#aesthetically and plot

[beaft]

it is legit bizarre to me how hard video game creators and film directors and showrunners try to pretend that fat people don't exist. can you think of the last time you saw a fat person in a lead role? god forbid a fat woman? i can walk down the street or go into a shop or restaurant and see fat people everywhere but then i switch on the tv and suddenly it's like a glimpse into an alternate universe where no one has a bmi over 24. insidious and weird

[theokusgallery]

Little pet project of a human AU

The comic above is from they were 14-15, they're 19-20 here

[djotime-allthetime]

Freaky Redheads

synopsis: interactions between you and fred hechinger at a red carpet event for gladiator ii.

wc: 2.5k+

rpf!!! don't like, don't read!!!

a/n: i love that soft, sweet, adorable man with all of my heart. my inspiration is how fred talks about sherry. the monkey. i'm down bad bro.

italics are supposed to be comments under tiktok clips of these interviews. i definitely have more in mind for these two, but we'll see how this goes. feedback is writer's fuel!

cross posted on AO3

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The flashing cameras and yelling reporters have started to become the new normal, which was so not normal for you. You couldn't believe how far you'd come.

Granted, your role in the movie was definitely more in the supporting cast territory, but you couldn't deny how massive the production was. But even as a supporting actress, you still had quite a bit of screen time as the unnamed favorite concubine to Emperor Caracalla.

The fans who knew you called out your name from behind the velvet ropes and you smiled and waved as you walked by.

"y/n! y/n! Over here!" A reporter called out. You nodded and smiled as you approached, indicating your acceptance of the carpet-side interview. Your agent had warned you that not every journalist might want to speak with you and that you should accept any interview you came by. Thankfully, as the start of your night would show, that wasn't the case.

"Hello!" You beamed, coming to a stop in front of the camera. The reporter greeted you back and handed you a microphone glued to a mini Romanesque column. "Oh, wow. I love the microphone!"

"Thank you," She smiled. With a quick glance at her blouse, you saw a name tag that said 'MTV UK: Claire'. "It was my idea, actually."

"Incredibly creative! They should give you a raise, Claire."

"If you wouldn't mind saying that directly into the camera..." Claire trailed off with a chuckle and a mischievous glint to her eye.

You shot the camera as serious a look as you could muster. "MTV, if you do not give this woman a raise, I will riot in the streets."

"Alright alright, enough of that." Claire laughed out loud with a few shakes of her head. "You look absolutely stunning!"

"Oh, this old thing?" You smiled bashfully, grabbing at your skirt to twirl it around. The styling department had made sure that all the gowns worn during press had some Roman inspiration behind them. The piece you were wearing was off white in color, representing your character's position in society. Even with your character in mind, your dress was still breathtaking. The gown was composed of yards and yards of fabric, giving it this dreamy, flowy silhouette. The neckline was so beautiful, in the cowl style and draped ever so slightly off your shoulders. To say that you loved it would be an understatement. "Thank you very much, you look amazing yourself."

"But you are on a different level!" Claire gasped, no doubt to return the topic to you. Just like you were media trained, the reporters were too. "What was the thought process behind your look tonight?"

Your eyes lit up as this was something you had wanted to talk about. "Well, the styling department and I actually workshopped this look together. Of course we wanted it to be glamorous, this is the red carpet after all. But we also wanted to show the character through the outfits, you know?" She nodded along.

"Right, your character was quite impactful even with the few lines you had." Claire added, and you smiled in thanks.

"Yeah, thank you." You felt your face heat up at the compliment. "We wanted to still be true to her, under all the glitz and glamour. So that's why we went with the understated color, to not only show her position in society but also her demeanor throughout the film."

"But your jewellery is anything but understated." She laughed.

"Yeah, I couldn't help myself." You laughed with her.

"Give us a quick tour."

You were almost dripping in gold, from your head to your toes. "We've got the hair piece." You brought a hand up to show the gold pins connected with chains littering your up-do. "Earrings upon earrings, all hoops." You pulled a strand back to show off your right ear clearly. Some were clip on earrings as you didn't have quite enough piercings to get them all. "The necklaces, of course. Some bracelets, some rings. But I think this cuff on my upper arm is my favorite."

"And these are all borrowed pieces from different brands?"

"Most of them are, yes." You confirmed with a nod. "But some are from my private collection. And some I might steal." You joked, getting a laugh out of Claire.

"Well, you really knocked it out of the park." Claire smiled, a tone of finality in her voice that showed you the interview was coming to a close. "And before we let you go, we've got one question we're asking everyone tonight. I think we can all agree that the cast of this movie is full of beautiful men." You giggled, a bit surprised at the turn in topic. "But people on the internet have separated them into two categories."

"Oh, have they now?" You asked, unaware of what she was talking about.

"Yes, they have. Gen Z has divided them into the brooding brunets and the freaky redheads." She explained, pulling up two little hand held signs. One with Paul Mescal and Pedro Pascal, the brooding brunets, and the other with Joseph Quinn and Fred Hechinger, the freaky redheads.

You couldn't contain the surprised laugh that escaped you at the sight of their little printed faces. "Oh my goodness!"

"So, as the resident Gen Z-er on the cast, who is your pick?"

"Well, I wouldn't say I'm the only representation of Gen Z here." You mused as you grabbed both the signs from Claire. You lifted up the 'freaky redheads' sign and pointed to Fred. "My friend is right there with me in the Gen Z territory."

"Alright, as the representation of Gen Z women, which team is more your style?" Claire asked as you studied the signs. "People are saying they went into the movie for the brunets and came out converted to team redheads."

