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radioscribbles · 2 days

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Alastor x Reader - Chest Fluff

Details: Established relationship, honeymoon phase, light teasing. You discover Alastor's chest fluff! Warnings: None, this is pure fluff - literally. No pronouns used. No use of Y/N. Not beta read as usual. Author's note: I’m fully convinced Alastor has chest fluff. I don’t have any proof except I think it’s CUTE. Word Count: 992

You’ve always loved cuddling Alastor. It’s the closest form of intimacy you had gotten so far in your budding relationship. And he was so, so comfortable.

Looking at him, you’d think he was all sharp edges and pointy teeth, but lying on his chest, as you were right now, you could swear this man was secretly a pillow.

Both of you were lying on a chaise longue in his room, soft jazz playing in the background. While he was busy reading over some papers, he’d allowed you to indulge in some cuddles, so long as you didn’t disturb him.

But you just couldn’t help yourself. You nuzzled your face into his shirt, his overcoat discarded on an armchair, and sighed.

“You’re so soft, Al.”

He peeked at you from behind his papers, a lazy grin on his face, and raised a brow at you in question.

“I’m serious, it’s like you’re a plushie. Or maybe you’re actually an alpaca demon instead of a deer. It’s as if you’re all fluffy or something.”

Alastor let out an amused laugh.

“Ha! Maybe it’s because I am.”

You raised your head to look at him. Now it’s your turn to cock an eyebrow at him.

“What? An alpaca demon?” Another laugh escaped him.

“Goodness, no! That’s a stupid notion, my dear.” He let his papers fall to the floor and gave you an amused smirk.

“It’s winter, darling. Not only do I have to deal with shedding my antlers, I also happen to grow a bit of a thicker coat of fur.”

His brows furrowed a bit in annoyance as he told you of his situation. He was obviously displeased by it, but by god, if you weren’t intrigued. You made a mental note to squeal about how openly he talked about it with you later. But for now, you needed answers.

Your gaze shifted down to his chest, now noticing that it did seem a bit fuller than it used to.

“Can I see it?” - “I beg your pardon?”

Your eyes widened at your impulsive request, as did his. Only now did you realize that that would include him dropping a layer. You’ve never seen one another in a state of undress, except perhaps in your night clothes. And even then you had both always been fully dressed.

But you made your bed, now you had to lie in it.

“U-uhm, I mean…I kinda…wanna see it..?” You stammered. You could feel your face heating up under his gaze, while his grin only grew wider. You were sure he was enjoying how flustered you were getting.

“Well, since you asked so nicely! Only because it’s you.” A dark glint flashed in his eyes as he said it. He then nodded to his shirt, challenging you to undo the buttons. “Go on, darling. Don’t be shy now.”

You sat up in his lap, head reeling and ears buzzing as if all your blood had risen to your face. You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Your shaking fingers undid his bowtie first, neatly folding it and placing it on the back of the chaise. Then you reached for the first set up buttons, so close to his neck. You could swear you heard a soft chuckle as you undid them.

Your eyes flit up at him for a second, before quickly snapping back down as you caught him watching you intensely with narrowed eyes and his wicked grin.

“Stop looking at me while I do this…”

“No~.” Alastor teased.

If you could bush any further, you would.

You decided it was enough after three more sets of buttons. Now no longer focused on the task at hand, you spotted what looked like fur peeking from the gap in the shirt.

Without thinking, you spread his shirt open, even startling Alastor with your bold move. Eyes wide, you gazed at what you could only describe as soft looking brown fluff right in the middle of his chest.

If you had looked up, you’d see Alastor’s smile twitching. Now he was the one being stared at so thoroughly, and it unnerved him. He suddenly felt…exposed? Insecure, maybe? No, not him, never!

He stiffened up as he felt your fingers slowly moving through the tufts of fur, essentially stroking his bare chest.

The fur was dense and soft. Certainly made to keep him warm during the cold seasons - and possibly to serve as a pillow for yourself.

You thought it was so cute. It didn’t go at all with his reputation as the big bad Radio Demon, so it’s no wonder he keeps it a secret. A secret only you knew now.

“Wow, it’s really soft, Al! No wonder you’re so comfy all the time.” When you looked back up at him, you could see the faintest of blushes along his cheeks. You were sure your own blush was still there as well, but you felt reassured knowing that he was also affected by your intimate position.

You batted your eyelashes at him in an attempt to butter him up some more. He probably knew what you wanted to do next anyway.

“Can I..?”

He let out a theatrical sigh, but opened his arms to welcome you in.

“Fine. Since you’re being oh so sweet, my dear.”

You hummed in satisfaction and slowly laid your head down into his chest fluff. It smelled so much like him. You could hear his heart beating much faster than it had before and you grinned to yourself.

You let out another hum as you felt his arms come to rest on your back, his chest rumbling as he spoke.

“I hope you understand that this is to stay between us, darling?”

“Mhm~.” You agreed as you closed your eyes. There’s no way you would ever share this knowledge with anybody. This was just one of the many little secrets Alastor carried with himself. And this one was only for you to know.

#alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #my writing #I'm obsessed with his chest fluff help

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luceafarul-de-dimineata · 2 days

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Mc that wants a secret relationship

This is from an ask/request from @notemejellyfish (tagging so they'll see it sooner). I went in another direction than their headcanons on the same topic, but that's not to say that theirs aren't good. They're a great writer, check them out.

Satan

He understands it

Kicks everyone that tryes to make your relationship public

He would still like if he could brag to Mammon about his relationship with you. Just Mammon, he swears.

