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writingoddess1125 · 7 months

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Call Me Sir

Mihawk X Reader

A mildly spicy peice! If people want I can make a Pt. 2 full full blow SPICY scenes. Enjoy!

Warnings: Sexual themes, strip teasing

It was a rather stormy night, perfect for a nice cozy evening in. Laid up in a massive bed wearing your comfiest oversized sleep shirt (cough stolen from your husband cough), a cup of hot tea on the nightstand as you snuggled in the blankets with a good book a single bedside candle lighting the room. While it was typically lonely here on Kuraigana Island, but you never minded. It was your home and one you shared with your lovely husband.

You had been married to Mihawk for many years, truthfully you were one of the reasons he became a warlord was to keep you safe. He never wanted what he choose to do as a living put you in danger, it was just one of the many things he had done and continues to do to show his love and dedication to you.

As you laid there reading, you picked up the sound of footsteps. Smiling as you knew immediately it was Mihawk. He made it a habit of stomping a little bit so you could hear him coming- after nearly giving you a heart attack a few times when he just randomly appeared behind you. Right on cue the bedroom door opened and he stepped in, Looking to you briefly before removing his hat and coat.

"Welcome home Honey" You smile sweetly at him, getting up tk greet him. He bent down gently for you to place a gentle kiss to his lips which he quite greedily returned which earned a giggle from you.

"I take it you misses me?" You teased, Peppering his lips with more kisses. His eyes locking onto you as he accepted every kiss.

"Very much" He mumbled, watching you as you slipped from his grasp to put his had and coat away. Taking his sword from him as well to place it in its rightful spot next to his side of the bed. He always found it amusing to watch you do this- He had always voiced he was content in placing his things away however you insisted- The sword that was taller then you and sharp you managed to just barely pick up, Sporting a little wobble at its weight as well. However always impressed how you never managed to cut yourself on it either.

"There!" You chirp as you set the sword down and look back at the Warlord as he sat on the ended of the bed. Peeling off his boots and setting them aside before finding you again with his gaze.

"How was everything? Same as usual?" He nodded, never caring to share in the carnage he did on a daily basis. Instead gesturing for you to come forward, obediently you did and he wrapped his arms around your waist and nestled his in the crook of your neck. Humming softly as you take it upon yourself to run your hands through his spiky locks.

"Here I'll get dinner started for you, im sure your hungry" You said ready to walk off but Mihawk doesn't release his hold on your waist. Instead tightening it ever so slightly.

"I have something for you" He mumbled against your neck, Making you raise a brow. Mihawk did like to spoil you, always liking to bring something back. Typically a nice book, or pretty jewelry for you. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a small black paper package wrapped carefully with red thread. He releases you enough to hand you the gift. Smiling as you carefully open the wrapped gift- Unfolding the wrapping paper to see a neatly folded fabric.

You gently hold up the fabric a blush starting to crawl over your cheeks. It was a black shear babydoll lingerie top, Small red bow accents decorating the lace getup, as well as the completely open back and incredible short 'skirt' paired with black lace stockings that had the same accents. You met your husband's eyes and could see him watching your face closely, A hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Can I try it on?" You ask a bit playfully, Still blushing as you hold the clothing item. He nods getting comforble in his seated position. You step back ready to go change behind the changing wall but hear him give what could only be described as a tsk of disapproval.

"No.. Right here" He said calmly, a look that was the closest to amusement he got played on his face. Watching your cheeks grow red at the instructions laid before you. Nodding softly as you slip off the large night shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Standing there in your panties before your husband as you slowly pulled them down, feeling his yellow eyed watch your every move. You slip on the stockings first feeling the fine fabric tickle your flesh as you straighten them out, You couldn't help but feel arousal at this. Especially with how Mihawk's seemed to be eating up your appearance- Finally the top, being pulled over your frame with great care. It was smaller then normal, the fabric too tight over your chest and not even bothering to fully hide your nipples.

You couldn't help but blush- noting that the matching lace panties that would typically be with a set like this was strangely missing.

His eyes racked over your form, Like he was savoring every bit of you before devouring you heart and soul- He reached forward, his long fingers running down your arm till he grasp your hand carefully. Pulling you closer to him and smirking at the sight of your flustered face.

"Give me a turn" He said lowly, his eyes shining with what could only be described as delight. Still holding your hand as he assisted in giving a little twirl, Watching the lace of the black lingerie flare up revealing your thighs and ass.

"Beautiful" He praised, making another wave of warmth wash through you. As if knowing how to make every part of you ache he let his fingers run up and down your form.

"T-Thank you Drac-"

"Sir.. Call me Sir" He cut you off his voice practically a purr, your face probably as red as a tomato at this point. Feeling a wave of warmth flutter over your body as you nodded at his command, Having to press your legs together in fear of falling to your knees and making a fool of yourself.

"Thank you Sir~" You say softly, earning a approving grunt from the Warlord. His hand travels down to your thigh wrapping around the soft flesh as his other hand grabs your hip. Guiding you to his lap, one hand still on your thigh giving a teasing squeeze which squeaked a moan out past your lips.

Mihawk smirked in approval as his lips quickly found yours, his lips having a sense of gentle urgency. As their lips met you could feel that heat blooming even more, settling in your core like fire being lit inside of you. His hands climbing up to cup her ass and giving a hard squeeze, a moan being pulled from you which he greedily swallowed. Pulling away briefly to give hungry kisses down your neck, You body responding and arching in direction of his lips.

"I hope you're ready my Love, I've been thinking of this for weeks~" He growled out as he playfully bit your chest. His eyes glowing in the dimming bedroom as he stared at your face waiting for a reply. You couldnt help but smile, flushed with lust and Purring back.

"Yes Sir~"

#mihawk x reader #hawkeye mihawk #x reader #one piece mihawk #dracule mihawk #one peice #one peice x reader #one peice live action #one piece #one piece live action

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timeoutsoup · 1 year

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Dig You A Grave Part 2

(Again thank you for @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 for the prompt. Also shout out to @spoopyspoony for the hilarious tag)

Klarion had succeeded in his mission of obtaining the tome for The Light, but at a heavy cost to himself.

Teekl had emerged from the Mayor’s Mansion having successfully gotten the book, only to be seen by the junior justice babies. They divided their attacks between him and his beloved familiar. In the end he was able to grab the book as he a Teekl were separated by a blast. Deciding to lead the heroes away and return for his beloved feline, Klarion took to the sky. Once he knew it was safe to return, the witch boy began his search for Teekl.

It had been three days and Klarion had not found her yet. Anger and worry clouded his vision, as he continued his search.

The powerful witch boy was getting sick of the light. All they cared about was their stupid plan. They kept the Lord of Chaos on a short leash, gave him rules to follow, and had him run errands, like some servant. And to top it all off none of them had cared the Teekl was missing. Savage had the audacity to tell him to just find a new one, as if that man had any power over him. He decided to find Teekl and then make his decision about the light.

The Day Before

Danny was excited about fostering the cat he found. She was so sweet, and really well trained. He didn’t even know cats could be trained. His parents had let him foster the cat, when he explained how he had stumbled upon her after the ghost fight. Also mentioning how the feline had orange fur, and it reminded him of Jazz, didn’t hurt either.

Sam and Tucker had joined him when he went to the pet store to pick up items for his new house guest.

“What if she doesn’t like anything?” Danny worried.

“Simple we will donate what we can to shelters and local rescues and come back and get different items.” Sam replied as she grabbed a bag of Churu’s off the wall.

“More importantly, since when do you buy meat products?” Tucker asked, raising a brow at Sam.

“While cats are omnivores, they eat mostly meat. Just because I am a vegan doesn’t mean I’m going to make a poor animal suffer and deny it proper nutrition.” Sam replied, giving Tucker a look.

“Huh, I didn’t know that. Maybe I should pick up a book or two on cats while we are here.” Danny said, pushing the cart down the aisle.

If Sam decided her parents should foot the bill after they had tried to replace her favorite combat boots with pastel pink kitten heels, who were the boys to complain about the Manson’s generous donation for this poor, injured kitty. They got everything, wet food, dry food, bowls for food and water, a water fountain bowl, treats in all shapes and sizes, a wool cat cave bed, a cat tree, toy and more.

Once Teekl (she had a collar with her name on the tag) had been released from the vet, which the Manson’s also paid for, Danny took her straight home, hopeful she liked it. He read the book they got and followed the vet’s advice to start by introducing her in a small safe area. The upstairs bathroom was perfect because only he really used it now that Jazz was off at college. Not everything they bought would fit into the bathroom, so Danny made the decision to put the necessities and a few extras. No matter how funny Tock found it he was not putting the cat tree in there. Carpet in the bathroom is disgusting. Just the simple ceramic food and matching water dish, the new litter box, and the shirt he was wearing when he rescued her, on top of an old pillow that smelled like Danny.

