#coldish as I said

[instant-delusions]

heyyy melina, uau youre have such a pretty name :)

can you write me a fluffy one shot about how soft is wake up next to Leo? see the light leaking through the curtain, feel the heat that naturally emanates from him and how It's satisfying to see his face when he's just woken up

ty bae 🐭

OMG I love this req sm !! 😭 AND THANK U FOR COMPLIMENTING MY NAME !! AHHH!! also I hit 200 followers. I love u guys, thank u ♡

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ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɢᴀʟᴏʀᴇ (ʟᴇᴏ ᴠᴀʟᴅᴇᴢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

cw: established relationship, pure fluff

a/n: enjoy my leo brainrot ♡

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it's november, autumn melted into winter - the days were shorter, leaves in reddish color decorate the streets, and people snuggled into their scarves to escape the cold. the demigods in camp half blood walked around with cups filled with hot chocolate or steaming coffee.

it was an extraordinarily quiet evening. most of the campers left to celebrate thanksgiving with their families, which left you and leo alone in hephaestus cabin. your boyfriend was hunched over a box, trying to find the beamer he tinkered not too long ago, "I swear to gods, I'll cry if we can't watch adventure time today-" you giggled and stood up to help him.

you watched adventure time all night long, laughing and sobbing, relating to the emotions and happenings riddled throughout the show - until you fell asleep. leos arm was squeezed around your waist, and your legs were tangled together. with your face snuggled in the space between his neck and shoulder, you heaved in a deep breath until your lungs were filled with him only. your insides were painted with sunshine and orange blossoms.

once the morning trickled inside the room and your lids flickered, slowly waking up, you caught a glance of your lover in front of you. a feeling mixed between giddy butterflies and absolute peace filled you, and completely unaware, your hand lifted to his hair, brushing through the soft locks. silently, you studied his face lightened by the coldish sunlight through the window. there was a mole under his left eye and one under his lips, a scar on his eyebrow that you trailed with your finger. his skin was paler than in the summer, but his dark circles under his eyes were gone. another scar went from his jawline down his neck. you rested your arm over his shoulder, drawing circles on his upper back, thinking about all the mornings in the future that'll be just like this. a smile started to form on your face.

"I love you so much," you promised, knowing that, although he was sleeping, his soul said it back.

[babbling-idiot]

Okay, I'm from earlier, I said that i didnt know what i wanted, BUT i figured it out, colin gray (still :3) He draws you nude :) Like in the scene from titanic, but like like, better :) you can ignore, have a lovely day/night!

He had actually asked to draw you before

Not nude but just a regular photo of your face and he did an absolute amazing job

He's done loads of drawing of you doing all types of stuff

Like sitting at your desk, reading a book, sitting at the picnic table at school and even flipping him off of course only because he asked you to

So, when he asked if he could draw you immediately said yes

But you could see the hesitation in his eyes

So, you asked him what the problem was he just looked away shyly

So, he very quietly said what he wanted, of course, you couldn't hear him at all, and realized this

So, he swallowed his fear, looking down and said

"I want to draw you nude."

And he just held his pencil and drawing book, tightly, you feared he might actually rip the paper

Smiling at him you asked where and he almost had whiplash with how fast he looked back at you

He pointed at the bed and told you the pose he wanted you to take and you happily got into position

He pulled a chair up from his desk and flipped to the first page

Of course, he bought a brand-new book just for this

Good thing his parents were on a vacation right now

He began to sketch out your outline

At first, he was going almost fast in his sketches, but at some point he slowed down relatively slow and when you looked at him he was looking from your chest to the paper back and forth till he was able to move to the next part

Funnily enough, you were able to stay still, and in moment like this, the person in your position was supposed to be the nervous one, not the drawer

But there he was moving around in his chair and pressing the book down into his lap harder and harder

It was obviously bothering him in the best way possible

About an hour or so has gone by and truth be told, he's having a very hard time focusing on the drawing

He wishes he could just focus and, on the drawing, and let your get warmed up for sitting so long in his slightly coldish room

But oh, how he wishes he hadn't thought of that

How cold you must be laying on his bed and how he could easily discard the drawing and lay next to you, help warm you up

But he needs to finish the drawing

Hell, he could do the drawing later, you're practically burned into his brain at this point, he could easily draw from memory at this point

But he can't, so he continues that is until you speak

"You know, I'd be happy to pose again later, if you'd like to climb into bed with me?"

He sighs and drops the pencil and pen to the floor, he begins to get undressed

This was going to be a long night ahead

(I hope you liked this! Have an amazing day/night!)

[fuckin-sick-bih]

Bounty of Sneezes

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption 2 Summary: Slightly pre-events of Red Dead Redemption 2, Arthur is heading out on a bounty job and seems to be coming down with a cold. Luckily he has some help. CW: period typical gun violence, some mess, cold sneezes Word Count: 2,391 words MINORS DNI Author Note: i had an ask a long time ago i am so sorry for something rdr2 related and i hope this will do and i hope i did the cowboys justice bc i had to just keep picking at it. also i make no apologies for subjecting you all to my equine bullshit.

The change in seasons from summer to fall had always been challenging for Arthur, both as a young man and as an older one. Bounty hunting wasn’t exactly easy work either, but it was good pay, which the gang needed right now. Money. A lot of it. So, Arthur would do what he always did. Provide. Pull his weight. Because that’s what he was to them. A workhorse. 

While everyone else was sitting comfortably down near Pike’s Basin, Arthur had chased a bounty up in Tall Trees. The chill of the air got worse as he followed the lower Montana River further up North. The bite of the air was starting to make his nose run. 

Although, come to think of it… his nose had already been running when he left camp this morning. He sniffled again, just as he’d been doing all last night while trying to pick his way through Pearson’s threadbare stew. Gathering up the edge of his coat sleeve, Arthur swiped at his nose tiredly. 

He knew he was about due for his annual cold, and it hitting now that he was away from the rest of the gang was probably for the best. Lest the rest of them get sick because of him and blame him for going around camp with everyone in such close quarters. A subtle itch had started somewhere in the back of his left nostril, and Arthur grunted as he shifted in the saddle, sniffling to try and disrupt it. 

The sniffling didn’t seem to be doing him any good, so he briefly stood, readjusting in the saddle before sitting a little deeper and pulling his thick, blue coat closer. He’d woken up cold this morning, too. No surprise there. Arthur naturally ran hot, but when he was sick? He froze over. Squeezing his hands into fists on the reins and then stretching them out again, Arthur tried to ignore the growing itch that was building in his sinuses now. 

It was starting to make his nose run worse, and he cleared his throat a little, wincing at the sharp and grating pain that tore through his throat from the action. He swallowed, wincing when that hurt, too. This time, he brought a hand off the reins to scrub a little more roughly at his nose with a finger, causing a soft sort of squelching noise that made him grimace. Still, it did nothing to alleviate the itch, and his other hand began to brace on the horn of his saddle in preparation for what was to come, his heels pressing down a little more just in case his horse spooked.

The poor creature beneath him was new. Still learning. Arthur was still learning her, too. He didn’t know if he could trust her not to spook at his sneezes. The sound of another set of hooves coming up behind him at a fast-paced trot briefly caught his attention, but Arthur was quickly becoming all too consumed with the coldish tickle niggling at his nose. 