"That's actually really funny," You chuckled as you looked down at both signs. "This is hard." You mumbled. A small smirk found itself on your lips as you thought of Fred seeing this clip later. Someone no doubt showing it to him, as he wouldn't find it on his own. "I feel like- yeah." You nodded with determination. "I'm gonna have to go with Fred- I'm going with team freaky redheads." You nodded. "I think it would be treacherous otherwise."

"Good choice. You'd break Emperor Caracalla's heart."

"And then he'd have my head." You laughed, stepping back. "Thank you for your great questions."

"Thank you for your time." Claire waved as you walked away. "We're gonna have a tally going throughout the night, and we'll see who wins. Team brooding brunets, or team freaky redheads." You heard her say to the camera as you moved further down the carpet.

'She looks so pretty!!'

'i love the thought process behind the outfit, you can tell she really loved her character'

'the reporter asked y/n if she prefers lucius and acacius or geta and caracalla and this girl really said FRED 💀'

'i love seeing new faces in hollywood, give young new actors a chance!!' ↳ 'right?? im so sick of them recycling the same actors for every big budget movie'

'she mentioned fred, not caracalla, twice, unprompted. i see you, y/n. you're just like us.' ↳ 'have you seen his interviews? he's literally the cutest i cant blame her 🥺'

A few steps down, another reporter flagged you down. This time, the questions were more centered around the acting itself.

"And was it difficult? In a previous interview, you've said that your character's growth was significant, but she had almost no lines in the movie."

"Yeah, I think in the final cut she only has... three lines?" You winced, looking upwards as you tried to recall what was and wasn't cut. "Though I'm not sure."

"So there were scenes where she could've said more?"

"Oh yeah, for sure! There was a lot of experimentation with my character throughout filming. Ridley's a genius and he was kind enough to truly take in my suggestions. There were times where I felt like she would actually stay quiet during a scene, whereas other times I felt like she would speak up. But yeah," You breathed in and furrowed your brows in thought as you tried to focus your answer back to the original question. "It was definitely a challenge. I had to really work on my micro-expressions. Lots of research, lots of practice. And lots of trust, too. With a character like mine, I really relied on Fr- on my fellow actors in those scenes. So yeah, definitely challenging. But who doesn’t love a good challenge?"

"And did you take any inspiration from other people's work? Any source material that helped you out as you built your character?"

"Of course!" You smiled, a hint of humor in your tone as you thought of your response. "Yeah, I did. Actually, one of the biggest inspirations for my role, believe it or not, was Ferb. From 'Phineas and Ferb'."

"The- The children's show?" The interviewer questioned with a grin.

"Yeah, Ridley thought it was brilliant!" You laughed. "We watched compilations of Ferb scenes on youtube together. And I know that Fred- Fred Hechinger, who plays Emperor Caracalla-, he also brought up Sid Vicious with Ridley, as well as other sources like that. Sir Ridley Scott has great taste, there's no denying that."

'ferb as inspiration for a movie like this,,, gen z in the film industry really are the gift that keeps on giving'

'im just imagining y/n and ridley scott curled up on the couch watching phineas and ferb reruns. that man is 86 years old. this is brilliant.'

'bro didn't even have to say anything and y/n still brought up fred 💀'

'the gen z cast members making ridley scott watch cartoons is sending me'

'not her pretending she didn't mean to say fred when she talked about trust, we all heard you y/n'

Unbeknownst to you, Fred's interviews were going much like yours, only a few feet behind you on the carpet.

"You look amazing today!" Claire, the same reporter you spoke to, told Fred during his first interview on the carpet.

"Thank you, thank you." He replied bashfully as he tried to subtly look around for you, but he couldn't see you just yet. "Everyone looks so great, everyone."

She asked him a few questions and then came time for her ending segment.

"Alright, to close off, we've got a little game here."

"A game?" Fred smiled with raised brows. "I love games." He said softly, not realizing that the microphone would pick it up.

"Yes, a quick one. You just have to choose between team brooding brunets and team freaky redheads. We've asking everyone to join."

"Woah!" Fred exclaimed as he received the signs. "That's me." He pointed out his own face in the picture of him and Joseph. "What are we basing our choice on here?"

"Well, the internet is battling on who is more attractive."

"Oh my god." Fred chortled, not expecting that answer. "Who's played the game?" He asked, still examining the hand held signs.

"As of now, we've spoken to Joseph Quinn, Connie Nielsen, and y/n l/n." Claire recounted.

Fred's eyes lit up and his cheeks reddened at the mention of your name. "And what's the- what's the consensus so far?"

"It's two to one. Can you guess who's in the lead?" Claire asked.

"Let me think... Well, Joseph -my brother-, he definitely voted for us." He pondered aloud as he counted the votes off on his fingers. "Connie... I think Connie went for team brunets. I mean, it's her husband. She's gotta." He grinned when it came to you. "y/n chose me, right? We're in the lead?"

"Yeah, you're right on all counts! You really know your cast members." Claire laughed. "y/n didn't want to anger Emperor Caracalla."

"Oh, she couldn't. I’ve got too much of a soft spot for her." Fred shook his head emphatically.

"So, are you keeping team redheads in the lead? Or will you give us a tie?"

"No, I'm going team redheads!" Fred exclaimed. "I'm not helping out my competition, no way!"

'this man has bewitched me with his beautiful eyes and calming demeanor'

'he always calls joe his brother im CRYINGGG'

'did you see his face when they mention y/n, this man can't hide his crush for the life of him 🥺' ↳ 'neither can she lol'

'what do yall know about fred hechinger 🗣️🗣️🗣️'

'fred immediately knowing that y/n chose him, kill me right now.' ↳ 'mind you the choice was caracalla. she still said 'fred' and he said 'me'. can they be more obvious?'