Opening the carrier, Danny watched as Teekl walked out, examining her new surroundings. She gave a courteous sniff to the food, took a few laps of water, and then plopped herself down onto her makeshift bed. Confused but happy that she felt comfortable, Danny continued to watch, making sure she was comfortable.

After a few minutes Danny left her to her own to finish settling in, making sure to close the door. Returning to his room to finish setting all the cat supplies up. Placing a bed between his dresser and the wall so she could hide in comfort. The cat tree between his bed and the window, so she can sun herself, as well as use it like steps to get on his bed. The water fountain off to the side, on a rubber mat, and her food bowl near by but not too close. And a basket, holding a variety of toys slide nicely under his bed.

Checking his watch, the young halfa decided to check on his furry little house guest again. Standing up, and turning around, the ghost boy is shocked. There sitting in his doorway, cleaning their paw without a care in the world, is Teekl.

“Well, I guess you’ve adjusted to being here then.” Danny muttered, leaning down to pick up the orange tabby. Surprised that she not only let him pick her up, but began to purr, he turned around and began to how her his room.

By the end of the day Teekl was sunning herself in the last rays of sunlight as Danny finished up his homework for school tomorrow. It was a nice relaxing moment in his hectic life. He began dissociating and didn’t notice the cat in his lap until she began to headbutt his chin. Blinking back to the present Danny looked down and smiled, gently petting the purring feline. He knows that eventually Teekl’s owner will come for her, and he does want her to be returned, but another part of him wants her to stay with him forever.

Waking up to a warm, purring cat on his chest has to be one of the best feelings in the world. Danny doesn’t want this moment to end really. He feels like a normal teenager for the first time in a long while.

Trying not to dwell on the fact that he isn’t normal, the teen gently gets up to start his day. Teekl decides to lay in the warm spot he just left.

Danny dressed quickly, rushing through his morning routine, making sure he had enough time to take care of Teekl before he rushed off. After checking everything, and topping off her food in water, Danny crouched down beside his bed, eye level with the sweet tabby.

“Alright cutie, I have to go to school now. I topped off your food and water. There are plenty of comfy and warm places to take a nap. Stay out of the fridge. I’m pretty sure the hotdogs have overthrown the ham. Also stay out of the basement. It’s dangerous and my parents wouldn’t know lab safety if it bit them.” Danny stated as he rubbed her head.

He stood up. Two rings of bright light engulfed him, and a moment later a teen in a black and white hazmat suit, white hair that seemed to move with no wind, and a pair of glowing green eyes.

“I’ll be back after school.” Danny said with a wave, turning intangible as he rushed off to school.

In his hurry he didn’t notice the glint in feline’s eye as he rushed off to school. Softly jumping down from the bed, she made her way to the door and down the stairs, only stopping for a bit of food and a drink of water.

Teekl would have usually returned as quickly as possible to Klarion, but this time was different. The being that helped her had smelled of death and power, and she was curious, after all she was a cat.

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Danny had made it to school on time for once, and was able to grab some food before class started.

“Wow you're on time for once.” Tucker snickered.

“Yeah, I woke up early to take care of Teeks, and no ghosts, so I also grabbed breakfast.” Danny bragged.

“Teeks? You already gave her a nickname? Danny, you know she’s not your cat.” Sam stated.

“I know. It’s just a nickname, don't worry.” Danny replied as he turned toward the board as the bell range.

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By lunch Danny was bored and missed Teekl. His idea of sneaking out and checking on her during lunch got thrown out as his ghost sense went off. Lunch Lady was back and had taken over the cafeteria. Ducking for cover behind an overturned table, he peered out to a scene that made his blood run cold.

“No animals in the cafeteria!” Shrieked the ghost, hurling meat at an orange tabby. “Get out now or I’ll turn you into meatloaf.”

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Klarion had been flying around for hours searching for his familiar and he had finally tracked her down to a school. Racing down the hall, dodging fleeing teenagers, he finally reached a set over double doors, flung them open and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The black-haired teen, who had asked him out during his fight with Young Justice was standing on a pile of meat, holding his beloved familiar, and wielding what looked like a thermos that was sucking up a ghost wearing a hair net. A truly chaotic site to behold.

After capping the strange device, the interesting blue-eyed boy turns to the remaining occupants of the room and opened his mouth.

“I have only had Teekl for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I thermos everyone in this room, and then myself.”

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny fenton #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #klarion #chaoticspirit #danny and klarion friendship #klarion dc #klarion danny #klarion the witch boy #part 2 #Dig You A Grave

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noritoshiikamo · 1 year

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wake up [childe x reader]

im writing childe again as an annual sacrifice to lose on his banner for c5 jean or tighnari also miss manipulative yet sweet little husband childe [continuation of this]

tagging @cheolinn @duskamethyst @crashed-wing

cw dubcon, manipulative childe, pregnant reader, wee bit of somnophilia, female receiving oral, not so descriptive penetrative sex, mention of breeding kink, stockholm syndromish, homicidal thoughts (childe)

ajax is ridiculous throughout your pregnancy.

you found yourself dodging him ever so often but would it work with your stubborn husband? never. your cold shoulder meant he just had to work a little hard, aggressive with no subtlety. to him, you must just be a little cranky with his busy schedule. serving tsaritsa is might be a priority but for you, he was willing to make an exception.

he’s suffocating.

hovering over you, berating everything you do as if you haven’t been doing this for the past 57 day to be exact. “stop, i’m just pregnant. leave me alone,” you muttered angrily, eyes didn’t even leave the chopping board holding off to the herbs you were about to chop. ajax knew well than to mess with an angry woman holding a knife.

“my love, you are going in your second trimester, you should be resting. what kind of husband am i if i’m not helping my sweet sweet wife.”

you turned around, annoyance was all your face could convey to his nonsense, “well for once, if you would’ve learn to control yourself, i wouldn’t need to be carrying a baby for 9 months.” his laughter echoed the small cottage as you found yourself trapped between the counter, a hard place and your charming husband. his bare hands, sight you rarely seen brushed gently against your cheeks. your tensed body immediately relaxed as if it was trained to respond as such to his touch. “now, now, that wouldn’t be so husbandly of me if i couldn’t get my wife knocked up, wouldn’t i?” his lips brushed your own so lightly but it was your reaction that made the man marveled in excitement. you were reaching for more.

“oh, did my wife miss me?”

you bit your tongue, “shut up and quit bothering me.”

ajax feigned a small pout, fishing for your sympathy as he rested his forehead against yours. his cold eyes were wide with joy, being nuisance to you was his choice of bantering. he missed this dearly, contemplating more sabbatical leaves to spend more time with you. his thumb brushed against your lower lips as his finger hooked under your chin, forcing your gaze up on him. “i told you,” he clicked his tongue, “i will lessen the bothering after our third child. fifth if you want to completely stop, i will definitely shut my mouth.”

he felt something sharp against his chest. looking down, you slammed the knife flat, palm on the handle against where his heart laid. your hand looked so small compared to the knife,“just cook.”

you waddled away, tossing the apron on the counter. you felt his gaze against your body but it was his words that gave you the shivers.

“i’ll still have it, y/n. after our sweet firstborn is out, i will only give you few months of break, and then i’ll breed the second one right back in ya.”

you knew it well that the threat isn’t empty.

it was adorable that 30 minutes later, he found you completely out in the baby room, resting against the nice sofa by the window with a book on your laps. it seemed that the book is reading you and not the other way around. my poor exhausted wife, he thought fondly. he leaned against the door, arms across the chest as his eyes roamed. how could he resist the idea of pumping you full of his child when you look so adorable and cute?

something twitched in him.

his boots creaked heavy against the floor. winter must be brutal on you after years in the land of freedom. you surely missed the sunny breeze against your skin, his finger brushing lightly against your thigh, hiking your dress higher. a soft oh escaped his lips as his eyes widened in excitement. down on both knees, his lips planted butterfly kisses along the inside watching as you squirmed and sighed. the book long forgotten, laying on the floor as he ventured deeper. you must have been thinking of how none of your complaints were heard by him. ajax just didn’t think that it would be true; you’re not just gonna be walking around with nothing underneath just because the waistband hurts. he felt sorry for doubting you, apologizing in the way he knew best with a kiss in your mound.

“sorry baby, shh just sleep,” he hushed as he yanked you by the legs forward, spreading your legs further. you whined, drowsy in exhaustion.

he was sorry indeed. with arms both underneath your thighs, holding you in place, he burrowed deeper. on his archon’s name, he couldn’t understand how you could taste this delicious on his tongue. ajax could no longer go for the soft gentle licks, he was ravishing you. when he was not running his tongue along your slit, teasing your throbbing holes with his pointed tongue, he kept his lips latched around the puffy clit. with every whines and sighs, he kept his grips on your soft thighs tighter.

his heart swelled and his cock twitched when his name slipped out of your tongue so gently. even in your dream, he was haunting you. except this wasn’t a dream and ajax was really going to town. he would kill for you to wake up, listening to your sweet begging of no and not here.

he has no sense of patience and politeness.

he would keep you gagged with his cock down your throat underneath the table, pounding you in the corner of the dark alley of the busiest holiday night in town and here he is, trying to fuck you in your newborn’s room. he lives for the lusty fearful eyes of yours as he drives deeper in you. releasing your clit with a soft pop, his fingers went busy around the belt. he was leaking through the light pants, managed only to open it halfway before giving it a quick tug. he never asked, you knew better than to protest what was his. he rubbed the hardened cock against your slit, watching frenzied in lust as your face contorted in pleasure.