Would take away the phone of anyone that ships you with anyone

He preferes smaller scale dates anyways, so just cuddling with you while you both talk about random subjects works just fine for him

He cares deeply about you so he'll always keep your prefrences in mind

Mammon

Why though?

That's his only thought

Don't get him wrong, your his master, he'll do anything you tell him to without complaints

But he wants to know if something is bothering you about being seen with him in public

He can't have his master feeling self-concious, now can he

After you explain that it's due to all the shipping he can't help but laugh

Really? That's easy to fix

Tartaros is the main internet provider in Hell, so he'll ask you if you want all the shipping forums to get removed

He'll try to keep the relationship a secret no matter your answer to the previous question

He's never been in one before and he always wants to try out something new. The feeling of adrenaline at potentially getting caught makes him shudder and he's grateful you gave it to him

Leviathan

Omg finally

The shipping was getting on his nerves, probably more than it did to you

He's so glad you finally made a smart decision, the second in your whole life (the first was dating him)

Since the monarchies in whb are absolute, he bans the use of any tag that includes your name from Hades

Sends a petition to do the same in the other countries and I think only Avisos would sign it (not only is it illegal to steal people's love there, but Bael had enough war threats sent his way from Hades)

He was planing on having a secret, low-scale relationship with you in the first place, so he's the happiest about this change

Beelzebub

He takes this as an invitation

Oh, you want the relationship to be secret?

He can make that fun

He'll make out with you in changing rooms, grope you at the back of the club, pin you to a wall in a small alley and sniff you

He likes the danger of potentially getting caught

Also, just because your relationship isn't public doesn't mean that he won't glare down anyone that gets too close to you

Just because you don't want the internet to know about it doesn't mean that he'll be less passionate and protective of you

Whenever you're out on dates he'll use his power to discuise the two of you, that way, he can be as open with his affection as he likes

He's one of the few that minds the secrecy of your relationship, but he mostly sees it as a new challange

Lucifer

He'll curse all cameras to shatter when taking a photo or recording of you

It's simple and affective

Gives Gamigin some lectures on how to lie and there's that

Everyone in Paradise Lost might know that you're dating Lucifer, but they're not allowed to say anything about it

And, since no devil would go to Paradise Lost willingly, there's no chance of the secret getting out

He's probably the safest to have a secret relationship with

Nobody in the other countries likes him enough to call for chit-chat, so even if you were in a regular relationship people would still be surprised when they heard you two were dating

#whb #what in hell is bad #shipper au #whb satan #whb mammon #whb leviathan #whb beelzebub #whb lucifer #whb x reader #sorry for the hiatus

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shikinnie · 2 days

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❤︎ 𝑯-𝑯𝒆𝒚! 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈!

ft. Neuvillette

Synopsis : You're talking about your passion with sparkles in your eyes, but he doesn't really seem to listen to you, probably too distracted as you look way too attractive today...

Warnings : Suggestive; cum mentioned once but nothing implied; making out; he's needy & touchy; only his sight, taste and touch seem to work today :p

After successfully escaping Neuvillette's warm embrace --not without struggling like crazy-- you leave your shared cozy bed, heading towards the kitchen.

The birthday of your friend was only within a day, which was why you were currently baking some sweets for her party first thing in the morning. In fact, she requested this special quest specifically from you for you are the greatest baker she knows. Mixing the sweet ingredients in a bowl, you stop the time to get the muffins out of the oven and place them on the counter. Turning again to mix the crêpe batter, you realize you forgot to add the nearly most important ingredient, sugar. However, before you can turn around, what feels like a rock hard wall comes into contact with your back, soon followed by two strong arms wrapping themselves around your smaller figure along with a burning kiss on your neck. Neuvillette inhales your perfume with a deep hum, causing some vibrations against the sensitive soft skin of your neck that made you tilt your head against his. "Well good morning to you too, love." His massive aura never failed at making you feel vulnerable and oh so tiny compared to his huge body that engulfed your own. With his head resting on your shoulder, including his lips still against your skin where he believes they belong, he only hummed as an answer. "Oh, are you still tired? Why didn't you sleep more?" When you caressed his cheek, your fingers brushed against his eyes, and felt that they were closed. "'Couldn't get any more sleep after you've left." He groaned with his morning voice. Letting out a chuckle that made Neuvillette open his tired eyes, he inhaled more of your sweet and natural fragrance he much adored and tightened his arms around your waist, adding even more kisses on your neck. "N-Neuvillette, I need to go check the rest of the muffins in the oven..." You began, "I can't move."

Even though he absolutely didn't wish to let go of his sweet lover at all, he obliged after giving your neck a lasted open-mouthed kiss. "But darling, why are you baking that quantity of sweets? We're only two here." He inquired as he leans against the counter, taking notice of the muffins fresh out of the oven placed beside him. "Oh it's not for us, it's for Navia's birthday. She asked me to bake her some pastries." He only hummed as an answer again, watching you travel all around the kitchen in your shorts and a sweatshirt you put on over your tank top when you got out of bed, baking with a smile never leaving your face. He eyed you up and down with a mix of love and desire, never looking away of your never ending moving figure. "Do you like that?" He suddenly asked. "Like what?" You replied, still focused on your baking. "Baking, do you like it?" He clarified.

Hearing his question, you turn around and find yourself in front of his tall body in the blink of an eye. As if it was something automatic, he naturally placed his calloused hand in the small of your back and pulled you close to him, only to place his big hands on your waist, stroking it with his coarse thumbs. "I absolutely love it! From the start to the end! From checking if you have all the ingredients, mixing them together, cooking it, decorated it and eat or offer it! I love it all about baking!" As he "listened" to you, it was impossible to miss the sparkles shining oh so brightly in your eyes, the way your charming lips he adores to kiss and coat with his thick hot cum moved as you spoke your passion and shared all the things you loved about it.

