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sturnioz · 1 month ago

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about the one where fratboy!chris doesn't let shy!reader meet his family I THOUGHT ABT SOMETHING

sooo imagine chris's mom otp while he's with reader then reader gets her hopes up thinking chris would somehow mention who he's with right now but he doesn't and it ends up into reader with hurt feelings and chris just being an asshole like it's no big deal

i lowkey wanna be hurt rn GIMME ANGST

you're staring wide eyed at chris, completely captivated at the voice he uses to talk to marylou on the phone — his tone soft and gentle, almost childlike, and he grins at the words she speaks, his eyes twinkling with warmth, causing a smile to creep across your lips.

it's a side of him you've never seen before, and you can't help but feel a flutter of admiration in your chest.

as he walks around his room, his phone cradled in one hand and a pile of clothes in the other, you're stuck watching how tenderly he engages with his mother. his expression constantly shifts between playful to genuine care and adoration.

"yeah, ma. everythin' is good," chris hums softly, placing his phone on the desk and pressing the speaker icon, allowing his mother's voice to fill the room. "classes are good too."

"and how is nick? has he been over recently?"

"y'know nick would rather die than come into the frat house—"

"oh, chris, you know i don't like you saying things like that to me. don't say that."

"sorry, ma," chris apologises sincerely, and you're taken aback by the softness in his tone. it's a complete contrast to the condescending way he usually speaks to you, often laced with sarcasm and mockery. the apology feels so genuine that it makes your heart flutter once more. "he doesn't like it here. prefers to meet up some place else."

"as long as you're seeing each other, that's all that matters," marylou says softly. "'cos your dad and i were worried that you wouldn't spend much time with him with your new living arrangements and all."

"no, no. we're good, we see each other a lot," chris reassures her as he pulls his jeans up his legs, threading his belt through the loops. "you don't need to worry, ma. i promise. we're actually goin' to get dinner tonight. nate's comin' along too."

you knew about the dinner tonight — though you weren't invited of course, you were all too aware of the plans.

"oh, nate," marylou coos softly at the mention of him. "and how is—"

her words are cut off when the book resting in your lap slips from your grasp and falls to the ground with a loud thud, causing chris' head to snap in your direction, momentarily pausing mid-motion.

he then grabs his plain white t-shirt, glaring at you as your lips form a tight-lipped, apologetic smile as you reach down to retrieve the book, your neck and cheeks burning with embarrassment. chris shakes his head at you with a quiet scoff, clearly unimpressed.

"is anyone there with you?" marylou asks curiously, her tone riddled with warmth and inviting.

your heart races as your head shoots up, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling up inside you. you take a deep breath, ready to introduce yourself properly, hoping to make a good first impression.

"no. just some dumb frat kid next door makin' noise." chris immediately shuts it down, his tone dismissive, and your smile immediately drops from your face, a wave of discomfort twisting in your stomach and chest.

the disappointment stings more than you expected, and you can't help but feel small under his words. you tune out chris and marylou's conversation now, the warmth you felt just moments ago fading into an ache deep within you. mindlessly, you flip through the pages of you book, the words blurring together as your interest in that simmers too.

you don't even realise chris is saying goodbye to his mom, using a sweet tone that would have definitely made you swoon if you were paying attention. you completely miss the heartfelt 'i miss yous' and 'i love yous' shared between them too.

it's only when you feel the bed dip that your attention snaps back to reality, and you raise your gaze to see chris sitting on the edge, pulling on a pair of white socks before reaching for his black converse.

"m'gonna get matt to take you back to your place," chris announces nonchalantly, as if his earlier words hadn't left an impact. "gotta go that way t'get nick anyways."

"'kay." you reply, trying to keep your tone light.

chris twists his head to peer over his shoulder at you, his fingers busy tying his laces. his brows furrow in confusion as he stares at you. "what?"

you murmur back, "what?"

"whats the matter with you?" he asks, annoyance creeping into his voice. "actin' all weird on me. quieter than usual—"

"why didn't you tell your mom i was with you?" the question slips out before you can even think to stop it, a mix of hurt and vulnerability lacing your words.

chris gives you a look that makes you feel foolish, as if you've just asked the most ridiculous question. "why would i?"

his bluntness stings again, and you feel a flush of embarrassment wash over you. it's not just the question that bothers you; it's the slow realisation that he doesn't see how much you wish to be acknowledged, to be part of his world in a way that feels meaningful — more than a casual hook-up, maybe even as a friend.

you swallow hard, trying to gather your thoughts. "i just thought... maybe it would be nice, is all."

chris shrugs, turning back to his shoes. "s'not a big deal, kid."

"it is to me." the words slip out before you can hold them back again, a somewhat desperate plea for an understanding.

"why?" he asks immediately, looking back at you once more. "it shouldn't mean shit to you."

"you know my mom," you state. "you... you've spoken to my mom before, and—"

"'cos that was your choice, kid. yeah? 'n this is my choice," he points to his chest to emphasis his words, the intensity in his eyes making your heart race. "y'want me to tell my mom that i've got some girl in my room? have her question shit? nah... i keep my family life separate to what i do here."

his words hit hard. you understand his need for boundaries, but it hurts to feel so easily dismissed, and the ache in your chest deepens. you want to argue back, to make him see your side, but the words catch in your throat and you fall silent,

#ᯓ꒰asks꒱#ᯓ꒰anon꒱#☆ fratboy!chris #☆ shy!reader #☆ fratboy!chris x shy!reader #★ ⋮ sturniolo hours !#★ ⋮ chris hours !

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mikaela-granger · 2 months ago

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Would You Still Love Me?

Fandom: The Walking Dead.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon/Reader

My first time writing any sort of fanfiction in over a decade. It is also my first time writing for this fandom. Constructive criticism is most welcome. I was inspired by a writing prompt from @otp-fanfic-ideas

“Hey Daryl, would you still love me if I was a worm?” You asked from your position lying on the ground near where Daryl was working on his bike. It was an abnormally warm fall day and you were enjoying the warmth of the sun. You had finished your work for the day and were spending some quality time with your man.

“Huh?” Daryl asked, looking at you.

“Would. You. Still. Love. Me. If. I. Was. A. Worm?” You repeat slowly, sitting up.

“’re ya high? Where’d ya get the weed?” Daryl asked, frowning at you.

You smiled at him and shook your head. “Just answer the question. Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“Why ya askin’ stupid questions?” he asked, turning back to his bike.

“It is not a stupid question, just answer it.”

Daryl sighed. “If I answer, will ya stop bugging me?” You nodded. “Yeah, I would still love ya if you were a worm.”

