#and the bug obsession with listening to anything they could get their hands on

[mouwrites]

hiiii i'm still obsessed with my matchup :)) could i request a head canon about the ninja + pixal cuddling their s/o / the reader pretty pls?

Yes ofc!! Good to see you again, friend! :D

Ninjago - Cuddling With The Ninjas (+ Pixal)

Jay

He’s a total cuddle bug

Whether you’re watching a movie or drifting off to sleep, he loves having you close

He actually sort of needs it too; it helps him relax, and lord knows this man needs to relax

It’s both the comfort of having you close and the sensation of physical contact that calms him down

He’ll usually be the one to come to you

If you’re just chilling, he likes to lean against you, his head on your chest or stomach while his arms wrap around your waist

He will melt if you play with his hair

He even requests you to do so sometimes

Sometimes he’ll vent while you cuddle, taking full advantage of the opportunity to unwind by blowing off some steam

He won’t get too riled up though

If you’re going to sleep, he prefers to be the little spoon

Or he’ll cling to your side like a koala, burying his face in your clothes

When that happens you’re trapped until morning, sorry

Maybe even a little longer, depending on how motivated he is to get up

You might hear him muttering things into your side

If you listen closely, you’ll hear your name and “I love you” / “you’re beautiful” / “I’m so lucky” / etc

Cole

He’s another major cuddler

It’s mostly when you’re relaxing that he likes to cuddle, though

He’s not too picky when it comes to positions

It kind of depends on who initiates the cuddles

If it’s him, he’ll grab you and pull you over to him effortlessly, trapping you in his lap or against his chest

If it’s you, he’s good with whatever you find comfortable :)

He likes to fiddle with your hair or hands while you cuddle

He presses chaste kisses on your knuckles and makes little braids in your hair (even if it’s super short)

He likes having you close when relaxing; it means he gets to share the moment with you as intimately as possible

Plus he likes holding you against him

It’s a little like a stress ball

On that note, he loves having you on top of him when he sleeps

Not just your head—no, your entire body

You’re like a human anxiety blanket

It’s certainly not unpleasant for you; Cole is as soft as a mattress when he relaxes, and much warmer

He’ll wrap his muscular arms around you, warming you up even more

He lays just like that, still as a rock until morning

Kai

He does like to cuddle, but not very often

He’ll be a little awkward if you try to initiate cuddles and he’s not feeling it, but he’ll indulge you anyway

He’ll just drape and arm around you and lean his head on yours

But if he actually wants cuddles, it’s usually late at night, in the privacy of your own room

He generally doesn’t mind PDA, but he reserves cuddles for private moments

It’s his chance to show you his softer side, not worrying about being tough or responsible or anything

Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces as you melt into each other’s touch

He usually doesn’t go for a specific position, he just goes with whatever feels right

He prefers to just lay there, rubbing each other’s backs

He only likes his hair to be played with if it’s already been washed for the night

He’s very particular about his hair

He doesn’t have a problem playing with yours, though

And he’s very gentle about it; he is a bit of a hair expert

Eventually you’ll drift off to sleep

You’ll wake up in a completely new position, but rest assured you’ll still be tangled together

Zane

He doesn’t really feel the need to cuddle

But you introduce him to it, finding calm moments to curl up together

You have to guide his limbs the first few times, but he catches on quickly

And he finds himself enjoying these moments

After a while, it becomes a ritual for him

Whenever you’re alone, or just relaxing, he reaches over and takes your hand, looking at you pleadingly

That’s his way of asking for cuddles

You’ll smile and wrap your arms around him, allowing him to situate himself as he pleases

He usually just reclines a little and puts his hands on the small of your back or your hips

He’s pretty stiff, but he’s comfortable, trust me

And he can adjust his body temperature to whatever temperature you ask

So you guys can cuddle in the middle of the summer, no problem

If you look up you’ll see him smiling, and that smile will only grow when he meets your gaze

He doesn’t like to cuddle when sleeping though

Partly because he knows it’s not very comfortable for you

But if you insist hard enough, he’ll consent to holding hands or letting you rest your head against his shoulder

Lloyd

Cuddles are pretty common with him

He just sees it as a comfortable way to relax with someone he loves, so he’s almost always cuddling you

If you’re in a more “public” space like the couch, he prefers casual positions like tangling your legs together or leaning against each other

He likes to squeeze your hand while you do this

Or play with your fingers, depending on how he's feeling

When you’re alone, your cuddles get more intimate

He likes to bury his face in you, whether that be your belly, chest, side, back, etc

He doesn’t really have a preference between holding you and being held

His breathing slows and his grip will slowly relax around you

Eventually he falls asleep; he just gets so comfortable

Sometimes he won’t bury his face though, and he’ll talk to you instead

It’s an intimate moment, so he takes advantage of it to tell you things

Doubts, secrets, worries, it’s all on the table

When he’s finished he’ll listen to what you have to say in turn

Then he’ll smile and bury his face in you, drifting off to sleep like usual

Nya

She's pretty ambiguous when it comes to cuddling

She doesn't like to cuddle excessively, but she can still accommodate you if you're a big cuddler

Sometimes she likes to hold you, sometimes she likes to be held

It just depends on her mood

Cuddles are a display of affection for her, both in the giving and receiving sense

That's why she switches between holding/being held

She has no problem asking for cuddles when she's in the mood

She'll literally grab your arms and wrap them around herself while she cozies up to you

Or she'll wrap an arm around you, pulling you against her and letting you adjust yourself

Kind of like Kai, she's not a huge fan of getting her hair played with, but she'll gladly play with your hair

She'll do little styles then undo them, combing her fingers through your hair to smooth it out again

When you're sleeping, she likes to spoon

She'll swap between big and little spoon; though she's slightly more inclined to be the little spoon

When she is the little spoon, she'll wrap her hands around yours, holding them gently against herself

That way you can feel her heartbeat :)

Pixal

She's the least receptive to cuddling out of the bunch

Even when you show her how, she doesn't get it

What she does understand is that it seems to make you happy though

And she's more than willing to do anything that makes you happy

So sometimes she'll try to be the one to initiate it, particularly when she sees that you're unhappy

You'll have to do the initiating most of the time though

Her efforts are stiff and unnatural at first, but they improve with time

She learns what you like and adapts accordingly

She doesn't like the actual cuddles so much as she likes seeing you all relaxed, a languid smile curving your lips

She'll try to make idle conversation with you while you cuddle

She finds the silence awkward

(Yet another reason she doesn't understand cuddling)

But she'll understand if you're just tired and you want to relax/sleep

She takes it as a compliment that you can fall asleep with her, despite her not fully grasping the whole "cuddling" concept

So in a way it is pretty fulfilling for her, just not in the way you'd expect

Thank you for this request!! And thanks for reading, take care lovelies! <33

(divider by sardadika)

[cultofdixon]

Matchmaker Grimes

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Carl Grimes’ Older Sister!Reader • Carl saw how close you and the archer were getting and thought he (with a little help from dad) he can get the two of you together • SFW/Smol Angst • TW: Anxiety

Requested by: Anon

“Y/N, mind doing me a favor?”

“If it’s something stupid I won’t do it Carl” Y/N scoffs in a playful manner to show her brother she wasn’t serious about turning down whatever it may be. Even if the silence wasn’t going to get her to do what he wants of her. “Dude. Spit it out”

“Shit, sorry. Mind checking the snares? Dad asked me to ask you”

“Then why did you phrase it in wanting me to do you a favor?”

“I panicked and forgot that dad asked me to ask you. I just remembered that it was him asking—-“

“You’re scrambling. But yeah I’ll go take care of it” Y/N shooed him away so that she could get ready in private, even if the blanket curtain for a cell door wasn’t enough privacy.

As the eldest Grimes sibling made her way outside the gates of the prison to check the snares for her father. She noticed the archer setting up new ones after re-setting up the old ones.

Daryl looked up when he heard a throat clear, finally noticing Y/N as he straightens up. “Uh. Rick asked me—-“

“Oh, funny. My dad asked me to do it…too” Y/N tried not to be so nervous around the archer when talking to him.

“I could use a hand though, so you’re perfect—-“ Daryl himself was nervous around the eldest Grimes sibling. “I-I mean it’s…perfect. You…you can help. Yeah”

While that was happening, Rick was currently on watch as he had a pair of binoculars checking the parameter from his tower and more specifically watching the two take care of the snares. They were getting quite a bit of game and while they were out they took care of a few walkers that threatened the fence.

“Anything?” Carl questions the moment he arrived as Rick handed the binoculars to his son.

“Yea know I can’t hear anything right?”

“No shit dad!”

“Language”

“Whatever. I just wanna know if they are talking to each other. I don’t gotta hear what they’re saying” Carl states looking into the binoculars checking on the two himself.

As Y/N finished setting up the last snare she noticed Daryl staring into the prison but more specifically the watch tower. She brought herself to stand beside him curious to what he was looking at.

“Why does your brother have binoculars?”

“Cuz he’s a weirdo. I don’t know” Y/N watching Carl put away the binoculars by shoving them into his dad’s side.

“It’d be weirder if he had one of those…uhhh…”

“A listening device? Aren’t they called bugs?”

“I was thinkin’ the microphone things cops had in old cop films. For spyin’” Daryl adjusted his crossbow on his back as Y/N crosses her arms watching her family scramble in the watchtower.

“I miss movies”

“Yea had a favorite film?”

“Guess” Y/N smiles at Daryl watching his expression soften while in thought.

“Were yea one of them twilight girls?”

“Ew no” She laughs at the guess as Daryl felt a twitch of a smile Grace his face when hearing her laugh. “Lori was obsessed with the books. But as for my favorite movie, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”

“Jim Carrey fan?”

“No, I just really enjoyed the film. I could probably recite it by heart I’ve seen it a lot” Y/N started to make her way back to the main gates with Daryl following shortly behind while carrying the catches the traps caught.

“Uhm…think yea could recite it to me like…sometime or whatever”

“Sure, after dinner?” Y/N’s smile he will take to memory. She watches him nod with a hint of his smile peaking out. “Cool”

The night came in and dinner was made with the rabbits they’ve caught in the snares. It was put into a stew with some of the vegetables they grew in the gardens. Some of the people were eating outside and some were inside…Carl found himself sitting outside at the table with his dad and baby sister with the Greenes and Rhees. He was watching Y/N talking to Carol at another table with Daryl sitting with them.

“Carl”

Carl quickly snapped back to the table he was at seeing a few laugh at his attention being elsewhere.

“Sorry what?”

“You gotta eat, son” Rick laughs a bit as he held Judith giving her a bottle. “We’re running out of formula”

“She should be able to start takin’ solids soon but in mush form. We do have carrots coming in” Hershel adds his input as he enjoys the dinner.

“Think we should have a run set up. Just a quick one to see if there’s anymore formula out there before weening her off”

“Glenn and I—-“

“Y/N and Daryl don’t have morning watch tomorrow. They can go on a quick run. I’ll go tell them” Carl quickly got up from his seat making his way over to their table.

Glenn couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him catching everyone’s attention at their picnic table. “Sorry sorry”

“What it’s cute that he’s trying to set them up” Beth was quick to add as that caught Rick’s attention instantly.

“Y’all know what he’s doing?”

“It’s obvious”

“And boy are those two oblivious” Maggie smiles at the two before turning back to her table failing to contain her laughter. “Glenn and I have tried before. But we honestly thought you’d have a problem with it”

“Or it’ll blow up in our faces because it’s the apocalypse and locking the two in an abandoned house can lead to a walker being shoved out a window” Glenn avoided eye contact as that would explain the time Y/N had to get stitches. “Ruined the mood”

“I don’t have a problem with it.“ Rick states setting the bottle down and getting up from his seat to take Judith inside. “I’d only have a problem if he hurts her”

A few hours passed and everyone was inside for the night, Daryl was getting off his watch about to light a cig when he noticed Y/N sitting alone outside. He quickly discarded the cigarette while making his way over to her in the fields.

“Hey”

Y/N looks up from her lap giving Daryl a tired smile before returning her attention onto the book she had in her lap.

“You okay?” He asks bringing himself to sit with her hearing a ‘Mhm’ as a response. “Mind if I sit with yea?”

“Not at all” she smiles watching him the best she could given the barely any light from the solar powered lantern she found from the last run.

Daryl brought himself close bringing his attention to the pictures she was fiddling with hidden in the pages.

“Who’s that?”

“My mom with Lori, then this one” Y/N handed one over to Daryl as he brought it more toward her lantern to get a look. “Carl and I when I was moving out”

“Yea look happy…how’d these manage to survive this long? If yea don’t mind me askin’”

“I know how to take care of my shit” Y/N laughs dryly being handed the photo back as she put it back in a small copy of Flowers for Algernon. No correlation, just know her dad or brother would pick up the book. “My coat has an inside pocket big enough to hold the book I keep them in. Only take it off to sleep so it’s always on me”

“Smart. Kinda like the vest I’ve got. It’ll stay intact as long as it’s with me.”

“The wings suit you by the way. Being a guardian angel of sorts” Y/N smiles listening to him scoff followed by a short lived chuckle. “Ever gonna trust someone to wear them? You do trust Carol to clean it”

“Eh she just showed me how to take care of it. To avoid the wings tearing off…but yeah I’ve got someone in mind, I’d trust to wear’em”

“Oh yeah?” Y/N smiles at the archer not getting an answer of who as the silence grew slightly between them before she took a risk bringing herself beside him resting her head on his shoulder. “They must be pretty special”

She is Daryl tensed at first contact but relaxed after a second watching her curl into his side.

The morning came and Y/N stepped out of the watchtower from taking over Maggie’s morning shift ending just in time to go on the quick run with Daryl. He sat on his bike listening to what they needed to look for from Rick as he brought his attention to Y/N approaching.

“So you know what to—-“

“Get. Now you get” Daryl gestures with his head for Rick to leave as he gave him a confused look before turning to his daughter coming over and left with an amused chuckle escaping him.

Daryl straightens up gripping onto the helmet in his hands as Y/N instantly beams at the archer.