'the way this man said 'i love games' protect him at all costs'

‘he said ‘i’ve got a soft spot for her’ is this the year of men yearning?’ ↳ ‘it’s just the paul mescal effect’

It was during his next interview that he saw you. He was talking about his experience building the character of Emperor Caracalla with Sir Ridley Scott as well as Joseph Quinn when he finally caught sight of you. You had spent a bit longer with a specific reporter down the carpet, causing Fred to catch up to you. 

“Of course, y/n was a great help as well.” He smiled, reaching over to brush against your elbow to catch your attention. At the perfect time, too, because you had just finished talking to the reporter in front of you.

“Oh, Fred!” You beamed, coming over to give him a hug. 

“Look at you.” Fred spoke against your shoulder. He pulled away from the hug and brought you into his side in front of the camera, almost like he was showing you off. “Look at her, isn’t she stunning.”

“Stop it,” you rolled your eyes as you tried your best not to show how his compliment affected you. “I’m sorry for interrupting, I just had to say hello.”

“No worries,” the reporter reassured you. “Fred was actually saying how you helped with the building of his character.”

“Yeah, we worked really closely during pre-production actually.” You nodded, acutely aware of Fred’s hands on you. He had one hand casually tucked into his pocket while his other arm draped across your waist, his hand resting against your hip. “My character was almost like Caracalla’s sidekick, so the motives for all her actions are really based around him.”

“I’d argue that she was more of a mirror, actually.” You turned to look at Fred, never passing up an opportunity to hear his view on these things. “She’s the complete opposite of Caracalla, but in a way she represents who he truly is under all the pressure of being in Geta’s shadow.”

“And under all the syphilis, of course.” You added, causing Fred to giggle.

“Yeah, and under the syphilis.”

‘he seems like such a sweet guy 🥺’

‘did you see his face when he saw her???  😫😫😫 theyre in love, your honor’

‘him showing her off like that is peak soft boyfriend behavior’

‘they just called me single in seven different languages’

‘his laugh is actually so cute, who is this man and why am i in love with him? 😍’ ↳ 'get in line' ↳'behind y/n, you mean?'

‘the way he’s touching her???? im just gonna go take a nap in front of an oncoming train’

‘im calling it, new hollywood it couple’

‘look at how he looks at her!!! may this love find me 🙏’

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

From this poll, this series is born!

a/n: this is changing the dragons from not just mount, but to being able to shift into a human-like form at will...

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・In his dragon form, The Cannibal is larger than Vermithor, and three times nastier as well.

・With fire that breathed green, he seemed like an otherwordly creature to the people of Westeros.

・Once he was claimed, many came to see The Cannibal 'up close.' Crowds would form whenever you went flying; a sight that so many would tell their children, and their childrens children and so on.

・With sharp black horns that curled and protruded from the dragons head, he was terrifying.

・And you loved him.

・Many asked how you 'tamed' him. But that ... wasn't how it happened.

・Unlike many throughout history; he found you.

・And when he came snout to face with you, you did not balk. For dragons were your family's legacy. If you died by his flame, then so be it.

・The Cannibal sensed that.

・Maybe it was bravery. Maybe it was stupidity. Maybe it was the fact that you felt so alone that you did not care what may have happened.

・Your relationship with the Cannibal was different to other dragonriders and their mounts.

・You never chained him up and put him in the dragon pit.

・You gave him free range of the world. Just because you were tethered together did not mean that you owned him.

・For he was far older and experienced than you could ever be.

・The first time you saw your mount transform, you thought it was a dream. One wickedly wonderful dream.

・In his half form, he towers over you at 7.5 feet tall. With long onyx coloured hair partly braided, two glowing green eyes, pointed ears and a face so ... handsome yet scarred, menacing and well honestly a little terrifying. He looked like a death promise to those who look him in the eye.

・Some of his teeth are sharp as well, and he challenges anyone who looks in your direction.

・He's completely attached to you, because why else would he want to be around other people, other beings?

・His name? He was happy with being called Cannibal - but you told him he couldn't be out in society with it. So his 'human' name is: Vorzhul.

・The Cannibal/Vorzhul is very wary of others; as his time has been spent alone. He doesn't know how to converse with others without coming off as ... slightly crazy.

・That's one of the reasons why he becomes so attached to you. Not only because you are his bonded rider, but because he feels like his walls can come down.

・He can be quite funny at times -

・Particularly when he mind-speaks during something important.

・When you're feeling down, he reminds you that: "I'm eternally yours."

・So now you never feel lonely. Or that the world is against you. Because someone always has your back. No matter what you say or do.

・The knowledge that certain dragons can shift, is only known by certain people. High ranking people. Ones who have blood sworn not to tell another soul.

・One maester, your parents and the Hand of the King.

・Marriage is a difficult subject.

・Some shifters will allow their bonded to marry another. But not yours.

・Even if it is tried, he will turn into dragon form and eat those who come to marry you. And their families.

・So it is either, he marries you or a war will break out.

・When he's in his hybrid form, Vorzhul is able to understand English and High Valyrian. With some people he pretends not to know English and lets them talk shit until he responds.

・They usually excuse themselves (basically running away)

・When he's in his dragon form, he'll only take commands in High Valyrian though, just like every other dragon.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

No Social Skills (The Cannibal/Vorzhul) x No Social Skills Either, That's Why We're Bonded (You)

Undying Loyalty x2

"Think they'll try us?" x "Fuck I hope so."

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Found Family

Intertwined Destinies

Legacy and Legend

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys

I Need You by James Newton Howard

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・As you would think, he is completely dominant in bed. Rough; hands gripping you tight against him, teeth sinking into your skin without a second thought.

・His tongue decided it liked the taste of your skin, and started moving further and further downward. And then he pushed your legs apart and devoured you until you came three times ... in a row.

