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sxeraphfic · 7 months ago

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Donnie Darko x goth!reader 🙏🙏🙏

GOTH!READER X DONNIE DARKO

WARNINGS; basically none! Slight swearing and bullying but that's it.

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A/N: Gender neutral prns used in this for readers! I'm assuming by goth you mean trad goth (which fits the time era honestly) or maybe romantic goth (my style hehe lol) so I'll keep that as a reference. Theres also a pov switch half way through. Hope it isn't too jarring!

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Donnie had never had a particular taste in people, really, he’d be surprised and feel lucky enough to have someone even glance over at him in a slightly romantic regard. Sure he had his ex-girlfriend Gretchen show interest in him but that didn't really assure him of how attractive he was, he could barely comprehend how others perceive him other than the obvious being that he's a little out of it. He liked all sorts of different styles of people, who was he to judge? It's not like he was particularly fashionable outside of the average late 80s young mens fashion.

This statement wouldn't last long though, as he placed his backpack on the back of his chair and sat down he saw an unfamiliar person sitting at the front of his class alone from the others. The teacher smacked the chalkboard with her ruler to gain the class's attention, “Attention class! Good morning everyone” she announced. “Today we have a student transferring from the other class to join ours” students began to whisper to each other, “Dear, why don't you come up here and introduce yourself?” she clearly had good intentions with asking this. But this is like.. The number one way to make a kid embarrassed, Donnie pondered to himself.

The transfer stood up in front of the board “um.. hey.. my name y/n l/n, i've moved from the class next door” -- “no wonder you had to move '' one of the kids called out jokingly, y/n sighed in an annoyed tone. Donnie stared at you, you were well.. Clearly alternative, goth? You were dressed in the normal school uniform but your hair, makeup, piercings made it obvious you weren't like the basic kid. He felt his insides twist a little, you were beautiful. You looked so mysterious and otherworldly compared to the other students and he was enamoured by your appearance.

Apparently some of the less emotionally intelligent people in our class didn't see that though, not even ten minutes after finishing your introduction and sitting back down you had some kids throw paper balls at you from across the classroom. And as the average lame ass teacher does she ignored your clear bullying situation. Donnie wanted to say something, but bit his tongue. Glancing at you pitfully only to be met with a glare in return, ‘oh god, did i make them feel even worse?’ He worried to himself. ‘Of course I did. God, I'm bad at being chill.‘

A few hours after school, as the dark began to dawn upon the sky donnie found himself lying on his bed daydreaming of you, what type of music could you be into? Surely Dark wave or post punk right? Did you dress even more extreme outside of school? Were you secretly kind and sweet underneath your intimidating appearance? Were your lips as soft as they seemed? Donnie snapped out of it, what was he thinking… he felt kind of creepy daydreaming about someone he's never even spoken to before. Ever since he had gotten home he'd been more zombie-like than usual, his parents even asked him at the dinner table if he had been taking his meds and he scoffed, for once that wasn't the issue. The issue was he had fallen in love at first sight.

Morning came around, Donnie walked with his doofhead friends aside his sister and her little group. “Donnieee” Samantha groaned “we’re all gonna be late for the bus we took too long!” Donnie and his friends shrugged and Samantha retorted “well my friends and i aren't gonna miss the bus. Have fun slow pokes” she said as she signalled her friends to start running up to the bus stop.

Samantha for once in her miniature life span was right, Donnie and his friends did in fact take too long. Now they had to walk all the way to school and be late. This wasn't all bad though, as the one and only y/n pushed between them to get through clearly having also missed the bus as well. He could hear your music practically blasting through your walkman, funny. Wasn't that a metalhead thing to do? Donnies friends began to snicker to themselves “what a loser” they whispered in reference to you. Donnie gave them an annoyed glare, before speeding up to walk next to you and speak.

“Uh.. hey uh-” he began, you looked at him in confusion, taking your headphones off.

“What?” you said bluntly, internally you were nervous, you'd already gotten the shit bullied out of you yesterday. You don't need another total dweeb ruining your day before you even manage to get in the school gates. “I'm uh.. Donnie Darko, I figured I'd say hi since we’re in the same class now right?” he smiled awkwardly and attempted to shake your hand. You gave him a wonky smile back, “oh uh.. hey nice to meet you Donnie.” The handshake failed miserably, you tried to shake his hand but took too long to process the action.

What the fuck am i doing? Donnie thought to himself, he was incredibly nervous. The two of you had been walking in essentially complete silence for 5 minutes now, Donnie felt like an idiot for assuming someone as cool as you would be interested in talking to him, he gave you a slight glance and you returned it back

Sighing, you figured that indulging in a little conversation wouldn't kill you. Besides, if he came up to you in the first place and has stuck around walking with you for this long without saying anything outlandish surely he wasn't all bad.

“Sooo.. Darko huh? Kind of a cool last name isn't it?” you initiated. “You think it's cool? I swear people just make fun of me or think it's weird” he looked at you with giddiness in his eyes and smiled, ‘oh. He's cute.’ you thought to yourself. “So is there a particular reason you've decided to be nice to me Donnie?” he shrugged nervously “Oh well- i mean i don't know, i'm not exactly popular myself so i guess i understand how it feels to be judged” you thinly smiled in response before you began to hear high pitched exaggerating moaning noises from behind you, Donnie’s friends were acting up. “Ugh fuck im sorry about them.” Donnie groaned, “it's chill, i've dealt with worse” you shrugged, before continuing “ever jigged school before Donnie?” he raised his brow at you “sure have y/n.” you giggled “let's ditch these losers i know a spot.”

You lead him down an old path through the forest before sitting at what looked like some sort of strange concrete circle on the ground. “Jesus y/n how’d you even manage to find this place?” he voiced in shock “Someone who looks like me has their ways,” you smirked. “Y'know y/n i may end up regretting this, i actually have some major sleepwalking issues. I'd hate to wake up down here at 6am” he chuckled softly before sitting on the ground with you. “Sleepwalking? At this age too? Why's that?” Donnie smiled looking down to the ground “oh well uh.. We all got our own problems right?” “amen to that donnie.” you started to soften up, he seemed genuine.

“Hey, sorry about glaring at you the other day. And being kind of rude when you tried to speak to me earlier” his eyes stared into yours “it's fine y/n, and understandable.. You have all sorts of people targeting you at the moment id be no different at first sight” he continued “i mean, with the way you look and all. You don't seem to care to live up to others expectations of what you should be, you're more free than m-majority of the people in our school will e-ever be. I'm uh envious really.” he started off saying this quite assertively, but his words tangled in soft stutters at the end as the intensity of your gaze made him recoil into himself. “Wow Donnie, I didn't expect that many words to come out of your mouth.. Let alone be so true..” “It feels good to have someone who gets it for once.” you warmly smiled.

“Do you listen to music, Donnie?” you inquired “you mean do i listen to your type of music?” he snickered, you rolled your eyes in response “duh.” He thought about it for a second “well yeah i guess technically, nothing super niche but i like new wave.” you nodded your head “we should uh.. Y'know hangout sometime and listen together, i could introduce you to some stuff " Donnie perked up "in a going together type of way?” you gave him a confused look. “Ah sorry i meant to say going out ugh” he looked flustered and you giggled, before standing up and proceeding to pull him with you. You embraced him, gazing into his eyes beginning to lean in closer to his face.

Hehe cliff hanger. Maybe you guys kissed, maybe you pushed him away and called him a weirdo! Who knows, hope you enjoyed my lovelies

partially proof read. will check for mistakes.

#jake gyllenhaal #drabble #fanfic #fandom #fanfiction writer #fanfic ideas #x reader #donnie darko #donnie darko x reader #valenfics #fluff #my hcs #imagines #oneshot

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shelaghdette · 10 months ago

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headcanon with evidence: shelagh turner is autistic/neurodivergent!

intense interests: shelagh's special interest is obviously the science of midwifery. she's only 30 years old at the beginning of the series, but already her expertise is virtually on par with the older nuns. her deep knowledge is very well respected by her patients and colleagues. she also LOVES to talk about it, you can see her face light up every time she has a chance.

hyperfocus: when shelagh is completely absorbed in a task, she struggles to notice anything else around her. for example, in the very first episode, she doesn't even notice jenny is in the room when she comes to inform sister julienne about her latest delivery. when sister julienne introduces her to jenny, she only very briefly acknowledges her, and then goes back to talking about work, which ties into -

struggling with social cues: in scenes with lots of shelagh dialogue, notice how she struggles to make prolonged eye contact. a notable exception is sister julienne and, later, patrick, but this makes sense. a lot of autistic people struggle to make eye contact generally, but have a few "safe people" with whom it's a lot easier. shelagh also struggles with boundaries, indicated by her lack of ability to ask for help when she needs it or say no when she's asked to do something. she can also be very blunt and forthright about her opinions, such as when she tells jenny to "please stop wittering on about vegetables, i could not care less." she wasn't trying to be rude, she was just indicating her disinterest in the subject in a very to-the-point way. also, when she was infodumping about the bri-nylon nightie, and CLEARLY misunderstanding cues that patrick thought she was extremely sexy in that little get-up 😳😏

stimming: shelagh is CONSTANTLY stimming. most notable are her hand movements, she fidgets with her hands a lot, and when she sits at a table, she often keeps her hands below the surface. i believe this is so she can subtly stim without attracting attention. oh, and you know the autistic stereotype of velociraptor arms? well, i give you...

masking: she's a social chameleon. her speech mannerisms were much more formal and clipped while she was still in the religious life, because she was holding herself to a certain standard, even though it's not necessarily required (look at sister evangelina). i think she was trying to model her behaviour and mannerisms on sister julienne, which is SO COMMON for autistic women to copy the behaviour of someone they admire in order to blend. she also "mirrors" body language, seen here. (both have their hands in their pockets, their legs are the same width apart. also peep my babygirl not making eye contact AGAIN while he's directly looking at her face!)

exaggerated facial expressions and emotive tone of voice: it's a common misconception that autistic people always have monotonous voices and flat facial affect. some do, but just as many are the complete opposite and actually have really varied expressions and tones. ctm fans who don't like shelagh tend to point this fact out about her, but to me it just makes her relatable, because i'm a really emotive autistic person too!

also, this is just anecdotal, but all of my autistic friends who watch ctm agree with me that shelagh is most likely autistic. and we're really good at identifying autistic traits in others.

these are just my observations from watching the show, as an autistic person. if you don't share these views, that's fine! but please be mindful of what you say if you aren't neurodivergent ♡

#call the midwife #shelagh turner #ctm headcanon #autistic representation

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aboutzatanna · 29 days ago

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I noticed that Zatanna described herself as having a flaw that makes her “fall for losers.”