Glancing at the muffins beside him, you leaned forward to grab one, brushing lightly your chest against his shirtless and broad one, which resulted in growing his desire for you even more. "Here, taste this one!" You beamed as you offered him one of your sweets, not even knowing he didn't listen to a thing you blabbered about, for he wanted to taste only one thing. And it wasn't the muffin. His hand reached to your wrist, completely wrapping around it and bringing the sugary aliment you're holding to his mouth, finally taking a bite from it with a smirk. Your cheeks flushed for he was still looking into your eyes, while you looked away. "I carefully followed everything the recipe said, and that's also something I really enjoy about baki--" He cut you with a kiss. Neuvillette couldn't take it anymore, he did try his best to resist and listen to you but it just was beyond what he could do. Seeing you intimidated and affected by his actions looking this cute, no, oh boy he couldn't even imagine controlling himself. He replaced his hands on your waist with a single muscular arm, pulling you without delicacy even more close to him, lifting your head with a hand under your chin, fingers on both of your cheeks. He started walking forward slowly while kissing you like a starved man, each kiss more passionate than the previous, making you step back until you reached the counter on the other side where kept you between it and his robust body. "How about you taste it too, love?" Said the Iudex with his deep voice, "But I was talki-", before placing the hand that was on your chin behind your neck, gripping some of your hair to tilt your head backwards and kissing, no, devouring your mouth again. His other hand slid under your sweatshirt and tank top, caressing your skin with the feeling of his calloused hand you fell in love with.

Even though the fact that he didn't listen to a thing you said was quite upsetting, his hot and deep kisses made you forget it all, your mind was soon foggy and the more he kissed you, the more you got dizzy. Your arms slid behind his muscular back by themselves and felt his firm back muscles and large shoulders, sometimes your fingers getting entangled in his long and loose silver hair. Neuvillette finally detached his lips from yours, a string of saliva still connecting them. "It's delicious, truly." He complimented, giving you another kiss.

"Neuvillette! You didn't listen to me at all! Don't think I'll forgive you just like that!" You contested as you catched your breath, face all flushed and swollen red lips, trying to push Neuvillette away. It was no use though, he didn't budge at all. Except, you didn't expect him to lift you princess style and head upstairs to your room. "You'll tell me later, promise. But now, your muffins aren't the only thing I want to taste, dearest." Instead, he threw you back on the bed, a yelp escaping your throat. "But I didn't even finish baking..." You contested again, your voice however lowering and wrapping your arms around his neck, as his lips approached yours, eyelids slowly closing with his bulky figure towering over yours.

With those fervorous kisses of his, you finally abandoned yourself to him to enjoy a passionate morning~

#genshin impact #genshin men #genshin men x reader #neuvillette x you #neuvillette x reader #suggestive #genshin men x y/n #genshin neuvillette #neuvillette #neuvillette x y/n #neuvillette genshin #i love this man #wish he would kiss me like this too

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definedareasofuncertainty · 2 days

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Hi friend, how are you 😙

I have some lyrics for yooooooou 💕

They shake their heads saying: God, help her, when I tell 'em he's my man But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger I can fix him, no, really, I can And only I can

“Caroline, you can’t go after him! He will kill you!” Elena yelled, grabbing hold of her arm to stop her.

Her words barely registered. Not when the searing pain in Caroline’s chest kept flaring up, accompanied a perhaps inexplicable anger. How could they have done this without telling her? If they had just said something- if they had just remembered to include her for once, then she could’ve made them see reason. She could have prevented all of this.

A body was laid on Elena’s living room; it looked half destroyed and ashen. She could still recognize it as Kol’s.

She’d never interacted with him much, and, truth be told, she hadn’t exactly been planning on extending her time in his company. And yet- a knot formed in her throat anyway. Where was Klaus?

“He will be back any time to kill you all! You murdered his brother. One he actually cared about. This is not like anything else- He will not let this go, Elena. I have to- if I talk to him, maybe I can convince him to let you go. Or at least buy you time. I-“

Her voice broke off. What was that conversation going to be like? How could she convince him not to avenge his little brother’s death? But if she didn’t say anything… He would come after her friends. She was the only one who could prevent more bloodshed. Would he even listen to her? Would he believe her when she told him she hadn’t known?

Klaus knows you, a voice whispered in the back of her mine. He had always been able to tell when she was telling the truth. Had always been able to see through her, to see her entirely. It would have to be enough. It would be enough.

“Why do you think he will listen to you? He is murderous, Caroline. You can’t distract him this time. I won’t let you put yourself in danger so that-

“I will not be in danger,” she said firmly. Too firmly. With too much certainty.

Elena faltered. Eyes widening in surprise then brows furrowing. “How do you know that?”

Caroline felt her heart racing. Her lips parted and closed twice, as she tried to find the words to form a confession. Her eloquence fell short for once, and she was left in silence, staring at her friend as her face betrayed far too much emotion. Guilt at secret she had been hiding. Hurt. Anger. And something that was beginning to look a lot like love.

“Elena.” It was Stefan who broke the silence. The look in his eyes too understanding.

Elena’s face crumbled, her mouth opening as understanding dawned upon her. “Oh, no. Care. What have you done?”

