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astarionxhappiness · 7 months

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This is my first piece of writing in about five or so years, so thank you Astarion for giving me that fire again.

I did my best to find all the typos, but this was written on my phone at about 1 AM while half asleep, and autocorrect is a bitch, so bear with me.

Prompt: you have a bad past of sexual abuse, but catch feelings for Astarion.

Word Count: A little over 4,000 words

Warnings: mentions of sexual abuse if you squint a bit. Fluff. Lots of fluff.

The two of you had been traveling together for some time now. And while you had gotten of to a rocky start, you felt that you had grown a rather strong bond over the past months.

Though you supposed that facing constant and never ending threats, as well as having a tadpole connecting your very minds could do that to anyone.

Having to constantly put your life into another's hands like that. . All of your trust. And in turn, they offered you the same.

It had been years since you had felt such trust for a person. Such faith and warmth. And to a vampire spawn no less.

The thought made you smile to yourself with great amusement, biting your bottom lip absently and tugging.

Perhaps it wasn't even putting your trust in a vampire spawn. . Perhaps it felt funny to find yourself putting your trust in him.

"What's so funny?"

The words knocked you from your daze, bringing your attention back to the world around you.

The sound of the crackling fire, the uncomfortable log making your ass sore the longer you remained seated on it. The night air chilling your skin through the thin fabric of your tunic.

"Tav?" Astarion's voice sounded again, ever demanding. His tone made you look over at him quickly.

"You keep doing that today. . Are you falling ill or something?" You did not offer a response to this rhetorical question, knowing it was asked out of fussiness from being ignored, rather than genuine concern.

"I'm just thinking," you replied, glancing over at him again. "Nothing is funny."

You had had a hard time looking at him all day. You knew it had to do with the dream you had had the night before, though you were still having trouble admitting it to yourself.

The very memories of it made you feel flush.

"Oh?" He quirked a brow as he gazed at you from the corner of his eye, his head tilted back in a manner that showed off his jaw nicely.

"And what is it you're thinking about so intently then, hm? It must be something quite interesting to have you so distracted." The suggestive smile and knowing glint in his eye made you flush, looking away bashfully.

"Whatever you think it is, I can assure you it isn't that," you replied with vehemence, listening to him burst into musical laughter.

"Oh, it truly is so much fun to tease you, darling" he replied, tilting his head to look at you, a smile dancing on his lips that showed off his fangs.

"So what was it, then? If not the idea of me ravishing your body?" He had been making such jokes more and more for weeks now, but the immersion did nothing to stop your face from going red once more, forcing you to look away from him so he wouldn't see.

Not that it truly mattered. You knew he could tell exactly what your reaction was. Hence the reason he loved to make comments.

"Astarion, could I ask you something?" You found the nervous words leaving your mouth before you could stop them, making your body tense.

Your head remained bowed, gazing intently at your lap.

The smile fell from his lips, a look of uncertain curiosity taking place in his features instead.

"What's on your mind, darling?" He asked, making you wring your hands together.

"Do you. . Do you actually like being with people?" The question made him pause for just a moment before a smile cracked the far more real expression that had come before it.

A breathless laugh left his lips.

"Of course," he replied, unwilling to admit to the possibility that that was in fact a lie.

He felt the question was building to something more, and he was unwilling to make himself unavailable should you want him.

His eyes squinted slightly in curiosity when you offered little more than a nod of your head, wringing your hands together.

"So. . So you enjoy. . Being touched?" You glanced over at him, tensing harder when you found his inquisitive gaze already looking back at you.

"Why are you asking me these things my sweet?" He asked. "Is it perhaps. . Because you really would like for me to touch you?" He brought his hand out to very lightly cover your wrist, making your breath catch.

Silence grew thickly between the two if you as your response to the question remained stuck firmly in your throat.

You startled violently when footsteps sounded from off to your left, followed by Wyll's voice.

"Are you two coming to eat? Gale's just finished cooking. " He hesitated as he spoke, watching Astarion's hand slide subtly off your wrist.

"I am actually not feeling particularly well," you replied, flustered as you got to your feet. "Excuse me." They both watched you go, having similar expressions if uncertainty as Astarion stood up next to Wyll.

You remained in your tent for the remainder of the evening, listening to the others talking and laughing over warm food.

You shivered absently as you laid on your bedroll, the thick furs feeling less warm than usual. You hoped that it was simply the nights getting colder, but you had a feeling it was rather your thoughts giving the impression of warmth leaving your body.

You shut your eyes, your fingers tracing the palm of your other hand tucked by your face as you heard Astarion reciting one of his favorite stories to the others, undoubtedly keeping the company of a nice glass of wine.

The tips of your fingers traced down to your wrist where his hand had covered just a few hours before, your mind wandering back to the dream that had corrupted your thinking all day.

You had sworn off touch long ago. Your experience with it being only violent and cruel.

You did not want it.

A simple brush of the shoulder led to temptation of touching one's arm. Then, perhaps the urge to move in closer. Feel their breath against your skin, inhale their scent. .

These were temptations that people seemed incapable to control.

No! You wouldn't risk it! Not again! Not ever again.

You would not be used for another's pleasure.

And yet. . Astarion had touched you, had he not? Not just tonight, but other times as well. Whether it was catching you mid trip, protecting you in a fight . . even waking you from a nightmare or two. .

You took in a deep breath as these memories crossed your mind. The feel of his hands clutching your shoulders, his soothing, concerned voice as he tried to calm you down.

You had felt faint that night, waking with the air out of your lungs.

You had fallen against him, your hands shaking, weakly grasping at his arms as you tried not to faint. You could still feel the sensation of your temple resting against his broad chest. The feeling of his cool hand coming to rest on the side if your head.

He had never stopped talking while you worked through your panic attack. Plenty of it was not actually comforting, but the simple sound of his voice grounded you. And his touch made you feel drunk.

You had pushed those feelings away after that night. but after your dream, after the vivid sensation of his touch against your skin, his soft voice easing your tension. . You knew the sensation. It was too vivid not to have been spawned from a memory.

That feeling of safety. . Never had you expected to ever feel it in your life. .

You bit your lip as you curled in on yourself, wrapping an arm around your torso.

If your fears were right, and all touching always led to pain and violence, then why had Astarion never tried anything?

Even tonight, the touch had been. . Gentle. Hesitant, almost. Offering the option for you to pull away if you so pleased.

But you didn't. Something about it felt right. Like having a taste of water when you didn't realize just how thirsty you were.

Perhaps. . Just maybe, it was possible to find safety with him.

You trusted him with your life, after all.

And from things he had told you in the past, you got the feeling he would understand the fear you had of being taken advantage of more than anyone.

Your attention was grabbed by the sounds of everyone getting ready to head to bed, most likely due to the rain that had begun falling, making it's presence known to you by tapping rhythmically against your tent.

You bit your lip, feeling your stomach twisting at the resolve you made.

You would just ask him. What was the worst that could happen?-

You had to stop your brain from answering this question.

It took you a little under ten minutes to harden your resolve.

You kicked off the thick fur blanket, stuffed your feet in your unlaced boots, and headed for the vampire's tent across the camp from yours.

Except, by the time your feet stopped in front of his tent, your resolve had weakened once more, leaving you standing in the dark with rain slowly absorbing into the thin layers of your clothes.

You were already shaking with nerves by the time that thunder boomed in the sky so loudly it had you yelping in surprise, your mind having been far more preoccupied with other things than the lightning overhead. flinging yourself through the flap of fabric that covered the entrance of his tent, you froze as you laid eyes on the man laying in the dim lamp light.

Your entrance made Astarion look up with a start from the spot on his bed, his finger marking the page of his book he had been reading.

He looked confused by your odd entrance, though your meek posture and flushed skin made him smile at you. It rather made your head dizzy and your feet want to run.

"Hello, beautiful," he greeted, his tone ever seductive. "I figured I would be seeing you again tonight." He shut his book in a way that had you wondering how many times he had practiced the motion in order to get just the right amount of seduction out of it.

He was. . Everything that you were not in such moments.

Confident, charismatic, smooth and seductive. Experienced, and more or less functioning.

You looked down, hands clasped before you.

"I-i didn't mean to bother you," you whispered, finding yourself far more nervous than you normally were.

"I just. . I wanted to ask you. ." You shut your eyes as your cheeks went bright red.

He couldn't help but notice the soft tremor rattling your body. Your meek position was not one he often saw you possessing. Only in moments when you were truly terrified or nervous about something.

It was, much to his horror, rather.. endearing.

He had only seen you in such a state a spare few times, but when he did, he had the odd urge to handle whatever it was causing it.

And in this case, he felt certain that the thing causing you trouble, he could definitely take care of.

He stood up, moving over to you, making your heart beat quicken with nerves.

He had a way of looming that made you want to flee.

When you flinched back from him, suddenly rethinking if your request was such a good idea, you watched to your great surprise as he took a step back, frowning.

"Are you scared of me?" He asked with sudden realization.

The action had not been made out of anticipation, or longing. No. . People did not flinch like that unless they expected something unpleasant to happen.

You looked up at him with round, horrified eyes.

"No!" You replied quickly, your body trembling a bit harder.

"I- no, of course not, I just-" he turned his head to the right slightly as he continued to look at you, frowning as he brows furrowed.

"I just get- nervous, with people. . Touching me," you finally managed to get out, sounding royally ashamed.

You had survived an illithid tadpole swimming around in your skull, the crashing of a ship you you were on only because of being abducted, countless perilous fights, and even knocked the head off of one or two goblins without ever skipping a beat.

But this. Proximity to someone that had never once tried to murder you, or handle you in a way you didn't want to be handled. . This terrified you?

It was only then that he realized you had always avoided being touched by others. You had never shown interest in any form of romance, or even friendly pats on the shoulder by the others in your little party.

You had always managed to casually and seamlessly avoid such interactions.

"Why do you get nervous being touched?" He asked, though he had his suspicions. "I assure you, love, there is absolutely nothing to be afraid of." He offered his hand out to you, but made no further attempt at contact. Remaining a respectful distance from you.

You looked away, a part of you desperately wanting to reach out and grasp his hand, feel the sensation that you had found yourself desperate to for.

You did not, however. You remained rigidly shaking in place as you looked away.

"You. . You said that Cazador, . . That he made you do things you didn't want to do? With him? And. . Others? " You whispered nervously.

It had been a conversation you had had with him some weeks ago, out on a ledge relaxing beneath the stars while the others slept.

He frowned at the mention, dropping his hand when the offer was not accepted.

"Yes," he replied, seeming slightly more guarded. "Why?"

You tensed as another roar of thunder raged in the sky, your eyes shutting.

"Well- someone. . Someone did things to me. To hurt me, and- and use me-" you looked up at him, eyes round and nervous, a part of you expecting to be met with disgust.

The expression you were met with however, was one of a silent understanding. The defense in his gaze softened.

Though the bitterness remained, you felt certainty that it was not directed towards you.

"I see," he replied, his suspicions finally being confirmed.

"So why are you here, then?" He tilted his head back slightly. "Trying to rewrite the pain in your past?" He guessed. "Well, I'm okay with that. Happy to be of service, darling." He offered you a charming smile as his weight shifted to one hip, his hand coming up to hang loosely at the wrist.

"No, actually," you replied, watching the false happiness slip off his features. "I-. . I wanted to ask if. . You would want. . " you scrunched your face, looking tortured.

"I can read your thoughts if you'd rather not say it aloud," he offered when you fell silent.

You looked only more pained by this offer, but nodded mutely, opening your mind to him as the request was caught in your throat.

He shut his eyes was he felt the connection take hold, swimming in your thoughts to latch on to the question stuck in your mind.

"Do I want to cuddle?" He demanded in confusion, taking an affronted step back, letting out a breathless laugh as he looked at you.

You tensed, shaking just a little harder at his reaction, your stomach twisting in a manner that made you glad you had not eaten that evening.

"I-. . No one's ever asked me that before," he went on, the vehemence in his voice dissipating as he looked at you, features taking on more trouble attributes.

He looked at you quietly, your small form shivering, your clothes clinging to your body wetly, making him wonder how long you had been outside his tent, too scared to come in and ask for such an odd. . Innocent, request.

The strange part was, it. . Sounded rather pleasant.

You had never asked anything of him before. You offered loyalty to him and never asked for anything in return. Not even his own loyalty to you.

You had fought for him. Saved him. Cared for his wounds, and been there for him in moments when he felt he could open up.

"I-" he hesitated as you stayed silently staring at him, waiting for something bad to happen.

He did not need an tadpole to read the nervousness and fear in your mind.

"-i think I would rather like tjat," he found himself genuinely admitting.

He offered his hand again to you, his demeanor soft and delicate. The same demeanor he had offered when he held you when you couldn't catch a healthy rhythm with your breathing.

You looked down at his hand, hesitantly stepping forward and putting your hand over his, feeling a rush if excitement and longing rush through you as you felt his fingers wrap gently around your hand.

You took another step closer to him, your mind almost blank as you shut your eyes, and wordless pressed your body against his in a gentle, soothing hug.

He hesitated as you did this, fairly certain no one had ever hugged him before this very moment.

It felt. . Warm. . Comforting, almost.

Safe.

He wrapped his arm around you after a moment of uncertainty, the hold tenuous and hesitant.

He kept your hand in his, pressed between your bodies up against your chests.

He shut his eyes, feeling himself melting into the embrace.

When you pulled away finally and looked up at him, he quietly used your hand still in his to tug you with him towards the bed on the ground. He sat down on top of the blanket, looking up at you wordlessly, his hand still tenderly grasping yours.

