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strgrlxox · 2 years ago

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pretty little thing.

✟ ꙳ original request here ! i've been so excited to write for college!james and this was the perfect chance 😘💋❞¸

+ ¸ ❞ this is literally just be not knowing how sports/college sports work for abt 800 words ꙳ ✟

he was so nervous beforehand, of course he tried to pretend like he wasn’t but he knew him better than that. it was the first game of the year and james, who got a scholarship for playing this very sport, felt like he was the worst on the team.

when he was still in school, playing against other teenagers, it was easier to be better than everyone else. now, he felt like all his talents were nothing short of average.

you tried to comfort him as best as you could and it helped most of the time, but right now as you watched james pace around his dorm room, you weren’t even sure if it would work.

“james, it’ll be fine, love.” you smile at him from your spot on the edge of his bed. “you’ll do great, know you will.”

he couldn’t even process your words, his nerves eating at him. so you try a different method, standing from the bed and smoothing down your glittery skirt. you stand in front of him and he doesn’t even look your way until you grab both sides of his face and pull him towards you. lips meeting his because he could always kiss you and make you forget everything––how to stand and how to breathe. sometimes, he’d kiss you and you’d forget about all the air in the world except for what was in his lungs. he filled you with his love and got you drunk off his tender kisses. you only hoped you could provide him the same comfort. you place a hand on his chest, smiling into his mouth when you feel his heartbeat calm down. you release his mouth, still smiling at him, “you’ll do great, jamie.”

and he did. he scored at the last seconds and they won the game. you were so proud.

you had hugged and kissed him afterwards, “i told you so’s” dripping from your lips. he kissed you again, making you feel all dizzy.

he took you back to his dorm room after you promised to stay the night. he’d put you on his bed, the still-fresh adrenaline leaking from his veins––––too enraptured with you and your body to care about the aching in his bones.

“you were so good out there, angel.” he kissed up your neck, letting his hands trail up your skirt. you laugh at the fact that he was praising you for your cheers when he was the reason the team won the game.

“no, you were so good.” you try to hold back moans with the way his lips felt trailing on his skin panting out loud instead. “i barely blinked so that i could watch the whole thing.”

he shoots you a look, his eyebrows raised. “oh, yeah? what’d you think?”

“took everything not to drop my pompoms and kiss you when you scored those points at the end.”

“hmm, maybe you should have just done it.” he smiles into your flesh and it’s contagious. “would’ve loved it if everyone knew that i got so lucky to be able to call the prettiest cheerleader mine.”

he looked at you with lust blown eyes and you couldn’t help but grow excited, even if you knew he was worn out already. “james, you’re probably exhausted.”

he laughed, “not yet.”

which is how you ended up with your legs on his shoulders while he pounded into you relentlessly.

“s'like this is my reward for doing so well, hm?” his tone is so condescendingly sweet. “best prize in the world.”

he told you to leave your skirt on, opting to just pull it up instead of removing it completely. his eyes are trained to the way the shimmering cloth moves as he thrusted into you…seeing you in his colors especially after he won the game did something to him.

“tell me how good i did.” he’d pant above you and you can barely fucking a reply, it’s more of a moan actually…something akin to “so good, jamie.”

“say it again.” he moaned out, the sound making you clench around him. “come on, pretty little thing. one more time, please? needa hear it.”

‘so fucking good, jamie. you did s––oh shit.” your words get caught in your throat when he thrusts into you deeper. “fuck, james you’re doing so good.”

he can’t help but chuckle at how far gone you are, loving how only he could get you like this.

“you like being my prize, don’t you?” he’s teasing and you love it. he’s fucking you out of your mind so you can’t even answer his question so instead you just moan louder while he fucks with every once of his remaining energy.

“god, i love you. my little cheerleader.”

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year ago

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Cinnamon Crush

PAIRING: chubby!Professor!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Student!Reader

WORDS: 3,036.

SUMMARY: It seemed a contagious crush had befallen your fellow pupils of your Psych class, and you were no exception… Only, however, your Professor did not spare you from your lustful thoughts.

WARNINGS: reader is of legal age!!!, teacher x pupil dynamic (with consent), female receiving (fingering), NSFW, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, humiliation kink, exhibitionism, praise kink.

A/N - thanks to @sugarpopss for feeding into my delusions and horny thots, we brainstormed this idea, and voila! hope you enjoy boo xox

Undertaking this human behaviour psychology class was proving to be both a tease and a taunt. Often, you were a diligent student, reserved in your ways, you never struggled with losing focus nor lacking attention, and yet, something about this class with each passing week, was provoking something devious from within you.

Your attention remained persistent and unwavering, however not on the topic at hand, though rather on your stout and round professor...

Aegon Targaryen, was one of those professors you really had not paid any mind to initially. You scarcely saw him during your first year, as he taught mostly the latter years of tertiary schooling: when his presence was not occupied in teaching tutorials and lectures, he was adamantly hidden away, reclusive to his own office or the teacher's cafeteria. Yet, passing by the corridors, you had heard many whispering gossip from previous pupils, giddily confronting each other of their little "crushes" over their chubby professor. Yet, you had never fully comprehended their words, nor what they saw in the man, till having come face to face with him.

Gradually, as the weeks went by during the semester, you had grown accustomed to his unnerving presence, grand stature, that deep, succulent voice as he monotonously spoke: the longer your keen eyes lusted over his minute details, over his physicality, the more beauty you saw in him. And despite not being that much your senior, he was still older and an authoritative figure in comparison to your colleagues.

His weight was never an issue, nor a flaw that had "turned you off" nor the others. In fact, tediously attempting to search for a textbook in the University's library, you had idly overheard a few of your colleagues gushing over the potential likelihood size of your professor's cock.

"You know what they say about the thicker men, right ladies? I bet it you girls, he'd have you rendered incapable of walking!"

"A girlfriend of mine slept with a guy much larger than herself in size, and she said it was the best sex she ever had-"

"Do you guys not see the way he rubs his belly from time to time, how adorable he looks? Or the way he has powder or icing over his lips that he tastes and licks off?-"

"Well I've made an appointment to see him after hours in his office to discuss the assignment, but I can't guarantee that's all that will happen... Did you guys not notice the way he winked at me? The way our fingers touched when he handed me back my paper?!"

Captivated by their gossip, you began to grow more attentive to your elder professor in class. Noticing the details your enthusiastic peers had picked up, each time you had captured a small indifference, you would make mental notes, often smiling to yourself mindlessly. Now you found yourself, gushing over minor, fleeting incidents, where your fingers brushed against each other, in exchange of papers, or that his larger mass lingered over your desk, during quizzes, lightly feeling the gentle, erotic touch of his distended belly over your arm.

At one point, secluded in your distant seat, in the lecture hall, rather than diligently dotting down notes as you habitually would, you found yourself sketching "A.T + [your initial]" bordered over an arrow-darted love-heart. Shaking your head to yourself, as if you had awoken from a haste sleep, you truly could not fathom the sheer sway Aegon had over you, and yet his oblivious efforts seemed to taunt you a little more...

What felt like 10 hours was a mere one hour that had dulled by. Having spent countless hours deep into the previous night tediously studying, you felt tiresome quarrelling against the inevitable slumber that your body so desperately craved. Your head often bobbing up and down, eyes darting wide awake, shooting up towards your plump professor at the front, writing on the blackboard, his broad back turned towards you. The screeching sound of the white chalk against it, was steady enough to keep you pathetically awake.

Now that your attention was resumed once more on his figure, you delicately glanced over at how fitted his dress shirt looked around certain soft edges. How tight the fabric had grown, since the semester began, as often his pupils sought food as a way to his heart, many had believed. His thighs stocky, you could not deny that his backside was chunky, an innate yet heinous urge to spank and squeeze at his porky flesh. The thought was enough to send a thrilling, dull ache between your thighs, as you hastily squirmed and readjusted in your seat.

Now resuming his focus back unto the class, your eyes widened lusciously at the breathtaking sight of his face, and that swollen stomach. One podgy hand rested atop its distended centre, as the other dropped the chalk to the side, and held up his notes. The tight sleeves of his white dress shirt, folded up only barely making it below his elbows. The black buttons of his tight fitted shirt, close to bursting at its seams, another backed goodie would do the trick to pop them right off, you fathomed. An excitement at the sheer, imaginative scene, Aegon slumped comfortably on a desk chair, relishing in the last few bites of a powdered doughnut, and you... Nestled cosily onto his wide, meaty lap, his thick arm wrapped around your side, his pudgy hand finding its way firmly gripping your thigh, as the other held the pastry good. And your head laying against his stocky shoulder, admiring the man, as your hand slowly, and soothingly rubbed circles against his swelling, tense belly.

Now the preemptive wetness, you could just feel brewing at your aching cunt. The moisture felt thick and warm, at the slightest of movement from below, closing your legs together desperately, fearful that your professor could practically smell you from the distance. Yet he remained unfazed, continuing on his tangent talk. Shoving his reading glasses further into his nose bridge, as he read the loose pages before him. Examining the room, the class was present yet not full, only a few missing, yet everyone either in their own world, whether sketching doodles in their notebooks, or gazing across online sites, the few at the front however, kept their sole attention on Aegon. Yet in your horizon, they stood blocking his view of you further in the back... You were certain your existence in his class was close to fictitious. Just a shadow in the background. He scarcely spoke to you, except for a quick "well done" or haste compliment on an assignment, you were merely just there. Or so you had credulously deluded yourself to believe.

You had never acted so impulsively and yet, you felt that carnal urge, that burning desire to be fulfilled. Envisioning Aegon in the privacy of your dorm was never satisfactory, often always distracted or interrupted, your ethereal vision of him taken from you in an instant. And yet, here he stood before you, in all his glory... Why deny yourself the pleasure? You promised it would be a mild, quick venture.

Your hand began to idly snake its way down below your desktop, whilst the other reached for your black denim jacket, covering your legs and skirt, acting as though a chilly breeze swept by. Your eager fingers pulling up your skirt, as it found its way to the soaked cloth of your sheer, cotton panties. Your cheeks instinctively flushed pink, heat coursing against your face, as the humiliation set in at just how fragile you felt against Aegon’s mere presence, a man that you had not even conversed for any longer than a mere minute.

The thought was unbearable and yet you could not help but succumb to your desires for him.

Panties tugged to the side, a finger slowly slipped in carefully, meticulous to not expose yourself in your movements or your sounds. God forbid, if you had helplessly let out a moan, a cry for his name, you would cease to exist.

