#did I make it sunny because it’s very hot where I live right now or because I want him to wear the white shirt again? You’ll never know

[00fairylights00]

I hope this will be a healing message...... I keep thinking of making a high-humanity P laugh really hard 🥹 like doing or saying something he thinks is SO hilarious that he is literally on the floor, gasping for breath, unable to speak because he is genuinely dying with laughter.

Prolly would take some real tame shit to make him laugh like that too. Like a funny drawing.

I will keel over and die but in a happy, positive way. If you would allow me to add onto this though I’d like to think the higher the humanity the more his body reacts to touch, I think he’d be ticklish!

His head is in your lap, the usual resting place for him on sunny afternoons like this. The heat makes everyone sleepy and with Krat no longer under eminent threat P can finally just laze around and relax to his heart’s content.

The light turns his hair a chocolate brown as you run your fingers through it slowly, stopping every now and again to scratch at his scalp which earns you a happy hum and a beautiful, closed eye smile. Your other hand rests on the warm skin of his chest, visible through the opening in his shirt.

You can feel the steady beat of his heart under your palm, and the hand of his legion arm is laying on top of your own, squeezing every now and again to tell you that he’s not asleep, he promises he won’t fall asleep, he’s a liar but he’s happy and you don’t mind and he knows you don’t mind.

The heat is turning your mind syrupy but not enough that you don’t notice him flinch ever so slightly when the hand in his hair brushes against the length of his neck, his eyebrows furrow for only a moment but the idea is already in your head.

You only wish to test your theory.

As gently as you can you brush your fingers against his neck again, this time with far more intention. P jerks up, trying to escape your hold but you’re already one step ahead, having braced your arm across his front to trap him against you.

A beautiful sound falls from him, you can feel it through his back as much as you can hear it, he’s laughing! 

A proper, joyful, bordering on hysterical laugh. The sound was higher pitched than his talking voice, but was still rich and warm. You come to realise that this is the loudest he’s ever been, you don’t think you’ve ever heard P raise his voice. It’s nice to see him let loose, smiling big, broad and unabashedly.

With everything over and the state of his humanity clear, watching him navigate the ways he was taken advantage of was a careful thing. He’d become well acquainted with being angry and with being sad, so the moments when you could have him rolling on the floor, losing his mind over something silly was a blessing in every sense of the word.

You pushed him forward, the two of you wrestling against your bedsheets until you came out victorious. You sat straddled atop his stomach, digging your fingers into his neck as he squirmed and pleaded for mercy,

“Stop stop, I can’t breathe,” he laughed, throwing his head back and then pulling his chin toward his chest in hopes of trapping your hands.

You continued your assault of feather light touches, poking and prodding at other areas you thought might also be ticklish.

His chest, his armpits, his sides. It was the prod to his stomach that made him yell suddenly and almost throw you off of him entirely, as you tried to recover your balance he swept your wrists between one hand, breathing heavily as he tried to calm down.

“What… was that?” He asked breathlessly, smiling up at you dazedly.

“Tickling,” you hummed, also catching your breath.

“I thought I was gonna die,” he groaned dramatically, “do it again.”

“Catch your breath first,” you instructed, breaking your hands free of his grasp gently, “it’s nice to see you laughing, you deserve to be happy.”

His eyebrows turned upward as he soaked in your earnestness, a quiet thank you said with his eyes. His hands brushed against your outer thighs, you squirmed with a giggle and a mischievous smile took over his face.

“No,” you warned, “Pino don’t!”

He dug his fingers into your sides, copying your movements and making you squeal, he’d always been a quick learner.

#hey it’s bloodbrown #fairy is answering #i would like to once again make clear i have not finished the game and have no idea what is meant to or implied to happen afterwards #with that out of the way #cat behaviour p supremacy always #did I make it sunny because it’s very hot where I live right now or because I want him to wear the white shirt again? You’ll never know #this ask made my day #all warm and fuzzy in my chest #pulling P’s first laugh from him? What a privilege #I have another plot bunny about this in my notes so please expect that you’ll be seeing this concept again #did I choose tickling instead of saying something funny? Yes because I am not funny #I'm sure if I tried harder I could be funny but not tonight #I am to eepy #I am gonna eat that boy #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader #p x reader #lies of p #dec 2023 #🦋 let your conscience be your guide

[mamieishere]

How to row a hook-up

MDNI

disclaimer : unprotected sex, quickie, doggy style, creampie, semi public, teasing, breeding kink, no name mentioned

You met him on a dating app. You liked his profile because of his blue hair. It's not common and you love someone with their own personality. He was a traveler, coming we-don't-know-where and indicated that he was around for several days.

