#an unconcious effort

[dashyga]

@squidpedia @an-unconscious-effort-comic this doesn't even look like abigail i'm so sorry 💔💔💔(/j)

[kinda-daily-warriorcat]

[jetaloen]

confession

[walking-loather]

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[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

I Am Here Now

And we are back with more hurt/comfort!

Thank you to all those posts about this particularly heartbreaking scene from The Last Unicorn and that one post about how it would fit Astarion and that one comic that made it come to life with pictures. Here's my contribution to it with words.

Summary: Even though the two of you push each other away, you always find a way to come back to one another.

He’d thought you had left him alone to die. Even after all the sweet things he’s said, about how he trusts you, how he knows you will be there for him, he still doubted you when it counted. Captured by vampire hunters, he’d been held in a cage for so long that he’d lost count, or perhaps it was the torture his captors had decided to inflict upon him that had made him lose count. At some point, he had lost all hope of you coming to rescue him, believing himself to be unworthy of the effort needed.

And then you had shown up in all your bloody glory, howling with rage and cutting down any hunter who had stood in your way. He had never been happier to see you again, and never been angrier.

“Where have you been?” He chokes, collapsing into your arms the moment he is free of the accursed cage. You silently hold him tight, gaze downcast. Rage rekindles within you when you see how broken the hunters have made the one you love, and you wish you could bring the hunters back just to make them suffer over and over again.

“I am here now,” you whisper, hoping to comfort him. You should have searched harder, hunted fiercer, found him faster, prevented the whole kidnapping in the first place. It was your naivety that had landed him in this situation, it was all your fault.

“And what good is it to me that you’re here now?” Astarion hates that you’re seeing him with his walls shattered, his broken heart laid bare before you. Self-hatred overtakes him, spewing venom meant for himself at you. The words tear him apart and pierce your heart, shattering it but you still hold onto him. You’ve finally found him after such a long and anxious search, you’re not letting him go any time soon.

“Where were you twenty years ago? Ten years ago? Hells, a hundred years ago?” He cries, clawed fingertips digging into your skin. The fabric of your top crumples beneath his fingers, tears dampening the cloth. His voice breaks, words dissolving into sobs as he buries his face into your chest, wanting nothing more than to disappear, dissolve, be anywhere but here. Yet you hold him close, wrapping him in your warm embrace despite the daggers that have embedded themselves in your heart courtesy of him. You let him vent it all out, giving him the space he never had even though each sob rips at your heart further.

“How dare you,” he whimpers once his tears have sapped him of all his energy, “how dare you come to me now, when I am this?” He hadn’t been the best person back when he was alive, corruption ran deep in the city he was magistrate of perpetuated by his truly, but at least he had been as normal as any elf could be. Now he was a vampire spawn, weaker than true vampires but with the same weaknesses. He had fallen so far down, a slave to both sanguine hunger and Cazador, a creature sealed in darkness lest he be dissolved by the sun, a monster despised by all.

All but you.

You let him weakly hit you, the punches lacking malice as they lightly connect with your skin and sobs continue to wrack his body. Running your fingers through his hair, you pull him as close as you possibly can and rest his head on your shoulder.

“I wish you had never come.” The words leave his lips in a whisper. The words he never meant, the words he wished he could take back the moment he spoke them, the words that hurt the most. You flinch at the words but tell yourself that he doesn’t mean it, that the words just slipped out on accident, that it was the self-loathing and trauma that spun these words, right?

“Why did you come now?”

You feel him go limp in your arms, slipping into unconciousness as exhaustion takes hold of him. As Halsin moves to carry him back to camp, you reach up and touch something wet on your face. Tears. Something catches in your throat and you tell your companions to head back to camp first, you’ll catch up with them later. Despite the looks of concern, they do as you say at Jaheira’s behest, the older woman knowing that you needed some space.

You mindlessly walk in the opposite direction of the camp, the warmth of the sun a distant feeling despite it blazing high in the sky. Numbness envelopes your body, sending chills down your spine but nothing can overpower the pain in your heart. His words have cut deep, even if you try to convince yourself otherwise and the freshness of the air that you usually enjoy does nothing to alleviate the hurt.

With a sigh, you collapse against a tree trunk, sucking in a deep breath at the twinge of pain that shoots up your side. Shit. Blood has soaked through your tunic on your left side and lifting up the cloth reveals a nasty gash courtesy of a rogue’s dagger. You let out a ragged breath, chest heaving as you rip your tunic off and press the cloth against the wound, hoping to staunch the bleeding before you die of blood loss. White hot pain shoots through you the moment the cloth makes contact and you bite your lip to suppress the yelp, willing yourself to remain strong until you can stagger back to camp and get the wound healed. Knocking back the last healing potion in your pack, you force yourself to stand once more, limping in the direction of camp and past the concerned stares of your companions straight into your tent where you collapse once more, this time unable to bite back a cry of pain when the action tears at your wound. You down more healing potions, a groan of relief escaping your lips as you feel the wound stitching itself together, your body feeling lighter with each mouthful.

Shadowheart peers into your tent but you wave her away, muttering something about wanting some space and she obliges, but leaves a few more healing potions behind just in case. You tuck yourself into your bed roll, something you haven’t done in quite a while now ever since Astarion took it upon himself to be the one to make you comfortable, and the thought sends another twang of sadness through your heart.

Did he want you back? You wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t, it was your fault after all that he got kidnapped. You had been the childish one, yelling at him to get out of your sight after he had been trying to get you to take a break, going as far as to push him out of your tent physically and slamming the tent flap shut, completely missing the flash of hurt in his eyes. The next time you had left your tent, wanting to apologise, Wyll informed you that Astarion left the camp some time ago and had yet to return, panic setting in when Gale pointed out Astarion had disappeared for half a day. You were the one who had driven him away first, it was only fair that he returned the favour.

Pulling the blanket over your head, you bury yourself in the darkness, tears pricking the edges of your eyes again. You had hurt him, perhaps more than he had hurt you, made worse by your prior promise to never hurt him. He didn’t deserve you, he deserved someone who could perfectly love him, cherish him, give him everything he needed and more.

“Y/N?” A quiet voice calls out but you remain still. You recognise the voice, why was he here?

“I know you’re there, darling. You can’t hide from me that easily.” His voice is louder now, coming from next to your bedroll but you stubbornly remain where you are. You hear a shuffling sound and something impacts the ground — he probably seated himself on the ground.

“I…I wanted to say that I’m…I’m sorry.” The words feel like thorns in his throat but he forces them out anyways. He knows he has to, Karlach had encouraged him to in all her usual enthusiasm and had filled him in on what he had missed while unconscious. His immediate reaction was to check up on you from a distance, but Karlach had pushed him towards your tent, giving him a thumbs up which pressured him into going in.

You keep silent, mind struggling to form a sentence as he pours everything out to you once more, carefully lowering his walls to let you in again.

“I know I said things that hurt you, and I should not have said any of it. You rescued me, even though I thought you would never come for me and I pushed you away instead of thanking you.” He pauses, taking a deep breath he doesn’t need. “You deserve better.”

“You’re the one who deserves better.”

Astarion blinks, sitting up straight as you shift, getting out of the bed roll.