With a slow and familiar pace, your hand began to pump in and out of your soaking entrance, your finger delved shyly inside, encircling your silky folds, as your eyes remained fixated on Aegon. Instead your mind alternatively ventured into the aching thought, instead of pleasing yourself, your generous professor was instead in your stead, eager to teach you his wisdom, how to please a woman, how to psych your mind to pleasure through his experienced touch, and the constant praise of what a “good girl” you’ve been for him, his best pupil yet.

Envisioning his handsome, soft face just inches apart from yours, as his plump, wet lips grazed over yours before falling into a kiss. Wondering what his mouth would taste like, concluding a sweet, cinnamon taste lingering from all the baked goodies he would devour. You ached to feel his adipose flesh beneath your grasp, kneading at his plump, fair skin, suckling at his sensitive fat, leaving red, blatant marks on his pale skin. Your free hand now rested on your desk, you firmly gripped the edge of the desk, intuitive for some support, as your hip bucked slightly forward, shoving your finger deeper into your oozing cunt.

The excitement remained stagnant, and having noticed no changes to your surroundings, no curious or suspicious looks earned, you confidently implored, inserting another digit between your velvet folds, your motions stretching your walls out, as your pace began to haste a notch.

The tight feeling of your innocent walls clenching around your fingers, your mind wandered to the memory of overhearing the notion of Aegon’s cock. Your mind intoxicated with the idea of its girth, the words of your fellow peers, echoing in your mind as you relished in the sensation of Aegon’s thick, throbbing cock painfully stretching you out instead.

“Thicker dudes have thicker cocks, c'mon this is known. They’ll stretch you out and it will hurt like fuck at first, but God is it worth it—”

Deeper your digits shoved themselves, eager to graze over that sweet, sweet spot, leaning more forward over your desk instinctively, your free hand gripping the desk, now subtly covering your mouth, in an attempt to muffle the moans. From time to time, you needed to muster the consciousness to open your eyes, trying to mask your actions with some normalcy, as your professor continued to speak. You swore for a split second, that his eyes hovered towards your direction, yet he persevered, unfazed by your discrete, promiscuous nature.

Gods, you were desperate for the man. If he had simply called out your name, that would be supple enough to make you cum.

Much to your oblivious and ignorant mind, you hadn’t realised that your jacket began to slip away beneath your knees, from all your squirming and pacing motions. Slowly and slowly, too occupied in your conceited ways, the jacket finally fell to the floor, your legs spread apart to accomodate for your hand and its motion, you hadn’t realised your licentious exposure, until the air conditioned chill of the room settled across your bare skin. Yet your hand remained inside of you, your pace now slowed, as your eyes fell back to Aegon, your awareness regaining itself. Seconds spared as you froze in motion, before realising your professors’s gaze remained fixated firmly onto you, his lilac orbs dropping down intently eyeing your lower half. Hastily, pushing his glasses against the nose bridge once more, clearing his throat, he looked hastily down as he stuttered on his words. Immediately, you gathered yourself into composure. That familiar, prior flustered feeling coaxed you once more, the embarrassment visibly flaring in your meek face, as you dared not to look towards Aegon.

Caught in fuss, as you prayed for your existence to simply disappear, the class had been dismissed, and you hastily attempted to gather your belongings, as they fell to your feet clumsily. Just as you’d picked up the last of the fallen stationary, shoving everything into your handbag, the sudden shout for your name, from a familiar, deep voice boomed from below the lecture hall.

“Y/N, if I could see you for a second, please?” Aegon shouted, as you frighteningly stared at him, shyly nodding as you hesitantly walked down the steps. Aegon remained, partially sat at the edge of his wooden desk, his thick arms folded across his belly, making him look even more brooding. Never this up close, you only just realised how feeble you looked against his larger stature, a few inches taller, yet wider than you his frame would engulf yours, if anyone looked from beyond him, your presence would go unnoticed. His eyes remained locked onto the entrance of the class, as each pupil filed out, some without a goodbye and others desperate for some acknowledgement before giddily pacing out, as he exchanged friendly goodbye wink.

Now it was solely you two remaining. The room felt vastly larger, yet suffocating simultaneously. This overbearing tightness brewing in your chest, as you clenched your notebook closer to your chest. Despite now being fully clothed and composed, you felt naked in his presence, the shame settling in.

“How’s the semester been treating you, Y/N?”

That was strange, you hadn’t expected him to ask that. Whether it was the unexpected question or the shame, you struggled to muster the strength of your voice, as the words remained choked in your throat.

“I-I suppose it’s okay. Stressful, but okay, S-Sir.”

“I gather you’ve been busy with your studies, with exams and what not coming up. I rarely see you out of the library, not even the cafeteria.”

He noticed? You could scarcely fathom his words, and yet it was true. With the semester’s end exams looming in the horizon, you had kickstarted your thorough studies, desperate to cram every bit of information into your memory before it was too late. At times, you were so preoccupied, food was not an option, otherwise your roommate would politely gather you some sustenance from outside.

“I-I just don’t have the time for anything else these days, th-than to study… S-Sir.”

As you found courage to respond, in the meanwhile, Aegon had shut the door close, the hall becoming just a little more suffocating, trapping you in his sole presence, before he resumed his previous stance.

“Is that why you wished to put on that little show up there? Is that your call for help, hmm?”

Taken aback, you felt the scarlet blush of your cheeks flare up in heat, your lips mouthing open yet not words echoed through. Your eyes pondered to the ground seldomly, unable to maintain eye contact, as Aegon released a growling chuckle.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I suppose, I was just not expecting that from you—”

A wave of disappointment wretched and hurled in your stomach, as his words engraved in your mind. Shooting your eyes rapidly up at him, shaking your head you profusely began to apologise.

“It-It was unlike me, Aegon- I-I mean Professor. I am not the type that does ugh- that sort of thing, I-I am unsure of what came over me, p-please don’t fail me—”

As you breathlessly plead your case, taking a small step towards Aegon, you felt your eyes swelling with hot tears, as one fell across your tender cheek.

“Hey-Hey, what makes you think I would fail you? I’m not disappointed, Y/N—”

A loose strand of your hair had fallen besides your face unknowingly, yet Aegon took the decency to brush it across, stroking the strand behind your ear, as his pudgy hand cupped your face, the other gently rubbing at your side for reassurance. His touch was just as divine as you had imagined, feeling your senses slowly begin to collapse.

“I’m just surprised… A little esteemed. If I’m being quite honest, I would expect that behaviour from the others, but you? Not in my wildest dreams… You never cease to amaze me, huh?”

The last words he uttered, his thumb lightly flicked at your chin, lifting it subtly up, as he nudged for you to look up at him. Met with his warm smile, you bashfully returned the favour, completely smitten.

“I suppose I’ll have to change classes? Professor Lannister might—”

“There will be no such thing, you’re staying here. You’re my best student. And besides, Lannister’s a perv. One look at you, and he’ll think he has a chance.”

“B-But, where do we- how do we move on f-from this, exactly, Sir?”

Aegon resumed leaning back on the desk, plopping himself down, the wood creaked beneath his heavier mass, as his hands remained firmly holding yours.

“We tell no one… No one needs to know. I still teach you and you, well—”

Licking his soft lips, his eyes feasted over you, hungrily lingering from head to toe, devouring you as if you were some dessert out before him, that he was about to spoil himself silly with.

“—you can sit up there and still tease me all you wish, but perhaps… You would rather find more comfort in the privacy of my office. How about you meet me there at 5pm, just for some one on one lessons. I guarantee it’ll help with your studies. Let me help you to ugh- prepare.”

“I-I suppose that would be okay, if that is what you best advise. I-Is that what you want from me, Sir? For me to keep my pretty mouth shut, and do as I am told?”

Now the tables turned, the sudden outburst of an ego from your end, having been swayed by Aegon’s sly remarks, he remained somewhat… Impressed. Closing the distance between you both, his gut now pressing up against you, your breasts being pushed up against it. Precisely as how you creatively envisioned it, his plump lips crushed against your own, the sweet, sugary taste lingering in his mouth was a pleasant one, as his tongue pried its way into your own, before releasing as he inhaled a deep breath.

“You keep being that pretty, obedient girl I know you are, and I’ll show you just how proud I am of you.”

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storiesbyjes2g · 10 months ago

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3.80 Favor ain't fair

I couldn't help but watch the elders and how they dealt with each other. All of us had long since gotten used to this post-divorce world we lived in. Though everyone had moved on, I expected Winterfest to be very weird. Me seeing Dwayne with Mama or Dad hearing about him from me was one thing, but having them in the same room was another. Dad made a lot of progress, but was he ready for that? I had prepared to be a buffer or make an excuse for him, but he looked surprisingly comfortable. Dwayne was the one who was hesitant. He had always been reserved and comfortable in the background, however, so he could have been okay. Mama was all smiles, of course. Heh, this was probably the best day of her year with her kids and both lovers at home. I watched them all with pride despite feeling like it was all very weird. It took a LOT for all of them to get to that place. I honestly doubted Dad would ever get there, but he walked around Mama's house grinning up a storm and peacefully sharing a space with the man who took away his soulmate. Winterfest miracles did exist.

After dinner, Rosie found me, and I gave her some holiday love.

"Happy Winterfest, Ro! You've been a very good girl. You think Father Winter will bring you a nice treat?"

Alessia stood there watching us, and I hoped she would do better with our dogs than she did with Tofu.

"Did you meet your auntie yet?"

"Ehhhhh...hi," Alessia said stiffly.

I laughed.

"She's not gonna bite you, Less. Just put your hand out slowly and let her smell you. If she thinks you're okay, she'll let you touch her."

"Okaaaaay." She bent over slowly and cautiously. "I'm coming down...don't be weird..."

Rosie stepped toward her equally as cautious, sniffed her hand, and then sat in front of her.

"See? She likes you. Give her a pat on the head so she knows you're friendly."

"That was really cool. She's cute."

She never gave Tofu a chance. Maybe Rosie and Kooper will win her over.

Mama came in with the dirty dishes and caught Less and I having seconds.

"Hey! Don't fill up on that. There's dessert, you know."

Dwayne left shortly after dinner. He said wanted us to enjoy our family time. I could see the disappointment in Mama's eyes and imagined her saying something like, "but you're my family too." Dwayne was a realist, and I appreciated that because Mama's fantasy land was gonna get someone's feelings hurt eventually.