You took in a deep breath, looking down at him intently as you sat on the ground in front of him on folded legs, taking in another deep breath with nervous giddiness from the proximity.

It felt just as you had dreamed it. The warmth, the tenderness. .

You leaned forward for what Astarion instinctively expected to be a kiss, but found himself freezing when you pressed your forehead tenderly against his, your eyes shutting.

The soft little breaths you took in to try and calm yourself, soaking up the touch in a manner that clearly felt euphoric- it was not things that went unnoticed by the vampire spawn.

You were. . Positively adorable. The gentle way you hesitantly brought your hands up to let the very tips of your fingers touch either side of his face. The soft, earnest expression you wore as you soaked up the feeling of being touched . .

He shut his eyes, bringing his hands up to gently cover your hands, feeling your tadpole reaching out to his, should he want it.

Curious, he reached out, and felt himself tale an inhale as a feeling of warmth washed over him.

Feelings of care, and trust. understanding, and longing.

But not for the thing most people wanted from him. . It was a longing to be to see, as well as be seen. A longing for understanding.

He brought his hand to press against the mid of your back, gentle and coaxing, you slowly agreed to the request, and let him guide your body to press against his.

The touch felt so different than usual. Perhaps it was the connection of the tadpole, but it felt warm, and safe

You felt safe.

He had never felt such a sensation before in his life. To genuinely trust someone. To care for them.

There were small, subtle glimpse of pain in your thoughts. Ones that he found he wanted to prod at further, but resisted.

He brushed his nose against yours mindlessly, and you returned the action, feeling entranced as he opened his own mind mind you in return, letting you see how cared for you were with him.

You melted further into the touch, slipping your arms around his back, a hand coming up to the back of his hair mindlessly to play with the soft silver locks.

He brought his hands to your sides, keeping you pressed against him as he carefully headed backwards so you rested down on top of him, his fingers coming to run along the divot of your spine.

Wrapping your leg around him, you settled comfortably against him, the heaviness of your body on top of him feeling like a pleasant weighted blanket.

He let his hands roam along your wet clothes before making their way into your damp hair.

He wanted to ask how long exactly you had been out there to have gotten so wet, be he refrained, simply listening to the rain hit the tent as you both soaked up the comforting touch.

You folded the blanket up around the two of you after a time, and felt him roll you both a moment later.

You opened your eyes softly to look at him, gently resting your forehead against his once kore, though there was no tadpole connecting you this time.

"If you ever want someone," you whispered, bringing your fingers up to tenderly touch his cheek. "If you ever want to talk, or just. . Have someone to be with, I am here." You brushed your nose against his, watching his lids fall half closed.

He looked like he wanted to respond, but was perhaps, for the first time in his life, at a loss for words.

He felt an overwhelming sense for gratitude towards the offer. He had told you things before, but it had been in moments of weakness, or because it was necessary.

He had never shared just because.

"Well," he finally whispered, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "This. . Offer, goes for you as well." He looked down, clearly trying his best, but having a hard time with more vulnerability.

"Thank you," you murmured, inching a little closer. "I'm. . Astarion, I'm so sorry, for everything you had to go through." The words were spoken with great feeling, your heart aching thinking about of of the things be had admitted to happening.

"It's in the past now, well isn't it," he replied, stroking your cheek. "But. . Thank you, love," he added with a great deal more hesitancy.

You smiled slightly, which he found did odd things to his insides.

He sighed mentally to himself. He was not going to allow himself to feel things things for you- he couldn't.

You were just-

His breathing froze as you shifted up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and head as you shifted him so his head rested against your chest, the position feeling incredibly shielding and warm.

He felt his stomach twist, his throat strangely tight.

He wrapped his arm around your torso hesitantly after a moment, apprehensive.

No one had ever- held him before. It was not how this worked-

And yet. . He found his eyes falling shut with sudden exhaustion.

He cursed you, unsure what exactly it was about your touch that had him feeling so. . Melty. But it was unaccept-

Singing?

His ears perked up slightly, distracted from his thoughts as a sweet, soft melody gripped his attention instead.

His body eased to rest more heavily against you as his muscles relaxed.

Perhaps. . It would be okay just to relax and enjoy for a little while? And then he could get back to his plotting and manipulations later. .

He took in a deep breath, feeling your fingers touching his hair tentatively, running the tips of them through the outer layers of the silvery strands.

The soft vibration of your chest as you switched between signing and humming different parts of the song had him entranced.

You kept your gaze on him as you did so, feeling your stomach twisting with giddiness.

This had been it. It was just like you had dreamed. . The feeling of his arms around you, the dim light of the lantern casting calming shadows.

The tender, warm touch with none of the unpleasantness.

It was everything you had been craving and more.

You shut your eyes after a time, feeling him slowly heating against you as he slipped off into peaceful slumber.

You slipped down sleepily after nearly an hour of just enjoying the position of holding him safely in your arms.

You felt him shift in his sleep as you settled down against him, his arm wrapping around you, pulling you close.

You pressed your forehead against his softly, eyes shutting, feeling his breath tickle your face with every slow exhale.

You let your leg rest loosely in-between his, wrapping your arm around his waist before settling.

You slipped off a little while later to join him in slumber, the soft drumming of the rain and rumbling thunder in the distance lulling you to sleep.

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venerable-sun · 1 year

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Call My Name (Nuada x Reader)

Nuada Silverlance (Hellboy) x Reader

TW: Some slight violence (as to be expected), but otherwise just Nuada being an emotionally-constipated ass

Word Count: ~5400 words

Prompt: I always call you by your title except the one time when you’re in trouble, enemies to lovers, slight hurt-comfort

I stayed up until 3 am writing this, so if you see a typo... no you didn't. Just a reminder that my requests are open so please send them in!

Your ability to get along with just about everyone is something you take a lot of pride in. When you first came under the protection of the BPRD with Red, you had quickly formed many valuable connections, even if you couldn’t call many of them true friends. And when Liz later joined the team, the two of you got on like wildfire (pun intended) almost instantly. Hell, even Manning acts agreeable towards you. You’ve always thought of yourself as a charming person, despite your somewhat off-putting appearance, and your skills in negotiation and peacemaking are unmatched.

That is, until a certain elf-prince came into the BPRD’s custody and put that to the test.

You hadn’t been part of the task team that fought in the Battle of the Golden Army, your… special skills pulling you away from the conflict to mediate between two warring tribes of giants in the Himalayas.

You are an Avian, a mutated human with wings and the ability to speak every language, both human and supernatural, on the planet. Had the two tribes gone to war, it would have been devastating for the entire Asian continent and would have exposed the entire supernatural world. Being deep into the world’s tallest mountains and in the throes of complicated negotiations meant that you had little to no communication to the outside world for weeks, so to say you were shocked to find out that the world had been incredibly close to being destroyed by an ancient army would be an understatement.

Even more shocking was finding out that the BPRD had taken the culprit into custody.

The compound was bustling with activity as you made your way through the long corridors to Manning’s office for your debrief. Familiar faces greeted you as you walked past, some stopping for a moment to ask you about your mission. There were a few who gave you a wide berth, eyeing your wings warily. You had grown used to such looks, knowing that your wings were far from the prettiest things to gaze upon. Avians are an incredibly rare type of mutation, but your specific type even more so. While most had beautiful feathered wings like that of an angel, yours more closely resembled a bat’s.

You unconsciously tuck your wings closer against your back, wishing that there was more room underground to stretch out to your full wingspan more often.

You knock on Manning’s door once before pushing your way in, too tired from your trip to wait for him to call you in. All you want to do is take a long, hot shower and sleep for days.

You’re surprised someone is already sitting there across from the director of the BRPD, and from the tension in his shoulders he isn’t very happy. His head snaps towards you the moment you step into the room, his golden eyes finding yours instantly. His mouth is pulled back into a sneer as he regards you coolly, eyes flicking up and down your form before settling on your wings. Something hardens in his gaze, and he quickly turns his body away from you as if you were not even there.

“Ah, you’ve returned!” Manning greets. “Well?”

“The conflict between the giants has successfully been resolved,” you report, trying hard to ignore the disdain that seems to be radiating from the golden-eyed man. “I doubt they will be so quick to go to arms with each other again.”

Manning hums in approval, settling back into his seat. “I want a full report typed up on my desk tomorrow.” You nod, turning to leave. “Wait, there’s one more thing.”

You eye him warily, your hopes of a quick escape dashed. Manning gestures to the stranger in the room. “This is Nuada Silverlance, Prince of the Bethmoora Clan. He is in our charge for the foreseeable future.” You notice Nuada’s hands tightening into fists at his words. “I’ve assigned you to be his personal guide and companion while he settles into life here.”

“I do not need a guide.” The prince speaks for the first time. His voice is deep and smooth like honey, and you would find it strangely attractive if it weren’t for the fact that he was glaring at you as he spoke. “And I certainly do not want companionship from the likes of her. If I am to be forced to live in this insufferable human prison, then I wish to at least be left alone.”

“You will escort Nuada around the compound,” Manning ignores the silver-haired elf. “And you will help him with anything he needs as well as teach him about human culture.”

Nuada growls, getting to his feet abruptly. “Absolutely not!”

Manning eyes him coolly. “Need I remind you of the reason you're here in the first place. And if you have any hopes of repairing your relationship with your sister, I would recommend you behave and do as we say.”

You stifle a yawn as Nuada growls again, your jet lag really starting to make itself known. The elf turns his angry gaze towards you, rage sparking like molten gold in his eyes. “Am I boring you, human? Maybe a knife to your throat will wake you up.” He threatens.

“Really? Because I don’t see any weapons on you.” You gesture to his empty belt and exaggeratedly look around the office. “Unless you’ve hidden one somewhere. Is the knife here in the room with us?”

Nuada looks like a volcano about to erupt, and you have to stifle a laugh. “That’s enough, (Name).” Manning says. “If you would be so kind as to show Nuada to his room. It’ll be right across from yours.”

Great.

You and the elf-prince exit Manning’s office in silence and stand awkwardly in the hallway. “Okay,” you clear your throat. “It’s this way.”

You walk a few paces before you realize Nuada isn’t following. You sigh, mustering up the last of your remaining energy as you face the still-glaring prince. “Look, I know you don’t want to be here. Hell, I wouldn’t either. But you are, and from what I’ve heard about what happened, there’s much worse places you could be.” You hold up your hand to stop him as he takes an angry step forward. “We can fight about this tomorrow, but I have had a very long day. And I can promise you that of all the people to get assigned to be your chaperone, you could do a whole lot worse than me. So unless you want me to go get Red to be your buddy, I recommend that you follow me to your room.”

With that, you turn and begin walking away again, a small smile pulling at your lips when you hear light, almost-silent footsteps following behind you.

By the time you reach your rooms, your wings are dragging against the ground with exhaustion. “That’s yours, I guess.” You gesture vaguely at the door across from yours. “If you need anything, just knock or find one of the guards. I’m sure they won’t be far.”

Nuada nods stiffly and enters into his room, closing the door solidly behind him. “Good talk,” you sigh. You spend the rest of the evening decompressing from your trip, taking a hot bath and relaxing in bed with a cup of tea, and most importantly, keeping your mind off of the intriguing elf-prince just across the hall from you.

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You’re shockingly unbothered for the entire night, managing to sleep well into the next day. By the time you drag yourself out of bed, it’s shortly before noon and your stomach is making its hunger known.

You dress quickly and go to knock on Nuada’s door. You wait several moments with no response and knock again, louder this time.

“What do you want, human?” Nuada growls, opening the door half-way.

“I thought you might be hungry and figured I could show you to the dining hall.”

The elf narrows his eyes but reluctantly steps out. “If you must.”

You struggle to hide your amusement at the sight of his disgusted face when you get to the bustling cafeteria. Agents roam between full tables and a clamor of voices and cutlery scraping against plates fills the air. Your smile fades when Nuada suddenly goes rigid. You follow his gaze to see Nuala sitting at a table with Abe. Their bodies are angled towards each other, knees knocking together as Abe leans forward to brush a stray hair behind her ear.

Before you can stop him, Nuada is stalking forward, and you struggle to keep up behind him without knocking into anyone with your wings. Nuala gazes up at her brother with a face devoid of emotion while Abe pulls back awkwardly. “Sister, I wish to speak with you privately.”

“Whatever you have to say can be said to the both of us, brother.” She replies evenly. You hang back, unsure of if you should redirect this before the elf-prince causes a scene.

“You really stoop so low as to openly fraternize with a traitor? You would truly embarrass your people this way?” Nuada shoots Abe a withering glare. The fish-man blinks in surprise. “Uhm, excuse me, but-”

“I love Abe, brother. I expect you to respect my choice.” Nuala reaches over and clasps his hand in her own. “And he is far from a traitor.”

“He helps the enemy! He lives amongst them as if they are family!” Nuada hisses.

“They are my family,” Abe replies smoothly. “If you were to let go of your hate, you could see all the good that they do.”

Nuada growls, taking a menacing step forward. “Hey, let’s maybe not do this here, yeah?” You finally butt in, acutely aware that the dining hall has gone completely quiet and everyone’s attention in on you.

The elf-prince turns and stalks away without a word, leaving you struggling to keep up with him once again. He’s already half-way down the hall when you catch up to him, and you reach forward to grab at his wrist. “Nuada, hold on a second-”

“Don’t you dare touch me, you filth!”

You reel back for a moment, shocked at his outburst in one second and enraged in the next.

