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sleepymarimo · 1 year ago

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𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤

summary: he didn't mean to push you away so harshly, to build his walls so high, but he didn't expect you to go running to someone else... pairing: zoro x reader, slight law x reader cw: unrequited feelings (or are they?), angst, no comfort an: set in wano, with some minor tweaks! thought of this last night and had to share my pain...oops also, i plan to have some fluffy straw hat stuff out this weekend ♡( ◡‿◡ ) wc: 3.4k

you'd been harboring feelings for your vice captain, for a while. you never acted on it, his aloof nature making you too nervous to make that jump- to try. even then, you were sure that he had more pressing matters to attend to.

so, you kept it under wraps. you trained and laughed and did everything you were supposed to, did everything right, without letting your feelings get too much in the way. it was manageable, and it made you feel good that you could support your crew, even if it meant holding onto your feelings.

it was the little things that gave you away to him. how your eyes darted away a bit too quickly when he met your gaze, how you sometimes intentionally stood farther away from him in a bid to look inconspicuous, even though it made it so much more obvious. he was as dumb as a rock sometimes, yeah, but not when it came to his crew, not when it came to you. he knew. of course he knew, but he had no reason to call you out on it. clearly you didn't want to discuss it and, as long as it wasn't getting in the way of anything major, he could bear it. it was when your emotions served as a distraction, that things became complicated.

the land of wano brought with it many challenges. most where physical, be it sneaking around the shady capital or handling some rowdy criminals. having crew members split up also made you worried, only heightening your senses and making your brain run rampant with what ifs. it all comes to a sudden standstill when you and brook, on your way to the safe house, walk in on zoro. one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen is snuggled right into his side and you feel a twinge of envy.

your heart does a somersault in your chest, something twisting in your gut at the unusual sight. a part of you, the rational side, knows very well that zoro didn't let people into his personal space with such ease. yet, even with her explanation, your mood can't help but sour. it only worsens when you all sit down and discuss more pressing matters.

the stresses of wano, this whole hiyori situation and her ever present enthusiasm towards the swordsman has you itching to escape. your responses become curt and your hands twitch in your lap. it's not how you should be acting, not given the circumstances, but you can't help it. finally, when there's a break in the conversation, you politely dismiss yourself.

once outside, you take a deep breath and collect your thoughts. leaning against the wall of the safe house, you let out a sigh and stare off at some random point in the distance in a bid to quell your passive aggressive behavior. the sound of the door opening catches you off guard, your arms crossing over your chest as the swordsman approaches you with a hardened expression.

"the hell is up with that look on your face?" he'd grumble, his cold demeanor matching the chill in the air. his arms are crossed, his posture tense. while zoro was one to take things as they came, focusing on the present, he couldn't deny that wano and its secrets were gnawing at him as well. he was irritated, wondering why you'd even bother to think about something as miniscule as feelings while there were enemies and actual threats lurking about. when you don't answer, when he figures you wouldn't even have the guts to bring it up, he huffs. "you think I asked to be cuddled up to like a damn toy?" his eye narrows and he takes a step closer, challenging you. "I don't have feelings for her, or anyone, got it?" the lump in your throat is too large to swallow and you nod, incapable of much else. a torrent of sensations swirl in your chest: embarrassment that he'd been aware of your feelings this whole time, guilt for letting them get in the way, and a bitter resounding sting that came with rejection. with a click of his tongue, he turns back and heads into the safe house, mumbling something about pulling yourself together and focusing on what's important.

you're almost glad when zoro ends up splitting off with hiyori later on, your mind flooded with thoughts. in a bid to defend yourself from further pain, you get your act together and squash down those feelings. you do well to put on a brave and happy face, deciding that, yes, there are some more important matters to attend to.

despite that, it's still hard not to see the samurai a bit differently. you knew he was blunt, even harsh at moments, but his approach to such a sensitive topic was a little much for you to handle. even if his words held some truth, that there were more pressing matters to attend to, the delivery of it just made you feel uneasy and hurt. the rest of your encounters are just as quick, your words just as clipped. if you acted any differently towards him, it wasn't out of malice. subconsciously, you defend yourself from further embarrassment and give him the distance you think he needs. while the chaos ensues, your defense mechanism only serves as a temporary solution. once the dust settled, it would be a different story.

finally, when the horrors of wano are dealt with, you can breathe a minor sigh of relief. in the flower capital, alongside your crew mates, you patiently wait for luffy and zoro to awaken from their slumbers. when they finally do, the air feels lighter

in the wake of it all, your emotions catch up to you, which makes you feel worse since this was supposed to be a joyful moment. it's hard to fight that initial instinct, to head over to zoro and ask if he's alright or if he needs anything. yet, you force yourself to take a step back, even if it does look like his bandages need tending to. it's a lot easier to do so once hiyori reveals that she was the one to help bathe him while he was unconscious, your stomach churning as you look away and walk to a different corner of the room. clearly he had someone looking out for him already. with a polite and slightly forced smile on your face, you find yourself heading over to law, who sits in the corner and chooses to observe the moment rather than partake in any conversation. you'd gotten along well with the surgeon, your relationship only growing stronger as he spent more time with the straw hats. he respected your skills and your perceptiveness, your ability to adapt to the needs of those around you and make them feel at ease. when he hears you approaching, he's naturally wary, but relents and gives you a nod, saying your name as a way of greeting you. satisfied, you take a seat next to him and raise a hand to gesture at his arm. "I know you're a surgeon and all, but d'ya think I can help you with your bandages?" you ask him, sincere and with a soft smile. "y'know, before this whole alliance thing is over and all..." he wants to say no, but the genuine kindness in your eyes has him huffing and looking away. a reddish hue tinges his cheeks and he holds out his arm. "go ahead." his tone fights to maintain its usual indifference, though there's a hint of appreciation laced in. on the opposite side of the room, where hiyori 'fixed' his bandages much too tight, zoro glances over at you. he notes the way you visibly relax around the surgeon, an action that has him growing irritated. he was your crew mate, your nakama, someone who would keep you safe, not that second rate captain. when the bandages cut off his circulation, he growls in frustration and tears some of them off. why weren't you over here doing this for him, when you knew exactly how he liked his bandages? why were you tending to law so gently and giving him that smile, the one you hadn't given him in ages? the swordsman isn't blind. he's been aware of the distance you've put between the two of you, how your 'smile' drops as soon as you turn away from him. as the battles had come to an end, he's now forced to recall the events which occurred at the safe house. he curses as his own shortcomings, his inability to think twice about his actions and how they'll affect the future. turning his attention towards something else, he mentally chides himself. what did he care, after all? he didn't do the whole relationship thing, the whole soft and squishy feelings. he was a swordsman, he had a goal and a crew to protect, including you. his thoughts do little to fight off the twinge of possessiveness he feels when he instinctively looks in your direction and catches sight of you holding law's hand as you secured his bandage. something gnaws at his pride, but he pushes it aside for the sake of maintaining his stoic front.

once everyone is healed, a festival, a grand one, is thrown to celebrate the liberation of wano. lanterns illuminate almost every corner, the scent of food wafting through the air as citizens and samurai and pirates all gather around.

dressed in a lovely kimono of your choice, you're more than eager to join in the revelry. the two bottles of sake that you carry in your hands only highlights your enthusiasm. you'd been hanging around with the crew for a while, smiling and laughing, but your mind was elsewhere. zoro thinks, for a split second, that you'll hand him a bottle. despite his aloof nature, he'd always find himself sharing a drink with you at times like this. yet, when you walk in the opposite direction, your smile beaming, your words have him gritting his teeth. "m'gonna go have a drink with law!" you chirp, your excitement palpable.

zoro's jaw clenches as he watches you walk off, his eyes lingering on your figure before he looks away. something simmers beneath the surface, but he keeps it at bay. it's nami's offhand comment that his frustration threatening to boil over.

"don't have too much fun!" she teases, throwing a cheeky smile your way. the others have the nerve to laugh, to egg you on, all while the swordsman relishes in how the alcohol burns his throat.

his knuckles turn white as he grips the neck of his sake bottle, the glass straining against his hold. a plethora of unfamiliar emotions rattle in his chest, but his bullheadedness and pride have him unwilling to budge, even if he wants to grab your arm and pull you back. it wasn't his place.

even when you're out of sight, his eyes subconsciously work to peer through the crowd in an attempt to catch a glimpse of your kimono, your hair, anything. once again, he scolds himself. he had no place to be so... so what? envious? possessive? he was the one to turn you away, after all. regardless, he can't get your smile out of his head. memories of you flood his mind: the banter and the sparring matches at sunset. all of it. just as quickly, he catches himself, bringing his lips to the bottle in a bid to drown out the bitterness on his tongue.

it's nearly a full hour later when you return to the crew, more than buzzed and clinging to the arm of the raven-haired surgeon. he doesn't seem to mind, his furrowed brows and his apathetic expression doing little to hide the blush dusting his cheeks.

glad to be in the company of your crew mates once more, you turn to law and wrap your arms around his waist, your smile so genuine and radiant it makes zoro's chest ache. "thank you traffy!"

the laughter of the rest of the crew echoes in zoro's ears alongside his own thundering heartbeat and boiling blood. what the hell were you doing? a knot forms in his chest, the unfamiliar sensation bringing him a great sense of unease.

he has to force himself to look away, before he realizes that it's not enough. without excusing himself, he stands and walks off towards a more secluded part of the festival. he needs to get away from whatever all that is. he needs to clear his head and heart and steel himself because he shouldn't be focusing on such things.

if you were any more sober, you would've kept your distance. however, it's in your nature to care, to worry and ensure that your crew mates are okay. that's why, as soon as you register the fact that the swordsman is gone, you release your hold on the surgeon and follow after zoro.

it's almost silent, save for the sounds of the festival off in the distance. the streets in this part of the capital aren't as illuminated, but cast enough of a glow for you to see zoro up ahead.

"zoro?" you mumble, attentive despite the alcohol in your system. "what're you doin' all the way out here?" your words are so genuine and full of concern, which makes it all the harder for zoro to respond.

"huh? what does it look like?" he roughly replies, not even bothering to fully face you as he turns his head to the side. "needed a break from all the noise and drunken idiots."

something bubbles in his throat, a lump of guilt that he swallows for the sake of self-preservation. he knows he has no right to be so callous, but can't help the passive-aggressive comment that slips past his lips. "why don't you just go off with that surgeon of yours? seems like better company."

your stomach drops and you take a step back. something wedges itself into your chest, a sense of anxiety and confusion as your mind briefly flickers back to that moment at the safe house. you'd done everything right, hadn't you? you'd given him space and pushed your feelings aside for the sake of the mission, so why this?

your heart starts to race, unable to look him in the eye as you focus your gaze to the side.

"why're you bein' so mean to me...?" you murmur, your hands nervously fidgeting as you await his answer. you just wanted to make things right.

he has to turn away once he catches the hurt on your face. if you were any more sober, you would've caught how he was the one that was truly nervous. the way you threatened to break down the walls he had built for himself has him needing to take control, even if that meant pushing you away.

"m'just being honest." he says, sharper than he means to. "leave me alone. go and enjoy the rest of the damn festival."

regret and longing make his chest throb, but he keeps on his mask of indifference as he takes a step forward and away from you. he wouldn't budge, couldn't.

meanwhile, you stand there, your inhales slowly turning short and ragged. your lips tremble and you fight to hold back sobs, but shortly after, you start to sniffle.

you hated crying, really crying. the crew had seen you shed silly little tears before, maybe over something cute or emotional, but not this. it's something you usually hide away and display in private, but the nature of the situation and the influence of the alcohol have you shedding an uncontrollable amount of tears.

though you shouldn't be, the utter vulnerability of the moment has you feeling embarrassed. you find solace in your sleeves, the kimono becoming damp with tears that don't seem to end. your cheeks sting, rubbed raw as you hide away from him.

zoro's heart drops.

the sound of your sobs is devastating. guilt claws at his chest, threatening to crack him open. when he turns around, all he can feel is regret. the weight of his words, how he treated you, is almost unbearable and makes him feel disgusted with himself.

his mind is racing, wondering what he should do or say to fix this, but he can't come up with an answer. before he can do anything, his mind goes blank at your next words.

"I wish I never got feelings for you." you choke out, unsure if your words are genuine or if you simply wanted to hurt the swordsman. with your shoulders trembling, you continued to cry into your sleeves. "I should've figured that there was nothing in that heart of yours."

deciding that you couldn't stand being in the same vicinity as him anymore, you run off.

he watches you go, his heart screaming at him to go after you, but he can't. the walls crumble and he can't hide anymore, forcing himself to realize that he cares for you so much that it terrifies him. the air is thick with tension, your sobs echoing through the air until they fade away, replaced by the distant sounds of the festival.

regret, self-loathing and longing all swirl in his chest, a torrent of emotion that threatens to swallow him whole.

you don't make it back to the ship that night.

you're too embarrassed and ashamed, not feeling safe enough to be vulnerable. you mentally apologize to the crew, hoping that they aren't too worried.

it isn't until the next morning that you return, or rather, you're returned.

the sun barely peeks over the horizon when law walks aboard the thousand sunny go with you cradled in his arms. you're in a deep sleep, completely exhausted and hungover. you're dressed in some of his clothes, your expression peaceful despite what occurred the night before.

other members of the crew gather around, worried about your well-being, but law is quick to say that you were just hungover and must have gotten lost. however, zoro can tell by the sharp look that law gives him that there was more to the story.

the vice captain grits his teeth, shoulders tensing as he watches law gently carry you over to your quarters.

a part of zoro wants to force law to give him answers, to tear you out of his arms so he could cradle you in his. he should've been the one to care for you, to protect you when you were vulnerable, but he hurt you instead. something else nags at him, the fact that you sought solace in someone else's arms.

law comes out of your room, quietly closing the door before walking down the deck. as he walks by zoro, he doesn't stop, but he shoots him another hardened glare. "you're an idiot, roronoa-ya."

oh, zoro knows.

when you finally awaken, you put on a brave face and tell the rest of the crew that you were sorry about your little slip up. you do well to cover it up with a laugh and smile. you build walls of your own, adamant on not getting hurt again.

it's once the crew is happy and satisfied that you make your way back to your room, your head hanging low as you walk by zoro.

your legs come to a stop and you can only hold his gaze for a second before you look away, just wanting to put this chapter behind you. the ache in your chest grows as you wonder what could've been. your voice is small. "look..." you start, hands bunching up into the borrowed shirt you're wearing. "let's just forget this ever happened and stay friends... alright?"

'forget?' he thinks. 'how can I forget that look on your face? the sounds of your sobs? do you think i'd let you go so easily?'

yet, despite the war raging on inside of him, the words stay stuck in his throat.

