#the idea of someone looking to him with utter devotion in their eyes

[itsabardknocklife]

Going into the Rolan tag is always such an experience for me, because I often get the feeling I'm the only person picking up Dom vibes from him.

[hoondrop]

ENHA AND BREEDING KINK

warnings: breeding kink, possessive sunghoon, knocking up, mention of choking, mention of cum play

most of the members have a breeding kink, you can't convince me otherwise however, they lie on different parts of the spectrum and have different reactions to you wanting them to breed you.

heeseung does not want to be too possessive but at times he's unable to contain the feeling, and what better way to channel it than to cum in you.

heeseung is absolutely obsessed with how his cock feels in your pussy and the image of yours and his cum leaking out of your hole. the first time you brought up the idea of unprotected sex and him cumming in you, he envisioned the sight of your eyes rolling back, your nails digging into his skin and the sight of his and your cum dripping out of your hole

and the more he thought about it (he has fantasized about it many times who's he kidding) the more he wanted to try it out. just the thought of him finishing in you had his cock twitching and he couldn't wait to do it.

the first time he fucks you raw, heeseung definitely cums quicker than he does usually. he never thought of himself having a breeding kink but when he sees his release dripping out of your hole, suddenly the vision of you carrying his babies doesn't seem far.

jay may have a few kinks he's shared with you and some that he's holding off until the right time and he is sure that someday in the future he wants to have kids with you, and even though he's big on protection and everything, he is also a hopeless romantic.

so maybe special occasions like birthdays or anniversaries are the exception when he holds you close, whispering confessions and promises of love and a future together with you while he has you in a mating press.

he's fond of the idea but he's not vocal about it as much, maybe a few comments about how pretty you'll look in the future when you carry his kids someday. but right now, he's content with leaving his marks on your body and his load in your hole.

jake. he's what you can call a freak who is obsessed with you and loves to leave you in a mess of his and your spit and cum.

the day you gave him the greenlight to fuck you raw and cum in you, poor baby almost came in his pants on the spot. it felt like christmas came early for him and without wasting any second, he was already tearing his and yours clothes off.

breeding you is the only thing on his mind, and as someone who's also into cum play, he'll finger you, spreading his release all over and around your cunt and then maybe either finger you until you're squirting or maybe he'll lap it all up with his tongue.

all in all, he's a messy freak who loves cumming in you and will go multiple rounds just so he can see your spent cunt dripping with his seed.

sunghoon. honestly, he's one of the most possessive if not the most possessive yet silent about it. it's not about knocking you up but more about claiming ownership of you by making sure your pussy is full of his cum.

and when the day comes when you manage to choke out for him to cum in you, his eyes get darker and he lets out that low chuckle that has your toes curling and your panties dropping..

he'll definitely comment something along the lines of you wanting to be claimed by him so bad that you're toying with the possibility of carrying his babies.. how you're so desperate for him to own you, for everyone to know you're his. he does not want kids for a while but theoretically, he can't wait to knock you up.

sunoo. when it comes to sunoo, having unprotected sex is a sign of trust and complete and utter devotion. he's a very responsible and careful person like jay, and knows how to control himself.

but there are moments where he just wants to be close to you, nothing coming in between the feel of his length. dragging in and out of you at a delicious pace, seeing the ring of your wetness form at the base of his cock.

does he think and whisper about the time when you both have to worry about protection sometime in the future after marriage? yes, he's quite vocal about it especially when he is balls deep in you, pressed in a missionary position, murmuring how he can't wait to take you like this every day.

jungwon. jungwon may seem like he has control over himself, but does he really? not when you're straddling him, sliding your folds along his length, feeling every vein and ridge of his pretty cock.

all resolve and caution is thrown out the window when he looks up at you, his usual boba eyes now glinting with that familiar look. and the second you start moving up and down his length, he doesn't care what the consequences can be.

all he wants, all he needs and all he thinks and pictures is holding you down by your hips as he shoots his cum up into your pussy.

[fawnindawn]

Jason Todd is sure he's never met someone as good as you.

In a city as vile as the one he crawled out of, he's gotten near bullseye on the portfolios he makes for every single bastard that breaths and sins in this city. He thinks he's got it narrowed down, and he's all but decided that there isn't a single living person he will ever let his guard down for again- till he meets you.

Technically, you've all but forced yourself into his world. He thinks it's a cruel joke sometimes, how the world forced everything he had out of him, forcing him to forget how to love, how to treat every word as just that and not an underlying threat, how to have a proper relationship with anyone- before they tossed you into his path. Like a whirlwind, it was impossible not to grasp onto you when you were so good, so unlike anything in him.

"I want to be so good for you, baby." He breathes into your skin, wrapping you into his arms and holding onto you, hoping that if he somehow engraves his promise into this moment, he'll hold it forever.

"But you already are." Then, you look at him with that look of yours that reminds him that he's still alive, because his heart near leaps out of his body to land right into your palm. You treat him with such tenderness he couldn't have even envisioned in his dreams. You're nothing he could've come up with. When he looks into his own reflection, he thinks he sees what everyone sees. A failure of a project trying to make some good in this world even when he has nothing good in him. A madman trying to fix what can't be fixed, whether that be the city or himself. Then he looks into your eyes, and he can't see all that through the adoration so evident in your gaze.

Sometimes, you look at him and he thinks that if anything he knows about love, it's all just you. What is love, if not the utter devotion that runs through his blood, night after night where he cleanses the city, knowing that the very next night, some other thug or crook will replace the one he's gotten rid of. It's a never ending process that seems to see no end, but when he comes home to you, and oh god, does the idea of going to a home with you in it push him through everything.

He still struggles to word it, how your existence seems to shatter every concept he's had of the world, how he's never felt hope the way he's had since he started daydreaming about a future with you. He doesn't think the simple word, love, can capture what he sees, thinks, and feels about you. You're everywhere in his fractured mind.

The long-minute hugs standing in the kitchen, the way he goes silent when you rant about your latest discovery on the internet because he's hit with the sudden thought that he's here with you and you exist, the kisses he presses on the indent near your shoulder as he presses himself into that very spot, the way he always finds his way back home to you no matter what because he refuses to leave you afraid and waiting for him to come home. He'll always come home to you, because you are his home.

[alastorss]

brother i still have no idea how tumblr works and this is my first request and it might not even be in the right place but—

why does NO ONE talk about the fact that “Allie” would be such a silly nickname for Alastor? i would love to see some headcanons/a lil story about how he would react to the reader calling him that. maybe completely detests it at first but secretly likes it?

a/n: hello lovely, you've come to the right place 🫶 yes yes yes!!! i'm obsessed with this idea <3 i'm adding to this: he would think you're mad at him when you finally call him normally again ^ ^

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"What did you say?"

"Huh?" You hum, attention devoted to fixing Alastor's bowtie.

"That thing you just said. Repeat it."

You finally blink at him, using your palms to smooth out the front of his jacket before stepping out of his bubble. "I said your tie was undone."

"No, dear, before that."

The Radio Demon can feel his eye twitching in irritation. You look at him again dumbly, trying to retrace your steps.

"Oh!" You flash him a little smile and he thinks his brain is going to explode. "Allie?"

He just gawks at you, surprised by the sheer audacity you have. And it doesn't help that he's so fond of you that he doesn't even want to strike you down.

Had it been someone else calling him so endearingly, he might have done something violent. But how could he do that to you, his darling companion, when you look so sweet calling him such a ridiculous name?

"My apologies but... where did that come from?"

"Isn't it cute?" You grin, completely dodging his question.

No, he wants to say. Absolutely not. However, your smile is ever-growing and he can't very well deny you this pleasure. So he sucks it up, draws in a deep inhale to compose himself, and nods.

"Of course, cher."

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Weeks pass and the rest of your friends in the hotel begin to raise a brow at how casually you address such a powerful Overlord. And more than that, he doesn't seem to want to correct you.

It becomes his name reserved exclusively for you. Angel had tried, once, to purr out Allie in a seductive way that made Alastor's skin crawl. Never again.

He gets used to it. Even likes the idea that there is something shared between you that no one else can have. That is, until you're pushing around your breakfast on a plate one morning.

"Can you pass the salt, Alastor?"

He looks up from his mug of coffee in confusion, brain taking a moment to buffer before it catches up with his already moving mouth.

"Alastor?" He repeats his own name, staring at you intensely and most definitely not passing the salt over the table.

You look back up at him blankly. "That's your name, don't wear it out."

He scoffs at your lame joke before sliding the salt shaker over the table. There's something unsettling him and he can't quite place it.

Setting down his newspaper, he watches you as you eat. His gaze is so fiery that you look up from your food almost instantly.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you alright? Have I done something to upset you?"

Your brows scrunch. "No, why?"

"Why did you not call me Allie?"

Complete and utter silence settles over the dining table until he feels like he can't breathe. Your spoonful of food hovers just in front of your open mouth as you stare.

Then, laughter. Laughter fills the room and his ears so heartily that he feels it in his own chest. You double over the table in your fit, spoon clinking onto the plate as you drop it.

"What?" He grumbles.

"Of course I'm not mad at you!" You howl, using a finger to wipe up the tears gathering in your eyes. "'Sides, I thought you hated that name?"

His jaw grows taut. "Hate is a powerful word."

"So you like it?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Liar, you do!"

Alastor is never one to get flustered, but here he is for the first time in his afterlife, teetering on the edge of bursting out in flames. "You are terrible, you know that?"

You snicker, leg getting trapped between his under the table. "Yeah, Allie, I know."

Yet the way his smile softens says it all.

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[hattiewritesalot]

Silence

Lucien Vanserra x shy!fem!reader

Summary: Lucien has a mate. Hooray! Lucien’s mate is incredibly shy. Booooo!

Warnings: Reader is very shy, to the point where she doesn’t talk. I know some people don’t like that but I thought the dynamic would work well with someone as suave and charming as our Lucien.

A/N: going through a very rough time atm but I’m living !!! and I love Lucien so much. Also this is set before the events of ACOTAR, hence why Andras is mentioned - he’s still alive :3

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He watches you from where you’re curled up in the library, sprawled out under the sun like a cat. There’s a pillow beneath your head, and your eyes are closed, but you aren’t sleeping. He knows you aren’t, because your fingers twitch. You’re just… being.

Lucien Vanserra is nervous. Lucien, one-eyed Lucien, the Spring Court’s clever emissary, one of Tamlin’s most trusted advisors… is nervous over his own mate.

It isn’t that simple, though.

You’re shy. Gentle, and quiet, and shy, and he has no idea to approach you, silently frightened you’ll scamper off like a little mouse. Sure, you’ve spoken before, and he’s ridden behind you when travelling, but he has absolutely no idea how to talk to you. He’s not gentle like Tamlin. He can’t read people like Andras. He’s absolutely, irrevocably, unbelievably terrified.