Caroline squared back her shoulders. “He won’t hurt me.”

send me lyrics from ttpd and i’ll write a minidrabble 🤍🖤

#klaroline #klaroline fanfic #klaroline fanfiction #galvanizedfriend #does this make sense with the lyrics? BARELY #does this make sense at all? cant tell #but first thing ive written in literal months 🥹#there you go friend #thanks for the prompt ❤️

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hmshermitcraft · 2 days

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Etho got bit not terribly long ago. He successfully convinced Pause and Beef to go on without him. The bite take a while to make someone undead, like, it has to kill you first and then it'll bring you back, so Etho's been getting weaker and slower and sicker over a few days now and he knows that it'd be detrimental to his friends survival if they stuck together until Etho but the dust. twice. So with a tearful goodbye he watched his friends continue on to their ultimate destination.

Problem being, Etho hasn't turned yet. He's miserable sick and missing a chunk of memory which makes him think that he's now a zombie, but he's not mindless or hungrier than usual or violent or anything. So what gives? Another thing, the infected pass him by. A few come over and sniff at him, some even including him in their daytime huddle piles. (He's pretty sure they do that to protect their eyes? They all crowd together and shove their faces at one another to cover their eyes, so. That's Etho's theory.)

So the infected don't mind him, awesome! that'll make travel so much easier! But! He can't really stand anymore. He has trouble breathing and moving in the day and it's even worse at night. He doesn't know how to make it better but he's sticking by a river so he at least has water.

He hears engines and laughter, he must be finally dying. (He's not)

It's Scar! Scar on a 4-wheeler electric solar powered wheelchair that looks more like an off road go kart than a mobility aid. The things decked out and to top it all off Scar's got a shotty that don't miss.

Scar finds him, introduces himself kindly, and then almost kills him because Etho looks dead as hell and can't really articulate words of any sort. Scar sees him, sick and immobile and in a great deal of pain, and thinks "ah yes, I shall take it with me" so he gets Etho up and wrapped in a sleeping bag and curled up sideways on his lap.

The journey starts slow, with Etho doing just. Terribly. The movement of riding on the chair makes him queasy and he's awkward talking to Scar when he has the energy to do so. Over time Etho gets a little better, being able to rest easy with the promise of protection helps him out a lot. He's sleeping a lot, which means Scar can go fast through the woods and down abandoned roads.

Etho gets strong enough to walk alongside Scar, though they both prefer to just cuddle the whole time to uh, "make faster progress". But he's doing good, and scars really nice, and it turns out that they're heading to the same place that Etho was originally, so the odds of running I to his friends are high.

Then they start smoochin, gods the first time they did that Etho nearly went into cardiac arrest. He got actually ill because he was feeling so many feelings that his body didn't know what to do, they both laughed about it, and scar gave him lots of kissies to get him used to it.

By the time they make it to the safe zone Etho can race scar through the woods on foot and is proficient at kissing, much to the surprise of a delighted pause and beef, who thought he was dead for sure.

-carrie

Sorry it's so long, I got 'carrie'd (hah) away

Etho still isn't sure what he is, or what this means for him. It feels like he went through the whole zombie process, yet... He's fairly sure he isn't a zombie. But he's not necessarily sure if he's unturned, either.

The zombies still don't bother him, which makes supply runs a whole lot easier. Even sitting on Scar means they don't get much more than a few curious zombies sniffing at them. He takes advantage of it to go out of supply runs as often as he can. He wants to make sure he's earning his place in this safe zone.

All four of them decided not to tell anybody about Etho being bitten. It's safest, they don't know how people will react and- they won't let Etho get hurt. They can't.

Scar promises that if they need to be, they'll be out of that compound. They'll make their own safe area, together. Scar promise.

#hermitshipping #ask #scar tag #etho tag #pause tag #beef tag #scartho #carrie anon #mod 🎀#weekly theme: apocalypse

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argisthebulwark · 2 days

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All Emotion Dripped Away

summary: skyrim men and their red flags <3 gn reader, no gendered terms or y/n used. feat: Brynjolf, Miraak, Vilkas, Farkas, Cicero, Mercer warnings: some unhealthy relationship dynamics.

Brynjolf's inability to commit is maddening. The worst part is that you understand exactly what led to him acting this way - losing Karliah and Gallus at such a young age, Mercer effectively ruining every positive moment they've shared, thinking that he's lost you. You can understand his aversion to committing himself to another person but the knowledge doesn't make it any easier to handle. "Must we put a label on it?" He groans, dragging your chair closer to his. He leans closer, lips only a few inches away - he knows exactly what he's doing. It's his most common maneuver - kiss you until you can hardly think, distracting you from anything deeper. "It's difficult to think with you so close." You breathe, attempting to resist his charm. "Aye, as you've said." "Don't you want more?" You ask, allowing his fingers to creep under your armor. "Why ruin a good thing?" His kiss is full of heat, a promise for more to come if you're willing to forget this conversation.

At first, Miraak's protectiveness was sweet. He accompanied you on missions far from home and fought at your side. Losing Mora's power had only caused him to become more focused on retaining the skills he had. Over time, it grew. You noticed him tagging along on shorter trips, soon finding that even a quick visit to a nearby village for supplies was a two person job. You'd faced dragons and giants, climbed High Hrothgar and aided in the resolution of a Civil War - yet it seemed you couldn't be trusted to walk a few miles from home. "I don't want to risk you, my love." He insists, falling into step at your side. "What if you were harmed? What if you're hurt and no one is there to aid you?" You don't like this almost childish way he seems to view you - once he'd doted on you, though now it almost seems as if he doesn't trust you to walk without some grievous injury befalling you. He's coddling you.

