#pining yearning etc etc

[junkdyke]

it's been like over a month and i'm still not over the fact i didn't swap info with that cute ass girl with locs who called me gorgeous, come BACK here!! Where are you!!!

[guinevereslancelot]

first base is wound tending second base is hand touching

[lostiel]

davrin | early access gameplay

[suppressiveperson]

not to be pining or w/e

[merakiui]

PLEASE. please. if you would be so kind to give us some more stalker ex scara... the first time I saw it it just changed my brain chemistry, and I desperately need more </3

>:D thinking a lot about stalker ex Scara, but you get really drunk and he's the only one left to look after you......

(cw: yandere, nsfw, non-con, alcohol/intoxication, toxic ex scara, modern college au, connected to the previous stalker ex scara concept)

Just,,, the fact that he's been so good and sweet ever since he casually slid himself into your friend group and you're not sure if you can trust him, yet here you are being completely, utterly, stupidly vulnerable in front of your very unstable ex. orz

Kuni's not one for parties; in fact, he'd much rather spend his precious time doing quiet, comfortable things with you (cuddling is so much healthier than drinking, after all! <3). Unfortunately, you allow your foolish friends to talk you into attending these brain-rotting parties so you can get drunk off your ass, and he can't let you attend them by yourself because there are too many risks. If you got too comfortable with Venti or Kazuha or even Tighnari while drunk, Kuni would never forgive you. >:( he's worked too hard cultivating this friendly image for himself, and he isn't going to let you or anyone else ruin it.

But right now everyone else is too inebriated to do much of anything, and he hasn't touched the drinks ever since he arrived, instead choosing to anchor himself to some forgotten corner of the room. He sulks and broods in silence, a scowl plastered to his face. He's just barely tolerating it for your sake. It's because he loves you that he's doing any of this. Soon you won't even need any of these troublesome friends. Soon you'll just have him, and he's all you really need. It was like that when you were growing up, after all. Even though, as painful as it is, you don't seem so codependent, so swept up in romance... You're so independent now, no longer the shy, fearful thing from the final few months of your relationship with him. He'd be impressed if he wasn't trying so hard to isolate you from each of your friends. It's a challenge when he's trying to tiptoe around Heizou's sharp, witty perception or Venti's proclivity for knowing everything about everyone despite no one knowing much about him.

But he endures. He's gone years without you; this is nothing.

If you were smarter, you'd know not to trust a word he says. That kind, soft smile he's perfected for this act is not to be believed, especially not when he's using it to assure your friends that he'll bring you home safe and sound. Heizou has his doubts because it's late and you can hardly walk a straight line, but he's tipsy just like the others and it's hard to deliberate like this. Besides, when has Kuni ever let the group down? :)

He takes you back to his dorm instead because Albedo's not home and he has the entire room to himself. While you meander clumsily over to his bed, kicking your shoes off and shucking your jacket in the process, he watches. You have no idea how much he depends on you, how much he admires you, so much so that it surpasses love and lust entirely. Without you, he's nothing. Or that's what he thinks because for the majority of his life he's felt empty and sub-human and so alone. But now you're here, and you can fill those empty spaces in his heart and give him a reason to keep living.

You don't seem particularly fazed when the bed dips under his weight. Rather, you blink sleepily up at him when he leans over you, gingerly reaching to help you out of your sweater. You're too drunk to protest or struggle, and you feel so dizzy every time you open your eyes. It's difficult to remain fully conscious when sleep is tugging at your body, pulling you under. You don't even realize he's fit his mouth on yours until his tongue is pushing past your lips. You manage to place your hands against his chest, intending to push him away, but you're so exhausted and tired. They fall to your sides, useless.

Kuni sits up and smiles at you. He says something about you being dumb and cute... or something about how your friends are fools. You don't really catch all of his obsessive murmurings when your attention is waning. Clothes are torn off; he kisses you a lot. You're not sure if you're reciprocating, but it certainly sounds that way when you're whining beneath him, arching against sodden sheets, your breaths coming in pants and huffs each time he ruts into you.

He doesn't have to worry about anything. Right now, it's just you and him in a corner of the world, locked away from everyone who might try to take you away from him. It's not like you'll remember much come morning. You don't need to anyway. It's better if you're lost and bewildered. That way he'll be able to craft a story to suit his fancy. You'll believe it. You'll have no choice, and Kuni knows how to tell very believable tales.

[madamewalburga]

These James and Sirius Unsent Project messages… god.

PLUS these nicknames messages too

Don’t hurt me like this bro

[spider-shoes-archive]

[astrobei]

you know what i need so bad more than anything actually is a byler moment a la the pride and prejudice (2005) hand scene where mike helps will climb up onto a rock/over a tree branch/up from the ground etc and the camera zooms in on mike’s fingers gripping will’s hand as the music swells softly, thumb brushing over his knuckles, lingering a little too long as will goes to move away, and then will flashes him a shy little smile and is like “hey, thanks,” and mike, a little flustered and caught off-guard is like “yeah, of course,” and then he panics and runs off to join whoever’s up ahead and the camera zooms back in on him flexing his hand in stunned silence

[serial-kissing]

ohhh my fucking god DUDE..........I need to fall in love so bad

[polaroidcats]

Question of the day: if your otp didn't exist (maybe the whole story gets poofed from existence, maybe they just got written out during edits) what ship do you think you'd be obsessed with instead and why?

ohhh what a fun question, thank you!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

hmmm ok so if wolfstar didn't exist I wouldn't have come back to the hp fandom. There are definitely other ships in this fandom that I love or used to love like Jily, Jilypad, Prongsfoot, Hermione/Ginny,.. but if it wasn't for Wolfstar I wouldn't be here. Wolfstar has been the only ship ever, across all fandoms that I read a lot of fanfics for, I think I can count the number of non wolfstar-centric or at least non remus or sirius-centric fanfic that I've ever read on two hands. Idk what it is but I'm stuck on them...