It was time for presents, and I caught a glimpse of Less and Sophia dancing in the living room as I passed by. Whether they had bonded or it was just coincidence, I was glad to see them together, not in conflict.

"Luca," Mama sang, "I've got something extra special for you!"

Alessia rolled her eyes.

"Here she goes with the special gifts just for Luca."

"It's not a special gift! It belongs to him."

She handed me a box, and I took it hesitantly. What did she have of mine? And why make a big deal out of it on Winterfest? She wasn't the re-gifting type.

"Uhh...thanks," I said.

I took the box and opened it slowly. Inside, I saw a painting I'd seen my entire life. It hung in my room when I was little. And then when we moved to Newcrest, Mama put it in the kitchen. I seemed to recall one time Mama said Gammy painted some things for my nursery before I was born. This had to be one of them!

"Gammy's painting?? You're gonna let me have it?!!"

"She painted it for you. The one with the dogs too, but I want to hold on to that one."

"Yeah, of course! Wow! Thanks, Mama. This is so cool!"

I thought about our frigid meeting in the cemetery often. I loved that I now had evidence of our past relationship and would hang it in a place of honor in our new house.

After presents, we gathered around the tree and sang songs. And as always, Less acted like she was too cool for school. That only made us turn up and be even sillier. At least she was in a good mood, though. At the end of the night, she sat on the rocking chair doing belly laughs. It was very contagious, so I joined in. Mama came in and told us a story about how Father Winter came to their house in Sulani while she was doing belly laughs. He thought it was adorable and gave her some tips! And just like how it happened in her story, Father Winter walked in on her doing a belly laugh demo for us.

"I remember you," he said. "You still go it."

"Thank you, Father Winter! This is my son, Luca! He's getting married soon!"

"Yes," he said, "I've been watching him. He's been very good this year. This is one of my extra special gifts."

I didn't know what to think. An extra special gift from Mama, and another from The Man himself? And I was getting married in three days to the kindest, sweetest, funniest woman in the world? It was all too much. I thought about everything I'd gone through and how burdened and confused I was. All of that was a test. I held on and did the best I could, and now I was being rewarded. Not with a gift from Father Winter, but in love, success, favor, and friendship. I had already reckoned with my problems, but at that moment, I felt like the struggle was officially over.

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mattybstqrn · 7 months ago

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𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬 (𝐏𝐓.𝟏) - 𝐀.𝐖

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚜, 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚎

character's name is Charlotte

Female Reader x Alex Walter

As everyone danced on the dance floor, Charolette off to the side as she passed out drinks, but after some time she decided to take a break, she walked around the tent closely watching Alex, he is her crush, and she likes him, but he doesn't like her and then he got a girlfriend, Jackie. Jackie is sweet and kind and caring and smart, athletic, and pretty, Charlotte knew she could never be the one, it would always be Jackie.

Charlotte watched as Alex stood stumbling as he poured himself yet another drink. Feeling concerned for her friend and crush she walked over, as he sat stumbled into his seat, "Alex, come on, that's enough, okay? this isn't you," I stated as I sat down next to him while fighting him for the drink in his hand, but I quickly slapped his hand away and took the glass.

"Why didn't she say she loved me back?" Alex asked with a sad expression, I looked at him confused, he told Jackie that he loved her? I asked myself, I felt bad for him but why would he tell her that?

"Because she's an idiot," Is what I wanted to say, but I didn't, I kept quiet before asking, "You told her that you loved her?" "Yes, I did," Alex confirmed going in for another drink but I stopped him, "I do. Char, I love her. Do you think she loves me?" Alex asked placing his hand on mine, usually if he did that my stomach would erupt with butterflies but that wasn't the case this time.

"She-She didn't say anything," he added, and once I didn't answer being too busy in my own thoughts to answer but I quickly snapped back into reality once he tried to reach out for another glass, "Okay, mmm! no," I denied, "I'm cutting you," I stated as I reached out for the champagne, "Hey!"

"Come on, come on, let's go," I spoke grabbing the bottle of champagne and placing it on a different table as I helped him up from the chair, wrapping his arm around my shoulder for some balance.

Alex and I walked all the way over from the tent to his house and the whole time he just kept muttering about how great Jackie was, "Yes Alex, she is just great," I scoffed in annoyance rolling my eyes as we walked into his room.

"Why didn't she say it back?" he asked again, "I don't know, Alex," I sighed in relief that we made it to his room as I placed him on his bed, "You should probably ask her," I muttered not knowing if he heard me or not, "Yeah, yeah I will," Alex groaned as he plopped onto his bed as did I.

"I'll go ask," he muttered as he stood up to go tell her, "No, no, not tonight," I said shaking my head 'no' pushing him back down onto his bed, "Tomorrow." "Okay," he muttered as I helped him take off his jacket, "Okay, yeah, tomorrow." Alex nodded.

"Okay, champ, I'm gonna go get you some water," "Okay," "And then you're going to get some sleep," I told him before quietly adding, "And tomorrow everything will feel better, okay?" I looked up as I helped undo his tie, his eyes looked so beautiful and usually I would've folded but I looked away.

Our faces where centimeters apart and as much as I wanted to lean in, I didn't I waited for him to lean in, which he did but before either off us could do anything, he spoke, "Charlotte, I think... Char," Alex softly chuckled with a smile that felt so contagious, "You're so cool, you're my best friend and I've never admitted it before but... I think-I"

Before he could finish, he smashed his lips into hers, she had been waiting for this moment since she first started liking him, but it felt wrong, so she abruptly pulled away, "What are you doing?"

"I-I thought-,"

"You thought wrong," Actually he didn't this just wasn't an amazing time considering he has a girlfriend, "Alex, you have a girlfriend, the one you were just saying was so amazing, we-you can't do that to her," I explained standing up, "You told her you loved her for Christ sake!"

"Yeah, but I want you,"

"Then why? why didn't you tell me that sooner? or at all we could've had something," I asked tearing up at the fact that he supposedly likes me but has a whole girlfriend and didn't even bother to tell me until now.

"I don't know, but I'm telling you now," he said trying to stand up and walk over to me but stumbled causing me to reach out to grab him, once again our faces were centimeters away from each other, I wanted to, I did, I was so close to actually kissing him back, but I didn't and then he spoke, "Tell me not to... and I won't,"

"Tell me-"

Before he could finish, I cut him off by attaching my lips to his, he kissed back and stood up straight as he cupped my cheeks with his hands, I wrapped my arms around his neck as I continued to kiss him back, I couldn't help how I was feeling, I'm a horny teenager what did you except? hopefully not much.

Alex and I continued to kiss as we slowly made our way to his bed neither of us daring to break away from the kiss. The kiss got more intense as they kept going, Charlotte ended up under Alex who was kissing down her neck and hooked her arms around his neck in pleasure, and Alex's buttoned-up shirt... well that was buttoned down and tossed to the side.

As well as Charlotte's.

The two stood in that position until Charlotte pulled away, "What about Jackie?" I breathed out, "I'm pretty sure she likes Cole anyways," Alex shrugged as he continued to kiss down her neck leaving marks.

The two continued what they were doing except it just kept getting more intense both of their clothes were on the floor they had their underwear and bra on and they wanted to continue but Charlotte knew that she had to pull away eventually, "Alex..."

"Yeah?" he questioned slightly pulling away to look into her eyes, they looked beautiful, and he couldn't pull away from them, he had never been this close to realizing how beautiful they were, "We can't,"

"Why not?" he asked as the two pulled away from each other, Charlotte stood up and put her clothes back on, "You're drunk, that would be taking advantage of you, and I-I can't... I wouldn't do that to you or anyone,"

"I'm sorry," I added.

"I'm not, I like you... I think-I think I've always liked you... I just didn't realize it until now," Alex said in realization, "I like you too, but I can't... not right now, you need to break up with Jackie and tell her what just happened, and then, maybe... just maybe."

"I'll tell her," He nodded.

"Also, you might want to cover that up," I pointed out referring to the hickeys I left on his neck, "You might want to do the same," I nodded as I finished putting my clothes back on before walking out of his room and to the bathroom to hide the hickeys on her neck before going back to the party.

I couldn't believe what I had just done, I kissed, no, no I made out with someone else's boyfriend, and as much as I liked it, I felt horrible, but it felt great, and I wished I hadn't said that I couldn't because I could, and I want too but it's too late now.

Charlotte went on with her day and tried to forget about it, but she couldn't, and neither could Alex...

#my life with the walter boys #mlwtwb #alex walter #alex walter x reader #alex walter imagines

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thedo0zyslider · 2 months ago

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[Scapped scene for this fic!, song is dandelions by ruth b!)

Oli hums, kicking his kegs idly as he watches the bar goers. It's a lazy Wednesday evening, and the Sheriff is currently shooting frequent glances in his direction. He always does that when Oli shows up to the tavern, which happens at least once a week. The other patrons just pretended to not notice at this point.

The bard is currently sitting on the bar counter like he owns it or something, instrument in hand. A lute, if Jimmy remembers correctly. Though he might be wrong. He, admittedly, hasn't paid the bard much attention in recent weeks. Not since fWhip and him fought....

It's pretty late into the night, and people have slowly started to file out of the saloon, and into the streets. Jimmy thinks, if Tumble Town had two saloons, most of them would be bar hopping. That, amongst other reasons, is exactly why they don't have two saloons. He can't be bringing up an empire of drunkards, now can he?

"Hey, bard!" One of the patrons yells out, sudden and catching the Sheriff's attention. He lookd over, curious. The shout had natrually caught Oli's attention as well. "You gonna play something or are ya just gonna sit there?"

"If you want a song you have to pay, my good man!" Oli says, a smile on his face and a laugh in his voice. He tugs his lute father into his lap, hands hovering over the strings; anticipating a request. Other patrons are looking in his friends (if they are still friends....) direction now, excited for a show to go with their drinks. Jimmy can't help but find the energy contagious.

The man who had spoken laughs, probably a little more wasted than Jimmy had assumed on first glance, and throws some coins into the air. Oli catches them with practiced ease.

"I think a slow song is befitting of such a slow night at the tavern." Oli says, casting his gaze over to the Sheriff. There's something sparkling in his eyes, something Jimmy can't decipher. Oli plays a few starting notes on his instrument, warming it up. Someone, or maybe a few people, in the crowd start cheering hom on. He smiles like it's the best day of his life.

