#if it meant i was just swarmed with the love and acceptance i get from my friends

[wonderfultoweird]

my friends and I to be honest ♡

#had such a beautiful day today #had just a really terrible terrifying morning and i just was swarmed with so much love #my friends truly are incredible #had like an incredible moment with them #cried and asked if it was okay if i saw them bc i didnt want to be alone #literally got picked up and taken out to lunch and ugh i love my friends #they were so understanding and loving and accepting and listening so well and i just felt amazing and so blessed #then after lunch i went home and another close friend called just cuz and we talked and it was so nice and sweet and comforting #just someone there reaching out to me at every turn #how rare and precious to have something like that #i love my friends #genuinely was so moved and made me even not hate what happened earlier in the day #if it meant i was just swarmed with the love and acceptance i get from my friends #they love me so much #ive been just sweet with the ripeness of their spoiling all day #i love you david I love you ashley i love you jess i love you julian i love you bonnie #alex says a thing

[chimielie]

what it is

summary: Oikawa x Reader. he makes it out of the friendzone (with some help)

word count: 1.3k

cw: nothing, oikawa in glasses

a/n: i wrote this in under an hour while heavily caffeinated?;!;!4& brain melting

“You’re late,” you say with a grin. Oikawa Tooru pouts at you, his team jacket folded over his arms. He’s already changed out of uniform, you notice; must have exchanged it for a white t-shirt and slacks in the locker room.

“I was swarmed,” he claims as the two of you start to walk together. You roll your eyes and don’t even bother making a jab about his popularity with the girls (and people of all genders, really). At this point, you’ve accepted that deranged fans come with the territory of being friends with the volleyball team captain.

You met Oikawa on the first day of your first year at Aoba Johsai and had been friends ever since. Even though you had no interest in the sport at first, his love for volleyball was infectious. He had even roped you into being the team’s manager. You still weren’t sure how he had pulled that off, but you didn’t mind too much—you’d grown to love the team and the sport too, in your own way.

Despite your closeness, you’d never really understood why he had a fan club, especially as a teenage school athlete. You expected his popularity to grow when (not if) he went professional, but the idea of swooning over some guy you had pre-calculus classes with was totally foreign to you. It was a running joke among your friends that you were immune to Oikawa’s looks and charming magnetism (and, honestly, to all four of the team’s upperclassmen. You could acknowledge how objectively attractive they all were even though none of them seemed to fit your niche).

Sometimes, you caught Oikawa making strange expressions while your friends teased you about not liking him. It felt like you were the only one who noticed these kinds of things, sometimes. You really liked being able to read him so easily: both of you had saved each other under the contact name “Platonic Soulmate” in your phones.

You chalked up the weird faces to your friend’s first-rate ego, and even though you knew that the notion of one person not being desperately in love with him wouldn’t scratch the surface of his self-esteem, you always found yourself taking his hand surreptitiously or leaning your head on his shoulder when you did see him looking mopey. He always perked up, after that, and all would be sunshine again.

Today, everyone else had bailed on you when you suggested a joint ice-cream-and-study-date before next week’s exams. Iwaizumi had claimed that Oikawa was too loud and always distracted him, so he couldn’t seriously try to study together. Matsukawa had to babysit and refused to bring the brats, as he affectionately called his siblings, to get sweets. Hanamaki had just quirked his eyebrows at you and said, “I don’t feel like third wheeling. Thanks, but no thanks.”

You hadn’t really understood what he meant, but you hadn’t questioned it.

Oikawa had almost begged off to do some solo practice, too, but you’d made a fuss about nearing the end of your high school experience and worrying that you would fall out of touch when volleyball became his whole life (even moreso than it was now!), and he’d caved with an overdramatic sigh and a soft look that told you he wasn’t all that mad about your guilt-tripping.

You’re broken from your thoughts when you reach the ice-cream shop, Oikawa jabbering in your ear about some drama you can’t keep up with.

“And then she told me—ah, I can’t read the menu. You know, they were late refilling my contact prescription this month, so I’ve been carrying around my glasses, I hate it. So unflattering.”

You worry your lip as you stare at the flavor chart, barely listening to him talk.

“I’m sure it’s,” you start, turning to him as he slides the case out of his pocket and puts the frames on his face in a smooth motion. “Um.”

The glasses are not unflattering, you think dumbly, staring at him, your sentence hanging unfinished. The glasses perch on his nose perfectly, making you appreciate, for the first time, the shape of his nose and his cheekbones. Had they always been that sharp? And since when had his eyes been so pretty, reflecting the sunlight in so many shades, framed with long eyelashes that would have made you jealous if you weren’t so—

You reach out and lift the glasses off his face slowly, hoping that the old, familiar features that you’d never felt anything but friendship-friendly feelings towards would return. You can still see it, though: the divot of his Cupid’s bow is appealing, now, his smooth skin glowing to you, his surprised expression fucking adorable. You drop the frames back onto his nose.

Very abruptly, whatever immunity you once had to Oikawa’s looks is demolished in one fell swoop.

“I have to go have a midlife crisis,” you say decisively, and march out of the shop.

“Hey! What—where are you going? You’re not even middle-aged?” Oikawa calls after you, and you try steadfastly to ignore him, but every sense seems to have been awakened to your friend. Your face flushes, and you start walking faster, nearing the pace of a jog even though your limbs are stiff.

You finally pull over in a quieter, slightly more secluded spot between two buildings. You lean against the wall, closing your eyes, trying to remind yourself to take deep breaths.

“Are you okay?” Oikawa says, and you curse his long, athlete legs for having followed you so swiftly. “What’s wrong?”

You open your eyes. He’s still wearing the fucking glasses. Rest in peace, you think to yourself, surely my heart is going to give up soon, at the rate it’s going. Your lips part, but you can’t seem to get the words out. His worried gaze studies you until he finds something—exactly whatever you didn’t want him to see. A slow smile unfurls over his face, and you narrow your eyes. Ugh, how dare his smugness be attractive too, now?

“I should wear the glasses more often, huh?” He says, and you shake your head no frantically.

“Please don’t,” you say. “It’s, like, it doesn’t even matter anymore, anyway, I can’t unsee it now.”

“Unsee what?” He cocks his head, and he’s getting closer, and there’s nowhere to back away from him because you’re up against a wall—

“You’re hot!” You wail. “I saw it and I’m never gonna stop thinking it now, it doesn’t even matter what you wear, I’m doomed! This is the worst thing ever, ‘Kawa, how’m I supposed to go on… I can’t be your friend and a part of your fan club. I don’t think I can even be a part of your fan club ‘cause I don’t just think you’re hot, I think I have a crush on you—oh, my God, I have a c—”

Your increasingly frantic rambling is cut off by Oikawa sealing his lips to yours. The kiss is quick and sweet, and when he pulls away he still looks so, so handsome, and so concerned.

“Please breathe,” he says, and you nod, gaping at him in shock. “I like you too, okay? Please stop having a crisis.

“Okay,” you exhale, bracing your hands on his shoulders. “Okay. I’m still freaking out, though. I think the only way to stop it is to keep kissing me.”

Oikawa heaves a big, overdramatic sigh, and leans in, his glasses bumping your face; giving in to you, just like he always does.

#WAS this inspired by the time i saw my bf in glasses and literally went to my friend’s dorm and screamed for sixteen seconds (he timed it) #well i’m not telling. that’s a secret. #oikawa: i like you #reader (visions of oikawa in that godawful plaid outfit swimming thru their head): i think even that’s hot now. i have to get a lobotomy #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tōru x reader #oikawa fluff #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #haikyuu!! x reader fluff #hq x reader fluff #oikawa x reader fluff #hq!! fluff #the word fluff doesnt look real anymore

[foldingfittedsheets]

I made my first pride flag set in 2017, the cute little dragons. At the time there wasn’t an agreed upon lesbian flag going around. The movement around the current one started gaining traction in 2018 (at least on tumblr), which is when the trouble started for me.

The first time I heard there was a lesbian flag I did get a little excited. But when I saw it I was immediately turned off. It was so… pink. That didn’t look how I felt. It felt like society’s cute idea of lesbian colors, still being forced into cute pink skirts like I had been all my life. I would later learn it was pioneered as the Lipstick Lesbian Flag. The rainbow felt more like me.

While I was still mulling how I felt about it, the doxxing started. Despite the flags youth it had some rather extreme proponents. I’d get tagged and harassed for not having a lesbian flag. Bigger blogs would deride me as being lesbophobic, pushing me further from the label I’d liked best. I didn’t want to be a lesbian if it meant being associated with those people.

Many of the blogs targeting me were TERFs, linking the pinkness to an exclusion of men. That’s when it really started to bother me. Trans folk all share the same flag, regardless of gender despite very different experiences. Every other sexuality shared! Why were lesbians booting gay men out the door? Why wasn’t the movement for a homo flag?

Then I started finding other creators talking about it. The harassment and rabid fury if they didn’t carry lesbian flag merch. The lesbian flags didn’t sell but woe betide anyone for not offering them. Gay men have never swarmed my inbox demanding a flag. Gay men don’t mind sharing a rainbow- and I don’t either.

For a long time the lesbian flag became a trigger. I’d scan my notes and my heart would start pounding when someone would mention it. I was on edge waiting for more harassment and attacks. I’d tense up seeing it on profile pics, wary of who was using it.

It’s become ubiquitous over the past several years. It will never be my flag, but I accept that it’s around. Regardless of meanings assigned arbitrarily to the colors later, it’s just not for me. I love the rainbow, I love sharing it with everyone. I’m pretty certain I’ll never offer a lesbian flag in my shop. But I’ll always have a rainbow.

#ramblies #lesbian pride flag #lesbian flag #lgbtq #planning to link to think in my FAQ in case anyone’s wondering why I’m writing this up

[mysmuttyy]

REALISATION

summary: mattheo and y/n are enemies, but he has a nightmare that makes his realise he loves her.

⚠️: death, crying, confessions, fluff

Pink: y/n | Red: mattheo.

Monday Morning.

Voices echoed around the room. The voices were heard in front of him, behind him, but not beside him. For the first time in three years, her seat remained empty, chair tucked under the desk- Just like she left it. Mattheo felt odd not having her there, but slowly, he shrugged it off, convincing himself that she’d show up any second.

The class dragged on, the doors opened and closed, but she never walked in. It was like this for the rest of the day, no one had seen her.

His overthinking won and his anxiety set in, the echo of his footsteps following him down the quiet hallways. With a mumble of the password, the doors swung open, allowing him access. The curly haired boy wasted no time in hurrying up those steps, rushing toward her bedroom. His veiny hand clutches onto the handle, knees buckling once his dark eyes spot her limp body lying in a pool of her own blood.

The whole world stops, and he feels a shooting pain coarse throughout his entire body, heart shattering into a million pieces, every ounce of happiness he possessed fading away.