“oh, y/n,” he called gleefully, planting kisses on your nose, “you better wake up or you’ll miss it.”

his kissed ticked your. your eyes opened lightly, startled by your husband’s face directly on your face. “miss what?” you asked confusedly. your pretty voice laced in exhaustion and sleep.

ajax smiled gleefully and your heart sank. “fuck, ajax!”your eyes shot opened as he pushed his whole length in. not giving you a single warning, not even easing in slowly, the fucked up blissed look in his face as he was fully sheathed in your cunt. you came just by his penetration, much to his content. your legs beside his figure trembled as you fisted his red shirt. “fucking warn me first,” you cried, his hungrily lips reached your own. you tasted yourself, face flushing violently as you realised what had happen. your eyed rolled back at the feeling of his tongue brushing against your own. “hm, what about warning me first if you decide to walk around without a panties? what if someone see it? they’ll take advantage of my sweet pregnant wife,” he mocked, withdrawing his hips back and slamming forward, “my poor helpless wife, can’t have people know that they got the tightest cunt in town, can’t i?” you threw your head back in pleasure, tears pooling in your eyes from pain turned into a pleasure down your cheeks. he occupied your neck, lapping and biting your skin. sucking until marks formed where your heart pounded heavily underneath his tongue. until he was satisfied, until his hands took over around the column to bring your eyes back to his.

“don’t. do. it. again,” he hissed, emphasizing each words with the harsh thrust into your cunt, “not when i’m not around. or i will kill anyone who sets their eyes on you. don’t tell me you got off to the thoughts of me killing someone for you, my wife?”

his hips slowed down and you immediately shook your head, tongue building courage to mutter no. you watched as his face softened immediately, happily kissing you with his hips snapping harsh enough you could feel your second coming. he knew it. with the way you were breathing heavily, acting so obediently with his ridiculous orders and the pussy tightening against his cock, you were about to cum. “a-ajax! i can’t,” you whined, gasping for air he knocked out with every fucks. “s-slow down please.” your feet pressed against his side, struggling to slow his pace.

“sorry baby, i want you to cum on my cock. not even a chance,” he chuckled, lapping on the salty droplet against your cheeks, “come on baby, you’re tightening around my cock, give it in.” your cries echoed the small room, sofa creaked against the wooden floor taking the brunt of his harsh thrusts. your dress was like a thin paper shredded, exposing your bare skin he yearned the most. lapping hungrily on your sensitive, hardened bud. with every gaze of his fangs, you cursed him in your mother tongue. it could only make him more feral. you could feel his pelvic grinding against yours.

ajax is attractive when he’s about to cum.

his daze was feral yet soft, glistening with lust. his soft locks stick to his face and every time it became troublesome, he pushed it back. you couldn’t help the stare to count the speckles of freckles that kissed his face and wondered how many times had his past lover kissed him there. was it you? his face softened when your fingers rested itself against his face. he enjoyed it. his smile grew wider and so did the wrinkles around the corner of his eyes. “someone’s staring,” he teased, almost panting the words out of breath. you didn’t say anything, brushing a line you were certain once was a bleeding scar you nursed to heal.

he ruined your life, dragged you back here and imprisoned you but how can you hate him? deep inside you, you knew you made him mad. you drove him away and now his child grew in your womb and your found it more of a bliss than a punishment. your body tensed, nails dug deep in his shoulder blade. you didn’t make a sound, holding your breath. you came again but it almost feel like an out of body experience.

“y/n, come back to me,” his raspy voice against your ears startled you. you didn’t realise how you end up on his laps, on the floor arms tight around him with his hips were more forgiving this time. ajax breathed a sigh of relief, “there you are. wow, you’re so easy to break there, sweetheart, i thought i lost ya for a sec.” his eyes search your face, flushed and full of bliss. “do you want me to stop?” he asked, brushing your drool away, cleaning your face with concern.

“you didn’t finish,” you mumbled, confusion etched on your face.

“i don’t have too, are you okay?”

you pushed him off, watching as his soft ginger locks splayed on the floor. his brows jolted up in surprise, “y/n,” he warned, holding you up by the waist. a soft curse escaped his lips as he felt the walls tightening against his length. you love it, the way your name escaped his tongue. his moans echoed the room now as your hips moved. his cries and the way his grips tightened against your flesh every time your hips snapped up and down. he was getting sensitive, eager to finish, his hips moving upward to match your pace. his hand, it roamed. holding on to your arm, grabbing a handful of your growing breast but when he finally came, it sat against your growing belly. you gasped, feeling overwhelmed and full as he painted your inside wide, not a single drop wasted.

the room was quieter now. you both sat attached, struggling to catch the breath you knocked out of each other. you watched as his fingers trembled around the buttons. he shed the shirt off before sitting up, carefully wrapping you in his warm shirt. you said nothing, letting him rest your head against his chest. you listened to his rapid heart pounded, his fingers brushing your back with every breath you took you swore his heart skipped a beat. you sat there long before he kissed your forehead and sat you back on the sofa.

“stay here, let me grab you some clean clothes and something to clean you up.”

you yawned, shrugging nonchalantly, “nothing with waistbands, no underwear.”

ajax beamed in excitement, his smirk grew wider as he watched your face flushed warmer, “oh, trust me, you are not wearing anything after that.”

#will edit kater when im back from watching black panther hihi #writing: fics #writing: genshin #tw dubcon #tw somnophilia #genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin tartaglia #genshin tartaglia x reader #tartagalia smut #childe x you #childe x reader #childe x reader smut #childe smut #tartaglia smut #genshin x y/n #childe x y/n #husband!childe series

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yourmommygay · 8 months

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Faking it all.

Summary: high school au where colby is the popular guy and y/n is the shy good girl. Will they fall in love im not sure.

Pairings: colby brock x plus size!chloe sanchez (aka you reading this) , sam golbach x Amanda sid, jake webber x Tara yummy.

THIS IS A SERIES, MDI 18+.

Warnings: explicit language, smut, mutual pinning, bullying, fighting, mentions of abuse, colby being kind of a dick at first, Amber being a bully (I love Amber so much, she would never pick on some1 I know but it's just for the story)

It started off as just another day, walking through the school halls when chloe reached her locker. Trying to balance her books in one arm while opening her locker with the other, she heard heels clicking on the floor which could mean one of two things, either chloes day was about to go south or her best friend was coming.

"Hey nerd" she heard Amanda behind her, rolling her eyes at the nickname chloe finally got her locker open. " hi Amanda, where's Tara?" Chloe asked her friend while shoving her books into her locker, "here she comes with jake, sam and colby" Amanda said. Chloe could see Amanda push up her boobs making the non-existent cleavage appear, making chloe giggle closing her locker turning around to lean on it looking at the group coming towards her and Amanda.

"Hey sam" Amanda said playing with her hair, "hey baby, wanna go get some breakfast?" Sam asked her putting an arm around Amanda's shoulder, she nodded and they walked toward the cafeteria, "hey girly, I missed you over the summer" Tara said pulling me into a hug, "you look so different but you look beautiful." She said pulling back to admire me.

Chloe was wearing minimal makeup, a slipknot band shirt, ripped jeans and combat boots and her glasses. "What do you guys think?" Tara asked the guys turning back to them, "oh yeah, I like your outfit" jake said smiling then pulling me into a hug, "yeah you look nice chlo-" colby started but got cut off "oh hi colby!" Amber said walking over.

She gave colby a hug and then pulled away to give me a dirty look "why are you hanging with this freak? Do you feel bad for her? Aw you've always been so sweet" she said praising colby but also insulting me, "go away Amber, I'm hanging out with chloe cause we are friends" colby said shrugging Amber off his arm coming to stand next to me putting his arm around me.

"But colby we are supposed to be together, your the most popular boy, apart from sam and I'm the most popular girl, apart from Amanda. We should be together like sam and Amanda." Amber said trying to persuade colby. "Everybody in this hall, do you like Amber more or chloe!" Jake shouted, a chant of chloe's name started along with people saying things like "she helps me with homework", "she's a good person, Amber isn't", "she always listens to me and gives me good advice".

Chloe started to smile and tear up hearing that she had a good effect on these peoples lives, "you heard them Amber, if I should be with anyone it's gonna be chloe, it makes sense. Jake and Tara, sam and Amanda, me and chloe. Just makes sense" colby said pulling her closer to him.