“God daahh… ax’TSHHiuh! Snff! Huh…” Arthur pitched forward in the saddle, bending at the waist, careful not to jerk back on the reins as he pressed them flat to the crest of his mare’s neck. Said mare nickered anxiously, tail lashing up and down at the sudden sound of the sneeze while starting to sidestep off the road. “Easy, girl. Woah. You’re alright… Just a sneeze.”

“Some sneeze.” And if that wasn’t the most irritating voice in all creation, Arthur Morgan didn’t want to hear today of all days. “I’d say you nearly fell out yer damn saddle, Arthur.” Because, of course, John Marston had to have followed him up here on Old Boy. 

The elder outlaw gave a gruff sort of huff and sniffled once again, able to feel the congestion in his nose threatening to leak. “If anyone’s going flying out of their damn saddle, it’s you, Marston.” He snapped back, his mood only soured more by a blanket of exhaustion that was settling on him. “Thought I left you back at camp.”

By now, John and Old Boy were matching pace with Arthur and his mare, riding beside him on the road. “You did. Dutch sent me out here after you. Said we could use some brotherly bonding time.” He sounded just as bitter about it as Arthur felt. The two hadn’t exactly been on the best of terms lately, given John’s disappearance that Arthur had taken somewhat personally, not just as a hit to Abagail, Jack, and the gang. There were plenty of complicated feelings Arthur had brewing for the outlaw he once treated like a younger brother.

“Dutch should know better. I do this kind of work alone.” Arthur growled, but it only served to irritate his throat further, making him turn from John to cough roughly into a gloved fist. He could feel John’s eyes on him as the coughing tapered off, and he patted his mare’s neck, sliding a hand under her mane to keep it warm. Then he turned his eyes back to the road and surrounding trees, pretending to ignore John.

For a few brief moments, there was just the sound of hoofbeats on the dirt road before Marston spoke up. “Because you’re just so damn capable…” He muttered, and the words were distinctly bitter now, instantly stoking that ember of anger in Arthur.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” The blonde snarled back before he had to dissolve into another fit of coughing, this time leaning against his saddle horn for support. His mare danced off to the side skittishly, and Arthur rubbed her neck as the fit died off, leaving him feeling distinctly more tired after each one. 

By the time Arthur could look over at John, the younger outlaw was leaning to reach back into his left saddle bag. “That.” His voice was that same rasp it always had been since the brunette hit puberty. “You’re sick. Same damn time as last year. You think I don’t remember? You always get sick around this time of year, Arthur. We’ve practically been brothers for how long now?”

A scoff left Arthur, and he took one end of his reins to smack Marston’s leg with it for his meddling. “I ain’t sick, Marston. Just ride along back to camp and tell Dutch I sent you h-home.” The itch was back but in the opposite side of his sinuses now, making itself known much faster than the last tickle. So much so Arthur barely had time to grab the saddle horn and make sure he kept his reins low as his whole body jerked with the sudden sneeze. “Eh’TSHXuh! EXXtsh! Woah! Easy, girl!” 

Quick as a flash, Arthur was going from sneezing to soothing his nearly spooked mare while driving his heels toward the dirt like his life depended on it. The horse below him had taken off at an anxious lope as if trying to escape the sudden explosions from her rider. “Ahh, easy- woah, come on now, girl. Nothin’ to be scared of.” John on Old Boy kept pace just behind them as Arthur eased his horse back to a walk.

“So… you ain’t sick?” John checked as he pulled up beside Arthur again with a smug smirk.

Arthur grimaced and rolled his eyes. “Shut up. Why’s it matter? I’ve worked jobs sick before.” Once again, his wrist came up to rub at his nose with a thicker sniffle now, every rub causing a wet squelch. If he wasn’t careful, he would be more congested than when he’d had a cold over Christmas. 

When Arthur looked over, he spotted a bottle in Marston’s hands that looked like a tonic of some sort. “Because usually there’s a whole posse behind you, right?” It was like John was trying to direct him in a particular train of thinking, and Arthur was just too damn sick and tired for it.

It did earn a semi-congested snort of amusement from Arthur, who hastily had to press his wrist back to his nose and sniffle. “Contrary to what you might believe, Marston, I ain’t like you. I pull my weight. I run jobs by myself all the damn time.”

“Shuddup, ain’t like that-” John defended instantly.

Arthur fixed him with a stern glare but did down the tonic before continuing. “You wasn’t even in camp for a damn year!” The thought did occur to Arthur that talking this loud while tracking a bounty this close maybe wasn’t such a good idea. “You came back for two or three big jobs. Couldn’t e-ehh…” His voice trailed off as his breath hitched that itch coming back.

Suddenly, though, John slowed down his stallion while reaching for Arthur’s reins. “Arthur, not now-” For some reason, John’s voice seemed to have gotten quiet.

Tears of irritation formed in Arthur’s eyes as the itch prickled and brushed through the most sensitive parts of his nose. The ticklish sensation was strong enough to make his mouth fall open as he hitched, “Hehh-! Eh-!” 

“Arthur-!” John’s voice was an urgent hiss now as Arthur’s mare began to prance beneath him. Something was wrong, very wrong, but he couldn’t-

“EXT’shhiew! HiT’SHiew!” There was the sudden chaos of six shots ringing out, and Arthur gasped as he choked up on the reins as his horse reared before well and genuinely bolting. Old Boy did just the same as the bounty they’d been searching for came guns blazing from the brush. 

Element of surprise gone, Arthur threw a leg over his horse’s back and dismounted before she could run too far. He stumbled a little on the landing but drew his revolver before ducking behind a tree. “Come out, Treva! Wanted poster said dead or alive! Don’t care how we get the money!” 

Another three shots hit the tree he was hiding behind, and Arthur looked around for Marston, wondering if they could get this fool to run out of lead and reload. He spotted the younger outlaw moving in closer and shook his head, waving a little before motioning to call out.

“What’s the matter, Treva? Too chicken shit to come find us? We’re on our way to finding you!” John called; not exactly wrong either. He’d been well on his way to getting close. 

One shot whizzed by Arthur’s hiding place on the left, then on the right. Just barely clipping the edges of the tree and sending shrapnel of bark flying in every direction. Treva could aim, but could he reload fast enough once he’d shot that last round? Arthur took off his hat and stuck it on the end of his revolver, nodding to John just before peeking it out from behind his tree. 

Crack. With a hole in Arthur’s hat, John made his move and launched from his own hiding place. Arthur stuffed his hat back on, sniffling back the mess threatening to run down his lip, and went to follow. By the time Arthur made it to John, Treva was out cold, and Marston was preparing to tie him up. 

“You got ‘em, Marston?” Arthur crackled out, sniffling and rubbing his gloved hand against his bright red nose. It already felt like that tonic was wearing off.

John pulled the binds tight and nodded. “All set. Just gotta get him to town.” He stood and hauled their bounty over his shoulder, both men whistling for their horses. “You should get a room in the town when we drop him with some of the money. I’m sure Dutch won’t mind…”

Arthur glared at the younger gang member as he caught his horse by the reins, soothing her gently. “Bullshit. We oughta drop him and get back.” He said gruffly, putting a foot in the stirrup to haul himself back into the saddle. Now that the action was over, his nose was still running, and Arthur could still feel that prickling tickle teasing at the back of his sinuses. “Hhh…”

They rode silently for a while, Arthur still struggling against that incessant sensation in his nose. It was like an entire feather pillow had been stuffed in his nose, tickling and blustering about as if in a dust storm. He squeezed his saddle horn and pressed his heels down, “Heh-eh! EXt’Shhuh! Hhh… hih-! Hh! HDt’SHH! Christ alive!” 

