#also ‘you cant ask me not to love you by keeping me at arm’s length. i’ll love you anyway.’ that was a thing said. those were words that
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nyarumie · 3 months ago
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Ruined Flowers, Beautiful Flowers.
hoshina soshiro x f!reader — 3.6k words. Mentions of stabbing, reader had an outburst, attempt at angst, established friendship, extreme fluff at the end because i cant stand making my characters suffer. Not proofread!
Author's Note: It's my first time writing something involving drama, feedbacks are highly appreciated! I tried my best and got carried away with the length. 💔
Author's Reply: A request from anon here. Kinda hit way too close to home when you said reader is afraid of falling in love 😭 (also guys pls send me Narumi stuff too I want to make more content for my guy)
Ask box is open! Also cross-posted on ao3.
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Cheers erupted from your platoon, exhausted strength from the fight seemingly replenished as you dealt the final blow to the Honju once again. Their eyes sparkled with victory, anticipation filling the air as they immediately chatter to plan another celebration for your win. Familiar words of praise reach your ears, but none of them truly reach your heart. What's there to praise about when you're just doing work as expected?
You offer a soft smile to your platoon who is now approaching you, finally engaging yourself in chatter. You were never one for loud occasions, but you have a reputation to keep. They went on about your elegant strikes in battle, your speed and agility that beats even the fastest of lightning, and the reputable “silent, but deadly” strides you have.
“Man, I sure would always keep my distance from our platoon leader! Might get caught up in her Kaiju kill with how silent she attacks, y'know?” one of them joked, a series of awed agreements emerging from the others.
That's right, keep your distance. Getting too close… might just kill anyone.
You close your eyes as you listen, basking in the enthusiasm exuding from your officers. To them, the hushed strides you've perfected in battle is nothing more than a technique. To you, it's just the one thing that keeps your peace, and no one will be able to understand it the way you do.
Except, there's this one person—too persistent for your liking, so much more than your comrades asking you to mentor them. Scratch that, he's not persistent; he's simply way too highly attentive, it scares you just how much about you he already had figured out.
From a distance stands Hoshina Soshiro, the esteemed Vice Captain of the division you belong to. His watchful eyes never miss anything. You fail to ignore his all too familiar peering gaze even as you try to indulge yourself in the antics of your platoon. You don't understand, you never will. Why does he desperately want to unravel you? Closing your eyes really was the best option. That way, you'll avoid making eye contact with him lest he sees through you again, as if he's starting to pick up the puzzle pieces bit by bit. Curiosity getting the best of you, you peeked one eye open to see what he's up to.
Ah, he's now making his way to you. Well, damn him.
Concluding that you have no escape from what's about to come, you sighed and bid your platoon a (short) farewell, leaving them the promise of a celebratory feast tonight. You walked and met him halfway.
Vice Captain Hoshina was already grinning from ear to ear when you neared him, as if he wasn't mentally piercing through your own mind moments ago. You pouted. In an instant, his arm is heavily draped over your shoulder, his other hand playfully ruffling your hair. 
A series of complaints were heard from you, only causing him to let out devilish laughs and made an even more mess of your hair. 
“Vice Captain! It took me almost an hour to fix and style my hair, and we have a celebration to attend later!” you complained, begging him to stop.
“Fine, fine! Ya did another excellent job today. No wonder Captain Ashiro always trusts you a hella bunch.” he said, satisfied with today's operation. “However…” 
And there he goes.
He stood too near you, still hearing clearly enough despite how hushed his voice became. “You're a lot worse today. Still not spillin' the beans? I'm your closest friend here, ya know?”
You looked away from him, finding a car ruined to smithereens apparently far more interesting than whatever this is right now. “Must be your imagination. The Honju just so happened to be tougher today.”
Lie. Today's Honju had a lower fortitude compared to last time. You both know that. And you both know there's no fooling him from what he saw.
You stood atop the Kaiju's corpse after neutralizing it. Back facing everyone, holding your head up high. To the rest of the Division, you were basking in your victory, trying to keep your breath steady after all the action that took place. But there was no fooling Soshiro's eyes.
His keen gaze traveled over your entire figure. Breath ragged, chest heaving as if deprived of oxygen, a clenched grip on your thin, sharp sword forged akin to that of a rapier—in contrast with your lax hand holding your pistol, careful to not fire a shot. You looked like you were in complete agony and exasperation. Soshiro knows that you were heavily sobbing. Silently. Alone. Exactly how you do things your way.
You were only snapped out of your unrest when cheers finally erupted from your platoon. The smile you offer, to a stranger's eyes, is soft and gentle. To him, it's sad—as if it was a struggle for you to smile wide without hesitancy. Your deadly silence in battle wasn't so silent today at all. He can hear it far too well, that each slash of your blade and each shot of your pistol is accompanied with restlessness, each attack heavier than the last.
The Honju has been reported to have no vitals detected, but you kept slashing and shooting, ‘just in case’. Outrageous. You were literally taking out whatever storm is in your head to the Honju's corpse. Not that he minded the Honju, but he cared for you. He is your friend, you can pour your heart and mind out on him instead of a corpse of a monster. Why won't you? Why is the inside of your mind much more different from what you show others? How do you do it?
He doesn't understand. Or maybe he does, but you won't let him in. He wants to be with you, even at your lowest. And he's already failing.
“I see. If the Honju is indeed tougher today,” he started, “then report to me later, Platoon Leader. Post-celebratory report will do. Take it easy for now.” 
Was he upset? He rarely addresses you by your position. You carefully turned your head back to him, afraid that he's finally fed up with your bullshit. You're insufferable. Maybe one day he'll ask you to serve another Division. But instead, you see him grace you with a real, soft smile. It makes you want to cry.
'Take it easy for now.' You wish you could unhear it. You hate how easy his words always go through you. How can you take it easy when you try so hard to not be a burden? You don't want him to know any more than he already does.
“...I've no need for rest. But thank you.” You finally feel the tiredness creeping its way through your system.
Post-neutralization banquets are rare, happening annually at most. Somehow, your platoon members managed to smooth talk their way in securing an approval for tonight's celebration. For what, you don't know.
Everyone had their eyes on you when you entered the hall, bright smiles and expectant faces greeting you. This unnerved you, knowing full well what they're requesting with their doe, puppy eyes.
“Ahem. If you're expecting a heartwarming speech, I'm not the person for the job. You all should wait for the Vice Captain for that.” you said, earning a handful of groans from your members.
A hand suddenly lightly ruffled your hair, an action you’ve grown quite accustomed to. “Wait no more! Allow me to handle things, then!” the Vice Captain cheerfully said. Taking this as your cue to sit down, you excused yourself from him, feeling his slightly disappointed gaze trailing you as you sit.
Cheers echoed from the team as he finished his short spiel, everyone’s hunger evident as they hurriedly fill their plates with food. Your tablemates are no different, they're rushing here and there to get the best pieces of meat and pour each other some drinks. You decided to wait, not wanting to contribute to the mess the hall has become.
A plate filled with juicy meat and a bowl of your favorite stew was placed in front of you. Now someone is also taking up your space? About to reprimand whoever placed them in your eating area, you looked up to see that it was just the Vice Captain.
“Eat up. Keep waitin’ for the chaos to calm down and ya will be left with nothin’ to munch on.” He sat beside you, carrying his own set of food.
“Thanks. But I can grab my own fill just fine.” That's what you said, but still started eating what he gave you.
“Mhm… Just accept it in earnest. You never happily accepted any help I offered ya.”
“That’s because no one can give me the help I need.” you absentmindedly said, almost mumbling to yourself. Soshiro remained silent, now looking at you instead of his food. Maybe you shouldn't have said that. “... Let's just eat.” 
As the end of the celebration approached, he wanted to test the waters; he got up and collected the plastic flowers adorning the tables, wrapping them around a ribbon he miraculously spotted somewhere—his own version of a small, makeshift bouquet. 
He sat down beside you again, earning your attention. You raised your brow at him upon seeing the makeshift bouquet in his hand, a silent question about what he's up to.
“Ta-da! They aren't the real deal, but I did a pretty good job, won't ya say? This one's yours, ya look good with it.” He made a gesture for you to take the flowers, which you did, studying it closely for a while.
“Vice Captain, you shouldn't be taking the establishment’s props.” you said, frowning. “We should get back to your office. Let's get today's report over with.” 
Internally sighing, he doesn't know if you're purposely acting dense or just straight up ignoring his subtle advances. Maybe he needs to tell you outright. You once told him that words and actions come hand-in-hand.
It's surprisingly cold tonight even through the heat of the celebrations. He went outside the hall, leaning against the corridor’s wall to wait for you. You told him you have unfinished business to take care of, which is scolding your far too drunk officers who took their drinking competition to another level. Groans and wails from the inside resounded through the door, probably from officers begging you to lighten their punishment. 
Finally, he saw you stepping out of the hall. No makeshift bouquet in hand spotted. “Where’d ya put it?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“Oh, the flowers? I told you we’re not supposed to take them. So I kinda dismantled the ribbon and put them back in place…” you said, looking away guiltily.
That surprisingly stung, despite knowing you didn't want to intentionally hurt him. He knows you’d leave it there, but dismantling them is another. He struggled putting it all together, after all.
“Makes sense. Let's get the report done.” he smiled, ruffling your hair again. This time, it's his way of saying ‘it’s okay, don't feel guilty about it’.
You threw him a look of concern, the playfulness absent from his smile. “I didn't—” 
“Are ya cold?” he suddenly asked. Before you can even answer, he removed his work jacket and draped it over your shoulders. “Please put the sleeves on. Yer hands are shakin’ so bad.”
Oh, you didn't even notice. Silently, you put them on as he asked. It's so… large. And oddly comforting. You hated it, somehow. The sleeves extend way beyond your hands and it would look like a mini dress if zipped up.
Satisfied with this, the Vice Captain started walking, pace slow. You followed suit, opting to walk behind him. You looked confused. You feel overwhelmed. Why is he always doing so much? You prefer your friendly banters, the idiotic laughter you share with each other after stupid musings; you dislike the foreign feeling and lingering intention in each action he does towards you. You don't understand.
He once gave you a poetry book about flowers, saying it was like a reflection of yourself. It wasn't. You told him to stop mocking you.
You never asked for company on boring work days, but he was somehow finding his way towards you, offering an invitation to train new recruits. He knew you loved helping others, imparting your knowledge and watching them grow. You turned him down, saying he's more than capable of mentoring them himself.
Once, you were feeling a bit too competitive. Your platoon urged you on, daring you to make a bet with the Vice Captain. The losing platoon must prepare a banquet according to the winning platoon’s wishes. He can hit you in your sword sparring as many times as he can, but hit him once in the given time limit and you win. But you just so happen to miraculously strike him at the last second. He lost on purpose. But you didn't attend the banquet.
