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secret-sturniolo · 6 months

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stay - chris sturniolo

summary - based on the prompt "stay with me tonight, please." where chris comforts y/n after she gets hate

warnings - hate comments, lil angsty

a/n - this one is kinda short but i like it so hopefully you guys do too

why is y/n here again?

i get the feeling y/n is using the triplets for clout

i thought we made it clear nobody likes y/n

lmao y/n really thinks she has a chance with chris who's gonna tell her

The comments came flooding in on the new car video the triplets posted, where I joined them as a special guest. It wasn't the first time I had gotten hate for being friends with them, but usually I was able to ignore it as there wasn't very much of it. But this time, I couldn't just ignore it when the majority of the comments were mean ones about me. Overwhelmed with sadness and anxiety, I stood up from the couch as I announced that I was going to head back to my place.

"Are you sure? Is everything okay?" Nick asked me.

"Yeah, I just don't feel good all of a sudden." I replied.

Nick and Chris shared a glance before looking back at me.

"I can get Matt to drive you home if you want?" Chris asked me.

"No, no, don't worry about it. I'll text you guys later, okay?"

I made my way out the door and into my car. I waited until I had pulled out of the driveway, but then the tears started rolling down my cheeks. Am I really that bad? I thought. It was only about a five minute drive back to my apartment thankfully. Ignoring the smeared makeup I could see in the mirror, I went straight to my bedroom and laid down, staring at the ceiling. I tried not to, but I picked up my phone and started reading more of the hateful comments directed at me. My promise to text the boys when I had gotten home was long forgotten as the sadness took hold of me, and I fell asleep, tired from crying.

Chris's POV

I thought it was strange how y/n suddenly decided to leave. It was very unlike her, and she didn't even give a good reason, simply saying she didn't feel good. I tried not to worry about her too much, but as time went on I just couldn't shake the feeling.

Our new video had been up for a while now, so Matt, Nick and I decided to check YouTube to see how it was doing and if people liked it. Right off the bat, we could see that it already had more views than we normally get, which at first glance seemed like a good thing. I watched as Nick's eyes widened at the computer screen, mouth hanging open. I grabbed the laptop to see for myself what made him so shocked. Scrolling through the comments, almost every one was about y/n. My expression quickly changed to match Nick's as I read through them.

"Dude, do you see these? They're all about y/n, and they're terrible!" I said, showing Matt the screen.

it's so obvious that she likes chris. im embarrassed for her

do people actually like y/n?

why would they hang out with a girl like y/n? shes not even that pretty

My heart dropped as I finally realized why y/n "wasn't feeling good".

"Matt, you have to drive me to y/n's place, right now." I said urgently.

Matt seemed to understand instantly. "Okay, I'll go start the car."

When we got to her apartment, I told Matt he could go back home and I would call him if I needed a ride. I grabbed the spare key from my pocket as I unlocked her door. There was no sign of y/n in the kitchen or living room, so I made my way to her bedroom. I softly knocked on the door, but there was no answer, so I slowly opened it. My heart broke when I saw her curled up on top of her covers, dried mascara on her white pillows. Without even thinking, I moved to her bed, and gently laid down next to her, pulling her into my chest.

Y/n's POV

I felt someone wrap their arms around me, and for a moment it startled me as I opened my eyes, but when I realized who it was, I snuggled deeper into his chest as I began crying again.

"Shh, it's okay. I got you." he said gently.

We just laid like that, with my head in his chest until finally he spoke again.

"I'm so sorry I didn't realize sooner."

"Am I really that bad, Chris?" I asked, sniffling.

"Absolutely not, y/n. Those people are just morons who aren't happy with themselves so they like to pick on other people. I know they upset you, but that's exactly what they wanted to happen. You can't give them what they want."

I let his words sink in for a moment. "So you read the comments?"

"Yeah, and they're wrong by the way, about everything." he said, looking into my eyes.

I realized what he was saying, but I was too tired to bring it up right now.

"Stay with me tonight, please?" I asked him.

"Of course. Let's get you under the blankets though, it's getting cold."

I giggled as he lifted me up to pull the blankets out from under me. I rolled over, and he pulled my back into his chest, as we matched each other's breathing. I sighed contently as he gently played with my hair sending tingles down my spine.

Just as I was falling asleep, I felt his breath as he whispered against my neck.

"I love you, y/n"

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #fluff #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #fanfic #angst #imagine #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #y/n

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seineko · 7 months

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it's fluff and angst but, minors still do not interact!

i still can't get over that official genshin art i posted a few hours ago so here's my brain rot lmao. it isn't really anything particular or meaningful, i guess, but i wanted to write something for the art. my brain was practically itching so i'm probably going to make it up as i go :) also my writing style is probably going to be weird in this.

warning(s): character death mentioned briefly, very light angst.

it's not that diluc likes to make you worried. but he had his reasons as to why his heart fluttered when you dashed towards his cupboard to bring out the first aid kit after manhandling him into sitting down on his bed, scolding him a bit as you pulled out the antiseptic and cotton.

he doesn't remember his mother well. actually, he doesn't remember his mother at all. the closest person to a mother for him was adelinde.

who also happens to be the first person he remembers being worried for him. he was chasing after a few crystalflies in the winery yard and, just when he was about to catch one, he tripped over his own feet and fell into the ground.

adelinde rushed to him mere seconds after that, worry written in the most clear handwriting across her face as she picked him up and rushed inside the winery to treat the scrape across his knee and a few smaller wounds on his hands.

he doesn't remember much after that other than being bribed by a glass of grape juice to stop crying and waiting for his father to finish his work to get back home.

his father and kaeya were the other two who he remembered being worried for him. at least when they were kids for the latter.

one instance that stood out particularly for him was when kaeya had lost the coin crepus had given to him. their father told kaeya to keep it safe and that it was a gift from someone special. diluc does not know to what extent it was true but thinking about it as an adult made him realize that crepus was probably trying to ease kaeya's insecurities and fear.

they visited jean that day and kaeya refused to play anything with them and did not part with the coin even for a second until they finally lured him in to collecting flowers to make flower crowns for adelinde.

kaeya had only realized that he lost the coin after they reached home. diluc saw his little brother visually become smaller and more frigid the moment he realized that. he left dinner midway and dragged himself to their room pulling up the curtains around his bed.

diluc remembered trying all the tricks he knew to get him out but none of them worked. he even offered to let kaeya braid his hair! the only thing remaining was going and finding the coin.

so he sneaked out after making sure that adelinde had slept and did exactly that.

their father had never looked older than at the moment when he returned home with kaeya's coin in his right pocket. his brother's face was completely swollen and blotched, tears still leaking out of his eyes.

he practically felt the worry radiating off of his father's body as soon as he was pulled into a bone crushing hug. kaeya sneaked his hand into one of his own sometime during it and did not leave it until the next morning.

adelinde had banned him from leaving his room days after that. his adopted brother stayed with him the entire time. (well, at least kaeya still seems to have that coin, it wasn't all for naught).

after the death of his father, it felt as though there was no one really left to worry about him anymore. adelinde was still there for him, he knew that, but that still didn't help dissipate the feeling.

it was especially rough during his visit - for the lack of a better term - to snezhnaya. the fresh grief made everything feel more painful than it actually was. an amalgamation of varying emotions; everything from anger, frustration, sadness, emptiness, guilt, the need for revenge, a sense of loss and many more that he couldn't even name muddled his head and stuck with him until years to come.

so yes. diluc doesn't really like making you worry, but he also can't help falling in love just a bit more everytime you treat his would with such worry and pain reflecting in your eyes as though it was you that had gotten hurt. it almost numbs his own pain and all he can thinking about is caging you in his arms and never letting you go.

the tenderness with which you kiss all his scars everytime he gets a new one has his heart pounding into his chest with such speed that he was sure it wasn't actually good for his health, especially when you put extra time and care into caressing that big gash across his back.

he can't help melting into spot when you cuddle his head into your neck and caress his scalp with your fingers, after taking care of all of his wounds, old and new.

he can't be more grateful than at the moment when you hum a soft tune into his ear to help him sleep better, hand still entangled with his hair and body wrapped around him, hiding him away from the entire world.

you are his home.

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onmyyan · 1 year

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Caspian at Christmas

T/W: Yandere shenanigans, suggestive themes, Cas being a cutie, christmas is celebrated by reader n Cas but just for the fun stuff like cute clothes n warm drinks and none of the religious trauma lmao (EDITED 12/16/22)

A/N: Not Requested, Sum short n sweet for the kids🖤🖤🖤 I still have a tooon of requests I need to post which I'm sorry for the delay about, they are otw pinkie swear okay onto the story!

Growing up Christmas was always your favorite time of the year, from the sweater weather to the permanent smell of coco and peppermint, it all wrapped around you like a blanket, comfy and simple.

Being the hopeless romantic you were, the cheesy things couples did around this time always called to you, back then it felt like a members-only club you couldn't get in but now you had Caspian, someone with an even bigger boner for all things rom-com than yourself, and really, who better to share these things with?

Cas has a very similar line of thought the moment he steps outside and his breath can be seen in the cool air, his mind quickly began to race around looking for the best way to celebrate the year coming to an end, his best year at that because the universe had gifted you to him.