There was no expectation, you liked some other profiles. You got some matches and started to talk with them but they weren't interesting or too weird. You gave up for the night and went to bed. Tomorrow evening your friend will arrive and the both of you will head to the most anticipated festival of the year. How exciting is it to finally being able to enjoy music lives.

When you woke up the next morning, you were anything but a portable battery, too much energy, too much happiness... too much eve everything.

You headed to the shower and had a full body wash, hair included. Summer nights were hot and humid, so much so that you needed to wash your hair daily. After getting dressed, you picked up your phone and oh! missing notifications. It was the blue haired cutie. He liked you back! FUCK!

"Hi! I'm here for a few days. I'm going to be honest, I need someone who speaks the local language... Are you in?" 4 hours ago

"Ha ~ Finally, I wasn't that honest. I have a big event this weekend and I am very stressed. It's impromptu but could you help you to reduce this tension?" 4 hours ago

"I mean in a sexual way?" 3 hours ago

"Wait... It's impossible to erase a message on this app??? Fuck it." 5 minutes ago

"You know what? Forget it, nvw. It was unsolicited." now

You laughed. He was cute and kinda strange in a way.

"Hey :) sure I'm in, even for a tension revealed thing if you want." now

You texted back without proofreading, probably because you'd cringe at your message. You tossed your phone on your bed. after all, What are the chances that he will respond now? Obviously none.

You planned to go on a self date, one of your fave thing. You put a little make, mascara and lip gloss, grab your bag stuffed with keys, wallet, a book and your flying phone. Headphones on your ears, you headed out to a cozy restaurant nearby to the hotel.

The atmosphere was hushed, the lights were subdued and the ceiling had mouldings. A perfect place to order a fancy dish and a glass of white wine in the back corner out of sight. After the waiter has taken your order and came back with your drink, you took your book and started peacefully your me-time.

A group of about ten people took the table on the right. They were loud, chaotic dressed in expensive clothing. You sighted and turn on the headphones again. You looked for your phone to play some music. While the tracks scrolled across the screen, he popped up. You jumped on your seat, hurting the table.

- "HOLLY... ", you restrained yourself from screaming and rubbing your knees. The neighbours at the table turned around with surprised looks. "My apologies", you nodded, pressed play to the first track coming and hid behind your book.

"Hello again! Thank God, I'm glad you did answer. I'm not used to dating apps, probably because I'm not allowed to. Had I say I was relieved? Haha I'm rumbling... Anyways, I'm going to dinner in a restaurant, would you like to recommend me a dish? I'm so lost... " 3 minutes ago

You laughed softly.

"Okay, it's funny because I'm in a restaurant too currently. I order a croque madame, it's a hot sandwich studded with béchamel sauce, cheese and ham plus there's a sunny side up on the top of it. It comes with a salad. So, I guess you may order this too!" now

"THANK YOU!" now

Oh the answer came very quickly this time. You left your phone on the table with the book, as the waiter came back with your dish.

Oh it was delicious... The bread was crispy outside but still soft and buttery. The egg was perfect, the ham and cheese tasty and smoked. It was heaven,all of this combined with the jazz music playing... It was orgasmic.

"I guess you gave me a good choice. It looks yummy. *one picture attached *" now

Your eyes widen once again. The picture of his dish was exactly the same than yours, the dishes, the tablecloth, everything. You raised your head and started to search around you. He was here.

*Wait... We are in the same restaurant. Oh lol, where are you?" now

You kept looking for some blue hair but failed. Was it a joke? Where was he? After 5 minutes, your message was still unread. You decided to go to the bathroom, leaving your things under the waiter supervision.

Until someone grabbed your hand and guided you to the first nearby room. You were about to scream when your kidnapper switch on the light. Blue hair. Oh.

- "Hey... hey hey hey", he whispered "I'm so sorry, I caught you by surprise. I recognized you when I entered the restaurant earlier. I wanted to give you a hand sign but as I was with my band and the staff, it was impossible. Please accept my apologies. But jeez you're beautiful. Ah sorry I'm rambling again... Hey? Hello, Earth?"

Of course you heard him but you were shut. He was stunning, his delicate face, his bobba eyes contrasted so well with his blue hair. You were subjugated.

- "Yeah? Hi...", the words fell from your mouth.

- "Are you okay? Are you shocked?" he panicked "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry.".

You put your hand on his chest. "Are you real...?" you asked randomly. He burnt out of laughter,took your hand and swapped your fingers with his own.

- "Hello sweetheart, yes I'm real", he cooed with a chuckle. He took your chin and replaced a strand of hair out of your face. "May i kiss you?"