But this is his mate. His lifelong partner. The person whose life is intertwined to his with a golden thread of love and devotion. He’s waited centuries to meet you, to have her, to be hers in every sense of the word, and he’ll be damned if he gives it all up now. Jesminda would be bloody disappointed in him if he did.

And so, he walks in.

You don’t stir. He says your name quietly, and you squeak, jolting out of your rest. He winces. “Sorry- I-“ He takes a breath. “How has your day been?”

You blink at him. “…good.” 

Lucien stares at you blankly, golden eye whirring. Good? Good!? Mother above, he needs to keep this conversation going. This is a lot easier when the other participant enjoys being charmed. “Yeah. That’s- that’s good. Do anything fun today?” You shake your head. He’s about to hurl himself off a cliff. “…read any good books? Hey, why don’t you tell me about that one you’re reading?” He winks at you, shooting you a suave smirk.

You only blink, looking down shyly, and shake your head. His heart sinks. 

Slowly, hesitantly, he patters forward, kneeling in front of where you sit. He needs this. He needs you. Is it him? Is he the issue? “Please talk to me, sweet girl.” He murmurs, defeated and rejected. “Please. I- I just want to get to know you. Talk to you. Please talk to me.” He pleads.

And you do. “I don’t like talking.” You admit in a quiet little voice, wincing. “I- it makes me anxious. I have no idea how to- to keep a conversation going, or… talk to people, or…” You trail off, cheeks flaming in embarrassment, but Cauldron boil him, he gets it.

His shoulders sag. You don’t talk because you genuinely don’t want to. You stay quiet because it’s what most comfortable for you. All those times you’ve been by his side, silent as can be? Because you felt comfortable. He gets it now. He gets you.

He nods, and, instead of talking, he shuffles up into the spot next to you, and leans back just the way you were doing earlier, tucking an arm behind your head. You smile. This is better, you both think, you both agree. You close your eyes, still blushing shyly, and lean against his warm skin, the bond thrumming happily.

So no, he isn’t gentle like Tamlin. And no, he can’t read people like Andras. But he’s Lucien. And whether his mate needs a flirting session or utter silence, by the Cauldron, he’ll give it to her.

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Lucien is the best ACOTAR character feel free to fight me 👺👺👺

[clare-875]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do this cute idea, where The One Piece boys (Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Ace, Sabo, Law, and Kid) x female reader, but the reader is a short queen (shoutout to the short queens out there), like she has a petite and slender figure, a small chest size, and is 5'4 or below? How would the boys react? (It can either be them comforting her being self-conscious about her size or maybe some fluffy or comedic shenanigans, cutesy stuff, etc.)

Short & Sweet (Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Law, Kid, Sabo)

_____ Pairings: Luffy x Reader; Sanji x Reader; Zoro x Reader; Ace x Reader; Law x Reader; Kid x Reader; Sabo x Reader Summary: Their reaction to having a small girlfriend Warnings: Fluff, some angst & comfort, Female Reader A/N: This was such a cute idea, I hope you like the fic! 🥰 [One Piece Masterlist] [Part 2: Shanks, Crocodile, Mihawk, Katakuri, Smoker, Killer] _____

- Luffy -

Luffy pays little mind to your shorter stature or petite figure, in fact, if you bring up to him that at times you felt insecure, he would be utterly confused. At the end of the day, to him, you were the woman he wanted by his side when he became the King of the Pirates; his Queen if you will. So it didn't matter your looks as much your devotion and compassion and love mattered to him. In fact, if you ask him specifically, he would realise how much he adores your smaller form.

You were so easy to cling to as he flung around islands for adventure, and the way you looked up to him every day brought forth a warm feeling inside of him. He always had the natural instinct to protect the crew and that extended especially to you, but he would never cease to be in utter awe at the sight of your strength in battle, deceiving your opponent with your image. He would almost look at you with pride and not waste a second to compliment you.

"Shi shi shi. [y/n], you're so cool!"

- Sanji -

Sanji thinks that you are just perfect. The way your smaller form clings to him when he embraces you, the way you look up to him with utter love in your eyes, the way you meld into him just right. In the kitchen, he may even purposefully put things on higher shelves just so he had the luxury of being chivalrous towards you. Although this got annoying at times and you had to tell him off, it was all good intentions. He wanted to dote on you and spoil you and adore you.

If you were ever insecure about your height or figure, he was quickly there to reassure you. It is almost to the point where you don't even have the time to be insecure because Sanji is screaming compliments to you every other moment of the day. His favourite moments would be spent in the kitchen with you sitting on the counter as he cooks. He would pass you different foods to try and you would never cease to stop his heart from pounding just at the sight of you.

"My love, you are too beautiful for my heart to bear!"

- Zoro -

Zoro again is someone who pays little mind to the stature of his partner. However, he couldn't deny that he simply adores the way you look up to him with your glistening eyes or the way your smaller form clings to him in the depths of the night. It is all he needs to breathe. You are so dependable and courageous even with your smaller stature that he is always proud to call you his partner. Zoro will never say it, but the first time he saw you in battle, your smaller form deadly as opponents fell like flies to your feet, he was in utter shock. He doesn't think he had loved someone more.

If you ever bring up your insecurities with him, he will look to you like you have lost your mind but in secret, he just doesn't know how you could ever feel that way, you were so perfect. Though he does not know comfort, he would surprise you with murmurs under his breath about how you are beautiful and flawless. In saying this, if Zoro knows that you do not mind, he is not above teasing you. He secretly adored the way you pout and cross your arms when you face away in mock annoyance at him, but it does nothing but reaffirm the fact that you were too pretty, even if your anger was pointed at him.

"You're fucking cute when you're mad babe."

- Ace -

Ace adores your smaller figure and he finds you the most adorable thing he has laid eyes on. At times you have to pry his warm hands away from you because he just adores the feeling of having you in his hold every moment of the day. The way he has to lean down to capture your lips. The way he holds your smaller hand within his in the dark night, tracing patterns on your soft skin. You were just perfect to the man, and he never ceased to tell you and show you just that.

If you bring up your insecurities, Ace will be shocked, and quite frankly disappointed in himself for not having noticed or reassured you earlier. He is quick to utter comforts and envelop you in the depths of his warm arms. His heat almost engulfs you because of your smaller form, but you secretly adore the sensation of just feeling him in times when your mind is not kind to you. He would caress your hair and litter kisses from your forehead to your lips.

"You're perfect love, just the way you are."

- Law -

When you first asked to join Law's crew, he couldn't lie, he was sceptical at first due to your smaller stature. Maybe concerned was a better word as he knew the toils that came with being a pirate at sea. However, when you had surprised him with your valour and strength, there was no question that you just had to join his adventure upon the sea. Now, he could not imagine being on his adventure without you. Your smaller hands that carve through his hair, the way you hold him before you sleep, the way you blush as you look up to him after he kisses you.

If you ever bring up insecurities about yourself and your image he will be quick to reassure you of how perfect you are to him. "But did you see Robin and Nami, they looked so-" He would interrupt before your pretty mind worries too much. "They're not you love." And he means his words. How could you ever doubt yourself when your figure is what fits just right to him as he embraces you. Your smaller hands caress his face so gently, he felt as though he did not deserve it. You never failed to get his heart rate to pick up. Even the crew looked in wonderment at how you could melt Law's walls so easily.

"You're too good to me love."

- Kid -

Kid would never be the type to admit it but he secretly adores you and your smaller form. It gives him such a strong feeling of wanting to protect you and wanting to dote on you that he struggles to maintain his stoic composure around you. When he first met you, you were confused as to why he seemed so angry to you - angrier than usual compared to how he treated other crewmembers. However, it is only later that you learn from Killer it is because Kid was so enamoured by you that he didn't know how to control that feeling.

Kid will always deny, but he adores the way you would cling to him in the depths of the night, or how you would hold your smaller hand in his. He adores your figure even more, so perfect to hold and to touch. If you bring up your concerns about your figure or stature to him, he will seethe and growl in complete denial. "What the fuck are you talking about?" But his strong facade will crumble if he sees you are actually insecure about your slim figure and your height. If the two of you are in a quiet space he will be quick to place you in his arms as though to hide you from the thoughts plaguing your mind.

"You're perfect, I'll fucking kill anyone who says otherwise."

- Sabo -

Sabo is also one to not mind the height or figure of a partner so much, but he adores your smaller form more than you could know. He is good at hiding the way his heart rate picks up like nothing else when you look up at him with your beautiful eyes. He has to stop himself from leaning down and pecking your lips right then and there. You were beautiful, strong, perfect, and his. What else could he ask for in his partner?

He adores comparing your hands to his and holding you to him, your head resting perfectly on his thrumming heart. His want to protect you in battle is strong, but his want to see you fight in battles brings forth an awe that is stronger. Sabo could never let you compare your figure to others or let your insecurities become too much to bear. To him, you were just perfect and he would always make sure to reassure you whenever you confided in him. He would caress you gently, murmuring comforts into the depths of your hair.

"You, my love, are beautiful. No one can compare to you"

[pappydaddy]

made for loving you (s.h.)

a/n: we are just pretending that they had the ability to remotely check their voicemail systems in 1985, okay lovelies? awesome!

tv show/movie: stranger things | pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested by the lovely @echos-scomplink (ily lovely!)

synopsis: steve fears his chance with y/n is ruined leading to breathless proclamations in the rain. based on i was made for loving you by kiss.

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warnings: depictions of being beat up | blood mentioned | fluff

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  King Steve never believed in the whole soulmate idea. He found it certifiably insane for someone to think that someone was made specifically for one person, it was baffling to him. Not only did the idea of commitment send a shockwave akin to the eight-point-zero magnitude earthquake through his body, but the idea of committing to one person blew his feeble little mind. How could someone become so in love with one person? Was it just that it is actually just socially acceptable to have affairs and simply never talk about it? He didn’t understand it. He couldn’t comprehend the rhotic lacing romance novels and movies. How could someone be so obsessed with someone that they devote their whole life to this one person? How could someone be so obsessed with someone that can be happy spending their whole life around someone? Because, certainly, his parents are not happy spending their whole lives together.

  It all fell into place like puzzle pieces in the Summer 1985 when he first laid eyes on Y/N L/N. She worked in the Ladies’ Speciality store on the same floor as Scoops Ahoy. He would see her going to the food court, passing by the Parlour on her way to her shift or leaving for the day. He hadn’t even talked to her and he was infatuated. Not a word was spoken to him from her lips and he was being driven mad by the thought. It wasn’t until Y/N came in to get some ice cream with Robin (the two forming a friendship from working so close together) on her day off before they headed to the community pool that he spoke his first words to her. 