As an outsider, Vilkas had always appeared confident, headstrong, willing to tackle any problem. He's strong and intelligent and well spoken, of course he can handle things. As a partner, you've been surprised by his avoidance. When you were a recruit he had no trouble voicing your many faults, even as his Harbinger he's been critical - but not his partner. Those problems remain firmly within his own mind. You know he bottles them up, stewing on these emotions until he talks himself out of being upset, rationalizing everything. "If you don't tell me what it is you need, I cannot give it to you." You've pleaded with him, desperate to make this work. "I love you more than I can say - please, all I need is for you to talk to me." "There is nothing to talk about."

Farkas' recklessness had saved your ass on many occasions, but as his spouse it left you a nervous wreck. He'd often laugh off your worries before leaving for days, unable to communicate due to clearing out some bandit camp. His lack of self preservation reduced you to a mess of nerves, trying to work through it but unable to stop your eyes from wandering each time a door opened. "It's not a big deal." Farkas pouts, kneeling before you. His armor's all strapped into place and a pack of supplies hangs over one shoulder - he's about to leave again. Your heart kicks into overdrive, fingers shaking when they clasp the sides of his face. "I always come back safe, dear." He reminds you, that easy grin on his face. "Do you not trust me out there without you?" "I'd feel quite a bit better if I were at your side." You admit, staring pointedly at the sword slung across his back. "We do work well together." He agrees, a kiss planted on your cheek before he stands. "But you're the Harbinger, you have more important duties." Of course you did - your duties included paperwork and worrying, both of which were beginning to wear on your nerves.

You can't fault poor Cicero for his inexperience - he spent far too many years alone, no one but the Night Mother to keep him company. Isolation had changed him, left him lacking the knowledge many others took for granted. Of course you love him, you'd fallen head over heels for the fool and never looked back, but your relationship didn't come without it's own trials. He'd never learned the common things to do in a relationship; little things many couples did like dates were nonexistent and he had no clue how a normal relationship was paced. Falling for each other was easy, why hold back? Why not go all the way? It didn't help that his relationship with the other assassins was strained at best - some were friendly, others shut him out entirely. You were the only one he could turn to, the only one willing to share a meal and a laugh with your beloved Keeper. "Listener, will you teach poor Cicero how to love you?" He coos, gently combing the hair away from your face. Your first instinct is to refuse, to tell him that it's too much - but the peaceful smile melts your heart. "I want to love you the right way."

Often, you find yourself what Mercer likes more - being with you or keeping secrets from you. He omits things that don't even matter which only heightens your anxiety on the topic; if he's willing to lie about something as trivial as who went on what job or which client he's meeting with, what else could he be hiding from you? You tell yourself that it's nothing, just a survival trait he's picked up over the decades of leading the Thieves Guild, but it's impossible to ignore. He doesn't seem to enjoy the jealousy it incites within you but you can't quite puzzle out what he gets from it. In the end, it's easier to accept that he merely enjoys keeping secrets. Only the gods knew how long it had been since he'd last opened up to anyone and you were afraid that prying would make him snap shut the little window you've carved out in his heart.

#skyrim #skyrim x reader #x reader fanfic #writing #brynjolf #miraak #vilkas #farkas #cicero #mercer frey

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heartilywrites · 2 days

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I have a request for Kuvira! First date headcannons or a fic about making her flustered pls, up to you if you want to do both or just one

oooh, interesting, why not a bit of both?

♡ ; First date with Kuvira

content warning: fluff ; headcanons and a one shot included ; reader is from Zaofu too ; no use of y/n ;

wc: 1k

a/n: HELLO :D i have some requests for Kuvira lined up, but i'm doing some quick rewatch of s4 so i can write her like she deserves, if you requested one of those, know that i didn't forget, i will get them as soon as i can <3 ENJOY THIS ONE !!

I don't wanna let it burn in the city lights and make the same mistakes.

♡ ; Kuvira and you had been flirting with each other for quite some time now before one got the enough courage to ask the other out.

♡ ; It was totally you. It was way too spontaneous.

♡ ; One day you two were talking on her break from the surveillance, eating a snack you brought to share.

♡ ;‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We should go on a date, what about friday night?” you would ask out of nowhere.

♡ ; In clear shock, Kuvira would've chocked on a bite of the snack, before getting herself together and accepting the date with the strongest tone of red in your face.

♡ ; You gave her the sweetest smile before continuing eating and talking like nothing happened.

♡ ; But in her head were sounding alarms and screams excited to finally having a formal date with you.

♡ ; And don't get her wrong! She loved the spontaneous get together you two had, maybe going for food together, you accompanying her on the last minutes of her rounds, she walking you home.

♡ ; But she wanted to go on a formal date, one she could presume to everyone, and so did you.

♡ ; So, the next couple of days you would ask her if she was ready for the date just to see her blush and get a little bit nervous.

♡ ; Who would've thought the captain of the military was so easy to fluster... Just by you, obviously.

♡ ; She said she wanted to take care of the date since she had an idea for it, you agreed.

♡ ; Finally friday came and by the dawn you were running around your room to get ready.

♡ ; Your best attire ironed and resting in a coat rack, your shoes cleaned and you were applying the lightest make-up before doing your hair.

♡ ; By the time Kuvira knocked on your door you were putting on your last bracelet.

♡ ;‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'LL TAKE IT, NO ONE MOVES.” you screamed to your family while running downstairs, a second before opening the door you checked yourself quickly in the mirror at the entrance.

♡ ;‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You look gorgeous.” she said after you opened the door for her.

♡ ; Your face would changed colors again while the biggest smile showed on your lips without any permission. “You look gorgeous too.”

♡ ; The captain offered you her arm to take and so you did after telling everyone you'll be getting back late, probably.