Notice that “loser” isn’t the same as “bad boy.”

She doesn’t like Bad Boys, she likes Losers. (According to Grant Morrison, anyway.)

But if we take this self-description as accurate, I feel like this can contextualize what she sees in the likes of Barry Allen, John Constantine, Bruce Wayne, her former manager, and that one guy from the Detroit Era Justice League of America.

How do you think she may understand “loser” in way that makes sense of these seemingly disparate attractions?

What do you think could be the source of this “flaw” based on her history?

I think it’s possible that to Zatanna, “loser” isn’t about being generally unsuccessful in life, it’s about striving despite a lack of success.

You have to actually try and fail at something to be a loser.

I think it’s a deep respect for men who can live in the space of being knocked down.

A respect for tripping and falling and rebounding with grace.

Might come from a the fact that it’s a kind of strength doesn’t allow for herself as a perfectionist stage performer.

Well, the panel itself is from Seven Soldiers by Grant Morrison where Zatanna is attending therapy after royally screwing up by accidentally summoning an other-dimensional entity and also getting a group of fellow magicians killed whilst on an excursion to another dimension leaving her as the only survivor.

I don't think anyone has the best assessment of themselves when they are feeling extremely depressed and guilty.

You're correct in that if you look at her romantic history that most of the guys aren't losers (Batman, Barry Allen, Jeffery Sloan, Dale Gunn) but it is also obvious she has dated plenty of guys off screen and likely many she regretted dating:

Source: Zatanna: Everyday Magic

And also guys who couldn't handle her lifestyle:

Source: Zatanna: Everyday Magic

Maybe Hal Cook

And while she clearly craves a happy, fulfilling stable relationship, its also elusive because the world of magic is dangerous and has already taken away so many of her loved ones:

Source: Zatanna: Everyday Magic

If you look at her life; her mom disappeared when she was a baby, her dad went missing when she was barely out of her teen and she had to search for him herself, then she found out her mom was live only for said mom to die and her dad also died later on sacrificing herself for her.

It makes sense that someone like that would suffer from abandonment issues, be afraid of getting too close to someone, maybe even isolate herself from good people in life to keep them from getting hurt.

I remember there was a character named Ron in the Zatanna: Come Together mini series. I remember initially not liking the Ron character but upon re-reads realized that he is an okay dude, just not compatible with Zee and the relationship fell apart because Zatanna did not want to open up:

She hooks up with Joshua, the son of her mentor, Marsha in the series.

Marsha died whilst working with her coven and Zatanna to stop the Eldritch Abomination. And although the above panels show that Joshua still had affection for Zee and did not blame her, Zatanna's response "but it can be good with time" comes off as if she has already begun to push him away. Because of her guilt over Marsha plus not wanting to hurt him. Joshua didn't appear after this series which is a shame because I think he's one of the better love interests she's had. Plus his mom was a witch so there is an opportunity for him to have learned magic on his own. No good reason for him to be in limbo other than writers not remembering his existence.

#zatanna #zatanna zatara #asks #zatanna everyday magic #zatanna come together #joshua #hal cook #seven soldiers zatanna

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linskywords · 2 months ago

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I saw your reblog about fucked up things and being the first to post on AO3 about them and laughed out loud! But I was wondering, do you have any fanfiction hard limits? Like pairings you would never write/tropes you will not read or write?? Love your works sooo much thank you for feeding all of us constantly!!! 🥰

Haha what a fun question! Hard limits...not a ton of them, honestly. There are kinks I feel like aren't for me, but I tend to be into characters being into things, so the right fic can really easily change my mind on them. Heck, I used to think mpreg was a bridge too far for me. That clearly didn't last long. 🤣

HOWEVER I really don't like unrequited love. Requited love is basically what I read and write for, and unrequited love just makes me sad. Even unrequited background relationships are tough for me, especially if they're a pairing I've read elsewhere (I remember one fic -- I think McStrome? -- had Taylor Hall being sad about not being soulmates with Jordan Eberle in the background and I was Not Okay). Absolutely loved dilangley's recent mattdrai fic barons except Trevor had a point of view and he was single and not with Jamie and I might still not be okay about it.

I also don't love huge power differentials. Like, I'll write a moderate age difference, that's not a hard limit for me, but I'll see it as something to compensate for rather than a selling point. How to make this couple feel balanced even though one is way older/more powerful/in a different life stage than the other? And if that can't be done convincingly, I'm probably going to be less interested in writing them. To take this to an extreme: parent-child incest is probably a hard limit for me. Maybe there are exceptions, but I can't imagine them.

There's also a group of tropes that just aren't quite as much for me. I don't love gangbangs; I tend to want my sex to come with emotional attachment or at least really compelling attraction. I don't hate enemies to lovers, but friends to lovers is more my jam (see also: why I still haven't written mattdrai without Connor being involved). I love romantic tension, so I'm less into pure fluff and established relationships. And I don't like coffee shop AUs. They're just boring. 😅 (No, I mean, they're not all boring. But I far prefer the tension of "we already mean a lot to each other, oh no now I have feelings.")

I don't know that there are any pairings that are hard limits for me! Some are less appealing than others, but the only thing that would be really challenging for me is breaking up a pairing I love and putting them with other people -- and even then I've done it sometimes. I tend to put most pairings I haven't written into a "waiting to be sold on it" bucket. Much like kinks. What a fun bucket. 😘

#fic #tropes #hockey rpf #writing

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just-a-normal-regretter · 7 months ago

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A cursed theory that I must share.

Odd knows how to throw himeslf off a moving vehicle with minimal injuries.

And that got me thinking.

Why was he sent to Kadic? Why did his parents never question where kiwi is? They had to know about the no dogs thing. (Unless this was adressed between them off screen, in which case why was there no effort to visit and take Kiwi home?)

So a theory for you: Odd was a vigilante of some kind. (Boy had a tail on Lyoko and no balance problems. He clearly is trained in some way. Maybe a magical girl esc situation or something but still. That is not a normal reaction to suddenly having a new limb you can control. Unless it isn't new.)

Or maybe he is trying very hard to keep some powers a secret.

I mean. Aelita had a little elf toy and became an elf on lyoko. Yumi is Japanese and being geisha is a normal, respected job that many aspire to be. Ulrich is a samurai, and by golly aren't Samurai cool people who protect others and work under a lord (bit of a stretch but he's a teenager. With a dad like that I would not be surprised if there was a little escapism involved.) William just got a BFS and really. What teenager would not go wild for a cool sword (seriously the thing reminds me of final fantasy 7).

Then there's Odd. The purple I can get. But the cat never gets an explanation, given the scanner wasn't active while Kiwi was in there. Add in that weird purple no explanation given ever spot in his hair and something doesn't add up. (Yes Aelita's hair is pink but redheads exist so I can see the leap given nobody questions it. People question Odd's hair.)

So really. Something is up with this boy's history. I personally believe superhero of some kind (magical girl esc shenanigans included) or escaped experiment.

What do you think?

Sorry for the late response but anon, you could totally make an AU out of this haha (magical girl-verse or general superhero/escaped experiment tomfoolery). Honestly you could probably spin the magical girl AU quite a bit with Kiwi playing as the Familiar, or even play on the escaped experiment idea and twist it around a bit with series lore

Theory-wise can't be too crazily sold on it. Odd's parents aren't the most observant of their kids (and canon pretty much makes it seem like they're so busy they don't really keep an eye on what goes on in their kids lives) so I imagine what is happening with Kiwi slips under the rug. That and perhaps Odd's sisters don't want to admit they let their little brother sneak off with the family dog, either out of sibling comrodery or they don't want to get in trouble for this as well lol

I've seen some authors like to offer the headcanon that Odd likes to dye his hair (I'm one of those writers haha, Evolution may have been extremely shaky but there are some ideas that can certainly work etc etc Odd having brunet hair is one of them). The kid loves to dress up in flamboyant colors, bright pink, yellow, purple, you get the idea. Part of me likes to think it's to attract attention, he is just one of six kids after all (mind you the only boy and the youngest of the bunch too). I'm sorta headcanon-posting about Odd's parents being emotionally neglectful. I mean it's also kinda out there in the episode. Sure they "care" on the surface level but they don't really offer much structure? They let him loose, offer unconditional love without any set rules. Obviously there's a fine line given the other side of the spectrum is like, say, Ulrich's family (or father in particular) for example. But too much care without guidance can leave kids feeling in the dark and truly not cared for. Especially if they see other kids actually having that healthy relationship/boundaries taught to them (I hope I'm conveying this all right lmao)

Anyhow! Back to this and off the headcanon tangent, I imagine Lyoko grants some knowledge on how to use their abilities. Or at least, kinda like ingrained instincts already despite not having much experience with them just yet. I like to point out how easy it was for Yumi to wield her fans, or for Ulrich to instantly know how to use super sprint in the prequel, even the contested shield of Odd's just showed up out of nowhere there lol. The tail not causing balance issues is probably one of the instinctual things, just like how Odd can go back and forth from cat paws to human hands without batting an eye. This could also just thrive in your theory/AU either way haha

I've heard some suggestions that Kiwi shed some fur in the scanner Odd went in right before he was virtualized for the first time, so maybe that could lend some idea to his form? This one is the weakest out of the bunch though, especially given dog fur really doesn't equal cat. Cats are flexible and agile though (they love to sleep and eat, they're very playful despite not knowing when to hold back at times, I own two cats atm so this is my own observations leaking over haha), Odd fits the bill, and he's an animal lover (or a dog lover, I forget if the show has mentioned if he just doesn't like cats or whatnot it's been a while). I remember bits and pieces of cats having a sixth sense (not really but people like to say they do) so that can line up with Future Flash, Odd's a gamer which is my only decent excuse for laser arrow lmfao Thank you for your ask! Sorry about the bit of delay but it was very fun chatting and thinking about all of this :)

#answered ask moment #anon ask #code lyoko #i'm awkward af but i do love asks so this was wonderful to see #headcanons galore on all ends but at the end of the day #it's fun to speculate and think about all of this #unironically the odd magical girl au would be such comedy i feel #i hope anon gets the courage to write it cause i'd be so down for the shenangians

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ravenzeppeli · 9 months ago

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Chapter 6- Bad Babysitter |Pesci x Reader|

Warning: strong language, murder, gore. MA.