In no time he opened the triple-locked folder on his phone, it contained intensely specific dates for you two, all detailed with your most likely reactions and how much you'd enjoy said activity. At this point, he had a rough draft for every occasion.

It took a lot of strength but that morning he managed to force himself away from your sleeping form without a kiss. He'd been planning this specific date since he found out about your love for the season, now was just the best time to execute it.

Having grown up in a full house of 7 there was always food being made, usually by the house matriarch with Caspian dutifully at his mama's hip, long before the rest of his family would rise, so he'd mastered the art of cooking quiet enough not to wake someone.

He made sure to time it all perfectly to be finished around the usual moment your pretty (e/c) eyes started to flicker open and bless him with another day together, the breakfast would be themed and like most of what he made, almost look too pretty to eat

Almost anyway.

"G'mornin Sugar. You're free today right?" He would ask setting the tray on his side of the bed before taking your hand to his lips, unable to resist himself, he would press small kisses into your knuckles as you agreed, making sure to act happily surprised when you respond as if he hadn't already seen and memorized your schedule for the week.

"What did ya have in mind hun?" You asked rubbing the sleep from your eyes, a gesture he couldn't help but coo at, as if reading your mind he gently lifted the steaming drink before you, tipping the smooth coffee gently into your parted lips, at first his little habit of hand feeding you was a little jarring but he was just so endearing and sweet it wasn't long before you indulged him, after all it wasn't so bad being doted on like a princess.

His smile was worth it all, the pleased little hum you'd hear whenever you did something he enjoyed which, if we're being honest here, was most things, had a familiar warmth settling in your tummy.

"I wanna take you out. Go get our tree from this cute little farm, it's a thirty-minute drive so I wanted you full before we left."

Something about the language he used had heat rising to your face. Ours. The simple word holding so much weight.

His gaze held you in place as he took you in, always staring that one, if it were anyone else you'd have been uncomfortable but he made you feel like artwork being examined.

He'd installed bedroom camera's for a few reasons, one of his favorite's though, had to be the ability to capture and replay moments like now, where you'd get that awe'd look on your face, completely surprised someone would do something like this for you- but he would, he'd do anything to keep his soulmate happy, this was nothing in his mind, not with what he had laid out for the two of you down the line.

Our boy is a long-term planner, he knows how he's going to propose, where he'll take you for your honeymoon, and the kind of house you'd buy together(read: the house he's going to buy for you both after he finds out exactly what you like) the bakery you'll open and co-own, the dog you'll have(he's planning for one but would literally get you an emu if u asked for it- the man is flexible okay?)

"Thank you for breakfast baby, did you already eat?" You pressed a small kiss into his hand, returning his previous action much to his delight. Your free fingers delicately danced along the road his freckles mapped out on his skin, tracing the little constellations with a sigh you relished in the peace he brought with him everywhere.

"Oh I'm gonna eat- soon as you're done," the wicked grin on his handsome face twitched with intent for a split second before returning to that warm look from before. The kneading grip he had on the meat of your inner thigh told you everything you needed to know about his plans. "N' I've been a good boy so, I get my breakfast in bed."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere oc caspian #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #caspian delmont #caspian x reader #my oc

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pleasantmsp · 7 months

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Been rewatching some of the Mighty Nein campaign cause I was missing them and also I'm excited for their one shot soon! I've seen a few people speculating about the one shot so thought I'd put my thoughts out into the void as well.

I honestly don't know at all what to expect from this one shot. I don't even remember what the description was beyond that it has to do with the apogee solstice stuff. I haven't kept up much with campaign 3 for my own reasons that I don't need to get into now. However, I did actually watch a couple of the episodes during the solstice and got lucky with watching the ep with beau and caleb in it. But otherwise, I barely know what's going on. I have no idea what the M9 will be dealing with. My theories include anything from getting Beau and Caleb back and dealing with cultists along the way to dealing with the Cerberus Assembly's/Ludinus' attachments to this whole thing to stopping Tharizdun or some other entity from doing some fuck shit. Honestly, I don't fucking know man. I don't even really think any of that shit will happen.

I don't know if it's been confirmed that Caduceus is gonna be the one in this one shot but I really hope it is him. One of the things that's been bothering me about this arc from the BH perspective (at least that I've seen) is that none of them or any that they've come across has been able to argue for the side of the gods and the good that some of them can do. As someone who really likes the worldbuilding and rp that gods can bring to settings like this, not having that perspective represented has been disappointing for me. (This is not the fault of the cast or their guests or anything like that, that is not what I'm saying. It is their choice what characters they play and it is Matt's choice as the DM which NPCs/areas they come across in wherever they decide to explore. I'm just mentioning my own preference and feelings as it pertains to the one shot which is what I'm talking about). Anyway, I hope it's Caduceus because I think he will bring an incredibly interesting perspective on this whole thing. And I think Fjord will too but not to the extent that Cad can since Cad and his family grew up as worshippers of Melora.

We don't know the fate of Beau and Caleb and while I don't think they're dead, I really hope they aren't gone for most of this one shot. Beau is my favorite character in any media ever. I fucking love Beau so much. And Beauyasha is my favorite couple, I love them. I will be literally so sad if Marisha isn't playing Beau for this one shot. Like I'll understand but also I will indeed be devastated. Beauyasha is like my Roman Empire (this joke will be aging this post LMAO but its a good comparison honestly), I think about them A LOT. I want to see more content from them. I was at SDCC, I was there when Ashley said she felt like she wasn't fully finished with Yasha and that's exactly how I feel. The Mighty Nein's story was so good but the way it ended felt so long and then so abrupt (but that's another post). I will always be wanting more of Beau and Yasha's story. I want to know as much as Marisha and Ashley are willing to give us. So I hope the one shot starts with Beau and Caleb and how they reunite with the Nein and then get to business. Or even better, with them already reunited for maximum Nein time.

Those are my main two thoughts for now. I actually need to go to bed cause I got work in the morning and it's been kicking my ass these last two weeks so imma cut it there and check back tomorrow. If you somehow see this, I hope you enjoyed my ramblings lol

#critical role #the mighty nein #beauyasha #beau lionett #yasha nydoorin #caduceus clay

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verycharismaticdragon · 10 months

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...Would it be alright to ask how the sequel to "A Transmigrator and a Time Traveler Walk Into the Bamboo House" that you mentioned in the AN is doing? If not, please ignore this ask, thank you for all of your writings, and have a lovely day!! Otherwise- it's been half a year, and I was curious if you're still working on it, or if you've shifted fandoms/stopped for one of many other valid reasons? Have you had any favorite moments that you looked/are looking forward to sharing? Any sections that you're really pleased with how they turned out?

I love your story so much!! Ahh, I'm just *still* so excited to see how the relationships develop, now that the truth is on the table!! I keep wondering whether or not Binghe will find out about his Shizun's plans to revive himself - with the System dangling the promise/reward of accessing the memory data, Shen Qingqiu might find out about it! But, would he tell Binghe? Would he think it would reassure Binghe, or make him feel like absolute *scum* - Binghe suffering so much due to his death that he turned back *time*, when he wasn't *really* dead!

And! It's only been 3 years, not 5 it took, but - did the System simulate the old reality long enough that he would have awakened?? Would he get access to any simulated memories that occurred between Luo Binghe turning back time, and him giving the System go-ahead to stop running that old world? AAHHHHHHHHHHHH

And, will we get CucumberPlane friendship??? The Binghe-Airplane friendship was *amazing*, so could they be an actual, proper group of friends????

I just keep circling back to imagining how on *Earth* Shen Qingqiu will respond to the truth and all of these revelations, once he's gotten over the initial shock and the immediate need to comfort and reassure Binghe! Once he has a chance to *think*, what knots will this man tie himself into???

...Ah, I love your story and world so much!!! I'd still be incredibly happy and satisfied if just what you've written so far existed - thank you so much for the wonderful, wonderful story!!!!!!!! Please know that it continues to live in my head-rent free, and it likely will for a *long* time to come!!

Have a wonderful day!!

It's still a thing that's happening! Just not... soon lmao. I'm currently re-reading canon slowly and thoroughly, to both sharpen my SQQ voice and to ensure I'm not missing details!

(Yes I'm still in mourning about forgetting that bit from vol.3 about LBH physically pulling SQQ out of bed during disciple days, and unknowingly contradicting it.)

(Also I gotta put it out there that it took me almost 2 years to write Transmigrator Time Traveler. With a year-long break in the middle. So I'm just hoping to write the sequel a lil faster than that.)

As for the scenes, I'm having a lot of fun with the post-realization convo, wherein SQQ is trapped between 'well im straight so im gonna turn him down' and 'cant make binghe sad!!!' (and the undercurrent of not really wanting to turn binghe down. that he refuses to acknowledge.)