"yeah." what am i saying? "just friends."

as he watches you walk back to your room, he feels defeated. pathetic. he wants to say more, to show you that he can be the man you deserve, but for now, he sinks back into his usual habits and wonders what could have been.

he knows that he let something precious slip away.

steeling himself, he holds his heavy heart high. a sliver of determination cuts through his clouded mind and he hopes that, one day, he can make things right.

#roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #one piece x reader

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milliumizoomi · 7 months ago

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armando headcanons w his gf that is the total opposite of him? kind of like grumpy x sunshine? 😫

𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒

☆彡SUMMARY.; In which Armando doesn’t understand why for the love of god he fell in love with such a hyperactive woman.

☆彡FEATURED.; ARMANDO ARETAS x FEM!READER

☆彡TROPE.; ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP || GRUMPY x SUNSHINE

☆彡FORMAT.; HEADCANONS

☆彡GENRE.; FLUFF + CRACK + ANGST [if you squint]

☆彡WARNINGS.; Mature Language, mentions of violence, mentions of guns, mentions of possessiveness,

☆彡NOTES.; no cause I saw this request and immediately knew this was gon be tewwww funny😭,, thank u soooo much for the request love and I hope you all enjoy!!🩵

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED🎉.

★ firstly, I’d like to preface this by saying that you both met through his dad.. in a roundabout type of way

★ He was working a case with his dad, got shot at, the usual, shooter missed and you, an innocent bystander, almost got a hole put in your body had he not snatched you out of the way

★ and after that, he just became interested in you

★ his dad even game him a phone just so he can call and text you

★ and to be honest he wonders why.. because you’re “strange” he says

★ maybe it’s the fact that you didn’t even flinch when you almost got shot at, opting to thank him with a bright and warm smile

★ or maybe it’s the fact that as your relationship progressed, you found out who he was and what he does for a living and simply shrugged it off

★ he genuinely doesn’t get it.. at all

★ but you barely give him enough time to keep him thinking about that when every second you’re with him you’re practically bouncing off the walls

★ the both of you couldn’t be any different

★ you were practically a ball of hot radioactive energy, always laughing or smiling about anything at all

★ while he liked staying quiet, and when he does open his mouth it’s straight disrespect to anyone he’s taking to

★ so naturally, he finds you hard to deal with at times

★ not in the sense that he’s irritated with you, but in the sense that he wants to knock you out just so you can calm down

★ and if someone irritates him, you’d have to step in and excuse him before he can say anything that would get a gun pointed in his face or a fight breaks out

★ and when he’s around, you get fully dependent of him

★ seeming that he’s not around a lot having been in jail, whenever he does come out, whether it be a couple weeks or even months, whenever you get to see him it’s like you turn your brain off and let him make all the decisions

★ and as much as he hates to admit it, he actually doesn’t mind when you act like that (he loves it)

★ you act so wise eyed and elated everytime you’re with him

★ which throws off a lot of people in his circle of “associates” as he likes to call them

★ because how the hell did this happy go lucky woman get this is cold blooded murderer

★ and then you’ll just tell them “he’s hot and I love him so it works out”

★ and with you being so hyper and energetic, he’d definitely be reeling you in some of the time

★ he’d wouldn’t be rude with it though, but he’s very firm with you

★ like if he thinks you’re getting too loud when you’re in a group and having a conversation he’d be pull you into him by your waist so your back is on his chest

★ then he’d whisper in your, “calma tu trasero mamá” (Calm down your ass, mama)

★ and you ofc listened cause like.. who wouldn’t???

★ because of your personality, people tend to flock around you a lot, loving the energy you give off

★ he however, doesn’t play that shit and will tell people to back the fuck up

★ especially when he realizes that you’re starting to get uncomfortable

★ he’s possessive as shit so anybody he doesn’t know he doesn’t want crowding you or being in your space

★ you’d also bite him a lot and he’d let you

★ simply because your bites barely feel like anything since his pain tolerance is so high from all the fights and shoot outs he’s been in

★ and eventually, whenever you do manage to wear yourself out, he’ll carry you, whether it’s on his back or he picks you up by your thighs and wraps your legs around his waist

★ you definitely made him softer, to the people he knows like his dad and stuff, but that’s about it

★ and whenever he does get mad at you, he can’t even say he’s actually angry because you’d be smiling in his face

★ and when he is in jail and you go visit him, you carry his favorite foods and stuff and put little sticky notes with smiley faces and I love you messages that he can only crack a little smile and shake his head at

★ and seeming that your always so happy, you smile doing anything at all, and he loves that cause he thinks your smile is so pretty

★ that doubled with the fact that he finds your lips extremely sexy for some reason

★ and he’s actually very protective over you

★ type of boyfriend to say “wear what you want, I can fight”

★ you definitely soften up his image while with him

★ usually he’s the silent, intense type when he’s alone, but when you’re standing next to him, smiling up and him and pulling at him to go somewhere with you then the intensity goes down somewhat

★ that’s only cause he’s looking at you tho, when he has to look away from you that intensity comes right back

★ firmly believe also if and when he comes to you with injuries, you take care of them until you’re sure they’re all cleaned and wrapped properly

★ in private, he loves when you wash his hair or doing hair for him while you’re yapping away about something that happened while you were out that day

★ so in conclusion, you stress him out in the best way possible and he makes you put all you social abilities to good use to get his ass out of trouble

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#🪸 :: 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 #armando aretas #armando armas #armando x reader #armando aretas x reader #armando armas x reader #bad boys ride or die #bad boys for life #bad boys #jacob scipio

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yappaccinocookie · 9 days ago

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the strongest version of you.

yn cookie who awakens theirs fullest potential (like golden cheese and dark cacao)... ancients and beasts react to? (maybe gingerbrave and co too if u want!!)

of course you can! i did the same layout as the last request i made, since doing full oneshots for each cookie might actually kill me. I LEFT FOR A WHOLE 1 MONTH, IM SO SORRY. listen, this did not specify anything romantic, thus it's not romantic. the beasts are cruel, and it's obvious in their lore no this is not yandere is plain truth. sorry if some are short, I haven't gotten back into crk, and yk that's not rlly good!

LOWERCASE INTENDED!

ANCIENTS —

— White Lily

"Amazing... You found the strongest version of yourself!"

white lily cookie is overjoyed, she's always sensed that you're not to your fullest the first time she's seen you. she's very supportive and tries her best to help you get used to all of your new powers! don't expect any fights though, she's quite cautious. she trusts you that you can fight, but white lily doesn't trust herself.

her friends had an awakening like yours before, it all still feels unreal to her. you will definitely have those buddy–buddy sleep over conversations where there is no sleep, just psychology questions that make you wonder if she really is sane or if dark enchantress took all the sanity with her too.

— Golden Cheese

"Really? Does this mean we can battle!"

the shine in her eyes when you said that was absolutely priceless, tell her everything about it! power always amazes no matter no matter who its form, foe or ally! golden cheese has also awakened her fullest potential like you, and she's proud you were able to do it! saying how you guys are the coolest duo ever.

and of course, she's battle hungry! since she's unlocked her fullest potential and you've unlocked yours, it's only logical you guys battle right? it's to see the difference your strength. imagine how longer battles would last (and how many natural disasters it could cause in earth bread) don't worry you can entertain her shenanigans, but you shouldn't let her go overboard.

— Dark Cacao

"Well done."

dark cacao cookie doesn’t openly gush about your newfound power, but his respect for you deepens tenfold. he acknowledges your growth with a firm nod and a simple, “well done.” behind the scenes, he ensures you have everything you need to master your abilities, from intense training regimens to personal advice on staying disciplined.

he might test you in combat, not to belittle you, but to see how far you’ve come. don't worry, he won't mock you if you won't land a hit! he's got the patience of a snail. dark cacao will keep training and training with you until you're able to do more than your simple basic attacks.

he sees you as a vital pillar for the future of earthbread, he's seen you grow into this strong cookie with their own life ahead of them! more heroic duties to come, he's more than proud of you.

— Hollyberry

"Never hold back now! Cookies need more of us!"

hollyberry cookie is your biggest cheerleader. the moment your powers manifested, she was already planning a celebration in your honor. dialing everybody to come to your party, dialing fine arts to paint you 500 paintings to post as relics for guild museums. hollyberry throws a massive feast, complete with stories, music, and enough food to feed an army.

she insists on sparring with you, but it’s less about testing your strength and more about having fun. she laughs heartily every time you manage to surprise her.

she brags about you to anyone who will listen. “did you see them? that’s MY friend! stronger than ten hundred cookies combined!" she makes sure everyone knows how proud she is of you.

— Pure Vanilla

"My dear friend... I am so proud of you."

if you thought the others were so sweet, then you haven't seen the purest cookie of them all speak. they aren't even close to what our kings got! pure vanilla is absolutely overjoyed and emotional about your transformation. he probably tears up when he sees the extent of your growth.

he becomes even more protective of you, not because he doubts your strength, but because he knows the burden that comes with such power. he spends a lot of time talking to you about balance, reminding you to care for yourself as much as you care for others. pure vanilla is your go-to for advice on controlling your powers. he offers patient guidance and reassures you during moments of self-doubt.

he's not one to give you an extravagant celebration, because it's not his right to do such things. he'll buy you celebratory gifts on his own though, but considering this cookie is absolutely rich idk how many small gifts becomes one too many. purevanilla won't even talk about the awakening to anyone if you tell him not to!

BEASTS —

— Shadow Milk

"Oh, so you've decided to stop pretending you're ordinary?"

sure you've gotten your strongest potential, but for beasts it isn't really a problem considering they are much stronger than normal cookies. hes not impressed at all. he thrives on making others doubt themselves, and your newfound strength is no exception. (do not bring up golden cheese vs burning spice he could've won she got plot armor and although I'm happy she's alive him winning made more sense)

despite his dismissive attitude, he’s intrigued. he watches you closely, studying your every move, though he’d never admit it. “you’re an interesting little puzzle,” he mutters, half to himself. being all supernatural and ultra powerful doesn't protect you from this beasts horrifying teases, he'll ask you if you're a princess now or if you can talk to animals, that's like 2 from the several nonsense he's asked you daily.

he's actually quite hittable, hit him he won't hit back honestly, but if you ever call him unfunny? he's weeping and rolling on the floor (as a joke) saying "YOU MAY HAVE GOTTEN A LITTLE BIT STRONGER, BUT UR SENSE OF HUMOR WILL ALWAYS BE WEAK"

— Burning Spice

"That's it? I expected more!"

he actually gets intrigued fast, just like his counterpart he is also interested in strength. considering how he got wrecked by his counterpart because of her awakening, he might actually use his time to train with you.

burning spice is all about fighting everything until there is nothing left to fight, he'll push his limits. even yours! just say when u need a break, he'll say something corny like "I expected more!" and then run off and wait until ur done doing weak cookie stuff. hes not inhumane, hes just like you. it may feel unreal be he was once just a bunch of dough until the soul jam was created.

— Mystic Flour

"the world remains unchanged."

wins the idgaf war, she lost from that guy, but does not wish to prove herself again. mystic flour does not want to pressure herself with more nonsense, and probably doesn't want to for you either.

she recognizes your strength with a simple "impressive" or "fascinating" without putting much emotion into her words, then never look into it ever again.

Silent Salt and Eternal Sugar do not seem to be here, try again later?

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death---dealer · 7 months ago

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I NEED a one-shot of reader finding out blue eyes can speak.

*in a quiet voice* sno snoft ( so soft )

Title: Temporary Fix. Fandom: ( Dawn of the ) Planet of the Apes. Rating: T. ( Mentions of blood, minor injury. ) Pairing: ( AW YEAH ) Implied Blue Eyes x Human!Reader. Words: 3K+ Summary: You were spending your afternoon making spears with the Ape Prince himself. Humans are clumsy, remember?

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There was a lot more said in silence, or at least… That’s how it often felt like when you were with Blue Eyes, the stoic nature of his personality made moments sitting in front of the communal bonfire all the more delectable. You didn't feel pressured into conversations, like you did with Caesar. You knew the Ape King wouldn’t force you to talk regardless, but his relentless stare often left you feeling like you needed to say something to break the otherwise suffocating intimidation he just seeped from every pore.

It was a funny notion to think about, that Blue Eyes was starkly different in that aspect. Maybe, you thought with a tilt of your head as your finger slid across the blunted part of the spearhead between your fingers, with time, he’ll grow into that but for now, he was surely more like his Mother. Silent, but always observing, knowing things about others that they did not even know about themselves.

Noises were frequent enough, especially given the circumstances of Apes always being around and it ultimately being a very indicative way to communicate across the Colony when they were too far from each other to actually sign or even in rare instances, speak. Hoots and hoos, howls and huffs all when Blue Eyes was with Ash and a joke had been made or they were just bent on pestering each other with no intended thoughts on getting anything done were amusing enough and you found yourself often laughing along with them.

But, you had managed to get the regal Prince alone for once, your chest swelling with the tiniest bit of pride at that. Incredibly placid quiet draped over the two of you like the stillness of a lake in the early morning and you didn't want it any other way. He’d occasionally sign at you - Well, not occasionally, he was more or less hassling at you as your fingers worked diligently at tying a spearhead to the top of a semi-thick wicket. Blue Eyes was giving direction with one hand, the signing a bit fast for you to properly understand but you got the gist.

You fell in and out of conversations, spotting here and there primarily about how you were working the twine into the spear to keep it steady and gripped when you went to use it. The way his thickened fingertips had gently urged yours for a split second, his body graceful in its movements as he shuffled in a crouched position to angle himself right in front of you. Your eyes met his, the ample nature of yours a curious thing to Blue Eyes as he looked down at the work in process fishing spear you were working on, his brow ridge sinking in a bit. Humans… So hard to read their emotions, he thought to himself and huffed silently. The Prince had a hard time reading your eyes especially when they were coated in flurry and frenzy.

Shoulders rose and then fell in a quickened pace as he urged you to hand your stick over, it felt like your heart was resting in the back of your throat and whatever reality the bonfire was keeping you secure in seemed to fly right out the window. Overcome with a mild roundedness of embarrassment at the fact that you had been gawking at him by the closeness he provided, he took the stick into his own hands and inspected it waveringly. Blue Eyes was aware you were looking at him. He’d be too obvious to not notice that. Humans, again, he thought, unlike Apes, were not subtle with staring. At least, so he noticed from the times you had been infatuated with watching the Apes prepare meals, with how Apes communally groomed on occasion, the pure stances of which they all walked compared to the amused gait that you used, tripping over yourself… All fascinated you, all left you breathless but to Blue Eyes, they were all incredibly mundane. He found himself amused enough, often in silent moments of self-introspection… What you were thinking about them. A constant battle he admittedly found himself wrapped in. The vague idea that this was what Ceasar intended when Blue Eyes was given the task to keep an eye on you did occur to him once or twice, not that it was any more of a problem than the scars that were building along his shoulder and chest. You’d been here long enough to establish an opinion on them. From his own Father, Blue Eyes learned only toleration towards Humans and adamantly refused to see the good in them, but once you began spending more time with him and Ash, occasionally falling into a quartet when River joined along, his toleration was able to evolve into moderate acceptance and only now teetered the line of full-blown acceptance of you being an actual and contributing part of the Colony.