Truth be told, she had always had a thing for colby ever since they met when they were 3 and their dad's became work buddies, colby had never been a total dick to her. He would make jokes that made him sound like a dick but he was also a dick to those that hurt chloe.

Chloe wouldn't know it yet but colby had felt the same as chloe that's why he would always joke around with her but also protect her, chloe may not remember a thing colby promised her at the age of 6 but colby did and he was always gonna stick to it,

*Flashback*

Colby and chloe had been playing all day outside in the park, their mother's sitting at a bench with each other laughing at some story they were sharing, as chloe and colby were playing tag chloe bumped into another kid, his name is zach. He was the main bully in the school, taking kids toys and keeping them, hitting teachers and throwing things when he wouldn't get what he wanted.

As zach turned around he looked at chloe as if he was about to hit her, as he went to hit her colby pushed him out of the way and kicked him grabbing chloes hand and rushing over to their mom's.

In the back of his mom's car he turned to chloe "are you OK?" He asked chloe moving over towards her, she nodded and quietly replied "yes, thank you for what you did back there".

Colby chuckled "I promise you I will always protect you and I will love you forever" he said grabbing her hand and kissing it fully locking in the promise.

*end of flashback*

Colby made sure to keep to his promise but now loving chloe in a different way he had when they were younger. All colby new was that this year was the year he made chloe his.

A/n I hope you liked this, this was part one of the series I'm not sure how many parts there will be, I might also put this on my wattpad.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock smut #colby brock x reader #sam and colby #colby brock story #colby brock x plus!size reader #sam golbach #sam golbach imagine #jake webber #jake webber imagine #sam golbach story #jake webber story

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dopenightmaretyphoon · 7 months

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Happy Birthday Hon

Authors Note: This has been a long time in the making, im sorry it's short.

Trigger warnings: one-sided feelings, bad mother?

If there was one thing you hated more than anything, it was your birthday. You had always had bad experiences, whether it be your family putting your twin brother first or yours, exs forgetting you just lost all hope in birthdays so you didn't celebrate it. You always woke up to half assed text from your mother reminding you that you're another year older without being married or having kids.

When you had first started at Abbott, Melissa was determined to learn everything about you. You were happy to answer most questions apart from when your birthday was, so in true Melissa Schemmenti style she stormed into Ava's office and demanded she told the red head when your birthday was. Ava gave Melissa the information not really thinking about anything.

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The day of your birthday came quicker than either you or Melissa would have liked. Melissa had spent most of the night before setting up plans and making sure to get you new supplies for your classroom as well as a few things for yourself.

You woke and chose not to look at your phone, you got dressed and headed to work but unlike normal you are the first teacher to arrive. You never beat Barbara and Melissa, you shrugged not thinking much about it and head to the staff room, walking in you sat in your normal seat on the couch and finished off the grading you started last night.

Melissa woke up in a panic, she had slept passed her alarm which made her late. Not that she could be since her alarm would make sure she would be at work at least half an hour earlier than the other teachers. She sighed and got dressed making sure to pick up your presents and headed out.

Barbara walked into the staff room expecting to see you as she had seen your car in your normal spot. As she walked in, she found you curled up on couch reading a book

"Happy birthday sweetheart"

You nealry broke your neck spinning around to see Barbara stood at the coffer machine

"Uh yeah... thanks I guess"

You chose not to question how Barbara knew and went back to your book. 20 minutes later Melissa walked into the staff room and sat next to you.

"Happy birthday hon"

You had heard Melissa boots on the floor walking towards to the staff room so you had already put down your book and sat better.

"Thanks, what's all this?"

The red head looked at you confused

"Birthday presents, what did you think they were?"

You shrugged, looking a little confused, trying to think about who's birthday could be the same as yours

"I'm not sure, who's birthday have I missed?"

Barbara and Melissa share a confused and worried look, Barbara was the first to speak from the table

"No one's sweetheart, it's only yours today"

You looked between the women even more confused now, millions of questions went through your head. How could they have known? Why have they got your gifts? Is this some sort of prank?

"/n? Y/n?"Melissa saying your name snapped you from any and all thoughts

"Yeah? Sorry what did you say?"

"Are you okay hon? You seem a little out of it"

The read head repeated

"Yeah, I'm okay. How did you know? Why did you get me gifts? Is this some sort of prank? Where are the cameras?"

Once again worry and confusion is written across Melissa’s face

"Ava, we care about you, this definitely isn't a prank and the cameras aren't here yet"

You sat there for a minute taking everything in. Barbara walked over and sat the other side of you.

Barbara unlike Melissa had choice to keep a distance from you as the older women didn't want to confess feelings for you knowing her best friend had a massive crush on you.

"Sweetheart, it's your birthday. Everyone deserves presents and to be celebrated"

Melissa hummed in agreement, both women watched as you processed everything. You turned Melissa to face you and kissed her, it took Mel a minute to release what is happening but the second she does, the red head pulled you closer and deepen the kiss.

Barbara watched happy that her best friend and you were happy despite the aching feeling it gave her that you would never like her.

You spent your birthday happy for the first time ever, Barbara faked a smile the whole day and Melissa happily spoilt you.

#abbott elementary #barbara howard #melissa schemmenti x reader #Melissa schemmenti

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inaramisview · 2 years

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can i get an eddie munson x reader who is just really girly? like pink. all pink, a bunch of stuffed animals all this stuff, but one day when eddie goes in her closet he sees all the band posters and the jackets and ripped jeans and boots she has in her closet. and eddie is just like "why didn't you tell me" and she said she didn't want to be embarrassed

okay so something along with that

📯📯

just for show :: e. munson

summary: hawkins’ sweetheart isn’t what everyone thinks she is

warnings: hyper feminine reader, reader is very popular, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, eddie goes to readers house, y/n use, eddie being a snoop

8:34 AM

she was everyone’s favourite girl. it didn’t matter who you were, but you had to have heard of her atleast once.

she’s very easy to talk to and like, and she’s very easy to trust.

as she walked down those halls, the confidence just seemed to come to her naturally. she did it so effortlessly, even if it was just walking.

yeah, maybe her parents were one of the richest people in town, and half her house is made out of marble, but she’s nice.

stupid as it sounds, it’s hard to find a nice, rich person in hawkins.

she opens her locker, seemingly oblivious to the people staring at her in awe. her eyes meet her own in the mirror as she smiles at the beautiful reflection. her perfectly manicured fingers grab her white science book, along with her tin pencil case.

“hey, babes. you got history next?” she doesn’t have to close her locker to know it’s none other than theo clarke. ew.

no, it wasn’t the voice. it was the godawful smell of his cologne.

“no, theo, i have science.” she slams her locker shut gracefully before leaning on it. theo is so full of himself, so he’ll probably talk till the bell rings.

“well, speaking of science, i think we have a lot of it,” theo smirks. “i think we should go out. you and me.”

the hallway goes silent as they lean into the conversation.

“the only chemistry,” she corrects him, “we have is in this book. besides, i wouldn’t want to sit in the same booth as you for longer than two minutes, because honestly? you overuse that cologne, tee.” she bounces off of her locker. (bye 💀 )

“thanks, though!”

she walks through the see of people as she makes her way towards her chemistry class in the far end. she continues walking as her friends, kylie and chrissy walk with her.

“-and she was so rude about it too! i wanna drag her like the bitch she is. she thinks she’s sooooo cool talking to me like that!” the trio have known eachother since they were younger.

“who’s she talking about?” y/n asks, turning to chrissy. “mrs. grenwood.” the blonde sighs.

“ky, you gotta let the poor woman breathe! she’s failed you once- and that wasn’t even two years ago.” “no- i’m telling you, she has it out for me. also, she is so cheating on mr. grenwood. i saw her walk into the music suite with mr li.”

the image pops up in their heads. “OH- NO, NOT- KYLIE, WHY WOULD YPU SAY-“

“I WAS DISGUSTED TOO, OKAY?”

its a funny sight to see, really. the school’s freaky metalhead leaning over his table to whisper in the ear of hawkin high’s princess.

“y/n.” eddie whispers into her ear. “y/n, i need to be taught how to use the phthalate’s theory again.”

her face scrunches up. what the absolute fuck is phthalates? she turns her head around. “y’mean pythagoras?” he nods with a straight, stern face.

she turns to her friends on her right. they look at her with wide eyes. they want her to say yes.

“yeah, sure. come over at 4, kay?” he nods again, sitting back down.

“miss l/n, would you like to share that with the rest of the class?” mrs thorne patronises.

holy fuck. this bitch doesnt shut up.

“mrs thorne, eddie couldn’t see your writing and asked me to tell him what you wrote.”

that was quick. even she was proud of her lie.

3:57 PM

“youre early.” she states. eddie’s black, heavy combat boots make a weary thud on the hardwood floors. “no, im not.” he says matter-of-factly with the biggest shit eating grin ever.

he pulls up his fast watch. 4:01PM

“its..fast.” she winces. “so am i.” he answers back.