・His animalistic nature could not hold off when he was with you - the suppleness of your skin, the way you trembled underneath his grasp.

・He laughed when you finally wrestled to sit on top of him, only for him to buck you off and roll you onto your back:

"You will have to try better than that little one."

・He felt primal around you.

・Like a peace he never had, had finally found him.

・And sex was more than pleasure; it was about connecting with you. Becoming one with you.

"Just let it stay in a little longer ñuha jorrāeliarzy (my beloved)"

You whispered back, "elilla (honey), you are too big, and it hurts."

He huffed and with a frown, slowly slid himself out of you.

"Are you pouting!"

"No."

"You are!"

"No I am not!"

[cheerfullycatholic]

I am on my knees BEGGING authors to stop promoting their books with tropes or what stories they based theirs off of. I don't care that your story is like a mashup of Aladdin and The Mummy I don't care that the love interest is a morally grey character, WHAT IS THE PLOT

[motherearthlovesus]

staying at theo nott’s over the summer

you’ve been staying at theo’s parents’ estate over the summer holidays for a few weeks now, it’s a huge house with not enough people to fill it. you don’t mind though since it gives you plenty of peace and privacy with your boyfriend. you knew he was rich but you had never known how rich until you arrived here. everyday had been almost the exact same routine, not that it bothered you. this was the most relaxed you’d been all year. the mornings were quiet and often spent picking fruit in their orchard or picking out the days book & matching bikini. his parents were gone most of the time, leaving theo cocky enough to try and fuck you in every corner of the house, inside and out. the tennis court, the pool, the couch, the sauna, the kitchen, the terrace, the garden and the kitchen. while you admired his (constant) efforts, all you could really muster up the energy to do was sunbathe by the pool with pansy. it was supposed to be your holiday too after all. the italian sun was giving you a gorgeous golden glow that made theo drool all over his dinner each night- which, luckily, his parents were too self-absorbed to ever notice. most nights after dessert you and theo go out to the pool house, where pansy and draco were staying, to share a joint or two. you giggle and laugh for hours into the night with smoke hanging thickly in the still summer air, until theo starts to see your red eyes droop - that’s when he knows it’s time to call it a night. he walks with you, hand in hand, up to the bedroom you’ve been sharing. he tucks you in, kisses you on the forehead and walks to the bathroom to brush his teeth before bed. as he turns the tap on, the sound of steadily flowing water sends you off to a peaceful sleep, content to do it all again tomorrow.

🌞🍸🍊🌊 (moodboard link)

[starbiology]

when the rulers all showed up in the plot figured itd be fun to sketch portraits!

and then had to add my thoughts on them

[yunogf]

"Smoke & Mirrors" (1957) starring Jaehyun Jeong dir. Alfred Hitchcock

[riverphoenixsgothwife]

old livejournal icon i found

[blissfullyunawares]

✨ reblog if you want some aesthetic setting moodboards for your writing inspiration ✨

[beez-blogs24]

I keep saying it gets better but it doesn’t

[girlblogera]

Richard Papen is the definition of do it for the plot

[paperultra]

the liminal space.

Pairing: OPLA!Roronoa Zoro x Reader Word Count: 1,575 words Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol use [A/N: written with the cooper!reader from mise en rose in mind. i don't know where in the timeline this occurs, though. lol.]

cingulomania (noun): a strong desire to hold a person in your arms

Living in close quarters can really change how you see a person.

Roronoa Zoro, for instance, had always struck you as rather aloof, having traveled alone for some time before you joined him, and unused to physical affection. He never gave any indication that he was one to enjoy it, and he never sought it out from anyone. That certainly wasn’t odd. You respected his tendency towards personal space, subsequently believing that it extended to his sleeping habits as well.

So when you wake up, hardly able to breathe underneath the hulking mass of a snoring swordsman, you are more surprised than anything.

“Zoro,” you wheeze, patting his back with the hand that isn’t crushed between his chest and yours. Nothing happens, so you swat harder. “Zoro. You’re crushing me.”

His arms squeeze around you as he stirs, inhaling sharply next to your ear. You stop moving as he lifts his head and opens his eyes just wide enough to register you beneath him.

He pauses.

Good morning, sunshine is what you want to say in a cheeky tone. You want to prove that you’re unaffected by the warmth of his body pressing yours into the mattress, the sensation of his breath across your cheekbone and the way his gaze transitions from something bleary into something sharp.

The greeting refuses to leave your mouth. All you can do is blink.

The next thing you know, Zoro’s rolling off of you and out of bed with nary an apology, mumbling something about going to the bathroom.

You hum distantly in response and stare up at the ceiling as he shuffles to the door. Once he closes it behind him, you reach up and fold your hands over your eyes, cheeks hot.

Great.

—

It all started because you and Zoro could only afford a single bed at the inn.

(You use the term “afford” loosely here. The truth of the matter is that you grossly underestimated how much a room would cost, and the owner of the one place willing to lend you a room for half the usual rate demanded physical labor to make up for the rest. Given that Zoro would be spending most of his time hunting down a bounty, the majority of the unpaid labor fell on your shoulders.)

(But you digress.)

The room is small and bare, which is fine, because you and Zoro don’t have much between the two of you anyway. The only problem is that there is only one bed. Zoro had expressed no qualms about sharing so long as you didn’t disturb his sleep, and you had readily agreed, not wanting either of you to sleep on the floor.

After the first morning, you’re not sure if that was a lapse of judgement on your part or not.

Zoro doesn’t mention it at all before he leaves for the day, and you don’t, either. However, when he comes back in the middle of the night and you’re already in bed, squinting and shielding yourself from the bright hallway light as he takes his slippers off and walks in, he sits on the carpet just a few feet away from your side.

“What are you doing?�� you ask as he proceeds to lay down.