That was the Caesar in him talking, Blue Eyes knew and hated that his Father had pestered him enough to draw his thoughts down that road. As long as you contributed, you were allowed to stay. He wondered about that, letting his gaze lead over towards the family nest for a second when you were enthralled in watching his inspection. Blue Eyes had the feeling his Father would let you stay even if you didn't give anything back in return. Caesar was imposing and undiluted, but he had yet to turn heartless and had a fevered hot-spot for Humans in trouble. Hence why you were. Hence why you remained here.

While times like these were nice to the Chimp, he found the suffocation of tension drifting off you tearing him down to the very depths of the innermost thoughts he tried often to leave to their own devices. He… Was unable to tell what it was though, the tension. You had every right to be afraid of him, but you didn't appear that way. Not when you sought to look him in the eyes, not the way that your face had dropped when he arrived back from the Hunt weeks ago with three bloodied gashes along his body, a cut on his face.

Not when you offered him something called ‘antibiotics’, a cream of sorts you had kindly explained to him holding the tube for his eyes to inspect and judge, similar in nature to the root paste that the Apes themselves used for minor cuts and bruises. Blue Eyes had denied it then but--- His train of thought derailed, one wheel at a time, would you have put it on him if he accepted? The fur along his shoulder unexpectedly bristed at the idea of your much daintier and smaller hands against his body. A fleeting thought, but enough to cause that pit in the deepest depths of his navel.

Blue Eyes tightened your twine with a nimble touch, bringing the head down and smacking it on the ground experimentally to make sure it wouldn’t falter. You had jumped at the clutter, an instinct that was based in primal fear. Blue Eyes, you knew very well from the proximity now of his canines dangling in front of your gaze, his mouth slightly ajar, could take your life if he chose. He was gentle-spoken and seemed considerate to your needs but… There was always that lingerance in the back of your head like a hammer. You searched for his gaze again to interlock in quiet to see if you were able to deduce what he was thinking, but he refused and was pretty set in giving you back the spear with a mild ‘good, move onto the next. Young Ape start fishing next sunrise, need 5 more.’

Your knowledge of their flipped signing was rudimentary at best, but it was easy to figure out pecked words here and there when Blue Eyes really took his time to explain something. His elongated digits were rightfully arrogant, he was the child of Caesar by all means, but it never felt like it was intentional arrogance. It didn't yell at you ‘you’re just a stupid human, I am an Ape. Greater than you’.

It seemed faux to an extent, the way he acted around you at times. Recollection was a great thing as your spotted memory recalled moments of lax with Blue Eyes, especially when he was around Ash, River or Lake - His friends, the ones he grew up with. Jealousy has seated itself in the back of your throat now, pushing down your heart towards your stomach. How you… Wanted him to act like that with you, not like you were an adverse bug sitting on his shoulder than he just wanted to flick away.

Shaking that thought off before it tore down the rest of your afternoon, you nodded and twisted your body just enough to get more twine, already-pre cut by yours truly, a spearhead and another stick and began the repeated process. You told yourself five more, only an hour or so more and Blue Eyes would leave in silence just like he did when he beckoned you to help and you’d have to grin and bear it during dinner with the regular crowd of Apes as Blue Eyes chose to eat with his family, high above the rest.

That visual inside of your head gave you pause as you began wrapping the twine intricately into the hole of the wood, out the other side and established a good connection of the spearhead so you could begin tying it properly. He was… A Prince. Jokingly one day, you had given Caesar the name of ‘King of the Apes’, and while intended to just be funny, it took on life of its own once your words became a quick parallel to actual reality. There was no reason for him to like you, there was no reason for him to be here other than Caesar telling him he needed to be. A Prince bound by Duty of his King. You had caught a conversation between Blue Eyes and Koba only a week ago, talking about your presence there. And while Blue Eyes had not said anything explicit, the silence itself in that moment was deafening and it left you reeling at times like this when you were left to dwell with the idea that the Ape you were helping merely saw you as an inconvenience and he would kill you without remorse if you ever showed any sign towards being too human. Koba was already on his way to that, giving you a good stare on a day-to-day basis, followed by his eyes meeting Blue Eyes’ and then back to yours. Something deeply seeded it your senses at times like that; like they were working together and you were ultimately going to end up strung on a tree, dead and left to the sunrays to make delicious human jerky that the Colony could share--- Swallowing lightly, your hand trailed along the sharper edge of the spearhead and you felt it press into your skin, leaving a reddening imprint that began swelling. You tried to not think like that. If you were going to get killed, they’d have done it when you were weak and starved to death when you were first brought to the Colony. You told yourself that, over and over again to the point where it had to be your reality otherwise you were going to live in fear while they had provided you refuge. Blue Eyes’ shoulders moved with increased dexterity compared to your own as you fumbled a bit, dropping the spearhead between your legs and cursing as you went to grasp at it.

You weren’t paying attention, blood hitting your eyes first before the actual sting set in, “Oh fu-” Not even able to get that out of your mouth, Blue Eyes was quicker to react like he was inside of your mind. Instead of you bringing your hand closer to your face to inspect the cut the spearhead had given you as you tried to grab it before it hit the ground, he had your wrist in his grasp. The coarse nature of his skin sent a rocketing complexion along your entire body. It felt like a shiver hit your spine like you were cold, but the heat along the bridge of your nose, upwards towards your ears, was quite a contradiction. “I’m okay, I just---” You had no excuse for clumsiness. The concept itself was foreign to Apes. They were built to be as sturdy as possible. Blue Eyes only stared at the cut on your hand for a moment, your fingers flexing inwards a bit to close your palm to stop him from looking at it, more than likely judging you for being so stupid with your reflexes and getting hurt in the process, something he had to have known really well considering the amounts of times during your stay at the Colony did you see Caesar doing that exact thing to him.

Swallowing back a hard ball that had formed in your throat at the hold he had on you, his fingers expanded and instead of holding your wrist, he was caressing the back of your hand and brought it closer to his azure stare.

“Have…” Your eyes widened at the nature of the voice that came from Blue Eyes. “Never seen… Human…” You licked your lips in anticipation of the rest of his words, and it appeared he contemplated it for a moment before deciding on, “Bleed. Like Ape.” How much he sounded like Caesar, you thought to yourself, your mouth falling forward in mild surprise as you blinked, trying to bring yourself back into the moment and to stop drawing dumb comparisons of Blue Eyes towards his Father. He was his own Ape, he was allowed to make his own choices and opinions but still the thought persisted. You had never heard Blue Eyes mutter anything, let alone two complete and whole phrases. Ignorantly, you supposed that you lived in a fantasy world and never put much thought into it given many of the Apes chose to sign or make more brash and throaty noises to communicate.

Of course he was able to speak, you thought and mentally slapped your forehead as he continued his eyes along the small cut on your hand. Not wanting to pull him away from the moment as he was… Shocked it appeared at the notions that maybe Humans and Apes were more similar than he was really willing to give any credit to, you felt an equal brush of jolt at his voice as it replayed in your mind again.

You wanted to hear him. Anything.

“You’ve… never seen a human until you met me,” Only stating what you knew as an irrefutable fact, you hoped it was enough bait to get Blue Eyes to say something, his mouth ghosting words right in front of your eyes as a tease of what could be, like he was practicing what he wanted to vocalize before it was spoke, a tactic to assure you were able to understand his words, broken and scrambled, but words nonetheless.

“We bleed. Probably more than you.” Letting your eyes flutter to the injury on his shoulder, scabbing over in some places but still rather red, you scaled your attention back to his face, looking at the mild cut on his cheek before sweeping from the wrinkles around his nose and under his eyes. While Caesar’s Son, he held no disposition to be intimidating. He was… Timid. Thoughtful, more like-minded it seemed to his Mother… “Did not hurt me.” Blue Eyes assured you knowing that you were looking at his scrapings, lifting his other hand upwards to place it against your open palm out of curiosity. Blood trickled onto the barest touch of his fingertips as you winced softly, sucking breath in through your teeth. “You… are hurt.” “It’s just a small cut,” It was your turn to assure the Ape through your chest felt like it was rattling on the inside, all your rib bones nothing more than crushed dust and your organs were solidified as you thought more about Blue Eyes actually speaking to you, actually taking time to accommodate you accordingly.

He had to have known that you were better with speech, having seen you converse intently with Caesar on occasions. “Happens a lot really…” You joked softly, letting your hand drift towards your body once Blue Eyes was kind enough to relinquish his hold on you. Flexing your fingers now out of desperation to have him hold you again, you cleared your throat. “I’m just gonna get a band-aid,” You hoped you had one in the scavenged first-aid kit you’d been holding onto for almost two years. “I’ll be right back okay?” “Band… aid?”

“D-...” Your eyes drifted towards your lap, almost ashamed as you had forgotten such human things were so foreign to him. Even though you spoke words, did not mean that he understood them or what they meant to you. He did ask though, you were happy at that feeling a small satisfaction rolling along your collarbones like you were preening.

“It’s this thing… Like… A cloth sort of… Goes on cuts and stuff for Humans.” The perplexity on his face made you stifle a small giggle. “Do you… Wanna see?” You prayed now to the high Heavens that that first aid-kit was stocked properly. “I can-can show you.”

Without another word, there was nothing else needed to be spoken as Blue Eyes contemplated, weighing the situation before giving you a silent nod. Not stoic, as it usually was, and you were trying to tell yourself that there was no excitement but the way he walked next to you, both legs on the ground as he knew that galloping on all fours was too quick for you, it was hard to ignore that he was taking more languid steps to fall in line with you rather than lead you.

Shoulders equal to each other, you trailed your way towards the accommodating and cute hut that the Colony had built for you. Blue Eyes looked down at your hand once again, admiring the flush of red as it trickled down your fingertips and onto the ground, giving a trail behind the two of you as you walked side-by-side. Huh. A cloth of sorts that goes on cuts for Humans. Now this? He had to see.

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adventuringblind · 1 year ago

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Hi! Just wanted to say I love your x blind! reader pieces as a fellow visually impaired F1 fan! It makes me feel so seen. I would love to see more with any driver, but it would be cool to see more of Max or Charles with the blind sister. :)

Saftey Hazard

Oscar Piastri x Verstappen Reader

Genre: fluuuuufffff

Summary: Max volunteers a car to teach his sister how to drive. But Oscar is the one giving the lesson.

Warnings: dont try this at home? I definitely would.

Notes: reminder the blindness is a spectrum! Everybody is different!!

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One thing about being blind is the lack of driving. It's like having an aspect of freedom ripped away. Something that other kids get to do while you're stuck being driven everywhere. The feeling of burdening other people with the constant need always exhausting.

Unless your name name is Max Verstappen. His sisters chauffer. He drives her everywhere she wants to go without hesitation or question.

In return, she comes to all his races, diligently uses her cane (even when she hates it) and listens for all the gossip. Her ears are amazing, and Max likes to use it to his advantage.

Then along came Oscar. It was inevitable that they would meet because he is Lando's teammate and Lando is Max's best friend. Similarly, her and the Brit are in cahoots to make Max fess up to Charles. There is a betting pool and everything.

She met Oscar while out clubbing. An activity that usually led to either Lando or Max going home not sober. Tonight, they would both be intoxicated because Oscar had offered himself up as the designated driver.

Sober conversations in a club with someone is an odd concept to her, considering the world she lives in.

Long story short: Her and Oscar got together before Max and Charles (much to Lando's dismay as he now owes her money).

Now, Max had been very clear that it is unsafe for her to drive. Which is true, considering she can't see much of the road let alone the cars around her. However, if the case arose where she could drive around an open track then he would provide a car if necessary.

She manages to crack Christian into making it a media thing. Perfect for the Press, give them something to chew on for a while maybe. If being a sacrificial lamb to the internet is what lets her drive, then so be it.

They do it in Austria around the Red Bull Ring. Max deemed this the best spot because of the long straight.

Even better: They've managed to convince McLaren to let their drivers join them for the occasion. Mostly because Max didn't want to be in a car with her driving, so Lando offered to teach then torcher his rookie teammate by letting his blind girlfriend drive as fast as the car will let her around the track.

Lessons go well. She's a quick study, and Lando, despite his chaotic nature, is a good teacher. Of course, it helps that she's driving an automatic, but she has a led foot like Max and wants to go as fast as possible.

After an hour, Lando gets out of the car. He's laughing like a maniac because he has no idea how well this is going to go. She may be driving an average car, but it certainly doesn't feel like it is with someone who can't see behind the wheel.

Oscar slides into the passenger seat and peers over at the female. She's vibrating with excitement. Despite the helmet, he can see the smile in her eyes.

"I have a feeling you're going to scare me and you're going to love it."

"Do you not trust me?" She feigns. Fake hurt dripping from her tone.

"Not in a car, no."

"I feel so loved."

With Oscar secured in the vehicle, she slams the gas pedal. Oscar doesn't make any noise if he's startled.

Actually, he barely makes noise at all. Aside from casually commenting every now and then on how she takes a turn. Sometimes, he makes her laugh with his commentary and usual deadpan humor.

When they do eventually step out of the the car, Oscar looks smitten. Heart eyes at his lover while they discuss how she did.

"I think I could race."

"Absolutely not. I'm not letting you anywhere near a supercar, let alone a formula one car." Oscar gives her a very serious look.

"You didn't seem scared at all!"

"Oh, that was terrifying, but I thought if I showed you I was scared, it might freak you out." He explains. Her mouth drops open in Suprise.

"I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or an insult."

"How about we say, 'I love you' instead and be grateful everyone involved is uninjured."

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bts-hyperfixation · 1 year ago

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Can you please write dumb/cute/random things BTS members will do while they are crushing on reader?

This was cute to write! This is what I think they'd each be like with crushes. Just so you know, all of them are dorks.

Please send me asks to keep me motivated while I’m off work! Thirsty thoughts, Most likely to, reactions, life updates, and general gibberish welcomed!!

