#im not saying nothing should be done but it's just confusing to me how everyone looks to the fa as being like

[uplatterme]

all out?

—sub!scara/dom!reader, amab!reader | office sex, exhibitionism

—not beta read so excuse some mistakes if there are any TT

honestly, scaramouche should have seen this coming.

he stares at his empty cabinet, dumbfounded that there’s nothing inside it. surely not…

the balladeer wants to scream. just his luck, that it happened today too, when there’s a meeting scheduled that he cannot skip.

“fuck.”

the harbinger walks through the chilling halls of the zapolyarny palace. the cold has never bothered him in any shape or form, yet today proves to be an exception.

there are lower-ranked fatui passing by, hastily running off, not wanting to meet his gaze. an action that he isn’t unfamiliar to.

he hisses and stops when a certain ginger blemishes his view.

“looks like someone’s having a bad day!” he greets.

for a moment there, scaramouche thinks that he’s caught red-handed. not until he realizes that the youngest harbinger couldn’t have possibly seen through his facade.

“you’re deafeningly loud.” he bites back, continuing his steps despite the aching in his lower half.

“ah, still the same as ever. not that im surprised.” he says, chuckling echoing through the halls.

“the meeting’s to start in a few, although the director and the overseer hasn’t arrived yet.” tartaglia informs.

he flushes at the mention of your title, the one behind this problem that he’s facing right now.

“hello?” he calls out.

“can you learn to shut up just at least once?!” he yells.

currently, he sits on the chair provided for him, next to pulcinella and sandrone. as long as he doesn’t get seated next to that blue-haired freak, he considers any situation to be pleasant.

the door opens with a slam and the rest of the harbingers bow their head as greeting. there you stand, that folder you always carry in your arms and a pen between your fingers.

that’s when the memories comes back to him.

flashes of each time you’ve ripped his underwear with those fingers of yours, the scene claws into his brain as he bows down his head in unison with the others.

it was fine the first time. it was only a one-time thing, after all.

oh, how naive he was thinking that.

he then realizes that it wasn’t a one-time thing, seeing as there’s none of them left in his cabinet, forced to attend this meeting with his cock slapping against his thigh each time he walks.

it’s embarrassing. he seethes at your voice, talking about some topic that he couldn’t give a shit about. he adores when your tone is like that, commanding and strict. the more you speak, the more the harbinger wants to cave in.

his cock presses hardly to his shorts, begging for any kind of attention. unfortunately, he’s forced to endure it. to sit there in agony while he stares at you, giving out orders.

oh, how he wishes that you bend him against the table right now.

he can see it visibly twitch from underneath his clothing. if you were to see this, what would you have done? scaramouche’s imagination runs wild, thinking of how you’d make him take your cock. overusing his body and milking him dry. a doll, whose only purpose is to serve you.

“balladeer?” he snaps back to reality, hearing you mention him.

he bites back a needy whine, feeling everyone’s attention now centered on him.

“yeah?” he spit out, his eyes meeting with yours.

“you’ll be sent off to a separate mission, is that all right with you?”

god, you could ask him to do anything and he’d agree.

“sure.”

when the meeting ends, his body was moving on its own, moving towards you to grab you and pinning you to the wall.

“you! you better take care of this!” he shouts.

you were confused at first but it didn’t take you long to see his cock fully outlined through his tight shorts.

“why should i? you’re the one who decided to attend this meeting like that.”

he groans. he does not have the time for any of your teasing right now.

“you kept tearing through—just, ugh!

fuck me already!”

his voice echoes throughout the room. he would have never expected this kind of situation to happen but he needed you so badly. he’s been hot and bothered ever since this morning.

he lets out a relieved groan once he feels his abdomen pressing on the table.

then, next comes the sound of his shorts being ripped apart. he would have complained about your tendency to tear through his clothes but all the complaints in his head goes away once he feels your fingers digging inside of him.

“hnngghh—fuck, finally. only thing you’re fucking good for—oh god!”

“shit, shit, shit!”

his face presses up on his hands, far too drunk as drool goes down his chin. he’s loving each movement inside of him, the satisfaction and pleasure you give are intoxicating him and he wants more.

his body squirms, his feet constantly misplacing themselves on the floor. his dick leaking precum as you stroke it at a pace, leaving him panting and breathing like a dog who had just gone for a run.

“look at you, all loose already…your body’s just made for fucking, isn’t it? always wanting to prove something when you can just show everybody how much of a cumdump you are.”

scara grunts at your insult (praise?), wanting to spit back something to defend himself. but his body is then shifted around, his back laying on the cold table as you took no time in penetrating his hole.

his mouth is left wide open by the stretch. it burns but god, he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the pain. the pain that would soon then transition into pleasure by each. single. thrust.

pounding into him mercilessly, his mouth being covered by his own mouth to desperately hide his cries from enjoying it too much, smiling underneath.

eventually, he just decides to let go. his hands reaching up to fondle his own chest, playing with his nipples while you shape him into your own cocksleeve, his leg up as you wanted better access into fucking him as much as you can.

scara’s so damn loud. of course, he doesn’t notice it. nor does he notice a certain redhead blushing needing to do a double take to see if he’s seeing the right thing.

“f-fill me up! fuck, please!”

“haaah—! more, more!”

after a while, those sentences are no longer coherent as he’s turned to just moaning and whimpering, slurring his words that you can barely understand.

the table is a cum-filled mess, his dick spurting out white as his eyes roll back the furthest they can into his head.

and yet, he doesn’t stop.

even better, he’s started to match your rhythm and grind himself onto you.

there’s a bit of a swelling in his belly from your cum and yet that isn’t seen as a blockade.

each thrust, your cum slipping out of him and back into him and the warm feeling of your stickiness is just enough to send him over the edge.

in the end, he’s left with a satisfied smile. laughing and chuckling while struggling to breathe, his walls aching and not sure if he wants more or to just stop moving for as long as he can.

one thing’s for sure though,

he’s completely forgotten that his shorts are torn apart.

#q #plattered writings #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #sub scaramouche #sub!scara #genshin x reader smut #scaramouche x reader #sub scara #dom reader #dom!reader

[xhanelia]

I’ve discovered your blog and it’s single handedly feeding my current valorant obsession, I love your writing so much. With that said, could I please request a some fluffy confession scenes with Sova or possibly Chamber? Thank you so much!

I will abandon this page istg i hate tumblr but this is a request i can write in one go so here i am at 00:43. Lets see when i'll finish it. (Im done and its 03:00)

<<<The reader is another agent in the protocol in this fic. Sova part is GN and Chamber part is female reader. >>>

Hope you like it! And thank you sm!!

Confession headcannons with Sova and Chamber

He is the hollywood star of hiding emotions and pressing them in so no one can tell what he really feels or who is the person he has eyes on. Exept himself ofcourse.

He is not some kind of "i'll built up my emotions inside so i wont hurt anyone" kind of person. He knows he shouldnt hide them too long or it can cause damage. He talks about his problems to Brim like everybody does. But not love, ofcourse.

He thinks that he shouldnt feel like this to a coworker. Not that there isnt any couples in the HQ. There is Raze and KJ and he knows that Brim allows it.

He is probably scared of you rejecting him. If so, there will be a moody aura between whenever you two need to team up for a mission. He cannot allow that. That will effect both of your morals and the performance.

But every second he is not speaking about his feelings is like a torture to him. Like all of his energy is drawn out of him when he returns from a mission or just from trainings.

Spending his day at his room, not practising archery, not having conversations much often, sitting in the plane and looking out of the window while going to a mission rather than giving courage to people is not like him. Something is bothering him. Clearly.

You went to sit next to him. He immediately turned his head to you. "Did something happened?" He asked.

"I should be the one asking you that." You said. He stared at you for a good 15 seconds.

"Lets have this conversation after the mission." He suggested with the pressure of his own feelings. It was getting too much for him to handle. You did not pressed on it. The mission was a short one after all. Everyone did good and went back to the HQ with the same plane.

He immediately regret his choice of words when you stood infront of him when he tried to get out of the plane. He was planning to found an excuse but he didnt had the time to think about that.

"Umm..." he said trying to get some time to think. You lift a brow, implying that you both know why you are in his way.

"Lets talk about it when no one is around, shall we?" He said while bending over you a little.

"There is no one around, Sasha. You took unexpectedly long to leave the plane." You said. You were not letting him escape again.

He sighed. Looking around, really no one was left at the landing field. He grabbed your arm and getting you two both out of the plane. The sky was open and orange with the sunset of the beautiful winter.

He held both of your hands. You could feel the shake of them. It was ironic that the sniper of the protocol's hands was shaking that easily before you.

"You dont have to say anything, its better if we pretend that i said nothing, but..." you tilted your head and frown at the words. "I am in love with you." He says.

He is too scared to look you in the eyes or hear the words that will come out of your mouth so he continues to speak.

"I was too scared that our friendship will never be the same after my confession so i kept this feelings inside but they didnt stop growing. I felt like i was drowning and couldnt hide it anymore. I am sorry if i ruined our friendship and-"

He stopped after hearing your laugh. Did he said something stupid? Was this so childish for him to do? Why were you laughing?

"You were hiding this from me? For how long?" You said. He got confused. "Uhh... for... over 4 or 5 months?" He said, unsure about when he got this crush over you.

"You should have told me from the start silly. I like you too!" As you said, his eyes lit up with the happiness. Holding your hands tighter, he asked. "Really? Are you real? You are not saying that because you dont want me to feel bad, do you?"

With your head shake as a no, he hugs you while both of you laugh with joy. And there goes your first kiss with him. Under the orange sky with the blow of an air like a celebration of the nature for both of you.

Mhm. We all know this man aint hiding nothing. He shall show you and everyone that he has eyes on you so that nobody can steal you from him untill he officialy takes you out.

Yea i feel like he would take you out to an extra expensive restaurant to confess, even the offer itself looks like the confession already.

"Chamber, you really dont have to." You say while hanging the vandal back to its place. Training was over and the french man knew your schedule from head to toe. It was impossible for him to miss any of your free times.

"Please, the randevu was made from weeks ago. Plus, if it isnt going to be you then who is it?" He says while giving you the card of the restaurant. On the card, it was written the place of the restaurant (i will die from this stuffy nose istg i cannot write) with the date and time of the randevu with his fancy handwriting.

You gave a smile to him. Not often you got this kind of... um... take outs? (I forgor the word in english) He was generous to offer you this. Altough it was clear why he did this.

You contact Brim to clear that day but he said that Chamber did it for you. Then you discover that nearly everyone knows about the "take out" that you guys will have.

"O. M. G. You know that he will confess you that night, right?" Jett said while cutting cucumbers to put on her eyes but Phoenix eats them trying not to get caught. The girls night is getting little heavy on you. (Pho is one of the girls idc.)

"Yea, yea, i know. Who doesnt." You said while rolling your eyes. Trying to not pop the conversation much.

"I mean, i didnt got a confession in a fancy restaurant." KJ said while looking at Raze. Who has no idea whats going on.

"Well, im okay if he wants to do it this way but im not sure if i'll fit in that kind of atmosphere. Everyone and everything is so expensive. You know." You said while shaking your shoulders.

"Are you kidding me? That french has his eyes on you. You think he will matter if you fit in or not?" Neon lifts the cucumbers from her eyes and looks at you from the couch. You lift your hands sideways as to tell you dont know.

"We will make you fit." Phoenix says with excitement. "What is the date?" He asks while everyone awaits the answer from you.

Eventually, the date comes. Everyone you gave the date is more excited than you. Preparing your dress, makeup and everything like its a doll dressing game.

When it comes to Chamber, he was ready more than ever. It was like classic Chamber yet so different. He had his 'special occasion suit' on him and a smug smile on his face. He offers you his arm and you take it.

(You go to the restaurant but its getting too late and i need some sleep so imma skip that part.)

"So..." he says while you both sit face to face, eating dinner. He had studied this for over how many times and yet he is still nervous. You turned your look at him and raise a brow.

"We both know why we are here, Vincent. I like you too. You dont have to give me a whole speech." You said. Drinking some of the wine to cover your face and overexcitement.

He laughs at your boldness. "Its open like a book, isnt it?" He looks straight into your eyes. You feel like they could pierce through you. "Thats my girl. Bold and smart as always" He says. "You dont need a brain to see that you have eyes on me." It was your time to laugh.

He looks at you with that stupid smirk on his face. Like he truly fell in love if you. "I love you." He says. Giving up on the talk he had prepared. He felt like it was the only thing he needed to say.

Even if that three words was the only thing he said, they made your heartbeat race up immediately. With a giggle, you hold his hand that is on the table. "I love you." You said. The only thing he said and the only thing he needed to hear from you was the same nontheless.

#valorant #headcanon #sova #sova valorant #valorant sova #sova headcannons #sova x reader #valorant x reader #chamber #chamber valorant #chamber x reader #chamber headcannons

[iisowks]

bbg….imagine-teen mommy! reader who works with PM dazai and through a LOT of drama he finds out he’s the father (drama💗) you decide the rest~ or!! Another idea!! Idea no 2; chuuya finds out its dazais kid. ((Smut or no smut idk))

PM! Dazai… and chuuya x Pregnant teen! Reader

Warnings: it can be a trigger for some people, mentions of suicide, mention of alcohol, mention of sex, suggestive but not smut detailed, it ends bad so yeah, and kind of cheating too.

Note: Heyyy so i don’t know what i did so i just did an like PLUS CHUUYA or sum but i guess it’s ok even tho i hated :3, but i really hope you like! and yes i think i’ll do an part two where Y/N finds him when they’re adults!