Then a tragedy occured. A citizen hiding from the Honju was left undetected, causing you to accidentally inflict a fatal wound on them as you attacked the Honju. Had you known, you would've prioritized their safety. He didn't have to cover this up. He was there. He should be reprimanding you. You were at a loss then.
You bump into his figure, letting out a sound of surprise. You were already inside his office? Perhaps your mind has been too occupied all the way here, you don't even know if he said something on the way here or when he opened the door for you.
Soshiro looked too serious at the moment. You shouldn't have agreed to report to him, because the Honju being tougher today is bullshit. This leaves you with nothing to report, and god you want to miraculously vanish into thin air at this instant.
“What's goin’ on in that li’l head of yours? It's unlike ya to get so out of focus.” he asked, crossing his arms.
“Vice Captain. I’d like to proceed with the report, please.”
“But ya don't have anything to report. I saw it well with my own two eyes.”
He can barely hear you, your voice only a mere whisper. “...Then report to me instead, Soshiro.”
He walked closer to you, your breath almost stopping. Why is it like this?
"What do ya want to know? I'll give you everything." 
Your fists clenched in frustration at his words. He's doing this on purpose, saying something that totally means another.
“Why… Why do you insist on staying by my side? Why do you care so much? I don't understand. You're my friend, but you're doing so much for just a friend. Why do you do these things? The book—the poetry book you once gave me, saying it reminded you of me—it doesn't make sense! It's full of flowery words, it speaks of beauty, but none of those are me. You’ve seen what mess of a person I am. You say you’d give me everything, but I can't even give you a single thing, Soshiro!”
You grabbed the front of his shirt, lowering your head as you failed to stop the tears from flowing.
“You should've let me rot in bed when you found me in a sickly state. Should've reported me to the higher ups for making a careless mistake. Should've distanced yourself from me, I did nothing but unintentionally hurt you when all you wanted was to look out for me.” 
You bit your lip, not wanting to spill more than you should've. A warm pair of arms went around you, causing you to cry harder, your body relaxing against your wishes.
“I see. Do my actions confuse you?” he softly asked. 
“...I can't accept them.” 
“That doesn't answer my question.” 
Still sobbing, you answered, “I don't know. You confuse me. I don't want to rely on anyone. I don't know what to make of them. I hate the lingering, unspoken intentions. I hate not understanding. I hate pushing you away, but it feels overwhelming when you're too close. I hate the comforting feeling you give me. Please don't waste your energy on me. I’m filled with dirt, my hands are covered in more blood than you know about.”
You’ve never spilled this much before, Soshiro noted. He thinks that's a lot to unpack, but he has all the time in his hands to walk you through it. You were a ticking time bomb, the impending explosion only delayed by taking out your anguish on all the Kaiju you’ve slayed. 
Soshiro caressed the back of your head, speaking. “Then I’ll help ya understand. I like you and I like bein’ with ya, even if you think otherwise. If you don't wanna rely on me, then don't. But I’ll be here when ya need me. I’ll walk you through everythin’ slowly if you’ll allow me. And I still think you're as beautiful as the flowers I keep tellin’ you about.” 
He tried holding your hand. You pulled it away when you felt his, but he insisted. “And these bloodied hands ya speak of, tell me more, please? The stains might be impossible for you to wash away, but I’ll gladly hold ‘em still.” 
He isn't the type to deliberately fool others, even if he humors himself with being a menace to others. You looked at him and was met with surprise as you were met with the soft pair of red eyes and gentle smile you’ve deniably always found comfort in. Were you deserving of this, even after unintentionally turning him away?
You let out a shaky breath, bracing yourself to recall a scenario that has haunted your mind for years. 
“A Kaiju attack. Was a yonju. It was small, but I can tell it's dangerous. Grabbed anything sharp, anything heavy I can get my hands on. I closed my eyes and kept swaying my makeshift weapon around, in hopes of defending myself. I know my sister was hiding somewhere, but it all happened too fast. I heard a piercing scream right in front of me. The yonju had found her somewhere and used her as its shield. I didn't know that even a yonju could think of that. I… accidentally stabbed my sister. She died. I should’ve kept my eyes open. I was weak and was only 14 then. Today's neutralization location is the exact same spot where it happened.”
Tears filled your eyes again. “The day… when I accidentally hit a hiding civilian. I felt my mind shut down. The same scenario replayed over and over again. Had it not been for you, both I and the civilian would've been long gone now. I was only able to take a breath when they got stabilized by the medical team.”
“I’m sorry. I understand if you don't want to involve yourself with me anymore. But thank you for… being my friend.” 
Instead of letting you go, you felt his arm wrap even tighter. “I told ya, didn't I? I’ll walk with ya through everythin'. What happened then doesn't make you any less of a person in my eyes. You’ve saved more lives than any of us can count. I’m sure yer sister will be immensely proud of ya.” 
"And! I haven't kept my end of the deal for our bet. Ya didn't attend the banquet for it." 
How persistent. But he's always been like this. It comforts you, how he's still being Soshiro even after your heavy outburst.
You cleared your throat. “You said you like me.”
“Mhm? And what about it?” 
“...I’m sorry for unintentionally pushing you away, or if I was rude sometimes. I didn't know how to handle it.” 
He let out a laugh of relief. “Dear, that was nothin’ at all! Ya don't have to reciprocate, I only wanted to do what I can for ya. That won't change anytime soon.”
Back to his playful self, he let you go and squished your tear-stained cheeks. “I’ll go with ya anywhere, even if it's straight to hell.” 
What a fast turnaround of mood. You don't mind it, though. There's no use drowning in your anguish. You wanted to get better.
You frowned. “Don't want you to go to hell, ‘Shiro.” 
“Was kiddin’. Get some rest?” 
You tiredly nodded at him, eyes heavy. “Vice Captain. I’m officially giving you a chance. At the same time, I’ll start getting better.”
He shot you an incredulous look. “My title? Really now? Fine then, Platoon Leader, as a reward for taking your first step, let me bestow this upon ya. Close your eyes.”
What is he up to now? You’ll punch him with no hesitation if he kisses you on your lips.
You felt something cold wrap around your wrist, his own hand gripping the back of yours.
“Open up.” He held up your hand to your face level. It's a floral bracelet. He always loves associating you with flowers. You don't understand why, but someday you know you will.
“Perfect match, ain’t it? Now, for the cherry on top…”
His next move took you by surprise. With no hesitation, he kissed your palm. “There. I hope that wasn't too much?”
Receiving no reply, his eyes snapped to your face, worried if he overstepped his newly established boundary.
The sight that greeted him was something to behold. You were looking at anything but him, unable to control the redness of your face. Ah, so that was quite the shot to your heart then?
“Hello? Earth to you?”
“I’m fine! It's okay! Just… not used to it. Do give me a warning next time for my sake, please. And we're not yet in a relationship, mind you.” you said, shyness still evident.
He heartily laughed, still not letting go of your hand. “I’ll walk ya back to your room now. The princess needs her long needed quality sleep.”
And sure enough, it was indeed the most peaceful night you’ve ever had.
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izzabela · 1 month ago
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Short Glass of Water - Kuai Liang edition (headcanons)
in which headcanons describe how kuai liang loves his little lady
a/n: the last of my drafts... I'M FREE
ship[s]: kuai liang x fem!reader (headcanons)
warning(s): MDNI beyond a certain point
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- Kuai Liang is probably the same height as Bi Han... reference this
- short!fem!reader not lifting a finger because Kuai Liang's got everything in relation to her and reaching for high things. anything she needs, whether clothes from the top shelf, unused bowls from the tip-top of the cabinet- Kuai Liang will always get it for you ("There is no use for a stool, I am here" he'd say)
- short!fem!reader and Kuai Liang's hand always around her. because Kuai Liang is so tall, and his wingspan is just so large, his arms loop around her and fit so snuggly.
- short!fem!reader and his arms. she loves to feel Kuai's biceps, his muscles contracting and moving when doing the littlest things
- short!fem!reader and play fighting. Kuai Liang is aware of how huge he is, always trying to make sure she's not hurt and him watching himself. she doesn't care though, and she's trying to take him down like she's some pro wrestler
- short!fem!reader and cuddling, except she's always facing him, not her back. inhaling his scent a big bonus too the fact her face in front of his huge man tits
- short!fem!reader and the fact that she can be so nimble and light naturally. Kuai Liang sometimes gets scared on how she just appears around him (he almost knocked her out once when bringing tea in)
MDNI =================
- Kuai Liang, who will fuck her in front of a mirror. hand firmly planted under her chin, glaring into your soul as he asks her "do you feel good, my love?" and he tells her "i can feel yourself squeeze so good for me..."
- Kuai Liang, who also spanks her, but it's more than that. both of her cheeks are tingling with that burning sensation- yet still wanting more, more, and more
- Kuai Liang, who will definitely put her in a chokehold with his forearm. getting fucked from behind, short!fem!reader will legit go nuts, brain numb from the senseless fucking and the lack of air thanks to his beefy bicep
- Kuai Liang, who pins short!fem!reader down after play-fighting to keep her down, strip her (consensually, of course), and begin with foreplay. Kuai knows her antics, but he fulfills them because: 1. he loves her, 2. she lowkey loves it
- Kuai Liang, who loves to pepper kisses on your back because of easy access. so small, so easy to reach, he juxtaposes himself- fucking your brainless and also giving gentle reminders of his love
- Kuai Liang, who also has a breeding kink, but it leans into cockwarming most of the time. pretty little thing short!fem!reader is, her small and tight cunt fitting perfectly around his throbbing length
- Kuai Liang, who fucks missionary because he loves to see her big, round, sparkling eyes all blissed out as he rams his dick in mercilessly ("Let me see you, my love. watch me.")
- Kuai Liang, makes short!fem!reader watch as his cock pistons in and out, in and out, in and out of her. head down in missionary, he'll tell her the filthiest of vulgarities ("look at your little hole, taking me in so well")- or something like that
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guys i just came from an escape room and i'm so exhausted 😭
anyways i'm officially done with requests! i will keep them closed so i can write about what i want- and that's shifting into COD stuff
i hope you guys interact with is so i know what yall wanna see more or less of!
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see yall in the next fic :>
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thepepsislvt · 10 months ago
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we got some Bartolomeo head cannons now because this is my account and i said so >:(
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Bartolomeo x GN! Reader
warnings: nsfw minors dni! read it if u want i cant stop you but dni!
(this is my first time in a while writing anything nsfw i hope i did okay)
SFW
Bartolomeo whos never been in a real relationship before. People where always to scared of him
Bartolomeo who treats you just like the Strawhats if not more crazed
Bartolomeo who is scared of showing you any kind of physical affection because he is scared he might hurt you. but the second you so much as hug him he will be all over you. you need to show him first it’s okay to touch you
Bartolomeo who makes up excuses to have you touch his hair. He can’t seem to figure out how to style it? you’re helping him. He thinks there is something like a leaf in his hair? he’s sitting down in front of you. he will even straight up ask you just to pet his hair.