You smiled brightly and moved to throw your arms around him. “I would love you too. If you were a worm. You’d be a very cute worm.”

Daryl scoffed. “Ain’t cute.”

“You are very cute.” You argued back, before giving him a quick kiss. “And a deal is a deal. I shall stop asking ‘stupid questions’…for now.”

You moved away from him to lay back in your previous position.

“Seriously though, where’d ya get the weed?”

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon fluff #twd x reader #twd daryl #twd fanfiction

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waterlooletterwrb · 4 days ago

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WRITE WITH ME!

I will start, and you can use the reblog to continue this story however you desire! The idea is that post by post we do a longer story (but if you wanna post your version somewhere else feel free to do so, you just remember to credit me!).

The One rule: You can't gender the Elf!Reader character.

If you need, add more warnings to your post!

OTP: Mairon (Sauron) x Elf!Reader

Universe: Rings of Power / Tolkien

Warnings: main character death, angst, blood, "you can fix him" plot;

Summary: You're the one who stole the Dark Lord's heart, yet you're dying in his arms.

A Forbidden Promise

"Don't go. I — I cannot follow you there. You can't go. You can't go." His voice was frenetic, desperate in a way the dark lord never sounded. How could he not be? You're dying in his arms, the only sweet touch, warmth, love he's ever known. And he will never be able to follow you to Mandos. "Please, I will never be able to go with you there, please."

His plea sounds like he wants to go tho. A begging, maybe the first time in more than two ages that Mairon of the Maiar actually regrets his choices. In you he found his perfection. And now he would lose it. Was that the vengeance of the Valar?

You raise your weak hand, resting it on this face. With your thumb you wipe one of the tears from his cheek. Even now he is as beautiful as the first time you saw each other.

"I — I will come back. For you, I will come back." Your voice is not much more than an whisper. Yet, somehow you make a disbelieving smile appears on his lips.

"Who would give up paradise for me? For Sauron?" The name disgust you as much as it disgust him, and your face probably shows it because he sighs. "If you're leaving me, at least leave saying the truth. It's too... cruel to say it. For I never hoped before."

That makes you give him a pity sad smile. Ignoring the pain, you do everything you can to raise yourself. He holds you tighter, his warmth is what you need to concentrate even when your vision starts to fade.

"Mairon, endanya¹. Hear the last words of the one who stole your heart." This make you see for one last time the sweet smile that he only ever directed to you. "As I promised once, I will never lie to you."

He presses his forehead against yours. For the last time you breathe the same air. "So I dare to command you, Mairon or whatever name you desire to hear now: learn to hope." I little cry escapes your lips, and you feel his hands tremble where he holds you, for a moment you lose your mind and all you can hear is the blood dripping. It's a shame, his always beautiful tunics will forever be stained within your blood now.

Even so, he won't stop holding you. So you do everything you can to reassure him again. He needs to understand, he must believe.

"Learn to hope." You mumble. "For I shall return to you."

You no longer can see or feel, your hand falling from his face is the first sign you went to the undying lands. But you were right. And Mairon, Sauron, does not let you go. He holds you tightly, in a crying so long it's impossible to believe that that destroyed and devastated being was once Morgoth's heir.

The grief is too much and, when he finally let you, there's no one to hear but the wind while he whispers:

"I — I'm yours to command, endanya. I will hear whatever name you call me. I will do whatever you wish. I will hope — I will hope for you."

A promise and a threat. Because in his soul he knows; you were the only one that could stop what's coming for Middle Earth. You were the only one that could stop him.

So now even the wind hopes. You need to return.

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Endanya¹ = if i did the word correctly it should be quenya for "my love/my soul", but in a deeper way of calling the one you love "your everything". In my mind, when Sauron says it he is also telling that the reader is his light.

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izvmimi · 7 months ago

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cw: streamer au! you and hawks have a popular channel and you have some special guests! fluff! reader and hawks are married. 'dove' as a nickname. written for @pastelle-rabbit.

“Did you finish setting up the microphones, dove?” Keigo asks, while you’re just about to adjust your PC setup. The stream begins in five minutes, and while it’s not the first time you’ve gone live with your love, it’s the first time that you’ve had guests on your streaming site, and this is highly anticipated enough that you expect a higher turnout for today, and commensurately likely more trolls. You’re used to Keigo’s trolls as a top-ranking hero, but Izuku’s trolls are a whole different beast.

“Yes!” you sing out to him. After the final adjustment, you shoot a glance to Izuku and his wife who are poised very politely on gaming chairs you got just for them; his hand is holding hers, the thumb caressing the back of her hand while she crosses her legs at the ankle. She looks distressed and you stifle a giggle. Horror and gore are the themes for your stream today and from what Izuku has told you, she’s a screamer, but so is Keigo, so the two will be squawking like birds for the remainder of the night.

You can’t wait.

“Are you guys comfortable?” you ask. The chair arrangement is a little more complex to make sure everyone stays huddled around your huge monitor, but you’ve figured it out.

She nods slowly, and Izuku grins. “We’re doing perfect!”

There are now two minutes until the stream starts, and Keigo slips into the chair right beside you and kisses your cheek, his other hand deep in a bag of chicken chips which he brings to your mouth.

You indulge him with a bite, and he grins, then whispers if you want him to be your chair this time, and while Izuku grins politely at the two of you, you can sense yourself warming in the face.

“We have guests,” you remind him. Keigo throws a glance at Izuku who immediately waves his hands.

“Pretend we’re not here.”

“What do you mean we’re not here, we were in-”

You start the stream and Izuku’s wife falls silent, immediately switching to camera ready mode. “Welcome guys and thanks for coming back to our channel! As promised, we have special guests today! -” Deku and his wife wave politely to the camera in million-watt smiles, “- and we’ll be continuing with our horror themed stream!”

Keigo chews loudly and waves at the camera. “I’ll be here!” he motions a salute to the screen. As expected, you can already see the influx of his fans filling the chat, painfully polite in their thirst since the last time he reminded them on screen he was happily married.

“Ooh can we have streamer nicknames?” Izuku’s wife asks.

“Sure, what would you like to be called?” you offer. She looks around, then up at the ceiling, then her eyes light up.

“Hm… BLOODCRUSH.” She says with dramatic glee. The rest of the three of you blink rapidly, but no one argues.

“Bloodcrush it is!” you announce as she kicks her feet. Izuku gives her a mildly concerned look, but then rubs her shoulder affectionately. The chat starts to rile up with comments in support of new nickname Bloodcrush (bloodcrush x deku otp, bloodcrush fighting!) to her delight while the less savory ones are promptly ignored.