♡ ; The metalbender would've avoid the questions about the location of the date you made, changing it to another question.

‍ ‍♡ ; ‍ ‍‍ “The moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn't it?” “Did you hear if the night was going to be cold? I didn't pay attention to the weather person.” “Did I tell you I saw a butterfly today while doing my rounds? It was a blue one.” and so on.

♡ ; She stopped at a table sitting in the outside, with the most beautiful landscape behind it, the moon shining with such bright that you stayed in silence looking at such gorgeous scene.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Do you like it?” she asked when she stopped hearing your voice, when turning to look at you her eyes could perceive the bright in yours.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It's perfect.” a whisper came from your way before pulling her from the arm you've been holding the whole walk, both giggling.

Kuvira took one of the chairs, pulling it back and inviting you to sit. Smiling you took the seat, she walked to the other side and sat on her chair. With metalbending, the captain took off the metal cover from the plates revealing roasted duck, rice and deep-fried pickled radishes, you blinked surprised at the dish turning your eyes back to Kuvira, she was smiling without showing her teeth and a small blush on her cheekbones.

The dinner went smoothly, at the beginning both of you were so nervous that it felt like there weren't any topic left to talk about as if you didn't talk on the way there, but once you got comfortable again it was easy to take again the pace of the conversations.

At one point, your free hand reached for Kuvira's, her words got stuck in her mouth and twisted a bit in her tongue at the new feeling in her skin, but she embraced the gesture by intertwining your fingers with hers and continue to talk about the dance practice of that week.

The walking back when the dinner was over and both of you seemed tired enough was calm. Instead of your hand resting on her arm, both were tangled and you made them balance back and forth while smiling, satisfied with how the date went, totally planning on a second one.

The captain walked you back to your house, standing at the door both of you finished a conversation while you look lazily for your keys.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I had fun,” you said, facing her directly without letting go of her hand. “The food was so delicious.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I had fun too.” she repeated back at you, smiling a little bit. “Maybe we can do this again another day..”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Would love to.” against your will, you let go of her hand and unlocked your front door.

Kuvira whispered an almost quiet 'night' before turning around, but was shortly stopped by your hand around her wrist making her turn back around to you, she was about to question the action and was quickly cut off by your lips over hers.

It was a short kiss, a goodbye one, but it totally was such a sweet gesture that made her whole face turn red when you took a step back.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Goodnight, captain, see you tomorrow.” you said goodbye with a funny smile while getting in the house and walk up your bedroom.

You would never know this, but Kuvira stood in your entrance surprise, she didn't had the time to react properly to the kiss. Her right hand traveled to her lips, with a faint touch she felt them and a big smile formed in her mouth before turning around and go back to her place, feeling like she was walking on clouds.

#the legend of korra #the legend of korra x reader #kuvira #kuvira x reader #kuvira fluff #one shot #headcanons

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kaivenom · 1 day

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can i request for some more heartbreak high ant fics, the last of it is killing me !!

A little competition

Summary: you get to a new recreatives on town and decide to try every game, apparenty one of the boys in your high school doesn't like someone beating his records.

Pairing: Anthony "Ant" Vaughn

Warnings: none

A/N: here it is, since this precious men has so little content, almost inexistent, i decided to do it myself.

Masterlist

You were new on town and your firsts days on high school weren't the best to make friends so you decided to get ot a new recreatives to try talking to people. You talked to many people and was really fun but the thing you succeded on was to beat game records, especially you beat up "Ant's" records in everygame he was on.

You had such a great time that you decided to go there again the next day. Some people greeted you in, it was great to feel a little included. You went to a new game and saw again, the highest record was "Ant". With a couple of tries, you succeded on surpass him, you couldn't help but imagine how the person would react when seeing the news. You went to grab a snack and talk to some people.

When you came back, you saw a cute guy with a cap and some other guys on the machine you were before, you recognized them from high school.

"Fuck man, i don't know who is this person but it's breaking my records in almost every game, if i catch them i will break some," you hide yourself behind one of the stalls.

"Men, it's not that important, but if you want, we can kick them for breaking your records."

That made you really scared and you had the sensation that every moment they could catch you. You got out of the local without catching their attention but you failed.

"Hi, are you the new girl from school, right?" you try to sound confident at his question.

"Yeah, i am Y/N, you?"

"Ant, you haven't by any chance saw a person on the machines getting really high scores, right?"

"What?, me? ... no. Why would i do that?" your nervousness was revealing you.

"There's no reason to be so nervous, unless..." he made a pause, thinking about it and then his face turned surprised, "You are..."

"i am a pacifist but i heard what you said i won't hesitate to fight." you form a punch and made a feint to prepare to fight.

"What? no. I was angry and with the boys, i don't want to hit someone so pretty."

"Ah , no?"

"I don't plan to do it, do you want me to?"

"No, of course."

"But i am still angry and i want to resolve this because i worked really hard to be that good."

"A competition on a two player game?"

He gave you his hand to shake it, sealing the deal and you both went inside. You decided to fight on a game that both of you weren't really good, to make things interesting. He won the first time, then you, then he two times, then you three... and continued to do so until the recreatives were closing.

"I liked doing this, maybe it's good to have a competitor that it's as good as me." he said with a grin.

"Wait, i winned you more."

"No, i winned more."

"We need to confirm that, here tomorrow, again."

"i am not going to be defeated by you pretty face."

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

"Because you are... well, if you win more tomorrow the i stop calling you pretty face but if i win, then i invite you to dinner." he said, giving you his hand to shake again.

"Okay, i will win but maybe the dinner it's still a good idea, but you pay."