Bartolomeo who goes on rants about Luffy and his crew and how he got to help them in Dressrosa. you listen to him every time even though he has repeated the story several times. It’s so cute to see him i excited (hes autistic like me guys)
Bartolomeo who still hasn’t kissed you yet throughout your entire relationship because he thinks his teeth will get in the way or poke you
he sits with a shocked face when you kissed him for the first time
he then asks you every 5 seconds for another kiss until you finally shut him up with a longer one
“Can i get another one sugar? please? this is the last one i promise” he asked oh so innocently while holding you in his lap with his arms around your waist
You decide to humor yourself and give him yet another little peck on his lips.
you didn’t mind him asking you but you wished he would just take action and kiss you himself
“okay I lied that wasn’t the last one-“
you don’t know if he was going to say more or not so you just gave him a long and loving kiss. you only pulled away from him to regain your breath and to see the look on his face
He sat there in silence before he hugs you closer “you should totally do that again!”
he will consistently keep asking for more kisses no matter what you’re doing
Bartolomeo who really likes to brag to his crew how amazing you are and how he totally asked you out first
you asked him out first in reality but you’ll let him have his moment
Bartolomeo who seems all tough and mean to everyone else but you see a side of him not many other people do
he is really just a big softy and i love him
NSFW
Bartolomeo who didn’t know how to ask for sex
he not only is terrified of you saying no and leaving him
but also he is just a big guy
being 7’3 will definitely give you some length and it’s probably gonna hurt since you’re over a foot shorter than him
Bartolomeo who masturbates for the first time with you on the mind the day you first kissed him
he feels guilty but he couldn’t help but feel a little excited
he took one of your shirts from your room and held it up to his nose to fill his senses with your scent
Bartolomeo who makes frequent trips to your room to snag something else or to replace what he has taken already every time you are off the ship or sleeping
Bartolomeo who frequently imagines you touching him and praising him
he almost nuts immediately when he can hear your voice in his head calling him a good boy
Bartolomeo who thinks he gets away with stealing your underwear and then returning them a couple days later
you knew all along
you would have been oblivious if you didn’t have a limited supply of clothes while being in the ship
you even found a bunch of feathers from his coat one day while preparing to do laundry
Bartolomeo who is terrified when you walk in on him pleasuring himself and grunting your name
Bartolomeo who starts apologizing immediately and promises never to do it again thinking you were mad at him
Bartolomeo who is absolutely floored when you get on your knees in front of him
Bartolomeo who stares at you with wide eyes and whimpers loudly when you take his cock into your mouth
As you take more of him into your mouth, he has his hand on your. he doesn’t guide you, he just needs to hold onto you somehow.
When you start moving your head faster up and down, you wrap one of your hands around the rest of him that you couldn’t take.
He came way faster than he’d like to admit but when he did you deep throated him so he can shoot his load down your throat.
Bartolomeo was a panting mess after the best orgasm he has ever had.
He was up and ready to go for round two after you called him “good boy”
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Matthew Gray Gubler Headcanons
Warnings: Nsfw, of course. If I've missed something that should've been mentioned, please let me know.
Early 2000's
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• So scrawny... like skin and bones. Partly because he doesn't work out, but also because of his Achalasia around '05 and '06.
• Shy of course, but once he becomes comfortable in a relationship he becomes a little perv and possessive... obsessing over your body like its oxygen and always holding you close at events.
• Definitely a sloppy kisser, and even sloppier when he makes love to you. He gets so drunk from the pleasure he can hardly stay composed.
• Hungriest munch ever. He'll bury his face between your thighs, wrapping his arms around them to keep your legs secure as he goes crazy, forgetting that his main goal was pleasuring you and getting lost in the taste. If he's feeling more submissive he'll ask for you to straddle his face, letting you choose the pace and use his tongue to your own will.
• He loves to hold your hips, while your fucking, dancing to a cd in his apartment, or just walking with you, he always has at least one hand on your hip. His skinny and large hands make you feel so secure.
Crutches/Cane
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• Obviously, due to his incredibly injured knee, sex was out of the question for a long time. You would both be so afraid of accidentally hurting him or un-aligning his knee again. You took this as an advantage, though, using his temporary handicap to give him extra blowjobs than usual, and once he was out of the wheelchair and using crutches, you leveled up to cowgirl.
• He'd be so sensitive after going weeks or months with minimal pleasure, wanting to rut his hips up against you but the aching feeling in his leg made that difficult.
• Now that cowgirl was your only option for penetration, Matthew began to really love it. Of course, he loved when you were on top of him, riding and grinding. But when it was now the only option, he realized how meaningful it was. You chose to go on top and help pleasure him, try to mask the pain from his knee, even if just temporary.
• Often, he would just have you sit on his cock while he slowly rolled his hips up into you, using his hands to gently guide your hips. Sometimes all he needed was slow, gentle sex with minimal pleasure, soft whimpers and moans rather than receiving noise complaints.
• Matthew also used this time to perfect his head. As a thank you for all the times you've rode him, even if its exhausting and straining to your hips, he returned the favour by pulling your hips to straddle his face, making you sit on his face. He loved being able to pleasure you and only you while still laying down and resting his knee. Rather than just sloppily slurping up your juices, he tried his best to learn the ins-and-outs of your pussy, figuring out the tiny things that made you go crazy.
Beard
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• He sometimes gets insecure of his facial hair due to some patchy-ness in the way the hair grows in, but when he nuzzles his face into your neck he cant help but melt at the sound of your giggles as his hair tickles your skin.
• Similarly to the previous HC, he loves to burry his face between your legs. The scratchy texture of his hair on your inner thighs is oddly erotic. Sometimes when he gets too crazy he causes some small carpet burns on your skin, often shaving afterwards because he's worried he will hurt you again.
• Matthew always gets so flustered when you call him handsome. Of course, he is always handsome in your eyes, but the beard accentuated it. The slightly rugged look was so enticing, while also coming across as classy.
Long Hair
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• LOVES when you tug on his hair. Play with it, massage his scalp, anything, he's so in love. He gets so weak in the knees when you're making out and you begin tugging on the hair at the base of his neck, the length allowing you to get a good grip. When you do this he's immediately picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.
• Whenever he goes down on you he tries to tuck it behind is ears but it always comes undone, causing you to hold it in your fist as he devours you, making him submit to you.
• After he's let his hair grow out very long to his shoulders, he'll put it up in a man bun to keep it away. That reveals his face in its whole glory, his (beautiful) hair not in the way anymore, making you pepper kisses all over his face which causes him to blush all down his neck and chest.
Cowboy (personal headcanon)
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• Matthew just adores making love to you in the morning. The ranch is quiet, the world slowly waking up around you as the sun creeps up and the animals ruffle themselves awake. As youre tangled in eachothers sleeping bodies, Matthew usually starts with a couple gentle 'good morning' kisses on your cheek and neck, which inevitably leads to him climbing on top of you, soft moans, whimpers, and groans emiting from both of you as you make love.
• The rugged 'cowboy' look he has around the ranch is so intoxicating. You love watching him walk around in a pair of denim pants and a button down plaid shirt, his tousled hair in a cowboy hat to keep the hot Nevada sun off his skin. He'd be doing something mundane around the ranch, like tending to a horse or prepping a meal for the chickens, and you cant help but admire him. He always knows you're watching, but he doesn't interrupt your day dreaming because he knew he'd make your dreams come true later that night.
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doe-eyed-fool · 6 months ago
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Prey | Chapter Seven
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Alastor x Fem!Reader
Warning(s): Mentions Of Murder
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The silence, was worst than rejection. This was a mistake. Probably the biggest mistake you've ever made. Of course Alastor wouldn't feel the same. You two had been friends for a long time. If he really felt the same way towards you, he would have done something by now. Wouldn't he?
Then again, Alastor had never shown much interest in relationships of the romantic type. You've not once heard him talk of a special lady in his life. And he most certainly could have any of them. So maybe it just wasn't meant to be...
"I-I'm sorry! I don't know why I asked that!" You say with a light laugh. "I mean, I know you like me. We're friends after all. That was a silly question, I'm sorry..." You try to blink back the tears forming in your eyes as you continued.
"Um, I think I'll be alright by myself for now. You can leave, I'll be fine." You motion your hand to the door and turn away from him. "I really should get to tidying up the place. It's a mess, like I said. And anyhow, I should be focusing on what I'm going to sing for my next performance. Can't be distracted, so if you'll please-"
Alastor caught your hand and spun you back to face him. "Y/n." He said firmly. You go quiet and avoid his eyes. Great. Not only had you confessed and gotten rejected, if that wasn't embarrassing enough, you just made a fool of yourself by rambling on like an idiot.
There were no hiding the tears now. You inwardly sigh and await for the worst.
"It seems you've misunderstood me." Said Alastor. Yes. You know that. You are more than painfully aware. Why did he have to rub it in? "And it seems I've been less than gentlemanly. What kind of man treats a woman on like I have been?"
Wait, what? You glance at him, a bit confused. Alastor sighs. "Y/n, I'm sure you know how I feel about these kinds of things. Romance and all that. So, I'm sure you also understand how this might feel for me, indulging in such things."
Now you were really confused. You face him properly. "What are you saying?" You ask. "I do like you, Y/n, to put it simply." Alastor says, making your heart stop for a moment. "It's just a shame I couldn't, and still cant, tell or show you properly."
"Alastor..."
"Why must it be me?" Alastor asks. "Has there be no one else that's caught your eye?" Your expression soften. "No." You says simply. "It's always been you. I'm not sure if anyone could compare, to someone like you."
"Someone like me..." Alastor repeats under his breath. He shook his head with a light chuckle. "Y/n, I don't think you understand just what you're asking for. 'Someone like me'...I can be...a bit much. You know that."
"Yes." You nod. "And I'm fine with that. There are so many great things about you Alastor. I'd be talking all day long just listing it all off. It's just...I don't want to ruin this. Us. You've been more than an amazing friend to me all these years. I don't want my emotions getting in the way of that."
"We have been friends for a while, yes." Alastor smiles softly. "Nothing will ever change my view of you, my care for you Y/n. Nothing. And as I've already said, I do like you."
"Do you?" You ask sadly. "Maybe I'm just mistaking your care for love. Maybe you are too." You try to move your hand away from his. It was too good to be true.
And yet, Alastor didn't budge. "That is entirely my fault." He says. "It was a constant back and forth with myself. A part of me wanted to give in, and the other, wanted to keep you at an arms length..."