“I think the rest of us will just go by our hero or streamer names, is that okay?” Keigo says, stretching out in his chair and resting his arm around the shoulder of your gaming chair, pose relaxed.

“So what game are we playing?” Deku starts per your loosely prepared script.

“RAID AND EXECUTION,” Hawks announces, excitedly. You laugh as the story intro video begins, and Hawks claps his hands dimming the lights while Bloodcrush looks stunned to her husband then to you.

“Raid and what?”

“Oh, that sounds awesome! I’ve heard of this one!” Deku chirps, and immediately his info-dumping begins. “So from what I’ve read, this game is set in the early 1400s in the Caribbean where a group of pirates are lost at sea and encounter a group of enchanted beings, most likely zombies, and you’re meant to survive as long as possible when they’re active at night, and raid the villagers during the daytime or else you’ll run out of resources and die, not to mention the game mechanics heavily rely on you using context clues of the environment in order to determine if a settlement is nearby and-”

Hawks and Bloodcrush both scream as the first zombie shows up on screen armed with a machete and cleanly slices the head off of your avatar.

‘Ooh, that was fast,” you say, frowning as the “Game Over” screen shows up on the monitor. The chat explodes with comments telling Deku to shut the hell up which makes him frown.

“Just trying to provide context,” he grumbles. You start up the game again and instead of jumping right off the ship and walking right onto the island, you pause and look for clues. Hawks encourages you to explore the bottom of the ruins first, which has you find a rusty machete of your own as well as some 14th century hardtack, and Bloodcrush leans in and asks you if there’s any way you can find a musket or other gun.

“Baby, I think muskets weren’t invented till the 15th century,” Deku says, and she pats his cheek gently, whispering only mildly threatening, “I didn’t ask you for historical accuracy, honey.”

“Here, I think we found one!” you exclaim and Hawks gives you a high five while Bloodcrush raises her eyebrow at him.

While you begin arranging your inventory, Hawks repeats some questions in the chat for their guests.

“So, herofootfetish69 has a question for you, Deku.”

Izuku pales while you and his wife unintentionally bursts out laughing from how nonchalantly Hawks reads the username, then your avatar inadvertently falls off a cliff and dies.

“Man!” you exclaim as you restart. Bloodcrush laughs even harder as she points to new resources that you can pick up while you’re repacking your knapsack.

“They ask, do you have time to play video games when you’re supposed to be protecting the city?” Hawks asks, then giggles.

“Why am I being heckled?” he frowns. “Yes, heroes have time off too.” He pauses. “Hawks is literally on this stream!”

“Hey, I think if you alternate the musket and the dagger, you might have a chance with those zombies,” Bloodcrush murmurs. Someone in the chat tells her that she has a better chance with the dagger alone. “Never mind, just do that.”

“Next question for LoveDove!” Keigo presses a kiss to your forehead, then reads off, “gains4fame asks, how long have you and Bloodcrush known each other?”

“Not long!” you say, “but I think we’ve become fast friends!”

Bloodcrush’s eyes light up and she playfully bops you on the shoulder. Hawks offers an affectionate awwww, and hugs you while Deku rubs his wife’s back.

In the process of your husband hugging you, you’re shot by an arrow.

“NO!” you and Bloodcrush scream in unison, then look at each other and giggle.

“Next question from chickenchipenthusiast-” Izuku pauses, then reaches for the extra bag Hawks has brought, “not sponsored by the way,” he reminds everyone, “for Hawks - how do you choose your guests on the show?”

Hawks shrugs. “When I called, you picked up.”

Izuku sighs in defeat.

“We’ll move on to the next question. For LoveDove again - do you think you’ll get better at these games?”

Hawks bristles but you laugh. “I’m having fun and so are you, aren’t you?”

chickenchipenthusiast writes: exactly!

You get your first kill of a zombie on the island and you and Bloodcrush share double high fives in delight.

The chat fills with overwhelming support and the stream continues late into the night, the chatter amongst you guys never ending and the subscribers ticking higher and higher all night.

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo x reader #daydreams: bnha #mimi's notes #treasures: amira

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luceafarul-de-dimineata · 8 months ago

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a noble runs into MC and the nobody devil while they’re on a date and MC introduces them to each other when confronted…

didn’t mean to annoy you by being clumsy and sending 3 asks in a row. apologies🤦

It'a fine, pussy, my imbox is empty, so there's no tragedy in giving the same request multiple times. For my sake, I'll just name the demon Marian, but you can imagine anything else instead.

Whb nobles seeing MC with another devil

Zagan

He was just going on his morning jog when he spotted you and Marian

Everyone in Gehenna knows everyone else in Gehenna, so don't be surprised that they know eachother.

Zagan would be kind of shy when getting closer to you and nod at the two of you

"Oh, hi Zagan! This is Marian, my boyfriend."

His face doesn't change much but you can tell that the realisation struck him

He shakes Marian's hand and leaves.

You should be thankful it was him that found you two and not someone more... aggressive

Astaroth

He's stuck

On one hand, this is such an amazing love story plot.

The child of Solomon, the human that could have them all settles with a nobody.

They are everything and he's just Marian

The drama, the romance, the tragedy that could spur out of something like this

He's all for it

But on the other hand, really?

You have all the kings drooling after you, all the nobles lining up to make a carpet out of their bodies so you won't have to step on dirt, and you choose... Marian?

Humans trully are fascinating creatures

He doesn't say anything when he sees the two of you, just hiding behind a corner and observing. He's really invested now, be ready to find his newly published novel about a queen falling for a layman on your nightstand

Bimet

He audibly gasps

He is revolted, he is insulted, he is disgusted

How fucking dare you

He doesn't know who that demon is, nor does he care

He would power walk between you two and look only into your eyes.

"MC, I didn't think I would find you! Who's the accessory you have with you? What's his purpose and when will he expire?"

"That's my boyfriend Marian."

"Hahaha, you're soooo funny! You're already dating Mammon. Do you really need something as... insignificant as this devil?"

You start arguing with Bimet until he just picks Marian up and takes you to the royal quert.

When Mammon gives the verdict that you can date anyone you want, Bimet's entire attitute changes.

He congratulates you for finding such a handsome devil and wishes you both ferwell.

Glasylabolas

Oh ho ho ho, now this, this is interesting

He's gonna have the time of his life with this one

First, he takes pictures of you two on the date, holding hands, hugging, any physical contact works

Then he makes his presence known

He's a lot more cheerful than usual and he eggs both of you on.

