off of the demi-god at home than trying to pick a pair of jeans and a t-shirt for a stuffed animal. What the hell?” Your arms gestured to the wall in front of you, exasperated as you tried to decide whether you wanted the blue jeans or black.” 

“Hi guys, here are your bears, just letting you know, there’s also some dresses over there if you want to check them out.” The woman smiled, watching as you and Natasha shared a glance of horror. 

The two of you were gonna be here for a while.

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Finally, you and Nat had dressed both your bears. You chose a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket for yours, and Natasha had chosen a Y/F/O. It appeared as though each of you had made ‘mini me’s’ of the other, and they seemed pretty damn accurate too. 

After successfully creating and dressing your bears, it was time to name them, pay, and then you could both go home and relax. You had no idea building a bear could be so exhausting. 

Both you and Natasha had to pick a name. You thought it over, whereas Nat had just rushed right in, choosing to call her bear ‘honey.’, the nickname she always reserved for you. Gripping your bear tightly, you observed the birth certificate being printed out, the name, the owner’s name and the date clearly written in bold, black letters. You could’ve sworn you saw Natasha’s eyes light up when she was handed the sheet of paper. 

“What about you, miss?” The woman asked, ready to type in whatever name you gave her. Glancing behind you quickly, you caught the eye of your girlfriend behind you, immediately knowing what to call it. 

“Snoopy, please.” 

You heard one loud and short laugh erupt from Natasha’s lips, her hand shot to cover her mouth, not intending to be so disruptive when she heard what you had called it. 

‘Snoopy’ is the name of a cartoon character, which was probably what people would think you named the bear after. In reality, it wasn’t that at all. 

When you first met the team, you were informed of what everyone’s roles were and how they contributed to the group. There were supersoldiers, scientists, a god, all different kinds of people, including the incredibly attractive spy. When you went on your first mission, she had to hack into a computer to retrieve some stolen data, but took her time to also look at some other things they had on there too, just to kill time. 

The first words you said to her on that mission that wasn’t to do with what direction you were running in, was ‘Alright, hold off Snoopy, you can do that in your spare time, hurry up.’, and at first she was annoyed with the nickname, claiming she wasn’t snooping, nor does she ever ‘snoop’, but she soon took it in her stride. It was still a running joke between the pair of you 2 years down the line, and you never let her forget it. 

“Nice name, babe.” She coughed, unable to fully settle down from her laughing fit.

“Why, thank you! Yours isn’t so bad yourself.” You spoke as you blew her a kiss that she grabbed in thin air and pretended to shove into her jean pocket, earning a small shake of the head before you took your printed certificate and went to purchase the bears. 

_______________________

Once you got back to the compound, the both of you were completely shattered, unable to keep your eyes open to watch some TV before bed. Eager to get some sleep, the two of you just ended up changing into your pyjamas, following your shared night routine before collapsing onto your bed. 

You lay beside her, still able to smell her perfume after so many hours, the scent making your eyelids feel like rocks. Grabbing your bear, you put it in between you, Natasha doing the same thing, before snuggling up close together under the covers. She reached over to put some fallen hair behind your ear, smiling gently at you as she did so, the gesture lazily returned. 

“Thank you for suggesting today, baby. I really enjoyed myself.” She whispered, a murmur of agreement following her words.

“Thank you for taking us Natty, I had fun.” You mumbled with closed eyes, sleep quickly taking over. 

“Get some sleep, my love.” 

You nodded once before responding. “G’night Nat.” 

“Goodnight baby.”

And that was you, out like a light. 

Natasha reached over to give you a kiss on the forehead as her final goodnight, not realised that she’d leant on the teddy in the process, only noticing when she heard your voice in a non sleepy state. 

“I’m madly in love with you, Romanoff.” She heard you laugh, followed by an excited “I’m done!”, obviously you forgot to let go of the button after you recorded the initial message, but it had made it even more special. She couldn’t help but adore you with every bone in her body. 