Wow, that was bold but not as bold as you, putting your hands on his shoulders for leverage, you reached to his mouth and put a lingering kiss on his lips. He caught you and deeper the kiss, glued his body to yours.

- "Ah princess... I want you now, can I have you now?", You looked at him and nodded. "Use your words baby. ".

- "Ha.... yes, please. Are you not afraid that someone caught us?".

He cadged you between his body and the door.

- "No, I'm not. You'll have to stay quiet if you don't want to be discovered.", He leaned to kiss you again. Both of you had a little time. His hands made their path under your shirt going for the claps of your bra. You weren't wearing a bra, oops. He broke the kiss and gave you a stern look.

- "Oh my. What do we have here?", he raised your hands with one hand while his others reached up your top, exposing your chest to the cold air, making your nipples harder than they already were. He started to leave little pecks on your neck, down to your collarbone, decorating it with purple and finally reaching to your left boob.

- "Let's start with your heart side would you?", he rolled the sensitive tip between his digits, cutting off a moan of you. He urgently put his hand on your mouth. "Stay quiet baby if you don't want to get caught".

He freed your hands which ended up on his shoulders again and licked your nipple. Your chest arched, giving him more flesh. You moaned again, silently. His other hand found a place on your hips, rubbing slow circles.

- "Touch me, please...", Your voice was almost a whisper. "May I have your fingers in me?"

It was all it took for him to snap. He got back on his feet, turned you around and lifted your skirt.

- " Oh baby wants my fingers?", he teased. "Baby wants me to finger your needy hole?"

He didn't give enough time to answer before he ripped soaking panties, stuffed you with two fingers at an incredible rough pace. You felt the first sprinkles of pleasure and he added a third one. Soft moans weren't enough, louder ones erupted from your throat as he stopped them by placing a hand on your filfy mouth.

- "I told you to stop being noisy", his action hadn't the expected effect, your creamed his hand. "Fuck that's hot. May I give you my cock sweetie, uh? Want me to fill you up? Breeding you with my seeds?".

Unable to form a coherent sentence, you gave him a "Ha... y... es fuck, gimme y-your see-seeds".

While licking his digits, he undid his pants, freeing his erected dick from the confines of his underwear. One hand came to press on your back to put your pussy on display. You felt him, rubbing his cock along your folds, teasing your entrance. You tried to push your hips back on him to finally get your dream fulifilled.

- "tsk... baby no... that's not how we ask to be fucked"

- "please, I can't... oh shit!", he penetrated you in one full stroke. He snapped his hips on yours, making the head of his penis kissed your cervix, forcefully. The pace he chose left no space for mercy. You thought you were going to cum only by being penetrated until he reached your clit only to play with it. As his pace maintained a high drive, he doodled circles on your bundle of nerves.

- "Fuck baby girl, cum... cum for me. Cum on my cock, I want to feel it", he bite your ear. Then everything became colorful. You came hard around him, squeezing your insides like never you did before. He helped by guiding you through it. The only sound remained was the lewd, squishing sound of his cock entering you again and again. He took him a few pumps before he filled you full of him.

- "hhhhaaa fuck baby, I'm bringing you to my hotel room. I can't leave you like that."

hiii, it's been a while! I hope you enjoyed this story. it was supposed to be a drabble, as usual, it's a failure 🤷🏻‍♀️

Feel free to give feedback and comments (constructive ones only!) 💕

I have to be honest, im not a big mood to write rn but I felt I needed to post this one. please be nice if you find typos or grammatical mistakes, english isn't my first language.

#stray kids x reader #skz x you #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #lee know smut #changbin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #felix smut #kim seungmin smut #yang jeongin smut #Spotify

[canirove]

Kylian Mbappé Imagine | five

Little summary: This is a request by @maetheh here on Tumblr. You are on a long distance relationship with Kylian after meeting in the country where you live (in this case Spain). You would like to live together, but you are still studying and moving isn’t possible at the moment. But just at the moment... Hope you like it and thank you for reading! ☺️💜

Masterlist

“Hola, churri.”

“I regret teaching you that word so much” I say, rolling my eyes. “Why did I do it?”

“Because you can’t say no to this face” Kylian smiles. “And it is cute, I like it.”

“It isn’t cute.”

“It is.”

“Whatever. How was training?”

“Cold and miserable” he sighs. 

“Here it is sunny. Look” I say, moving my phone so he can see through the window.

“Urgh, I hate you.”

“Sorry” I smile. “But if you moved here, you could also enjoy the sun.”

“Stop playing agent” he laughs.

“I am not playing anything, I’m just stating a fact. The weather in Madrid is better than in Paris.”

