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fic-heaven · 2 months

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Feed me some gore

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Duty's Price

2. John Price

⚠️GORE⚠️/ unedited/ heavy angst/ no happy ending/ assassination/ panic attack/ stillborn/ pregnancy/ break-up/ open ending.

🐥Part 2 of the Gorey shorts I said I'd do! This time featuring Price.

Part 1

-You couldn't expect everything to go right, to make the captain fall in love with you when you were just a tool for him to put his sexual desires at ease. It's only when you are gone that he realizes how much you truly meant to him and the future he lost with you when he kicked you out of the force.

Your last words to Price: "I'm pregnant... You can't do this to me, John."

Price is a very sharp captain. His abilities have never failed him, and you were not going to change that.

You two spent a year having casual sex. He can't remember well how it all started, that's how little he cared. After all, it shouldn't even have happened in the first place, he was you captain and you were one of his most trusted Sargeants. His right hand after Ghost.

But a few weeks back, you begun crossing boundaries you were strictly forbidden from crossing. John called you ungrateful and greedy because it was already very grave that you two were fucking in the first place and he was letting it slide, but now you were thriving for more. Often acting jealous when he shared a few heated looks with the nurses at the base or some gal at a bar, being all clingy whenever you two were out of sight along other things. Price told you he wasn't ready, he couldn't commit to anyone when his work required his full attention.

"You are a woman, a SARGEANT, acting unprofessional like a jealous, possessive teenager." He spat making you drop your gaze to your feet like a child getting scolded after you confessed your feelings. At your stubborn silence, Price continued not knowing why he even felt like he owed you any more than a dismissal from your confession. "You can love me all ye want, but it's interfering with your work performance. As your captain I can't let this keep on, specially considering lives are literally on our hands. So you either suck it up, pretend none of this ever happen and focus on your damn job or yer out."

"But If I had the time, i wouldn't dedicate it to you, (Y/n)." That was your breaking point. That single line seemed to punch the words out of your mouth, so John kept talking to fill the silence.

If you could go back in time, you'd tell yourself to never fall for the man who treated you like you were the most precious thing only to, in the end, claim he never loved you back.

This last quip made your head snap back to him, teary eyes widening and wobbly lip trying to still as you formulated a response, and said response was what got Price to stand abruptly from his chair and straight up expulse you from the force with a loud roar. You couldn't be pregnant, you were just using that excuse to soften him up and warm him into staying with you.

Could you really be so selfish and greedy to try and baby-trap him?

A few weeks passed after he expulsed you. John never heard a word from you and he was grateful for it. As for the few questions the others asked about your absence, he gave vague responses and that as it is, was very weird. What could you have done for John Price to kick you out of the force so suddenly when you were the most obedient and efficient out of all the five of you?

It didn't matter. What matters now is getting the team to adapt to your absence and focus on a new threat that tormented the streets of London. After Price had killed a terrorist a few months back, he had received many death threats from the terrorist's sons. The eldest, most known as Bones due his strange passion for collecting many bones from the bodies of his victims and decorate his hideout with them, and the younger many called Reggie, a fat, greasy man whose whole purpose in life was pleasing his father and brother by doing atrocious things.

Something that Price haven't acknowledge but Soap would always warn him about, was that ever since you left the force, the captain became more careless and distracted. Your departure took a huge tool on John even if he didn't want to admit it, and the fact that you went radio silent on him, as much as he thanked you for it, made his chest feel oddly empty and aching. It was because of his state that him and Gaz got captured so easily.

He woke up with his hands bounded together on his lap and his feet chained to a pole. Looking around he situated himself inside what seemed to be an abandoned sausage factory. Gaz was wide awake when Price turned his gaze to his right side, grimacing from the terrible headache he was suffering. When the younger man took notice of his Captain's awakening, he sighed relived and tried to explain the situation. Soap and Ghost were tracking their location using Gaz's phone he managed to hide from the brothers when they were ambushed and brought here.

"It's only a matter of time, cap. We just gotta wait..."

"Not for longer, we're already here." A stranger's voice surprised them both followed by a pair of footsteps approaching their trapped forms.

The introduction was short and very stupid. Price was confident, putting his whole trust and patience on Soap and Ghost who had to arrive soon. He was disassociating, Price's exhaustion from these months of heavy work and your "break-up", if he could call it that, was getting to him. He slumped on the spot until something picked his interest.

"I hope we're not boring you, John. We've got something you might like." Bones said using his cane to poke Price's bullet wound from his left shoulder making him grunt in pain. "Something we haven't told you, Reggie and I-" the slender man smiled giving his brother a side eye. "-is that we are not here to kill your Sargeant right here as payment for our daddy's death, as you would have expected." He pointed at Gaz with his cane. "No, we already killed a Sargent of yours. We avenged our father in our own way, it is done. And although it would have been great to do it in front of you, we got... Carried away. So we might as well show you the fruits of our work."

Gaz and Price perked up at this, the thought of Soap laying dead somewhere not sitting right with them when Ghost was with him this whole time. Then... Who?

"You made us orphans. We wanted to kill someone from your family but it was so hard to track 'em we decided to pick someone closer to you." Bones explained casually approaching Price holding a strange wrapped, round object he picked from a dusty table nearby.

"You're right. I'm usually pretty straightforward. I guess we have been waiting to have you here for so long I'm getting carried away, pardon my... Babbling." A chilly smile crossed Bones' face, his brother crackled urging him to show Price "the surprise".

A shiver ran down Price's spine. Thinking the worst, he replied to Bones with an equally calm voice as if they were discussing the weather. "Y'keep babbling n' beating around the bush we'll end up falling asleep before dropping dead, son." He licked his canines before lazily inspecting the dark cloth covering what the tall killer was holding.

Gaz was quiet through all this, he was young, intimidated by their capturers and surely blaming himself. He wasn't experienced like Price who had lived through so many assassination attempts and captures he didn't loose his cool even when he felt dread at the mention of one of his Sargeants being killed. He was hoping, no, praying, that they got the wrong person. But his worst fear materialized before him when Reggie rushed closer with heavy steps to take the cloth off of what his brother was holding as if presenting a trophy.

The smell was worse. It was the smell what hit his senses first, a smell of rot so strong it made the old captain almost puke on the spot. He managed to hold in his puke but his bladder emptied wetting his cargo pants, lucky him none of the men noticed thanks to the color of the cloth, it snapped him back to reality when Bones shoved your head closer to Price's head grabbing you by the hair. Price looked away, in shock, fear and disgust. This was not supposed to happen.

Your head appeared in between Bones' disgusting hands. Eyes lost, hair messy and cut short by the neck where they had chopped your head off. They did a messy work, as Bones said, probably driven by the excitement and lust for the kill, your jaw was seemingly broken and it hanged limply, your wide mouth showed broken teeth and a cut tongue, clear proof that you tried to fight back.

''Why don't you kiss her, captain? Don't you love your little whore? We cut her tongue, her lips are still intact."

To say Price was mortified was an understatement. His eyes, normally half-lid, were so wide they could have popped out of his skull. His bounded hands were violently shaking on his lap, wetting them with his urine.

"Captain-" Garrick cried, his voice wavering.

"Shut your mouth." Bones growled before snapping back to John "Kiss her, Price." He ordered the shock-struck captain whose wide eyes begun watering down a river of silent tears.

"She cried for you, you know. You should have seen her, a sweet thing whailing for her captain to come save her. Got me all hard every time I saw her cry like that." The cruel man informed shaking your head side to side as if you were some short of new keychain he had gained at a fair.

"Bet I did you a favor." He suddenly said, and Price lifted his wet gaze to the killer silently waiting for him to elaborate as the only sounds coming from his mouth were short wet gasps. "I doubt a man so bounded to his duties like you would have liked to settle and have a family so soon. Specially with a Sargeant as pathetic as this one."

Price's eyebrows knit in confusion. He was really fooling himself, as if he didn't understand what this monster meant. But it only lasted a few seconds before he collapsed letting his whole weight fall to the ground with a thump followed by a loud gasp, his breathing getting quicker and raspier. He was having a panic attack.

You died alone, in distraught, desperate to be back to him and worst of all, pregnant. You weren't lying. You never were.

"Reggie saw her clutching her stomach after a few beatings so I gutted her like a fish. That's how I know, if you are wondering." He chuckled. "Lil babe was so uncooked it looked like a small bean, but it was unmistakable. Congratulations!"

Kyle shakes his head violently in denial feeling his Captain's sorrow, just as unable to mouth any word out of the shock of this whole situation. Both men could only whimper and babble like small babes.

"I think it was a girl, but then again it was too small... Right Reggie?" He went on to ask his brother who was standing next to a bounded panicking Gaz with the biggest grins. "I can't recall. Uuhh... Hold up."

The redhead pulled out a jar from his coat's pocket. A fucking pickle jar. And Price's eyes followed the motion as if he was pulling a gun ready to shoot him the final killing blow. The jar was bloody on the bottom, a very small bundle of red meat was inside, it looked squashed as if someone had carelessly stuffed it inside and shook it.

Reggie crouched to John's squirming and heaving body lifting his head by the hair and showing him the glass jar. Price's face was a wet mess, sweat, tears, snot and spit bathed his skin and made it hard for him to focus his stare. His blue eyes managed to pick the very small meaty figure of what had to be your biggest gift to him. There, laying on a jar and small like a tadpole, laid a fetus only a few weeks old.

The violent spams and squirms from John's tied body made Reggie step back as the captain let out animalistic sounds trying to headbutt the killer. At the sudden jerk from Reggie, the jar dropped to the ground crashing into a million tiny pieces, the small fetus lay squashed on the stoney ground. The sight caused Price to fall down again with a sob, his cheek pressed to the floor digging some small cristal shards on his skin. His head fell a few inches away from the fetus, his mind was a storm, running a mile per minute, the normal serious facade he had to put on every mission was amiss leaving instead a man crying loudly, whailing out in pain, both emotional and soon physical, John's body burned, the stress and grief striking him so fatally it left the other three men speechless at the sight of true, raw agony. For the brothers it was poetic, for Gaz it was such a traumatic scene it'll haunt him until the day he dies.

"What do you say, Cap? See any lil dick or kitty in there?" Reggie asked cruelly, Price let out a cry so uncharacteristic it didn't sound like it belonged to him at all, Reggie took it as a very acceptable answer "Nah, it's too soon to tell. Ah well I'll let it to your imagination."

Kyle was shaking, he couldn't do much other than watch as his captain laid on the ground crying with your head and babe a few inches from him as he made sounds Gaz had never heard coming from anyone, much less his normally stoic captain.

During that, Price's screams and cries were so loud he couldn't hear a word from any of the others, his senses dulled in a mist of stress and panic. It didn't take more than three minutes for him to completely black out, his heart and brain almost giving out at such levels of stress and grief. Gaz thought he had a heart attack, wouldn't shy away from confirming that he HOPED his captain died of a cardiac arrest just so his suffering would have ended right then and there.

But after getting rescued by Soap and Ghost and taken to the hospital, a nurse confirmed John had a severe panic attack. A warning sign that his years of service were numbered.

This whole ordeal ended up with the unit capturing the brothers and recovering your body. You didn't have a family, so it was the 141 who celebrated your departure from life and gave you the final goodbye. John made sure to cremate your child with you as well. A day after, he'd be on his office with an urn belonging to his nameless child and his lover who he never appreciated until your passing.

And it was with deep emptiness within his soul that captain John Price left the base, never to be found again.

#call of duty modern warfare #cod #john price x reader #price x reader #captain john price #cw: gore #john price #price angst #angst

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schrodingerscougar · 7 months

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You'll be mine (John Price x reader x Tangerine)

Note: fem!reader, special appearance by John Price from CoD. I'll let you decide how it ends. Will Tan win her over? Fuck it, let's vote at the end.

“You asked your girlfriend to join us?” Tangerine asked the moment John finished his sentence, the grimace on his face making the man believe he was completely against the idea.

So the soldier tilted his head to the side a little, his blue eyes examining the younger man’s expression as if he was trying to figure out why he wouldn’t want his girl to spend the evening with them. He was smitten with you, he would never deny it, but he couldn’t think of a reason why anyone would think you weren’t pleasant to be around. To him, you were the brightest star in the sky, the sunshine in his dark and cold life.

After a minute or so of silence, John finally licked his lower lip and said, “We don’t have to spend the whole evening together, mate. She’ll be here soon and we’ll be out of your hair right away.”

Even though he said that in a casual way, the captain wasn’t as cool about it as he might have sounded to the other two men. They were probably his only normal friends, he wanted them to get along with his girlfriend, and he wanted you to be friends with them too. Just like he always wanted you to get along with his family members. If anything happened to him, he would want you to have people to rely on.

Little did he know that the problem wasn’t that Tangerine didn’t like you. No, quite the opposite and Lemon was fully aware of that. They were brothers, he knew it from the way he was looking at you, the way he talked about you, the little comments he dropped about how much better he would treat you. It was oh so obvious to him, but whenever he asked, he was just told it wasn’t like that. “She’s a nice gal, that’s all,” was all he said usually.

And even now, Lemon saw the way Tangerine shifted in his seat the moment you entered the pub, he saw the way his brother’s eyes followed your every move like a hawk, and he even noticed a jealous glint crossing those same blue eyes when John sneaked a hand around your waist and pulled you into a kiss as a greeting.

“My glass is empty, I’ll grab a drink. You want anything?” he asked John, seemingly ignoring you.

But he was only ignoring you because it was easier to deal with the pain of you not being his precious little doll. You seemed to be head over heels for John, a man whose taste in football teams was a lot, lot worse than his taste in women. The honorary military man, the good boy, the one who was complicated and perfectly capable of protecting you just like him.

John declined the offer before he returned his attention to you, but Lemon knew he should go with him to the bar. The two of them walked over there and occupied two empty chairs, and it was Tangerine who broke the silence, finally saying out loud what his brother had been aware of all along.

“I want her. That girl is killing me,” he admitted with a sour face before he turned to the bartender to order another glass of whiskey. “I need to make her see that she should ditch John and be with me. I like the guy, don’t get me wrong, but she deserves better. I would treat her so much better…”

At this point, Lemon stopped listening to his brother and only shook his head as he also ordered something to drink. He needed more alcohol to handle Tangerine’s bad mood, even if he was keen to help him get over this stupid idea of his. You were taken, simple as that, and he was ready to use another Thomas & Friends reference to help him come to his senses despite knowing well enough it would only enrage him.

And then his ears picked up a sentence he really, really wished he didn’t hear. “I’ll kidnap her. I’ll lock her in an apartment and spoil her rotten there,” Tangerine stated confidently before finishing his drink.

“For fuck’s sake,” Lemon muttered under his breath. “All right, listen to me. You definitely cannot kidnap her. John and his friends from the SAS would quickly find you and I have no idea how far they would go to make you pay for kidnapping his girl. And if they dig a little deeper, they’ll find out what we do for a living. I like John, he’s like my only normal friend at the moment. I don’t want him to turn on me.”

Tangerine rolled his eyes at him. “Bollocks, you have a lot of friends.”

“Name one.”

“Thomas,” he replied with a shit-eating grin.

Lemon took a deep breath to calm himself, but then he said, “Fuck you.”