People arrived and he somehow gained the strength to get up, stumbling toward the phone booth, tears streaming down his face as he dialled in her mothers number. Her sweet voice was heard on the other side, sounding just like y/n’s. He felt his heart break all over again, as this mother cried on the other side of the phone, repeatedly asking for him to be joking.

Mrs Drew, y/n’s mother, choked on her cries as she informed Mattheo about y/n’s feelings for him. She was in love with him. That’s all it took for him to fully break down, knees dropping to the floor, loud sobs filling the booth.

“I’m so sorry!” The boy cried, begging for her mothers forgiveness. She cried back, telling him never to apologise.

Monday Morning.

The great hall doors sprung open, slamming into the walls. Everybody turned to look, watching as Mattheo Riddles dark eyes scanned the crowded room. Y/n stared at the man who hated her, noticing a change in his demeanour. Today, he didn’t seem unbothered like usual, he actually seemed to be very bothered.

Once their eyes locked, he smiled, a sweet, genuine smile, one that made butterflies swarm her stomach. Her cheeks flushed red, a smile she couldn’t hide forming across her nervous face. Mattheo Riddle walked down from the doors, heading toward her. She watched, eyes following his figure, melting when his hand cupped her cheek.

Mattheo pulled her up from her chair, holding her gently, leaning in until their lips smashed together. Everything changed in that moment, there was no more darkness, it was colourful. The two felt their souls had finally come together, accepting that their meant for each other.

She pulled away from his touch, quick to question what was going on. That’s when he confessed to not only her, but the whole of Hogwarts too. “Y/n, I’m so in love with you.” He told her, holding her so tightly, too afraid to let go.

The girl giggled before him, making his heart do a backflip.

A/N; this is my first fluff, no hate pls 😂😂 also, i haven’t gone over it bc I’m too lazy n half asleep so, ignore any spelling mistakes! thank you for all the support, i love you all.

ps: i need smut ideas, send them thru xoxoxo

#mysmutty #harrypotter #hp fancast #slytherin boys #benjamin wadsworth #slytherin #fluff #mattheofluff #mattheo x you #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle #marcus lopez arguello #deadly class #enemies to lovers #confessions #fluff writing #i want love #so cute #smut writer #send asks #enemies to lovers trope

[serotonins-stuff]

Nsfw | mdni

Out of all the people he could've fallen for, Nanami never expected to fall for the cute barista at his favorite coffee shop.

He was in line, tapping impatiently on his watch as he looked up at the board for any specials. To his surprise, there were none, which meant he'd have to order just a basic coffee for himself and strawberry milk for Gojo.

When the person if from of him was done ordering he moved forward and looked to his side to pull out his wallet.

"Hey, welcome to Mooneys, what can I get for you?" An unfamiliar voice greeted him. He was alarmed but didn't let it show off his face, though he couldn't keep it up for longer when he looked up, his eyes widening at the gorgeous woman in front of him.

The smile on your face was bright, bright enough to light up a whole room to be precise. Your uniform was neat and he could just from the way you carried yourself that you spend a good amount of effort on your appearance. He was forever grateful for the glasses he wore because that meant you weren't able to notice him ogling at you the entire time. He cleared his throat before muttering his order, watching as you typed away on the computer before swiping his card to pay. You handed him a slip before picking up two cups from under the counter.

"What's your name?" You asked innocently, holding a cup in your hand and a marker in the other. Nanami easily towered over you, so it was only natural that you had to look up at him. Your gaze only further worsened his delusions, making it slightly harder for him to think rationally.

"Kento," he said, straightening his glasses with his index finger.

"That's a pretty name" you smiled, before writing onto the cup and twirling towards the coffee machine, leaving Nanami with a swarm of butterflies in his stomach from the compliment. His fists were clenched at his sides as he Gingerly walked over to the area where he would collect his drink.

You were focused, your hands swiftly moving around with nothing but purpose. It was clear that you had done this many times before from the way you didn't hesitate and Nanami wasn't going to lie to himself and say that wasn't attractive.

A hand was placed on his shoulder and he rolled his eyes in annoyance before his white-haired idiot of a coworker spoke.

"Y'now Nanami, you could always just ask for her number" Gojo teased.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" he lied, throwing the annoying hand off of his shoulder.

"Her name is y/n by the way" Gojo chimed, eyeing Nanami for any sort of reaction.

That's a lovely name, he thought, but how would Gojo know that?

He was going to ask but then stopped himself, realizing that if he seemed curious about you that

would only raise more suspicion.

"That's irrelevant"

"Kento?" Your sweet voice called to him and instantly his head shot in that direction.

That gave him away, and Gojo snickered behind him, a devilish grin making its way onto his face.

He walked forward stiffly and you handed him the drinks, to which he gladly accepted. His hands brushed yours and he held his breath to keep his emotions under control. However, that did nothing but make his face red enough to put a firetruck to shame.

"Are you alright?" You asked with genuine concern.

"Yes, my suit is just tight" he said in almost a strained voice.

Your hands reached out towards him and brushed his neck. At this point, the butterflies in his stomach went directly to his lower region, and he couldn't help but look away in embarrassment when you loosened his tie and undid the first button of his dress shirt. He could only hope that you wouldn't be able to notice the sudden boner that had decided to join him.

The last thing you wanted was for a customer to faint while you were on the job, so it was only necessary you relieve him of his confinement as he was already carrying two drinks.

"There you go," you said radiantly "Have a nice day Kento“

Kento just stood there without saying a word, his lips pressed into a fine line. All he could do was stare at you through his glasses as you looked up at him with a worried expression.

"He's just had a long day at work!" Gojo said with a smile, putting his hands on Nanami's shoulders and leading him out of the cafe. You waved at the goodbye and Gojo enthusiastically waved back, focused on hurridly getting his friend out of there before he said some stupid shit.

Nanami was starting to sweat now and he had no idea why. Until he heard Gojo laughing hysterically while pointing toward his lower region.

"You might wanna cover that up Nanami" He laughed, wiping the happy tears that were coming out of his eyes. "Wouldn't wanna give the curses a show now would you?"

Low and behold the very noticeable bulge poking through Nanamis pants.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance before handing Gojo his drink roughly and taking off his blazer. He was just going to hold the material against his stomach so it would at least cover him up enough for him to deal with when he got home.

This was going to be a long day.

• • • • •

He was tired from having to fight curse all day. He just wanted the day to end so he could go home and relieve his stress, and now that he had finished his duties for the day, he had never felt better.

He stood in the shower, water flowing down his sculpted body as he scrubbed off any dirt left. He tried his best to ignore the throbbing of his lower region, first focusing on getting himself clean.

It was amusing really, how he just couldn't stop thinking about you when you probably had a boyfriend at home. He hoped that wasn't the case because he found himself a bit too interested with no clue why. Pictures of your face flooded his mind and he imagined your lips. How soft they'd feel wrapped around his thick cock as you sucked him off.

He imagined all the sounds you'd make. Begging and asking him to fuck you.

Shit.

He'd completely lost control, pumping his cock steadily with his dominant hand while the other one rested on the shower wall, gripping the tile intensely as more dirty images clouded his thoughts.

This was wrong, he couldn't-no shouldn't be thinking about you like this but he couldn't help it. He groaned as his hips moved forward, slapping noises echoing through the bathroom as he rutted his hips into his hand. It felt too good, the twitching of his veiny cock around his palm. He was able to feel every vein and the curve of his tip while he worked himself steadily.

"Just look at what you do to me-" he let out in a hushed whisper "-Y/n"

His phone had started ringing but he just ignored it, focusing on the good feeling of rubbing himself. Till it started to disturb his thoughts and his arousal started to slip away. With annoyance he stomped over to the bedroom and answered it, trying as hard as he could to control his breathing.

"Kento?" The voice said from the other side of the line. In an instant his dick swelled even more, throbbing from arousal at the sweet sound of your voice. "You uh- left your wallet earlier.."

"Oh-uh I'm sorry about that" he breathed, his hand resting right above his stomach as he refrained from touching himself any further. "How did you find my number?"

"Well your number was on our system because you ordered from your phone, so I decided to write it down so I could call you just to let you know. I also didn't call earlier because you looked busy, but-"

If he was being honest he stopped listening halfway through, somehow his hand was on his dick again. Rubbing it back and forth as you continued rambling about something. Every stroke felt euphoric, and the sound of your voice did nothing but make it much more pleasurable for him to indulge in.

"Shit" he moaned softly, low enough so you would be able to hear him.

"Are you alright?" You inquired "You sound out of breath"

"I just finished some really uh-" he stopped for a moment, thinking of a good excuse "Intense exercise?"

He needed you to continue talking, at least until he came, and maybe you could talk to him before he went to sleep too.

"Oh in that case there's this really good drink that helps when exercising-" There you were again, rambling adorably about something.

He went faster, a foreign feeling bubbling from within his stomach.

He badly wanted to scream your name when he came but that was too risky. Soon his orgasm shot throughout his body and he had to bury his face in the covers of his bed so you wouldn't be able to hear. Thick ropes of his cum stained his hand, and his toes curled from every overstimulating thrust.

He felt ashamed, utterly disgusted in himself for committing such an act.

"Will you be coming by tomorrow?" You asked, snapping him out of his trance.

"Yes I"ll be there to fetch my wallet tomorrow" he panted, a small smile crossing his features when he thought about seeing you again.

"Look forward to seeing you Kento" you laughed

"Likewise"

𝗲𝗻𝗱

• • • • • •

So we'll be reaching 400 followers soon my lil stuffies :)

Exams are almost over so here's a lil something

#jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu gojo #jjk nanami #kento nanami #nanami x reader #nanami smut

[canarymithrun]

Everyone and their brother has analyzed the succubus chapter but I want to throw my hat into the ring too, specifically on looking at the hunting techniques the succubi show

The succubi seem to have two primary forms of getting prey which are 1. Ambush and 2. Swarming

Starting with Chilchuck, he gets the classic succubus form, attractive women who wanna kiss you. Chilchuck has experience with succubi and is well aware of what to look for, so the mind games we see the succubi use on other characters probably wouldn't be effective. As a result the succubi go after him as a swarm, no need for fancy tricks beyond looking hot because they're trying to overwhelm him in numbers

In the Senshi's Journal portion of the new adventurer's bible we finally learn what Senshi's succubus appeared as (kind of). The details are vague but we can infer that this isn't someone Senshi was romantically attracted to but someone who was important to him in childhood that he misses dearly, a similar strategy to what we see with Izutsumi later. Putting together what happened is fairly straightforward, Senshi was caught alone and the succubus ambushed him. It being a one on one confrontation gave it the opportunity to rely on more mind games more

Marcille's is of course this lady Oscar looking elf. It's easy to write this one off as a pure physical attraction appearance like Chilchuck's but I think it's more than that. This succubus specifically takes after character(s) from the dalitan book series (best guess is it's meant to be General Hareus but we don't know enough about the series to know if it's them specifically or a mix of characters). Marcille is a known romantic but she got into this specific series because it has a half elf character, and that character being well written and reflective of her own struggles made the series very dear to her. Because of this, I think the succubus is also preying on her desire to be accepted for who she is. It's using a combination of the techniques seen with Chilchuck and Senshi, most likely to supplement the fact that it can't perfectly ambush her.