“And don’t you dare talk to me like that, your highness.” You square up to the prince, matching his angry gaze with your own. “You may be royalty amongst your kind, but that doesn’t give you any right to speak to me in such a manner. I have done nothing but try to help you.”

“I never asked for your help.” Nuada hisses, looming over you in a certain way that you try very hard not to pay attention to. “If you haven’t noticed, I am being held here against my will.”

You soften slightly, feeling slightly bad for him despite yourself. “I know you are. But you tried to wipe out the entire human race- what did you expect to happen? The best you can do now is try and make the most of being here. It really isn’t so bad once you get used to it.”

“I will never accept being a prisoner here.” Nuada growls, whipping around and stalking off in the direction of his room.

You watch him go with a frown, deciding to give him some time to cool off.

“I apologize for my brother,” a soft voice speaks from behind you.

Nuala stands there with Abe standing slightly behind her, a sympathetic look on her face. “He has always been quick to anger, even when we were elflings.”

You give her a lopsided smile, reaching out a hand to introduce yourself formally. “I appreciate the apology, but none is needed, at least not from you.”

You cast a glance in the direction the elf in question disappeared off to. “I feel bad for him, in a way. Even though he tried to commit mass genocide and all.”

“My brother is very passionate when it comes to the preservation of our people.” Nuala sighs. “Unfortunately, his means of acting on them are grossly misguided.”

You leave the two of them to go on their way, heading back into the dining hall to actually eat this time. After making a quick sandwich, you leave with some fruit and bread wrapped in a napkin. You place it in front of Nuada’s door, knocking sharply twice before heading to the training room for some practice.

Only once he’s certain you’ve left does Nuada open his door, stamping down the small twinge of guilt he feels as he picks up the food you’ve left for him.

~~~

Nuada doesn’t leave his room once for the next three days. The only indication you have that he’s still in there is the faint light from beneath the door and the fact that the food you leave for him always quickly disappears.

On the third day, you grow tired of awkwardly hanging around in the hallway debating on knocking on his door and finally do so.

You wait a few moments before knocking again, louder this time.

“You humans are so impatient. I was going to answer.” Nuada gives as way of greeting. “What do you want?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to the training room.” You offer with what you hope is a convincing smile. “It’s always empty at this time of day and I figured you might enjoy a change of scenery.”

The prince quirks an eyebrow at you suspiciously but begrudgingly gestures for you to lead the way.

You ask him about his preferred weapon, surprised that he answers your question without malice. He tells you of his prized spear, indulging you in a tale of how it was forged.

You hum in thought before the weapon wall, grabbing a bo staff and handing it to him. “It’s not elven-made, but it’s the closest training weapon we have to what you’re used to.”

Nuada gives it a few test swings, getting used to its weight. While he does so, you unsheath your personal dual swords from their scabbards, examining them closely before deeming them acceptable for the training session.

You settle into a loose fighting stance, shooting the elf a wicked grin. “Ready when you are, princeling.”

He surges forward without warning, immediately going on the offense. You parry his blow easily, following it with a lunge of your own. The sound of metal on metal begins to fill the room as you match each other blow for blow, both of you unable to land a hit on the other. You blink at the sweat threatening to drip into your eyes, searching for any chink in the prince’s otherwise impenetrable stance.

He takes a small step back, presumably to gain momentum for his next attack, but in that moment you spot his weakness. He shifts too much weight into that one foot, and before he can pivot towards you, you’re darting forward with a well-aimed strike to his knee.

He wobbles, off-balanced for a second. That second is all you need, and before he can comprehend it, he’s knocked onto his back with one of your blades pointed at his throat.

He ignores the hand you offer to him, pushing himself to his feet without a word. He can’t help the glimmer of respect he feels for you as you smile at him, finally wiping the sweat from your brow.

You stretch your arms languidly above your head, and he averts his eyes from the sliver of soft skin that becomes visible as your top rides up slightly.

“I haven’t had to work so hard to win against someone in forever.” You say. “We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

“That would be… amenable.”

You grin in victory, pleased at having won two battles today. “Come on, there’s one more place I want to show you while we’re over on this side of the building.”

You lead him to the library, which is almost always virtually devoid of anyone else. The prince can’t completely keep the look of pleasure off his space as he explores the countless titles, pulling some of them to take back to his room with him.

As you bid him goodbye to take a shower, you could swear his gaze lingers on you slightly longer as you turn toward your own chambers.

~~~

Things are slightly different after that day.

Nuada still makes his displeasure at being the BPRD’s prisoner apparent, and he is often cold and grumpy in his demeanor, but he does not direct such harsh words at you again. You continue to train together, slowly learning each other’s fighting styles and testing them with a variety of different weapons. You know Manning isn’t very pleased that you’re allowing the prince to wield a weapon, but the way you see it, it allows him to blow off some steam and that’s a win in your book.

You also begin to spend time in the library together, most of the time just reading your separate books in silence. There’s something oddly… domestic about it, if you would allow yourself to think of it in that way.

Thoughts like these are dangerous though, for as the weeks go by, you begin to find yourself attracted to the silver-haired elf.

You realize the true depth of these feelings with startling clarity one night after you see Nuada smile for the first time. It is small and barely-there, pulling at his lips after he finds a book of elven fairy-tales on a shelf tucked in the very back of the library, but the sight of it nearly knocks the air out of your lungs.

There’s no denying the elf is incredibly handsome, but his smile completely transforms his face from alluring to ethereal. You avert your gaze before he can notice, and resolve to never let your feelings become apartment to him.

Because at the end of the day, you’re still just a human, wings or not.

You struggle particularly hard one evening in the library to focus on the book you’ve chosen, stealing quick glimpses at the elf sitting across from you through your hair.

“You’re staring,” He hums, long fingers flicking to the next page without looking up at you.

“Just thinking.” You say, forcing your attention back to the page in front of you. You read the same sentence four times before getting to your feet, carefully marking your place before setting the book down. “I can’t stand being inside one moment longer,” You announce.

Nuada raises an eyebrow. “I do not believe I am ‘allowed’ to leave the premises, if you weren’t aware.” He comments drily, and you scoff.

“Who said anything about leaving?

Cool wind whips at you as you push open the door to the roof, and you sigh in relief at the open air. Stars twinkle overhead, the compound being far enough from the city lights to be able to see a faint haze of the galaxy spread across the sky.

You allow your wings to stretch to their full span for what feels like the first time in ages, giving a small flap that lifts your feet slightly above the ground for a moment.

You can feel the prince’s eyes on you, and you extend one of your wings towards him. “You can touch it, if you want. Most people are curious.”

You suppress a shiver as his calloused hand swipes experimentally over the skin, not expecting your wings to be so sensitive to his touch. He drags his fingertips over the back, marveling at how a limb so strong could feel so soft. “Have you always been like this?” He asks softly.

“I was born with them, yes.” You say, directing your attention to the stars above your head. “Gave my parents quite a shock, I suppose, seeing as they put me up for adoption immediately after I was born. I was taken in by Professor Bruttenholm, who raised me alongside Red. He taught me that my wings are a gift, a way to do good despite what others may see them as.”

You turn to see Nuada is gazing at you intently. “Others have treated you horribly for your appearance.” He doesn’t say it as a question.

“That’s true,” you smile wryly. “People can definitely be cruel. But they can also be incredibly kind, and while there may be a couple here who will avoid me in the hallways, for the most part the BPRD is my family.”

You meet the prince’s gaze imploringly. “I know you hold significant anger for humanity. And I even understand why. But don’t punish an entire race for the sins of a few. There are many who care a whole lot… like me.” For you.

You don’t say that last part, but you know he understands its implication. Over the course of you speaking, the two of you have somehow gravitated closer to each other. You stare into the elf’s golden eyes, now inches from your own.

Your hands brush together as he draws even closer, and your breath hitches slightly at the electricity that the touch elicits.

“I must admit I have grown rather fond of you,” Nuada murmurs, almost as if he doesn’t even realize. “You have made being here slightly more bearable.”

You huff out a laugh as his warm breath fans across your cheeks. Your eyelids begin to flutter closed as his lips just barely brush against yours. All of the sudden, he yanks himself away, his face a mixture of disbelief and fury.

“You have bewitched me,” the prince hisses, eyes devoid of the warmth they had held just moments ago. “I see your ploy now, witch. You would make me a traitor to my own kind, complacent to stay here forever and allow humanity to corrupt what little of the natural world there is left.”

“Nuada, I-” you stumble in disbelief, reeling from the complete change in his attitude.

“Silence!” He roars, causing you to take an involuntary step back. Gone is any of the tenderness he had directed towards you, replaced with cold, simmering rage. For the first time, you find yourself slightly afraid of him.

"You are nothing but a filthy human with extra appendages,” he spits viciously, and you rear back as if he had slapped you. “And I will always hate you just like the rest of your despicable kind.”

He leaves you on the roof, slamming the door behind him with a bang.

You don’t know how long you stand in the cold, completely dumbfounded by Nuada’s actions. All the progress you’d made with him had vanished in an instant, any hope of him possibly returning your feelings snatched away in the cruelest way possible.

You finally shake yourself out of your shock, reaching up to wipe the silent tears off your cheeks. You suppose that you should have expected this. You’d been foolish to think that you and the elvish prince could even remotely be friends, much less anything more.

You bury your hurt deep, deciding that from now on that you would avoid Nuada at all costs. Manning would just have to find someone else to accompany him around.

You make your way back to your room in a daze, heart twisting as you briefly glance at the door across from yours.

You don’t sleep at all that night, wrapping your wings comfortingly around yourself and shivering from the cold that has seemed to settle itself right against your bones.

~~~

You and Nuada do not speak for a month.

You deliberately avoid his gaze every time you pass each other in the halls, and if he happens to be in the training room or library whenever you are, you leave until he is finished.

By some twisted form of masochism, you spend a lot of time on the rooftop, staring blankly at the horizon.

Life without the elvish prince is boring and monotonous, and you have no idea how you carried out your days before he was there to occupy all your time. It doesn’t help that you’ve barely been given any missions, the few you’re called on only pulling you away from the compound for a few days at a time.

If anyone notices the change in either of your attitudes, they don’t say anything. Nuala often looks at you with sympathy and Liz seems to hang around more despite being constantly busy with the twins, but neither of them address your listlessness.

You’re sitting in the library pretending to read when a lower agent approaches you. “Manning wants to see you in his office.”

You get up with a sigh, already not looking forward to this conversation.

You struggle to keep any emotion from showing on your face when you see Nuada is sitting across from Manning’s desk. A strong sense of deja vu hits you as his gaze meets yours and flicks away just as quickly before you can read anything there. The director of the BPRD clears his throat, obviously having caught the brief exchange.

“There has been a troll sighting not far from here,” Manning directs towards you. “They’re bold, amassing forces so close to our base. I’m sending a large team to go deal with the problem.” He gestures to the elf who is pointedly not looking at you. “Nuada will be accompanying you.”

You immediately open your mouth to protest, your refusal dying on your tongue as Manning holds up a hand to silence you. “The prince has not caused any problems during his stay here and I believe it is time for him to start becoming more involved with our operations. He will be your responsibility while out on the field.”

You grind your teeth so hard you fear they might crack as Manning dismisses you both. You speed-walk out of the office before Nuada can get to his feet, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possibly.

It’s a little hard to do that while in the back of a transport van, which you find yourself seated in the next morning. You do your best to ignore the elf sitting across the aisle from you as you’re jostled along. You grip your dual swords sitting across your lap, trying to keep your mind on the mission ahead.

You’re the first out of the van when it stops, immediately beginning to scan your surroundings. Your group has been dropped off right in front of a dense part of the forest, the trees so close together it's impossible to see between them.

As the rest of the team assembles on the grass, you strap your swords to your back and launch yourself into the air, trying to get a better glimpse into the thicket. You swoop closer to the treetops, but the branches are too thick to see through, and you return to the clearing with no luck.

“I can barely see into there,” you report. “They’ve chosen their hideout well.”

Red claps his hands together, calling everyone closer to him. “We’ll have to split up to cover more ground. Me and Liz will head north-west into the forest. (Name), you and Nuada will go north-east. The rest of you fan out in between.”

Ice settles into your heart as the group disperses, leaving you and Nuada alone. “We’d better get going,” you address the elf for the first time in weeks, not waiting for him to reply before you start walking into the trees.

The two of you hike in silence for some minutes, pushing aside branches and foliage with every step. You grumble quietly to yourself, wishing you could stretch your wings. Nuada stops suddenly, his hand on your wrist and a slender finger pressed to his lips to keep you quiet.

Warmth begins to creep up your arm from where his skin touches yours, but the hair standing up at the back of your head distracts you from it. The sounds of the forest have gone completely silent, leaving behind an eerie ringing that you don’t know is in your head or not.

Nuada pulls you down suddenly, wide eyes meeting your own as an arrow embeds itself in the wood right behind where your head had just been.

“Run,” he growls, and then you’re both taking off through the trees.

Branches whip at your face as you race through the thicket, knobby roots seeming to reach up to try and trip you with every stride.

You scramble to a halt as a troll seems to materialize out of the branches before you, his sharp teeth and red eyes gleaming in the dappled sunlight that manages to filter through the leaves. You draw your swords, preparing for a fight. Your swords meet his in a clash of metal on metal, and you grunt from the exertion. The troll is strong, and your stomach rolls at the stench of his breath as he grins wickedly at you.

“(Name)!” A scream of your name steals your attention just enough to notice the troll that has also been creeping up behind you, but it is already too late.

A hard blow strikes you across the back of the head, and you crumple immediately. An enraged roar and a high-pitched squeal of pain that is suddenly cut off is the last thing you hear before your world completely goes black.