  From there, he was entranced. It all made sense to him. Every poem ever written about the obsession of love. Every line of literature that oozed with the sense of pining. He knew that he was made solely for her. To love her. To hold her. To simply be with her. It was his higher purpose. His calling. He was simply there to be hers. Despite his fumbling attempts at talking to her, Y/N found his dorkiness endearing enough to take a chance on him by making the first move - asking him to call her.  

  Unfortunately, that’s as far as Steve got before getting trapped in a storage room and plummeting into a Russian Underground Base. Her phone number in his passenger seat and the suggestive words of a date hanging in the air of his car from where she uttered them two nights ago. If he hadn’t been trapped and, consequently, kidnapped by Russians, there would be no way in hell Y/N would be at the Fourth of July party with some jock who didn’t even know her favourite ice cream flavour. 

  “I’m sorry,” Steve blinked, a dumb look on his face as he looked at Robin. Robin cocked her head to the side with a roll of her eyes, waiting for Steve to speak as she still held the payphone receiver in the air. “I must have heard you wrong,” He continued, speaking with a chuckle, hoping she was wrong. “‘Cause it sounded like you said that Y/N left you a voicemail saying she was going out on a date tonight-”

  “It’s ‘cause of the giant flesh spider running rampant through Hawkins, isn’t it?” Dustin nodded as if he understood why Steve was so pale after hearing this news. Baffled, Steve and Robin both looked at him as he stood there, sweat staining through his graphic shirt. 

  Opening and closing his mouth like a fish, Steve shot a panicked look between Dustin and Robin. The three of them were off to the side, away from the rest of the scheming groups as Robin checked her voicemail, hoping to hear anything from Y/N to make sure she was okay. “No,” Steve nearly yelled, his voice impossibly high. “Well, now I’m worried about that.” 

  Robin, finally hanging up the phone, sighed. “She said he was taking her to the carnival,” Dread filled Steve. Obviously, Robin noticed since she continued on. “According to Hopper and Joyce, the carnival was untouched by the giant flesh spider-” She gave Dustin a pointed look for wording it that way. “And if this flesh spider is looking for this El girl, Y/N should be safe.” 

  “Again, not what I’m worried about,” Steve stressed, a hand coming up to run through his matted and grimy hair. Blood, sweat, and product weighed his normally fluffy hair down. “I’m more concerned about the fact that she’s out on a date with another guy because I was just trapped in a Russian Base for like three days!”

  Dustin scoffed, causing Steve’s eyes to point angrily at him. “Calm down, Drama Queen. It was like 48 hours,” Dustin looked between Steve and Robin, shrinking slightly as he took in the context of the situation. “Which clearly felt like three days and jeopardised Steve’s chances with Y/N. I can clearly see that now.” 

  Silence enclosed around the three as they stood there. Robin ran the voicemail over in her head, trying to decipher how her new friend felt about this date knowing her feelings for the floppy haired new graduate that currently stood across from her. Dustin, trying to gauge the situation, looked between Robin and Steve before slowly starting to back up in an attempt to remove himself. 

  Steve. Steve was a ball of anxiety. So much so that this made Robin realise that Steve had actually changed. King Steve wouldn’t have cared. King Steve would have just shrugged it off and went off to find his new conquest. She could actually see the doubts and insecurities bubbling to the surface of his mind. “Wow. Nancy Wheeler ruined you, didn’t she?” Robin whispered, but she wasn’t one-hundred percent sure that the words met Steve’s ears. His mind seemed to be screaming too loud for him to hear anything else. 

  “I should’ve just manned up and asked her out,” Steve was beating himself up. Literally. Robin watched, a look of pure shock and bafflement on her freckled face, as he beat a closed fist into an opened hand. Just enough for his already swollen, bruised, and cut face to wince but not enough for it to attract anyone’s attention. “Now, she’s probably having the time of her life with this quarterback who will get a full ride to the University of Alabama or something-” He muttered to himself, the punches continuing, concerning Robin slightly. 

  “Woah, woah, woah,” Robin’s voice cracked slightly as she lunged forward. Gently, her hands grasped Steve’s wrists, keeping him from hitting his hand again. Steve, eyes watering in sheer insecurity, looked at her. Her heart broke for both her new found friends. She knew Y/N wasn’t having the time of her life. A, she hated stereotypical jocks and, if memory serves Robin right, this guy was the quintessential quarterback. B, she wasn’t with Steve - her long-standing crush. Something she admitted to Robin drunkenly. “Go to her.” 

  “What?” Steve’s voice was wobbly. It was soft. 

  “Go to her, Steve. You remember where she lives, you dropped her off that one time when her car wouldn’t start,” She started to explain. “Go to her, tell her how you feel. Lay it all at her feet.” 

  “W-what about everyone else?” He stammered, wide eyes looking towards the cluster of people. Robin waved her hand dismissively, making him look back at her. Her blue eyes were so confident and sure. They were compelling him to listen to her. Confirming that everything will be okay if he just listened to her. 

  They stared at each other, locked in a kind of communication only people destined to be best friends could achieve. “We can survive. We will survive.” She urged him despite the fact that she didn’t believe those words one bit. Swallowing thickly, Steve slowly nodded. Brown eyes casting over the cluster of people. Some he fought side-by-side with for the past two years, some who just joined the battle. They were all probably more capable than Steve at everything. At least, that’s what he tells himself. 

  Squaring his shoulders, he stood to his full height. “I’m going,” He spoke with a firm nod. The kind of nod that sealed some of the best and worst plans in history. “I’m going to her.” Just as the rubber sole of his converse slapped the pristine tile as he started to move towards the exit, unsure of how he’s going to get to Y/N’s place with no car, Hopper’s sharp whistle of his lips stopped him. 

  Seeing a Walkie-Talkie flying through the air, landing right in the scrambling hands of a nervous Dustin, disappointment and dread filled him. He wasn’t going to be able to slip away that easily. He barely listened as Hopper, Dustin, and Erica bickered about how it was best for them to communicate, hoping that whatever the solution was could spare him. His body buzzed with the need to tell Y/N everything. The need to bare his soul to her. The need to be near her - nay. To be hers. 

  The jingle of keys brought him from his locked in zone, letting him catch the keys Hopper was throwing him in time. “Steve’s in charge.” Those words weighted Steve’s soul down to the depths of the bowls of Hell for he knew this night was far from over. 

  “Come on,” Steve gruffed, his drive zeroing in. His sole focus was simply on beating this shit for another time and getting to Y/N as fast as he could. “Let’s kill these bastards.” 

____

  By the time it all fell silent again, rain was pelting down. Once the paramedic’s gave Steve the okay to leave and the firefighters were able to retrieve one of his keys from the Scoops backroom (thank god for cold rooms), he didn’t waste any time speeding off. He knew he should probably change his clothes from something that bore his blood, sweat, and tears, but he simply couldn’t waste another moment. That’s how, after a bout of reckless driving and a few near-misses, Steve was parking on the street, peering into the darkened driveway of Y/N L/N’s house. 

  A moment of hesitation fluttered through him. One thought was about the possibility of her not being home. The other one being the very likely possibility of her being asleep given the late hour. Another thought was about her parents not appreciating a beaten and bloody person professing their love for their daughter. However, a warm glow emitting from an upstairs window and her car being the only one parked in the driveway reassured him enough for him to muster the courage back up to get out of the car. 

  “You just survived two days in a Russian base and an interdimensional creature made of human flesh. You can do this.” He breathed, pumping himself up. Shaking his limbs out, his eyes zeroed in on the front door of her house. Just like a magnet, his body started to be pulled towards her, almost as if it were sure that it was meant to be around her. With a determination greater than the determination he felt to get out of the Russian base, he started to move quicker up her driveway until he was practically running up the rather long driveway, rain pelting his shirt and hair. 

  Standing there, his chest heaved as his back tingled with a mix of excitement and nerves. Before his consciousness could catch up, his finger was jabbing the doorbell repeatedly - much to his own horror. Despite not wanting to continuously ring the doorbell, his finger couldn’t seem to leave it alone until she pulled the door open. It was like his eyes were desperate to see her and his body was doing everything in its power to do just that. 

  “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Even with the muffled voice barely making it through the wooden front door and the sound of socked feet rushing down the stairs, his finger never ceased to stop pushing the doorbell. Part of him hoped that if the Jock did accompany her back to her place, his incessant doorbell ringing was annoying him. The large majority of him, however, was mortified that he couldn’t seem to stop ringing the damn doorbell. Suddenly, the door was pulled open, the burst of air from the movement making her hair wisp back from her face perfectly and Steve was stunned into a stupor, finger pressing on the button. 

  “Steve,” A look of shock crossed her face before it deepened once she caught the sight of his face in the glow of the entryway light. “Oh, my god, Steve!” She breathed out, concern lacing her voice as her hand came up to delicately cover her mouth as she took in his nearly swollen shut eye. 

  He couldn’t muster up any words. Hell, he couldn’t even take his finger off the doorbell. Hesitantly, Y/N reached out. He wasn’t sure if she was scared of him or scared to hurt him, but once her slightly cold fingers met the wet skin of his wrist, he blinked out of the trace he had been lulled into. “I needed to come see you,” His voice was much more hoarse than what it had been earlier. His throat was dry from the lack of water, but his body was becoming more and more exhausted as the seconds ticked by, but he felt energy shooting through him now that he stood in her presence. “Robin told me about your date with the Jock tonight and I couldn’t lose you just because I was kidnapped by Russians for two days.” 

  “You were what,” Y/N blinked, expression dropping from shocked to horrified. “Steve! You need to go to the hospital or the police station! Not to my house! This is serious-” She started fretting, her hands coming up, looking like they were going to lay on his face. His skin tingled in anticipation of her touch on him and his chest heaved as he tried to control his breathing, his eyes darkening, but her hands stilled halfway there. “Does it hurt?” She breathed, hands slightly shaking as her own adrenaline coursed through her.

  Steve, with another surge of confidence, reached his own hands out to grab her wrists gently. Suddenly, as his fingers wrapped around the softness of her skin, he was all too aware that he hadn’t had a shower in two days and probably smelled horrible. On top of it, he was very much aware of the level of grime on his skin. But Y/N didn’t seem to care as her wrists seemed to sink into his hands, relief washing over her at the feel of his touch. “I’m fine. I got checked over by the paramedics, the Feds were there. I am fine,” He reassured her, noting the worry that still swam within the depths of her eyes. “But I needed to come see you. I would have ran here the second I escaped, but I was stopped.” 

  “Probably the paramedics stopped you because you were kidnapped, Steve,” She blinked and in a split second, guilt consumed him for not being able to tell her more. He was sure he would eventually tell her everything, but he didn’t want to scare her off. “But why did you need to see me so badly, you must be exhausted.” She furrowed her eyebrows, eyes flicking over his face. 