Namjoon:

If Namjoon has a crush on you he gets extra clumsy. In his head, he is trying to be the most sophisticated person on earth, think W sexy numkim Namjoon. however in reality he is actually fumbling at every step, stuttering and tripping his way through conversations, beating himself up a little inside every time he rambles on a bit too long about something. Eventually, he just gives up on trying to impress you because he is too in his head and thinks he doesn't have a chance. Ironically that is when he manages to be more comfortable around you and stops breaking things. He still info dumps, but because he is a little less self-conscious about it, he allows it to flow more naturally and you can have a proper conversation without him disappearing to berate himself for talking too much. If the crush progresses to you hanging out he will always bring a little gift, sometimes snacks, sometimes a trinket that makes him think of you. He will send you pictures of things in nature that remind him of you, and take you to museums where certain sculptures or paintings reflect his feelings or your likeness.

Seokjin:

None stop trying to make you laugh. Probably refers to himself as worldwide handsome a lot to garner your attention like: "Hey Y/N, did you know they call me WWH?", or "Did you miss my WWH face?". It's a good job that he is in fact very pretty or it would get annoying. Although you tell him every time that it annoys you while using the opportunity to slap/feel up his bicep. He stops by your workplace every day to try and see you, but he is trying to be subtle as he does it, making up genuine excuses as to why he is there. Gets exceedingly disappointed when your coworkers tell him you are on a break because it would be too suspicious if he came back later on.

Yoongi:

He starts by offering you some of his food, claiming he has too much and he thought you might not have eaten yet (It's 10:30 am, of course, you haven't eaten yet). Then he is bringing in bigger meals claiming to be trying new recipes and then always making too much (He is trying new recipes, they happen to be some of your favourites. He is also sizing up the recipe to have enough for you both and more). He will invite you to listen in on some tracks he is working on, saying they are nowhere near finished but he wants an outside opinion (They are mostly finished, and mostly about you).

Hoseok:

Strikes me as a straight forward man. You are absolutely going to know if he has a crush on you. There is no messing about he just asks you out... and then hyperventilates about it as soon as he is behind a closed door. It doesn't matter if you answered yes or no that was the most fear-inducing thing he has ever done, debut stage included. He keeps the brave front when around you at all times though. He is very good at pretending to be confident and charming even when his heart is trying to beat out of his ribcage. He makes a point of kissing your hand when he sees you, like the way you giggle and blush.

Jimin:

Similar to Namjoon, goes from being the most coordinated guy in the world to tripping over his own shoes. He blushes furiously every time you walk in the room and struggles to form full sentences. The others rip the shit out of him for being so nervous when you leave. He spends most of his time with his head in his hands hiding the red in his cheeks rather than making eye contact. Eventually, the butterflies die down and he decides he needs to man up and make a move. He refuses to let Jeon - couldn't make eye contact with a woman until he turned twenty-two - Jungkook make fun of him for being anxious, so he swallows the fear and makes a move. Then his flirting becomes relentless: He leans against walls and cages you in a little, he uses pickup lines and keeps calling you beautiful, and he refers to you with pet names. He tries everything he can to make you as flustered as you made him before he asks you out, god-forbid you fight flirty fire with fire.

Taehyung:

He follows you around like a lost puppy when he can. If he is around you will never have to carry anything or open a door. He gives you expensive gifts that you aren't allowed to refuse, if you do they just end up at your house later on in the day. He claims most of them are leftovers from brand deals, but some of them are coming from brands you swear they've never worked with. He frequently brings you smoothies and snacks too. Even if he isn't around he will have them delivered to your work, sometimes for your whole office, not just you. If you try to tell him to stop he just makes the tata mic face until you come to a compromise that he will stop sending you drinks if you let him take you out for one.

Jungkook:

If he figures out he has a crush on you, you will not see him for 8-16 days. The first day he realises he will look at you with the widest eyes and blinks a little too slowly, he then excuses himself as soon as possible. He then spends days in his house typing and erasing a text to send to you. It gives him a heart attack when typing bubbles appear because that means you've seen him lurking. He eventually figures out what he wants to do with his crush and then you struggle to get rid of him, not that you necessarily want to, although he did almost follow you into a bathroom once because he was too busy talking and not paying attention to where you were going. When he gets drunk on his own at home he always texts you, nothing serious or even damning, he just is genuinely missing you. It probably comes across wrong because its always 2am, but he is innocently just wondering how you are. Once you fall in to a conversation it is obvious that it wasn't meant as a booty call, as much as you sometimes might wish it was.

#bts fic #kpop fic #namjoon fic #seokjin fic #yoongi fic #hoseok fic #jimin fic #taehyung fic #jungkook fic #bts reactions #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts x reader #bts x you

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winniethewife · 2 months ago

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Can I ask for Poe Dameron on a situation of being your mom's friend/coworker, like reader grew up with the resistance and both their parents fought alongside him. Mom was a pilot on Poe's team and they are very good friends.

So yeah basically ReaderxMBF! ReaderxMBCW!

Hi Ana! okay this was fun to write and so nice for Poevember! I hope you love it, and we bring about even more Mothers Best friend Trope fics.

Whenever I'm alone with you

(MBF!Poe Dameron x GN!Reader)

Warning: Age gap relationship,

Words: 853

Poe had always been the flirtatious sort, he didn’t exactly try to be that way, it just happened. After the war was over and people started to go their own way, many were surprised that Poe didn’t settle down with anyone, in reality he was a bit of a hopeless romantic, and although for a time he had thought he had found the person he wanted to spend his life with, but that wasn’t meant to be. Now years down the line He started to wonder if he was ever going to meet someone who stayed, someone who wanted him for all of him and not just because he was the hot shot resistance leader. What he hadn’t expected was to fall hard for his former coworker’s kid.

One of his fellow resistance pilots had that joined up around the same time as him had a family, She was definitely a few years his senior, she had left her husband and young kid back home while flying for a better future. She had become somewhat of a mentor for Poe, before his skills ultimately surpassed hers and they became close friends, and stayed in touch in the years after the war. Poe was always welcome around their house, but he didn’t take them up on it as often as he should but at one point he did decide to come stay for a while, he needed a break. When he landed he was greeted by his old friend and her child, who was at this point an adult in their own right. He thought his heart was going to stop when he saw them for the first time. They looked so much like her mother had at that age but so different at the same time. Poe knew then He was in trouble.

The first couple days he had managed to act relatively normal, keep the conversation flowing and light, laughing at jokes, listening to stories and telling his own. That didn’t change the fact that the way they looked at him, the way they talked, the way they laughed at his jokes. Everything they did was enchanting, and he wanted make that reaction happen again, he wanted to listen to them speak for hours about anything, he would anything to look into their eyes for the rest of time. He would give everything he had for that. The problem arose on the fourth day of his visit, they were alone for the whole day, he knew that his friend and her husband were going to be busy for a couple days of his stay and he had said he was totally fine fending for himself for a day or two. However he actually spent very little of that time alone, their schedule and their habits lining up perfectly with his. When he was hungry they were in the kitchen, when he wanted some fresh air, they were in the garden. During these moments they got to talking, alone, just the two of them. There was some kind of unmistakable chemistry between them, at some point they ended up having dinner with them, just sitting in their dining space talking over food. Poe was being his usual self, kinda flirty, kinda cocky, but more refined then back in the days of the resistance, he had a more intentional nature around his flirtations, not that they minded, and in fact they flirted back, with a similar intention. By the end of dinner they moved to the living room, sat on the couch while the moonlight filtered in through the curtains. They were sitting rather close, and Poe couldn’t really hold back anymore.

“You know, I like it when we’re alone like this. You make me feel, like I’m a new person again, like I’m ten years younger, but freer than I was then. I don’t have the weight of the world on my shoulders.” He said softly, his dark brown eyes looking into theirs as he leans in closer. They mirror his actions, leaning in closer, maintaining eye contact, their hand drifting towards his arm, fingers brushing over his arm

“I also like being alone with you, you treat me like a person, like an adult. I feel like living on one planet in one place your whole life, everyone still sees you as the kid you once were, but you don’t do that. But you also treat me with more respect than the others my age.” They spoke with their voice low, it’s an intimate sound, sending shivers down his spine as he listens. He can’t help but lean in closer, laying his hand gently on their thigh, his breath hot on their skin.

“You just need a change of pace, someone with a new point of view. Perhaps someone with more…Experience.” It doesn’t take more than that for their lips to meet and their hands to start exploring each other over their clothes. He’s pulling them closer, holding them against his chest. Maybe he hadn’t expected this to be what came from visiting an old friend. But…The heart wants what it wants.

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mistkisbiggestfan · 9 months ago

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Hii here for a tf2 request

May I request a Scout x GN reader where Soldier it's like reader's paternal figure?

He likes to take care of them and tends to protect then the most, so he does the "strict parent" thing when he discovers reader and Scout are dating?? :3

(Sorry if the explication was a bit vague or hard to understand, good afternoon :3!!)

Scout x Gn! Adopted child of Soldier! Reader

A/n: Hey guys REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

Words: 824 Request: Yes

You were a mercenary just like others, a gun for hire, or more like it, an insane person getting paid for their antics.

You and Soldier met years before, in a US army barrack, you were a nobody’s child, orphan, left near an army base, so you grew up there. All of the armists took care of you, mostly the drill sergeants.

But then, Soldier came around, he became your role model, a true father figure, since all you knew was the army, you never felt the true nature of a parent who is a nurturer.

Where Soldier went, it was guaranteed you would be there learning how to be like him. Only difference – you were a tad bit smarter than your found family member, drill sergeants made you sure you were smart as f&!#.

The goofiest father – child duo on earth, you knew how to rocket jump before you could swim. (Which ended in you almost drowning after falling into a river from the jump).

When both of you ended up as mercenaries, others had to deal with not one, but two! Two daredevil American patriots (No way of telling if you were American or not, but no matter what, Soldier made sure you felt American to the core).

You and Scout were very different, he was a loverboy, and you? A tough nutcase. Example.: Soldier taught you to always sleep with a loaded shotgun near, for safety.

You had your fair share of love interests, but anytime Soldier found out he would kidnap the person and make them survive in a forest, just so he knew the person was good enough for you (guess what happened after that, everytime without fail. Boom! You were now single).

All of your teammates liked you, since you were raised a soldier, you could help out with almost any task someone needed. Medic needs help amputating? You’re the first person in the operation room, even before the actual patient. No spare parts for a Sentry? You’re on it. Spy needs more cigs? Yes sir!

You even tend to help Miss Pauling out, managing to scare her anytime you show up unannounced. Since Ms. Pauling and Scout were friends, she knew he was into you, the way he talked about you, the way he smiled at the mention of your name, yeah there was something he wasn’t telling her.

Miss Pauling knew Scout wanted to take you out even before he did. So did Spy and Medic.

For you, the people who helped you realize it were Heavy and Sniper.

Both you and Scout were talking, goofing around, drinking “Bonk – Cola”, just hanging around, when you did so, Medic and Heavy both looked at each other and started quietly talking.

— Do you remember when we used to be like that Doktor?

— Ja.. Days pass so fast, look at them all grown up.

— Are you two talking ‘bout my child maggots?

Soldier butted in. He was then left clueless as Medic & Heavy left.

Soon you realized that there was something about Scout, he was just such a great guy to be around, especially when he acted like his actual self, sure his cocky persona was nice, but under it hid a sweet boy.

You liked loved him for that, and that’s how you realized, “I don’t think I like him just as friends… F#!k.” .

Of all the people Scout turned to Spy for advice, it went terrible. He tried – The whole pickup line was so confusing you just laughed your ass off and then Medic called you. “See you around Scout ^^”

Then Scout called his mom and had a heart to heart about it, the conversation really helped him to actually be true about his feelings to you, this was way different then all he had felt before.

So the same night, he decided to be real about his feelings. Both of you sat on the roof of the base and looked at the stars while he confessed his feelings.

After a long silence, and his distraught face, you kissed him! ❀

Then came the worst part – Telling Soldier.

You were excited to share the news with Soldier, Scout? Not so.

Being Soldier’s closest person, a child of his, made you incapable of fearing fear around him, so you assured Scout it’ll be fine.

Scout decided to be a man and tell Soldier alone.

— Soldier, sir…

— Scout why in the h#ll are you talking like that. Are you a spy!?

— No!! I just wanted to tell you.. Eh, sir? That me and Y/N are dating.

— Are you kidding boy?

— No?

— You better be.

He took out a shotgun!!

Of course he did. Anyways, other than that, of course he had the typical conversation of “Hurt them and I’ll pop this shotgun in your face maggot.”

Scout was almost pissed himself when Soldier just pointed the gun to his face.

As you said, it went great!

#requests open #request #please request #x reader #tf2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 scout x reader

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2cutie · 11 months ago

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Can I request: Possessive husband Havik(mk1) x wife fem s/o who was a slave like him; she is sweet and gentle and the only one who can calm Havik whenever he gets angry and also the only one whom Havik will allow her to call him by his real name Dairou she escapes with him from slavery thanks to her vast telepathy and telekinesis and she gave him a daughter please?

cracks knuckles today, havik, i have forced you to have slept with us, the readers. tis not the bed you made, but it's the one i'm forcing you to sleep in. Angsty but sweet ending. Enjoyy! Not sure if it's exactly what you wanted! But I read 'possessive husband' and I grabbed onto it with my grubby hands

It was nothing less than suspicious how you didn't feel the absolute glower he was sending your way. And it wasn't like you couldn't see him - actually no you couldn't, but like Havik would believe that in the state of enrage he was in. His teeth ground at the display before him.

When did you and Reiko get so friendly, anyways?

It's not like you had been in Outworld too long. Give or take a few months, but that didn't explain the sudden connection between you two unlikely candidates, and Reiko didn't seem like he was being innocent.

Havik had brought you along to Outworld because you were tactful; more organized that he was in his constant state of chaos. With Hotaru's control advancing daily, Havik was forced to look anywhere in the realms for allies to revolt. The decision was heavy, but you both had to leave your child in the safety of your home and friends as you went to Outworld.

That alone pricked his skin with paranoia most days; the uncertainty of exactly what was happening, where his child was and what she was doing. Uncertainty grew each day, and Hotaru was not forgiving. Havik was generally an always on-edged persona, ready to crack if the pressure was harsh enough. But now, more than ever.

Which brought you both here, allied to Shao Khan who would promise to free Chaosrealm for your aide first.

But you were supposed to be rallying forces; promoting the cause. So why were you flirting with Reiko?

In actuality, you were not. In the very back of his senseless mind he knew you weren't. But it didn't make him like the display any less. He watched, his breathes leaving him as deep growls opposed to air. You smiled, even laughed. Jealousy was itching under his skin.

You were so kind, so gentle - it was a call for attention in a world full of hostility. You were so vulnerable.

Havik tensed when Reiko put a hand upon your shoulder, lingering longer than he needed to. He rubbed your bicep, the way he leaned down to you when he spoke…

That almost sent him off. He felt his eye dilate in on the war general, his fingers twitching. He just managed to keep his composure. He knew Reiko's nature. He fought beside him in the battles for General Shao. He didn't trust him. And he certainly didn't trust him around you.