He acts like you two being together was his OTP all along, talking about how you two are just made for eachother

"Oh, but MC, why haven't you told his majesty Leviathan about your blooming relationship with this young fella? Should I do the honorifics myself?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, he just summons his coffin and teleports to Leviathan's throne room to tell him the gossip.

Seeing you and your boyfriend hanging put a smile on his face

Next time, try not to get caught

Stolas

He just shoots the guy

No warning, no anything

He doesn't want to hear your complaints

A vermin was touching the child of Solomon in a romantic manner

Avisos' one law is to not steal someone else's partner

And you're clearly dating Beelzebub, so Stolas was just enforcing the law

You had to rush your boyfriend to Paradise Lost to get treatment, but Stolas won't apologise

You have to explain to him step by step that 1. You're not dating Beelzebub and 2. You chose to date Marian because you genuinly love him

It takes him a while to process, and he still has doupts, but he'll pay for the treatment of your boyfriend

Ronové

You don't see or hear him coming, you just feel his arms snake around your neck

He congratules you for getting a boyfriend and shakes the devils hand.

He's actually very chill about the whole ordeal, but he seems weirdly fascinated about the other demon's sex life

He really doesn't want the child of Solomon to get sexually frustrated

He would offer to show him how its done, but you slapped Ronové before you could finish

He just chuckles and hands the devil a business card

Before he leaves, he whispers in your ear "if he doesn't treat you well, chop his dick off. Or better, ask me to do it."

Andrealphus

At least it's not an angel

When Andrealphus walk closer to the two of you, your date starts shaking in fear

Andrealphus just smiles and hugs you since he hasn't seen you in a while (insert blind joke here)

He smiles at your date, which doesn't help make him look less intimidating

As long as that devil doesn't pose a threat to you, he's fine with letting you date whoever you want

Your date might faint after Andrealphus leaves, but you both are glad that nobody got murdered.

Buer

He's confused and a bit offended

I mean, Lucifer is right there

It kind of reminds him of that story Lucifer once told him about his younger self. How he fell in love with a human princess but the princess chose some random dude instead of him and he got depressed.

He doesn't want that to happen again so he probably would move you and your new sweetheart to different sides of the hospital

If you try to comfront him about it he's just like "You are under my care and he's under Marbas' care, there's no reason for him to be in the same wing as you"

He wants to break you two off, but not directly. So he just hopes that the physical distance between you and your boyfriend would make the relationship deteriorate by itself.

Would probably stop only if Lucifer tells him to knock it off

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb x reader #whb zagan #whb astaroth #whb bimet #whb glasyalabolas #whb stolas #whb ronové #whb andrealphus #whb buer

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jerzwriter · 1 month ago

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I was inspired by this OTP Question from @kyra75 : How would they react to someone flirting with them? Flirting with their significant other. Kyra asked for all four of my pairings, and I decided I'd write a little fic for each one. Thanks so much for the inspiration, Kyra! (Ethan x Kaycee's version can be found here.)

Book: Open Heart (Book 2 Timeline) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey MacTavish (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 1,538 Summary: Tobias and Casey take a much-needed vacation, but when some admirers begin crossing lines, will it still be the respite they need?

A/N: Participating in @choicesprompts Flufftober #26, Do you trust me?

It was just what the doctor ordered—doctors, to be exact. While Tobias and Casey did their best to find joy in each day, their lives as doctors at Edenbrook Hospital were quite stressful. They knew they had to play as hard as they worked to maintain balance, and that’s why they desperately needed this vacation.

On the second day of their trip, they were quite proud of themselves, for they managed a few impressive feats even before the clock struck noon: prying their bodies off of each other, managing to will themselves out of bed, and, most recently, getting up from their poolside lounge chairs. It was only to refresh their drinks at the tiki bar, but on a tropical holiday, they viewed these as grand accomplishments.

Casey hopped up on a bar stool with a broad smile. Closing her eyes, she took in the salty air and warm breeze. This was near perfection! Her handsome boyfriend slipped onto the stool beside her, wrapping his arm protectively behind her back and motioning to the bartender, who quickly approached him.

She was noticeably attractive. Tall and curvaceous, her sunkissed curls cascaded over her perfectly tanned shoulders, falling over the top of her hibiscus print bikini top. The mischievous glint in her eyes matched her flirtatious smile. She was confident, almost too confident, as she sauntered Tobias’s way.

“What’ll it be, handsome,” she winked as Casey rolled her eyes. She was used to people flirting with Tobias, but she also knew what it was like to work for tips, so she went along with it.

“Rum runner for the lady and a Mai Tai for me,” he replied.

She returned with the drinks in an instant, an alluring smile on her lips. “First one’s on me, sweetheart,” she said, meeting his eyes for a moment too long. “I’m Amber. Let me know if you need anything else.”

Tobias smiled politely, lifting his glass. “Thanks. Appreciate it.”

Casey stirred her drink, eyeing Tobias as he brought his glass to his lips. “What?” he asked playfully.

“Oh, nothing,” she chuckled.

Tobias was inherently charming, a natural flirt whose harmless banter was part of his reportiore. Casey knew these things about him, and they were part of what made her love him. But as Amber strutted back... again and again... her comments more pointed and her laughter more ridiculously exaggerated each time, it became clear that she wasn’t just jockeying for tips.

When Amber leaned over the bar, her gaze locked on Tobias’s, Casey was close to having enough. “So, do you come here often?” Amber asked with another wink.

Tobias sensed the shift, but he was still amused. He chuckled lightly and replied, “Not exactly. My girlfriend and I don’t live around the corner." He nodded toward Casey, making it clear they were together.

Amber’s eyes flicked toward the blonde beauty, but instead of backing off, she doubled down. “Hmm. Well, if you ever come back... alone... be sure to let me know. I do live around the corner, and I'd love to show you around.”

Tobias shrugged it off, but Casey felt her jaw tighten as Amber sashayed away. She wasn’t the jealous type, but come on. That wasn’t bold; it was flat-out disrespectful.

Casey shot Tobias a sideways glance. “All right, I know flirting is in your DNA,” she said dryly. “But come on!”

"What?" He said. "I didn't flirt with her. She was flirting with me! And I made it perfectly clear we're together."

"I know..." Casey said, her cheeks turning red. "But... still..."

Tobias’s eyes crinkled as he looked at his love with a teasing smile. "Still what? Uh oh, is someone jealous?”

“I’m not jealous,” Casey insisted. “I’m all for innocent flirtation, but I don’t like being disrespected. I mean, I’m sitting right here.”