“You look ready”

“Oh I—If you ain’t I can—“

“No I’m good. I’m ready” She continues to smile as Daryl handed her the helmet. “Now why do you have this for me but not yourself?”

“You’re sitting behind me, sunshine. Can’t have yea getting brain damage falling off”

“Hey this isn’t my first time riding yknow”

“Oh?” Daryl smirks bringing himself forward so that Y/N can hop on once she got her helmet secured. “Wouldn’t have pegged yea to be the rebellious type with a dad like that”

“Mm I got away with a lot” Y/N giggles to herself about to wrap her arms around Daryl when she turned back to find Rick looking at the two. “CAN YEA GET THE GATES OLD MAN?”

The archer couldn’t help himself by laughing at her words as his mind drew a blank instantly when she wrapped her arms around his torso.

“Old man really?” Rick comments with a bit of a snicker while passing to get the gate.

Soon the two were off and Carl brought himself to the gates once they closed.

“I’ve got a plan if this doesn’t work”

“I bet yea it will given it’s just them”

“Yeah well. I’m still gonna do my plan and it’s about tonight’s night shifts. Daryl is right after Y/N’s.”

“I’m listening” Rick started to walk back to the prison listening to his son’s plan, knowing part of it will probably not matter given these two being alone now?

Gives them enough time to say something

Or

Do something Daryl thought as he follows Y/N through a mini grocery watching her take everything that would benefit their group. Still keeping an eye out for what Rick asked Daryl to find.

“Hey uh Y/N I—-“

“I love you” Y/N blurted to Daryl as she was taking her own chances but when he didn’t respond right away, she decided to scramble and head further into the building. “Sorry!”

“Nah wait” Daryl quickly followed after her through the market as she always managed to get further ahead. “Y/N Damn it! Stop runnin’ from me please” he finally managed to cut her off as it led to her practically running into him.

“Shit sorry—“

“No I’m sorry, Y/N. Shit yea caught me off guard a moment ago—-“

“Yeah I get that and I totally get it if you don’t—-“

“Stop!” Daryl snapped, murmuring a few apologies when it caused her to flinch. He held her shoulders watching her eyes avoid his as he gently held her chin with his right hand making her look at him. “Yea caught me off guard. I-I was gonna say the same…just Uhm. Never thought you’d feel the same way”

“I…” Y/N exhaled a small laugh before bringing her hands to carefully hold his face. “I just wanted a moment alone with you to tell you and felt that something has been pushing me to this.”

“I felt that too” Daryl brought his hands to rest on her hips bringing her close. “I…fuck, you beat me to it earlier” he chuckles lightly smiling, simply enjoying her laugh and feeling her hands move to behind his neck. “But god I love yea. I love you so much”

“Kiss me then, Dixon” Y/N smiles as the archer didn’t hesitate to bring his lips against hers loving every part of her even more keeping her close.

“Yea think they’ve gotten into some trouble?” Rick asks Hershel as it’s been hours. What was supposed to be a quick run, turned into them being gone for hours.

“Are you worried about your daughter? She’s proven to be strong enough to care for herself, Rick. And Daryl’s with her.”

Rick continued to pace the gardens while Hershel kept the upkeep on their veggies being a listening ear to his friend’s concern.

“I should go out there”

“Yea shouldn’t. If they don’t surface tomorrow, then a few of us can go look for them.” Hershel grabbed some mulch from his bucket and started to place it in the soil when he brought his attention to the familiar roar of Daryl’s bike. “Don’t have to send a party out” he states watching Rick sprint over to the gates.

“The fuck happen to a quick ru—-Where’s my daughter, Dixon?” He only ever used Daryl’s last name when he was pissed and the conversation included Y/N.

“Are you blind?” Daryl scoffs bringing his bike to its usual spot as Rick quickly turns to the car coming through having Y/N in the drivers.

As the car pulls in and Y/N stepped out after parking it, Rick instantly grabbed her into a hug out of sudden anxiety for her safety as she awkwardly pats his back wanting him to stop.

“I didn’t die”

“You gotta stop saying that” Rick sighs pulling away and checking her for injuries as she gently pushes him back. “Sorry”

“You worry too much, old man. But look at what we brought back” Y/N gestures for him to check out their findings in the trunk and as she listens to Rick being grateful that they decided to stick outside the walls longer to get more of what they need, she looked over to Daryl seeing him crouched by his bike checking it out after the ride looking over to her.

The archer shot her a smile as she returned it followed by a wink before turning to her dad talking about the blankets they found and giving them to the kids they have at the prison. While all that happens, Carl who stood by the entrance to their cellblock from the outside, noticed their small exchange and quickly went to Daryl knowing his sister wouldn’t hear what he’s about to say.

“You break my sister’s heart and I end you” Carl suddenly stated to the man who gave him a confused look before he could fully take in what he said.

“I’ll never break your sister’s heart”

“You better. Cuz I’m fucking serious” Carl crosses his arms. “I will end you”

Daryl scoffs as he removes one of his knifes from their slot handing it to Carl and with his normal serious tone.

“If I ever, EVER, do wrong by your sister? You know exactly what to do with that”

And on that note Daryl went to help his girl and Rick with unloading the goods from the “new” car they brought. Carl stood there watching and fiddled with the knife in his hand. Knowing he’s never gonna have to use it.

[yanderes-galore]

Light yagimi (Death Note) Platonic Hcs maybe with a classmate darling 🪲 [Shiny Bug Anon]

Sure, it's been a long time since I wrote anything for Death Note. Here's what I got after watching a summary of the anime events :)

Yandere! Platonic! Light Yagami with Classmate! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, God complex/Egotistical behavior, Manipulation, Murder, Jealousy, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Blackmail mantioned, Forced companionship.

Having Light as an obsessive friend is a... Scary thought.

He's popular among classmates and adored by his family.

He's a genius and before the whole Death Note issue... He seemed like a normal classmate to you.

With the ideal Light has once he gets the Death Note, he's definitely use them to his advantage when it comes to you.

Imagine if during High School you two became friends due to sharing classes together.

Light's charismatic so you may never notice the egotistical messiah complex he gains.

Any dark thing he does is hidden away from your eyes.

He acts as your caring best friend, always giving you smiles and sticking around you.

He seems perfect... There's nothing wrong, is there.

Light seems like he'd be very devoted to his obsession's safety.

He has the power of a God in his hands, he'd definitely abuse it for his darling.

For example, maybe you come crying to him one day about something.

He's confused only for you to admit you've been robbed, assaulted, or some other crime.

Light would definitely make sure whoever did that died immediately.

He's unnerving as any yandere due to the fact he can manipulate so well.

With the Death Note he's even proven to be ruthless.

You and him are close friends and classmates, of course he's extremely attentive to you.

Light no doubt keeps track of your every move.

Even before you became official friends he seemed drawn to you.

Somehow Light's always where you need him to be.

He's often always around and almost seems possessive of you as his friend.

You're purely platonic yet he seems too... close.

Light originally only kills criminals who harm you/are active around you.

Although, as time goes on, he just seems to kill whoever he deems as a danger to you.

I imagine he tries to hide his true nature from you, yet if you find out too much he blackmails you into staying quiet beside him.

Sure, he may be Kira... But he's done nothing but protect you, hasn't he?

However, he's manipulative enough you might not find out.

After all, at school he's compassionate and helpful to you.

Ryuk no doubt finds Light's concern over you amusing.

Even when he's "dating Misa" he's overly caring about his classmate and best friend.

There's times he just seem to act as a caring older brother to you, always seeming to get along well with family.

He's always judging if you have partners or not, trying to deem them trustworthy.

He's another strong yandere when he has the Death Note.

He could easily get rid of rivals, all while tending and caring to you with a compassionate attitude.

There's no need for him to kidnap as he likes to keep appearances.

He has other ways of keeping you locked into supporting him.

If someone tried to use you against him, Light would be pissed.

Yet he'd never harm you.

Normally he kills those who could expose him.

But he just knows you won't talk.

You trust him too much.

Even when you've graduated and aren't classmates anymore, Light still keeps you close and in contact.

He often calls you, asks you about your day, and could listen to you talk for hours.

He wants you to be close with his family so they can support his obsession.

Overall, Light would put on acts around his classmate darling.

You easily trust everything he says as he's not only popular but your friend.

You're mostly oblivious to his killings and his stalking.

A trait he pities yet exploits.

But hey, that's okay!

He'll be sure to protect and preserve such an innocence... You two are close!

With his help... You'll be happy and safe in the new world he plans to create.

"What did you say happened to you? Tell me... I'll make it all better. It's what friends are for, right? Now give me a name...."

[chilschuck]

woahhhh you should totally write about chilchuck dealing with a reader whos obsessed with bugs and keeps annoying him with them ahahaaaa twirls my hair

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ HERE IT IS. FINALLY. i know you wanted me to reply to the other ask for this but i thought having this one would make more sense. happy i could finally get this out for you!!

— CHILCHUCK: x gn!reader who likes bugs hcs.

꒰ warnings: ꒱ ment of bugs & insects!! reader is really into entomology. sfw + sweet n’ fluffy!

꒰ wc: ꒱ 575

✦ sorry this isn’t super long, i’m in the middle of finals week so i’m struggling creatively rn. :”))) i can write more for you after this is over fr!!

✦ You decided to venture down to the beginning levels of the dungeon for one reason only: entomology research. The dungeon, rich with all kinds of monsters, had attracted you to its depths for a chance to discover more than you could just on the surface.

✦ Meeting Chilchuck was an added perk. Coming across Laios’ party at the upper levels was the best thing that could’ve happened to you at that moment. Now you had a party to explore with, and even a half-foot to aggravate.

✦ And oh, how easy it was to irritate him. You’d scoop up anything that you’d find and immediately show it off to him. At first, he’d give you an unamused look and tell you to cut it out, afraid just what you’d picked up this time.

✦ Except when you started telling him about it. You’d find a treasure insect or point out a cleaner at work, giving him all the facts you knew. Occasionally he’d actually listen to you talk, finding it almost… relaxing?

✦ It wasn’t that he was completely uninterested, but you had started to grow on him the more you shared what you knew. Hearing you speak about the insects you have on the surface and how you cared for them definitely made him curious. He never knew so much time and dedication went into stuff like that.

“Look at this one, Chilchuck!” In your hand was an insect you had come across on the floor your party decided to rest on. With excited eyes, you began pointing out all the parts, their functions, and even what purpose they served in the dungeon.

For some reason, Chilchuck found that sparkle in your eye when you chattered away to be… endearing, almost. He couldn’t help but feel the corners of his mouth tug into a smile, encouraging you to keep going. After all, this was what you were passionate about. Unlike Laios’ obsession with monsters, your knowledge didn’t make you seem sick in the head; it made you unique.

✦ Chilchuck soon would find himself pointing things out to you and asking questions of his own. Maybe about what that particular insect was, what it did, maybe if it was rare or not. And more than happily, you answered him in kind.

✦ Even if you drove him crazy sometimes with shoving something in his face, he found that your presence was comforting. Having someone else here besides Laios (or even Senshi) that knew about some of the dungeon’s creatures was nice. You two would even entertain each other by sharing things you knew about insects on the surface or in the dungeon. (Not that he knew much...)

✦ Sometimes he’d even have you talk to him at night while the rest of the party got ready for bed. It wasn’t that your words put him to sleep, it was more that your voice had begun to bring him comfort. Chilchuck could feel his eyes growing heavy when you told him about some of the insects you liked on the surface, and soon enough you had managed to lull him to sleep with just the sound of your voice.

✦ Eventually you’d probably be able to get him to actually hold something. Maybe he’d see that look in your eyes again and swallow down his pride, holding out his hands to whatever you found this time. That happy look on your face made it all worth it.

[angel-kyo]

Pay it no mind

Part XXIV

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself. Drinking is mentioned, and there is a bit of cussing. I'll admit Satoru does not look good in this one, neither does reader honestly, but thanks for bearing with me.

Previous: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI, Part XII, Part XIII, Part IV, Part XV, Part XVI, Part XVII, Part XVIII, Part XIX, Part XX, Part XXI, Part XXII, Part XXIII

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Ping.

Satoru heard the notification sound from your phone, which had been left unattended on the table in the teacher’s lounge, but he did not pay attention to it.

Ping.

You had gone to the restroom, and he was watching videos on his phone. In fact, he had found a funny video to show you when you came back.

Ping.

Whoever it was probably had a lot to say though.

Ping.

Satoru took his eyes off his phone and looked at yours.

It started ringing, then stopped.

Could that be something urgent? Satoru knew how to unlock your phone; you had showed him. You could access his phone too, although none of your ever used each other’s phone without asking first, but if it was urgent, he should maybe take a look.

He grabbed it.

4 new messages. 1 missed call.

Haruki: I did not want to say anything before, but I’m sorry if I weirded you out last night when I called you. Haruki: I was emotional and talked too much. Haruki: The whole thing with my father makes me drink more than I should and do things I should probably not do, and it’s… well, you know. Haruki: But I don’t regret it at all.

Satoru thought he did not need to read that. It looked like Ikeda had some family issues he vented to you about.

However, even if he did not want to, he could almost sympathize with the guy.

“Is that my phone?” you asked, reappearing before Gojo.

He stretched his arm out so you would take the phone he was still holding. “It was ringing.”

A moment later, your words confirmed what Gojo thought. “It’s Haruki… His father has been bugging him for money, but he does not really want to see him again.”

Gojo recalled you had told him something about how complicated his relationship with his father was.

I guess it makes sense he wants a friend to call, someone who will listen to him.

Not that he could make peace with you being that friend just yet, but he knew better than to say that aloud, so he hummed in response.

“Must be tough for him.”

***

Now that he looked back on it, that had happened two weeks ago, the morning he had returned to Japan only to find out that you would be clocking in late that day.

He had wondered what your friend could have said to "weird you out". What was the thing he did not regret? Why had you left the room to give him a call after that?

Satoru had tried, really tried to live with the fact that Ikeda was your friend, a friend that might have called you being wasted out of his mind to complain about the awful father he had. That was the explanation he had given to himself.