Some highlights:

“And if not after three years, then maybe after five, or ten, or twenty years,” Luo Binghe continued, with a hopeful lilt Shen Qingqiu didn’t know how to smack down without feeling like a heartless villain. “If not then, then maybe in a hundred years shizun will consider giving this disciple a chance…” And thus, before Shen Qingqiu could think up a proper reply, he was blasted in the face with this enormous number Luo Binghe seamlessly threw out.

and this (context is that lbh has wheedled a 'well i guess lots of things could happen in 100 years...' out of sqq, and is trying not to be too demanding)

“This disciple has no right to ask for anything else. If shizun…” Luo Binghe, seemingly not aware he was doing so, pulled a face, “if shizun wants to… other people……” Shen Qingqiu swallowed an undignified chortle that threatened to break free. Binghe somehow managed to look both like he was a puppy left out in the rain, and like he had bitten into a particularly sour lemon. Shen Qingqiu truly couldn’t help it; the urge to tease was just too much! “What,” Shen Qingqiu asked mildly, “you aren’t gonna promise to poke out the eyes of any men that dare to look at me? Not even hang any of my exes on the palace gates..?” Luo Binghe startled out of his expression, blinking confusedly before looking up at Shen Qingqiu. “Oh, right, no palace,” Shen Qingqiu ‘remembered’. “And no exes, for my part.” After a moment, Binghe huffed out something between a laugh and an exasperated sigh. “I could get a palace, if shizun wanted one,” he said casually, almost offhandedly, as if that would require about as much effort as picking up dinner from the specific restaurant that was just a little out of the way — sure, some effort, but definitely nothing too daunting. (Binghe really was so effortlessly cool! — Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but note.) “And shizun wouldn’t be happy if I poked someone’s eyes out on his behalf.” If it was anyone else, Shen Qingqiu would take this as a joke: like, oh, that’s the only thing that’s preventing you? But… no matter how sweet his Binghe was… he was still very much the protagonist who conquered the Endless Abyss. “Mn, please don’t do that,” Shen Qingqiu said seriously.

(me, writing this: im like dropping hints that sqq is still fundamentally comfortable with binghe despite being shook by the realization that he was being romanced!)

The first outline for this scene btw was just:

Sqq: sorry we can't be in a romantic relationship Lbh, dramatically: OK but I want to be the most important person in your life >:T Sqq, relieved: oh why didn't you just say so, okay In their thoughts, both: I don't think he understands what 'romantic relationship' means...

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As for other things:

SQQ will not be learning about the plant body thing for a while yet. I know where I would put it, but I'm as of yet unsure if I'm going to write that instalment. For the sequel, SQQ will not get his memories unlocked until very late into the plot. Watsonian explanation is that he will not have the time to watch like 6 years of memory-TV straight, and if he asks the System to show him something, he has to at least know it happened. Doylist explanation is that he will have enough problems for me to maintain tension level even without him being fucked up about putting Binghe through his fake death :) and so I'd rather save it for a moment where it could be a major tension point of its own.

The System did not simulate the other world for long enough for "SY" to come back there, and even if it did, it would be like. a chatgpt version of SY. Plus the way i described how system's saved memories work, it'd be more like how SQQ experienced SJ's memories in the dream realm, and not as if he had actually lived the events. (And honestly SY living through coming back to find Binghe gone would be too angsty for me. I like things balanced between hurty and comforty.) (But also every time I think about how this au could be used to set up a spare SY!SQQ and I've decided against it, I imagine this:

sorry binggy)

Lastly, the cucumberplane friendship is on the menu, and so is the 1 braincell trio know-the-future club shenanigans ;D

#a transmigrator and a time traveler #svsss #bingqiu #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #charismaticdragonwrites

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poisonioushearts · 1 year

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The Un-unbirthday Party

Characters: Heartslabyul (some are there more than others but they all speak)

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: Not proof read

Synopsis/tags: I had this idea while lying in bed and contemplating my life choices, fluff, slight angst, no use of y/n, reader is ramshackle prefect, you can guess the ending, takes place after book 1 but book 2 hasn't started yet

Notes: First time posting a fic on here so please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading!, tried to make this aesthetically pleasing to look at lmao

Do not repost, reblog only(if you enjoyed reading do reblog it helps with motivation)

Word count: 800+ (I skimmed to count so I don't know the exact number)

It was a cycle.

Go to school. Keep Grim in line. Get dragged into trouble by your friends. Go back to Ramshackle exhausted because some bird insisted on you doing something to repay him because of he is 'oh so generous'.

Ha.

You realized one day that time was really flying by because as you were rearranging things in the main room and trying to clean stuff up the ghosts popped up.

"Sheehee, hello there prefect."

You jumped, startled. The picture you were adjust on the wall almost slipped from your fingers and you fumbled to catch it.

You sighed, "Hello. There something you need?"

"No." One of them responded.

"But we do have a question." Another added.

"Sure," you put the picture on the floor and faced the ghosts, "What is it?"

"Is it true your birthday is in a week from today?"

You hummed in thought, pulling out the phone that Crowley lent you out of his graciousness (whatever) and you check the date.

Sure enough your birthday was to be in exactly one week from today.

"Seems like it yeah," You answered nonchalantly, "Why do you-" looking up from the bright screen you saw that the ghosts had just vanished. "Okayy?"

Shrugging off the encounter you put your phone back in your pocket and picked the picture up again.

"Henchmen!"

"Gah!" You yelped and the object crashed to the floor, a sure sound of something breaking made you internally groan.

"What now Grim?"

"Why didn't you tell me your birthday is coming up?"

You tilted your head, "I never told you when my birthday was."

"I- ah-" he stuttered over his words, "I overheard you speaking to the ghosts about it! Not because I was curious about why you didn't say when your birthday was but because I was just in the area at the time and I am curious."

You chuckled, "Of course. I wouldn't have thought any differently."

"So..." He trailed off, and knowing Grim he wouldn't let it go until he had an answer.

"Well," you started, walking away from the shattered picture and towards you kitchen for a glass of water. "I guess there's more so two reasons. Reason one: I haven't really thought about it. Being here has kept me running everywhere so I guess I haven't had much time to think. And two..." You trailed off, staring into the cup of water, fingers tightening around the glass, "I suppose I'm trying to avoid it."

"Wah!?" The cat sputtered from his spot on the floor, he quickly crawled to your leg and climbed until he was sprawled across your shoulders. "Why would you avoid your birthday?!"

You sighed, "Because the people I usually spend it with aren't here." Finally you decided to take a sip of the water, it's coolness helping your parched throat only by a little. "My family and friends back home...they...I..." You stopped talking for fear of the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Oh..." He trailed off. The cat was at a loss for words. You? His henchmen- without your family on one of the most important days of the year? No. He wouldn't have it. Not for his henchmen.

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It's been a week and today was your birthday, although it didn't feel any different from any other days at Night Raven College, you knew that this day is different.

You weren't home. You wouldn't see your family or friends and as the days passed it felt as if Crowley wasn't even trying to get you home.

Like the other days your mind was on autopilot as you went from class to class, the day was beginning to mush and blur together.

There was one part of the day you were excited for however, and that was the Unbirthday party Heartslabyul was hosting in the evening. It was the one thing that seemed to be good in your day as you treked from class to class and tried not to fall asleep in Trein's lessons.

At the moment it was Lunch time and you were silently eating your food while you listened to your friends talk.

"So," Deuce faced you, "You still coming to the ah-Unbirthday Party later?"

You nodded with a smile, "Wouldn't miss the chance for free food." Your friends chuckled in response as you finished up your lunch.

Although you could definitely feel something was off with your Heartslabyul friends you didn't say anything. You didn't know why but you just brushed this moment off and hoped they hadn't gotten into any trouble.

Your hopes were thankfully answered. (You didn't know this though)

"So, prefect. Anything interesting going on today?"

You raised a brow at the sudden question and opened you mouth to speak and faltered when Ace suddenly yelped, as if he had been elbowed in the side.

"What was that for?" Ace hissed as he faced the boy next to him who just wordlessly stared at him.

They say in silence for a few long minutes before you looked at the cafeteria clock.

"Well I don't know what's going on with you to and I swear if you got into some type of trouble." You stood up with your tray, "I will murder you."

"Oh nothing-"

"It's just that-"

"We didn't do anything we swear!"

You gave them an incredulous look as they stood with their trays, "...okay..."

As the day went on they just acted more and more suspicious. They must have done something to be acting like this!

Throughout the classes you had one(or both) of them with, Deuce would shuffle in his seat nervously and stutter over his words and Ace was... semi-normal. He didn't insult you as much as usual though which made you very suspicious because he never once made fun of Grim-who has been awfully quiet for the most of the day as he clung to your shoulders.

'What is going on?'

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Finally the school day had come to a close, and you were currently attempting to get ready for the un-unbirthday party.

But it seemed like you had nothing.

The outfit that Riddle had given you when you first went was kind of ruined from trying to run away from Trey and Carter, for it had gotten caught on the rose bushes. But it didn't seem like you had much of a choice. At least it wasn't that torn? It was noticable but not terrible.

You just hoped that the dorm leader would let this slide- knowing him before his overblot, you would surly loose your head.

You fiddles with the sleeves nervously as your shoes clacked in the quiet halls of the college. Grim had already left while you were getting ready, insisting that he, the great Grim, could take care of himself.

You gave him the benefit of the doubt and now you were walking in the halls alone.

You didn't think your birthday was terrible so far. Not much homework, Grim was cooperative, and you got the change to go to a party- even if it wasn't yours. You'd say it was a pretty decent day, but at times you couldn't stop thinking about your home.

What could they be doing? Did they miss you? Did they think you went missing or died?