“Maybe. But you are also trying to convince me to move there and sign for a certain team.”

“Atlético de Madrid? Never. I don’t hate you, Kylian. I love you.”

“And I love you too” he smiles. “But stop playing agent. It isn’t working.”

“Shame” I sigh. “You would look so handsome in white…”

“I already wear white.”

“But it isn’t the same. Ours is more… pure.”

“Yeah, pure. Like you, uh?” he smirks.

“Oh, shut up.”

“Now is when I would tell you make me, and you would kiss me and probably show me how pure you are.”

“But we happen to be 1.000 kilometres away. When are you coming back to visit me?”

“I was there last week!” Kylian chuckles.

“I know, but I miss you.”

“And I miss you too” he pouts. “But people are already gossiping, wondering why I am constantly spotted in Madrid.”

“You are having secret dates with Florentino.”

“That’s what they probably believe, yes” he laughs. “But you know, you could also come visit me. You know I don’t mind paying for the flight.”

“I know, and I’m very thankful. But my final exams are around the corner, and I must start studying. I don’t need a certain French guy distracting me” I smirk.

“Giroud? He also distracts me, though how not to when he looks like that” he sighs, trying to hide a cheeky smile.

“You are the worst, Kylian” I laugh. “But I already knew he also distracts you. I haven’t forgotten about the day we met at that party, about how we both were looking at him as if he was this God that had come to earth to bless us with his presence.”

“I still don’t know how you paid me any attention that night” he chuckles.

“You were the only one who spoke some Spanish. And in case you didn’t know, you yourself also happen to be really hot.”

“Oh, stop it. You are gonna make me blush.”

“That was my goal” I smirk.

“But now you’ve made me remember our first date, when I took you to that restaurant that supposedly made the best paella in Ibiza, and it actually sucked. If I was there, I would take you out for lunch.”

“If you lived here…”

“And if you lived here…”

“What?” 

“I mean… why not? We are always talking, or to be 100% accurate, you are always teasing me about moving to Madrid and signing for Real Madrid. But we never talk about you moving to Paris.”

“Maybe because I don’t speak any French?” I chuckle.

“But your English is amazing, way better than mine. You could survive with that while learning French.”

“Ok, and what about my studies, uh? I haven’t finished my degree yet.”

“But if you pass these next exams, you’ll only have to do an internship to finish it, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then come do that in Paris.”

“Like an Erasmus?” I laugh.

“Something like that” he shrugs.

“Kylian, I already told you. I don’t speak any French, only the few sentences you’ve taught me. And if I’m being honest, I don’t truly believe they mean what you say they mean.”

“You wound me, my dear” he says, dramatically putting a hand on his chest and making me laugh. “But if my plan works, you won’t need to speak much French.”

“Your plan?”

“Come do your internship at PSG.”

“What?” I say, my phone almost slipping from my hand.

“Your grades so far have been amazing. That alone should make them consider you as an intern. But you also happen to speak Spanish and English fluently, which would help you communicate better with the players and understand what they may need. And, you also happen to know a certain player who could put a good word in for you.”

“Kylian…”

“C`mon, think about it. You’ll be doing your internship in one of the best football teams in the world, and learning from some of the best physios out there. Imagine how cool that would look on your curriculum! And it would mean being together. For real. No more facetime calls that last hours and falling asleep until your phone falls in your face. You could be falling asleep on my shoulder before I take you to bed.”

“That last part sounds lovely” I smile.

“Everything sounds lovely if you ask me.”

“How long have you been thinking about this? About me moving to Paris with you?”

“Since the first time I came back home after visiting you. I missed you so much that I thought: I must find a way to make this work for both of us.”

“And that doesn’t involve signing for Real Madrid.”

“Exactly” Kylian laughs. “What do you say? Would you think about it?”

“But me being there… What if it affects you? What if people start spreading lies, saying that your performance isn’t good because of me?”

“That won’t happen. If there is something affecting me, it is not having you here next to me each morning when I wake up.”

“Aww, Kylian.”

“Will you think about it, then?”

“I will. But once I’m done with my exams.”

“Of course, perfect. You focus on nailing those, and then we’ll discuss when you are moving to Paris.”

“I haven’t said yes yet” I chuckle.

“But you will. You have the same smile you had when I asked you out and you said you weren’t too sure about it.”

“Do I have a smile that says all that?” I laugh.

“You do, churri.”

“Please don’t call me that ever again. If you do, I am not moving with you.”

“Ok, ok” he laughs. “What about gorgeous?”

“That sounds much better.”

“I love you, gorgeous.”

“I love you too, Kylian.”