Laios' succubus is an interesting one, especially because he almost catches it because it takes the form of Marcille who he's not attracted to. I remember thinking at the time "why would the succubus not just appear as a succubus, Laios would love to learn more about any monster and their magic would make him forget the danger" but that's because his succubus goes fully psychological in its ambush. The alluring aspect of his succubus is not just that it can turn him into a monster, but that it can turn all his friends into monsters and also they all love that outcome. The succubus knows his desire to be inhuman isn't enough to lower his guard, he also wants to be fully accepted by his friends and have shared interests. (Which for the record I think they do, this is just a clearly very deeply rooted insecurity)

Izutsumi is where I think the succubi's hunting tech really shine through though. They start off with a single succubus, trying to ambush Izutsumi with about as deep of a psychological cut as you can get for her. When that doesn't work because of her two souls they immediately switch into fully swarming her, dropping any mind games and going fully for numbers.

The succubi aren't a species I felt we needed more explanation for in canon, but I am vaguely curious which hunting technique is more common since it's pretty evenly split for the group

#dungeon meshi #bone chatter #this was meant to be a quick post and then it got super long whoops #delicious in dungeon

[edddimun]

Traitor

Eddie Munson x gn! reader

(not my gif)

Description: Eddie's sudden change of heart in the upside down results in you trying to save him from the demobats.

Warnings: BLOOD!, mentions of death, near-death experience (but NO DEATH), wounds, swearing, demobats, being in the upside down, ST4 plot (kinda?), MAINLY ANGST!

WC: 2040

A/N: I'm probably (?) going to make a pt.2 but idk how soon though. also excuse the mistakes in this bc I have barely proof read it 💔(I will fix them up soon)

PART 2 - 'Unconfessed yet reciprocated'

Your eyes meet Eddie's, but there was something off as you notice a change in his demeanour as he was attempting to lift himself back through the portal. He halts his ascent and looks at you with loving yet sorry eyes. It hit you like a brick, you knew what he was going to do.

"Don't you fucking do it,"You shout tearfully at Eddie, tears welling up in your eyes knowing he won’t listen to you.

Dustin realises Eddie’s intentions and starts shouting at him to come back. Eddie stays silent, looking back and forth between you and Dustin. But all Eddie could hear were the screeches of the bats and the banging of his trailer doors.

“Please. Eddie. Do it for me, please. Don't do it!" You sob as your tears quickly fall. Eddie's eyes glisten as he watches you cry hysterically. You were unsure of the cause of his sudden shift in heart and intentions. All you wanted was for him to listen and cross the portal.

“I’m sorry.”

He leaps off the rope and uses his homemade spear to cleanly slice it; pushing the mattress to stop you both from plunging back in.

“NO!” You and Dustin scream.

As you see his figure quickly leave your field of vision, you wail in despair and anguish. You knew Eddie was going to die. With tears streaming from his eyes, Dustin cries in desperation. The last thing he wanted was for any of his friends to die, especially Eddie. He recently got closer to him and enjoyed his comfort.

Your thoughts are already occupied with anxiety, to keep Eddie safe, you had to take action. You were aware that Eddie lacked the stamina and strength necessary to defeat the demobats. Eddie was only skilled at playing D&D and the guitar.

Guitar.

You didn’t have much experience with the guitar but Eddie’s taught you the ‘only’ metal song you like, ‘Iron Man’ by Black Sabbath.

“Stay here Dustin.”

“WHAT?” He shouts in response. He holds your wrist to stop you from doing whatever you’re thinking of doing.

“I have to do this for Eddie. Please,” you say trying to hold back your sob. Dustin's eyes crinkle as he starts crying. He's never been more terrified; he doesn't want to lose Eddie or you or both. However, he was aware that you wouldn't abandon Eddie, and Dustin would do the same if he were in your shoes. As he wipes his tears, Dustin releases his grip on your wrist.

“Just stay here okay?” You softly tell Dustin. He nods in response.

You look down into the portal and jump straight in, luckily not injuring yourself but only getting the air knocked out of your lungs. You quickly exit the trailer in an effort to find Eddie. Your eyes catch a glimpse of Eddie riding a bike as forcefully as he could away from the bats. You and Eddie were both in life-or-death situations, but you were willing to accept death if it meant saving Eddie.

You find the ladder on the side of the trailer and hurriedly climb on it. As your feet make it to the top, you find Eddie still biking but you see the struggle in the way his body is moving from side to side, that was until he got knocked off by the bats.

“No. No. No,” you whisper to yourself, you quickly find Eddie’s guitar that was laying down from when he played not too long ago. Putting the guitar strap over your shoulder, you see the bats starting to swarm around Eddie.

Your shoulders tense in fear. Your fingers fiddle against the strings before quickly shutting your eyes and strumming the first power chord as hard as you could.

"Come for me, assholes!" You shout with your whole chest as a few tears slip from your eyes. Eddie's head quickly turns to look in your direction. When he saw you standing on top of the trailer, his blood ran cold. The bats began to slow down around him as their focus shifted to you. Eddie's fear turned into rage. He put his life in danger so you wouldn't die, but now you're about to be demolished by bats.

You continue to painfully and powerfully strum the main riff of ‘Iron Man’ as you see the swarm of bats heading towards your way. Their screeches grow louder and louder. You were prepared to die at this point. There was no one who could save you, and there was no way out. You were doing this to save your friends and, more importantly, your love Eddie. You blissfully reminisce the unforgettable moments you shared with Eddie. Getting high, braiding his hair, cuddling him to sleep, and listening to him ramble on about D&D and Ozzy Osbourne. Though, these thoughts lasted less than two seconds before you were struck by a bat.

“NO!” Eddie's terrifying screams can be heard. You squeal in agonising pain, clutching your arm and letting the guitar dangle from your shoulder. You grab the guitar and hold it by the neck with all your strength, and despite the pain, you manage to hit a few bats with it before one wraps its tail around your neck.

You fall back and gasp for air. Your arm tries to rip the tail off your neck, but a sharp pain on your side stops you, then another in your calf. Your mind begins to blur as you watch a bat fly toward your face. You close your eyes waiting for the pain, but instead, you hear loud simultaneous wails and a thud. No longer feeling pressure around your neck, you start heavily gasping for air.  You open your eyes to see the bodies of the bats, presumed dead on the trailer's roof and on the grass. Pain immediately distracts your thoughts. You slowly raise your head and look down. You notice blood slowly oozing out of you and large patches of blood. Not as bad as you expected. Though you were still in bad shape, you observe a hole in your shirt and flesh ripped from your side. Looking down at your calve, all you see is a deep bite mark. At least, they didn't rip your flesh off. You touch your neck and don't feel any blood, but you do feel tenderness; thank goodness. You sit up and observe the dead bats.

“Y/n! Y/n!” Eddie desperately calls your name. He expected a pool of blood given the number of bats surrounding you, however, it wasn't as much as he expected, but it was still bad. He rushes up to you and notices the gaping gash on your torso and the bite on your calve. He breathes a sigh of relief. Although you were terribly injured, you were not going to die as a result of it. You stare at his eyes, which dart back and forth between your wounds before meeting yours. You were expecting at least some reassurance from Eddie but instead, you were met with his bitter words.

“What the fuck was that for?” He clenches his jaw and looks at you with rage in his eyes. Although you expected his rage, you did not expect it so soon.

His abrupt attitude surprised you. "I should be the one asking you that!" you scoff in the same enraged tone and look away for a second before returning your gaze to him. Your outburst tensed your stomach, triggering your wound. You grunt in pain, pressing your hand against the gash. Eddie notices your distress and unties the bandana from his head, wrapping it around your calve first. He then rips a piece of his shirt and wraps it around your torso, leaving him in an almost cropped hellfire shirt.

“Thanks,” you mutter as he finishes wrapping up your torso. Once he finishes his hands drop to his sides and then rub his face.

“You could’ve died,” he plainly states staring off into the distance. Your eyes then gaze down at your feet.

“You too.”

“Okay, but I needed to y/n. We needed to distract them from the othe-“

“I understand that but I don’t get why you had to do it alone when I could’v-“

“Stop!” Eddie harshly interrupts, now staring at you. You both sit in silence as anger starts bubbling in you.

“Stop what Eddie?! Stop telling you the truth that could have saved your life? You-you could’ve- no you WERE going to die if I didn’t help!” Tears are already falling from your eyes, the sob in your throat being released as you recall the moment of him leaving you and Dustin.

You continue through your cries, “I was about to w-watch your death!”

“Don’t act like I wasn’t going to watch yours!” Eddie shouts at you. He'd never shouted at you, but tears were already streaming down his cheeks.

His mouth quivers, “I thought I watched you die! I watched you fall and I couldn’t see your figure anymore by the number of bats circling your body on top of that trailer!”

You avoid his gaze and stay silent.

“You’re lucky you’re alive,” he whispers as his voice trembles. He grabs your arm and puts it around his shoulder, lifting you up.

Somehow he was able to get you down the ladder and through the portal after comforting Dustin who was weeping to himself rocking back and forth.

As you and Eddie made it through the portal, there was a silence between all of you. Dustin felt this tension but didn’t question it, instead, he tended to you and Eddie’s wounds.

“This is going to hurt okay?” Dustin cautions you as he holds the antiseptic wipe in his hand. You take a deep breath in and nod. Dustin starts wiping your wound, you throw your head against the couch and squeeze your eyes shut. You groan in pain as the stinging continues to grow. Dustin finishes you up and applies a new bandage on you.

“Okay you’re up next,” Dustin turns around and faces Eddie.

“I’ll do it myself,” he replies annoyed.

“Um I don’t think tha-“

“I said I’ll do it myself,” Eddie’s voice rises as he interrupts Dustin.

“Just let the boy do it, Eddie. He knows what he’s doing,” you reply in a vicious tone, annoyed at Eddie’s attitude. You don’t get why he kept denying Dustin’s help when he literally needed it. This was the first time you and Eddie talked to each other since on top of the trailer.

“Who are you to say that?” Eddie questions you.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Did you know what you were doing back there?”

Oh, he got on your last nerve. He took all of your patience away. You both were glaring intensely at each other. After everything that happened, he did not show any sympathy or grace after saving his life but instead he’s mad at you for it?

“What the fuck are you on Munson?” You bitterly ask as your back lifts off the couch.

You continue, “Actually, I did know what I was doing. I was saving your fucking life. But now you’re getting mad at me when you’re the one who left us?” You were so red from the anger you had within you.