  “I needed to tell you how I feel, Y/N. Hearing that you were out with the Jock tonight, I-” He cut himself off, his throat swelling with emotion. “I couldn’t lose you. I couldn’t lose the person I was made for,” His words were like drops of blood dripping from his bleeding heart. “I can’t get enough of you, Y/N. I need to be around you and I’ve never understood the concept of soulmates until I saw you,” Shock crashed against Y/N like a tidal wave. Staring at the beaten and bruised boy, she could only manage to blink her eyes slowly as his words bleed with passion. “Y/N, there is no doubt in my mind that I was made solely to love you.” 

  Those words hung in the air like an anvil ready to squash Steve as his eyes burned into her shell-shocked ones. Her mouth hung open slightly as he could see her brain processing the words her ears just heard. Suddenly, she snapped back to reality, her jaw softly closing as she stood up, eyes as soft as a plush bed - making Steve want to lay within them for the rest of his life. “Oh Steve,” She breathed out, seemingly overwhelmed with the proclamation. Steve’s heart lurched, the anvil dropping an inch. An equally as soft smile as her eyes graced her lips, but it did little to ease Steve’s anxiety. “I thought you were never going to make a move. I thought you didn’t like me like that-” 

  Her words were cut off as Steve grabbed her face in his blood stained and, truthfully, grimy hands. In one motion, his lips nearly jumped on hers, kicking off a feverish kiss. His lips moved against her stunned ones as if she were the water he was so deprived of for two days. As if she were the thing he was derived from for so long. As if she were the air he needed in order to live. 

  He could feel the gentle touch of her fingertips ever so lightly touching his forearms as her lips seemed to match his speed, her body coming to life after falling into the shock of the sudden kiss. Goosebumps marked the trail of her fingertips as they made their way up to his hands. Soon, the warmth of her hands rested over his, just sitting there. Almost as if she was using them to tell if this was real or just a dream. Steve was worried about the same thing but the coldness of the pouring rain hitting his back as the wind blew it under the cover of her porch told him it was all reality.

  Their lungs ached, Steve’s bruised ribs pulsed from his lungs beating against them, begging for air, not realising the lips he was attached to were (in fact) his air. Their chests swelled with warmth, both from their hearts becoming electrified with love and from the burning of their chests screaming from the lack of air. Lips became feverish in desperation as they both realised that, soon, they would have to pull away. Steve hated himself as he reluctantly pulled his lips back ever so slightly, just enough for both of them to suck in air, chests heaving - panting as if they had just ran a marathon. 

  Neither of them opened their eyes, feeling the laboured puffs of breath against their swollen lips as shockwaves of tingles shot through their bodies as if they were still kissing. “Nope,” Steve shook his head. “Not enough yet.” Y/N’s eyes fluttered open out of an act of confusion just in time for Steve’s lips to pounce back onto hers, this time her feet stumbling back from the force, his body crashing flush against hers. A squeak left her lips as she felt like she was going to fall backwards but his hands immediately left her cheeks, flying to her waist to pull her against him even more. 

  “Steve-” She pulled her mouth back slightly, words muffled by his lips still, but the risk of biting either of their tongues lowered, but he shushed her, ready to let his lungs explode if that meant he could keep kissing her. “Steve-” She tried again with a giggle, hands coming up to his chest to hold him back slightly. Finally opening their eyes, Y/N was stunned for a moment as she saw Steve. His lip now swollen, the cut on his lip re-opened and bleeding slightly. His eyes (or the eye that wasn’t swollen shut) nearly blown out as if he were high. Regaining her thoughts, she cocked her head to the side, eyes softening from the heated pools they were seconds ago. “Do you need a place to stay tonight?” She asked, having only caught enough information about his home life to know his parents were barely around and when they were, they barely met the standards of parents, let alone supportive and kind parents.

  Suddenly, and if Steve wasn’t already sure, he knew he had finally found the place in the world he was looking for. He found the purpose of his life. He found the thing he would live and breathe. He found the thing he would even die for. “Actually, yeah.” He said almost sheepishly, realising his house key was on the set of keys the Russians took from him and his parents were away (shockingly). He felt scared, worried that she would think he came here and professed false feelings just so that he could have a place to sleep for the night. 

  His worries were eased with that soft smile slipping upon her swollen lips as she stepped back, Steve’s hands reluctantly letting go of her waist. “Come on in. I’ll even let you shower and sleep in my bed.” She winked, a giggle gracing the dimly lit entryway as she backed up, Steve following immediately - almost like she was luring him into a trance like state just with her beauty. In that moment, he knew he would never get enough of her and he will live everyday trying to give his everything to her.

[kefiteria]

I had a brainstorm and idk if you do au type requests but

Hear me out. Sebek x reader royal au with him as reader's guard. But- but reader falls first, absolutely smitten by him and breaking all unspoken rules of being a monarch

Salt on the Wind, Silence in My Chest

pairing: royal guard! Sebek x monarch! Reader

tags: yearning like rent is due, brief, but it will haunt you in the shower, this fic is 90% restraint, 10% breakdown, the emotional equivalent of watching lovers on a beach while you drown in royal protocol, like White Nights but Sebek's the oath and you're the moon.

a/u🍨: thank you so much for the idea!! im using this to practice my english😭 i wrote this today after trying to clear my mind with a walk by the beach and it backfired💀i saw kids building sandcastles and flying the kite like joy was their birthright. couples laughing like love wasn’t terrifying. strangers sunbathing like they’ve never been haunted. it was all so soft and easy. all i could think was: happiness really does linger in places i don’t belong~✨ your idea reminded me so strongly of White Nights by Dostoevsky—that kind of delicate, quiet ache that sits between love and impossibility. so this happened. TADAAA!!✨ this is a very short read!

Ah—my dear, forgive me, for I know not how to begin without trembling. Even now, as I set a pen to memory, I cannot name what I felt that evening without shame curling like smoke in my chest.

The sun was folding itself into the sea, and I—I stood above it all, watching through the white railings of the eastern balcony. Far below, laughter danced like bright ribbons over the sand; they moved like waves themselves, those people, too young or too free to care for titles and timetables. A boy gave a girl a handful of frothing sea foam, and she kissed him on the cheek as if it were nothing. As if love were as ordinary as breath.

How strange, that I should ache so vividly, so foolishly, for something as simple as that.

Sebek stood behind me, of course. He always did. My shadow, they called him in jest—though never within earshot of him. His posture was always precise, as if sculpted from cold marble, the sword at his hip no heavier than his honor.

I knew better.

Sometimes I imagined I could feel the burden of his devotion pressing down on him, the way I felt the weight of this crown I never asked to wear.

Sometimes I longed to turn to him and ask, “Do you not tire of standing so far away when I am right here?”

But instead, I said, quite quietly, “I envy them.”

Though behind me, a pause.

“My liege?” His voice held that sharp, unwavering cadence. He addressed me as he always had—never as I wanted.

“I envy how freely they love,” I said with a frown while watching the sun melt into the horizon. “Without rule. Without ruin. They have no one to answer to but each other.”

The silence that followed was thick as dusk. I half-hoped he hadn’t heard me. Or perhaps that he had. I did not know which would have hurt less.

“It is not a luxury we possess.” he said at last.

Oh, how noble he looked in that fading light! The fire of the sky caught in his eyes, though they refused to meet mine. His hands were folded behind his back, knuckles pale.

I turned to him—not fully, just enough that I could see the shape of him in the corner of my gaze. The sky behind us was burning itself into embers, and I thought, foolishly, how he looked carved from what the heavens left behind.

Knowing that speaking any louder would unravel me—I asked, “Tell me… if my name held no weight, if I were only someone passing through your life— would your eyes linger a little longer?”

He gave me a flinch. It was small—barely the shift of a breath, a flicker of tension in his jaw—but I saw it. Yet, my heart, poor fool, dared to hope.

His voice came slowly, low and rough, like something torn from a place meant to stay locked

“Do not ask me that,” he uttered, almost a whisper. “Not when you already know the answer would unmake me, my liege.”

“But why?” I asked again—quieter now, though no less certain. There was an intent beneath it this time, something I dared not name aloud. “Would that be enough to tempt you?”

He said nothing, and that nothing swallowed me whole.

I turned away again, ashamed of my cruelty, my hope. How dare I reach for him? For he was not a man. He was a vow. A citadel. A prayer made flesh.

Sebek—like dusk giving way to a star—he broke the silence. It was the kind of sentence that lives in me still— curled quiet beneath my ribs like a secret sun, a candle I dare not touch, flickering every time I remember what it was to almost be loved.

“I have spent every day rewriting my oaths,” he said—his voice, heavens, his voice—unsteady and low, as though he had torn it from a place inside him that had never seen light.

“One by one… just to find a way to love you without calling it treason.”

From the Hand of the Sovereign, penned beneath candlelight:

I have governed provinces and punished traitors, yet my greatest rebellion is to love you in silence.

Let the stars witness what no court shall ever hear:

My heart belongs to the man who never asked for it, yet never looked away.

[iloveyanderes]

EVEN MORE YANDERE/SAGAU IDEAS!!!!!!!!!!! WITH A LITTLE LESS YANDERE ON THE SIDE😉 BECAUSE I FORGOT TO INCORPORATE IT BETTER

1.A girl gets isekai’d after a boy she’d bullied had enough and killed her. She woke up in the body of a really kind girl in genshin that everyone is obsessed with, she decided to pretend to be this girl as a means of survival, as these people would most likely kill her if they found out she wasn’t that kind little girl. Along the way She met a boy who ended up being her first true friend, making her realize what she has done and wrong giving her the courage to want to change. Just when she got better leading to the path of redemption the boy was found dead completely crushing any type of kindness in her heart, she realized all the genshin characters had killed him so she vowed to kill them all but not before ruining all of there lives first(I actually attempted to write this a long time ago on wattpad but it never went into fruition, so this might seem familiar)

2.Small sagau idea but it goes like this: girl has golden blood for a completely different reason then the sagau idea, ends up in genshin and everyone mistakes her for the creator and she's freaking out trying to convince everyone she's not the creator

3.Genshin impact x Ichigo from tokyo mew mew reader. With your transformation, cat ears and tail, and the actual ability to turn into a cat everyone is trying to get a reaction out of you(look online and you’ll understand why) I'd imagine yae would take advantage of it with the whole gorou situation as proof. Also there is no way inazuma doesn’t have a bunch of light novels or manga on magical girls

4.Dragon reader vs bird reader. You’ll get no further explanation

5.Sagau idea where instead of the reader being the creator they are a holy saint/saintness who's supposed to represent the creator as their prophet who will feel nothing but utter devotion when they see the creator. However on the day that you prophesied the creator would descend something goes wrong, when you lay your eyes on them the only thing you feel is fear and disgust. It’s immediately prevalent that This is not the creator but a demon, everyone else believes this to be the creator however so you can’t really do anything without the fear of being killed or worse, so you resolve to find the true creator while pretending to still love this demon. Meanwhile the demon is someone who always believed themselves to be better then the creator, they’re jealousy blinded them until it turned into envy where they wanted to be the creator. Quite literally trapping them down in hell when they were supposed to descend and taking their place. Since they want to be the creator that meant they had to be loved by everyone including you-especially you. The saintness meant to serve the creator and adore they’re every movement, so they casted a charm spell that seemed to work on everyone-except for you. It doesn’t matter they’ll do anything to get your love- because it belongs to them not that creator-they deserve that destiny

6. Not a genshin nor sagau thingy but what if a genshin archon reader accidentally falls asleep(can be any element you want but I chosen dendro for this) and wakes up thousands of years later where teyvat has become nothing but an empty shell, eventually you get picked up by the astral express after wandering the empty planet. you adventure all the new worlds, help the trailblazer while ignoring their weirdness, and find a way to mourn all your lost comrades. It’s discovered that elemental energy had mixed and muddled with each other eventually forming into something more murky and hallow which made the Aeons, you discover this when they start to hunt you down as there obsessed with you and the idea that your the last ‘pure’ being in the universe, something they want to obtain.