Pesci's POV

Pesci's experience with women could be summed up in two awkward situations that he planned to take to his grave. He was terrible with women, never being able to get their attention, never being able to even get his first kiss. He was a loser, a virgin, having to lie to all of teammates years ago about losing his virginity to save himself to embarrassment of being in his late 20s and still unable to get lucky with a woman.

Even with you, he struggled. At first, he didn't even want to be a part of this, being dragged in by Prosciutto telling him to man up and try it out. You never bothered him. As a matter of fact, you've hardly spoken to him. He's never had a conversation with you. He found you kind of.. terrifying in a way. He feels weak saying that. An assassin saying a girl that isn't even as tall as him is terrifying? The others would laugh at him. They aren't afraid of you. So why is he?

When Risotto mentioned to all of them the way he found you, all of the men were shocked that you were capable of killing two men with no apparent reaction at all. Your stand was still a mystery, you refusing to show it, saying that you don't like your stand, and when you said that you actually looked nervous. In front of seven male assassins you weren't nervous, you seemed annoyed if even, and when Risotto put you in his office and privately told the men his plan with you only Melone and Prosciutto seemed to be fully on board, and Formaggio didn't really care, just wanting to get home in time to see a football game.

Pesci had been observing you these past handful of weeks; it was clear to him that you only liked Melone. He noticed Illuso and Prosciutto spending more time with you, but you seemed to still not like them. Did you like Formaggio? He couldn't tell. You were a little hard to read, always keeping a blank face while hardly speaking to them. You hardly seemed to be around all of them as a group as well, not wanting to be involved when they have poker or eat together. Prosciutto finds it rude, but Pesci doesn’t - he could understand.

You're new. You're expected to date all seven of them, and this is clearly a brand new experience for you. As scary as you may seemed, this is still a new situation for you - maybe it was good that Pesci gave you space, maybe having him not to worry about would make you happy? He wondered if you would ever be happy with all of them. It took him a year to find some happiness being on this team, despite caring about his team and always having a friendship with Prosciutto this job was extremely stressful and dangerous, but it was in his blood to be in the mafia, his father and grandfather and uncles all being in levels of the mafia when he was still a boy and when they were alive.

He looked around the empty room, feeling as if he was forgetting something or someone. This was a nice rental house, having a small living room area with a red couch and matching loveseat. The glass coffee table and green carpet were kind of bizarre, along with the mounted deer head above the unlit red-brick fireplace. Those beady lifeless eyes.. he felt them staring at him. Who would put up a stuffed dear head as decoration? It made him feel sick.

He stepped out of the living room swiftly and into the kitchen, only to be greeted by you sitting on the counter. He froze as his eyes landed on you, seeing that you had your headphones on as you scanned the newspaper that Prosciutto was reading. You seemed to not even notice him, eyes scanning the paper. Should he bother you? He didn't know what to say to you.

Just as he debated on leaving, you suddenly looked up at him, causing his heart to instantly start rapidly beating. In his eyes, you were very attractive, and that made him nervous - he's never been able to talk to pretty girls. He struggles talking to any girl, but with you, he felt a massive struggle. You were attractive, and Prosciutto stated that you were a girlfriend to all of them. So you were Pesci's girlfriend. He's never had a real girlfriend before. This scared him.

You took your headphones completely off, sitting them next to you as you hopped off the counter, still holding the newspaper in your left hand. "Hey," you said to him, that being the first thing you've said to him privately. "What's up?"

He smiled nervously. "Hey, Y/N. Nothing! I was just walking around the area." He wanted to look away from you due to how nervous he was, but he didn't want to seem pathetic. Prosciutto told him to man up so he would attempt to man up; he just didn't know how. He's never had a girlfriend before.

You held up the newspaper, pushing it towards him. "I noticed you like to read the paper sometimes." He took the paper, nodding his head a little, surprised that you knew anything at all about him. "How long have you been in the mafia?"

He held the paper in his hand, looking down as if he was reading it, contemplating on if he should answer you or not. Asking him questions wasn't wrong. He just didn't know you well. Still, he did feel like you were a permanent member now, as permanent as the rest of them. Your place in this group is set in stone, and Melone seems to really trust you. Before he could answer you, which he was, you quickly spoke.

"Prosciutto tells me that I shouldn't ask questions, so I guess I shouldn't have asked that. You don't need to answer," you replied, shrugging as you walked past him, leaving him to stand in the kitchen alone.

A sigh escaped Pesci's lips as he stood in the middle of the kitchen. "Damn it," he whispered under his breath, feeling bad about not answering your question. Aside from Melone, nobody else seemed to be nice to you. Formaggio wasn't terrible, but he was cheating on you already, him right along with Illuso frequent strip clubs often, and they aren't just watching girls dance. Was it wrong to cheat on you? You were dating all seven of them, was it right for all seven of them to be loyal? He didn't know, but he knew for a fact that he would be loyal.

Loyal to what? He wasn't sure. He would just see how things went. He's still a virgin, and he's never even taken a girl out on a date. Should he take you on a date? Should he buy you flowers or jewelry? This was all too much for him. He needed some milk, which would help him calm down and think more clearly.

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Three back-to-back gunshots caused Pesci to suddenly bolt from the dining room chair, leaning down as he pulled up his pants, reaching for his gun. He patted the gun holder strapped to his legs, pulling out a banana, his eyes widening. "What the fuck!?" He threw the banana on the ground, running in the direction where he heard the gunshots, leading him to running out the back door, almost bumping into you, his hands wrapping around your shoulders, balancing himself.

As he looked around, his eyes widened, seeing that you had his gun in your hand, a dead body of a man he did not recognize laying in the grass. The man's face was completely blown to bits, and pieces of his flesh spread all over the grass, leaving his face an unrecognizable glob of red, making him feel sick to his stomach.

"Fuck!" He cried out, his hands leaving your shoulders as he snatched the gun from your hand, quickly turning away from the body. "Are.. you okay!?" He gasped out, swallowing the throw up that started to rise in his mouth. Instant worry filled his body as he turned back towards you, making you that you weren't hurt.

"Are you physically attracted to me?" You questioned, causing his eyes to instantly widen, his face turning bright red. "Is that why you are feeling me up with your eyes?"

"I'm just seeing if you're okay!" He cried out, feeling embarrassed. Did he offend you for looking at you in a way you didn't like? "I'm sorry! I was just worried, I'm not disrespecting you!" Shouldn't he be the one mad at you for stealing his gun? Well.. he felt like it wasn't his place to be mad at you or get onto you. It would just make him feel awkward. He was in no way an assertive man. He didn't want to boss you around, despite Prosciutto telling him that he should.

You shrugged, "I'm technically your girlfriend. It's written in contractual agreement." You extended an arm out towards him, patting his shoulder. "Would you mind telling the other men that you shot this gentleman and not me? Prosciutto and Risotto will be mad at me if they find out I took your gun and shot the guy."

He wanted to ask you about the contract, his eyes growing slightly wider. It didn't occur to him that you might have been forced or manipulated into this situation. You seemed a little dangerous, and the fact that you kill so easily despite not being an assassin was alarming. Still, Risotto more then likely manipulated you and made it to where you had no choice but to say yes. Did you really want any of this? Fuck.. he just couldn't tell.

Pesci hated lying to his teammates, considering them all as close friends, especially Prosciutto, but he didn't want you getting hurt. What if Risotto hurt you for disobeying him? "Okay," he replied, feeling as if this was one of those rare occasions where he had to lie. "Why did you steal my gun? That wasn't.. very nice of you." He didn't know how to put it.

"I'm sorry, I just really wanted to help out." You shrugged, removing your hand from his shoulder, leaving a warmth behind that he was unfamiliar with. "I also.. I just.." You turned away, looking over at the dead body. "I just can't help myself sometimes, I guess. I won't do that to you again."

He sighed, "You shouldn't be looking at that Y/N. Let's go inside.. I'll clean the body up when the others get back." He walked over to the backdoor, opening it for you.

You gave the dead body one last look before you turned away, a blank expression on your face as you walked past him, stepping back into the rental home.

#tw murder #tw blood #tw death #tw mature #tw strong language #tw graphic #tw gun violence #tw g0re #tw gun #tw adult themes #ravenzeppeli #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #tw language #la squadra #claimed la squadra #la squadra claimed

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hey, dhaaruni 💜 i'm sorry if this is going to be super lame but you're the one confident, experienced, feminist, smart older (than me) woman i could think of! i haven't had sex yet bc i'm really insecure about my body - i have stretch marks and surgery scars, i'm not happy with my thighs and upper arms, my belly gets bloated easily etc.

i try to be positive about it and keep in mind that most men (i'm straight) aren't that picky and harsh as we girls are about our bodies, and then i go on reddit (yuck, i know!) and see how men talk about our bodies when women aren't around and it's just 🥲 the skinny girls are too flat, the curvy girls are too fat, it's just 🥲 and so many seem to have specific types and fetishes, they'll be reminiscing about their ex's red hair or something while in a happy relationship with a new girl???

i know that this sounds so stupid but i honestly don't know how to talk with people about this. i'm afraid of not being perfect! and ofc everybody says that if a guy is grossed out by scars or asymmetrical breasts or something else that most women have, he isn't the one, and i agree, but i just keep imagining getting rejected for not being skinny/fit/curvy/muscular/whatever enough and it makes me nauseous 🥲

is it really that bad in the heterosexual world? am i too irrational and self-conscious? am i going to die alone if my stomach isn't perfectly flat? are my stretch marks gross? what do i do?

Omg you're so sweet but I'm definitely still a work in progress like everybody else.

So, you seem very smart and clearly have your head on straight. It's very normal to get super anxious given the world we live in, especially when online but my biggest piece of advice to you is to get off r/relationships and similar forums because they are NOT representative of average people, and in fact, attract total maladjusted freaks!

I'm not immune to this either like I once saw an unhinged Reddit post by a guy who was mad that his wife didn't have her body back 2 weeks postpartum even though she'd already lost most of the baby weight and I of course immediately asked my boyfriend if he's going to abandon me if I get pregnant and am not thin anymore and he's like "I love you so no? You obviously will gain weight if you have a child but you're healthy and active so it'll even out in a few months."