You let out a small chuckle, “I-I didn’t want you to die but you’re making me feel like I’m the one at fault here. Don’t get me wrong Eddie, I will never regret saving your life, but it’s like you want me to.”

“So go fuck yourself, Munson.”

You stand up and storm off limping into his room and shutting his door with a loud bang. You sit on a stool beside his bed frame letting all the tears out, just wondering why he wasn’t grateful for you saving his life.

#eddie munson imagines #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x gn reader #angst #stranger things angst #eddie munson drabbles #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader angst #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson yn

[mjlovescm]

Hey, idk if you take requests, but I started following you because of your Rodrick fics and I wanted to see if you could do one where Rod is a like, 'popular outcast', and reader just doesn't fit in anywhere. Rod is more loud and kinda extroverted, while reader is more to thenself and reserved, but they get along well and find comfort in being outcast together and stuff. I love all of your work btw, and I loved that Steve fic you posted recently:)

She keeps to herself, Rodrick Heffley 

A/N: Truthfully I haven't written in a while in general and for Rodrick specifically, I wonder how many of you followed me just for him lol. Don't worry, I still write for him. Thank you for this request and I hope you like it <3.  

When it came to school, you found yourself somehow more isolated than ever. Over the years, you’d gotten used to it. The loud kids, wandering eyes and little comments. Really it wasn’t that bad, you came, did your work and left. But every once in a while, one of your teachers would say those five words that would completely ruin your routine. 

“No, you can’t work alone.” 

And suddenly you were thrown into a group of basically strangers and forced to work together. It was the worst in situations like this. You were working with three boys. All of which knew one another and were even friends. Leaving you to again be the outsider. Great. 

The school bell rings and like every other student, you were out the door. Swarming the hallway with the goal of leaving as fast and as soon as possible. Pushing yourself through the crowd, you combatted the noise with music. Once you were at your locker you throw your bag onto the floor but before opening it there's a nudge on your shoulder. People bumped into you often. As long as it wasn't too bad, you didn’t acknowledge it. But people clearly trying to get your attention was something you couldn't ignore. 

Hesitant, you peeled back your headphones and turned to see who was trying to speak to you. 

“Hey.” A tall dark haired body spoke. 

“Hi?” 

“y/n right?” 

He asks with a more enthusiastic expression than others who you’d been in this position with. It was a boy from your class, one of the ones you were grouped with. Rodrick, that was his name. 

“Yeah.” You were honestly confused as to why he wanted to talk to you. 

With group projects, you normally only worked in class or just divided the work and left it at that, but Rodrick and his friends were different. He and the two other boys were in a band together called “Löded Diper”. It was spray-painted on the side of Rodrick’s van. They were planning to meet up after school today and practice, so he invited you over so the four of you could work on the project. At first, you were unsure of whether you should accept the invite, but ultimately meeting in person meant getting more done, so you thought why not.

The car ride is quick, it's made easier with music blocking out the boy's conversation. You keep to yourself, sitting in the passenger seat next to Rodrick while he drives. At his house you found a comfortable spot on the couch, but before any work could be done the boys needed to get some practice in. 

“Do you maybe wanna watch us practice ?”

“Oh, uh no, I’m fine.” You try to let him down gently. 

“Oh come on.” Rodrick tilted his head to the side. “You’ll be the first to hear our new song.” 

It was an honestly intriguing offer. You’d never heard of  “Löded Diper” before, so you really had no idea what to expect. 

“Sure.” 

“Yes!” He pumped his fist. “She said yes, guys.” Rodrick yelled to Ben and Chris.

For the next hour, you were the boy's one-person audience. Truthfully their music was interesting, it was loud with decent lyrics, not out right bad but just interesting. 

“What do you think ?” Rodrick asked you, actually curious about your opinion. “Do you like it?”

“It's good.” You told them with a slight smile and nod. “I really liked the… uh drumming.” 

With practice out of the way, the four of you made your way to Rodrick's bedroom and started working. It was the first day, so you didn't expect much to get done, and truthfully not much was done. But in an odd way the day still felt good, fun even. The boys easily found themselves distracted with the random things that filled Rodrick's room, and naturally you followed suit. Intrigued by how personal, the room was. Covered in posters, various lights and scattered stakes of CDs and comics.

“Cool right.” Rodrick stated, referring to the poster you’d had your eye on for a good minute. 

“Hmm?”

“The band, they're so cool. What's your favorite song?”

You didn't have one. You'd never even heard of most of the people in his posters. 

“I’ve never listened to them before.” 

“You've never listened ?” Rodrick's eyes went wide in disbelief. 

Without a second word, he clears all the tabs on his laptop relating to school and pulls up a song playlist. He throws on an old pair of wired headphones over your ears and plays a few songs. You listen anxiously, almost worried at the thought of not liking what Rodrick clearly loved. 

“Do you like it ?” He was eager for a response. 

“I don't know.” 

You were honest and although you were sure it wasn't what Rodrick wanted to hear, he didn't make a big deal out of it. So neither did you. 

“What's your number? I'll send it to you.” He reaches for his phone before handing it to you. 

You typed your number in before returning Rodrick’s phone to him. Barely a second passes and Rodrick is already texting you. He sends you a few songs from the band in the poster and a few of his personal favorites, asking Chris and Ben for more to suggest to you. Some of them you listened to on the spot, playing them while you went over the requirements for the project. 

The day manages to slip by you without much notice, and suddenly you were back in Rodrick's car, this time on your way home. And without your music and headphones. Instead, you listen to the sounds of the atmosphere. The rattle of Rodrick’s van, the hum of his voice against his low playing music. The tap of his fingers against the steering wheel. It was almost calming. Once he was outside your home, you got out of the car, telling him goodbye and going inside.  

At first, you thought hanging out with Rodrick and his friends would be a one time thing, but soon you would realize that that was far from true. Really, you weren't sure how many times you repeated that first day. Meeting with Rodrick by your locker, watching him practice with Chris and Ben, slowly working on the project and ending the day being driven home by Rodrick. After a while, they all started to mesh together into this comforting routine. Once you carelessly got used to it without the overbearing thought of it coming to an end, it did exactly that.

And come to an end it did. The four of you turned in the project and were thankfully not chosen to present. Leaving class after watching your classmates present their projects you found yourself hung low by the fact that it was really over, ignoring it you continued your school day as normal. At lunch, you found an empty table, slipped your headphones on and started to eat. You got about one or two bites in before three familiar faces joined your table.   

“I bet we got an A.” Chris gloated. 

“Definitely.” Ben agreed.

Your lips couldn't help but curl into a smile. 

“I hope, so I’m basically failing that class. If I don't pull up my grade, I’m gonna have to repeat the class.” Rodrick complained, taking a seat next to you.

I guess your new routine was here to stay. Same with your new friends.

Masterlist Stage five clinger, Rodrick Heffley Drum Lesson, 🍋, Rodrick Heffley

#mjlovescm #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley

[yanderes-galore]

Can I request Yan Jd relationship with reader that look a like her mom? It's up to you if it's platonic or romantic

I wasn't quite sure what you meant but I hope this works ^^;

This idea is based on these HCs, for this you are the daughter of Marcus's darling.

Yandere! Platonic! JD Fenix Concept

(Mother! Darling AU (?) - Extended Idea)

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Yandere sibling, Angst, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Marcus is yandere for your mother, Forced family dynamic, Blood mention, Violence implied, Forced companionship.

I'm not going to lie, I feel like JD would resent you and your mother at first.

Your mother has been his father's obsession for... years.

Even when he was with Anya, he never loved her as much as your mother.

JD already has a strained relationship with his father.

So when he first meets you he's... unsure.

His father looks so happy around your mother.

Although, JD himself is a bit envious that Marcus acts like a father to you.

While JD may hate you at first... when working alongside you, he begins to realize you aren't that bad.

You are friends with Kait and Del, so JD begins to feel a bit bad for resenting you due to your mother.

He probably shouldn't even hate your mother, she doesn't seem to support his father's behavior.

However, when Marcus does announce that he is officially getting together with your mother, JD accepts it.

You're technically his sibling now... with the whole Swarm situation going on, he doesn't mind that anymore.

You two really do fight better alongside each other.

JD goes from hating you to seeing you as family.

Even more so when Marcus tries to encourage JD to see you as a sibling.

Marcus is doing his best to create a new family.

Marcus wants your mother as his wife, you as his daughter, and JD to be your brother.

While JD originally wasn't fond of you, he's always been loyal and protective of family and friends.

So you have him as your overprotective brother... making your little "family" have two yanderes.

JD may even apologize to you for blaming you.

Truth is, none of this was your fault... or your mother's.

JD may even know how toxic the bond between your parents is, but ends up feeding into it.

If anything, your beliefs swap.

You're against the whole thing while JD supports it.

He tells you he loves you as his new sister, that it actually isn't that bad being your step/half-brother.

JD makes a promise to his dad that he'll protect you in battle.

That or if Marcus wants you to drop working with the COG and come live with your mother, JD will support that too.

JD can't really blame his dad... even JD is coming to terms with the idea of losing those close to him.

For example, Del in Gears 5 if you make the choice.

So, in a similar manner to his father, he wants to protect you.

The Swarm may be a problem, yet when it's all over...

Maybe you can all be a family?

You and your mother are the only ones in the family who can see how wrong this all is.

JD sees you as the sibling he never had, his mother died before she could give him one.

He regrets ever hating you or your mother.

He loves you both and makes it a goal to keep you all happy.

If anyone tries to harm you, JD will be there to defend you.

He doesn't mind getting a little bloody for those he loves... just like his father.

If you tried leaving with your mother, he'd help his father find you both.

Anything to make his father happy... the two understand one another as time goes on.

He's... a lot like his father, actually.

While JD's hugs would feel innocent when you were both just friends...

Now they just feel like a cage...

After all, JD is just like his father in the end... and you can never leave your family.

"Y'know... being siblings doesn't seem that bad, does it? I'm sorry I hated you... I see you're important to me now. I'll be sure to protect you with my life... now and forever."

#yandere gears of war #yandere gears #yandere james dominic fenix #yandere jd fenix #platonic yandere

[whodofthought]

Mica Familie ❤

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x gamer!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Dom/Sub relationship, oral (Alcina receiving), biting, slapping, bad writing, reader uses she/her pronouns

Summary: You just want to be accepted by your girlfriends daughters.

Word Count: 5,148

Author Notes: This woman holds my heart truly. Reader is roughly 6′3. 

Translations: (flori mici - little flowers)(fată drăguţă - pretty girl)(tati - daddy)(draga - darling)(frumoasa - beautiful)(te iubesc - I love you)(superba - gorgeous)(mica familie - little family)(uluitoare - breath taking)(fata buna - good girl)

If I missed any translations let me know otherwise enjoy!