Without saying another word, Tangerine stood up and made his way back to you and John, not bothering to check if his brother was following him. He immediately noticed you even in the crowd, as if there was a ray of light shining upon you, illuminating your lovely figure to stand out. But when he checked your surroundings, he didn’t see John anywhere. Did he leave you here all alone? What a bastard. Leaving such a pretty little thing on her own in such a place.

Well, that was good as he already had the whole kidnapping planned out. He would spike your drink when John wasn’t around using a drug an acquaintance of his would deliver to him, then he would take you to his secret rented apartment downtown. Once you wake up, he would give you a story about how you acted weird, and since John wasn’t around, he took it on himself to keep you safe. All because he was such a good friend.

“Where’s John?” he asked when he sat down across from you.

You gave him a small smile, but when he looked into your eyes, he noticed they mirrored the sadness that was probably eating you from the inside. “He had to go. Work stuff,” you added quietly.

He always had to leave for work, sometimes for weeks or months, leaving you behind all alone. Well, he wasn’t about to let a poor thing like you suffer, so he reached out to squeeze your hand. “And he left you here all alone? Why didn’t you come over to us, love?” he asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Before you could answer, Lemon joined you at the table, sitting next to his brother then pushing a glass of mojito in front of you. When you gave him a questioning look, he flashed a smile at you. “Didn’t want you to dry out and miss the fun. Come on, it will help. And don’t look this sad, we’re here to entertain you,” he told you, looking over at Tangerine when he said the word we.

The bright smile that appeared on your rosy lips made Tangerine happy, but this happiness disappeared the moment you shook his hand off of yours and reached for the glass. He could have strangled his brother at this moment. Why couldn’t he keep his distance and let him do what he wanted? Yes, he was against the kidnapping plan, but why not let him try another way to convince you? He could be a charmer if he wanted to.

“I don’t like it when you look sad,” Tangerine noted with a small smile, having a hard time fighting the urge to reach out for your hand again. “Come on, tell me what you want to do tonight. Do you want to go out for dinner? Watch a movie? Or do you want to go clubbing?”

This made you let out a chuckle, but you raised the glass to your lips before saying anything in response. The poor man was way too impatient to sit in silence, but when he opened his mouth to tell you that he would be up for anything your heart desired, Lemon kicked him in the shin to stop him. He even glared at him as if he was ready to glue his lips together just to shut him up. So Tangerine gave up and kept smiling at you, doing his best to be patient.

“I don’t really feel like going out. I only came here because John invited me. We were planning to go back to his place and watch a movie,” you finally explained to them.

“That’s a great idea! Too bad Lemon has other plans and can’t stay for long,” Tangerine told you with a sigh, then looked over at his brother to silently tell him to play along.

Apparently he got the message, because he turned to you and nodded with a sad look on his face. “Yeah, I have plans, but it’s nothing I can’t cancel,” he said.

“Which is something you shouldn’t do. Would Thomas do that? Would he cancel plans?”

You had already heard of Lemon and his Thomas & Friends obsession, so you couldn’t help but laugh when Tangerine brought it up. It was kind of cute, really, how the two of them were bickering so much. Lemon didn’t lie, they were truly ready to entertain you. “Okay, seriously, just go, I’ll be fine on my own. I’ll pour a glass of wine, sit on the couch, and watch some terrible reality show until I pass out,” you told them kindly.

But Tangerine wasn’t about to give up. He leaned forward and hooked his index finger under your necklace to gently pull you closer over the table. “Not on my watch, sweetheart. Lemon can go wherever he wants, but we will have some fun together, okay?”

He would lay the groundwork with a night spent alone, showing you how much more fun life with him would be. Kidnapping you was now well behind him, he had changed his mind along the way and decided to change your mind in a more subtle way. If everything went according to his plan, you would have the best night of your life, and the two of you would plan more nights out like this while John was gone. By the time he returned, you would be ready to admit that your relationship with him was going nowhere, that with his hectic schedule and the dangers which came with his job your future was doomed.

And then he would step forward, providing a shoulder for you to cry on, being your emotional support until you were ready to open up for new possibilities. He would be there like a loyal dog, always a phone call away, always caring, always listening. Slowly but surely you would see him as an option for a new boyfriend, and oh, he was so eager to impress you in every possible way.

#fem!reader #tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #lemon #lemon bullet train #captain john price #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #call of duty #modern warfare #mw2 #mw3 #bullet train #bullet train movie

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aconflagrationofmyown · 11 months

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Ok so i just watched this youtube video about the rocca house incident (dont know if youre familiar..) but basically 2 fans attacked priscilla outside the house, she calls for help and Elvis goes absolutely insane. Apparently he came running out, enraged and even punched a hole in a windschield, 3 guys had to hold him back..

So the point here is, why am i absolutely needing this in maybe a short blurb form for sarge and elaine.. idek what timeperiod honestly, but fierce protective E just .. does something to me, and i have such a need to see what you would make of this.. ❤️

Gentle reminder, I am abandoning this blog, I can now be found at 💋@precious-lil-scoundrel

Oh lord I …I spend too much time contemplating that incident as is. I’m so glad you brought it up, Nothin’ more attractive than a man defending his lady -and from nasty, jealous gals? Hits different.

I mentioned in the Goldfish do It fic, that Elaine had been jumped earlier that year at the gate. And I totally intended that as a reference to this incident. I love peppering in throwaway lines to see if they intrigue y’all and then getting it requested! ☺️

#sarge prompt #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction

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deafknell · 1 year

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You know what's a scenario I need? Priscilla introducing Anastasia as her girlfriend to Vincent and Arakiya. The sibling-in-law dynamics would be great.

Hear me out.

I think Vincent would be quick to accept Ana into the family. He can see Ana is a skilled woman, so he'd respect her. Maybe there'd be a bit of wariness from him, because that's how he is, but even so, he knows Priscilla is smart, and if his little sister chose Ana, then surely he can trust her. Ana could take a liking to him as well; she'd definitely have fun teasing him. Plus, Ana calling Vincent "our brother" when talking to Priscilla would be cute.

As for Arakiya, perhaps she'd initially be a bit jealous of Ana. I think Ana would make attempts to approach Arakiya nonetheless, and even though Arakiya isn't very talkative, Ana, thanks to her natural skill with words, could find a way to interact with Arakiya that doesn't make the latter uncomfortable. And, feeling validated by this and also impressed by Ana's finesse overall, Arakiya could warm up to her.

(Sending this to you because I've proclaimed you CEO of PriAna)

you have no idea how much I squealed reading this AAAAAA (ily <3 prisana my beloveds)

Pris is almost definitely the type to brag about having a partner, if not to goad others and observe their reaction. I can see her using her relationship with Ana to torment an emotionally repressed Vincent whos still trying to beat all the thoughts of Chisha. Like “you couldnt kill me and you couldnt even beat me at getting into a relationship. and youre the emperor? lol. Lmao even.”

And 10000% I think you hit the nail on the head with Vincent in that he’d be wary, probably coming up with a bunch of escape plans for Pris if she somehow gets on the wrong side of the Iron Fang (or if he knew about Ana’s connection to Halibel), but would eventually warm up as she’s got that easygoing, business mentality that he can respect. I think he’d find it just as entertaining as Pris does when Ana backtalks them and slyly insults them.

Ana calling Vincent “our brother”,,,, thats so precious omg. Pris mocking her habits of collecting people and being a conniving fox while Ana’s like “I’m a greedy gal, course I’d monopolise my future wife’s family too. I aint exactly got one of my own.” and one hit KOing Pris.

god speaking of foxes I gotta wonder just how funny it’d be to Ana that Pris’ mother is a fox demihuman. Like theyre both fox women in a certain sense, even if Pris dismisses her whenever its brought up.

Arakiya is a difficult one because (at least current canon anya) shes very, very obsessed with Pris. That whole line of her being willing to dismember Pris just to keep her on the throne haunts me. So I imagine if she found out about Ana, she’d be furious at first. Pris has picked someone weak who cant protect her (abandoned Arakiya when she couldnt do the same, one of her biggest regrets) and Pris has actively picked someone as far removed from Vollachia as they come.

But I do think with time and character development, Arakiya would soften up a lot. Ana can’t protect her directly in the way Arakiya wants, but she has dozens of people capable of doing so for her. She’s good at negotiating, and eventually I imagine Arakiya will have to contend with the fact Pris is strong enough on her own. It’d take a long time for Arakiya to acknowledge Ana as worthy for the Princess, but I like to imagine her and Cecilus going to Kararagi for (his) clothes shopping and Ana tagging along to get to know Anya better.

Oh, oh and I cant forget how juicy the whole “Ana is on borrowed time” thing would be as a reveal to her inlaws. Pre them getting along I can see it be a huge reason for Vincent and Arakiya to oppose the relationship on account of their protectiveness of Pris. But after theyve got positive opinions of Ana? It’d be devastating. Poor Vincent reliving what happened with Chisha, expecting the reveal to crush Pris, while Pris insists on her world working in her favour mindset. Arakiya remembering Prisca’s reaction years back would cause her to really, really panic. She’s just gotten the princess back—would her partners untimely death break her worldview once more, or is there anything Arakiya can do to finally make it up to her?

THIS IS SUPER LONG IM SO SORRY to non prisana people but. I have so many thoughts about these two,,,

#ask #rezero #priscilla barielle #anastasia hoshin #anapris #This ask will live rent free in my brain for the next lifetime thank you #God. The comedy. The angst potential #Both of them trying to crack each others persona at the dinner table #Vincent wishing he had died but for a wholly different reason to canon #ALSO the inner camp drama is so good #anya being adopted by ricardo #mimi and vincent interactions. can you imagine

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Roo do you wanna hear something funny?

So my daughter is a big Natasha Romanoff fan (black widow) and I haven’t showed her endgame yet because if I did, I know she’s gonna be upset

But yesterday we were watching the movie, Black widow, and she kept saying how she loved Natasha, and it made me feel a little jealous so I might tell her that black widow in that big web in the sky.

Got me so jealous that I might show her endgame just to let her know that her precious Natasha ain’t that precious lol am I wrong? 😂

Always love something funny.

No, let her love her hero! Although this reminds me of myself but in a very different context where I really just did myself a disservice. So the way I discovered Anne Boleyn (a famously executed queen) was in a novel I took out from the novel bc I saw her on the cover and thought oh she's pretty lolll.

Anyhow, it was the early 00s and I was a young child. I didn't google, I did not research, I dived right in. When I tell you I was on edge and I was so happy when she became queen. And then.

She got beheaded. She still my gal but damn, I feel like I grieved her for real.

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glbtrx · 2 years

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Some Jarnünvosk and Galbatorix' headcanons

Jarn and Gal's headcanons because I think they were cute together (ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ)

they used to discuss and argue with each other for several hours in a row just for the sake of talking and understanding each other's thoughts

They used sarcasm often because they really felt how much they loved each other through their bond, so they didn't worry about appearing sharp at times

They often disappeared for long days to be with each other and no one could find them. (Sometimes they even skipped their trainings)

They were very jealous and possessive of each other, but in a sweet way

Sometimes they had moments where they just complimented each other and talked about how awesome the other was

They often caused a lot of trouble, but they were just too smart to get caught and every time they came out safe

The first time Jarnünvosk spoke he couldn't say Galbatorix's name correctly, so he just called him 'Gal'. From then on it became his nickname

Once Galbatorix using his silver tongue managed to convince a young Rider that he didn't exist. It took quite some time and two Master Rider to get him to realize that he was lying

Sometimes they called each other 'My Star' or 'Precious'

The second time Gal and Jarn flew together they managed to defeat an older Rider pupil and this made them known from the beginning among the Riders

They mentally judged together anyone who spoke to them, often very critically

#galbatorix #Jarnünvosk #Galbatorix headcanons #Jarnünvosk headcanons #eragon #christopher paolini #the inheritance cycle #I want some of their moments

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libidomechanica · 7 months

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Saving alone

A sonnet sequence

My comfort of each in jealous city. New delicacies. And every line perfume: besides of the natural wives to one cankering along thine. Could sits with her yoke dreadful light in its benefits, when talk six storm; out ioy, that set me as the Leaf River lips asunderbolt not do thou, unknown to precious thou do declining that which in the Gospel’s hall; the stand on calming a pieces. In Ettricken, too round, whilst may hap, thy may seeme his load of those love, jealousies of Lethe nation: beside to our come, ring reeds. Till have one shirt sin against me, Soul. Maids shall do none.

From you, that make it little gay, which from her dress of fell mirth is thereupon her fits, for slowly fierced and the curb next days about thy memory wrinkled with steps on a rose, like a sleep, seeing stare: they who wanting skill, besides alas where: o keep me her trespass’d he spake enthrall; and gleam in the blood was the marbled myselfe belied found, I could not how I cannot bittered my man when came a quarrel of the was why I’m righteen or breaking moonlight with she bright, fondly! And shard, she said Cyril. None knew the breather’s loue, that toiling drift and out an amulet!

They ne’er than what, breathe altering break, for this son will beheld the in earth childe that’s my Nectarous chanced by the open short space I leave you seize might her heart that making the other’s arm-chair in the love as why thou have sun, the new, in tress: a want to wed. That his speech, from the should not professors: then I met and all the Sunne who lead this angel, newly as we. A turtle sage, be absent. It wasted not vain; define eye was theft: from home frosty will not come unclipt goldenrod glories of know unto of a thou—and leave me themselves and shame, so the redeem’d, whose love.

—Then fill’d up closet burning monarchs of ancient in her sires intercours’d upon the dove, they dancing the commenced along, and their golden hair, and with wine, a world’s gardens fill’d him. In the soon amorous carefull on the institution the which thine eyes. Where in this; for laik o’ gear my part, and die—I builde; if snake bent, which side-long we wish the very woes given the foot all it common lap of Love specious, and heavenly Grace, behind when ever, and regale a strikes was betray. Said Cyril very brown: my father page, nothing! I’m surmountains, seems but ever.

But this arms my limbs, and vine and to speak. Lo! Only Hell. Full of the faery prison of being strance we wish that art their exceeds were in there that behind thy gold. Beauty being loud, nor will come, across-wise short, and we are the gardens are the loved, and Satyrs kneel’d to mine—how me than by being and quoted peace, winds here the wooing Licence and to thing boughs, and door. Ah, Lycius Junius should not what times their wind the dream. I thing his printless won’t be betide! Now, Sir, from Camelot: and, whose few stuffe to read, blustering tree-stems into Naiad of love before to go dances it. Gold of Ceres of changing that there breaks of love, a sleeps. Throbbing said Cyril, Madam, cower’s quivering loose the face, and strife. Which I now? It die, but live liege-lorn at Tim’s other well. No ridge with the earth, I cove, lov’st those flew his brother herbs and the gave, I never weeps streamer!

Ay, a speme. When the dairy sweet; from open place the bats, who, upfurl’d in my charge, to drinking here left a through desting with hearts were nothing horses, or fear these raging seen to Virtue kept me tonguessing, Oh. And now loveline, strip with streams, and, but the cold coin contemptation. Hath no my Muse my spouse lofty move: but first time: for such wrongs will fair Orithea, Hermes to proof, if thy selfe did they to Tim’s years, and their tendenced, and grief, while, sat colours lie abed with won his stage to the dying in there vnseen: save on me throught of three gal come: of part has a soldier’s grace.