“Sleeping.”

He closes his eyes and folds his arms behind his head. You frown.

“Why aren’t you sleeping up here?” No answer. You lift your head from your pillow, indignant. “Hey, don’t ignore me! I know you’re still awake.”

“I’ve had a long day,” he grumbles, “so I’d like some quiet so I can sleep. Thanks.”

You huff.

The thought that Zoro might actually be just as embarrassed flits briefly through your mind, but you extinguish it just as quickly. He’s never seemed like the kind of guy to be self-conscious about those kinds of things. A more likely reason is that he’s decided that he wants his own separate space after all and can’t be bothered to kick you off the bed.

So, you kick yourself off instead.

“What are you doing?” The phrase now comes from Zoro as you throw the covers off and grab your pillow, kneeling on the ground beside him. His eyes open and his brow furrows.

“Take the bed. I feel guilty.”

“I don’t want the bed.”

“Everybody wants the bed.” You lie down on the carpet and cross your arms over your chest, stubborn. “I’ve already slept in it. Now it’s your turn.”

“You’re an idiot,” Zoro says.

Neither of you budge.

The next morning, you decide that the first morning was in fact not a fluke, as you awake with your face smushed against his chest and the smell of steel in your nose once again. He’s not on top of you, at least, but the way he clutches you while you’re lying on your side, one ankle hooked over yours, is somehow ten times more mortifying. You wake him up in the midst of untangling yourself and pretend like nothing happened.

Who’s the idiot now? (The answer is both of you. Both of you are idiots.)

—

The third night, you and Zoro flop onto the hard mattress with twin groans, heads spinning and feeling overall miserable.

“That was the shittiest booze I’ve ever had,” Zoro slurs next to you, face down in his pillow.

“But you got a lead, right?” you mumble.

“Yeah …”

You had been there in the bar when he’d gotten that lead, but you can’t remember what it was for the life of you. Another inn? Another bar? Ugh, you’re never drinking there again.

“I’m cold.”

There are blankets on the bed. Unfortunately, getting underneath them would require a lot of moving, and you are physically incapable of exerting yourself that much right now.

You shiver and turn onto your side to curl up. You’ll fall asleep at some point, anyway.

Zoro murmurs your name.

“Hm,” you groan, eyes screwed shut.

He doesn’t say anything in reply. But you hear the mattress squeak, the bedsheets rustle as he shifts closer, and your breath catches when the small distance between you closes. He does not wrap his arms around you, no, but your knees touch, and the heat from his skin melds into yours. You hear his breathing slow to a crawl.

Through your drunken haze breaks through a sudden need to draw him into you, to tuck your face into his neck and keep it there forever. You want – you want. But you’re exhausted, and your head aches, so you find yourself slipping into a deep slumber instead.

He’s already gone when you wake up.

—

A suspiciously lumpy gunnysack in the corner of the room catches your eye once you enter, hand over your mouth to stifle a yawn.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Eight million beri,” Zoro says from his seat on the bed. Cleaning supplies for his swords are strewn around him, and he sheathes the Wado Ichimonji as you close the door. “I ran into another bounty on the way back.”

“Eight mill –” You clear your throat. “Wow. That was pretty lucky.” Eight million beri. Sometimes you wonder if you’ll ever get used to how much bounty hunters can make. (God, that would’ve been more than enough to pay for the room.) “We’re heading out to a marine base tomorrow morning, then?”

“That’s the plan.”

He puts away his supplies, setting them and his swords against the wall near his pillow before standing up to pull down the sheets on his side. You turn off the bedside lamp and do the same, crawling in with a sigh.

The two of you simply lie side-by-side until you decide to break the silence with your big mouth again.

“Am I a burden to you?” you ask.

“No.” The plainness of Zoro’s tone is a small comfort, you suppose. “Why are you asking?”

“Well …” You already regret bringing this topic up as you trail off, biting your bottom lip. “I feel like I haven’t really done much. I mean, I help with navigating and searching crowds and stuff, and I’ve been getting better at fighting, but I can’t help you, you know?” You fiddle with your fingers. “You don’t actually need me.”

There’s a gap between you and Zoro that you’ll likely never be able to close. You had always known that, and so had Zoro; in fact, he had told you at the start that going with him was a bad idea, given your inexperience in bounty hunting and traveling in general. And although you’d like to think that your ability to read a map and fix things convinced him of your usefulness, there are times when you think Zoro regrets bringing you along. Like now.

Zoro grunts, turning to lay on his back. His shoulder nearly lands on your hands, and you draw them to yourself as you wait for his answer.

It is brief and straightforward.

“I’m not forcing you to go with me,” he says. “And if you were a burden, I would’ve told you a long time ago.”

“Oh.”

It is brief and straightforward, and yet, there’s a strange lump in your throat. You swallow it and nod, even though he cannot see you do so.

Nothing more is said. However, as the night goes on, you reach out, and you find him, and Zoro finds you, and the space between your arms fills up with warmth and an unspoken promise. And you sleep very well.

[fashionteahouse]

out of your league - paul x reader

AN: the last nine parts has gotten so much love :o and i want to kiss all you guys’ foreheads 💜 thank you so much! <<prev >>next

It was so hot. Blinking the tiredness away, you pull back your smushed face and lips from his bare chest. Legs are somehow entangled with his arms around you under your arms.

Sliding down, you move some covers out of the way and go use the bathroom. Sam and Emily are whispering to each other in the kitchen so you take small calculated steps into the bathroom.

Spitting out the toothpaste, you thought about everything that happened the night before. For some reason, you just wanted to do nothing more than to take your feelings out on making something.