Thankfully, given his outbursts this time, his mare seemed to only toss her head in displeasure. He patted her neck and sniffled thickly, exhaustion weighing heavily on him as he followed her motions without conscious thought. Riding was second nature in this business. He could do it while sleeping, let alone while sick as a dog, and if Arthur spent enough time with one of his mounts, they became quite the pair working in sync with one another. 

“Bless you,” John mumbled under his breath, and Arthur grunted a quiet “Thanks” in reply. It continued on in much a similar fashion until they reached town. Their bounty was delivered without complaint, though Arthur found himself on the receiving end of more than a few curious sets of eyes watching him. Townsfolk were always suspicious of strangers riding in. 

It was not uncommon, but now he suspected it was because of how poorly he was beginning to feel and look. He stayed mounted in his saddle while John handled everything inside. It felt like he wouldn’t get back up once he dismounted. He was too exhausted from it all. He just wanted to make camp, maybe have a fire, fall asleep, anything to rest and warm his bones. 

A shiver ran through him, and Arthur huddled further into his coat, rubbing his raw, chapped nose against the wool lining with a gurgling sniff. 

“That don’t sound too good.” 

John had appeared at his side, offering him his cut from their bounty job, which he took and stuffed directly into his satchel with a nod. “You’re tellin’ me.” He rasps back and winces. “We should go.”

“No. You should rest. Abagail will kill me if she finds out I let you ride back like this.” Without any more warning, Arthur suddenly felt himself being dragged from the saddle. He protested halfheartedly, stumbling as he tried to find his footing once on the ground. “We’re gettin’ a room. C’mon.”

And without another word, the two outlaws set off for the closest hotel. 

[tomiyeee]

ik you said that you only plan on making the main 4 but i saw that you’d imagine April being a dendro claymore 👀 Now I raise you, cryo polearm Cassandra cuz of her coldish personality (tho also maybe pyro cuz she’s hotheaded and the foots thing is that they’ve got fire heads) I also imagine Splinter being anemo as well 👀. but that’s just my thoughts <3

ooh i hadn't thought of cassie! she'd definitely be pyro imo; she's got that sort of passionate personality that a lot of pyro's share, including mikey!

and as for splinter-

anemo would def fit his desire for freedom both from his family's duty and from his life of fighting, plus i think the element's versatility would fit his combat skills. his role would probably resemble leo's combat-wise, focusing more on swirl damage and/or mobility, rather than crowd control. i'm just not sure i'd want him to be so similar to leo, since him not having synergy/reactions with two of his sons (raph being geo) is kinda unsatisfying and doesn't fit their dynamics very well :(

personally, hydro would be my pick for him though. i've seen some people theorize that hydro's requirement has to do with "mastery" of some sort, which would absolutely fit him. combat and personality-wise, splinter has a very supportive role in his family, which hydro characters tend to fall into as well. i'm not sure what his team role would be specifically, since hydro has such a wide range it could be anything, but him being hydro would already mean he could react well in various ways with not only the four boys, but april as well, and i love the idea of their (non-existent) in-game synergy mimicking their canon dynamics :)

[magussanctorium-if]

For the ladies how would they react to an MC that is stoic and coldish to stranger, but as becomes very affectionate and careing when in a relationship but only when they are alone?

Some love for the ladies! ❤️

Under the cut!

Drelyth - Drelyth might be a bit put off at first, but she'll eventually come around. She's not really used to dealing with cold stoic people (you could argue Thalen but they're actually pretty expressive) and, as someone who likes to know how others think of them, it's enough to throw her off her rhythm. That said, once she understands that's just kind of how you are, she's fine with it. It wouldn't bother her one bit.

Sumiel - Sumiel takes it in stride. She's used to cold stoic people, so nothing really changes with how she acts. She might be a bit shier, but that's just because it's a new person. Overall, she's pretty much the same. She's a very steady, even kind of person. Mostly, anyways.

Daeri - Daeri doesn't care at all. No, really. She likes to be pampered and spoiled and she, frankly, couldn't care less about how you act, as long as she's getting what she wants. She won't alter her personality to be more "mindful" or go out of her way to avoid you or anything like that. If anything, she'd probably be more boisterous than normal.*

Ariela - Ariela literally has the same personality, minus the being alone part. Your conversations would probably be just sitting in silence next to each other LMAO. She'd definitely like having someone with a similar personality nearby/part of her house/etc, since you behave relatively the same so you kind of get each other on a similar level.

Saevain - Saevain would respect the fact that you'd probably leave her alone. She likes the fact that you seem to be more serious than some of the other students. She also has a slightly similar personality, in terms of being all soft and affectionate when alone. Overall, I don't think it'd throw her off and she'd probably be a bit more receptive to someone like that than an upbeat energetic golden retriever-esque person.

[devouring-hive]

The buggy's arms twitch in place at times, the movement of parts unlike a humanoid's faintly perceptible under coldish skin.

Smooth, almost inhumanly so.

"Oh. That? Well.. it will be, whatever it has to be. An old friend of mine, of a similar nature and epoch, does have a tendency to feast on my flesh. Impulsively, out of the blue. Her love is... shall we say... a bit too physical. So worry not about your own cravings."

Meaning-

She's used to it. Annoyingly. So a few bites here and there over dinner won't push her away from the social aspect of it. Kinda.

"It is rather adorable instead. I think you are quite charming, lovely even, in such primal state."

"Well at least someone gets to appreciate it, eh?" Ever the optimist! Renko finally comes to rest her hand on top of the insect-woman's, holding the other's hand in place and warming it with the heat of her ever-so-slightly sweaty palm.

"I hardly even get to enjoy the taste of what I'm eating when things are going that fast, I'm so totally consumed with the idea of consuming that you could probably feed me like, cancer-infected organs and I'd eat it all the same."

Not that there'd be much inherent risk in such a thing anyways, beyond it being gross... Though considering what she's shown and what she's said, it doesn't seem likely that Renko would particularly notice any of the grossness herself once she's gotten herself into that kind of a frenzy.

"I already know I ate some parasites at some point or another, though I'm not really sure when that happened..." The memory of the things squirming around her guts makes her shudder.

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

I just came back home, I haven't catched up yet. But it looks fake af. Why should Lisa tell Shanna about Scott on IG? Why should she tell anything on IG? And "1 DAY AGO" is strange. That's how my Instagram looks like: // I find it weird too, but IF it happens to be real I would found even more strange that Lisa said “his significant other” when she could have said “his gf” or just name her by her name. I feel like “his significant other” sound more coldish as if Lisa doesn’t want to mention her at all. At least in my country when you’re warm and familiar with you’re son’s/daughter’s partner you would call them by their names or “his/her girlfriend/boyfriend”

Why should she post it at all? Was she sitting in the living room and wrote this on IG while Shanna was in the kitchen? No way, Lisa would write so many details on IG.