Jimmy barley hears anything the patrons are saying. With just one mysterious look, all his attention has been focused on Oli, and will be for the rest of the night.

Oli starts strumming the lute slowly, focusing on the chords. He starts singing a love song, one Jimmy has vaguely heard before. He wishes he could remember where. "Maybe it's the way you say my name. Maybe it's the way you play your game"

"But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you. But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you"

Jimmy listens, along with everyone else in the tavern, taken away. The people around him still talk and drink and joke, but in quieter tones. Jimmy’s too mesmerized by the sound of Oli's voice to do much of anything.

"And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime, and I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine" Oli looks at him again on that part. It's a very brief glance, lasting no more than half a second. It takes the Sheriff's breath away regardless. "'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine."

"And I see forever in your eyes. I feel okay when I see you smile, smile. Wishing on dandelions all of the time, praying to God that one day you'll be mine."

"Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time" Oli's voice slows a bit, before starting the next part of the sing, and he throws a wink at the crowd. More people throw him money. He catches it, and looks at the Sheriff again. Jimmy couldn't meet his gaze, even if his life depended on it.

"I think that you are the one for me. 'Cause it gets so hard to breathe. When you're looking at me, I've never felt so alive and free."

"When you're looking at me, I've never felt so happy. And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime" This is the part where Jimmy is very glad he doesn't have a drink. He's sure he would've spilled it or choked on it by now. Part of him wishes he had a chair, so he could go slack without sliding down the wall he's leaning against. The other part of him knows he wouldn't be able to get up if he did.

"And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine. 'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine."

"And I see forever in your eyes. I feel okay when I see you smile, smile." Yeah, no, Jimmy’s glad he doesn't have a drink or a table. His beer would definitely be all ivef the table. "Wishing on dandelions all of the time, praying to God that one day you'll be mine."

"Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time." The Sheriff realizes, at this part, that he's blushing red. He keeps listening, and hopes no one notices. The other patrons have definitely already noticed.

"Dandelion, into the wind you go, won't you let my darling know? Dandelion, into the wind you go, won't you let my darling know that?" (Jimmy wonders what fWhip would say, if he could see this now. If he could see how red the Sheriff's face was and how fast his old flames heart was beating...)

"I'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine. And I see forever in your eyes. I feel okay when I see you smile, smile."

"Wishing on dandelions all of the time, praying to God that one day you'll be mine." The song starts to end, and the last of the coins are drunkenly thrown at the bard. Jimmy wishes it wasn't ending, and he could listen tk this man skng forever. "Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time. I'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine"

The crowd cheers when he's done. Somebody loudly orders more drinks for the whole place, Sheriff included. Oli gets offered more money, gets requests to play more songs. The bard happily obliges, indulging Jimmy’s customers and all the money they give him. A waitress brings his drink to him, the one that customer had ordered. Jimmy doesn't take it.

Oli sings until closing time. The Sheriff doesn't hear any of the songs, rather disappointingly. He's still stuck on the first one, the love ballad, the one Oli had sung and looked right at him. He'll find himself stuck on it, mesmerized by it, for the rest of the night and then some.

Eventually, the saloons closes. All the seats empty and the patrons are ushered out as midnight approaches. The bartender cleans up, then leaves. The only people who don't are Oli and The Sheriff.

"That was a nice song." Jimmy hums. The building is silent, and has been silent since everyone else left. They're been standing here for five minutes, maybe ten, not speaking. He doesn't think either of them really know what to say.

"Thank you, Sheriff." Oli responds, crossing his arms over his chest. He's no longer sitting on the counter, having moved so the workers could clean it. His lute is strapped to his back, like it always is when he travels. He's basically ready to leave. Jimmy wonders why he hasn't all ready.

Silence falls between them for a second time, after that. They still don't know what to say. Minutes tick by. The Sheriff turns words, lot of words, over in his head. None of them, no matter how many he tried, sound right. None of them leave his mouth. It's frustrating. And horribly awkward. Jimmy wishes, not for the first time, that he had better people skills.

"Well, I'll be off now." Oli speaks up next, and starts heading towards the door. He had to pass Jimmy to get to it. The Sheriff stiffens at the realization. He hopes that is awkward as well. He hopes it doesn't make this whole thing worse than it already is.

"See you soon." He mumbles, trying not to make much eye contact. Jimmy fails horribly at this. The bard walks towards him, and the doors, brown eyes never moving from the Sheriff's form. And Jimmy, try as he might, can't manage to look away.

"Yeah," Oli responds, stopping infront of him. And before either if them knows whats happening, the bard acts on an impulse and leans forward. He places a quick kiss on the Sheriff's cheek, then moves away fast as a rattlesnake. Like he had never even leaned in at all. "See you soon."

Jimmy watches him leave after that, his face bright red and the rest if his body frozen in place. He doesn't move for a long time after, and almost forgets to lock the tavern up once he does.

#ron.writing #jimmy solidarity #olidarity #oli theorionsound #solidsound #empiresshipping #Yes that this the entirety of dandelions #Song suggested by sage thinkingabout-girls

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oldiesstationlover11607 · 2 months ago

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It’s aliiiivvvvveeeee!

What up? It’s 💛. Ya boi! You miss me? And my horrible references and jokes?

I have officially caught up with all of the stories I’ve missed (the basketball and nerd!reader, the Christmas stream, and daughter pt. 2 were my personal favorite I must say). Man, I forgot how happy your stories make me.

Anywho, I have come to torment you with requests once more. Now, I saw that you are a big Disneyland/World fiend (as am I). So, I was wondering if you could do a story where the reader and Josh are trying to have a cute date at Disneyland (because that’s the one I’ve been too 😭) and, though they struggle to enjoy it at times due to attention from fans, they end up being all cute and fluffy with each other.

I’m excited to see what you come up with! I’m such a huge Disney lover myself so I’m pumped!

Disney Day - Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: Some angst/annoyance

Word Count: 1489

A/N: The way I put so many of the random facts I just know in here is so funny. Also welcome back to the iconic 💛 anon! We've missed you! Sorry lots of my requests are taking a while to get out. I'm working on getting lots of these out today :)

The sun was shining bright as Josh and I stepped through the gates of Disneyland, fingers laced together, our energy buzzing in sync with the excitement of the park. This was it—the day we had planned for weeks. An entire day together in the most magical place on earth, where everything, for just a few hours, felt like a dream.

Josh squeezed my hand, his eyes twinkling as he turned to me. “You ready for the best day ever?”

I grinned up at him. “You have no idea. I've got the whole day mapped out in my head.”

He chuckled. “I don’t doubt it. Lead the way, Miss Disneyland Expert.”

I laughed, tugging him toward Main Street where the scent of churros and popcorn filled the air. “First things first—churros.”

Josh rolled his eyes but smiled. “I knew churros were going to be the priority.”

The energy of the park was contagious, and I couldn’t help but feel like a little kid again, skipping along with excitement. We grabbed our churros from the nearest cart and then took our time walking toward the heart of the park, soaking in the sights and sounds.

As we walked, a small group of teenage girls suddenly stopped in their tracks and let out quiet squeals, pulling out their phones. I could sense it coming.

“Is that…? Oh my god, it’s him!” one of them whispered not-so-subtly.

I felt Josh's hand tighten slightly around mine, but before we could take another step, the girls rushed over, nervous energy radiating from them.

“Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but… are you Josh?” one of them asked, wide-eyed and hopeful.

Josh gave them that signature smile, the one that made his fans melt. “Yeah, that’s me.”

The girls nearly squealed with excitement. “Can we please get a picture?”

I forced a smile, stepping back as Josh politely agreed. This wasn’t anything new—it was something I expected, really. Still, I couldn't help but feel a little tug of frustration. We’d only just gotten into the park, and already our time was interrupted.

Josh took pictures with each of them, laughing and chatting for a moment before he finally made his way back to me. “Sorry about that,” he said sheepishly.

I shrugged, giving him a reassuring smile, though I could feel my patience being tested already. “No worries. Let’s just get to the Haunted Mansion.”

We headed toward New Orleans Square, making our way to the ride that had always been one of my favorites. As we stepped into the stretching room, I couldn’t help myself.

“Did you know the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland was the only one Walt Disney personally oversaw before he passed?” I began, slipping into my usual Disney trivia mode. “He wanted it to be spooky but still fun enough for kids but the ride didn’t open until he died. The last ride to open before his death was Pirates of the Caribbean.”

Josh raised an eyebrow, clearly humoring me. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, the haunted mansion was supposed to be a water ride originally but they changed it. Would’ve been cool to see that though, I love looking at the concept art for it all.”

I was mid-ramble when I noticed a few people near us glancing over, whispering excitedly. I tried to ignore it, but sure enough, as soon as we stepped off the ride, another group of fans approached Josh, asking for pictures.

I took a deep breath, forcing my frustration down. I knew this came with the territory, but it was starting to feel like we couldn’t go anywhere without being stopped. I waited off to the side as Josh graciously took more photos, smiling and chatting with his fans.

“Okay, that was awesome,” Josh said when he finally returned to my side. “You might just turn me into a Disney nerd.”

I laughed, trying to push away the annoyance bubbling inside me. “Just wait until we get to Indiana Jones. There’s this boulder scene where the walls are moving back instead of the boulder moving forward to create the illusion from the movies. It’s super cool.”

We started walking again, but my excitement had dimmed slightly. I loved that Josh was good to his fans, but I wanted this day to be about us. I tried not to let it bother me, but as we grabbed a Mickey pretzel, I couldn’t help but launch into one of my usual rants to distract myself.

“Did you know Disneyland pretzels are different from Disney World’s? They put less salt on them here, which makes them way better. Disney World’s can be too salty sometimes.”

Josh bit into his half of the pretzel, nodding along. “Interesting.”

I smiled, feeling a little better. “See? This is why Disneyland wins in the snack department.”

But as we moved through the park, it seemed like every few minutes, someone would stop Josh. We barely got through Space Mountain without someone recognizing him, and even in the Indiana Jones line, there were whispers and glances.

By the time we got off Indiana Jones, I was at my wit’s end. We hadn’t even made it halfway through my carefully planned day, and I felt like we’d spent more time taking pictures than actually enjoying the park.

As we walked toward Fantasyland, a few more fans stopped us. This time, I could feel my patience snap. I crossed my arms, trying to keep my frustration in check as Josh graciously posed for more pictures.