You weren’t awake now, but when you were, she hoped to see your reaction when you listened to her message in your bear, the words spoken in Russian, but you’d heard them before, so you’d definitely know what it meant.

“Moye serdtse tvoye, lyubov' moya.” (My heart is yours, my love.)

She was right. 

She’s absolutely whipped. 

 Taglist: @natashas-favourite-knives @eilarch @natashaswifey @lostandsearching​ @wandaromanova​ @pottahishotasf @d14n4ol @xxromanoffxx 

[bubblegumbi-tch]

I was tagged by longtime silent mutual and absolute book connoisseur with impeccable taste @kajafrompluto to share 6 books I want to read in 2022:

1. This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone

Among the ashes of a dying world, an agent of the Commandant finds a letter. It reads: Burn before reading. Thus begins an unlikely correspondence between two rival agents hellbent on securing the best possible future for their warring factions. Now, what began as a taunt, a battlefield boast, grows into something more. Something epic. Something romantic. Something that could change the past and the future. Except the discovery of their bond would mean death for each of them. There's still a war going on, after all. And someone has to win that war.

This is the most recent on the list after I saw a few quotes. It's wlw, stupidly romantic, and super poetically written so I've heard. You know I'm in. I am a sucker for romances that span lifetimes or longer or have some other timey wimey dimension to them.

2. Authority by Jeff VanDermeer

After thirty years, the only human engagement with Area X—a seemingly malevolent landscape surrounded by an invisible border and mysteriously wiped clean of all signs of civilization—has been a series of expeditions overseen by a government agency so secret it has almost been forgotten: the Southern Reach. Following the tumultuous twelfth expedition chronicled in Annihilation, the agency is in complete disarray. John Rodríguez (aka "Control") is the Southern Reach's newly appointed head. Working with a distrustful but desperate team, a series of frustrating interrogations, a cache of hidden notes, and hours of profoundly troubling video footage, Control begins to penetrate the secrets of Area X. But with each discovery he must confront disturbing truths about himself and the agency he's pledged to serve. In Authority, the second volume of Jeff VanderMeer's Southern Reach trilogy, Area X's most disturbing questions are answered . . . but the answers are far from reassuring.

This is one where I'm kinda only planning on reading it bc I read the first one bc I watched the film of it and loved it, and can't leave a series unfinished. The first book was ok, it was very disconcerting to read which I think was the point but I was kinda left waiting for something that never happened, and found the writing style a bit slow, but I didn't hate it. I feel like this is the one instance where the film might be better than the book simply due to being able to use visuals to add to that creepy feeling the book had. I liked that the first book, Annhilation, was entirely female centered but didn't make a song and dance about it like look at me I'm a book with solely female characters, rather they just did all the things any male characters would do, but just happened to be women. It looks like each book is centered on a different group so we shall have to see how Authority turns out!

3. As yet unreleased and untitled Dreamer Trilogy book no.3 by Maggie Stiefvater (book one cover used in place)

The majestic conclusion to Maggie Stiefvater’s Dreamer Trilogy. The war between dreams and reality intensifies... with Ronan at its center.

If you know me at all, you'll know I am utterly in love with both this book series and it's preceeding series The Raven Cycle. These characters, this world are all somehow both so vivdly real and magically otherworldy and every time I read one of these books its like coming home to your group of best friends (probably helps that the first series are based around legend from my home country, however minus points for anglicising the names maggie lmao). I adore the way Maggie writes, it's so easy to read, and I love the passion and dedication she has put into these books. I feel her real life interests jump out in them, and it helps that they're often the same as mine have been throughout my life. These books are just super close to my heart and I simultaneously can't wait for October to come so I can get my hands on this third book in this series, and also never want it to come so I never have to finish with this world and these charaters.

4. Milkman by Anna Burns

In this unnamed city, to be interesting is dangerous. Middle sister, our protagonist, is busy attempting to keep her mother from discovering her maybe-boyfriend and to keep everyone in the dark about her encounter with Milkman. But when first brother-in-law sniffs out her struggle, and rumours start to swell, middle sister becomes 'interesting'. The last thing she ever wanted to be. To be interesting is to be noticed and to be noticed is dangerous. Milkman is a tale of gossip and hearsay, silence and deliberate deafness. It is the story of inaction with enormous consequences.