"No, pretty face, if you want me to pay dinner the you have to loose."

You both laughed and went separatedly to your houses but really hoping that tomorrow gets fast to compete again.

#ant vaughn x reader #anthony vaughn x reader #ant vaughn #ant vaughn x you #heartbreak high ant #heartbreak high x reader #hearbreak high x reader #hearbreak high s2 #heartbreak high x you #heartbreak high imagine #heartbreak high 2024 #heartbreak high 2022 #heartbreak high s2 #hbh2 #hbh s2 #ant vaughn imagine #anthony vaughn imagine

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shitpostdevil · 3 days

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Your intimidating manager secretly has a thing for you~

Suguru x F!reader

Warning: 18+, jealousy, coworker interest~

I do not own any of the characters or the art I find to include (unless if I explicitly state otherwise)

These are solely MY headcanons, if you don't like them, it's okay, you don't have to read, just mind your business, m'kay?

If you happen to know that the art is yours and want credit, or for it to be removed, please, say something. I will fully respect your wishes.

He was the one to interview you for the job. It absolutely enthralled you that he asked "what's wrong with you to make you want to work here?" as one of the interview questions. (You had to bite your tongue not to say, 'what isn't wrong with me?')

Every other day that you two work together, as soon as he's clocked in, he ignores everyone else and is immediately talking to you about another anime/manga he found (which you immediately start consuming as soon as you have the chance to because they're all good)

You've grown to look forward to shifts with him, always feeling like something is missing if he's not there (he would never outright admit it, but he feels the same exact way)

Working after close has become your favorite part of the job when it's with him, getting the stock ready for the next day while he speaks about his latest interest as you quietly listen (buzzing because he's telling you about his life, but keeps it on lock for anyone else- he's not even sure when it started to happen or why, he doesn't talk about anything personal, especially not at work)

One day while putting out stock for the next morning, Suguru was opening the next morning and knew that he would be putting the stuff out, so he made a fort out of the boxes and dubbed it "'Fort Suguru'!" with the brightest smile (it's the first time you remember your heart racing because of him- it was the only time you had ever seen him smile like that and you thought it was beyond precious)

After the store is locked up, your current boyfriend would always take forever to show up to bring you home, but Suguru would wait with you every time without fail- even when the minutes turned into an hour more than once (and he would always stare daggers at your boyfriend- he would always ask on the way home, "Why does he always have to sit and wait with you?", to which you respond, "I think it's policy or something about safety."; you could never actually say that if he wasn't late every time then Suguru wouldn't have to wait with you because you secretly didn't want the alone time to stop)

After months of watching your boyfriend treat you like actual garbage, he breaks up with you while you're at work and takes the car you shared, abandoning you even after your shift is over; you're sick to your stomach in the bathroom for hours, sobbing (every time Suguru comes back to check on you his hand hovers at the door for way too long. Hearing your choked on sobs over such a horrible man hurts him somewhere he didn't believe could be hurt again- he had locked that door a long time ago, why does this hurt? He never ends up knocking, choosing to give you space- he wouldn't even know what to say anyways...)

When you still don't get the car back, Suguru begs the closing worker not to say anything to any of the other managers after he makes the decision to drive you home after they lock the store- (it could get both of you in trouble, but he isn't sure what else to do)

The only problem with the previous is that it seems like the moment you get into his car, you pass out from what he can only assume is exhaustion- which means that he doesn't have the slightest clue where to drive you (Is it really so bad that he drives you to his place? He has a spare room...)

He doesn't have the heart to wake you so he chooses the stupidly selfish option- putting both of your jobs on the line in the process (can you really blame him after listening to you sob all day?)

He tries to miss all of the potholes on the way home- petrified to his core that you'll wake up- (What if you freak out? What if you think he's planning on taking advantage of you? He would absolutely perish if you thought badly of him)

When you both get to his place unharmed he tries to be as gentle as possible, taking you from his front seat bridal style, carrying you up the flight of stairs to his apartment (hoping none of his neighbors get the wrong idea by carrying an unconscious girl back to his place after always strictly staying alone)

He struggles to open the door with you in his arms, which makes you mumble something incoherent, but not wake up- he rushes into the door and straight to his spare room, moving the sheets the best he can to lay you down; he tucks you in carefully and lets his eyes linger on your sleeping state for a little too long, then leaving you to get much needed rest (he lets out a 'Tsk' at his slight annoyance that it took you two this long to break up, and even bigger annoyance that it was you that ended up being more hurt by it- but he couldn't fully blame you for having too big of a heart, even if it was someone that didn't deserve it; deep down he wanted violence)

(This is the end of Part 1, there is absolutely going to be more than one part due to apparent character limit)

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abbyscenery · 1 day

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PALESTINE LINKS ; DAILY CLICK ; MASTERPOST ; ISRAELI THEMES IN TLOU

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ DANG(C)ER IDEAS . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

abby anderson x female character

PART 1 | PART 2

synopsis: 𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗒𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝗃𝗂𝗆𝖾́𝗇𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗒.

a/n: 𝗂'𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 PLAYLIST 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 PINTEREST BOARD 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋k 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌' 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒! 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗌. <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・. .・

“Miss, I'm here! I'm going to fill my water bottle, do you need anything?”

“No, no, darling. Go ahead.”

“Thank you!” She skips off to the drinking fountain where Celine’s sitting beside.

“Hey, Lydia! Have you seen Ellie?”

“I think she is late again, Celi. I sent her a text and she said the alarm clock didn't go off.”

“I thought Dina spent the weekend with her.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Suddenly, Jesse passes by.