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you joined the mafia very young but already a teenager, you don't actually like to be there but you had no choice or where to go. When you joined you didn't want to be with anyone and you didn't actually wanted to have friends, but two teenagers around your age did NOT leave you alone, and you enjoyed it after some time! you felt less lonely.

but then things got complicated. After some time, you catched yourself attracted to Dazai, even though you knew he wasn't the best person to be with, and you denied for a long time until one day Dazai was at your door, drunk.

“heyyy Y/N, i missed you!” dazai said with a messy voice… “Dazai, what the fuck? it 's 2 AM!” you said quite angry at him, but you took him in and gave him water, trying to make him sober, “Dazai, you really shouldn't be drinking that much.” you said worried about him, after all you guys were just teenagers. “and what? were all fucked up, it wont change anything! That's why I came here, I want to experience something before I die and you can help me with that, darling.”

you knew what was he talking about even tho your thoughts are saying not to do it because youre a fucking teenager, you wanted to. “Dazai, i don’t think we should-” “shut up.” right after that he kissed you… and you didn't stop him, i mean, who would 🧍‍♀️

Well you guys had sex, and you didn't know how to react at first… when you woke up he was gone, and that confused you, but you still wanted to talk to him.

After some time you guys became very close and sex became something normal for you two, until one day you two argued about something very silly but you were so done with him that you just walked away just like he did!

well you were walking through the city when you had the thought of drinking something, and since you were from mafia, almost no one questioned your age.

Well it was your first time drinking so you didnt knew what to ask for thats when you saw your friend Chuuya, “Chuuya! hi!” you said happy to see someone you could talk to. “oh, Y/N…” Chuuya said quite… normal? “do you mind helping me? i dont know what do drink…” “its your first time drinking alcohol?”

the night passed really fast, it was already like 1 AM and you and Chuuya were definetly drunk, “hey Chuu, can we have sex?” Chuuya frozed “huh? i thought you were with that morron” “well im not dating him!” Chuuya hesitated, but he was too drunk to have filter. “i… i guess then it’s okay?” you kissed him almost immediatly, you needed that because you were still feeling bad because of Dazai… and you know he probably did the same and that fucking hurted you.

well you woke up in your bed but no Chuuya, so you thought ‘oh thank god it was dream haha’ until you saw a note of Chuuya saying he should have stayed until you woked up but he didnt want to make you uncomfortable, in that moment you thought of suicide.

You simply pretended that nothing happened and prayed for Chuuya to do that too. Well you ignored everyone in the mafia for 2 weeks, until one day you just didn't feel well and runned away from mafia because mori would never let you go earlier, well you had your suspicions you were pregnant and you were going to do the test anyway.

When the test was positive you panicked, you were 16 and now pregnant?! you just wanted to die, but now you had to discover who’s the dad, and you don’t think Dazai would be happy with something like this. You were scared, but you thought it was better to let Chuuya know, since he was the last person you had a sexual relation.

You used protection with both. so one of them just didn’t work or something, you couldn’t think about any other reason but now the problem is not even that, is that you were pregnant with one of those man’s baby.

Well, Chuuya’s reaction was kind of… not good, and you understand that since you both were teenagers and definitely not ready to have a baby, but you also told him that could be Dazai, in the end he just accompanied you to do the test to see who is the father of the baby.

Well, now you have to wait, both of you, because Dazai has no clue what is happening and he probably thinks you still hate him. You were almost dying to know who the father was but part of you didn’t want to be Dazai because you don’t know how he would react.

A call, the attendant started to talk… after a time you just asked for her to say who was, when she said, you hung up and started crying immediately.

“Chuuya, thank you for the help, but i have to tranquilize you. You are not the father.” Chuuya was incredibly silent. “Be careful, Y/N.” That's all he said.

You lefted immediately to look for Dazai, you tried all the places you could, he was in none of them.

“Mori, hello.” It was your last chance. “Y/N, can i know why you are here after disappearing for 4 weeks?” “I just wanted to ask you if you know where Dazai is.” “Dazai is no longer a part of the mafia, miss Y/N.” “what?..” “he lefted.”

You ran. You ran the fastest that you could… you hated him, you hated him so much even though he doesn't even know you’re carrying his baby.

I guess until you meet him again.

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#bungou stray dogs #x reader #bsd x reader #dazai osamu #chuuya x reader #light angst #dazai x reader #bsd #iisowks

[nikolais-eyepatch]

THIS TOOK SO LONGGG IM SORRY U GUYS BUT I KINDA LIKE THIS SHOULD I MAKE A PT 2??? <333 YOU GUYS PLS READ THIS I THINK THIS MIGHT BE MY BEST WORKSSS!! also thing is i had dazai in mind for this but then i thought that it might be ooc so the character can be anyone!!

warnings : murder, stalking, suggestive writing, two psychos in love <33 (i do not condone these actions outside of fanfiction)

word count : 3.291K

(credit to @tookio for the dividers throughout the story!! lace one!! )

In the dimly lit streets of the city, where shadows, secrets, whispers and crime had all intertwined. You would have never ever even thought about the fact that you would have met him. Handsome was an understandment, but beneath all that charisma lies a man that you had met that fateful night.

You had simply seen him...everywhere. he was quiet the talk. his name was well-known. but by each passing day the paranoia increased. you had seen his smile, it was so perfect. god even you had a slight crush on the man, who wouldn't?

just like everyone else you had fantasies too, i mean his skin was so smooth...it'd be a perfect addition to you're collection. Out of everyone you had seen he simply had this charm you've never even noticed in others. why not indulge yourself in these weird fantasies? i mean sure you wouldn't be acting them out, so what harm right!

As a detective it was normal for you to get off work late, helping others and solving crimes. The pay was quite good in honesty, that's the only reason you sticked around.

nothing really interested you when you think about it, from a young age everything was all, blank. You really couldn't give a shit about anyone. You were only doing your job.

So when you stumbled across him as you entered the alley and heard the sound of something gushing, was that the sound of... stabbing? You never had thought you would've found him. murdering the man who had asked for your hand, you wouldn't blame him. he was an nuisance.

in the dim lights the eye contact between you two was tense, until you had sighed and raised an eyebrow as the words stumbled out.

"you seem like a busy man tonight, sir." you say unbothered at the sight as you continue observing him, he was wet with blood, obviously, you note. the smell was unbearable, so was the sight...he really did a number on him.

his eyes twinkle with amusement, a devilish smirk playing upon his lips. "Indeed, I am. But fear not, dear detective, I hold no ill intentions toward you." His voice was smooth as he reassured you.

you simply stare at him confused as you decide to do what's best, "That's...fine by me, sir. Have a good night dear stranger." you brush off as you wave goodbye to him and continue your merry way back home.

you weren't bothered...? oh how happy he was! with a grin spread across his face reaching his ears he watched you turn the other way and walk away. thank god! He had his eyes on you for sososo long!! You never knew how much he had wanted to possess you, to claim her as his own, even if it meant succumbing to the darkest corners of his soul! You saw him murder...yet you didn't even react? you could have done anything! gone to the police- ran away- or even decide to do something since you yourself were a detective! but no! you didn't! this means something right? you kept his secret! he knows you will! who else would you tell? this is perfect...that means you agree to be his! i mean c'mon- you didn't even care! he confirms your the one- only one!!! such a Fateful night, gosh!!

your figure gets smaller and smaller as he watched you with a giddy attitude, forgetting all about the body just by his foot...he had wanted to court you...he couldn't have that could he? he did this for you! and you didn't even care much about him! your the perfect one!!!

he always had a yearning to understand his soulmate...who dares to walk the same path as him yet stands on opposite sides of the moral divider. now? he's gotten his answer

As the days passed, the memory of him lingered in your thoughts, a persistent thorn in his otherwise impenetrable psyche. Intrigued by his motives and everything, you had found yourself drawn to his presence, craving the thrill of her company...this was bad.

One night you had no idea how it had happened. some bitch had been getting on your nerves. next second you find yourself in the same alleyway you and that man had met, as you continue stabbing the woman, her face was disformed, her organs were showing as the blood spurted out, god...it felt so right. The greed taking over as you took advantage of her drunk-like state. If her face wasn't disformed from the amount of struggle she put in, maybe you would have used her skin to experiment.

you now see why killing was such a thrill, simply from hearing it from others at your work, to looking for clues, even going to crime scenes and asking witnesses, to reading such books at night before bed, and witnessing that man do a gruesome sin so casually?? you had given up. all the pent up amount of anger and frustration showing up as you showed no mercy to the woman under you and you continue making the same motion.

up, down, squelch, up. up, squelch, down, up. up, squelch, down, actions that were considered psychotic and you were against all going down the drain- you were a detective goddammit! why was this happening?? god you just-

you stop all actions as your moments falter at the sound of footsteps. turning your head to the direction you found him, standing there with a smirk.

you chuckle and soften your eyes as you say "dear stranger, we meet again." you say as you observe him, this time it was you who was covered in blood, him a witness to your deepest desires.

he had always questioned whether his feelings towards you were love or obsession....whether you'd get to live or die was depended on what he had thought of you. yet, seeing you in this light made him question his own motives.

"Once again, fate brings us together," he murmured, his voice cold yet amused. "I see our paths are destined to cross repeatedly." From the corner of his eye, he noticed your hand gripping the weapon tightly, a mask of determination etched onto her face. "What brings you here, my dear detective?" He asked, curiosity mingled with a slight bit of excitement.

"ah business, my dear stranger." you commented as you eye him up and down, you didn't really know if it was in attraction or disgust really, everything was too foggy in your brain.

rights confused with wrongs, left and rights, north and south, west and east, god it was such a ecstatic feeling!

a faint smirk graced his lips as he studied his dear, the veneer of his composure never faltering. "Business, you say?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow. "And what kind of 'business' requires the taking of a life?" His gaze shifted to the dead woman on the ground.

you were like him!!! he was so happy!! imagine the dates you could have since you and him were alike!! he wonders if you'll kill for him too as he has for you, his dear spouse!!!

"The usual, now we've both caught each other doing this act of....sin haven't we?" you say warning reminding him oh his own crimes as you cautiously look at him for any reactions as you clutch your knife suspicious at his motive.

The gleam in his eyes intensified, acknowledging the truth in your statement. He let out a soft chuckle, a sinister sound that echoed through the alleyway. "so it seems we share a common bond, after all. you and I, the hunter's. It is a curious coincidence, indeed." Pausing briefly, he continued, "But our roles do not define us, my dear detective. Shall we exchange confessions, or shall we continue our separate journeys?" he asked with a smirk.

god you don't get it!! he's so nervous! he's itching to hold you! please say yes! he'll actually die and drag you with him if you say no!!

after a few moments of silence you break it with a simple, "Shall we have dinner at mine?" you ask as you tilt my head in curiosity of his response.

he raised an eyebrow at the unexpected invitation, but there was no denying the allure of its audacity. There was something about you that piqued his interest, a challenge he couldn't resist. "An intriguing proposition, detective," he replied, his voice smooth as silk. "I accept, under one condition. We shall share our darkest secrets over dinner, and I believe that you have tales worth hearing." With slow steps he walked towards you.

you have no idea what you do to him, your so perfect...he cant believe he had forgotten the ring at home. he'll make it up though, perhaps a night together? Would you enjoy that?

he walks towards you not to startle you as you stay put and clutch the knife by your side, once he reaches you he gently takes the knife out of your hand and holds it by his side,a small gesture to make sure you wouldn't stab him or the woman anymore. Speaking of, he continues observes the woman below the two. he knows your not dumb enough to leave evidence due to your experience, so he leaves it at that.

you speak up continuing the eye contact as you admit, "I don't have much stories, i can assure you that. This is my other darkest secret. The art of killing is quite fascinating, no? The motives, blood, shrill, everything." you sigh out in relief.

Oh? Quite amusing, no?

as you spoke, he observed you closely, noting the dreamy quality in your voice. There was a certain thrill in her words, a shared understanding that surprised him. "The art of killing..." he mused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "It is indeed a fascinating dance, a deadly waltz between life and death. But it is not merely the violence that captivates me; it is the web of motivations that drive individuals to such extremes. Tell me, what fuels your passion for it?" He asked, genuinely interested in her answer. he himself personally knew that beneath the surface of any killer, layered a story untold.

"My story..? I apologize but i'm not that quite fascinating. i simply wanted to feel the thrill and joy, i suppose that's what makes us different. Now dear stranger, care to have dinner with me tonight?" you remind him of the pervious offer as you start to get slightly impatient at the questions.

he nodded, accepting the change in direction of the conversation. "Very well, detective. Your reasons for your actions may not be as elaborate as mine, but they are yours nonetheless." he paused for a moment, considering her proposal. "Yes, I accept your invitation. Tonight it is." A sly smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, the anticipation of their meeting building within him. "Perhaps over dinner, we will uncover more about each other's motivations and the shadows that shape us." he says that more as a promise as the gaze in his eyes are tender yet filled with a look that makes you shiver...surprisingly.

you offer a hand for him, taking the offered hand, he felt the cool body temperature compared to his warmth.

His eyes flickered with surprise, but he hid it well. "You leave no trace, do you?" he remarked, his tone neutral. "a wise precaution, one that I respect." Turning to face you, he wrapped his free arm around her shoulders, guiding her through the dimly lit alleyway. "Now, let us embark on this adventure you speak of. to uncover the shadows that shape us, we must first delve into the darkness that binds us."

his arm slides down her shoulder and instead their fingers entwined, the two walked side by side, an unlikely duo drawn together like magnets...