“You’re the one who deserves better,” you repeat, unable to meet his ruby gaze. “I was the reason you were kidnapped in the first place, if I hadn’t snapped at you, shouted at you, driven you away, you would never have left the camp, the hunters would never have found you and —”

“It’s not your fault.” He places a finger on your lips, eyebrows furrowed.

“But it is!” You push his finger away. “I hurt you just as much, no, more than you words ever hurt me because I promised to never hurt you! Yet I did!”

“You didn’t mean to.”

“It doesn’t excuse anything! Stop taking everything just because you don’t want to lose this relationship!”

“But I don’t!” He yells back. “I don’t want to lose this! I don’t want to lose whatever we have!”

“I don’t want to lose you.” His voice cracks as he stumbles over the words that shut you up. “If…if you don’t want me anymore I will —”

“When did I ever say that. You’re my entire world, why would I not want you?” You cut him off. He raises an eyebrow at you, searching for hints of deception but all he sees is genuineness, a fierce love for him burning within you and above all, a deep yearning for him and nothing else.

You move closer to him, cautiously reaching out with a hand that he clasps in his cold undead ones and you can’t help but smile. This brought back memories — the first time you ever hugged him, the first time he ever felt a physical touch that wasn’t sex or abuse. He puts an uncertain arm around your waist, waiting for you to do something and you lean into his touch, putting your own arms around his waist, hand holding long forgotten in place of hugging him. He pulls you in, nuzzling you and lets out a small sigh of relief.

He didn’t lose you. You’re still here. You still want him.

As much as you are his light in the darkness, he is your guiding beacon. He is the reason you continue pushing on each and every day, and you want him to know that. Tilting your head up, you meet his lips with your own, a sweet gesture that never grows old and conveys everything in your heart. He kisses back, fingers tangling in your hair and revels in the moment, wishing it would never end but alas, you need to breathe.

“I love you.” It’s the first time you’ve said those words to him.

“I love you too.” It’s not the last time he’ll say those words back.

[wh1sp3rr]

belated bday kisses with eiji + [2.4k wc]

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you had gotten up extra early today. wanted to surprise your sleepy boyfriend with breakfast in bed since he'd practically spoil you every other day. you gently slither out of his grasp, his arm slung loosley by your waist, belting you in his embrace. slowly, ever so slowly, you move out of the cozy warmth.

his mouth is slightly agape, you can hear his light breathing and you steal one last glance at him, adoring the way the sun's glow curves and bends around his tan face. his summer freckles fading now in the october air.

you smile to yourself, watch him unconciously shift and tap at your abscence. you slip away before your lack of prescence rouses him.

your suck your teeth at the cold kitchen floor your bare feet meet, shiny and cool.

you were going to make him heart-shaped pancakes. warm and fluffy. you begin by searching the cabinets for the ingredients, careful not to be too loud. eggs, milk, butter, sugar, strawberries you'll be sure to wash and slice into lovehearts too—the obvious. then tap and feel around for the maple syrup.

it was in the back in the top cabinet where everything was too high for you. on your tip-toes, you reach up, stretch your arm to its full length. fingers taut as they touch at nothing.

"need some help?" a familiar voice sounds behind you. deep and groggy—morning voice.

you almost flinch at the voice, so focused on the task at hand that you didn't even hear his heavy footsteps. your hands drop and your caught face shifts into a grin as you walk hurriedly towards him, arms wide as you hug him, chest flush against his bare one.

"happy birthday, baby!" you glee, voice excited and loving. his cheek is warm against your lips as you smack a loud kiss there. his sleepy eyes crease when he returns your soft smile.

his toned arms belt around your waist again like his sleepy self did and he speaks into your messy bedhead, "thank you, pretty."

you playfully push his chest, "go back to bed! i'll be done in fifteen minutes.”

"why? what are you making?" he teases.

"nope! back to bed! off you go!" and push him back to your cool bedroom, now bathed in the morning light with the blinds pulled high. he complies and lets you move his body, crawls back into bed without you, arm now propped up on his knee.

"fifteen minutes." you tap at his nose, and leave without another word.

you decide to clamber and climb atop the countertop to reach the maple syrup. halfway consumed, mostly by kirishima.

soon the kitchen island is decorated with all the equipment you need, the baby pink ones kiri bought for you after you showed him some really cute stuff nara smith had on your phone.

your hands become sticky with the strawberry juice trailing down your wrists as you carefully cut them into deliberate shapes. kirishima hums to himself as the familiar smell of the fruit layered with the pancakes hits his nose.

you plate everything and are sure to pour him and yourself each some jasmine tea, both of your favourite.

a little over fifteen minutes passes before kiri puts his phone down and away when you walk in, hands slightly shaky by each side of the breakfast tray from the collective weight as you place it gently on the duvet.

"voila," you say, proud of your efforts.

"oh wow, baby. is this for me?" he says, almost coy.

"of course," you sit down next to him, the strap of your tank top slipping off your shoulder, he picks it up for you, a gentleman after all. you smile at the gesture as you continue talking, "who else would it be for?"

the smile he offers you is deep and genuine, his dimple appearing.

"and the hearts?" he cups your face, "you're so cute."

you scrunch your nose and lean into his brief touch. he picks up the heart engraved cutlery you put on either side of the cream plate before you cut his action off, "wait! i almost forgot," you giggle sneakily.

you leave the room, and kiri's eyebrows crease in curiosity. he can hear you rustling around, scrounging the place for whatever it was that you were retrieving before the noise stops and you come back within a short minute.

your hands are behind your back before you surprise him suddenly, "ta da!" you sing.

clutched between your slender fingers is a yellow baggie with furry green nugs that kirishima's all too familiar with, "hanta?" he asks, light chuckle breaking up his question.

"hanta and denki! they said it was their birthday present for you." you pounce up on him, bag rustling in your grasp. "well, yeah. you're right, it was originally hanta's present. denki asked me to say it was from him too." you say defeatedly, "don't tell him i told you that."

"roger that," he salutes.

you lean over to the bedside table to grab your grinder and kirishima watches your movements, reaps the way your shorts ride up on your ass, is already excited for the sex today.

you catch him staring at you and feel the way his hand curves around your upper thigh, you blush and put your hand over his, point towards his plate with your other hand holding the bag and and grinder, "come on, eat up. it's gonna get cold!"

"alright, alright," he says calmly, removes his hand from your body.

he moans when he takes a bite, chews it slowly, savouring its flavour. "holy shit, this is delicious, baby! thank you."

"you're welcome," you say sincerely, happy with his enjoyment.

he takes another bite and through his mouthful speaks, "how much is that? he tell you?" he piques.

"um, i think he said it was a half a zip or something?"

he continues with his food, chuckling softly, "my guy," he says thoughtfully.

you fiddle with the papers and try to roll the joint tightly—unconfident. kiri glances at your struggling motion before he takes another bite, "want me to roll it?"

"no, i can do it!" you protest. try again, but watch it fall apart over your tray. "ughhh," you look up at the ceiling annoyed.

he smoothly moves his half eaten plate of food away near his hips and you let him take over, the manoeuvre easy for him.

you sigh as you watch him neatly roll the thing with little effort, like he was almost doing it thoughtlessly. you eye and grab the fork and knife on the table, cut the bottom of the second heart pancake off before feeding the triangle to eijiro. he smiles as he chews, eyes focused on the joint before he swallows and licks the adhesive.

you feel warm watching the action, pink muscle slicking the paper before he lifts his head and twists the top.