He never imagined you would have gone out to drink with the guy, maybe even spent the night with him, and then what? Eaten breakfast at his place just before clocking in at work to greet your obliviously hopeful best friend, if he could still consider himself as such, as if nothing had happened?

To think Satoru, overworked and sleep deprived as he had been after that trip, had wanted to get back to work immediately to see you...

He felt stupid.

“Are you okay?” Satoru heard you ask hesitantly.

He took his eyes off his reflection to briefly look at you. “What are you doing here?” he asked, moving to wash his hands for the third time.

You watched him hold his hands underneath the water stream, not really moving them.

So he still does that.

When he was younger, Satoru sometimes did that as a ritual to calm himself when he felt anxious. You could not remember the last time he had done it in front of you.

“You did not come back to the table, and Shoko said you looked pale when you left.”

And I’m afraid I know why.

“If you want me to call her to check in on you, I’m sure I can convince her to come into the men’s restrooms.”

Satoru knew those words were only meant to try and walk around the elephant in the room, or should he say the elephant that was sitting back at the table?

He grabbed a paper towel. “I’m fine. You should go back.”

You were standing from a distance but still saw his jaw tighten. “Aren’t you coming back?”

“What for?” he asked, throwing the used paper sheet into the bin.

“They already served the dessert, and…”

“What am I doing here, [name]?” Satoru’s eyes connected with yours.

What do you mean? You asked to come.

That is what you were going to tell him, but he did not let you.

“Is it true?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing, the ghost of an expression he almost never showed to you. “That night you went drinking with him, where did you sleep?”

Now that was a tricky question.

“At his place, but…”

Satoru’s face contorted into a broken smile and the forced laugh that escaped his mouth echoed through the empty stalls. “Of course.”

“Let me expla-”

“And? Was the breakfast worth it?” His venomous tone was not something you were used to.

You frowned. Was he really implying that? Did he really think that was the kind of person you were?

“I get that what he said sounded weird, but that’s… I can’t believe you’re asking that.”

“I can’t believe you’re not answering,” he replied dryly.

You took a step closer. “Satoru, what do you think happened between him and me?”

“I have no fucking idea.” The sternness of his words made you take that step back. “Because you did not even mention going out with him while I was gone, let alone that you spent the night at his place. Oh, but I’m sure that whatever happened he does not regret it at all, because that’s what he told you, isn’t it?”

What was he talking about now?

“What do you mean? Why would you say…?”

“Is that my phone?”

“It was ringing.”

The realization left you stunned. “You read our conversation?”

You were not expecting that. Knowing that Satoru was nosy at times was one thing. That he had actually violated your privacy and read a conversation from your phone without telling you was another one.

“Can you believe I almost felt bad for him? But why should I? He has you to comfort him in his oh-so-many hardships. What a lucky bastard...”

“Gojo, stop right there.”

He wanted to. Satoru really wanted to stop talking now before saying anything that would hurt you both, but he did not think he could. He had held it in for too long.

“No, don't Gojo-me. You did not tell me to stop before.” His eyes were burning blue.

The blue part of a flame is the hottest spot.

You could not remember who had told you that, but for the first time, it made sense, because it felt like Satoru was burning you under his gaze.

“No, scratch that... You told me to stop once, and I was foolish enough to think you needed time, that I was rushing you, but that was not it, was it? You had already made up your mind. You just did not have the guts to tell me.”

This was a side of Satoru that you were not sure of how to handle; your arguments were never like this; they could be ugly, yes, but it was never him yelling and reproaching while looking this agitated. He usually kept his emotions in check; you just lacked the experience seeing him like this.

What was that thing Suguru said once? That those who felt deeply will love you and hate you the same? That their love and their wrath was equally dangerous, or something like that?

Satoru’s agitated breath was all you could hear for a second, but then, as if regaining strength, he continued. “Tell me, did you ever think of him when you kissed me?”

Even before he finished the question, you had started shaking your head. "Of course not! Satoru, just let me explain. It’s not what you think, and I’ve never…”

“Now you are talking!” He advanced quickly towards you. “Yes, please, [name], please do explain what’s going on.” He was not exactly yelling, but he had raised his voice again, more than in any other argument you could recall, but it suddenly dropped. “What’s this? You play house with me Monday through Friday and fuck him on the weekends?”

“We are not playing house,” You were trying to avoid shouting, but it still came out sharper than you had intended.

“But you are fucking him.”

“I’m not!” That was it, you could not avoid shouting at him anymore. “Stop, just shut up. You know it’s not like that. He’s my friend, and you…”

“Then answer me, what are we playing at? Because I’m also your friend, right?! But looks like that’s all I’ll ever be, the friend that has to sit back and watch the person he loves fall in love with someone else. What a freaking great game, but guess what? I don’t want to play anymore.”

He had it all wrong and that irked you that he did not want to listen, but at the same time, it was breaking your heart to hear him. Was that how he had felt all this time?

You tried to touch his face to wipe away the tear that was about to fall down, but he pulled back. “Don’t… Don’t touch me. Just pick. It's him or me.”

What?

One look at your expression, and Satoru understood why he had put off asking you for a definitive response for so long. Maybe, deep down, he knew you could not pick him; he was flawed, he was selfish, he was always too late.

When you were younger, you had not been able to pick his friendship over Ikeda’s. This was just the same, was it not?

No, this hurts much worse.

“Satoru, I…” you started saying, but he shook his head and interrupted you…

“You seriously can’t, can you? You know… You were right, I’m selfish” he pointed to the door, “I’m nothing like Mr. Perfection out there, with the magazine face, corporate job, and just mundane problems..."

At some point, Satoru had given in and tried to get some intel on who the great Haruki, who had had you head over heels, was, but what he had found was just an average man that was perfect in everyone's eyes. In a way, that was worse than finding dirt on him.

"He may be a fucking saint, and I’m selfish all you want, but you…” the finger that had been pointing outside was now pointing at you “You are cruel beyond repair, and I’m an idiot for falling in love with you.”

He had lowered his voice, but the atmosphere could be cut with a knife, and his words certainly sliced it through.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” a young man, a waiter called behind you. “I’m afraid your… Umm… conversation is preventing some customers from coming in. May I ask that you continue this somewhere else?”

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Note: No notes today, just my love.

Thanks for reading!

Next: Part XXV

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[tan1shere]

You just started my newfound Miko obsession 😭

Can you maybe do a drabble with reader also being Puerto Rican, but she grew up not learning Spanish (literally my life 😫) and Miko teaching her cute little phrases and just being sweet with her lil no sabo gf

She teaches you Spanish

Young Miko x Puerto Rican female reader !

A/n: Ahh you're a sweetheart I'm so glad and I sure can ml !! Now heads up I know absolutely nothing apart from maybe a few words in Spanish so please my beautiful people correct anything that's wrong if I mess this up .. Google translate isn't always correct 😃

Warnings - none, just fluff !

Masterlist

Was it weird you grew up in Puerto Rico yet you knew zero Spanish. Maybe a little, it bugged you if you were honest but that went away the day Miko said she'd teach you a little bit.

She had just come home from being in the studio all day. You were on the couch, honestly excited for the little lessons she was about to teach you. She sets her bags down and comes over to you. "Hi Mami." She greets, sitting down and bringing your legs over her lap. "Hi baby. Good day?" You asked. "Not bad, not bad. You ready?" You nod at her question. "Where do we start."

"Well we could start with counting? Think that'll be easy so far?" You nod yet again, sitting up a bit. Preparing for this, counting couldn't be hard right? "Uno, is one." She began, you listen carefully trying to get everything right. You repeat after her. "Good! That sounded good ok, dos."

And so on and so on. You nailed them, that was until she started firing sentences at you. "tu eres mi mundo-" "woah woah, slow down." You giggle, she laughs along with you. "Should i say it slower?" "Yes, dumb it down for me." She laughs more. "Ok, say tu. But the way I do not like two." You nod as she says that, saying it exactly how she did. Eventually putting the whole thing together. "Tu eres mi mundo?" She smiles wide. "Yes!! You got it, wooo." She grabs your hands. "What does it mean." She just shrugs with a cheeky grin.

"You didn't cuss me out or anything right?" She shakes her head. "Course, not!" She says way too enthusiastically. Your eyes squint. "I'm kidding mi Chica. I just said you are my world." A smile was brought to your face. "That's cute." A blush creeps up on your cheeks at the thought. "Exactly like you."

"Hmmm how do I say I love you?" "Te amo." You nod going to say it exactly the way she did. "Te amo baby." She smiles wide at you, proud at how well you're getting this. "yo también te amo mama." You stare at her blankly. She laughs again. "I just said I love you too mama." You lean over to kiss her. "Thank you for this I'm actually learning finally." She kisses your cheek before standing. "You're welcome baby, you did really good I'm proud." Just that sentence alone made you feel warm.

"Eres sexy como cualquier cosa." She says while standing. Yet another blank look on your features.

"Huh?" She shrugs. "You'll just have to figure it out."

Future me, hi ! I hope this is good :D

[beyondthesefourwalls]

This Love Came Back to Me (9)

Summary: You and Bradley hadn’t ended on bad terms; really, you stopped before the two of you could even truly begin. Still, in the last seven months, you had never completely left his mind. So when you suddenly appeared in front of him at the bar, asking for a favor and pulling him into a kiss, he thought maybe it was the perfect opportunity to see if this time, things could be different. But what neither of you realized was that there’s more going on than just rekindling a lost romance, and it might not be as easy as simply just wanting it. 

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: second chance romance, language, allusions of smut and potential full smut, stalking, breaking and entering, unhealthy obsessions, delusions of feelings, unwanted attention.

Part Nine Word Count: 5.9K

Part Eight :: Series Masterlist

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Bradley didn’t remember running out of the driving range or getting in the Bronco. All he could focus on was the sound of your crying, though he supposed that word didn’t do it justice. You were full on hyperventilating on the other line, sobbing violently as you tried to talk. He hasn’t gotten anything out of you except for your request to come get you, and he had to swallow the panic he was feeling himself now to focus on you. 

He didn’t know what the fuck happened, but he had an awful feeling that whatever it was would fundamentally change things because of the severity of it. You wouldn’t be responding so strongly if it wasn’t. 

God, he was so worried you were going to make yourself sick. He felt helpless listening to you, trying to offer any comfort that he could over the phone as he sped through traffic to get to you.

“Deep breaths, baby,” he reminded you, “just copy me, okay?” 

When he heard that maybe you were starting to catch your breath, even just marginally, he kept speaking. He didn’t even know what he was talking about, just hoping he could provide enough distraction to keep you relatively calm. 

He stayed on the phone with you the whole time, and by the time he was pulling into the parking lot, he felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin with concern. 

“I’m here,” he said. “Can you tell me where you’re parked?” 

Your voice still had a worrying hitch to it, but you had calmed enough to tell him what row you were in. It didn’t take long for him to spot your vehicle. He didn’t hang up until he was hopping out of the Bronco and jogging the distance to you. He didn’t realize it was possible, but his heart broke and his worry increased more when he finally laid eyes on you. 

“Bug,” he breathed, “come here, baby.” 

But you were already throwing yourself into his arms, clinging to him tighter than you ever have. You were still half in your seat and his knees were bent awkwardly, but he didn’t care as he held you. You were shaking and your breath was still stuttered, and now that he was here, he could tell with certainty that it was fear that was rolling off of you in waves. His natural urge to protect you flared - what in the hell had made you this scared? 

“B, he-I-he kn-” 

You were starting to hyperventilate again. Bradley shushed you gently, rubbing what he hoped were soothing circles onto your back. He did his best to keep his breathing steady in hopes that yours would gradually match it. When your trembling eased by a margin, he pulled back slightly, keeping one hand on your back while the other cupped your face, wiping away some of your tears. His eyebrows furrowed when he noted the small scrape on your chin. Instinctively, his eyes darted over the rest of you, scanning for any other injuries. His eyes widened as he gently grabbed your wrists to get a better look at your palms. They were scraped to all hell, skin raw in some spots. With a quick glance he saw your knees were in even worse shape. 

“Jesus. What the hell happened?” 

“Oh,” you responded, almost in a whisper. You were looking at the distressed state of your skin like you hadn’t even realized anything was wrong. He felt a new round of panic that you were physically injured on top of being scared, but that the latter was so strong, you hadn’t even noticed. 

“Bug?” he prompted, cupping your face again and drawing your eyes back to his. They were so wide, your pupils blown with fear, and bloodshot from the steady stream of tears. 

“I - I fell,” you croaked after a moment. “I was - I was running away, and I tripped.” 

You were running away? A million questions ran through Bradley’s mind. He wanted to ask them all, but he forced himself to settle on the most obvious. 

“From what, baby?” he asked as gently as he could, running his thumb over your cheek. He brushed away another tear as it fell. Your bottom lip wobbled and your breath hitched again, and at this point he was so worried about the stress your body was going through at the rollercoaster of emotions you had experienced in the last 30 minutes since you called him. But then you started speaking again, your voice so meak that he barely heard you, and he thought maybe he understood, because every emotion that he had skyrocketed, too.  

“Paul,” you said, your voice breaking on the name.

Paul. 

Of fucking course it was Paul. 

Immediately, Bradley felt the anger that had become familiar in regards to the man. It was one thing for the slimy bastard to put you through hell at work and to show up when he was there with you, but this time, whatever he had done had sent you running. You had gotten physically harmed in the process. 

He should have dealt with him when he had the chance all those weeks ago. 

“I wanted to go shopping after brunch and I was in the bookstore and he was there and he said he forgives me for reporting him like it was somehow my fault, and that he was sorry we haven’t been able to spend time together at work and he-he-” 

“Hey, hey, take a breath. You’re okay. I’m right here,” Bradley reminded you, trying to keep his voice gentle despite how furious he was. You were his priority right now, and you were starting to slip into a panic again. He was desperate to know what had happened that would cause such an extensive, visceral reaction. The possibilities made him angrier than he already was, but he could wait. Right then, he needed to take care of you. 

He wiped some of your mascara from under your eye and pushed your hair back from your face before leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“Let me take you home, and we can-” 

“No!” 