[alaskasbignaturals]

i went on a walk today and had the best hcs for alaska pop into my head 

so basically alaska has dogs i feel like we all agree on that

but

hes got a husky AND a cairnoodle mix (why? its bc thats the breed of my dog and i said so also here is a list of reasons why the breed is amazing /j)

bc i love the idea of big dog and tiny dog and huge beefy alaska loves this tiny little dog 

and also while i was on this walk, i was walking my dog and my mother was walking my dogs friend who we had been dogsitting for the weekend, hes a bigger dog but the sweetest thing

anyways my dog was pulling and i was so tired but it was also coldish (34F) so i was in my jacket with my hands in my pockets- including the hand that held the leash) so i was just all bundled up walking behind this tiny dog who really wanted to go forward and i was so tired i was just letting her pull me

and bc i was so tired i started to doze off while walking and then i was like !!!!!!! huge brain idea for alaska

and because im still recovering from my wisdom teeth removal and also my spoons have all left for the mountains i cant draw it rn but i want to draw alsaska walking his dogs and falling asleep while walking SO BAD

but i wanted to share the idea with yall at least before i forget and so i dont have to have this sitting in my brain until i end up drawing it asjkldfhas

[mykoreanlove]

AVOIDANT - Part 3

Felix beamed his most radiant smile at you. He wasn’t what you had expected at all. You anticipated a coldish, unapproachable bad boy but in front of you stood a warm, benevolent guy with golden retriever energy.

You gulped. Suddenly you felt very nervous and self-aware. Fuck, why couldn’t he be the fuckboy you imagined him to be? Felix sensed your nervousness and took your hand into his, smiling softly. “Wanna go for a walk? Before having a drink?”, he squeezed your hand cautiously. You felt yourself relax and nodded, not letting go of his hand.

The next few hours flew by – you were busy getting to know each other, being shocked about all the similarities you shared, laughing so much that your bellies hurt and glancing at each other lovingly. The atmosphere bloomed with every hour and the later it got, the bolder you became.

As Felix was getting another round of drinks you observed him attentively. There was no denying that you felt very attracted to him. If any, his kindness and sunshine aura made him much sexier to you. Were you still going through with your plan? Felix didn’t seem like the kind of guy to hook up with just anyone for fun, regardless of what he had said before. But you were. Or at least you decided to be now.

“No feelings, just fun, remember?”, you muttered under your breath. “Of course, I remember”, Felix chuckled next to you while placing down the colorful drinks on the table. Your eyes widened in shock as you faced him. He took your face in his big hands before you could say anything and whispered quietly: “I really want to kiss you right now. May I?”

[traumaticenby]

It's been 4 months and few days from being raped. For this whole time I actually a lot changed - especially in mental and personality way. Even if the most of them are kind of not making my life easier, they made me realise something... Big, wonderful and interesting. Made me feel stronger.

Even if it meant that I needed to fight with 2 months long nightmares, with severe insomnia, which even now still exists in my life, with random flashbacks, with being fight or flight mode, with suicide attempt, with suspending everyone being bad guys, with feeling stuck in my own body, which I so much hated because I felt like a doll in a bad way, with people, who said and still say I just lie about being raped, with losing most of my 'friends', and much, much, much more.

But with that having a lot of inspiration to make stories related to my trauma, make art where is that trauma putted on, help to people, who were as well raped, because I now know too much well how it is.

Maybe I'm now seemed as dangerous and coldish, but I by myself know I just use it as a protection for myself and that I'm very kind person. I was raised to be kind. Maybe I hate this personality trait so much sometimes, but... In some situations I'm glad I'm like this.

Because ir wouldn't be me, if I wasn't kind, you know? It's one of my biggest personality traits, who makes me myself.

And when I realised that, I as well realised I started to slowly heal from the trauma.

Healing is not that fast thing, it's process, where in little steps I become a person, who is happier and happier each day. I don't say I don't fall and don't make mistakes. I do them. One of my falls are my extreme anger. Even aggression I could say. It came with my previous traumas, such as bullying. I often feel that it's all so unfair and why it all happens to me. I'm learning to calm down and say it happened for something and that I deserve much better. I try to avoid sharp objects or objects with fire. You know, self-harm...

It helps.

Maybe few weeks ago I wouldn't say that, but now I can say it - I'm glad that I'm still alive. Even if it's hard to even stay alive.

I believe someday I will be happy person again. I believe I will be healed someday, so I can not worry about stuff, which is in past. I believe that it will not affect me anymore soon or later.

Much, much, much love.

[selcouthangel]

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Ahh let me know how today goes!!

Yeah, I’ve finished work for the day now though nothing exciting going on here!

I love the move into autumn so much - the cold weather, darker nights… and don’t get me started on the seasonal drinks!!!🥹☕️🍂

❤️ ❤️ it went really good! It was very nice. I feel content 😌. One of my students used one word in English she said "teacher beautiful" and I was like "aww thank you!!"

I hope your day at work was okay tho! 😌

aww yes the whole season is just fantastic. We don't have that though 😅, none of those. No coldish weather, no drinks, no leaves changing colors but I like to think they do! And I totally understand

[just-absolutely-super]

Patch's adventures crack

(Same Anon for the others except the last one)

Mayl is sitting down next to Patch. A large heating blanket is wrapped around the mother and son as she tries to explain what happened to Lan

Mayl: We were having our usual shopping day when all of the sudden, the doors out of mall locked and the AC kicked on.... by a lot.

Patch: *sneezes*

Lan: Bless you, Patch. *to mayl* What happen next.

Mayl: It got cold, really cold. I couldn't feel my fingers. Then, I blacked out.

Lan: The paramedics said you were frozen solid. Any longer and the damage would have been irreversible. *holds her coldish hand* Are you sure you two are okay.

Mayl: We're fine. I think Patch got off easier than I did.

Patch: I'm just lucky, mom. *smiles as his new found thermal underclothes kept him from freezing*

Mega: *Walks to them* I'm back.

Lan: Did the investigation team find anything.

Mega: Definitely sabotage, but the cameras were too frozen to ID the suspect.

Lan: *frowns*

Mayl: Don't make that face

Lan: But--

Mayl: You couldn't have done anything, you were at work. And we're fine now, don't worry so much *gives a weak smile*

Lan: ...Okay. Hey, Megaman, go make some hot tea, I gotta check out Roll and Remix's PETs and make sure the cold didn't cause any bugs

Mega: On it!

*Lan takes some time to do quick diagnostics*

Lan: *sigh* Need to do some tune-ups to Roll, but thankfully it isn't serious. Remix though...

Patch: What's up, Dad?

Lan: I know I made his PET pretty resistant to the elements, but I'm surprise how functioning it still is... It's almost like he barely spent time in the cold...

Patch: W-Well, that just shows how good of a job you did for the PET, Dad!

Remix: Yep! Uncle Lan does great work!

Lan: Heh, I guess

Mayl: *sneezes and starts shivering more*

Lan: Damn, you need more blankets! I'll be right back!

Mayl: Laaaan! You don't need to go overboard! *weakly walks to stop him from grabbing every blanket they own*

Patch: ...Those assholes got away, but we'll stop them for good next time, Remix!

Remix: Too bad the security footage couldn't catch them, then maybe the police could arrest them

Patch: Yeah...but on the bright side, they didn't catch us stopping them

Remix: Our mamas got really hurt...maybe we should tell Papa and Uncle Lan

Patch: I know you're right but...I just hate making them worry

Mega, coming in with tea: Worry about what?

Patch, jumping: UNCLE HUB! Uhhh I don't want them to worry about...my studies! Because I don't know if I'll be able to go to school with this cold! ACHOO!