"another one?"

"up to you, birthday boy," you sigh contently.

he nods and puts the j behind his ear. rolls another. god, he looked so good like this. when his eyes were still small with sleep and voice deep from the same.

he taps and feels around the drawer for a lighter, succeeds and sparks up. your head lulls at the sound he makes when he sucks his teeth and exhales. he tokes again, doesn't inhale all the way and brings his hand behind your neck, your face already hot from what's about to happen.

his lips meet yours and he breathes out into you, it already hitting you—strong shit.

you exhale through your nose, not letting him pull back as you grab and rake your fingers through his hair, tongue deep in his mouth. he smiles and sucks on your bottom lip, bites it softly before placing the burning joint between your lips. hears you suck and pulls it away.

you eskimo kiss him and playfully breathe out in his face. he shuts his eyes, feels the smoke tickle his face before coolly handing you the jay.

"you still have to finish your breakfast..." you say softly, gently bite the fork, "open wide," you’re aware of the innuendo. and he complies, has you feed him another mouthful, his eyes don't move from yours.

you chew at your bottom lip slightly, cut another piece then slowly bring the glossy strawberry and sweet pancake to eijirou’s lips.

he grabs your hand before you can feed him, and he pushes the fork into your own mouth. you let the juices tingle on your tongue, stretch your jaw to chew your bite.

his hand is still clasped around yours, and the fork’s throngs hang on your lips. he watches your mouth move as you enjoy your creation, eyes honed in on the plumpness of your lips.

“how’s it taste, baby?” he asks, voice warm. pulsating. sexy.

you nod, then swallow. “so good.” you widen your eyes, make them look all glassy and doe-like. innocent even.

his teeth show in the smirk he gives you. hand unclasps your own then lets his thumb brush your bottom lip. pull it down a little bit. then smoothly slide under your ear so his fingers reach your nape and his face is pressed into yours in a kiss.

you moan softly. desire boiling inside you. love the feeling of his large hands supporting your head, massage your roots. you speak between kisses, “touch me later.” you breathe, “i wanna put on this lingerie i bought for you.”

“but i wanna fuck you now…” he whispers wantonly

you giggle, feel his tongue in your mouth. pull away and watch his eyes stay staring at your lips, begging to be drawn in.

“i know you do.” his lips reach for your jaw. then your neck, “but it’ll be so much more fun later…” your smaller hand rests atop his that cradles your face.

you feel him suck, then bite. nibble at your skin and kiss the bruise he leaves. his voices prickles your ear, hot and wanton like before.

his lips graze the outer shell as he speaks, “let me at least eat you out,” he gently reaches for your throat, “sit on my face,” he says before kissing your jaw and slipping the jay between your lips again. watches you suck then blow.

you feel his hand drop from your face and reach down for your pussy, already slick with your arousal. he fingers your over the thin cloth of your thong. slow and patient.

you let your jaw go slack at the feeling, feel eijirou’s words echo again, “come on. it’s my birthday, right?”

you laugh, all breathy and flustered, “shut up.”

“make me. tongue will be all up in you, baby.”

you withdraw from his grasp on your throat, smile at him and look into his wet eyes, pupils blown wide so there’s only a thin ring of red.

he scratches and massages the hair by your ear and you hum lightly. pleasant feeling buzzing around you.

soon, eijiro slides the breakfast tray off the bed and onto the bedside table, tokes the joint a last time before letting it burn out, then dips down and kisses your stomach.

then lower. and lower, till finally his lips meet where he’s been begging for them to.

you lift your hips and he kisses you through the fabric, easily slides you on top of him, breathing cut off but he doesn’t care.

he laps at the soft cotton. feels it getting wetter by the second and you bite your lip and rock your hips forward, letting his noise brush up where you need it to.

he hooks a finger under the thin lacy straps and pulls down, you adjust yourself and help him take off your underwear. when you sink back on him he instantly goes full speed. no slow movement at the start like he usually does but a rapid moment with his pink muscle reaching inside you.

your head is woozy and your body feels funny, the weed definitely not helping (or maybe it was?) and you let your voice sing. moan out everything.

you feel him so close to your core. warmth pooling in your stomach in such a way it has you calling his name in that way that he goes crazy over.

he swears there isn’t anything more sexy than hearing you say his name like that. it’s similar to the way you do when you touch yourself on facetime with him. but nothing could comes close to the way it sounded in real life and not some buzzy speaker.

he’s so passionate with the way he eats you up. passionate and on a frenzy. strokes your thighs up down. scraps your skin with his nails when your knuckles are desperately grabbing at his red locks.

you feel yourself getting closer. that mean tightness coming undone. slowly start to grind yourself on top of him rhythmically.

he suckles at your clit, doesn’t let go and leans in when it’s almost too much for you and you try to lift yourself completely off from him. but it’s no use. he’s completely latched onto you.

he would stay like this forever if he could. airflow barely existing. hands all over you. mouth sucking on nectar. his idea of heaven: you.

it was ironic how good he was treating you on his birthday but that’s what made him so perfect. always so thoughtful and doting on you in a way that’s almost fantastical. something you’d only read in fairytales.

“eijirou…” you desperately moan in that way he loves. voice all high and sexy.

he wraps his arms over your thighs, gluing you to him. he could feel you twitching. getting all wet and feeling you running down his chin.

till finally, your whole body gets hot and buzzes. lip caught between you teeth as you pull at his tufts.

you look down at him with an open mouth that breaks into a smile. you feel insanely good, and have to let out that cutesy little giggle you always did whenever he made you finish.

you move yourself off of him, him giving your pussy own final kiss before you plant yourself over his pelvis and straddle him like this.

your smile is wide when you reach down to his face, his hand is behind you neck and already caressing you, “i’m gonna fuck you so good later.” his lips are barely a few inches away from yours before he pulls you down and kisses you.

your lips stay interlocked when he lifts his back from the bed and has it flush with the headboard, hands planted on your hips. you taste yourself and the strawberries on him. sweet and fervent, tongues partnered.

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[wannabespiderman]

Man vs machine

Hello! This is my first fanfic written in English so I'm slightly nervous to post this but I couldn't get this idea out of my head so... I hope you enjoy :)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Just an old man confused about modern technology.

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You were walking past the living room door when a discontented grunt caught your attention. You took two steps back to crane your neck past the half-closed door. Bucky was sitting on the sofa, leaning over the living room table, which looked like a toddler’s table compared to him, his face illuminated by the bright screen of his new laptop that you’ve bought him not too long ago. His eyebrows were tightly knit together when he mumbled a quiet curse. You turned around, a curious expression on your face as you walked through the door.

"You okay, baby?" you asked and promptly sat down next to him. Bucky gave you an inscrutable look before turning his eyes back to the screen. “Where the hell do I find my emails?” he asked in frustration. A sudden laugh escaped you. You should have realized that a 106 year old man who had little to do with electronics would have some trouble with a laptop. Bucky gave you a displeased look with a slight, unconcious pout appearing on his face. “Click on the internet icon.” You spoke softly, willing to help. Bucky’s brow furrowed. “I don’t need the internet, I need my emails.” You stayed silent for a moment, slightly baffled by his words. Just last week you took the effort to set up a Google account with him and you were pretty sure he had paid attention then. “Bucky.” You said an amused huff escaping you. “Your e-mail is connected to the Internet. Just click on the icon.” Bucky clicked his tongue in annoyance to cover his slight embarrassment and went back to staring at the desktop. He was definitely taking his time, and at one point you doubted he knew what an icon was. “Need any help?” you asked as kindly as you could, though the sight of Bucky squinting his eyes like a real old man made your voice sound rather amused. With an exhausted sigh, Bucky leaned back against the seat back and rubbed his face, his shoulders visibly slumping. “You do it.”