"your skin is so smooth, i'd gladly use it as a use for my future experiment, but for now i shall continue doing research." you note to him as you walk hand in hand to your apartment, a new unlikely bond forming.

he smiles as he stays quiet as he observes you take out your keys, unlock the said door to your apartment, and let him go in first, he does so as he steps in a couple of steps as he comments "Your home reflects your nature, detective. Cluttered yet organized, a testament to your duality."

you lock the door as you step in with him and guide him to the small table, oddly enough you had two chairs across from each other with a small round table in between.

he sits as you gesture for him to sit as his eyes simply watch you, never taking them off you or your figure...this is a dream come true for him, dear. you have no idea of all the nights he's thought about this, a fantasy now a reality.

you start by assuring him "I don't plan on having your head, rest assure my dear. I simply wish to enjoy the warmth of a dinner."

he gets even more ecstatic but doesn't let it show as his lips quirk into a small smile.

"Warmth, indeed. An appropriate word for the evening, don't you think?" he comments as he puts his cheek in his palm which is resting on the table as he tilts his head and continues smiling at you.

warmth, warmth?

in the small moments of chatting and such while you prepare dinner for two as he observes you continue talking about exchanged stories- tales of their past, their motivations, and the darkness that haunted them.

you set down the plates on his and your side as you sit in your chair and begin eating, silence overtakes the two as you continue enjoying the warmth of another person and the food which isn't as bad as the one's from the other days.

you start by saying "now when we first met, did you know the man you had killed my dear? He was planning on courting me the next day...but you had killed him" you say wiping your lips with a napkin to ensure you didn't look improper infront of your new guest.

his moments falter then he hides it with a smirk as his gaze locking onto you. "a twist of fate, then," he said quietly, setting down the fork for a moment to take a sip of the water. "Your intended suitor, replaced by an unexpected encounter with me. A interesting meeting that led us here, sharing a meal and confessions. Quite poetic, don't you think?" He resumed eating, his expression the same. "yet, I wonder, why did you not reciprocate his feelings towards you? Was there something about him that displeased you?"

he asked, curious about her feelings toward the man he had intentionally kiled yet he masks it up with curiosity wanting to know more about his dear,

"He simply...wouldn't approve of my ideals." you say as you shrug your shoulders as you put down your fork and admire the man across from you, the lighting right above the table highlighting his features, his eyes downwards as he focuses on eating, his face looking charming as ever, and him.

he meets your eyes as he then says "Ideals are a tricky thing, aren't they? They can either bring people together or tear them apart. And in this case, it seems like your ideals kept you from that fateful engagement." He pondered for a moment, then added, "Tell me more about these ideals, detective. What drives you to walk this dark path?" He wanted to understand you better, to unravel the threads that made you...you!!

As they continued their meal, the conversation flowed effortlessly, each revelation painting a clearer picture of his dear sitting across from him.

with questions unanswered from your side, you get up as you collect both your and his empty dishes as you walk to the sink and rinse the plates with water before putting soap on a sponge and getting to work.

he watched you move gracefully about the kitchen, a mix of admiration and amusement playing across his features. "You have a peculiar charm, detective. one cannot help but be drawn in by you." He mused, leaning back in his chair. "but I must ask, will you always be the hunter, or do you ever allow yourself to be hunted?" His question was gentle, yet persistent, encouraging you to reveal another factor about your life.

you decide to indulge in his charm as you answer "i can be anything you want, my dear," you say as you continue scrubbing the dishes not bothering to turn back and look at him as you continue your work.

his eyes never move off your figure as he starts by saying "perhaps...there is more to discover within each other than just our dark interests, dearest."

He stood up, crossing the room to stand behind her. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he whispered softly into her ear, "And what of your fantasies, detective? Do share them with me, and I promise to fulfill them." His breath tickled her neck, a gentle reminder of his presence. The tension in the air thickened, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

you simply cherish his warmth compared to your coldness as you hum a tone enjoying the temporary- no forever moments between you two.

after a short while you say "our night that day i suppose was a fateful night, no?" you say moving for a bit turning off the faucet and then setting the plates. Afterword's, drying your hands then meeting his body against yours as you put your arms around his neck with a playful smirk.

he returned her smile, his own smirk matching her playfulness. "Yes, indeed, a fateful night-" he agreed yet interrupting himself, leaning in instead to brush a soft kiss against her lips. the kiss was a small one, simply enjoying the softness against lips as you seal an invisible oath.

he continues on "-One that will echo through our dreams and shape our reality. Your hands are clean now, but I fear, my dear detective, I may never wash off the stains of our shared past." He pulled her close, as if that was even possible as he and you enjoy the tenderness as his hand cups your cheek.

"in what way my dear? we have such a bond...our fondness could increase more, it'd be a shame if it went to waste." you say as you nuzzle closer to his hand on your cheek.

" I am merely a shadow, a whisper in the wind that brings forth change," he then plants a soft kiss at the softness of your neck below you jaw as he continues, "but for you? my dear, call me whatever you wish for tonight, i am yours just as if you are mine."

Their embrace lingered, filled with unspoken promises and desires. The air between them crackled with anticipation, a silent agreement to explore the boundaries of themselves to the fullest for eternity.

"care to spend the night, dear?" you ask, a simple question yet very obvious intentions.

knowing the answer yet he considered your invitation, his eyes never leaving yours. "I accept, under one condition: You allow me to learn everything about you, and share with me your deepest secrets." He whispered, his tone low and seductive. "only then can we truly merge our shadows, becoming one in the dance of darkness." His fingers tightened subtly, pulling her closer still despite the closeness.

"Then afterwords...do we forget about everything we had tonight? Or maybe...are you thinking of something else dear?" You ask hopefully as you push a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"Such forgetfulness does have its merits, but it would be foolish to discard the memories we create. Instead, let's keep them locked away in our hearts, to be revisited only for us." He leaned in, brushing his lips with yours as he continues holding your cheek tenderly.

This was more than mere attraction; it was a bond born of shared darkness and mutual understanding. He knew that this encounter would leave an indelible mark on them both, and he welcomed it. Their passion grew, fueled by secrets and desires, until they succumbed to the pull of the night, surrendering to the whims of fate and their own twisted dreams.

OMG YOU GUYS THIS IS ACC NOT BAD??!!! WOW IM BACK U GUYSS <3333

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[themultifandomgal]

Shelby Sister- I Didn’t Know

Last night I started to get these funny aches and pains in my stomach. Putting it down to my monthly arriving I ignored them after getting myself a hot water bottle and went to sleep. However I woke up about 3am in the worst pain I've ever experienced. These period pains are truly something else. Groaning I get out of bed and make my way done to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea hoping to ease the pain.

7am rolls around and I'm in agony. Aunt Polly and Tommy are now up and wondering what to do. Polly has tried everything she can think of to help with the pains, but nothing is working and the pains are just getting worse

"That's it's I'm ringing a doctor. This isn't normal"

"Yeah ok" Polly breathes out giving in, also so confused to why my pains are so bad this month. Tears are falling down my face

"Aunt Poll an I dying?" I ask

"No. Tommys going to ring the best doctor he can to come over and give you a check up"

"Poll I'm scared"

"I know, but you don't need to be, everything's going to be ok"

Within 30 minutes a doctor has arrived and had been checking me over

"Ok there's one last thing I want to check" he says taking our stethoscope

"You've already listed to her heartbeat" Tommy frowns in confusion, but the doctor proceeds to place his stethoscope on my stomach

"Aunt Poll what's he.."

"Shh" the doctor says as he listens "unbelievable. This is so rare. I've never seen this happen before"

"What? Am I dying?"

"No, your in active labour"

"I'm what?"

"She's what?" Aunt Polly, Tommy and I say all at the same time

"You had no idea you were pregnant?" The doctor asked

"I.. no. I had my monthly every month on time"

"Have you wet yourself yet?"

"Pardon?"

"He's asking if your waters have broken, but you will have wet yourself since you wouldn't have had any warning of it happening"

"No"

"Well then I think we should get you up on your feet and walking about. That should help"

"Who did this?" Tommy asks

"What?"

"Who got you pregnant. I'll fucking kill em"

"No you will not. Unless that is you were forced"

"No he was sweet, promise"

"Who..."

"Tommy let's do this later yeah? Go and ring the others let them know whats going on"

After walking around the house and my waters breaking, I was checked over and now it's time to push. Polly holds my hand while the doctor is at the other end. My brothers are all at the pup trying to figure out who the father is

"Ok next wave I need you to push"

"I can't"

"Yes you can. You can do this YN"

"I'm not ready to be a mum"

"Nobody ever is, but you heard the doctor when you feel that wave of pain you push as hard as you can" the wave of pain hits me and I push like Polly said

"Ok good. I need another big one like that ok?" the doctor says earning a nod from me. This goes on for a while until Im finally holding my baby I'm my arms. A little boy

"It's Isaiah's isn't it?" Polly sighs. I nod my head. We had been secretly courting each other for the last year now

"Toms gonna kill 'im Poll" I say worriedly

"No he's not”

Everyone's going to hate me now. Im an unmarried woman with a baby. People are racist Poll they're going to hate us all"

"Who cares what people think. I'm going to find Isaiah and bring him here to meet his son and I'm going to stop your brothers from drinking themselves silly"

Isaiah came over to meet his son, while Polly does damage control with my brothers. When they come over they are a lot calmer that I expect them to be. I guess Aunt Polly can me very scary when she wants to be

"So what's little lads name?" Arthur asks through gritted teeth

"Walter Shelby Jesus" I smile looking down at the newborn

"I'll ask Esme where the kids old clothes are"

"Thanks John" I give him a little smile

"So when's the wedding?" Tommy asks

"Tommy not now" Polly scolds shaking her head "let them be for now. Right come on let's leave them alone"

"That's how they go into this mess" Arthur mumbles

"Out now. Come on" Polly usurers everyone out of the room leaving Isaiah and I to fall in love with our baby.

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[sirensvcubus]

Season 5 Daryl

-Last Time

: Y/Ns been in the group since the very beginning, with everyone. She and Daryl bonded looking for Sophia and became close friends but nothing more until one night after a game made up by the group.

Daryl x Y/N

Season 5/ Alexandria

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After a long day on the road hunting and scavenging with our small group, (Rick,Glen, Maggie, Michonne, Carol, and Daryl) sit and male a fire before going back to Alexandria.

“Not much but it’ll do.” Rick said putting another log on.

“Im glad we all got to go out together, Im still not so sure I trust these people in Alexandria.” Carol said.

“Seem pretty docile to me,” Maggie said.

“They haven’t been out there, seen the things we have, who knows how long it will last,” Rick said sitting down on a log beside Carol.

“What should we do until these squirrels cook up.” Daryl said.

“I thought of a game.” Y/N said with a small smile, “Called last time.”

“Your just a beacon of hope aint you” Daryl said chuckling.

“Sounds pretty fitting for the situation, good apocalypse game.”

“Last time and then you say something you haven’t done in a while, like last time I had Pizza… I don’t know something stupid like that.” You said.

“Carl had some with the other kids the other day.” Rick said.

“Anyone else get in on that action.” Michonne said smiling. Nobody replied.

“We got scammed.” Maggie said laughing.

“Last time I had whiskey.” Rick said

“Ew” you replied, “once on my 21 birthday, wasn’t good” Everyone laughed,

“More refined taste I guess.” Rick said smiling.

“Me and Glenn got some on a run, bottle didn’t last long.” We chuckled

“Last time we had sex.” Michonne said.

“Oooh good one,” Carol said.

“Long time ago” Carol smiled.

“About a year ago” Michonne said.

“A few months” Rick added.

“A long long time ago, about three years, how far are we into this damn apocalypse anyway.”

“Almost three years, feels like more time has past.” You said.

“Three years for me too, god I miss it.” You said chuckling.

“Last week” Glen said smirking.

Maggie added “ a few days ago…hahahha got you,” she said looking at Glen “same for me about a week” She continued.

We continued on until the squirrels were done roasting, and made are way back to Alexandria chewing them of sticks causing a few weird glances.

Everyone had dispersed from the one house they slept in the first few nights there, but still some lingered there not completely feeling safe just yet. Rick, Carl, Judith, Michonne, Daryl, Sasha, Carol, and Tara still all slept in the biggest house. Some having there own rooms like Y/N, Daryl, Rick, and Michonne, some sharing, like Sash and Carol, and Judith and Carl. Tara sprawled out on the couch. We all stayed up talking but eventually went to our corners of the house.

You went into your room feeling happy and safe because the comfy bed waiting for you and the fun night you had with the group. But still something felt..incomplete. You were lonely surrounded by people. Thinking back to the game you knew why. It had been three years you missed being touched, and just loved.

You had always had feelings for Daryl, I mean look at his arms, you yearned for him, but out on the road it wasn’t a time to start a confusing relationship; Maybe now is you thought…no no I should just go to bed. You plopped down on the bed tossing and turning unable to sleep.

You hesitantly got up and thought a minute before walking to the door. As you opened it Daryl was right outside. You took a breath and looked at eachother for a minute. Before you knew he lunged at you holding your head into his. You vicously made out and he slammed you against the wall as you kicked the door shut.

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[bluxb3rry]

❝𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬!❞↳෴੭˚ ༘♡·˚₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 💙

Felix x male reader!

he/him pronouns! English is not my frist language!

More "has a lots of tattoos x doesn't have any tattoos" oneshot :D

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Felix Lee always liked to bake sweet things for his class, at frist he did it only for his friends, but then all the class liked his baking. So is just a normal thing at this point.