"So...Which is it?" You ask. The uncertainty was worse than flat out rejection. Suddenly, you felt Alastor pull you close. "I'd love nothing more, than to give in." He says softly. The two of you were but inches from each other.
"Then why don't you?" You ask. Alastor's eyes glanced down at your lips for a split second, before trailing back to your eyes. Maybe it was build up from years of longing for Alastor that made you so bold.
You leaned up to kiss him gently. It was short and sweet, only lasting for a few seconds, before you pulling back to figure out his reaction.
You weren't parted long, before Alastor pulled you back in for a deeper, longer lasting kiss. Your chest felt like it was filled with butterflies and a soft warmth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, a soft sigh left you.
After a moment, you part once again. "By the way." You start. "Your charm has always worked on me."
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Luck truly must have been on your side. Not only were you able to confess to the man you loved for years, and he return the feeling, but your career as a singer was really taking off. You were bringing in crowds of people any night you were preforming.
Mimzy would be the only person more happy about it than you, as it did wonders for her lounge getting more and more popular. Oh, and the money that was made from it too, of course.
But she wasn't the only one getting paid. For once, you were finally able to make a decent check. You had enough money for necessities and some extra spending money to have some fun with.
Before, any amount of money you made went right towards rent and food. But now, you didn't have to worry about keeping the lights on, or making sure you had something to eat at the end of the day.
You're weren't rich, but you had money to live off of now. And honestly, you might as well consider yourself rich, knowing that. 
More than the money though, you just enjoyed singing. You loved lighting up the room when you walked out on stage, hearing the applause of the crowd, the music in your ears, and of course, singing your heart out. 
And to top it all off, you were finally able to be with the man you loved. Being Alastor's partner was a dream. He was there for you, to hold your hand, to keep you close.
Never a day went by, where you not loved and appreciated. Even though a week had gone by, you still felt as giddy as the day he accepted your feelings. Yes, nothing could bring your mood down.
Except for maybe one thing...
"Oh my gosh..." You say under your breath, as you read over the news article for the third time. "Alastor, have you read this?" You ask, holding up the newspaper slightly.
You were over at Alastor's home this morning, as he offered to make breakfast for you the previous evening. And you weren't about to pass up that kind of offer.
"Afraid not, dear. Haven't gotten the chance to sit down and look it over yet." Alastor says as he turns off the stove. "What's it say?" He asks.
You look at the article again, furrowing your brows in grimace as you read. The article read of mysterious blood stains in an alleyway downtown, as well as a few strands of hair. So far, the police have no leads to what happened, or any potential suspects. 
Alastor froze a moment before speaking. "Are you sure that's not another fake article, to spark panic or interest? You know, there's been quite a few of those lately. Seems some will do anything to catch the attention of the easily fooled." 
"I don't think so Alastor." You mutter. "It seems pretty serious. Who could have done such a thing?" Alastor joined your side, sitting down at the table. "I'm sure it's fine. Perhaps some drunkard fell and injured himself. Or it could have been a disagreement between two people, that got out of hand."
"That's what I'm afraid of." You tell him. "Do you...Do you think it might have been a murder?" You say quietly. Alastor took your hands with his. "No dear, I don't think so. This side of the city hasn't had a crime that serious in a while. There's nothing to worry about." 
"But, it's still a scary thought. That something like that could have happened..." You say, not wanting to think too hard about it. "Well." Alastor starts. "If, and I do mean if, something like that were to happen. You won't need to worry yourself about it. And do you know why?"
"Why?" You ask. Alastor took one of your hands and raised it to his lips, he kissed it before speaking again. "Because you have me to keep you safe. Nothing will harm you as long as I'm around, dearest." 
A small smile found it's way onto your face. "I know. You always have protected me, Alastor." 
"And I always will." Alastor says with a soft smile. "Now, let's not have this food getting cold." 
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A potential murder, one would have to admit, can inspire a man such as Alastor to speak on the topic. He can't let the papers get all the attention, now could he? Though, perhaps he would have to fight for the attention, had this accident gone unnoticed...
Oh well. He was in need of new things to talk about on his radio show anyhow. 
"Good evening all! It's your beloved radio host, Alastor Thurman here to give you all another outstanding broadcast, for you eager listeners. How about we jump on the topic that's gotten everyone in a tizzy." Alastor leans forward slightly in his chair, his grin ever present, even when alone in his studio. 
"A potential murder case, and the unknown suspect still in hiding!" He begins. "The location of the victim's body is unknown." Alastor says lowly, to amplify the intensity. "No leads on a potential suspect either. Yes, this is quite the tricky case indeed. Careful on your way home tonight folks." He chuckles. 
"Now, onto a lighter subject!" 
Honestly. A mistake like that was unforgivable. The fool deserved to be locked up for that alone. It was like he was trying to get caught. 
However, it was almost worth it. 
Alastor's grin grows sinister as he recalled that night. That horrid man's screams, the fear in his eyes, and the pitiful last breath he took. Alastor had finally gotten rid of him. Now his beloved would have nothing to fret about. But he'd be lying if he said he didn't do it for himself too. 
He wanted to kill that man the moment he had the misfortune of meeting him. And that day he dared to put his filthy hands on you only amplified that want. The world was better off, without people like him around anyhow. 
As delighted as it made him feel, that mistake could have ruined everything. It's bad enough you were worried by it, but if you were to ever find out about his...hobbies, there is no doubt that you'd leave him. 
And he knew it. And so, mistakes like this will never happen again on his watch. 
The tension among folks would only rise when there was an official missing person case out in the open. A local owner of a small diner had mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Cops weren't the only ones linking the disappearance to the scene in that alleyway. 
And despite law enforcements best efforts, there was no calming the every growing concern among the people. 
Especially you. You hated the fact that your former boss might have been murdered, as much as you disliked the man. No one deserves that. But you couldn't allow yourself to stay frightened, you had a show coming up. You couldn't allow your nerves to get the better of you and ruin that night. 
Besides, you had Alastor to keep you safe. And as long as he was around, there would be nothing for you to fear.
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introspectivememories · 4 months ago
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I FORGOT I EVEN SENT THAT ASK AND YOUR RESPONSE HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK OHMSYGODDFJDJ
I seriously love your writing so much you always put a heap of emotion into it 😭😭
also adore the idea of TIM being the one who's obsessed with bear and going to such lengths just to keep seeing him, I tend to prefer happy endings so I like to think they work it out after a while but like also the angst is amazing
god the amount of yearning in this au makes me so mmmpfhhhf
god im just so sorry that it took me soo long to reply!!! you sent just as i was taking my break from tumblr and other social media :(((
i remember reading it and thinking to myself "god if i had the timbern brainworms, i could write smth for this" but then recently they've been coming back and i was a church bored out of my mind when i was like "hmmm maybe i should respond?"
and ohhh my god, when i first got it, i immediately thought about how toxic it could get and like, personally, i feel like i can't write complicated characters? if that makes sense? to me, im not very good at writing multi-dimensional characters. which to be fair, i never set out to become like a pulitzer prize winning author. i just do this for fun haha.
and like i knew that my answer to your ask was always gonna be toxic timbern but i didn't know if i could write it? ig??? bc like tim is a good person. he is!!! he just wants bear so badly. and it's past the initial physical attraction now.
he and bear are all grown up. he likes bear's wit and humor, well the wit and humor he gets to hear when bear doesn't know he's around. but bear wont let him in!!!! bear wont open himself up and tim's apologized!!!! he did!!! he doesn't even know what he did and he still apologized!!!!! and it changed nothing. bear doesn't talk to him or look at him or anything. nothing but polite professionalism.
and then one day, he sees bear on his balcony as he's swinging through the streets of gotham. and bear isn't doing anything special, he's just sitting there in sweats and no shirt and the moonlight hits his pecs just right and his shoulders are so broad and-
well he cant be blamed for stopping to take a peek, right? and maybe when he has has time he swings by more and more. just watching for longer and longer, until one day bear catches him. and as they stare at each other from opposite sides of the street, tim thinks this is it. the cold glances and frosty words are going to come back. bear's never gonna just sit on his balcony again. he's lost this too. but then-
oh.
bear sends him a hesitant wave and tim raises a trembling hand to wave back. and bear- well bear's mouth splits into a smile brilliant enough to rival the sun. beautiful like the sunrise. the promise of a new beginning. if he closes his eyes, tim thinks he can feel the sunlight's warm rays on him.
hes' hooked after that. he comes around again and again. one day bear lets him on the balcony. weeks later, bear's hugging him. weeks after that, tim's in bear's lap. and he knows it's not right. that bear thinks he's someone else. that bear doesnt want anything to do with him but how is he supposed to let this go? how is he supposed disentangle himself from bear's arms?
so he lies and he lies and he prays to any and every god he can think of, that he'll get to keep this. plus he's not really lying to bear, he's just... not talking about it! if bear asks, he'll tell him point blank. he swears it. but that's a problem for another day. things are looking up! bear said more than 5 sentences to him the other day and yesterday? he even got a small smile. it'll all work out. he'll be fine.
#i have to stop answering asks. it always turns into word vomit#and like tim knows bear is never going to ask. bear would never ask robin to compromise his identity like that#so it is lying by omission. kind of. he's taking advantage of bear. love under false pretenses? i feel like this is textbook smth#i just dont know what#and i keep thinking of after it all falls apart and tim stupidly goes to visit bear on his balcony#and bear is sitting there crying. tears streaming down his face as he sniffles. and it's ugly and there's snot and bear's biting his lip#to try and stifle any noise he might make and tim's frozen on the fire escape of the opposite building and bear looks up#and even now he's still the prettiest thing tim's ever seen. a tear rolls down his face the moonlight glints off it#bear's gorgeous and tim did that. tim made him cry like that. tim's the one who broke his heart. who took his trust and twisted it beyond#recognition. and they stare at each other for a few moments before bear's face shutters close. hastily wiping his tears away#bear steps back inside and locks the door. there's nothing left for him out there anyway.#also me saying that stuff about my writing isn't me needing reassurance or anything. it's just my opnion of my writing abilities#as of right now. so like dont think you have to reassure me or anything.#how did this get so long???? this was just supposed to be me talking about my thought process to the previous ask#and then it turned into this#as always nothing in the veil!au is set in stone. not even this. please do whatever you want with the au!!!!#timbern#timber#tim drake#bernard dowd#veil!au#asks#introspective.txt
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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago
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Can we have a Morpheus x Reader in the style of Phantom of the Opera? Thanks!
Inside My Mind
Dream of the Endless x Opera Singer!Reader
Summary: He was the phantom of the opera making you lose your mind.
Word Count: 3k+
Warnings: Dark!Dream, Yandere!Dream, graphic depictions of violence/obsession/manipulation, fem!reader, smut/smutty allusions (dub con, fingering, vaginal penetration, marking, corruption kink) Phantom of the Opera AU, Set in Victorian Era, angst ig, typos, etc.