Bradley startled at your sharp exclamation, not expecting it in the slightest. To further his surprise, your eyes had widened bigger than they had been. Your fear was so palpable that he started feeling it himself. His concern damn near doubled. Before he could even really process it enough to ask a question, you were off again. You were trembling so bad it was like your whole body was vibrating, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. 

“I can’t go back there, B. Please. I can’t -” 

“Bug,” he interrupted. He held your face between his palms, trying desperately to get your alarming frantic eyes to focus on him. 

“He knows where I live. He knows everything. He’s been tracking me. Bradley. I-I don’t want to go back!” 

Bradley could feel his own hands start to shake as his anger grew. He knew where you lived? He had been tracking you? What the hell did that mean? 

In his peripherals, he noticed that people were starting to stare as they made their way through the parking lot. It was crowded, so you were smart to come here, but at the same time, he couldn’t see everyone who may be lurking. And it seemed like that was a very real thing to be concerned about, even if he didn’t understand what exactly you were saying. He needed answers, but he needed you safe and calm even more. He took a deep breath in through his nose, letting it out slowly.

“I’m taking you back to my place, okay? Just you and me.”

To his relief, you nodded and mumbled an “okay” in response. It was jerky and quick, but it meant you were hearing him through your anxiety; that counted for something. He placed another kiss on your forehead and then one on your lips - he tried to ignore how the salt of your tears was more prevalent than the coconut chapstick he knew you had on. 

Bradley kept a tight hold on you as he grabbed your things and took your keys from the ignition. He’d worry about coming back to get the vehicle later. 

You didn’t say anything as he helped you into the Bronco, and you stared blankly ahead as he drove. A few silent tears fell from your eyes and he heard the stutter in your breathing on occasion, but you were quiet as you seemed to be settling into something close to shock. Part of him was glad that you weren’t in the same state you had been in when you called him and when he arrived, but the other part of him burned with questions. What had you meant? God, what the hell had happened? 

It was silent for a few minutes, both of you lost in your own thoughts. Your voice was so quiet when you uttered his name halfway back to his apartment that he almost didn’t hear it. He glanced over, but you were still staring straight ahead. 

“Yeah, sweetheart?” 

“He had my necklace,” you whispered, almost offhandedly, like you were trying to make sense of it yourself. Bradley’s eyebrows knitted together tightly in confusion.

“What?”

“The necklace I lost. I was wearing it when I got home that night. I know I was. But Paul…he had it. He…he was in my house,” your voice hitched and you raised a trembling hand to your mouth, shaking your head. “He was there when I was sleeping. Bradley. He-he was in my room.”

It took a second for the words to register in his mind, but then, all at once, they hit him like a freight train. 

Bradley thought that he knew anger. It was an emotion he was, unfortunately, intimately familiar with. But nothing…nothing had made him feel like this before. Red tinted his vision and fury swept through his body. It was like every fiber of his being was suddenly alive with the feeling. 

He was going to kill him.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” you warned, bringing him back to the present. Bradley navigated to the shoulder of the road in just enough time, as you had barely thrown the door open and leant out of the passenger side before you lost all the contents of your stomach. He unbuckled himself and slid over on the bench seat, gathering your hair up in one hand while the other splayed on your thigh. He listened to you get sick, the sound of it just fueling this ugly feeling inside of him. 

Paul had been in your house. While you were right there, laying in your bed fast asleep. The bed that Bradley had made love to you in earlier that morning and last night, and countless times before. You had been fast asleep and had never known, which means it could have happened other times that you didn’t know about, either. He had put his hands on you today. 

He had apparently been tracking you. 

Bradley needed to know the full story. He needed to understand everything that had happened thus far. But when you finally sat back in your seat and closed the door after throwing up one more time, instead of demanding answers, he pulled you into his arms. He held onto you as tightly as he could and you clung to him just as much in return. And as your tears dampened his polo shirt, one of his own slipped down his face and into your hair. 

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You told Bradley everything right there on the side of the highway. He did his best to remain calm, despite the fact that all he wanted to do was yell and rage and go track down the man responsible for all of this. He knew you needed his strength right now, for him to keep a level head and not fall apart. And that’s why when you trailed off after detailing the events of the day, he didn’t take you back to his apartment right away. 

He kept his arm around your shoulder as you waited at the police station, and then held your hand when an officer finally took your statement. He rubbed your back when you had to write it all down. 

The older police officer had a gruff, stern appearance, but he offered you something resembling a kind smile when you handed him back the papers. 

“Without security footage or witnesses, any breaking and entering or trespassing accusations probably won’t stick. But we’ll look into it, as well as the stalking claims. You’ll have to file separate papers with the court about a restraining order, if that’s something you want to do.” 

Bradley was ready to insist upon it if he had to, but was relieved when you nodded, saying quietly that you’d do that first thing on Monday. 

You didn’t have any assurances of how things would work out when you left the station, which was frustrating in and of itself. The officer promised to call you with updates when they had them - Bradley already planned on calling back himself until they had some sort of answers and resolution. 

You were quiet the rest of the afternoon, not that he could blame you. He knew there was a thin line between letting you have time to think and letting you spiral into your own thoughts, but he liked to think he walked it well. He coerced you into eating something when dinner rolled around, and when you told him you wanted to go to bed when it was barely 8pm, he went with you. You looked grateful, like you were going to ask if he hadn’t volunteered. But then you asked him to double check that all the doors and windows were locked, snapping the hair tie on your wrist. He could feel the anger swelling in him all over again. 

When he came back to the bedroom, you were sitting on the end of the bed, your phone in your hand. You held it out to him with a trembling hand. 

“Can you check?” you asked him, eyes sad and wide with worry. “I don’t - I want to make sure I did it right. Please.”

God, he hated Paul. He hated him so fucking much.

Bradley sat beside you, showing you the screen as he went through and made sure that Paul’s contact was blocked and your location was completely cut off from him. He went one step further and double checked it from the Find My app as well, but you were still looking uneasy. 

“I can turn your location off all together,” he suggested softly, and your eyes snapped to his from your phone screen. You chewed on your bottom lip in consideration before nodding slowly. 

“From everyone but you,” you said, and his heart broke and beat faster at the same time. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before doing as you had requested. You turned your phone off when he handed it back to you, but he didn’t comment on it. 

Twenty minutes later, you laid facing each other in bed. One arm was tucked under your head, the other draped over your hip. He slipped his hand beneath the thin material of his shirt you were wearing to glide his fingertips gently along the skin of your lower back. 

“Is this my fault?” you whispered, so quiet that he almost didn’t hear you. But he did, and his heart broke at how meak and small you sounded; you were neither of those things. 

“No. Absolutely not.” 

You averted your gaze for a quick moment, but it’s enough for Bradley to know that you didn’t believe him. He said your name softly, waiting for you to look at him. Even in the darkness, it was obvious that your eyes were bloodshot, tired and weary. He had never seen you look so exhausted and dejected before. 

“You did nothing wrong.” 

“But my phone -” 

“No,” he interrupted sternly, his voice sterner than he had ever used with you. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Your crying, panicked face from earlier flashed in his mind and he shook his head, trying to rid himself of it. “This is not your fault. It was an accident. You didn’t mean to do it. And even if you did, this is still all on him. He was the one who made the decision to do what he did. Him. Not you.” 

You nodded slowly, but you still had a faraway, thoughtful look in your eye. Bradley sighed, bringing the hand that was on your back to your face. Your eyes fluttered shut and you turned your face just slightly, like you were trying to get closer to his touch. “Tell me that you know that, Bug. Please.” He needed you to understand this so badly, he practically held his breath waiting for you to respond. 

“It’s not my fault,” you finally whispered, and Bradley let out a rush of air. He nodded, and you scooted closer to tuck yourself against his body.

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Bradley didn’t sleep well that night. Nightmares plagued you, and after the first time he woke to you screaming, he found that he was unable to fall back to sleep. Instead, he laid there with his arm around you, wondering how this could be happening. 

He had known something was off about that guy from the very first time he saw him that night when you had approached him in the bar. Even then, when Bradley’s mind was trying to catch up to the fact that you were in front of him, that you had just kissed him, he could tell. The look in the other man’s eyes had left him unsettled. He had looked at you like you were a possession. And then you told him more about him. Red flags had waved right in his face, but you had assured him that you had it handled, and that it would all be okay. You had honestly believed it yourself. 

Bradley had gotten caught up in being back together with you. He had let that happiness and that unwillingness to risk losing you again for being overbearing and overprotective blind him to the fact that there was this big of a threat. And instead, he risked losing you in a whole different way.  He was so pissed at himself for not laying the guy out flat when he had the chance. He knew after that second run in with Paul at the Hard Deck that this went beyond being a creepy crush from someone who couldn’t take a hint. He knew, and what had he done? But god - even when he imagined it could be bad, he never anticipated it would be at this level. This was something out of a nightmare. 

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist so tightly he could feel his fingertips digging into his palm. His untouched palms, whereas yours were scraped up from running away from a man who had entered your home while you were sleeping. Defenseless. Alone. That was two weeks ago now; he wondered how many times he had done it before or since. 

Had he watched you change? Seen you in a way that no one should without your explicit consent? Did he watch the way that you put lotion on starting from the bottom and working your way up your body? Or the way you tended to hum the jeopardy theme music when you brushed your teeth? Did he watch the way you throw your mountain of throw pillows onto the chair in the corner before you crawled under the weighted blankets you slept with, no matter the temperature outside? He wondered where the despicable man had hid, waiting for you to fall asleep. How long had he stood there over your bed, watching you, seeing the rise and fall of your chest? What had he been thinking as he did? What had he done - 

He forced himself to stop. He feared that if he opened that box, he’d never be able to calm down, and that’s not what you needed from him right now. 

He glanced down at you, curled up against him. He could feel little puffs of air against his chest as you breathed. Your nose twitched and there was a wrinkle on your forehead. He couldn’t help but rub his finger over the line, trying to sooth it. He almost smiled when you seemed to relax at his touch, even just slightly. He buried his face in your hair, letting his eyes close as he breathed you in. 

You didn’t deserve this. You were his beautiful, vibrant, wonderful girl, and you didn’t deserve this. 

The sky was still dark on Sunday morning when Bradley slipped out of bed. You had just fallen back to sleep after another nightmare not too long ago, and he hoped you were able to get a few more hours of rest at least. He grabbed his laptop on the way into the kitchen, and after making himself a cup of coffee, he spent the next hour researching all of your options and finding all the appropriate forms you would need to fill out and take to the court house in the morning. When the sun had finally risen, he picked up his phone and called Phoenix. 

“You better have a damn good reason to be calling me so early in the morning, Bradshaw.” 

Her voice was groggy and he knew he had woken her up, but he would feel bad about that at another time. “That woman you’ve been seeing the last few months, Sadie, who you won’t admit you’re dating -” 

“We aren’t -” she tried to interrupt, suddenly sounding a lot more awake, but Bradley pushed on. 

“She’s a lawyer, right? Here in San Diego?” 

His best friend was quiet for a beat. When she answered him, her voice was slow and suspicious. “....Yes. Why?” 

“Can you give me her number?” 

“Rooster, what the hell is going on?” She sounded more than just suspicious now. Bradley knew it wasn’t his story to tell, but he also knew you were so overwhelmed and stressed that you were up half the night with nightmares. His mind flashed back to the near hour long panic attack you had yesterday; this wasn’t something you needed to do for yourself right now, not when he could handle it for you. So he told Phoenix the short version of everything, and when he was done, she was spitting out curses like a fresh recruit had just cut her off in the air. 

“Nat,” he called, trying to rein her in. “Her number?” 

She sighed and then let out a resigned groan on the other end. “I put you on speaker phone halfway through. I’m handing her the phone now.” 

It seemed the other woman really had been listening in, as she launched into questions right away, neither of them wasting time on pleasantries. Bradley went further into detail about everything, answering everything he could to the best of his ability while writing down the ones he couldn’t. 

“I’ll be honest, Bradley. Without concrete physical evidence, a protection order is 50/50. It’ll depend on what judge it gets put in front of. Purely technically speaking, it’s all just hearsay right now. But it will take a few weeks for a court date, anyway. I’d suggest she file for a temporary order, too. That’s more immediate - she’d find out the same day.”  

That wasn’t what Bradley wanted to hear. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “What are her chances for that?” 

“Stronger. Paul will be served with papers either way, so she needs to prepare herself for that, especially if the temporary ex parte is denied. He’d still be allowed to be around her. At work or -” 

“She won’t be going back to work.” 

He could practically see Sadie raise an eyebrow through the phone at how direct his statement was. He didn’t care if he sounded misogynistic or controlling. He wasn’t letting you go back there. Paul aside, they had put you through enough. And he was done letting people treat you the way they have been. Done. 

To her credit, Sadie hummed out a quiet “good” and continued on. 

He was on the phone with her for another 20 minutes. A lot of the legal jargon she was spouting off went right over his head, but she was patient each time he asked her to explain something. He took notes on everything to be able to answer any questions you had, later. 

“I don’t usually work on cases like these,” she told him at the end, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t. Talk to her, and if she wants to talk to me, tell her I’m more than happy to help. And if she’d rather someone who specializes in this, I can give her a few recommendations.” 

Bradley felt some of the tension in his shoulders ease at her words. That’s not why he had called, purely just wanting information, but he couldn’t deny the gratitude he felt at her offer. He knew he still needed to talk to you about it, so he thanked her, telling her he’d reach out soon either way. 

He went back and checked on you once he had hung up. You were still sound asleep, cuddled up under his duvet, your head on that stupidly expensive pillow case he hadn’t thought twice about buying. You were safe, and for right now at least, sound. 

He stood in the doorway and watched you for a minute. Looking at you always made him feel like his heart was going to burst out of his chest with how much he felt for you. He had never felt even close to this way for anyone else, ever. You were the first thing he thought about when he woke up in the morning and the last thing on his mind when he fell asleep at night, and more often than not, all the times inbetween, too. You were everything to him. All he wanted was to keep you safe. To support you and comfort you, and be by your side through both the good and the bad. 

To love you. 