Alcina’s day had been more than eventful. Her wine production was behind because of the stupid production manager, her girls were being a handful as it was now mid-winter so they were getting restless, and to top it Mother Miranda had called an emergency meeting about a stupid man thing named Ethan Winters then gave the man to her forever inferior ‘little brother’ Heisenberg. She was doing everything she could to hold back the pout that wanted to overtake her lips when she crossed the thresh hold into her own home. The familiar buzz of her beautiful daughters filled her ears and it alone helped ease some of the tension in her shoulders. A smile made its way onto her lips by the time Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra solidified in front of her and she shone it down at them.

“Hello Daughters.”

Her voice echoed in the room as she bent lifting her daughters into a tight group hug. Her daughters laughs and light greetings filled her ears in response and a sigh left her out of her nose.

“How was your meeting mother?”

Bela asked with intrigue interested to know why Mother Miranda called her out so urgently.

“Uneventful.”

Alcina said ending that conversation before it could start.

“I’d much rather know how all my flori mici days went.”

In an instant her ears are filled by three voices all at once and she lightly chuckles at her daughter’s antics.

“One at a time, one at a time.”

Alcina said with amusement watching as light blushes crossed three faces.

“Well, my day was spectacular, (Y/N) took me to the green house in a backpack and allowed me to care for the flowers like I usually do. Oh mother you should have seen the roses.”

Cassandra said fluttering out of her mom’s arms in a light swarm talking animatedly.

“My day was also good, (Y/N) brought me back three new books on toxicology from the village and even tried a new concoction with me. Even though it did lead her to be locked in the bathroom for the next hour.”

Bela said while cuddling into her mother’s neck loving the close proximity. Daniela huffed from her mother’s other side before also cuddling into her mother.

“My day was also good, I got to play Mama’s game most of the day and when she came in the room, she turned on some music and we had a mini dance party to dance life’s stresses away.”

Daniela had been the only one to call you anything but your name since you and Alcina had gotten together. Three years seemed like long enough to accept you in Daniela’s eyes and Alcina knew exactly how much that meant to you. Alcina’s smile only grew at each of her daughter’s stories, you were so good to each of them knowing all the things that make them individuals and spoiling them with it. Each experience was drastically different with her daughters, yet they were all positively affected.

“I’m glad you all enjoyed your day with (Y/N).”

Alcina lightly kissed all her daughter’s heads the three beamed at the affection and once Alcina let go of her other two little swarms they all followed her through the house to the kitchen like lost puppies. Alcina entered the kitchen her eyes making contact with the maid in the room.

“I’ll take my wine in the dining room.”

And with that sentence she continued on her way entering the dining room and taking her large seat before looking at her daughters again. Each sat in their seats and as more time passed, she noticed antsy nervous movements from the three.

“Girls…”

Her voice held a questioning tone.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

The words left her lips as the maid entered wine glass and bottle in hand. The maid places the cup on the table beginning to pour as the girls spoke.

“I-We…. Uhhh”

“Woah who is we?”

“Cass just tell her what you did.”

A perfectly sculpted eyebrow raises on Alcina’s beautiful face and even the maid grimaces as Cassandra starts her story quickly filling the cup before moving to stand against the wall at the ready. The maids reaction leaves her slightly worried, thinking of all her beautiful vases and priceless paintings that could be destroyed.

“Me and (Y/N) got into an argument when she came to retrieve me from the greenhouse…”

A sigh leaves Cassandra as she decides to just spit it out.

“When she came to get me, I didn’t want to leave I had been trapped in this house for so long I didn’t want to go back so soon but the sun was setting and even the greenhouse was starting to grow colder. She got serious and told me to get in the box NOW and I don’t know what came over me but before I could even catch myself, I yelled back you aren’t my mother, go find someone else’s kids to boss around…”

Another sigh leaves the raven-haired woman regret was written all over her face. She didn’t want to say such a terrible thing to you but maybe she still had small resentment towards you for stealing her mother from her.

“She went silent after that and left; I regretted what I said but I couldn’t chase after her in the cold. Thirty minutes later Remi came to retrieve me from the greenhouse and Dani said (Y/N) locked herself in her game room.”

Remi the maid in question stiffened in her place against the wall worried about her Lady’s rage. A labored breath left Alcina as she fought back the forefront of her initial anger your words echoing in her mind ‘go easier on them they’re young fată drăguţă they get to make mistakes; I sure know we did’.    

“(Y/N) has gone out of her way to do anything and everything for you girls since she entered our lives. She has always treated you three as her own as have I and I will NOT tolerate any disrespect towards her. She took you to your favorite place today Cassandra despite the freezing temperatures and the risk she found a way to get you to your favorite place and that is how you repay her?”

Another shaky breath leaves her as her grip tightens on the glass in her hand till it shatters blood wine staining the tablecloth and her dress.

“Leave my sight and I don’t want to see you again until she does.”

Tears threatened to fall from Cassandra’s eyes before she disappeared in her swarm, but her mother’s anger was well deserved she regretted her words deeply and set out to make it up to you. Alcina’s breath is still heavy as Remi quickly moves to clean up what shattered glass and wine she could. Simply grabbing the wine bottle, she stands and quickly leaves the dining room, you now the only thing on her mind. It was near ten in the evening it was your usual game time, so Alcina did not question your absence when her daughters came to greet her but now, she regrets not having instantly investigated your whereabouts. She passes a mirror on her way to your room and has to do a double take quickly returning to the mirror to witness her current state. Blood wine stained her signature white dress, her hair lightly frizzed under her hat and her makeup smudged and faded after her stressful day. A frown set across her lips, and she detoured to your shared bedroom thinking of how displeased you might be with her appearance. She moves through y’alls room fluently drawing a bath as she pulled out her night gown. A short pink strappy thing that usually wouldn’t be her taste but after you mentioned how ‘fucking sexy’ her legs were she started to venture into more daring clothing. She drank her wine in her bath allowing herself to relax a bit before coming to you. When she sat at her vanity after her bath, she gently brushed her damp hair taking in her own appearance. Her face was bare, gloves gone, and an incredible amount of skin showing. In an instant she second guesses her appearance, fully prepared to dress and redo her hair and make-up just to be in your presence but then her eyes lock onto your usual spot on the bed in the mirror. Your familiar smirk would be resting on your lips before you ask her if she knows exactly how breath taking, she is and the thought gives her a boost of confidence. Your yell breaks through the walls as you scream at the game, even sound proofed your impressive shrieks smash through as you yell at your teammates in whatever game you were playing. Your game room only being three doors down made for a quick couple of steps before she found herself knocking at your door. Her ears listen in, hearing the gun shots in your headset from outside the door. She could simply use her skeleton key to let herself in but this game room was your safe space and she didn’t want to break that. A few moments pass by before you scream

“I’M JUST BETTER.”

And laugh at whatever your friends say in response. Alcina patiently knocks again before calling through the door.

“Draga?”

“Hold up guys my old lady is home.”

You say to your friends as you remove your headset. The first time Alcina heard you refer to her as that it caused your first big argument, you tapped into an insecurity you weren’t aware she had and it was a humanizing moment in your eyes. It was one of the only time’s Alcina has ever yelled at you her voice so loud you truly thought she would make you deaf. In the heat of the moment, she was uninterested in your explanation and proceeded not to talk to you for three days. When you finally cornered her in her bedroom at the time you explained how where you come from the term was another way to say girlfriend or wife. Alcina thought it was an excuse and tried to leave but you told her no firmly, it was the first time you slept together. Alcina was surprised at your dominant nature as you took your time worshiping her body making sure she knew exactly how beautiful she was and that you didn’t view her as old, her mature features merely another reason you were attracted to her. Walking to the door you open it with a large smile.

“Hi frumoasa.”

You say with a deep purr as the gorgeous woman bends into the room, you closing and locking the door behind her.

“I didn’t know you were home; I would have met you at the door.”

You say as your eyes hungrily take in all of Alcina before reaching her face with a loving smile. Meeting her puckered lips in a sweet welcoming kiss your hand finds its way to the familiar spot of her right butt check holding it possessively like you always did.

“I haven’t been home long draga don’t worry yourself over it.”

You hum in acknowledgement squeezing her ass lightly before moving back towards the computer. Alcina often joined you in your game room having a small book nook in the opposite corner that she usually lounged at. Muting your mic, you return your attention to your girlfriend breathing in her familiar scent and relaxing into your gaming chair.

“How was your day sweet stuff?”

Alcina had stayed in her spot standing by the door, unsure of how to approach the Cassandra situation without you becoming upset. You were very sensitive when it came to your relationship with her daughters, very aware of how much they meant to Alcina you did everything you could to earn their approval knowing that in order to have a successful relationship with her you needed to have a successful relationship with them. Her daughters were harsh in the beginning not liking the idea of having to share their mothers attention but over the years y’alls relationship had grown. When Daniela first called you Mama you were over the moon, the last few months had been extremely smooth and just when you were finally feeling accepted Cassandra’s words cut you deep. Your eyebrows raised at her silence lighting back up your smoke and turning in your chair you study the woman you love.

“Did Mother Miranda say something to you again? You know I have a mean right hook I could ‘talk’ some sense into her.”

A smile and light chuckle leave her at that, and you smile in response. You look up at Alcina as she approaches and rubs your cheek lightly, you see the very subtle sign of her biting the inside of her lip and you know she’s nervous. Slapping a hand against the side of her thigh then gripping it you ash your smoke before speaking.

“I’m okay frumoasa, you don’t have to worry.”

A furrow appeared on her brow then, she never understood how you could read her after decades of no one seeing through her stoic face.

“I-“

She goes to apologize on Cassandra’s behalf, and you hold your hand up stopping the sentence before it could start.

“I know, and I know she didn’t mean it I just needed to get away a while.”

You say with a soft smile before continuing.

“Now fată drăguţă tell me how your day was.”

At the pet name her façade drops full pout now on her face.

“My day has been atrocious, the winery is behind and now I’ll have to work twice as much next week to make it up and then today at the meeting Mother Miranda chose to reward that damned dirty dog over me, can’t she see I’m the most loyal of those horrendous things she has me consider siblings.”

A light chuckle leaves you as you listen to your nine-foot baby complain about not being the favorite she moves back and forth as she talks animatedly and you can’t help but think about just how much her daughters take after their mom causing your smile to double.

“Awe my poor fată drăguţă, I’m sorry your day was so rough.”

Pulling another drag of your smoke you set the item back down in your ash tray before you stand pulling Alcina against you wrapping her in a tight embrace. Even at your full height your face is buried in her breast, but you would happily suffocate if need be. Alcina is quick to wrap her arms around you, your touch soothing on every piece of her you make contact with and as she holds you close she gains the confidence to release one more fact about her day.

“I missed you tati.”

She whispers against your ear; your once innocent hands fall gripping the well-endowed woman before lightly biting one of her breasts.

“Oh did you now?”

You ask with a cocky tone and the all mighty woman before you can only nod a light purple shading her cheeks.

“Does my fată drăguţă need tati to take care of her?”