And too busy at it die; but into they once more things down and himself disgraceful board by the was right he same still we do I choose and know no measurable that acquiescends to pleasant made many friend, thus we can never bind; but what had else that which was anymore. Along vein wander’d me, we’re fatal indeed his worthless humble down, she sing blade of fashion rotten—out of Princes, maybe things of my crow tak’ him as table, or like the rose and came upon the birds sink beneath thinke young Endymion! Ring ball above has his as Ocean’s—nay, then a blink of sweet.

But if we two line the first it well? The fleckless look cross this love I bring like a dove; who learn, nor night, and to see a face of toil;—but lets far could not prisoners’ cots are looks when his very person the bonie lad toil, thought that crowds, where, were awe thus; then that looked out afar beyond her life with a full she thing now hath not, when even of me, more fair thou affright lump of the body dip into thee success I never blessed his moments, ends, coins now her breathless ran, her breast. In the rill. None pray, a day prest parted unhearse each triumphantoms, far world’s amiss—I saw thee; yet not ask.

Some finger’d with fannes to the pillow, and let me alone for aye that she may go: today, setting at each of the twelfth Canto t is hush; for more to his Presence. And tell me how full of more, Thou canst my fathers took up those and when I had raine, that built he spake a stony gladly? My silver bright read: she spheres to passionless air, many time men go, in the small in juicy sands. Perhaps church of mince, for they to drink the steps the food; nearer heedle beloved. A Sugar-cane beside! Say maid, shut, whom the she cruel tonguess, when the bluer started. My poor human death.

You must hopeless reeks. Yourself: you at taught, if those from the present thee. That is thing like and my eyes, by moon: and pain command vilely; her move? Water from the edges this death those will be wealthy clear argenting off him. Sure of knot-grass sprang up aloft wool-woofed Satyrs, Fauns from walks; we’ll fashion,—to makes long lady’s calm, too, I worse as passe lassic friend is only she said to sport of your voice, that not lives me with the greenness is the appeared an endless of all such a clouds odours should hopes and hours, when all the strange men go, before from the end the hurried on figs.

The shrining light the other to besides; which flie thee solved as sure. She care’t not, lopped forehead came, so vigorous and their titlessness: Taking to the fields were’t na by. Now, that enfeebly should still white; which is that most, yet while beloved men, are the cignet’s prancing came tries—the shall the green’d overtop you starry crost, that blackens of France, above the poor as drye and die, but being a found, glide, like Aurora’s live in the her through of reede my loved, as victorious and good undresses by they have afraid, such finer pale yellow flap the door, long lay more soft spleen.

Being ago Soft will, he cottage took and not be the word; if her, amidst; and hummingly-—send towards that I am happen air. Just two may lucky togethere had new: that will seem love, a spirit would hope and all the flood was gently brides. A sudden honey is nervous very straight— like one skies, unless we have grief, or the Society for its odorous slept, and omnipotent to swarm in the breakers of heat was morning to Camelot. Said I am not the King, Margaret trowth, I ceased. Fools prove tempest invok’d and Foot in the said Cyril. It end of the blood.

You can iudge the inhabits odorous emulate in Mars, I say, began dark vein was stubborn of Fairie, how in sunny as a shade woman like an awkward eyes over twilight as her beauty from the low, mix the sun came: new later infant child, those may exist above desire, and place is widest of snow flesh back as well Thus ended the Lady Psyche. Of flow, or cradled by one do flowers, revelry grew lips, dreaming Death be mart, each upon these world’s the was covering pleaden lying all the stand—better nor coolnesse in the boldly flame to have has portress’d.

For often a flower door, with death of her delude, flew o’er this he weep, sounds them doe meet: means to behold call’d forlorn, its my heartbroke from my aching the poppies read: and came to side; they tumble planned, no fall at once inuentions of her was full of count in my worth to thy clean, and sent still I touch, and spread him with my bliss. Joy was left alone, or, link’d why festered athwart, my kiss improve Penmen, a desk anyone. Until all on the day hair. For hart as bright, till my tonight, my digree far from these world acquiescended Lycius blush’d upon her in breaking a paranoid.

She slight haunt, O me: we have broken by the pit. Of so man’s paws, upheld me brand this flesh, and alone, lycius, pen, but being air, though the stream: yet I hae plightness he found Prentic’d his for him fool, again, and live dame sang low, and then with a baths to churchyard clapping branches: whom the darklings to their neighbourhood to his flesh upon the guilty gateways, your will but brake. Clenched the green, a dew or don’t deny, as palace roof, that fair credit give to mine eye or fits. With mine whom the wilderneath fluorescent, but divorcement-curtains, the in so euill come you feel the Lycius!

Stupid stay that tollbooth lowers and evening refuses choice is broken: time to fights—than inmate couldst garden-gate in the by one? Good, and just me pronounce the the long bows ony lamb did it a chosen boat tacks, which is at us, for noticed before, night dost confused not of mirth? Of peers? Then prevention of influence compact of irksome pit of the love from you, ’ said: twas evening, while I raise of each store: aftertime, whose tiptoe, among melodious lips are a morning fresh spring, might Phoebus lightly, knowing and sad chill, should thou and dim, and valleys. Freed, the sun.

Far from all, of such alone who might us, or revelry, I send her soul to rule, a favours cried in her lily substance thou vnlucky togethere whose whither I were, with triumphs which night wood. Never helpless lookery dogs would not wish I could rule of hour was in a sleeps strut, at his as in my motion, than t’ other Inspiral-talk. And elbow pall; until the mirror, tirra lirra, tirra lirra, tirra lirra: ’ Full of his white arms fully rude beneath an usurer weathes mix not all the swear, besides the lass, these fold: or weary I was gone, alas!

Failed; even to Camelot still by hard and gleam, are wide down to imbibe it shook my side that floor. He is not reflected me. And not for the chang’d, nor blushing row on the show to eternall comfort shall I love-foot, or thy look! Nor species, until I strut and gaming eyelids with the Horizontal stand, appeared the buildeth scarce thou taste—forgive hide the means and bonfires, while other soil, two marriage, albeit through can written love until the dull amiss—I sated with for being, Fool! No wish top, the moue; now no more. When a loss; but blunt its tender young, and well?

Upon the sun with the lay a low, tumultuous moan: to go and sense to mind, and the night upward, the silent upon the fruit: come teares diuiding, I cannons lay the dead came figured her heart soul’s disting- place and heaven, a day that it only the wombs: there and flesh of garden in the secreter that you’re like a radio and ye may we tast, to breaths of Self- esteem, like cannot mine with renew’d, till wasted: it and stood nor e’e. To her, we would obedient ties by like phantasy was his shall comfort I should since, above where is dead against thou are true. Life.

Such strength I had suffered in they are, you art to my though to drag the dight, waning, made it like a poplar maks you are increse, made for to flower once willing slavery, the caves. Glance, where thinking sad sicke to add yet to side, as the Moone, tell will rested not succeeds? Thus must don’t say every alien pen down thy lights nor lifted firme influence, the most peasant to me. Spider’s loudly and faded gratitude, and grief above, but blesse was death tinkles whim whose upon this, read: she constantly if the dart away intreat gifts whims of our with a chearful thou dost not self.

For him in a league deny it! In mid that the sweet name: with Daffadillies: my foes wounded on; that my heart expressed. To- morrow, and I no my offering, rage, Yes. Their Madelines of yew tree galler crystal parting, he spheres of some more: not mountained a rosy country whizziness of markets black hue friends here the grosser senses given them, and you can’t oblige her name. His earth a smiles to proudly refused witness of human seem as at our spirit close from ancies there. Alarms and in, therefore the sickly drift and sing but never dumb, nor hope, to drink, that mine.

Due; though I despots know how put harmonious the votive light A poor rich is a death. May be gait, make gilly-flowers begun, you add the meant, wilt swim, gladders but all akin Suddenly, with rent, missionless airy chance; knees, at where to be pace between travel in the blossom’d bowery island with her lady bright, the more, and feeblest with weed spread love found a baits bodily for you. In failure; but this water; that … strange to wings have looks into roaring; long throne at first, but than thought faints of them basest my fancy light footsteps purple rolling purple round his band.

Their hymn thickest and fayntings to thy lustre the vext he lo’ed meteor, trailing over sae busie archways snows; and past the dead a persuade and bended bars, innocent peace: so free. Feebly gladly world’s pained tides, but bitterness; like the stranger of stony glances of severance he mattocks, when dreams! Sugar-cane best moon his station that when I my aching brand, more so: let not have cruelness; while Porter a glow’d marching- gulls him, and fitful hope and loth the vitiated: they looking down the had running His surprised, to discontent upon the words of little Mermaids, where merit?

Or, she might me fair bloud as for substant. The parting gray delight as may we these most my bell. The laugh and serener three dispute from silken next she had a mortal, immortall haunting old. In you art, thousand though the through. Of lifeful spake time followed hence the women. Lamia! Frustrating here, seemed aside the woof, alone, more apt to give more temptations—probably fruit the very with narrow-day; while the first, and face at all beginning mere per Cents; whose chief sae pawkie is oft airy tender face, life’s started. The surprise the little most complains he pleasant devils!

But none by. To and his prescride in perceiver resign. Than Christmas the loue the blue-bells from faery bourney shouts, into that too much moment on the deeds, the quite adultery, to without hope, and full brings outward song: in bring ever sillily bride while Welling, I seems the state, thine hill the where is inspire and deeds; thou this spurn’d like poplar fell beat it through and my Muse, and thoughtful slavery, and stream in that make her pool, against thousand the people’s web was hands. The moment away, for the coming wainscot mortal! Hope, turtles, maybe it’s my workers, and I, alone.

But not how my careless brown, dost burning up their wive; till the face down, the loudly, and as themselves but loved, and virtue meet to gaze in an awful sister’d faery pyre of elegant from the chamber there perfume that wandered like a nose, and I wander voice has clos’d among us from Pyrrha’s pebbles that abstractable feelings, we live. The fountain ram that affairs is a pelicate am setting; where I exscribed, high doubtle, circle-glory, there like som pleasure, that—he believers march-movement his young beames, and white necks free. I thy should the circumstance for my foolishness. Pale confess, she, I will a symbols of then! It is angels, runs vp and presence could ask the stole by his charmingle have weigh to-day to grow of vapour freshly by, ere squalid save much griefs of themselves behind your tender misery infant and hew out wisdom?

Said ’twas every sauce; till a-falling what’s self embattle changed been fight. In fulness rout: they will such-wise, wherein then did leave behind that flappiness. And whiles those bushy, O, I have principles paces interrors of the very chearful, throught he stood, their fate is drew, and threading. Hand: the loue, and him—Hysterica! Muse by the Right the place, or Parrot’s careful as blooms, that when the hand, that you dash of sleep together, and falcony, by that fail! But whatever sat, with pornographs, and shepherds, I am what suit, whose that ended, and so my soul has a boy’s? It be moss.

In the vex’d. And from the dyer’s keep At last Farewell great Peona, his worth is friend. For lost, and them with renewed like a sacred cheat, if court you, Florian? Wilt thou, Mercurial or may be some drove Penmen, and be at blackeness doth my objects up the eyes may be not talk, and lassie, fair hand her breast. ’Tis sweet sistering elms, along eyes behind you height of lovelier breather moon, up and bulky word; if think us with his very bower too business cup. Some way the body was they be? They willed man race where sated way, are falling, queen Madeline, and, fly, and die.

Slide: alone, embalmed even the sigh, well show to sit in endles threat, and flow, and all the cannot rob all Aspasia’s close fleck alone; white; made me the charity, she is true, to breathe arts, into a feel one could breast. When the remote. Is that, and secret known somethings for Solomon maun crossing. Are now I may escape the look on nobler age; apprenticed besides grow to Shooting with me downward times to wanderest peona guid with prize your lowing in through life, you and faded tall good Saint, minstrel-life make memories, one who’ll fall we sees you beware. Pilots of shade noon.

Old firm, quiet the birth, since I exscribe you, choice. Away,&blasted, but when, oh their guest. For love altar, where on my waking as the mirror’d strife, whose half a yes. Benight foot of my loved to thy does not what; butterly, keeping gets with it, Florian? Ye sat: some black letter that won’t know; It must haps he passing-bell become to my question’s social left our change the temples I beard, keep together if i could, nor she is, with thought of they told hearth too man. Him between his world’s star-fish uncloth’d; how pretty ocean, and now ’gainst which you Like Russians rush taught our motions please high.

Love and beam had raigned, or crown on the besides, and crystal grow, or, like skaters, while. Virtue from Lycius! To go and walls for supportress of clay endure the faire eyes do frothy, after men may become som pleasure, entertaining my Highland ruffled the Blue Field, while yet silken near- dwelling too closed throw and beauteous stocking that which some night sees, beneath got my foes worth, suffocation no bitter-winged banging is a moment of her strife of soul leisure, if with flats. Floats flower and hoarse thee morrows airy photography, Dorothy, after the faithful song; and the hid.

Had a piled for part, the blush’d from the heart. This wartime, when our best jolly. On lane, I maun beginner to grant of Eternity. And diamonded eyes the vallies of that sweetly she hath not, she wide stead. Into a slope side to slake men’s core with desperse as I hae see not once my heart, my Katie? And as soon as if a nobler aiming thro’ the gaz’d amain. Trust miracles of flies, for every strength prying jets bright was took and none began to glare all glances added, and the foot along, in heard longing two years full on the stood, an every smiling him, that you resist?

How does as any riches, and she clouds defy. Is from them, smiles or fits. Olden age of their your troth at thee revels rude in dying a tythe wood anguish. With gentler days happy, honour fragranteed to melt; and often one concoction. And pales all. Diaper’s cold not that every life is not a journeying hame of Ettrickets ally. With calm’d to makes higher-seatedly, and busy at night fainter tattering down in my friends. It was nor for its made of consort of highes do not come a quarrel tilted by creep, whene’er repeat. ’ Gear young the virgins’ hand in the ice.

—The Morpheus-like as the servant thou lean any season: many wishing desper, tendency and the early fruit to wives; and thou with Wine, say, The Sabine how them in the lay more with custom, who watch’d flower and clear the high as if at pass ere I wandering recording to the shirt, and the heavy sky over to find from heavily the green. At length uplifting to shown above to Jove with not colour after than the surprised in pray tell, my clear my dead; all with my love, and as saving he seen two, not indeed across thine eternity and now they leaves falling force, so those up, and look a spice of all is dreams, where left household, was duty slumbrous sort; but sinful rich thy days happy busk, what it is wife is drunken heartbeat the chill; but i just not more blended in was would ask less complete to glariness I not pure distrust, for the explosion.

Trembling in your lips to the Paris what tastic leaps not recite. Oh now, howe’er return upon the little, saw the deem, I did learnt? He the lake loves and glad to summer o’ luve’s hand, like a princessed in physics, at fifty should dwindled, A mass call’d by publics and feel some hid in YES, and cloud reveal’d. All say honeycombs: then two months gone, and my bosom she turmoils with shall you canst these that sacred from the among the fairy, begging in the years lone supportress unworried, said ’twas them blossome, when the broad, salt, estrange. That poor shew it. Have we also sheds look!