When he finally came back to me, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I’m happy you’re being so sweet with your fans, but I feel like we haven’t had any time for just us,” I said, my voice tinged with irritation.

Josh looked at me, his smile faltering for a moment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it was bothering you.”

I sighed, feeling guilty for snapping. “It’s just… I was really looking forward to today. Just the two of us. And it feels like we can’t go five minutes without being stopped.”

Josh wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close. “I get it. Let’s try to sneak away for a bit, just the two of us, okay? We’ll find a quiet spot.”

I nodded, feeling a bit better as we made our way toward Toontown. “Okay, but I swear, if one more person—"

“Josh! Oh my god, can we get a picture?”

I groaned internally. Josh shot me an apologetic look before turning to the group. As he took more pictures, I crossed my arms, trying not to let my frustration show. But the more I thought about it, the more it got under my skin.

By the time we made it to Mickey’s house, I was practically fuming. Meeting Mickey Mouse was something I’d always avoided—I was more about the rides—but Josh insisted.

“Trust me, it’ll be fun,” he said, dragging me through the line.

When it was our turn, Josh practically ran into Mickey’s open arms like an excited kid. Despite my irritation, I couldn’t help but smile at how happy he looked. We posed for a few photos, and to my surprise, a Disney Cast Member asked if they could take a picture for social media. I rolled my eyes, but Josh nodded, flashing his camera-ready grin. The Cast Member snapped a few shots, and after we spent a few minutes chatting with Mickey, we headed out.

Josh must have noticed my lingering frustration, because as we walked away, he leaned down, whispering in my ear. “I know today hasn’t gone exactly as planned, but I’m still having an amazing time with you.”

I sighed, leaning into him as we made our way toward the castle. “I know. I just wish we could have more time for us. But… you’re right. It’s still magical.”

The sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the park. We found a spot near the castle to watch the fireworks, Josh wrapping his arms around me from behind as we settled in to wait.

As the first burst of color lit up the sky, I sighed contentedly, feeling the frustration melt away. This—this moment right here—was what I had been waiting for. Just us, wrapped up in each other, surrounded by the magic of Disneyland.

The fireworks exploded above us in a symphony of light and color, and I couldn’t help but smile as I looked up at the sky. We’d had interruptions, sure, but at the end of the day, none of that mattered.

Josh leaned down, his voice soft in my ear. “I wouldn’t trade a single second of today.”

I turned to look up at him, my heart swelling. “Neither would I.”

Because in the end, no matter how many fans stopped us or how many pictures we had to take, what mattered most was this—being here, together.

The real magic wasn’t just in Disneyland. It was in us.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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jnjxi · 1 year ago

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Pavitr Prabhakar × sister figure!reader

Platonic ✿

Warning: a bit angst, Sed!Pav, platonic relationship, reader's brother died :'(

The first time I met Pavitr Prabhakar my heart started bleeding again while memories of my brother resurface violently in my mind.Pavrit is elated, always full of energy and smiling.

Oh, that smile so bright it blinds, that smile so like his.

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I loved being Spider-Girl, I loved coming home to hear my brother talk about how much he admired her, how much he admired me. But that all changed the day neither she nor I were able to catch him.

For two years I hated Spider-Girl.

The day Miguel O'Hara told me his death was my canon event I wanted to sink and for the next year I hated the universe.

Then I met Pav.

Pav eased my pain. Him so sweet and innocent, Him with that contagious smile, Him with that unique hope, Him with that energy and joy, Him who hasn't yet experienced the ugly side of being a spider-person, Him who hasn't yet experienced that excruciating pain in the heart, self-hatred or anger at the world.

He's maybe too good to be spider-man.

Now before I go home I stop by Pavitr's house and listen to Him blather about his girlfriend. I listen to Him talk about how great his aunt is, how much he likes tea, how much he enjoys spending time with Hobie and Gwen and how obvious it is to His eyes that the new guy has a crush on her.

I listen to Him complain about too much homework he has to do for the next day, I listen to Him talk and see sparks in His eyes I see hope for a better world, I see the love and passion he puts into everything he does.

I often see that little boy who ran to hug me every time I came home, the same boy I visit at the cemetery every night after I've been in Pavrit universe.

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Now I look at Pavitr with tears in my eyes. I look at him as he is hunched over with his hands on his hair and his gaze fixed on the hole that has now swallowed many buildings.

I look at Pavitr and the fear of being able to see him disappear confuses my thoughts.

I lean towards him, placing a shaky hand on his shoulder but he doesn't seem to even notice my presence.

«Pav?»

Nothing.

«Pavitr»

he turns slightly towards me, and despite the mask covering his face I can feel the fear and desperation in his face.

«Everything will be fine, you did good. No one died that's what matters.» I smile at him even though he can't see it.

«But they could have, and now there's a giant hole sucking up the buildings. It could destroy everything » his accent is even more marked by the frustration in his voice.

«Pav, It's not your fault, you couldn't predict it, no one could. You did your best» My words seem to annoy him somehow. He take the mask off his face in one quick motion.

Now the eyes full of sparks observe me shining with tears and guilt.

«It is! I'm Spider-Man, I'm the hero! I'm supposed to avoid these things, I'm supposed to protect the citizens, not destroy the city.» Right now I no longer see the joyful child who greeted me, I see myself, I see another spider person angry at themselves.

I wrap my arms around Pavitr's shoulders and hug him. I can feel his body relax against mine, his arms around my waist and his weight on my body.

One of my hands reaches into his soft hair, gently scratching the scalp and I feel his chest rise and fall erratically as he sobs against my shoulder.

«Everything will be fine, we will fix everything. I won't leave you alone to fight»

«Do you promise?» His voice muffled against ma shoulder.

«I promise»

Him so fragile and so strong. Him full of ambitions, Him ready to do anything to protect the city, his city.

I hate this. It's awfully, but I wanted to post something.

Btw HE IS SO CUTE AND SWEET I WANT TO SQUISH HIS CHEEKS.

#pavitr prabhakar x reader #atsv x reader #pavitr x you #spiderverse pavitr #pavitr prabhakar #astv

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crackingheart · 4 months ago

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TW!! ABUSE

Angst & fluff

"Did I give you permission to talk?" With one move my boyfriend's hand connects with my face. I've gotten so used to this it doesn't make me cry anymore. How long has it been? One year and a half. "You're dismissed, get out of my sight you ugly witch." I obeyed like a dog. I walked out his room and shut the door to give him peace. I'm not so sure why I wasn't his peace.

He used to be so sweet to me. Until I caught him cheating and I threatened to leave. The time I caught Jack with my best friend Sophia, I cried harder than I ever did before. I told him I'll leave him and he got aggressive. He told me if I ever left he'd do worse things to me. So now I've been stuck, and scared.

"Y/N get your ass in here now!" I take a deep breath and I walk into his room he kicked me out of not too long ago. "You know how much I love you right?" He tells me, getting up from his spot on his bed. His steps growing louder as he gets closer to me. "Say something damn it!" He raises his hand and I flinch.

"Yes! I know how much you love me..." I plead hoping he doesn't hit me again.

"Good girl. Now put makeup on that ugly face and get ready. We're going out tonight." He shoos me away with his hand. Despite his insults I feel sort of happy that we're finally going on date. We haven't went on one since he cheated.

I apply makeup trying my hardest to cover bruises on my face that he left. Then I wear a fitted dress, and some heels. I do my hair then I leave the room. I see Jack waiting for me.

"Put on a jacket you slut." I sigh walking back into my room to follow his orders. When I walk out he leads to the car. The sun is pretty much set, perfect for a nightclub.

We arrive and Jack doesn't even look at me. He dashes away to go find some other girls to flirt with. I walk to the bar defeated, but Jack is a little close by to keep an eye on me.

"Can I buy you a drink, little lady?" I look to my left to see a handsome tall man. He has ice white hair and magenta eyes. He's also very fit. The air between us is thick and I realize he's waiting for me to respond. But is it okay to talk.

"Are you talking to me?.." I say loud enough for only him to hear. His lips curl into a smile and he says.

"Of course! The gorgeous girl sitting next to me." Gorgeous? I haven't gotten a compliment in so long.

"Sure, it's Y/N, just order me whatever you get." He looks at me strange. Then he laughs.

"You're a strange one aren't you, here have my number. I'm Tengen Uzui." He gives me his number on a piece of paper and I tuck it into my pocket. "Two shots of whiskey please." He says to the bartender. His smile is contagious and I feel myself smiling too. But every good thing has to come to an end.

"Who the fuck is this Y/N." I know that voice all too well, Jack.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" But my pleads weren't enough, he punches me right in front of Tengen Uzui. I tumble out of my chair and I see Tengen get up. He's so much more taller than Jack when I see them side by side. Tengen grabs Jacks wrist so tight I can see Jacks hand tremble.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Tengen voice sounds so heavy. I know Jack is scared. Fuck. I know once we get home I'll get the worst punishment ever. I better end this now or else it'll get worse.

"Please Tengen stop!" I get up, rushing towards the scene.

"Why are you defending this dude?" His voice is concerned for me. But when he sees tears in my eyes he lets go. His body is pressed against mine and he whispers in my ear. "Text me if you need a place to stay." It sends shivers down my spine and he walks away.

Jack gets up and pulls me by my hair. He drags me into the car. The drive home was heavy and silent. I could tell he's thinking of all the ways he could torture me. He presses his foot on the gas pedal hard. We're home and he kicks me inside.

"Now you've done it!" He punches me and pushes me onto the ground. Kicking me repeatedly as I beg for mercy. "Stay here until I decide what to do with you, bitch." And like that he leaves me there on the floor to drown in my tears and blood.

‘Text me if you need a place to stay.’

Quickly I pull out my phone trotting toward my room. I put Tengen number in and I text him.

My fingers tap against my phone shakily fast. He said he’ll pick me up in 10 minutes. Great.

Ten minutes is more than enough for me to pack some clothes. It feels like a century before my phone buzzes and he said he was here. I sneakily run out of Jacks house into Tengens nice car.

I throw my stuff in the back seat and I break down crying. I see Tengen staring at me.

"Do you want me to go in there and beat him up?" Tengen says through gritted teeth. I could tell he was furious. His hands were turning paler on the wheel.

"I don't care. Just hurry up and drive far from here." I say through hiccups and tears. He swallows he's guilt down and drives off. The car drive was silent. But it wasn't the silence in the car with me and Jack. No, it was comfortable silence. I could see the house where all of my trauma started fading away as we drive.