I got a copy of this free from uni like 4 years ago and never got a chance to read past the first chapter, although that first chapter seemed incredibly promising. Not sure what to expect as I've never read anything by this author before, but it seems up my street so I'm optimistic!

5. Icelandic Folk Tales by Hjorleifur Helgi Stefansson (idk how to do the accents on this laptop soz)

Iceland is a country where stories are as important as history. When Vikings settled the island, they brought their tales with them. Every rock, hot spring and waterfall seems to have its own story. Cruel man-eating trolls rub shoulders with beautiful elves, whose homes are hidden from mortal view. Vengeful ghosts envy the living, seeking to drag lost loves into their graves – or they may simply demand a pinch of your snuff. Some of the stories in this collection are classic Icelandic tales, while others are completely new to English translation. Hjörleifur has always been deeply interested in the rich lore of his island. His grandparents provided a second home in his upbringing and taught him much about the past through their own way of life. Hjörleifur is dedicated to breathing fresh life into the stories he loves. He lives on his family farm in Borgarfjörður, and also spends a lot of time in Scotland, where he is becoming renowned on the Scottish storytelling circuit.

Does what it says on the tin really, a collection of easily digestible short icelandic folk tales. This was gifted to me and I'm part way through it already and its proving to be a great gift. Some are funny, some are dark, some appear to make little sense at all as folk tales are. Definitely up my street and I love how bitesize they are, as unfortunately my attention span and free time have decreased dramatically recently lol.

6. You Will Get Through This Night by Daniel Howell

"There’s a moment at the end of every day, where the world falls away and you are left alone with your thoughts. A reckoning, when the things you have been pushing to the background, come forward and demand your attention." Written by Daniel Howell, in conjunction with a qualified psychologist, in an entertaining and personal way from the perspective of someone who has been through it all—this no-nonsense book gives you the tools to understand your mind so you can be in control and really live. Split into three chapters for each stage of the journey: This Night - how to get through your toughest moments and be prepared to face anything. Tomorrow - small steps to change your thoughts and actions with a big impact on your life. The Days After - help to look after yourself in the long term and not just survive, but thrive. You will laugh and learn—but most of all, this book will assure you that even in your darkest times, there is always hope.  You will get through this night.

I put off buying this for so long bc not only am I super skeptical of self help books, but self help books by youtubers?? Hmm. But seeing how passionate Dan was and is about this book and how much of himself he's put into it I couldn't help it. Say what you like about him or the people that watch his content but he's one of, if not the only one of the OG youtube lot that has held my interest up until now (and hansn't had some sort of horrific scandal lmao), and you cannot deny, he is a good egg who has remained himself throughout his career and hasn't let fame change who he is. He has integrity. And what he is doing with his career now is something mature and thoughtful and I'm fully behind him. I have read bits and pieces of this already, but just dip into every now and again when I feel like it. For a self help book, it is actually pretty great. I feel like I can hear Dans voice as I read his mix of sarcastic, self depreciative humour, and serious talking points. It's very him, and quite comforting, as he's been in the background of a lot of my life in one way or the other, and continues to do so, albeit in a very different way with this book.

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Wow, this ended up being long! I wanted to put a little blurb to each book though to encourage others to read them too if they like the sound of them!

To do this next (if they want) I tag @two-cupsofcoffee @gaym3bo1@bitchyglittercreator and @clotpoleincamelot

[samwilsonshandsandass]

Interrupted Road Trip

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader x Loki Summary: You and Sam are on a road trip. Your car breaks down and you find a hotel in the middle of the forest. The receptionist doesn’t seem surprised you’re stumbling upon the hotel and a room has already been prepared for you. Will you enter? Warnings: smut (vaginal and anal, oral from and to m and f), dom/sub tendencies, restraints, one spank, choking Word count: 2532 A/N: This is my entry for @ambrosiase Hotel Indigo writing challenge. Congratulations on everything you achieved and thank you for hosting this challenge. I chose the characters Sam Wilson and Loki with the room "Darkest Desires" and a vacation, namely a road trip.