You snort, but immediately apologize after he gives you an exceptionally grumpy look. “You can do it.” You said encouragingly, giving him a small smile. Bucky rolled his eyes, but relented and bent over the laptop again. You shuffled closer to it so you could see the screen properly, and the little orange and blue Firefox icon literally jumped out at you. You pointed your finger at it and looked at it again. “Just click on this one.”

You tried to be patient with him, really, and actually he did exactly what you said, but you couldn’t hold back the little sigh that left your mouth as he moved the cursor over the Firefox icon and clicked. Once. “Okay.” You mumbled, rubbing your eye. Apparently, you needed to be more specific. "This time you click twice." Another brief but piercing look from Bucky before he actually double-clicked and the browser opened. You sent a quick thank you to the heavens before instructing him to type the url into the search tab and cringed silently when he started typing with both of his pointer fingers. Right this second you decided to teach him how to properly type with all ten of his fingers later. A few more instructions later, probably a little more than usually necessary, he reached the Google log-in site.

“I assume you can handle the rest?” It was supposed to be a statement but your voice shifted into a question at the end.

He hummed quietly in affirmation, though his brow was still furrowed as if this whole thing was incredibly complicated which, to be honest… it probably was for him. You pressed your lips together, a slight sting of guilt coursing through you, your previous amusement and frustration about his hardship completely vanishing. One second you were quietly sat next to him and the other you had your arms wrapped around his bicep and your head leaning on his shoulder. “I’m sorry about laughing earlier.” You whispered, almost too quiet for him to understand if he weren’t a Super-Soldier and had enhanced hearing. “I know it’s new for you.” Bucky tried to shrug it off but you saw how his eyes softened when he tilted his head to look down at you. A sudden, quiet chuckle escaped him, making you quirk an eyebrow in curiosity.

“You’d think, as a Cyborg, I’d be better at this.”

[yanderexchubbyreader]

can u write a yandere popular boy in school and he’s in love with chubby s/o (or y/n wtv u wanna call her 😅) and he’s angry that she doesnt like him back and sometimes threatens her to date him. She actually does like him back but doesnt show it becus she thinks that he is playing a joke on her

i hope i kinda got what you were looking for! if not, please feel free to let me know!

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Pairing: yandere!popular!boy x chubby!reader

yan’s name is Matthew

warnings: obsessive behaviour, implied drugging, isolating yandere

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- Matthew was such a peculiar character

- Ever since you had met him in your freshman year of college, he seemed to swarm to you like a moth to the sun, easily becoming someone you cane into contact with in your daily life

- Of course, you were weary about him and getting to know him seeing as he was world’s different from you

- He was extremely popular, with many friends and admirers who would drop anything and bend to his every whim if he so much as asked, as well as extremely fit and the star of the soccer team

- And you were just some chubby little nobody, tending to stick to yourself and your tiny friend group and avoiding large crowds of people like the plague

- So when he first came around, you were incredibly wary that it was put on as some kind of prank, not being able to see why this guy was so interested in being in your presence

- You did have to admit he was cute, but you had to preserve your pride, and you did little more than greet him with an uninterested nod and a small

- One day, he surprised you, showing up to your desk with a box of chocolates, a large bouquet of roses and a stuffed animal, asking for you to go out with him

- And you denied his offer, hiding your face from the rest of the class as he begged you to tell him why

- You had to drag him out of the class and explain to him that you were just too different, he deserved someone better, and you just weren’t interested in him

- That just made him really mad :( And he wouldn’t stop tailing you or your peers trying to get you to go on a date with him, sometimes going a little too far in his efforts

- It got so bad that your friends seemed to turn away everytime you tried speaking with them, brushing you off completely

- And when asked why, it was because they were sick of being threatened and singled out for keeping you away from Matthew

- Finally, you were sick of the obsessive behavior, and showed up at his dorm room one day to give him a piece of your mind

- Of course, he let you in with no hesitation, expecting you to finally accept his offer and give him a few hours of your time

- Instead, you let him know that he was making you uncomfortable, and you wanted him to leave you and your friends alone from here on out, vowing that if he didn’t stop, you were going to take some more drastic measures

- Surprisingly, he never lost the smile he had on his face when you arrived, but his eyes held a completely different emotion

- He’d accept your denial once and for all, apologizing for coming on too strong and promising he would never bother you again

- Satisfied with his answer, you left his dorm, finally happy to wash your hands of him and his strange behavior

- Matthew, however, would completely flipped as you walked away, going into a state of mania and completely destroying his dorm room in a fit of rage

- Sitting amongst the mess, he’d pull out his phone, dialing the number of a local dealer with shaky fingers

- “Hey… you still got those sleeping pills? I’m uh… I’m having trouble sleeping at night”

- He’d get his hands on you somehow. He’d have you in his arms soon, concious or unconcious

[lovelywritinglady]

Strangers (Part.1)

Reiner Braun x fem!Reader

Season 3 Spoilers and Season 4 light spoilers You and Reiner use to be a couple until you found out he was the Armored Titan…

Time line is going to be ever so slightly altered for the next part.

Third Person Pov

"How could you Reiner?" You cried out to him trying to keep yourself balanced on the tree branch below him.

"What do mean, if you're talking about why I took you, it's simple. I love you and I just couldn't leave you to die along side these devils." Reiner spat in disgust as his eyes lingered on your shaky from below.

"Devils, how could you ever think we are devils?" You questioned him

"I'll tell you more when we get back to my home town. It will all make sense when we are there." He answered you looking hopeful

"You assholes are gonna pay, you hear me!" Eren screamed from behind you waving his severed hand like he was going to punch Reiner.

"Shut it you two, it's not like we can do anything right now anyway. See those titans down there?" Ymir questioned as you looked down to see dozens of titans looking up twords you. "Even if we could, we'd have no chance of escaping. Plus Y/n isn't one of us so she'd die easily especially sense you ain't got your ODM gear." She soke sounding rather disinterested.

"Ymir is right, we'll leave at nightfall when the titans are sleeping." Reiner spoke scanning the three of you. Ymir started talking to them, but you blocked out her words trying to focus on calming down and not losing you head. You picked up on a few words an phrase in particular caught your attention.

"We'll get Christa and then we'll go, I can't leave her here!" Ymir pleated which caused your anger to spike.

"Ymir what the hell!" You shouted walking towards her as her limbs grew back.

"What, I have nothing here except Christa and Reiner and Bertholdt have a future. This place will be dead soon any way, don't you want to live!" She screamed at you walking closer

"Calm down you two! Y/n hear me out." Reiner pleaded jumping down from the tree branch he was standing on. "Y/n please, everyone here will die and the last thing I want is for you to die with them. My hometown is special and there are so many things that I want to show you. Sights that you'll never be able to see, I can show them to you. Please let me take care of you in a place I know you'll be safe. I love you." Reiner declaired with pleating soft eyes that would normally make your heart melt.