[arcana-greenleaf]

May I request Demetri finding his mate? I'd love for her to be a bookworm, plus size if you don't mind, I mean sweaters, tons of To Be Read piles, glasses, hair bows, fuzzy blankets, the whole thing. 🥰🥹😭 I think he would be soft with a girl like that(I'm SO not projecting...) I can't get over how amazing your work is 😭🥹

Hehe, another fun request, thank you! <3 Demetri might be a bit OOC here, but honestly? I too am a sucker for soft Demetri. Thank you so much for the support, I appreciate it more than you know! Enjoy! 📖💖

Demetri never expected his mate to be human. Much less someone so… soft?

He first finds her in a dimly lit bookstore, curled up in a reading nook with a massive hardcover, completely oblivious to the world.

She’s wrapped in an oversized sweater that complements her eyes and her glasses are gradually sliding down her nose, requiring her to push them back up every so often.

As far as Demetri can see her hair is held back with a little bow and there is a steaming mug of tea on the table beside her.

She looks like a painting that he would name ‘a perfect picture of warmth and comfort’.

When she finally notices him she pushes her glasses up once again and offers a polite smile before returning to her book.

He’s captivated.

"What are you reading?" he asks, his voice smooth as velvet.

She blinks up at him, clearly startled by his presence, and stammers something about a historical romance.

His lips twitch in amusement and he makes a mental note to read the book later to understand what has her so entranced.

He quickly becomes a huge part of her life.

Demetri notices she often forgets to eat or drink when she’s too absorbed in a book, so he starts bringing her little snacks and gently nudging her to take a break.

She hesitates at first when he compliments her, brushing it off, but Demetri makes it his mission to ensure she knows how utterly magnificent he finds her.

He adores her reading nook, her towering TBR piles, the way she annotates her favourite books with tiny notes in the margins and pastel sticky notes, the way she organises her books on the shelves, the way she enthusiastically retells him the plot of the book she is currently reading.

He loves to tease her. "I found my mate & she’s more interested in fictional men than in me."

If she falls asleep with a book in her lap he will carefully remove it, mark the page and drape a fuzzy blanket over her.

If anyone so much as looks at her the wrong way, his usual easy charm disappears while his terrifying side emerges. But around her? He’s gentle. A knight sworn to a queen she doesn’t even realize she is.

She is constantly ranting about books and Demetri is so soft for it. He just sits there, chin resting on his hand, watching her with complete and utter devotion while she goes on and on.

"And then – oh my god – he sacrificed everything for her, and she still thought he didn’t love her! Like, HELLO?!"

He hums, amused. "A tragedy, truly."

"RIGHT?"

Honestly he has no idea what’s happening, but she’s happy, so he’s happy.

Sometimes she gets self-conscious about rambling but he immediately shuts that down.

"I could listen to you talk for eternity, darling."

Demetri might be couple of millenniums old but he does not understand the concept of fuzzy blankets.

"Dearest, why do you require this?" "Because it’s cozy?"

He lifts the edge of the blanket with a single finger while staring at the softness as if it offends him. "It is unnecessary. You have me."

"Okay but you don’t come in an oversized, fluffy, warm, machine-washable form."

"Machine-washable?" He repeats, deeply unimpressed. "I am eternal."

She just snuggles deeper into the blanket, murmuring, "Mmm. But is your eternity fleece-lined?"

He loses to the blanket multiple times before he finally starts to understand the appeal.

Demetri quickly learns that a "quick stop" at the bookstore is never really a quick stop.

"Only five minutes, I just need one book."

Forty-five minutes later, Demetri is holding an entire stack while she debates between two editions of the same book.

"This one has deckled edges," she explains. "But this one has sprayed edges. The struggle is real."

Demetri, a vampire with infinite patience, simply stares at her.

Eventually, she just gets both and like a proper gentleman he insists he pays for them.

He loves watching her push her glasses up when they slide down her nose or how she peeks over the frames when she’s suspicious of something.

Sometimes, she loses them and panics. "Demetri, have you seen my…oh."

He’s already holding them out to her with a smirk. "You mean these?"

"...How long have you had them?"

"Long enough to enjoy the show."

One time he tries them on. instant regret

"How do you see through these?" He scowls, blinking rapidly. "This is horrific."

"That’s what I’m saying!" she exclaims. "Now you know my pain!"

He immediately takes back every time he ever teased her about misplacing them. She’s fighting for her life out here.

One day as a joke, she puts one of her bows on him.

A baby pink, frilly hair bow, right on top of the Volturi’s most dangerous tracker.

"...You will remove this," he says, deadpan.

She just grins. "But you look adorable."

The rest of the Volturi are in shock when Demetri walks through the halls with it still in his hair.

Aro is delighted. "Ah, young love!"

Felix and Jane are dying. They will never let him live that down.

Demetri sighs and accepts his fate. He can never say no to her.

She gets excited about romance tropes and tries to get him to recreate them with her.

"Demetri, we need to do the one bed trope."

"But dearest, we share a bed every night."

"No, no. You have to complain about it first, then dramatically sigh before giving in."

He humours her, dramatically throwing himself onto the bed. "Fine! But only because there’s no other option."

She giggles and cuddles up to him.

He secretly loves how invested she is in this.

Then she reads a book where the love interest casually leans against the doorway, arms crossed, looking lovinglyat the main character.

Once again she convinces Demetri to try it.

He props himself up against the doorframe, all smirks and sharp jawline, literally like he just walked out of a book.

"Like this, love?" he asks, his voice like silk.

"Mmmhmm," she nods with a blush, suddenly forgetting every coherent thought.

He pushes off the frame with a pleased smile.

He does it randomly now just to see her flustered reaction.

She is constantly giving him book recommendations.

"Demetri, this one has an intense, brooding, immortal love interest. It’s literally you."

He flips through the pages. "So, I’m a ‘tortured soul with a tragic past and a poetic way of speaking’?"

"Well… yeah."

He smirks. "Flattering, really."

He actually does read them (because it makes her so happy).

The best part? He engages in serious discussions afterward.

"I must say, darling, this hero is hardly as brooding as you claimed. If he were truly tormented he wouldn’t monologue so much."

[darylsfavoritegirl]

It's very awkward to post after so long. This is not proofread so it probably has a lot of mistakes I'll edit after posting lol I just wanna put something out here. This has been on my drafts forever. There'll be a part 2!! (hopefully). I got me some ideas for this type of plot!!

Summary: Right after losing the prison, y/n loses her way and stumbles upon that jerky group daryl had to deal with. They unite and all.

Your hand went out to the unyielding fingers covering your mouth as you breathed harshly through your nose.

The guy behind you yanked your arm to your back, forcing you to stay still. There you were, trapped among a couple of men and even with Daryl, they outnumbered you.

Your heart's beating made you lightheaded. You were already hungry and the pit in your stomach grew more obstinate.

"Easy, Len." The chubby one shouted lightly with a half-grin tugged on the curls of his lips.

"Joe'll want her nice and neat." He leered through you with half-lidded eyes as if a starved bear. His body reeked with eagerness that turned your stomach upside down.

A minute passed as his men started looking around bewilderedly.

Your heart skipped a beat. He was leading them to your camp with Daryl. You shut your eyes screwed as Len's enthusiastic breathing tickled the back of your neck.

"Been watchin' this bitch. She's got a boyfriend somewhere 'round here."

Your eyes burned as he kept sniggering behind your ear. His pitiful friends started to laugh your ears off alongside him.

You yelped against his palm pressing harshly against your lips as you shook your arms, trying to free yourself.

"Oh, oh easy attagirl." He came close near your neck, whispering into your ear.

"Shut that little mouth for your sweetheart's dear life."

A tear slided down your cheek onto his knuckles. It was out of pure rage and how you couldn't do a thing about it.

"Seeing how she resisted us... Joe will want someone like her." Another man uttered as questions pondered your head. Who was this man?

"Yeah yeah yeah."

You could feel Len shaking his head in a fancy way as if mocking.

"But first, we'll have our fun.. am I right gentlemen?" He chuckled behind your ear as your vision darkened.

Your vein on your neck throbbed against your ear as their rigid laughs filled the air before they all turned around harshly.

Len forced you around aswell, and there he was, Daryl, his crossbow looking directly into Len's forehead as he spoke in a commanding voice. They could outnumber him, outpower him yet he was the one with his lethal weapon, catching them off guard.

"If ya lay hands on 'er, consider yerself a dead man."

Your eyes followed the chickened-out Len who-was-yet trying to stand his post like a devoted soldier. After all, he had the numbers.

"If you are a smart man, you'd drop that crossbow of yours to the ground." He demanded, his eyes peeking along his men as if seeking verbal support.

"We got your girl, don't we?" He forced a chuckle.

"Nah. Handling a whole bunch o' pricks ain't never been trouble." He whispered under his breath, not taking his eyes off of the man holding you hostage.

"You've got some balls, I'll give you that."

His mockery grew denser as Daryl was not acknowledging your presence yet your gaze never left his face and his firm stance.

"But see, you ain't gonna win this. You'd be-"

All of your heads turned to the sound of someone clicking their tongue in the middle of the woods behind some bush.

There appeared a man looking in his middle or late 50s with distinctive features bearing his face. You heard one of the men softly huff "Joe.." as you exchanged glances back and forth.