~~~

You wake slowly, head pounding with every beat of your heart.

You blink blearily, the sight of one of the BPRD’s hospital rooms coming into focus. Movement from beside you shifts your attention, and you’re shocked to see Nuada sitting uncomfortably in one of the metal chairs by your bedside.

He is dressed in fresh robes, his silver hair pulled back and a somber look on his face. You gaze at him silently, not trusting yourself to speak for multiple reasons.

“I owe you numerous apologies,” he begins without ceremony. “I was cruel and incredibly unkind. I have no excuse other than my own bigotry and confusion. I did not know how to handle my emotions and lashed out at you as a result.”

You allow him to grab your hand, the same warmth beginning to creep up your arm. You can’t deny that it feels nice, but you don’t exactly want to forgive him just yet.

“I feel… very strong emotions for you.” Nuada says, his face sincere as he looks at you. For once, there is no anger lurking in his sight, and his eyes are golden pools of sunlight. “I did not want to admit to myself what they were at the time, but seeing you hurt proves that I can fight it no longer.” The prince takes a deep breath. “I love you, (Name). And I will spend every day for the rest of our lives making up for the hurt I have caused you, if you would allow me to court you.”

You press your lips to his, the kiss soft and hopeful. He responds immediately, carefully bringing his hand up to caress your cheek and hold you to him. This kiss is everything that your first one should have been, and you pull away reluctantly despite yourself.

“You have a lot of making up to do,” you say with a smile. Nuada smiles back, his entire face lighting up with joy.

“I will make you my queen,” he vows. “You will never want for anything from this day forward.”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes at how serious he’s being, reaching forward to intertwine your fingers with his.

“Let’s maybe start with dinner, hm?”

#texts #reader insert #nuada x reader #nuada silverlance #hellboy #hellboy 2 the golden army #enemies to lovers #x reader

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trashy-corvian · 8 months

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Once again what could have been keeps me up at night. Just a mess of thoughts so bear with me. Usual warning for terrible grammar and typos

So, the lesson 16 and the rest of season 1. We all hated it, it's trash.

Timeline doesn't make sense. MC makes a pact with Belphie at Dia's birthday party. Which is at Halloween. Which is in October. Am i supposed to believe that ALL pact making/building relationships/forging bonds happened in 2 MONTHS???

Or maybe they go by japanese timeline which is ,ok more realistic, but still not enough time for someone (sup)

We never got to have Satan bonding time after making a pact with him. Unfair and homophobic if you ask me.

In better version of obm i propose the following. Satan, with all of his baggage, sees how brothers start to treat MC. He sees how all of their kindness and strength of character, all their efforts, everything that they done gets diminished. All of this is not becaise of MC as a person but because they related to Lilith (big sus on this but to each their own).

Satan sees it. And it makes him ANGRY

(The following based on my own MC so it has headcanons)

I propose the ending of season 1 to be Satan's time to shine. He will become our supporter, our confidant. The only one who will see how fucked up it all is. MC has no trust left for the brothers, their behavior hurted them deeply. Satan is the only one they can trust.

Maybe MC will tell Satan or he will ulfigure it out on his own but when the "being murdered isn't ok for humans" will click ohhhh. He also fucked up for ignoring this at first. Feeling guilty and searching up books on human psychology, consulting Solomon (who is immortal and his advice is shit)

Solomon who realises something is wrong. Gets so fucking angry when MC explains what happened.

Just Satan and Solomon being the only ones who MC talks to. And Luke ofc but you can't tell him about the murder.

Planting seeds for Simeon character arc. He thinks MC just needs to forget it all. They need to think of brothers first. Think about how your behavior hurts them , MC. They're happy about their sister, why must you ruin this? Just forgive already

MC won't even stays for the rest of the year. They got back to human world with Solomon to study under him. They summon Satan so he can visit.

And the season 2 is, again, how MC is a human represantative making sure Exchange programm will be safe for humans. And this time it's the brothers who seek us out. Reverse roles from season 1 so now they need to get MC's forgiveness before they got back to human world again

Now i need 1 million $ to commission someone for a fanfic

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me!#obey me swd

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1mlostnow · 2 months

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞!!

Hi!! I’m Evan! This is Intro Post IV.

- Red text is primary information, things that I’d like to bring attention to, or just things I’d like to elevate above the others

I’m genderfluid, I only use he/him, I don’t have a label but I mostly like guys, and I’m a minor!!! If you’re 18+ feel free to interact but please don’t DM me or send asks.

[spotify] [insta] [wall of text] [tone tags] [ppth staff]

This intro post is incredibly long so I put primary info before the cut ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ I love using those faces

Apologies if the red or the Blinkies are hard on the eyes :<

Other Blogs ⇩

EvanRadio : @evan-radio

Poetry and Writing : @1mfoundnow

House MD [B. Corcoran] : @head-of-forensics

House MD [G. Kramer] : @plastic-surgeon-gabi

Blinkies below the cut and throughout intro :>

Table Of Contents ⇩

1. The Basics

2. Fun Facts

3. My Resume

4. Primary Music

5. Guide To Tags

6. Hobbies

7. Other Media

8. Kinnie List

9. Primary Fandoms

10. Cast List

11. Outro

[ The Basics ]

- I absolutely adore nicknames, feel free to call me anything you want; chances are I’ll be fine with it

- pretty basic DNI -> homophobes, transphobes, racists, xenophobes, proshippers (wincest ಠ_ಠ)

- feel free to interact or spam (the good kind), my notifs are off so you won’t be bothering me at all!! Feel free to do asks or anons as long as yr a minor, I love love love answering asks. I promise I’m not scary, I don’t bite (anymore lol)

- I would prefer it as a personal boundary that you don’t DM me unless you truly deem it fit, those 1 on 1 situations tend to be incredibly uncomfortable for me. If there’s truly something you’d like to speak to me about in private, go for it.

- I love my mutuals to death. Whether we talk every day or haven’t spoken once, ily :)

- I greatly appreciate tone tags!!! There is a list at the top of this intro with a tone tag guide!

- CDT timezone, typically active from 7 AM - 12 AM (this will change to 6-8AM and 5-11PM soon)

[ Fun Facts ] + notes

- my car’s name is TOMATER (all caps)

- im the ninth wonder of the world

- I love doing little drawings

- if you want one just ask (examples at end)

- once again I love love love my mutuals

- Richard Cameron defender for life

- theme changes often

- ADHD & severe social anxiety

- if you ever draw anything for me I’ll love u forever

- The Man Who Would Be King (6x20) is the best SPN episode and nobody can convince me otherwise

- if I don’t respond I swear I’m not ignoring you!! Chances are I said ‘I’ll answer later’ and then forgot—just @ me!!

- if you ever have any corrections for one of my posts (typo, incorrect facts, hurtful language) please please let me know whether it be public or private, as the last thing I’d want to do is upset anybody.

[ My Resume ]

- Professional Ghostbuster, Midwestern Cowboy, Supervillain (for the fits)

- Bug you put in a jar with sticks and leaves and a few holes in the lid so it can breathe kinda guy yk?

- Weird kid and loser for life (I’m happy this way)

- I believe I’m incredibly funny (tell me if I’m not)

- Most sentences have bonus sentences (for the thoughts that didn’t fit into the sentence right)

- hot feral scientist

[ Primary Music ] + fav song by each (‘m basic wtv)

- AJJ -> Getting Naked, Playing With Guns

- Cage The Elephant -> Spiderhead/Halo

- Car Seat Headrest -> Life Worth Missing

- David Bowie -> Rebel Rebel

- Radiohead -> Karma Police

- Seb Lowe -> The Man, The Myth

- The Front Bottoms -> Be Nice To Me / More Than It Hurts You

- The Smiths -> Pretty Girls Make Graves

- Vundabar -> Worn/Wander, Sad Clown

- Will Wood -> Memento Mori

[ Guide to Tags ]

- #evan speaks -> yapping time, applies to majority of my posts

- #evan rants -> I’ve got a lot to talk about!!

- #evan draws -> I draw :3 some art at the end

- #evan can’t vote -> US politics (doesn’t come up that often, but still)

- #evan loves his mutuals -> y’all are my best friends and ily sososo much

[ Hobbies ]

- Occasionally crocheting

- Reading and writing

- I play alto sax in marching band (never rains on the *redacted* 🫡🌧️)

- loveeee art so much, specifically pencil drawing and painting

- idk if music counts as a hobby (listening+playing)

[ Other Media ]

Shows -> Supernatural, Sherlock, House MD, My Babysitters A Vampire (Rory my beloved), Scooby-Doo, Over The Garden Wall

Movies -> Dead Poets Society, Ghostbusters, Velvet Goldmine, The Truman Show, Goonies, Stand By Me, Saw Franchise, IT 2017

Others -> Homestuck, The Secret History, getting into newer classics (highschool english class books tbh), I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream

[ Kinnie List ]

Steven Meeks (DPS), Castiel (SPN), Richie Tozier (IT), Truman Burbank (TTS), Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters), Adam Stanheight (Saw), Henry Winter (TSH), Will Graham (Hannibal)

[ Primary Fandoms ]

Supernatural, Sherlock, Dead Poets Society, Homestuck, Ghostbusters, House MD

[ Cast List ] <- y’all are like my family ily

@pingunaa @ghostboyhood @wordssricochet @poetsinnyc @meekspeaks @midwest-quill @yourfavvgal @alightelixe @lv3buzzz @craicapparition @asclexe @lefthandedspaghetti @notcatseatheadrest @wilsons-three-legged-siamese @de4d-poet-kisser @cherrishnoodles @blakenation1 @desire-mona @prettypinkbubbless @sesamie @hemlocksloadofbull @mighthavebeenmurder @tired-and-bored-nerd @neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies @sillyhyperfixator

^^ if we ain’t close like that lmk and I’ll take you off dw ♥︎ and if I somehow missed you please please tell me and I’ll fix it right away, there’s some people I was gonna add but I wasn’t sure if we were friends like that yet lol

Outro!!

If you made it to the end of this thank you thank you thank you so much it means the world to me.

I can’t add more photos, so I’ll make and link a separate post with my art, so you can decide if that’s something you’d be interested in!!!

[ art here!! ]

#evan speaks #evan intro 4 #dead poets society #house md #homestuck #supernatural #i love my mutuals #all of my regular tags #intro post

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if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi · 10 months

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POLARIS

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi, or Makisig (the Tamawo bros). Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.

A/N: This one is the sequel to Rough around the Edges. The last chapter (Rough Around the Edges - Final Part) may seem rushed- honestly, it is. Not in a way that I wanted to finish it at that, but my ADHD brain sometimes gets sudden bursts of ideas that I need to quickly get into my drafts, however, my fingers are too slow to type everything. Those I didn't get to type is somehow forgotten or changed into something else, thus explains the inconsistencies in pace, typos, wrong grammar, and other imperfections in my writing. (No, I am not sad or apologetic about it. I have a lot to improve and I have all the time in the world :D ) Still, I am thankful for everyone who takes time to read the products of my mind. I love writing about Maliksi btw, I think his character is complex and simple in itself and I am absolutely smitten with him. <3 Love HC and everything they do, as well as my fellow Planet Puto fans and enjoyers.

((AND NO, I AM NOT HURTING YOUR HEARTS THIS TIMEEE))

"Hey old hag, slow down or do you wanna get your second hip replacement right away?" Maliksi grumbled as he helped Amor's granddaughter, Maricela sit into a chair at the patio. She and Maliksi became friends- sharing their adoration for Amor.

Maricela has been old now and being in her 70's wasn't that enjoyable for her. She recently got hip replacement surgery and her grandchildren will be coming home from the city next week to take care of her.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure Lola Amor loved not getting this old. That woman died pretty." Maricela softly chuckled. "Thank you for visiting, Maliksi."

Maliksi scoffed. "Yeah, yeah. Can't have you tumbling around your backyard again before Amor scolds me on my dreams."

"Lola visits you on your dreams? Wait, you guys sleep?"

"If you were any younger I would've smacked you on your head by now. Ofcourse we sleep! We're not vampires! And no, she doesn't visit my dreams, that snobby little lady not even showing herself to me...even once."

"Not like you visited her when she was still alive!" Maricela burst out laughing.

"To my defense, I absolutely have no idea how time works outside Biringan. I didn't bother finding out before losing her." Maliksi softly answered.

"Atleast you're learning now. How's your Kuya Makisig? Still busy with his tamawo duties?"

"Yeah, as always."

"If you both didn't tell me everything about tamawos or explained how you guys' relationship with the humans work, I would've stayed there. I was crushing hard on your Kuya when I was younger." Maricela giggled.

"Well, you're a widow now want me to get Kuya to-"

Maricela, even being that old was still strong enough to playfully bonk Maliksi on his head. "Oh shush! Have some respect to your elders, how can you pimp me like I'm some kind of sugar baby wannabe."

Maliksi clutched his stomach from laughing too hard. "C'mon. I'm technically older than you by a lot!"

"You have a point. You should visit here next week. My grandchildren will be throwing a little party since this is the first time they'll be going home here in the province in a very long time. We'll have a lot of sweets and kakanin for sure."

"Next week huh? Seven human days, sure...I'll set that in my calendar so I won't miss it."