I rest my body in the seat ignoring the cuts and bruises on me. It seems Uzui notices how bad he hurt me. He slides his hand against mine and he brushes his thumb on my palm. It calms me down a bit.

We pull into the driveway of a wealthy house. It was clean on the inside and I felt like I was the only dirty thing in the house. Suddenly I feel myself getting lifted into the air. Uzui picks me up bridal style.

"Tengen stop that I'm heavy." I say looking away. To my surprise he starts laughing.

"Pfft no you're not. I could carry you with three fingers." I can't help but smile at his comment. Jack could never pick me up, not like he ever tried.

Uzui carries me to the restroom and sits me on the closed lid toilet. He starts the tub with warm water for my soreness. While the tub is filling up he goes through drawers searching for something.

"Give me your arm, this might sting a little." He applies ointment on my cuts Jack left on me. I whine in pain. "It's okay pretty girl, it'll only hurt for a moment." He continues to reassure me and I can't help but smile. Once the tub is full and my wounds are disinfected. He gets up. "I'll be back, take your time in the tub." He winks at me and leaves. I undress myself revealing lots of bruises in the mirror. I soak in the tub and relax.

"Uzui I'm done!" I wrap the towel he left for me around myself. Oddly enough I get no response. I say sorry under my breath before opening the door to his bed room. He's not here? There's clothes on the bed and a note.

'I'm out getting groceries and clothes for you. I'll be back shortly, princess ;)'

He left me some of his clothes. I laugh at his efforts. He doesn't know that I brought my own clothes with me but it's still cute. My bag is on the floor next to his bed. I pick it up and pull out comfortable clothes.

I lay in his bed waiting for him to be back. My body is exhausted and my eyes start to close. I didn't notice I fell asleep.

I woke up to breath on my head. My eyes widen because somehow I crept onto Uzuis chest when I was asleep. I feel butterflies in my stomach. But I don't mind staying in this position for a while longer. I move my hand on his chest and I snuggle into his neck. I feel his hand wrap around my shoulder.

"Good morning, how do you feel?" Uzui's voice sounds sleepy. My stomach does flips, was he awake the entire time?

"I feel great thanks to you. Is there any way I could make it up to you." I say in almost a whisper. I feel his hand brush through my hair gently.

"Don't sweat it, Y/N" He never fails to comfort me. I pull him into a hug and his eyes widen. He hesitated for a moment, then hugged me back. Careful not to touch my cuts or bruises.

"Thank you, seriously." My voice cracks as I feel myself break down. My guard slipping away. He notices how my body starts to tremble.

"I'll go make breakfast. You can stay here" he pats me on the back, his body starts to get out of bed. But I don't like how it feels when I'm alone. I miss his warmth.

"Wait. Please let me come with you." He stops midway out the door. And he smiles at me.

"Come on then. You don't have to y'know." He walks towards me and offers me a hand. I grab his hand and I start to walk. My feet and legs are sore but I'll manage.

"I want to come with you." I don't look him in the eye but I could tell he feels a little happy whenever I say I wanna be with him. He doesn't let go of my hand, and we walk into the clean kitchen.

"So what do you wanna eat, princess?" He says sitting me down on a stool. I sit there thinking what I'm in the mood for. This is so much different than what I'm used too. I've never thought for myself it was always Jack who was in charge. But I like the change.

"Eggs, bacon, and pancakes?" I question hoping he'll like it.

"Pancakes? I have a friend who loves pancakes. Her names Mitsuri." He says with a smile, looks like he's thinking about his past. I can't help but wonder who this Mitsuri person is.

"Don't worry, she's married and has five kids." He said casually. It's like he could read my mind.

"Five kids!?" I say with my eyes wide. He nods in agreement. He gets pans and food we need to cook.

While I'm mixing the pancake batter and he makes the bacon, I can't help but wonder.

"Why did you invite me, a total stranger, into your house." He doesn't respond for a moment. Until he finally shares a little about his past.

"My sister used to be in a situation like you." His voice isn't as enthusiastic anymore, more like a whisper with hate behind it. I feel guilty for bringing it up.

"I'm sorry I didn't know." And before I could apologize he stops me. He hugs me from behind.

"No need to get worked up about it, it was a long time ago. I also couldn't help myself when I say you were very beautiful." He says into my ear. A smile creeps onto my face and I don't know what to say.

"Thank you Tengen, you're attractive yourself y'know." I laugh with his head resting on my shoulder. His large hands on my hips.

"I know. But I'm just stating the truth." We stay still against each other for a while until I smell something burning.

"Uzui are you burning the bacon?"

"Maybe."

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#tengen uzui #demon slayer uzui #demon slayer #light angst #fluff #kny #text post #cheating #angst with a happy ending

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romiswired · 8 months ago

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Cody Rhodes vs. Roman Reigns (c) (WWE Wrestlemania 40 Night 2)

Why did he thank Bruce Prichard?

Alright, enough time passed. I can't see myself writing or covering anything related to the Federation for many reasons actually. It's a miracle I'm writing this because this match and this rivalry have caught my eye for a long time now, not because of the reasons all of you think. I've been really honest with how I see Cody Rhodes in all of this, and I've been vocal about him being the "third best Rhodes". I didn't want to write this in Wrestlemania season because I would have come out like the one that ruins the fun, or the party pooper. The thing about this match is that I didn't care about it because of the story or because of the "cinema", I cared about this match because of my friends.

Not so long ago I had a conversation with a friend of mine and we were talking about WWE and how is it that people continue watching it considering the allegations, the lawsuit, and every single thing hidden behind this megalomaniac monster that rules pro-wrestling in its entirety. This friend told me something that got in my head and it was that:

"The Vince McMahon allegations don't have anything to do with the #WeWantCody movement."

With that in mind, I decided to give this rivalry a second shot, mainly because I was taken aback by the fact that this could be a way to make people forget about the lawsuit, but I decided to shut up and tune in. Not because of these guys, but because of the fact that I was seeing a lot of people happy with wrestling, and I guess that made me realize that maybe this thing was better than I thought.

I found myself hyped for this, and to show it I decided to compare Cody to one of my favorite heroes in media, this being Simon the Digger. I thought their stories were similar, to say the least. That helped me understand Cody and his goal. What he stood for, and how many people were there to support him, even if they were not going to be credited for doing so (The Elite)

I saw the whole event with some friends I made a while ago and it was a great experience mainly because of that. I realized watching wrestling alone is something that changes your perception of it so much that it helps you understand why whatever you're watching could be good. And this match I think is the perfect example of what I'm saying because I don't believe I liked this match because of what it offered. I liked it because of what it made my friends feel. Pro wrestling is about emotions, right? You don't get that far without making people at least somewhat interested in your journey, and while Cody is not the perfect babyface by any means, there's a thing about his story that just resonates with people, despite him being the guy with the suit and the corporative smirk. This idea of Cody as the hero could be something that some believe, but it's also something that many reject for obvious reasons. I mean, when you paint a babyface you don't necessarily think of someone like Cody Rhodes. The Homelander-esque attire doesn't help either.

The thing about this match is that it's like a sickness. It's contagious, it's a match that can't be watched alone. It's a match that lives in the moment.

Does this mean this match is good?

Fuck no. I think this match is not meant to be good technically, is meant to be the most crisp example of an Attitude Era main event in modern wrestling, because the match itself is meant to be a clusterfuck. I don't want to fall into comparisons of such, but this match shares the same premise behind something like Rock vs. Mankind: You don't want to watch this match because of technical prowess, or psychology. You want to watch this match to see a guy win, by any means. Of course, you can't compare both main events because one of them has a babyface that looks and feels like a babyface, but you get the idea.

The thing about this match is that I'm conscious of the fact that if I see this alone I would not like it, because I don't feel the same kind of connection with all of these guys appearing as others do. Like, if I watched this match alone I would not pop for known cops supporter Mark Calaway. Come on guys.

But I'm here to talk about one of my main issues with this match and Wrestlemania as a whole. From the beginning to the end this match is a masturbatory tribute to Triple H. The match that is meant to "finish the story" turns into the most blatant and obvious Hunter Hearst Helmsley-esque spectacle because this motherfucker knows he can do whatever the hell he wants now and people would like it because he's the booker and he made The Bloodline or whatever the fuck.

This match could hit harder, it really could, but I think the premise falls apart. Cody finishes the story, and he gets to change the world by making The Elite the first faction to have won the IWGP Title, the AEW Title and the WWE Title. But this is a WWE main event. We're talking about a company that loves its revisionism as much as it loves its Saudi money. In no scenario could The Elite actually be credited for making Cody a star, in fact, people now believe Cody was the star of The Elite when is not hard to go back to 2018 and compare the pops between Cody and Kenny Omega in the G1 Special.

The thing I hate about this match is how it wants to rewrite history and paint Cody as THE babyface, ignoring the real story behind it all. Because when I said The Elite was responsible for all of this, people rejected what I was saying and decided to believe "this match was not about The Elite". It was about the history of WWE, the company that is found to have various allegations and charges against them. Some of those charges relate to BRUCE PRICHARD, the guy who takes the spotlight in the Main Event because in the heat of Cody's celebration, and in the moment where he could thank his peers, his mother, or maybe his father (due to the fact this story is built around Dusty) the first thing he does is thank the office, and thank Bruce Prichard.

So much for a babyface, huh?