An electricity lights beneath her skin at your words.

“Yes tati.”

Alcina lets out, breathing a little harder already.

“Kneel.”

In an instant you are looking down at golden irises and just like this morning, yesterday, and the day before she takes your breath away.

“So eager for tati hmmm?”

You ask before grabbing Alcina by the neck seductively holding her gaze so that she can’t shy away.

“Always.”

Alcina breaths out. Your mouth finds cool pale skin greedily kissing, sucking, and biting at every piece of her neck your marks never stayed longer than an hour, but Alcina cherished them while they lasted. Alcina’s breaths become short, her fresh underwear soaked due to the assault on her neck, and she can’t help the small bit of embarrassment she feels because you’ve barely even touched her. Your hand slides from her neck, rubbing down her chest to grip her large breast before pinching and pulling at her nipples. A moan escapes her mouth, and you seize the opportunity to stick your tongue down her throat, another moan leaves her at the kiss and you swallow it obsessed with the noises she makes. Breaking the kiss your eyes meet her hazy ones and a smirk graces your features.

“Always such a good girl for tati.”

You whisper against her lips loving the way she stares at you and nods. You kiss her again lingering for just a moment before making your way down her body, your lips leaving a buzz on her skin every time they touched. Your lips find their way to the valley between her breast, moving to lick down one breast till you hit her night gown you move to the nipple and bite rather harshly over the fabric, it takes her breath away.

“Lay down fată drăguţă.”

You lean back just enough to allow the large woman to move her legs, laying with her back on the floor the thought of how degrading this truly was crosses Alcina’s mind but the thought is banished the moment you move to be between her legs. They spread eagerly as you bend over her body and your hands find themselves gripping thick thighs while you bend reattaching to her nipple. You suck and lick at her nipple through her gown before moving to the other and giving it equal attention. Her mind races as you have your way with her body, and she can’t help but wish the layer of fabric wasn’t in the way. You bask in how her body responds to you, taking in every one of her little sounds and movements like it might be your last. When you decide your done teasing your mouth almost waters as you proceed to your favorite meal. Kissing lightly down her body over her gown your eyes never leave hers. A light frown is noticeable as you pass over her stomach, she struggled to love this part of herself even with it hidden. Stretch marks and light rolls show her age but you couldn’t get enough of it lifting her gown before biting at the skin there you release just long enough to let out ‘uluitoare’ before continuing your path. You prided yourself in the Romanian you’d learned over the years and the affect it had on Alcina never failed to amaze you. Alcina’s thigh spread wider as you finally reach your destination. Your hands grip milky thighs biting and marking until light whines are leaving Alcina. She wants to tell you to hurry up, to stop teasing her and put your mouth where she needs you but you hold the power here and speaking out of turn would only promise punishment and while punishment sounded great she needed you now desperately so she kept her mouth shut panting, moaning, and whining until you decided she would get what she deserved. A smirk graces your face as you look at Alcina’s underwear appreciating the growing wet spot before licking her underwear a loud moan filled the room at the slight contact and Alcina’s hips buck to try and follow your mouth.

“Haven’t I taught you to be patient fată drăguţă? Or do you need a reminder?”

Alcina’s head quickly shakes not wanting you to stop and you bite the inside of her thigh dangerously close to where she needs you.

“Words.”

A moan leaves her at your antics before her voice follows.

“No tati.”

“Fata buna.”

Another shock of electricity runs up Alcina’s spine at your words and she doesn’t break eye contact as you bite her underwear pulling the down with your teeth. If Alcina was wet before she was surly gushing now, you stop at the knee her legs much to long for you to go all the way down when pretty pink lips were glistening at you between her legs. Your arms push her legs up as you lick your lips.

“Hold these up for me baby, let daddy enjoy her meal.”

Another loud moan fills the air and as soon as big hands grip her legs you dive in pulling her lips apart before licking up all of her arousal. You both collectively moan as you begin to devour her like a three-course meal, sucking hard on her clit and lightly biting before moving to tongue fuck her and drink up her juices Alcina’s moans bounce off the walls and into your ears like music. It isn’t long before curse words are leaving her mouth in Romanian and her legs are shaking around you.

“Please…”

Alcina begs, and three years ago had you told her she’d be laying on the floor of her home completely at mercy to you begging for her release she would of sliced you to ribbons and made you into the newest batch of her Sanguis Virginis yet her she was. You lift slapping her wet center.

“Please what? You know tati needs you to be specific.”

She moans before continuing.

“Please I need to cum, I’ve been a fata buna.”

You hum as if considering her words even though you wanted her to cum in your mouth just as much as she wanted to.

“Cum then fată drăguţă.”

You return to your previous activities slurping her up like the fine wine she was and only a few moments pass before her legs straighten and back arches as her release takes ahold of her body. You eagerly lap up every bit of her juices before pulling back and sitting up licking your lips with a devilish smirk on your face. Alcina’s legs fall as they loose their strength and you take in the beautiful sight before you for a moment before rising to your feet.

“Come fată drăguţă, lets get you to bed.”

Alcina hums before sitting up, blushing at the wet spots on her night gown and her underwear still halfway down her legs. Gripping her chin lightly you pull her attention to you before meeting her lips in a deep kiss. Another involuntary moan leaves Alcina as she tastes herself on your lips and an extra wave of arousal passes over her body. Biting her bottom lip before breaking the kiss you smile at the woman before you.

“Te iubesc.”

You say while staring into her eyes and the words make Alcina’s heart flutter in her chest.

“Si eu te iubesc draga.”

She lightly responds holding your hip. Your smile brightens before you tuck one of Alcina’s slightly messy curls behind her ear. You lay another light kiss on her lips before before tapping your thumb against her cheek.

“Up. Bedtime.”

With that you turn, cutting off your gaming computer as Alcina pulls back up her underwear before standing on only slightly shaky legs. You cut off the light before unlocking and opening the door for Alcina, she bends through, and you follow closely behind closing the door before wrapping a familiar arm around her hip holding her close as you walked the few steps to your shared bedroom door. Opening the door for her again you enjoy the view as she bends through the door and can’t help but land a smack against her butt as she passes you. The older woman let out a huff as if displeased but you knew she liked the attention. Alcina heads right to the bed crawling into the covers as you enter the closet pulling out your sleep shorts and a sports bra, a chuckle leaves your lips as you remember the first time you met Alcina and her distaste for your clothing. The first time she saw you in your sports bra a look of horror passed her face as she questioned you on what the unattractive fabric even was. You wash up quick eager to return to the woman you wish you never had to spend a second away from and the thought of the ring you have hidden away inside your computer to assure its safety fills your thought. You smile to yourself as you dress and lotion, you’d never been this happy before hell you never even thought of yourself as one for marriage but you couldn’t picture a happy version of your life without Alcina and from the day three months ago when she took you to the frozen lake and you starred at her side profile as the sunset you knew you wanted to marry her. Returning to the bedroom the lights are off the only light filling the room being the bright fire in the fireplace keeping the area warm. A yawn left your lips as you crawled into bed, snuggling into the front of your woman Alcina’s arms wraps around you as you throw an arm over her, pulling her leg over your hip before once again gripping her butt cheek possessively causing a relaxed hum to leave Alcina at the familiar position and it doesn’t take long for you both to fall asleep. A loud knock almost bang wakes you from your deep slumber and you let out an angry sigh at the early awakening, you were not a morning person by any means, and you hated more than anything to be woken up. Ignoring the knock in hope that they’ll just go away you relax back into the bed pulling Alcina’s body flush against yours cursing the slight separation that had transpired in your sleep. Another loud knock echoes in the room causing you to audibly groan, a chuckle leaving the woman in front of you at your antics and you just huff in response. Alcina’s arms unwrap from around you as she stretches before trying to pull her leg from over your hip. You grip her tightly letting out what could only be considered a growl as she tries to pull away from you and the noise causes the woman to laugh.

“They won’t go away draga.”

You only groan again before letting Alcina go turning away angrily in the bed. Another chuckle leaves the woman as she stands, and you bury your face in the pillows in hopes of finding another few hours of sleep. Alcina opens the door to Bela and Daniela smiling at her daughters.

“Good morning, Daughters.”

Alcina’s sweet voice fills the room as if she hadn’t woken up mere moments ago and her daughters beam rushing in to hug their mother.

“Good morning, Mother.”

They say in unison before swarming to you, feeling the body weights on top of yours you groan while the two laugh at your bad mood.

“Good morning, (Y/N).”

“Good morning, Mama.”

You merely hum in acknowledgement not moving from your spot buried deep in the pillows.

“Cassandra would like to apologize now (Y/N) if your up for it.”

Bela says and you raise your head glancing at the grandfather clock in the room seeing it’s 7:15 in the morning

Couldn’t she wait till at least nine?

You think to yourself but sit up in bed anyway.

“Alright.”

You say with a yawn your voice deep and scruffy from sleep, rubbing your face before messing with your frizzy bed hair. In an instant the two swarm out the open door, your eyes follow lazily before moving back to Alcina. You point at the bed wanting her to return, the proximity between your bodies much to far for so early in the morning and another light chuckle leaves the woman at your behavior. Alcina grabs you a shirt before her long legs allow her to cross the room in seconds, the bed dips as Alcina sits at the edge of the bed before leaning over to you and placing a light kiss against your lips as she hands you the shirt.

“Good morning, draga.”

She whispers against your lips, and you hum content as you throw the shirt over your head.

“Good morning, superba.”

You lay your head on Alcina’s thigh closing your eyes as she begins to scratch at your scalp. Light buzzing in your ears is all the warning you get before your three daughters solidify in the room. Opening your eyes you sit up turning your full attention to Cassandra who is standing slightly behind her sisters with her head down still as equally embarrassed and ashamed as yesterday. A few moments of silence pass as Cassandra’s nerves get the best of her but a clear from Alcina’s throat and a quick glance at both your soft expressions is enough to break her out of her stupor. Clearing her throat she steps forward in front of her sisters looking straight at you.

“(Y/N) I…..”

She sighs and you can see how disappointed she truly is with herself.

“I can not express how sorry I am for the words I said yesterday. I did not mean a single one of them I was cranky about having to return to the castle but that is no excuse for the way I spoke to you. You have been nothing but good to all of us and I wanted to prove how much you truly mean to me.”

A blush crosses the young woman’s face as she extends her hand. You raise an eyebrow but put your hand out under hers waiting to receive whatever the raven-haired woman held.

“I wanted to let you know that despite my actions I love you (Y/N) and consider you apart of this family.”

Your bottom lip trembles as Cassandra places a small version of the Dimitrescu crest in your hands and your other hand comes up to cover your mouth.

“I hope you can accept my apology and don’t mind if I refer to you as Mama from now on.”

A sob broke out of you at her words, and you quickly try to rub the tears away but a body crashes into yours before you get to far. Cassandra has never physically touched you on her own accord and the hug takes you by surprise hesitating only a moment before you wrap your arms back around the woman.