Mega: Oh... Well, don't worry! With what happened, Lan won't want to be away from you guys for too long, so I'll help you with your missed assignments :))))

Patch: ....On second thought I'd rather go to school miserably sick

[lunnamars]

prompt: cold

Quick note: it's supposed to be for the Cold prompt from our ZoTash discord, but mine has a cold-ish theme, so forgive me anyhow. Your gal here is having a writer’s block, but I wanted to inspire myself on the LuNa fic from HerPrettySmile. If you're into LuNa, you should definitely check it out. It's one of my favorites fics!

The first time Sanji noticed them was back in Loguetown. When they were fleeing, Zoro was having a fight with a pretty lady and the cook had been outraged. The mosshead had never shown any interest in any woman whatsoever, so seeing him having a fight with one was absurd.

She was a swordsman, the blonde noticed. A perfect match, he thought. He never knew if the first-mate even had any interest in relationships, but if he does one day, the cook thought someone like that pretty lady would fit. 

Sanji had never known what was the result of the fight though. He wanted to stay at the time, but it was raining and so fucking cold, his clothes soaked, and he couldn’t even light his cigarette. So he trusted the Mosshead wouldn’t do anything stupid and went on his way. Zoro didn’t say anything when he came back to the ship and the cook never asked. 

However, he didn’t seem happy about something, and Sanji wondered what happened to the pretty lady.

Well, it’s not like we’ll meet again.

—

The first time Nami noticed that there was something odd with the relationship between Zoro and the Navy Lady was way back in Alabasta. She had never seen the green-haired man so agitated and flustered (and it wasn’t because of the fucking heat from that freaking country), not even when he was dealing with Sanji. That woman was definitely weird and also dangerous with her unceasing wish of chasing them. 

He had run away from the woman with glasses and Nami was stunned. She remembers him saying “She’s the only one I can’t fight” and the surprise hit her hard as a punch from Luffy. The only one he can’t fight? There’s no such a thing in Roronoa Zoro’s vocabulary — he’d never back down from a fight. Ever! Especially against a marine, even if she’s was a woman. 

She tried to drag the truth out of him, but to no avail. Zoro simply ignored her at the time and all the other times she had questioned him. Sometimes, he’d even give her a cold shoulder for poking her nose in too much.

Well, whatever. She doesn’t seem like she can pose a threat to him anyway.

—

Robin was almost sure there was something between the two swordsmen and she figured it out on Punk Hazard. She had seen how it was a really complicated and strained relationship and probably Zoro had his reasons. It was not like him to lose his temper over simple words and with strangers. 

She noticed how Zoro tried to act cold as that God-forsaken island towards the marine lady, but his efforts proved to be fruitless. He did lose his mind with her during the battle, but wasn’t able to leave her behind to die from Caeser’s gas. He had even bandaged her almost frostbitten shoulder! 

But there were two reasons she had been led to believe they were not strangers to each other: while running with the kids and the G-5 sailors, she heard them gossiping how the “Swirly Brow bro” had said the “Sword bro” was a softie inside and they didn’t need to worry about “Captain-chan”. Robin agreed, it was very well put. That was the first.

The second was when they were at the victory celebration, pirates and sailors together, she saw Tashigi fetching a glove for Zoro because his hands were cold. They argued in the end, yes, but she didn’t miss the looks they gave each other when they thought the other wasn’t looking. 

Both seemed curious, but Tashigi had a longing in her eyes and he had recognition in his good eye.

Oh my, something did change.

—

Usopp had never paid attention to that Navy Lady that Sanji and Robin would talk about sometimes. He just knew she was Smoker’s subordinate, she was not that strong and had a weird rivalry with Zoro. He didn’t know why she even bothered considering their gap in strength was huge. 

Until he saw her fight in Wano. She was not strong as Zoro and Law yet, but she stood her ground pretty fucking beautifully in order to protect the Strawhat’s swordsman. Which was odd, taking into account her past behavior and the way she acted towards him when she first landed on the Samurai’s country. 

Tashigi had been straight up cold towards Zoro, full of icy remarks, and indifferent looks. But that was before their swordsman almost got himself killed. Zoro was on the floor and Tashigi protected him, fighting tooth and nail. She had won and it had been a pretty impressive battle, but, in the end, she ended up badly hurt. 

Chopper took care of her, of course, but the other strange thing was that Zoro did not leave her side. He even stood up to Smoker when the older man demanded him to get the fuck out of her bedroom. 

Zoro did not obey. And Usopp was flabbergasted.

She was just a marine and initially, the sniper thought Zoro was just doing that out of obligation. The woman had saved his life, after all. But then, he seemed pretty fucking happy when she woke up (even if they got back to yelling at each other) in his own peculiar way and for some reason, started to follow her around.

Her frigid demeanor was no more and she would even send a smile his way sometimes. They’d go back to arguing in the end though.

Those two are really troublesome.

—

Brook was old enough to spot correctly the moment when the pretty Navy Lady stopped being Zoro’s enemy and became his friend. He also knew they were a step away from being lovers, but not yet. Their established friendship was recent, but they weren’t able to hide the looks they gave each other all the time. 

Only when the other wasn’t looking, of course. He had a strong longing in his good eye and she had recognition in hers. In Brook’s opinion, they were two kids dancing around each other, without the courage to stop. 

It wasn’t just the looks. It was the small gestures — the way he would wrap a scarf around her neck when she was shivering because “you’ll catch a cold and fuck everything up, so take care of yourself, woman”, the way they’d always stay or fight together or how he would sulk in the corner when she was giving Law more attention than necessary.

Or, especially, how he gave one of his earings to her before the girl left to end the revolution she, Smoker and Aokiji started in the Navy. She had looked at him with surprise and he was asking for a promise in complete silence. Tashigi smiled and nodded, and maybe that was the step they needed. 

Yohohoho, young love. Always an adventure.

—

Smoker had always known how that brat was special to that silly little girl. He knew since she had let the Strawhats go in Alabasta, when she had blushed when that fucking boy carried her in Punk Hazard, when she had stood between death and the Pirate Hunter in Wano, risking her life for the sake of that punk.

The Vice-Admiral also knew that, from the brat’s part, Tashigi has always been equally special. He knew when he saw him saving her in Punk Hazard and when he stood up to him in Wano. He noticed when his cold demeanor turned into a friendly one and their bickering stopped being full of hate and poisonous only to become something amicable. Or even when he had cuddled with her in a freaking frozen night.

When all was said and done, he saw her run to the pirate and hug him, face full of relief and happiness for seeing him alive. The brat had been fucking hurt while protecting her with all his might. Smoker had to admit that the boy would hunt anyone who would hurt her. 

They had mended their wounds, one never leaving the other’s side. Smoker was okay with it, what could he do? The heart wants what it fucking wants. He just didn’t need to catch them in a lip-lock in the middle of the party, kissing like there was no tomorrow and fucking oblivious to the people cheering around them. 

The G-5 men, the Strawhats, and the Revolutionary Army all screaming. Smoker didn’t know why they were so surprised, he has always known to be honest. And it was the same reason why he was not stupefied when she handed her resign letter followed by a wedding invitation. 

Her smile had been radiant as she was on the day of her marriage. It was extremely simple, it had quite some people and they were dressed in traditional Wano clothes. It almost didn’t have any ceremony, they both didn’t believe in any religion after all. It was supposed to be just a party, considering that parties are the Strawhat’s specialty. 