Maricela's laughter filled the air as her younger grandchildren pushed her wheelchair around the yard. Most of Maricela's family stayed at the city and rarely visited the province. The kids are absolutely enjoying it, having a chance to play in the sun and have fun on an open yard for the first time.

Maliksi quietly watched as he picks up a plate, ignoring the other savory dishes and going straight to the dessert section. The family members just thought of Maliksi as anak ng kapitbahay who looks after their Lola Maricela whenever he's free so he is treated warmly, oftentimes greeted by everyone who passes by his table.

Maliksi was spooning some lecheflan right out from the llanera when a shy boy approached his table and placed a platter of kutsinta right infront of him.

"My ate told me to give this to you." The boy shyly said before running away to join his cousins.

He tilted his head, eyes scanning the plate of steamed rice cake in front of him.

Amor still makes the best one.

Kutsinta is still his favorite, no doubt about that, yet he couldn't get himself to eat it after learning about Amor's passing, knowing nothing can top her kutsinta- it's the best he's ever tried even after being alive for centuries afterall.

Maliksi looked around, knowing that the kakanin might be prepared by one of Maricela's relatives, or worse, by one of her grandkids. Not wanting to be rude towards the one who made it, Maliksi slowly picked up a piece, inching it closer to his mouth before taking a bite.

His eyes widen as he quickly stood up from his seat, Maricela and her family were surprised at his suddenness, all eyes staring at him in bewilderment.

"Is everything okay, ijo?" one of the aunties asked Maliksi.

He quickly realized his actions, clearing his throat to gain composure and sitting back down calmly. "I- Sorry, it's just..the kutsinta is...good. Who made it?"

"Oh, must be Y/n. Lola Maricela's granddaughter who just graduated college. She loved cooking."

Maliksi heard a soft chuckle from behind him. He slowly turned around to see who it's coming from.

"Tastes like the best kutsinta ever, huh?" You stood infront of him, giving him a smug smile.

"You look like a kutsinta type of guy so I asked my lil bro to give you some. You like it?"

Maliksi stood frozen in place, his mind wandering to places. It is indeed the best kutsinta. Hell, it tastes like Amor's. He cannot forget that taste even after so many years.

The nostalgia brought by that single bite alone is enough to take him back to that time when Amor would make kutsinta and place it somewhere he'll find since he's too prideful before to accept anything from humans. He won't be able to resist it and just tell himself that Amor didn't give it to him- he 'sneakily' stole it from the human girl and enjoyed every last bits of it.

"I might not remember him, but my heart and soul will know him once we meet again."

"You...made this?"

You nodded. "Yeah, aside from the kutsinta itself, the secret actually lies on-"

"On the yema that is spread lightly on the top of the kutsinta before it's sprinkled with grated coconut." Maliksi finished your sentence which made you chuckle a little bit.

"How did you know that? Not everyone does that."

"A...friend of mine made it like that." Maliksi softly answered.

#philmytcrea #planet puto #rp tamawo #planetputo #maliksithetamawo #PLEES ACCEPT DIS AS AN APOLOGY FOR THE ANGSTT

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hannieluvsyou · 11 months

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Super shy.

Kwon Soonyoung x Reader

description: Wherein the loud boy gets smitten with his seatmate, the shy girl.

genre: fluff

warnings: swearing.

note: I apologize in advance for any typos or grammatical errors.

'This guy keeps staring at me...' I thought as I shift uncomfortably in my seat, trying to ignore the intense stare that shoots holes through the side of my head.

Who you may ask? Kwon Soonyoung. My seatmate.

Ever since he became my seatmate, he's a bit too uh... Loud for my liking. I don't really pay him any mind but his stares and loud mouth make me sweat literal fucking bullets.

"Hey uh– do you have a spare pen?" I quickly looked at him, surprised at the sudden question. He just stares at me as he waits for my response.

'Shit shit shit what do I say?!' I internally panic as I look for a pen.

Soonyoung patiently waits with sweaty palms. He finally talked to you! Even if you looked scared shitless, he talked to you! All he has to do now is do it every chance he gets. The hard part is well, talking to you.

Talking to people is like taking a walk in the park for him. But when it comes to you, it's a completely different story. His usual loud ass mouth becomes a thin line and his usually relaxed eyes are almost bulging out of it's sockets.

After some time, he saw a pen slide on his side of the desk.

"Here, I hope you don't mind. I don't have any other pen available." I say as I play with the pages of my book.

Soonyoung stares at the unicorn themed pen in his hand.

'Cute.' He fanboyed in his mind, pink dusting his cheeks.

He clutched it and looked at you with sparkly eyes.

"I like it!" He started. "Thank you." He said while sporting a blinding smile.

"No problem..." I whisper lowly. I don't think he heard me but his smile that widened says otherwise.

He knows that you're a shy one, but that does not stop him from feeling these particular emotions. He strongly believes that 'opposites attract'.

A few days have passed since that interaction. I have embarrassed myself once, I'm not letting myself get embarrassed twice. I just have to avoid him for as long as I can. It's not that I don't like the guy, I just don't think that we'll ever get along.

Soonyoung on the other hand, will do anything just to talk to you. Accidentally bumping into you, asking for notes, inviting you for lunch, he has tried everything. Yet what does he get? A scared expression and quick nods. It's not like he's not hurt about it, but he understands that you may be a bit overwhelmed with his advances.

But today may be the day that things will change.

I have a quiz today, and that means that I only got 2 hours of sleep. I might've aced the exam but I am tired as hell.

I can't help the bobbing of my head. 'It feels like I have a fucking brick as a head.' I thought while my eyes are only halfway open.

Soonyoung of course notices, and is about to ask if you're okay. But before he can, your head is immediately met by the hard table resulting in a loud 'bam!' sound. You remained still, already fast asleep. Luckily for you, there was only four other people in the room that don't seem to really care.

'Her position looks really uncomfortable..' he thought. An idea came up, but he ponders for a bit since you might not approve.

Finally he caves in and gently brushes the stray hairs out of your face, admiring your face in the process.

"So cute.." he said quietly as to not wake you up.

He shifts your position and now you're head is laying on his shoulder while his arm is securely wrapped around you. You unconsciously snuggle closer to him.

You stir a bit and notice your change in position. You look up and see Soonyoungs face, but before you can say anything he silently assures you that it's okay.

You ponder for a bit but doze off again, wrapping your arms around his waist slowly.

'I guess he's not that bad..' I thought before fully letting darkness engulf my vision.

He prays that you won't kill him when you fully wake up but for now, he'll enjoy this moment with you.

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imperfection-in-one-human · 1 year

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Falling for you

Tav x Wyll

They/them - no specific description again.

Warnings: uh. Mentions of a fight? ; injuries mentioned ? ; again bad english etc ; mentions of burning ; fluff kind of ; falling in love

Note: helloooo its me again! Idk what got over me to write another thing but well here i am! I hope you enjoy this one too. I really like the idea of telling how the companions fell in love with tav over small little things hehe. Still, english is not my native language and there are typos etc! Please be kind and enjoy this one too 💕

The first time wyll saw them it was like a spark got ignited - seeing them slaughtering their way through a gorde of goblin, right in front of the grove, just because they heard some shouting and pleading - it was like he met someone he once knew. It felt like an old friend or an old imagine of himself when he tried so desperately to help other but he welcomed this feeling. It was not really new but also not familiar, it was refreshing.

So it was almost no suprise when he anticaoted ghem to talk to him, he saw them walking into the grove with a small scowl on their face but also a very reliefed sigh on their lips when they saw how everyone got in in time, the only thing that made him wince a little was when they gave aradin a clear punch in the face. It was amusing, yes, but also something he wouldnt have done because it was not really necessary... still, it was kind of fun to watch. Especially when he saw how much zevlor smiled because of that little antic of them and he just knew: if they wouldnt have done it, zevlor wouldve.

The second time his heart skipped a beat was when they came to him and the kids but not because he was there, no, because they wanted to see if they were alright. They talked so sweetly to all those little tieflings, cheered them up a bit while their teacher praised them for helping them. They even ignored the scowling and pouting of their companions just because they thought that those kids needed their spirits lifted after that shock. At this point wyll almost expected them to talk to him and they did even though it was not because he was the famous blade of frontiers, no, it was just because they asked him if he was okay ? Him ? That was something he didnt expect to get asked. No one quite asked the blade if he was okay after he helped them, most were happy that someone was helping them in the first place! But this one was different, their warm smile and their twinkling eyes left him breathless for a moment, so much that he covered it up with a small laugh anf a wink of his hand. Of course he was fine!

The third time his heart pang loud in his chest was when mizora found him in their camp and tav, as he learned their name, was all to ready to fight against her, just because she yanked his invisible leash and threaten him and karlach. They even comforted him right after he burned for a moment in avernus, they hold his hand so soft as if he was made out of glass, as if he was something so special that they needed to be careful around him and all this happened while they'd be spitting insults right to mizora - who already left the scene but tav asserted that she still deserved all her insults and that she would tell her them later on when she shows herself again into their camp. Tav was really an odd one for caring so much about him.

The fourth time his heart hummed pleasantly was when they came to him at the little gathering with the tieflings - their cheeks all blushed and a small giggle on their pretty lips. Again they asked him if he was okay or if he needed anything, they even said that they missed him between all those other people. Not because they wanted to drink with him - simply because they enjoyed his company and their little chats. Tav wasnt one for drinking or dancing but they promised to dance with him if he was ready to try it again but under the condition that wyll wasnt allowed to laugh! Tav got two left feet and way to shaky hands that they even get a step right, they would probably cling onto poor wyll while stressing about not to step onto his feet. Strangely that was something he found endearing - maybe it wasnt all so bad having a clumsy dance partner which needed a good guiding hand on the small of their back, also at some point its not about dancing anymore, its about having a special person so close to another that both of their hearts tune into the same melody. When time stops and nothing can burst their little bubble where it only matters how long their feet can carry them over the floor before holding in and just enjoy themself in each others arms.

Maybe, he tells himself, he can dance again freely under the night sky with a certain someone.

#bg3 reader #bg3 wyll #bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 wyll x reader #bg3 wyll x tav #wyll x reader #wyll x tav #wyll ravengard #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 wyll

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gayandpanicked · 11 days

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Idiots do fall in love too

Stardew Valley Fanfiction (Ridgeside Village mod)

Pairing: female Reader x Philip

Wordcount: 3k something

Rating: Mature (but not explicit, although with very obvious sexual contents)

Synopsis: Reader catches a crush on Philip but is a little stupid about it. With happy ending.

Warning: sexual content, fluff, minors dni

(Some typos possible, will correct them some day)

When you moved into the valley you were incredibly overwhelmed. Although you were used to many people in Zuzu City, it was something incomparable.

In Zuzu you knew 2 colleagues by name and were surrounded by hundreds of people every day that you were glad to ignore. Now you were facing around 20 or 30 peers at best, but you were supposed to know all of them.

Lewis and Lenny were very active in introducing you to both the residents of Pelican Town and Ridgeside Village. You were invited to several events and happenings where you felt awkward and left out. And as your eyes shifted nervously around, your gaze suddenly fell upon blond hair and a beautiful smile.

During your first flower dance you noticed him. Philips calm demeanor immediately had you captivated. He was like an oasis in the desert for your anxiety. Many people talked to him and he handled them effortlessly. His shoulders were never tensed up like yours when someone new approached him. From time to time you noticed a joyful sparkle in his eyes and gentle wrinkles around his grinning mouth. On other occasions his brows furrowed slightly and his hands pierced forward in an attempt to assist someone in need of help.

When his open gaze suddenly crossed your growing admiration, you flinched and quickly turned around, feeling as if you finally awoke from a dream too sweet to let go. Confused you looked into your empty cup with punch. Your face was hot. Maybe you had a bit too much? You didn’t remember yourself to be a lightweight but if Pam or Shane had their hands on the drinks there was a possibility that it was simply a tad bit too strong for y—…

„Excuse me ma‘am?“

The air was sucked out of your lungs. Every muscle of your body tensed up and you had to consciously remind yourself to breathe, before slowly, shyly turning around. Something about his aura was too dazzling, as if he was living in another dimension from you. It seemed unreal that Philip would actually come over and talk to you out of all people. You heartbeat quickened as if it was attempting to win a race. Did he notice you were staring?

„H-hi“, you stuttered and quickly cleared your throat, before attempting to speak again. „I— I am the new farmer… In Pelican Town. The one n-next to the bus stop.“ Somehow you desperately wanted to explain yourself. As if trying to say that you‘re not a creep or something. But clearly you made it worse.

In your mind you prayed to Yoba to open a hole in the ground for you to burry yourself in. But nothing of that sorts happened. Instead Philip smiled.

„My pleasure. I am Philip, a physical therapist working in Town.“ You nodded quickly as if that was new information to you although Lenny already told you a lot about him during a short visit in Ridgeside. „Sorry for approaching you like that. I noticed you staggering a bit and I just wanted to make sure that you were fine.“

Your eyes widened. „Staggering?“ Once again you looked into your cup. Maybe it really was all just the alcohol in the end. What a relief! With a content sigh you too showed a clumsy smile and shrugged your shoulders a little.

„I think I had too much… But I am alright, thank. I will stop drinking now…“

Philip huffed in a little laugh and nodded. „That‘s good then. If you‘re feeling somehow uncomfortable, please don’t hesitate to ask for help. I… tend to be a bit of a busy body, I can‘t seem to stop working entirely.“ He scratched the back of his head in slight embarrassment under you wanted to melt at how sweet this boy was. And now that you realized you were drunk you allowed yourself to crush a little on this man.