You laughed, again. So he was funny now?

Havik was practically seething. His teeth gritted harder, and his breaths shuddered. He kept his anger at bay by envisioning tearing Reiko's wrist clean off his body for touching you. But it only radiated that desire more. He was so tempted to just pull you away, then and there, and show everyone just who you belonged to.

You bore his child, not Reiko's. And you could do it again.

...He needed to calm down.

Havik blinked.

Then something happened.

Reiko went too far.

His hands were digging into your hips. He towered over you with a seductive smirk and he was backing you up to the nearest wall. It wasn't a friendly conversation anymore; it was well past flirting. Havik's plasma burned and he shot off the wall he leaned against.

Reiko leaned in, and when you turned away, he only pushed into your neck.

Your telepathy crossed Havik's mind in a panic: A plea for help.

He moved as soon as he had your permission to. Without a thought of how to do so; he would figure it out when he got there. Though he had a few ideas. He knew you wouldn't like them.

He shoved his way between you and Reiko, shouldering him with brute strength backwards. Reiko stumbled back at the surprise intrusion, and he clashed with a few people before righting his stance.

Reiko bore his teeth in warning, scowling. Upon seeing Havik, though, it shifted to a shit-eating grin. "Did I piss off the guard dog?" He moved himself closer to Havik, snearing up to him. His imposing height did little to impose Shao's second in command. "Maybe you should stay a little closer to your bitch."

A subhuman crack was heard as soon as the words fell from Reiko's lips. Blood soon came after. Havik raised his arm again, to strike -

"Dairou!" That made him pause. His eyes immediately snapped over to you, trying to keep himself from attacking. "Don't," you pleaded him. "It's not worth it."

Despite your words, the fact you wanted him to calm down wanted to make him blow his feud more. His breath was bestial and he closed his eyes, trying to force words out. "He called you a 'bitch'." His voice was almost a whisper, a thin conceal of rage.

You went to respond.

Reiko cut you off with a bark of laughter. "Dairou?" His laugh was insulting, even with blood coursing down his nose, staining his teeth. Havik's head rounded back to him. "Is that your true name? How befitting of such a weak warlord. You couldn't even save the land you were born on." He sneered again, tilting his head back in disgust before he gazed to you. "You have to impose on ours to stand a chance. She deserve a real warrior. One who served in actual wars. And won."

Havik's entire body boiled with each passing word. He had used his true name, an insult as is. Not even the brutal ache of the time he was subjected to as a prisoner did he ever feel so much anger.

He didn't even process when he lunged at Reiko. Barely felt his hands gripping around his throat, and the scratches and wounds he received in return. He only could hear himself growling, then the brutal sound of Reiko's body slamming into the floor.

He would only stop when he had Reiko's heart under his boot.

-- Well, the tournament's after banquet ended sooner than was expected. The incident ended involving both the Umgadi and Edenian guards to separate the two men.

Fortunately Sindel was still considerate to allow you both a room to stay within even after such a display.

Havik was still seething, unsatisfied that Reiko's pulse was still ongoing and did not end by his hand. His shoulders still heaved with annoyance and vexation. He paced the room as if he was a caged animal. He could feel the blood cursing through his every vein and how it scorched ablaze. There was the urge to explode, one that could not be satisfied. Reiko's insults still cut deep, the memory playing rampant in his mind. He wouldn't let it go.

He took a sharp inhale and looked over to you. You, who now had to deal with his wrath and fury. He didn't want to take his anger out on you, but there was no other outlet. He managed to turn away with another growl, looking at you through the corner of his eye. He couldn't make eye contact, knowing his anger would slip out. He was too strung out to speak, simply grunting in frustration. He continued pacing, his footfall heavy and loud. A beast in a cell.

"Dairou-"

That did it. That was the overfill to his uncapped emotions.

“Shut up!" Havik comamanded, stopping sharply. He didn't turn back to you. "Just shut up! That name is a curse, and I don’t want to hear it coming out of your mouth again!” You opened your mouth, but he continued as he finally turned to you. His eyes were narrowed and you knew he would be scowling if he could. “You could have stopped that damn conversation! You should have stopped him! Instead you told him my name."

He wanted to just shout his anger away, even if it meant yelling at you. The fact that you just stood there quietly while he screamed made him even more agitated.

You could tell his anxieties were beginning to rise to the surface level. His body was beginning to shake.

He would come undone if he wasn't so keen to keep hidden. His fears of Chaosrealm, the future of you, and his daughter- he feared he would lose it all, and was already starting to. He was hiding behind his wall of defensive mechanisms, itching for a fight to keep the fire burning. To protect it all from spilling.

But you saw it. You always did.

"Havik.." You spoke inside his mind instead; he would not listen to you any other way.

His stance dropped instantly, his head dropping. His eyebrows furrowed and his voice sounded almost broken. "Get out of my head.." You always seemed to know his weakness; how to parry him from his own downfall.

His body felt heavy, like it lost every ounce of energy it had fought to keep. His shoulders sagged and he breathed a sigh of frustration. Without his anger, he felt empty; he had lost the thing he was keen to focus on. His voice was tired, defeated.

"Please do something." He spoke so softly, the strength inside of him perished. He who had been a raging beast a moment ago was defeated by the only emotion he had. "Hit me. Punch me. Yell back. Something."

How desperate he was to keep hiding. Havik kept his eyes closed, as if expecting your lashing. But it never came.

Only your gentle hands came to run over his chest, stopping at his harness. He cracked his eyes open in time to watch you unbuckle it, and let it and his armor fall off his body.

The remainder of his chest was exposed, more scars evident in the lighting.

He was confused, and yet you stayed silent. He didn't like it.

He felt exposed. You had removed a layer of protection that hid away memories. He felt.. Vulnerable.

When his dark eyes snapped to yours, he was only met with a gentle gaze. Your hands roamed along his arms again, picking them up and turning them over to expose the fresh wound Reiko had left on him he was ignoring. You rubbed the unharmed skin gently, soothingly. "Are you keeping these?"

It seemed he was, considering he hadn't healed them himself yet.

Havik looked to the wounds on his arms as well, watching as the blood gushed from it when he tensed the muscle. He attitude was still grim and the pain of them were a welcome feeling as they were a reminder to the pain and anger he felt inside. He nodded, solemn.

You understood. You pushed gently on his shoulders to get him to sit, but he wouldn't. His nerves were still on the fritz. You allowed him to stand.

He watched you under piercing eyes as you went and got a medical kit, opening it on a nearby table. You began sourcing through it.

You were going to patch him.

There was no need. You both knew this. It felt unnecessary, wasteful on him. Pointless. It made him bristle in a bit of discomfort. "There is no need," he tried to argue, retaining his tough front. "I want them to be a reminder of what he did. I want the pain to always be there, to always be present and to never go away so I can remember.” The pain was something he embraced. Another chapter to his book of rage. The anguish served as a reminder that any insult or injustice that would happen to him would not be without retaliation.

"I know," you responded. Simple; vague. It made his fingers clench. How did you always know? "I'm just going to clean and wrap them. I'm not letting you get infected."

When you came back over, he awkwardly held his arms out to you. Neither of you cared about that blood that stained the carpet below. While he didn't really want it, he knew it was your way of taking care of him. How you were gentle with him.

That soothed him as much as it made him bristle. He was still not used to such generosity and kindness. Even after so many years with you, he still didn't know how to react with his rough edges in fear he would harm you.

Havik always hated when people were tender to him because of the unfamiliarity. He hated when people would care for him, like he was a child. But the fact it was you, and you were so gentle, made him long for it.

He finally spoke. He had to know. "Why do you care so much?"

Your eyes flickered to his. You saw his uneasiness, and his hidden display of longing. You focused back on his wounds. "Because I love you, Havik. I married you. You don't have to put on a front around me." You held a damp rag over his wound. pressing to stop the bleeding. There was brief moment of silence before you continued, wearing a half of a smirk. "You're almost as stubborn as our child.. Almost."

Havik rolled his eyes at the mention of his stubbornness. He continued to look away, as if embarrassed. He took a deep breath, suppressed his desire to fight. When he met your eyes back, his gaze was tender. "I.. suppose I may be as hard-headed as her."

"You suppose? You are." You chuckled. "But I suppose I did fall in love with it, afterall. I can't say too much about it without sounding a hypocrite." You brought his knuckles to your lips and kissed them. You let your lips linger.

He finally allowed himself to relax when you kissed him. You had finally melted him. Melted away his mask of anger.

"I know you're just worried. About everything. I am too." You got out the gauze and began to wrap it around him, ever gentle. "Our home will be fine. Our daughter will be just fine. We will win this war." As you finished, you put your hand atop his and brought it to your chest. "We will be just fine. Hotaru will not win. I promise you that, Havik."

His heart began to pulse quickly again, but this time from wamrth. He could feel your heartbeat as well. You were being a rock; something to solidify him against. An anchor. And you were the only person he would allow himself to be weak in front of.

"No," he said after a moment's breath.

"No?" You repeated, confused.

He let out a slow breath, staring down to you. He gave a small nod. "My name. Say my name."

You stared back. A pure smile crept atop your lips. Your eyes melted into that of pure adoration. "Dairou," you said, and it felt almost as if it were an embrace. One that held promise, a security; for your words, your faithfulness. That you were his, and he - as himself, as Dairou - was yours.

#mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat #havik #mk havik #mk1 havik #havik x reader #mortal kombat x reader #my writing

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tortugatalks · 2 years ago

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𝗙𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗔𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘁 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀|ᴴᶜˢ

where you and your guy sleep in a hammock big enough for two!

a.n. i like to think that after creature adventuring, it's lights out for the bros, so for these hcs, i'll be focusing on how it'd be with them not having gone out on an adventure for the day.

𓆉 gender neutral reader

𓆉 established romantic relationship

𓆉 no warnings!

Martin Kratt

━ ever had those moments where everything is suddenly funny after sundown? yup, that's basically the whole ordeal here. you'll goof around so much; efforts including swinging the hammock like crazy, pressing your cold feet against the other's leg, and laughing your asses off when it's dead silent.

━ he just loves to talk to you before bedtime. very comfort-sounding, but you two get way too ahead of yourselves with the constant giggling, shifting and bursts of volume.

━ comes to a point where the rest of the gang either a.) joins in on the conversation and you'll all talk amongst each other until you slowly begin to knock yourselves out one by one or b.) begs you two to shut up :')

━ on the off chance that neither of you can sleep, but the rest of the crew IS asleep, you'll whisper to each other about literally anything and everything. mindless conversation is typical, but the grounded ones are where it's at! these types of conversations are very introspective and musing. when martin speaks, it's selfless—in the subject of nature, his brotherly love for chris, his love for his friends and you. he speaks as though his words have a life of their own. if there's anything that makes him happy, it's that he knows what he cherishes.

━ there's this certain soft look he gives you when you're the one talking. one where he looks at you and says, “i'm listening to you” in that quiet way where it’s not even an offer, but a promise. you could talk endlessly about all sorts of things, and he wouldn't mind.

━ to him, it's heaven laying on top of your chest and having you play with his hair. he just plops onto you, which more often than not, knocks the air out of you! run your fingers through his scalp and he'll practically melt right then and there. it's a gentle, soothing sensation that always manages to send him into an instant state of euphoria <3

━ occasionally puts you on his chest and holds you as you sleep, your head resting on his heart. he'll sneak in a quick smooch before making himself cozy and drifts off to sleep.

━ as calming as it is minutes before slumber, the actual sleeping process is a nightmare. you'll end up intertwining your limbs with one another and whatever blankets you had on are long gone and forgotten. can't call it a good night's sleep unless one of you wake up with a cramp in your leg!

bonus: drools in his sleep, snores like a lawnmower. have him lay his head on your upper torso for the night, but don't be too surprised when you wake up to a pool of saliva on your chest. as for the snoring? there are times when you gotta shake him awake to get him to put a sock in it. he's always visibly disoriented, says "hmn? yeah. yeah, okay," and then goes back to snoring as if he didn't process your request (which, let's be honest, he did not :') )

Chris Kratt

━ it takes a while for him to get some proper shut-eye, more than anyone else in the tortuga. he's restless and a bit of an insomniac (of which he's not exactly sure why, but that’s probably the best way to describe his sleeping habits).

━ very sweet though and tries not to move a muscle for your sake. he doesn't wanna wake you, but in doing so, his body stiffens, which makes you feel how tense he really is. you know, of course, that the problem isn't his body, but his mind. (the same can be said if you're the one who happens to have trouble sleeping.)

━ to exhaust yourselves/clear your heads, you both take to leaving the tortuga and going for a stroll. a familiar routine and a peaceful one where your legs walk aimlessly around the environment, passing through a certain ambience that makes it seem as if your surroundings have been specifically curated just for the both you. however, walking isn't all that you do. activities as you two walk typically depend on the kind of biome you're in, but it's nothing short of an adventure.

━ biomes like deserts or those near bodies of water involve creature exploration (so much for a day free of creature adventuring!). you're out discovering animals that you really haven't taken the time to appreciate previously, and its an experience you two can call your own. it doesn't take long before you tire yourselves out and head back to the tortuga.

⤷ he's a side sleeper that needs to have a hold on something. so in turn, this makes him a big spoon, though he's more than willing to be the little spoon! doesn't necessarily move much while asleep like a certain someone else, but he does tend to lightly squeeze your form every now and then when he's spooning! (also, can i just say how much i love that its canon that he sucks his thumb in his sleep?? LIKE??? man, get a load of THIS guy <3)

━ biomes filled with trees, however, calls for a goofy climbing and swinging montage experience! a favourite for sure. maybe not ideal for a nightly activity, but not to worry, he's got ya!

━ after that, you two rest on sturdy branches up in a tree. the moment is calm and light. although no one can hear you, you two opt to talk to each other in hushed tones. insecurities, hopes, dreams—it's a very personal sort of intimacy that you two douse yourselves in.