“Hey, Lydia.” He smiles and then looks at Celine. “Can I talk to you later, mountain flower?”

“Of course.” Celine smiles, and refuses to look at Lydia until he disappears in the crowd.

“You two would look cute together.” Lydia teases, and starts to walk back to the practice room.

“What?” Celine scoffs. “Hey! Come back here!” Lydia waves her hands in defense.

“Sorry, my class has already started, I should be there. I'll talk to you later!”

She arrives at the practice room still laughing about the situation. But when she arrives at the door, her body instantly freezes.

All students were already present, including one extra person.

Abigail Anderson.

“What is she doing here?” She tries to hide her face of disgust along with the tone of her voice.

“Come in, close the door and I'll explain. Please, Lydia.”

Miss Odette stands in front of the students, with Abby by her side.

“During saturday's unfortunate event, I personally went to talk to Mrs. Jessica. Since we are without an assistant, I thought it would be fair to suggest Miss Abby to be our assistant for the rest of the semester. I hope everyone understands my request.”

Lydia snorts loudly which makes some people confused. Especially Miss Odette.

“Since you’re so eager to react, why don’t you start demonstrating today? Abby, can you lift her up, darling? You'll know when the time comes.”

Lydia stands up seriously and talks to Abby without looking her in the eye.

“Ugh... Just follow my lead.”

The music starts, Miss Odette and the students are watching. Abby stands still, not knowing what to do, without taking her eyes off Lydia so as not to get lost.

When Lydia stops in front of her, she looks at Abby with an irritated and impatient expression.

Abby lifts her up, but she instantly lets go.

“I'm sorry. One more time, please.”

“Where's your professionalism that I talk about so much, Lily?” Miss Odette complains.

“Sorry, I'm not very focused.”

Abby smirks.

“Because of me, I guess.”

“It's hard to have chemistry when dancing with someone you don't like.” She whispered.

Abby was really taken by surprise. Lydia repeated the sequence, still without looking at her eyes, and finishing without any problems.

“All right… You can go to your place.”

The class continued in a calm way. Lydia was getting ready to leave, when she saw Celine and hurried over, pulling her by the arm.

“What is she…”

“I need to get out of here first.”

They go to a distant place and sit on a bench. Lydia closes her eyes and leans against the wall, finally appearing to relax.

“I'm going to have to look at her face for the rest of the semester. Miss Odette said she will be our new assistant.”

“Yeesh, if I were in your shoes I’d go insane. I think I could jump on her neck at any moment. It must be great not to need extra points for being the team captain.”

“From the volleyball team? Is she the captain? I didn't know that.”

“The less I hear about that girl, the better.”

Ellie appears a few minutes later, and sits with them.

“What kind of funeral atmosphere is this?”

“Lydia will be taking her dance classes with Abby for the rest of the semester.”

“I'm glad it's not with you, at least.”

“See? Even Ells is scared of me.”

The bell rang and everyone started their way to the cafeteria. Abby was inside the school. As she picked up food, she felt a tickle on the back of her head.

“If you do that one more time Manny, I swear…”

“Just messing, Abs. I'm trying to get another reaction of you, other than that frown you’ve been giving me for the past five minutes.”

“Let’s wait for Yara, I will explain everything.”

They gather at the biggest table in the cafeteria, and some of Abby's friends start to arrive.

“I'm pretty sure someone hates me.”

“Really?” Yara chuckles. “I can mention Mel and several other names.”

“No, no, I’m serious. Do you know that girl over there? Her name is Lydia.” She points, Lydia was by herself on the food line.

“From the debate class, I know her.” Manny says.

“My punishment is helping with dance class, right? She's there, and I feel like she really hates me.”

Abby and Manny keep talking for some minutes, when Yara gets their attention.

“I know why she hates you!”

Yara pointed her eyes towards Lydia and Celine, they were going outside again, giggling about something.

“She's the best friend of the girl you embarrassed, now I remember. I got a class with them, they’re very good friends. Abs? Are you even listening?”

“She’s making that face…” Owen arrives suddenly. “Something bad happened?”

“I have to do something.”

She ignores Owen and stands up towards the girls.

“Abby! What are you going to do?!”

“Make things right.”

The blonde walked towards the outside, but felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Miss Abby, come help me with the mattresses. My next class is at the end of the break.”

“But I have to…”

“You can do it later. Please, come with me. I can’t bring all of them alone.”

Abby looked back before walking next to Miss Odette.

“She is a very good dancer. I mean, Lydia.” Abby threw some of the last mats on the floor.

“Lyly worked really hard to get into this class.”

“I was confused by her behavior, no one hates me like that straight away.”

“It’s because of what you did, Celine is one of her best friends. If you want to get closer and make friends with Lydia, you have to show regret through actions. And don't do this to win over just her, Celine deserves just a decent apology.”

She nodded, and reflected perfectly still while leaning against the wall until class starts.

The class took place without any unexpected events. Lydia was sitting with the others listening to Miss Odette speak.

Abby was lost in her thoughts when she heard familiar laughter. They were her friends returning from volleyball training. Her face faded for a few seconds, Lydia noticed.

After switching her gaze between Abby and the girls outside, her expression turned thoughtful as she finally understood what the blonde felt.

Abby realized she was being stared at and looked for curious eyes in the crowd, when she met Lydia’s gaze, that turned her face away quickly with a warm face now.

The blonde looked down smiling.

#lesbian #abby #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abigail anderson #sapphic #the last of us #tlou #abby x female #abby anderson fanfic #tlou hbo #tlou part 2 #tlou2 #tlou fanfiction #tlou game #wlw post #wlw love #wlw

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