“Come on, babe,” he said, placing a kiss on her forehead. “You know you have nothing to worry about. I’m all yours.”

“You better believe I know it. If I thought you were playing along with Miss Amber, you’d be wearing this rum runner, and I won’t even tell you where the decorative paper umbrella would end up.”

Tobias howled with laughter as Casey swatted his arm. "Remind me never to piss you off!"

“You think it’s cute when I get mad, don’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” Tobias grinned, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “It’s kind of adorable.”

“Hmm. I’ll show you adorable,” she said with a mock pout.

“Keep that thought,” he said, excusing himself to go to the restroom.

Casey glared across the bar at Amber, not that it mattered, as she never once looked Casey's way. But she wasn’t about to let this ruin her day. She took another sip of her drink and turned around to look at the beautiful view of the beach, and her mood lightened once again. But as she was about to turn around, she felt a presence on the stool beside her... an unfamiliar presence.

A well-tanned California surfer type sitting beside her on the same stool Tobias had just left. He was tall and handsome, with a smile so bright she considered putting on her sunglasses, and his attention was focused solely on her.

“Hey there,” he said with a sly grin, “I couldn’t help but notice you. I haven't been able to take my eyes off of you since you arrived. Someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t be sitting here all alone, so I thought you might like some company."

Casey chuckled to herself. She knew how to flirt and was dating the master himself. Was this really the best this guy had to offer?

“Well, if you’ve been watching me since I arrived, then you know I’m not alone,” she replied, glancing in the direction where Tobias had gone.

But the man either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Leaning in closer, she swore his smile grew brighter – thought it seemed that would defy science. “Well, I thought he might be boring you. I'm sure I could keep you more entertained."

Casey spat out her drink, laughing as she wiped her mouth. She was about to begin her retort, but Tobias appeared before she could say a word. He cleared his throat loudly, keeping his expression neutral, though there was a fire in his eyes. “Hey, buddy. You’re in my seat.”

The guy looked Tobias over, then back at Casey, clearly not getting the message. “I don’t see your name on it,” he replied, undeterred, as Tobias’s jaw tightened.

“Yeah, well, I don’t see your name on it either, Ken,” Tobias spat. “So lift your ass off of it and go find your own Barbie. Because my girlfriend is taken."

“Girlfriend, huh,” ‘Ken’ leered. “Lucky guy. She could do better."

Tobias glared at him as he walked away, his scowl becoming more pronounced. He turned back to Casey. “Who the hell does that guy think he is?”

"Got me," Casey shrugged, biting back a grin. “But I think you declared that he's... Ken."

"Yeah, well, he's going to be a flattened Ken if he tries that again."

Casey raised an eyebrow. "Uh oh, is someone jealous?” she teased, mimicking his earlier words. "Don't you trust me?"

Tobias frowned, but there was a playful glint in his eyes. “Of course, I trust you! And I’m not jealous. I'm not; it's just that he was very respectful.”

“Mmm-hmm. Right, you’re not jealous,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I totally get it.”

Tobias turned to her with that smirk that made her melt, whether they were in the middle of a Boston winter or the Caribbean heat.

“Shut up,” he laughed, pulling her close for a kiss.

They both smiled against each other’s lips before pulling back from a kiss. Casey looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. “Face it, babe. It’s not easy having such a hot significant other, is it?”

Tobias beamed at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Nope. It’s not easy at all. But it certainly has its...perks.”

“Mmm,” she said, downing the rest of her drink. “You know, it's getting a little hot out here. Why don’t we go back to our suite and revisit some of those perks.”

Tobias pushed his stool away from the bar with a loud scraping noise. He was on his feet in an instant. “That sounds like a perfect idea to me. Maybe we can hook up Amber and Ken before we go.”

“Pfft,” Casey shrugged, “I’m here to take care of you – you're here to take care of me. Them? They're on their own."

"That's right," he said, bopping her nose with his finger. "Something we'll never be again."

He pulled Casey close and gave her a lingering kiss, eliciting frowns from their admirers. Casey could feel her boyfriend's growing excitement, and she giggled as she pulled away, taking his hand with a grin.

"Come on, babe," she winked. "Let's get back to the suite before we expose everyone to those perks."

At that point, it was clear. Amber and 'Ken' could remain at the bar for hours, but they wouldn't see Tobias or Casey again, for they had better things to do—namely, each other.

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

#open heart #open heart choices #choices open heart #tobias carrick #tobias carrick x mc #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic #playchoices #choices #choices the stories you play #open heart fanfic #flufftober

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mosaickiwi · 5 months ago

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Fall Unto Me (epilogue hehe)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Demon!Ren and Angel!Angel my otp!!! I think saying I won't write anymore compels me to write more somehow................... sowwee I just keep lying :3c

cw// religious themes

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Moonlight gleamed on the gentle waves pushing back and forth to meet the shore. You sat at the water’s edge with your lover, legs curled under you to lean against his side, your fingers drawing shapes in the wet sand that only lived a few fleeting seconds, then washed away in the water's wake.

The blue eyed demon kept an arm around you for warmth. You still felt cold, sometimes even during the day. It bothered him more than you. Ren silently watched you etch shapes, though they didn't pay as much attention as usual. He was lost in thought.

Almost a year had gone by since the dreaded night that wouldn't leave their mind in peace, when heaven had burned away all you’d ever known without a care for the loneliness you felt afterwards. A nightmare that was sure to stain decades of eternity with you. Centuries past his own damned fall from heaven's gate, they still found a way to punish him.

Your heart healed quickly with his doting and comfort, but the physical scars remained. Each morning was a glimpse of heaven and hell. He was always awake before you, but to ever leave your side would pain them like nothing else. So he waited. You'd open your eyes, smile at him as if he was the paradise you'd treasured dearly—how could you still choose to grace a monster like them with your sacred beauty? Your presence? Your love?—then crawl from the sheets to stretch and start your day.

The two jagged streaks of seared flesh on your back greeted him like a cruelly blinding sunrise. He could only wonder where everything went wrong.

He hadn’t meant for it to happen so soon. Your fated fallen angel had already waited millennia to meet you again, and he was intent on waiting infinitely more until you were ready. Because they knew you’d eventually come to desire him, to yearn for their embrace above all others. But you’d fallen—both in love and divinity—faster than he dared to wish for. Nevermind a thousand years, you were taken with him in barely a day, even if it took you much longer to realize the gaze you set upon him in the setting sun was more than just curiosity.

It must have been destiny’s twisted attempt at design. He didn’t expect you that day in heaven’s library, but they were meant to belong to you from the moment—

“Ren,” you spoke as softly as the ocean’s gentle breeze. Still, they heard you loud and clear through the muddled sea of their mind. You were the only being who could ever pull him ashore. Or astray.