Everyone was drinking and dancing when he approached the fucking brat (now a full-grown man, to be fair, but Smoker would still consider him a punk), nodding and glaring at him. The pirate returned the glare and the now-Admiral just smirked. He didn’t want to play the father figure there, but someone had too. 

“I’ll kill you if you hurt her. I don’t fucking care if you’re the greatest swordsman in the world or any of that shit. I will kick your sorry ass, pirate,” Smoker used his most menacing tone to get his point across.

Zoro nodded and seriously, replied, “I won’t. You have my word.”

Smoker eyed him, taking all his features, from his stern and determined look to his strong posture. The brat-turned-man seemed to be speaking the truth.

“But aren’t you too old to be threatening people, Admiral?”, Zoro tilted his head and showed his usual cocky smile.

Smoker only rolled his eyes and turned his back to the current greatest swordsman in the world. What the hell that silly girl was thinking when she decided to marry that pirate?

Nevertheless, he had to admit the boy had some balls and in the end, Smoker admitted she’d be okay. They’d be okay. He’d miss her, but people always say that letting kids go is hard as fuck, right?

He snorted and lighted a single cigar. 

Fucking brat.

[helpinghanikan]

Open wide for Steven

Steven Grant x reader

Sum: Smut. Oral this time.

Spread them for Marc

Bend over for Jake

It’s a standing date night that brough you to Steven’s place after work. Since he’s accidentally stood you up more than once this was the only way you’d agree to another date. Even if the workday was hard and you had yet to shower or change before reaching his door.

Although unlocked you still knocked before just barging in. Immediately starting on your practiced speech for why you should just stay in tonight.

“Hey, Steven. It’s been a long day and I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind- oh.”

Your interrupt yourself by finally seeing the apartment. The candles set up on any available shelf, flowers (mainly roses) in vases on the tables in the living room and kitchen. Enough lights were out to make the entire room dim. With the candles a mood was definitely set. Especially when Steven stepped out from the kitchen with two wine glasses.

“I messed up again, I know. But this time it wasn’t my fault; the host didn’t get down our reservation when I called and the next one wasn’t until nine. I figured we could just stay in instead?” Steven explained but you weren’t listening. What he was saying was probably important and all but it’s hard to focus when Steven is clearly only wearing a robe.

“Yeah, uh-huh.” You say, dropping your bag and coat without caring about the mess they made.

It was only a few steps to get into Steven’s space. He only having enough time to place the wine glasses on the table before you were practically chest to chest. Your hands toyed at the collar of his robe, eyes drifting between his lips and his exposed chest.

And yet Steven felt the need to explain himself.

“I swear I didn’t do this on purpose. This whole ruining our dates thing, I don’t- I would never…” He trails off, letting himself be interrupted by the soft kiss you gave.

It’s nice, downright cute, to have a man care this much about your date. That he thinks about your feelings beyond anything else. As a human he couldn’t fix past mistakes or change things that simply can’t be changed, but he can apologize. And he does that plenty, enough that his anxiety can be seen through the love. Most could say the same, though.

“It’s okay,” You say, holding his face. “The last thing I want is to put on heels tonight, anyway.”

He tastes like garlic and spices. Taste testing while cooking was likely the cause. You kiss him harder to get a better taste. Biting down on his bottom lip to distract from your coldish hands sliding through his robe.

“I made food too.” He says, voice heavy from the kisses.

There’s no way he didn’t say this on purpose. You hummed in response. Taking hold of the belt in a loose knot. It would be so easy to simply pull and take the barrier away. Steven knowing this too, based on the look in his eye when you smile at him.

“How cheesy would it be if I said I’m hungry for something else?” You ask, pulling the knot free without breaking eye-contact.

“Personally, I like cheese.” He says, kissing you this time.

He semi-hard when you sink down to the floor. Making him agonize by slowly sliding your hands down his chest, his stomach, and down to his thighs. The thighs you hold firmly to sit up slightly and kiss his tummy just below the belly button. He moans at the warmth of your lips but hisses when you blow lightly over your kiss marks.

Steven is the stone you sculpt with a blowjob. You can chip away that the harsh edges with kisses on his inner thighs. Feel the stone become smooth from your spit coated hand sliding from root to tip and then back down.

Steven was better than stone, though. He responds with moans that grow with every stroke. Downright gasping when your lips take control of his tip. He looks down to you as if he were surprised that this was your intention. Hands grabbing the table behind him to try and pretend that he had some control in the action.

If previous attempts were anything to go by you weren’t going to be able to take him all in. Instead you had to settle with half-way before your gag reflex stops you. Your hands taking over what your mouth couldn’t.

“Love, Love, I need- Oh!” Steven says to the ceiling, his hand on the back of your head.

He always becomes chatty when getting close. Anything short of your safe word couldn’t stop you. That and Steven suddenly pulling your hair harshly away from him.

“Ow, A little rough, babe.” You said, reaching back to get his hand off your head.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” He says, letting go of your hair and dropping to his knees to be eyelevel. “I had to stop before I’d ruin this. I’m supposed to be seducing you, not the other way around.”

You laugh while putting you arms around his shoulders. Pressing your foreheads together and giving another kiss. “That I’m ready to take your cock on sight probably means your seduction worked, Babe.” You say, another kiss on his lips.

“This is still to make it up to you,” Steven looks around the room for a second. Kissing his cheek you didn’t think about anything else except this cute man. “Sit on my face.”

That brought you back. Leaning away from him to see his face that was now grinning at your reaction. It’s his turn to kiss you before standing up and walking towards the living room.

“Sit, like sit on you?” You tried to clarify. “I’m not exactly light. I’m gonna hurt you.”

Sitting with his legs out on the living room carpet Steven just nods. Reaching his arms out towards you like an angel welcoming you to heaven. Instead of telling you to be not afraid he simply said; “I have insurance. Come here.”

It’s embarrassing to admit that you were excited. Even standing wasn’t fast enough as you crawled towards him. Another kiss and another question of if he really really wanted to do this.

He nods. “There has to be a reason I was given this thick head, Love. Just the panties need to go if that helps. Everything else can stay on.”

The skirt you wore today was a circle. Just long enough to reach your knees and fluffy enough that you could hide the removal of your compression shorts and underwear. It was hard to be sexy while wiggling out of those shorts, luckily Steven was too busy moving the coffee table to notice. Not that he cared, immediately going back to his sitting position.

“Ready?” He asks as you sit next to his head while he lays down.

“Are you absolutely sure? I don’t know how I’m gonna explain this to an ER nurse.”

“Tell them I suffocated in heaven.”

Although you laugh at it you still have to be safe. “Seriously, Steven. Tap out twice when it gets too much. Okay?”

Steven nods, head rested on the floor. “Twice tap if I go insane, understood.”

Simply crawling over him is awkward. It takes a second but the easiest was simply to swing your leg over him and just straddle his face. Your thigh muscles strain for a second to keep from completely taking a seat. Steven putting a stop to that by holding your hips and pulling down hard.

He start by licking but just opening his mouth against your lower lips. Hot air so close, so intense against your lips was almost enough to jump a bit. Steven keeping you in place to slide his tongue between your lips, licking them open to your entrance and back.

Most of Steven’s torso is hidden by your skirt. It’s only by the shuffling under your skirt that you know he is holding your hips to stay in position. Something you started fighting against without meaning to. Instead of grinding back and forth like you wanted you could only roll your hips in little circles. Making an almost game out of dodging Steven’s tongue on your clit. A double-edged sword but still fun to hear his annoyance under your thighs.