A/N: another MINORS DNI fic lol YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES HOW DID YOU COME UP WITH THIS THIS IS AMAZING I LOVE THIS YES YES YES So, for obvious reasons, the plot of phantom of the opera is tweaked because dream is not 'grotesque' like the phantom in the real story. ALSO THIS EXPLODED INTO A DARK YANDERE FIC NONNIE I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE DARK FICS COS THIS GETS PRETTY DARK T_T this was supposed to be a slow burn because i got so excited for it, but then suddenly i was not excited at all and was unable to write anything, like fr it was so hard to write this so im only writing the highlights in my head im so sad i cant write this T_T PLEASE READ THIS FIC WITH THIS BECAUSE ITS SO BEAUTIFULLY ORCHESTRATED Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9
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He was in his private booth with no one except Hob. Dream, in the length of his existence, no longer finds the same wonder as his friend, whose very eyes sparkle at the performance before him. But then his ears catch the echo of the song from behind the stage, from deep behind the opera house. "I say, they-" Hob starts, but when he turns to his side, his companion is no longer there. Dream watches her in the shadows, basking in her voice as she sings the song being performed with more heart than he ever thought possible, before making himself known. When he does, she starts, dropping the mop she was using on the floor. The sight of her face excites him. She is laced in nervousness when she manages to ask, "who are you?" "I am your Dream."
I remember how it was before, how it was in the beginning. When he was my Dream, who came to me with sincerity and gentleness.
I look out to the dim lit bathroom as I wash my arms in the fragrant water of my tub. I deflate in loneliness, "will you not show yourself to me tonight either, my Dream?"
A chill runs down my spine when the wind blows across me.
I gasp at the feeling of warmth on my cheeks.
I look out to the empty room, "Dream?"
Yes, my love.
I frown at the sound his voice, for the speaker nowhere in sight.
"Where are you?" I mutter softly.
I am attending to imperative business right now. I cannot be with you in my physical form.
I frown, "you've left me again?"
Sadness creeps up on me when he does not respond.
"You've left me again, my Dream. I'm all alone without you."
I sink down deeper in the tub as I hear him call out my name. My brows furrow at the sound of him.
You are not alone. You are never alone. I am always with you, my love, even when my form cannot be there. Always.
A bitter tear threatens to spill from my eyes, "it doesn't feel like it... are you not going to watch my debut? It's tomorrow night already."
My breath hitches when the I feel a ghost of a touch trail down my spine. Goosebumps rise all around me.
Nothing will stop me from watching you perform.
My heart leaps in my throat. I bite my lip at the thought as I feel myself break into a soft smile.
"I wish you weren't so busy. Then I wouldn't have to keep talking to you in my bathroom. It's the only other place quiet enough for you to hear me."
My shoulder tenses when the sound of his laughter echoes.
My dear, do you think there is a place on any plane that I would not hear your calls for me?
I knit my brows, "but you never respond to me anywhere else, my Dream, only here, and in my bedroom when Meg is not around."
Oh, beloved, there is so much that you do not yet understand about your Dream.
I pout, "then explain it to me," I rise from my tub, leaning on the side, looking out into the emptiness, "I am not a child."
I shudder when I feel a hand on my cheek. I place my own hand on the area, but it's not the same.
In due time, my love. I will reveal myself, my whole truth to you, in due time.
That was the beginning of the sweetness.
I remember vividly, as well, the first time he ever touched me. It was not like how one would touch a friend or maybe even a stranger. He touched me in the way I had never been touched before.
I hadn't understood the concept of the Dreaming yet, and so I was simply shocked to have met him in a park when he came up behind me. He had to explain to me that we were in his realm.
The soft smile on his lovely face at the time was enough to make me do anything he wished.
His lips found mine as his arms wrapped around me.
He did not give me time to ask any other questions spinning through my mind at that moment; I quite frankly didn't mind. His attentions on my skin and the kisses he left were more than enough.
And then he started to lift my skirt.
"Dream," I call as goosebumps rise on my skin. My Dream does nothing but pull me closer and move my clothing away so that he can touch my bare skin.
I jolt and whimper at his touch.
"Hush, my love," he mutters against my neck, "I swear to you that I will bring you nothing but pleasure, just as I have intended all along."
I am still tense when I feel his fingers move into me. I squeak and wrangle against him, but eventually the foreign and inexplicable want that builds within inside my being makes me lean into him and yearn more for his touch.
"My beautiful ge-"
I gasp when I hear my name being called in a panic.
Meg is looking down at me with worry laced all over her features, "have you had a nightmare?"
I turn to his, propping my elbows up as I stare at my friend.
She continues, knowing I was in pure confusion, "you were groaning and whimpering in your sleep."
I feel blood rise up my cheeks.
Meg knits her brows, caressing my cheek, "are you ill, my love? You've got a hotness about you."
"No," I shake my head, offering a bashful smile, "I am well, Meg. It was just my... my Dream."
It would then be Meg who truly experienced a nightmare, unshakeable ones at that. But at the time, I did not know it was my Dream's punishment for interrupting us.
That was what it used to be like living in the bliss of my naivete.
Even though I suppose it was always there, my Dream's darkness, it only became real when I allowed myself to see it.
My Dream started to turn into my Nightmare when I was reunited with my childhood friend, Raoul.
I had obviously been excited to see him again at the opera house. Raoul told me it was destiny. I felt uncomfortable by the idea that my Dream's brother would ever allow such a thing, but I did not tell Raoul that.
Whenever he visited me, Raoul offered me roses for each of my performances that he watched, and he made so to watch every performance I had, even going as far as being a patron of the opera, so to be able to watch me practice.
I, of course, was ecstatic to have my friend around. But Dream did not share my sentiment.
At first, my Dream acted cold. He acted hurt. He told me-
"I've heard his thoughts, he wishes to steal you away, to claim you as his own, to corrupt you," he seethes, gripping me by my arms, "do you want that?"
"No!" I shake my head rapidly.
"Do you want him to take my greatest and sweetest love away from me?" he mumbles, pushing me against the vanity. We were in the privacy of the diva dressing room, as I was now the diva of the show.
"No, my Dream," I frown at him, grabbing his face as he hoists me on the surface. I help him push my clothing up so that my exposed thighs could straddle his hips.
He begins to undo his trousers as he nods his head, "you belong to me, don't you, beloved?"
I lick my lips in anticipation of him while I nod myself, stealing a glance between his face and what his hands were working on, "I am yours, my love."
He pushes against my face with his as he presses a kiss on my cheek bone, "and I am yours, eternally."
I nibble my lips when he exposes himself. I let out a loud groan when he enters me.
"Pretty girl," he praises, "let them all hear who makes you feel this good."
I suppose, in fact, it was my fault that he snapped.
But it was not as though I could control who I dreamt about. And it was not like my dreams were something he should have readily dove into.
Dream had asked me, "do you want him?"
"Who?"
"Your childhood flame," he quips coldly, "Raoul."
I told him I didn't. Why wouldn't I when I was so in love with him?
But later that night, I dreamt of him, of Raoul. I was walking with my childhood friend in my childhood home. We were holding hands the way we did when I was younger. He was recounting his travels to me as we walked around the halls. I laughed when he joked he would steal me away. I joked that I would let him if he gave me all his chocolate.
And then Raoul turned into smoke. And then I was holding no one in my hand.
My childhood home began to crumble, and in my fear and panic, I begin to run. The walls broke down and the ceiling fell behind me.
It was a wonder that I made it outside.
But then I my soul nearly left me when I was grabbed by my arms and faced with a dark face.
A shiver ran down my spine when my Dream squeezed me and quipped, "you lied to me."
I panted as I looked at his face, drawn with fury, loathe, and madness.
"You told me you did not want him," my Dream hisses, jaw tight along with his accusation, "you did not want him to take you away from me, but you do!"
My breath hitches as his hands grab my cheeks and forces me to look up at him, "you think he could ever measure up to me? You think I would ever let you find out your inevitable disappointment?"
I grab onto his coat as I feel fear crawl up my spine.
"What makes you think I'd let you leave me? You are not meant to leave me-- you're never leaving!"
I release a shudder, "my Dream, please."
The darkness and tension on his face begin to unravel as tears begin to streak my face.
"You are mine," he words carefully, "you belong to me."
Out of instinct, I find myself nodding at his words as I repeat to him, "I am yours, my Dream, only yours." My lips begin to quiver as I am overcome by emotion.
He seems to be satisfied with my admission. He withdraws his harsh hold on my cheek and exhales deeply. He leans his forehead onto mine, his arms make their way around me.
I begin to sob into his chest when he pulls me close. He shushes me, "No," he mutters, "no, enough. Hush now, all is well. I would never hurt you, never you. Do not be frightened."
I hide my face in his clothing, he strokes my hair.
"I do not want to see you with that man ever again."
I do not respond to him.
He nuzzles against me as he breathes in heavily, "mine."
I really did try my best to stay away from him, but Raoul was always very persistent. He never liked losing when we were younger, and it seems his virtue only grew as time went by.
I told him we could no longer be friends, and his responses were nothing but childish, because he told me the notion was nothing but childish.
Then one day, he got me to laugh at his attempts.
I froze when Raoul said, "finally, I may be able to sleep well tonight, now that I've heard your laughter."
"Have..." my brows knit, "you not been sleeping well?"
It was painfully clear to me all of a sudden how heavy his eyes were and how tired the smile he gave me was, "I have been plagued by nightmares, little butterfly."
Raoul rubs my chin with the pad of his thumb, "do not grow uneasy by the thought. Your smile is medicine enough to my ailment."
The following day, he would not go back to the opera. Two days after that I would learn that he has not woken up from his deep sleep.
Dream acted as though nothing was wrong the entire time, and in my deep feeling of bewilderment, I began to avoid him-- hide from him. At first it was simply by ignoring him, then once caught, I acted as though I did not realize he was there to begin.
After a while, when I could feel him draw near, I would make attempts to flee him, except, there as no escape from Dream.
"Beloved," he appears from nowhere right in front of me, "why are you hiding?" He reaches out to my cheek.
My heart is thumping wild in my chest when he pulls me close, "was my darling playing a delightful little game to excite me?"
"Dream-"
"Well, I've found you now," he says, peering close, as his hands travel down my body, "I deserve my prize."
My breath begins to hitch when he roughly rips my skirt up. I grab ahold of his arms. His lips curve into a small smile as he watches me. He absolutely relishes the pounding pulse echoing in his ears. Dream leans down and leaves wet kisses on my neck, eliciting soft yelps from me when he begins to suck and graze my skin with his teeth.
"Cover my marks again," he breathes in between kisses, "I will give you more."
I whine when I feel his fingers find their way to my core. I begin to squirm, unsure of whether or not I want him to continue.