“no, you’re still not on time. you’re a minute late. you got here 10 seconds ago.”

they stand in silence for ten seconds more.

“let’s go upstairs.”

his heavy boots hit the familiar wooden floors as he smirks, holding the rails.

he wasn’t here because he needed tutoring again. he was here because his friend gareth said he saw her wearing a metallica shirt. he wanted to know if it was true.

he follows as she enters the, again, all-so familiar pink bedroom. the bedroom was just so y/n. the walls were flowery and pastel. the four poster bed in the middle of the room, the pink, wooden mirror on her wardrobe door. the framed photo of her, her mom, her little brother and her beloved daddy and the leonardo dicaprio poster.

“aw, what a shame. its messy.” he teases with a sly smirk. (ew)

it wasn’t messy. she just had a ribbon on the floor, that’s it.

“hush, munson. come, sit down.” she says plainly, already annoyed with the black-haired boy man.

“is this doorknob new? i swear it was never crystal before.” the way eddie tapped the doorknob made him seem like he was a child.

“eddie. sit down.”

“no, because it waa never like this before, was it? it was wooden- no. was it metal? copper?”

he wraps his hand around the knob.

“edward, please sit down.” was she pleading? this was fun.

“makes me wonder if it turns differently, too. or did you just change the knob?” he turns it the wrong way. “ooo, feels different, it does, it really does.” he chuckles. hes forgotten why he was here.

“yes, i changed it! let’s do our work now, okay?”

“why? is it messy in here?” he opens the door. wait, no! eddie- go back! what if her lady things are in here! what if she has a dead body?

eddie! what- “holy balls, you’re an emo!” eddie stood there, astonished. she has black converses! AND combat boots! “black jeans, huh? that’s a good choice. oh, and black sabbath? love it.”

she stands up from her bed, pushing eddie away and closing the door. “l-let’s study. you want some juice? a beer? i could get you one of daddy’s beers- or i could get you a snack? y-“

“woah, okay, calm. it’s okay, emo. i wont tell anyone your secret.”

she looks up timidly at him, her back leaning against the wall.

“really?”

“sure. if you let me borrow the sabbath shi-“

“EDDIE.”

masterlist :: inaramisview

#inaramisview #eddie x y/n #eddie munson #eddie x reader #stranger things x y/n #hyper feminine #holy shit #holy fuck #eddie munson x reader #non established relationship #this is shit

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navstuffs · 1 year

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spring time date with ezio x gn!reader headcanons

Warnings: FLUFF, established romance, alcohol usage, two idiots in love, no physical description of reader, undefined time period ezio, date in nature

Author's notes: heeey, spring is finally coming where i live so ofc time for headcanons! i must warn i have a hugeeee weakness for shy!ezio and his hair. im finally working on my last request and hopefully this week i will post it! (i have more 5 or 6 projects planned, ezio isn't resting with me) i hope you enjoy!

requests are open for ezio.

It was Ezio's idea. The weather is finally getting warm and cool, perfect for outdoor dates.

Knowing how much you love nature, Ezio decides to take you on a date. He has a basket in his arms when he picks you up but doesn't let you look into it or carry it.

On the way there, Ezio points you look very beautiful. You note that he also looks very handsome: wearing black pants, a white long-sleeve, and boots. He seems so relaxed.

There is that delicious breeze in the air you missed so much, and the sun isn't burning. Just perfect. Ezio interlocks his fingers with yours, announcing you are not far away.

When you arrive at the garden, you are speechless.

It is an explosion of different colors, like spring should be. Green, red, and yellow vibrating with so much life, it gives you chills. The flowers bloom so beautifully. You are scared to investigate and end up stepping inside a paint.

You turn around to Ezio, your eyes glowing, trying to thank him, and he rubs your cheek, whispering that he knows.

Ezio explains that the garden belongs to his uncle Mario outside Monteriggioni. Since he discovered the area last Spring, Ezio had been giving a "helping" hand here and there because he had wanted to surprise you.

Which meant he had been doing all the garden work SECRETLY for a year!

"You tended this garden alone, Ezio?"

"Well, not exactly alone. I had some help, you see."

Also, not entirely a lie. Ezio had Leonardo, Claudia, and even his Mother's help, but he was the one primarily taking care of, making sure everything was perfect for when spring came.

And the look on your face is the result of that.

You want to melt. Instead, you pull Ezio into a passionate kiss, demonstrating all your emotions, gratitude, and love for him. Ezio moans on your lips, kissing you back, and it takes all your strength to break it apart.

"We will have more time for this later."

You can see Ezio is internally arguing about forgetting to show you the rest of the garden and make out with you. Due to your pleading face, he sighs.

"Fine. We will come back for this later, amore mio."

Ezio guides you to a small creek surrounded by trees, explaining what he has done, like cleaning the area around the creek. Whenever you look, you can see different types of flowers.

The landscape looks straight from an enchanted book; you expect to see gnomes and fairies pop out soon.

Ezio opens a towel on the recently cut grass. You two sit, and he brings some bread, cheese, meat, grapes, and wine out of the basket.

Your boyfriend looks very proud of himself. As he opens the wine bottle, you don't know where to look, if Ezio or the trees. You two have a lovely meal, surrounded by nature sounds.

When you finish, you both get sleepy due to the wine. Ezio groans, wanting to spend the rest of the day buried with his face in your neck and forget about the world. You get up, a little dizzy, despite all his protests.

"My boyfriend prepared all this for me. We better check it, Signore Auditore."

He follows you around, sometimes holding your hand. Sometimes just staring at your astonished face. You looked so captivating, explaining Botanics facts.

Your smile made him happy as if he had a heat in his chest that would spread all over his body. Everything looks so alive because you are happy. You catch Ezio staring at you like the most precious thing he has ever seen.

You grab some small flowers on the way, giving Ezio a playful smirk while walking toward him. He smiles, confused.

"Che, amore?"

You place some flowers on your ear. Then you pull his hair out of the ponytail, letting it roam freely through your fingers. Ezio groans your name softly.

Because the man always has a fascination with you touching his hair. You always loved his hair and wished to see more times free.

"Are you fine with this?"

When Ezio just purrs, you continue passing your hand through his hair and placing some small flowers on it. He doesn't seem to mind.

"I promise I won't let you go home with these."

You finish the afternoon laying in the towel, admiring the sunset while the water comes down the creek. Well, you do. Ezio is sound asleep in your chest, relaxed as you have never seen it before.

You kiss the top of his head, holding him close to your chest. You wish you could stay like this forever.

MASTERLIST | EZIO'S MASTERLIST

#ezio x reader #ezio auditore x reader #ezio x you #ezio auditore x you #ezio auditore da firenze x reader #ezio auditore da firenze x you #EZIO HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD AND ISN'T LETTING ME GO #assassins creed x reader #ezio auditore imagine

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inner-visionz · 6 months

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Magic City (2d x autistic transboy reader)

Morning after part 2

Start from the beginning

"Anyway, not that I don't enjoy your company but don't you have somewhere to be?"

My eyes go wide. "Uhh yeah I should go home". I begin to stand up by y/n stops me.

"Stuart your shoes are untied"

"Fuck uhh"

"..Do you need someone to tie them?"

"How did you know?"

She sits me back down then gets on one knee and starts to tie them. "You told me last night Murdoc would tie them. You forget how to sometimes, which is understandable you got hit with a car".

I'm baffled and don't know what to say besides stuttering, "I-I uh told you th-that much?". Not so charming on my part. I mentally slap myself for saying it. God,Murdoc is right, I am an idiot.

"You told me a lot mate, but dont beat yourself up about it. I still think you're cool", she says tying the last knot and standing up in front of me.

"Thank you", I look down at my shoes she just tied and start to tear up. It made me think of Murdoc and how I miss him. The more I think about it the more tears run down my cheeks. No no, stop it you don't miss him. I feel her pull my head to her stomach and run her fingers through my hair.

"You're okay, please don't cry", she says in a gentle hushed voice. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around her. She continues to run her fingers through my hair to soothe me. "Feel better? or I mean Feel Good? heh, im sorry bad timing".

I can't help but chuckle at her terrible joke as I let go of her. "It's fine luv. Yes I do feel good. I feel good Inc. actually. You know that's the name of the song not just feel good"

"Are you calling me a fake fan?"

I look at her confused. "You can't be a fan, you're a human not something with blades that cools people down. Even so you can't be fake"

She laughs a little. "No, I mean a fan as in a fan of the band".

My face flusters up realizing my stupid mistake. "Oh...yeah, sorry"

She laughs. "Its okay, its kinda cute. In a weird sort of way, I mean the circumstances was awful and im sure its not fun for you..eh I'll stop talking".

"Im glad you like to ramble too," I smile up at her as reassurance.

She nods. "Umm I'll see you later then?".

"Oh right", I stand up from my chair then wave her goodbye before heading out the door.