The questions were endless and you attempted to push them out of your mind. You wanted to focus on your friends and the Unbirthday party today. You didn't want to worry anyone with your troubles.

You finally stood in front of the steps to the mirror. Your foot hovered over the steps when someone suddenly stumbled out of the mirror.

"Deuce?" Said boy stumbled down the steps and you moved out of the way so you wouldn't get crushed and you caught him before he could faceplant into the floor.

"Oh-ah- hey there prefect!" He straightened out and your arms fell to your sides.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't you be at the party?" You asked, gesturing to the mirror.

"Well actually I came to get you! Um, Carter and I."

You tilted your head, "Carter's with you?"

"Yep, mhm. So we should probably wait for him."

"But you just said you came to get me, and I am here so..." You took a step towards the mirror but a hand on your wrist stopped you.

"Well we should probably wait because he doesn't know your here yet! He could end up going to you dorm only to realize you're not there so we should totally wait."

You didn't pull away from his grip, "Totally..."

Not to long later after a long awkward silence, Carter appeared.

"Ah prefect! There you are! Glad we found you."

You deadpanned, "I've been standing here for a while."

He ignored your comment, "Come on let's go- wait." He stopped and looked at your outfit before frowning, "It's ripped."

"Yeah I know... But I didn't have anything else."

He waved his hand, "Not a problem let me just..." He took out his pen and with a flick of his wrist, your outfit had been repaired to it's previous state, with just a little more...'pizazz'.

"Oh!" You looked at yourself and one of the previously ripped parts and hummed, "Thanks Carter!"

"Not a problem prefect! Can't have you looking like a mess at your-"

"At the Unbirthday party!" Deuce suddenly shouted, his voice an octave higher than normal.

"Oh yes, Riddle would not have been pleased." Carter agreed.

"Well then I believe he also would not be pleased if we are late yes? Let's go."

"Ahh, not just yet." Carter stepped into your path.

You frowned, "Why not?"

"Well... preparations have not yet finished up and we had a uh... incident. I came to get Deuce for the extra help. I'll text you when we are ready!"

Before you could utterly another word Carter had already grabbed your classmates wrist and disappeared in the mirror.

You blinked.

"Okay then...might as well go to the library and try to do some research..."

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The gardens were quiet, the roses red glistening with fresh red paint, the only sounds being your shoes against the pavement as you walked into the gardens to get to the main area.

Minutes ago you had gotten the text from Carter saying that they were ready for you.

What did that even mean? It's an Unbirthday party they are meant for well-everyone.

You looked from from the roses, to the trees, and to the cloudless sky.

It was nice, the quiet and the serene nature. You felt almost at peace.

No cat complaining about the school work.

No friends getting themselves into trouble.

Just yourself on this nice and simple day. Your birthday.

And cake.

But that would be later.

You had finally come to the same old space in the garden where the party's were held. Tables were set and silverware shone when hit by the sun's rays.

But where was everyone?

The place was empty not a single soul in sight. You pulled out your phone with a frown, re-reading Carter's message. They should all be here by now...

Something collided with your body and you crashed to the ground with a yelp, your phone slipping from your fingers.

"Ow..." You groaned, attempting to sit up, about to hit your attacker when you paused. "Ace? What the hell what was for?"

He only smirked and helped you to your feet before pulling an item from behind his back and placing it on your head.

"Happy birthday prefect."

What?

At that moment the students came filing out from where they hid, greeting you with a smile and 'happy birthday' before taking seats at the tables.

"What? But- how?"

"Grim and the ghosts." Riddle appeared beside you, "The cat gave Trey quite a fright. Luckily he wasn't holding anything but a tray, unfortunately, that tray will filled with treats which hit the floor. Grim had no problem cleaning them up and he told Trey in muffled words that your birthday was coming up."

"I went to Riddle and he told your friends." Trey smiled as you turned to meet his eyes, "It was Riddle's idea to push the Unbirthday for another day and have this be, in other words, a surprise birthday party. Happy birthday prefect." He handed you a small wrapped box and you could barley stutter out a thank you.

You were shocked and happy.

And on the verge of tears(but they didn't need to know that).

You smiled, straightening the ridiculous and nostalgic hat on your head as Deuce wished you a happy birthday and Carter pulled you close for a picture(after he handed you your phone which was somewhere in the grass after Ace tackled you).

"Then I guess it's an un-unbirthday party." You joked. "Thank you guys."

This is one moment you wouldn't trade for anything. Not even a ticket home.

Because at the moment, this was the now.

This was your home.

Whether temporary or permanent.

No matter how much chaos you get into with those guys- you wouldn't have it any other way.

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gendervapor14 · 3 months

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Hi there! Thank you so much for all your wonderful fics. Im slowly making my way through reading all of them and they are all. So. Good. I look forward to my nightly routine of pulling up one of your fics to read before bed : ). Anyways Saw u reblogged that post about undercover corazon meeting marine bellemere. How do you personally think thatd go? Im interested to hear your take!

FBAGBBGEANGSJJSJDG ?? ! ??

thank you so much oh my GOD i'm so touched??? every time i reread this ask a little part of me goes to heaven this is so nice this is curing every illness in my body it's healing my soul it's watering my crops

THANK YOU ♥♥♥ i'm so fucking happy you like my stories... i swear some of the stuff that comes out of my hands is just absurd so i'm unbelievably comforted by this

as for undercover marine corazon meeting bell-mere: this has been plaguing me for as long as i started shipping these two. which was as soon as i joined the fandom lmao. recently i've tried to plan a solid story structure for a potential wip but i'm still drawing blanks:

the issue is on me. for some reason, sometimes i have a difficult time bending canon around, and in order for these two to meet, canon would have to get a little twisted. even if we don't put ages into account, he was in the north blue as a donquixote pirate, and she was in the east blue as a marine, so she wasn't really moving around much, and neither was he? and it's awfully difficult to get from the east to the north. if we're playing strictly canon, she deserted the navy when she was about 20, so rosinante was 19, not even undercover yet.

right now, i think my current plan for them meeting is probably going to be when he's 25/26, so she'd be 27-ish. he'd be on the run with law. maybe he hears about this wonderful hospital in the east blue. they sneak onto some sort of government ship that needs to cross from north to east so they can make that jump. (his devil fruit makes being a stowaway pretty simple) they make it to the east blue. make it to the hospital. unsurprisingly, it's a bust. they hardly have any supplies left, any food. he goes to the nearest archipelago for a meal and some temporary shelter. lands on cocoyashi. and that's probably where they'd run into each other. i think it'd be fun if they had some history, too. maybe i could do this as a follow-up from let me kill your demons. if i decided to give that fic a happy ending XD

otherwise, i'm still trying to concoct another AU where they DO meet while she's a marine. i could just say "fuck it" and ignore the timeline for the sake of a quick, humorous little oneshot. i feel like she'd embody the kombucha girl meme looking at his corazon disguise.

anyway god sorry this is a lot of words THANK YOU SO MUCH for all of this ♥♥♥ sending you my best wishes

#thank you for the ask!!#donquixote rosinante #corazon one piece #bellemere #bell mère #corabelle #corabell #one piece fanfiction

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I'm having Lil Bat and Silver's twin thoughts again.

To be fair, I've had some of these on the back burner waiting since October/November/December haha I totally didn't forget that I did not send them before haha haha.

I'm gonna do some retconning for my previous brain rots.

Vanrouge(Name) pretty much has the same backstory in the other Vanrouge(name) brain rots I sent in this and this (I think, idk they could be the wrong ones)

a as brief as I am capable of TLDR for those two posts because they are long and made while brainrotting, so they might be hard to read lmao (plus some bits I added because I feel like they add a bit more to them idk help): Lil Bat was a sick child; who grew up separated from their brother because of the nurse's fear of them getting even sicker because of their brother's carelessness leading them both to become distant from each other and making Lil Bat long for freedom which then prompts them to start traveling once they get older and strong enough where they aren't sick constantly anymore, so that way even if they do eventually die of sickness or some other reason they won't have any possible regrets (for the most part)

ok so in the Neverending Halloween Event, which I didn't 100% complete, and I am still mad at myself because I am bad at time management, Silver says that in his childhood, he and his father (Lilia) lived in a little cabin in the woods and his father (Lilia) would be out traveling for months at a time leaving Silver alone during that time, and now I need to add some things.

Imagine Lilia never really staying anywhere long during his time as a general, one reason because of his job having to go off to fight many battles, and the other being the fact that he is a free spirit who seems to be physically incapable of being tied down unless he wills it; after his retirement as general and even as he started taking care of Malleus, he would go out traveling and would bring back souvenirs for Malleus, ( Malleus says in the Fireworks event that Lilia got him souvenir flags). None of this changed when Silver and his beloved twin came into the picture.

Imagine that when Lilia found Silver and his twin, they were holding each other's hand, as though they refused to be separated, and after he took them in, they were very close during childhood. They both took care of each other, even with their own curses of sleep individually; they relied on each other when they were alone, and it seemed like they were going to stay like that forever; they cleaned together, learned how to make edible food together so that they could avoid accidentally dying from food poisoning after consuming their fathers cooking, slept in the same room and sometimes shared a bed when one had a nightmare and didn't want to be alone, they had a structured routine that they would do to take care of the place that they lived in yet flexible enough that it accommodated for both of their sleeping curses if one or both of them fell asleep or passed out then the schedule wouldn't be affected that much.