━ when either of you lean on the other's shoulder, that's when its time to call it a night. thing is, you'll literally have to keep yourselves from passing out of exhaustion as you two make your way back. lots of slurred speech in mumbled-like forms, soft laughter and holding each other steady by the arms. he stumbles quite a bit when fatigued, so if he ends up tripping over nothing, fear not! help lift him up and he'll let out an apologetic chuckle + a sheepish "thanks" <3

bonus: he's a mouth breather when he sleeps. like okay yeah, he doesn't really snore much, but the feeling of his breath against your neck isn't always the most pleasant. also? he mumbles in his sleep, which is honestly pretty cute! sometimes, you'll even hear him mutter your name :')

#wild kratts x reader #martin kratt x reader #chris kratt x reader

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luvrxbunny · 1 year ago

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loveseat

Pairing: Vampire!Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: It’s Halloween! You go as a vampire and Eddie loves your fangs.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, blood, blood consumption, vampires, biting, non-consensual voyeurism (?) (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 4.5k

A/N: Reader’s shorts aren’t timeline-appropriate but idc. also I’ve never seen Ferris Bueller idk if there actually is any suspense . this might just be an nonsensical ramble

This year for Halloween Steve threw a party, you all almost died and were now focused on living life to the fullest as long as you could. Which means indulging in simple pleasures like house parties. You had to convince Eddie to come, he didn’t feel like celebrating. It’s been less than a year and he was back sure, but he didn’t survive. He’s a little different now, he needs different things but he’s still Eddie. You tell him all this and more to explain why he should come. You manage to coax him to the party and he ends up having a blast. You both dressed up, Eddie is a wizard and you decided to be a vampire. You think it’s hilarious but Eddie is still on the fence. He’s a little insecure about it, the fact that he’s different. You’re trying to show and convince him that it’s really not a big deal.

This party had gotten a little out of hand, some random people trickling in, not even knowing who the host was, only seeking alcohol and a good time but it still resulted in a fun night for everyone. You never have very much fun at parties, you’re a little too anti-social to enjoy being packed in a room with sweaty strangers. You always go to Steve’s parties though, to support him but also because the little after-party you all have is your favorite part of the night.

You guys are in Steve’s basement watching Ferris Bueller and passing around two of Eddie’s joints. The boys are sitting on the two loveseats on either end of the main couch, Nancy in her cat costume is on Steve’s end, you’re on Eddie's end and Robin in her dog costume is in the middle. None of you are paying attention to the movie, you’ve all seen it before.

There’s a natural split that happens as the night moves on. Robin, Steve, and Nancy are having one conversation, rotating one of Eddie’s joints among the three of them. You have the other, you're lying down with your head tilted back over the armrest, talking to Eddie. He’s leaning over you and smiling as you speak, his hair creating a curtain over you, tickling your neck. He’s talking and joking with you as you blow smoke into his face. He looks up to see if anyone notices your giggle, higher than usual, making his heart speed up but he’s met with Robin’s back, forcing a scoff from his lips. You look up and see what he’s staring at, you giggle and shake your head at him. “They really just took the joint, huh?”

His eyes widen with his smile as he laughs out, “They really did!” You’re both laughing as Eddie leans down to kiss you but the angle is awkward and it has you laughing against his chin. “Just come over here, baby” He whispers against your lips softly before backing away to give you room. You look over at your friends and see them still engrossed in their own conversation, they definitely won’t mind if you move. You slowly stand and make your way to Eddie.

Eddie watches you walk over, you look incredible. His old Hellfire shirt falls over your thighs, covering the shorts you’re wearing, the way your fingers come around the joint, and your painted nails complimenting the white paper. He smiles at your pink socks as they pad across the carpet. He’s excessively aware of the way your body presses to him when you place yourself half in his lap. Your thighs rest on top of his but your butt is on the couch, you’re leaning into him resting your head on his shoulder, inhaling and sighing out. “You always smell so good, Eddie.”

You pull your head out of his neck and snort at his outfit before taking a hit. He is grinning widely at you, his eyes wide in shock, “You did not just laugh at me.” This just makes you giggle more, slightly choking on the smoke. “I rolled for you! For free, baby!” You laugh at him and fall into his chest, feeling it inflate with his slow chuckles. “I can’t believe this.” He says with fake shock in his voice and on his face.

You sit up and peck kisses all over his face, small laughs slipping through as you press your lips against him. “I pay you in kisses, Eddie! And my love.” You drape your arms over his shoulders and drop your body weight into him, being careful not to burn anything with your joint. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you, struggling with his cape a bit first. You feel his body slowly relax into yours, bringing a smile to your face. You kiss the side of his head quickly before reaching your other hand behind his neck, trying to get the joint to your lips. Eddie can feel your arm moving, almost placing him in a headlock, and starts wiggling his way out of your grip. He notices the joint and gasps dramatically, “You only love me for joints!” You burst into laughter again.

You and Eddie joke a bit more, eventually getting sucked back into the movie. Actually, Eddie isn’t interested in the film but you’re absolutely absorbed by it, as if it were the most riveting thing you’d ever seen. He knows it’s because you’re high but it humors him nonetheless. You’re jumping in time with the suspense and it has him holding back a giggle. You feel his chest bounce and look up at him. You realize that he’s laughing at you and readjust yourself, no longer resting on his chest, you sit up so your head is level with his. “You’re supposed to be watching the movie, Eddie.” You say his name with an accusatory tone that reminds him of grade school hall monitors. It makes his heart swell.

He swallows a laugh before answering you, “I am, baby!” You watch him turn his head and pretend to watch the movie, glancing over at you every once in a while to see if you were still looking, you always were. Until he stopped checking, you assumed he actually got interested in the movie. You try to go back to watching the movie but your mind keeps wandering back to Eddie, along with your eyes. You now understand the appeal of just watching your lover.

You stare at Eddie as he watches the movie. Your eyes are wandering down his face now, watching the way his big brown eyes flit across the screen to take in the scene, the way his mouth mutters little thoughts without him even realizing. You take in his strong jawline and the plush of his lips, how pink they are, and his tongue as it licks over them. You watch his face split into a smile that has you grinning along, not even knowing what he’s smiling at. You watch his dimple make an appearance with his shiny white teeth… his teeth. You examine them for the entire duration of his smile, wondering about his fangs. You’ve only seen them once, on accident.

A few days after the incident, Eddie had seemed… off. He’d been staying with you because you were too worried to let him go home on his own. The love of your life had almost died, you weren’t about to let him out of your sight anytime soon. He had gone to shower, he announced it with a quiet mumble and left. You let him, even though you had wished you could accompany him just to make sure he was safe. You tried to keep your paranoia at bay but after twenty minutes you decided to check on him. You paused the TV and his quiet whimpering groans immediately became audible to you. You felt as though you were having a heart attack as you rushed over to the bathroom.

“Eddie?!” You can hear him groan at your voice and clear his throat before answering. “Baby, I’m fine. Go back to the couch.”

In the bathroom, Eddie was getting upset with you. He had felt weird ever since he got back, not being able to eat, the sun hurt his eyes, and water had begun to have zero appeal to him. He was sitting on the couch with you when he felt a shooting pain in his mouth, sending him to the bathroom to check it out. His heart stopped when he saw the fangs, he tried pulling them out, pushing them back in but nothing was working. He tried sticking his nail underneath his gums, attempting to root the teeth out but nothing worked, he kept trying until his gums were bleeding, tears springing to his eyes. That’s when you started knocking.

You ignore him and attempt to open the door to find it locked. This just scared you even more, Eddie never locks your doors. Images of him in the Upside Down flashed through your mind as you struggled with the door, tears welling in your eyes as you panicked. “Eddie, please open the door!” Your voice was watery and shaking as you yelled at him, your heart was racing, working up to a panic attack as you started banging on the door. “Please!”

You started screaming at him, tears streaming down your face as you choked on your sobs, unable to get the image of his pale, motionless, bloody body out of your mind. You were starting to get hysterical when he opened the door with his mouth in a tight scowl and anger flaring in his eyes, at you. It broke your heart. Your breathing stopped, frozen with the rest of your body as you waited for him to say something, his features softened as he took in your unsettled state. He whipped himself back around and mumbled to you, “Go back to the couch.” It broke you even more. You remember thinking that Eddie was “Flayed”, you never witnessed it but you’ve heard the kids and Steve talking about it and it was the only solution you had for his sudden behavior change.

You walked towards him slowly, wiping your tears and sniffing. You placed your hand on his shoulder and he had flinched, you ripped your hand away and started questioning him. You asked him what you did, what he was doing, how you could help but he gave no response. You just stood there dumbly behind him, in silence waiting for an answer to any of your questions. After what felt like months of silence you circled Eddie, moving to his other side so you could see his face, you wanted to know how he was feeling, how he was reacting to your questions.

Instead, you were met with his tears, silently streaming down his face, his shoulders shaking as he tried to hold it all in. You questioned him on why he was crying, lightly placing a hand on his arm to see how he’d react and he flinches from you again before finally speaking. “Something is wrong… with me.” You’re watching Eddie as he speaks and you can see his fangs peaking out, your brows furrow in confusion before you can control your reaction. Eddie turns around again and continues talking. He explained how he didn’t feel ‘right’, he told you his symptoms, and theories and rambled on about how he thinks he should get himself tested, maybe get away for a bit to make sure he’s okay and safe. Leaving you behind in Hawkins.

You grabbed him and forced him to turn around, he was mid-sentence and you could see them. You deliberately left your hand on him, letting him know you weren’t scared as you stepped closer to examine them, he was frozen in fear. His mind was racing with how he thought you would react but you just kissed him. So softly, he didn’t reciprocate at first and you pulled back, and smiled at him with a shaking head before pulling him in again. He kissed you back so desperately that time, so grateful that you still loved him. You both figured out his new body together, you helped him be okay with feeding on people, you’ve gotten him to feed off you twice but you're trying to get him to feed on you regularly. He firmly denies and disagrees with the idea.

Back in the present you’re still just staring at Eddie’s mouth thinking about how it would feel to have his fangs sink into your neck. Upon the thought, your eyes wander down to his neck. You watch it tense and un-tense with the suspense of the movie. You’re high and you’ve got biting on the brain. You also so happen to be wearing the perfect costume for it. You lean in slowly, your heart racing as if you were going to puncture his skin. You begin to dampen your panties as you open your mouth. You feel the pressure of his skin on the fangs and hear a small gasp from him before you bite down.

A moan rips out of his lips before he can stop it. The room goes silent at the sound and Eddie tries to play it off as a cough and pretends he can’t feel everyone staring at him. He continues to stare at the movie like nothing happened as you play his sound over and over in your head.

Robin, Nancy, and Steve end up laughing it off and going back to their previous conversation. You watch Eddie closely, his eyes are still on the TV and a smirk is slowly growing on your lips. Once he’s sure they’ve moved on to a new topic he slowly turns his head to look at you. His jaw is clenched, his eyes are wild and his chest is heaving. You watch his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows nervously before speaking.

“Don’t do that.” His voice is stern, he sounds like he might actually mean it. You’d believe him if he wasn't already growing hard under your legs. He thinks you can’t feel it, him twitching and growing against you but you most definitely can. You giggle and bite your lip playfully before answering him.

“Why not?” His face twitches for a moment at your defiance, Eddie knew you had some fight in you, despite your sweet exterior. It’s one of the things he loves about you. He’s never had it directed at him though. He’s surprised, not really angry but very amused. You’re biting your lip again, with the fake teeth, the fangs, this time. It has him running hot, his breathing speeding up and shuddering as he tries to keep himself under control. You watch his jaw twitch and it has a smile spreading over your face again, his mouth mirroring the shape of yours.

Eddie leans towards you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in so he can push into your lips. You kiss him back eagerly as you reposition yourself, spreading your legs for him. Eddie can feel the change and groans against your lips in response. “They’re gonna notice us, baby.”

He doesn’t mean it, there isn’t any real concern in his voice as he whispers in your ear. He kisses you one more time before moving to the corner of your mouth, down to your chin, and then over your neck. Your hands bury themselves in his hair, pulling him close and gripping it at the roots as you try and hold in your whimpers. “You’re right.”

Your voice is high and desperate as you speak. You can feel a smirk spread against your skin at your voice but Eddie keeps kissing. You feel him shift his hips, pressing his hard cock perfectly to your clit. You have to bite down on your lip painfully, gripping into Eddie’s hair hard enough to feel the vibration of his groan against your neck before you pull him away. “Lemme get in your lap, honey.”

He looks like he wants to moan out at you but stops himself and sits back on the loveseat. He pulls his wizard cape from under him and lays it gently next to him before smiling back at you. It’s such an endearing scene to watch, you kiss him on his lips, lovingly, and gingerly before placing a smaller one on his nose and crawling onto his lap. You hear his sharp inhale when you fully seat yourself in his lap. Your eyelids flutter at the feel of his perfect cock against your aching pussy and you bury yourself in his neck. “I love you s’much, Eddie.”

He actually moans in your ear at that, grinding his hips up into you as hard as he can. One of his hands comes up from his hip to the back of your head so he can keep you in his neck as he throws his head back, still thrusting up into you.

You take this as a cue to bite him again but you give him a little warning first. You slowly open your mouth, extra careful not to let any noises slip out as he keeps thrusting himself up to you. You scrape the fangs as gently as you can on the side of his neck. You can feel his hips stutter as his thighs tense when you start. His breathing gets a little louder too, faster with little moans slipping through. “Fuck- Baby..”

The way he says it sounds like a warning but once again his body is tattling on him. The way his breath hitches, his hips grind into you faster and his moans that start slipping out are obvious signs that he loves it. You lick over the stripe you’ve dragged down his neck before starting over at the top. You move a little to the side, heading for his adam’s apple, mesmerized by the way it bobs with his moans. You kiss and bite down his neck while you begin to fumble with the button of his pants.

You can feel his stomach tensing against your knuckles as you open and unzip his pants. His hands come up to grip your arms, squeezing you hard enough to stop your movements and pulling your head out of his neck to look at him. His flushed red, his cheeks holding a little more pigment than the rest of his face. You kiss his cheeks gently.

“What is it, sweetheart?” You whisper to him before kissing his other cheek. His eyes are shut tight and his hands are bruising where they grasp you as he tries to catch his breath. He opens his eyes and you hold in a gasp, his eyes are red. They aren’t blood red but they’re not brown anymore. “Your eyes…”

He looks down and huts his eyes, a nervous smile on his lips. “I’m sorry. I’m-” He chuckles quietly when you place your hands on his jaw, pulling his head up towards you. “You’ve got me all worked up, baby.” It comes out as a whine as he feels your lips on his eyelids, kissing them. “I think they’ll go away in a second. Just- just give me a second.” He buries his head in your neck, mouthing at the skin softly.

You don’t want to give him a second though, and you don’t want his eyes to go back to normal. You want to see how you make him lose control and to know that you’re the only person who can do it to him. You let Eddie find solace in your neck but continue to rub your hands over him. You run them up his back, up his neck, and behind his head. You bring your hands to his front, rubbing his sides along the way and then up his chest. You trail them down his stomach and shove one into his boxers, gripping his hard, leaking cock. He moans into the crook of your neck and his hips buck up, thrusting his dick further into your hand.