“Yes, little angel?” he answered. The nickname burned in his heart to use now, but the way your eyes glittered with love like the moon and stars above when they said it… he yearned for that happiness to last as long as it could.

“Did I spell it right?” He cast his gaze to where you pointed. Just out of the crawling reach of lapping waves, you’d written something in the starlit sand.

They’d written your name thousands, maybe even millions of times over and over to keep him sane enough to find his only solace in you. Seeing it here, finally in your own handwriting was something else entirely. He’d commit it to memory.

“Exactly right,” Ren smiled down at your handiwork and leaned over to write the three letters of his name under yours. They were all he could remember of the real name heaven had stolen away. Though it’d been so long that he wasn’t even sure if they were correct.

You stared for a moment, then drummed your fingers on your thigh. “Your real one was certainly longer than this,” you muttered to yourself.

Your companion absently nodded, those innocent words haunting him with another memory. He’d spilled his heart out months ago in a moment of weakness, one morning when the sight of your scars broke him. About the real first time you met, his own fall from grace, his sinful intentions to take you with him some day. Everything that he feared would make you hate him. It was a way to punish himself further. Heaven’s permanent reminder wasn’t enough—but you forgave everything with ease like the angel you truly were.

I’d go through it all again if it meant you’d be mine, you told him. As if it was a simple choice. You were more upset to hear that you couldn’t call his true name. That worthless excuse of a god had made a mistake to let you go—one Ren would never even think to make.

The demon had developed an odd habit of brooding. You kissed his cheek to get his attention, one hand lacing through theirs. “Ren, there’s nothing to worry about. Why don’t we go swim? Or take a walk?”

He meant to answer, but a harsh shiver suddenly tore through your body. You felt cold again, even to him. A lance of pain from his own ill fated guilt, and he carefully stood, lifting you into his ink-stained arms. “Let’s go home.” You were clearly about to frown, and he had to correct himself. “Little angel, let’s go home.”

Not even the moon could outshine the immediate smile you brightened his world with.

#14 days with you #14dwy redacted #14dwy ren #cw religious themes #momo writing #no one can stop me!!!#if u squint there's 888 words in this exactly hmm yes suspicious???#not so hidden meaning #actually wrote dis cause sai gave me more brainrot....... :3c #also bc i'm emo

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elsa-fogen · 8 months ago

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You don't really strike me as one who's much for ships, more just cool and fun character dynamics (like qpr RadioRose)

So I'm a little curious over what ships you actually do like

Also curious over your thoughts on one-sided RadioStatic?

I'm glad that you got my vibe right lol

I had really few OTPs which i shipped absolutely myself and not because i wanted to support my friends, and hazbin has none of them

Charlie and Vaggie are cute but for me they're really dull. I mean, maybe in next seasons their relationships will be explored more, but i really would love to see how they came to what they have now! For now they're just generic couple with no interesting dynamics, at least for me

OH OH OH THERE'S ONE SHIP I LIKE!!! Adam and Lute. And it's a total shame i haven't drawn anything with them! Thir dynamic is really fun, and I'M 100% CONVINCED THAT THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER WERE REAL. Like. Look at Adam, he's dying, but he puts on a brave face just for her. Lute is CRYING because of his death! God i want Adam to reappear as a sinner and then him meeting with Lute. I want a villain song for Lute. I want to see her planning revenge OHH AM I WEAK FOR REVENGE PLOTS OHH. I WANT TO SEE HOW HER WORLD IS FALLING APART WHEN SHE SEES SINNER ADAM! I want her to question her loyalty. I want to see her conflict with herself. Damn they are such a cool couple. I love them.

But i guess my love for them is too overshadowed by my love for Alastor. Oh Alastor. He relly makes me smile.

So, one-sided radiostatic. Or radiosilence, i saw that name and i liked it.

Honestly it's just hillarious. I really love that joke that Vox confessed his feelings to Alastor and it was the readon why he disappeared for 7 years LIKE LMAO, BRO IS SO ACE THAT HE WOULD RATHER DIE. I like seeing jokes about Vox being obsessed with Alastor and Alastor who couldn't care less. Bonus points if Alastor DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON. THIS IS TOP COMEDY.

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #guitarspear #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin lute #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin ships #alastor the radio demon #onesided radiostatic

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bettysupremacy · 1 year ago

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I’m in love with your version of peter already!!!

I would love if you could write maybe r hurting her knees and him kneeling to patch her up. maybe r not having the best experience with people touching her but trusting him:))

I hope you are having a good day/week/month!! and absolutely no pressure to write this

I was literally otp with @formulafics when I found this in my inbox and so excited. So cute!! Thank you for the request!

“It hurts.” You whimper pathetically. Peter watches the way you flinch at his fingers sorrowful.

You sit on the bathroom counter of his small apartment, scraped and bruised from a fall outside the spinning doors. You hadn’t seen the skateboard swish past you, and the owner hadn’t turned his head to check if you were okay. His doorman helped you up, embarrassingly, but Peter seemed to have been down the stairs before you could step off the lobby rug. He leans over you know, hands on the counter, head down inspecting the bloody skin.

“Can I touch it?” He murmurs, looking up at you. You stare at him. “I just want to help.”

Your eyes are puffy, a sight from crying, and your nose aches from the way you rub it. You’re sure it’s not the prettiest sight he’s ever seen, and a small rumble of embarrassment vibrates in your belly. You nod anyways.

“Are you sure?” He pushes. You know he wants verbal consent.

“Uh uh.” You frown, tapping your fingers against your knee. “You can.”

“Ok.”

He bends down onto his knees, eye level with the aching scrapes you adorn. Peter sucks his teeth sharply. “This look like it hurts.”

“It does.” You whisper, and Peter feels stupid for the basic observation.

“Can I clean it?” He looks up at you. “It might sting a little.” He’s honest with you. “But it’ll make them feel better.”

You nod, suddenly embarrassed for the show of emotions, feeling little under his stare like a hurt child.

“I’m not trying to embarrass you.” He frowns, like he can read your mind. Suddenly, he laughs like he knows he’s startled you, groaning as he pushes to stand again.

Peter’s got problems with his knees, they ache and creek like an old man’s, but you don’t know what’s could’ve caused that so early in the boys life. They pop as he fully straightens them and he smiles at you, laughing a quiet “Felt good.”

You swallow a smile at his goofy expression.

“Yeah, you can clean them.” You reiterate out loud.