And it's true, women are more nitpicky about flaws than most normal men like obviously, men police women's bodies on the holistic level but I guarantee you that most normal men (who aren't lunatics obviously) aren't going to notice if you gain 5 pounds or don't shave your legs lol. I gained a few pounds this summer and my boyfriend didn't even notice even though my parents did and I definitely did, and I lost it but the point stands.

But yeah, I hope that reassured you at least a bit, just try to keep things in perspective and remember the people who are posting about their relationships on Reddit or Twitter are absolutely not normal and the Internet thrives on extreme negativity and not my brand of "when my boyfriend and I disagree, we do so respectfully and negotiate our differences without insulting each other's bodies."

Let me know if you have any other questions!!

#anonymous #answered #I give advice sometimes #nice things

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tekablade-chronicles-3 · 1 year ago

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Can ANYONE at all on this platform PLEASE be normal about Rogu ??

Posts that even do so much as mention the poor guy are scarce as is, but ALL OF THEM that i've seen treat him like he's some kind of shiny new boytoy for gay people or something !! Y'all ?? Does this make NO ONE ELSE uncomfortable ?? How ? The fact that I'm seeing this from the Yujikiri crowd of all people makes me supremely uncomfortable...

He's a child. He acts like a child. He's clearly stated to be the little sibling of the Rulid Trio. His main trauma is shown to be tied to strong abandonment, loneliness and self-worth issues, which he is seeking to heal by forging familial bonds with our main characters, which ends up putting him in the role of a little kid brother.

And people are seeing this character and thinking about how hot he is and the myriad kinks they can associate with him ?? I'm sorry, but what...? The same people who rave about Eugeo being such a beautiful tragic character and how precious his relationship with Kirito is ? Those people ?

Honestly I feel like I just lost a mildly safe space here ( and I say only mildly because some of the shit some people say is extremely alienating to me as an aro person who yes, loves Eugeo and Kirito's non-platonic relationship. but seriously, how do you gayasses manage to uphold the rules of heteronormativity in your gay ship posts ? there's myriads of types of love and attraction that aren't romance ! you can do better at inclusivity ). Even just for browsing around, let alone interacting.

Truly I chose the wrong character to become attached to after my Lycoris binge.

#sword art online #sao lycoris #sao last recollection #sao rogu #rogu #i do wanna clarify this is not an attack on any specific user here #i've seen fantastic yujikiri posts and blogs and i've seen ones that make me want to scream and tear my hair out #in anticipation of anyone who would retort using something like this as an argument :#yes i do think shipping kirito and rogu is just as weird as shipping kirito with silica #silica can have her one-sided crush it's fine these things happen #but suggesting kirito should reciprocate ? big no no for me.#suguha is a different case entirely since she did have romantic feelings for him at some point but clearly those are fading over time #and their relationship as siblings is getting healthier too #but i'm not here to do a commentary on sao shipping in general #y'know. i guess i should've been expecting something like this to happen sooner or later considering how harem-focused the gameverse is #why wouldn't people want to sexualize every new character am i right ?#ugh.#what's true is that the design of rogu's outfit is definitely NOT helping people's view of him. hate that for me.#teka rambles #if people treated rogu half as decently as they treated silica i wouldn't be making this post

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innerpalaces · 7 months ago

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THE PRINCESS WEI YANG - 157 PART 1

CHAPTER 157: Tit For Tat

Bai Zhi and Mo Zhu watched with trepidation as Li Wei Yang, who had always had a cold personality, suddenly treated the third young master who had always been very close to her with such a mean and indifferent attitude.

Li Minde was not angry, but said kindly: "Wei Yang, this tea is cold, let me pour you another cup, okay?"

Li Wei Yang said coldly: "Li Minde, I've really had enough of you! Aren't you tired of pestering me? Every time I see your face, I will regret saving you back then!"

No, that's not what she meant.

She clearly has never regretted it, not only that, she is even grateful and full of joy. Li Minde has always been by her side, which is very important.

Li Minde's expression was extremely calm, and there was not even a hint of anger: "Wei Yang, I won't leave, no matter what you say."

Li Wei Yang sneered and said: "You have relied on me before. Now you have your own power and your own secret guards, but you still stay by my side like a dog. This is just your subconscious reliance on me. You are afraid to face the outside world, afraid to face your own enemies, and saying anything about staying with me is simply to evade your own responsibilities and your hatred. You are just a child who will never grow up!"

Li Minde was stunned for a moment, his eyes were deeply hurt, but there was a smile on his face: "Wei Yang——"

Li Wei Yang's tone was even colder: "Are you waiting for me to be attracted to you? This is impossible. No matter if it is ten years, twenty years, or thirty years, I will not like you in this life. I will never like you. It's just that little bit of pity! But your persistence will only wear away the last bit of my pity and make me feel indifferent even seeing you! So, before I drive you away, disappear on your own! "

No, none of this was true, that's not what she thought. She just hopes that he can have his own life, and not stay with a person like her who only has hatred, and waste all his time on her. It's not worth it, it's really not worth it!

Li Minde: "No, I like to be by your side, even if..."

Li Wei Yang interrupted him with an unusually cold voice: "Okay, you have wasted my last bit of patience. I really don't want to say another word to you, because you won't understand no matter what I say!"

Li Minde was stunned for a moment, and suddenly leaned forward, as if to pull the brocade quilt for Li Wei Yang, but before he touched her, her hand had already pushed him. Her nails were very sharp, and a shallow line of blood immediately appeared on his neck.

Li Wei Yang's eyes flashed with a hint of unbearability, and then turned away, as if she could no longer stand to talk to him: "Get out!"

Li Minde was frozen in place, as if he was completely stunned.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with pain other than injury, but he didn't say another word, just stood quietly for a while, and then walked out slowly.

Bai Zhi knelt down and carefully picked up the debris on the ground, while Mo Zhu pursed her lips and said nothing. Li Wei Yang raised her eyes, stared at Mo Zhu who hesitated to speak, and said coldly: "What do you want to say?"

Mo Zhu lowered her head and said, "I don't dare."

Li Wei Yang stopped looking, turned over, looked at the carvings on the bed, and said coldly: "Everyone, get out!"

Mo Zhu wanted to say something else, but Bai Zhi pulled her sleeve and signaled her not to say anything. Mo Zhu bit her lip, stamped her feet, turned around and left. Bai Zhi sighed, put away all the broken porcelain pieces, and then whispered: "Miss, what are you doing?"

Just when she thought Li Wei Yang wouldn't answer, she heard her voice coming softly: "Bai Zhi, the people who stay with me don't seem to have a good ending. Don't you think so?"

Bai Zhi was stunned and said quickly: "What did Miss say? You are just thinking wildly. What happened today was just an accident."

"Yes, maybe it was an accident, maybe it has nothing to do with me, but what if it is related? God may be warning me that I am an unlucky person. In this case, why should Min De stay with me?"

When Bai Zhi saw her saying this, she couldn't help but whisper in distress: "Miss."

Li Wei Yang smiled softly: "I'm fine." After a pause, she suddenly asked: "Did I go too far just now?"

There was a trace of tears in Bai Zhi's eyes: "Miss..."

Now that the decision has been made, don't hesitate. Li Wei Yang hardened her heart and said: "I am doing it for his own good."

The sky was already getting bright. In the room, old madam was holding Buddhist beads and chanting. Li Minkang guarded Sun Yanjun's body so that no one could touch it. The housekeeper bowed: "My condolences to the second young master, but this person still has to be dealt with. It can't stay like this."

The second madam grabbed Li Minkang's sleeve: "Silly boy, let go. Your wife is gone, so what's the use of doing this?" She thought to herself, if your wife is gone you can just marry another. What if you injure your body like this? She only had this one son, how could she be willing to let him fall too? However, this time Li Minkang ignored her and stared straight at Sun Yanjun.

The old lady sighed slowly. This granddaughter-in-law's eyes were open. Her grandson tried to close her eyes, but it was of no use. She had died with such strong grievance. Who on earth could be so vicious and use such cruel methods? It was almost like he was deliberately seeking revenge. Who did her grandson's wife have such a deadly feud with? The old lady couldn't help but shake her head as she thought about it.

The second lady is still saying: "This is because Jun'er is unlucky. She has been in our house these days, so she is not wronged - you go and have a rest quickly, I will ask someone to prepare some wormwood to ward off evil spirits. After all, it is really unlucky for you to be next to her for so long -" After saying these words, the young ladies and madam who had come from the Sun family could not help but glare at the second lady.

Seeing that Li Minkang didn't respond, the second lady became cruel and said: "Come here and pull the second young master away." Immediately, four servants came over and forced Li Minkang away. Li Minkang struggled desperately, but he was a weak scholar after all and he couldn't break away from the powerful servants. His face was filled with tears, and he completely lost his normal appearance. The room was already in chaos.

At this moment, everyone suddenly heard a cold female voice: "All of you stop!" They looked out the door and saw Li Wei Yang with an expressionless face and wearing plain clothes. It was obvious that she had gone to change just now. She said coldly: "The Second Young Madam passed away, just what are you doing!"

The second lady looked at her coldly: "Princess, why are you giving orders here? Do you, Princess Anping, need to take care of the affairs of our house? Don't get the wrong idea!"

A hint of sneer flashed across Li Wei Yang's face, "Second Aunt, if you have time to make trouble here, you might as well think about how to explain it to General Sun and Mrs. Sun later! The good daughter of their family was gone so quickly after she was married. How do you explain it?"

The second lady's face suddenly became extremely ugly. Yes, everything else is easy to talk about. The Sun family is not easy to mess with, and they will never give up! She was speechless, and then stammered: "How... how to explain? This is clearly because his daughter is unworthy and has provoked who knows who outside. Now she has fallen into this end. I don't blame them for raising such a daughter."

Li Wei Yang's smile became extremely cold, and she turned to ask the housekeeper: "Did you hear what the second lady said? When people from the Sun family come, tell them the truth, and repeat these words were said by the second lady."

"Li Wei Yang, don't be too arrogant!" How can she say this to her in-laws? Master Sun is a military general. If he gets angry, he might just cut her head off! Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look angry.

Li Wei Yang turned to the old madam and said: "Old Madam, what do you think?"

The old lady slowly turned the prayer beads in her hand and said calmly: "Second madam, don't be so rude. You made my head hurt. If you don't understand the seriousness of the situation, let's live separately."