Two weeks later

9:00 pm finally rolls around. I have on a plain grey t-shirt with faded jeans and black boots. If (y/n) can see me while I'm ugly crying and drunk then this should be fine. I grab my phone before walking to the front room.

Noodle is sitting on the couch and looks up from her book. "Going back Toochi?"

I stop at the door to look at her. "Uh, yeah I am".

"You've been going back every night and Ace said you met someone. When are we going to meet her?" she teases with a smile.

"Oh uhhh I don't know see ya later Noodle!" I say before rushing out the door. It's not like we're dating or anything. I don't even like her I mean yeah she's really nice, comforting, a good listener, really pretty, beautiful, soft....

Okay maybe I like her a little bit.

I brush the thought off as I walk into Magic City. I'm greeted with bopping music with pink and red lights blinding me.

I walk up to the manager and ask for (y/n).

" Yes, follow me she'll be with you in just a moment," she tells me as she leads me to a booth. As we're walking I spot (y/n) with a client. It is painfully obvious that she's flirting. I know it's her job so I'm not bent out of shape about it. Still it stings.

"Here you go, just sit tight" she said before leaving me alone in the red velvet booth.

I sit down and wait for (y/n).

About 10 minutes later she comes in and upon seeing my face she brightens up. She sits on my lap like she did before.

"You will not believe the night I've had". She starts. "People kept touching me even though you're not supposed to. It wasn't anything too bad but it gets annoying not to mention people asking about dates and ugghhh," she groans.

"Sounds like you've had a rough day luv," I reply.

"Tell me about it, so how was your day?"

"Eh we 'ave our tour dates scheduled we're going around the world"

"Ohh sounds fun, oh I guess you'll be gone a while huh?" she said her voice kinda sad at the last part.

"Well we won't be leaving for a while and I have a question"

"oh? What's that?'

"Well just to add to your ever growing list of men that have asked you out, I'd like to add my name to the list and ask if you wanted to go on a date with me?"

#gorillaz #2d gorillaz #2d x autistic transboy reader #2d x reader #2d gorillaz fanfiction #2d fanfic #gorillaz fanfiction #autistic reader #transboy reader #x reader #gorilla x reader

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orchidyoonkook · 4 months

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hey yoonieee !! how are you today ? hope you have/had an amazing day just like you 🫶🫶 make sure you grab something yummy and warm to eat (it's so cold wtf 😭), hydrate and take good care of yourself 💕💕

long time no talk (i swear i half forgot this app even exists and half been working on a book 😭) had a great day today. i somehow managed to sleep till like 1pm, stay in bed for another 3 hours i think and then cleaned my living room floor just to get it dirty again like 10 mins later 😭 then i just chilled around before baking FOR 3 FUCKING HOURS (had to do 34 cupcakes for our christmas fair tomorrow at school (also i may or may not just simply skipped school today...)) but i'm happy that christmas break is finally here cuz i've had a crazy af week. i missed a test last week and i've been shaking in my boots cuz i wasn't sure if i had to take it this week (and believe me when i say i'm absolutely shit at this class 😭). but this week has been amazing. i had a simulation of an exam on tuesday and it was so funny cuz the whole class was really really nervous before (even tho they don't write the marks) and after it like half of the class started dancing 😭

btw sorry for the long paragraph 😭 i wanted to text you i think two days ago but as i was writing the message i accidentally opened a notification so the text got deleted and i was so tired (pretty sure it was like 5 am) so i said fuck it and that i will text you the next day. i've seen you haven't been feeling the best so i really hope you're feeling better and that you're doing good 💕💕 also again no pressure in responding just make sure you take care of yourself 🫶🫶

-✨

Hi Baby Star!

i suck cuz this is from dec 21 but i didnt have a computer for 2 weeks and then work and this is me getting on a personal computer for the first time since Dec 19th to finally answer this!!

SO:

long time no talk (i swear i half forgot this app even exists and half been working on a book 😭)

That's okay!! I was barely online in general those few weeks so I feel ya

had a great day today. i somehow managed to sleep till like 1pm, stay in bed for another 3 hours i think and then cleaned my living room floor just to get it dirty again like 10 mins later 😭 then i just chilled around before baking FOR 3 FUCKING HOURS (had to do 34 cupcakes for our christmas fair tomorrow at school (also i may or may not just simply skipped school today...))

omg im so happy you'd had a good day!! with so much sleep and rest time???!!! that sounds PERFECT <<<3333 And then you even got some cleaning AND baking done??? Star you're kicking so much butt im so proud!!!

(34 cupcakes is insane but i just KNOW your house smelled amazing!!! and one skipped day is fine that late into the semester as long as it didn't interfere with exams imo)

but i'm happy that christmas break is finally here cuz i've had a crazy af week. i missed a test last week and i've been shaking in my boots cuz i wasn't sure if i had to take it this week (and believe me when i say i'm absolutely shit at this class 😭).

Me too!! I was so looking forward to the break! I hope yours was super good! Please let me know how you did on your exam!! I bet you knocked it out of the park! But even if you didnt, it wont make or break anything.

but this week has been amazing. i had a simulation of an exam on tuesday and it was so funny cuz the whole class was really really nervous before (even tho they don't write the marks) and after it like half of the class started dancing 😭

YAYAYAY!!! literally so happy so extremely happy your week was so good. That makes my heart so full because you deserve your weeks to be good!

Duuuuuuuude!!! dance party after exams???? Helllllllllls yes. that sounds amazing!

that is perfectly alright! I adore hearing from you whenever you are able to manage, and I promise to try and get better at answering your asks a little faster now that I have the computer back!

i've seen you haven't been feeling the best so i really hope you're feeling better and that you're doing good 💕💕 also again no pressure in responding just make sure you take care of yourself 🫶🫶

I'm better!! Still a little stressed cuz things keep adding up, but I'm also slowly crossing things off the list! And I absolutely will respond! Just maybe not in the timeliest manner sometimes 😅

I'll take care of myself <3

#love yoon #asks #✨ Anon #ms.mailbox📬#House of Yoon

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peternelthorpe · 1 year

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Good Poetry

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Good Poetry

Going to Heaven! by Emily Dickinson

Going to Heaven! I dont know when – – Pray do not ask me how! Indeed Im too astonished To think of answering you! Going to Heaven! How dim it sounds! And yet it will be done As sure as flocks go home at night Unto the Shepherds arm!

Perhaps youre going too! Who knows? If you should get there first Save just a little space for me Close to the two I lost – – The smallest “Robe” will fit me And just a bit of “Crown” – – For you know we do not mind our dress When we are going home – –

Im glad I dont believe it For it would stop my breath – – And Id like to look a little more At such a curious Earth! Im glad they did believe it Whom I have never found Since the might Autumn afternoon I left them in the ground.

Loves Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle – Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me?

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through And winter, and it seemed as if they grew In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers. So, in the like name of that love of ours, Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too, And which on warm and cold days I withdrew From my hearts ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue, And wait thy weeding; yet heres eglantine, Here s ivy!-take them, as I used to do Thy fowers, and keep them where they shall not pine. Instruct thine eyes to keep their colors true, And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine.

Young and Old by Charles Kingsley

When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green, And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away, Young blood must hanve its course, lad, And every dog his day When all the world is old, lad, And the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down, Creep home, and take your place here, The speen and maimed among: God grant you find one face there, You loved when all was young

Famous poems are in places all over the world. They can be found in books, on the internet and in many different other places.

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nervwrack · 2 years

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mirages and martyrdom

find me at the bottom of a pit find my body pristine the facing walls are jagged and sharp but i lay on a flat of land untouched unharmed

it is this way until you find your way down and the details start to come in my clothes gain tatters i have lost one of my boots you are nearing now

you come upon my body but things are different this isn’t what you thought you saw you’re not even sure if this is me you’re looking at anymore my skin is rubbery and lackluster my eyes are missing and my hand rests gripped under my torso

i think i've gotten my wish i think im part of something bigger than me you can't join me this was for me you wouldn’t know you don't even know what you're looking at how could you possibly know?

take my gift reach under my hollow mass and grab the book from my clasp with this in your hands it might help you comprehend i hardly knew my purpose until it was in front of me until i came upon this discontinuity in the ground and i thrust myself within it

with these words in your mind it doesn't matter who i was they will outlive me with this manuscript in your psyche

i am alive

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ares-would-be-proud · 3 years

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Izzy said: Fairy! Im so excited for your dark content!! Since i saw it on your other blog, may i request for yandere bertholdt 👀 i feel the would make the most unsuspecting but worst (or best?) Yandere next to armin because he's so gentle and unassuming and shy, no one would ever think he has other intentions

Yandere Bertolt pt.I

{ Bertolt x reader | tw:yandere, tw:toxic-behaviour, tw:near-death experince, tw:murder mystery? Eh kinda, tw:manipulation tw:Emotional-rollercoster | Dark romance, fluff, slowburn, lowkey funny ngl | Canonverse }

{ "Roses" 1878 by George Cochran Lambdin 1830–1896 }

Securing the last belt around your thighs before attaching it to the one near your knees, you made sure to tighten it as much as you can before sliding it in the metal head.