Right now is walking with a food container full with brownies, his class favorite thig from all his baking. While he was walking to his class he notices how there were more people looking at his class then normal, confused he got close to the one he knew the most.

-Jeongin?-the named looked at him

-oh, Hyung-

-"Oh"? what's going on?-he asked still confused

-um, theres a new guy in you'r class-

-so?-

-look-he grabed him and put him more close to the door, so he could look inside.

It was just a normal guy, just some tattoos and pirecings, he wasn't able to look well but some tattoos showed in the neck of the boy, also some i his hands and fingers, he seemed to have a snake bite type of piercing, and some others, and maybe some combinatios in his ears. But to be honest nothing else.

He looked at his friend

-still not know what are you talking about-

-It's y/n!-

-wHAT-

He looked at the boy again, nah no way, yeah knew that people may change but the last time that he saw this guys was when he was 10, being the best one in maths, and just an intelligent but introvert guy.

Who is this?

-Okay out of my class-the deep voice of a professor made everyone that wasnt from there leave, and the ones who where supossed to be inside ran to their seats.

Felix was in front of him, one seat at the left.

-well, now that everyone is more calm, i would like to introduce our new classmate, Y/N L/N-

He got up from his seat, giving a slight smile.

-nice to meet you all-

Felix just looked at him weird, he really changed and he wondered why they didn't talk anymore, did something else changed beside appearance?

-well with that done, lets start class-

Felix opened his notebook, ready to take note when a paper was thrown at him, suprised he opened it

"the principal want's you to show me the school Lix"

He looked behind him, meeting with the smile of y/n, looking in front again, sighing tired again.

Long day.

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After class, and some brownies sold, the boy with tattoos got in front of him.

-Hello Lix-he said looking down at him.

-Y/N...hi-he got up from his seat, looking at him, with a slight akward silence from the rest of the class-should we get going?

-yes captain-

Felix started walking, still with the food container of brownies since he knew some of his friends were gonna ask anyway, with Y/N following behind, and him explaining very short the different places.

-Did you forgot about me?-

-huh?-he looked at him-what are you talking about?-he asked

-Well...you don't say anything about the time i was gone, can't blame you though, i didn't ask neither-he said, walking now in front of him, to the vending machine

-oh well, i didn't knew where to start, um-Felix saw how the male put a coin a selected the bottle of milk-those tattoos...when?

-some of them two years ago, some one month ago-he opened the bottle-i just liked them, the same with the piercings

-you changed...-

-maybe, im still a fucking nerd to-y/n laughed a little, resting in the wall

-not an introvert to-Felix said, resting beside him

-mmh, what makes you say that?-he asked with a smirk

-the little mosquito bite in you'r neck-he smiled

Y/n looked at his neck with his phone, not seeing anything.

-mmmh, not an introvert huh?-

-haha, look mister Lee, i may have sex, but, that doesn't mean i like going out-y/n said laughing a little bit

-if you say so-he looked at his bottle of milk-hey want some brownies?

-it has drugs in it?-

-wha-No! jesus just normal brownies..Do you-?-Felix was about to ask

-nah, i just make jokes and yes i do want some brownies please-

Felix gave him some, seeing how he ate it and drank some milk later.

-mmh good combination, thanks-

Felix looked at nothing while a comfort silence filled the air

-well, we should get going mister rebel-Felix said watching the time

-mmmmh if you say so-he trow the bottle and finished his brownie

Y/n hugged him, resting his face between his neck and schould

-you must be kidding me...-Felix protested

Yet he hugged him to.

-i missed you-

-i missed you too Lix-

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[cinnamonpinkwink]

Love Letter

Ellie Williams xfemreader

One shot

Fluff!

Synopsis:In which a girl gifts herself love letters to get the attention of her crush, until one day one lands on her desk that she didn’t put there!

AN: my first one shot, probably not my last, but I wanna start off my writing with this so that I can drop my series for Ellie!

Enjoy!!

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Cinn

The moment Ellie Williams had entered your English class, you knew you had to have her. The way her auburn hair sat nicely on her neck with her mullet styled hair made you swoon, and the way she would laugh when her friend would joke around with her.

You had tried everything to catch her attention, you pushed over your pink sparkle glitter pen on the floor so that she would pick it up, she did, but she didn’t say much, causing you to slump in your chair in annoyance.

You sprayed some vanilla and coconut perfume right before class, only for Jesse to make a snarky comment about how someone was trying to “poison” them all, causing Ellie to snicker.

There was the time where you were running in P.E and decided to pretend to have a leg cramp, to fall on the floor, only for her to run past you with not a single care in the world.

You were sick of it!

Sick of it!

“Why won’t she notice me!” You groaned to an annoyed Marisa, your best friend, who just wanted to eat her tuna salad, she rolled her eyes and patted your back with sympathy. “How about- I don’t know, talking to her?” Marisa said with a sarcastic tone, causing you to groan again.

“Marisa! You know I’m not the asker, they ask me! That’s how the world should work.” you sighed, holding your head in your hands, silence began to fill the air, although it didn’t bother you two.

That’s when an idea formed into your head, “I got it!” You stood up, causing Marisa to look at you with confusion, “love letters!” you screamed with enthusiasm, Marisa’s head nodded up and down, as if to say she was actually surprised you had thought of a good idea.

“That’s actually a good idea, giving Ellie anonymous love letters!” Shaking your head, you scoffed a bit, “wha? No! Im gonna send myself love letters, so that Ellie will notice me and realize what she’s missing.” Putting your hands on your hips, proudly smiling at your dumb founded friend.

“Oh you must be joking.” She said with a laugh, “that’ll never work, she’s never noticed you now, what makes you think she will then?” Sitting next to her you sighed, as if it was obvious. “Well, with all the love letters I’ll receive, she’ll be dying to ask me out before my- ‘anonymous secret admirer’ does.” You proudly stated.

Marisa raised an eyebrow and shrugged, “fine- but if this doesn’t work- will you please move onto the next!” You sighed, “I promise that I’ll move on if she doesn’t budge!” You nodded, although that was a total lie. Marisa sighed, knowing it was complete bullshit, “okay.”

The weekend came and went and the letters that you had made the previous nights were now placed onto your desk, right before class began. As soon as the bell rang, you had waited a bit, and as soon as you saw Ellie and Jesse go into the class, you followed behind.

Everyone eyed the desk, some were whispering how they wished it was them, and others glared… wishing it was them! Little did they know it was you who had wrote them, and Marissa licking the envelope who whined about getting a paper cut.

“Oh my god?” You gasped, trying to act as natural as you could be, sitting on your chair you opened one of the letters, showing your other friends what it said. As your friends congratulated you, from the corner of your eye you could see Ellie look at you, with an unreadable look on her face.

Days and days began to pass, and Ellie didn’t budge, you even added flowers and chocolates to spice it up a bit and yet, nothing. Besides the constant stares and side eyes from her, she still hasn’t confessed.

“This was a total waste!” You whined into Marisa’s arms, who was just about done with your stupid antics. “Well- you could still ask her out yourself..” you rolled your eyes, “no way! What if she says no- what if she laughs at me. I have to face the fact that she probably hates me.” Crossing your arms you leaned on her even more.

“I guess it’s time to move on I guess.” Marisa said, she hated seeing her best friend upset over someone, especially Ellie, she had no idea why you were even interested in her in the first place. “Guess so.” You said bitterly.

The next day you didn’t bother to put any letters, you couldn’t think of anything spectacular to write anyways. Trudging into the class, one singular letter laid on your desk. Raising an eyebrow you lifted it up, confused as you didn’t write one the night before.

“Seems like your secret admirer is toning down to one letter today.” Jessica, an annoying girl who was jealous of you snarked, you rolled your eyes and flipped your hair, “how bout you worry about what Tom was doing Saturday night.” You spat, causing Jessica to grunt in annoyance, turning back to face the front.

You looked at the note, it wasn’t in your ‘admirers’ handwriting and it certainly wasn’t Marisa’s, opening it you silently gasped at what you had opened. It was a small drawing of you, smiling, and it was perfectly detailed too, the bow in your hair, and the way your eyes closed as you do when you were laughing.

You looked at the back to only see something small written.

“I hope you like it.”

-secret admirer.

You blinked, before you can look around, your English teacher walked in handing out the big test that he had talked about for weeks.

Lunch had finally come around, and you sat with Marisa who was looking at the drawing in amazement, “damn. Whoever drew this must be in love with you- it’s so detailed….” She said with wide eyes, “do you know anyone who draws?” She asked, setting it back into the envelope, in which you shook your head.

“Hmm.” The both of you said in harmony, then Marisa snapped her fingers, “I got it! There’s an art wall, we can run and check to see if anyone has a similar style!” Your eyes widen, gripping Marisa’s shoulders, “you are a genius!” You shouted, causing people to look at you both like idiots.

“No time to waste! Let’s go find your true love.” She said as we began to rush to the art hall, worry began to form in you, what if it wasn’t who you wanted it to be, you didn’t know if Ellie even drew.

The two of you held up the drawing, hoping to find the culprit, only to come out empty handed. “Who the hell drew this?” You kicked the air, you were seriously getting irritated, Marisa could only say a small sorry before heading to her next class as the lunch bell signaled that it ended.

That night you couldn’t sleep, you hated not knowing if it was Ellie who drew it, you hated it even more that it could possibly be someone else. Everything was going wrong the next morning, you couldn’t finish brushing your hair, and you had stepped onto gum as you stepped out of your mothers car.

It was turning out to be the worst day of your life, that was until you walked into English class, upset and putting your head down onto the cool desk. “Ah-“ your English teacher called your name, earning a groan in return, “could you please pass out the textbooks from the back.” He had said, ignoring your cute whining.

You stood and grabbed the textbooks, passing them out, that was until your eye landed on Ellie’s back, who was scribbling into a book. As you got closer you saw her drawing, and not just any drawing… it was you!

It was completely identical to the one your secret admirer had sent the few days before, you gasped slightly, causing her to turn and close her book quickly. You blushed and placed a textbook on her desk, not noticing the panic on the poor girls face.

You see…

Ellie had the biggest crush on you, the moment she walked into the English class and saw you sitting giggling with your friends, she knew she had to have you, but was too insecure. Ellie thought you wouldn’t notice her, let alone like her.

That one time you dropped your pen, she had snatched the pen before Conner Corns tried to get it, she tried to say something to you, but the moment your eyes locked onto hers she had slumped back into her chair without saying a word.

That time you had sprayed your perfume, Jesse had joked about you trying to poison everyone, and she did laugh, only to seem cool… but she was enthralled with it, couldn’t focus on anything the teacher was saying, all she could focus was that smell and how she wanted to get even closer.

One time in P.E everyone was running track, and you had fallen in front of her, almost falling on top of Ellie, causing the poor girl to freak out and speed as far as she could.

She tried everything to get rid of the crush she had formed on you, hated that she wasn’t good enough for you, that was until she noticed you getting love letters, mountains of it.

And oh boy.

The jealousy began to fill the poor girl up, she ranted about it everyday at lunch with Dina and Jesse, who were already sick of her and her one sided crush.

“Just ask her out.”

They would say, but they didn’t get it!

Someone as pretty and popular as you??? There was absolutely no possible way, no, it just wasn’t realistic.

One night she was tossing and turning, annoyed with the fact that you would probably date someone, even worse, date a guy. There was always a burning worry she had, she knew she had no chance, but it made her sick to her stomach thinking you probably didn’t like girls.

Sitting up annoyed she grabbed her journal, she had drew you multiple times, but she had to let her frustrations out somehow, and so she drew you, laughing, since she could never get rid of that beautiful smile out of her head.

And that’s when it hit her!

Ellie thought long and hard on what to write, and decided that the drawing was good enough, more like she was failing English and couldn’t write for shit, so she just wrote one little sentence.

Before class started, she ran and placed it onto your desk, and with a giant sigh, she waited for the reveal.

Jesse shook his head, watching his friend bite on her nails as she was nervous, he just wanted to put her out of her own misery. That was until you began to make your way into class, her heart thumped out of her chest, watching your eyes twist in confusion.

As you sat, she leaned in a bit to see your expression, she smiled a bit seeing your face light up at the drawing. Biting her lip, she wanted to ask you about what you were holding, that was until your teacher had walked in.

“You should of seen her face!” Ellie exclaimed, Dina smiled brightly, she was happy to see Ellie happier and not as moody as the days before. Jesse shook his head, “how is she supposed to know it’s from you? Did you sign it?” Ellie shook her head at her so called ‘smart friend’.

“I’ll give her another and drop a clue on who I am Jesse- duh!” Jesse laughed, causing Dina to nudge her boyfriend. “Ow! All I’m saying is all this would be solved if you just- I don’t know- ask her out?!” He exclaimed, but Dina shook her head.

“Well I think it’s romantic, I wish someone-“ glaring at Jesse, “would do something like that once in a while.” Ellie raised an eyebrow, laughing as she saw Jesse stumble on his words. Ellie began to draw more and more of you, but they weren’t coming out the way she wanted.

She watched you walk into the class, obviously upset, but the teacher didn’t care and made you get up to pass the textbooks- sadly Ellie didn’t realize you were watching her, and didn’t realize you could see her next masterpiece of you.

Hearing a small gasp, she turned to see a stunned you, making her slam her journal down, and watch as you awkwardly walk away.

“shitshitshitfuckfuckfuckfuck!”

Was all she could form in her brain.

After an excruciating long 30 minutes, class had finished, causing Ellie to quickly get up and make her way to the door, only for you to trap her.