The second lady's face turned blue and white, and she was speechless. Her actions just now have aroused public outrage, and no one is willing to say a word for her. Even her biological daughter Li Changru has a frightened look on her face. The second lady looked around blankly and couldn't find any outside help. She suddenly realized that Li Wei Yang had reached the point where she could dominate the world with one hand. "Okay! Okay! You can handle it yourself! I don't want to take care of it anymore!" She flung her sleeves and left.

"Mother!" Li Changru called out, but after taking a look at the old madam's expression, she still didn't dare to call her back.

Li Wei Yang looked at her back coldly, then turned to Li Minkang. There are still slightly dried tears in the corners of his eyes - his usually straight back has stooped, and he looks like he has aged ten years. In this room, he is the saddest person among them after losing his beloved wife. In the eyes of others, Li Minkang may be pitiful, but Li Wei Yang doesn't think so. Sun Yanjun chose him and entrusted her life to him. But at the moment, he only knew sadness and didn't even want to track down the murderer. She shook her head, this was a useless man after all.

She walked to Sun Yanjun's side, stretched out her hand, and closed her eyes for her. However, when her hand left, her eyes were still open. Li Wei Yang said calmly: "Second sister-in-law, I will find out the murderer." As she said that, she gently brushed it again.

This time, Sun Yanjun's eyes miraculously closed.

Everyone was stunned. They had tried just now, but it was of no use. But Li Wei Yang could actually make Sun Yanjun close her eyes. What does this mean? Li Minkang moved his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything...

Before dawn, the bad news spread to every house. General Sun grieved the loss of his beloved daughter and went to the palace to petition the emperor. The emperor granted Sun Yanjun the title of a third-rank lady. As a result, the funeral standards were immediately raised. From the Li Residence's point of view, the entire street was lit with white lanterns, and many mourners had come to pay their respects.

At this time, Old Madam Li suddenly fell ill. She said that she had dreamed about Sun Yanjun all night, and also dreamed about the deceased old prime minister. When she woke up in the morning, she was in tears, so she became more and more sick. The entire Li family was now full of a gloomy mist. Li Wei Yang knows that Madam Li is getting older now, and she doesn't know how long she can last. Li Xiaoran was extremely worried about Old Madam. If she died, who knew what kind of change would happen to the whole situation?

Therefore, Li Xiaoran can be said to be the most nervous person in the Li family. He didn't even care about Sun Yanjun's funeral and stayed by Madam Li's sick bed day and night. After Li Wei Yang finished talking to Mama Luo, she happened to meet Li Xiaoran walking out with a sad face. He seemed to be much older all of a sudden. He was slightly hunched over. He looked up and saw Li Wei Yang and sighed: "I have already ordered to find the best docotor, but it's a pity that there has been no improvement."

Li Wei Yang glanced at Li Xiaoran and said slowly: "Father, grandmother is old. It's normal to have a headache and a fever. Don't worry too much."

"I know." The imperial physician also said that the old lady's health had been well taken care of, and there shouldn't be any big problems. However, he was always worried that the madame might really pass away, and that his career as an official... He really wanted the old madam to live another ten or twenty years. "Wei Yang, your mother doesn't care about anything now. You should pay more attention to things at home. Although you are young, you must establish your authority." He spoke slowly and leisurely as if he was chatting about family matters, and then paused and said: "... I have even forgotten about your marriage, and you must feel uncomfortable—"

"Father's thoughts," Li Wei Yang said in a very calm tone, "your daughter naturally understands."

Li Xiaoran squinted his eyes and looked Li Wei Yang up and down. He couldn't understand this daughter more and more... He found that this daughter had become more bold and distant in a short period of time, and her dark eyes had also become colder. She doesn't have the innocence that a girl of this age should have, and when she glannces over, sometimes he sees bottomless darkness - it seems that no one can guess what she is thinking. He lowered his eyes, sighed, and said, "You are the only one who father can rely on."

It was the first time he said such a thing. In the past, he was always so high-spirited and did not take Li Wei Yang seriously. But now, he looks like a waning old man. In fact, he is only in his forties, yet he seems so worried and struggling.

Li Wei Yang smiled and said: "Yes, father."

#the princess wei yang

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iwillalwaysbealone · 5 months ago

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Literally me when I'm in a Discord community and I feel overwhelmed by mods and members who got annoyed with some post I made (i.e either opening up about my mental health related to socialising, something I put in the wrong section or saying that Luigi from the Mario series is actually very popular with a lot of people... Yes, that actually caused a debate showdown with one person who insisted that he's not popular at all. As someone from the Smash community I tried to explain that there are so many Luigi mains who are huge Luigi fans but they were having none of it. They made sure their opinion was final, and even unfriended me.)

That's what it feels like to live with social anxiety. I constantly feel like my presence just annoys people and I'm scared of being judged for everything I do, so I want to escape it all. I'm not overly intelligent nor am I experienced with social media life. This has affected my ability to stick around in a wild community and try to hang out with people. Instead I feel more safe alone and with the few friends I made. But at the same time i feel lonely because of having different gaming interests compared to my other friends so that's why I used to venture out to try and find a place to fit into. I've ended up avoiding people as I've been judged and ignored for so long. I just want to be myself for once and feel comfortable with expressing my love of video games and comedy writing for anyone who might be interested.

Online socialising is a living hell for me. That's why I gave up. I'd rather just have my own place where I can freely post and upload anything I want without pissing people off. That way people can just choose if they want to see/read my content or not.

I left Discord. Unfortunately it meant leaving my friends behind. But the pain from being rejected from the recent community I tried to fit into was too much. I moved to uploading videos on YouTube (something I never actually did before) but due to trying to speak out about my experience with that Discord community to raise awareness as I didn't want other people who may be vulnerable be criminalised and ignored just because they had the guts to vent. I've always been worried about other people especially if they are like me with struggling to fit into communities. Even as an ex mod I still want to protect others from the pain I've experienced for years. I see myself equal to everyone so that's why I stepped down from moderation on multiple serves, I see no joy in using mod tools to ban people and remove messages they could actually be capable of removing themselves if you asked them.

I had a group of people come at me, expressing anger and stating that I deserved to be banned, they kept speaking for the owner YET the owner never shows up to give their own input in their own words. These people are over obsessive fans of a small game dev server, they are extremely protective and behave like bouncers who guard the community they love even if they aren't even mods there. It's like they also own the community besides the dev and even control who is allowed to talk to the dev directly (yeah... I recently found that out) maybe all Yandere game trope servers are like this but I won't be silenced from warning people about the hidden toxicity in that place. When you get people who gang up on others who they deem as a threat to their beloved server (clearly because they are character simps and don't want to lose their territory as they make constant fanart about the one small game that just happens to have attractive characters, so of course they fell in love with the Dev who designed them all) it gets a bit much. I wanted to believe that the owner is a good person and I've tried to reach out to them so we can actually talk and make good terms even if they hate people talking to them unless it's about business inquiries. But they've never responded and instead I get these people who speak on their behalf when I'd rather actually see the person type it themselves without someone getting in the way.

Take my advice: Don't join wild fandoms or even official dev communities of games focused on the Yandere trope. They are commonly toxic playgrounds for youngsters who can't get enough of character designs to the point where they constantly try to impress the Dev who made them, following them around behaving like their number one fans while preventing newcomers from even talking to them.

These hyper fans tend to act as a secret police force who defend the devs and mods as well as the other obsessed fans but only if they are as obsessed as them. They will ostracise anybody who doesn't respect the dev enough or don't act how they expect you to. They'll also team up and hunt people down if they annoyed the dev or broke the difficult to understand rules. This kind of behaviour is getting out of hand especially in small Dev servers with poor moderation skills (they tend to be run by mods who are in it for power control and dev attention seeking rather than actually helping and understanding people in the community, to them being a mod is "a bit of fun" not an actual serious responsibility like a real job where you have to deal with tough situations. When you're a mod, you are in a position to serve the community, communication is the most important skill a mod needs otherwise it's not the right role for them and they should step down) it's not worth getting hurt from places like that. It's better to make your own fan community for your own friends. Unfortunately seeking out new friends in those places is incredibly risky, especially with mods and hyper fans breathing down your neck, judging everything you do.

Anyway. I don't even know when I'll be confident to hang around on YouTube again.

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silversimp · 3 years ago

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Floch x Reader NSFW One Shot

Floch smut with a heaping side dish of breeding

Idk what made me write this lol

You weren't close with him, not even friends. Maybe shared a handful of words here and there over the past two years after you transferred to the scouts. But the way you'd catch Floch looking at you from time to time you'd think he was your lover. The gentle gaze never lasted long, especially when he would notice you caught him staring. At first you didn't think much of it, maybe he just thought you were attractive. Who doesn't want to be desirable?

Floch wasn't too bad looking himself, but from what you knew about him he seemed a bit too extreme for your liking. You'd joined the scouts after the reclaiming mission, basically out of pity for those who died leaving the regiment with an army of nine people. Floch seemed intense, too intimidating to talk to and he certainly hadn't gotten any softer over the two year period you'd known him.

His lingering gaze began about a year ago, at least that you were aware of. It seemed like he always positioned himself in a spot where he could see you, it made your skin crawl when you noticed it. Why was he always watching? Sure it seems dreamy to have a cute guy looking at you, but when he only looks at you and never speaks to you for a year straight it just gets uncomfortable.

However, during one training his habit came in handy when your gear failed you. As you plummeted to the ground you closed your eyes waiting for the broken bones, instead your body was caught midair. The rough catch was still going to leave you with bruises, but it was better than being out of commission for who knows how long. Of course the one who caught you was Floch, who else would have noticed you falling.

"Thanks" you said once you finally caught your breath, Flochs arms gripping you in an awkward position from how he caught you.

"Did you not check your gear before starting training?" He scolded as he landed on a tree branch and set you down. Of course, you should have known kind words weren't coming.

"I did, nothing seemed wrong" you hissed back, maybe falling to the ground wouldn't have been too bad. Floch quickly started checking your gear, "I can do it myself" you said, swatting him away.

"You'd need to take it off to fully inspect it" he groaned as if he was explaining colors to a child, "it's faster if I check" he got back to looking over the tanks and their connections his hands ghosting over your waist, "besides you clearly aren't checking close enough" he mumbled to himself. You bit your tongue deciding arguing with him would be pointless. Floch found himself stumped when he couldn't figure out what was stopping your gas from working. The tanks were basically full and the connections were all correct.

"Hmm, maybe I did check it properly" you sneered, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Would you like for me to abandon you on this tree?" He raised a brow at you.