During their childhood, Lilia started teaching them swordsmanship, though Silver seemed to enjoy it more than his twin did, it just wasn't that fun or enjoyable for them, and it seemed that it was tedious for them; Lilia noticed this and stopped getting (Name) to join them. Initially, they were happy with this and didn't mind that much, though they quickly started feeling left out. Their father was out traveling a lot + his job as the princes retainer and would come back in small periods to check up on them, when he did he spent a lot of his time with them training, and since they were no longer training with them, the time they spent with their father decreased significantly.

They didn't feel much jealousy or envy for their brother though, they were happy that their brother had time to bond with their dad and plus it's not like Lilia didn't spend time with them, and as a even bigger plus they had all the time in the world to spend with their brother when their father left.

One night during one of their father's visits, just as they both were about to fall asleep in their respective beds, (name) heard their brother tell them that they wanted to become a knight and that he was gonna talk to their father about it in the morning. They didn't think much about it and was just happy that their brother figured out what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. In the morning, Silver told their father. Their father was shocked, but (Name) could tell he was happy.

It was not long before Silver started to officially train at the palace; he initially seemed nervous, asking his twin if they could come with him. This wouldn't be his first time going to the palace or their grounds; when they were both toddlers that were this close to doing something that would get them killed, Lilia would often bring them along to the palace so he could do his job as a retainer and make sure his children didn't die prematurely at the same time, (name) thought that their brother was simply just not used to being without their presence yet. (Name) agreed anyway, and Silver promptly asked Lilia if they could bring his twin, to which Lilia also agreed.

Their time visiting the palace had been nothing but pleasant; they enjoyed watching their brother have fun. It was nice to see him befriend a half-fae who was kind of mean with hair that they would later learn to describe as radioactive named Sebek, who was two years younger than them, and all the servants were nice to them and were more than willing to help. That was until one day, they got bored, and the hallway leading to other parts of the palace looked really tempting; they slipped away and started walking through; nothing new, just an unending hallway. They heard some talking, and although they knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, they couldn't help it.

What they heard genuinely shocked them; some of the palace maids were complaining about them, how it was a shame that the retired general had such a useless child, how they were holding their brother back with their presence; at least Silver was doing something to help the royal family, there was more complaining about anything and everything about them. In hindsight, it was baseless gossip, but it could be more than true to their little child mind.

They wanted to cry, felt humiliated, and just ran, the servants in question probably saw them and knew they heard it, but they didn't try to comfort or chase after them. After a while of running, they went into a random room and just hid, not wanting to be seen or found. Did they want to be found? Was what they said true? Is that why their father doesn't as much time with them? Because he sees them as a failure, as useless? Sebek had previously said something like that to them, but they didn't listen because they didn't realize it. They thought he was just mean. Does their aunt/uncle also think of them like that?

They stayed like that for what felt like forever before being found, and when they were found, it wasn't by anyone they knew. They were found by a fae with horns with an appearance similar to the prince. They were confused and shocked after finding the child, yet they attempted to comfort them. They were awkward; they obviously had never interacted with a child before, especially a human one who was also crying. Nonetheless, their comfort attempts had worked, and they had calmed down enough to confide in the fae. They had talked for a while, and after hearing the cause of the human's tears, the fae had apologized for the two maids' behavior, telling them that they were just old fae clinging onto their youth with nothing better to do than hurt an innocent child. They had very quickly become close. Silver's twin had tried to get the Fae's name, but they seemed hesitant to tell them, so Silver's twin dropped it for a while and waited to ask them again, however before they were able to ask again the horned fae asked where their parent(s) was, Silver's twin answered the training area and the fae helped calm their swollen eyes before escorting them back to the training area and disappeared.

(Name) returned to the seat they sat in before they left and continued watching their brother train; it seemed like what just happened was a nasty nightmare that turned into a pleasant dream, and it seemed that no time had passed since they left with neither their brother nor their father seeming to notice or acknowledge their brief disappearance.

Once they returned to the cabin they called home, (Name) couldn't stop thinking about what happened that day, and despite the words that the fae had said to comfort them, they still thought and considered the words the maids had said. Nonetheless, they slipped away In search of the fae they conversed with the next time they returned to the palace to accompany Silver. They did eventually find them in the garden and they continued their conversations becoming closer.

The two kept meeting, even finding and tending to an injured bird they found in the garden. That was until Silver told them that he felt comfortable at the palace and that they no longer needed to accompany them after today. So when Draconia(Name) and Silver's twin met that day, they bid farewell and promised to write to each other. They did write to each other regularly, their conversations carried through by the letters. Eventually, Silver's visits to the palace got longer and longer, hours turned into days, and then days turned into weeks, cementing the idea in his twin's mind that they really were holding him back and that if that one of the things they heard was right, then the other things must be right.

Silver's twin was shocked to learn of their friend's bloodline during the NRC dorm assignment but was glad that they were in the same dorm and could see each other again. They both were very awkward around each other; the last time they had seen each other in person was when the human was a child, and they were both more talkative on paper than in person. They both have phones now and most of their conversations take place there.

Back to Vanrouge(Name) I think that they knew their brother now preferred his cabin but were always shocked whenever they didn't see him around the estate anymore; they always saw him around, through the window when he was training or just taking a walk, in the library, during dinner, etc... and now that he wasn't there, it just felt lonely.

One day they returned from a long exhausting, and very stressful trip, and they were half asleep ready to just eat dinner and pass out on their bed; they entered the dining room after asking one of the servants to prepare their food, and to their surprise, their brother was there.

They sat down and started eating their food as their brother started talking about something; about what? They weren't paying much attention; they were just nodding and eating. Eventually, their brother asked a question, and they nodded, and the (onesided) conversation ceased. Lil Bat finished their meal, and as they were getting up to head back to their room, their brother also got up and rushed over to them; grabbing their hand, he dragged them from the house to his cabin. Lil bat, though, who was not paying attention to what they had agreed to, was very confused and mildly scared. Did he notice that they weren't paying attention to what he was saying? Although he no longer lives in the mansion, he's still technically the head of the family. Is he kicking them out? shit shit shit shit- wait isn't that his cabin? why did he take them here again?

When they got into the cabin Lilia let them go and left into one of the rooms, they walked over to the couch and sat on it, noting that it was comfortable and a few seconds later Lilia walked out holding two babies and gave them one.

A baby...?

Their brother did mention something about children... did he? they were cursing at themself for not paying attention to what he was saying earlier; nonetheless, he had two children. Children...? did he get married? that would explain moving to the cabin, but why weren't they invited to the wedding? Did he get eloped? that would also make sense... these children are human, aren't they? So their sister-in-law must be human. Where is she? Wait- these children are humans? But if he had children with a human, wouldn't the children be half-fae...? where did he get the children? Step-children maybe? If so where is his wife? is she out? Did he steal these children? Dear seven... they weren't awake enough for this shit.

"I think they like you" was what drew them out of their thoughts; they snapped their head away from the child in their arms whose hands were making grabbing motions at them towards the voice, their brother, who laughed at their reaction he told them that one day as he was living his best life he found two abandoned children and he couldn't just leave them there so now they're his children.

I feel like Lil Bat would babysit for Lilia, if we go with my previous hobby hc's for Lil Bat I can see Lil Bat teaching Silver's twin how to paint and letting a child Silver's twin sit on their lap as they painted, it was messy but the child enjoyed it and liked being close to them.

I can also see Lil Bat popping up out of nowhere like it's 12AM, and Lil Bat would just enter and pass out on the couch because it was closer than the estate and would stay for like 2 days. Also, Lil Bat would 100% tell Silver's twin bedtime stories about their travels and the tales they previously heard of to help them fall asleep, and I can see them sitting and talking at night because Silver's twin couldn't fall asleep.

Also, I can imagine Lil Bat and Draconia meeting during a gala; Lil Bat was bored and was way too tired of pretending to be interested in what others were saying, so they escaped into the garden, where they found a horned fae child just vibing. Since the child was very obviously of Draconia bloodline, they very cautiously approached and asked the child why they were sitting alone out there and not inside with their family, to which they got the response, "I was told to stay here until the gala was over as to not tarnish the Draconia's reputation."

Lil Bat's first reaction was, "Oh shit" and recalled that there was some drama with an illegitimate child being born along with some outrage, the whole thing was pretty dumb in their opinion and very messy, but they always felt bad for the child as they did not ask to be born in this situation. The conversation had ceased, and the air was pretty awkward. The silence was deafening until Vanrouge(Name) asked how life was in the palace; they didn't know why they asked that it was the first thing that came to mind. The child stayed quiet for a moment before saying, "Um... it's not bad... Miss Leah is nice. She takes care of me." a look of anger appeared on Vanrouges face before turning neutral, and a small smile appeared "Yeah? tell me about her" and so the innocent child did, they talked about all the thing's Miss Leah did, how safe they felt around her, and how they wished for more people to think like she does and Vanrouge listen.