“Hey.” You said, picking at your nails that you had just gotten done the day before. “Hi.” Was all she can mutter out, Jesse looked at his friend confused, Ellie could only shrug.

Everyone began to make their way out, even their teacher who was telling them to hurry before they were late to our next class. “I um- did you…” she held onto the letter, “Ellie?” She looked straight into her eyes, “yeah?” Ellie could feel herself heat up, and she began to sweat.

“Did your draw this?” You took out the drawing, Ellie felt like she was kicked in the gut, “no- I mean- yeah! I did… yeah, it was me.” She nervously said, scratching the back of her neck.

Your eyes lit up, “so you- are my secret admirer!” It felt like you were walking on air- the crush you had actually liked you back!

“Yes. I-“ Ellie sucked in air, ‘well it’s now or never.’ She thought to herself.

“I liked you, ever since the start of school.” She said almost in a whisper, “I didn’t know how to tell you, so I.. I did what I knew best and that was to draw you.” Ellie watched as you blinked at her in shock.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the sa-“ you cut her off with waving hands to signal that she had it all wrong, “no! I feel the same way! I mean I like you since I first saw you walk in- and I did everything to get your attention! The pen, the perfume, the fall from P.E in which I ended up scraping my knee.” You blabbered like an idiot, which lead to the other idiot to mentally slap herself for being an… you guessed it, an idiot!

Ellie couldn’t hold back her laughter, causing you to look confused, “don’t laugh at me!” You pouted, which caused the girl to calm down, “no- I… I think we’re both dumb! I noticed you all those times.” She admitted not caring that her face was as red as a tomato.

You and Ellie stared at each other once again before giggling like idiots, “so we just… could of just asked each other?” You asked, slightly annoyed she wasted time, and that Marisa was right all along.

“Guess so.” Ellie said, she bit on her lower lip, “so.. does this mean, I mean do you wanna be..” she watched as you smiled at her, “your girlfriend?” You finished her sentence. Ellie nodded like a fool, in which you laughed, “of course I would!” You wrapped your arms around the girls neck and in return she held onto your waist.

Everything was finally right, that was until Ellie spoke up again-

“Now I gotta find out who was leaving you all those love letters before me.” She jokingly warned, you opened your eyes wide, laughing a bit awkwardly.

“Haha.. Yeah..”

#ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie wiliams #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams the last of us #lgbtqia #fanfic #lgbtq #modern au #high school au #x reader #oneshot #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader

[kingshimura4872]

Don't you Remember?

A/N: Howdy howdy chitlins, how are my favorite strangers doing this fine Friday night?

Back at it with part two of whatever tf this is supposed to be. I feel like the plotline for this chapter was a bit rushed and kinda ass, but eh here we go.

Word count: 2,087

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“Ah! I take it, you’re…acquainted?” Hawks hummed, tilting his head.

   “No.” You said flatly, shooting both boys a blank stare. It sent shivers down their spine.

How were you here?

Where have you been?

Why are you back?

But the loudest question that rang through their minds was harder to answer than the rest….Why did you say that? 

Midoriya was the first to take the hint, zipping his lips quickly and taking a swift seat back at his desk. Bakugou, however, was a little slower in reacting. His face went pale, knuckles turning a brighter shade of his skin with a bit of a pink-ish hue. His teeth grit together and he glared at you.

   “Kacchan.” Midoriya’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Please.” The green haired boy whispered. His eyes held the same confusion and even a bit of fear as he waited for the blonde to respond. And what shocked everyone even more was when he complied with Midoriya’s silent request. 

Small gasps and whispers spread throughout the rest of the class as Bakugou simply looked down at his hands in his lap.

   “Ahem….Anyways, yes. This is (L/N) (Y/N) and he is from this point on, your new classmate. Be nice to him now~” Hawks coughed out, attempting to lighten the mood again.

   “We’ve already established how to act for the next week to allow him to become more comfortable with the new change.” Aizawa sighed, giving the hero a blank stare of his own.

   “Good! Well, if that’s all, then we’ll just leave ‘im in your hands, Eraser.” Hawks smiled brightly, placing a hand on your other shoulder. You simply looked ahead at nothing in particular while the adults talked.

   “Eraserhead! May we talk out in the hall for a moment?” All Might asked, turning his body towards the door.”

   “Yeah. (L/N), the empty seat is yours. I apologize for it being closer to the back, it was the best we could do to make sure everyone didn’t move around too much.” Aizawa hummed, following the large blonde out.

   “It’s fine.” You replied, allowing Hawks to walk behind you  as you made your way to the empty seat. It was in the second to last row against the wall. You sat down and held your hand out for Hawks to give you your bag, which he did with a smile.

   “You gonna be okay, kid?” He whispered, kneeling down to look at your still blank stare.”

   “Yeah.” You nodded, placing the bag down between your feet.

   “I know it’s a little different, but you got this.” He smiled, holding out a loose fist. You glanced at it, giving him a half hearted fist bump and staring down at the desk. He nodded back and stood up, ruffling your hair slightly and walking off.

   “Your teach will be back after he’s done talking. I trust you all not to act crazy while we’re all gone?” He laughed, walking up to the door. Everyone gave their own form of agreement, watching quietly as he left too.

As soon as the click of the door was heard, everyone turned to face you. You didn’t look back to face them, however. 

   “(Y/N)?” Midoriya’s voice was quiet, calming. But, you didn’t meet his gaze. When did he come up to you? You thought. “Hey…Is it really you?”

   “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You finally spoke, eyes still low. Flat. Blank. 

   “What are you-”

   “Midoriya, maybe we should just leave him alone for a bit.” Uraraka suggested. “I mean, it’s probably a lot for him to come here so suddenly. It’ll be a little hard to adjust to the change, y’know?”

   “Listen to her, Midoriya.” You mirrored, looking back at the desk again. “She seems smart.”

He was quiet for a moment, the scene of today continuing to set in deeper than before. “You never called me Midoriya.” He whispered.

   “I never called you anything.”

   “Midoriya! I humbly request you return to your seat before Aizawa-sensei returns!” Iida, a blue haired boy - the class president - Bellowed, glancing at the two of you. After another silent moment that seemed to drown the green haired boy, he compelled with a sigh. He stood up fully and sat back down at his own desk, giving Bakugou a certain look. A look only the two of them understood compared to the rest of the class.

We need to talk.

You set your bag down beside the desk in your new dorm room. Since the battle that ultimately sent All Might out of commission in hero work for good, U.A. created a handful of buildings filled with dorm rooms for the students of the school as a further safety precaution. Students were still allowed to leave the campus here and there for family events or occasionally to hang out with one another at the mall with sufficient supervision. You, however, had no such reasons to leave, so you knew this is where you’d spend most of your time from here on out. 

It was when you sat down at the small chair in front of the desk that you heard a gentle knock at your door. You sighed quietly in slight annoyance before reluctantly standing up and trudging to the door. You twisted the knob and slowly pulled the door open, only showing half of yourself to the person who’d decided to interrupt your evening.

   “Hi! You don’t know me yet, but my name’s Ashido!” It was a pink skinned girl with hair a different shade of the rosy color. Her eyes were jet black with a ring of gold for irises and she held a bright smile as well as demeanor. 

   “Okay.” You said, already bored with the conversation. She laughed a little nervously, holding her hand out. You held a sneer back, slowly taking it with your own and shaking it. “(L/N). Is that all?”

   “Oh. Sorry if I was interrupting something, but we were all planning to watch a movie tonight and wanted to invite you. It’d be rude to not include you, especially since you’re a part of the class now!” She cheered, not letting your hand go. 

Oh. They’re trying to be cordial. Ugh. You thought to yourself, biting your tongue to keep from saying anything that might be perceived as rude. 

   “Uhm…What movie is it?” You asked.

   “It’s an old movie from the eighties called Grave of the Fireflies! This month is a throwback season for us, so we’re staying in the nineties and before.”

   “Hm. When are you watching?”

   “Oh, we’re actually about to start now. We’re just getting the snacks ready before we do.”

You thought about the offer for a moment. It couldn’t hurt to get an early impression of everyone. You didn’t have anything else to do but sit in your bed and stare at the wall so after a minute of silence, you finally nodded. Ashido smiled more and giggled excitedly.

   “Awesome! Take your time to get into comfy clothes and meet us in the den. I’ll save a spot for you on the couch!” She exclaimed, skipping off.

   “I like the end.” You blurted out, peeking at her from the doorway.

   “Kay, kay!”

You closed the door, letting out another sigh. What am I even doing? You asked yourself. You assured yourself that this wouldn’t be an ongoing endeavor as you looked through the box by your closet. You weren’t given a lot to wear, but you made do with what they did gift you with. 

You picked out a plain white tee and a pair of black sweatpants. It seemed ‘comfy’ enough so to speak. You kept your socks on and put the back half of your hair up loosely, opting to keep your somewhat long bangs down. It partially hid your eyes and in your secret opinion, you liked it that way. Most people thought it was weird and stayed away from you. You preferred it that way. The further people were from you, the better. It’s why you were hesitant to walk down the hallway. You’d pushed yourself to walk out of the dorm room, but you second guessed yourself when you heard the bustling of your new class out in the common room. You gently tapped the side of your leg a few times before huffing and making your way down the hall.

   “Hey! Over here! I saved you an end seat buddy!” Ashido was the first to notice you, and her call pulled everyone’s attention to you. You kept your gaze closer to the ground as you walked over to the couch and sat down beside the girl.

   “Ooh, I love your hair! It looks so cool!” She giggled, reaching up to play with your hair. That was new. People normally didn’t like your hair. But she was so quick to start touching and playing with it that you froze.

   “Oh, uhm… Thank you.” You muttered, looking forward to the T.V. A few students said their hello’s to you and settled into their respective spots with the large conglomerate of snack foods they’d produced together. 

   “Have you ever seen this movie before?” Ashido asked, tilting her head.

You looked at her for a moment before looking down. “Once.” You admitted.

   “Awesome, then this’ll be like a memory lane trip for you!” She smiled, getting comfortable underneath a blanket with a yellow haired boy with a black lightning stripe sliding down it. You fixed your gaze to the T.V. once again, ignoring the occasional glances you got from a couple other students.

   “Wait…Where are Midoriya and Bakugou?” A girl with long black hair pondered, looking around.

   “No clue. Maybe they’re running late.”

   “Bakugou’s probably sleeping already like the old man he is.”

   “Yeah, but that still leaves Midoriya.”

   “Maybe he’s just running behind or got tired early.”

   “Maybe.”

They all continued running through scenarios, while Ashido tapped your shoulder. You looked over at her.

   “Heyyyy…Would you mind grabbing me a water bottle, please? I totally forgot it in the kitchen.” She asked, an embarrassed expression evident on her features. You hummed quietly, getting up and walking off.

   “Thank you so much~!” She hollered behind you.

   “Don’t even know why she asked me and not the guy beside her. Knows this place better than I do.” You mumbled quietly to yourself. You turned into the kitchen, stopping when you saw two figures. They were talking in hushed tones. You recognized their faces.

   “What are we supposed to do?! We can’t just sit here and bite our thumbs.”

   “I understand that, but there’s obviously something unknown at play.”

   “Then why don’t we just confront ‘im and find it out ourselves?”

   “And then what? Get shut down again? Don’t you think I’m thinking about every possible scenario too?”

   “Of course I know that, dumbass. If anyone thinks of every damn scenario, it’s your nerdy ass.”

   “Seriously, kacchan?”

You cleared your throat rather loudly to announce your presence, looking around for where they could put their water. The mindless perusing was gut wrenching to the boys and frankly it was a little embarrassing on your end.

   “Uhm.. Wh-What are you looking for, (Y/N)?” Midoriya, one of the assailants asked nervously, taking a step forward as you opened a cabinet to look through it.

   “Ashido wants water.” You said, continuing your blind pursuit for the liquid.

   “Oh! Uhm, here.” The male turned around, opening the refrigerator and pulling a cold water bottle out from the door. “Most of us like to keep our water cold, so if you ever need one, that’s the first place to look. We also use the tap if we’re in a hurry.” He offered, holding the bottle out to you. 

You hummed, taking it from him and nodding. “Thanks.” You spoke, turning back to the doorway and walking out.

   “Wait!” The word, while short, was loud. And the silence that followed was even louder. “Please, just-... Do you really not remember us?” He asked.

You were silent again, looking down at the bottle. “I suggest you keep your heads out of places it needn’t be. Ignorance is bliss.” You turned your head to gaze at them. “Stay blissful.” And with that, you left them alone, sitting back down in your spot and giving the bottle to Ashido.

   “The hell’s that supposed to mean?” Bakugou muttered, a look of confusion and annoyance growing on him.

   “I don’t know.” Midoriya replied, voice low. “But it wasn’t good.”

#bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #anime #x male reader #anime x reader #x reader #have fun hoes

[teyamloak]

Angry… part 1

↳ neteyam x fem! human reader x lo’ak

✩ warnings: neteyam is 18 lo’ak is 17, y/n is 17, fighting, cursing, and jealous.

✩ synopsis: neteyam has always had some hatred toward you. lo’ak and you are best friends, nothing can separate you too. On this particular day, you were sunbathing when Aonung and his friends started to pick on you, they quickly stop once neteyam comes and helps you....