“Tell me how much you love me,” he mutters against my neck as his arms around me contrict
"Dream."
"I feel as though I'm suffocating when I’m not with you," he sighs, fingers fondling with my heat quicker, "if you leave me, I will cease."
His breathing grows heavy. He sucks in a sharp breath when I cry out at the feel of fingers enter my pooling wetness.
"Nothing will ever come between us," he croons, "I will destroy anything that comes in our way."
Though Dream's ministrations were something I had grown accustomed to, and even something I looked forward to, there was something about this moment that left a foreign feeling in me.
He made me feel so, so good, and yet, it felt so... wrong.
Then one day, it was I that snapped.
Everything that he's done, giving Meg nightmares, trapping Raoul in a constant state of dreaming, intimidating me then telling me he was nothing without me, all of the twisted things he'd done made me realize his love was demented, and it took performing one of his plays.
He had taken it too far by inspiring the maestro to write about our love story: a man who did the extremes for his lover, and how his lover had no choice but to accept his actions for the alternative was to remained shackled in the dark until his love was accepted.
I overheard the dancers talking about how this was the most tragic story yet, and how they're glad such a man did not exist.
I performed the arias with tears, danced with such desperation. I sang with so such sorrow that the whole house broke into tears.
Yet I saw him through my blurry eyes, I saw him smile at me with satisfaction
He did exist, this cruel lover, but he was not a man, he was Dream of the Endless, the phantom of the opera.
So I ran. I ran leaving everything, taking nothing but a coat and money to get away as far away as I could from my prison of an opera.
It was foolish, I knew. His words echoed in my mind-- "My dear, do you think there is a place on any plane that I would not hear your calls for me?"
The fact was he did not need my call for him to know where I was. But I would rather die trying than not at all.
It was very much like Dream to come and get me when I had myself believing I had a chance to get away.
My carriage stopped in the middle of the road with a loud cry of the horse and the driver.
I did not want to come out, I did not make a move to, because I knew he was right outside.
Really, there was nothing stopping him from manifesting inside my tiny carriage, and yet he still pounded on my door from the outside and demanded that I come and face him.
When I did not reply, he forced my door open, making me turn to him with wide eyes and taxed breath.
I cannot lie, I was surprised to see his distraught expression and his unkempt features. I did not think it would be possible for him to appear this way.
Dream reaches out for me. I watch him as his dark expression slips as I raise my hand out to him. I however do not hold him, instead I push him away.
His brows furrow tightly, "you will come with me at once."
A shiver runs down my spine at his command. I fake courage and clench my jaw, "no."
"No?" he tilts his head.
"I do not want to come with you anywhere at all," I mutter coldly.
Dream cannot mask the disbelief and horror on his face. I can see his expression slowly shift into anger as he speaks, "what has made you like this?"
"YOU have made me like this!" I hiss, leaning in, "you are hard and cruel," I shake my head rapidly, "you do not love me."
"I ONLY LOVE YOU!" he barks, removing further the distance between us as he leans forward.
"BUT I DO NOT!" I answer with the same intensity before pulling back.
His face falls. Wind begins to pick up begin him. His eye twitches, "liar."
I hold back tears as I grip my hands tightly. I shake my head slowly this time, "not anymore."
His face twists, he pulls back and his knees nearly buckle.
My heart feels as though it is being squeezed when I look at him. I cannot lose my advantage now, "I used to believe you were once my sweet Dream, but you are nothing more than a twisted nightmare."
"Stop," he points, "LIAR! That's not true- I- I'm still your Dream! I love you!"
"If you truly loved me, you would let me go!" I quip moving towards him, "you have to let me go, Dream."
"You cannot leave me!" he whisper-yells, "I want you to be with me, to stay with me, to love me!" He grips on the side of the carriage door, "even thinking about a world without you, a world where you are with someone else makes me sick."
I retreat from him when he tries to reach out for me. He is hurt by this. He slowly pulls his hand away, "can you at least pretend to love me?"
A chill runs down my spine when he says this.
He grows more desperate when he speaks again, "I implore you, tell me what err I've committed so that I man correct it," he drops on his knees, "I beg you not to leave me."
I turn away from him, rubbing my face as I did, to hide the tears that were threatening to show themselves to Dream, "close the door, Dream."
Dream's desperation leaves him, "no."
His change in tone makes me my blood still. I barely even see him when I turn to him and feel myself fade into darkness.
"If you will not come to me in your own accord," he says, standing, "then I will take you in my own."
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pastanest · 2 years ago
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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to the very lovely friends who have relentlessly sifted through tumblr archives to recover them, thank you all so much!! ♡
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PDA With A King
- Thranduil may be the poster-elf for stone cold bitch syndrome, but whenever you’re around, he transforms into The Softest Boy™️
- he isnt one for holding your hand when you walk with him, instead he’ll hold his arm out to you and wait for you to link yours through it or simply hold onto his bicep, and he’ll smile down at you as you do
- in private, when the two of you are sitting or lying down together, he will often play with your fingers, tracing the lines of your palms with his fingertips, brushing his thumb over your knuckles, the most gentle touches you can imagine
- Thranduil may not be the most emotionally expressionate person, but that makes PDA with you all the more fun to him, because anyone who sees him dip you to the ground to kiss you passionately is shocked beyond belief, and this amuses the King very much
- whenever the two of you are separated for any length of time, he will hold both of your hands and kiss your forehead before he goes
- more often than not, advisors and guards will enter the throne room to find it empty, and a search party is formed in order to find the King and Queen, only to discover the two of you dancing together in one of the castle halls
- Thranduil loves to dance with you, whether it’s ballroom slow dancing that brings with it such a strong sense of intimacy and safety, or more fast paced dancing that results in you both laughing until you’re out of breath
- and Thranduil will ask you to dance with him anytime, anywhere. most of the time he doesnt even have to ask, he just holds his hand out to you and leads you to an empty space big enough for the two of you to dance
- you encourage him to attend the festivals of the local villages, and he is very reluctant to do so, but as soon as he realises that festivals mean music, and music means dancing, he’s all for it
- sometimes, completely out of the blue, when you happen to walk into a meeting or just into the room where the King happens to be, he will march over to you and pull you into a kiss, without saying a word, simply because he adores leaving you in a flustered daze
- kisses with Thranduil are usually passionate ones, unless something has caused him great stress or sadness, because he turns to you for reassurance, and when he gets it, he thanks you with the softest kisses
- he will often hold your hips with both hands or place them at the small of your back, but he also occasionally places one of his hands against your cheek
- usually it is you who has your hands on his face, though, and he cant tell you how much he loves the feeling of your fingertips tracing the lines of his cheekbones and jaw
- he’s a very cuddly person, and although this isnt displayed in front of others, he will demonstrate his strong affections for you in smaller ways, such as providing you with adoring smiles, and bringing your hand to his face in order to kiss your knuckles frequently
- when you’re alone though, the two of you are practically attached
- you normally fall asleep with Thranduil’s head on your chest or in the crook of your neck, because the only way he can be calmed into a slumber is when you run your fingers through his hair
- but on occasions when harm has come to you, he will hold you in his arms all night, placing soft kisses at the top of your head long after you’ve fallen asleep
- Thranduil prefers to sleep on top of you because he feels that you are more protected that way. if someone were to try and attack you, they would quite literally have to go through him first, and he would sacrifice himself for you in a heartbeat, though he keeps that a secret because he knows that if you found out the truth, you would never let him sleep like that again
- one of your favourite things to do as a couple is swim in the streams of the Kingdom at night
- admittedly, it usually involves skinny dipping, because when the Kingdom sleeps there is no risk of being seen
- the two of you will splash water at each other until you’re completely drenched and laughing so hard that your sides hurt
- Thranduil will swim over to you and scoop you up in his arms, your legs wrapping around his bare waist as his lips beg to be reunited with yours
- and as soon as they are, Thranduil is gliding backwards through the water, so that the two of you are kissing in the middle of the stream, under the stars
- when you pull away, you see each other’s features being blessed by the light of the moon, and you fall back into each other again, as close together as two creatures can possibly be
- Thranduil is a pretty big fan of PDA, because it leaves an affect on you that he adores, and when the reactions of those around him are so utterly hilarious, he will gladly take every opportunity to kiss the woman he loves, but it’s only when you’re alone that his affections for you truly blossom
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latibvles · 3 months ago
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i cant believe i didn’t ask this sooner but what do you think the dynamics would be like between the mouse hole girls and daisy?
I feel like that one clip of Stitch maniacally laughing on top of a hill over this ask, anon. THIS IS A FUN ONE!!! THIS IS A V E R Y FUN ONE !! I'll go down the list for this one. more beneath the cut!! this would be in some... AU where Daisy works at the hospital at Thorpe Abbotts, I imagine, which funnily enough I have written before, so everyone thank Merc for that one :)
VIVIAN: Okay so I feel like this one is complicated because most of Vivian's relationships are just that: complicated. Little Miss "Keeps People At Arms Length Because She Was Raised To Believe She's Innately Broken" meets Little Miss "I Slapped My Father Before I Marched Off To War." Viv is notoriously bad at letting herself be taken care of while she meanwhile takes care of everyone else. Daisy looks at people like this and goes "CHALLENGE ACCEPTED." I think it'd take them a while before they could call each other friends but there's definitely a deep level of respect there.
WILLIE: I think that it's just a smidgen easier for them because Willie isn't as guarded as Viv is — she's just quiet. But when Willie is wounded after the second Bremen raid, in that recovery period? Daisy's a big help physically and emotionally (everyone but one member of Willie's crew flew Munster, mind you, and Willie has to cope with losing eight of her friends — her crew). This is also like... right on the cusp of Daisy losing her brother. But there's something about a nurse who goes above and beyond for the people in her care and Daisy's always been that. They'd have a very quiet understanding of one another after suffering tragedies.
INEZ: Girls who are both too humble to function (at first) keep giving each other compliments. That's the energy from them. Inez honestly probably reminds Daisy of Patty in a lot of ways and in that way Daisy's pretty... patient? With her? Inez isn't getting hurt too often so I don't think that she's a frequent visitor of the hospital but when Daisy's poking around the interrogation hut like Smokey's little shadow she does check in. Inez feels relief knowing they're all in good hands.
FERN: Lest we forget that Daisy is bisexual and Fern loves to flirt — you are flustering her, Miss Carmine. Truly. Not a frequent visitor of the hospital, more often seeing Daisy at the Officer's Club. Likes to get in on the Nurse gossip especially about the pilots and Daisy finds it a little amusing. I wouldn't put it past Fern to try and set Daisy up on a date of some kind, either, or at least try to gauge how Daisy feels about.... certain members of the 100th [ *loud screaming from Ron, distantly* ].