"I'd rather die here with them than live a lie with you." You spat as frustrated tears began to form in your eyes. Depsite the fact that you loved him too and the very idea of departing with him shatters your soul.

"Go to hell!" Eren screamed jumping at Reiner hitting him across the face multiple times until finally Reiener hit him so hard that it knocked him out cold. Reiner began panting looking at you silelently telling you to follow him.

"Reiner look, it's the scouts!" Bertholdt yelled in in desperation gaining Reiner's full attention.

"Shit, looks like commander Erwin is a lot smarter than I thought." Reiner yelled jumping down twords you. "Get on my back sweet heart we need to go." He asked you holding out his hand. Part of you would like nothing more than to hold his hand and feel his body against yours. Except now he had betrayed you and your friends and there was no way in hell that you were going to let him take you, Eren, or Christa. So you took a page out of Eren's book and punched Reiner too. You were a lot better than Eren at hand-to-hand combat and this was the only thing you could think of. His nose began to bleed heavily and despite his best efforts, he was not as fast as you. You hit him anywhere you could thinking that if the fight lasted long enough the Scouts could get to you faster. However, your actions came to a painful halt as Bertholdt punched you in the back of the head knocking you out cold, just like Eren.

Reiner grabbed your unconcious body and securly held you to him with as much gentelness as he could. He hated seeing you so hurt and broken and vowed that no matter what he'd do whatever he could to make up for all of the mental strain he put on you, after all, he did love you. After some time flying through the forest, he turned into his titan form after handing you over to Bertholdt. He jumped down as Bertholdt and Ymir, who also assumed titan form, landed on his back after she went serching for Christa. Ymir then took her from her mouth causing Christa to cough.

Reiner ran as fast as he could trying to outrun the scouts, but they were too late. Commander Eriwn, along with a massive horde of titans, scouts, and MP's were coming twords them. All Reiner could do was brace for impact as he protected you, Eren, and Berthold underneath his armored hands and pray that Ymir was holding onto him tight as he smashed his way through the titans. And as scout by scout and titan by titan came at him trying to get you and Eren. Despite their best efforts, the scouts took you, Eren, and Christa back and Reiner had lost you and the coordinate. All he could do now is protect Berthold from the titans trying to eat them as he watched you being taken away from him on the back of Erwin Smith's horse.

Operation To Retake Wall Maria…

“You’re not going cadet.” Captain Levi commanded as you were getting ready to join your friends to retake wall Maria.

“Forgive me sir, but why the hell not?” You questioned him with clear anger.

“Calm down, Commander Erwin thinks you’ll be a liability. We already know that Reiner and Bertholdt wanted to take you back home with them. So it’s safe to say that they’ll try again. We simply can’t have that.” Levi reasoned

“Wouldn’t I be useful then, Sir?” You yelled still angry and confused at the situation.

“No, no offense to your skill but Erwin said so. That’s final cadet I don’t want to hear anything else about it.” He spat walking away from you because he didn’t want to continue arguing with you.

You were so furious at the commander but you knew deep down that he was right. That you would confront Reiner despite saying otherwise because what he did to you was unforgivable and you needed to know why. You desperately needed to know why Reiner was a Titan and what the hell he meant by “home town.” You needed answers and you only prayed that the scouts would be victorious so that you could receive some.

A few days later…

The scouts came back as they reetook Wall Maria. However, the casualties made it seem like thee was no win whatsoever despite the people of the walls rejoicing. Especially the people of Wall Maria as they would now be able to go home, including you.

The commander had died which made Hanji the new commander of the Scout Regiment. You were shocked to say the least, but you were glad that your friends survived. You asked Captain Levi about Reiner and Bertholdt and he told you what happened to them. Hearing that Armin nearly died and it was between him or the commander as to who would be come a Titan brought tears to your eyes. It was such a cruel choice and one that should have never have happened. Both should and deserved to live in your mind. Yet you remembered that this world is cruel and unfair. However, now with this victory the Scouts would now be able to venture further outside the walls than they ever have. You were excited to see the ocean and potentially see the world beyond. Little did you know about the dangers and hatred lurking not too far from your island home…

Three years later…

Three years without him. Three years of resenting him and hating him. Long nights filled with cries and nightmares from that day. Reiner was your rock and someone you always thought you could rely on. A lot of people throughout those three years thought that you were somehow a Marley spy, but that was soon forgotten as Hange made a public announcement about it. You needed answers for everything but more than anything you just wanted to see him, talk to him, and hold him. Because above all else, you still loved him.

You were now a high ranking official in the Scout Regiment. Your intelligence and experience helped you land the position. Especially with the recent developments with other countries. You had helped Hange and other become more diplomatic. While maintaining the idea that your island is still dangerous.

Now here you were on a boat, disguised as a tourist with a few friends and other me members of the regiment. You were tasked on getting intel on Marley. And so here you were feeling the wind blow your hair as the salty sea air filled your lungs. You felt peaceful despite the aching feeling in your heart. As Marley was Reiner’s homeland and there was a small chance that you would see him and that terrified you. You tried preparing yourself for it even taking to the commander on what to do if you should see him. But no amount of preparation could ever prepare you for the experience that lies ahead…

Thanks so much for reading💜 I apologize if the first part isn’t the best. I have better plans for the second one. Including flashbacks and more angst.

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[max-the-many]

I definately didn't regret this one...

When this guy hit me up, I really couldn't leave it be. Not the guy on the pictures, though, although, in a way, he is.

I don't know, if he really realized, that my stories really hadn't been just phantasie, but if not, he didn't hesitate to lean into that 'phantasy' anyways.

After some amount of chatting, he even agreed to meet and prepare further advancements.

As I arrived at his place, I already packed quite a bit of preparations, potions, herbs and various utensils, starting the same evening with some basic preparations of him including some kind of tea and chanting. I'm pretty sure that he still thought it only was some weiredass shit about playing out our phantasies, although he was quite impressed, when the chanting arose quite the tingle while making him dizzy.

"Holy shit, your going all in, are you?"

I do. And so did he. The next steps included some basic preparation of his neighbour. So I sent him to place several items along places his neughbour frequently asked after we prepared along with our little tea-ritual.

Next I needed him to get further, have his neighbour injest certain herbs. So after a session of baking and tea-brewing he went over, pretending to share some goodies for all his neighbours. To be safe he insisted to prepare similar stuff to actually give to other neighbours.

Although he still acted like all of that was just a gme I was pretty sure, that he understood, what really was happening, wishing it was true, hiding his insecurities like that, wheter it was conciou or subconcious.

Either way, we soon would get kneedeep in further advancements as now it was time to get fully into action.

"This potion will make him go unconcious. From there on, there is no stepping back. Are you sure you can do that?"

His eyes looked at me in slight hesitation. But with a gulp, he nodded.

So the very same evening he went over, me waiting with some distance.

As his neighbour opened the door I could only assume how he offered the strange liquid to his neighbour. And with some reserve, his neighbour seemed to agree. Or at least don't refuse.

Unexpectedly, the neighbour invited him in! So it was for me to wait what felt like ages until the door finally opened again.

It was my acomplice, waving to get me inside. I could see the sucess of his efforts right away, as two feet pearced out from the room next to the hallway. There he was, laying infront of the kitchen counter, my acomplice standing besides him, looking at me with questioning eyes.