You were upset at your car breaking down but after a little trek you and Sam saw a Gothic manor in the middle of a clearing of the windswept and rainy forest. The gravel in front was devoid of cars or any other vehicles. Honestly, you would have expected carriages drawn by at least four horses each. Nowhere was any sign of what this building was or who inhabited it. Someone was probably there, because light shone through the windows left and right of the carved double door. A few windows in the upper stories were illuminated.

The double doors opened on their own as you and Sam approached. You entered the hotel lobby. Light came from a black chandelier, small lamps on side tables between velvet chairs and loveseats and black and dark red candles on the walls. The color pattern was accompanied by dark wooden furniture. No one seemed to be there but as soon as you stood in front of it, there stood a person. They didn’t seem to have moved from somewhere in the back or came from under the reception desk.

“Please follow me. Your room has been prepared for you” They said and walked up the stairs with a candleholder.

Sam looked at you and shrugged his shoulders.

After three flights of stairs the person stopped in front of a double door. It was carved wood, as dark as the rest of the wooden furniture of the manor. Carved in it were things like vines and leaves, berries, apples and snakes. Peculiarly (or deliberately), the snakes were always near the apples. Above eye level were two carved and painted golden letters.

“D. D.” You read aloud. “What does that stand for?”

“Darkest Desires” The person said and went down the hallway and the stairs again.

“What do you think about this? Should we go in?” Sam looked at you and squeezed your hand.

“Why not? The car will still be broken down when we get out of this forest and besides, this feels weirdly homey.”

“Homey. Right” Sam chuckled.

“Let’s do this?”

“Yeah.”

You walked in the room, the doors once again opened by themselves. The room obviously focused on the big four poster king size bed with a canopy. The canopy was made of thick fabric, almost as thick as the floor length curtains to the windows showing the rain picking up even more. Light came once again from tall dark candles in candleholders on the wall. To the left and right of the bed were bedside tables and besides each stood a velvet armchair. On the left side was an oriel with two chaise lounges of the same material and on the right side a door led into a dark luxurious bath. You couldn’t see much of it but somehow you knew it had floor heating, a whirlpool and a big shower with special settings. It was like intuition.

Sam walked ahead to the bed and pulled the canopy away. “Would you look at the bedding and all the cushions! Now I’m, feeling very lucky to have broken down near here.” Sam pulled you down to sit on the bed. He kissed your lips softly.

“So you are the two Midgardians who broke down” Someone said calmly from the direction of the arm chair.

“My fucking God!” Sam jerked away from you.

“While people still do worship me in Norway, I did not think you were one of them. The American” The same voice continued.

“This can’t be normal” You looked over to the person. The person who looked like Loki. Who spoke like Loki.

“Come now, you didn’t think this place was normal, did you?”

“Not exactly, but this is not what I expected. Can’t say what I expected though” Sam, now sitting upright and pulling you to him, said.

“Why exactly are you here? And how did you get here? Into this room?” You blurted out.

“I am here because I have been involved with this manor for some short time. If someone who enters tickles my fancy, I come down myself and today I am glad I did. As to how, constraints you humans have, I don’t have.”

“Wait. What do you mean ‘short time’?” Sam thought out loud. “What even is ‘short’ for you?”

“Decades, one or two centuries” Loki mused. “You saw the gravel path. Big enough for carriages.”

“O- kay.”

“When thoughts about time and space constraints are out of the question, I expect you two can think of why I’m here?”

“Sure we can” Sam said. “And you are…?”

“Yes.”

Loki rose from the armchair and stood in front of the short side of the bed. With a flick of his wrist the canopies on the sides facing the room flew open. Sam looked at you. You looked at Sam.

“We did talk about this. You’re sure you want to do this with him?” Sam looked from you to Loki.