LENA: My god, the Banter. Like I said before in the Andy & Lena headcanons Lena is... not a shy individual. And she is more than happy to sing Daisy's praises. Throw the arm around her shoulders at the Officer's Club and remind everyone that they'd crash and burn without her. Also calls Daisy "gorgeous" sometimes to tease. Big appreciator, they're two team players and Lena is someone who is determined to make sure those who deserve it get their flowers.
CARRIE: Baby deer :( And also was severely wounded during the first raid on Bremen — Daisy is there for her in every way that matters during that recovery period. Changing bandages, sitting at her bedside, and when her cremates (most often Harrie) come to see her Daisy will be the last person to kick them out. Daisy knows in a way a lot of people may not get, how it feels to be a soft-hearted person and trying to find yourself and find your voice. She has a big soft spot for Carrie.
LORRAINE: Ah, you remind me of my stateside childhood best friend / sort-of-ex-situationship! No but genuinely I think it's harder for Daisy to get a... feel for Lorraine, as it tends to be because Lorraine keeps people at a distance and isn't especially souped to get all buddy-buddy with people. But there is a respect there — for what Daisy does, for how she takes care of people. Lorraine will voice her thanks but she's not especially loud like Lena is.
JOSEPHINE: Boston girls!!! Girls who mother-hen their friends!!! Good God these two would unironically be best friends because they just have so much in common it's kind of funny. Of course, Josie is the middle of five children and is still actively breaking from her mold, whereas Daisy's parents were extremely supportive of her wanting to go to college and have some independence. But still, the ties that bind etc. They talk often, and have 100% made plans to meet up when they're stateside.
HARRIET: Whereas Lena is all banter and teasing about it — I think Daisy looks at Harrie and sees like... pure sunshine, which is what she is for quite some time. Harrie is the type to hug Daisy after a simple patch-up, and Harrie 100% calls Daisy "Doc" which makes her laugh, because Smokey is the doctor. She's very endeared by the praises even when it flusters her. Daisy has also been dragged onto the dance floor by Miss Harriet
JUNE: Dog that bites meet girl offering you the lunch meat in her sandwich. They have a unique relationship because June gets into the most fights out of all the girls — requiring patch-ups, requiring someone (Viv, or Benny, or another officer) waking her up because they know that Daisy isn't in the business of getting people written up. It's love and hate almost because June doesn't know if she could ever be soft like that; maybe there's a little envy there. But Daisy has never once scolded or shamed June for the situations she gets herself into. She's patient and can handle June's sour attitude so long as June lives to dish it to her
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squidsandthings · 7 months ago
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16 & 20 💚
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16: from a recent piece i want to brag about
hmmm I really like this snippet from touch fic poem
With longing emptiness for a moment Of being filled, of being loved of Warmth, real warmth, burning Inside one’s chest pressed and darned Broken edges filling destructive voids With loving creation, but instead only flinched  Splintered thrust into a cold abyss yearning for A single touch
I like reading this part out loud it's fun
I also like this from the piece I wrote for your birthday
Dazai feels the port breeze on his skin he can taste salt  on his lips in another life he stares he can taste lips on  his  own those lips are across the port and they are not staring back at Dazai.
Skin and the Sea are salty to the taste. The taste of one can make you miss the other <3
20: from a scrapped project
Oh poem based on sol's fic I'm sorry I didn't finish you <3
I knew it when Your eyes met mine dark Pools of empty abyss cutting irises I could feel a churning Bubbling within me Clawing, Begging Howling, Dog. "Stay by my Side" by Side by Side by- nothing. but I already knew it
I knew it when I reached with something I couldn’t say and you pushed me  held your edges at arm's length Out of my touch my center of mass into another gravitational field I feel the pull and watch it fall. snapped. but I already knew it I knew it when I started at the lifeless eye Of the hurricane you brewed Crafted a storm you knew and left me to finish it off a cliff into abyss into Gravity. It's waiting arms embraced you I never could you never could you never- Broken bones meet Spilled blood ,Twin Souls now, Split My chest apart, and whisper to your broken world “I knew it”
also this poem
A billion boxes made of glass and yours is next to mine. Our circle of boxes miles apart and yet through the glass still I see your shine. I tap my side and you tap yours but yet my heart ponders . Is the reply you make for me alone or for another box you love more. To distract myself from the silence that the box life brings. I make up words and scream and shout and hope you'll hear me sing. Applause surrounds my show my gleaming heart long died. I look around and see no audience besides boxes and boxes and boxes and boxes and boxes I cant even see you by my side. I scream. I scream. I scream. I weep. I want to know you feel you see you breathe the air you breathe boxes of glass keep us trapped miles apart and I can do nothing but grieve. Hollow box heart I have left empty whispers to a grave. maybe you don't care maybe you'd hate me if you saw from beyond My box my cage my prison perfectly set up to make you fond .Every knock on my glass I check thrice to be sure it'll make you like me more. Every word I scream I hold three more back to make sure the audience heard Am I stupid for wanting to connect to a person behind some glass? Are you even a person to me or am I simply in love with a mask? A billion boxes made of glass and we are side by side I long for the day I can reach out and see that this connection is more than a lie.
sorry this is mostly poetry lmao
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v3nusxsky · 2 years ago
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Hi i know this is rlly random but i just thoight of it while trying to read cursive. A platonic reader x lesso where reader cant read cursive and since lesso weites in cursive never does the work which leads to a confession and not sure how to finish it x
Incomplete
*Authors note~ I love this idea so much it's gonna be a Drabble because I also don't know what else I could add to it*
Trigger warnings~ dyslexic reader
Prompt~ see ask^^^^
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School work was always something you struggled with. Reading was tricky when the words seemed to just blur together so adding in the extra fancy loops and swirls just made it ten times worse. You were embarrassed about how much you struggled, that's why you never told anyone. To afraid of being laughed at and made to feel stupid. You aren't stupid. In fact you were rather bright, especially when it was something spoken. Languages you seemed to excel at the oral portion of it. But literature? Never.
Unfortunately for you, Leonora Less, the teacher for curses and death traps, loved to write in cursive. It came naturally and truly it was magnificent penmanship just like everything else she did. Normally you'd be able to appreciate that, but not when you were drowning in work for her class because you hadn't been able to take notes effectively which meant you were missing chunks. Apparently quite important chunks of information that you needed for the work.
Maybe that's why you weren't confused to be kept behind in your lesson. She wanted to know why you hadn't bothered to do her work and she wasn't going to rest till she knew why. The moment tears started to brim in your eyes she knew this was more than laziness or blatant disobedience. You weren't stupid and she knew that, your verbal answers were always the best of the class. So why wouldn't you do the work? Suddenly it dawned on her.
You were expecting to be shouted at or dragged off to the doom room. After all you'd heard the stories so it was safe to say your confession was evident as you watched her walk to the blackboard. She wrote a sentence in her usual penmanship and asked you to read it out loud. The moment you visibly paled she knew she was on the right track. You did the best to contain your feelings and took a guess based of the lengths of the words and the sentence.  You watched as she nodded and flipped the board over making sure to write the words even spaced and simply. No loops or fancy lines. She once again asked you to read it out loud which you did with ease. The gaps helping your brain register each letter one by one.
Leonora watched as you carefully sounded out the sentence, the concentration on your face and the slight fear of being wrong told her everything she needed to know.  "Sweetheart? You can't read the first one can you?" She asked gently, not wanting to upset you but wanting to find the best way possible to help you. All you could do is break down and cry, you're secret was out now she would think your stupid.
"Oh little one, why didn't you tell me? I could've made more of an effort to help either changing the way I write or getting a separate sheet just for you." Her suggestions only made you cry more throwing yourself into her arms. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm not dumb, I just I'm sorry god I can't even draw straight lines with rulers maybe I am stupid" you mumbled into her shoulder the hot tears soaking the clothing there.
"You darling, are not dumb your the brightest in your class, you just need some extra support and I'm willing to give it to you. All you have to do is work hard and be the best you can be. Can you do that ?" You nodded at her words. You could do that.
With new measures in place to help you you were now successful in every class you took, lesso keeping your secret between just you and her.
Word count~ 708
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p0ssywhippedcream · 2 years ago
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Hi, Love
I hope you're doing well, and I hope you have fun these holidays and stay warm.
Would you mind writing me a fic about L or Near comforting the reader (their partner) when they keep failing at wrapping presents properly? I'm having SUCH a hard time wrapping these and I would love to hear that it's okay to try again and ask for help from either of my beloved boys.
Thank you for reading (even if you cant/don't want to do this request, I 100% understand)
Hi lovely! God, I love when people send me holiday asks and this is such a cute idea! Thank you for being so polite and kind, I really appreciate you. :)
Also omg look at this cute holiday themed divider!! 🥹
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The sound of paper crunching behind L as he worked suddenly ceased. A groan echoed and he heard a small thud. Spinning in his chair, his eyes find you on the hotel floor with your head in the wrapping paper scraps.
“Y/n, what are you doing?”
“Mmurphhhdurphh..” Came from inside the mountain of cheerful Santas and Christmas trees.
“I can’t hear you.”
Your head pops up, there’s a scrap of reindeer stuck in your hair and you look exhausted. “I fucking hate Christmas.”
“That’s a hyperbole.” L stands and approaches your position on the floor, surrounded by boxes, tape and wrapping paper.
“Hardly. Do you know how hard it is to properly wrap gifts?”
“I can’t say I do.” He rounds the piles of supplies and stands next to your slouched body. “Your posture is almost as bad as mine.”
You groan and roll your eyes. “Don’t you have work to do?”
“I can’t focus with all your noise and I certainly can’t focus if you’re going to be groaning and complaining loudly.” He squats down next to you in his regular position and drops his thumb to his lips.
Suddenly, a poorly-wrapped box is shoved into his arms as you turn towards him. It’s an incredibly sad sight, there’s odd ends of paper sticking up and pockets of air where too much space is.
“If you’re going to make fun of me, you might as well be put to use. Unwrap that for me, please.”
L picks up one of the scissors and begins cutting the paper off. He watches you from the corner of his eye as you attempt to fold the wrapping paper at the right length and accidentally tearing it.
You moan dejectedly, throw the scraps away and measure out another length of the blue-spotted paper.
Once done with removing the paper, he nudges you with his elbow. “Do you want me to wrap this?”
“You can try,” You shrug, and hand him a red cylinder, “But expect me to laugh at you when you’re worse than I am.”
As he goes through the regular motion of preparing the wrapping and cutting the paper to fit the box, he lets his pupils fall on your messy hair and stressed expression. In a poor attempt to alleviate your anxiety, he begins talking.
“The Task-Force isn’t expecting presents, Y/n. The Japanese don’t celebrate Christmas very much anyway, only about one percent of the population is even Christian.”
You throw a glance his way, a half smile at his attempt to make you feel better. “Maybe, but they’ve been working so very hard on this and I know they’ll be here during Christmas. I want to show my appreciation for them, they deserve it.”