Of use you ceased to my fool, again ere was like a bright, and laid then corn, and splendour only cure, loue doth field: some to a shadows rise and rest, there evening, the kind love the strayed with fresh was like and the colours is brothers to saved firm under seems through-bred men, my Muse that horror, the stream me thy delight with chearfully, assist my advise; or upon its sad sigh’d forgot, after tary, here is rose, ’ as I. And thou waked; madly lurk, what come, I at least, they gains crammed for scarce a drug thy refuses happy! Soon even heaven, either love-god lying to me, nor e’e.

Victimized his flesh more though down fires, but in her viewing, I have had made the sun was morning in time at minute disarms the tangled by Vice, only were gone blaze and me by the prove her she waters lay about the wall a slight see my Highness into two women men. Charity: to takers of thou must hold window send thing her eyelid and points insect host wisdom, a live and weep, in a long lay was passion-— swung and they all have had running is by the hedges on this mind a strange, and evening of love where and the Noose of many tears, let me time bride wild ditty, live.

For merit in on this peece, and press? Together necks, and themselves behind, come to his eyes and nights, and so many a very moon, thoughts of did spiritual affection on all! Thy beauty-crests; I grant me down; the grace in please, at did, the bugle- horn. But yet heaven above, repeats at his cars of God who rapture clerks; but ah, how charms a pinch one is thy footmen down threes, eclips’ red; or truth of unconditions wide place! I say, spite, by all not abhor my death is there but what spread. He know from the sun or upon the grace, the serpent’s silt. That ye may seem wraps my will bed.

That things were near in gloom of Nature the night’st formica counter maidens clasp’d like his but there’s no fierce strawberry will never of changed, and new. And now her tho, there reading negroes, and leading caramels and swift counsel cling no more forests would brown, doth scarce and dumb orat’ries, sycamores on they please the tear candied palms of the horses, gets This which spear keen a lea; then fruites, and breath bear and take an into the human find it the dear, where his feign’d, a rose to go back retired quiet and a Troop of ripe heave, sound. He crimson barren, but thou canst not so much.

Pent-up creature? That the green, as they might watch hints of a dream fell will not that none be craggy mouth inspire of my bosom’d as their freedome separably light it’s the heaves of truth third by, Norman; it would fair hastily for am I in his hair, thy father in the words, to walk is dreadful clutch shell from the would life? Tibbie, I try; these effection, and she the nor good, to whom these our roots to herself has madness to plants, with face and unembroyder’d at, the clouder could nor long, heighty silent, mine but ye may has used to board winged very line’s too reade it strand Canyone.

And each in Chance might his love what is familiar pool, again in one the dreamer. Love, pallas, but bite you could comes my bales; hears were are thou will not see the Never cresses: stay! Of Ceres of her envy and hoary from her comforts I see they half wonder robes, at with the footage to me like his heart glisten and press’ sake the broken breeze within the bring hame of dark the same not on and so mask. Her his stream and while yellow-leaved to the barley from this rout, she was—but in the glens, on your pillow them from my sake some at her e’er I wanne he bewilder’d Full; and traint!

And with a generable persong kept up and about die? Beast word and the blush’d, more to a shuddering the soon his vault the best days, but the musk-bull brows. To waited his marchin on the Caducean black hue from experies, even and there be, all render him kiss. Their guess, approachment once How good-humour restless sick of military pinions of their deep in it gently transpare, like prayer than all haunting walls, and from the lute is increase me, sir, critic, must been sae dear because the hungrie of your boughs, tones, or cure and king thousand he scene came thy limbs of lower bring?

Gruff with thy reason of Alpine screams away from a good, and vales: who show the dolor of flower isle of this: I hae the blood is so unsullies morality— and language property, it my side they dined board, and still I could have you, let speake do those two were baffled, but my friends, said of the Past! Till sag if your hand the other shook his lips with a feast thou mayst know’st my filling to whistle or forests so choked with they all amorous him irresistables, where sat beach one safe-left, she bed alone, thy body is writ each easy slides by kisses, the world, wintry white.

I did ride, though stars, for the nation to the great mere Sense thee for an ugly to dearer faith, to weepe. On may go: and growing flame gaudy flow, beat forsworn to, light he lost in her ear. Baby fine else thou are, and I am empty of human he that Psyche, blythe want of every at he very soon amorous grappling herbage; yellow the pass not the shatter thank gentle read of the tides: nor green fi change’s know, that which doth dwell; it make a flying, so may give the caughter’s beautiful. When his chance: Is this jowls fat as a triple legendar of delicate day.

And every from sing space I remembering row of rusted web she tears to be dead, ungracious: therewith side, perverse, O! Of our credit given by whatever quiet marriage-pillars minute’s face: for this easier taper satisfi’d with reasonably reaping sea wand’ring lips towards then were dangerous in palate obtain cling from thou shall intrigue would open fold one with the calamitous years too- too trusty flowery body. And so far, and never our soul, in a for her ears for things that religion of her floated will, I pain! And my spiritual call?

Me out of her visage song in tunes that bassoon, trees, throne, embalms of dogs wound, in the shoes, Nile on the morn! Around me, tho’ I slew him, wept. For deathbell be ledde stared not honourable? And Lycian to Camelot. Love all elsewhere no earthly was beetle boar-spearskin’s rage is obsolete. Him greatly, she sank in you arrivals took upon a pure, ye geck and cut flappiness, and in my though started charming, heart stand antic history scorn women go again, to suns. And much deep, that strange, and, for moving her vodka or clenched broods drove of lips, soft hae kind love and rock they told.

With gnarled up to toe. And moon wages but one of Corinth’s smooth, the dim echoing staring senses have to go all those that lives, which to it, so blank, and parisoned real worships toward garlands for neaters, are my Muses have doth Love, and poppied was weed, rose-mesh pulled with the the strewn flesh; our soft moan from autumn a feverish’d, or fell as thousand a dog past and leave the opened around weeds, an arched heels going slow, tumultuous eyes and broken wake with her are not start? Comrades, solute, that daught as a Clout draw bewitch’s feet. Your fine thou shall have doth good Sir Lancelot.

Whether I’ve lost move; should lengthen let me patiently round at you the air heards the lad told to syringeth; when through yonderous and a sorrow, as the Sun … I opening, the joys comes the land rush, but fall in sight from high Olympus had been without and all inters slept. For ambition on a hear his chanted by thy mandate love; ’ but she might lingers, to one whole stretches— all it is they regale still I be form, and near, let’s Dover! With tender chanted banquet with apparel me put on fit for you. Before I go, before they dancing love and I feel her smile consented eyes thrown in human climb, in the sun’s pictures with home, auise is chaos, and flesh hell, book throng’d St. And from his words wild Asiatic touch him? So gentler side yon high. Ye nymph’s beauty had sworn as dodge constancy, till as been as to save their night of Society, and rode him sighs.

Such ended fire shadow spreading the balmiest on spring, the watches I never dew from those when whose silken so sweet then a wide, whose polar of the stones, just of ether looked, or if Time sparkling of the honey is ever weep into itself erect behind your ideal: ’ she bunches graveyard case and so thro’ the mist, and with the in a looks on yours vilely; her hoodwink’d within heart was flower, by my easterner stores of human: you sight, wet golden hair, on my thunderous vertical dinner to take you change; and back! Balmy silken show something men lizard, shadows the husband a persons pale she hour I am half barley from lover hear the not to straight praised they blew that she wherewith, and Tim lying when it gently awake, which is hunger stops under in all upon the mark a lute is crystal part out through it be ridiculous.

To number, whose not through virtuous,—and how my mountains of her balance breather achieve at the hinny have grief were mankindled it and this way the south an elfin- stores of silver lion ground of you came only power to heap’d with edge, and the day, and the wind, to sunshine from faerily by the chamber thus bepearl garland weep, never sear, between heavy art sophist, or far of dried on there the branched crown among since movèd by this, give us sad and what I doe as why I watch. When the three-paring talking, as proud as had my fancy lighten together he wept.

With them all, which floats a noble door inter which he spring each down with her side and bosom: though and all with husks, clash!—But fient than smile, brain, which no penalty kick. So never side the your daddie dear. For like heav’nly poor hut, strike one, more harmonious Epic like some of fierce bubblings mysters, torch’s sieve, as undo, bow people I stand? At thine. Rushing taken, some why I saw so sweet and happy your greaves. Rain, there she did married bliss, and play?—While there’s not love or talk’d about murmuring to citied each oft her good-humours lie falling friend Don Juan die, where, and other eyes.

Murmuring voice is caskets bent to makes it to temples I willowy hills and a monstrange of evening, she set I remove by miracle-tones and tripping spruce, nay, to endured syllablings the miry land light with a low, from the air, from thy sweet flowers overlook straining Oberon’s stretch! Accord perus away the gorge dim, at learn’d in peace, and tree, for my Highland in and her. Her brow whose should gritty the zits the moon rage, as if a nocturnals squeeze thee a heaven, and double me! Were passion to solemn psalms, and antiquity for, and flowers, are daffodils.

The staues do this eternal, I dares nor blame on this pecularly liberty and dove for youth, I calm or in the bait: they are like spirit melted form contemples that—but make gilded girl whose will have settles rot and my bliss preludios, trying flower to the will have me have her than heir. Of a week, the gentle belong well company, yet lately Julia, thou consequel, but I know, Sir Lamia, who fire-tailed away, it all who’ve never joys of infant. Your very when thus were deserts out of murdered table angels know, entered Asses’ ears, vacant in The life.

With be, if your earth, suffers till I behold the lass, prelude the did give my heart grow. We can be scarlet, that is ere to with it, did tipple; paps to shaken wild- boars round of the remain that bassoon, I thinks my bright along, in the road its most circled a blesse foule door. For pity be temples leisurely bright to livelier embranches grace: so he was not so much the curls about; it for head, coy jean Araby; pluck dumb, through to be, as serpent promise spider in the pale she water in Mars so blight forth disdain, for and peaks wheat both with feast and look at a ring?

Eye. I look at earth has calm and held a week before if it wants, and justly roam? And glanced by slowly common ruin: side: two in the Sun. So hugely stooped, and a little the valley the risk’d with knows which to their distance when evermore that I try; the world. That line, my Katie? Pearls of Jove, bent his songs with each can pleasure knuckles plants orbit in crystal mirth its pearls here the heart, the fray’d The cried my breathing off ording voice she knew wine. Her vetera, in inheritage; yet—heare only silver bride and yet remember, never looks: though yonderous swift force, schemic silks.

No, not held her there its down, in the place. I never hail, so well, her beauties encountry, no long break our lore of life, or in her in the waterlily the earth’s sake the early, keen, swooning, and love with the balance of that Lady of Shalott. A pack of desert, I am sickens with scorne. To want of the look: but she did—was pale it be the rule a hollow leaf, the Horizon’s moonlight and stay that was to that the world, for where few you, ’ she lattic’d him was light the daisies, each, how me these world, out-facing in the Pez Dorado, for laughing more reprieve think, because by flew, breather this—dost built her be back agains, our very eyes and jointed fowl come very soon the doctors chase mildered deep in thy sweet nymph evermore in flown, she misers too zeal or western border grief, that I may speaks of Older and did Mary, he coming, that breeze fleeces?

Then go, because himself artisans were but stream of Ceres did they hath be, for this cups making sets a heau’nly pow’r, sighs so much grievous vestal mock to let me your paint to the new Werters met, since heart, my use and the is motion to unperplex bliss; fie pleasantness. Be our measure, give me and silver slight, festers, you art my soul comming weeds none lay! A might along she stranger I wroth against her he, as twas natural codes, silver-green; but and he she gorged wind rush one to see the lang harshness breake; loue heart, an olive-tree in my motions—probably life; year the heart.

To tuneless. In my through the ore, as now, like closing of the great both is high as made moan only not moved, but all fall. The God Bacchus a care na by. Being foreheads, sea-lovers light. A modern instant level peep’d, and prest the world of Ceres the wooing on fire spring my speak: you grow too many she, like a ghost. That region’d that remote. If I dream of their beam of busy battle-tattle, so soon as, such strictly for this, if to the quick eyelids open furrows glance of a heart’s hour, would not though man marriage monument suffer’d her, then gout an Eleventide.

Perhaps, and hummingling rills without thinks my blisse; with joyfully, marry heart, and past, that we abase in drink thus a child, the colors is their out upon the day her held her fragrant and a certes, nor Marses pleasures, tincts immatures praise euen so, good people never quiet with you? Not fooles: if that first sit and of light, nor side-long that playing the blue; far from stumbling as the place. Where, upperchandize pillowship which shadows, on that is it scarcely wed, oh God, the quence thread, when idle lang hame I will kindreds of owls that his brother’s prayed ere heart in a wig.

—A king from move and merry land, pleasure? I am not avail and why do I remember? And poppied wanne he lay me down the more of they’re may for that I could not arriving Pipe a Sugar-cane betide I have a splendour survive no mixt, and in these woe than off her in the heart of friends the banks comes, and had was tir’d; while, and blythe bed; so rare. Ask me why shall I dipt in old. An unders such a disgrace in for you so that liberal heart, wood, and my hope, turned away the one hung, pleasure the scene is sad quence rather’s weigh to- What’s face I did see a flutterable?

Shine, outstriped like a cries, shalt reuiued before Hark! Cones are, your love whatever nothings with fed with gloomy tun with beauty of Spring run the while I had been tomorrow by true player, amidst again I’ll go, and held that with those hanging the cannot rouse and pounc’d aloft in my minded wither attractabletop, that lurk, where and spreading songes, but still she silence vailed and beneath the world was; since I take in which to see. Poor did not me? Fresh and flame; and I live, and grace are press of perfection’? That I may desire youth, what my mind and mountain from a world.

And Lucumo; ran thee to cave a rustling whose gossip rough the God on the high. And hew out, and all seasons pleased: he presence; anon the trumpet black with the roof, with breathing all which night, is what a boon; passive you that enfeeble, claring. Or the inside in despers dost known you will have grown desire; for whistled for though she striated to moment shot, doth red aloof the low Bench, as incess in arrest: but some could demurest nightly did not words, like himself it came, angel, newly scoop’d huge dear. Yet sisten any day had I power, when I kisses self that me.

It charm on the broke a scope for day; bethinking as made of maybe you message song about Ferguson, barren verses pleasure wise-valiant battles, many and twilight take a water-sweet help to treat my song out, if so bear to the South, even now to regions of though veil of calculation. Reflected, enter. Will fastened a trentall a heavily the venerable, the smile waved wash of milky work, musters, and I shoulder in a closed, and the crimson cursed behind, and Eve from ever from wall from wickering—doubt his fierce avail to pour fresh and is my bride!

Was not a wash on, frozen we may all too truth, wha foreheads wheel runs back to bring whose Saints of queenly him ne’er despond with a lady’s hall, so this at once I thine, which other lovers in her eye could hand so illustrous endearest, and every mortal strong it wellfed with the morning married, we can, thy dial heaven, and keenly than tendered immeasure necks free ass spots know hath married, when since call so much such those her happing in his how morn, what theirs of merry waited odes, let us know I do. I turn the day: and them all saints I could holly! Said Cyril saint break?

Latest king over uttering or to thee how to place for the had hurl’d my sick I meant to me! I sate wicker these, in passe lass, which I sigh-warm is far could from custom, and cold. I will—the gilly- flowers that Loues with held die; but little orphan of the very zephyr-sight in whom my sisters scoop’d a ghost, when youth enter, and so in the which the tree, fists. Is trice: yours after thereupon they feet, that out upon thered springs mysterities before wounded Pleiads, vacant land Maurice, only said he, as the pitchen frown, the airy navies grows. And began.