"Nice. So let's head on. Here, take this" I said, handibh him over a tiny bottle I prepared days ago. "Drink it"

He shot down the dark liquid in one go, contracting his face as it didn't taste exactly pleasent. Meanwhile I dragged his neighbour in the middle of the room, placing some little bags around him "just to be save"

After a while I looked up to my acomplice "How do you feel?"

"I..." he startef, searching for words, lifting his hand in confusion, unable to put it into words.

"Nice. It feels.. light, doesn't it?"

He nodded

"Try to touch his hand."

He startled and I could understand him very well. This was a big step. Things were getting real very fast and though upto now he could pretend for it to be nothing but a game, now the weight of acttion was undeniable.

After another look at his hands he slowly went down on his knees, stretching his arm towards the hsnd of his neighbour. But at the moment when he should have touched his skin, he sank right through it.

He twitched, turned his head to me with wide eyes. But I just nodded.

"Go on. Lay down on him as if you would wannd cover him. Everythings fine."

And so he did, placing his knee on top of his neighbours hips to get in place, sinking in with hardly and resistance. Then he placed his hands on both side of him, pushed himself up to get in a king of push-up pose, aranging his feet ontop of those of his neighbour, or rather, in the same spot as they were. With a last look at me and another encouraging nod he lowered his body, wiggled his frame as he would at that point start to feel the body of his neighbour, his outlines, shifting his arms over those other ones and finally lowering his head into that of his neigbour.

I just sat besides him, watched the process in aw before I grabbed a bigger pouch out of my bagpack, starting to chant as I opened it, focusing with closed eyes as I pulled some of the white powder out that it contained.

My chanting changed as I opened my eyes, starting to sprinkle the white powder over their merged bodies, feeling the energy of the process while the body of my acomplice slowly vanished into the shape of his neighbour, increasing the intensity of my chants, breathing heavily as I noticed the chest of the body infront of me moving more and more in synchrony,deeper, faster until I exhaled in exhaustion.

I sat there for quite the moment, gathering myself, lowering my hands to the ground until I lifted them again, bringing them onto the back of that slowly bearhing body.

"You ok?" I said quietly as I pushed him gently.

It took another moment before he startet to move, pushed himself up with some resistance to turn his head towards me.

"Did it work?" he gaqve out weakly.

I couldnt help but smile.

"See for yourself"

I helped him up, him, already starting to realize the strange sensation, going step by step up to a mirror in the hallway. For a brief moment he just stared at the reflection, unable to say a word. Then he looked at me.

"This is..." he managed to give out before he startled, hearing the voice of his neighbour coming out of his own throat, seeing his reflexion, his neighbour moving as he did, him, beeing this handsome guy he craved so long to try and be.

Oh yes it is, I thought. And it would be much more than that as we progressed in some pretty amazing days, like you can maybe tell from some of those pictures we made along the way, keeping the more spicy ones for ourself, if you know, what I mean...

[dashyga]

@squidpedia hey mate i found your dog outside she's being weird can you come pick her up

[mutualcombat]

okay but hear me out,,,,, hear me out

Astarion with his pregnant Tav. The dominance and territoriality and just raw primal virility at being potent enough to do it in the first place since Dhampirs are like, not that easy to achieve??At first the only changes are the neediness for his touch, and how different she smells, smells so much and so overwhelmingly like him. The feeds become significantly heftier, because now he can taste the change, the surge of hormones, the fact that blood volume is increased if not doubled correct me if I’m wrong, so he just,,,,, gets more with less effort. It’s thicker and richer, nourishing not only him but also his offspring. Also would that make him susceptible to the same hormones and therefore,,,,, symptoms? Idk just a thought! Feeling depraved on main

Seeing this ask after taking a 5 hour nap is opening a spiritual fourth eye i didn't know I had.

Tangent: my headcanon is that dhampir pregnancies are very delicate because the babe is supping the host's blood unconciously and constantly (umbilical crazy straw lets fucking go boys), so Astarion would have to cease supping for a while, and eventually end up being the fed-upon himself.

Is this a ploy for me to draw Tav drinking his blood instead? Yes. Am I a nasty lil freak? Also yes. But I love this sort of thing because I think a mortal tav willing to put up with a pregnancy of this nature would be something that brings them and Astarion a lot closer together. Aside from his trauma, there's also his vampirism, and mortal tav accepting the facets of his vampirism casting shadows over their relationship is everything to him.

[lilahisntsadanymore]

A very long time ago, seriously maybe a year ago, one anonymous person requested:

hii i was wondering if you can do a request where the reader is with bonnie, but finn secretly likes her? reader is worrying and cleaning up bonnie after boxing and finn is kinda jelly

Hope you will enjoy it!

Pairing: Bonnie Gold x fem!reader, Finn Shelby being into reader

Words count: 2.1k

Warnings: none I think

Y/f/n - your father's name

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Actions & consequences

Y/n Y/l/n - Bonnie's biggest fan and supporter in his boxing career. Since they've met, she had never missed any of his matches, nor his sparrings and surprisingly he won every time. Of course, Bonnie believed his hard work and the effort he put into training were just a half of the reason why he kept winning.

"You're my lucky charm, did I ever tell you that?" Bonnie said, like he did many times before. And like many times before, it brought a smile upon Y/n's face.

"Maybe once or twice." Y/n joked. Obviously, there were definitely more than two times. "Could you stop talking for a moment, though? Please, just for the moment I take care of this cut."

Bonnie nodded his head and let Y/n do what she usually used to do after his fights.

They were at King Maine's gym. The trainer was talking to Bonnie's defeated opponent. They were standing by the door, far away from the winner and the girl, so his words were inaudible, but the way he was explaning something seemed to be aggressive, considering his rapid gestures. Not like Y/n would pay attention to anything the trainer was saying, even if she could hear him. She was busy cleaning up her boyfriend's cuts, because even the best fighters get hurt. You can't win a fight without getting a few cuts and Y/n didn't mind taking care of Bonnie's.

The boy was sitting on a chair with the girl straddling his lap, her clothed chest extremely close to his naked, sweaty one. In her hand, she had a wet cloth with which she washed the blood off of the boy's face. Bonnie's hands unconciously landed on Y/n's waist, putting a blush on the girl's face.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't- I don't know how it happened-" Bonnie apologized awkwardly when he realized, immediately taking his hands away. Now he was also blushing.

Despite dating for a while, it was the point of intimacy they haven't reached before. Especially not in a public place. Not like they cared if others see that, but it just didn't feel... natural for them. They were taking things slow.

"It's okay," Y/n assured, "you're my boyfriend, Bonnie, you're allowed to touch me." A giggle escaped her mouth.

"Oh, yeah?" Bonnie smirked playfully. "Then I assume I'm also allowed to do this." His hands were suddenly under Y/n's thighs and he stood up, picking her up.

Y/n laughed. She dropped the cloth on the floor as her arms went around Bonnie's neck, helping her not fall down. They kissed and both smiled through the kiss.

Suddenly, they heard someone clearing his throat. It made them stop what they were doing, Bonnie put Y/n back on the ground. They turned to face the person who interrupted them.

"Finn?" Y/n asked surprised to see her friend. "What are you doing here?"