Having the equipment room all to yourself, you took your time in double-checking everything was in place. Making sure your gas tanks were filled, carrying spare steel blades and tightening your boot strings.

The manoeuvring gear's parts made a clinking sound against each other with every step you took. Making your way to the nearby woods acting as the training ground, the sun shining made you shield your eyes with your hands, taking some seconds to adjust to the brightness.

The road was clear, with almost no birds or squirrels in sight.

It was one of those days when the wind seemed so fast as it swept by you, so much in fact that you could visibly see the few clouds swimming by as if they're racing each other. A perfect day to spend near a lake maybe, or in a field of flowers, but you had to spend it training in the woods with the other soldiers till your fingers ached from pressing against the handgrips.

You wanted to get it over with, feeling nauseous. Probably because you managed to oversleep and miss breakfast.

It started as normally as any other training session went, pushing through till your autopilot took over. While fun at first, there's so much manoeuvring between tree branches to slash at 2d wooden cutout of titans you could do before it started getting repetitive.

And so you let your body take over and move on its own, taking you further and further towards the edge of the forest till you couldn't hear the sound of anyone else's manoeuvring gear except your own.

The high wind rustling the trees making the leaves fall distorted your visions as they fell on you, and the flashing sunlight that swept through the small openings between the leaves only made things worse.

Blinding you for split seconds, too bright in fact, that you had to close your eyes shut as it burned after the light fell directly against it.

It's only after a couple of seconds late, that the sound of something snapping registered in your brain.

You were slowly turning in the air, strong wind resistance coming from below as gravity pulled you down.

Things were moving too quickly to process, dread shot through your entire body in shivers, you could feel your heartbeat in the back of your throat as you came closer and closer to the ground.

No matter how many times your clammy hands attempted to work the pistol-shot, no hooks attached to the nearby trees despite the gears working as you heard its zipping noise.

The realisation of the situation you're in finally settled, you couldn't do a single thing, but watch the trees grow larger and larger by the second as you fell to your doom.

You've survived many expeditions and missions, you've escaped Titans teeth that were mere inches from biting your head off, and this is what will put you seven feet below? A mere fall?

...no, it wasn't just a fall, it was arrogance for taking it for granted. After all, overconfidence was a slow and insidious killer, sneaking on the second you let your guard down.

But was it?

A flash of today's morning comes before your eyes, your brain recalling the unusual spot your manoeuvring gear was placed, you were too sleepy to notice it at the time but now it's the only thing on your mind, did someone-

Before you could hit the ground, the familiar sound of pressured gas fizzling out followed by the clinking of metal swishing by.

One second you were almost slamming into the hard ground, the next you were caught by someone mid-flight.

Bertolt tightly pressed you against his chest with one arm, securing you in place while his other used his gear to reach the nearest tree branch.

Your hands wrapped around him, securing yourself even more. He didn't flinch when your nails accidentally scratched his neck from how hard you were holding him.

Despite how close you were to his chest, your own hammering heartbeat was the only sound you could hear for it was stuck in your throat as the adrenaline pumped through your veins.

You hesitantly let go the second your feet touched the ground, although still shaking you managed to find your balance again, yet, Bertolt's hand didn't leave your back.

You looked below at the wires dangling from your gear, their end visibly thinner than the rest of it. It still didn't register how a wire made out of iron could snap so easily…

Your thoughts were interrupted by the hand reluctantly turning your face back up, Bertolt's nervous eyes meeting yours.

"Don't look down too much, you'll get dizzy" he said, concern clear in his voice before stepping closer to you, his large body tucking you between him and the tree behind, as if you might slip away "are you okay? Did you get injured?"

A bit taken back by his dotting, you shook your head before thanking him for not letting you fall.

"Don't mention it please...it's nothing, really." That seemed to make the corner of his lips rise a bite, slight flushing to his ears. "Maybe you should get some rest, you didn't seem well back there."

Was he watching?

The thought disappeared from your mind as quickly as it came, the guy saved you from a head injury after all, the least you could do is give him the benefit of the doubt.

Not to mention, it was Bertolt. Has it been any other guy, Reiner or Jean for example, then your attitude towards this whole thing would've been completely different. Putting as much space as you can between the two of you after brushing off their hands.

Has it been any other guy...but it wasn't now, was it?

No. It was Bertolt, soft-spoken and easily flustered Bertolt, who got nervous in most situations and didn't reply to teasing.

Bertolt, who didn't say a thing when Eren stole his seat next to Reiner, instead settled to sit next elsewhere.

Bertolt, who always remained humble and downplayed his skills despite ranking in the top five and becoming a really valuable soldier.

Bertolt, who you've only ever said hi to before once before he seemed to panic and just awkwardly wave back instead.

Maybe that's why you didn't mind him being so close, he wasn't a threat and most everyone knew that. If you asked people to rank the top three men they'd feel safe in a room with, Bertolt would almost make it to everyone's top two.

And so when he offered to walk you back to your room, it didn't raise any red flags despite it meaning you'd be alone with him in the dorms while everyone was training.

The short walk went fairly nice actually, he kept a respectful space between you while making sure to walk at a slower pace so his height wouldn't force you to jog.

From the sweat collecting at his forehead and his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt he seemed to struggle to find a good conversation starter.

You could read him like an open book, it was quite endearing the way he commented over how nice the weather is, four times in a row while stumbling over his words. But you weren't that cruel and so you decided to grant him mercy, starting a topic yourself.

Talking about your interest, hobbies and things you'd do whenever those rare moments of peace and normalcy would arrive.

He shared his too, apparently, he's into journaling, finding it much easier to write his thoughts on paper than out loud.

One conversation pulled another, as he seemed to grow more comfortable the more you talked.

Although, he wouldn't meet your eyes for more than 5 seconds before turning his gaze away, yet you could feel them staring at you the second you turn your head.

Somewhere between your conversation, the subject switched to talking about life. Bertolt asked you if this is the kind of life you've wanted, words unusually firm that it made you pause.

The question was out of place, a huge switch from your previous fun topics.

Nonetheless, you answered, "I don't think anyone would willingly choose this life. It's more of...doing the most out of the cards you've been dealt, this just happened to be mine."

The sound of his footsteps stopped, you looked at his face, he didn't look away.

"Would you rather have a more normal life?"

The way he stood, his back to the sun with you in his shadow, an unreadable expression on his face, really brought out his height and large build that you've almost forgotten.

you unconsciously took a step back, he took a step forward.

"If by normal you mean a non-starving one where I'm not at the risk of being eaten daily, then yeah." You answered, time felt like it slowed down. The seconds stretched for too long as you watched his reaction.

He...smiled, a sincere smile, the kind that makes your eyes shine. Soft expression seemingly relieved as he continued walking, a slight bounce to his steps.

"I'd love that too, to have a normal life one day."

And then he proceeded to tell you about his dream, the normal life of peacefulness he seeks. Sharing as many details as time would allow, from the kind of person he wants to grow up to be, to the colour he wants to paint the house backyard's fence.

It was lavender.

When he mentioned wanting a dog, you couldn't decide what was funnier, the mental image of Bertolt with an equally almost as big kind of dog, or a small tiny breed that would fit in his hands. Taking him for walks and playing catch as the dog tackles him to the ground.

Some chuckles escaped your lips, and while Bertolt didn't know what you were smiling about, nonetheless he joined too.

Your time together was cut short when the dorms came into view. Feeling both relief for finally being able to rest and disappointment for having to end your conversation so soon, especially since you think this is the first actual talk you had with him besides saying hi before.

Bertolt, looking out for you, made sure to hold the door to your room open for you. Some part of your brain wondered how exactly he managed to guess which room was yours, the other simply couldn't wait to get into bed.

You sat on the bed, Bertolt invited himself in and closed the door behind him.

He took his time looking around your shared room with his eyes, staring at the titles of the books splayed on the table, taking in the smell of scented incense your roommate bought every month, the doodles, drawings and notes hanging by mere tape against the wall.

Finally, eyes landing on the top bunk bed, currently empty with your roommate having left too early in the morning for the preparations of their next expedition.

Well...after all you were too used to waking up by the sound of them opening and closing all the drawers in search of their glasses that they manage to lose each day, yet yesterday they made sure to sleep next to it.

Huh, maybe that's why you overslept.

Yet, Bertolt's eyes didn't move as he stared seconds too long, shoulders growing stiff and palms tightening against his side.

"They left for an expedition, a titan capturing one... I think." You explained, "it's supposed to last three days, but since it's led by Captain Hange...I wouldn't be too surprised if they still haven't left yet."

"Must be nice, having the room for yourself."

You agreed before adding "well, it still gets too lonely sometimes."

Bertolt looked like he wanted to say something, lips parting for a second before he pressed them close into a thin line.