With a dreamy smile you mustered his pretty cheeks now coloring in a soft pink. „Sounds good“, you whispered. „When I need someone to save me I‘ll come… looking for you.“ You chuckled slightly before being interrupted by an important thought. „But you too! I mean, if you need saving and eh… if you don‘t have someone to save you yet then… I eh… Farmers are strong…?“

You couldn’t guess yourself what it was that you tried to say. Flirting was far from your strong point. But Philip simply showed you a dazzling grin.

„Deal.“

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From that day on he crossed your paths more often than before. Or you simply were more aware of him?

Philip always made sure to greet you. Butterflys were born in your core every time his dreamy smile found your eyes and his honey coated voiced called out to you. At first you felt weird. But pretty quickly you noticed that his grinning „ma‘am“ did a lot more for you than you anticipated…

He whispered it into your ear in the middle of the night when you were alone in your cabin with nothing but your fantasy.

„You called for me, ma‘am?“, his imaginary voice chuckled, as your hand transformed into his, slowly caressing your heaving chest. „You called me in the middle of the night. I came as soon as I heard your heavy breath.“ You moaned at the fantasy of his long fingers squeezing your breast. Something resembling a doctor role play manifested in your mind, his fingers thoroughly examining you.

It didn’t took you long to fill your cabin with obscene squelching sounds when your fingers entered your core over and over again as you clawed yourself into your soft flesh. „Oh god… Yoba… Please Philip…“

What could he do to your body? In what positions could he gently guide you? Would he be soft or rough? It didn’t matter to you. You wanted to be ravaged by him so badly. You were a moaning mess as you tossed around, pushing your face into your pillow, raising your hips as if you were giving him access to take you roughly from behind while frantically pumping your fingers inside of you.

„Aren‘t you doing so good, ma‘am?“ You felt dizzy with lust, you drooled into your pillow as you finally came undone with a desperate gasp for air. Your hips still shuddered, your legs trembling. And after slowly coming down from your high you let your body fall numbly into the mattress. Sweat was dripping down your forehead and it took you quite some time to finally catch your breath.

When the clarity crept back into your consciousness and you were crushed by the realization of what you just did, you let out a loud groan and pushed your face further into your pillow. „Fuck… I am so screwed…“, you whined. „I am a pervert. A fucking creep…“ You tried to imagine how you were supposed to look Philip in the eyes now. „Shit…“

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Just as you thought the following days were torturous whenever you found yourself face to face with the beautiful physical therapist. When he called ma‘am now you could feel his voice prickling on your skin. Your face was heating up helplessly, when his eyes were fixed on you and you felt like a stuttering mess.

The worst thing about it all: you were absolutely certain that he was not interested in you. Not in the slightest. So you desperately tried to suppress your crush as you slowly got to know him and growing closer to him. In a completely platonic way. And way too quick you stopped hearing him calling you ma‘am with only your horny fantasies left to purr it into your ear.

„Here you are! I‘ve been looking for you everywhere!“ The excited young man came running up to you as you were tending the farm. You were just about to plant some new seeds, being bent over your field as Philip came to a hold. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand and pulling the garden gloves from your fingers as you smiled up at him. Your hair was in a messy ponytail, getting lose from work. Philip has seen you in similar fits quite some times already so you convinced yourself to stop minding.

You laughed with a confused frown. „You looked for me everywhere and decided to check my farm last?“ Philip was clenching a little package in his hand and he took a while to answer. You felt him mustering you up and down, as he often did. Your guess was that he was checking for any injuries or something similar. He was incredibly caring and truly a busy body through and through.

„I…“ He shook his head and cleared his throat as if to force himself to concentrate. „I wanted to come here straight on but as I passed Pieres and the community center I decided to check for you there. Just for efficiency.“ You nodded.

„Sounds smart. Well now you found me. What do you have there?“ Quickly he extended his hand with the little package.

„I just got the new issue of IncrediMan delivered! Do you want to check it out together?“

A loving sigh left your lips, as you couldn’t help the grin growing in your face, looking up at him. Look at him being so passionate and so happy. At first you were surprised finding out that he was a bit of a nerd. But after getting to know him better it fit him perfectly and you thought of it as adorable. You wanted to peck his face all over with kisses when he came running to you, beaming like this.

„I‘d love to. But I still have some work to do before it gets too late. Would you mind waiting for a bit? Or you could already read it here and I‘ll join you when I am ready?“

Philip was clearly conflicted. His eyes jumped from your face to the package and back. „I— I am really stoked for that issue and if it‘s fine with you I‘d start it already. Are you sure though I am not bothering you if I stay here for that?“

You grinned happily and quickly shook your head. „You‘re never a bother. I love having you here. Please make yourself comfortable. I‘ll hurry.“

Again Philip took some time to answer, just looking at you. You never noticed how longingly he stared at you. In your mind it was just him being lost in thought, so you just waited patiently for his reply.

„Deal“, he finally smiled at you and headed towards your porch, making himself comfortable on the bench you placed there. Soon your cat joined the man cuddled up to him, earning herself some pets. Every time you looked up from your work and let your eyes find him, you couldn‘t help to feel a bit envious. What would you give to cuddle up to him like this too…

The evening hours approached quicker than you thought and soon dawn fell upon you. When you were finally ready you slipped past Philip who was completely lost in his comic, took a warm shower, changed your clothes to something comfortable and fresh and took two beers from the refrigerator before sneaking up to the blond man. Grinning you leaned slightly against him from behind gently holding the cold can against his throat.

Immediately Philip tensed up, jumped a little even and you chuckled. „I am ready“, you singsang and came around to fall down next to him, stretching out your naked legs that stretched into a pair of dark booty shorts.

„H-huh?“, Philips eyes widened and he couldn’t tear his eyes from you. Not from the top hugging your chest or your wet long hair framing your flushed face. „You—…“ He turned around to look into the cabin behind him before turning around to face you again.

„You took a shower“, he said, somewhat high pitched and yet as if he wasn’t sure about it. You blinked at him in confusion and tilted your head slightly to the side. You still held the two cans of beer in your hands and issued him to take his.

„Yeah, I have? Do you prefer me to stink after a long day of work?“ Why was he reacting this way? You couldn’t quite grasp the mood. „Are you alright?“

Philip laughed almost mechanically, before stopping all at once and shaking his head. He opened his can of beer and gulped down half of it before leaning back and trying to collect his demeanor.

„Yeah, I— Look, I know of the possibility of making this awkward and I really tried not to! But you make it incredibly hard to not get my hopes up.“

His ears turned red. The issue of IncrediMan was laying next to him and he held the beer can with both hands. And you… you looked at him in utter confusion.

„Getting your… hopes up?“, you asked. And very very slowly the understanding of what might be happening here was beginning to fill your mind. And from one second to the next your face was cooking and you turned beet red. Suddenly you felt self conscious with the amount of skin you were showing and you fumbled slightly with you shorts.

„So uh—… do you… You‘re hoping… What I mean is…“, you begann stuttering and now it was Philip looking up, admiring you fidgeting next to him, hiding away your blushing face and seemingly panicking. He pressed his lips together, took a deep breath and extended his hand to awkwardly hover over you.

„Are you… Would you allow me to touch you?“ Your eyes widened and you frantically bobbed your head. Yoba, you were fantasizing of him touching you for months! Of course you‘d allow him. With a smile he gently brought his fingers up to your scalp and stroke the wet strands of hair out of your face. You felt like a bunny, wanting to run away from a possible threat but also wanting to… make your fantasies a reality.

Philip just look at you squirming under his touch, fighting for control. „Yoba, you‘re so beautiful“, he breathed full of adoration. Your heart skipped several beats just to catch up to them in a second.

You whined slightly, melting under his warmth. „I— uh… I thought you uh… didn’t see me like that and I… Do you… I mean—…? Ugh I am so sorry… I am such a mess.“

Philip laughed. „Yeah you are. But you‘re making me a mess in the process too. I was infatuated with you for a year now… since the flower dance. I saw you staring at me. You were so obvious, so incredibly cute and yet so innocently oblivious. I had good intentions coming over to you, but very bad ones leaving you…“

Your breath was caught in your lungs, your whole body shut down, listening to his deep voice, seducing your very being. You leaned closer to him as if his personal gravity was pulling you in.

„You noticed?“

Philip grinned and nodded.

„I noticed. But I wasn’t a hundred percent sure of how deep your… interest in me actually was. And if you liked me or you just really liked being called ma‘am.“

You gasped, your eyes big in shock. „No way! You noticed even that? How? What did I do? I tried to hide it so hard.“ You pouted, feeling discouraged, still not full grasping where this conversation was going. Not fully realizing that you have put away the can and leaned forward on your hands that were placed between you, being only inches away from his face.

The blond man was unsure how to answer at first. How to proceed in this situation. He knew you were putty in his hands and he desperately searched for his will to behave and not let his mind wander, seeing you so deliciously willing like this.

He brought his hand forward that was still lost in your strands and gently pushed against the plush of your red lips. „Your cheeks turned red every time I called out to you. Your bottom lip started trembling until you sucked it in, looking at me from under your lushes as if you just confessed to dirty little crime that you committed. Your eyes went a bit hazy and you couldn’t stop sighing when you thought I didn’t look at you anymore, being all lost in the clouds.“

That was too much for you. Too close to all of your fantasies. You pursed your lips in reflex and pushed them against his thump. You furrowed your brows as you started placing little kisses over his fingers, over to his knuckles, to the sides of his wrist. He sharply sucked in his breath, watching you with a growing hunger.

„You‘re so mean, Philip…“, you whined. „I was feeling so bad. And I tried so hard to keep my… desires to myself. I was dying on my crush for you and you knew all along. You‘re such a tease.“

You were drunk of him. His scent was tickling your nose and you worshipped his stretched out hand, letting your lips draw over his veins, sucking slightly on his skin, taking in his taste. Oh god you liked him so much. You opened your mouth, letting your tongue lick over his thumb.

Something in his head snapped. His fingers gripped around your throat and at first you gasped in surprise, thinking for a split second you did something wrong. But as he pulled you closer, directing your gaze to look him in the eyes you shuddered. His normally shining, glistening eyes were burning into your soul. You quickly got used to his grip and found yourself comfort in his gentle forcefulness.

„I planned several dates ahead“, he growled slightly. „I wanted to offer up my arm for you to cuddle up to me. I imagined how I‘d take your hand for the first time. How I‘d kiss your lovely smile…“ The tingling sensation for butterflies exploded once again in your stomach. He was thinking of all these things? He meant it, he actually liked you!

He smiled, but it felt strained as if he had to force every single muscle to obey him. „But right now I‘d like to skip all of that and keep it for another day. Is that what you want as well?“ Skipping… Skipping the steps… You blinked up at him, your fuzzy brain had difficulties processing his words, until you gasped.

„Do you want to…?“, your voice was nothing more than a whisper. „You mean… dirty stuff?“

Philip frowned, taking a deep breath, shaking, nodding. „Yes. I‘d love to do some very, very dirty stuff with you.“ - „Me too!“, you answered quicker than you anticipated, nodding. „Yes, yes, yes, please.“

Philip smirked.

His lips crashed against yours, catching you in a hungry kiss. It was sloppy, open mouthed and greedy. Then you both suddenly switched to soft, and gentle, hugging his lips with yours before getting lost in a fight of tongues all over again.

Your breath was heavy. The air leaving his lips was the essence of your life. You swallowed all the little sighs he slipped into your mouth and you repaid him with breathless moans. He snaked his arms around you and you were the one climbing on his lap to be closer. To feel him.

You both were so lost in each other. While his hands roamed carefully over your body, yours grabbed him, teared his clothes out of the way to feel his warm skin underneath your fingertips.

He carried you inside when it was apparent that both your clothes were too much to handle sticking to your bodies right now. Philip put you gently down. You pulled him with you. You both were so hungry for each other, only letting up for seconds to catch your breath before clashing together again.

You pushed him down and climbed on top of him, letting your hands crawl down to his hips, wanting to touch, taste and swallow his pleasure. But Philip quickly turned you around, hovering over you and taking a moment to grin at how eager you were. You both were left in your underwear and he admired your beautiful body before something mischievous appeared in his eyes again.

„You‘re so beautiful tonight, ma‘am.“

Your eyes widened and his words resonated deep within you, reaching your core, screaming for him. „W-what?“

Philip grinned and buried his nose in the crook of your neck. „I think I am losing control at your beauty. Purse those lovely lips of yours and tell me how to please you best, ma‘am.“ He looked deep into your soul. „Pretty please?“

You felt like a fish gasping for air. All of your fantasies somehow becoming real right in front of you. The shame, the embarrassment and the unbearable desire washed over you. You felt like cumming just from your pantie giving you the tiniest friction. Pearls of sweat were coating your body and pouted at him, clearly indicating it was your turn to be pleased first.

A whine left your lips. „I… That‘s not fair. Why am I the first?“ Although you really longed to feel good and to be ravaged by this man, you first wanted to experience him. How he whimpered, if he was vocal or let his body talk. You needed to see him washed over in bliss. But—

His hand reached down for your thigh, boring his fingers into your flesh and you yelped. „Because I am your guest right now, am I not? Let me show my gratitude for your generous invitation.“ He leaned down, pushed your legs open and kissed down your belly until his lips reached the hem of your panty. „Use your voice, ma‘am“, he purred against the twitching center of your lust and you moaned his name.