"That ain't very nice now is it Len?" He inquired, not masking his letdown filled with an uncanny stare.

"We- we were bringing these two right to you." He stuttered, you felt his grip loosening on your back. You heard his chapped lips forcing a smile, a smile without the eyes.

"Then why the hell that fella over there holding his crossbow at your skull point?" He smiled, trying to look inviting to you, nonetheless you wouldn't buy it.

"Got his baby-doll over here." He chuckled, putting on a confident manner.

The man they called Joe, smiled.

"Son o'va bitch is a chatter." Daryl said. You turned your head to him for a brief moment as he kept pogging Len with his dark-eyed stare.

"Let go of her." He shook his fingers at the two of you as you felt him letting go completely.

You massaged your wrists as you gazed at Daryl through your brows. If you were alone, you'd just bolt as fast as you could, only you weren't and you had no weapons whatsoever.

Joe came closer to him, only leaving a distance with the crossbow between them.

"You ain't very friendly." Joe expressed and yet again you felt that ear-offing, jambering on tone in his voice.

Daryl stayed silent, his solid gaze never left Joe's. Joe was inches away from death, even so, he kept making senseless, unnecessary comments.

"Well, can he talk?" He asked his men, chuckling at his own statement.

"Wer' leavin' " Daryl grunted as he didn't move or lower his crossbow.

Joe looked bewildered.

"Trust me, some of us are more hospitable."

Daryl finally lowered his crossbow.

"That ain't appealing ta me."

"Wer' goin' " He took a step ahead, Joe placing his arms on his ribs to stop him. Daryl initially glared down at his forearm then to his eyes, giving him a penetrating stare.

"No need for any o'us ta get hurt." Daryl glared at him obstinately

"See, that's right. So why don't you come with us? You don't seem like you got a group out there." He held out his hands extravangtly. He, then turned to you, his eyes sizing you up.

"Why don't you put some sense into your boyfriend over there?" He asked you as you sharpened your stare, then gaze at Daryl.

"I mean, trust me. You don't wanna die out there all alone." He chuckled loudly, vibrating the leaves and bushes all around you.

You stood there, mulling over your odds out there. It was just the two of you, plus both of you had no idea if any of your friends were even alive.

A part of you wanted to be part of someting greater. Safe to say, your prospects of surviving even with a gang like that were more favorable than it was with you two only.

The other part of you felt like you didn't have much of a say in this. Consequently this Joe guy was only asking you out of the little-to+none courtesy he persuaded he had in himself.

You'd spent your life with men like him. It was either with physical force or the presumed kindness and the virtue. Daryl had thought the same all along, you saw the little sparkles fade in his eyes when you looked up. This was the new world order.

Joe must've seen both of your features soothen that he clapped his hands dramatically and made a "Ha" sound.

You'd walked a few hours, exchanging secret glances with Daryl.

When you'd taken a break after walking for hours at an abandoned gas station was when Daryl embraced his arms all around you without saying a word as you were trying to figure at how to shatter a vending machine glass.

You were kneeling down, your palm was pressing your forehead as if trying to remember something long forgotten as your eyes were screwed shut.

It was like you'd totally forgot his presence, bearing you from walkers or more to say -something you both didn't wanna admit or had the heart to say it to eachother- bearing you from the gang of rural vigilantes you happened to join.

For a second, he knelt besides you, his crossbow still at hand with a brawny grip when you felt his arms go around you, followed by you getting up reflexively.

For a moment, you froze. Your eyes were stuck on a walker lurking around feets away you. Your hands stayed put, this had never happened before.

Then your heart melted into his. You noticed his heart beat going faster against your chest. You gulped, which made an out of the blue sound and you hoped he didn't notice. He didn't.

Then one of your arms started embracing his neck slowly while the other went over the back of his shoulders. You were sure you didn't go tighter with your hugging yet did it feel like you were suffocating him with your clutch.

His head fell to the crook of your neck, breathing lightly against your bare skin that goosebumps started swell.

" 'M jus' glad yer alright."

He, then broke the embrace, however your arms were still around his neck. You gazed deep into his eyes, aspiring to see something you'd never seen in those heavy, forever serious eyes.

"I'm fine, and you?" You tilted your head forward and gave him a begging stare through your lashes.

He let go of your waist and nod his head in agreement as he kept biting his bottom lip and eyeing you up and down.

You knelt down again, trying to look occupied incase any of them popped up infront of you.

Daryl was still standing, when you lifted your gaze to check him out was the time you were blinded with the sunny sun shine and his face wasn't visible. Too shadowed, too dark.

"What's wrong?" You asked as you kept working on the vending machine with an adjustable wrench.

He started speaking as if he was contemplating all along.

"If things go south, ya be the first one ta run off."

You furrowed your brows as you turned your head to his direction. There was the dazzling sunlight again, hence you shielded your eyes with your hands.

"And let them skin you alive?" You inquired. You knew the answer, yet you sensed to speak about it as to put sense into him.

He maintained his silence as you felt your rage run through you. You got up, the tool still in your hand and you squeezed it like you could break metal.

Your eyes cut right through him yet he stayed put.

"Daryl?"

He rested his body weight on one leg and kept staring at you.

"Those assholes kno' damn well how ta get a reaction outta someone." He lowered his eyelids.

"If sumthing goes down, I need ya gone."

"Right up."

"Ya hear me?"

Your eyes scanned him for a while with a wrinkly forehead. You didn't know which words to utter.

"I won't leave you." You said low as your eyes were trapped on the pavement 10 feets away from you.

You heard him letting out a sigh as you followed him with your eyes. You were beyond bewildered.

-End of Part One-

[lilacxquartz]

fade through you; krobus x f!reader

plot: after watching you break your heart time and time again, krobus tries to offer you support but ends up confessing his own feelings in the process — cw/themes: so much angst, fem reader, mutual pining, feelings realisation — w.c: 1.9k

a/n: this doesn’t include smut it will when i write more about it in july. :) also a bit fluffier than a lot of my doom things, but the theme is a struggle with feelings that both don’t know how to properly process

for june of doom, day 15: “please”/touch starved • read on ao3 • more event stories • masterlist

It was a curious thing living as a shadow.

To both lurk and live in the darkness. To give people that creeping uncertainty that they could have sworn to have seen something from the corner of their eyes, and for the most part, Krobus was used to being ignored either accidentally, or wilfully, but ultimately, never by you.

Not when you made him feel so utterly seen.

You took him in from the cold depths of the sewers and into the warmth of your home, which was something that he could never forget and ever since then, he couldn’t help but see you in a light that wasn’t adoring. That wasn’t close to worshipful. That wasn’t built on pure and utter devotion—

However, for a while—he thought that he could ignore these feelings to not bother you with them—but then came those times when you started to show interest in the townsfolk. He’d often see glimpses of you going through just about everything he could think of. Things like tears staining your pillow when someone said or did something painful or the flowers that would bloom and wilt by the time whoever it was would drop out of your life.

Nobody—none of those people—got you quite like he didn’t because, behind the moments you showed to everyone else, you left a lot of yourself hidden. Except to him who saw it all.

Maybe that’s why he loved you as much as he did.

This meant that, whenever you stormed back home feeling as upset as you sometimes did, clad in your good clothes—he could just assume that this was the cause of someone else.

Krobus, during such times, would approach you however carefully he could, often pushing forward a cup of tea and hoping that it would be enough.

Like today, for instance.

You came back home with your eyes all puffy and your cheeks stained red from the sheer amount of crying you had subjected yourself to. You didn’t even greet him when you arrived either, diving straight into bed and refusing to budge.

He left it steaming on the nightstand table and took a step back, trying to figure out if it was a good idea to approach further or to just leave you alone altogether.

In the end, however, his love for you won out and he took a seat at the edge of the bed while your face was buried in a pillow.

“Am I unlovable?” you asked him, your voice sounding muffled into the soft cushioning of the fabric. You pulled back ever so slightly, looking at him with those tear-stained eyes. “It just feels like…” you continued with a hoarse tone, “that I’m always the second choice, no matter how much I try. I know I moved in here later than everyone else but still… it hurts so much…”

Krobus hovered near you like a stormy rain cloud. He wanted to cry with you because he knew the effort that you put into seeking out such relationships. You weren’t doing so to cause trouble or anything of the sort, but out of genuine interest. He also knew that some of the townsfolk were less subtle in their affections towards people they long passively liked and that this town was small enough to not be able to avoid such instances. It was a recipe for disaster in the making.

He blinked as he tried to think of a suitable response. “You’re not unloveable,” he murmured, trying to keep things light. “Far from it.”

“Then why,” you bitterly sniffled, “does it always end up like this?”

He tried to sit closer because he knew that you wouldn’t mind. He didn’t reply to your question after, but he did know that sometimes just being there was often enough. Still, though, he couldn’t push away the feelings of his own as he was left to stew away in the silence. All that Krobus wanted was to reach out and hug you close, to soothe the pain, to kiss away the tears, to.. to—

But he couldn’t. Of course not.

He wasn’t human.

He couldn’t even compare to anyone that you must have liked.

Such a realisation ate away at him like a sickness, too. He shouldn’t even be thinking this way. He should be focusing on you in this delicate moment. Not his own feelings.

Krobus cleared his throat, trying to settle both matters at once. Just holding you close would be enough.

“Can I perhaps…” he started.

Your head lifted once more as you took in his wishing and flickering form. He was quite beautiful, you thought, what with the way the shadows flickered and snapped around his body like black candlelight.

“May I give you a hug?” he asked. “Please.”

You thought about the gesture for a moment before branching out your arm to meet with his leaning form, but all you did was pass through him. You both blinked in surprise as your arm fell onto the mattress and so did he.

Within an instant, he snapped up and backed away a little. He knew that he had no right at all to be the one upset—especially since this moment was yours—but for him to have been allowed to gain closeness only for it to have faltered, hurt so much. More than anything he could think of. He picked himself up from the bed as a result and backed away as far as he could, returning to the shadows so that he could calm himself down in a place unseen.

“I-I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely heard as he retreated, sounding and feeling mortified.

You shot out after him, sounding half panicked at the sudden distance he was putting in between you both. “Hey wait,” you said, sitting up, “please don’t push me away. I love that you tried—“

“—but it was for selfish reasons,” Krobus confessed, “I wanted you to find comfort in me so that you could move on, but I couldn’t even offer you that. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have tried—“ he gasped, his breath catching as he struggled to reign in his words, “please forgive me. I don’t want to guilt you. I only wish for you to not be upset.”

You paused as he said that, tilting your head slightly in confusion. Your hands curled around the edge of the bed, your fingers clawing at the loosely fit bedsheet. “Guilt me?” you repeated. “Krobus, please. You could never. You’re always here when I need you to be. You just wanted to help me feel better and that’s okay. I would do the same for a friend in need.”