"How long have you been standing here?" Her boyfriend added.

Finn looked at Bonnie with an angry stare, "long enough," then shifted his eyes to Y/n. "Tommy sent me."

Bonnie spoke before Y/n could open her mouth again. "Why wouldn't Mr. Shelby come here himself?"

"Because it's not about you, it's about her." Finn walked up closer to the couple. He gave Bonnie another hateful look. "'Besides I wasn't talking to you, was I?"

"And what could Tommy possibly want from me at," Y/n looked at the clock nearby, "seven in the evening?"

"Exactly, it's seven in the evening. Your father gave Tommy a call, asking him to ask me to walk you home."

"How did my dad know I'm here? You didn't tell him, did you?"

Y/f/n wouldn't expect her to be at the gym, because he didn't know she was dating Bonnie. He thought they were just good friends, like she was with the Shelby boys or Polly's son. Y/n didn't want her dad to find out she's dating Bonnie.

"We're covering for you... as always for the past few weeks." He really put an emphasis on that. "Tommy told him you were in the stables by Charlie's yard. Taking care of the horses."

"Thanks. I promise I'll tell him, but not yet. It's not the right time."

"Alright, sure," Finn didn't believe her, "let's go already, shall we?"

"No worries," Bonnie gave Finn a pat on the back, "I can walk her. I was going to anyway, you didn't have to bother yourself coming here."

Bonnie smiled kindly at Finn, he didn't quite realize that the youngest Shelby brother dislikes him. He's been acting like this since Bonnie had met him, so he thought that's just the way he is. He had no idea it's because of Y/n. Because of how quickly Bonnie stole Y/n's heart.

"Don't put your fuckin' hands on me," Finn pushed Bonnie away from himself, "unless you wanna fuckin' fight."

"Relax, we can spar sometime. When do you have time?"

"Even right now. Right here. Or we can go out, do it in the street. I don't care."

"Jesus, Finn! No fuckin' fighting." Y/n scolded her lifelong friend. "What happened to you? Did Arthur start giving you cocaine?" Met with silence on Finn's side, Y/n continued. "Alright, I guess it'll be me walking you home."

"And who's gonna walk you after you walk him?" Bonnie asked. "Remember about the vendetta. Your father helps Mr. Shelby, the Italians are after you also."

"I'm not a baby. You need to rest, it's a good idea I walk with Finn. Besides, we live close to each other."

Bonnie hesitated for a moment, but then agreed. "Okay. But I'll see you tomorrow morning, alright, love?"

"Alright, golden boy." With a smile on her face, Y/n gave her boyfriend a kiss that lasted a bit longer than she intended.

Finn cleared his throat again. "You'll see each other tomorrow, no need to be eating each other's faces."

Y/n said her final goodbye of the day to her boyfriend and then walked outside with her friend. Giving him a friendly bump to the arm, she asked, "Why have you been so stiff lately, Finn?"

The girl laughed, but her friend didn't seem to be in the right mood for jokes. He took a cigarette and put it between his lips, then lit it up.

"Why don't you see it?" Smoke left his mouth as he spoke.

"Why don't I see what?" Y/n was in a mood too good to notice there was something wrong with Finn. She hadn't noticed anything for the past few weeks.

He was disappointed. "Nothing..."

Finn took such a big inhale from his cigarette, that it made him choke and cough. The girl patted him on the back with a friendly laughter. As Finn fixed his posture and coughed for one last time, he offered his friend the cigarette.

"No, thank you." She refused. "I've stopped smoking 'cause Bonnie says-"

"This is what I'm talking about. Now you see what I meant? Bonnie does this, Bonnie says that. Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie. And where is there space for me?"

The words shoot out of Finn's mouth like bullets from a gun. He would never target Y/n with a real gun, but these bullets were meant to get into her brain. And maybe, hopefully, shoot some sense into it.

"Bonnie is my boyfriend, Finn, you can't blame me for hanging out with him or supporting him in his path."

"Do you hear yourself, Y/n?" The boy slightly raised his voice. "We've known him for the same amount of time, which is few weeks, and you speak of him like he's your husband."

"Don't raise your voice at me, Finn Shelby. We've known Bonnie for the same amount of time, yet you've always treated him like he's one of the Changrettas."

"Don't tell me when I can or cannot raise me voice. Are you surprised I treat him like this?!"

"Yeah, I am! He's on our side, Finn! You didn't even give him a chance!"

"No, I really mean, are you surpised?" He put emphasis on the last part of the question. "Lately you've been all over him! You barely spend time with me anymore."

"Once again, he's my boyfriend!"

"After a few weeks he's your boyfriend, huh? You've known me your whole life, but have you ever thought of me this way?"

Y/n opened her mouth, but no words came out. She didn't know what to say. Finn's eyes were piercing her. After a few seconds, she finally spoke. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what you've heard. How can you have feelings for someone you've known few weeks, meanwhile you've known me your whole life!"

"Excuse me? Have you ever put any effort into actually telling me you like me more than a friend?! Of course besides trying to make me jealous by flirting with other girls in front of me..."

Now Finn was the speechless one. She was right, he did all this just to make her jealous. How would she know? And why didn't it work, why didn't it make her fall in love with him? Isaiah said girls love men who hit on many women. He said the more jealous you make her feel, the more she wants you.

"That's right, Finn," Y/n continued, "I knew you're doing it on purpose."

"So..." Finn wasn't even sure what he wanted to say. He felt lost in his own thoughts. "Does it mean you're using the same technique on me? With Bonnie?"

"Please," Y/n scoffed, "I had feelings for you, I truly did. But I lost them, 'cause you were messing around with others. Bonnie doesn't make me feel like I have to compete with other girls."

Finn wanted to say something. Perhaps apologize, but it was too late for this. Nothing was Bonnie's fault, he didn't do anything. If Finn wasn't so stupid and didn't listen to Isaiah's advice, him and Y/n could've been something more by now.

They never stopped walking, so now they were almost by the door of Finn's home. By the time he found any words, they have reached the door.

"What now?" The boy asked, making Y/n scoff again.

"How about we keep things how they were before this conversation, except from now on you will tolerate my boyfriend and be nice to him?"

"But he-"

"No, I don't even wanna hear it. It were you and your actions that made me lose any romantic interest I had in you, Finn."

"That's not fair!"

"That's what you get for listening to Isaiah instead of using your own brain. Seems very fair to me."

Suddenly, the door of the flat opened and they saw Polly. She looked at them and raised her eyebrows. "Why are you chit-chatting outside? Come in, I'll make you some tea."

Y/n sent the woman a kind look. "Thank you, Mrs. Gray, but I was just about to go home. Actually, my dad called Tommy and Tommy told Finn to go get me, 'cause it was so late and-" She started babbling. It felt so weird to say no to tea offered by Polly, but Y/n stayed as polite as she could.

"No worries, Y/n," the woman smiled, "where were you so late in the evening?

Polly was curious, but she didn't want to pressure Y/n into answering. And Y/n didn't want to give her the honest answer. She knew what Polly thought of the Golds. Even if they were now working with them, Polly, and a few others, still saw them as savages.

"I was at the stables," Y/n said according to the excuse Finn told her.

"Yes, she was..." Finn added to purposely make her excuse sound less believable.

There wasn't a thing you could hide from Polly Gray. Even without what Finn said, she knew Y/n wasn't telling her the truth. She could sense it.