“I am so sorry mama.”

You hold her tight allowing a few tears to fall before responding.

“It’s okay little swarm, I’ll always forgive you.”

Two more bodies surround you and you pull all three girls as close as your arms allow before all four of you are wrapped in the arms of Alcina.

“I love you all my familie perfecta.”

You say before kissing each girl’s heads then Alcina’s lips. They all echo the words back snuggling deeper into the hug and you can’t help but think how perfect your life is. Gunshots break the warming family moment and before anyone can speak Alcina’s phone rings and there’s only one person that could be.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina x reader #lady Alcina #bottom Alcina #lady dimitrescu x reader #Lady Dimitrescu #castle dimitrescu #resident evil village #re8 #bagdaddyb

[walriding]

character info sheet.

Name. Miles Luis Upshur Ramírez

Name meaning. Miles -- Latin, soldier. Luis -- Spanish, famous warrior or renowned fighter. Upshur -- English, literally just means 'from the upper shire', but the fun fact significance is that Upshur was the middle name of the famous American journalist Bob Woodward. Ramírez -- Spanish, wise / renowned ruler / counselor

Alias.( ses ). Fun Mount Massive nicknames: the Host, the Apostle, the Witness, Little Pig, buddy, etc. As far as actual aliases, he's used various combinations of his four names on fake IDs before -- i.e. Luis Upshur, Miles Ramírez, etc.

two pictures you like of your character.

The money shot, the big cryptid moment, the only third person view we canonically have of Miles:

2. Probably what I consider to be the definitive Oscar-as-Miles photo, one of the things I saw and was instantly assured of my FC choice. It might sound stupid but Oscar is such an irrevocable part of Miles to me. I can't see him any other way, and having such a strong visual representation of him has always been a huge help in making him feel real for all these years:

three headcanons you never told anyone. Disclaimer that I have probably mentioned all of this at some point but it's been seven years of writing this guy and I fear I'm out of completely new material lol

He's never been much of an exercise buff but Miles used to be into running. He had a set circuit when he lived in DC and tried to keep a consistent schedule even when traveling for work. Never got to marathon level but did a lot of 5 and 10Ks, even a half marathon here and there. But it's not something he does anymore largely because there's... really no point. One of the benefits of being possessed and also kinda dead is you don't need to workout! Yaaaaay! Unfortunately without the endorphins and the satisfaction of exertion, running has lost its luster.

Prior to Mount Massive, Miles had a long-term boyfriend from college until they were in their late 20s. The last couple years of it were a tumultuous on-and-off-again relationship that started to deteriorate after he lost his staff reporter job and had to travel more. Prop 8 meant that same sex marriage was off the table, but they talked about engagement and building a serious life together. If Miles hadn't lost his job he probably would've proposed. But, then, if he hadn't lost his job a lot of things would've been different.

Miles is genuinely obsessed with roadside tourist traps -- giant balls of twine and other objects, weird architecture, fake alien sites, that sort of thing. The kitschier the better. If you're roadtripping with him and he spots a funky sign, he's pulling over.

three things your character likes to do in their free time.

Listen to music -- he's almost always got tunes on in the background but will sit down and really get absorbed in an album when he can.

Read -- mostly current events articles, sometimes a good nonfiction book.

Drive -- loves driving around the middle of nowhere to clear his head, even though it's not quite the same without the Jeep (rip).

three people your character loves.

Not technically a person, but the Walrider. Judge him if you want, but after a decade he's accepted that they're fucked up soulmates that were always meant to be <3. It's been a slowburn enemies to lovers journey, but over time he's adapted and stopped hating it for things that weren't really its fault. He's gone from denial to acceptance to tolerance to feeling genuine affection for the Swarm. Maybe it's too complicated to really define as love, but he can't think of a better word.

@mslangermann in some form in all verses always.

People with conviction. People who stand up for themselves and the things they believe in. People who are thoughtful and who care about something bigger than themselves.

two things your character regrets.

Not being a better son and brother before everything went to shit. His life choices and the prideful stubbornness with which he committed to them drove a wedge between himself and his parents, which trickled down into a strained relationship with his sisters. In hindsight, they were just worried about him and only wanted what was best for him -- but he was too absorbed with his career and trying to piece it back together to see that. He regrets arguing with them so much. He regrets not making the most of the time he had when he didn't know it was running out.

Somewhat verse specific, but he very deeply regrets what happened with @mslangermann's husband Blake after Temple Gate. Murkoff picked him out of the wreckage and brought him to another facility -- Miles found him while trying to dig up whatever he could about the cult. Blake was completely catatonic, and probing around in his mind revealed that there was nothing left of him mentally, either. Rather than leave him to suffer in Murkoff's hands, Miles elected to put him out of his misery. And still hasn't told Lynn. He doesn't regret doing it -- truly, there were no options that would have saved Blake -- but he regrets not being honest with her. He also blames himself a bit for not finding him sooner and possibly preventing tragedy.

three phobias your character has.

the dark

confined spaces

heights

tagged by : @demcnsinmymind ty!!! tagging: @cyberpawn, @slidethirtysix, @paramnesias

#long post #it's been a hot minute since i've really done an in depth meme for miles #i miss rambling about him <3 #(ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴄǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ) ;;; ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

[darkicedragon]

Snippet: Hand Outstretched

Zazie appeared from under the mass, the drone quietening down. There was one worm that hadn't merged with them, clawing over their shoulder, and Meryl was sure they did that on purpose, a shiver going down her spine seeing the worm move. It distracted her from her boss' words though, cooling her down even as Zazie's boots thudded on her dashboard.

"You should kill him," Zazie said.

"I'm not killing him because he's wrong," Meryl said with a roll of her eyes. They'd had a few conversations like this before, Zazie wanting a more direct approach to her problems. "Anyway, he's my boss."

"Your 'boss'?" Zazie tilted their head in thought.

"Like..." She reached for something they could understand better. "A head worm. And I'm a newly hatched larva." As much as she hated being one. But she'd work her way to the top yet. She just needed more time and people knowing about her. And that meant getting her articles accepted!

"Oh."

While humans and worms were different, they were still similar enough she could make the comp-

"I can kill him for you then."

The jeep jerked to the side as she snapped her head to them. "You're not killing my boss!" She could already picture the swarm of worms crashing through her boss' window, and depending on how fast information travelled through the worm network, could already be happening.

"Why not?"

"Because I still need him alive to approve my articles, and if everyone I'm mad at ended up dead, people will notice and I'll be out of a job." As much as some parts annoyed her, she still loved what she did and didn't want a black mark against her name so early in her career.

Zazie huffed, crossing their arms. "That's boring."

And then sometimes, the difference between humans and worms was more obvious. __ This fic is slowly consuming everything right now, hahaha. Inspired by this conversation

#snippets #trigun stampede #zazie the beast #meryl stryfe

[kaespost]

Childe x Reader

Angst/No happy ending

not proofread, not even as sad as I played it out in my head lmao

more utc

He was the school's popular guy. He was everything everyone has ever wanted! And you were the girl anyone barely noticed. Like as if you weren't even there! When you think your absence doesn't bother anyone, It bothers Childe. Though he's talked to you a few times, you never thought much of it and went on with your day. While he thinks it's very much of a big deal since he rarely gets to talk with anyone without a swarm of girls left and right around him.

One of the group of girls that had been obsessing over Childe were your bullies. They always bullied you for being (nationality) and constantly stereotyping you.

The last thing you'd want is for people to talk about your life at home. It is never easy. Having to work a job and take care of your siblings is a lot of work for a senior, especially with the load of work they give out is IMMENSE.

You and Childe became some what good friends because you both were partnered for a project. He wasn't just handsome, he was a very intelligent man. You both realized how similar you two are. From the songs you listen, to the interests, and the games you play!

Spending time with him meant that forgetting everything you feel at that very moment. He was like a drug to you. Though, you always never initiate hang outs or anything that friends do with each other, he's always there to suggest it.

Each hang out you guys had increased the spark and flame between the two of you. He made you forget your insecurities and made you feel safe while you made him warm and calm inside.

While hanging out at the school garden, He says

"You know you're beautiful, right?"

Out of the blue, staring at your sunkissed face. You look and him in disbelief and playfully slapped him in the arm

"No I'm not, that's stupid. Don't say that I'm butt ugly..."

You stare into nothing, processing what he had just said.

"You're not butt ugly, y/n."

"Are you joking? I know you love making jokes."

You look at him, hoping he was joking.

"Well, not right now, no."

You stare at him with a puzzled expression, still confused

"What do you even see in me that you call, "beautiful"?"

"Well, I like the way you say my name— not in a weird way, I find the sound of your laugh beautiful, Your hugs are calming, The way you use your words so well, your smile, your hair, you—"

"But that's all you know about me. You don't know how I act when I'm not with you. I don't think you can call them "Beau—"

"The reason I called you here was because I wanted to tell you I like you. All those things I said I like about you. If it is alright, I'd want to be your boyfriend..."

You both stand there in shock. Your shocked expression made his stomach churn in a bad way.

"I– I need a couple days to figure things out. I'm thankful you told me but I- Are you sure?"

"Yes Yes Yes I'm very much sure I want this with you, y/n. If you were to say no, please know that I'll be fine I don't want this to get in the way of our friendship."

He clasps your hands together, hope in his eyes.

He takes you home, as usual and bid your goodbyes. Since your paid leave has been scheduled, You were safe to stay at home and work on some stuff while it's early.

You have a mental breakdown because you've been listing the ups and downs if you accepted or denied him.

If you accept:

PROS:

Cool and Intelligent boyfriend

Extra help

Cons:

More bullies

Rumors

Negative comments

Possible sabotages

Cramped Time

If you deny/decline

PROS:

Less bullying

Less bother

Less problems

No drama

CONS:

Awkwardness between you and Childe

Everything will go back to the way it was

Less interaction with him

You think very hard, thinking what's best for you and your schedule.

2 days and countless breakdowns later...

You decided to deny, for the sake of your siblings and living.

You asked Childe to meet up with you the same time as last.

"Heyy, Childe! So I thought about it a—"

"You're denying, aren't you?"

You look at him in shock, how did he know?

"I know because you've told me about your situation. I get it, It would be hard managing all that. It was just— hard to keep it in and I am just— impulsive as fuck when it comes to you."

"Childe I— I'm sorry, If I could accept I really would. You make me feel worthy and strong. I want to be around someone like that— around someone like YOU."

You pull him into an embrace, thinking of the outcome if you had said yes.