An awkward silence filled the room, as you looked at Bertolt who seemed to revert back to his old nervousness.

"I think I should go, Reiner must be looking for me."

You thanked him again for his help, he avoided your eyes before mumbling a reply, saying it's really nothing.

Did you do something wrong? You couldn't help but think that, after all things were going so well just now. Why would he get on edge again?

As a final attempt to redeem yourself from whatever unknown act you must've committed for Bertolt to act this uncomfortable, you called out to him one last time.

"Hey, Bertolt. I know we technically just met but, just know you can drop by anytime okay? You seem like a nice person and we can be friends."

Oh god did you really say, we can be friends, what is this kindergarten again? Welp you fucked up, looks like it's another failure to add to the calendar, man and you've been keeping such a clean track of days without accidents.

You know what? No, forget it, you tried your best and you had good intentions so why should you ever feel guilty for-

"You really mean that?" Bertolt, whom

You've become aware was still in the room, said.

Not sure how to reply to this, you just gave a nod instead.

"I'd love that." He spoke with a soft tone. And despite his growing desire to move closer to you, he opened the door instead, sparing you one last sweet smile before he left.

And for a good minute there, his smiling face was all that occupied your mind, a fluttering feeling that came and went too quickly for you to acknowledge.

True to your predictions, the mission was apparently delayed till midnight for...undisclosed reasons. Although gossip spread faster than wildfire, and by dinner time everyone was talking about the argument Captain Hange and Captain Levi got into, the story got modified and exaggerated each time it was passed around.

"Listen, I was there and I saw it! Well...not with my own eyes but it doesn't matter." Your roommate said, too eager to spill you everything that they almost forgot to eat their food. "It was big, like Captain Miche having to restrain Levi kind of big!"

You gave them a silent look, raising an eyebrow.

"...okay jeez it didn't get this far but it felt like it did, like it almost happened." They poked their food with the fork, before deciding to try some.

Their pouting face almost made you want to tease them even more, just to see what corner you can back them into before they confess to making up half the story they've been telling you.

But a wrenching gut feeling suddenly shot through your body, coming almost out of nowhere, the kind you'd usually feel whenever a titan was targeting you.

Confusion was naturally your first response, there couldn't be any titans nearby. You swallowed down, no don't be silly, it doesn't even make sense.

Maybe...maybe it was one of those cases you studied in class? About people getting PTSD flashbacks at random times, or from small triggers?

The air seemed too cold and too hot at the same time, you forced your eyes to move around the room in an attempt to remind yourself everything is fine, that you're here.

Seeing your friends, fellow soldiers and veterans just sitting around, enjoying their food while joking with their friends, helped ground you to reality again.

Yeah...see? Nothing's wrong, everyone's having a good time so-

Your gaze met Bertolt's, dark eyes staring back but not at you. No, instead they were focused on your roommate. The knot in your stomach twisted.

Beside him, Reiner was murmuring something under his breath as he leaned closer to Bertolt, his stare following the other's gaze.

Reiner seemed unusual, drops of sweat collecting at his forehead while Bertolt was the opposite, the calmest you've ever seen him actually.

Reiner gave Bertolt one final look, lips moving too fast for you to attempt to even read. Bertolt nodded.

And then it was like nothing happened, both of them going back to their usual selves. Reiner's attention was stolen by Eren asking about his food, while Bertolt looked at Jean who sat next to him without asking before commenting on Eren.

"Hey, are you okay? You look…" your roommate said, concern in their voice before their hand found your forehead. "I heard what happened this morning, with the manoeuvring gear, I didn't want to bring it up but…"

You didn't have to be told twice, and so you reassured them it's okay, you'll get some rest, not like you'd complain about having an excuse to get a day off.

That seemed to make them satisfied, well...that and making you swear on the scouts' honour to take care of yourself while they're away.

After dinner, as you were headed to your room while your roommate had to get to the stable before heading out with their group, you passed by Reiner.

It wouldn't have been unusual, wasn't it for the fact he was fully in his uniform with gear ready that you had to do a double-take.

You swore you just saw him in casual clothes at dinner...was he also going on that mission? Huh, weird you can't remember seeing his name on the list.

The week passed by slower than you would've liked, with both of the survey corps Captains gone, most of the soldiers...really had nothing to do but waste time.

It was almost funny, wasn't it for the fact you were bored out of your mind.

Captain Miche rarely gave orders, the only time you'd see him is during training season when everyone had to do a round with him. While commander Erwin didn't really entrust soldiers who weren't close to him with his paperwork or even chores.

At least Sasha and Connie were making the most of it, whatever they were doing seemed fun…

Bertolt never took you up on your offer either, despite him seemingly having a positive reaction to wanting to be friends he didn't show up at all.

Yet you'd still see him hovering by, either being assigned the same chore together or simply happening to be in the same room at the same time. And despite how much you've thought about going up to him to start a conversation, you knew how to read between the lines. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable that's all.

He'll come when he's ready, is what you told yourself.

And well, you were right, eventually, he did.

Not only did he initiate talking, he even attempted to ask if you'd like to accompany him to the nearby town maybe.

With the way his hands were clasped behind his back and slight flushing to his cheeks as he summoned all his courage to ask you that, how could you say no?

It was almost like seeing an entirely different person.

Bertolt, in his casual clothes, as he strolled by you through the food stands, seemed a much more...healthier version of himself?

He looked at peace, the smile never leaving his lips. He even made jokes and shared his opinions without being asked.

Whenever you went to check something that stole your attention, he would quickly follow by to erase any form of distance. Whenever your eyes fell on a piece of accessories for too long, he'd suggest you try it on, putting it on you himself.

And yet, whenever his hand would brush yours by accident while walking, he'd almost stumble into the ground and quickly pull it back. Or the time you attempted to adjust the collar of his shirt and you swore his knees almost gave out when you stepped closer, reaching his neck.

Both of you tried different kinds of food, he even offered you his own if you seemed to enjoy a certain food. Saying he'd rather you have it.

Both of you being broke soldiers ment there are only so many things you can do in the town before quickly burning through your savings.

It wasn't long before he suggested going back, you agreed to take the long walk back to enjoy nature a bit more.

You've wondered how come Bertolt only seems the most comfortable when talking to you on walks, but the story he was telling you was too interesting for you to think about it now.

You listened to him talk, it felt like you could listen to him for hours on end before getting bored. For someone who rarely spoke, he surely did have a way with words when he actually did.

It was nice, comfortable and gave you a false sense of normalcy as if the world was okay for a short while.

One final thought you had just before the both of you parted to go to your separate rooms, was that if Bertolt was going to write about this day in his journal.

For each day of the remaining week, you and Bertolt managed to hang out more and more.

You went to the lake, a frog landed on him that you had to remove because he was too nervous he might crush it.

He took you to a nearby spot in the town, it seemed normal at first but he just told you to wait. Apparently, each after some dogs would frequent this spot and Bertolt has already made friends with most of them.

And on the last day, both of you actually just spent it...in his room. He had a really comfortable bed and feather pillows that you almost didn't want to leave. And despite sharing a bed he still would keep space between you, no matter the uncomfortable positions he had to sit in.

By the end of the week, the expedition group arrived during sundown.

Their heads lifted high, pride clearly across their faces as they rode their horses. Captain Hange especially seemed much more excited than usual, barely managing to stay still on their horse.

The mission was a success apparently, they've managed to capture two titans with zero mortality rate and minor injuries.

...well almost a zero rate.

You were called into Erwin's office in the middle of the night, when Moblit knocked on your door asking you to quietly follow him.

The night air was cold against your thin clothes, silence filling the usually busy hallways, now errly empty.

Knocking before he told you to enter, he seemed busy with some paperwork, instead offering you a seat and asking to wait shortly.

The curtains behind him were closed shut, the candle sitting on his desk seemed on the verge of burning out, melted wax collecting on the plate under it.

It wasn't till after some seconds that you realised you weren't alone in the room, Captain Levi was leaning against the wall on the other side, arms crossed.

The scratching of the pen against the papers would occasionally get replaced with the sound of dipping the metal head inside the liquid ink container, carefully wiping it against the opening to remove any overflowing liquid.

Your fingers fiddled with the red cushion on the armchair, leg slightly bouncing before you force it to stop each time.

Waiting...and waiting.

The back of your throat felt scratchy, only becoming aware of how dry your mouth was then. Attempting to swallow down as a form of relief didn't help much.

"Here, drink it." A glass of water was offered to you by Levi, handing it to you before going back against the wall.

Saying a small thank you before finishing the glass, you felt slightly better afterwards. Although the growing tension in the air didn't help ease your mind.

"Cadet." Erwin clasped his hands, "I apologise for calling you here this late, although considering the circumstances I'm sure you'd understand."

Opening one of the desk drawers, Erwin pulled out something wrapped in a napkin, the white cotton having a growing reddish stain in its middle.

"I offer my condolences."

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