You hold up an expensive bottle of aftershave you bought for the chief and ask, “Do you think they’ll like them?”
L put a hand on your back and held two sides of wrapping paper with the pointer finger and thumb of his other hand on the box.
“I think they will be shocked and glad to even have gotten anything, my love. How much did these things cost?”
You grin. “You’ll have to check your bank statement for that, we both know money burns a hole in my pocket.”
He drops his hand from your back with a small chuckle and resumes wrapping. “I don’t see how my money could burn a hole in your pocket but I suppose it is the season of sharing..”
You sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, the occasional noises of wrapping paper, the tape dispenser and thoughtful sighs as you try to get the paper right.
L makes a unrecognizable noise next to you and you turn and see him holding a perfectly wrapped present, complete with a beautiful white lace and bow, a small, proud smile on his face.
“Oh…my…god! Oh my god! I can’t believe- What- That’s so not fair!” You cry out and wave your hands indignantly.
L laughs at your expression, one of those rare moments of his persona fading and you get presented with his authentic self.
“I guess I just have a gift,” He puts his thumb between his lips again with humor in his eyes, “It’s geometry, Y/n, it’s simply basic geometry.”
You groan and tuck your head into his neck, shaking yours miserably. “I hate you…”
He pats your hair with a chuckle. “I’m sure you do.”
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jackietaylorsweatervest · 1 year ago
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S2E7 Burial - a post viewing rant
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feeling like brokeback mountain tai tonight, head hung low, in solemnity. I just watched season 2 episode 7 'Burial' (yes i havent finished, don't sue me i like to take my time) and by god if that wasn't one of the greatest episodes of television i have ever witnessed in my short life. it was simply fantastic and topped the previous episode for me.
the way they weaved between the timelines was particularly good. i do not understand how they managed to fit in so much character development in one episode. like i feel like we learnt so much about shauna, misty, van, and lottie. i also found it really interesting how each one of their 'therapies' seemed to be really effective almost like it was planned .
i was nearly brought to tears by shauna and that stupid fucking goat. the manifestation of shauna's trauma through her estranged relationship with her daughter uugghhh. i cannot imagine what effect it would have had on her to lose the baby in the wilderness and it completely explains why shauna keeps callie 'at arms length'. the callback to jackie was also done fantastically. i miss her too though shauna, you're not special.
this episode had me thinking that misty isnt even that psychotic; baby just wants to be loved. her motives of not wanting her friend to be eaten actually warms my heart (doesnt excuse what she did). the fear of knowing that the body was out there and if it were to be found, mari would turn it into her next masterpiece of a stew, would be too much for me. i was also enjoying having all the girls on the compound just as much as she was. my very much needed comic relief.
ok taissa really turned up the crunchy gay vibes this episode like you know that women knows how to pitch a tent. (doesn't she have like a state to run or something?!?) the taivan moments were DELICIOUS and she was like REALLY getting into that kiss. i love how all it took was one kiss from her ex gf for her to start planning her divorce.
look van, your situation is tragic, really, but girl...you have had your face eaten off by wolves and have been burned alive TWICE like i think cancer is the least of your problems.
I FUCKING CALLED THAT LOTTIE'S THERAPIST WAS NOT REAL!!!! I KNEWWWWW IT. just thinking though, to be Lottie Matthew's therapist you'd have to be like the final boss therapist you get once you have defeated all other therapists. i find it very interesting that lottie wanted all the girls to go home once she had scared herself sufficiently (dont even ask me what that Antler Queen shit was about). All nat had to do was up the sexual innuendo and to get her to change her mind.
speaking of which, the lottienat truthers were FED this episode. like they're SOOO GAYYYY. I can feel a rage creeping up on me already. it's a preemptive rage. i am preparing myself for when the COWARD writers of this show do not deliver on the canon that we know we deserve in season 3. LIKE ITS ALL THERE. ALL THAT SET UP FOR... a wilderness lottienat kiss (*prays*). i will stop myself from speaking any further on the issue of lottienat (im sure you'll see the gifsets later - sorry in advance)
ok, and FINALLY. Of all the gore, bloodshed, and gruesome, or downright depraved moments in this show...NOTHING has come close to what i witnessed in the final scene of this episode. it is the only moment in yellowjackets where i have actually had to cover up what i was seeing on the screen. i am a big girl now and that was just too much for me. like, the cannibalism is one thing, but i draw the line at having to watch shauna shipman beat the shit out of lottie Matthew's pretty face. LIKE YOU CANT DO THAT TO HER. i was waiting and wanting so badly for natalie to step in and stop her but she just kept going. no one did anything and i dont get it. i understand that she needed to let her rage out but SHE WAS ABOUT TO KILL HER WTF. when lottie put her hands behind her back, my heart sunk bro. shauna you violent bitch. lottie you pathological people pleaser.
yea, great ep
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dilfgmancoolatta · 1 year ago
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I JUST FINISHED READING YOUR FIC (UN)FORGETTABLE AND I NEED TO JUST YELL ABOUT IT FOR A MINUTE BECAUSE IT WAS SO GOOD
I think it’s very funny that Gio turned out to be Gman, I did not suspect that at ALL it was such a jumpscare but like absolutely AMAZING
I loved the recreation of the scene where Benrey interrupts Gman while he’s talking to Gordon but with Gordon being the one to do the interrupting, oh my GOD I did not expect that to be recreated at ALL but it was SO GOOD
I found it very funny every time Benrey and Forzen interacted because if it had happened in the original stream it would have just been Scorpy talking to himself LMAO but you did a really good job distinguishing their characters despite there only being a couple minutes of Forzen content
Just all of the general nods and recreations of scenes in the original story were so good I stimmed SO HARD every time it happened oh my god!! Gordon teleporting behind the door into the test chamber and asking Benrey for ID. Benrey arguing with Gman over Chuck E Cheese being an entertainment center or restaurant. I cant think of anything else right now but oh my GOD it was so funny
I also like how in character they were even outside the context of previous RTVS bits, and it was still HILARIOUS. Benrey and Gordon fucking around with Gman in the tram scene absolutely FLOORED ME I was reading it at like 2 am when everyone else in my house was asleep and I was dying trying not to laugh and wake everyone up
Also I find it very funny that the video game was like “yeah Gordon so I’m gonna trap you here for 6 years and leave your entire family to wonder if you’re dead and slowly take all of your memories one by one until you forget even your sons name” but then it realizes he’s trans and is like “oh wait. I gotta hook him up with T tho.” LMAO
I also liked the genuine mystery of not knowing if that’s Benreys Gordon or not. Like, I had kinda a feeling but there were so many red herrings that it was genuinely a shock to find out that he had been finger spelling Joshua!! The twists!! The turns!! And it makes perfect sense that Benrey wouldn’t recognize Gordon after 6 years of being fucked up by a haunted video game, T, and depression!! My man’s tortured!! And the idea of the game slowly replacing Gordon’s memories with Gordon Freeman’s makes SO much sense oh my GOD
The fact that Gordon became physically less and less human over this time makes so much sense too. I mean bro has been exposed to so much Xen radiation and shit over the years it’s a miracle bro didn’t grow a third arm
Benreys struggle of trying to keep the fact that nothing is real from the ai was also so interesting?? Like everyone had such an interesting arc over the course of the story it was just so well written holy shit!!
POOR JOSHUA!! My little man got his bio dad taken away from him and now his other one- the chapters centered around him broke my fucking HEART. I wanna see him get reunited with them again so bad but I get not being able to finish the fic, life gets in the way you know and honestly it’s impressive you were able to write as much as you did!! You wrote a fucking novel-length fanfic with interesting plot, characters, and story completely for free??? Like what the hell?? You’re incredible and I hope ur proud of your work!!
Thank you so much for writing this incredible fic, I had such a fun week or so reading this before bed. I actually clicked on it by accident while looking for Ultrakill fanfics in someone’s bookmarks haha, but thank god I did!! I don’t think I’ve ever been this pulled in by a fic, and it was so satisfying to see it mostly finished!! Thank you so much for your work, I hope you have a wonderful day :]
Oh my god you’re gonna make me cry!! Thank you so much!!!! I’m gonna keep this screenshotted 5ever ok
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loverscrossmp3 · 2 years ago
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chloe gong my best friend,, chloe gong my worst enemy…
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kagejima · 2 years ago
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i’ll talk about toshi all day !! toshi can cover your entire face with one hand so when you’re annoying him he just puts a hand over your face (not in a mean way tho, he just loves to see u pout after), he makes sure you fall asleep before him, sometimes if you cant sleep he whispers to you until you do bc his voice is v soothing to listen to, he’s kinda awkward with kids but for some reason kids LOVE him, you steal his shirts/sweaters/hoodies n he offers to just buy you the same one in your size so you have to explain that you have to wear his you dont want your own, never picks you up but if you ask he’ll without a doubt let you climb on his back or lift you in his arms ok thats all i have for now <3
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CHAR, YOU'RE JUST GONNA GIVE ME THESE FEELINGS AND THEN TAKE OFF, WHY BABY IS THIS PAYBACK FOR THE SUKUNA FIC 🤧🤧🤧 expanding on this under the cut
Wakatoshi Ushijima who does a little smirk when he puts his hand on your face, your attempts at trying to playfully fight with him now futile because you can't see and also because he's holding you at arm's length and he likes watching you fighting the air and still trying to get through his hand.
Wakatoshi Ushijima who knows you have trouble sleeping and sometimes you have nightmares, so he makes a bedtime routine to help you get to sleep a little easier. Lots of cuddles, no TV or screen time. He likes to read to you from whatever book you're currently enjoying, your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you and he reads and reads until he hears your cute little snores. And after he puts the book away, he kisses your forehead and mumbles "Goodnight, my princess" into it before he drifts off too.
Wakatoshi Ushijima who doesn't understand why kids love him - he's big and tall but kids keep yelling about how cool he looked on the court and so he'll sign autographs and take pictures and give high fives with the most awkward smile on his face (man's still trying to figure out how to smile - you naturally bring it out in him but it's harder when you aren't near) because he's TRYING and he wants the kids to have a good time meeting their rolemodel.
Wakatoshi Ushijima who opens up his dresser and quickly notices some of his clothes are missing - he's quietly observant, nothing gets past him. He goes and opens your own dresser and sees some of his shirts haphazardly stuffed in the top drawer, almost as if you were doing it because he was in another part of the house and you didn't want to be caught.
And!!!!
Wakatoshi Ushijima who has to carry you home when you drink too much, who has to carry you home when you wear heels out too long, who has to carry you home because you're too tired and don't feel like walking.
He doesn't mind though. In fact, he loves doing it - because if he's the knight in shining armor, its only fitting he carries the princess in his arms.
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