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe fanfic #football imagine #football fanfic

[mamamittens]

Shaking the Snow Globe

This is part 9/12 of December Event 2023

Thatch X OC(Nikia)

Warnings: Winter weather concerns, mentions of hypothermia, and being very cold.

Pre-any confession. That stage where Thatch is a determined menace and Nikia is still in denial.

Word Count: 2,814

The Moby Dick settled into port with ease, Thatch’s brothers and sisters preparing to disembark with practiced movements. They’d done this many times before over the years and several on this very island. Thatch was doing some last minute supervision of the menu for those that wanted to stay on the ship or couldn’t leave for whatever reason. A few were sick and injured, though many more just didn’t want to go out at the moment.

This was a sort of holiday retreat for the crew. Sure, they could go anywhere, but not many islands offered both sunny beaches and a winter wonderland to explore within such easy reach. The fact that Thatch had a thing for a ranger on Winter Isle was… irrelevant. Totally not why he was making sure everything in his division was settled before he made his way to see her. He just wanted to make sure he wasn’t disturbed on his vacation!

That’s all. Really!

Still, due to this, he was one of the last to get off a couple of hours later. Packed and ready for the weather he was about to endure. They’d docked on Summer Isle due for the sake of ease, so he’d still need to hop onto a ferry to make it the rest of the way. Thatch was distantly disappointed that Nikia didn’t prefer to stay on the much more pleasantly temperate island, but largely suspected that crowd control motivated that decision more than anything else. It was very beautiful on both islands but… well, he’d be lying if he said the image of Nikia in beachwear with a house on the shoreline wasn’t enticing.

At the very least, it was incredibly cozy in her lodge. Every moment felt much more intimate knowing that the entire place was surrounded by metric tons of snow that perpetually piled up around the mountainside. It also gave him every excuse to sidle up to her and share warmth. Because of course the stubborn woman was cold as ice naturally and still wanted to live in a winter wonderland.

When he made it to the ferry, he noticed how empty it was. While ignoring any of the knowing looks his siblings gave as he passed them. The small vessel was quite light on trips to the sister island, but from the looks of it, he was the only one interested in the trip.

“Hey, what gives? Aren’t there usually at least a few people wanting to go over there?” Thatch asked the captain of the ferry. The old man looked at him in amusement, his pristine feathers fluttering under a white caplet.

“Son, ain’t nothing to do over there but freeze right now.” Thatch narrowed his eyes, looking out across the water to the island in question. It did look more consumed in cloud cover than the last time he’d seen it. But weren’t snowstorms common over there? “Worst time to try and go to the hot springs unless you want to crowd into the village spots with everyone else. Every year it gets like this. From the end of November to late December, almost back to back storms. No one is going anywhere on that island unless they absolutely have to. Same for going to the island.”

Thatch felt a stab of concern in his chest. He knew Nikia could handle herself. It certainly couldn’t be her first year over there, after all. But still… a whole month is a long time to be stuck in one place, totally unable to leave. What if something happened? What if she ran out of food or firewood? He realizes that she can fly but what if she can’t even open the door because she’s so snowed in?

Or does she stay in the village with everyone else during this time? Thatch doubted it but…

“I’m actually visiting someone. Ranger Nikia. Would she be in her lodge or…?” Thatch asked anxiously. The old man looked surprised.

“Little Nikia? Well, not so little now I suppose, is she?” He mused with a small grin. “Nah, lass will be in her home, same as she is every year. If you’re concerned? Don’t be. She has her affairs well in hand. Always been independent, that one. Doesn’t care for company, either.”

Thatch grinned at that.

“Yeah, I got that impression. Still, I wanted to visit her anyway.” Thatch sighed and the old man stared for a moment, understanding in his eyes when he finally shook his head.

“Very well then, try not to make too ah fool of yerself now, lad. Nasty storm… you may have to wait a few days to make the trip.” He commented before blowing the departing whistle.

Thatch looked out across the water again and scowled.

The hell he would.

--*--

Nikia sighed, reluctantly emerging from the hot spring. The usual warmth had a cold bite to it, the stone floor chilled from the nonstop blizzard that had plagued the mountain for three days now and didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. The extra rooms in the lodge had been sealed until the Snowmelt Festival in January. The windows shuddered. Extra wood lined her enclosed porch and the entryway. Even her pantry and cold storage had been stocked ahead of time. The traditional tree sitting in the corner, decorated with lights, childhood ornaments, and candies. The tree slowly growing fruit that hung heavy between the branches.

The benefit of knowing well in advance that there would be rough weather for some time.