“Perfect.” He beams at you, dancing out the bathroom to earn your smile. He yells from the other room. “Doctor Parker’s over here!”

You wipe your nose quickly before he shows back up. “You didn’t go to med school!”

You hear his disgruntled scoff from the hallway.

Popping back in the bathroom he delights in your laugh. He pulls his hand from his back like a magician, letting tissue float down over his fingers. “A tissue for the lady.”

“Thank you.” Your small laugh is watery as you take the tissue, dabbing your wet cheeks.

“Don’t mention it.” He quips, dropping back down onto his knees to inspect your knees.

“You can’t keep putting so much pressure on your knees like that.” You murmur.

“I always bounce back.” He smiles. “Let’s see” He glances up at you. “Can I?”

You nod, letting him take the back of your knee into his warm hand. The antiseptic burns, something Peter is very apologetic for, and the bandaid tingles, but you’re happy with the light touches Peter graces your leg.

“All done.” He jumps up, using the hands you give him as leverage. “All better?”

“All better.”

“Are you sure?” He drawls with a smile shining towards you. His fingers wiggle towards your stomach teasingly. “Don't lie to me, baby.”

“I’m not.” You giggle, shoving your fingers in his.

“Okay.” He grins. “You better not be fibbing.”

You laugh out loudly. “I’m not.”

“I’m not.” He mimics, pushing away the hands that his him to kiss your lips. His hands work their way down to hold your waist, bracing you to jump off the counter. “Ready for blastoff?”

Your hands cup over his. “Shut up.”

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avonne-writes · 1 month ago

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11. What is your otp's most special moment? If they could travel back in time to relive it, would they? Would they change anything?

for HS AU 18. What are the small gestures with which your otp says 'I love you'? Are those daily rituals? Is the other aware of the intention behind those gestures?

kitty Gale AU in canon era

Hi, thank you for the questions! 💕 (list here)

11. My HS AU boys' most special moment

This changes over time, of course - if we only look at their high school years, it’s their first time making love.

If we look at the timeline I've shared so far, I think it’s a draw between Bucky proposing to Gale and a certain moment during their honeymoon which is not special in itself but the way they feel at that moment makes it very special to them. (You will see in the upcoming fics)

They would love to relive all of these moments again. 🩷 Ultimately, I don't think they would want to change anything about them. The proposal and the honeymoon moment are very sweet and loving. Maybe if they went back to their first time, they would want to be less awkward haha 😄

18. Small gestures of love - kitty Gale

In his human form, Gale shows his love every day by acts of care. Looking out for Bucky's physical and mental health as much as he can. He also gives Bucky very fond smiles, and when it’s dark and quiet and he feels at peace at night, he presses tender kisses to Bucky's cheek and jaw.

In cat form, Gale’s primary way of expressing his love is purring. If he feels affectionate and John picks him up, he’s purring away immediately. He also slow blinks at John, headbutts him, bumps their noses together, does figure 8's around his legs and licks him sometimes.

For years, John is not aware exactly that slow blinking is kitty Gale's way of saying he loves John. I can see him hearing about this theory from a female friend who owns a cat. Although Gale has said I love you before, John's heart still skips a beat at the realization.

John's love gestures are small touches, like a hand on Gale’s back or knuckles brushing his cheek. When Gale is in cat form, John likes to carry him in his arms (we know that Gale can even fall asleep like this). He also loves cuddling Gale (both forms) during sleep. Another one of John's small gestures of love is giving Gale small, thoughtful gifts.

Gale knows exactly what all of this means and usually reciprocates with a gesture of his own.

#mota #buck x bucky #gale cleven #john egan #anon #clegan #hs au #kitty gale

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the-fandom-is-now-my-life · 1 year ago

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Over tea

Tea can either bring people together to enjoy it or start senseless fights. How interesting

Wc: ~900

Your liking of tea has always been one of the few things known about you by the public. Other than your face or name, nothing much was known.

A perfect blank page for anyone to dream about any scenario they want.

" I just know it! One of the secretaries spoke as she stirred her coffee " great sage YN and mister al-haitham MUST be an item! Totally confirmed" She blushed lightly, imagining one of the steamy book cover that she managed to buy in Inazuma

The rest of the group looks at her attentively, this is one of their common lunch talks. Paperwork, unreasonable workers, talking shit about their boss and gossip about their favorite pair

" Oh?" The golden eyes of one of the boys open wide as does his mouth, letting out a bit of food " how are you so sure even?"

" Hear this'' she leans towards the table as if she was about to tell a top secret " al-haitham was on his desk, as usual right?" The rest of the group looked at her with total attention, breaths hitched "I had to deliver a letter but when I was about to enter I saw the great sage next to al-haitham so obviously I didn't enter. I didn't want to ruin my OTP's moment-"

" You just wanted to eavesdrop but sure "

" Shush! So I stood by listening and they were really like ' oh, haitham, you should take a break from work for a moment. We could go to my office and drink some tea' all while being very touchy feely and al-haitham kinda smiles knowingly before going so I had to leave the letter in the door -"

" Ehem!" One of the matra touches her shoulder, quickly dimming the environment " care to repeat that?"

Jumping from her chair she looks wide-eyed at the matra followed by two other matras " I swear I didn't mean to eavesdrop it was only an acc-"

The blond one steps ahead crossing his arms ready to fight " that is the problem! The problem is lying blatantly about possible affairs from the great sage! Everyone knows great sage and cyno are in love

" Obviously! And you said you stood by the door? Then how would you have known they were touchy feely and if he smiled or not! Only lies!"

The oldest steps in, trying to calm the other two down, seemingly he is their senior " you two only came because you wanted to warn them about lying about a public figure. Either way, young lass, do you know how severe lying about this is?"

Grasping the fabric around her chest she stands her ground, facing against the supposed 'boss' " I might have exaggerated with the touching part but the great sage WAS inside mister Al-haitham's office and they DID offer him to drink tea at their private office".

The blond one jumps in place, an offended look on his face " even then! How would you ever think they would fall in love with such a straight faced dull man!"

Sara gasps looking at him " straight faced! That is flavorful coming from you! You mean to say Cyno, the general mahatma is more expressive than mister al-haitham! I'm so sorry but that is plainly untrue!"

" I have only seen your so beloved 'misteir il-haithim" frown! I know you low level workers don't know how hard the sages' work is they need someone reliable and comforting like Cyno!"

The other matra chimes in rising reasons why Cyno is better than al-haitham, to each of them his coworker nods, while their superior looks somewhat embarrassed " Cyno has a whole personality outside of his job! He likes card games, he is protective of his friends, reliable, funny!"