He took a shaky breath and after one last long look, he turned and went back to the kitchen. He made another phone call as he poured his third cup of coffee for the day. 

“Hey, Mav. I know it’s short notice, but I need some time off.” He could hear the concern in his godfather’s voice when he asked him if everything was okay. Bradley glanced back to his bedroom again, and then over at his computer screen where there were over a dozen tabs open about different stalking and harassment laws in California. He felt a lump in his throat and swallowed thickly. “No,” he said. “Not really.” 

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Bradley was glad he had moved back to the bed with his laptop after his phone calls, because when you jerked awake about an hour later, your eyes were wide with fear. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” 

Your frantic eyes darted around the room before settling on him. You seemed to relax once your brain processed that you were conscious and here in bed with him, and you gave him a small, if somewhat embarrassed smile. 

“Hi,” you whispered. Your voice came out as more of a croak, thick from disuse and he would guess all the crying from yesterday. You rubbed at your eyes like you were trying to rub away the remaining exhaustion you still felt. “What are you doing?” You gestured to his laptop and Bradley sighed. 

“Just some research, but we can talk about it later. You want coffee?” 

You looked like you were contemplating arguing with him, demanding whatever information he might have now. But in the end you just nodded. You went to throw the duvet off, but Bradley stopped you with a hand covering yours. He leant down and kissed you softly. 

You hummed against his mouth and when he pulled away, a genuine smile tugged at your lips. 

“Morning, Bug.”

“Morning, B.”

He told you about his phone call with Sadie after you had finished your coffee and the peanut butter and banana toast he made you for breakfast. You chewed on your bottom lip as you listened to him. He could see the wheels turning in your head and hated when your eyes started watering again, but you took a steadying breath and nodded.

“Thank you…for handling that for me. I’ll call her later, okay?” 

“Of course, baby.” 

A sudden knock at the door startled you, your eyes widening as your head whipped toward it. He winced, laying his hand over yours on the table and rubbing his thumb over the smooth skin of your fingers. 

“It’s just Hangman and Coyote. I called Jake earlier, and they stopped by and grabbed your keys. They went and got your car and brought it back here.” 

“Oh,” you breathed. “I - sorry.” 

Bradley sighed, standing from his seat. He stepped to where you were sitting and leant to press his lips to the top of your head. “Don’t apologize. Why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll talk to them?” 

You nodded, and Bradley watched you retreat back to his bedroom as anxiety churned in his stomach. He understood why you were so skittish, but god damn if it didn’t make his blood boil all over again. 

The next few hours are spent filling out all of the forms for the restraining order you would be filing in the morning, and talking to Sadie on the phone again. You cried again when the woman, who you had never met before, said she was happy to help you without expecting anything in return. 

“I finally convinced Natasha to show me off after talking to your man earlier,” she had joked, managing to get a quiet snort of laughter from you, “So buy me a drink and teach me how to navigate getting all of these aviators to like me, and we’ll call it even, okay?” 

Bradley’s shocked when you’re the one who brought up going back to your place to get some of your things. You looked like you would rather be saying anything else.

“We can buy you new stuff,” Bradley offered, though he knew it was a weak option. By the huff you let out and the quirk of your lips, you knew it, too. 

“My work laptop is there,” you said, taking a deep breath. You snapped the hair tie on your wrist twice in quick succession before he reached out and stopped you, like he had done so many times before. “I have an absurd amount of paid time off accumulated,” you explained, voice quiet. “I should have used it before. But I’m going to email Gretchen and tell her I’m taking some of it. I…I can’t go back there right now.” 

Bradley felt so much relief that he didn’t have to talk you into it or force your hand - it was the last thing he had wanted to do. He decided he would wait to bring up you never going back there, regardless of having another job lined up or any remaining paid time off. This would work for now, and he would cross that bridge when you got to it, if necessary. 

Your breathing started getting heavier the closer you got to your house. By the time he pulled into your driveway, your fingernails had nearly torn the skin of his arm where you were digging in from your spot in the middle of the bench seat. 

“Bug,” he said softly once the Bronco was in park. “You don’t have to go in. We can figure something else out. Or you can just tell me what all you need and -” 

“No,” you insisted, swallowing thickly and shaking your head. You took in a deep breath through and let it out slowly. “I can do it.” 

You looked determined when you met his eyes, even if he could see the worry there, too. He wished more than anything he would never have to see that look in your eyes again. 

He kissed you there in the front seat, letting his forehead rest against yours for a moment. “I’ll be with you the whole time,” he reminded quietly. 

Bradley watched you closely once you got into the house. He held your hand tightly as you walked to your bedroom. You froze once you stepped into the room, your eyes trying to look everywhere all at once. He could tell your breathing was starting to come quicker as panic crept up. He took it upon himself to open your closet doors. Some of his own tension slipped away when he did, and he wondered if subconsciously you had both been bracing yourselves, expecting Paul to be waiting there in the small confined space. Still, Bradley didn’t want to linger here any longer than necessary. He grabbed your suitcase and set it on your bed for you, and together, you filled it and another duffle bag with enough to last you for a while. He could see your hands shaking as you collected your skincare and some of your makeup from the bathroom counter. 

All in all you were probably only in the house for maybe ten minutes, but he can tell it left you rattled, even if you tried to keep your composure. You were quiet on the drive back to his place and out of the corner of his eye, he saw you swiping a tear off your cheek. He settled a hand on your thigh, hoping it provided you some sort of comfort. 

Despite the fact that you had gotten one earlier that morning, after you sent the appropriate emails informing your awful boss about your time off, you took another shower. He had to swallow down his own emotions when you quietly told him that being back there made you feel dirty, knowing what you know. You were in there for over thirty minutes and Bradley nearly crawled out of his own skin as he waited for you. When you finally emerged, he could tell that you had been crying again. He watched as you pushed the chicken he had made for dinner around your plate, struggling again with an appetite. 

He wished he could take you away from all of this. 

“How do you feel about taking a trip somewhere?” he found himself asking, the idea only coming to him as the words came out of his mouth. You lifted an eyebrow in silent question. “Somewhere just the two of us. Away from the city.” 

“You have work,” you rebutted quietly.

“I put in for leave.” He could tell you were surprised by that by the way your eyes widened and that you were about to tell him it wasn’t necessary, so he continued on before you could. “I think it would be nice, even if it’s just for a few days.” 

You took a bite of your food as you thought it over. You were hesitant, but after a minute, you shrugged, offering him something of a smile and a small nod. “Okay.”

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Part Ten :: Series Masterlist :: Main Masterlist

Notes: I think they've definitely earned some time away. I hope it's peaceful for them.

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Would you be willing to do relationship hcs with any of the following from Blue Exorcist? :0

Juzo Shima, Satan, Shiro Fujimoto, Yuri Egin, Mephisto?

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! I hope you like the headcanons.

Fandom: Blue Exorcist

Characters: Juzo Shima, Satan, Shiro Fujimoto, Yuri Egin, Mephisto Pheles x gn! Reader (separate)

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General dating headcanons for the Blue Exorcist characters.

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Juzo is an interesting balance between a super caring partner who would never hurt a fly and someone who would fight entire wars if you asked him to.

In the same vein, he’s more than willing to do anything you ask of him, even if it’s something as simple as getting rid of a bug.

A really good listener. Anything you want to talk about, he’s setting aside whatever he reasonably can to put all of his focus on you.

I feel like he can be a bit overprotective at times, even to the point of smothering you but if you ask him to back off and let you do your thing, he’ll respect your wishes.

Juzo just doesn’t want anything to happen to you. He’s already lost a lot of his friends and family to demons, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you too.

Satan’s a challenging one to write relationship headcanons for, mostly because the only “relationship” we ever saw him in was his obsession with Yuri. So I’ll try to write these as accurately as possible without making them completely toxic.

Very willing to learn from you and listen. He’s a curious being after all and, while the number of people he trusts or cares about is very small, he does value their opinions.

Definitely the kind of person (can I call him a person if he’s a demon?) to cherish quality time. He can be a bit clingy sometimes, but he just wants to spend time with the person he cares about most.

He’s also very into gift giving but be warned, his gifts may be a bit erratic at first. He’s sort of like a stray cat that’s taken a liking to you. You might end up with dead bugs and sticks beside your bed.

All of that being said, a relationship with Satan is almost certain to be toxic in some way shape or form. He’s never had a “normal” relationship and doesn’t know where to start since he doesn’t see anything wrong with his way of thinking.

Shiro is a lot like Juzo in that he’s got two sides to him in a relationship. And I don’t mean this in a bad way!

On one hand, he’s the most caring and protective partner you could hope for. He’s always paying attention to what you’re talking about and will do his best to support you in everything you do.

On the other hand, he will tease you mercilessly and play minor pranks at every possible moment. It’s one of his love languages.

Having said that, he respects you deeply and will always back off with his teasing if you’ve had a bad day or ask him to stop.

He’s also amazing at helping you relax after a long day. He’s drawing you a relaxing bath, adding some decorations (if the Vatican didn’t want him using those exorcism candles and salt for baths, why did they work so well for just that?) and cooking your favourite meal. It’s really the least he can do.

Yuri is a very caring partner. She was able to show kindness to Satan, even after everything he did so she’s certainly capable of caring deeply about someone so close to her.

She loves spending quality time with you. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, as long as you’re able to sit together.

As part of this, she loves twining one leg around yours while you’re sitting together if that’s something you’re comfortable with.

She didn’t have the best childhood, so she does sometimes have doubts about your relationship. Just give her some words of reassurance (or acts of affection if words aren’t your thing) and she’ll be feeling better in no time.

Yuri would love it if you’re interested in exorcism. She’s got a lot she wants so talk about, especially regarding demons not being as bad as everyone makes them out to be, so please let her ramble about her thoughts.

Mephisto is an interesting case. If you’re in a relationship, that means you’ve caught his attention. And that means he’s going to protect you with all of his demonic powers.

However, sometimes he can seem as though he’s only with you because he sees you as a curiosity.

If this ever gets too much or you’re doubting the sincerity of your relationship, just tell him and he’ll set aside his piles of paperwork to talk to you about his behaviour.

He loves entertaining you with his magic, as well as going on fun dates. Mephy Land is always a hit and, since he owns the place, you’ll never have to pay for any of the food or rides.

He’s surprisingly attentive when you’re talking about your day. He wants to learn more about humans and their behaviours and what better way than to study the person he cares about most.

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🐞Yandere Helaena Targaryen 🐞

Yandere Helaena Targaryen x Fem!reader hc’s

Plot: Short HC’s of what it’s like to be Helaens darling.

Notes: This is the only thing i could make while in writers block- Because I adore this woman it gave me a random burst of energy. Also yandere Alicent is here as well.

Warnings: Dark! Yandere vibes, yandere actions, helaena honestly being the one I’m afraid of, it’s also kinda soft a cute. Also if you have a fear of bugs it’s not the best for that.

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I think her obsession with you would be starting with her being raised beside you. Her mother, know your mother well so she choose you to be her daughters lady-in-waiting. You being a year older then Helaena was a bit difficult but you’ll still grow up to be together, what Alicent hoped is that her daughter will grow up to have a faithful friend. You’re mother being hers she had no doubt that you’ll follow in her foot steps.

The more you two grow the more you stood at her side, it was rare to not see you right beside the young princess. Always being her little shadow.

Helaena was a bit off to most, speaking only about insects or some new riddle that no one could understand. But you loved that about her and always listened to her words.

You learned to braid her hair they way she liked, having matching dress and always reading or giving her new insects.

It was known she didn’t have friends or anyone to listen to her other then her brother, her own mother listened sometimes but she was busy. She always had you.

The one thing constantly in her life was you. You cling to her hand and made her feel comfortable in her own skin, like she wasn’t broken. Her best friend.

She couldn’t be far away from you and always told someone to bring you with her, even demanded for you to sleep with her.

You being so kinda and sweet, her little protecter at times. She remembered one day while she was reading her ears heard a scream, she looked and saw some girl on her knees and covered her blood face. You had broke the girls noses just because she was saying things bad about helaena…

You would do that just for her? Oh, she couldn’t get enough of you now.

Years grew by and the both of you grew, and the closer you had gotten. She was married to her brother Aegon, you didn’t like him but had to put on a bright face. But she was happy when you showed your concern. She wouldn’t let her brother near you, when he entered the room you were sent out. She wouldn’t dare risk her brother touching you.

She realized her feelings of desire a few years ago, her wedding day. All she could think about was you in a white dress and being married to her. That’s all she ever wanted. Each night when Aegon came drunk it was you who she thought about.

You loved her children so much just like they were yours. She always sat and stared while you picked them up in your arms while rocking them asleep. “They are just as much your family as mine.” She’d say so sweetly.

Her obsession is well hidden because she doesn’t want to scary you but she is the quiet yandere type. She watches from a far and does things in the shadows because who would expect her?

I have said this before. But she uses her knowledge of the bugs and insects to kill and hurt someone. No assassins, no trace left behind but just some coincidence of them being bitten.

Any woman or man seen taking you away from her is killed later that night. She doesn’t have a problem with it at all because the only one who you should worry about is her. She will protect you and give you love, it is she who is your only love.

Helaena gets you so many gifts. Matching necklaces: She puts on you and her hands linger on your skin for a second more then they should. Gives you hair pins, even you’re own carriage the two of you use to travel. Anything to make you smile.

But helaena isn’t blind, she sees the looks and blushes you give her. The lingering eyes you give her when you help her dress, the way your eyes cloud when looking at her brother in jealously. You feel the same as she does. 

She called you into her room on a rainy day asking you if you wish to walk with her, happily you excepted. You walk the castle walls and watch the rain poor and listen to the raindrops pouring, talking about anything and everything. 

Her arm linked in yours as she smiles at your conversation of a book you read. The halls empty knowing no one wanted to be out in the weather which gave her some alone time with you.

“Close your eyes and hold out your hand.” She smiles and told you. A giggle escaped your lips and did as she said, “If it’s a beetle I’m screaming.” You closed your eyes waiting for something to be placed in your hands.