Nikia dried off and dressed in thick pajamas. Applying product to her hair before leaving the bathroom. Glancing up where the upper level looked down to the main floor. A thick tapestry pulled taut across the space to keep the warmth as centralized as possible. Even her preferred bedding had been moved from her usual room to the cushioned pit before the fireplace.

Sure, she could stay up there. Burrow into her blankets for hours on end. But the cold wouldn’t do her lungs any favors in her sleep and the constant onslaught outside didn’t make it any easier to conserve heat. She loved living here, but her body did not appreciate the below freezing temperatures.

Nikia stopped by the kitchen, pouring out a bowl of grits from the stove that had been left to simmer and a mug of warm milk. Then she parked herself right in front of the fireplace, her back and wings to the flames, as she ate. When she finished, her wings would still be wet, but no longer dripping. And then she can preen without flicking water everywhere.

She didn’t have to clean up every day in this weather, but the routine made her feel better anyway. And the absolute state her wings would be in if she didn’t wasn’t worth thinking about.

With no responsibilities, Nikia enjoyed taking time to herself in total isolation.

This, she mused putting away her dishes and taking a seat to begin tidying her feathers up in the firelight, is exactly why I love living all the way out here.

Total rest and relaxation.

--*--

Thatch scowled at docks, noting with irritation that visibility was low. Not a problem for a seasoned veteran on the Grand Line and a Yonko Commander to boot, but still annoying. He was strong enough and skilled enough to make it to Nikia’s lodge, but… he was beginning to understand why no one was interested in coming over here. The average person certainly wouldn’t make it in this weather.

But Thatch wasn’t average and he came prepared.

So, he threw back his shoulders and began the slow trek into the storm. Observation haki keeping him on track the entire time as he fought the howling wind and frigid snow. It didn’t take long for the chill to seep into his bones, past the many insulation layers and cautionary gear he’d donned. Thatch didn’t want to imagine how cold he’d be if he hadn’t secured local gear the first time he came.

His pack weighed heavily on his back as he struggled to not slip and fall. Snow rising and falling anywhere from his calves to his thighs. But still, he kept moving, aware that his odds of turning around weren’t very good. His tracks likely swallowed whole within moments.

About an hour in and Thatch begins to wonder if he had bitten off more than he could chew. It wasn’t like the walk was easy in good weather. The trails typically only had, at most, knee deep snow in some parts. Something about it being the flow path of the hot springs melting the ice above or something. But fuck him was this storm no joke!

His hands felt wooden and clumsy as he clenched them. His joints aching as he trudged onwards at a steady clip, grateful for his long stride. At timed the wind was at his back and nearly shoving him ahead but then it would switch and he’d be pelted with snow like tiny daggers seeking his eyes. He was thoroughly bullied by the weather and quietly wishing he had called ahead or maybe just waited for a break in the weather.

His body felt worn and slowly generating enough heat that he distantly wondered if he was entering the beginning stages of hypothermia. At the very least, he wasn’t compelled to strip yet, so there was that to be thankful for, he supposed. But he was god damned Thatch mother fucking Newgate!

He’d done too much stupid shit to be beaten by a blizzard! Even if it was nearly whiteout conditions! His haki worked just fine, thanks!

So fine, in fact, that he didn’t realize how dark it was getting. His senses growing fuzzy and weak as the light faded along with any hope of warmth from the sun. His eyes burned from the wind chill and he just closed them, trusting his instincts to guide him straight and not into a tree. The relief slight but notable.

It was fucking cold and only going to get colder from here on out.

Distantly, he was pleased and relieved to note how close he was to Nikia’s lodge. Enough that, if the weather had been clear, he could skip up to her front steps in barely any time at all. Would if he thought his legs could take the abuse on top of what they were already receiving. Snow caking his clothes and weighing him down further.

Light filtered through his closed eyelids and for a hysterical moment, Thatch wondered if he had somehow managed to walk all day and night in a blizzard. His eyes squinting open as he tried to focus on what was in front of him.

Thatch laughed, throat burning with the cold that froze his lungs.

It was her lodge. He’d made it—somehow.

If any of his family knew what he did, he’d be grounded to his bed for a year. Stupidest shit he’d done for a pretty girl in a very long time, that’s for sure.

Laughing hoarsely, Thatch stumbled and nearly face planted into the front steps. Scrambling with all the grace of an injured fawn to reach the front door. His fist banged on the wood, uncertain if it was unlocked or if his hands could even turn the handle.

There was a scramble of someone just barely audible over the storm. The door being thrown open and Thatch nearly wept as warmth poured over his beaten body.

Nikia stood, frozen. Cozy blue pajamas covering her from neck to ankles, thick socks on her feet. She looked flushed and clean, the picture of good health. Wings flared out in alarm as she looked him up and down in disbelief.