„That‘s so embarrassing…“, you whined, before your fingers gently snaked into his blond strands. „Devour me, please? Take me with a little force, please. Push me into several positions, make me take you all the way down and pound into me as hard as you‘d like. I want my body to remember you tomorrow, to remind me of right now every time I take a step or sit down. Make me cum so oft I cry, please. Please, is that alright? Please?“ Your face was the deepest shade of red it could reach, you were lightheaded from all the blood rushing into your head.

Philip was frozen for a second, staring at you with a mix of adoration and disbelief. „You are… Fuck. You‘re so perfect!“ He quickly came back up to you to give you a deep loving kiss, over and over again before leaning his forehead against yours. „I will make you feel the best. Today, tomorrow and every day after that.“

While he said those words he pushed your leg up, getting down on you again, pulling away your slip to fulfill every one of your wishes.

You giggled slightly.

„Deal!“, you agreed, before throwing your head back with a surprised moan that filled your cabin.

#stardew valley #ridgeside village #Philip #captain foreplay #reader has crush on Philip #Idk #honestly #fanfiction #one shot

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donationwayne · 6 months

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Fuck It Friday

i noticed everyone is mostly doing spicy clips this fuck it friday but i haven't written any buddie smut yet so i hope everyone enjoys a snippet from my upcoming army!eddie fic coming up. It will also be my first multi-chapter fic! (this is from my first draft so if you see any typos please ignore lmaoooo)

i was tagged by @daffi-990 !!!!

Buck and Eddie moved to LA w/ Chris, shortly after Eddie was deployed overseas again. Buck is navigating raising their son on his own in a new state while working a new job and starting at the 118. Things get dicey when Eddie goes MIA overseas.

“Hey Bobby, I hate to ask this, but my Abuela broke her hip while she was watching my son. Would I be able to pick him up from the hospital? His Tia will have her hands full caring for my Abuela.” Bobby blinked at Buck, stupefied. “Your son?” Buck gave the three of them a sheepish smile, turning shy eyes on Chimney and Hen, who were staring at Buck slack-jaw. "Sorry, can you repeat that?” Chimney asked, pretending to clean out his ear with a tinge of sarcasm and shock. “I, yeah—his name is Chris. He’s 7. I’m sorry I never said anything sooner—we were still just trying to settle in. It was a huge change for us to move out here. And on top of that, I didn’t know…” “You didn’t know what it would be like here.” Hen stated. She picked up on the implication behind the half spoken thought easily. In the years since Bobby took over, the crew had grown so much closer, all wound together in one giant, occasionally dysfunctional, family. Even more so, once Athena and Bobby started dating about a year after she and Michael had officially separated. Buck wouldn’t just be introducing himself to a new family, but his son was, which was certainly intimidating. Terrifying even when it was so clear that Buck had some serious self-esteem issues. He was terrified of rejection, and adding an extra party to the equation complicated everything that much more. Buck shrugged and smiled sheepishly. “I never expected LA to become home so fast. Before I really settled in here at the station, I just wanted to be sure it was going to work before I completely committed. I needed to leave my options open in case the hours didn’t work with taking care of him. Texas and LA are extremely different environments, and even though we’d been here through my training, I still wasn’t sure if we’d find a good school.” Buck shakes his head. “I’m sorry I didn’t mention anything sooner, but we just weren’t ready.” “But you’re ready now?” Bobby asked, his expression both unreadable and soft. “Yeah,” Buck glances at the three of them flushing a little. “I really think I am.” “Wait, you’re a Texas boy?” Chim grimaces like he can’t connect the dots to Buck. Buck laughs at his befuddled expression. “Not exactly. I was born and raised in Hershey, Pennsylvania. I ended up in Texas after some traveling.” “Traveling? How did you travel with a whole ass, kid? Aren’t you only like 25?” Buck laughed while watching them struggle with the math of it all. “It's a long story.” One that he was not ready to tell, one that he would not be ready to tell until Eddie was back stateside. Until he was safe in Buck’s arms. “Well, if you want to bring him back here, you’re more than welcome to,” Bobby offered, squeezing Buck’s shoulder comfortingly. “Thank you, Bobby, and I promise this won’t be a regular occurrence.” Buck started to babble. “It's alright, Buck, now go get your son.” Bobby soothed.

I feel like a lot of people have already posted today but if anyone wants to do this who has, tag me so I can see your fic!!!!

#911 #911 abc #buddie #buddie fanfic #buddie wip #911 fic #evan buckley #army!eddie #aubs rambles #fuck it friday

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years

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Vengeance & Nightmares

Dream of the Endless x Wayne!Reader, Bruce Wayne & Sister!Reader

Summary: You confront Bruce with the fact that he hasn't been sleeping, and his eye twitches as the mention of Dream. He does not enjoy the nagging so much that he sleeps out of spite, willing a gun in his thoughts as he did so.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Sibling arguments, angry delirious & sleep deprived!Bruce, angst ig, briefest mentions of injury, girl please idk if i have to keep saying there is no incest in this but i will because if any of you come with that I will riot, typos, etc.

A/N: This isn't necessarily a part 2 but yeah i have another wayne!reader fic you might wanna check out. Also i made a technical p3 I'm tagging @lexi-anastasia @igotanidea because they seemed to like the first one lol also my loves @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

Bruce grunts, holding the strained part of his ribcage as he walks over to his computer chair.

His chair then swivels unexpectedly which makes him freeze. He grunts at what he sees, tension leaving him quickly, "get off my chair."

"You mean," I look at his injured face and torn suit, "the chair I bought because you lost 2 inches of your height after hunching over for days."

I narrow my eyes as he walks over to me.

"Yes, yes, thank you," he says, grabbing me then unceremoniously ripping me off his spot where he heavily plops down.

I groan at his actions, eye twitching at the sound of his quick typing. I do not pullback my punch on his arm, which causes a loud thud to echo in the bat cave along with his whine.

Bruce snaps to me and screams my name out in annoyance and anger.

"Dream told me you have not been sleeping for two weeks!"

At once, he shoots up, peering down at me angrily.

I am not in the slightest intimidated, "he said he's been anticipating you but you have not-"

"Do you and your boyfriend have nothing better to talk about?"

I roll my eyes, "besides the fact you've clearly not been listening to all the times I've chastised you for not going to bed-"

Bruce scoffs.

"-you've also not been listening to my stories about my relationship with Dream."

His eye twitches before he turns away and sits back down, "and why would I care about your relationship with him."

"Well, for starters he's not my boyfriend, we're taking it slow after he proposed again, but you obviously don't even-."

"Mmm, no, I know. It's a wise decision of a fool to go about with no labels with a man who clearly-"

Bruce does not get to continue when I kick his chair roughly and he shoots away to the other side of the room, office chair wheels whirring.

He calls my name out again but I ignore him and I begin to type away on his computer.

He is standing behind me when the profile pops up on screen: Dream of the Endless, a subfolder of Death, Delirium, ??? is attached.

I glare up at him and cross my arms, "maybe instead of sleuthing like a moron, you can just as me, ask him about whatever it is you need to know."

"The moron sleuth talks herself," Bruce presses the Esc button, "I know everything I need to know about your not boyfriend, little girl."

"You are," I pinch my fingers together tightly, "insufferable!"

"Clearly, it's genetic."

I shove him away, knowing well he was injured underneath his armor, and storm off.

Just then, Alfred, who was holding a tray of medical equipment freezers. I give him a look as I leave, "let him suffer, Alfred."

"Yes, I have withheld the pain killers, ma'am."

Bruce only turns to Alfred when he hands him a pill bottle.

"You should listen to your sister for once."

He looks at the sleeping pills in Alfred's grip and feels his pulse quicken. His eye begins to twitch, "fine," he grabs it, "I have business I need to discuss with her not boyfriend anyway."

Alfred sighs deeply.

Dream senses him the moment he made it to the Dreaming.

"Bruce," the king of Dreams greets the elder Wayne with a soft smile, "I am glad to finally have-"

The sound of a gun cocking stops him.

The two stare at each other for a long moment.

Bruce's breathing is taxed, his arm is shaking, his eyes were blown. He was severely fatigued, even in his dreams, because that was how he was projecting himself.

Dream narrows his eyes at him, "you think you can harm me in my realm?"

"No, but it will get my point across," Bruce mutters and begins shooting. Though there is a sound of gunshots, instead of bullets, cherry candies fall to the ground, the exact one Wayne the younger absolutely adores.

Bruce twitches at the sight of it and throws the gun at Dream. It turns into a butterfly midway.

Dream allows him to charge at him. He is grabbed by the collar, shaken angrily by Bruce, but he only looks at him blankly.

"You know damn well why I don't sleep," he seethes, "you are the one that wills these nightmares into my mind to torment me."

"I do not will nightmares to torment you any more than I do anyone else."

"So, you think you are so just with your cruelty?"

"You think yourself so clever, but you would not understand my mind anymore than ant could."

"Oh, but I know you well enough," Bruce clenches his Dream's collar, grip shaking in anger, "my nightmares have changed ever since you started messing around with my sister."

Dream's expression barely falters, but it does not matter, he caught it. Bruce caught him.

He shoves him off, but he does not budge. Bruce pulls away, finally finding it in himself to gather some composure.

"You care for her a great deal-"

"She's my sister."

"-and I am not trying to steal her from you."

Bruce narrows his eyes, "you cannot steal her from me because she does not belong to me."

"Then I am not trying to steal your moments with her," Dream rephrases.

Bruce looks at him for a moment. A butterfly flutters between them.

"It would surprise you to know that your will dictates your own dreams as much as mine," Dream says, placing his hands behind his back, "I had meant to give you a peaceful dream but you dreamt it all on your own."

Bruce freezes.

Dream watches him intently.

"The dream at the toy shop."

"Yes."

"... that wasn't you?"

"No."

Bruce could not stop himself form knitting his brows deeply, feeling his throat constrict along with his chest.

"You are too hard on yourself, Bruce," Dream says, pulling a toy robot from behind him, "too hard on your sister."

Bruce doesn't take it. He only stares at the outdated thing and allows tears to fall from his eyes.

"Sleeping regularly will allow you not to be."

"Don't tell me what to do, old man," Bruce eyes him darkly, "my father's dead, and you sure as hell won't act like mine."

Batman clenches his jaw tightly, scrutinizing his sister's preference in the Endless, "and stay out of my dreams."

Lord Morpheus feels the boy struggle with himself.

Bruce abruptly wakes up, tense in his bed. He relaxes when he realizes he successfully woke himself up.

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mabelstone · 1 year

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Promises

matt stone x reader

part two of handsome stranger <3

masterlist ✧˖°.

note: i am such a sap this heals something deep within me. enjoy babies, hopefully gonna post more but don't hold me to that.. also sorry for all the typos in part one hehe. aiming to do some of your song reqs because there are SO MANY, anyway love ya

word count: 1278

Last night was more fulfilling than words could express and you couldn't stop reminiscing. The way he said your name, enunciating it with his accent, each vowel that dripped from his tongue sweet and thick like honey. He was so respectful, so obviously not trying to push any boundaries. You wanted so badly to touch him, to interlock your fingers, feel his lips on your own... only somewhat satiated when he hugged you goodbye, his big arms around you, so warm and gentle. He smelt so nice, not necessarily of cologne but maybe his sweet pheromones. It sounds weird when it's put like that but it's all you could think about.

Thats why you were thankful to be walking through your apartment door at 5pm sharp, a chance to see that sweet smile through the window again. You exchanged numbers last night but he hadn't messaged you yet. You were a little worried naturally that maybe he didn't enjoy you as much as you did him, but you tried your best to ignore the negative thoughts and enjoy your evening.

You opened your window and were surprised to see Matt leaning out of his, cigarette between his fingers as expected. Not wanting to disrupt him you eyed him for a moment, before walking away to start dinner. Then you phone buzzed.

Matt: She's home!

Matt: And she didn't even say hello

You giggled down at your phone, walking back to the windowsill to shoot him a shy smile that was reciprocated with a wave.

You: hello :)

Matt: What's for dinner?

You: what do you feel like?

Matt: I'm invited?

You: always

You glanced up to see him cheesing at his phone, looking up at you before clutching a hand over his chest. As someone who was very bold in her early twenties, this was incredibly vanilla for you, but something about him made you a whole new level of shy. You were worried to mess anything up with him already, and you'd only just formally met the guy.

His caller ID flashed across your screen, answering with your eyes locked on one another.

"I'm thinking something simple, like pizza," he beamed through the phone, his voice just as warm as the night before.

"Thank god, I have no food," you laughed, nervously fiddling with the cord of your blinds. "I'll send you some money if you know a good place."

"No, no, my treat to you." He offered, gesturing no with a wave of his hand. Oh no... you were going to fall hard for this man. "I'll go get it now and I'll bring it up to you. What do you like?"

"Uh, anything," you smiled down at your hands, now toying with the hem of your skirt. "I feel bad... I owe you one."

"You go get all cosy for me and we'll call it even." And with that he hung up, taking the final drag of his cigarette before waving goodbye and slipping back into his apartment.

You quickly collected yourself and got in the shower, that stupid grin not leaving your lips once. You opted for this nice white dress you owned considering he'd only seen you in your work clothes and pyjamas. You lit a few candles and put on some soft music in the background.

As a knock sounded from the door, Ho Hey by the Lumineers started playing. You rolled your eyes, how cliché. He was wearing a black shirt and jeans, nothing special, but wow. You played it cool while your organs were doing acrobats in your stomach, opting for a soft, "hi, Matt."

"Hey, pretty," he smiled as you moved out of the way for him, placing the pizza on the kitchen bench. "It smells so good in here," he sighed, eyes scanning over your apartment as he leant against the bench.