They went on for a while before adding, "...but the others-" "They aren't as nice, are they?" the older fae said "No... I don't understand it." Vanrouge took a sip of their wine and let out, "Agh! ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉˢ ʰᵒʳʳᶦᵇˡᵉ ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ? Anyways... Don't listen to them; they're old and decrepit, rude and inconsiderate, clinging onto their youth- pathetic if you ask me. Nothing better to do than hurt a young, innocent child." The child looked at them. "No, really, they've probably never left the Valley. Never able to change their world views because they've never been challenged, staying as insufferable their whole life" The older fae laughed, "pitiful is it not?" "you've been outside the Valley" The child inquired; it seemed they had the child's attention. "Yes, I have. I've been almost everywhere; I've met many people, some nice, some mean; it's a mixed bag. Would you like to know some places I've been to?" The young fae nodded, "If it's not a bother." They stayed walking in the garden, Vanrouge telling the illegitimate Draconia child of their travel with the young fae asking questions every so often for hours, only stopping when the gala had long ended, and Vanrouge(Name) could only assume Miss Leah was looking for the child as they had wandered into the labyrinth while talking. "Oh... It seems that we're lost in the labyrinth... My apologizes" "No, it's okay. I know the way back." The child said in reply to the older fae's musings. "Well then! lead the way then, my liege." Once the pair had escaped the maze, the calls for the child by Miss Leah could be heard the older fae had bid their farewells and started to walk away before the hem of their sleeve had been tugged on. They looked back. "Um... is it alright if you visit again...? I would like to hear more..." the child asked, clearly nervous at the possible rejection. Vanrouge hummed, "Of course" they crouched down to look them in the eyes. "I would also love to write to you if you allow it, as I am not often in the Valley of Thorns; I could inform you of my next visit." The child's eyes sparkled, and nodded, "Okay!" The bat fae laughed, "Great, who should I address it to?" "Draconia(Name)" the child replied

Since then, they would write to each other regularly, with Vanrouge(name) writing about their travels and Draconia(Name) would write questions about the places they visited and would confide in the older fae. During their in-person visits, Vanrouge(Name) would give them personalized souvenirs of things they thought or knew the young Draconia would like. When they learned of their niece/nephew and the Draconia's correspondence, they were pleasantly surprised, glad that the precious children they cared for deeply became friends and could confide in each other as they both had their own burdens. sorry for this being so long. This has been sitting for a while, and I didn't want to just forget it all, so it was better to just let it all out at once lmao

waaaa more lil bat and twin silver!! gotta love the black sheep fae family <33

imagining how heartbroken twin!silver would feel after being told that they weren't needed to go to the castle with silver anymore. they continue the routine they set up with him but suddenly it doesn't work because there's only one of them :((

and and them meeting draconia!(name) in the castle and becoming friends :OO + vanrouge!(name)!!! ugh i love them

#a pompk answers #black sheep #a randomeroacher's rambles

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darkerthanblack-666 · 1 year

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About my fic "Frozen"...

One of the posts of the series "no one asked", but I just need to release my thoughts into the void. Beware, spoilers incoming. If you still want to read it, don't bother with this post. Here's the fic if you're interested.

I'm not going to explain why I chose that song as a theme (you can read it in my fic comments if you're interested), because when I talk about something personal I don't like repeating myself (I wasn't in a good emotional state when I wrote it, either... for reasons I won't explain).

The topic I want to talk about is the tarot card I used there, it was three tarot cards in particular. The Fool, The Devil, and Death. The first two are very nice cards, but I'm going to talk about the last one here, because I find its symbolic and the topic it's related to very fascinating (I think it might be my favorite card in general, because I'm the local edgelady lmao).

First, I'll share the image of the card from my deck:

It's of course the death itself above the grave with the remains in it. There's a cat person (because the whole deck is cats) walking away from it.

The meaning of the card is transformation. Something dies, so something else has to start. The cycle of death and revival. NOT the actual death, so if you get that in your reading it rarely means something like that, usually it's the end of something. It has to die for something else to grow. It might be an intense, but beneficial change.

The zodiac sign associated with this card is Scorpio (which I have a huge mental boner for, like everyone knows already, I can never shut up about my Mars in Scorpio 😂) and its number is XIII, so it's pretty cool.

Now, on topic of my fic. The whole transformation into a vampire is literally dying and being revived as something else, something better, right? Your old, human shell has to die in order for a better being to grow out of it. First, Joel dies and Samy gets Taz (who's already a vampire) to revive him as one of his kind. He joins them, because he doesn't want to leave them (or be left alone), he's attached to his friends this much. That's one of the ways Death manifests itself in this fic.

Another one is Joel's suicide. He kills himself because of his broken heart and when he turns into a vampire, he's no more that sweet and sensitive man. He gets cold, humans are just food and sexual toys to him, he cuts himself off his emotional side. It's beneficial to him in a way, because he isn't in emotional pain anymore. Even Samy wants to keep Aleksi away from Joel, because his presence messes with his head. He wants to protect his friend from getting hurt again (especially after Aleksi says mean things about Joel... of course he has good reasons, but Samy knows Joel's past and he's protective over his friend's feelings).

One more meaning of Death is how it changes Aleksi. He's a very carefree, enthusiastic intern at a newspaper, wants to get a promotion and write something amazing that would get him the actual journalist job, so he risks a lot. He's The Fool, who plays with The Devil (Joel), which ends up in his own metaphorical Death when Joel almost kills him after biting him for the second time and drinking too much of his blood. When he wakes up, it's in his warm bed, with Joel being suddenly very soft with him and opening up about the trauma that caused him to become that emotionally "frozen" person.

In the end he promises to try to be nicer. It doesn't end with great love confessions, but with them agreeing to work on their issues together and treating each other with respect. It's a subtle, but very positive ending, because difficult relationships require work, not grand emotional displays and ignoring the issues.

So, that's basically it. I really like this fic and even if it's not popular (idk why tbh 😅), it's one of my favorites. If someone read all of my babbling until this point, thank you 💖

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#dude i have noticed that you tend to see catra’s blue eye when she’s being nice to adora and her yellow eye when she’s being mean

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Catradora 32!

There was a time when the sight of Catra tearing across a field toward her, as fast as her agile body would go, was terrifying—exhilirating, too, even then, but definitely terrifying. It wasn't even that long ago, though so much had happened in that time that it felt like years.

Nowadays, it just meant that Adora was about to get deeply, joyfully, comprehensively kissed.

They'd been separated overnight, which was rare, but She-Ra was suddenly needed in Plumeria and Catra was up to her ears in an irrigation project in Salineas—just the sort of tangle she had proven to be especially good at. It was far into the morning before Adora had a chance to beg Glimmer to transport her back to Salineas.

She had come in She-Ra form, dirt and scratches and all, for exactly this reason—she knew Catra was going to throw herself at Adora like a missile. And she did, throwing her shovel down and cutting her own annoyed-sounding instructions to a Salinean off mid-sentence.

Adora caught her and spun, laughing, then lost her balance and hit the dirt on her back, her "oof!" muffled by Catra's mouth. On the ground under Catra's weight, Adora let She-Ra melt away, and wrapped her own comparatively smaller arms around Catra as tight as she could.

Only after a long minute of greedy, relentless kissing, in which Adora gave as good as she got, did they come up for air.

"Hey, Adora," Catra purred, propped up above her. Muddy and mussed and haloed by sunlight, she was maybe the most beautiful thing Adora had ever seen.

"Hey, Catra," Adora said, sitting up and gathering Catra into her lap. "Miss me?"

"Pfft, as if," Catra said, and leaned in for another kiss, this one soft and lingering. Adora thought she might melt into a puddle.

"Now get up," Catra said, suddenly brisk as she got to her feet and pulled Adora up after her. "We've got ditches to dig."

Adora groaned and followed, lacing their fingers together as they walked.

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Griddlehark snippet

Yes, my brain insisted on writing this today instead of ANY of the prompts in my inbox. -_- This is set in some hypothetical future where everyone is alive and back in their own bodies.

“You don’t sleep in the cavalier bed?” Palamedes asked, raising an eyebrow at the undisturbed covers of the little cot at the foot of the bed.

Gideon snorted, not looking up from sharpening her sword. “I would rather die—again—than sleep at Harrowhark Nonagesimus’ feet like a dog.”

Palamedes glanced around and saw no sign of any other pallet or bed. “Then where do you sleep?”

Gideon chuckled and raised her voice, yelling into the other room. “Hey Harrow, where do I sleep?”

“Usually on top of me, crushing my frail, helpless body like the brute you are!”

“This from the girl with an actual quota of cuddles I have to reach before she will let me out of the bed—"

“That was one time!”

“That was four times and counting, Reverend Daughter.”

A hissing noise from the other room. “Maybe tonight you’ll sleep on the floor.”

“It’ll be softer than your knife-like elbows and knees!”

“At least I don’t bring a literal sword to bed.”

“ANYMORE.”

“That is a low blow.”

“So blow me lower.”

“You’re disgusting, Nav.”

“That’s not what you said last night.”

“I didn’t say anything last night— ”

“That’s right, your mouth was otherwise occupied.”

Harrow slammed the door shut between them.

“Does that answer your question?” Gideon said, smiling broadly.

“More than I ever wanted it to," Palamedes said dryly, "and a lot of other questions besides.”