Tte oldest gives a broken smile " O-Oh well maybe that one…"

" UP FOR DISCUSSION! But either way the great sage YN always laughs at his jokes!"

" Huh?!

"As cynos unofficial big brothers we have to help him get his happiness! He only relaxes when the great sage YN is around. I will not allow you bunch to sully it with senseless rumors"

" Yeah, plus Cyno spent three weeks next to the great sage! Obviously there should be something there"

The chubby and meek girl stands up " Well most of that time was spent believing the sage was a criminal! I wouldn't date anyone who thought that of me!"

The lanky matra gets closer, visibility mad by the vein in his neck " Cyno was only doing his job!"

" And?! I don't think my trust could easily be built if his first impression of me was that of a criminal!"

Looking down the window you look at the busy streets beaming with light and sound " I'm happy everything is as calm as usual" you say softly as you lean against your lover's chest, faintly smelling the white tea from his mug and his mouth. You wonder, would his lips taste like white tea?

He nods before resting his head on your own, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around you as if he was about to sleep with a teddy bear

No longer caring about making hypotheses, you give him a quick kiss, lingering around his face to notice any reaction. Looking carefully you see his lips turn the slightest upwards and his pale hair hiding the sprinkle in his eyes. Leaning down he gives a light kiss on your cheek

He tastes like tea, a lightly orange blossom taste lingering on the tip of your tongue. How much will the taste change if you add raspberries? Or maybe Jazmine? You will have to check then, surely your handsome lover wouldn't refuse any affection under the alibi of sharing a cup of tea

#genshin impact #gi #genshin sagau #self aware genshin impact #sagau #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x reader #cyno x reader #📕 great sage #could be read as either of those two

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dreamingsnowflake2013 · 2 months ago

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My OTP's first meeting (sort of)! Interestingly, she needs less than a minute to figure out he isn't her fiancé.

I love the parallel between him playing with her name card with his fingers and him playing mind games WITH HER.

Ye Ran is portrayed by Fan Zhi Xin, the revelation from My Lethal Man, aka one of the rare few modern cdramas that are well-made and I actually like. He's gotten even better since then (and hotter), plus the fact that Be Your Knight is even better than MLM helps. It doesn't matter which angle the camera shoots him from, he is perfection. Also, the cinematography of BYK is insanely gorgeous.

That's right, girl, you've just been unlawfully detained by your secret mafia brother-in-law. Welcome to the happy family.

My mind is in a gutter!

Their chemistry is out of this world!

I SHIP them so freaking much! This is my romance dreams come true. That slightly psychopathic wry mocking smile of his before he lets her go and she falls into the pool.

#be your knight #cdrama #fan zhixin #yang yuxi

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writingisartdarling · 11 months ago

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I have a serious obsession with older couples, as my followers already know. This inspired me to list the MANY things that make me go all swoon when I see two people so much as look at each other...Let's just say these old couples have gotten my expectations for love so high that I'll end up being single my whole life.

So here we have...

"I love you" - otp prompts

buying the other a whole *** house for Christmas (iykyk)

using pet names

hands on the other's waist

awkward giggles after a kiss

smiling into a kiss or right after it

walking hand in hand/arm in arm

giving the other flowers when they come home from town

playing with the other's hair

"text me when you get home"

exchanging looks across the room

gentleman manners, etc. holding out a door for the other or letting the lady walk furthest from the road and walking between her and the cars

forehead kisses

bathing the other especially if they're sick

slow dancing while the other hums

having no friends other than their significant other

sitting on the other's lap

complimenting the other's looks and them blushing

fidgeting with ring(s) they've been gifted from the other

late night talks

brushing the other's hair for them

smiling when their significant other is so much as mentioned

legs touching under a table

teasing

making the other's drink or meal just like they like it

husbands doting on their wives

hugs from behind

sharing things about their day with the other

working together

searching for them in a room full of people

helping the other shave their beard

mistletoe kisses

being protective over the other

cooking together

communicating without words

reading together

making the other breakfast in bed to surprise them in the morning

having a late-night meal together

the other having cold toes and the other having to warm them up in bed

getting jealous

inside jokes

love letters/messages

not being able to take their eyes off of their significant other

braiding the other's hair

cuddles after sex

marrying one's best friend

growing old together

taking a bath/shower together

making up by making out after a fight

putting a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch

having a song that always reminds them of the other

welcome home kisses

having the same last name (as in changing their last name when getting married)

helping the other undress

staying home to look after the other when they're sick

whispering sweet nothings to the other's ear

carrying an umbrella for the other when it rains

Look, the list could on and on...Perhaps that gives you an idea, though. Feel free to share your own if you made it this far. I hope you have a lovely rest of the week <3

#otp prompts #otp #imagine your otp #my otp

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aftgficrec · 5 months ago

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Can't believe I caught this open. I love your page. Was just wondering about fics centered around medicated Andrew. Like the foxes realizing that the drugs were more harmful than helpful. Thanks!

Medicated Andrew is an AFTG hot button theme with a good amount of fandom meta, discussion, and umbrage to be found. Some fic writers go the fix-it route with time travel aus or canon divergent stories with different or zero meds (here's the ao3 unmedicated Andrew tag). When Andrew is on the problematic medication it’s usually Neil who wants it gone, but sometimes other foxes see it too. We also found aus with unexpected people wanting Andrew off the meds…can you say Tetsuji Moriyama or Fox!Harry Potter? We have a good amount of Andrew’s pov, and fanart that’s like whoa. What I’m saying is, buckle up for a wild ride, rabbits. -A

previous recs:

Andrew’s meds here

‘They All Burn the Same’ here (updated)

‘take two’ here

‘Deals With Devils’ and ‘The Sun Still Rises’ here (both updated)

‘The Sphynx and the Hare’ here (completed)

‘Hope Was A Dangerous, Disquieting Thing’ here (updated)

‘i'd die for you (that's easy to say)’ here

‘California Drifting’ here (updated)

‘Of Ocean Tides’ series here

‘This Is What Hollows’ here (completed)

andrew pov:

‘The Court-Hole Fox’ (completed), ‘Fuck the Game’ series, and ‘oh be cautious, do not stand too near’ series, plus ‘Monster’ and ‘Monster 2.0’ (both updated) here

‘Fold me in your palms’ here

‘Therapy session’ here

‘Odd Eye’ here

‘Stranger To Stay’ here (updated)

‘The Real Thing’ here

‘And we’ll be running’ here

‘One More Time (With Feeling)’ here (updated)

‘we destroy everything we need’ here