His hands move from your arms to your back, they’re frantic, rubbing the expanse of it and pulling you closer to him. He’s moaning raggedly into your neck and your face is pressed into his, biting him softly in a million places as your hand glides up and down his wet cock. Eddie’s hands come up to your hair and pull you out of his neck, kissing you roughly, desperately. You’re licking into his mouth, tasting him when his fangs start to slide out. He starts to whine when he feels them break through his gums but you won’t let him pull away. You bite his lip with your fangs and keep your hands buried in his hair to keep him in place.

He whines a little louder than is safe and you immediately separate and hide his face in your neck, looking over to the others to see if they noticed. You don’t stop moving but you can see Steve looking at the two of you while Robin and Nancy keep talking. You can see him analyzing the position you guys are in, trying to decide whether he deems it appropriate or not. You can see when he realizes that Eddie’s pants are undone, and heat begins to rise to his face. You watch his mouth part in awe when he sees your hand moving between your bodies. You watch his eyes trail up your arm, up your body before meeting yours. His face is beet red and you’re lightly smirking at him, bringing your other hand up to press one finger against your lips.

It’s a risky move, your heart is pounding the whole time but Eddie doesn’t even notice. He’s still groaning into your neck and gently grinding his hips into your hand. You watch Steve’s eyelids flutter and his jaw clench before he nods his head shakily and returns to his conversation, his eyes flickering up to look at you and Eddie every once in a while.

You focus your attention back on Eddie as his little groans turn into grunts a whines of frustration. He pulls his head out of your neck and looks at you with an intense, heated gaze that has your hips twitching in his lap. His eyes are still red and you can see his fangs peaking out of his lips. He leans and kisses you before speaking in a low, gruff voice. “I’m…” He takes a few shuddering deep breaths before continuing, “I’m hungry.” You can feel his dick twitch in your hand as precum spills over the tip, running down your hand.

Your brain short circuits as you moan at his statement as he leans in for another kiss. You feel his tongue push into your mouth, licking all inside, tasting you as you touch him. He moans into the kiss before moving to your neck, sending a flare of arousal between your legs. Your hand subconsciously slows to a stop as you wait for him to feed off of you. You can feel him hesitating, he always does. You’re writhing in anticipation and arousal as he waits. You can feel his breath hitting your neck, you can hear him inhaling your scent. “Eddie just bite me.”

He dives in. He rips open your skin a little more roughly than he usually does. He is groaning into your wound as he drinks up all your blood. You can feel it running down your neck, spilling out of his mouth. His dick is twitching from where it rests in your hand, demanding your attention. He clamps down harder into your neck when you start jerking him off again, his hips twitching up into you while he moans. He pulls his fangs from your skin and starts licking the blood that dripped down your neck, flattening his tongue against your neck as he licks a stripe up your neck.

He brings his head up to look at you and he’s a mess. Behind his hooded eyes, his pupils are insanely dilated and his irises are still red. Strands of his hair are stuck in the blood that's smeared around his lips, his bangs pushed up and messy on his forehead from how he was trying to bury himself in your neck. He kisses you and you can feel your warm blood on your face, staining you. You can taste the copper in your mouth as you suck on his tongue, taking everything he’s giving you.

His breathing speeds up as you lick around his mouth, drinking up the rest of your blood. His eyelids flutter as they roll back and close. His lips tremble before he bites into them, licking up some more of your blood in the process. “I- fuck me. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum, baby. Shit.”

His hands leave you and his hips thrust up into the air as he reaches his peak. He lifts you slightly off the couch in the motion due to his newfound strength. It’s the same reason he refuses to touch you while he cums, he loses control.

You take a quick glance around the room, keeping in mind to keep your hand moving. You spot Steve, his chest heaving and eyes blown wide as he stares at Eddie. You turn your gaze back to Eddie and have to agree with his fascination because watching Eddie cum is the most beautiful thing ever.

His head is thrown back exposing his neck and the streaks of your blood that have dried there. His adam's apple jumps in time with his silent moans and groans while his hips buck into your hand. His eyes are squeezed shut, eyebrows drawn in as his hands grip the couch. The sight has your hips twitching against his leg.

Eddie’s moans slow to a stop and his hips stutter as they come down. His gasping for air and bringing his hands back to your hips, trying to pull you closer to him. You tuck him back into his pants and scoot up his lap. You kiss his cheek quickly before bringing you cum-covered hand up to his face. “Look at the mess you made, Eddie.”

His eyes are on you with a delirious look as they slowly fade back to brown. “So sorry, sweetness.”

You hum at him in response before licking up your palm, you make sure to get between your fingers as you watch him. You see something flash in his eyes and he tries to press his hips into again but whimpers in sensitivity when he comes in contact with your pussy.

“So tasty, Eds.” You giggle at him as he drops his head in your chest. He kisses you sternum, then your throat, then your lips.

“Mm I think you taste better, sweetheart.” He says with a loving smile, his dimple making an appearance. You giggle and hug him tightly.

“Maybe… You’re gonna have to give me another taste someday.” You wink at him as he blushes.

His mind already racing with scenarios.

Thank you so much for reading!! Please please please give any feedback you may have! I want it all!

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blackjackkent · 1 month ago

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I didn't notice before that the little altar where Jaheira's timeless body spell is sitting has a big carving of a deer behind it. That's a nice touch.

Interestingly, I don't think Rakha really has a sense of what this is about. Her understanding of magic is very instinctual and comes from witnessing spells in practice and the way different things interact with the Weave. This sort of notation would not mean much to her - which is good, because it means it makes sense for her to ask Jaheira about it, curious as ever.

And hey! It's time for a completely unrelated dialogue that I forgot Rakha hadn't had yet!

"The cub speaks."

"Cub?"

Jaheira blinks, and then laughs ruefully. "Huh," she says, with an air that indicates she did not entirely expect the word to have come out until it already had. "Not so much a term of age or affection," she goes on, "as simple old habit. You object?"

(A/N: This is kinda fun. :P Hector had not yet met Jaheira's kids when he had this conversation with her. Rakha has a somewhat different perspective."

Rakha thinks this over. She has heard Karlach use nicknames for people, including herself, so this isn't particularly puzzling - but she is surprised, nevertheless. Partly because she simply wasn't expecting it - and partly because she has already heard Jaheira use the term... to the children upstairs.

Not a term of age or affection... This is, Rakha realizes with abrupt clarity, a lie. And the reality of that fact leaves her off-balance.

I do not deserve these things. These bits of trust, these kind gestures.

Then again... Minsc is like her. And Jaheira values him this way - and more.

"I've been called worse things," she says gruffly after a long pause.

Jaheira's eyes narrow with a flash of humor. "And will be agaqin - but now I shall mutter them under my breath out of respect."

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"I found a strange scroll in your sanctuary," Rakha tells her after a while, feeling a sudden pressing need to change the subject. Magic is easier for her to talk about than... whatever that was. "Something about a timeless body."

Jaheira sighs dramatically. "The threat of spanking never kept the children from poking through my things," she says dryly. "Why should it deter you?" A pause; she looks past Rakha at the scroll on the table. "It is a ritual. Or it describes one at least. Practiced by druids of certain esoteric circles. If they be learned and powerful enough, the practitioner of this ritual might slow their aging. Extend their life well beyond its natural reach."

A frown tugs her mouth down at the corners. "In greener days I might have been strong enough to do it. I might be yet, with the right preparations..."

(A/N: I stand by my existing and developing headcanons about this in my particular Jaheira timeline. She initially started looking into this ritual with the intention of extending Rasaad's lifespan - and incorporated both existing druidic tradition and Rasaad's own Timeless Body feature as a monk into it. She was successful enough to give him more years - but not by any stretch enough for him to live to match her, or to see Rion grow up. And now he's dead, and the ritual's only remaining use, should she manage to complete it, is for her to continue to fight and work and struggle indefinitely, forever. This is a sorer subject, in this scenario, than she makes it out to be in game.)

Rakha, of course, is immediately fascinated by this description. She doesn't really care about the practical elements of extended lifespan or living forever - she just wants to hear about the magic. "So you plan to do it?"

Jaheira looks away. "I make no plans," she mutters. "Only contingencies." She flinches, seeing some censure in Rakha's face that is not actually there. "Do not look at me like that," she adds sharply. "I have been content to see the span of my natural years, a privilege far too few in this world can claim. I do not speak of clinging to life for its own sake. I just... look back on that life's work, and I wonder... is it done?"

She paces a few steps back and forth in front of Rakha. "The Dead Three plague the world still. The city still falls prey to small minds like Gortash, or lost souls like Orin. It is every Harper's hope to be a light that drives out darkness..." She trails off. Her eyes flick to one of the storage cases at the far end of the room. "But I've lived long enough to see so many of those lights burn out, while the shadows cling stubbornly on."

One of her fists clenches at her side. "Knowing that - isn't it our duty to burn on if we can? To fight for as long as we are able?"

Rakha blinks, unsure how to respond to this - but Minsc, without hesitation, steps into the silence.

"Minsc does not understand the question. You will live forever, Jaheira," he says earnestly.

(A/N: Oh my GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD. 😭 )

Jaheira barks a sardonic laugh. "Of course I will, berserker," she says dryly. "And you will sprout soft and golden locks from that shining skull."

Rakha hesitates. This whole conversation feels a little beyond her, all but the mechanics of the magic in question. But she takes a stab at it. "It's only natural to want more life," she says slowly. Certainly those she have killed have always struggled desperately to live... she remembers flashes of thousands of murders and the battling of her victims... they play in her dreams every night.

Jaheira looks at her sideways, then nods. "Of course," she says thoughtfully. "It is our way. Just as it is death's way to meet us along the path, gently oblivious to whatever it is we *want.*"

She sighs, turning to look at the scroll again. "I spent most of my life fighting those who tried to escape their end," she goes on, more to herself than to Rakha. "Ketheric, Irenicus, Sarevok... that is not company I would like to keep. In truth, I had put this ritual from my mind, until Last Light."

Her jaw works at the sudden unpleasant memories. "Trapped in that darkness, I turned to my research again. What if I was a little stronger? As fast as I once had been?" Her gaze flicks to Rakha. "Then you came, and made the question moot. But I kept this. Just in case, I told myself. A final resort. Perhaps you were not the savior you seemed. I had learned better than to think of life as some simple tale, after all. There is no guarantee of happy endings, or true heroes."

She huffs a heavy breath out. "I believe that still. But when I look on all we have achieved since, I wonder... perhaps it is not heroes we need. Only people who are willing to try. I do not know what manner of story that makes, but I do know that without an ending it would be no story at all."

She walks to the makeshift altar, places a hand on the opened scroll, then slowly and methodically rolls it back up. "So I will accept mine, when and however it comes. As for this city's story, well..."

She glances over her shoulder at Rakha with a faint smile. "Well, that is entirely your problem now, cub."

Trust again. Trust. It always comes back to trust, to that which Jaheira and Wyll and Minsc and Lae'zel and all the others offer her in spite of how little she deserves it. But this is a new level altogether.

If I die, I die, Jaheira is saying, because you will carry on.

Rakha swallows. She does not know if she can believe that - and yet it is so clear that Jaheira does, even after watching her thrash against the bloodlust in her brain, sprawled in her bunk night after night after night. "I'm... honored you think of me that way," she says hoarsely. The words feel slightly stuck in her throat.

Jaheira snorts. "Hah. Do not thank me for slinging a weight around your neck. I might start to feel bad." She shrugs, watching Rakha's expression intently. "I do mean what I say. But I am also a Harper; in every honeyed word there is a hook."

A pause, and then she smirks. "But I do not plan on going anywhere just yet. And besides... you still have a tadpole in your skull. You are almost certainly going to die first."

Somehow that's the first thing she's said that Rakha can wholeheartedly agree with.

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #MY FEELINGS #[vibrates]#that fucking minsc line took me out at the knees when i was NOT expecting it #sheesh #gonna leave it there bc i am so slow lately and it's late again :(#last conversation or two here on saturday and then we're off to the bhaal tribunal/temple all weekend!#very excited :D

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hyperfixationstati0n · 1 year ago

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When You Know, You Know (Pt.2)

An: lmk how you feel about this :) Idk where else to go form here as I didn't plan on making multiple parts but if a part 3 is wanted I'll figure it out!!

Pairing: Spencer x bookstore!owner!reader

Content warnings: none really, swears a little, both spencer and reader are still hella awkward

Word count: 875

Part one

I waited and waited for Spencer to come in again. 3 weeks of waiting, actually. I was starting to think I’d scared him off, although I didn’t know how I managed to do that. I was sulking, standing in front of the register with Lennon on a particularly slow day. Rose, the angel that she was, was helping stock books while I attempted to focus my mind and work on packaging online orders.

“I’m just delusional. I scared him off and now he’s never coming back!” I exclaim, earning a sideways look from Rose across the store.

“You can’t scare someone off if you’ve never talked to them,” Lennon says with a laugh. For someone younger than me he was such a bully. (lovingly, of course)

“But I did talk to him. And he knows I hide from him whenever he comes in.”

“Girl, I swear to god if you don’t let me help you find that man’s Instagram or something I will lose my mind. you need to get out of your comfort zone and make a fucking mo-“

The bell chimed. My eyes widened. Lennon shut his mouth as quick as he opened it.

Spencer was standing in my store, standing there with an awkward yet charming smile and a wave. I wave back, feeling my cheeks flush. As soon as he walks down an aisle, talking to Rose, I hit Lennon on the shoulder.

“Go take inventory or something.” I say under my breath.

“Ohh, so you like the register now” He teases, his voice a little louder than I would’ve preferred. I playfully shove him away and try to collect myself. I was going to act natural, I wasn’t going to be weird. I was going to be myself. I told myself he was just another customer, however untrue to me that might be.

Thankfully though, this time around I had more time to prepare what I was going to say, something I needed if I was going to get through a few sentences with him without fumbling my words. He came to the register with a stack of 4 books. Seriously, my curiosity was piqued. How did he read this fast? I noticed this time one of them was a poetry book; ‘Leaves of Grass’ by Walt Whitman. Interesting. I always took note of what people were buying, and obviously, he was at the front of my mind. This selection surprised me.

“You’re not hiding!” He comments. I nod and smile, slightly embarrassed at the fact he had pointed it out.

“It’s very out of character, I know” I was trying to come off as witty, but truthfully I could only pray that what he saw. “so, how are you?”

“I’m great actually. I finally have a day off and decided I could come pick up a few new reads.”

I nodded slowly but the question was still on my mind. I had to know.

“I hope I don’t overstep with this, but do you actually go through books as fast as you’re buying them?”

A smile twitches as his lips, a slight pink tinge covering his cheeks.

“I-yeah, I do. I…read really fast.” His voice seemed a little nervous. I wouldn’t press the matter right now, but it definitely caught my attention.

