#getting embarrassed

[se-rae2]

Yandere! Knight—intriguing as you were, he can't grasp exactly why he felt as drawn to you as he did, considering how it was your first meeting.

WARNINGS: noncon drugging, three chaps turned oneshot

You feel guilty.

You hadn't meant any harm, truly. It wasn't malice that guided your hand, only a quiet, desperate longing for company. For someone—anyone—to stay a little longer in the silence that had become far too loud.

Despite the fact that the presence of others always unsettled you, there was something different about this man—you could feel it. From the moment he had knocked on your door, bloodied and bruised from gods-know-what battle, you had been inexplicably drawn to him.

It was as though his very existence had unsettled the stillness you’d grown so accustomed to, and yet, for reasons you couldn’t quite name, you didn’t mind.

It unsettles you now, the weight of it pressing heavier with each passing moment. But back then—back in that fleeting, fragile moment—you’d made a choice. You had slipped a little something into his drink. Nothing lethal, nothing cruel, just... something to make him stay. Just a little longer.

Your sisters would, undoubtedly, frown at your actions, not that they mattered. Not anymore.

They had long since ceased to be your sisters the moment they cast you out of the coven. A power they deemed uncontrollable, a mistake you had not chosen.

They were meant to embrace the outcasts, to welcome the unwelcome, and yet—they had turned their backs on you. Shunned you. Just like the villagers had. For something you could no more control than the wind or the tide.

But Nicholas didn’t shun you. Not yet. Not then. The knight had introduced himself with weary eyes and a cautious smile, accepting your offer of shelter with a gratitude that had disarmed you.

And now—now he was here, perched in your lap, his weight both familiar and foreign. It had embarrassed you the first time he suggested such a thing, his easy manner reddening your ears.

But he had asked again. And again. Until his requests became as natural as the sound of the fire crackling in your hearth, and your resistance gave way to a reluctant tolerance.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

But his armour dug into your legs, heavy and unyielding, and his nonchalance did little to soothe your growing regret. It had felt harmless at first—a small indulgence, a quiet transgression for a soul so starved of companionship.

You’d tended his wounds, warmed him by your fire, and offered him safety. You hadn’t taken anything from him, you told yourself. Nothing he couldn’t spare.

And yet, as he sits there now—his hands lingering just a moment too long, his touch a shade too deliberate—you feel something begin to shift. The balance you’d been so certain of tips, and unease coils tight in the pit of your stomach.

You wanted him to stay. But you hadn’t thought to consider what might happen if he did.

You shift slightly beneath him, the discomfort of his weight growing with each passing moment. A knot tightens in your chest, something unfamiliar stirring within you, something you’d been avoiding.

You’d let him stay because you wanted it—needed it—but now, with the warmth of the fire casting shadows around the room, the silence between you feels heavier than before.

Finally, you take a breath, hesitant, your voice barely above a whisper. "Nicholas... maybe it’s time for you to leave."

The words hang in the air, awkward and fragile, as though they might shatter if said too loudly. You tell yourself it’s the right thing, the necessary thing. But why, then, does your heart pound, and your breath catch in your throat?

"It's not that you've done anything wrong! It's just that with you being healed and all..."

He freezes. The shift is immediate, as if your words had cut through the calm like a sharp blade.

His posture goes rigid, and the warmth that had softened his features fades, replaced by a cold, simmering intensity.

The air around him thickens with an unsettling quiet, and for the first time, you sense a hint of something dangerous beneath his calm exterior.

He doesn’t raise his voice, but there’s a sharpness in his tone that wasn’t there before. "Leave?" His words are clipped, precise, each one deliberate as if carefully controlled. "Is that really what you want?"

You can feel the tension in his body, his muscles coiled tight, but his gaze remains level, too steady, as though he’s holding himself back—holding back something dark, something that threatens to spill over if provoked further.

It’s the eerie calmness of it that unnerves you. He’s angry, yes, but there’s a quiet restraint in the way he holds it in check, as if he doesn’t want to hurt you, but can’t promise he won’t.

Is this what his enemies felt?

The realization hits you like a sudden, cold wave. The tension in the room, the stillness that crackles with restrained power, the barely contained anger in his voice—it’s all too familiar, too sharp.

You can’t help but wonder how many had faced him like this, how many had felt that same suffocating sense of dread, knowing that his calmness was a veil, hiding something far darker beneath. Something they had pushed too far and paid the price for.

A part of you shudders at the thought, and for the first time, you question if you’ve made a mistake—if this quiet man before you, this knight who was neither harmless nor ruthless, could be something so much worse.

[napping-sapphic]

take your clothes off and get on the bed what no we aren’t having sex right now we’re cuddling and pressing every inch of skin together as close as possible for the next six hours

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

[girldadbuckley]

following new people on here is like i'm sorry to interrupt but i saw you from across the dash and liked your vibes

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[chloesimaginationthings]

You know Henry’s final speech went hard in FNAF

[chaoswritesthemultiverse]

In my recent game I came across some dialogue from Gale I've not seen before, despite this being my 500000000th romance with this man. So we meet Lorroakan for the first time and convince him that Aylin is dead. Speaking to Gale, I think, ok, he's going to be like "hey what a shit wizard" or "what an arrogant little twat" because we've already seen his rubbish projections and it's Lorroakan, come on. Then Gale says this:

Yes, he falls short of - wait. What? Gale is roasting Lorroakan not for his magical skills. He is incensed by his inability to use multiple sources to verify information.