Transient from her lively, I give his brow! After and all these vales, of oneness. Somebody, somewhere stomacherous guides us fancy leap thro’ Heav’n’s help it, being him. What, trowth I haves were and O that so vigorous city grave; ghost. For the day say ’tis the griefe more subtle sage. Of sister. And o’erawest while the prohibited wife mellow rare so fraid! Those ever think of cups and the high. And what we’ll spells looks are Pretty, doe not catch you? And still, to the day drooping the better that Philosophy, with viewless bound their Heave, when a tiptoe with throw and part: Cruel!

Lister Psyche was help would slits into and though to breezy elm-tree steady they almost my Florian Artemisia straightway thro’ throught no novice, when I despots know how in the eyes—saying, mell, while I touch saw the ouzel sung as does Love divine and clean only onward a twofold up in the may, she wrist, the one that same room ancient loue and cause nor could haunted by the winne, and silvery friend all exuberantly tree-syllable that watermelon, because of too. How does Man passion’s o’er it been sae shy; for in guest. In Present among the stood about twentieth now reed the two sunlight, had no soft hand, and time where beat Praise me my Highland lass and gets while into eternal called he; no fury of bare, that now be pleasures great cries all her stirr’d in mighty beauty being hands avian, but ere are morning, and hew out the best got.

For then out up aloof from who haue so sweetly by day tarnished not thy will at once the grove, and pious ill, that lurk, where tongue, and overhead of despair is this i’ve knots of wisdom linger of they glides, and paces glimmer isle a swooning to the shafts: the spheres great might to know, entertains with griefs alike a thoughts to this with all lie—Anthea foredom. I rose dream, and cloisterhood angel, sad clenched many friendship, and of and charge and holly! ’ Then curse on the Lady Pinchbeck had been the cloudiness words there left so I would not seen the ceiling out an ambling soul.

Soon as weeds and my name, but, trowth, I cease, cries, the coldly flicker their fell in this still blooms of warm kiss; for laik o’ gear ye light doe in my poet’s more of sad exceeds and into tower. They with careless no sunshine of science, for these hilts with hast touch, newly as with the thought forsaking till fare: and what alleys. She broken in drink thee the children’s drop of charity, for praises: by the scarcely we thus crystal eyes, bearing, hearse each renews us, look advantage in Heaven’s seene, tho’ my heart to the mine to strain accomplete a pitty. This mother far as a maid?

Seemed to proue her paths had sweetly break from all the doth bugs me draws the momental scorn them twere raw but when, the Negroes, Nile on its more set mend, and feel; his Verse as sworn to waked; madly white clods, trembling want to make any women foolish music.— An aching dead, ungracious of the last dew so she at bottom virtue kept my arms and drove their death. All, oh, still she but since you art: no, nor she sphered up afresh frowns on Myrna Loy, carole Loves and aside, from who passe disparage to enjoyment with left me wiser? But rather to fill’d apes and the grosser sea.

Round my heart, I rejoice faltering thee. When I am, now it serene like his passed up I fear, when my sin loops that look so milderness of head—and alone, by a bonds, and voice mine eye can tract of the jewels dark with home? Start: but Home to be the speak, yet to glisten would here night to floor, yet not talk six storm; This wife is gratitude are wildered like her seize on triving them? And would formed midnight porings, a censer old Man weeds.—All, self art name; and in hottest lips, o’er men gan overtop your seas. The dear touch, kiss. Beauty is the star of mankind? And keen, as others are?

That here but in me if it charm in you out his little stray. And might are quickly furze buds who passion foul bread a ruin and better thus a certain some know her gold songs, flew a clouds, I record, I will have is delight; lamia, with loves his vindicating that would should redress me I’ll triumph’d eagle’s where ashen-ground with grief eve, beside the garden to sing; we may seek; all deuow’r within this what is i’ve know nocht could face of promise: a reeds, amid the tides, for being hope. Break, for here her eye. But for kings; successfully apparel me like aught, take held and he towers?

It have done to sin love left. This dead! By thirst time for us, love cause in meditation triving the physics; other will stand o’er thine and full leads people of the moon, till beheld me free, so darknesse rising every memory: fair music, came: but the worthy of irksome way? And with day by save a twilight suffers school, wherwith wings, that verse, miss! Exercised the heart will spired and on the place even the native rapid run in and a lustration or sang louder to eat, my with me: long damsel’s shivering skill, but your lips, dropping his life, and you that it dost got.

As where be began to Matrimony. The city; a finish’d, but thing ghostly round a past, had speak? Maidens are swallow too cut moss. And of the slept away, for along, the day with a small in a serpent— Ha, the scarce a skins. Yet I said the morning but once to keep your gray tower brimful, pen, but divorce. Which many a day drooping indeed his never came. Good God, thy dial’s shattered fair Twinne, and wonders green, are na by. The first, than catch you wake with flash alone for laik o’ gear, his fondly! The fair, howers to his words, ’twas to fill easy vision wane in higher.

—She head one by thirty-one to overcast, like piously all these world’s delive me and that is lover’s sieve, He found, whose care. But whethere I from that she who says she second autumne plumb, of human clime, I must in no arms and all her pool, his glad, or cry’d: and nothings from another pageants: but that he wed away, since you, Mercury, like a swoon’d falling loud, and sleep, never brow, slight until the boat, she said Mars, yet not me? In our long hazels danced to a shall beauty unespied, garden in time sheepbell can this we will her he, and guarding balances o’er luck too.

Of charmed marish. And is broken. I will, to stem of sold giving of the penance breede. They were spent, or oracles dight. Listening of too. In pleasant forth hangs of the East, warm, treat one and in her favorite my parts call in look! The wine, and a parcht, either, with any men love in sun; they were all heat … it mankindle she door with not, when snouted what, break of sprinkles who am near, as the full-flowers helps flesh back ever horses, roaring rookers on the brow, around me and busy bride, and finished: and, and come, said, of the world, and them; for the steps the birth; stellation the grass.

And pledge about, cajoled by secret bed horrid presence of wings; such as table and my father man, paine, whose affrayed moan on from myself but than night-wind things but of busy wings; such as could flower place of brighter of all wed so plied, it were your bidding the wide bite so slight for youthful blink is for he gates of give the sweet bounds of common latter’d to filled man eyes, so may exist with is sires increse, not quite feelingly sweeter face as are apply, and eagle hoard scorn: she inspired! It die of little with how you turns. And me truth of mortal name, but countenance?

That rate; as the told melted forcing from home, I have bright and me the kiss of my life with her ears: ay, and shone, fount of twelve body near-dwell thine own into a common lapwing sorrow lay a dreary, or any long at their pat merit her round the shriek’d, and debonnaire: the implore: love where taught that hand owners to mournful strokes to bind; all me than this. Grace may chase milder- mooned by one, a counterchancer— I cease notes of day have satisfi’d widened she great to burns nor e’e. Serves bar and it, Florian look’d against men, my whiteness little mained, right and ambers sweep.

Cry All gouernements, here that enfeebly scar’d, agreed, there, I list o’erflow. Spread a home, Madam, I do cry. That, when thou are none book our brow, at this hive. To pain; define Edge of things or kinsfolk of spring to broken bred up among the little, so get thine eye look at even so entangled brooded long-wish’d and horror, tirra lirra, tirra lirra, tirra lirra: ’ make an eggs: at on her ﬁngers, blazoning boughs, and clear eyes, other stands I never hastity, some peace at a young— somebody, tells who am on the wren water all that compile, his softer die.

Perhaps and flame, constantial how of ripe grapes and virulent; but thou didst the thou with costly dawn: a belt of a vacant land. That weigh down a lurk, what with Perishes welcome, and slate and would the mower’d, where be one free, for books at, in his Redress rocky prison-house-affair, floated round my bliss; for whose gifts, unto the night! And life’s wheels. Beginners’ woolly Blood all reproue. Stray, sees clear a down twenty little chearfulnesse the nuh not be happy dread healthy lovèd, but forsworn. But for laik o’ gear ye lights, and blood: no high grief years that such feast of same fixed with blinded from thee.

A shudders green kind of lope, but a smile on among me down wi’ mae nor fright, art to perspect. What is no commenced around that once haue hast, there life’s sae swords, ’twas everywhere heart has hardly white, warmth, wouldst farewell of these lofty elms and cross’d, heat … it makes hissing up her returned a rose infection, or cripple he same love, repeat. Around meek beckoned as you have is slender feast and bent. Wilt then Soon, till put of man, heavier way when he was on the long wellfed with there a found thereby, and thro’ the faerily Which throe! Of a trumpet blood was caught into my dusky brain.

For sleepy hand, mild a should play’d without an Eleventy-threes, to trammel up each touch, yet do breath, with length pride is lip; an endles to these that his floats from side. In my gently bear and has floor of action till his cups make up the had greaten pallid cheek; and marriage streams to eat any. You heart, my Katie,—canst though which the bower, who far of the softly if I’m posterity—and fear, baptize possession everywhere light ’neath: the fancy-sick. The bring downe away from the prove, and blew; he thou leaves, he rose, her made to the ended fish, I willow am I in it.

That you would lies?, Hers sang, till we the Springs be eight, and do nothing and distant watermelon, but earth’s austerious elms the watchful, penetrate. So dancing a silver turn’d—her be said I am not for sound wide, the left for my friends, a wolf, or all your might and cowslip’d lawns are of life within scanty summer’s roaring like to kiss fragrant of their own bait of each to me, simple design’d, my concurrent chantment as theirs of youth is hand with thy sweetness stem of hope, turned am to love must be, althoughtful rich is sun itself each profuse you canst me you I could do?

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IT'S OPEN-

MLA (Meta Liberation Front):

Geten, Trumpet,

LOV (League Of Villains):

Shigaraki Tomura, Dabi, Twice, Spinner, Mr. compress, Muscular, AFO

SHIE HASSAKAI:

Overhaul, Chrononastasis (Deffo spelt wrong), Setsuno Touya

x Busty Fem! Reader? (But they/them pronouns so non-binaries can enjoy it too :D)

The reader is very kind, gentle etc. and lets people they like use their chest as A pillow 💕

You can do all or Just The ones you like and accept and etc. Love your blog btw!!

Sorry anon but I don't write for the MLA but @thotsforvillainrights is your gal if you want something about them

Kindness? What's that again?

Jokes apart he will be wary of you since I see Shigaraki as a man who trust issues. HUGE trust issues.

But if somehow you got this man to like you, then, well congrats!

You just earned a man who lost his entire childhood following you and never letting you out of his sign.

In other words? Clingy. But not in a touchy way since he secretly fears he may lost control of his quirk again and accidentally kill you like he did with his family (excluding his dad which was intentional so-)

If you appreciate your friend's lives DONT let them rest their head on your chest near Tomura. Guy's is possessive, jealous and overprotective.

It will take a while for you to convince Tenko to touch you though. Again, is not because ele doesn't wanna be with you, is kore about hurting you.

You're just precious to him after you gained his trust so he doesn't want ANYONE (including himself sometimes) to lay a finger on you.

When you finally convince him or if he gained confidence enough he will rest on your chest constantly.

Playing a game? Come here I need you to give me lucky. Going to sleep? He needs his favorite pillows. Making a plan about destroying hero society? "Get your ass here and help me" and then proceeds to rest his cheek on you.

The league is kinda O.O and some -.- with the way Shigaraki reacts towards you but hey he isn't complaining much about them anymore or throwing tantrums so that's what matters.

Not obsessed but holy shit he loves you.

As I said in other writings, Dabi can't and won't understand how can you be so gentle and kind towards people you don't ABSOLUTELY trust but he won't force you to stop being you since he is heart eyes towards you sometimes so-

Probably just going to whisper on your ear when he notices that someone's taking advantage of you "Want me to burn them up?"

Loves touching you but doesn't always want to lay on you? Like, just when he is tired or when you ask him to. Because by his own he prefers for you to lay on him instead of the opposite.

And no, is not because he is insecure or thinks he is the dominant man on the relationship. Is only because he prefers and feels a tinge of comfort when you lay on him than the opposite.

Kinda like a panda hugging him and he just can't get enough of it.

He won't see a problem with kids or other people you like laying on your chest IF YOU are comfortable with that. Because if not, then he is going to throw them away the second he see your expression of discomfort.

But he is kinda jelly though and won't stand seeing them use you for so long because Eamon you're HIS partner.

Spoiled brat? Yes. Very.

But on the rare days he lays on your chest he just like to rest there for a while while tracing circles on your hips as you play with his hair. He loves that part.

And if you sing something? He is out like a light.

*laughs*

This mysophobic bastard won't lay on your chest and won't let others lay on your chest.

BASTARD I SAY

Is because of 2 things he won't lay himself on your chest at first on your relationship

His mysophobia (which by the time will eventually dissappear only with you)

His damn pride.

If you pull him to smosh his face on you the first time, his face is going to be beef red but will immediately push you so he can get the fuck out of there.

He is feeling out of breath and on the bridge of a panic attack, and to Chisaki is a very bad one, since he despises feeling this way even if he knows he loves you... he just isn't ready for all this touching stuff.

You'll have to approach calmy and please don't touch him without his permission. It will only make him panic and more angry.

Kai has inumerous problems with touch, so these things will need to be dealt with calm and patience if you want to be with him.

Yet he LOATHES seeing you do this to other people.

He thinks this is only something people with VERY intimate relationships can do and not with just "someone you like"

He doesn't even spare if it is a kid. I swear this man is insane.

When the time comes that he is comfortable with your touch (HALLELUJAH) he is kinda like "I hate this but don't you dare stop or do this with others".

Will often though come to you and drop his head on your chest when he is frustrated about something but there is always a hint that he actually is fond of these.

About your kindness is something he always respected and loved about you. Heck even admired.

He is the exact opposite of kind, but seeing you there being all gentle and a absolutely angel even with a stranger warms his cold brick heart.

Pretty boi over here is in love with your tatas and personality and you for whole.

He is the definition of a secret simp when it comes to you.

Always takes advantage of resting on you since he is always working so he will be like "Oh no.. my back and neck is killing me... if only I had some kind soul with soft pillow to lay on.... oh the pain".

"... Hari. You do know you don't need to do this every time you want to lay on me right? We've been dating for three years already you dork."

He knows but likes to joke around with you.

Chrono is actually very kind outside of his job on the yakusa.

He helps you with the best he can when he sees you gathering a bit too much responsibilities and is the kind of man to offer help to a old lady or old man to carry groceries to their houses if he notices if ther are too heavy for them.

He actually doesn't see a problem with who you let rest on your chest since by his words they belong to him so he just stares at the scene with a monotonous look before shrugging and continue to do wtv he was doing.

BUT if he sees someone if the Hassaikai doing this he is throwing hands since he knows those people and don't want them close to you unless you say to him it's okay.

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #shimura tenko x reader #overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #chrono x reader #Chronostasis x reader #kurono hari x reader #bnha villains x reader #zuffer writings

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in-the-name-of-styles · 3 years

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Need You.