“I can tell” I chuckle softly, hitting a few buttons on the cash register as I finish ringing up his things. “You definitely bring a lot of business here”

He laughed softly, a sound I could’ve relished in. But my own mind stopped me-I was supposed to be acting normal.

Then the unexpected happened. After he paid for his things with actual small talk from my end-he lingered. For once I was glad we didn’t have much business today, I got to really talk to him. He was kind, and clearly very smart. I found out we actually had a lot of mutual interests. Talking to him was weirdly easy, even if I had this consistent feeling of butterflies in my stomach. But then I heard his phone go off with a text.

“Shoot…I hate to cut our conversation short but I have to go.” He says as he tucks his phone back in his pocket. I nod, albeit a little sadly. I had Lennon's voice in the back of my mind

“Make a fucking move, make a fucking move, make a fucking move…”

It was now or never.

“I was wondering if…maybe, only if you want…do you want to go out for coffee sometime? When you’re not working.”

His eyes widened and I had this temporary moment of fear before his eyes softened and he smiled.

“I would-I would really love that.”

I gestured slightly to his phone.

“Can I give you my number?”

“Oh yeah, yeah! yes, please do” He fumbles to get his phone back out and unlock it, only having one hand to do so as the other was still holding his bag of books.

I put my number in, and we said goodbye, but just as he was about to leave I asked one last thing.

“Spencer?”

He turns and looks at me again, waiting.

“How fast do you really read?”

“20,000 words per minute.”

What have I gotten myself into?

#criminal minds #spencer reid #x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #fanfic #criminal minds fanfic #☆wykyk

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bastardsblood · 5 months ago

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I beg for stalker Damien and Celeste...

I'm very sorry to my followers for being dead the past month or so! As an apology, I wrote roughly 3k words for Damieste! I really hope you will enjoy it. ^^

Character(s): Damien, Celeste Scenario: Stalker Damien Content Warnings: Implied Teacher/Student relationship, Stalking, Emotional Manipulation

Celeste was coming to realise that there was a difference between being alone and lonely.

While being surrounded by her peers, it was the latter. Sure, they could greet each other with a smile and have a small chitchat, but that would merely make the wall between them grow. They were from two different worlds, and neither could begin to understand the other. It was simply natural.

The former was something she hadn't felt in a while. Rather, it was something she didn't have the privilege to be. Whether she was aware of it or not, each one of her words was being watched, and each one of her actions was being inspected with gleeful curiosity. Maybe it brought her comfort at first—a sense of companionship. The handsome nurse also looked like someone from the world opposite of her, and yet he took an intense interest in her. It made her feel special.

Even now, with her standing outside of her shabby apartment's door with a grocery bag filled with food she didn't buy, she felt undeniably special.

But to be special to a person like that was akin to selling your soul to the devil.

She gingerly took hold of the grocery bag and took it inside her home. It was a small thing, picking up the groceries and sorting them on the table—and yet, her pulse quickened and the familiar feeling of something is wrong returned. She knew he knew her address, even if her high school hadn't properly managed to update her personal information yet. Maybe she mentioned the address to him in a conversation she didn't remember. He did have a way of making her talk, after all.

Perhaps he was concerned. She wasn't picking up her phone, and she didn't show up at his place for dinner, either. A part of her brain was still ringing alarm bells at the fact that she was close to actually accepting his offers, while the louder part naively reminded her of all the things he had done for her so far. She didn't think he was a bad person, but more so a person who was awkward with his affection. Of course, he didn't give off that impression at first, but she remembered his own words that proclaimed he rarely ever connected with other people. With the way his eyes held hers during their conversations, she could be arrogant enough to think that she had become someone important.

Still, she noted with a slight shudder, the uncomfortable feeling stayed. Her new apartment was small, and although it was still work in progress, it was beginning to feel cosy. All of her expenses were being depleted to make her new living spaces feel homey, and only now did she feel a spike of terror after realising she hadn't put much money into securing her place. The lock was old and the orangish traces of rust were visible, but Celeste was satisfied with it as long as it did its job. Now, though…

She glanced at the door. There were no strange noises or suspicious footsteps outside. She nervously laughed at that—just why was she so tense? Nothing happened. Damien merely… went shopping in her stead and left the food by her door. That was the sole fact of this situation. She shouldn't turn it into anything dark or creepy.

Maybe the stress is getting to me, she thought to herself; that has to be it.

Damien secured her a few of her favourite buns and even left her with a packed lunch that didn't seem to be grocery-bought. When she opened the lid, the smell immediately made her confirm it was cooked by Damien. The seasoning he used was just about unforgettable for her.

Although she had no appetite, a part of her felt like she needed to eat the food sitting in front of her. A quiet pressure that made her feel like she'd be disappointing Damien if she didn't eat what he had so lovingly prepared for her. Though such pressure was natural, she concluded; she doubted anyone would enjoy going out of their way for someone who didn't value it. After taking a bite of the cooked rabbit, she knew she wanted to avoid Damien ever thinking she wasn't thankful for everything he did for her.

She ate one spoonful of rice after another, until the repetitive motions calmed her stomach into wanting to consume everything on the lukewarm plate. Her thoughts were slowly calming down too; there seemed to be nothing weird about this dish either. The vegetables were elegantly cut, and so was the delicate meat, as if Damien wanted to baby her to the point she didn't even have to deal with the effort of cutting up the rabbit. It was rather strange, being cared for so much by an adult she wasn't related to. The first time he cooked a meal for her, she was needlessly paranoid over his reasoning and suspected some foul play. Kindness from adults rarely came for free.

Maybe it was her own fault for doubting Damien even now. He proved over and over again that he was different from other adults, and yet she still pushed him away. Any thought of wanting to fully trust him would follow with an even stronger sense of distrust, her gut feeling telling her to stay away. Damien mentioned he also dealt with therapy before, so… Although she found it a bit silly, maybe it was about time she tried it for herself. The last time she went to therapy was back when her mother was fed up with her constant crying, and the sessions ended up in even more tears falling down her face. Those memories still bring her embarrassment.

But if she wanted to return Damien's efforts, she'd have to put in work as well. She was fine with disappointing herself and her mother—both of them were used to it by now—but Damien was someone she could still prove to that she was better than she actually was. A canvas that wasn't fully coloured yet, a small space for hope and change. Well, she was just fooling herself into thinking she could become any better. In reality, she'd just be continuing to fish for his approval.

But would that be really that bad? She wanted her mother's approval too, but she never once looked her way, too obsessed with chasing down men to date and spend time with. Damien cared for her and quietly treasured even the small efforts she put into their, frankly strange, friendship.

That thought made her exhale a laugh. Sure, he could see it as friendship, but it's not like Celeste is blind—being around someone that handsome was a recipe for a disastrous crush. She was already getting flustered over him waving at her in the school hallways and even examining her cuts. It was pathetic, really.

Her paranoia was merely created from her fear of getting attached. Since he was so kind to someone like her, there was bound to be something up with him—at least, that's what her brain thought. It was a silly idea that dug too deep into her brain and definitely made her forget that she mentioned her new address to him. Her brain merely thought it to be more convenient to demonise him in any way it could.

That was it. That was all it was.

Once she convinced herself of that, the rest of her evening went smoothly. She watched the TV while audibly complaining about the obviously scripted events happening in a reality show, showered, and changed into her pajamas. It was only when she pulled down her curtains and triple checked the door that she realised with a wince that her unwashed dishes were still rotting in the sink.

Well, whatever. She lied to herself that she'd wake up earlier than usual and wash them before school. Sounded like a plan, yeah.

—

She did indeed wake up earlier than usual.

It was not because her alarm set to 6:20 AM had set off, nor was it because of the toddler next door vying for the attention of her parents, but rather because of noises happening in her own kitchen.

It was most likely her mom dropping by for a visit. She doesn't know why she'd do that, but maybe she had realised that abandoning her child the second she reached eighteen was a tad too cruel. Her first realisation was that it sounded like she was washing her dishes. The second realisation was that her mother didn't know where she lived, nor did she have spare keys to her place.

That made her freeze in place. Was it the landlord? The previous owner? A burglar? No, the last option wouldn't make sense. Why would a burglar be washing her dishes? Or was it—

She gulped. The unsaid option lingered in her mind and a part of her desired answers. It was the morning, anyway. Seeing as her alarm hadn't gone off yet, it was earlier than 6:20 AM. Still, some people were already awake—from the top of her head, the neighbour next door—so if anything happened, she could yell. Maybe a weapon would be good, too? She glanced over her room in panic, cursing the amounts of soft and delicate things until her eyes laid on a pair of scissors. Okay, sure, that could… Work.

She quietly got up from her bed and slipped the scissors into her hand. She put her fist around them to somewhat hide the blade and slowly approached the door. It wasn't just her imagination; she despaired. There really was someone behind this door. She noted with slight panic that the water had stopped, too.

Her heart reached an uncomfortable rhythm. She was nervous, but she tried to open the door as casually as she could manage. Her door announced her presence with a squeak, and she came face to face with a friendly man she knew well.

Her stomach sank, but a smile rose to her lips.

"Good morning," he casually greeted her, his eyes flitting back to carefully polishing the dishes, "did you sleep well?"

"Oh, um, as well as I could manage, I suppose…"

He chuckled. "Well, it hasn't been long since you moved here. It will certainly take some time to adjust."

Although his back was facing her, she could see his fond smile in the reflection of the glass he was currently wiping with a cloth. It was a disarming one, charming as always, which made her insides squirm with danger even more. After an awkward pause, she muttered, "I suppose so," and silently stood by her bedroom's door. Noticing Damien's curious look, her uneasy smile quickly resurfaced, and she approached the shaky table in the middle of the room. It had chairs for two, and soon Damien seated himself across her with a paper bag in hand.

The rays of sunshine were already peeking through her window and softly touching Damien's features. It made them look even softer than usual, and Celeste found herself averting her eyes after realising that she was staring. When she gathered enough courage to look at Damien again, she noticed that he was looking at what she was clutching in her hands.

"Scissors?" He hummed, looking at the dull double blade. "Celeste, there are surely better alternatives. Would you show me your cuts? They may be infected." His hand slowly snaked itself around hers, and she had no strength or reason to fight against his touch as the scissors were confiscated from her hold. His actions and words momentarily stunned her, but then she rushed to clear up the misunderstanding.

"A-ah, no need for that," she waved her hand dismissively, "there are no cuts." Although it was unnecessary, she felt compelled to give Damien proof of her honesty. She rolled up her sleeves and showed him her scarred wrists, though with no hints of fresh cuts. The casual way she displayed what she hid from other people made her want to kick herself for potentially disturbing Damien, but he merely smiled in satisfaction as he scanned over all her scars.

Celeste was happy he wasn't judgemental, but the way he looked in adoration at her scars unnerved her. She scrambled to find a new topic. "So," she gave him a weak smile, "what's in that paper bag?"

Damien noticed the sudden change of topic, but other than giving her a mysterious smile, he didn't point it out. The paper bag crinkled as his hand searched through its contents to fish out a small, packed lunchbox. "As I was preparing things for today," he said as he put more items on the table, "I figured it'd be a sweet gesture to prepare some breakfast for you. I do worry about your infrequent eating habits, no matter how much you try to convince me not to."

The fact that everything Damien had made her for breakfast was right up her alley made her pleasantly surprised, if not slightly impressed. Damien seemed to have a knack for getting her just the things she liked, and she nervously smiled. "Thank you," she said as she put the lid back on the lunchbox she just opened. "It's a… I mean, I appreciate it; I'm just currently not very hungry."

That didn't deter Damien whatsoever, if anything, he looked rather amused. As he wiped his glasses with a cloth he fished out from his breast pocket, he responded. "That's fine, of course," he smiled kindly at her, "you can just eat it in the car on our way to school."

That made her pause. "Sorry, what?"

"It takes you around forty-two minutes to get to school on foot, right? Considering how early your classes start, you must wake up accordingly or risk being late." Damien calmly explained, placing his glasses back on his face and fixing his stare on Celeste. "Wouldn't it be easier for me to give you a ride to school every morning?"

Celeste produced a short laugh, but the feeling of fear that nestled in her gut resurfaced. The casual way Damien spoke of this disturbed her. Even though she knew the walk took a while, she never timed it and played it by ear. And the more she thought about what could happen to her if she stepped into his car, the less she was able to voice her refusal. Damien seemed to sense her hesitation and softly sighed.

"Are you uncomfortable with that idea, Celeste?" He gave her a small smile that appeared pitiful around the edges. His eyes trailed her contemplative stare at the scissors laying by his right hand on the table, only to crinkle in delight when her gaze met his again. He took her hand in his. "If I'm being too forward, then please forgive me. I am simply worried about you—I remember you telling me that you never had anyone to rely on, so I was arrogant enough to think…"

Was this truly all this was about? Him caring about her? Celeste pursed her lips. She didn't know what to think, but she so badly wanted to trust him. He wouldn't—he wouldn't do anything to her in the car, that's a fact. Even if some of his behaviour disturbed her, maybe she was the strange one for feeling that way. It's not like she ever had anyone properly show her what it's like to be spoilt or cared for, so if her rejecting Damien would result in even him giving up on her—

It just wasn't worth it.

She told him her address, gave him the spare keys, and told him how long it took her to go to school. The fact that she didn't remember that happening doesn't matter; it was still the final conclusion. Damien went out of his way for her due to being a good person, and she was merely a delusional schoolgirl whose life led her to distrust anyone whose kindness exceeded the performative sort. She decided to trust someone for the first time in her life, Damien.

She changed her hand's position to be able to squeeze the one on top of hers. "It's not arrogant; don't worry." She weakly smiled at him, but let the smile fall the second her eyes averted to the side. "You're kind to me and care about me. You want to help me, right?"

Celeste didn't know whether she was convincing him or herself of that, but Damien seemed satisfied with her words. He checked the time on his wristwatch and then gave her a look that tickled her stomach. "There's nothing else I'd want more," he took in the redness of her cheeks with a strange delight and thinned his eyes, "You're a very special person to me."

—

Ah, she thought to herself as she entered the backseat of his car—was this a mistake after all?

His eyes flicked upwards to see her reflection in the rearview mirror. And, despite the dryness in her mouth and the feeling of her sweaty hand clutching the handle of the car, she mimicked his adoring look with surprising conviction.

When Damien started up the car, they didn't pass through any streets she didn't already know, nor did she see any people she wasn't already familiar with. It was a painfully normal, pleasant ride to school.

Still, she laughed, it feels like I have made one anyway.

—

Maybe it wouldn't be today; maybe it wouldn't be tomorrow.

But, the definite fact remained:

The pathetic rabbit drowning in affection would be devoured one day.

It could only wait with bated breath and meek words,

Until its love for its owner prevailed over the scorching pain of the cutting knife.

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