“Yeah. Are you?” You looked between the two.

“Yes.”

“I thank you for the trust, Midgardians. Come here, pet” Loki beckoned you over to stand in front of the bed.

With deliberate slowness you walked over to him.

“I wouldn’t test myself, if I were you” He smirked.

“And what are you gonna do?” You challenged him.

Loki ignored you and spoke to Sam: “Is she always bratty?”

“Sometimes. She likes to test me. And, apparently, you. I can get her to behave. I’ll look forward to seeing how you’ll deal with her.”

You looked over at Sam in mock betrayal but couldn’t keep your grin full of memories of you and him and full with anticipation at what Loki would or could do completely off your face. You walked the last steps to stand directly before Loki. From behind, you felt Sam looking at you.

Loki took of your clothes one by one. Shirt, pants, socks, bra, at last your panties. He pushed you back until you laid flat on the bed. After another flick of his wrist, Sam and Loki were both naked. Both were already hard and standing proud. The contrast of Sam’s warmth to your left and Loki being colder than the average human sent a tingle down your spine.

“And now?” You grinned at them both.

Loki didn’t answer. Instead, he bent down and brushed his lips over yours. He sucked on your bottom lip and licked over your lips. You opened them and let Loki play with you further. Sam moved behind you and laid you between his legs.

Loki kissed his way down your body. You felt his lips on your body like they were everywhere. Everywhere except your neck. There, you felt Sam’s hand. He massaged and squeezed it. After a tighter squeeze you whimpered.

The God who seemed to have several pairs of lips looked up at you and smirked. “Look at you. Already whimpering and I didn’t even use seidr…”

Sam chuckled and stroked your cheek. “You wanted this. About that seidr of yours. Never saw you use it. What can you do with it?” He looked at Loki.

“I’m glad you asked, Samuel.”

After a glimmer, you were turned on your belly and felt your arms being pulled together behind your back. Your legs were spread and your mouth opened in an ‘O’ shape. You wriggled and tested your restraints.

Something cracked down on your butt. You hadn’t seen anything to do that with anywhere. And neither Loki’s nor Sam’s hands were near your butt. Loki had migrated to the head of the bed and stood near your head. Now and again he stroked your hair.

“Seeing her ass jiggle without anything in the way is incredible” Sam moaned.

You felt the familiar sting but with each second you still felt it, seemingly elongated by something or someone, you felt something else wrap around your legs, arms and torso.

“This is more than what would just achieve the goal” The tone of Sam’s voice told you, even while still locking eyes with Loki, that he was squeezing his cock.

“This is as much art as much as it is arousal.” Loki looked Sam up and down. His eyes stayed a little below Sam’s navel.

“I’ll take this as a compliment.”

“Oh, it is.”

With that, you heard a whoosh and there stood three duplicates of the Loki currently stroking your hair and spanking you but at the same time not. If that made sense. Then again, sense should be out the windows with the velvet curtains.

You turned your head and saw Sam being passionately kissed by the two Lokis that had just appeared. But you couldn’t enjoy the sight of Sam being pleasured, four hands caressing him and Sam seemingly not knowing where and who to touch and kiss, although technically they were the same person. Just double and that without any alcohol.

The Loki behind you pulled you to stand with your back to his chest. His colder lips traveled down your spine. He stood up again and pulled you closer to him. There was a smaller whoosh sound and two of the Lokis disappeared. One on your side and one on Sam’s side. The remaining God softly kissed down Sam’s back to America’s ass.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You grinned.

“That it is” Loki spread the cheeks and asked Sam: “Wanna experience something new?”

“Not like I don’t already.”

“I’ll take that as a yes” Loki started to sink into Sam slowly.

“I’m not pre-“ Sam said.

“Do not worry. I know a way” He whispered into his ear. Sam closed his eyes with a moan when he was entered from behind.

Sam seemed to need no time to adjust, despite being allegedly not prepared, and was immediately lost to pleasure. Loki wrapped his arms around him, pressing his chest to Sam’s back. The Loki behind you mirrored his twin or whatever he was in his position. He nudged your back entrance with his cock.