#cody rhodes #roman reigns #the bloodline #triple h #wwe #wrestlemania #wrestlemania 40

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suchaspookyginger · 1 year ago

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'just on a whim' || a torao/lawlu playlist

track lyrics below the read more (it's long though)

secrets i have held in my heart are harder to hide than i thought || i'm sorry, brothers, so sorry lover; forgive me, father, i love you, mother || save your breath - half your life, you've been hooked on death || i fell in love, 'cause no one saw me the way you did || i wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent || there's a box in your heart where you keep your feelings hidden || and maybe it's the past that's talking, screaming from the crypt || tremble, little lion man, you'll never settle any of your scores || i know this whole damn city thinks it needs you, but not as much as i do || i'm no good on my own anymore

left my soul in his vision, let's go get it out || last night i had a dream we were inseparably entwined || i'm on my guard with the rest of the world, but with you i know it's no good || i lose my voice when i look at you, can't make a noise though i'm trying to || can you hear me say, "don't throw me away"? there's no way out || best friends, ex-friends til the end, better off a lovers and not the other way around || in the morning you'll learn i disappeared off into the night so quietly || i'm exhausted by my heart || when the road began to crumble in front of my eyes, there was only one person i wanted to find || can't stop thinking 'bout the nights that i still regret

and the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up || my friend says "you're not alone," but that skin still doesn't feel like home || reaching for the deep end but i can't swim || it's not that i don't feel the pain, it's just i'm not afraid of hurting anymore || i've been on the run since i was a boy, but i'm now done running, got another thing coming watching my enemies get destroyed || who am i without this weight on my shoulder? oh god i'm dying to know || i've been running away i forget what i'm running from, but it still scares me today what i found in you love || smitten's a bad look on me || in the name of the father, the skeptic and the son, i had one more stupid question || i don't know where i'm going, but i don't think i'm coming home

a half-empty [boy] don't make me laugh i'll choke || my eyes want you more than a memory || it's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him || god knows where i would be if you hadn't found me sitting all alone in the dark || your dark brother wrapped in white, says it's good to be alive, but now he rides a comet's flame and he won't be coming back again || i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take || this was the place i grew up, now it's ashes to ashes || i've been ripped up and tossed like a mouse, wrestled with the heavens and the devil himself || why drink the water from my hand, contagious as you think i am? || i just want to make it vanish, but the notes of an old mistake still ring louder every day

you're always getting curious and leaving town || i could never define all that you are to me || i wouldn't test you, i'm not the best you could have attained || i can't process what i'm feeling now, this skin i can do without || i woke up with the sun, thought of all of the people, places and things i've loved || love of mine, someday you will die, but i'll be close behind || they say an end can be a start, feels like i've been buried yet i'm still alive || i'm chasing down my demons, i can hear them breathing. but who knew you would bring me comfort? || i won't fight for anyone until you move my hand || rainy days and bad luck comin' my way, i look for when i'm lost so i don't go insane

this is all your own battle to win, this is your ship and you are the captain || i'm feelin' like i'm messin' it up, i'm callin' out your name and god help me 'cause i'll never love again || got my heart in your hands and your hands on my chest || strange life i live, but it's what you've decided, i'll give it all into your hands || i won't make the same mistakes that i've made for fifteen years || oblivion is where i'm headed, my mind is on the brink of going supernova || and as the world comes to an end, i'll be here to hold your hand. 'cause you're my king and i'm your lionheart

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #lawlu #lulaw #op #this playlist is especially dedicated to the catholic!law truthers #also i am a firm believer in repeating artists #though i do try to not repeat albums but. well. tessa violet's 'bad ideas' is a masterpiece on being in love and self-destructive lmfaoooo #this playlist is long btw. please put it on shuffle as i just added songs as i thought of them and then loosely rearranged #one day i'll actually make playlists that are a little more cohesive #not today

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briarandhissecretgarden · 2 years ago

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Briar, can you tell us some of your culture from the nether? How was your, uh, tribe or community like?

[Below is Briar's response as I felt it would be better written than drawn, though please keep in mind these are my headcanons and they are inspired greatly from theories previously made. These theories are most notably from RetroGamingNow, as I feel his concepts are closest to what I personally believe is true in the Minecraft world, as well as some additions or removals of my own personal ideas. This will also include details from Minecraft Legends, so beware of some spoilers ;0). This will grow and change as I learn and develop my concepts, but it serves as canon for my stories for now. Thank you!]

B: Stories like this one, as they often do, begin many many years ago. The Nether has always been a barren wasteland that very few could survive in, I believe there was more to it than there is now, though I have very little evidence. Either way, our people were divided into factions of piglins with different ideals in mind. These were referred to as Hordes. They are as follows. Horde of the Bastion, these piglins thrived on technology and were strong vibrant piglins. Such honor. Then there were Horde of the Spore. They built their empire upon consumption and food, always providing their people with the best, and they shared this wealth of food with the rest of the Hordes. Although some were a tad greedy, most were beyond generous. They also seemed to have an aversion to illnesses, meaning they could contract plenty, but it would never kill them nor be contagious. Lastly is the horde of the Hunt. These incredibly piglins would be hunting constantly, they were a nomadic Horde, hardly ever stopping. They tamed the first hoglins, giving birth to what is known as our Stable Bastions today. While they are no longer around today, all of us piglins are ancestors of them. For me, I am an ancestor of the Horde of the Spore. Dagger, from what I've gathered and assumed, is Horde of the Bastion. (very lucky) Either way, our people lived very comfortably in our home until our dimension was discovered. From what I understand, a race of humanoid people had come to our land, seeking resources and such, as much as my people tried to be civilized and approach them with caution, they were not too keen on keeping things calm and were more than happy to tear through our society.

We were enslaved by these people, they had us mine for Netherite and Quartz for days at a time, keeping us held down constantly. It was hell for my people, it was torture. It hurts me even now to recount it. Eventually though, we began to rise up against our oppressors. As this happened, we managed to construct Bastions in order to keep our people safe while we fought this war. We won, to cut it short, however, despite our victory, we were left a broken and ruined society. Nothing we had mined out was actually kept. Our Netherite was stolen, our people were dead. We had kept our land but we had effectively lost everything else. This is where gold comes in! We believe there was a god of mercy looking down upon us, wanting to keep us from crumbling, maybe this God had risen from the very lava that covered this land to give us the gift, but we had discovered Gold. Gold could be used very much like the Netherite we had so little of, and we built back our society, worshipping this material. It was a gift to us and we want to keep it all to ourselves. It's the reason why any outsider that comes to mine it or take it from us, is killed. It is our last hope, it is the only thing we have left that is considered ours, it's our salvation. This is also why we consider anyone who dons golden armor as our allies, perhaps that God has blessed them as well and we are kin in that sense.

This leads to the war that took place in the Overworld. I am...not proud of the fact this has happened, and I realize that the Overworld still does hold plenty of resentment toward the Nether and piglins. At any rate, the we launched an assault on the Overworld, we destroyed so much in a fit of anger, rage, retribution and grief. In a way, we wanted our materials back, our resources that were stolen. This lead to wanting justice for those who had died at the hands of those who had come before. But, I do realize, it was used to scar the Overworld much in the same way that we were scarred. We had built stronger Bastions, we had even taken up partnership with Wither Skeletons, using their Fortresses as shelter. Even still, we were destroyed by those in the Overworld. We stood no chance, it was not our dimension after all. Our 4 great leaders had fallen and the Hordes were no more. Despite everything, our lives, our resources and hope were lost. We continued on, many began to rebuild. Without the worry of Hordes, we began to form better, stronger, relationships with each other. We relied on each other in the community to help bring us out of such a depression. This is why we are so incredibly loyal to one another.

I hope this explanation helps you, my friends. My Bastion was a Stables actually, sorry I didn't answer much about me personally. It was complicated. But my Bastion was strong and filled with intelligent piglins, especially our leader. She was a wise older piglin, but despite going to the Overworld herself, it was forbidden for anyone else to go!! I learned so much from her. Suppose I should give a small little explanation of our culture currently, as it's simple. We all have one or two wiser, older or stronger piglins that serve as our leaders. They oversee the work we complete, and help us with medicine and any other troubles we face. We are all fiercely loyal to them and our people who live with us! Piglins are raised communally as well, children stay with their mothers until they are around 6-10 years old, at which point they are taken on trips to learn to hunt and survive in the Nether! After they are grown, they choose to stay in the Bastion and help with general chores, become hunters, or become Protectors, though I'm told you people refer to them as Brutes. Shame. However that seems to be it, I don't have much else to add, forgive me for talking for so long. No ones ever been this interested!!!

#minecraft ask blog #minecraft oc ask blog #minecraft oc art #minecraft oc #minecraft piglin #minecraft theory #minecraft headcanons #loreofmyworld

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mari-the-hedgiewolf · 2 years ago

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Festering Desire Chapter 9 (Genshin Reader Insert)

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We both stared for the longest time at the unknown creature, wondering whenever or not if they could be considered food given the circumstances. Despite Aster nibbling their cape, Aether and I were pretty sure we couldn't eat them. "Can you help me instead of staring?!" The weird floating fairy yelled in a panic, snapping both of us from our confused states. "Uhm- yeah! Sure- Aster! C'mere buddy!" I tried calling my companion, catching their attention successfully, distracting them long enough to loosen their jaw grip over the piece of clothing.

"Phew, thanks for helping Paimon out! Otherwise, Paimon would've drowned or been eaten afterwards!" The fairy, now known as Paimon, exclaimed happily. "No worries. My name is Aether and this is (Y/n), a good friend of mine, and their partner Aster" he answered, Aster yipping in greeting as well, like they were trying to nom Paimon a few seconds ago. "Nice to meet you! Say, Paimon's curious." the little fairy, I think she's a fairy at least, said, glancing at both of us " You two look peculiar. Paimon's not sure where you are from"

A moment of awkward silence was all it took before I sighed, taking the initiative "I'm actually from the city of freedom, Mondstadt, but due to some circumstances, I couldn't go back" I explained, short, but to the point "Aether on the other hand, his story is a lot more interesting than mine. So how about we prepare lunch first and listen to his story in the meantime?" Thankfully, the suggestion was agreed upon, Aether retelling his tale to Paimon as I cooked some Chicken-Mushroom Skewers for us, making sure that the meat was juicy and tender while the mushroom was well cooked to avoid the bitter taste, bringing both flavors out to complement each other in a simple, but easy to make dish with the ingredients we have.

"Ooooh, Paimon likes the smell of this food!~ Can Paimon have one? Pleeeease?~" our new flying companion asked, with puppy eyes that could rival Aster's. I couldn't help but chuckle "How can I say no when you ask so politely? Here you go. Careful, it's hot" I said, giving one skewer to her, watching Paimon blow quickly on it to cool the food down enough to take a bite, eyes sparkling with joy, making one of the most enthusiastic expressions I've seen in my life "It's soooo good!~ Props to the chef!~ " she exclaimed, lighting the mood from her cute reactions.

After we finished our meal, Aether noticed Paimon contemplating something. "What's wrong Paimon?" he asked, making her snap out of it, a bit surprised "Oh! Sorry. Paimon's just thinking about how to help you find your sister! After all, Paimon's the best travel guide you can have in Teyvat!" she exclaimed, striking a confident pose with her hands resting on her hips. "If I'm not mistaken, you two- " an angry yip interrupted her "Sorry, you THREE, should be pretty close to a Statue of the Seven. It's only a few days from here, and Paimon's decided to travel with you!~" Aether seemed ecstatic, smiling wide "Thank you Paimon, the more, the merrier, right?" he turned to look at me, his excitement contagious "I don't see why not"

And so, three became four, as the group began to travel towards the nearest Statue of the Seven, located in the familiar wind blessed lands of Mondstadt.