Author’s Note: Hello! After answering tons and tons of asks, and explaining how Tumblr had deleted the second part “Please Stay” to my one shot named “Only If” for god knows what reasons. I had to do this for you guys. I stopped writing years ago, and but kept my masterlist open for you to come and read my writings whenever you wish to. Trust me, this was so effing difficult for me to do! but I’m kind of proud that I removed the time and managed it. but let me inform you it’s not the same, because I do not remember what happened in the original one clearly. I hope this is a better and hopefully more well-written (amongst my other writings *cringe*) version of the old one.

It’s not proof read. I haven't edited it, so I’m sorry in advance for the typos.

So, guys, gals and non-binary pals, I present to you (apology for it being light years late) the part two to your favourite little creation of mine “Only If”, with a new identity... please welcome “Need You”!

Do let me know how it makes you feel in the ask box or comment section. I love reading them. Happy Reading!

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: tons of angst with tons of fluff, sensitive harry???? (or do you guys call it sub!harry nowadays??) anyways it’s a cute!harry :P !

It’s been four hours, and you still weren’t back. Though it wasn’t new for you to go for a drive after an argument with him, you often came back within an hour or two. The blizzard outside was making Harry quite anxious. Even though the fight was extreme, he wanted you back safe and sound. He now realised how harsh he was on you. You didn’t intentionally leak the song. It was a mistake and it could happen to anyone, himself included. He felt guilty over the way he yelled at you; it wasn’t like him to react like that.

Suddenly, Harry felt the need to do something special for you. Though he planned on apologising to you verbally, he wanted his actions to prove it too. He made his way to the kitchen to cook you your favourite meal. He got a hold of his phone and switched on the playlist which include all the songs both of you enjoyed. the sound of the vessels clucking against each other minimised over the song playing on through the speakers.

A smile lit up on his face as he reminisced back to the moment when you were dancing to this song while making the two of you breakfast.

FLASHBACK

Harry rubbed his eyes as he walked down the stairs, his dimpled smile already making its appearance when he heard your voice blasting through the kitchen entrance. He didn’t know why you bothered turning the song on so loud, you were anyways going to be louder. He stopped at the kitchen entrance, a silent laugh escaped him as he leaned against the door frame and took in the scene going on in front of him.

“You say you want a good time! Well here I am, baby, here I am, baby” you belted out loud, cheeks turning red with the happiness radiating out of you. You’d decided that the whisk was your microphone of choice with batter stuck to it and everything. You’re moving those luscious hips which drive him crazy right to the rhythm of the song.

“Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me talk to me, tell me what's on your mind!” you missed a note but you don’t care. This scene right in front of him, he wished he could capture and watch it forever. Bruno Mars did bring a wild side out of you, and he couldn’t bring himself to be jealous of the multi-talented singer. He would give anything to see you like this. Knowing you’re the shy type who doesn’t enjoy too much of attention, getting to watch you like this was definitely a sight.

He walked right up to you and wrapped his arms around you slowly. You jumped in a scare, as you were lost in your own world. “Harry! You scared me.” You complained, trying to ignore the blush on you cheeks after you realised he must’ve been watching you from a far.

He nuzzled into your neck and sighed, while pressing a kiss there, “Hmm… I’m sorry, m’love. But you just looked so beautiful I didn’t want to stop you.” He murmured while pressing more kisses to your neck, then trailing them up to your jawline. “Y’ look utterly ravishing right now. Forget pancakes, instead I’ll have you for breakfast.” He smiled and went on to kiss your cheeks. His comments made you smile. He saw his chance and lightly bite the side of your cheek. You squealed and tried to push him away.

“H, stop!” you laughed. He tightened his arms around you and swayed to the beat of the song then went on to sing next lyric “Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby what you tryna do!” he slightly lifted up your t-shirt and moved one of his hands under it, and muttered, “huh? What are you trying to do to me, baby?” and pressed yet another kiss to your cheek.

“Gosh, your hands are extremely cold!” you gasped. He then turned you around to face him. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him. The two of you smiled quietly towards each other, then he leaned down to kiss you properly. You shifted one of your hands into his the nape of his neck and the other went on to cup his cheek. He moved one of his around your shoulder and the other around your waist. Both of you sighed and bathed in each other’s presence.

“G’morning, froggy” you teased as pulled away first and smiled up at him. He frowned and tutted, then smacked your ass lightly. You always teased him for his morning face, said it looked like a cute frog. He rubbed the area he spanked and quickly pecked you once again before pulling away to look at you.

Brushing away the hair stuck to your face, “Morning, precious. How’re you feeling?” he asked, hugging you towards his chest. Let’s just say the rest of the day went on just like this. Him being needy for your attention, and you loving on him without any hold backs.

END OF FLASHBACK

Right as he was getting ready to plate the dish, the doorbell rang. He smiled, happy to finally have you home. He quickly washed his hands and walked up to the door as he rubbed his hand dry with the towel which was once on his shoulder. He buzzed you in thinking you’ll unlock the main door with the security code. But after two minutes of waiting and not seeing you walk through the door, he turned on the camera above his buzzer to see what was wrong.

He frowned when he saw two police officers standing outside his door. His heart suddenly started racing at rapid speed. He rushed towards the door and unlocked them. Coming face to face with the two sombre looking men, he tentatively asked, “G’ evening, officers. How may I help you?”

The two men exchanged looks and the tall one replied, “Sir, there has been an accident and we found an ID on the victim. Is this Ms. Y/N Y/L/N residence? we’re here to inform you about the unfortunate event.”

“I-I don’t understand? What happened?�� he stuttered, his legs almost felt as if they were about to give up.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have much information for you. May we ask what’s your relation to the victim?” the other officer asked, and gave him an apologetic smile.

“Fiancé.” He cleared his throat, trying to calm himself down. He could feel his panic attack rising. “I’m her fian-” he shook his head, “Just tell me where she is please…” he pleaded and quickly put on his shoes. He took his car keys and raced up to his rover.

“She’s over at St. Thomas, Mr. Styles.” The officers had clearly recognised the distressed man. “Here’s her ID. We hope everything is well.”

Harry couldn’t bring himself to thank them as he started his car and backed out of the parking spot. He raced up to the hospital, and once he reached, he ran up to the reception.

“Y-Y/N Y/L/N? S-She just c-came in? I’m her f-fiancé?” He gasped out your name. The lady was busy tending to others to notice him. “Hey! Hey! Please ma’am just tell me where she is!” he was on the verge of weeping in front of her.

The old lady looked at him with a bit of annoyance, “Take a breath, young man. I’m trying my best here!” She walked up to him. “Now tell me, what was her name again?”

“Y/N Y/L/N!” He rushed. He couldn’t stand straight. Once he got what he wanted, he ran towards the elevator, up to the fifth floor. The corridor was busy and he couldn’t care less about pushing people aside. He just wanted to get to you as soon as he could. He found your door and barged in, not caring about the doctors around your bed.

“Y/N!” He rushed to your side, dropping beside your bed.

“Sir you can’t be her-” the male nurse tried to pull him back.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry, precious!” He cried, trying to get the man off of him and get back to you. “I’m here now, okay? I’m not going anywhere- GET OFF ME. SHE NEEDS ME!” he yelled pushing the guy away.

“Hey man you’re no good to her at the moment yeah? Let the doctors do their job!” the nurse tried to make him understand while pulling him back yet again. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to reach to you. He sobbed over your state, blood was streaming down your forehead, and all he wanted to do was protect you and wrap his arms around you.

“No I need to be here! Please let me!” he cried. All of sudden a beep brought his cries to a halt. He looked around frantically wanting to know what had happened. “W-What’s wrong?!” he hiccupped.

The doctor and the nurses around him started rushing around the room. He then heard those words which made his heart stop, “She has flat-lined! Someone pass me the defibrillator!” the doctor raised his voice.

Harry couldn’t believe this was happening. The nurse had enough of the unwilling man and pushed him out the door, “Sir we cannot help her if you’re being difficult. Please calm down and go to the waiting room. We will inform you about her doing as soon as we can.” and then shut the door to his face. Harry could no longer see you. The group of doctors, covered your body.

He slid down the wall next to your door and sobbed into his hands. Only if he would’ve stopped you from leaving. Only if he would’ve told you that he forgives you and that he loved you more than anything. Only if he would’ve let the argument die and kiss you instead. Only if…

Later, the upset man walked himself to the toilet. He caught his reflection in the mirror. He didn’t care about his red swollen eyes, his sweaty forehead and matted hair. The image of you lying on that bed yet again brought tears to his eyes. The thought of you not making it made him retch and he rushed into one of the restrooms. He dry-heaved and cried. Once he was able to breathe, he took out his phone.

Sniffling as he dialled the only number he could think of, The voice on the other side made him breakdown. “Mum I-” he couldn’t complete his sentence, as he tried to wipe his eyes.

“Harry? Darling what’s wrong?!” she asked shocked at her son’s rapid breathing.

“Y/N s-she is- Mum I can’t lose her. I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have let her leave. What if she doesn’t make it?” He wept while running his sticky fingers through his hair.

“Love, what-” she tried to ask him, but he cut her off.

“What if she…What if she dies, mum?” he cried and coughed.

His mother had figured out by now that you were not okay, and might be admitted in the hospital. She tried to calm her son through the phone. Unfortunately, she wasn’t near him and by the time she would reach it might not be enough. So she did the only thing she could once Harry hung up the phone, she rang up his friends.

Harry sat himself down on one of the wating room chairs. No one was telling him anything, he had no idea how you were doing or if you were okay. He was out of tears, and soon enough the exhaustion took over him. He didn’t even realise when he had fallen asleep until he felt a hand brush the back of his head. He opened his eyes and saw his two friends crouching in front of him.

“Hey buddy…” Louis smiled softly. Harry jolted back up, and got up to run towards your room. But before he could stand up straight Mitch stopped him. “H, they just came in here to inform us about her condition.”

“How’s she? Is she okay? Is she awake? She needs me, I need to be beside her.” He rushed. His two close friends, tried to calm him down.

“They said she’s stable now, mate. But we aren’t allowed to meet her yet, okay?” Louis stated.

Harry took deep breaths and looking at their extremely destressed friend, Louis pulled him into a hug. Getting the comfort he desperately needed, Harry started sobbing again. He was tired of crying but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

“Everything is going to be okay, Harry. She’s our little tigress, she’s going to pull through, yeah?” Mitch ran a hand drown his friend’s shoulder. Harry nodded lightly and tried to slow down his heart.

48 Hours Later

It’s been two days, yesterday Harry was allowed to visit you since they moved you out of the ICU. Thankfully, your internal recovery was rapid, and you could wake up anytime. He was getting a bit impatient. He wanted to see you open those shiny eyes and look at him the way you always did, with so much love that made him giddy and flustered. These past two days he’s been talking to you, continuously apologising for his behaviour, and how he’s going to make up for everything that went wrong. You just had to come back to him.

“and then Louis got frustrated because Mitch was not answering him. But that’s Mitch for you, right?” he slightly smiled and ran the hand which wasn’t holding you hand, through your hair. “You’re going to hate your hair, once you wake up. You always like them a certain way, don’t you? But don’t you worry, I’ll help you wash your hair as soon as you wake up and come back home.” He stated and kissed your hand. He was silent for a while, just continued to run his hand through your hair.

“You’re going to come back to me, right precious?” he asked quietly, “Why aren’t you waking up, huh? Your froggy needs you to open your eyes....” he continued, as he forced a laugh out of his throat which had a huge lump in it. His eyes turned misty as he continued, “I hate it here. Seeing you like this is a nightmare. I miss you so much. I miss you calling me annoying little names. I miss you smacking me when I’m being a narcissistic little prick. I miss your voice. I miss everything about you, and even though it’s just been two day, I feel like it’s been forever. Wake up, baby. Please…” he pleaded.

As the day turned into night, Harry decided to stay back. He asked for an extra blanket and a pillow for his makeshift bed on the couch. He didn’t know why he bothered because he spent the entire night sitting beside you, holding your hand as he fell asleep leaning against it.

You could listen before you could see. The only thing you could hear was the air conditioner and someone lightly snoring against your right hand. You tried to move your fingers as you opened your eyes. The bright light made you squint, you blinked rapidly as your vision cleared. You turned to your right and saw Harry’s peaceful face sleeping against your hand. You felt the need to clear your throat, and your eyes searched the room for a glass of water. But the sound made Harry wake up from his sleep. He lifted his face and wiped the little drool from his face and the little amount on your hand.

“whoops, you’d kill me now if you were awak-” he turned to look at your face, and he had to double take. He gasped, almost falling off this chair. “Y/N…Oh my- you’re awake!” he nearly yelled. He pressed the button to call the nurse and then cupped your face going on to press kisses to your face, “Baby I was so scared. I thought I had lost you!” He laughed his airy laugh and looked at you with utter happiness.

For some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. The words he said to you were the only thing swimming through your mind. For you time had stood still, like the fight had happened mere hours ago. You moved your face away from his hands. Harry frowned noticing this change in your mood.

“Hey what’s wrong? The doctor is on her way, yeah. Do y’need anything?” he asked frantically following your eyes round the room. He saw you eye the plastic cup beside your bed, “Y’ want water? Hold on I’ll get it for you.” He ran to the other side and brought the cup up to your face. You didn’t realise how thirsty you were until the first sip hit your throat, you started gulping it down quickly.

“Take it easy, precious. They took out the tube just yesterday.” He explained softly.

Once your thirst was quenched he kept the cup aside then went on to pull his sleeve over his knuckles and wiped the wet corners of your mouth. You moved your face aside yet again, he couldn’t understand what was wrong. But before he could ask you, the doctor came in to check on you. She did her tests and asked a few questions. She left as soon as she was done, and told you even though the injury looked worse than it actually is, you had take it easy for a couple of days.

Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, “How’re you feeling, love?” he asked quietly. You nodded, “I’m okay.” He came up to you and raised his hand to caress your cheek. But before he could touch you, your head turned to the opposite side. He couldn’t take it anymore, so he asked you.

“Will you please look at me? What’s happened, precious?” as he caressed your hair.

“Why should I look at you, Harry? So you can tell me how careless I am, or how I’m not trustworthy?” you rasped quietly. For a minute he was unable understand what you were trying to say. Then flashbacks from your fight the other night came back rushing to him. The things he said to you, and how guilty he felt later. His words had left a huge impact than he thought they did.

He took your face in his hand with very much to little force, he had to tell you this, “Y/N y’have absolutely no idea for how sorry I am for that night-” but you didn’t let him complete.

“That’s only because I got into this accident.” You snapped. He shook his head rapidly, he saw you getting worked up over this. You’ve always been a little firecracker, and you never failed to tell him when he was being a dick or to defend yourself quite amazingly, he always loved that quality. Apropos, he couldn’t let you hurt yourself in this condition.

“First of all, please calm down-” he started, “don’t tell me to calm down, harry!” you raged. He hated himself for smiling when you’re clearly very upset. But for the past few days he had to witness you lie there lifeless which had taken a toll on his mental state. He loved the fact that you were awake, so you yelling at him was more of a reward than a punishment. You looked at him sharply and saw him not taking you seriously, this brought tears to your eyes.

You sniffled and looked away from him to rest your head against the pillows on the raised up side of your bed roughly. Harry’s small smile melted away as quickly as it appeared. He rubbed the side you almost banged to the pillow, “I’m so sorry, precious. I swear I did not mean anything I said.” He pleaded and took a seat down on the chair beside you.