Nothing was put in your hand, but her soft lips placed on yours in a soft and gentle kiss. You panicked but you didn’t want to pull away so, you reached you hand to her hip and hers cupping your cheek.

it only lasted a minute but you felt like it was a life time. “I have waited years to do that.” She admits with her hand still on your burning cheek. “As have I.” You smiled at her in happiness, you went to turn your head but she held your head in place making sure you only looked at her.

“You’re mine. No one will harm you, my little ladybug. No husband you will take, my child are yours, my heart and soul belong to you. And I know that is equal to you.” Her smile stayed but she tone was scary and dark.

She frightened you a bit. “You belong to me just like it has always been. It is I who will give you the sun and the stars.” 

After that it was rare you were aloud to leave her side. She was always holding onto you in public, laying her head in you lap or you in hers, she would even call you her wife is private. She usually went to your chambers late in the night knowing the way in the passages only to your room. 

Alicent knew what was going on but she didn’t really care, she even help her daughters ways. Alicent adored you because you made her daughter happy and wasn’t a trader like her old best friend used to be. She thought of you as a cub in her den to raise. She was just like her daughter in the need to protect you and keep you safe.

So when suitors knocked on your door it was the queen who send them away with her power. You were only her daughter’s to love.

You were spoiled in riches and love- It was suffocating and it would drown you sooner or later.

But you’ll always be helaens ladybug forever 🐞 

[stolasdearest]

Can I request dating headcanons for Gale, Wyll, Dammon, Rolan, Zevlor, Halsin, and Astarion with gn s/o?

say less!! It's been awhile since I've written headcanons or prompts with multiple people but LETS TRY

Bg3 chars x gn!Tav

warnings: (maybe) Ooc Zevlor,Rolan (I think I have a pretty good grasp on Dammon) not proofread!! Mentions of traumatic backstories

Zevlor definitely has some self worth issues due to Fall of Elturel and what happened with the Grove he cares deeply for his fellow kin and that care flows into you aswell. He is absolutely infatuated with you and has absolutely no shame showing it or others.

I feel like he's very big on PDA for an odd reason he isn't afraid to tell anyone off and he has a backbone that's for sure, that doesn't mean he's not vulnerable he absolutely is and he feels safest with you as his beloved. He shows his love with physical affection and acts of service in my opinion— cooks you breakfast,lunch and dinner. Plans nice evenings, takes you nice places, whole nine yards— he's also surprisingly big on literature and he writes you poems and tells you the nicest most sweetest things ever. He's a very stubborn man though, so if you're also stubborn it can turn into bickering but never an argument, at the end of the day he just wants to see you smile.

EXTREMELY cocky, He's like a cat that'll keep eye contact with you when knocking a class off the counter. He does love big nonetheless! A heart of gold and an ego of steel but you love that about him

I think he'd enjoy quality time. Cooking or cleaning together, reading in silence or just holding each other in the morning juicing up for the day.

I also think he's also just absolutely obsessed with his Partner but in a more discreet way, Glances at you after he voices an opinion or telling a joke. Seeing what you'll do and think. Expanding on that he definitely takes what you think to heart at all times and always ask your opinion on anything— food,clothes, decoration how to style his hair so on and so forth

Also a HUGE cuddle bug. Cooking dinner? Hugs you from behind, Sitting on the sofa reading a book? Lays his head in your lap and looks at your gorgeous face, Walking in public? Hand on your lower back.

He's a little cutie patootie

OUR FAVORITE BLACKSMITH!!

He's actually so adorable and hes definitely into gift giving and physical touch.

He'll make you little trinkets and do-dads from scraps he has left over, You know those metal roses some people make for their partners?? He does that with you and they look absolutely amazing everytime (he buys you normal flowers aswell do not worry)

He's also no stranger to being the small spoon so just hold him sometimes, He's gone through some things with the Grove and the Shadow lands and he has nightmares on occasion when he will wake you up and you of course sit with him until he can rest easy again

He's no surprise to anyone very strong he's a black smith for crying out loud, he's 90% sure he can pick you effortlessly no matter how tall or big you are he will do it. No negotiating about that

He has the cutest puppy dog eyes I mean can you blame him? I'd use those gorgeous eyes to my advantage aswell— he knows you love it and him so whenever he wants something from you he gives you a look anyone could coo at you fall for it everytime

In the city (or in general) he basically drags you around by your hand, he's also 10 steps ahead of you mentally and sometimes physically..at this point get a leash for him

He's still very emotionally intelligent and talking with him about something that bothers you is met with understandment and reassurance while he works on the issue and he expects it vice versa aswell where you happily oblige

He's sweet but he's not a pushover under any circumstances

The most gentlemen-y of Gentlemen.

Outside of Baldurs gate he will do his best to spoil you with food, flowers and protection— you swear to him you can take care of yourself but he doesn't listen to you

After you enter Baldurs gate however he's going full ex-Noble mode, Fancy dinners, Bouquets and whatever you'd like he's ready to get it for you at the basic snap of your fingers.

Gift giving is his love language, ontop of quality time. You tell him you do not need all of the nice things he gives you but he insists some Noble roots run deep, he often confides in you over his Father and Mizora and the guilt of what he would've potentially done to Karlach still lies in his head despite Karlachs constant reassurance ontop of your own

His favorite thing is honestly to look at you especially your eyes, The glimmer in them after a fight? Or the reflection of the fire from the campfire in your eyes? Absolutely breathtaking in his eyes.

To him you are everything, You're one of the only people he has left and he isn't planning on losing you, has your back if you ever need it. Physical cover in a fight? He's right behind you, someone's giving you shit? He'll defend you with every ounce of his being

Also a man that insists on carrying you anytime you even show an ounce of exhaustion, He might also be one hill away from collapsing but he's your knight in shining armor and you know it

Sometimes he wonders if you love Tara more than him honestly—

Please give this man some REAL love, pamper him, smother him and reassure him. The roots on Mystras abuse runs DEEP but he doesn't know that but you do.

Despite his very obvious love for you and the care he holds deep in his heart but he cannot help but feel like he's holding you back with the literal ticking bomb he is, everyday he fears it might be his last along with yours unfortunately. He's aware you'd insist on staying with him if his time ever came but he simply can't bring himself to think of you being gone even after he's passed

If you're out alone he asks Tara to keep an eye on you if you're out long that is

He's not insecure but afraid, anxious despite the fact he's one of the men with the least baggage he's worried you think you can do better

his biggest love language I think is physical touch, He wants to feel you, to know you're real and you're his.

If you're useless in the kitchen he does not mind doing all of the cooking and baking as neither do you. He's a powerful and talented culinary wizard, He also just prefers to spend his nights and mornings in your arms just taking a breather and loving you

Our most beloved spawn :)

Obviously very touchy and handsy but hes also big on words of affirmation and gift giving

He once brought you a head rat as a joke saying it was a gift

He needs someone to match his energy, either by being matching chaotic or laughing at his not so violent antics (or also at his violent antics that's up to you honestly)

He's not all sunshine and rainbows however, the wounds of Cazador will always be part of him and he wants you to know that.

He talks big but he knows he's alot with everything he's gone through and what that made him at the end of everything

He also knows you won't be around forever unlike him and he dreads the day he's alone again

You are his sunshine and he doesn't know where he'd go or who he'd be if you didn't stick with him and he loves you endlessly for your patience and understanding with him.

Halsin the big bear

Have a fear of bears or dont like em in general?

Ultimate deal breaker, he needs someone to love him for all of him, bear form included

He's a big sweetheart but like Dammon also not gullible or Naive

Definitely big on Marriage with you because he genuinely thinks you are the one and he wishes to never spend a day without you ever again

He becomes less subtle with his advances and flirting the more you date him, and it makes him laugh everytime you give him a knowing look and laugh at him

No matter how not pick up-able you think you are Halsin will throw you over his shoulder

HUGE cuddler anytime you guys aren't actively moving around? BOOM hands on you everywhere. Another man who loves giving loving words

A nightmare? He will whisper sweet nothings into your ear and hold you closely to his chest listening to his steady heart beat

He's also a great cook which he uses to make you some very nice meals

I can also imagine you can ride him in his bear form especially if you're tiny, Cuddling him in his bear form is also not rare between you both

Overall very big nice bear husband

OMG KILL ME I ACCIDENTALLY PUBLISHED THIS BEFORE I WAS DONE THATS SO EMBARRASSING

again I apologize for ooc npcs 😭 hope you enjoyed nonetheless

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Green Skin (II) -Daemon Targaryen

pairing:Daemon Targaryen × Targaryen Oc

Content:Incest, Age-Gap,Angst

•••

Rhaenyra was leaving King's Landing, Alys hadn't stopped crying since she heard the news.

Rhaenyra and her children were her only company lately, Aegon was busy drinking all day, Helaena was obsessed with a new bug in her collection and didn't leave her chambers, Aemond is always studying, and Daren isn't even on landing! King !.

"Why does mother have to go? I don't want Nyra to leave.

Alicent braided her daughter's hair while he comforted her.

—rhaenyra decided, your father and I can't do anything, my love

for a moment only sobs were heard until they faded away.

Do you think I'll be a good mother?

The question took Alice by surprise.

"Why do you ask that, Alyss?"

—I don't know, I think that being a mother is something horribly beautiful, I would like to have many children, it would be nice to braid many hairs

oh poor alys, if she only knew—yeah, that would be nice.

The news of the death of laena velaryon, and the fire where harwin strong nearly died came at the same time.

alys never got the chance to meet laena, but hearing that the poor woman died because she couldn't bring her baby into her world made him want to die with her.

She couldn't stop thinking about how horrible her death was, having to ask your dragon to burn you because the son you expected so much will never come out of you.

poor vhagar, alys vowed never to do such a thing to her dragon, abraxas.

Dressed in a dress similar to her mother's, she was standing next to her father, she knew that even having her next to her he would never pay attention to her.

At the end of the ceremony, she decided to look for rhaenyra.

"Nyra! I'm sorry for your loss and that of your uncle." The sisters hugged each other.

"Thank you, sweet child." Rhaenyra eyed the dress her half-sister was wearing with disgust.

"Could you help me look for Luke? I can't find him." Alys nodded and went looking for her nephew.

It was getting dark and she still hadn't found Luke, when she got to the beach she could see a figure dressed completely in black, with short silver hair, her uncle, her daemon.

"Uncle! I should go back to the castle, it's almost night." The man turned to see her and smiled.

"Alysanne, right?" the redhead nodded.

—I'm very sorry for your loss uncle, I hope the gods take care of laena

Daemon shifted his gaze to the young woman's chest, a star necklace at her neckline.

"Do you want to walk with me, niece?"

Alysanne wanted to refuse, she had to go back to the castle but the look that her uncle gave her made her accept.

Alys didn't know when, how, or why, but she had her uncle on top of her, inside of her.

listening to how her uncle moaned her name, alys had never heard a man moan, she thought that wonderful noise was a gift from the gods.

Daemon kissed her with such passion, he caressed her hair lovingly.

"I'll take you away, I'll make you my wife and you'll have my children." Her words moved her but at the same time scared her.

What would her mother think? She has just lost her maiden to her father's brother, a man who has two daughters close to her age.

when they were getting dressed a gentleman came looking for them.

Alys ran in looking for her younger brother with daemon trailing behind her.

“Aemond!” Alys knelt down to her level, “who did this to you?

Her screams were unleashed once more, Alys felt someone grab her tightly by her wrist.

"Where were you? Your brother lost an eye and you weren't here!" Alicent's voice was heard throughout the room, causing everyone to look at the princess and then at the rogue prince.

I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk on the beach.

Apparently Rhaenyra had given the same excuse when she entered with Sir Harwin Strong.

When Alicent lunged at Rhaenyra with a dagger in her hand, Daemon saw the perfect opportunity and took Alys by the hand, they ran off.

Running away from everything, from everyone.

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the fake date plot | part 5.

Summary: Gryffindors, seventh years, classmates, unrequited love. Just a few things Y/N and James Potter had in common. When a brilliantly dumb plan is hatched the two end up getting something a little different than what they wanted.

Warnings for the Series: oh, this is a slowburn now. Or at least that's the plan.

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: yes we're back, updates will probably take longer than they ever used to but I am trying to upload!

Previous Part | (Series Chapter List)

It was obvious that your friends had been discussing the two of you by the way they suddenly broke apart and got quiet when you exited the bathroom. You and your suddenly real-fake boyfriend sat down with the rest of the group, letting them all see you guys holding hands before breaking apart. James held up a hand when Peter started to open his mouth. 

“I don’t want to talk about it. We were going to tell you guys in a way that wasn’t as embarrassing as turning into a deer in the shower. And not as soon either.” 

“Okay.” 

Sirius hummed. “Hmm, not okay. Prongs, can I talk to you outside?” 

Dorcas nodded. “Why don’t you take all the boys outside. Y/N, can we talk to you before the picnic?” 

You and James locked eyes with each other before he and the boys left. You looked at your roommates and took a grape from the bowl in the middle of the picnic setup. Marlene scratched her head before addressing you. 

“Weren’t you just crying about Xeno yesterday? Now you’re with James?” 

Internally, you panicked. The last thing you thought was that your friends would separate the two of you for a discussion. You wished the two of you had thought about a story together before leaving the bathroom. Now, you were concerned that you guys’ stories wouldn’t match up. 

“I know,” you said. “But James confessed last night kind of accidentally and he knows I still have some feelings for Xeno but we agreed to go slow. And we were friends before so it isn’t that weird.” 

You picked at your fingers while listening to your friends telling you that they were still confused, or that James was a bad idea, or anything else they could think of. Even though it wasn’t real you still kind of felt bad.

Sure, James was actually trying to date Lily but it sucked to think his entire persona was just that to other people. The girls were positive he was too obsessed with your redheaded friend to be serious about anything with you or anyone else. 

Marlene poured some water into a cup for you. “And showering together? Already? Being naked! If you were me or even Mary then I wouldn’t say anything.” 

Mary laughed as they clinked glasses. “My fellow steamy first dates partner-in-crime.” 

“But you, Y/N, you don’t even like to kiss on a first date. This seems pretty fast for you. I love James but if Lily has shown us anything, he can be obsessive. And I don’t like that when it comes to you.” 