"Just go get the captain or something" you groaned sitting down on the branch.

"I'll carry you," Floch offered, putting his hand out to help you back to your feet, "it will be a nuisance and a waste of gas to fly all around because of you."

"With these new uniforms it will be uncomfortable and difficult to hold me the whole way" you said matter-of-factly, and you were right, but Floch just shook his head.

"Hurry up, we're already behind by a lot" you hesitantly took his hand and let him help you stand, "we need to catch back up come on" you awkwardly positioned yourself chest to chest holding him around his neck and tightly gripping his hips with your thighs. It was more uncomfortable than you thought it would be and your gear bumping up agaisnt eachother was definitely going to leave a few marks.. Floch kept one hand on your back at all times as you silently flew through the trees lagging far behind the rest of the group.

Once you got to the checkpoint captain Levi further examined your gear and finally found the issue and fixed it. You made it back to the base without any more issues. It was the first time you held a full conversation with Floch, and he really gave you no indication he liked you as far as you could tell. You begrudgingly kept thinking about him for the rest of the day, you just kept thinking about the warmth of his palm through your clothes.

At dinner you noticed him picking a seat with a clear view of you and decided to get up and sit with him. You sat across from him expecting a reaction, but he just ate his dinner without looking up at you.

"I wanted to thank you for earlier" you lied about your reason for sitting with him.

"Don't worry about it," he said coldly. You tried to hold back your annoyance as you started eating, catching him looking up at you a few times.

"We don't ever talk" you said after a long period of silence.

"Why would we?" He scoffed, "we joined at different times, we're in different squads" he shrugged.

"I guess, but I feel like I see you around a lot," you said while studying him, he was pretty. Auburn hair swept over his brow bone, hazel eyes, soft looking skin with a dusting of faint freckles. Your eyes traced his features thoroughly, you already knew he was attractive, but looking at him up close he was beautiful.

"We're in the same branch of the military, so obviously" he said, eying you cautiously. You felt like you were succeeding in cornering him, the curiosity of why he was always watching you had been eating at you for a while. Finding out why was exciting, whatever the reason you felt you deserved to know.

"I guess, maybe I want to see you around more often" you took a flirtatious approach, you thought the chance he was staring because he was attracted to you was pretty high.

"Why?" Floch looked at you puzzled.

"You're cute" you said bluntly, it wasn't a lie, but that's not why you want information from him. Unfortunately for you Floch had an ego, an ego he liked getting stroked.

"Oh?" The corner of his lips began to curl into a smug smile. You shook off the uncomfortable shiver coursing through you.

"I just wanted to maybe get to know you a little" you said with a pout, hopefully this cutesy act would work. All you wanted was for Floch to admit he liked you, even if you weren't interested in reciprocating the feelings. Maybe you also had an ego you wanted stroked.

"Mhm" he leaned on his palm eyeing you, "and what sprung this little crush of yours?" The smug smile spread wide across his face, his eyes wide and prideful. Of course he would have questions, annoying.

"Well I thought you were cute for a long time, but today was the first time we really talked" you shrugged still trying to maintain a cutesy doe eyed look with him.

"So you like feeling like a distressed princess in need of saving? Maybe the military was the wrong choice" he scoffed. Damn it he wasn't taking the bait.

"No, I just liked the way it felt having your hands on me" you tried changing from the innocent little girl act, clearly it wasn't working.

"How forward" Floch's smile looked twisted into something more primal, his eyes looking at you hungry as if he might crawl across the table and fuck you then and there.

"Well in our line of work there's no use hiding things, we could die any day" you shrugged, your foot under the table snaking up his calf muscle. Floch scoffed and ran his hand through his hair, the auburn locks looked soft.

"Wouldn't want to die without being touched huh?" He laughed lowly, what exactly he was implying you weren't sure. All you knew was his laugh unnerved you, maybe all of this was a bad idea.

"Well if you're not interested I'll just get going" you said as you hurriedly got up from the table, you decided to listen to all the alarms going off in your head. Floch made no attempt to stop you, he just watched you clear your plate before you left.

That night on your walk back to your room you found him lurking by your door, your hairs raising as you approached him. As he noticed you a smug look appeared on his face, you tried not to emote.

"Hey princess, I thought I'd take you up on your offer to get to know me" he smiled leaning against your door, trapping you.

"I'm not a princess and I changed my mind" you shrugged, "I just want to go to bed, so excuse me."

"I've been thinking about how I caught you all day" he leaned his head back against the door, "I bet you got a nasty bruise on your thigh that matches the one on my arm."

You stared at him a little annoyed, he went two years without bothering you. Just because you flirted with him once now he had the confidence to keep you from your room?

"And since you liked being touched by me" he purred, "I figured I could come kiss it better" there was honey in his words, it made you nervous and took you back a little. Floch was flirting with you, the man that seemed to only care about getting to shoot his gun and war was obviously trying to get into your bed. After a year of catching him staring and never approaching you, he was finally shooting his shot.

"I'm not sure actually, I didn't notice any bruising earlier" you weren't sure why you lied, maybe you wanted him to offer to check your body for bruises or maybe your brain turned to mush at his soft smile and honeyed words.

Floch chuckled as he pushed off the door, "I'm positive you have at least one" he smiled.

"Maybe" you looked up at him dumbly, you weren't sure what he was up to. You did know he was out of uniform, hair still slightly damp from a shower and he looked really built in his tight little shirt. Your hands twitched at your sides wanting to touch him.

His fingers suddenly feathered down your hip and brushed over the area he suspected the bruise to be, he jabbed into it with his fingers and you yelped cheeks rosieing. Floch breathed out a little laugh, "I told you" his hand traced back up to your hip and rested there, your heart beating against your chest.

"Guess so" you mumbled nervously.

"Can I come in?" He asked, pointing toward your door, you hesitantly nodded yes. There was no denying what he came here for, and it's not like you get many opportunities to be touched. The scouts were a relatively serious bunch, at least when you were in the garrison they'd have little drinking parties to fool around at.

It seemed like he had been holding himself back before getting behind closed doors, Floch was quick to tug off your shirt and latch his lips to a bruise on your collarbone as he moved you toward your bed. He got your bra off quickly, he palmed at your breasts for a moment before wrapping his arms around you while kissing at your neck positioning the two of you on your bed. His hands feathered down your back before tugging at your pants. He had no interest in trying to pretend he was here for anything else.

"You waste no time huh?" You giggled twisting some of the fabric of his tight long sleeve around your finger. He took the clue and ripped the shirt off, his eyes were full of lust and hunger. Floch looked starved for you, it was kind of sexy and a little intimidating. He quickly got back to getting rid of your pants as you studied him.

He hadn't been lying about the bruises he had gotten from catching you, one huge purple mark on his forearm right below the elbow as well as a sizable mark on his chest in the shape of your blade holster. You softly trailed your fingers over the bruise on his chest, stealing his attention away from the pants he finally got halfway down your thighs.

"Looks like it hurts" you said when you noticed he was staring at you.

"Not as much as it would have hurt you to hit to the ground" Floch scoffed before pulling your pants off the rest of the way. He quickly inspected the bruising on your thighs, gently touching over them then suddenly pressing hard on the centers of the bruises. You bit your lip holding back the pain, you wondered if this was some ploy to get you to see a doctor about the injuries or if he just wanted to watch your squirm.

You winced as he started pressing kisses to the meanest looking bruise over your ribs from catching on his gear when he caught you, his hands gently tickling up your thighs to hold your waist. You busied your hands by running your fingers through his damp hair earning yourself a small hum of approval. Floch's grip on your waist was harsh, fingernails digging into your skin as if he was worried you would try to get away.

"Fuck" he moaned against your skin as he kissed up your ribs to your chest, his lips catching on your nipple. As soon as he started sucking you let out a groan, his fingers digging into your skin harder as he covered your breasts in dark marks. Your hands found their way down his back, tearing red marks across the skin as he bit and kissed your chest making his way to your neck. Now you were even more embarrassed to see the medical staff about your injuries, aside from the bruises from training now you were Floch's walking dental record.

"Don't leave anything visible" you warned as he crossed over your collarbone. Floch just chuckled before sucking a mean bruise onto the side of your neck.

"You mean like that?" He teased in your ear. Before you could respond he pinned you down on the bed, holding you against the sheets by your shoulders he gazed down at you admiring your body. His fingers trailed down your neck, then your chest, slowly grazing the marks he left and the bruises from training as he trailed to your heat. He smiled when you let out a soft moan, "you're desperate for me huh?" Floch looked down at you with a prideful look on his face.

"I think you're the desperate one" you purred back running a finger over his chest and abs, pausing right before hitting the tent in his pants, he scoffed as he started rubbing hard circles over your clit. Thin underwear was all that stood between his finger and your bud, a wet spot slowly growing at your core that he was quick to take note of.

"You're soaked aren't you?" Floch laughed, tugging the fabric off you and tossing it elsewhere. You rolled your eyes trying to not look as pleased as you actually were, Floch bit his lip before tracing your entrance with his finger. Hungry eyes bore into you as he asked, "how badly do you want me to fuck you?" The words assaulted your ears, he felt your pussy quiver as he asked, making the corners of his lips curl into a frightening smile.

Floch pressed his thumb to your clit rubbing circles around the bud, his fingers dancing across your slit and teasing your hole. The anticipation was killing you, each time his finger paused over your entrance you thought he was finally going to sink in. A confident smirk stayed glued to his lips as he listened to you moan under your breath, as he watched you squirm against his palm.

"Tell me how badly you want it and I'll do it" he snickered, tapping his ring finger to your hole. Floch was patient as you stubbornly kept your desperate thoughts to yourself, he continued toying with your cunt without penetrating. You wondered which of you would break first, would his patience run out or would your need for release win you over.

"How badly do you want to fuck me?" You asked, forcing your breath to stay calm, eyes half lidded as you looked up at him. Floch bit his lip breathing out, his lashes fluttered at your little play.

"Unlike you I'm honest" he chuckled, "I want to fuck you so badly" he moaned, "I'm fucking dying to impale you on my cock baby girl" his voice shaky and desperate as he continued rolling his thumb over your clit. As Floch put a little more pressure on the bud suddenly, a low moan escaped your lips before you could hold it back, "at least your body's honest" he grinned, running his middle finger up your wet folds.