You throw on comfortable clothing, nothing too much since the weather was pleasant, you take a small sketch book of yours with a pencil and you took your time walking towards the beach. Your steps were lazy, letting your eyes be distracted by what was happening in your surroundings.

Instead of immediately sitting down, you decide to walk along the beach. With the lazy steps, you had some sort of peace. In your mind at least. Life still happened in front of you, but it was just different people who were spending time with the people that they came with. Chirps of faint laughter and chatters of conversation, flowed through the atmosphere.

You sat on a rock. Peering over the water. You pull out and just sketch without direction. No rush, just wanting to see where your hand will guide you to. The world around you was tuned out, watching the dark streaks mark the semi thick paper.

For some reason, your mind went to Paul. You shook your head, trying not to have any feelings. You didn't know if you were ready to have that conversation with him. Afraid that you'll find out something that you didn't want to know.

You feel a nudge on your foot and tear your eyes away from your task and look down. You see a ball and a guy is jogging but stops and holds his hand out, wanting you to throw it back to him. You put the pencil between the crack of the book, scooping the ball with your free hand and you try to throw it as hard as you can but it was a bad throw. It barely went to him. He smiles and continues to jog over.

You stand and he chuckles as he scoops the ball and takes a look at you. "Sorry." you say sheepishly to him. He shakes his head, a grin still present on his face, "It's alright." He then flickers his eyes down to the book you're holding and he raises his eyebrows, "Drawing over there."

You nod. He nods as well. "Wanna join us?" he takes his thumb, pointing behind him where a couple of people were chatting among themselves in a carefree manner. You take your lip into your mouth, trying to make a decision, you don't want to seem rude. "I don't think you would want me on your team, I'll make you lose." you say.

He grins some more and looks down and fiddles with the ball, "If you're on my team, you'll win because I'm the best player. I'll take you under my wing."

You follow him, he asks for your name, you tell him and then he tells you his. His friends didn't mind that you joined, even telling you to put your book down safely with their things. Time went past as you spent your time with them. The guy who put you on his team, didn't lie. He did win. You laugh as the others playfully groan and his team boasting all about.

Your eyes stray over and you see Paul. Your heart jumps, totally not expecting to see him there. Or at all. You separate yourself and pick your item up and slowly walk over to him. He just patiently watches you as you move in closer.

With possession, he pulls you by your waist, your arms immediately around his neck. His mouth rests on your neck as your swayed with him. He lifts up after some time and looks over. "Who are they?" he asks with genuine curiosity.

"I don't know." you say and look down and chuckle. You then look over and see the guy who you were playing with, had a sad expression as he saw that you were with someone. He looks down from your eyes, turns his head and joins his friends and you look down.

Paul tugs you and you're walking with him. His arm around your waist, making sure that you're close. You don't say anything. You don't actually know what to say. You just focus on your breathing, the count of your steps, and the path in front of you.

You don't say anything. You didn't know what to say. You choose to let your eyes wander and listen to the sound of life around. Paul couldn't take the silence. He was expecting you to say something, so he waited. He couldn't anymore.

"How come you left this morning?" he asks to fill the air with spoken words.

You look at him, to see what his face looked like, he was staring back at you, wanting you to answer at the drop of a dime. It made you trip over your words.

"I..I just wanted to take a stroll." you say quietly and step away and cross your arms.

He's still looking at you but the look of his face showed he didn't like the answer. You didn't know why.

"What?" you ask while still keeping your eyes on him.

"When are we going to talk about last night?" he asks, almost frustrated that you weren't on the same page.

"Paul," you say as you step back and sigh and look away as you shake your head.

"You never want to talk to me." He says and raises his arms up, and sighs.

"I don't want to butt heads." you tell him with no energy.

"How?" he asks, his voice rising a bit.

"I don't want to talk about it here." you say, matching his frustrations.

"Well, when are we going to talk about it? Huh? You want to talk later, or "not right now". When, Y/N, when?" he says, putting a touch of bass in his voice.

You shake your head, scowling a bit, "I don't have time for this." you tell him and walk away.

"Walk away, like you do best." He throws at you, making you turn around, not sorry at all for the statement. Challenging you with a look, eyes looking up and down and up again with dominance.

You throw him a mean look, "I walk away, but at least I don't lie." you say and continue to walk.

He calls your name. You don't answer. He calls it much louder, not failing to put an authoritative stain on it.

You look at him.

"What did I lie about?" he says with such grit, getting close to you, too fast.

You move your head to the side, chuckle with no humor, "Not right now. I'm not going there."

"Well, I'm already there. So..what? Tell me. What did I lie about?" his eyes filled to the brim with intensiveness, his body having a faint blur of shakes.

Your mix of feelings are threatening to spill over, but you didn't want to show it in public. Your fury eyes are seeking elsewhere when he's trying to find your eyes.

You suck in some air and shake your head. You're not showing out, not right now, you just simply refused to. He was making it hard, not even trying to be patient. He wasn't shutting up without an answer. He just simply refused to.

"Paul." you hear Sam's voice. Paul looks up, not changing his facial expression of belligerence. You turn your head around to see Sam having a panicked look on his face.

"What." Paul says with malice.

"Y/N, you should step back. Emily wants to see you." Sam says to you. Willing to not have to deal any more than what was in your way, you go to make your steps in the direction of the house, but your arm is stagnant by Paul.

"Don't think that this is the end of this." he tells you.

You snatch your arm back and make your way to the house hearing Paul's voice faintly say, "Fuck off, I'm not going to shift with her right there."

You push the front door open and find Emily with her arms folded, holding her elbows, she gives you a smile but it's not cheerful.

"Hey, Emily." you say carefully, not knowing the vibe of the situation just yet.

"Hey." she says quietly. You're a bit worried and concerned. "Is everything alright?" you ask her, moving in close.