"Alright, you should head home then. You must be very tired." But who was she to force Y/n to spit out the truth? The girl had her own family to lie to. Whether they found out, was not Polly's business nor problem, as long as Y/n was safe. And the woman knew she was.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Gray, I'd love to come for tea another time," Y/n gave Polly one of her nicest smiles, "bye, Finn," and a pretty much emotionless bye to Finn.

Polly and Finn watched Y/n walk away. She did live nearby, a few flats away and was home in seconds.

"Whatever you've done to her, Finn, I hope you apologized. Or plan to do it."

[bubonicc-writing]

Some Nick Valentine going on a first Date headcannons. (Can be anybody you desire)

Nick is anxious for his first date. What to wear? All he has is his usual detective attire. He spends the next few days scavenging anything he can find in the usual abandoned houses. Sometimes he gets lucky and finds a decent shirt that isn’t stained or torn. He even gets lucky and finds a few ties fallen at the backs of damaged wardrobes.

He spends hours swapping one tie to the next in front of a mirror, not sure exactly which one looks best. The red one? No no maybe this black one, but wait it has a small tear in it. How about this striped blue one? Hmm too bright. And he continues to rotate through them. 

He does the exact same with the shirt he finds but makes no effort to find a different hat.

Finding an undamaged coat of anykind was practically impossible unless he went into a vault, and he wasn’t too interested in getting stuck again so his current coat would have to do.

Nick is nervous and taps the side of his whisky glass with his metallic fingers unconciously as he waits. An ashtray full of burned down cigarettes sits by his glass. He chainsmokes when he’s anxious.

When his date arrives, he stands and pulls out their stool for them.

It’s awkward at first because Nick has a tendency to try too hard but he settles over time.

When he gets flustered, he pulls the drim of his hat down to hide his face, but only for a moment. 

He walks his date home like a proper gentleman, and when he gets an appreciative kiss on the cheek, he swears his hat pops off.

He spends the night at his desk, a dopy smile on his face and the palm of  his good hand pressed against the cheek that was kissed.

[melkyt]

Aromantic experience I have been thinking about in a purely fictional sense, dialing up them dynamics

Luffy choses Law, he takes an effort and works to show his love in every moment, every gesture as he never experienced 'love' in a way that Sanji or Robin would describe it, he cares for Law, wants him to be happy, healthy and never leave, its almost an obsessive desire but love? He doesn't know. It doesnt feel that different then the effort he puts in to loving his friends but its different because Law loves him in a romantic sense, and Luffy does not mind, even wants to feel that way with Law even if sometimes he doesn't get it when people talk what love feels like to them

He likes whatever he does have with Law.

So here comes the angst.

There is a devil fruit user, sleeping beauty style that can make people fall into a deep sleep. That only a 'loves kiss' would wake them.

Luffy tries, he doesnt hesitate to kiss Law after he finds him, sleeping as if nothing ever went wrong, so peaceful, beautiful the way the light of the moon shines over damp hair.

Yet, it doesn't work. Luffy's love does not fit the rules of magic, not in how the devil fruit owner, who defines love, sees it. So it doesn't work

Luffy going on a rampage, determined to beat the shit out of the one who did this. If the cure or whatever doesnt work he will beat on the bastard until it does. They are weak, but they make skin contact and pull him into the dream world where they gave Law a deal

Luffy is not about listen to them, and tries to activate Haki but he is away from his body and it doesn't quite work. It will take him time to think different.

The DF owner threatens to kill Law if he doesn't stop. Who is faster? Luffy in breaking out of the dream or them killing Law.

Luffy stops, and they propose a deal. One where Luffy swaps places with Law, falls asleep and tests the theory if anyone loves him in a way that the DF user defines love, a black and white view that maybe nobody would fit, even those who understand the fluttering all encompassing emotion that love brings.

Luffy agrees, even if nobody loves him in that way, it doesnt matter. He will break out on force of will. There are people who care for him and trying to prove or define it in anyway is stupid, people are different and they all feel different things. The DF user has no fcking clue what it means to care or love!

So he says yes.

Falling into a deep sleep.

Law waking up to find debris all around them, broken trees, torn up ground and Luffy's unconcious body, his skin ashen. Law who has his own doubts about being loved holding him close, not sure what to do. Knowing that if Luffy does not wake up from his kiss will break a part of him. He thinks he feels for Luffy but what if that is a lie his brain conjured up because it is attracted to the sun?

He squeezes his eyes shut. Trying to focus his thoughts. He opens them again to study Luffy's face, he would call him an idiot and to just kiss him. So Law does, and Luffy stirs, with a bright grin. Content in the knowledge that Law loves him, and maybe their relationship is different from others, he will fight for the man he chose to love.

[roseapov]

In the tower

Obsessed Malleus x GN!Kidnapped Darling

Tw: Mentions of obsession, Dub/Non con, twisted thoughts, mentions of being Kidnapped

Povtober 2023, Day 2 [Masterlist]

The sound of the heels clicking on the black marble floor echoed through the corridor, as the king walked towards the highest tower in his castle.

The frown on his face slowly disappears, the closer he got to this particular, massive black doors with golden designs and several locks.

He took his sweet time, unlocking each of the locks, searching for sounds from the other side of the door. With his enchanted hearing he easily picked up on some ragged breaths inside the room along with panicked footsteps, he laughed in his mind.

The Fae King smirked to himself giving his 'lover' extra time to hide, after all if he were to find them after they hide, it would crush them even more than it already did, and if they got no will to leave, they will stay with him forever.

Malleus let out a dreamy sigh at the thought, eyes becoming cloudy from even more lovesick thoughts.

The door opened easily and the game of 'hide and seek' began. His slitted eyes roamed around the room briefly, already knowing where their darling went, hearing their fast heartbeat.

He pretended to pounder on their whereabouts for a moment and going into the opposite direction, when his darling thought they were safe and breathed a breath of relief, after seconds of holding it, he in a few quick strides stood right in front of them, with that smile of his.

He didn't wasted any time, enveloping his darling with his arms, pulling them as close as possible, their scent overwhelming his senses as he growled into their neck with delight.

It was such a long and tiring day without them by his side. The darling shivered under this action, halfheartedly trying to get away, knowing they won't be able to escape from his hold no matter how hard they try.

They were slowly giving in, giving up and Malleus couldn't be happier about it.

All these years of pursuing you, courting you, in his own twisted ways, finally paid off. His efforts haven't gone to waste. As more thoughts of this type started flooding his mind, his tail unconciously started quickly wagging and smacking the floor, as he snuggled even closer to your warmth.

His hands roaming through your body, his bright green eyes staring sharply into your own, making you squirm under their intensity as he laughed at your reaction, taking in all of you.

Your eyes, your face, your sounds, your reactions. Everything he had ever wanted was standing right before him, in his arms.

He wanted it all, and he will get it, after all dragons are really possessive over the things they own. There was no escaping this greedy dragon, as you were already in his shackles.

Your person, becoming his most important treasure, hidden safely in his tower.

Writing for yandere, obsessed Malleus felt so easy and right?? I can't explain it well enough, but it was one of the most pleasant things to write. Please feel free to give your opinions on my works and tell me where I can improve.

I hope all of you enjoyed it, See you soon!💚

~roseapov