“Do not forget your lady” The Loki behind you addressed Sam.

His eyes snapped open and he chuckled breathlessly. “Sorry. It’s just so good.”

“Thank you” Both Lokis said in unison. “Now, enter her.”

Sam nodded and put his cock to your pussy. He filled you slowly. Agonizingly so. But at the same time you felt Loki entering you from behind.

“H- how is this possible?” You wanted to know.

“God” He whispered simply into your ear.

“Uh-hu.”

Loki grabbed your hair and bent your head backwards to kiss you passionately. You felt Sam’s wet lips and tongue licking and sucking on your neck. You could hear Sam being kissed as well and opened your eyes to see only sleek black hair just above Sam’s shoulder.

Fairly quickly, the men had found a rhythm that didn’t allow you any reprieve from stimulation. When Loki pulled back, Sam and ‘his’ Loki pushed in. Sam kissed you messily and started rubbing your clit softly. He spread your juices on his fingers and pushed them into your mouth, all the way to your throat. Your whimper morphed into a gag. Loki squeezed the base of your neck and at the same time Sam pulled his fingers from your mouth and slapped your clit.

You saw stars behind your eyes. You mouth opened in a silent scream and you felt yourself clenching both on Sam and Loki. Both didn’t cease or falter in their movements, they just stroked you even more and whispered sweet nothings to you.

“Such a good, pretty girl” Sam whispered when you went lax in their arms.

“Samuel, pull out of your lady” Loki ordered.

“Do I have to? She’s so warm and wet…”

“Obey me. You won’t regret it. And you’ll still have me behind you.”

“How?” Sam asked and looked back at the Loki behind him who was identical to the one behind you.

“Wait. You can feel that?” You asked.

“Excuse me?” The Loki behind you, the original one, responded and applied a little pressure on the sides of your neck.

“That came out wrong. I meant, can you feel what your illusion is doing?”

“Yes, pet. Before any of you ask, it would be too hard to explain. And I’d rather use my mouth for something else.”

“No shit, Sherlock” You deadpanned.

Sam’s eyes went wide at what you’d just said.

Loki’s voice became dangerously quiet. “Talk back to me once more and see what happens.”

You nodded. Sam smiled at you. “My, aren’t you a good girl for him?” He kissed you messily until moans of him and you broke the kiss, because the Loki behind Sam had thrust into him.

Loki laid down on the bed and pulled Sam with him. ‘Your’ Loki pulled out of you as well but before you could do much more than pout, he pushed you to your knees and pressed your head to Sam’s cock.

He pushed your head down until you gagged on Sam. He whimpered at the feeling.

“You feel so good…” He moaned.

He was pushed into you, just as Loki kissed his way up your thighs. Loki licked across your lips before he spread them and suckled on the inner sides of them, now and again poking his tongue a little into you. Then He stopped.

“Samuel.”

Sam just whimpered and continued to thrust into your mouth, like he was possessed.

“Samuel, you will not come before your lady. You will come at the exact moment she comes. Understood?” Loki said sternly.

“Y- yes” He moaned.

As reward for that, the Loki behind Sam quickened his pace. You hollowed your cheeks and licked him. Loki started sucking on your clit and inserted two fingers in you. He found your G spot almost immediately. You were already moaning around Sam because of how Loki pleasured your clit. But apparently that wasn’t enough for Loki.

He went to town on your G spot and you could do nothing but take it, the almost overwhelming pleasure transforming into muffled whimpers around Sam. Sam in turn whimpered because of the added vibrations and the thrusts he received from his Loki.

“I want you to cum, my darling” Loki whispered into your ear and thrust into you.

You felt like you ascended to the heavens and stayed there. Faintly, probably down on Earth, you heard a mix of whimpers, moans and even fainter gulps.

When you were able to open your eyes again, you looked into Sam’s big brown, and dazed, eyes.

“There you two are” Loki chuckled.