“It was already bad enough with Xeno,” Dorcas added. “We’re only saying this because we love you but you don’t move at the same speed as them… and it feels like you’re changing yourself to match their pace.” 

“No,” you said defensively, knowing you couldn’t say just James was hiding in the shower. “I just didn’t want to leave the water and James came from quidditch. I felt bad if he didn’t get to relax so I said he could join if he wanted to. He didn’t even look at me.” 

“He didn’t?” 

“No.” 

“Seriously?” 

“I’m serious. James never looks.” 

Lily stopped fixing her sandwich. “What do you mean never looks? That sounds plural.” 

“Um, yeah. When I got really drunk at the party, well you know how I really hate not being clean, James helped me with that.” 

“He did?” 

“Yeah, he bathed me by the sink and didn’t look at my boobs once. He just looked me in the eye.” 

“James?” Mary asked. “James Potter?” 

You nodded. “The only thing he’s ever done when I was naked was look me in the eye and help me get dressed.”  

“Don’t forget I held your hand while you peed, bug,” James said as he and the other boys walked in. 

“Hey! Stop telling people that, it’s embarrassing.”    

While you acted defensive, in reality, you were sighing with relief when the boys came back in. A minute longer and you would have had to come up with another story in defense of James. He sat down next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You wanted to laugh at your friend’s faces. 

The second time you came over in the summer, you brought a trunk. James wanted you to stay for two weeks so you guys could practice affection as a couple. You were initially going to tell your parents that you were going to Alice’s house but a lie seemed like it would fall apart in a matter of seconds. So you told the truth and were mortified at the second sex talk you had ever gotten from them. 

James was the only one at his house when he got home, stating he convinced Peter to take in Sirius for the week. He didn’t even need a reason to lie, Pete was more than happy to have his other friend sleepover because it got him out of babysitting duties. You followed the man in front of you towards the kitchen. He pointed you to a stool and started pulling out ingredients. 

“Have you had breakfast yet?” he asked. 

“Oh, that letter was legitimate. You actually cook?” 

James scoffed. “Yes. And don’t forget you’re supposed to act surprised at Hogwarts when you find that out.” 

“I won’t,” you said as you watched him begin to make crumpets. 

“Good. Now do you want cereal or porridge?” 

“How long do the crumpets take?” 

“Forty minutes.” 

“I’ll take the Pixie Puffs then.” 

You and James spend that entire morning and the rest of the week talking over small yet important details. The both of you were comfortable with brazen pda. Holding hands, hugging, cuddling, kisses, even kissed on the neck. All were okay. 

So you flopped over and rested your head on James’ lap, eyes closing momentarily so you wouldn’t chuckle at Remus’ open jaw. Your friend’s lap became one of your favorite cuddle spots. Despite quidditch, James wasn’t pure muscle to the point where it was uncomfortable. His hand occasionally traced circles over the exposed skin on your waist or ran gently up and down your arm. 

James looked down when he felt you staring. “What?” 

“Nothing.” 

“What?” he asked with a laugh as he bent down. “Am I just that pretty?” 

“No, Jamie.” 

“Then what?” 

“Can I come watch your quidditch practice some time?” 

He nodded aggressively. “Of course, bug. But don’t you already watch practices?” 

“But that’s for Marlene, like… friends.” 

“Yeah, sure. I’d like you to be there.” James leaned down even more to give you a light kiss on your cheek.

The two of you broke apart from being in your own little world to joining the rest of your friends. Dorcas, Marlene, and Sirius looked suspicious. Peter and Mary had little smiles on their faces and seemed to be happy for you two. Remus and Lily were just avoiding eye contact. 

Everyone started to relax after the appetizers of the picnic. You and James didn’t do much more than him holding your waist or you resting your head on his shoulder. Overselling the idea that you were a couple didn’t seem very smart. Someone, especially Sirius or Marlene, was bound to catch on. 

When your roommates left, you told them that you’d be there in a few minutes. The marauders, who were all retreating to their beds minus Sirius who was looking for pajamas so he could take a shower, raised their eyebrows at you requesting spa time with James. Sirius shot up from his trunk. 

“Prongs doing skin care past face wash and lotion? Yeah, right.” 

“I actually liked the skin care,” James said. “Just not the face mask part or the essence.” 

The two of you escaped into the bathroom, leaving the door open this time. The rest of the marauders looked in. You sat on the counter cross-legged while James stood flush against it to the point where your legs were touching his skin. He rested his hands on your waist. 

“Can I do your hair?” he asked. 

You raised an eyebrow. “Only because you have curly hair, I’ll let you try. Not today though, but at some point.” 

Sirius shook his head. He casted a silencing spell on his bed so Remus and Peter could come over without it seeming suspicious if the entire dorm room was suddenly silent. The two boys walked over. Sirius held up a small book. 

“Okay, I know this is wrong on so many levels. And I would normally never do this but something is just so weird about this. James has never talked to Y/N before this year I’m sure.” 

With a bit of hesitation, they opened their friend’s diary and sifted through the pages. Aside from a few mentions of you in passing when James was recounting his day, there was nothing really about you. But there were countless pages about Lily.

They put the diary back in its place under the pillow and tried to look normal as they listened to the strange couple laughing in the bathroom. Something was suspicious about you guys. You jumped down from the counter when you finished doing your skin care, gathering your stuff to take back to your room. 

James caught your arm when you reached the door of their room. “I think you’re forgetting something.” 

You looked around. “Am I? I could’ve sworn I put everything in h… you didn’t mean that literally did you?” 

James shook his head as he bent down to give you a kiss. 

The two of you were sitting on the couch after the second movie had ended. Couch cuddling was an easy task. Ten minutes into the first movie and you guys looked like a couple that had been cuddling for years. You both decided to try floor and bed cuddling the next day. James took a swig of his butterbeer, nearly choking at your next suggestion. 

“Is that a bad idea?” you asked, picking at your fingers. 

“No. You’re right, we do need to know how to kiss each other. I’ve just never had anyone phrase it so bluntly before… Do you have anything you don’t want me to do?” 

You shrugged. “I’ve never kissed anyone before… Have you?” 

“Nope.” 

The two of you got so close that you were practically on top of James. You rested your hands on his shoulders while his hands came to cup the side of your face and back of your neck. James smiled at you once before leaning in. His lips were soft and surprisingly full. You found yourself relaxing more. The two of you laughed before pulling apart and laughing some more. 

“Was that really your first kiss?” you asked him. 

“With a girl, yeah. But Remus has the first honor of ever touching these lips.” 

You and James broke apart, staying close enough for you to peck his lips once more. The door closed behind you but before you could make your way to the stairs for your dorm, you heard all three boys practically attack their friend.

(part 6)...

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Teaser Chapter: A Voyage to the Sunset, pt. 1

ASL ‘MERICA AU

Note: Surprise!! I actually did not plan on releasing this so soon, but I got to excited about it. Hopefully it’ll be enjoyable! I’ll be making one of these for each of the boys! No romance just platonic/familial.

Word Count: 1,678

CW: Implied physical abuse, broken bones, bullying

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Luffy has known from a young age that he is very different from other people. Although he lives with Grandpa Garp (who he lovingly nicknamed GeeGee), a beloved and respected old man in his town, his kindergarten and first grade classmates would always make sure to let him know how different he was. His usually blank face, his disinterest in most things (including school), the way he lit up when talking about certain topics. All of it, he noticed, was taboo.

Although he could tell there was something fundamentally different about him, he never assumed it was wrong, even when the bullying started. He knew it wasn't his fault that they jeered at him, called him names, and smushed all the bugs he was interested in. That didn't stop him from crying about it. Everyday he would come home, tears in his eyes as he detailed his struggles to fit in to Garp.

This isn't unfamiliar to Garp or the man he struggles to call his son. It's nothing new, for them at least, to be different. He got over it, so he assumed Luffy would too.

Unfortunately, Luffy can't tough it out too well. He was starting to feel his abnormality. The way his teachers looked at him as he fails every class but excels at beetle anatomy and edible foods, the shock and slight curiosity in their eyes as he opens up his notebook to show his drawings; all of it made it so glaringly obvious that he was an outcast. He wasn't good at drawing at all, but his wide eyed toothy grin distracted the teachers from that fact, proud of his knowledgeability with bugs but desperate to have him pay attention. So, as the weeks go by, charm was replaced by disappointment, and disappointment by office visits and skipped recesses. A delinquent in the making.

He finally tried, in second grade, to become friends with his bullies. He followed them around as they threw pebbles at him, grinning at them and pretending he can’t feel their dislike. He let them poke, prod, and push at him until he was hurting, because he would rather hurt than be all alone. He acted more normal, trying to tame his ever present energy so he would be liked. Garp noticed how injured he would come home every day, his gaze steeling because he knows how to raise soldiers and not children. The house was silent those days.

One day, Garp gets a call from the school, the familiar sound of Luffy's sobbing flooding the phone as they alert him that Luffy has been hurt again, and he has refused to tell them who did it. The seriousness sinks in when instead of getting directions to the school, he was getting directions to the hospital. All Garp could do on the drive over was obsess over how he failed again. He wondered when the crack happened in his family; he wondered if he was the one who caused it. His hands went white on the wheel as he pulled into the parking lot, his anxiety turned into anger and anger forced into control as he steels himself to face the grandson that he failed.

Luffy had claimed to break his arm by jumping off the swing. Garp calls bullshit, he knows his grandson is virtually indestructible. His head sags into his hands as he listens to the sniffles of his grandson who just won't harden up. It dawns on Garp, all at once, that he isn't cut out for this. He isn't cut out for anything but the battlefield. He wasn't even cut out for his own son, and Luffy isn't cut out for a sergeant and not a father figure. So, the day Luffy is discharged, he returns home to packed bags and GeeGee claims to take him on a road trip (which he believes with wide eyes and a smile). They pack up in Garp's old pickup truck, the engine sputtering to life after a few tugs at the keys in the transmission, the car ride silent and awkward. Luffy knows something is wrong, and for the first time, he is certain it's him; he knows it in the way that his grandfather's hands grip the wheel a little harder than usual, in how the trees outside don't speed by the window and instead crawl at a snail's pace. He wonders for a moment if he is broken and needs fixing before deciding to stop, instead wanting to memorize the shape of the trees as they pass. Cedar Elm, Southern Magnolia, Desert Willow, he lists, until half of the trees are unrecognizable, and it excites him to be able to know them. He lays his hand on the window, the cast stopping him from fidgeting too much as his thoughts run from him, and he lets them, freely.

Garp watches his grandson from the corner of his eyes, his whitened knuckles regaining their color as he witnesses the pure wonder in his grandson that Garp seemed to have lost over the years. The thought that he isn't cut out for this crosses his mind again, his lips pursing as a familiar softness blooms in him. He resents the vulnerability it brings. He wasn't prepared for this little boy who feels so deeply, a little boy who shouldn't be his to take care of. Luffy turns to him, smiling in his seat as he points out the window with an exclamation, and Garp's facade of cement and brick cracks; his eyes soften, a hand going to rest on Luffy's head.

"It's not that you're a bad kid. Never has been." The words crack when they leave his mouth. Luffy looks up at him with wide brown eyes, his smile melting into a flat face before his eyes settle onto the window in front of him.

"I can't raise a kid like you, Luffy. Couldn't raise your father, can't raise you. I just ain't fit for it." He says, his eyebrows furrowing as he watches the road go by, every sign a step closer to leaving his grandson. His little boy.

"Why not?" Luffy asks, his loud voice ringing in the car as his hand picks at his frayed shorts.

"I just... ain't cut out for fatherhood. I couldn't make you or your damn daddy harden up like a man ought to. You've got to, to live well. And I would say your daddy is livin' everythin' but well.

It hangs in the air for a moment, echoing in both of their minds before Luffy nods slowly, returning to looking out of his side window. The silence returns, and it weighs on Garp's heart, guilt running through him as the urge to turn around gnaws at his resolve.

"If I had been normal, do ya think you'da been fit for it?" Luffy's voice asks, smaller this time. Garp shifts his eyes to the back of his head quickly, before they return.

"Maybe," he says, pursing his lips tightly afterwards. Luffy slowly nods again, his hand softly gripping the cast enveloping his other arm. He pauses for a moment, frowning because he dislikes thinking too deeply, but it seems he has no choice.

"Alright."

Garp's chest heaves with a deep sigh, his hand leaves Luffy's head to pull at his beard, the silence returning to make him question his decision.

"I don't think l'd like bein' like you much when I get old," Luffy's tone is even; there's no bite to be found his words. It's a simple fact.

"I'd rather stay me."

Garp looks at him, puzzled by the child beside him. He puts another hand to his wheel, before shifting it to grip his knee, a laugh bubbling up in his chest. Luffy eyes him while he howls with laughter, before joining, because something must have been funny if his Geegee was laughing. The car slows to a stop on the side of the road as Garp wipes his tears, his hand clapping onto Luffy's back so hard that Luffy thinks his eyes might just roll out of his head.

"I reckon you'll learn!" He exclaims, and Luffy realizes after a few moments that he is being mocked. The realization seeps into him like poison; it picks at his bones and eats at his heart. His own grandfather is throwing rocks at him, he is squishing the bugs he likes, and he is breaking his arm. His hands tighten into fists, his arm aching.

"I'll be damned if I do. I'd rather die." Luffy's gaze has steeled on his grandfather, his brows furrowing in anger because how dare his own grandfather insult his dream?

"Watch your tone boy," Garp responds lowly, his tone and resolve matching Luffy's as he grits his teeth, "You've no idea what l've been through to keep you safe and fed. I raised you whether I liked it or not. You've got not a clue in the world how many people in your family had to toughen up just like you."

"That's got nothin' to do with me." Luffy tells him simply; his tone is as flat and even before, but this time Garp is raising a hand. A threat of violence and a promise that any backtalk will be met with force. Luffy's mouth shuts as he crosses his arms as best he can, tears brimming in his eyes as the car starts driving again, the trees in the window passing so quickly that Luffy could no longer make out their shapes or names. He settles further into his seat, the air in the car boiling with unspoken rage. After a long while, his eyes focus and refocus on the sinking sun through the front window sleepily, and he wonders if the place that his grandfather is taking him is waiting there for him. He thinks he’d quite like that, living right under the sun. He keeps thinking, imagining their destination, until slowly but surely his eyes fall closed, and he drifts softly into a dream that is his and his alone.