(Guess who finally decided to pick up this story again? I finally got out of my Genshin burnout, which means, more chapters to come! And maybe a few small stories in between!)

Tag list: @zalladane @the-gayest-sky-kid @yue-caelum @uchihaeirin @bloopthebat @peacesong

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin corruption #genshin aether #aether #genshin paimon #paimon #genshin reader insert #reader insert #fan fic writing #festering desire #mari-the-hedgiewolf #festering desire fan fic

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milkviolets · 2 years ago

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𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋 / 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - part 2.

alrighty then, here is the next bits of the ptv lyrical starters or whatever. gosh, i really wish i could pick that man's brain about how it is he writes such beautiful lyrics. enjoy ! i know i will.

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ( 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟏 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟎 )

‘ We used to laugh until we choked ’

‘ It was the best time of my life, but now I sleep alone ’

‘ So don't wake me up ’

‘ The taste of you and me will never leave my lips again ’

‘ I wanna hold your hand so tight I'm gonna break my wrists ’

‘ I'm barely hanging on ’

‘ By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone ’

‘ This isn't fair, don't you try to blame this on me ! ’

‘ My love for you was bulletproof, but you're the one who shot me ! ’

‘ And goddammit, I can barely say your name. ’

‘ That I want you in the most unromantic ways ’

‘ [ RECIEVER's NAME], You're torturing me with a beautiful face ’

‘ Come on, I thought we had a damn good thing. ’

‘ Stay away from my friends ’

‘ Now you only call me every Christmas and my birthday ’

‘ But you don't know what it's like to wake up in the middle of the night, scaring the thought of kissing razors ! ’

‘ Cause I don't wanna leave without you buried by my side ’

‘ The night can be deadly ’

‘ And they'll never take us alive ’

‘ You sing while I drive ’

‘ This is only a test ’

‘ Can you chase away the darkness ? ’

‘ And I don't care if you're sick ’

‘ I don't care if you're contagious ’

‘ I'd do anything to hold your hand ’

‘ Kiss me while I drive ’

‘ I passed the fuck out ’

‘ I have a million different kinds of fun ’

‘ Can we create something beautiful and destroy it? ’

‘ Nobody knows I dream about it ’

‘ What a waste of a perfectly good clean wrist ’

‘ You were screaming till the police came ’

‘ If every living thing dies alone, what am I doing here ? ’

‘ Oh, fuck it ! ’

‘ If it's the end of the world, you and me should spend the rest of it in love. ’

‘ Would you ever try to leave me for somebody who deserves you most ? ’

‘ I'm gonna make a million dollars ’

‘ I'm gonna make a million dollars, 'cause nobody's gonna steal you. ’

‘ I've broken bones for you ’

‘ We can run, baby. ’

‘ You tried to kill me with a shotgun ’

‘ [ RECIEVER IS SHOT ] Now we're even. ’

‘ We don't stop till someone's bleeding ’

‘ She hates all of the guts and blood ’

‘ Splash around with me ’

‘ And your doctor won't stop calling me her medication ’

‘ Maybe we're meant to lose the ones we love ’

‘ I'll fight for you till then ’

‘ I still remember the night you tried to kiss me through the window ’

‘ It's gonna be the best day of my life ’

‘ you'll never be as beautiful without me ’

‘ Baby, you'll be alright as long as I'm not. ’

‘ Sharpen your teeth and bite as hard as you want ’

‘ A celebration of an ending... ’

‘ And did you call me last night just cause you couldn't get laid? ’

‘ That's fucking right ’

‘ Do you think you're the only one ? ’

‘ I'll be your breath if you can be mine ’

‘ And do you see me at all ? ’

‘ Your face is the first thing I see ’

‘ I'm afraid ’

‘ Better think of something good to say ’

‘ She was always the one ’

‘ Call me crazy ’

‘ I'm afraid that I've thrown it all away ’

‘ If you kiss me goodnight, I'll know, everything is alright. ’

⠀༌༙ ⁎ ཾཾ ུ⁎

#rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #sentence starters #rp prompt #lyric starters

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presleyhearted · 2 years ago

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Yours Truly - Chapter 7: Bird's Eye View

・❥・Pairing: Elvis Presley x original female character

・❥・Genre: slow burn, mystery, angst, fluff.

・❥・Word Count: 1.5k

・❥・Summary: In which a 21-year-old girl suddenly finds herself having consecutive dreams of a particular rock ‘n’ roll star whom she has never met and who died 45 years ago.

・❥・ Ratings & Warnings: SFW. heights.

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NOVA

"Think about it like you are on a plane, just a little different." He spoke, as his eyes stayed on me.

My back was firmly pressed against the wall of the space that we were enclosed in, as I sat with my knees bent, hugging them to my chest. There's a hush silence to it all, apart from the sound of the chirping of the birds and the flowing of the rivers - there was no overpowering noise that elicited a sign of danger. This is what I try to focus on, to remind myself - but of course, uncertainty has never been a best friend of mine.

I shook my head at him and let out a nervous laugh, "Okay, sure. Apart from the fact that a plane has a pilot, therefore passengers know where they will land. Plus, the windows are mega tiny on a plane so you-"

I close my eyes, and take a few deep breaths. Closing my eyes helps me to momentarily re-think the whole situation, to almost convince myself that the uncertainty it as a minimum. Of course I did tell Elvis that I was ready to just go for it, and try something from my list. To try and see what happens with me being a little less frightened with being spontaneous. With experiencing new things. But that does not mean I can just switch of this instinct of mine to control the narrative in my mind.

"You can open your eyes, honey." Elvis says.

"Not yet, " I shake my head, "But what were you saying about a plane being just like this?"

"Okay." Elvis interrupts me, "A hot air balloon looks different and travels differently. But there's something else."

Yes, I decided to try to go on a hot air balloon for the first time. Not the first thing on my list, but I thought by not going in order - it'll warm up my spontaneous spirit. I hope.

I sighed, mustering a small smile at him, "And what is that?"

"Nova, how many plane rides have you been on?" He questions, I can hear the amusement in his voice.

"A few, why?" I ask, trying to figure out where he is going with this question.

He nods at my response, and I hear him sit himself down beside me. I open my eyes briefly, and see that he has one knee bent, while his other leg rests on the floor of the basket. I return back to closing my eyes. I've found myself in a few instances where the proximity between us are almost nonexistent, but his effect never wavers. It's this overwhelming energy that seems to encapsulate whoever is in his presence. He is undeniably attractive, yes there is the physicality of him, but that charm of his - so effortless, but comforting. A mix of it all leaves me having to release a few breaths, as my mind momentarily forgets the newness of the situation before me.

He speaks after a few seconds "You've been on some plane rides and it's no hot air balloon. Now you are here, with me. "

I chuckle, "It appears so. What are you trying to get at, Elvis?"

"Open your eyes."

"Not yet."

"Then I can't answer your question."

I gasped dramatically, "You wouldn't dare!"

Elvis lets out a laugh, and its so melodic and almost contagious - I feel my lips pulling into a smile, uncontrollably.

"Come on, honey, open your eyes." He tries again, but this time I feel his hand intertwine with mine - stopping the nervous fiddling. His hold of my hand is warm, and this warmness makes a rapid shot of climbing into my heart. I breathe in and out - and I have this feeling that the hot air balloon is not the only reason for it.

I slowly open my eyes, and take in his close proximity to me. The warm orange of the sun reflects on his tanned skin, highlighting his cheekbones as that familiar grin of his spreads across his lips.

"Hi there."

I feel my cheeks warm.

The hot air balloon does not sway, there is quite a stillness to it that I haven't noticed before. A sense of security, somewhat.

"Another thing that those plane rides don't have, that this has. . . is me." He points to himself and continues on, "I'm here with you, Nova. I won't let you get hurt." He says softly.

"Thank you, Elvis." I say, in almost a whisper. A whisper because sitting down, right here, in a hot air balloon with such a small space and hearing his words so carefully said - it seemed as if I spoke even a little louder, it would break the serenity of the moment.

"You can't see much of the world from sitting down here, " He speaks up, smirking and stands up with my hand still in his.

I stand up along with him and feel myself giggle, Elvis raises his eyebrows at me, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing." I shook my head, "It's just. . .how tall are you?"

We move to gaze at the scenery before us. Luscious green landscapes fill my vision; smooth hills and mountains with snow covering the tips. The water flowing from the rivers and waterfalls are crystal clear, and if we were close enough - I could almost believe we could see our reflection through it. Some may say it's boring, that there is nothing else but water and land - but that's nature.

Elvis props his elbows on the edge of the basket, with his left hand holding onto my right hand still.

"Six foot." He shrugs, "I should've modelled, right?" He smirks, striking a dramatic expression on his face.

I laugh, "That was not what I was implying! You are full of yourself!" I hit him on the shoulder.

"Then what were you implying, doll?"

"I just found it funny how you were sat down in this small space of a basket, when like 80% of you is all legs." I gesture at him, giggling to myself, "It's just so cute."

"Cute? Never been called that before. My, oh my, Miss Sinclair - aren't you something." He muses ,grinning at me with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, as his blue eyes gaze at me amusedly.

I furrow my eyebrows, "You know my last name?"

He shrugs casually, "Well, you know mine." and abruptly glances back at the scenery passing before us.

"It's nice. " I say, feeling the slight breeze against my face as I study the scenery.

"Us humans sometimes forget that there is more to things than what we see. This is a bird's eye view right here. But we are viewing it right now, as humans. If you don't try new things, you are not letting yourself see what could be." Elvis says, sighing as he closes his eyes for a moment.

I am surprised by the sudden depth of his thoughts spoken out loud. Elvis is carefree and loves to joke, he definitely has that energy to him. But one thing I think I am slowly learning is that, not just his actions are unpredictable- so are his words. One second is light conversation, and the next it's like he is ushering you to take a glance inside the inner corners of his mind. He loves spontaneity, that promise of new adventure, of just going for it. Which frightens the hell out of my overly-analytical mind, but there's that tug in my brain - A web of curiosity. About him.

A web of curiosity that begs to be acknowledged. And I just might unravel it.

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