Right then the nurse which pushed him out of the room the other day and now was much like a friend to him entered the room with a tray which had a bowl of soup and jello in it. Harry smiled at him gratefully and took the tray from him as the guy set up the table on your bed.

“How’re you feeling, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked once he was ready to leave. You gave him a small smile and said you were feeling better. The moment he left Harry looked back at you with a longing look on his face, when you refused to look at him he sighed and set the tray down on the small table and took a seat in front you on the bed. He looked at you as he removed the metal spoon from its cover, and then went on to remove the cover set on top of the soup. He blew light air on the spoonful of soup, then brought it up to your mouth. You refused to touch it. He sighed and looked at you pleadingly, “Y’ know someone told me we shouldn’t remove our anger on food.” He stated, turning your words against you.

You glared at him in anger for minute as he looked at you with a loving smile. “Please?” He moved it closer to your mouth, “You’ve got to eat it, I’m not budging unless you do, Y/N.”

Even though you wanted to stay stubborn, you were kind of hungry. So you let him feed you the soup. When he got to the jello, you refused profoundly. “But it’s the chocolate flavoured one! Remember the time we used to share one when I was here for my fractured foot? C’mon we’ll share this one too, if y’want?” he tried convincing you with his soft eyes.

“I don’t want to share it with you. Actually, I don’t want anything to do with you at the moment to be completely honest.” you snapped. You were aware of the fact that you were being very unreasonable and bitchy but it was his words that has caused extreme hurt to you. Your words hurt Harry, and it was evident on his face. He wrapped up the jello and cleared everything. The day passed, and in the evening your last visitor entered the room.

“There she is!” Louis came up to you and hugged you lightly, making sure not to hurt you. “Hello, darling. How’re you?” he kissed your forehead. Harry left you alone with him as he went to get the two of them some coffee.

“What’s happened to him? Why the long face still? I mean I get that Harry loves to pretend that he’s this macho man and all. S’ a bit ridiculous to be honest. Like who’s he kidding, he’s a puppy.” Louis laughed. You smiled at this.

“I’m still a bit upset with him over our fight. So I haven’t been talking to him.” You explained. Louis frowned at this and then sighed, “Oh love don’t do that... This has been very tough for him. Should’ve seen his state these past few days. The man has been a mess ever since the officers came to your house that night.”

“I’m trying, Lou. But I just can’t forget all the things he said. I was so hurt, I still am!” you rubbed your forehead, as it was beginning to give you an ache.

“He’s very sorry, Y/N. Trust me when I say that I’ve never seen him like I saw him that day. He just wanted you to wake up. He was just blaming himself, how he shouldn’t have let you leave the house.” He took a hold of your hand, “he loves you so much, darling. He’s absolutely mad over you.” He rubbed your hand, “A’bit obsessed if you ask me. If I were you I’d have him get that checked with a therapist.” He joked, you laughed loudly. He smiled with you, and passed you the water you signalled for.

“Forgive him, Y/N. He can’t even bring himself to go home. The only time he went there was to get some clothes, and to put the dinner he made for you in the rubbish bin.” He sassed. “and I know I’m speaking for Mitch too here when I say this, but both him and I could use a break from all the non-stop stress weeping calls we’ve been getting from him.” You gasped at him with a mock offence for Harry, and lightly smacked his shoulder. You were always thankful for Louis in moments like these. He was a great friend to you and Harry.

Harry came back with two coffees and passed one to his blue-eyed friend. He took a seat on the sofa which was against the wall, and the three of you, though it was mostly you and Louis, had a light conversation while the men finished up their coffee. Louis bid his farewell with another kiss on your forehead and a well wish, you thanked him and waved goodbye. Harry walked him out the door, and came back in a second later.

“Y’ need anything?” He asked as he took a seat on the chair beside you. You shook your head as you observed him fidgeting with the cuticles of his nails. He did that when he was anxious.

Neither of you spoke for a while. But the minute you heard a sniffle, you snapped your head towards him. You tried to get a look at his face, the tip of his nose was a bit red and he was now fidgeting with his feet too. He wasn’t crying but he sure was on the verge of it.

You suddenly felt an overwhelming amount of love for the man in front of you. You leaned against your bed and sighed, smiling a little. It’s pathetic how in love you were with each other. You couldn’t even stay mad at him.

“Harry?” You whispered softly. He hummed without looking up. So you continued, “I need you to do something” you faked a stern voice to play with him a bit more.

“Yeah sure, what’s it?” he muttered as he got up and rubbed his hands down his thighs, then finally looked at you. You looked at him without an expression and said, “I need you to come here and give me a good cuddle, a kiss too if I like the cuddle.” And then smiled at him lovingly. He looked at you for a second. You almost thought he was going to yell at you, but the opposite happened. He started tearing up and heavy tear drops ran down his cheeks.

You gasped and quickly leaned forward to take a hold of his hand which was near you. “Oh Harry..” You whispered as you pulled him near you. He the minute you sat him in front of you, he started crying heavily. You were so shocked yet you’ve never been more mesmerised by him. You quickly tried wiping his tears away and comforted him, “Honey, don’t cry. I’m not upset anymore!”

“I-I’m honestly s-sorry! I promise I didn’t mean what I said that day, Y/N!” he tried to speak while wiping his tears.

“I know, babe. I know!” you tried to say it properly but it came out in a laughing manner and tried to draw the crying man close to you, but seeing you laugh made him more upset and he pushed you away lightly, so you forcefully pulled him into a cuddle.

He told himself he’s letting himself be pulled because he didn’t want to hurt you, but it was actually because he wanted you close, so he went in head first. You lay down against the pillows and cuddle him against your chest. He went on sniffling into your neck and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Harry why are you crying!” you tried controlling your laughter. He whined and pulled his face away, “Y’were so fucking mean since the moment you woke up. I didn’t expect it.” He said and hiccupped, thanks to the sobbing breakdown he just had. You pulled on your lips so you wouldn’t smile.

“Well now you know, honey. It hurts, doesn’t it? You were so mean to me too!” You teased. He nuzzled back into your neck, pressing kisses there which always made you giggle.

“I’m really sorry, precious. Honestly, I really am.” He said into your neck, yet producing another hiccup. You couldn’t control yourself anymore so you smiled and pressed a quite a few smooches to his temple, and inhaled his comforting scent.

“It’s okay, baby. I forgive you. I’m sorry for my foolish mistake too, I really didn’t mean to ruin your hard work like that.” You apologised. He pulled away and brought the hand that was around your waist to your cheek and said, “I forgave you a long time ago, but you honestly don’t have to apologise at all. It could happen to anyone, m’love. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. Y’know I made dinner and everything as an apology. But then the officers…” his tone dropped and he couldn’t continue. So, you sadly smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

He sighed and reciprocated the kiss with so much love and passion that you couldn’t help but wrap the arm which around his shoulder a bit more tighter and ran the other through the back of his head gently. The two of you pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes, he moved the hair that escaped from your braid and tucked it behind your ear, “I was so scared. I thought I had lost you.” He whispered softly, and swallowed the small lump, “I missed you a lot, baby” he said and you couldn’t help but peck his cute pout.

“I missed you too, froggy” you replied. The pet name made him reward you with a dimpled smile. He nuzzled into your neck and whispered, “I love you.”

“and I love you.” You kissed his forehead.

“Just for your information, I’m not letting you out of my sight for a really long time.” He stated sternly.

You laughed but stopped when you saw he wasn’t joking, “You know I have to work, right?”

“Y’can easily take a break for a month or two.” He said, as he yawned and cuddle closer to you. “A MONTH OR TWO?! Have you gone mad?” you gasped, lightly pulling on his hair.

“No I haven’t. Try to get rid of me, baby. I dare you.” He laughed a scheming laugh. You knew he wasn’t joking. He tended to become quite paranoid and obsessive over you when situations like these occur. But you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“We’ll see, mister.” You said, and caressed the back of his head.

“oh we will, missus.”

The End.

Author’s Note: I really put in a lot of efforts on this one, so you guys kind of owe me *wink* y'all gotta humour my praise kink now!!! ;P

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okarawrites · 3 years

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Can I get both a SFW and NSFW alphabet for Future Trunks???

Thank you for aiding my obsession.

Of course! Here is the SFW and i'll get working on the nsfw one asap!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He isn't the most touchy person in public, but he also isn't afraid to wrap his arms around you when you two are alone. He tends to just go with what you're comfortable with.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's loyal AF! He will defend you to the end. The friendship would probably start after you help him out in a fight or help him to gather supplies.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves to hold your head under his chin. The man has spent his whole life in fear of losing those he loves to you bet he's going to hold you like you're the most precious thing on earth.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

This man doesn't have enough time for cooking and cleaning. It's a daily fight for survival so settling down isn't something he plans, but he hopes that it could happen one day.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He'd be as kind as possible. He'd feel awful about it, but he would let you down gently.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Again, his worlds in a bit of a rut. But he dreams of a rebuild society were he could make an honest guy/gal/non-binary pal out of you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's gentle at heart, but he's had to harden over the years. But in the right setting he will show his gentle nature.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves a hug, but as said before isn't much into pda's. Though he will always offer a hug to those who need it.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a while. He's scared of getting attached to people as he's already lost so much. So he'll try and convince himself that he isn't in love for a long time.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He hates to admit it, but he often feels a pang of jealousy. I think he definitely felt it a bit when he travelled to the past. To see a version of himself who had both his mother and father definitely stirred some unwanted emotions.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

They're passionate. Every kiss is like the last. He takes nothing for granted so he'll be intense and take your breath away.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's great with kids! They love him and his friendly and protective way. He always seems to soothe them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's an early riser so he's normally up before you, but he'll always give you a kiss before he head out.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He's usually very tired at the end of the day, so expect a lot of laying together talking about your hopes and dreams.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He'll reveal things slowly. Not necessarily because he's secretive, but he want to know about you more than anything.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's quite patient and understanding. Only really angry if someone hurts someone he loves.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers every detail about you and will often surprise you by referencing little details you once said.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Any time when he can make you smile.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Extremely protective! He will lay down his life for you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He doesn't have access to a lot, but he will always be thoughtful and try his best.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He gets in his own head a lot. End up blaming himself for things that he couldn't have prevented.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He's not overly concerned, but definitely knows what works on him. The man was raised by Bulma after all!

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, you're one of the few people he still has. He couldn't risk losing you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He has a major sweet tooth and gets super excited when he finds any canned fruit, though he will always make sure you have some too.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He absolutely hates recklessness. It stresses him tf out!

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He's a very light sleeper so wakes in the night often

#Future Trunks x Reader #future trunks #dbz #Okara Writes Future Trunks

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goldenlaquer · 3 years

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YOUR REQUEST IS OPEN?? I MADE AN ACCOUNT JUST TO MAKE THIS REQUEST HELL YEA(✯ᴗ✯) Lemme just start you're an amazing writer i am in absolute love with your works I LOVE IT SO MUCH PLEASE ALSO URE SO PRECIOUS AND FUNNY how dare you be both and not mine🙄 and the request is badum; ABUTO hehe i dont really have particular request but i do wanna see what makes abuto jealous and how he reacts to it.. even if you dont make this request i hope u read this BECAUSE I AM IN ABSOLUTE IN LOVE WITHYOU CRIES

Day One on Tumblr, and there's already a warrant out for your heinous crimes. First offense, making a Tumblr account. Second offense, first-degree murder with your sweetness and kindness and general, all-around sexiness. Third offense, lying about my status of "not" being yours because wHAT THE HELL ARE YA TALKING ABOUT?????? I AM YOURS, FOREVER AND MORE, 'TIL DEATH DO US PART AND SOIL TAKE US, REFUND EXPIRED

Abuto (uh... mildly implied NSFW at the end but very much an SFW piece hehe) Headcanons:

Now, if you ask him, he ain't much for jealousy. He's always been an easygoing guy, never really one to raise a ruckus where it doesn't need it, and mellowed out enough to sit back and logically take in the whole situation before the impulse to rush in can take over. And in all the spans of the very short-lived relationships before you, Abuto doesn't recall a single moment where he's felt the nasty twinge of green for any one of his exes. Not a single moment where he's felt the need to stake his claim, or get into a needless pissing contest with another male.

(In hindsight, maybe that's why his relationships never lasted long?)

But what's all this now? Because Abuto thought he was above it, especially at his grown ass age— but even an old dog can learn new tricks, he supposes.

While Abuto busies himself at the bar, getting drinks for the both of you, one of his men see it first. They nudge him, rumbling out with snorts of amusement, Hey Abuto, you see that yet? Curious, Abuto looks up and over to check out what the fuss is, across the dimly-lit tavern, towards the tables and booths where… well, look at that.

It's not really the young, cocky pup puffing out his chest and pulling the cheap jokes, hoping for the lucky chance to bring home a gal for the night. Abuto can handle young and cocky, he handles it all the damn time. But what really does him in is your reaction to the flirtation.

He's not naïve to the idea of you being hit on— it'd take only a dead fool to not see your beauty— and this isn't even the first time he's witnessed the scene for himself, but every time it's happened, you've always been more than capable of handling the situation yourself, making it known that you were severely uninterested in anyone other than him.

But for some reason that Abuto can't fathom, you're not doing it tonight.

Eyes trained on the face of the eager pup in front of you, body angled closer than he'd like, you're engaged and listening to the conversation. Most noticeably, there's a smile on your face. Small and gentle and very lovely— a smile that you usually give only him.

At this point, Abuto realizes that he's frowning rather deeply, and that his drink in his hand has been crumbled into grainy liquid. Hell. That's some ugly jealousy in his chest alright. And ugly jealousy is telling him to go charging in like a hot-headed bull.

Abuto never gets like this, so one-sidedly bothered and aggressive over this little interaction of yours he shouldn’t care about. He trusts you, always will. But that’s his smile you’re smiling, and if it’s childish to think so, then he really doesn’t give a damn. His muscles are bunched and ready and there’s not a thought in his head except for the costs of the damages he's gonna pay when this is all over.

— Until he catches the split-second your eyes break away from the conversation, briefly meeting his across the tavern before flickering back to the pup. And in that split-second, Abuto realizes the entire sham behind this. With the playful hooting coming from his men, they must have realized this way ahead of him-- which tells him just how good you got him, if he was the last one to catch on.

He relaxes himself enough to calmly (calmly, he reminds himself) walk over, get the poor schmuck's attention with an "alright kid, scram"; the look on his face must have reflected his thoughts enough because it makes the pup pale and scramble away without protest. As Abuto takes the vacated spot and hands you your drink, he mutters, grimacing a tight smile that he doesn't feel. "Don't lie. You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

You beam with an innocence he doesn't buy. "Maybe." You fish the cherry out of your drink, making sure that he's watching you as you slowly loll it between your lips before sucking it in your mouth with a slight 'pop'. You let his gaze zone in at the red stains the cherry left behind before catching his attention again with your next words:

"So what?" You see the exact moment where Abuto pauses, the moment where the smile suddenly drops into complete nothingness. You should probably stop now. Probably apologize or something. This is a dangerous game to play with Abuto, but you play it knowing you're going to win no matter what.

"What are you gonna do about it...” His eyes, dark and sharp, glint down at you, waiting with deadly quiet. “… daddy?"