111 notes - Posted July 28, 2022

It's interesting, the nearly opposite views Harrow and Gideon have of Marshall Crux. To Gideon he is a bully and implacable enemy, a nasty, mean old man who literally delights in hurting her—emotionally, physically, whatever he has available.

But to Harrow he is a loyal retainer, one of only two or three people living who cares about her, and probably the ONLY person who actually HELPS her. He is her invaluable right hand and a true source of emotional support, someone who has been her literal nursemaid when she needed one.

And they're both right. Crux is both of these things, both of these people. Personally I hate his guts (and I imagine that people like, oh, Ortus and Glaurica and the shuttle pilot do too), but I can’t blame Harrow for having a very different view of him. He’s an entirely different person for her. Even if she knows what else he is, and she almost certainly does, how can she hate him when he’s been there for her so much more than anyone else?

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My dash did an amazing thing. @johannas-motivational-insults thank you for unwittingly playing a part in this

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My #1 post of 2022

My friend is so close to being done with Gideon the Ninth and I’m losing my mind

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peachyaliien · 1 year

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For the sentimental asks, all questions with a 1 in it please. :-) ❤️❤️❤️

Hiii!! I hope you are doing well! 😊❤️

Also thank you for the ask! I totally forgot I had this post in my drafts (like many others but shhh) and decided to post it because why not?

1 - What’s the last recipe you tried? Blueberry pancakes!! 10 - What did your childhood bedroom look like? Uhm... bland and messy. It wasn't really a child's bedroom since it was a pretty complicated time. But I remember having this big, (and a bit ugly), lion plushie where I could sit on it and I had a Winnie the Pooh blanket on the bed, that's all I remember. 11 - Are there any recurring themes in your dreams? For some reasons, turning into a werewolf. But often it's the feeling of being powerless in front of things that are happening in front of me. 12 - Any good memories from this time of year? Good memories... hmm, maybe not from this time of year, holidays are just... sad for me. Overall I had a lot of fics ideas (just gotta write them oops). I also improved a bit in digital art which is fun. I feel like I got closer to my irl friends and I get along very well with a new coworker. I'm just trying my best. :') 13 - What do you like about yourself? For my physique, I love my hands, my hair and my eyes. Personnality wise, I would say... my imagination and my kindness. I don't really know what else to say on that. 14- What’s your favorite food from what you grew up eating at home? Poutine! ♥ But I grew up eating a lot of fish too, mostly cod, it's so good. 15- How do you show affection? I'm a very touchy and affectionnate girl with people I love and trust. Hugs, handholding... Physical touch is very important to me, just like words of affirmation. But to be honest, the 5 love languages fits me very well lmao. 16- What have you been listening to? Name one song from each of your 5 recently played albums: American Pie by Don McLean // Footloose by Blake Shelton // Welcome to my Life by Simple Plan // A Thousand Years by Christina Perri // Istanbul by ParticleMen // Rock you like an Hurricane by Scorpions 17- Do you like the name your parents gave you? Are you named after anyone? Do you have any nicknames? I love the name I have, as for if i'm named after anyone- not really. Nicknames? I got a LOT! 18- What does your dream home look like? Not too small, not too big, just enough. I imagine it cozy, with some fantasy-like decoration, plants and succulents a bit everywhere, in almost each pieces. Paint would be warm colours, to make the place feels like home and welcoming. I imagine putting some paintings around the place as well, as well as having a place of my own where I can do my art and crafts. I'd like a dog too, or even a cat- or both and maybe a reptile friend as well. I could go on and on for each pieces but i'll stop there ahaha. 19 - What’s the name of your first crush or first friend? I won't say their full names, but for my first friend, her name started with J, as for my first crush I ever had, his name started with D. 21- What songs were you obsessed with last year? Savages by Marina and the Diamonds // Killer Queen by Queen // Horns by Bryce Fox // Hey Brother by Avicii // Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd // Miss Missing You by Fall Out Boy 31- A lyric that feels like it was written specifically for you/about you:

"I know it's hard to tell how mixed up you feel Hoping what you need is behind every door Each time you get hurt, I don't want you to change Because everyone has hopes, you're human after all"

"Please don't go, I want you to stay I'm begging you please, please don't leave here I don't want you to hate; For all the hurt that you feel, The world is just illusion, trying to change you"

- VNV Nation, Illusion (I couldn't choose between those two part so here is both)

41- What was your dream job as a kid? Who didn't want to be a veterinary as a kid? Surely not me, I wanted to become one so badly! Or even work to protect endangered animals, like lions and rhinos. But as I grew up I discovered the real jobs vets does and I am too sensitive for that even if I love animals a lot. :')

Thank you again for the ask!

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1nfine77 · 4 months

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i was going through my dream journal and apparently i had a weird/interesting, albeit brief, dream on the night of the 20th/morning of the 21st that i... for some reason didn't throw here. i was attempting to enter the void state and shift that way - i properly focused on it while falling asleep the first time and then just fell asleep to the subliminal i was already listening to the second.

(tbf i knew damn well i'd forget about the fact i can Make Posts about stuff like this)

(dream below the cut because oh boy do i write like i'm paid by the word)

the brief, weird experience and the following dream

i woke up from my first burst of sleep with no awareness of where i was. i blindly reached for where hopefully my cr bedside table was while not being sure whether it was actually there. my bed covers covering part of the table did not help me ascertain reality quickly whatsoever but i did manage to get my bearings.

i then fell asleep again. in the dream, i am in a pitch black space where there is only me (not physically) and a woman's voice. she says something about me needing focus or me needing to stay focused - something about focus - and maybe says that i'm not done yet? or something like that? i am pulling from my account of the dream here and even while writing that account, right after waking up, i wasn't really sure; i just don't remember speech in my dreams very well.

i am afraid of this voice or this woman in the dream. however, i seemingly tilt my head back, or something equivalent to it, to try to lean into her at one point, and i try to ask her something, maybe, fuck knows what, and then get in my head about whether her response is her response or me making shit up.

the dream then becomes a false awakening. i wake up in my bed and try to turn on my bedroom light, only for it to not work. i go, 'huh, might be the fusebox' but try the fairylights above my bed, which are battery-powered, and they also don't work. slightly suspicious. i head out of my room and into the upstairs hallway, headed to the downstairs hallway where the entrance to the little storage nook with the fusebox is, while thinking about how to move the fucking mini fridge we put in front of the door to the storage nook. i try the upstairs hallway light while heading to the stairs, and it also doesn't work. i try this light multiple times. i then keep on heading to the stairs, half-worrying that maybe i left the lightswitch in the on position and that it would cause issues once i got the lights back, but also talking myself out of this worry in my head.

at this point, i am deeply suspicious of this entire situation. i am not really aware i am dreaming - and i don't perform any reality checks in the dream, unless you count what i end up doing as a reality check lmao.

once at the top of the stairs, i try to use my phone flashlight to see better but it also doesn't work, which finally tips me off properly to the fact that something isn't right (but only after i physically turn the phone around and see that, although the little circle that is the phone flashlight is bright white like it's on, it's giving off no light).

so, still standing at the top of the stairs, i yell - not out of fear, necessarily, or anger, moreso out of 'what the fuck is this'. the sound is muffled in the dream and me yelling wakes me up for real.

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i do wonder if part of my disorientation after waking up for the first time was because i was in a 'no where space' - not in any reality, although also maybe not the void. i happened to immediately shunt myself back to the reality most familiar to myself, but would i have shifted if i hadn't panicked there? i don't tend to get disoriented like that, for sure - this is the first time it's happened in a way that wasn't just 'thought i was in my bedroom at my parents' place, turns out i'm in my bedroom at my uni place'.

now - lights not working is a very common thing in my dreams. with any dream where i am in a dark room, or probably any dream at all, every light i try will, if i take a proper look at it, behave like the phone flashlight in this dream: the bulb (or whatever) is the colour it would be if it were on but there is no light given off.

similarly, talking in a dream that is even ever so slightly lucid, often wakes me up. if i think about talking too much the sensations of my own voice get to me and i just fucking leave, or, like in this dream, it's a sudden 'this is wrong' that jettisons me back to the waking world. it's great. really useful. 10/10. or i start worrying i'm sleep-talking and that then obviously wakes me up.

i have been in a black emptiness in dreams before, although maybe only two or three other times? however, these were purely transitory experiences between one dream and the next, rather than 'you fell asleep and now you're here'. god knows i tried to shift through them. god knows i just... false awakened my ass.

i do love having dreams where i am So So close to lucidity and then don't take the last step. i had a dream once where i saw something clearly dream-like and out of place, turned around, turned back to the now reality-conforming thing and said, out loud 'i knew that would fix itself' - so this actually wasn't so bad by comparison, but fucking hell, man, get a grip.

false awakenings themselves are a fucking trip. i either wake up straight after entering the false awakening dream or immediately hurtle towards lucidity; no in-between.

#i have accounts of dreams that were significantly more shifting-related than this #like - full-on being my dr self #and talking to other people from my dr #or interacting with elements from my dr in some way #but this is apparently where i've chosen to start #if i start adding every relevant dream i've had i am going to end up Struggling #reality shifting #reality shifter #shifting realities #shiftblr #[𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 - 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓎]

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juniperhillpatient · 2 years

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Rooose, what were your thoughts and ideas for the hanahaki plot? I'm dying to know!! :p

heathers anon

Oh okay, I thought you didn't want me posting it because it would involve spoilers! I have copy/pasted your idea about a hanahaki Betty Finn/Veronica Sawyer AU with my thoughts below! :) I think it's a great AU & exploring Veronica's old friendships apart from the Heathers is a really fun concept!