You were starting to get frustrated, you needed to release the knot bunching in your stomach. You took a shaky breath and looked up at the redhead, "Floch please, I want you to fuck me so badly" you punctuated the sentence by biting your lip and bucking your hips into his hand. You expected this to earn you his finger, but instead he laughed and pulled his hand away from your cunt making you frown.

"What a good girl, finally being honest" he licked his lips as he pulled his cock from his pants, he was hard and throbbing, the tip red and angry. He stroked himself a few times looking down at you, "why don't you show me how badly you want it" he purred sitting back to pull his shoes and pants off.

You sat up and cleared your throat before reaching out for his member, it was burning hot to the touch as you ghosted your fingers up the underside starting at the base. He was shamelessly vocal, making you curl your toes underneath you. After a moment of inspecting his cock with your fingers you leaned down and licked small stripes over the tip, pumping the shaft slowly and loosely.

"Fuck, you're a tease aren't you" Floch groaned running his fingers through your hair with one hand as he leaned back using his other arm for support. You giggled kissing down the underside of his cock, each soft press of your lips gained another little whimper from him.

Unfortunately you weren't as patient as Floch was, as much as you wanted to tease him you just couldn't stop yourself from breaching your lips with his tip. The guttural noise he made as you slowly took him in inch by inch had you purring on his cock, the fingers of your free hand playing with yourself as you listened to him whine.

You pushed down his shaft slowly until your nose hit his abdomen, auburn hairs tickling your face as the head of his cock breached your throat. The ungodly moans and whimpers that escaped him as he tugged at your hair had your knees shaking.

"Fuck its better than I imagined" he groaned as you started sucking his cock with a steady rhythm, your hand pumping at his base to give your your throat a rest after a while. You hummed a little laugh on his cock in response which only made him moan louder, he couldn't care less if someone heard him. You, however, didn't want anyone knocking on your door to complain.

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked off his cock with a pop before giving your jaw a rest. You laid your head on his thigh watching your hand pump him, he hung his head back as he gently played with your hair. You smiled up at him, he certainly was cute whimpering like that while his cock throbbed in your hand.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum soon" Floch bit his lip. His hand traveled down your hair to the back of your neck, "please put it back in your mouth" he whined, how he managed to sound so sweet and innocent while asking you to put his dick in your mouth eluded you, but you did as he asked.

First you licked it base to tip, then slowly moved back down it again the corners of your mouth upturned as you excitedly teased him. You could feel his balls twitching with anticipation to cum, your hand now covered in your own slickness played with his balls as you pumped his shaft with the other.

"Faster" he whimpered, pushing your head down with his hand still on your neck, "please" how polite you thought as you obeyed, taking him as deep in as your gag reflex would allow and moving at a more rapid pace. His hips started thrusting into your mouth as he got closer to his release, "fuck just like that, don't stop please don't stop" his words slurred as you sucked him.

You looked up at him through your lashes, he was a mess. Drool rolling down his chin as he smiled stupidly, his eyes looked like they were about to roll into the back of his head. Floch moaned lowly and gripped your neck pushing you down to the base and keeping you there as he thrust into your throat. It started to burn, air not making it to your lungs and the feeling you needed to vomit started pushing up your esophagus.

"Yes, oh my, ahh" he moaned as he fucked your face, "oh my god, your pretty little lips fuck" whatever dirty talk he was trying to get out wasn't forming quite right on his tongue as he began his climax. You grabbed his thighs and squeezed at the skin, you couldn't breathe anymore and his cock hitting the walls of your throat felt like swallowing fire. He let out one more loud throaty moan before cumming, the liquid going straight down your throat as he kept himself buried in your mouth.

Floch's hips relaxed under you and his grip loosened allowing you to pull your mouth off him. You hunched over him coughing and fighting for air while his cock twitched in front of your face drooling cum that mixed with your spit as it rolled down his shaft and over his balls. You both sat and caught your breath for a moment before his hands were back on you, gentle fingertips tracing your spine.

"You okay?" He cooed, you nodded yes and looked up at him, tears still welling in your eyes. Floch gave you a gentle smile before pulling you up by your chin for a kiss. His tongue quickly wiggled its way into your mouth, licking at your own. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up, repositioning you onto his lap. You limply let him place you however he wanted as you made out. His lips were soft and his tongue tasted like mint, he definitely thoroughly cleaned himself before coming to your room.

Floch placed your knees on either side of his hips, your cunt hovering over his member. His hands traced your back, lips moving together rhythmically after he pulled his tongue back to his own mouth. You pulled away slowly, once the connection was broken you immediately wanted to press your lips back to his. Floch had other plans though, he kissed your cheek softly then trailed wet kisses down your neck. He nipped at your skin leaving little marks on his way down before sinking his teeth in your shoulder, you howled in response, digging your nails into his back and ripping down. You were definitely drawing blood, but he didn't care, he didn't even budge.

"I can't wait any longer" he moaned against the bite mark, "I need to get inside you" he kissed over the indents as his hands grabbed your hips. He pushed you down against his cock, already rock hard yet again. Your breathing hitched as he started rubbing your pussy on his shaft. You were soaking him in your slickness, your cunt drooling on him.

"Fuck me" you groaned resting your forehead on his shoulder, you started kissing at him neck.

"Of course," he purred.

Floch slowly lowered you onto his shaft, stretching your hole to his shape as you both moaned against one another. Floch held your hips, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he whispered your name over and over like a mantra. His hips picked up speed quickly, your pussy was so wet it didn't take long for your walls to adjust to his girth.

You dug your nails into his back, giving up on holding your moans back as his cock hit your sweet spot perfectly. It was like your cunt was made just to be fucked by him. Floch kissed and sucked at the right side of your neck, leaving nothing but black and blue in his wake. The pleasure of his cock slamming into you was too distracting to think about the repercussions of letting him cover your neck in hickies.

"You love my cock right?" Floch purred humping into you from below. His hands firmly gripping your hips, thumbs rubbing gentle circles over your hip bones.

"Yeah, Mm so good" you moaned, intertwining your fingers through his hair as you arched your back rolling your hips against his cock.

"Holy shit" he groaned as your walls clenched down on him, "fuck" he moaned. You had begun thrusting down on him, matching his rhythm and pace. It all felt so perfect, your mind going blank as pure ecstasy washed over you.

"Floch" you moaned, "Feels amazing" your legs were burning from the motion, stamina running thin as your climax snuck up on you quickly. Floch kissed down your neck until he hit your breasts, sucking and licking at your nipples until they were bruised and sensitive. Your hands kept wandering aimlessly around him, sometimes pulling at his hair or scratching his biceps or back, it didn't matter you just wanted to feel him.

You pawed at his chest as Floch leaned back watching you fuck yourself on his cock. He licked his lips watching his length disappear inside of you, "good girl, taking my cock so well" he loosened his grip on your hips mesmerized by you riding him. He traced up your body with his eyes. You looked back at him with heavy lids mouth open as you panted with flushed cheeks. As your eyes met he got thoroughly riled up, lust taking over him.

Floch pushed you down on your back, your legs hooked around his waist as he pounded into you. He kept you pinned down by your wrists, his moans and whimpers so loud as he bowed his head down on your chest. His thrusts getting sloppy, "fuck you're all mine baby" he moaned, "finally all fucking mine."

"I'm yours" you yelled, mind completely fucked out of you. His head snapped up and he stared down at you, his hips slowing as he proceeded your words.

"Yeah? You're mine?" He asked with wide eyes, pupils eating up all the glowing hazel as his lips curled into a wide genuine smile.

"Yeah" you nodded your head, he rewarded you with more hard slaps of his hips against yours making you scream in pleasure. Your throat starting to go raw from how vocal he was making you, your screams turning to tired whimpers as your throat began to burn, mouth tasting of blood.

His lips engulfed your nipple as he fucked your hole roughly, without warning he was cumming inside not stopping his hips as he filled your womb. You felt like you weren't even inside your body anymore, your skin burning as he continued fucking you after his orgasm.

"Oh my god, ahh, too fucking much" he groaned, his cock was throbbing from overstimulation inside you. It was almost painful to keep thrusting into you, but he didn't want to stop. He just wanted to fuck you forever, "fuck you belong to me baby, you're all mine" he moaned biting at your nipple.

"Ahh, Floch" you yelled as he let go of your wrists to grab your thighs, pushing them forward so he could get a better angle to get deeper inside you.

"Who do you belong to?" Floch moaned as his cock banged against your cervix, the pleasure was almost completely gone for you. It was just hurting as he fucked you wildly and violently.

"You Floch, I, ahh, oh my god" you squeezed your eyes shut grabbing his arms and digging your nails in his skin, "fuck, belong to you. I belong to you" you kept chanting, head cloudy and your walls were burning. Floch whimpered as he started cumming again, his hips giving out as he just laid on top of you buried deep inside you cum filled cunt.

"Finally mine" he whispered against your skin. He nuzzled against your chest softly kissing at the bruised skin, his cock twitching inside you.

"Floch" you whispered with a hoarse voice.

"I love you" he whispered back, "you love me too right?" Floch smiled against your skin you just nodded your head in agreement, brain shut down after being fucked stupid. Floch sat up, "I can't believe I waited so long, I should of don't this sooner" he started pumping into you again, "all I had to, uh god, I just had to break off one, ahhh" his hips moved messily as his hand shakily cupped your cheek. Floch rubbed his thumb over your cheekbone softly, "so easy, ahh fuck, and then you fell right into my arms" he smiled down at you wickedly.

You couldn't process his words, they felt so far away as you watched his lips move. You couldn't even feel him thrusting into you anymore, body completely giving out. You limply raised your arm to touch his chest, fingers gingerly touching the bruise your gear made on him.

"You're so perfect" Floch moaned, "so pretty" he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood unable to wipe the smile off his face. After a few more weak thrusts he pulled out of you half hard, cum oozing out along with his dick. He slowly laid down next to you, pulling you against his chest and tucking his thigh under your hips.

"Uncomfortable" you groaned, weakly trying to wiggle off his leg.

"No, stay put" Floch held you still on him, "can't let too much get out" his fingers feathered lightly over your stomach, "not that I'd mind trying again" he smiled admiring you.

"What?" You groaned trying to snuggle into his chest.

"Just stay like that for a bit longer" he cooed, "I promise we'll cuddle after" he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

"Mmm, just" you whimpered weakly, "just want cuddling" your eyes struggled to stay open. A few hours passed after you dozed off in his arms. You blinked your eyes open, your head on his chest all wrapped up in his strong arms. Your body ached as you sat up, Floch's arm gently falling with you and staying around your waist.