You looked around and saw the last Loki illusion having vanished.

“When you can move, let us take advantage of the whirlpool.”

In the bathroom, that had indeed floor heating, so your intuition like feeling had been right, you stepped into the whirlpool with Sam. Loki sat down between you and pulled you both close to him.

“Stay as long as you like” Loki offered.

Your car would still be broken down if you didn’t get a mechanic to come all the way out here. And you didn’t have anywhere else to be. After all, you were on a road trip with Sam.

What were a few more days?

[messers-moony]

Comics | A.G

Paring: Aidan Gallagher X Fem!Reader

Summary: Aidan meets an unusually pretty girl at a library while trying to find a textbook for school

Warnings: Cursing

This male was not easily captivated by females. His heart was guarded with the highest of security. Being hurt multiple times was the reason for his high guard.

Not only that, but he was surrounded by actresses and models his entire life. Pretty girls didn’t phase him. Smart girls did. Intelligence was a significant impresser for him.

This girl, whom he found himself falling for, was extremely intelligent. She was a good beauty, of course, but her smarts are what made her stand out. Her sense of style was odd as well.

Her earrings had Yahtzee tiles, the right ear had the letter F, and the left had the letter U. She wouldn’t be her without her signature, Doc Martens. A blank jacket usually resided around her waist, along with a graphic tee covering her chest. Jeans or leggings were generally on her legs.

Aidan adored her. She was gorgeous, and her brains were brilliant. Her personality was bright, just like her vibrant dyed hair. This girl we’ve been speaking about, you may ask? Her name was Y/n L/n, and she was brilliant.

Y/n had finished college by the time she was just twenty, and Aidan was just finishing his associate's degree. They met at a library.

She was browsing through the comic book section like she frequently did. He was looking for a textbook, but his eyes were caught on this extraordinary female sitting at a table alone. The textbook had fallen from his hands, causing a clattering noise.

Y/n perked up at the sound and saw him. He was cute, in her opinion. But he seemed so far out of her league. He was adorable. He picked up the textbook and sent her an awkward smile that made her heart race.

She looked over at the nervous male and sent him a wink which caused his cheeks to flush a scarlet. Aidan walked over and bought the textbook. Then with hesitation, he walked to her table and sat before her.

Y/n slowly looked up from her comic book to see him with an open textbook out, accompanied by an iPad which was meant for writing notes. Y/n’s head laid in the palms of her hands.

“ Did I startle you? “ Aidan queried nervously, “ No, not at all. But it seems that I have surprised you. “ Y/n smirked, and Aidan blushed again.

“ Y- You did startle me. “ Aidan stammered, “ That’s adorable. “ Y/n snickered.

“ Whatcha got their pretty boy? “ Y/n questioned, trying to glimpse at the textbook, “ O- Oh, it’s um- “ Aidan began as he scrambled through his notes.

“ It’s my last class. I need to get my associate's degree. I graduate in December. “ Aidan answered, “ I remember those days. “ Y/n reminisced.

Aidan furrowed his eyebrows at the girl, “ Got a question for me? “ Y/n teased, “ I don’t mean to be rude, but how old are you? “ Aidan asked out of pure curiosity.

“ Twenty years old graduated college with my bachelors in May. “ Y/n responded, and Aidan was taken aback, “ H- How? “

Y/n chuckled, “ I started college my junior year of high school. I work as a comic book artist. This is part of my work. I analyze comic books because it helps me when working to draw my characters. “

“ H- Have you read The Umbrella Academy? “ Aidan inquired, “ Indeed. It was one of my assignments to analyze it in college. I’ve also watched the Netflix series. You are Number Five, if I’m not mistaken. “ Y/n explained.

Aidan visually gulped, “ Y- Yeah. I did play Number Five. “ Aidan replied, “ So you’re the famous Aidan Gallagher. “ Y/n taunted.