✩ note: hi everyone, this will be my first time writing. it will probably be bad so sorry.

when I was younger I was always alone. I’m a human, that has to be the loneliest race ever. I was born in pandora with another baby named spider, I never really liked him though. when I met lo’ak I finally realized what it meant to have a meaning. I didn’t have parents I didn’t even have a family. Jake was always nice to me but I knew deep down he didn’t want me around. I reminded him of himself when he was human, it was sad really. Don’t get me started on Neytiri, she hated me and she showed it. she never liked me, said I should be with my own people, says I will cause trouble for her sons. she says this while knowing that…

lo’ak is my meaning. my best friend. my reason,

we had just moved to a new village it was pretty, the people were so different it scared me lowkey. since day one of getting here, I was getting bullied, and today was no exception.

Aonung and his friends had found me sunbathing.

“what are you doing over here, freakkkkk.” he stretches out the k in freak.

“where is your lil boyfriend is he off with some other girl??”

“leave me alone aonung, and he isn’t my boyfriend he’s my best friend something that you don’t have.” his friends start to instigate the conversation “ohhhhh” “you going to let her talk to you like that”

“stfu y’all are literally my friend, idiot.” with that, aonung started to walk closer his friends quickly following right behind him. “listen her y/n if you’re lil boyfriend doesn’t want you anymore you can always come be with me, god knows how much i want you to be a slut for me.” the smirk so clearly on his face while saying that. my whole body shakes of disgust for some reason i felt dirty even though i clearly did nothing wrong.

i can see from the corner of my eye aonung’s hand start to go up, about to be reaching for my hand but stopped when he heard “aonung you know you don’t want to do that.”

“you know exactly what will happen once you do” i with everybody else was shocked to see neteyam.

neteyam has hated me since birth lo’ak says it’s because he doesn’t see “good” in me. but i think it’s because he’s jealous of me for taking up lo’ak’s time.

aonung was the most surprise, he knew that neteyam didn’t like me.

“wtf are you doing here neteyam this isn’t your bitch.” “who is he calling a bitch” i say in my brain.

“watch your mouth, aonung you know exactly what this is and how much she means to my brother.”

“i don’t like her but my brother does so i have to protect her whether i like it, or not.” neteyam makes sure to say this louder then anything he has said previously.

“y/n stop looking stupid and come over here or do you want to stay with these idiots?.” quickly i moved my small feet towards him god knows i didn’t want to be anywhere near aonung.

neteyam and i we’re starting to walk away when aonung yells out

“her pussy must be so good if she has the sully brothers so pussywiped” “maybe after you’re done you can let me fuck her” with that neteyam was off before i can turn around i see ao’nung on the floor with his hand on his check, bleeding.

“never talk about her in that manner again she not yours, she’s ours” who tf is “ours” who was he referring to? god im so confused….

neteyam is dragging me towards another land. when i say dragging i mean he was literally dragging me.

we had finally stopped after what felt like an hour of him dragging me. he dropped his hand from the arm he was dragging and turns around, making eye contact with me and says “you can not leave my watch anymore, who knows what ao’nung would have done if he was alone with you”

“he likes you y/n, did you know that?”

“why would i care he means nothing to me” “plus the only man i’ve ever cared about is lo’ak” the eyes that were once yellow and concerned were now dark yellow and filled with what seemed to be jealousy.

“why must he be the only guy you see”

“what are you talking about”

“why can’t you say something nice to me, why can’t you say “thank you for helping me neteyam” instead the first thing you have to bring up is lo’ak newsflash he wasn’t there, i was, can i be that hard to pay attention to ”

“wtf are you talking about??? you have been mean to me since i was born you’ve never tried to talk to me, shit this is the first conversation we have had since i was a baby.”

“don’t you ever wonder why” “no not really i don’t really care about it”

“god it’s because i see you, i see you y/n”

“once i saw ao’nung about to touch you i knew that i felt something for you”

“The reason why I haven’t been nice to you or talked to you is because of lo’ak.” “he has told me that he was yours” “his" "yes his"

"he has told me that you were his future mate and it made sense all of those years, I believed him, but now I know you aren't his mate, you are just strangely attached to him like a lost puppy" "lo’ak has told you that I am his?" “lo'ak is nothing more than a friend"

just as I was about to say more neteyam come closer to me, and now I can’t hear anything but my heartbeat at this moment I felt “good” not dirty like before.

neteyam was quick to grab my hand, and for some reason I let him. this is the first time neteyam has ever touched me. this is the first time my heart has ever started going crazy.

as if the planet knew what was about to happen lo’ak popped up.

“y/n I’ve been looking for you everywhere I heard what happened- he stops as he sees neteyam’s and my hand together.

“neteyam what are you doing here?” “I was just leaving,” he says simply and starts to walk away. but for some reason I didn’t let go of his hand I grabbed it tighter. lo’ak took notice of my action.

neteyam turns his head towards me and tilts his head an action that I’ve noticed his whole family does. he looks at me then his eyes start to go down my whole body and stop when our hand comes into view.

he doesn’t even have to say to let go off his hand, his face so clearly says it for himself. he looks mad, very mad. what did I do? I didn’t do anything wrong, why was he so mad at me even after he told me his feelings for me?

quickly I let go of the hand that I was once holding. I missed it so much, in so little time that i had felt it, I missed the warmth of his big hand on my small hand, I miss the feeling of being “good” even though he so clearly didn’t want to have anything to do with me at this moment, what had just happen?

neteyam walks away nodding his head towards his brother without saying a word to him, but for some reason, lo’ak knows exactly what he is saying. As quickly as he comes he was gone..never in my life have I wished for him to return but today it was different, why?

should i make a part 2??

#Spotify #avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam #neteyam sully #lo’ak sully #lo’ak #neteyam x reader #lo’ak x reader #request

[crazy-narnian]

im watching the voyage of the dawn treader as I type this and one thing that bugs me to death is how eustace is treated by the narnians after he arrives in narnia.

like not a single one them is friendly or welcoming to him the minute he steps on the ship. yeah sure he throws a shouting fit about wanting to know wherever the hell he is and sure a minotaur tells him and he faints whatever but if i were in his shoes I would probably be reacting the same way and would want to know where I am too but like no one tries to explain to him where he is or tries to comfort him. all they do is laugh or shout back at him. not one of them realizes he’s a fish out of water. that he’s new to their world. it’s like they kinda assume he should know where he is being he arrived with his cousins edmund and lucy. but on a side note, he is their cousin so shouldn’t they be treating him with a little more decency in some respect?

like it’s honestly quite sad seeing eustace be treated like he’s nothing more than an annoying squealing pig when his cousins are literally royalty and are treated as such. like it’s so disheartening to watch at times. for example when the minotaur makes fun of him for talking to a bird thinking it could talk or when everyone leaves him snoring on the beach when lucy is taken by dufflepuds or when caspian acts slightly annoyed to hand him a knife to defend himself with after they arrive on the slavetrader island or worse when caspian has the audacity to say “and your certain he’s related by blood?” i was like “woah dude, that was a low blow” i’m sorry but just because he acts like he has know idea what he’s doing or is confused beyond all reason doesn’t mean you get to question his familial ties to edmund and lucy bruh. no just no.

however. i do understand that eustace is made to be annoying, grumpy, snobbish, logical, and a pain for edmund and lucy to deal with but that shouldn’t mean he needs to be treated like shit by narnians who frankly worship his cousins for saving them from 1) a one-hundred year winter and 2) extinction. like I know he hasn’t done anything spectacular for you guys yet but he’s still related to “royalty”. TREAT HIM AS SUCH OR SOMETHING MODERATELY CLOSE TO IT. plz and thx.

anyways. eustace deserves to be treated better in my opinion. the rude behavior that everybody displays towards him upsets me terribly. like I get it that he’s supposed be annoying but it’s not like the narnians know him like edmund and lucy do. the least they could’ve done was to make him feel welcome. ugh it bothers me.

#eustace scrubb #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #caspian x #chronicles of narnia #voyage of the dawn treader

[drkcatt]

do you think avaya hates hydaelyn/venat for (temporarily) taking minfilia away from her??

im so serious i started cackling maniacally when i saw this ask. IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED.

i have to preface this with: i love venat i think she is a great character and she made me feel so many things. unfortunately a'vaya sucks soso bad.

so a'vaya was never really into The Echo. she was not fond of being Chosen or anything like that. she saw it as a giant pain and she kind of just dealt with it because like, what the hell is she gonna do. minfilia was, of course, BIG into hydaelyn and they kind of clashed about it sometimes but overall it was Fine in ARR.

bloody banquet rolls around however, and shit hits the fan. when minfilia says hydaelyn calls to her, a'vaya is not having ANY OF IT. begging with minfilia not to go, along the lines of "what the fuck has hydaelyn ever done for either of us!" to which of course minfilia disagrees. i will not get into what minfilia says to a'vaya in that sewer-- which is 100% a love confession all without the words "i love you"-- but despite a'vaya pulling on her so hard that there were indents on her hands and arms where she was holding, minfilia leaves. and a'vaya stays standing there for a long time before she flees.

so immediately there's a feeling of betrayal-- minfilia picked hydaelyn over her (NOT THE RIGHT THING TO BE THINKING) and has gone missing, but she slowly regains hope that she'll be able to find her again. the hope grows when she meets up with y'shtola and thancred again, so obviously minfilia is next! Um,

the antitower is very very very bad.

so a'vaya had already felt like minfilia left her for hydaelyn, but this is minfilia we're talking about! she's always going to be there for her, even if they're apart for a while. that's what a'vaya started telling herself as 3.0 + 3.x started getting less Dire. the word of the mother WRECKS a'vaya. this is the first time a'vaya cries in msq. during that scene where she's pulled to talk to her in the aetherial sea and the WOTM is giving her all this Important Information, a'vaya isn't listening at all. she's calling and begging minfilia to stop saying any of this and just look at her! please just stop and look at me, I'm BEGGING you! but of course, the wotm isn't really minfilia! and once a'vaya realizes this, she switches from "minfilia, look at me!" to "LET MINFILIA GO!" it heightens when she sees that the WOTM is weaker/in pain.

a'vaya comes out of it, and she's immediately SCREAMING her heart out, full on sobbing so much that she can't see. she's cursing and yelling out to hydaelyn that she's going to kill her with her own two hands, that she'll shatter the mother crystal no matter what, that hydaelyn will either give minfilia back or pay. she's so lost in grief and rage that some dormant inner beast power from her warrior days mixes with her current dark knight abilities and uh... she cleaves a hole in the antitower... haha...

this is a lot of explaining just to say: a'vaya wants hydaelyn dead for a long time. she believes that she's taken minfilia prisoner, or that she's undeserving of minfilia's loyalty, and just generally that she should never put faith in a crystal to tell her how to live. after her outburst in the antitower, she stops getting any messages from hydaelyn. there's not any contact, any sort of aid, nothing-- whether that's because hydaelyn did not or could not reach out due to a lack of strength, or because a'vaya was so deep in rage that she just could not be reached is unknown. the disdain grows when she learns that hydaelyn (and zodiark) are primals, she's not at all keen on the idea that she's been tempered this whole time.

so with all that, you'd probably think that with how stubborn a'vaya is that she'd carry that despise to venat in elpis. she could have, if it weren't for minfilia's sudden return. it's very confusing for everyone, nobody knows why she came back, least of all the woman herself. a'vaya feels Very complex emotions about all of it, but once she comes to terms with the fact that minfilia was back For Good she slowly started to soften to the idea of hydaelyn. she's still very tense about her, don't get me wrong, she does believe that this is some sort of elaborate ploy. but at the same time, hydaelyn... gave her the biggest desire she's had for over 5 years...?

the thing is, a'vaya did accept that minfilia was dead. and minfilia ALSO accepted that she was dead, so this is a very difficult situation for her because what do you do when your purpose in life has already been fulfilled? (just you wait until i get into how minfilia fits perfectly into endwalker) Everyone Is So Confused .

when a'vaya gets to elpis and meets venat, she really doesn't know how to feel. she doesn't get hostile because by endwalker a'vaya has gotten a much better grasp on keeping her emotions together, but there's definitely a wariness, and venat detects this. when a'vaya explains the situation she's in, i think venat recognizes that she (in the future) caused a'vaya an unbearable amount of pain and grief. and they do address it with "has your journey been good? has it been worthwhile?" and a'vaya can't answer at first. she's caught up on the fact that her journey was set in motion because of her connection to her/hydaelyn, and that journey was devastating and destructive, but she would never want anyone else to do it for her. she's caught on how hydaelyn had to take away the woman that taught her to love and live in a better way, but eventually returned her. what is she meant to think of that? how is venat supposed to feel, being told "i wanted to destroy you and everything you stood for, but now i know you did it because you knew i could." being told "your guidance hurt me so badly that i wanted to throw myself at every sword i could and see which one would stick." being told "im in love with the reincarnation of your beloved, and you needed her break herself for the better and then gave her back to me"

all in all, a'vaya's relationship with venat is... hard to describe. they are immensely grateful that either of them are who they are. that they did exactly what they did. that they could talk, as friends, like they should be, just once.

until the mother crystal trial, of course. but in that moment, a'vaya recognizes that she's not the one who needs to speak to hydaelyn the most-- minfilia is. i haven't finalized a lot of that conversation, but i just think about how complex the relationship is with these three, the level of hurt as well as trust between them, and i want to WEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Good Lord I Wrote A Ramble Essay. THANK YOU FOR LISTENING!!!!