OKAY SO.

Betty Finn has Hanahaki Disease (I'm assuming you know what that is because I hear you like pain :p), and the person she's crushing on is the one and only Veronica Sawyer. Honestly even without the threat of death looming over her this ship is already angsty as fuck. It starts with the bit in the lunch room (when Veronica bumps into Betty but Betty is the one who apologizes) and then Betty coughs up some petals (btw did you know Veronica, like Heather, is a plant name? I didn't!).

I admit I had to google hanahaki disease when you first sent this but I think I get the idea. I didn't know that Veronica was a plant name! Apparently, (according to Google) it represents fidelity & love

In this story Hanahaki is so rare that the few documents for it have not been translated, so she needs someone who can read and translate either Chinese, Japanese, or Korean. Which gets her in contact with the Heathers. Before considering surgery, which is most likely not covered by insurance, she tries a number of ways to kill the flowers growing within her by herself. Not helped by the fact her family, with the exception of her black sheep of a brother, isn't exactly a fan of her being gay (and neither is she because she's religious and thinks the petals is divine punishment. I know jack shit about religion lmao so I need to study!). But ultimately, Betty decides to get the surgery because she feels it's better this way. Veronica's happier with the Heathers - she's even dating one. Betty's a thing of the past. Veronica wouldn't even notice. Besides, she doesn't want to die. So this really is the best option. Even with the side effects.

Ooh this is interesting. I can see it being super painful if she's trying different ways to kill the flowers. Such angst potential! I like the idea of her black sheep of a brother maybe helping her out. Also internalized homophobia & religious themes oof...& when she can't even deny it any more thanks to this disease it gets even more oof

The story starts when she gets the surgery. The main side effect of the surgery is that she forgets Veronica entirely. And Veronica has no idea - she just knows Betty went through a really big surgery and she's trying to be there for her. Y'know, to make up for all the times she wasn't (like her birthday party). I know Hanahaki fics are centered around the victim suffering but MAN poor Ronnie when she finds out OOF. EVERYONE knows about Betty except Veronica. So the fic is just Veronica trying to be a better friend to a very selectively amnesiac Betty, who's falling for Veronica again because this beautiful, smart, sweet girl she has no idea how she knows about her is spending so much time with her and making her feel butterflies.

I almost feel - not worse, but just as bad for Veronica in this AU. You could really focus on her shock & horror when she finds out the reason Betty is going through this which I'm super here for.

My problem is I don't know how long it takes her to realize what's causing her body to do this to her, or that there's a name for what she's going through. Originally I had it all happen in a day (lunch scene, petals, at home Betty writes in her diary wow something weird happened, thinks about it, goes to Martha's for movie night, spends the whole time thinking about Veronica, even more petals, thinks about Veronica at night in bed, comes to the conclusion it's definitely because of that) but that seems way too fast. and I don't know how long timewise I want it to be (a month? several? what season? what year are they actually? does summer matter?) I do have the plot but no structure and a lot of vibes lol aaaaaa

I mean, they are seniors in canon but you don't have to go with that per se though because it's an AU. I say just consider what year makes sense for you. That's my advice. Summer does matter because it wouldn't be the school year. You could still have parts of the story take place in summer, but it's something to keep in mind. You could have this fic take place throughout the school year, maybe? Like, maybe autumn is Betty realizing that she's got this disease. Then winter is her trying to recover & Veronica trying to be there for her. & spring is when the truth comes out & perhaps things start to come together & Veronica knows the truth & they form a relationship? If that's the ending you're going for of course. If it is, there's some nice symbolism with spring being the ending & it's all about new beginnings.

Anyway I think it's a great idea! :)

💖💖💖

#heathers anon #fanfic ideas

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f4irycafe · 2 years

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: ̗̀➛ 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘/ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

characters: eren. jean. armin.

warnings: smut. subspace. degradation. spit. rough sex. pet names (baby, angel, sweet/pretty girl, etc.) squirting. aftercare.

notes: i saw a post on here about toji w/ a reader who falls into subspace, and i wanted to write something w/ eren cause he's my bf >:(

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armin

i'm gonna go from best to worst in this list lmao.

he is the absolute best when it comes to dealing with you while you're in subspace.

the second you fall in hi's talking you through everything.

"you good baby," "look at my princess, my eyes, come on my love,"

his hands are cradling your face as he's shallowly pumping himself in and out of your weeping cunt.

your hands are latched onto his forearms as you're crying and babbling nonsense beneath him, but he just looks at you with a sweet little smile nd' tells you that everything gonna be okay.

i think it gets him off to know that he's the only thing in the world your mushy little brain cares abt in that moment.

when you both cum his aftercare is chefs kiss.

if you don't want to let him go he'd lull you into a calmer state with promises of being back in just a few minutes.

and he is.

he goes and gets you some mushy food that's easy to eat (applesauce, rasberies, etc) and some water and put them next to the bed.

hed grab a warm towel and wash your thighs and face off.

AFTER that's all done then he'll finally cuddle with you.

he hates to see you get all pouty when he leaves but he needs to take care of you before he can indulge you.

he'll just talk to you and give you sweet forehead kisses for as long as you need until you finally come out of subspace.

you're always thankful for the fact that he goes and gets you food and water afterwards, you always crave it.

he's just very tactical and practical about it.

10/10 mr arlert. <3

jean

jean boy :(

let me make it clear that him and eren are TIED for second place. they both take care of you in their own sweet ways.

i feel like the first time it happened he kinda freaked out and didn't know what to do. like he kept trying to talk to you and your brain wasn't even registering what he was saying you were just so blissed out.

but now as a veteran he's so so so so gooooddddddd.

he's the type to do the little "yeah's" and "uh huhs" against your lip as your gasping and your eyes gloss over with lust.

he always smiles, watching how you can barely focus on anything other than cumming in that moment.

like armin he stays really close to your face, occasionally kissing your lips in between sayings.

afterwards he's the type to indulge you, cause of course he'll do anything his babygirl asks.

he will clean you up with a towel, but he already set is aside before you guys started so he won't have to walk up and grab it.

he'll rock you in his arms like a little baby as you place your hands on his chest, your head in the crook of his neck.

i think he'll just sit in silence with you, rocking you back and forth until you get squirmy when you start to come out of your headspace.

he's the type to like debrief after a session ykwim.

"do you want me to do anything different" "i felt like i went a little too hard that time, you sure you're okay."

screams shits and cries oh my god.

the only reason why he is second place is because it took him a while to catch on. at first he thought he was hurting you or you couldn't breath, so he'd freak out which would then cause you to freak out in your vulnerable headspace and it was just kinda a mess .

eren

if there's one thing abt me, its that i ride for my husband ok. he's literally my man idgaf.

another second placerrrrrrrrr.

the reason why hes tied with jean is cause he also didn't handle you slipping into subspace that well at first.

he thought you were just like...being dramatic and bratty cause the dick was just that good.

so he kinda went harder and choked you a bit.

and you flipped the fuck OUT. like your brain went into panic mode and you tried to get him to stop. but he was so swept up in the moment he didn't realize when your like "wow this is so good" hits against his arm turned into "eren let go of my neck right now before i have a breakdown" hits.

you had to talk to him about it afterwards, but he learned.

he's still really condescending whenever you go into subspace, but he doesn't get any rougher than he already was being with you.

"my cock really fucking you dumb isn't it, pretty girl" "taking my cock like you were made for i, aren't you, aren't you you dumb sweet thing"

bark bark bark BARKKKKKKKK GRRRRRRR WOOF

i feel like he likes to fuck you in subspace the most when his back is pressed against your back so he can whisper all these nasty things in your ear, and he loves to grab your face and force you to look at him when you cum.

you also just fall apart so much harder whenever he fucks you like that, pistoning his hips into yours at an insane speed.

your brain is still really foggy even after you cum, and you kinda just fall forward.

lol the first time that happened he didn't hold you up and you fell face forward into the pillows.

but he'll wash u ofc. and he'll put the lights on a darker setting (something he knows you like, like a dark pink or blue) and put on some really soothing music.

you guys literally worked together on a playlist that he uses specifically whenever he fucks you into subspace.

like armin he'll talk to you, but its more reassurance.

his big hands will cradle your cheeks as he looks at you.

"you did so good for me tonight, you always do" "took my cock so well, sweet girl." "good girl"

i'm actually panting rn.

after you get out of your headspace he'll go grab you whatever you want from the kitchen, plus a nice cold glass of water.

often times you're limbs are so tired that before he makes it back to the room the music has already lulled you to sleep.

he has a soft smile on his face as he sets down the food, kisses your forehead, and tucks you into bed.

tags / @sailewhoremoon @keithandlevi-ontheroof @shunkaza @marcoswhore @jeanreinersex @kailuvsme @khinaadolll

dessa's thoughts: like ik im the one writing this shit, but it still gets me geeked as fuck. i love them. i was gonna add connie but i'm tired and i just wanna watch spy family and go to bed so i cut him from this one :(

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