“H-Hee-ey bee-beautiful!” Thatch rasped from under layers of snow-covered gear.

Nikia jerked and pulled him in carefully. Her height growing as she nearly carried him into the threshold to shut the door.

“Thatch, what the fuck are you doing in this weather?!” Nikia hissed in worry, jerking off his clothes briskly, letting it all fall to the floor.

Thatch moved to stop her, worried that he’d get even colder before he even realized what he was doing. His frigid hands bumping against her warm skin like dead wood. He literally moaned when she cradled them in her hands, the heat from her body soaking his bones with relief. Nearly catatonic, Thatch didn’t say anything else as he was stripped down to his boxers and pulled to the fireplace. Warm blankets curled around his body as he shook violently.

“Shit, dude, what were you thinking?! We’ll try and warm you up slow, too fast and… we’re just going to take it slow, alright?” Nikia spoke gently, rubbing his shoulders through the blankets, encouraging him to sit against the cushions. Thatch nodded, though the motion was more like jerks of his chin. “Think you could eat? I’ve got grits on the stove. It’ll do you good to have something warm to eat.” She cooed, rubbing his cheeks as she studied his face.

Thatch could only consider her eyes. When they first met, he thought they were cold. Like frozen steel. Too pale a hue to be ocean blue but enough color that the edges sank into watercolor. Her expressions stilted and distant. But now here she was… holding him gently despite his stupidity. This close he could see how her brow furrowed in worry, lips pursed as she looked like she could cry.

Thatch licked his chapped lips and attempted to smile.

“Y-You kn-know, I h-heard body h-heat help-s b-bes-t.” Thatch mumbled and undeniable fondness washed over her features, lip quirking in amusement.

“After you eat something.” Nikia promised softly, pressing a soft kiss to his frosty nose. And then she was gone, off to the kitchen.

Thatch knew the direct heat from the fire was warmer without her blocking it, but still couldn’t help but feel colder without her. Clumsily, Thatch wriggled into a more comfortable position. Luxuriating in the waves of heat that washed over him, eyes nearly falling shut.

A soft, warm body slipped in beside him and Thatch jerked awake. Turning to find Nikia fishing out his hands from under the pile of blankets to hand him the bowl. He still shook, but the heat was a welcome gift as she steadied his hands. Helping him with every spoonful of homemade grits.

It was sweet, buttery with a perfect dash of cinnamon. Thick too, but not enough to stick in his sore throat. Bits of tart fruit almost melting on his tongue as he ate every bite. He was exhausted by the time the bowl was empty but a bit sad it was over with. The bowl now tepid in his much more stable hands.

Thatch whined a little when Nikia left, taking the empty bowl with her and returning with a cup of hot milk that he nearly drank in one swig. A perfect drink to wash down the grits. And then she was gone again and Thatch couldn’t take it anymore. He was completely wiped out, though he no longer shook violently. Every slow blink taking an eternity as he fought the urge to nod off.

There was a faint sound of wood clattering together and a renewed wave of heat. The shuffle of wet fabric.

Soft hands tugging him to lay down.

Even though it disturbed the pocket of warmth he was nestled in, Thatch didn’t complain when the blankets were gently peeled away to make room for a smaller body against his. His hands curling over her hips and shoulders as he buried his face into her vaguely damp hair.

“…mmm…” Thatch mumbled indistinctly.

“Yeah?” Nikia asked against his chest, her hands rubbing over his aching back.

“… I was worried about you all alone up here.” Thatch chuckled to himself. “Wanted to look after you… looks like you’re the one that ended up looking after me.” Thatch mused sleepily, listening to the blizzard beating the outside of the lodge and the quiet pop of the fireplace.

Thatch could feel her breath wash over his skin as he started to lose the battle against sleep. Her lips pressed over his heart as she sighed in his arms. Wings curling over him, casting him in darkness.

“Thank you… you’re a sweet but reckless man.” Thatch smiled, letting his eyes slide closed as sleep dragged him under. “You’re welcome any time but, really, you could have just called. Your voice is enough—”

And Thatch was out. His dreams sweet and filled with warmth. A soft, quiet woman chiding him playfully as the storm raged on. Feeling for all the world that there was nothing but them and this moment. Alone by the fire in each other’s arms. Safe and sound.

“—I always love to hear from you.”

#December Event 2023 #one piece #thatch one piece #thatch X OC

[wil-is-done]

Warm Hearts

Summary: Life can be as cold as death, if not for the warmth of the people around you.

Word Count: 3.479

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IMPORTANT NOTE: This is a repost. 