Steven moves his hands from your hips to your ass. Squeezing firmly to have as a control. Now pushing you back and forth over his face. Tongue dragging over your clit as the absolute tip of his nose bumps at your entrance.

“There we go…” You encourage, leaning forward over his body.

Somehow your brain is still operating during all this. While warmth and pleasant pressure overwhelm your pelvis and thighs, your mouth waters for a job unfinished.

Steven’s robe is completely open. Cock still hard and wet from your spit that curves slightly towards his stomach. A drop touches onto his stomach. Your leaning farther forward, Steven taking the chance to take a longer lick through your lips, and shudder before getting to your destination. Steven licks you like this again, doing so slowly and deeply. Good for a feeling but not enough to build towards a release.

Out of revenge you take Steven’s cock back in hand. Not giving him enough time to comprehend as, with two strokes, he is back in your mouth. One hand holding it up to position as your head bobs up and down.

Steven has completely stopped his movements. You could hear the shudder and moan that goes through him as you bob. Smiling around the cock that you drooled around without shame.

Without any words or agreement this has become a contest. You had the advantage of a head start and sight, but Steven was downright cheating. Using his hand to slide up and into your entrance with two fingers so his tongue could focus on pressing and turning your clit until silence was no longer an option.

He groaning just as loudly as your mouth vibrates around his cock. Taking your mouth from him completely and swirling around the tip. Licking up and down the sides as if you could clean it all with just your mouth. The mess only coming back when you stroke up and down, thumbing over his tip and back down, smearing pre-cum just to lick it up again.

Steven has brought out the big guns with the switching of his fingers and tongue. Sliding the clitoris between two fingers while his tongue fucks your hole. His remaining hand pulls your hips down as best he could, His tongue so deep he would drown before suffocating.

That warmth is traveling, taking over, your body. Pressure from your pelvis now in your nipples and chest. Like you may burst from the heat of a star, only way to get it out was to open your mouth and give in. Moaning and calling out Steven’s name while pressing back as hard as you could. Rolling through the orgasm that Steven refuses to acknowledge as he continues to roll and fuck the sense out of you.

Your hands have become lazy in the wake of your orgasm. Barely pumping away at his cock that couldn’t possibly get him there.

In almost desperation you surge forward and take him into your mouth. Hands on his hips to stabilize yourself while your head moves back and down. No thought or rhyme or reason but moving with the goal of noise that starts within seconds.

You couldn’t hear the groaning and moaning that Steven makes. Holding your hips, squeezing them hard, to try and hide that he was just as bad as you were. Of course he was just as bad, probably worse. Especially when he doesn’t last very long with your mouth moving so messily.

Without warning Steven cums over your face. Mouth open in both surprise and an honest attempt to say you tried to keep a mess from being made. Licking him over the same way he did you, except he taps out and you actually obey.

Your thighs are hot and feel sticky from your cum and Steven’s spit. Your face isn’t doing much better. Semen was definitely in your hair and covered your face. This being confirmed when Steven’s eyes go wide at seeing you. Quickly becoming a laugh when you smile at him and he crawls forward for a kiss.

“I’m filthy, Steven,” You say but don’t fight when he comes in and takes the kiss. “I just wanna appreciate my handiwork.” He kisses you again, this time on the cheek.

[seriesxwriting]

his truth

• Paring- Kai parker x you

Series- the vampire diaries (the prison world)

Summary- you leave the house in the middle of the night alone and Kai is worried, it stirs up feelings he’s never felt before. About youu ;).

Warning- kissing, swearing.

- requests are open, I write for most series on Netflix I’ve watched most of them. I know I have a lot of outer banks work but I’m trying to change it up :)

<3

“Your so annoying!” “If I’m so annoying why are you still with me? You could have left ages ago”. He looked at me from across the Salvatore front room with that famous sneaky smile of his. I did love that smile.

It was dangerous and it intrigued me.

I knew Kai was just teasing me and he meant nothing by it, I knew my reason for staying in the Salvatore house with him but I wouldn’t tell him said reason. “Could say the same for you mr parker” I put my magazine down completely now. Giving him my full attention.

We were staring at each other until kai shrugged “I was here first, it’s getting pretty late I’m gonna head to bed now” “never know, You might wake up and I’ll be gone” I joke as Kai got up from the sofa.

A soft laugh traveled to my ears and Kai shook his head, loosely his hair fell everywhere“you like me too much” he said with a cheeky wink.

Kai left the front room after that I watched him walk away thinking to my self ‘you have no idea’. It was crazy how I’d found my self falling for a sociopath that killed his whole family. A heretic.

Though I saw a different side to Kai.

His family abused and isolated him, what were they expecting him to do? Everytime he’d get cast to the side while everyone would clap for his perfect sister.

No one gave Kai a chance but I would. I guess he showed me a different side to him as well, he wasn’t rough and mean but soft and gently when he spoke and handled me. We were friends he’d never stabbed me in the back or lied to me. He’d never hurt or threatened me. This is why I fell for Kai parker.

Kai was right it was getting late, almost one but I wasn’t tired. I wasn’t tired at two o’clock either or three. So I decided to go to one of the lakes on the side of town, in the woods.

It wasn’t too far away, I loved going here at night it was beautiful under the moon light, the water was coldish but not too bad perfect to be fair. Silence.

Not a human in sight not a car to be heard, no one to distract me I could relax and I did. This is where I came all the time if I needed to clear my head, if the prison world became too stressful. I removed my most of my clothes and slipped into the silvery water.

I was at peace here.

—

Kai woke up around fourish and couldn’t get back to sleep. He tossed around and turned in the big double bed but couldn’t, so like usual he’d listen out for my heart beat or breathing to soothe himbut I wasn’t there of course. He shot up glaring around his pitch black room concentrating more on his vamp hearing, checking each room and best he could.

Kai ripped the covers off like a bandage and jumped up vamping to my room.

My bed sheets were untouched and so was everything else in the room.

Kais heart sank when the conversation from last night was remembered.

All these emotions he’d never felt before were suddenly overwhelming him. The regret, the worry, the fear of losing someone and even the heat breaking feeling where you fear the person you love has left you. He wanted to break down but he hand to continue the search.

He quickly checked all the rooms of the house before moving outside. “Y/N!” He shouted out into the nothingness of the prison world. “Y/N are you out there!?- please be out there” Kai whispered the last part to him self still trying to keep these new feelings at bay. He hoped with his fingers crossed.

“Y/N? -Princess?” He yelled stumbling through the forest at normal speed thinking it would be more efficient than going fast. Kais ears pricked up at the sound of water being splashed about, it was soft so it could be nothing. But on the other hand he didn’t wanna risk any chances.

He debated it for a moment but made the journey off corse anyway. Running with vamp speed to the lake up ahead. Kai stoped at the edge of the clearing watching me, unknowingly swim about in the lake. His heart did a flip in joy.

Because I was safe because I hadn’t left him.

As much as Kai enjoyed the view he felt the need to come and disturb me anyway. Just sums up kai to a tee.

“Y/n! What the fuck!” He shouted when in clear sight.

I almost jumped out of my skin and across the river. “Kai you fucking idiot you scared the shit out of me!!” I turned around facing him completely oblivious to what I was wearing right now.