Maybe that’s what stung him the most, because he was, at best, your strange roommate who preferred the shadows. He wasn’t even human. His words hitched in his throat as he struggled to ask you what you truly saw him as—if he was deluding himself by thinking that there could be more.

“I want…” he began, teetering on the edge of admission, “…to be your comfort in a way that goes beyond the simple company,” he finally said, taking a shaky step forward before continuing, “I want to be with you in the way that others do. I want to gather you flowers and gift them to you, not just change the stale water as they rot away on the kitchen table. I want to hold your hand. I want to walk in step with you and not loom from behind. I want to—“ he said, abruptly stopping himself, just barely pressing on. “I want to—“

“To… to—“ he gulped, unable to will the words out.

(How was he supposed to say that there was nothing more that he wanted from this world than to hold you and never let go without scaring you away?)

A silence thick with tension hung heavily in the air after that moment, but then he pushed on, forcing himself to admit everything.

“I want to do more than just be there for you,” Krobus rounded up softly. “It’s devastating to me that I can touch the earth that you put love into and the tools to make it happen That I can take what we both sow and bake you bread that you then eat, and sleep on the bedding I pick out for you, and yet, I can’t connect with you the very same.”

You gulped, taking a step forward out of bed. “You feel that way too?”

Krobus blinked. “Too?”

“Krobus, I…” you tried to admit, finding it suddenly difficult to talk. “I have been pushing myself more than I should because of a silly realisation on my end,” you tried to say. “I thought that it was an impossible thought. You were just being so domestic and kind and always there for me in a way that nobody else can compare and when I put myself out there, all I end up is disappointed that they’re not you.”

You bridged the gap between you both with a few strides forward. Somehow the shadows that emitted from his felt as if they had more weight—more heat—more spark. Was it because you were both in his element? A tentative hand reached out, provoking a gasp from both of you as when you touched him, you could both feel it.

“Is this the only way?” he whispered, daring to believe. “Can I only love you if we both can’t see one another?”

“It seems so,” you softly replied, “but that’s not so bad is it? I can feel you, Krobus.”

“It feels cruel,” he admitted, but then he encircled his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. “I will take it though because I love you so—“

He stopped himself but you reciprocated with something that wasn’t a rejection, but a mirror into his feelings.

“—Me too,” you admitted.

“I love you so much,” he completed his speech that time.

Another thought entered his mind as he realised the closeness of both of your bodies, feeling the unresolved tension between you push you closer into his form. Admittedly, he wanted to do more than just a hug. He was certain that you could feel it too, what with how his once fluid body stiffened, with how flustered your cheeks grew.

“I—“ you started, surprised by your own reaction.

Krobus couldn’t say much. “Y-you feel it too?”

You nodded tensely into his form. “Yeah…”

The air crackled between you both and all of the pain, the hunger and everything else that had ever wedged itself in the middle came to light. From such a realisation came no turning back; both from you hiding in the potential affections of others who couldn’t compare and from Krobus pushing down the feelings he could no longer deny.

This was both thrilling, but also terrifying to him, because if he were to give into this need that almost violently consumed him—then goodbye went the quiet, almost serene sort of intimacy—and hello to a love that couldn’t be replaced. His body ached with want and need as he tightened his hold around you, not quite ever wanting to let you go.

But then just as swiftly, loosening his grip and sobbing into your shoulder as soon as it was all realised.

“Don’t cry,” you assured him, not quite understanding the full extent of his frustrations. “I’m sure it will all work out now that we know how we both feel.”

Krobus choked back a continued sob but nodded all the same. “I’ll make sure it does,” he softly replied, “because I don’t think I can just move on from something like this.”

[ivystoryweaver]

Day 14: You Never Said Anything (Leto Atreides)

Angstember Prompt Post || Word Count: 1.2k Leto Atreides x reader who would wear a wedding dress/makeup/has boobs

The warm tenor timbre of his voice drifts down the corridor upon his arrival - the sound of it sending servants scurrying and your heart racing. Misty eyes flutter closed as you sharply inhale, disturbing the final touches your cousin is putting on your makeup.

She asks if you're well and you insist you need a breather. Gathering your wedding gown in trembling hands, you scurry along familiar passageways, hoping for merely a glimpse of him, while unaware of his invitation to the wedding.

You find him in a place you used to rendezvous, in the east wing, standing as stoic as the statues surrounding him.

"Leto..."

At the sound of his name on your lips, he meets your searching gaze, the breadth of his shoulders rising and falling dramatically. His eyes flicker, dancing away as he presses plush lips into a fine line.

"What grants me the honor of the bride's presence on her wedding day?" He chokes out, almost flinching as your gentle hand lands upon his arm. The mighty Duke of House Atreides weakens for you.

"I didn't know you would come. I had no idea," you breathlessly utter.

"I was invited," he simply responds, jaw clenching.

Your hand drops defeatedly. "Will you at least look at me?"

His boots shuffle forward, toe-to-toe with your delicate slippers. He fully regards you then, eyes wide open, and in them, you can see straight to his soul.

“You’re breathtaking,” Leto whispers, stealing your own breath along with this stolen moment with someone else's bride-to-be. He doesn't dare touch something so beautiful - someone not his. Earthen eyes tenderly trace the contours of your face as his corded neck bobs uncertainly above the collar of his pristine uniform.

"Thank you." Your eyes dip demurely under his gentle scrutiny. You clench your fingers into fists by your sides, the ache to rake them through his curls overwhelming. "H-how is your son?"

Chin tipping up proudly, he recognizes the question for what it is: a reminder that he exited your life and you are about to start a new one. "He's growing fast. Smart. Devoted to his studies and training."

"That's wonderful," you sincerely nod, but pause, realizing there are few pleasantries you can exchange before addressing, or ignoring, what pulses beneath the surface.

“I’ve missed you.” The words escape your lips almost without your mind’s consent, but you can’t waste the opportunity to utter them. Placing your gloved hand over his, you allow your body to lean in, eyes misting with the torrent of emotion he elicits. “I wished for this. To see you one more time.”

“I thought it was my wish - this moment,” he admits, tilting his head to catch your gaze once more. “To see you happy before…”

He drags in an uncertain breath, a vulnerability he’s not likely to expose to many.

“Before what?” You’re holding hands now, whispering, huddled together in a manner far too intimate for one betrothed.

“Before I’m gone.” His eyes darken as his jaw squares. Shoulders straighten as his body tries to convince him, and you, that he is ready for his duty. “The Emperor has ordered House Atreides to Arrakis, to oversee the production of spice.”

“He wouldn’t,” you protest.

“He has. It is done.”

“Let me speak with him,” you plead. “He is my father’s cousin. Let me intercede on your behalf. I know your heart is with Caladan.”

“There is no call House Atreides does not answer,” Leto proudly reminds you.

You bitterly chuckle at the notion of the loyal, stoic obedience of House Atreides. It broke your heart long ago.

“So you came to say goodbye then?” Your lip trembles at what this directive could mean for him and his house.

The deep wrinkle between his eyes softens as he braces himself for your final moments together.

“I came to wish you well.” His eyes drop to your joined hands. “And bid you farewell.”

You turn away from him then, head dropping as fresh tears sting your eyes.

“I wanted this to be you today, Leto. Not him,” you openly confess.

He sighs, the starched fabric of his uniform shifting as he eases around in front of you.

“As did I. Truly.”

“Truly? You never said anything,” you gasp, shaking your head forlornly. “You just let me go.”

A tormented sadness ghosts over his face as he realizes… “No, the Emperor forbade it. I thought you knew. I thought you agreed.”

“How could I know? You never said anything.”

“Oh my love,” he gasps, pulling you instantly into his strong embrace. You melt against the solid heat of his chest, fists grasping at his uniform jacket. His mouth seeks yours out, roughly covering your lips with his own.

Long fingers wind behind the nape of your neck as he tilts his head, dragging his lips against yours until his tongue parts the seam of your lips for a deeper taste. You feel the heat of his breath, the flush of his skin, and as the hand wound around you finds the fullness of your hip through your wedding gown, he squeezes possessively.

Tongue rolling over yours, he devours you, releasing your neck to drag his palm down over the swell of your breast, cupping underneath it. A moan spills from your mouth to his and you do finally twist your fingers into the curls at the base of his neck.

Any sense of propriety leaves you as he molds your body to his, and you feel certain if you didn't hear footsteps falling along the corridor that you would give yourself to him completely.

"Come away with me," he pleads on your ear, holding you against him for a brief eternity before his son appears in the doorway. He quickly but tenderly dismisses the boy as you rush to make yourself presentable.

Noticing he's smeared your makeup and ruffled your stunning gown pulls a sincere apology from his lips.

"Forgive me. It's your wedding day. I shouldn't." He doesn't know what else to say. Your life is here. Your future is here. He cannot shuttle you away to Arrakis to wilt in the desert heat.

"I would...come with you," you softly admit, eyes searching for his, to ground him here, to keep him in your sight, close to you for a few divine moments longer.

"But the Emperor forbids it," he restates the obvious, "and you are to be married to a man of his choosing."

"Leto," you cry, reaching for his face, brushing your fingers through his thick beard, "what can we do?"

You squeeze your eyes shut and brace for the only answer he could ever give.

"We will do our duty. We must."

"What is duty without love?" You protest, wishing he would hold you like he did moments before, but knowing he never will again. "Would you really take me with you?"

"No," he answers resolutely, brown eyes darkening. "But I will come back for you...if that is what you wish." Touching his forehead to yours, he caresses your cheek tenderly. "But understand: you could have love here. The love of your family, your friends. Even him. And someday, the love of a child. There's no other love like it, I assure you."

"It's you I love," you insist, kissing him one final time.

You have a choice to make. Marry today or wait for the Duke of House Atreides, until the Emperor's task for him on Arrakis is complete.

If only you could have seen then, it would be a lifelong wait.

Angstember Masterlist | Leto Masterlist | Main Masterlist

[sqvishii]

Hi, there! :D

Finally Silver's content and it is my obligation to brainstorm some ideas or scenarios with him

Ok taking into account that he can travel between dreams, imagine a scenario where he travels to the reader's dreams and in that dream the reader longs for another person from his original world (maybe a crush?)

Silver discovers this a little hurt so he will try to be better than that person by demonstrating his virtues trying to impress the reader. I think that a sadder scenario is that the soft dreams he had with the reader are not reciprocated and soon turn into ugly nightmares of the reader returning to his world, finally being with his beloved person.