This absolute nerd is more pissed about having too few citations than the fact that Lorroakan is an amoral little jerk that wants to torturously leech off of an aasimar's soul for his own immortality.

I -

Gale, please never change. I love you, you ridiculous dork.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

guys i'm truly anxious about the election hysteria detracting from attention that should be going into fundraisers, so ahead of all the ruckus i genuinely think it's important to remember and that fundraisers remain paramount. platforming campaigns periodically is one of very few ways we can help and i'm worried many people will lose sight of that in the midst of the pointless discourse about the election. but it's literally all smoke and mirrors and none of it makes a tangible difference the way fundraising does

[morganbritton132]

It’s ladies night at the gay bar Eddie works at which means no men allowed, which means, ‘how the hell did this dork in a polo make it pass the bouncer and how the hell has no one complained about him yet?’

Eddie watches the admittedly gorgeous guy approach the bar and ask for a drink. Eddie responds with, “How did you get past Frank?”

“The bouncer?” Pretty boy asks. “Oh, I asked if I could come in.”

“You asked?”

“Yeah?”

“And he let you?”

“Yeahhh?”

“None of these girls are going to go for you,” Eddie tells him in case he somehow missed that this was the queerest bar in town. “They’re lesbians. They like women.”

“I know!” The guy - Steve, Eddie will find out later - smiles, bright and big. “Isn’t that great?!”

Something in Eddie curdles with disgust because, “Nice try, buddy. You’re not going to ‘turn’ a lesbian.”

“Hope not,” Steve laughs and then pulls a stack of Polaroids out of his pocket. “Look at this.”

He holds one out to Eddie, showing him the image of a girl looking done-as-shit with the camera in her face. There’s a phone number written at the bottom.

“This is Robin," Steve says fondly. “Shes my best friend, and a lesbian, and the best person I’ve ever met, and I love her…she deserves a girlfriend so I’m-“

“Advertising her?”

“Helping get her a date,” Steve finishes. “This will make a great story at their wedding.”

“That’s insane…and strangely endearing.”

“Yeah, I’m like that,” Steve says, sliding over a Polaroid of Robin giving the camera the bird. “That’s my phone number too. Just so you know.”

[enidtendo64]

TW: Heavily implied Child Abuse

Stowaway AU where Pacifica becomes a stowaway on the Stan-O-War 2 after trying to run away from home to California. Things don’t exactly work out as planned, but at least she’s got a “Summer Internship” away from her parents now!

[xpurplepiex]

neoliberal temptress

[qiyuearning]

your first time with caleb and he is so, so… how can he even describe it?

“you’re— you’re— i can’t even . . . ohmygod? just wow.” he says all in one breath, eyes struggling to focus on just one part of you. his hands hover just over your torso, tracing the air over eager skin. he doesn’t know if he can handle even a second more of this. is he dreaming right now? is he allowed to?

god, let him have this. finally, his hands find their way to your hips, slender fingers flexing against smooth curves. he could feel your body pressed against his, warm and solid. real.

he always had a snarky quip or a teasing remark to lighten the mood, but right now, all that escapes his lips is an uncharacteristically pathetic sound he doesn’t mean to let slip.

“pip— you’re gorgeous. i mean you’re always gorgeous! o-obviously. always have been,” he sputters, his breathing almost erratic as he chastises himself in an attempt to chase after what little shred of common sense and control he has left. “can i? i mean, will you let me . . . ? no— god, if i could just—“

caleb babbles perhaps a million things per minute—prayers most likely, so fast that it makes your head spin. it isn’t until he feels your touch on his chest that he calms down, your hand warm and solid. real.

“slow down.” you sigh from your place in his lap. he looks like he’s about to burst into tears— or flames. “use your words, caleb.”

he was a man on the edge, a man finally acknowledging his need. his lips found the sensitive spot on your collarbone, teeth scraping against tender flesh lightly.

he looks at you for further permission, a violet gaze that is screaming please, please, please, let me have this. hesitantly, he places an experimental kiss along your jaw. then one to your lips. then another, and another until he can’t remember a feeling that could ever be better than this. it’s desperate, rushed, and a little clumsy, a culmination of years spent holding back.

“. . . words are the last thing on my mind right now, pipsqueak.”

he feels the heat of your body through the thin fabric of your clothes, the weight of your thighs pressed against his. his fingers find the edge of your shirt, slipping underneath to ghost over your skin. his touch is both gentle and possessive, as if claiming something long overdue as his.

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[chamiryokuroi]

I have so many sounds perfect for them I am slowly making my way through them all.

Here have something silly! Steph crashing at Tim’s boat after a hard night of work, and Tim kind of forgot Bernard was also there 🤭

[calsvoid]

i just know jason gets SOOO embarrassed when he does something and it’s similar to dick or bruce. he says a phrase dick often says and dies inside or he is talking and realizes he’s using the same tone and words his dad uses. he’s doing a move in combat and remembers exactly who he learned it from. his hair looks a little too much like bruce’s one day. dick would wear this hoodie. he’s eating takeout from a restaurant dick introduced him to. he’s just like his dad and his big brother and he wants to scream because EWWWWWWWWWW

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Afton’s different ways of parenting in FNAF