#this is probably quite incoherent . MY BAD. #i have bees in my brain and i must release them. #again i must say. I LOVE VENAT !!!!!! a'vaya has Issues tho . #endwalker spoilers #shadowbringers spoilers #heavensward spoilers #jupi lore

[bowievanfleet]

it's you [jake kiszka]

pairing: jake x oc (sort of, they have a nickname but y/n still applies!<3)

genre: angstyyy, fluff, enemies to lovers >:)

warnings: mentions of poor mental health and overthinking, cursing, itty bitty tiny mention of skin picking, arguing, emotional whiplash, crying, i am very bad at plot development and dialogue

word count: 4k

inspired by it's u by cavetown :)

a/n: guys!!! its been so long!!!! and i am back with a DOOZY. i don't know what possessed me to write this, maybe the copious amounts of rain we've been getting here is getting to me lmao. but, i am very, VERY happy with how this turned out. this is prob my favorite thing i've written to date. it'll probably be edited/rewritten over time but nothing too dramatic.

also, i'd like to say that the idea to give the reader a nickname to kind of personify them was 100% inspired by the lovely maddie, @hearts-hunger <3 go read her stuff NOW because she's so insanely talented its not even funny. also shoutout to my love @emadamssssssss for helping me out with pepper's backstory. everyone say thank u em!! anyways im done rambling now, i rlly hope u enjoy this. <3

also yes i had to have my little star wars moment at the end. i will not be taking questions or criticisms.

SONGS (v important for this one) its u- cavetown / climing up the walls- radiohead / chinese satellite- phoebe bridgers / i'll be seeing you- billie holiday / lilac wine- nina simone (jeff buckley version also works!)

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“oh god, it’s you...”

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you genuinely didn’t know why you were there. 

something, maybe an invisible string, or a magnetic field, dragged you to his door at 2 am. you stood in the pouring rain, the water mixing with your own tears pouring down your face. you didn’t have any idea what possessed you to come. you tried to go through the reasons in your head: on the outside, you convinced yourself that he was a last resort, that because no one else was picking up the phone, he was the only one you had left to go to.

“better to be with him than by yourself where you would do something stupid.” you would tell yourself, when in reality, you had only called one other person, josh. who didn’t answer likely because he was passed out on his couch with a bottle of tequila on the coffee table, you knew that was his routine on saturdays. you didn’t have the energy nor courage to call anyone else, which led you to your second reason: 

that realistically, deep inside of you, you knew the reason you had gone to him was because you simply wanted to be with him. you had to do something to satiate the hunger you had been feeling for the past two weeks since you saw him at one of josh’s stupid parties. your body craved him, your mind craved him, every single cell in your body craved him, and it was embarrassing. 

you guessed it was perfect timing, your racing brain giving you a perfect excuse to go to someone. it wasn’t just the fact you wanted to be with him, you needed to be near anyone. if you sat there on your bed, staring at the walls for one more second you knew you were going to break. 

you were overthinking more than you ever had before, mostly about him, but also about everything else. it was all getting too overwhelming, you desperately needed contact with someone, something. it was pathetic to be showing up like this, but what else could you do? text him? “hey, i’ve kinda been thinking about you every single waking moment for the past two weeks, can i come over?” the more you thought about it, the more you realized that even that would’ve been better than standing at his door in the pouring rain. 

you don’t know how long you stood there, contemplating if you should knock or not, 

before he took it upon himself to make the decision for you. you jumped slightly as the door jerked open, earthy eyes taking in your state with a confused and concerned spark in them. 

you were confused as well, until you remembered that doorbells with cameras existed. you looked over to it, silently cursing it. you looked back to the eyes staring at you, and realized what a contrast you two must be. 

he looked the softest you’d ever seen him, in a pair of plaid pajama pants and an old oversized guns n roses shirt. his face had a golden glow to it, courtesy of the various wax warmers and candles that were placed on almost every surface of his home. they reflected off of his eyes, making them seem almost caramel instead of the dark brown you would often see. 

it softened them, turned them from a stony tigers eye to a dark topaz. the sight of him and the energy radiating off of him was almost enough to stop the tears streaming down your face, but then started them all over again as you realized how gentle and beautiful he was. how pathetic was that? his beauty brought tears to your eyes. 

his facade was gone, he was no longer cold and cocky, dark and stoic. he was looking at you like he didn’t want to rip you to shreds for once. 

you had only seen this once before, when he was drunk at josh’s house and you were the only two left in the living room. he was falling in and out of sleep on the couch, and after watching him for a while, you finally trotted over to him and draped a blanket over his half-asleep body. his eyes snapped open at you, but they weren’t hostile. they were almost... loving. appreciative. adoring. 

you went to stand up to go to the guest room, but he caught your hand before you could get too far. you stayed like that for a moment, watching him stare at your hand in his, then with a slow, deliberate stroke of his thumb against your hand, he gently let go. 

he looked at you for a split second, and then rolled over on the couch, bringing the blanket up to his chin and cuddling around it. you spent all night wishing he was beside you in the guest bed.

“...pepper?” he asked tentatively. you were snapped out of your thoughts by the nickname he had assigned to you so long ago. you thought for a second about the stupid name he had reserved for you- 

you were friends with josh for a while before you got introduced to his family. you were college roommates, and one night he finally decided to invite his brothers over for dinner in your apartment. 

you decided you’d make a hearty meal of kraft mac n cheese, but with added seasonings to make it “gourmet” as you and josh liked to call it. 

when you were mixing up all the seasonings, you put in a little too much pepper than needed, but you panicked and just started mixing it around, trying to even it out as much as possible. 

when you awkwardly served everyone, waiting for their reaction, jake was the only one to speak up. “jesus christ this tastes like shit” he said. everyone immediately turned to look at him with wide eyes, surprised and embarrassed that he would be that outright. 

“what?!” he shrugged. “just being honest. if you're gonna make dinner for us at least make it good.” he said, but continued to eat the pasta anyway. 

josh looked at you sympathetically. “it tastes fine y/n, just a little spicy.” he reassured. and it turned out, by the end of the night, everyone’s half eaten bowl of mac n cheese ended up on the counter next to jake's empty one. 

if you had known him better, you would’ve teased him relentlessly. but instead, upon doing the dishes, you smiled fondly at the empty bowl. the first of many small signs that there wasn’t all hostility between you two.

that didn’t make the name stick, however. what made “pepper” become official was at one party the twins had thrown. you and josh were busy setting up everything beforehand, while jake was on a beer run. “what do you wanna start out with?” josh asked, flaring his hands dramatically toward the family’s extravagant vinyl collection. “hmmm...” you debated, kneeling down to scour through the records. once you found what you were looking for you demanded josh to turn around, wanting it to be a surprise. you carefully placed the needle on the black disc, the opening sounds of sgt, pepper’s lonely hearts club band ringing out into the spacious living room. 

josh instantly turned around with a grin, taking your hands in his obnoxiously, the both of you starting to scream out, “IT WAS TWENTY YEARS AGO TODAY, SERGEANT PEPPER TAUGHT THE BAND TO PLAY!” 

you loved moments with josh like this, screaming out songs you both loved, not a care in the world. you always felt so alive. that was, until you heard the door open, choosing to ignore it until you saw his figure stalk through the doorway. 

he gave you a simple scoff and an eye roll, before quickly taking the bags in his hands to the kitchen and returning to the living room archway, leaning against it in a manner that made you want to storm over there and kick him. 

“you’re just pepper all the way around aren’t you?” he teased, you flipping him off while josh muttered a “shut the fuck up, jake.” 

you started toward the kitchen to start setting the drinks out, jaw clenched in irritation. 

why did he have to ruin everything? you were having a great time with josh, your own sunshine, before the rain had to storm in and drown it out. 

“awe, did i make you upset, pepper? i’m sorry.” he mocked, fake pity in his tone. “just fuck off.” you gritted, tring to focus on getting the drinks set out. “of course pepper, anything for you.” he teased, raising his hands in surrender and stalking off somewhere else in the house. 

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you stared at each other for a long while, almost talking with your eyes. 

after a moment, his flashed with a gentleness you had never before seen in your entire time of knowing him, not even that night on the couch, and the only thing you knew, right then and there, was that you needed to be in his arms. 

you let out a shaky exhale, “jake-” you sobbed, all but lunging toward him. your body crashed into his, your arms winding around his middle and your head finding a home in his neck. 

he stood frozen for a second, obviously not expecting your sudden action, but after half a second of hesitation, he closed his eyes and let you melt into him, wrapping his own hands around you slowly, one belting around your lower back to keep you upright and the other going to the back of your head, threading through your hair and scratching your scalp lightly. 

he would switch between scratching your head once he figured out you liked it, and slowly rubbing his hand over your hair, smoothing it down. 

the two actions made you cry even harder, your hands finding their way up his body and around his neck, trying to get as close as humanly possible to him. if you had it your way, you would melt your body into his. you wanted to mold him for the rest of time, to never ever let go, to always have his body pressed to yours. 

you knew this was the worst thing you could ever do, because the second this was over, you’d never be able to live without touching him again. you’d need it like you need air to breathe. every second of every day you'd need it. how would you be able to go on after this? constantly craving his arms around you, his hands anywhere and everywhere on you, his breath letting out soft puffs against your skin. you didn’t want to even think about it right now, so you let him hold you while you held him. 

he must’ve felt the same way about letting go, so instead of pulling away, he took his arm off your back to close the door softly, immediately returning it. 

he walked backwards to the couch, sitting you down without ever loosening his grip on you. he laid back, pulling you with him as he pushed your face gently into his chest, giving you something to cry on. 

you laid there for what felt like hours, even though it was probably only ten minutes, before all that was audible anymore was your occasional sniffle and his gentle breathing. 

“y/n...?” he whispered, still stroking your hair. “yeah?” you squeaked, bracing yourself for the arguing and embarrassment and teasing to start. but it never did. 

“what happened?” he asked, concern evident in his voice and you knew he genuinely cared about your response. but that scared you. why would he care about your feelings? it surprised you that he was even touching you right now, let alone asking about you. 

it was an act of human decency that he usually didn’t show. jake kiszka couldn’t give two fucks about anyones feelings excpet maybe his brothers’.  

you leaned up on your hands, hovering over him. you stared at each other again, his hands finding a home on your back, yours resting on either side of his face. you slowly sat up, forcing his arms to drop from you. 

“i’m sorry. i don’t know why i came here. just- no one else was answering and it was all getting too much and i just didn’t know where else to go and-” 

“hey.” he interrupted, grabbing your hands from where they came up to cover your face. “i don’t want you to apologize i just.. want to know why you came to me.” he said, trying to choose his wording carefully. 

you chewed on your lip, trying to come up with an answer before you realized the only one you had come up with involved being vulnerable, and you were absolutely not in the right state for vulnerability right now, despite the fact you had just cried into his chest. 

you got up and walked to the kitchen, searching for water and trying to buy a few minutes. you knew exactly where he kept them, so you grabbed one and went back to sit on the couch, further away from him this time. he noticed this, a flash of disappointment coming over his face. 

he looked at you as you drank your water and set it down, being the most patient you’ve ever seen him. 

you stared at nothing for a moment, noticing how his hands clenched and unclenched, as if he was yearning to touch you again. you were yearning too, but you couldn’t touch him again until you knew for certain that this wouldn’t be the only time.

“jake...” you trailed, both of your eyes holding so much intensity. he gave a look of realization, finally reaching to grab your hands like he had been so desperate too. you flinched away instinctively, you were going to keep your word on not touching him again. you started to get frustrated, “why do you all of a sudden care so much? you should’ve just fucking told me to go home the minute you saw me.” 

that cold facade slipped back on his face, a look of confusion and disappointment taking his face. “did you just want me to leave you out there in the fucking rain?! cause i would’ve been glad to do that if you really wanted me to, you should've just said so.” 

“well you’ve never cared before!” 

“i’m not heartless y/n!!” he hissed, pointing an accusing finger at you. 

“you think i am but I'm not. i just don’t see the point in wearing it on my fucking sleeve all the time.” that hurt. you’d always been a very outwardly emotional person, it was one of your biggest weaknesses, and to hear it being used against you stung like hell. he saw that comment affected you but he kept going. 

“if i was heartless, i wouldn’t have sat here and fucking held you like i did. as much as i fucking hate touching you, i did it to comfort you. because i'm not as cold as you think i am y/n.” your head snapped up, something he said catching your attention. 

“why do you hate touching me?” you inquired, brows furrowed. he shut his eyes for a second, before he dodged the question. 

trying to be as soft as he could again, he spoke, “why did you come here, pepper?” 

you thought for a second. “i don’t know. i just needed someone. i couldn’t be by myself anymore.” 

“why not?” he questioned, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. 

“because my mind would’ve driven me insane.” you admitted, looking down at your hands in your lap, picking at your nails. 

you were hyper-aware of the fact that you were slowly drifting more and more towards him. 

“what were you thinking about?” he questioned softly. 

“jake i can’t do this right now. i can’t talk about this.” 

“then i ask again, why did you come here?!” he almost begged for an answer. you finally looked back up at him, trying to distract yourself with the melting chocolate of his eyes. somehow he must’ve known your answer, he could always read you like an open book. 

he could tell that you two were on the same page, you just weren’t ready to be that vulnerable with him. so, he gave you a head start.

“you wanna know why i hate touching you?” he asked, his voice tense. you sniffled and gave a nod. he leaned in closer to you.

“because you, you are so fucking addicting that if i touch you i almost can’t let go. you have no idea how hard it was to let you go just now. i’m so hopelessly desperate for you, pepper. now, i have a good idea of why you came here. but i need to hear you say it, baby.” the pet name pushed you over the edge, and before you knew it, the tears were back and you were babbling out your confession. 

“it’s you, jake. it’s always been you.” you sobbed, leaning forward to press your forehead to his chest. he finally reached up to your hair again, almost audibly breathing a sigh of relief when his hands finally made contact with you again. 