"Caramel," you smiled, grabbing a candle to hold to his nose. "I used to make them when I first moved here to pass the time."

"Do you have any spares?" He asked gently, eyes not leaving yours once.

"Mhm," you disappeared into another room to give him one with a ribbon wrapped around the jar. The look he gave you was incomparable, and for a second there, you were certain he felt the same. "So, what'd you get?" You tried to pierce through the delicious tension in the air that you were far too sober for.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I got one of each." He opened one of the boxes to reveal a full pizza with mismatched slices.

"That is so sweet," you swooned, fighting every urge in your body to not attack his lips with yours right then and there. "I- do you like wine?"

He made some comment about how he'll drink just about anything, which led to the most pointless yet captivating conversation about your social lives. You wanted to know everything and anything about him, he was singlehandedly the most magnetic person you'd met in this country.

✴︎✴︎✴︎

You'd been sat comfortably on your couch for 3 hours by this point, although it had only felt like 15 minutes. So comfortable, in fact, that your legs were now sprawled over his as he played with the charms on your bracelet.

"I'll be going back home for Christmas," you answered his question on what your plans for the holidays were. You felt kind of shitty considering he told you about how he doesn't see his own family much. He pursed his lips and nodded, to which you sat up beside him, hoping to lighten the mood with, "but I really wish I could see snow. It'll be summer in Australia."

"You've never seen snow?" He sounded shocked, brows furrowing in disbelief.

"Nope. Sometimes in winter there, the days are too warm to even wear a jumper. But the nights are freezing."

"Jumper?" He asked confused. This was what most of your night consisted of. You'd use a word that he didn't understand, which resulted in you americanising it.

"Sorry- sweatshirt." You laughed.

"Oh!" He laughed too, nodding. He'd eventually learn your tongue. Double entendre maybe? "But really? I practically lived in snow growing up in Colorado."

"I'm so jealous!" You groaned, throwing your head back dramatically. "I've always always wanted to, and of course I'm not gonna be here when I finally get the chance."

"Don't worry, kid." He reassured you, his hand finding the back of your head to smooth your hair down. "I'll take you to the snow someday."

"Yeah?" Your voice lowered as your eyes connected yet again, each of your different shades of green starting to be disappear behind growing pupils.

"Promise," he nodded, eyes shifting between your gaze and your lips, before the space between you diminished to nothing. You closed your eyes as you melted into him, his lips warm and soft, the vague smell of cigarette lingering intermittently. You moved together synchronously, his warm hands guiding you into his lap gently, your own finding themselves nestled in his hair, travelling down to cup his jaw. You parted your lips slightly in invitation, one he silently accepted as your tongues danced with one another, the feeling of his soft breaths tickling your upper lip. He tasted like wine, and he applied the perfect amount of pressure with his arm wrapped around your waist, tracing gentle circles into your sides.

You pulled away briefly, arms draping his shoulders as you grinned ear to ear, "I'll be holding you to that, you know."

"I'm a man of my word," he whispered, placing a chaste but sweet kiss to your lips. "You'll learn that, I promise."

awhhh so cute. sex next chapter lol xx

didn't proof read again, forgive me i'm lazy

#matt stone #matt stone x reader #matt stone smut

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itstheendofthegoddamnworld · 2 years

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Shapeshifter: Rain

Bare with me, I haven't written in forever. I'm writing this on an iPad so excuse the typos. This is only a short piece that I wrote only to get back into writing once again. It will not have a second part but I will continue with other stories.

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In your dreams, there was only water.

It surrounded you in a sense of peace: everlasting yet frighteningly silent. It was the same scenario, a quiet quarry, water unmoving, no ripples could best the surface - no matter what you did.

The woods were a swaying tranquil joy, swaying and thriving, they moved as one and as individuals; one then two then all.

You found yourself by the river, as usual, staring at the waters in every dream. How did it change or anything at all? The water remained still, no matter how many pebbles you threw, it remained motionless, drained of life.

In your first set of dreams, it had been just yourself, until small changes began to cloud your judgement, your perception beginning to warp.

You would hear the sounds of whispers: the trees whispering to one another in chorus, growing ever so louder the more you listened out for them. The quarry grew from a bright, vibrant hue to share shades so gloomy and clear of life. It was a gradual change, none that you didn't realise until the more times you visited.

Finally, when it seemed nothing else had changed, they appeared.

It was something so small, you had not noticed them at first, until you spotted them in between the trees, hiding between shrubbery and brambles.

In the following dreams did they draw in closer, appearance was hard to distinguish what they were, but from what you gathered, they seemed to of been taking a more humanoid form for you.

Only recently, did they seem a bit more approachable to you, appearing to be floating across the waters without moving the surface, bare feet barely touching their form.

"Rain."

"Sorry?"

"Rain," they repeated, their voice a strangled, garbled mess with words jumbled together. "It rarely rains here."

You stared at them, yet found no void of a humanoid face. Their face was guarded by their long, flown black tresses, blowing in the windless air on their own, never seeming to pass to present themselves. Their willowy figure remained floating just above the water's surface, long legs and arms dangling languidly.

"I see," You found yourself speaking, yet I was unsure what to say to them. "How long have you been here for? These are my dreams after all."

"Yes, you have been here quite some time." They said and it only grew confusion to flood your mind.

"But I wake every morning when this is over. Am I wrong?"

The creature did not answer, instead, they hovered away from you, ignoring your calls to come back, until no trace of them existed.

You decided to call them Rain from then on.

Rain came and went in a whisk of nothingness: appearing as they went with little regard for holding conversations. They seemed an enigma, holding more knowledge of the world than you could have predicted. In some instances, they drew you to people you knew in life, people you had long forgotten of.

When they appeared again, did you have the courage to ask.

"It feels as if I know you."

"You do, to some extent." They whispered. "I am your friend, your lover from the past, a lover from the future. I am those you could love and cherish and those you could despise. I can be anything you wish of me."

You watched as if his face had turned into a picture book, flickering through many faces, morphing in sizes and shapes, different eye colours and skin tones. It was as if they were holding your memories in front of you, using them to their advantage. "It is a lonely one, so many faces, yet I do not recognise my own."

"Would you show it to me?"

Rain paused, outweighing your words, as they drifted closer to you. To your surprise, they took a hold of your hand, gently running their lithe fingers over your knuckles. "I'm afraid the true face I show may is not one many mortals can stomach."

"Please."

You gingerly took their face into yours, cradling their shadowed face. Even from up close, their face was guarded by their dark hair, and only up close did you see their watchful gaze, small yet curious eyes the colour of coppers.

Rain accepted your touches, cradling you with ease into their chest like a babe as you stared up at them from the comfort of their long arms. Through the embrace, Rain finally answered mournfully, "Very well."

The hair unravelled from their face, and through the embrace of their arms, you sighed in bliss and relief, recognising the face you had thought you had longed to forget.

#shapeshifter monster #shapeshifter x reader #monster story #reader x monster #gn monster #itstheendofthegoddamnworld writes

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sakura-nyah · 2 years

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Where has Nyah been all this time?? || PLEASE LOOK AT TAGS

(This post will talk about where I've been, what I've been doing, and also about a few stressful things that have been happening for me lately. This post is a bit of a vent so if you are not comfortable with venting, please feel free to ignore this. I'm alright now. I promise! There may be typos here and some sentences may sound silly or run on. I do apologize. If you do read this whole post and see a Trigger Warning tag I missed, PLEASE let me know and I will update it right away.)

Its been a while, hasn't it? I took a break, came back for a small bit, then disappeared again. I apologize for that. It made it seem like something bad could have happened.. But not counting the negative things that have happened, except for getting into VRChat, I've also gotten into Devil May Cry and let me tell you, DMC5 made me cry on multiple occasions. I could probably talk about it for hours but this isn't the post for that! (I may have even gotten an F/O from the game?? Mmmm?? Thats something I've been taking my time with.)

Life's been a bit hard but I've been pushing through. This post may be a bit long which is why I'll be putting a Read More in it after the TLDR! Please always know to take care of yourself. You may not see worth in you but others do. I do. There is a reason you are still alive. Theres a reason you're still breathing. You may not know why yet but I promise you, one day you will know. I promise.

For the TLDR (To Long Didn't Read): I fell out of the F/O Community because I was uncomfortable to talk about it to my friends at the time since I knew they would be weirded out. I still took a risk and talked about it to my closest friend and in the end, they did say some hurtful things about it. I also delt with issues of someone having feelings for me but me not knowing how to deal with it which caused anger from all my friends and even harassment towards me. This even happened again after the first situation was taken care of. But I got out of both situations and I'm better now. I'm happy and content with where I am!

On May 6th of last year (2022) I got an Oculus Quest 2 for my birthday. Of course, the first thing I did was hop right on VRChat with a friend and explore the fun world of Virtual Reality. After somehow getting over my fear of being in public worlds alone, I started to explore them and game across to nice people who became my friends. That led into gaining even more friends and having a nice friend circle. At this time, I was still strongly in the F/O Community until I realized these people were people that would make fun of something like that. So I ended up never speaking about it. This caused issues to occur when one of my friends gained feelings for me. Yet I was too afraid to confront them head on about it and tell them that I didn't share feelings back since I was afraid of hurting them. Not telling them ended up hurting them even more once I started to distance myself.

This started a train though of them getting angry at me and telling everyone how I was manipulating them and messing with their feelings on purpose. Which everyone believed right away and no one came and talked to me about it. Eventually, since everyone (the friend group had about 7 people in it) was angry, they all confronted me one day about it so randomly. I was asked why I was doing what I did and if I knew how wrong it was. I finally explained to everyone how I was confused on my feelings and didn't understand them. Thankfully, after a good two or so hour talk, no one was upset anymore and I was able to be friends with the person who had feelings for me.

Thats until one of the friends wasn't happy with the outcome and still felt there were issues that weren't solved which started everything back up again. Even the person who had feelings for me got upset again because they started taking my friendliness (which had no hints of romantic interest) as me wanting to be with them. So once again, everyone got angry, and I distanced myself until I left the group with my best friend. I tried my hardest to explain myself but no one would listen. At first, everyone was just angry but then I was being called a wh*re and a manipulator. But I got away from the situation and I was happy for a good while. This issue lasted about two months.

Skip ahead, I have a new friend group and everyone is so kind. My best friend has stayed with me through all of the past issue and still has stayed with me. Until last week. Once again, someone gained feelings for me, but this time I wasn't afraid to talk about my interest in fictional characters ONLY. Everyone in this friend group knew about it. My best friend did make comments about how it was only because I was lonely but that never bothered me. I knew he was just teasing.

But this new friend didn't take well to me not sharing feelings with them. I think the worst thing I ever did was share what happened with the past friend group because this person got in contact with the old friend who had feelings for me and sided with them. I was called horrible names, once again a manipulator, and even accused of gr00ming an 11 year old because I seen him as an internet son who I always hung around. Everyone in this new friend group was always around the 11 year old because we never wanted anything bad to happen, such as someone saying something inappropriate or rude to him. Yet I was called the gr00mer because I treated him like a son. All of this led to very negative thoughts. I never hurt myself but thoughts occurred with wanting to. I lost my best friend who through all this time was on my side with everything but then turned to theirs, I was called horrible things, and even fully made fun of by my best friend because of interest in fictional characters. I never knew that something that was over with in the past (over with four a good two months), would come back in the end. But once again, I left the friend group.

All of this caused me to become very self-conscious of my words now. I always feel like I'm going to say something that an actual manipulator would say or that I may somehow lead someone on by accident. My friendliness has come off on some people as romantic interest when it was never intended. So now I've been afraid of my words and if I somehow may accidentally say something to someone that has the wrong intentions from what I really mean.

In the end, this may sound silly, but in the end, I'm happy with the outcome because I came to understand myself better and become better at speaking up right away. Even getting all these people out of my life was good because I've realized I was pushing away my true interests such as my own F/Os and even the F/O Community. The Community has a deep place within my heart and soul because of all the kind people I met. I even was able to understand myself better through this Community. I still do play VRChat. I've just been keeping to myself mainly but its been nice. I'm away from the negative people and learned that in the end, you need to tell people things right out: such as not having interest in real life people. It may be scary but if someone can't accept you for you then don't be somewhere you are not comfortable. Do not become someone else for people. Always be you. Be true to yourself.

If you read to here, thank you. And even the people who won't see this part of the message, thank you for just being here and being alive. Hard things will come everyone's way but I know you can all always push through it. You always can, no matter what is happening.

I apologize if this post is very messy with words. So much happened in the span of four to five months and its not a fun topic to talk about. I even left out some small things such as the first person contacting my Mom and trying to make himself look good so she would tell me to get into a relationship with him. But like I said in the beginning: I'm doing better now. I'm happy and content with where I am in life. I'm back in the F/O Community, which feels like home, and I even have gotten closer with some F/Os. I even gained a new one I think. I'm still working on that heh. But thank you again for everyone's support. The support of commenting on posts, liking them reblogging, sending asks, all of that. Thank you. Thank you so much for being reasons to smile. Thank you for being you. (After rereading this, I realized I would like everyone to see my thanks so I'll be reposting this last part of this post!)

#Nyah Speaks #tw vent #tw venting #tw mental abuse #tw grooming #tw verbal abuse #tw cursing #This post is a bit messy since I was talking about a highly stressful situation. My apologies #All words that could be triggering have been censored for anyone does read this book of a post #Remember that you have worth #You have a reason to live

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