BUT if they didn't exist I think it would either be Snowbaz (Simon Snow/Baz Pitch from the Carry On book series) or Crowley/Aziraphale from Good Omens. I came back to wolfstar because I was looking for Snowbaz stuff on tumblr and ao3 and the fanart looked so familiar I just literally jumped ships and fell back into this fandom after years of being away 😂 And when s2 good omens came out I got very close to reading some GO fanfic but ultimately, wolfstar just always win, they're such a comfort ship for me. But if they didn't exist, yeah definitely ineffable husbands and/or snowbaz.

[halfmoonism]

going through my likes is genuinely making me short circuit like asoryuu.............devotion...........................yeah.

gaa spoilers under the cut:

i've been in such a writing mood I need to write them again. I did have this one idea a while ago based off the whole "ryuunosuke decides he NEEDS to marry kazuma RIGHT NOW bc kazuma might get kicked out of britain" fake marriage/civil partnership thing except it stays fake when ryuunosuke proposes. so they're going through the motions for a civil partnership and they are both pining and they are both frustratingly obvious until ryuunosuke's standing in the middle of the prosecution's office while gina's snapping at kazuma to get over himself and just say smth and van zieks is sighing and massaging his forehead and it just hits him that yeah, he loves him, doesn't he.

[blarrghe]

Happy Friday!! "Characters who bite their lips and blush when they catch another character glancing at their lips (and the ache of want that throbs in that other character on seeing them blush)" for a pairing of your choice??? Have fun!!! 💙

Hello! This ask has been sitting in my inbox for months. I never seem to be able to find the time for prompt writing or @dadrunkwriting but I recently decided to start a series of canonical prompt-fills on AO3 to try to organize my tumblr fics and some of my more canonical writing somewhere, and this inspired me to get to it haha. So this is now also on AO3 in a collection of what will be semi-conencted canon-universe fics that mostly spawned from prompts ^_^

Also, what a prompt! Big fan of the yearning.

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The Inquisitor was flirting with him. 

Granted, Dorian had started it, as he was wont to do. What could he say? He met a beautiful man in the midst of a sudden groundbreaking trip through his life’s work and straight into the apocalypse, and he couldn’t help but soften the blows with a wink or two. 

But then they’d gotten out of that, and here Dorian was in Skyhold's chilly courtyard, standing next to him. He had given his service to the southern Chantry’s war effort against a monstrous ancient Magister, followed the Dalish elf up a mountain, watched him achieve so many miracles it was beginning to seem almost mundane. He had watched him become the Inquisitor, sworn his loyalty to all that meant. 

Taren Lavellan didn’t feel like the Inquisitor up close. He felt like just a man, cast into the mess and floundering like the rest of them. He felt like a colleague, a fellow in arms, a friend. But he wasn’t just those things. He was the world’s best chance, in the best hands. He was chosen, or fated, or something. He was the Inquisitor. 

And the Inquisitor was flirting with him. 

The Inquisitor was the kind of fascination that had to be locked away. A flirtation that had to remain aloof. An impossibility, even just for a fun row in the sheets. An impossibility in a lot of ways.

He laughed when Dorian made some quip about his research frustrations, offered to let him rant all about it. He smiled as he leaned against the stone wall surrounding the garden to settle in and listen. 

Leaned in. 

Listened. 

Dorian felt Taren's hand brush against his own, felt the strange draw of the mark's magic at his fingertips, felt his own breath falter. He cleared his throat, made another joke, watched him laugh. 

Watched his eyes, bright when they met his own. 

Taren’s eyes flicked to Dorian’s lips, he tilted his head back, gave his autumn red hair a shake in the breeze, bit his lip, and smiled. 

A step back. Dorian needed to — needed to stop enabling this, needed to stop setting himself up for the challenge of finding him and making him laugh, needed to stop setting himself up for the challenge of pulling away. He needed to take a step back. 

“Well,” he said, dragging his own eyes away from Taren’s smile, “I suppose I ought to get back to it. And I’m sure someone’s bound to need you.” 

“Oh.”

Taren blushed. The Inquisitor. The Inquisitor blushed, and the power in being the cause of it rushed with unconscionable satisfaction to all of Dorian's worst thoughts. A dull ache tensed through his core.

“Yes," Taren said slowly, openly disappointed, "I suppose.” 

“Inquisitor,” Dorian replied, formal, dismissive, leaving. Stepping back. 

“Dorian.” 

“Though" — Don't — "You always know where to find me,” Dorian tacked on, low, inviting. He felt his leering smirk stretch across his lips, and looked at Taren's again.  

That was not a step back.

“Of course,” the Inquisitor brightened. “Save me a seat.” 

Dorian landed a nod, resisted a wink, and took the door off the courtyard to the dim halls inside. He let out a long breath, steadied himself, and did not head up to the library. 

[foxingpeculiar]

[gokartkid]

yuki and pierre are so lesbian situationship coded :(

LMFAO why is this the funniest way to phrase this 😭 ik what you mean tho like... the closer than friendship that never turns into anything but also it does but no it doesnt... yukierre is an endless game of gay chicken (gay sex that isn't gay bro we're like-- bros!)

[m1t0ch0ndr]

ever have a crush so bad you start identifying with Robbie Ross

[pinkfey]

finallyyyyyy finished awakening <33333333 now have to find nice mods for da2 :(((((((((((((((