“and i’m scared. i’m so scared of how i feel right now. its a need- i need you. i need to be near you. but i can’t- we can’t. we’re not good for eachother, we never have been jake. we bring out the worst in each other.” 

“i know, i know.” he soothed. “i feel it too y/n, i’ve always felt it. from the moment i saw you. it’s terrifying.” he agreed, and all you could muster was a small nod in understanding. 

“you make me want to be better. sometimes that feels good, the fact that i can change for you, to make you happy. but a lot of the time... it feels like it’ll never be enough.” he confessed. “jake, i don’t expect you to change for me. i don’t want you to.” he soaked in the words, leaning down to rest his cheek on the top of your head. 

“you know, i think you bring out the best in me. you know damn well i wouldn’t do this with anyone else.” he chuckled. you let out a small laugh too, leaning more into his chest. “jake im so scared. t-this feeling... it's so strong, too strong. why do you do this to me?” you begged. “i could ask you the same thing.” he said, hugging you tighter. 

“we have so much to work out before we can do anything. i mean we can't even go 10 minutes without arguing. jake we hurt each other too much.” you reasoned, trying to convince yourself more than him. 

“love is supposed to hurt, isn't it?” he countered. 

love.

you knew that’s what it was, you were just far too scared to actually address it. loving someone that had been heartless and selfish to you for the past 7 years wasn’t possible. but if it wasn’t,  then why did you feel the need to have his body near yours at all times? there was a part of you, and you could feel it in him too, that needed to have the pain soothed by him. it was like a fire burning in your stomach, and he was the water to put it out. his arms were where you were supposed to be. forever.

“we can’t walk away from this anymore, baby.” he added, making your body shake again with sobs. that's all you wanted to do. you wanted to run away and never see him again. 

that way, maybe the fire would die out and leave tiny embers that could be satiated by someone else. but you knew. you knew no one could put it out but him. he was the only one that possessed the right water to extinguish the flame of yearning in you. and you knew you were the only one to put out his.

and so, you let him hold you as you cried for the second time that night, grabbing at each other to get impossibly closer. you knew there was no going back now, that you were about to walk off the diving board and never get back up. but you wanted it. you knew you needed it. 

“there’s too much going against us.” you borderline begged. begged him to find a way out of this, begged him to push you away, to kick you out, to do something to  stop it. vulnerability was your worst enemy. 

“pepper. look at me.” he demanded, forcing your head up with your chin tucked between his fingers. “something has been drawing me to you for nearly 7 years. i’m not walking away from it now that we’ve finally got it out in the open. we have to move on. what’s past is past, and what we have now is everything we need. what are you scared of, darling?” he asked gently. 

“...vulnerability.” you admitted. he let out a sigh, maneuvering you so you were in his lap. “it's scary isn’t it, pepper?” he soothed, running a run up and down your back. you nodded pathetically. curling into him more. 

“you know what irritates me the most about you?” he asked, but not hostile. you scoffed. “everything?” you guessed. 

“no. not everything. there's a million little tiny things, but not everything. the biggest one though, is no matter how hard you try, you can't hide. no matter how much you duck and run, i would be able to pull you out of a crowd of a million people. no matter how hard you try to keep your head down and blend with other people, you can’t, not to me. you stand out like a goddamn star. that's what irks me the most." he said softly. 

“am i supposed to take that as a compliment?” you laughed. 

“mhm. it’s painful for me but you should know. sometimes i feel like you and me are the only two people in the room. you drown everyone else out.” he confessed as your eyes filled up with tears again, but not sadness this time. 

this time, it was an overwhelming blanket of love that draped over you. 

the relief that you were wanted by him. that you stood out to him as much as he did to you. you lifted your face from its place on its chest, resting your chin there instead so you were looking up at him. 

he softly took a strand of damp hair from your cheek, tucking it into place behind your ear. “see? i was vulnerable with you. now its your turn.” he encouraged lightly. 

you looked up at him for a second more. the words were on the tip of your tongue, running through your brain over and over again- iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou 

you finally found your voice: 

“i think i love you, jake.” you stated, voice faltering near the end. he cupped your jaw in his hand, 

“i know.” he nodded, his eyes filling with tears too as your hands threaded through his hair, clutching at every part of him you could reach, as your lips finally melted into his.

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[lordrandreaming]

Unwanted Arcana opinion that might put me in hot water below:

I think the writing is incredibly lackluster, for personalities, interactions, and so on.

I noticed, as I neared the end of Julian's route, the writing lost it's fire. It seemed.. Confused. Like whoever wrote it had no idea where this was all going. You can tell, there was a change in writing.

Lucio, Muriel, and Portia are especially victims of this sudden change, because it just felt like they were given 'filler' personalities and stories. No one is hit harder than Portia. Followed by Muriel.. Followed by Lucio.

Now I like Lucio. But.. He wasn't done justice. You can say, that living the pampered life turned this count whos been in various bloody fights, raised out in the cold harsh winter environment, would make him this squishy, soggy idiot we know.

But.. His characterisation really could have been better. I see him more as 'Sorry not sorry I did that lol' not 'I need everyone to forgive me or im crying' (its not actually like that, but it's pretty close.) And then fucking off for adventure.

In my opinion, which yes, is just an opinion, Lucio should have stayed in Vesuvia and make up for what he's done by lending a helping hand. Yes everyone hates him, as he was written to be the *worst* character..

I think it's unfair what happened to all the routes by the end. Im assuming, If Julain's near-ending was so cobbled together, that Nadia and Asra's routes suffer the same fate.

As a writer, I care about the character's I am writing. I can see clearly that in the end, none of the M6 were cared about. They were made to be appealing and draw people in, because it was "the Thing" at the time.

It makes me incredibly sad, that now I see how cobbled together everything is. Some amount of thought went into the story, but it could have been so much better..

There isn't alot to do, for one. And I know.. 'Its just a game!' However, as a consumer of said media, it's extremely lacking and doesn't stimulate me like I'd hoped. It's like a false promise- but there was no promise to begin with.

When I first seen the Arcana, I was not at all interested. And for good reason.. As advertised was not what we got. I got into it about, two years ago now.

Yes, I was late, but.. The fandom was near death when I came into the scene. Yes yes, I know, people of course are still heavily into it, and I still love it myself but.. It makes me sad.

The character's clearly weren't cared about. They were put out there for visual appearance to lure in lonely gay people. Lesbians, Bi, everyone. They included everyone so they can pull in more people.

Nothing wrong with that- alot of games and industries tend to do this. But they never stick with what they said..

You can say: Mori, why are you bitching about this? It doesn't matter anymore!

Or

If your so unhappy, why don't you just stop caring?

Because.. It started out as a passion, you can see, and quickly as people left, new people kept coming in and that passion was quickly lost.

It saddens me, as an artist and writer. The love was lost.. And the Arcana became hollow anymore. As I played through it a second time, it just felt empty. It was so thrown together- the ingredients just didn't mix.

Id re-write the whole damn game if I could. And like hell I'm going on Dorian.

I appriciate that the people who still love the fandom, want to make and create and that Dorian allows that to happen, but I don't vibe with the fact that anything you post on there is now Dorian's to claim and use.

You can be mad at me, say that I'm wrong because Im dumb and didn't play all the routes, or tell me that I'm just seeing 'face value'. But I'm not changing my opinion because people are mad at me.

This isn't a post meant to rile up or insult anyone. Im not starting a debate. This is just my heartfelt opinion, and that opinion is the state the Arcana was left in was shit. It could have been more interactive, we could have had so much more, but ultimately, we are left with a hollow possibility of what could have been, but never was.

#mori speaks #the arcana #just felt like sharing #it makes me so sad that we are left with what we have #sure its better than nothing- but still :( #i wish we had more to do #more to be and see. #its so lacking anymore.. its why i dont have the app

[allsadnshit]

it's truly difficult to remember you owe yourself love and understanding when you are going through lots of big and painful things in life! i used to think "as long as i am the only one getting hurt then it's fine" cause i considered myself nothing and everyone else something. i have gone really back and forth with my perspective and coping skills of big break ups, friends or romantic, and i feel like i am just not learning the middle ground between "wow if this person and i are breaking up then they must be so toxic and abusive so who cares fuck them anyways" and "i am not allowed to be angry i need to be peaceful and kind i should try harder to see their perspective or else i am deserving of these bad things" which are two perspectives that have done nothing for my healing or process.

i think maybe the biggest thing im learning about myself is that communication can't be replaced by anything else. you need to hear it straight from people just as much as they need to understand you too! there's definitely a limit on how helpful communication is without the necessary other things like action and reflection etc but i used to think "this isn't even worth saying or hearing" whenever i was faced with something hard and that's just not true.

i had a therapy session recently where i tried to play off an interaction with an old boss as "id rather just not talk with him than say what he did bothered me" and my therapist immediately called me out on the avoidance and lack of follow through on my own boundaries and feelings. i wasn't getting off easy by not being willing to have conflict or confrontation, i was actually forcing myself to swallow my own hurt and pain and in many ways betrayed myself by not speaking up. she had me write an apology letter to myself and i cried without a few sentences.

I am working to change these things. I used to think feeling hurt and admitting that meant you were weaker and lost. I just had a really hard conversation with one of my oldest friends and it ended with us breaking up! i didn't see it coming, and didn't think it was even on the table and it unfolded in front of me almost instantly when i decided to speak up on something that bothered me and it turned out he already felt deeply resentful towards me and called a lot of my behavior into question that i didn't know he had thought poorly of me about for years and years! it's going to be a long road of lots of mixed emotions now. i feel shameful and scared i have lost so many of my old friends in the last two years which have been the biggest growth and happiest i've ever been and it's so confusing to go through even though i am constantly reassured that's part of the ride!

i used to tell myself if everyone had something bad to say about you, then it must be true and you must be bad and deserve it.... and i think that was just an easy way out for me to feel guilt and sorry for myself cause that's easier than fighting it's easier than the work it would take to stand up for myself and believe my own experiences and emotions. i thought i was so mature and gentle for saying "you're right i guess i am just a bad person" and never once was that the solution.

i am going to take my time absorbing this experience! i am going to be confused, angry, sad, and probably a decent bit of mourning too! i will no longer deny myself that process and pretend i am better off without the people i loved! i will not pretend to wish them well and hold no bad feelings. it's time to do the hard thing and be mad be sad and be in this difficult process!

thanks for reading, i really love this blog. I feel it's so important to share be seen and understood by other people but i am also so hesitant to admit what i am scared of because i don't want to make myself vulnerable to being hurt even more but it's also a pathway to healing and letting go and that's worth the risks

[youremyheaven]

Hi so I’m a Shatabhisha Sun, Ardra Moon and Shatabhisha Mercury with Ashlesha ASC. That makes me I guess a Rahu dominant? And this guy I’ve been in a complicated arrangement with has Uttara phalguni Sun Swati Moon Uttara phalguni Mercury with Magha ASC. And I’ve been the one who’s more clingy and wants to be with him for a very long time and everything. While he just seems annoyed by my shenanigans. Whenever I’d express my love for him through my actions he’s do everything that’s possible to hurt me (this was around the beginning) but would never make a move to end this sort of situationship and would get jealous over the most absurd things and is insanely possessive (sometimes it’s cute but other times scary). He, I guess has his own internalized opinion about me like this image of me that I’m a whore who’d sleep with anyone and everyone and I’m just a bimbo who’s got no brains even tho Im nothing like that, he’s the only person I’ve ever slept with and I’ve never even kissed or hugged another man and I’m definitely not a bimbo I’ve been a straight A student all my life quite literally the apple of my teacher’s eyes. In the beginning I didn’t used to say anything because I felt like if I’m not any of the things that he says I am then why should I react it’s just a waste of time and energy but now I’ve started to prove him wrong. I literally just sent him pictures of every report card I had starting from 5th grade up until my uni days and he’d still not believe me.

He has always spoiled me with everything like food, money and would just get me things even tho I’d tell him not to. It’s like he wants to get away from me and keep me close at the same time and it’s really confusing to me. And he’s started to soften up on me now wouldn’t do some of the things that I told him I absolutely hate and things that hurt me he’s stopped doing them. And I’ve gone a little rude towards him or should I just say that I don’t let him step over me and treat me like a sex doll or a doormat.

you don't have to listen to me but honestly dump him. it's for the best. i know you say he's changed etc but a man who thinks you're promiscuous and a bimbo is not the man who you should have any kind of relationship with PERIOD no amount of being spoiled by him can make up for the fact that he literally in your own words treats you like a "doormat or sex doll" ,,, i respect your choices but bbg your first ever intimate relationship is with a man who does not see or value your purity (im not implying virgin = pure but pointing out that it's very special to be someone's first and it takes a worthy person to cherish, respect and adore a girl who has no other experience romantically or physically to compare to, you're setting the standard for her, and that comes with some responsibility??)

this is what I meant by how Rahu - Sun relationships involve the Rahuvian being obsessed and the Sun person being irritated or put off, it's such an unequal power dynamic

you WILL find a better man love don't put up with this kind of behaviour hoping he'll just soften up and be better. you deserve someone who's already at your level not someone who has to climb a mountain to get there. all u girlies who date mediocre men hoping love will transform him into a wonderful partner, word of advice from a sister who's been there and done that, IT WON'T HAPPEN. the desire to change has to come from within and you're wasting your time staying by their side. men are 1000x more inclined to hurt and abuse a woman who will go easy on them or forgive them. Treat them like they're dust and move on with your life.