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[desired-fantasy-writings]

Mixture Of Headcanons - Maxime Le Mal

Requested by: Nobody

Warnings: Sexual headcanons below NSFW cut

Readers Gender: Gender Neutral

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Fanfic Genre: SFW and NSFW

Word Count: 737

A/N: As I'm writing this, I feel a tad embarrassed and confused that somehow a badly written French cockroach villian man pulled me out of my 2-3 year writer's block. Wtf-

Anywaysss, onto the regular headcanons and some relationship headcanons, a mixture of things.... for this whimpy whiney shit (I say this lovingly.)

[Headcanons and some ramblings in the tags contain some spoilers. If you haven't watched DM4 yet feel free to swipe by this]

SFW

• Mans will not shut the fuck up about himself, how great he is and how everyone else fucking sucks and he's perfect in every way. VERY sassy, self absorbed, snobby, has anger problems (obvious), and secretly clingy. He thinks he's the shit. You'll just have to... "indulge him" by listening to every small thing he got bothered by that day. Every little thing can set him off. Cannot let grudges go.

• Obviously his thing is that he talks with his hands... a lot. It's one of many ways to tell what type of mood he's in at that moment. Frantic, heavy hand movements, and fingers twitching? He mad. Quick bursts of movement, doing quick little claps and finger tapping? For sure in a good mood.

• Maxime cannot hide his emotions, like at all. One of his weaknesses. He's VERY animated with his body language and voice.

• Many people will not agree with this one, so bare with me. From my own observation he has many traits and behaviours of someone who has a undiagnosed narcissistic disorder, or some other type of undiagnosed personality disorder. [This is just a headcanon of mine please don't jump me- 😭]

• By his fascination and obsession with bugs, I wouldn't be surprised if he was autistic or ADHD... or not, idk. He kinda act like me fr.

• I can imagine when he was still partly cockroach he wore gloves due to increased sensitivity, before the transformation he only wore them as a fashion choice. After AVL de-transformed him, they couldn't reverse everything. What was left was the antennas, some of his strength, and the heightened sensitivity - even afterward he still continues to wear gloves to prevent himself from overwhelming his senses.

• Seen many people theorise that Maxime feels phantom pain often and a great need to spread his non-existent wings and extra limbs after the de-transformation. It makes a lot of sense... It's quite interesting, as sad as it is...

• Fixing, fiddling, and tinkering with anything is one his ways to calm down, also could be considered a type of stim. Uses his cane for the same purpose. Maxime has to fiddle with something in his hands or he'll get absolutely fidgety and agitated with the extra amount of energy he has built up. Often wants someone to be by him as he tinkers and talks away.

• Has a fine taste in fashion (maybe not the giant ahs green coat he has.. but it find it cute.) The outfit he has at the end of the movie though? GAWDDDDDD where do I ever start? BLUEEE IS HIS COLOURRR. (Alsoooo I 100% believe his outfit was inspired by Balthazar Bratt, btw-)

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• Soooo his voice... he's well aware people find accents a turn on, so uses it to his advantage when he sees fit ...And on his partner especially (let's just pretend Valentina isn't in the picture). Often when he wants their attention he slows his speech, making sure to drag out every word he says as he flirts with them, letting his French accent go on full force - seeing if he can get any reaction of them. As he does he impulsively switched between English and French. If his partner don't know a single bit of French.... Just for fun he'd speak so many dirty words to them in French, often leaving them confused trying to figure out what he just said to them. If they do speak French like he does, it's fair game. If he doesn't get a reaction out of his partner, he'll keep being persistent til they do, the man does NOT give up easy. (Being mean and teasing his partner is 100% his love language.)

(If his partner have a voice kink, and Maxime finds out, good luck never having a moment of silence ever again-)

• Maxime's kisses are so divine. IT'S not because he's french and that's the stereotype... But he certainly does live up to it. How he kisses his partner can determine how he's feeling in that moment, either wanting attention and love from them... or more, his kisses leaving them a gasp every time. There's never a dull moment, especially when he dips them out of nowhere to give them the best french kisses... Also best be careful, he bites. ;)

• I can see him being the type of man to not rush things, but make it so painfully saken slow for his partner til they break and can't stand it. He loves to be in control, and controlling when his partner can have what they desperately need for some sort of release... He thrives off of it. Torturing them and watching his partner squirm and beg is one of his greatest pleasures.

(If his partner "wrestles with him" and wins, which most of the time unlikely... Maxime's all theirs, their in control now. His partner can do whatever to him.... But careful, he likes to fight back.)

• Will make his partner suffer by making them watch him please himself, knowing how much his partner needs him and want to please him as they watch, struggling to stay put. He just smirks and chuckles the whole time, his accent tickling his partner's ears, adding even more to the torture and pleasure they'd feel later on.

• With how expressive he is, he does not hide it at all in the bedroom. From groans, moans, growls, whines - this man does everything. He feels no shame showing his partner how much they affect him. The look of amusement that covers his partner's features hearing him being so loud gets him even more turned on.

• Is very grabby. By the end of it his partner will be covered in scratches, bruises, hickies, and bite marks. Maxime is surprisingly stronger than he looks, easily pinning his partner down with his skinny frame. Can grip too hard sometimes. When this man gets horny.. HE'S horny.

• Maxime's antennas are extremely sensitive... According to him in DM4. I can imagine them being an extremely sensitive erectile zone if rubbed just right. Depending on his mood it can either go both ways - a wholesome cuddle session with his partner... Or they'll be in either of each other's lair for the rest of the day not leaving the bedroom.... His partner is in for an aggressive, loving ride. I can imagine his antennas twitching more too.

• Maxime is thicker than most. Has an average length just enough to be comfortable with, but his girth will definitely take some getting used to at first. It starts curved upward from the middle, has many veins and textures for his partner to experience.

• Is a very cleanzy man, trims himself quite nicely just enough to have lovely peach fuzz.

• If his eye twitches when he's angry..... Imagine it twitching as he gets close, ahahahah...

• Again, WILL NOT, shut up. Not a single moment will there ever be a silent moment. Talks SOO much shit, so much filth it can honestly get overwhelming with how much he is saying as he pounds into his partner. He's such a little shit as he does this. He knows exactly what to say to get them squirming, whimpering and their blood pumping.

• It's hard to understand him half the time - his English words getting mixed with his native tongue French. In the heat of the moment it's incredible to see, seeing him get so into the intimate moment between his partner that his words get all jumbled up because of them~

A/N: I have so many more ideas and theories for this french fella. I may or may not write more.... If the people demand for it... 👀👉👈 (Hold me accountable plz I'd hate to go into an writer's block again-) I'm pretty rusty from writing atm I'll probably rewrite this a bit later.

[kikosaurscave]

getting high with neteyam:

-unproffesionly use of weed

-kinda heated kissing

-remember that theyre young , high asf teens

-theres a part 3 bc i had a sudden gooder idea thats more age wise friendly

"cmon its not that far away" you whisper to the groaning boy who rubs his eyes, "y/n why in the middle of eclipse? can this not wait ?"

the look you gave him let him know your lack of patience. you js wanna get high ASAP

he walks closely next to you hand in hand to not seperate as you let the soft vibrance of the plants around you guide your way to what you craved the most for in the past 16 hours.

his fingers caress yours while you happily tell him about your current obsession "this plant , it is amazing ! and all we did was burn it ! you should have seen tsahik, talking to the walls of the peoples lab" you let out a laugh that he knows he adores. he could listen to you ramble about anything because he loves your voice

"i hope this is worth it" he grumbles to you, you rolls you eyes , excitement creeping up on you when you spot the enchanting plant of .pot

you tell him to gather the buds of the plants while you find a hooded area covered by the large bright leaves and glowing mushrooms and fruit , the spot big enough for about 5 of you to just chill out in and get smoke weed

you made the fire and by the time its lit neteyam reckons hes gathered enough , he thinks its been long enough seperated meters away from you but he js wants your presence

"throw some in nete , not to much" you smile up at him before watching as the glowing green buds spark in the orange heat , he watchesthe way the fire reflects in your __ eyes , the smoke isnt enough to distract him it just makes him want to focus on you more , just you

"it looks..cool. now what happens?" his honest confusion humors you, "come sit"

10 MINUTES IS HOW LONG IT TAKES FOR THE AREA TO FILL WITH THE FOG BEFORE YOU TWO CRAWL OUT FOR BETTER AIR

he cant tell if his laugh is louder in his head or if its just him , are you quiet ? or can you also see that bug on the tip of that leaf ?

hes def feeling it and its honestly amazing.

while yous r tripping you js keep telling eachother stories that you arent even sure are your own memories or not

you get anxieties when he goes quiet, you hear his harsh breaths from right beside you , his tail drags along yours and when you turn his way , its js immediate intense eye contact, this guy is tripping hard out.

"are you okay ?" you ask him, the worried look in your eyes js makes him fold, he moves a piece of your braided hair out of your face , tilting his head abit

staring into eachothers eyes while high js catches you both in a trance, to him your eyes glow in the different shades of the vibrant colours running around you both. the yellow coat of his irises could taint your view of all the different colours that surround pandora , there would be nothing as bright or as gorgeous as his eyes when the colour melts with yours.

"i want to kiss you" the statement is barely heard over the loud songs that the trees around you hum out , your curt nod has his hand holdinh the side of your head bringing you closer to him the other gently folding into yourown hand

the kiss is sloppy, full of feelings and passion, when you lean in and his arm moves to pull you closer, neither of you can get enough of the touch, you pull away for air but to him he js needs to feel you , suddenly your presence isnt enough like this is so rude to him js merge skins with him already- but hes gentle widit

he'll pull you closer while you both breathe heavily and he'll gently rub his hands up nd down ur back. hes never done this before, felt this before but a look into your eyes and the worry of being uncomfortable js disappears.

hands resting on either side of his face, you on his lap and his arms around your waist, both of you high as fuck

"lets go ride our ikran to ayram alusìng (floating mountains)"

youd race eachother there and suddenly you both feel like youre quieter than you really are, the day is soon and flying your ikran together feels like a dream, your body tingles as the air rushes over you body , you can both feel your smiles with your whole faces , atp you dont even bother tryna to be quiet when you return , neteyam is just a mess at this point and you wonder how he'll be able to continue his training today

unfortunately for you when you return to your tent your brother sits in front of the balazing fire, waiting for who knows how long

"tsmuke (sister) where were you ?"

is the first thing he askes you, he doesnt even ask if ur alright bro

"no where" "who were you with." "eylan (a friend) "how many? " "awpo (one individual)" "eve? evan? (girl? boy?)" "tute (a person)" "tupe. (who.)"

his voice is stern , the reflection of the fire in his eyes intimidate you , when he turns to look at you , you end up feeling cornered

"neteyam"

youre grounded from seeing him for until tsu'tey says so , you beg him to not tell toruk makto and he feels bad , the look his little sister gives him makes him feel like the worst person in the world so even though its unlike him to do so , he gives in and promises not to say anything

it wont matter in about a week though because the sky people are on hunt for the sullys , you wouldnt be able to see him for a while and it scares you

- end

ending is shit bc i kinda rushed the ending but it took longer than expected to write this , part 3 is coming

somewhat proofread

lmk what you think

[datesinredink]

I won’t lie, I completely forgot that I actually planned on posting writing on this blog- aghhh I’m one of the most inconsistent people alive, god help this outcast please. Here’s some stuff I wrote while listening to the ruikasa fixer cover. Hopefully since school’s over for the summer I’ll remember to write more! Might do Tsukasa later.

General yandere Rui headcanons

Yandere type: Monopoly main type with stalker and manipulative subtypes

I think you’d know Rui either as one of his middle school friends or as a WxS fan

If you were friends in middle school, I think he’d be less intense in his obsession. You’ve already stuck with him for this long, so he has less doubts of whether or not you’ll leave him.

On the other hand, if you meet him through his shows with wxs, he’s much more paranoid about you abandoning him, especially if you also end up getting close with the other members.

He doesn’t realize his feelings for you at first, though his friends probably notice. It’s likely one of them teasing him about you that makes him finally piece things together.

Anyway, I think he would’ve stalked you throughout school and occasionally outside of that even before he realized he loved you, but now that he knows, he’s upping the ante

Any room with good hiding spots have cameras in them, he’s hacking your devices, giving you little robotic gifts that, while cute and fun, also have listening bugs.

Speaking of gifts, you now have a horde of them. Anything from little figurines that throw confetti, to your own robo-you if you’re shy like Nene.

He brings you along to his rehearsals. He does show off a bit, but it’s in line enough with his usual dramatics that it’s only obvious if you’re looking for it.

Unfortunately, Rui tends to be Extremely Jealous. He is NOT a fan of you getting close with the others. I think he’d believe Tsukasa to be the biggest threat, since he can be genuinely charming, followed by Emu, then Nene, since he’s known her for a while and trusts that she won’t hurt him by getting in his way.

I don’t think he would resort to killing other people, it’s just not in his character. I think his method of driving people away from you would be leaning into his reputation as an unhinged freak so that people stop talking to you since he’s pretty much glued to your side whenever he can be. This might result in some injury to others, but usually nothing too bad. He won’t go further than a medium sized cut or a particularly bad bruise.

The main motive behind his obsession is a fear of abandonment. He’s been so alone and isolated from his peers for so long that the first time someone he’s in love with doesn’t think he’s creepy (before the stalking, anyway) he can’t help but latch on to you and never want to let go.

He’s entirely aware that what he’s doing and feeling isn’t normal or sane, but at the same time, he doesn’t really care. Even if you do find out, he’s been called a maniac for almost all of his life, so even if it stings a bit more, what’s one more person? If push comes to shove, he could just stage an incident to get you expelled and then keep you in his basement with him and his inventions.