“ I guess so. “ Aidan responded, “ So Whats someone as famous as you talking to little me? Mm? “

Aidan’s cheeks flushed again, “ Y- You caught my eye. I think you’re pretty. “ The male nervously spoke, “ But if the rumors are true, beauty doesn’t appeal to you. Intelligence does. “ Y/n replied with a slight smirk.

Aidan didn’t speak. She knew him or knew about him. She was smart, brilliant. She had all her facts and knew them like the back of her hand. It left him astonished.

“ Might wanna close your mouth. You might catch swallow a fly by accident. However, it’s just a suggestion. “ Y/n winked, and Aidan immediately closed his jaw.

Without another second passing, Y/n stood up with her book in hand. Then she exited the building. Aidan was left in shock at the forward female. Now he was left wondering if he would ever see him again.

A couple of days later, it was Saturday. This meant that Aidan would go live for his Patreon. Secretly he hoped that the girl would join. Hell, he didn’t even get her name. He’d never find her again.

Aidan started the live, and immediately the chat was filled with different comments. The male searched through some of them. He was desperately looking for something to start a conversation with.

“ ‘Do you have more music planned?’ “ Aidan read aloud, “ Yes, indeed I do. I’ve recently been overwhelmed with inspiration. “ The male answered.

Again he skimmed through the comments, “ ‘What was the past week like?’ “ Aidan questioned, “ Well, I’d say it was interesting. I met this person getting my textbook for my last class, and they were very intriguing. “

Now the comments were flooded with questions asking who this person was or what they looked like. Aidan scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“ I- I actually didn’t get their name. “ Aidan stuttered out, “ ‘What did they look like?’ Well, they had dyed hair and sported a pair of glasses. They also had Yahtzee earrings. They were really cool lookin’. Regardless they caught my attention. We had a little chat, and then they left. “ Aidan explained.

That’s as far into detail as Aidan got when speaking about her. Truthfully he couldn’t say much more other than how confident and cocky she appeared to be.

After finishing his class on Monday, he scrambled to grab his things and head to the library. But this time, he had a specific gift for the girl who he didn’t know the name of. However, he thought the gift would be much better in her hands than his.

So, without a second thought, Aidan sat down at the same table and began notes. The sound of a bell ringing is what caught his attention. There she was. She was handing the librarian a stack of comic books.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The girl then proceeded to walk out of the door, and Aidan grabbed the gift to follow her.

“ Wait! “ He shouted as he left the library.

Y/n turned around to be met with the boy she met only days ago, “ Hello? “ The confident female chuckled, “ I- I saw you check in all those comic books and not getting any. May I ask why? “ Aidan queried out of breath.

“ Well, if you must know, I’m moving. It turns out Los Angeles isn’t the place for me. “ Y/n responded, her tone airy and light, “ O- Oh. Well, I wanted to give this to you. “ Aidan spoke, slightly disappointed at the news.

Y/n took the comic in his hand. It was the first issue of the Umbrella Academy, “ I love the thought, but I already have a copy. “ Y/n denied softly, “ Open it. “ Aidan replied.

Hesitating, she opened the comic. On the first page was a signature. Not just anyone’s signature. Gerard way’s signature. That had been her idol for years and the entire reason she was in the field of comic book illustrating.

“ D- Do you like it? “ Aidan asked nervously, “ How did you? And why? Stuff like this is valuable. “ Y/n said as thoughts ran past her head.

“ Well, I have the other copies signed at my apartment. I thought this would be much better in your hands. “ The male smiled, “ I hope you don’t mind, but I may have accidentally left a bookmark in there. “

Y/n shook her head, “ No problem. “

Y/n smiled and kissed his cheek. Aidan’s cheeks flushed a bright pink, and Y/n smiled as she clutched the comic close to her chest.

“ Y/n L/n. Remember it. “ Y/n winked as she walked away.

Aidan watched as she left him on the sidewalk dumbfounded, “ Oh, I’m so fucked. “ Aidan murmured, knowing he was wrapped around her finger.

[ofthingschanged]

I really want to do that matchy matchy thing with someone. You know make matching characters in the same fandom, do all the cute friendship things. Why do I want that?