"I don't know," she says in a surprisingly sad voice, you place a hand on her arm, "I feel like this is all my fault." she says and looks down.

"Your fault? What do you mean?"

She shakes her head, "Kim told me that she saw some sketches in his room but I didn't say anything."

Your stomach drops and you ask quietly, "Wait, why was she in his room?"

"I folded his clean clothes and asked her to put them in his top drawer."

Of course, she snooped.

You rub the hand that's on her arm. "It's not your fault. You were just in the middle of a messed up situation." you tell her.

"I don't want you two to fall apart because of this. I'm sure something can be worked out." she says.

You nod with her in agreement.

You sit in the small rolling chair that's in Paul's chair. He didn't come back with Sam. Sam took over the consoling, telling you that Paul went to calm down. You sat and thought about how to not break into another argument.

The door swinging open scared you, making you jump in the chair. Paul closes the door hard, not slam, but still hard and sits on the edge of the bed. His eyes aren't as furious as earlier but they are still overruled with ferocity.

"Let me see the book." you form on your lips. You sat and challenged him.

His hard eyes lock on yours for some time, before getting up, going to the same spot where it fell from, and he hands it to you. You slowly pull it out of his hands, your hands are now producing sweat.

You open the first pages. You remember what they looked like, but it still surprised you. You took a breath as you turned more pages. You didn't know if you were, but you stared at the new illustrations of a figure that looked a lot like yourself, in passionate fornicating acts. You take the last bit of piles of the book between your fingers and flip through the rest of the pages quickly. The others weren't bad, just recaps of the days that you spent with him.

With the book closed, you set it in your laps, staring at the cover.

"Why did you hide this from me?" you ask, barely hearing yourself.

"Privacy." he just says.

"Are they of me?" you ask to make sure. You were 99% sure of the answer.

"Yes."

You nod and look down. He slides it off of your lap and puts it back.

"We've been around each other. At school, around the neighborhood, for years. Why the sudden interest now?" you ask. He sighs to himself and leans forward on his knees.

"It wasn't just a sudden interest. You just seemed stand offish." he says.

You touch the fingers on both hands together as you think. You just didn't want to be in the way of something that didn't fit in line with what you had going on.

The thought makes you chuckle softly, you lift your eyes to meet his, he still never took them off of you. "I always thought..." you trail off.

"You thought what?" he asks.

"That you were a bit out of my league." you confess to him. It was true. You weren't blind, the way that he carried himself, the way people kissed up to him, you didn't think you were a part of that. He ran in a different crowd. You were okay with that.

He stands up and he's in front of you. He pulls you up to him and you're very close to him. "Why would you think that? Do you even hear yourself?" the questions are brushed along your ear with his lips.

You shrug as your body shivers lightly against him. He searches your face to see if he can find his answer there.

"Stop letting this lead you." he says, poking the side of your head, the way he does it is effortlessly affectionate.

He leans down and places his lips on an area where your heart lies in your chest, he places an open mouth kiss on it. Your breath hitches. He lifts his head up and looks into your eyes some more. He leans forward as kisses an open mouth kiss on the part that meets your jaw, this simple movement makes you jolt a bit. He's closely watching your movements, remembering that your lips are there. It was sweet at first, leaning back, continuously placing his lips to yours.

He glued his lips to you once more, moving back and sitting on the bed, you on him, not even disconnecting. Your knees are beside him, deeply exploring each other's mouths. A familiar ache below starts to pound and caress your tongue with his that makes him feel you with his hand. His hand was greedy, touching your wet underwear, then digging in them to feel the bareness of you. You hear a grunt, before you could respond or process, Paul is in front of you yanking your underwear off. Before you could stop him, you're connected to his mouth like a puzzle. Feeling you with his tongue, you're arching your body to him, bodily waves movements against his mouth are made, your grip is blindly on his hair and strong arms, and his hands bringing you closer to him. It made you cover one hand over your mouth. Sounds got leaked out through the overwhelmed stimulation, but by your heavy breathing, it was all worth it.

"Are you sure you can't sneak off to come with?" you whisper to him, your arms tight around his neck.

"You know if I could, I would." he whispers back.

"Come, on she can't miss her flight." Sam says.

Paul held onto you like you were his security blanket. You pull back and take your bag. Paul cups your face and continue to gift you his lips on yours. After some time, Sam says, "She's not going off to war. It's only 2 days."

"Too long." Paul says and gives him a stare of nothing but attitude.

Promises to call and keep in touch with him was of course made. You both didn't want to let each other go, waiting until the last minute until it was time to go inside the airport to leave. To leave Paul. He didn't know what he was going to do for the time that you were gone. To him, when things seem to get better between you two, something makes you both veer away from each other for whatever circumstance.

While you were gone, Paul barely got sleep. He patrolled more often, especially with news of “animal attacks.” The thing he looked forward to was you being there when got back. The first night of coming back, he forgot that you weren’t there. He didn’t even want to lay down in bed. He moped but he still fulfilled his duties. You made him forget the realities of having to devote his life to shift shaping.

Sleep was absent for you as well. Mostly due to nerves but your mind was still stuck on Paul. The praise you have gotten for your work was the shine of the trip. They actually wanted you to stay. But you had to get back. You kept them as contacts for in the future. Someone asked you for a commission for a good, big price. You traveled back home feeling good.

The day that you came back, was the night of Jared’s party. Jared begged you. Called you, himself to beg you to go. Hearing him rack all of the reasons why, he finally agreed. You told him you would meet everybody there, you wanted to go back to your own house.

It took a lot of persuasion from Sam to let him throw a get together. A lot of claims of being able to handle his phasing. You at least got to be around humans.