"It's fine, we'll still be friends, right"

"Of course we will, I wouldn't want this to be the reason to cut off connection with you."

end~

#genshin impact #childe headcanons #childe angst #childe x reader #genshin tartagalia #tartaglia headcanons #tartaglia #tartaglia angst #angst #genshin impact angst #genshin headcanons

[stingslikeabee]

"If I manage to barricade the clock tower, would you fancy a picnic?" By barricade, he meant his men warding off any that wanted to climb it. There was a lovely view of Midgar in the distance, nestled amongst the skyline of fading light.

unscripted asks . always accepting

Birds singing outside was not a sound that Melissa had been used to waking up to - there were not many animals that had resisted the harsh environment of Midgar, particularly the one created below plate and which was challenging enough to humans. Perhaps the presence of nature was one of the things that fascinated the madame the most about Kalm, more than seeing the sky for once (rather than just metal).

But the absence of troopers everywhere and the lack of checkpoints did provide more chances for the occasional surprise attack - no wonder the Turks were always close by, monitoring the pair from a certain distance but within reach. Despite Rufus not advertising his presence in town (which led to a surprising number of people ignoring him), he was still the individual with recognizable features, even with sunglasses... And there were those who still resented Shinra following the end of the war with Junon.

The last attempt barely qualified as one - it was clumsy executed and subdued before it could create any scandal, but the assailant did injure Melissa in the process (arguably by accident). Her hand had been properly bandaged and the best doctor in town called over - and the woman was the first one to say it had been nothing, unlikely to scar and not something worth of returning to Midgar.

It was clear that she wanted to stay - the caged bird she had been longed for the fresh air and the picturesque landscapes; a minor scratch was a non-issue.

Melissa was indulged after a compromise - the Turks would discreetly investigate to ensure nothing else would blindside them if the madame agreed to stay in her suite while they worked. All that time, however, was spent by the window - looking at the feathery friends outside who chirped happily across the branches of a tree at window level. The distraction was so powerful that Melissa failed to notice Rufus' presence until he was close to her, having entered her room at some point.

His offer caught the inn owner by surprise - it was... Very thoughtful of him. They hadn't yet been to the tower, given the increased chances of his identity being exposed and the large number of fans that would likely swarm him, and the madame had assumed nothing of the sort was on the table anymore given the recent events. That he was suggesting one of the things she wanted to do the most - as any other tourist did - and ensuring safety measures to make it happen was...

...Generous, surely. Kind, maybe? At any rate, his attitude once again contrasted heavily to the prior bias and it stunned the brunette into silence, enough for a light smile to appear on the president's features. Shaking her head and regaining movement, Melissa's own lips curved upwards in an appreciative gesture, emphasized by a determined nod of her head.

"I would. I imagine the tower is better suited than a heliport for a meal with a scenery - no need to chase after food being blown away," the madame commented with humor, the rooftop of Shinra Building being the only other place that had comparable qualities... But would never be good grounds for a picnic. Following that, Melissa took a step closer to Rufus, extending a hand as if a deal was to be sealed.

It didn't occur to her that it was the one with the white bandages - not until he accepted the handshake but allowed a thumb to brush over the rough tissue keeping Melissa protected. Once more, she blinked - and then turned their linked hands into something less professional and more personal by covering the president's one with her unscathed palm, the arrangement resembling more of a promise between a couple.

"But I have one condition - could we please get the food ourselves from the market? Assuming Tseng allows us to do it, of course," the addition came automatically - the Turks were practically the woman's shadow too as long as that collaboration endured, "They are famous for cherries and they are your favorites, after all. I would love to handpick them myself."

#ivory-paragon #ivory paragon #v: FFVII #replied #if you think I browsed our old threads for this #you're absolutely right #gotta get his favorite fruit right 8)

[goldemas1244]

Zhask and Yve headcanoons time!

Okay so we all have seen this

ZHASK X YVE MOONTON CANON

So, with inspo from @astrowarden I'm making a headcanons and ideas list to jot some stuff down because I need to infodump. Hey, Yve mutual, (I can call you that, yes? Because you're the astrowarden?) you can reblog and add more below (or argue against mine). We can infodump a lot here. Let us build this Zhask X Yve ship together!!

Man I just need to infodump-

-- Headcanons under the :readmore: --

Equilibrium (Placeholder ship name)

Zhask and Yve got together after many forced team-ups against the ever-present problems threatening to destroy the Land of Dawn. Because if the planet gets destroyed then Zhask, now comfy with the place, will find more planets and that'd suck for Yve.

Just imagine Zhask shielding Yve from an attack... and the other way around... ehehehehe

There were lots of witty banter between them and many more insults but they gradually softened and became cool beans with each other.

"You want some pizza?" "No thanks, it's got meat on it."

*Yve eats the pepperonis for him.*

*He finally eats the pizza and asks for more.*

Zhask got really injured during a fight once AND IT WAS YVE WHO CALLED FOR HELP AND HELPED SAVE HIM

He was grabbing on to her arm for dear life at this point (which is when she realised 'Oh God he needs me').

They can both breathe, talk to each other, and hear each other in space. Which is weird because space is a vacuum.

Zhask is the idiot. Yve is the only one who can accept that.

Zhask lets Yve control Domorey (his staff) sometimes. He will NOT admit she's better than him.

Since Zhask is the only one of them with a canonical place to stay, Yve bunks with him. She has a set of pyjamas and everything.

Pillowfights (GAH)

Zhask's love language is acts of service. Yve's is listening. They're both secretly touch starved.

This planet was meant to be his Kastiya II, like an extension of the place. Yve doesn't have the heart to tell him what happened to Kastiya I.

They both love the wildlife. But Yve is usually the one to drag him out of his trance when he sees bugs. He gets an identity crisis.

Yve is Zhask's personal leash. She usually stops him from violently dropping his head into a nearby bush and eating it.

They both have eating problems. Zhask overeats. Yve doesn't eat enough. They criticise each other until their diets eventually cool up.

Imagine again, Yve comforting Zhask through his nightmares-

Zhask

Zhask likes coconut milk. He steals snow from the Northern Vale to build himself a mini fridge for his coconut shakes.

Kastiya II has a bunch of coconut trees. It's mentioned that he's building a swarm army there but it's mostly just a pet-type thing now because they KEEP. EATING. THE COCONUT TREES.

People mistake Zhask's forest of coconut trees for the actual Swarm.

He makes a living somehow by... selling the freshest coconuts known to the world???

Of course it isn't just the swarm who keep eating the trees. Zhask takes a bite out of every single type of plant he finds and if he likes them he'll suck out their juices. Like a beetle.

He sometimes does this to his own coconut trees when he's sleepwalking. He has no recollection of this and starts blaming his spawn beans again.

Yve recorded it and is now saving it as blackmail.

He's a traditional medicine kind of guy. Feed him a ginger root and he'll be all good in three hours.

The Land of Dawn uses his services to clear land and stuff. It's disturbing to see the usually composed and upright king going full-on feral when he's specifically requested for though.

A swarm can clear the intended land in minutes. But if he's hungry he'll take seconds (lol it's a pun).

We all know he can hear people's thoughts. Oho, he has the juiciest gossip if you can crack him open.

'Anything is edible if you're brave enough.'

He's not brave enough.

He's homesick.

He has a good relationship with Badang because Badang makes the best rice (he's Malay of course he does).

Yve

Unlike Zhask she is omnivorous which means she's the one who usually eats the shrimp in his mac and cheese.

She cheats at tag.

Zhask is her FIRST friend.

She likes fish. She can swim for hours. Which terrifies Zhask because he's seen one of his spawn young get eaten by a creature in the water and he's NOT taking risks.

She's actually very good at videogames.

She's not very social. But she DOES get invited by Aurora for tea every two weeks.

She still thinks Aurora should beat up Zhask and then some. As a treat and revenge.

Of course, coming from Mithlora, she is a great hunter. She and Helcurt have hunting battles occasionally when they cross paths.

One of Mithlora's veteran hunters keeps watch on Martis. So she still has family to communicate with in close quarters.

She likes sour cherry sweets.

She has a favourite of Zhask's spawn. Its name is Edem. Zhask's favourite is Meric.

She can light up like a glowstick. Just without the cracking and shaking (but you can do it to her; only once).

Her bestie is Pharsa.

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Just Some Mandalorian Culture Headcanons (For Literally 2 Planets Cause I Got Bored)

Listen, Mandalorian Space contains several habitable moons and planets, and I just want some minor cultural differences between them.

Draboon:

I’m gonna say Draboon is a mountainous planet with several large swamps because a) the lapis deposits point to some form of igneous intrusion and from what I’ve gleaned from my friend’s geology study guide mountains are a sign of that and b) venom-mites just kinda sound like a swamp creature to me.

Food in Draboon’s mountains is wildly different compared to food in the swamp regions.

The mountains have a higher number of meat and grain dishes, due to the higher altitudes their main sources of food are a species of Star Wars goat and a high altitude grain like space barley. In communities where there’s an active mine stuffed bread pockets with a little handhold (like empanadas) are popular.

The swamps tend to make use of native plants, fish, types of water bird, and even venom-mites in their cooking. Venom-mites have to be prepared a certain way so they won’t kill you, but they’re really spicy in the way all Mando’ade seem to love. Capturing and killing venom-mites in a way that won’t get you torn apart by the swarm is something kids learn from their parents along with how to hand fish, though far more secretive. Every family has their own method and they’ll be damned if they share it with outsiders.

A traditional marriage proposal on Draboon includes a hand carved lapis charm being given, much like a ring. If the proposal is accepted at the wedding the charm is tied to the end of the marriage cord.

The different landmasses have different traditions for what the charm is carved with. In the southern mountain ranges the charm is typically carved with the Mando’a word that the carver feels most represents their beloved. In the northern and eastern ranges, the charm is carved in the shape of two interlocked beskar hearts. In the swamps to the west the carving often features some form of venom-mite, normally in the form of an adversary the couple is fighting off.

Harswee:

On Harswee a couple has to work together to hand weave their own marriage cord. It’s a sort of ritual, the hard work and cooperation they put into creating the cord is meant to represent the work that goes into a successful marriage.

Divorce on Harswee involves unraveling the cord.

Whenever a child is due to be born or a foundling is adopted by a Mando’ad from Harswee their parent(s) start a “rug of life” for them. The kid will work on it throughout their life, most notably after battles and important life events. You’ll gradually begin to see the weaving in the rug get better, more sure of itself as time goes on. When they die the rug is kept by their descendants as a reminder of their life.

The three most popular professions on Harswee (besides being a warrior) are: weaving, ranching wool bearing animals, and farming fiber bearing plants. Textiles are the lifeblood of their economy.

Warriors from Harswee tend to wear woven sash belts in their clan or house colors, instead of the usual girth belts.

Harswee’s environment luckily wasn’t as damaged by war as the central planets in the Mandalore sector, so there are more open air cities and sprawling farms compared to the densely packed dome cities on Mandalore and Kalevala.

In each of Harswee’s three major cities there are monuments to Mandalore the Binder, who’s basically their hometown hero.

The easiest way to make an enemy of a Harswee born Mando is to disrespect Mandalore the Binder. Say anything about their greatest native son and there is a very real chance you won’t make it home alive.

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