He walked across eyeing up the lake checking if it was safe or something.

“What are you doing out here” kai looked at the river weirdly.

“Swimming kai” I folded my arms not wanting to be disturbed but still making my way over to him on the side.

“You don’t look too impressed with me being here” he told me taking a seat on the dry land. “Could say the same for you” I shrugged dipping my hair under laying on my back.

“I was just-…” Kai started off but faded. “You were what?” I looked back up at him confused. He was always so confident. Something had his tongue.

“Nothing” Kai shook his head solemnly “then you can go kai” I sighed turning my back to him, pissed off. “Y/n..” “you were what Kai?” I asked again with a frown. His fingers where tangled with the grass.

“I just remember our conversation last night where you said I might wake up and you will be gone…” Kai trailed off looking everywhere apart from at me. “…So what?” I pushed because I wanted a real answer, he was making progress but I needed a real answer.

“What do you want me to say y/n?” “The truth kai I think I deserve the truth by now?” I held onto the edge looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Okay this is the truth y/n” he looked at me seriously.

“You make me feel y/n- and I hate it because I learnt how to not feel and you came a long and unraveled it all, all my hard work if I woke up and you are gone… I’d be empty it would be a nightmare” “what do I make you feel Kai”.

My stomach was twisting in excitement and I couldn’t help the little comforting smile that appeared on my lips for him.

“All different things y/n how do I explain its like… when I though you were gone there was this feeling in my heart it like- it felt like someone stabbed a hole in it” he explained showing me with his hands.

My smile turned into a smirk “what?” He asked shuffling towards me. “I’m not saying it for you kai, your a grown man we’ve been in this prison world for ages now and I’ve stayed with you the whole time and if you if you want me to stay then…”

He stopped me talking with his lips glued to mine. Kai was leaning over ever so slightly to meet me in the middle. I didn’t expect it that’s for sure but it’s one way to get me to stay. He was soft I’m sure kai Parker could be rough as well but for our first kiss it was nice.

I tangled with his hair while his hand was gently holding the side of my face.

He pulled away from my lips but our faces still appeared quite close, our eyes staring into one another’s and Kai tucked my hair behind my ear with his hand still lingering.

“That’s your truth?”

“Yeah that’s my truth, I like you more than I’m supposed to” he flipped my lips with his thumb trailing down.

“I guess I like you more than I’m supposed to, too” i admitted quietly still in a bit of shock But I couldn’t fight the grin that appeared on my lips.

“Well princess, can I come and join you then?” He wondered after a moments of silence between us. “Mmh” I nodded before pulling him by the T-shirt into the water.

Kai splashed about with the fishes before surfacing and watching me bawl with laughter. “Think your slick?” He shouted across playfully, grinning dangerously before chasing me.

I tried running away in the water but Kai used vamp speed and pulled me into his arms holding me there quite comfortably dipping us in the water. “Let me go” I giggled swaying in between. “do you want me to?” Kai looked at me with an eyebrow raise and I shook my head.

“No, never”

<3

[heilith]

Loss and Gain

A/n: As requested by @a-music-undergrad​ “Haldir notices the reader had a bad day and, in the most subtle and elusive way of his, offers a hug”. A bit loosely, but still. I do hope you like it. The feedback is very welcome.

@mismaeve​ Hi! :) I still managed to find a substitute for that word!

@scyllas-revenge​ Not sure you’re interested, but you asked me to tag you.

Sorry if there’re any mistakes or typos - my bad, I tried to edit it carefully. Also sorry if it’s awful - then forget you ever read that! 

Ok, here it is...

Loss and gain

The light was pouring out of what looked like a thousand of windows, adding to your resentment. The people inside were making the merriest of the merries, as you were only left to wonder what had caused such a burst of cheer.

Whatever it was, you had not been considered a person important enough to deserve your place among the celebrators. Among the musicians, at the very least. The neglect was more offending, since you’d counted the so forgetful dwellers of the house among your friends.

And now couldn’t be so sure any longer.

The thought weighed unpleasantly on your mind since the morning, when you’d noticed the first preparations for the feast. As boring a life as you led, you’d been eager to partake in something to brighten it up, and the surprise of no suggestions of the kind was a rough one.

You sighed, telling yourself it was high time to leave and cease wounding your heart with the spectacle of the pleasure you’d been denied.

Would you have been that much of a burden?

Were you that unsavory a company?

“Enjoying your solitude, little neighbor?”

He had the most irritating manner of appearing by your side out of the blue, when you least expected it.

“Not anymore,” you muttered in a nasty sulky voice.  

It had been silly of you to expect Haldir to have the temerity of looking guilty or thrown off his reserve.

“I wonder who’s to blame,” he encountered, untouched by the heavy hint in the greeting you’d bestowed upon him.  

A particularly loud blast of laughter from the house interfered with your reply. You shrugged, averting your eyes to try and discern the silhouettes of the guests - to guess what had enlivened them to this extent.  

“They must be really happy,” the words came out way more wistful than you wished.

“Some of them are. At least, they seem to be,” agreed he, “Are you not, little neighbor?”

You could never fathom why he insisted on calling you that. To your humble mind, the nickname was in a bad taste. It had you feeling more insignificant than you already knew you were. But you had yourself gulp it down each time, too polite to speak your annoyance.

It was such a trifle, after all, that you noticing it at all could only be an object of ridicule.

“I can you take you there, if that’s what you want,” offered he, leaning against the trunk of the mallorn, under the canopy of which you’d been pining away so pathetically.

“It’s called intruding, big neighbor,” you couldn’t restrain yourself from returning the favour for once. Alas, by the looks of it, his prideful self strangely enjoyed it – at least, his smirk didn’t testify to the contrary. Oh perhaps, he hadn’t let it grasp his attention at all.

“Not when you’re invited.”

“I was not,” the objection seemed amiss to you.

“Their loss,” stated he calmly.  

The hour was far beyond the midnight, and the celebration was waning at an unhurried pace. The joyful tunes became tamer, more hushful, then metamorphized into a languid ballad, long and saddening.

You had to suppress a wave of regret, as if up to the moment there had been any hope you’d suddenly be welcome to share the general mirth, after all, and now there was no choice but to relinquish it.

The Warden’s coldish eyes were on you, alight with a knowing look, and you were plunging into even a deeper shame, mourning your lack of self-sufficiency more and more with each minute.

“If you wish to be invited…” said he slowly, “A dance, my lady?”

A neither “yes”, nor “no” had managed to make their way off your lips, when his hand was around yours and he compelled you to come into his arms carefully, but with a certain amount of insistence.

As you found yourself close against him, he whirled you around with an unexpected force, and put you down the moment you were ready to complain about the lack of air in your chest.

The song was endless, and it was not long before your strange dance came to a standstill, but none of you moved to shake off the embrace. More than that. You were certain there’d been no encouragement on your part, yet his hold on you became only more confident, no distance left between you and him. There was welcome tenderness in the way his palms slipped up your body and he cradled the back of your neck delicately.  

You couldn’t even afford to be surprised. All reaction, available to you, was to breathe your little misery out into his chest and hope he didn’t end it all too soon.

Not as if he was going to.

“My gain, little neighbor,” mouthed he into the wisp of hair at your temple.

In truth, that feast wasn’t really worth it.

The sadness, on the other hand, could have been.

“Ours, big one,” you let him know with a smile he couldn’t even see now, “It was ours.”