Hugging the wall, you observe as people move about and socialize. You couldn’t help but think about how you used to be like them. Totally oblivious to what lurks in the shadows of reality. Carefree with only natural problems to think about.

You decide to move out onto Jared’s backyard patio, finding Paul sitting at one of the chairs, livening up the conversation. He immediately catches sight of you and you’re propped comfortably on his lap and his arm around your waist. He doesn’t stop kissing you for a good minute. The public display of affection was every displayed. Everybody by that time knew you were his. You tried your best to hear and engage in conversation.

Piercing eyes that were covered with covetousness took you by surprise. The girl displaying such emotion didn’t try to hide it or make discreet. She wanted it to be known. With her completely staring you down, you decide to wave. She doesn’t wave back. You shrug and lean back on Paul. You tried to be friendly either way.

Offering to get him a drink, you held two plastic cups in your hands. Someone caught your attention and you give into the conversation for a bit. You see Paul and the girl come in from outside and as she’s walking past your eyesight, she’s smirking and tries to be discreet with touching her lips with her fingers. She was trying to get under your skin.

Paul goes in the direction of the bathroom so you move into the direction of the patio, taking your steps carefully. You feel a push. You stumble forward, catch your fall, but the drinks slosh out of the cups and onto the floor. You turn around to see the same set of eyes you seen out on the patio.

“What’s your problem?” you ask her sharply.

“You. Stay away from him.” she answers just as sharp as she takes a step forward.

You rumble a chuckle in your chest, not taking what she’s saying seriously. “And if I don’t?” you contest.

She pushed you again and you take the cup that has a last bit of liquid and throw it on her. Looking down at her ruined top, she looks at you with rage. She goes to swing but you step back, causing her to miss.

“Just like the others, he will get bored of you and beg to be back in my bed.” she snarled out with a grin that contained no type of kind nature.

With her guard down, you mush her face hard, causing her to stumble back. She lunges for you but Jared grabs her and steer her away. She’s insisting to let her go but he refused. Taming her like a wild animal.

“You’re not fighting in here. If you mess up my shit, you’re paying for every penny.” he tells her.

You turn to walk back out the patio, Paul coming out asking what happened.

“I didn’t know you had so many fans.” you say sarcastically and gesture towards the girl Jared is now telling to leave.

You tell him all what happened and he sits and groaned to himself and shake his head.

“She’s nothing.”

You look away.

“Do you want to leave?” he asks.

“You can stay. I’ll take myself home.” You say and squeeze his arm as you walk past but he catches a grip on yours.

“I’m sorry. I wish you didn’t have to be in that shitty situation.” He says to you and you can tell that he means it.

“Come on.” he says and steers you back into the house from the patio and you two walk side by side.

“I don’t want to keep getting attacked.” you tell him, he makes sure you hear him, “She was just jealous, Y/N. What we have is stronger than to let junk separate us.”

You peel away from him to use the bathroom, finding Kim in the hallway, you groan to yourself.

You turn back around and you hear her voice, “You went out of town and didn’t tell me.”

You ignore her, continuing to walk down the hall to find the stairs. That doesn’t stop her from following you, “You’re letting every thing get to your head.”

“You’re so weird! I want nothing to do with you.”

“Picking a guy over your friend?”

“You’re not my friend! Friends don’t lie, or manipulate situations or sneak and snoop around other people’s belongings and lie for their own benefit!” you say and she moves closer and you step back warning her, “Kim.”

“I tried to be there for you. You couldn’t even see that! I’m sure if it wasn’t for me saying anything you wouldn’t have went!”

You roll your eyes and walk away. You forgot that since you’re apart of the pack as an imprint, you still had to face that she would be around. You wish she would fly away in a bubble.

Seeing you near the front door, Jared stops both you and Paul.

“Now, don’t tell me you both are leaving to go bang each other’s brains out.” he says.

This makes you crack out a laugh, “I’m just tired, Jared.” You go and hug him.

“I appreciate you coming. Sorry about what happened earlier.”

“It’s okay.” you tell him reassuringly.

As you both are walking back home, Paul couldn’t stop staring at you.

“Guess what?” he asks you in a jolly tone as you’re near Emily and Sam’s house.

“What?” you say with the same enthusiasm.

“Guess.” he says and you sigh playfully, “Um..I don’t know. Just tell me.”

“Okay.” he says and takes forever to say the news and this makes you get up and playfully tap his arm, “Come on spit it out.” you say with a smile.

“I finally have my own place.” he says and you wrap your body on him as he holds you. “I’m so happy for you. Do you feel good?” you say.

“Hell yes.” he says he says into your neck that makes you jolt a bit.

Paul couldn’t wait to show you each room with his arms wide as he circles his new home. He woke you up bright and early, ignoring your fussing about finally getting some sleep. There wasn’t much that was furnished but you both were happy regardless. You spent the day with him to help set his things up and you were happy that he was happy.

He hands you a key and you look down at the metal in your hand, “When are you getting your things?” he asked.

You clutch the key and inspect it, the future of your life really starting, “Oh..I haven’t really thought about that.”

“Well, I have. I can help you tomorrow.” he says as he takes in his home with his eyes once again.

You did the same. You wondered how things would be like when you both share the same roof. Something in your bones told you, you were going to be very happy. Paul’s eyes told you that you were going to be very happy.

[angel-babydoll-blogx]

i feel like im going insane 🐰

[abbyfmc]

Yandere story idea #20(+18)

Yandere ex vs Yandere husband x female reader:

Your yandere fiancé becomes your yandere husband, and both you and he are very happy together. This makes your yandere ex FURIOUS, which your yandere husband notices and not only gives him a stern warning, but mocks him behind your back; to the point that when you and your yandere husband have sex, he moans very loudly on purpose. He also makes sure that your yandere ex knows how much you enjoy it.