"Don't get up, I was so comfortable" he smiled up at you with sleepy eyes.

"Shit" you groaned slowly remembering what you were doing before falling asleep.

"Come here" Floch pulled you back down against his bare chest, "just go back to sleep."

"Wait shit, Floch you came inside me" you shot back up in a panic.

"Yeah?" He rubbed your back softly.

"Shit" you massaged your temples nervously, "damn it what if I get pregnant you idiot" you turned to him frustrated angrily furrowing your brows.

"But we're in love?" he looked back at you puzzled, fingers still gingerly touching your back.

"Floch we aren't in love" you sighed, "we just hooked up" you groaned into your palms.

"No" Floch sat up next to you, "I saved your life and you fell in love with me" he pulled you against himself and started softly kissing your bruised neck, "and now you won't have to be a soldier anymore, now I don't have to worry about you going to Marley" he nuzzled against you. You just sat there mind racing unsure if this was real, "you'll have my baby and I'll protect us, when The Eldian Empire is reestablished, as it should be, we'll be at the top of the government" he gently pressed his palm to your stomach, "We'll have a perfect little family."

#floch forster lives in my head rent free #floch x reader #floch smut

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kingofthewilderwest · 2 years ago

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Hey! I don't know if you've done these already but do you have any HTTYD sexuality headcanons for the gang? If you've already done a list, could you just link me to it?? tysm

Gosh, I know I've talked about it, but I don't think I've written a list before. So [singing] let's get down to business.

My headcanons tend to be "boring" compared to other fans. Many people like to headcanon based on representation they want or is relevant to their lives, which is totes fair! My headcanons tend to be based as close as possible to canonical behavior. I interpret all media I read, watch, and play through a lore-collecting angle, building my new ideas off "firmly grounded" canonical facts. It's conservative (not politically, but from, like, a "you gotta prove this to me" cautiousness).

I will add small headcanons that I know the creators didn't intend, but I try to make everything closely match canon portrayal and how the creators evoked the characters. This means I tend to treat "if the creators didn't show signs a character is queer, I don't see that character as queer" - simply because I prefer to treat characters as queer when they are blunt, outright representations of queerness. But "if the creators kept the door wide open for something to feel heckin' queer," my headcanon may go there. Not always, but they might.

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Hiccup: Straight. Eyes only for butt-kicking ladies like Astrid. I don't treat it as IC for Hiccup, but I do like Hijack art. That statement ages me, doesn't it?

Astrid: Straight or bi. Depends on my mood. If I'm thinking about Hiccstrid, straight. If I'm thinking about Heatstrid, well. Haha. I know they wanted Heatstrid to be a friendship and I love me a good friendship between women. But Heatstrid is too fun. Give myself Heatstrid as a treat.

Heather: Straight or bi. See above.

Fishlegs: Straight.

Snotlout: I will die on a hill that my boy Snottykins is bi. I mean. Come on. He was a squealing mess around Thor Bonecrusher. Snotlout puts on "macho" airs, which includes how he treats women. It's "manly" to flirt openly with women, right? [eyeroll] I believe he was attracted to the ladies he hit on, but that's the only side of himself he shared, and he dug deep into that "masculine" image. His character arc in DreamWorks Dragons is someone increasingly comfortable opening up and being himself. By RTTE times, he's loosened up enough to drop some falsified hyper-masculine behavior, and with that, we see his attractions aren't limited to women.

He can't contain himself around TB. “I’m just thinking of what could have been. You broke my heart, Thor, you broke it right in two.” *kiss* We're seeing a sincere Snotlout here. He's wearing his heart on his sleeve. You're not telling me someone like Snotlout would kiss someone unrelated to him without being attracted to them.

Ruffnut: Bi. I've seen how she smirks at Heather. I see Ruffnut as a pretty sexual person.

Tuffnut: Aro. Very ace. Which rhymes with mace. OTP Tuffnut x Macey for life. I'm appreciative that Tuff never shows romantic or physical interest in someone else. He's shown distinctly differently than others there. And he seems content where he's at.

Dagur: No one's gonna agree with me on this one but straight. I see Dagur's interest in Hiccup as unhinged obsession, not sexual or romantic attraction. I don't care for the Dagur and Mala thing that happened in the plot, and I headcanoned Dagur as straight from the beginning, but I might as well say: Dagur treats Mala extremely differently when he's interested in her versus his interest in Hiccup. Part of that is character arc. But I also say that's because it's a different type of interest.

Stoick: Straight. But we know he and Gobber are in an honorary relationship. ;) Hiccup's dads.

Gobber: Gay. Any romantic entanglements Gobber had with women in his youthful years I interpret as someone not fully come to an understanding of himself. Gobber clearly knows where he stands by HTTYD 2 times.

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animezinglife · 6 months ago

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I have a suspicion that the way they feel each other's emotions and thoughts is very different than how Feyre and Rhys and Nesta and Cassian do. I've wondered more than a few times--especially after he tugged at the bond the first time--if they aren't extremely intertwined physically.

Lucien genuinely likes Vassa--I've always thought his relationship with her was similar to how things used to be with Feyre. If Elain feels any warmth and admiration in him while he's talking about her, she may misinterpret that or grow angrier about the bond itself.

It could be a combination of that and stress from either the lack of ability to have a normal holiday without talk that reminds her she's in an entirely new world now. Maybe she's even had a vision she can't talk about where Vassa and Jurian are concerned, and how Lucien's tied up in that conflict.

I almost think of it like Feyre and Rhys's daemati exchanges, but with feelings rather than full-fledged conversations. Who knows what she's been launching at him? She feels something she can't handle every time she's around him, and I think it might be a mix of her own feelings and his (and that amplifies everything to the elevens).

I think he likely felt her desperation when he decided to go to the Continent--yes, he trusted her visions about Vassa and the armies, but I think there was an element of what Elain was feeling that made its way into him. That he felt it physically from her.

The time he pulled at the thread of their bond? Overwhelming in ways we don't even yet understand. He was being cautious, careful, and curious--yet it clearly shocked them both and completely overwhelmed her. Maybe this is because Elain is newly Fae and simply didn't expect it/know what it would feel like, but it makes me wonder if she was more horrified that she projected something into Lucien--thoughts, emotions, feeling--that surprised him too and made him blush. Or, that it's just the shock to them both at the depth and intimacy of it even when neither is the goal.

If they're interacting through it, I wonder if it's not just a flood of feeling through each other--emotions Elain is highly accustomed to forcing down and hiding (a safety mechanism for her). Even Feyre only found iron bars and flowers that hadn't bloomed.

Elain is used to being closed off--being social as a human doesn't at all mean she was being open with people.

She physically, emotionally, and perhaps mentally cannot be around Lucien, and that scares her.

Plus, we all love him, but I imagine he would be quite overwhelming in general to be around no matter how cute his personality. He's intelligent, elegant, well-traveled, impeccably dressed, and oozes capability. He's so good-looking even the king of Hybern felt compelled to comment on it. Feyre, who views him completely platonically, can't look at him for five minutes without noting some element or another about how attractive he is.

He's also got that look in his eyes and way about him that tells you if you so much as misstep, you're going to love every "bad" and "improper" decision you ever make with him.

If this intertwined emotions/feelings theory plays out, it makes me wonder too if Elain can't feel the dormant power in him others can't, and she doesn't know what it is beyond it being completely overwhelming.

Lucien would be a lot, especially if you've led yourself to believe so long you were only meant to be pretty and pleasant company. Some accessory to a wealthy man.

If you opened yourself up to Lucien--who already is offering his hand and giving you the option of taking it--your world just got a whole lot bigger and opened up to infinite possibilities for what your life could be.

Lucien sees things others can't, and I fully believe that goes beyond physically seeing. He feels Elain in every way she's absolutely not comfortable with yet, and he sees her fully. She can't hide from him or wear a mask without him seeing through it.

Lucien considered my question. “Vassa and Jurian are two sides of the same coin. Mercifully, their vision for the future of the human territories is mostly aligned. But the methods on how to attain that …” A frown to Elain, then a wince at me. “This isn’t very Solstice-like talk.” Definitely not, but I didn’t mind. And as for Elain … My sister rose to her feet. “I should get refreshments.” Lucien rose as well. “No need to trouble yourself. I’m—” But she was already out of the room. When her footsteps had faded from earshot, Lucien slumped into his armchair and blew out a long breath. “How is she?”

I was wondering: why would Lucien stop midway from answering Feyre’s question, frown at Elain, wince at her, and then say that it wasn’t solstice talk, prompting Elain to stand up and walk out?

I know that there are theories where Lucien felt her pain, realizing that he was being insensitive. I actually had the longest time thinking that Elain really doesn't like or is apprehensive about Vassa, perhaps feeling jealous that Vassa got to spend time with her father and now her mate (sue me, I like the I-thought-you-were-a-bitch-at-first friendship).

But what if it really is just… Lucien unwittingly picking up on Elain thinking or feeling that it isn't very Solstice-talk and repeating it? Elain gets up and leaves because the creepy bond is being creepy and not letting her hide anything. Lucien slumps back down into the armchair like, "Welp, I fucked up. Again."

Mainly because of how after the conversation, we had this little exchange:

A pulse down the bond, as if in answer. Everything all right? I let Rhys see and hear all that had been said, the conversation conveyed in the blink of an eye. I’m sorry to have caused him trouble, Rhys said. Do you need me to come home? I’ll handle it. Let me know if you need anything, Rhys said, and the bond went silent. “Checking in?” Lucien asked quietly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, my face the portrait of boredom. He gave me a knowing look, continuing to the door and grabbing his heavy overcoat and scarf from the hooks mounted on the wood paneling beside it. “The bigger box is for you. The smaller one is for her.”

Now, how did Lucien know that Rhys was checking in on Feyre? He spends most of his time split between the three different areas, and he hasn't been living at the townhouse since after he returned. As much as I would love to give credit to Lucien for being just that good at picking up on body language and subtleties, there is that issue of him being made unaware of how bad things got between Tamlin and Feyre.

So, perhaps he gives Feyre a knowing look because he and Elain do check in with each other quite often.

After all, Mor did give Feyre this advice:

Mor drank deeply from her glass. “Stay out of it. She’s not ready, and neither is he, no matter how many presents he brings.”

#also I absolutely love Rhys #''Do you need me to come home?'' Feyre where did you even find him I mean really #elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #acotar

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