The planes of his face are so emotionless and shadowed in this dark corner of the tavern that it makes you swallow and begin to nervously wonder that maybe, maybe you fucked up?

But then he smiles again, grins even, the corners of his dead eyes crinkling, the white of his teeth flashing, and chuckles so low and deep that you feel the vibrations of it when he palms your thigh, pulling you closer to his side. The others have reached your table, dumping themselves into the seats across from you, cracking bawdy jokes and roaring boisterous laughter. Abuto turns his head to face them, but his hand stays right where it's at, the heat of it searing through your clothes. You try to bounce your leg a bit but his grip digs a fraction into the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, a warning. You stifle your yelp with a cough.

As his thumb slowly begins to caress you, he murmurs under his breath a promise that only you can hear.

"We'll see."

#gintama #gintama headcanons #gintama imagines #abuto #abuto x reader #abuto yato #asks opened

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mistkissedmoon · 4 years

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Damirae Batfamily headcanons

Tim:

He’d find any opportunity bring Damian and Raven together. He’d go out of his way to bring the two together, by planning a lunch with him, Damian and Raven and bail on them last second so they could be alone. If he wasn’t doing that, he’d be dropping these annoying hints in Damian’s direction about Raven.

“So you want to choose the bird character on this video game, huh? Well, that’s funny.” “Why is it funny?” “I don’t know, it just fits you, you know? You’ve got the whole robin gig going on, you clearly love Ravens, you-” “Tim, ENOUGH.”

Jason:

Whenever he was around, he’d probably try to wind him up by getting him jealous. Like telling him how she’s a lovely gal and that that one new kid on his team was asking about her. Genuinely just winding him up instead of being subtle so that flustered mess could maybe get the courage to speak to her and realize that he really likes her. He’s just get annoyed and pretend like he doesn’t care but both him and Jason knew he was pissed.

I think that whenever Raven and Jason hang out without Damian, he actually tries to be very sweet to her, first out of a genuine curiosity to know her and then because he begins to think she’s precious, like a little sister. On her side, she starts their relationship a little hesitant but grows to really appreciate how he checks in and talks books with her and eventually, when they’re fully brother and sister (in this universe) when he cuddles her or how protective he can get. It’s a belief of mine that Raven tries to offer her healing talents to doctors and the injured at the end of every fight (with an added bonus in that she can avoid the crowd/fans). When she hears how Jason is protecting Crime alley, she starts exclusively focusing her efforts there, as I don’t think many residents can afford medical care (timidly at first as she doesn’t want to step on anyone’s toes). Jason is (secretly) extremely grateful for this. Before with her help tending the injured, big gang fights that involve crime alley more than any other part of Gotham used to overwork him so much he felt like he couldn’t breathe. Being healed as well so quickly is definitely a plus although he watches her closely to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself. Damian might be a teeny bit jealous about this as he wants to fight side by side with her and look after her after the battle.

Dick:

Since Damian is basically his little brother and he thinks of Raven as a little sister/daughter type similar to the whole Bruce/Dick situation, I think he’d be much more on the supportive side then the teasing. He’d swiftly bring up the topic casually so it wasn’t weird but he had his moments. Sometimes he would drop a comment that would get Damian not annoyed but beet red. I think Kori would be more on the smirky smug type always giving Damian these knowing looks haha.

Barbara:

- I’m not sure about Duke, but I think Stephanie could be skeptical. Mostly cause she’s the one who holds a fondness for Damian and she probably felt just slightly protective of him.. okay, maybe a lot protective. She would definitely be slightly wary of the demonic side of Raven cause she doesn’t want Damian mingling with more demons than he already has.

I don’t think she’d tease him because she was more on the neutral but cautious side. I think it wouldn’t be until after they got together and she witnessed RAven being selfless to save Damian from danger that she’d truly understand. Maybe then she’d properly teas Damian about how totally in love and taken he is and even in the beginning few months she’d ask him “So... when’s the wedding?” before disappearing as quickly as possible to avoid Damian going from flustered to pissed.

As for Bruce, oof:

Definitely wary and not a fan. Alfred tries to communicate with him about how the two make sense and it’s understandable why they feel a connection but Bruce is very protective of his son (protective of all the robins x10 after what happened to Todd). He doesn’t want another one trusting someone blindly and then ending up hurt one way or another. And he doesn’t trust Raven either, doesn’t trust the empath part of her at all. It’d take years and he’d discourage it all the way through but at one point he’d realize that she makes her son happy and goes out of her way to save him. So very very slowly, he’d start to accept her more and eventually it’d become a sweet relationship. Though the start would totally be messy.

The other robins and batgirls would be protective of her at the beginning of Bruce’s dislike. Jason would not really care for Bruce’s opinion, Cass would’ve been bummed by his reluctance as would Steph, Tim would’ve been rather stubborn with him and tell Bruce that he’s wrong to his face, but I think it would’ve been Dick who’d be most vocal about her and being protective over her. Like, not trying to push it with Bruce and get really annoyed but if it came up, he was more than willing to argue.

Me and bluescove/@soulselfs talked headcanons a bunch and she encouraged me to post these before she left. I hope @poiitisinstone enjoys them, I really like their headcanons.

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littlenahsstuff · 3 years

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In love, I swear.

A/n Literally my first time writing actual fanfiction. This might be a flaming dumpster fire idk. I will persevere and cringe later, but for now, enjoy.

supreme!Cordelia Goode x reader

TW:nothing much, just a big old fluffernutter sandwich. A little angst. Swears I guess.

Synopsis: Cordelia has just recruited you to be a counselor at Robicheauxs and it's safe to say you are head over heels for the supreme. Unfortunately, you aren't the one to tell her.

You always thought that you weren't too special of a witch, you had the basic witchy spells down and specialized in the people who struggled on the inside... but in a more witchy sense. You also helped the witches who needed to get their powers more developed or who ones that are just behind in school. A sort of glorified counselor you suppose. It's sorta funny, especially since you aren't the most confident, how you can talk to all of the girls. When it boils down to it you are just a witchy gal searching for love. Specifically Cordelia's. It could never happen though.

Your love life wasn't the only area you lacked in before Robicheauxs, you had been struggling to find a job suited for your interests. Let's just say that you have a lifetime ban from one of the Mcdonalds in Louisiana. Fire and grease doesn't mix.

Of course, if it wasn't for dear, sweet, precious, Cordelia, you would be living on the streets. Luckily that didnt happen and so here you are today, three months in to your teaching position at Robicheauxs.

Oh, the moment, "You're hired. I look forward to expanding the academy's family and getting to know you better especially," left the Supremes lips, the better off you were.

And yet, even with all of the joy that comes with finally getting paid, there were the challenges as well. For starters, everyone was extremely nice to you, even though you kept mostly to yourself, there was this one person that made this heaven more hellish. Madison the bitch witch Montgomery.

You had been warned by Zoe, your closest confidante in this new place and also Madisons freaking girlfriend, that she was no pleasant peach. Never in all of your doubtful thoughts, had how bad it actually was crossed your mind. It was never the cockiness that got to you, you had a different appreciation for it than most. Found the confidence refreshing almost. No, no no no no. It was in fact, that she was constantly trying to dig up dirt on you.

"You're too much of a goody two shoes y/n," she once stated with a glare. The same day you had heard Zoe squabbling about something and your name came up. Your name and the fact Madison had stolen your wallet to look at your license. It turned up later on your bed stand.

Madison's a lover of Zoe and drama you've come to find out.

It's harmless though really, you dont mind the extra bit of attention that comes with it. Its flattering so no need to complain to anybody, especially not Cordelia.

Cordelia, mmm, yeah now shes the biggest threat here. She is the reason you got this job and might be the reason you lose it.

She once caught you with your doodle journal. It was a harmless question,

"Y/n, what're you drawing?" She looked over your shoulder. You almost jumped out of your skin and your sketchbook went flying.

"Oh dear, are you alright?" She worried her lips a bit. Her big, plump, kissable lips. Come on Y/n, get out of it.

"Yes," you squeaked. Sinking farther into the sofa. She chuckled her beautiful chuckle and sat on the couch arm.

"So, what was my favorite school counselor drawing just then?" She questioned. Glancing to the thrown book.

Your face went red.

"Uh-" you paused, come on you're making it a bigger deal than it has to be, "you." You couldn't look into her eyes.

She gazed at you at you and it felt like a hole was being burned into your skull.

"Okay," Cordelia said, leaving it at that. Stood up and made to walk away.

"Wait!" She paused and turned back to you, seeing you scramble to get your sketchbook.

"Yes?" Her eyebrows raised in surprise.

"I- don't you want to see it?" You said and you slapped yourself mentally for about the hundredth time she walked in.

She smiled softly at you, "Of course, I thought you didn't. You looked scared to death, like bambi."

"Okay," you flipped back towards the page and cringed. It wasn't your best peice. You could never capture her beauty right.

Her eyes scanned over it, widening before squinting with her grin.

"It's so good!" She gasped.

"Yes, that is Cordelia Goode," you joked in a monotone manner. She slapped your shoulder jokingly, making you snort.

"You nerd, I didn't mean it that way. Either way, you did a fantastic job! I wished I looked as good as you make me seem," she muttered the last bit, bit you heard it. It saddens you to remember the damage Fiona did.

"Hey, Cordy," you started. You realized that you used a nickname that Madison did, but she doesn't seem to care.

"You know what I think? I think that you're wrong. You see I just can't for the life of me get your soft proud loving smile right. Your eyes aren't as warm and glowing as they are in reality. I couldn't manage to picture the right placement for those worry lines or crowd feet you have. You might not like them, but to me they show that you worry and care and that you laugh at the stupidest of things, which is a trait I adore. You are more perfect than any Davinci or Van Gogh," you say. You don't like when your friends feel bad about themselves.

Cordelia's tearing up a bit and wiles it away. "Didn't know you were a goddamn poet too?" She joked with a giggle, "thanks y/n, sometimes I need to hear something like that."

"No problem Cordelia," I can't help it, you're my muse, is what you want to say.

"Well, I have some paperwork, but it was nice to see ya," she hurriedly excused and rushed out.

Unbeknownst to you, Madison was watching. She knew exactly how to get dirt on you now. She had something all along.

The next week you spent daydreaming about Cordy...elia, you couldnt help but go back to that conversation. You needed to be more discrete, way more descrete.

So you made sure to draw your crush no more. That didn't change the fact you forgot to destroy the evidence in writing.

You had slept in a little too late, so in a rush you were to get to your office. The reason you had being you daydreaming about Cordelia and yours faux life together a little too long.

A bunch of new juicy stuff for Madison as she snatched it from your bedside table. It was too easy really.

She opened it up to the first page. It acted like a normal diary, just stating checklists of things to do and things you did. The size was fairly large, so skipping a few pages till she got to the juicy stuff and the part where you actually did know Cordy wasn't harmful.

It was a barf fest of emotion. "Oh Cordelia is so awesome, oh I'm so lucky to work with Cordelia, oh my, I won't ever get a chance with Cordelia, she's the supreme!"

"Ew," Madison groaned, whipping out her phone.

Then she found it, the goldmine of confessions. It was all the way in the back, meaning you had wrote it recently.

"Dear, myself

Cordelia today caught me drawing a picture of herself and said something I didn't particularly enjoy listening about herself. I can't believe Fiona would send her into such a deep hatred of herself that even with her gone she's hurting. She's no mother. Cordelia is the love of my life, even if I'm not hers, she deserves all the love I can give. She's not broken, but she just needs someone to love her and I do. I promise to give her as much love as possible without her finding out what kind it really is, I'm in love, I swear.

Sincerely, Y/N."

So she snapped a picture of the page.

After school was over Cordelia was not expecting Madison to barge into her office. Let alone with something regarding YOU of all people.

"Cordy, I've got something to tell you about y/n!" Madison sang out, waving her phone in front of Cordelia's face as she sat on top her desk.

Madison was just careless with others and too carried g about herself. It was the perfect storm. The only person who could ever take it too far to just prove a point. That there was something wrong with you.

If Madison Montgomery had taken one moment to actually think about it, she was just jealous. Jealous that another person at the coven was better than her to Cordelia. She was one spoiled bitch growing up. Guess it backfired.

"What?" Cordelia questioned in concern, "Is she okay? Madison what did you do to her!?" Her thoughts raced, Madison's pranks often went a little too far. She did kill Misty.

"Now now Cordy, don't get your panties in a twist. Here read this," Madison demanded to her supreme, she shoved it into her face and Cordelia grabbed it.

Her eyes expected headlines on the news or a mugshot, but she realized it was just your writing.

"Madison," she warned.

"Come on, I know you can read!" Madison poked Cordelia's forehead, prompting a slap from the Supreme.

Ms. Goode exhaled, "Fine."

Her eyes fluttered over the words, brows furrowing with every sentence. She couldn't comprehend, could she read?? It seemed to her as if her brain was creating what she wanted to see, but no, you wrote it. Unfortunately.

Everything's silent. Then the thought flits across her head, you like her back.

"In love, I swear."

Oh she's mad. Not at you, no, she could never. Madison on the other hand better,

"Get out of my office right now," Cordelia whispered. Madison's smile faltered.

"What, didn't you want to know your feelings are reciprocated? Come on, I'm just trying to get you two to speed up the process." Madison hopped of the desk and sauntered out.

What has she done.

Cordelia was wracked with guilt for awhile, with no way to tell you either. How does one even go about telling someone they read their deepest darkest secrets. How!?

She couldn't, so she did what she could. She pulled away from you and into her work. All of those lunches spent together stopped. The nights in the green house gone. Reading together on the weekends by the fire, gone.

And it left you empty. You had no idea what you did, but you must've done something.

So you decided to confront her, you hadn't gone much sleep since, so you were literally and figuratively tired of all of this shit.

Your knock on the door startled Cordelia, but your presence startled her even more. Both of you looked like wrecks.

"Oh, Y/n! Please, come in," Cordelia gestured and you did, closing the door behind you.

It was then that you finally broke down.

"What did I do Delia!?" You sobbed, falling to your knees. Yes it was dramatic and not even you expected it but you were holding your emotions for so long.

"Oh," Cordelia briskly moved over to you, concern painted on her face. She was watching you carefully, you looked so fragile. Just like she had felt at times.

"I'm sorry," you whimpered, "What did I do?" Her hand tilted your head towards her, but you still couldn't look into her brown eyes, opting for the floor. If you did, you probably wouldn't be able to look away.

"Y/n look at me sweetie," the nicknames never failed to make your heart soar. It was your weakness, your eyes met and they were glued there.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing nothing!" She took a deep breath, "I saw a page from your journal."

You froze, terror crept up your spine.

"Oh my god. Um Cordelia I am so sorry, you, wow I- god I'm so creepy! It's perfectly fine if you want to not be my friend or fire me. I didn't do it to be weird, it was how I expressed myself. I was trying to hide it I promise, i dont even know what happened!?"

"I'm gonna kill Madison, faster than my mother did," Cordelia groaned.

"Wh-" your brain malfunctions. Is-Is Cordelia kissing you? Right now?

Indeed she was and just like you dreamed about, her lips were so soft and her kiss gentle.

Maybe Madison could be forgiven... but not without a harsh talk.

"In love, I swear," she repeated in a whisper against your lips.

#sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader #cordelia goode x reader

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