In a Yandere route I think this can get twisted in the sense that he tries to brainwash the reader by trying to make each dream just between him and the reader. Even if he had to take matters into his owns hands, that person is just a bothersome thought that his loved one doesn't need to remember. 💔

HELLO AKAKKAKGAGIKRF HI AS I PUT MY HANDS ON YOUR SHOULDERS AND SCREAM AT YOU AFFECTIONATELY <33

this scenario reminds me of a fanfic of mine, lets do it :33

silver is obviously hurt once he sees the fact that you're holding hands with another person in your dream, only to find out that it was your crush.

he was obviously devestated. what do you mean you loved another person that isn't him!? he's practically sulking the entire day, avoiding you for the past few days until he finally snapped out of it.

so what if you had a crush? he'll prove to you that he can be better than them, by means of strength and intelligence, he'll have this unspoken rivalry with [character] until you fall in love with him.

and yet, when his eyes close and he finds himself sleeping, he wakes up with cold sweat dripping down his forehead and shaky hands, he hated this. he hated the fact that the usual lovey-dovey dreams he had of both you and him have become a nightmare.

a nightmare where his love wasn't reciprocated.

a nightmare where you were with another.

a nightmare where you didn't love him.

after a few months, it slowly drives him mad- this.. crush of yours with [character] is so stupid! why bother for falling in love with someone else when he's over there, hopelessly chasing after you and giving you all his love!?

but, realizing you hadn't had the chance to confess to your said crush, he quickly began thinking of multiple solutions until he got it.

make your dreams filled with him and only him.

of course, it starts small at first. silver making small appearances in your dreams such as being in the background, after some time, he obviously starts talking to you or some physical contact.. but it was weird how you felt him, you were pretty sure this is a dream.

right? right, so you shook it off. his appearances build up dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream-

where was [character]?

what are you talking about?

you find yourself in a garden, seeing silver with that handsome smile and a bouquet of flowers (morning glory/asagao) in his gloved hands as he stood underneath the cherry blossom tree, a cliche type of confession, but it does the trick.

as you approach, he gives you that look where his eyes look at yours, love and devotion was the only thing present as he utters those words.

"i love you."

you know he does, he really does.

otherwise, he would get sick of saying the same thing countless times in this damned samsara loop.

[glitter-stained]

You don't have to answer all if you don't want! :p

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

M - Your favorite fanart or fanartist

N - Your favorite fanfiction or fanauthor

O - Choose a song at random, which OTP does it remind you of

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go

Heyo daisybell, thanks for the ask!

N. I answered here- and I want to reiterate that you people are cruel for wanting me to pick a favourite.

B- Dickbabs! When I first got into fandom, my perception of Dickbabs was mostly aged down Barbara, Robin/Batgirl (which I'm neutral/uninterested for) or Nightwing/Batgirl (which I really really don't like) so I didn't see the appeal, but it turns out you can do whatever you want and shipping is fun and fuck Tom King -I unfortunately don't recall who first had the idea but someone mentioned Nightwing/Oracle with the original age gap between the two and I'm like hey you know what now that sounds interesting. Also I'm a very enthusiastic multishipper and with Barbara I gotta be honest I love her a cheater (especially when she doesn't realize she's doing it)/having a bit of a harem. She will make you fall in love with her and it is going to ruin your life and she might not even realize it meanwhile it's going to haunt you for the rest of your life. Anyway I like the idea of Barbara considering Dick kinda like a fun refreshing adventure and not really interested in committment contrasting with Dick's utter devotion, with a touch of miscommunication because Dick kinda just assumes that the relationship means the same for her as it does for him and meanwhile there's a reason she never put words on it or had a conversation about it, and thought he was on the same page. Add to that some more control issues and deep desire for freedom and independence from both of them and there you have a Dickbabs dynamic I actually really like. (Let me never be accused of only enjoying healthy ships).

M-again? No no no no. I will not. I shan't. I will not pick a favourite. Get compilationed, idiot:

Starspilli + aylendoesart + kartsie + daredevil-vagabond + Faalthien + lukewarmcomic + apples-jpeg + miasonwing + strange-birb + Under the starlitsky + tigerjpg + qweenofurheart + Enfernalinferno + tamagi-aki + ky-landfill + s-darli'g-art

Anyway shout out to all these amazing artists I've found, the list is non-exhaustive this is just a bunch of those who inspire me when writing!

O-maybe because I made the rena playlist recently and have been listening to it a lot but yeah All the Dying by Mother Mother, aside from being a great fucking song in general, is so jayrena to me. Specifically during the period where they're separated and the "choir" type music at the end is Rena finding Red Hood crucified. I've made so many jayrena edits to this songs in my head it's on loop. Ugh I love them sm.

S- large deep dark brown eyes for Jason. Yes I know it doesn't match the large majority of canon but it should. Why? Brown eyes are so beautiful and deserve so much more love and I hate that dc is allergic to brown eyes and because Jason is my favourite character he should get my favourite eye colour. If they can be inconsistent about his appearance all the time they can afford to be inconsistent in a way that suits my taste for once. + deer in headlights look when jaybin exploded + deer in headlights look in the batarang incident, batman 138, ethiopia 2.0, the rhato 25 thing if we really want to include it, batman 148, joker mwsl, etc etc. Or in my personal universe, when he gets crucified, when he wakes up and realizes he's not dead, that one time he gets time-looped, that one time he gets himself kidnapped on purpose, etc etc etc. Basically just I love giving Jason a deer in headlights look (especially when he's also covered in blood). But mostly it's because brown eyes are pretty. Also ik people like lazarus mood ring eyes- I raise you -golden mood ring eyes (because golden lazarus pits look great). So brown eyes that maybe grow gold when he's getting in "the zone" (deeply focused and about to kill someone). But mostly just, big beautiful brown eyes.

Z- Have you guys ever heard of the second Crimson Avenger ? (<- yes I know I'm the most annoying person on earth what are you gonna do). She's a maybe undead spirit and also the avatar of the spirit of vengeance. My theory is Geoff Johns wrote her as an incarnation of the danger of the cycle of vengeance (ik, boring morality lesson vibe but he didn't develop that and instead we get good stuff about agency, don't worry) but she works so well as a story about secondary trauma. She's one of my favourite dc characters, and one of my favourite ghost stories! I have many ideas about her interacting with Jason, counting but not limited to:

-AU where Jason stays dead after the end of UTH and Jill comes after both Joker and Batman to avenge him

-AU where Jason is alive but his ghost from where he was dead asks Jill for help after Batman 148 and she's very confused with what's going on, and tries to make sense of the duality between the depressed, resigned man who wants to die and the furious boy who knows he deserved to live- the duality between the two of them confuses the guns enough to give her agency, but what can she do?

-no cape AU where Jill is a prosecution lawyer (i think? Not sure how the us justice system works) who specializes in CSA cases and she tries to help kid!Jason case while struggling on the edge of burnout.

-college AU with all of my personal dream outlaws where she is president of the debate club and also she's part of the outlaws which is its own club dedicated towards activism wrt sexual violence on campus, but on top of the usual activism during the day, certain members of the club reunite at night to assert a more... definitive solution, under Jill's motto "Justice is vengeance". (So like, Jill isn't the actual president of the club, but she sure is the leader of the nighttime version of the club -and Jason is one of her biggest followers.)

-and of course, there's my head canon, aka the completely different fleshed out canon that exists only in my head, in which Jill for a long time is a very important active member of the Outlaws and gets a lot of character-centric arc, as well as a very intense, heavily developed romance with Raphael Arce that I have been informed reminds certain people of telenovela stories with its dramatic twists and magical memory loss subplots.

That's all for now but I'll definitely come up with many more Jill&Jason ideas later-what can I say, I love them. Aaah.

[animeyanderelover]

Hey! Im glad i managed to wake up early in the end! Here are my two requests and thank you so much for your great writing!

1. Yanderes of your choice (the ones who wear masks/cover their faces or are just insecure about their appearances in general) with a darling who always compliments their face, saying they look amazing and that they love all of them/the first time they see the yans face their reaction is to get all :OOOO and compliment it

2. yanderes of your choice with a minor deity reader, who doesn't have the same perception of boundaries as a normal person does plus is just happy they have a follower at least.....?

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, clinginess, manipulation

Tags: @lovley-valentine7 @leveyani @chxxz

Minor Deity s/o

Ash Landers

▫️​You may not be known very well as other deities are but with Ash you pretty much already have the most devoted and loyal follower one could ask for. Yet the fact that you were forgotten seems to affect him much more than it has affected you ever as he is in utter grief and sorrow when he finds out about it. Deities are supposed to be worshipped and treated with reverence yet humans truly seem to have forgotten how to pay respect and he is determined to see it through that your name will be called in prayers once again. After he has purified London, that is. With his darling being a literal deity though, Ash feels immense pressure to see it through that everything will be perfect for you. He lets churches and temples be build in your name and starts searching for humans he thinks would be worthy enough of worshipping you as he is basically planning to collect a cult for you. Your obvious clinginess is constantly overwhelming him though as he doesn't see himself as worthy for being touched by a deity like this, especially since he hasn't done anything to deserve it.

Juvia Lockser

💧​Juvia is constantly swooning over pretty much everything you do as her obsessive tendencies only increase as she figures out that you are an actual deity. You are literally perfect in her eyes. She spends days and weeks crafting a small shrine for you where she always leaves flowers, pastries or anything else for you as a sign of her adoration and love. She has a rather strange relationship with the idea of collecting other followers for you though. On the one hand she wants people to notice you because you are the most perfect and beautiful being as the mere thought that no one has ever been a follower of yours angers her greatly. On the other hand she also doesn't want to lose all the attention and affection she gets solely because she is the only one who calls herself a follower of yours now. You are very clingy with little to no perception of boundaries but since Juvia is exactly the same, this is just utterly perfect for her. The idea of you giving such attention to other people if they would start believing in you is a big cause of her jealousy as she would like to remain as someone special to you even if you should collect more followers.

Yato

🪙​Both of you share very similar struggles yet Yato shows much more concern for you as a deity will disappear if no human remembers them so he is very desperate to get you more followers. He starts with Hiyori as he asks her to not forget you for her entire life and to remember you and she really goes all out of her way to build you a small shrine similar to the one she has crafted for Yato. Otherwise Yato literally goes around with Yukine to fulfill his jobs whilst trying to advertise for you. Whilst you don't show any panic or fear due to having so only Hiyori as a human who believes in you as of now, he still feels like he has to do everything he can to cheer you up to keep you happy. He has very good intentions but at times he can go a bit too far by literally wracking some damage to induce humans with the belief that it was the work of you just to get their attention on you. Hiyori and you are ususally quick to scold him for it as you don't want to be remembered as a deity who harms other people. Yato happily indulges in your clinginess though because he can be quite touchy himself but he does get jealous quickly when you show similar amounts of affection to Yukine and Hiyori.