The voices. First, she heard voices. Warm, gentle voices. Not angry. Not vengeful. Not miserable. Not hers.

“Did it work?”

“It has to.”

“Norman, be careful.”

“Shh! She’s- she’s stirring…”

The light. Next, she saw light. Warm, blinding light. Too bright, almost. Her first instinct was to flee. Flee to where she belonged.

“Norman, don’t-!”

The touch. On her cold, numb hands. So warm. So achingly warm. Reminding her of the past. Of sunny days with Mommy. 

No. Can’t be.

Mommy?

Aggie opened her eyes. 

A familiar face. A familiar smile. Not Mommy’s, but just as warm. Just as happy. 

Norman sighed. Relieved. 

“Welcome back, Aggie.” 

-

Norman explained it all. Aggie understood some of it. Something happened because of a demon. The afterlife became a mess. The souls don’t know where to go. Some returned to earth, and turned bad. Or caused bad things. Sometimes by accident, sometimes not. Norman managed to save hers, somehow, and brought her back to life.

She’s alive again. She still couldn’t believe that. Norman said it’s okay. He’ll help her process. Him and his friends.

His friends. Norman has them now. Neil. Dipper. Mabel. Coraline. Wybie. Raz. Lili. The Mystery Kids. That’s what they called themselves. They deal with things like this. Things like her. 

She didn’t like them.

Norman must’ve noticed. He pulled her aside when they got the chance.

“You don’t trust them,” he said. Not an accusation. He’s simply saying it. “I understand. They’ll understand, too. All I want to say is that they are different. They’ll prove themselves to you. I can promise you that.” 

Aggie didn’t want to doubt Norman. But she couldn’t believe him either. “Prove themselves how?”

“In their own ways. Now, come on.” A gentle hand on her shoulder and a kind smile on his lips. Either felt like a dream. But this dream is real. “Let’s live.” 

-

Neil really likes food. Sweet, salty, spicy, hot, cold; doesn’t matter. He likes to eat them, he likes to make them, he likes to share them. Today, he made something called a ‘pizza’. And he wanted Aggie to try it. 

“I didn’t go too wild with it, since I know you’re still not used to food like this,” he reassured. “But this is going to blow your mind.”

Aggie frowned. It was red and yellow, and greasy, and carried a heavy scent. She had never seen anything like it before. It looked a little scary. 

“Here,” he continued, “have a slice. Fresh from the oven.”

Aggie wanted to decline. But Norman’s words rang. Gingerly, she picked up the slice. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened her mouth, and bit down. 

Her eyes flew open. It was an explosion of flavor. The warmth filled her mouth, and spread to the rest of her body. Never in her life did she imagine anything could taste like this. She liked it. 

Neil saw. He grinned from ear to ear. He looked so happy, simply from sharing food that he liked. 

“Did I win you over, or what!” 

Aggie nodded, sheepish. She didn’t know why she felt embarrassed. “You’re very happy.”

“‘Course I am! Good food only gets better when you share it with people. Right?”

Aggie wouldn’t know. But if Neil said so, if he looked this happy, then it must be true. 

-

Wybie is really good with technology. Really good at talking about them, too. Really bad at stopping, though. 

All Aggie wanted to know was why a lot of people like to carry these shiny boxes around. That was ten minutes ago. Wybie paused to breathe exactly three times. 

“And now we’re at the modern stage, where smartphones are a thing. These types of phones are even smaller than before, but the functionalities increased pretty much tenfold. Aside from calling and texting- oh! And because the internet is so prevalent, phones are pretty much obligated to be able to connect to it. And with that comes a whole host of…”

Strangely, Aggie couldn’t stop listening. His passion burned through. It felt real. Raw. She felt compelled, even though she didn’t understand a word he’s saying. 

Suddenly, the stream of words from his lips slowed, until it trickled to a stop.

“I… uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck. His cheeks turned red. “I… went off again, didn’t I?”

Aggie gave him a small smile. He shouldn’t feel embarrassed. “It’s okay. I… enjoyed it.” 

“You did?” Wybie looked confused, then suspicious. “You… you got what I was saying?”

“N-No, not quite.” A clipped chuckle left Aggie. “But I’m interested.”

Shunted several hundred years into the future, a lot of things in this new world scared Aggie. But hearing the way Wybie explained it, none of it sounded scary. It all suddenly sounded fascinating. He made it fascinating. 

“I want to learn more,” she said, in earnest. “Just talk slower. A lot slower.” 

Wybie laughed. She received an earnest look in return. “I’ll try.” 

-

Mabel makes a lot of very strange art. Very, very strange, wonderful art. Like a life-sized three-headed duck made from kitchen condiments. Or a dragon-unicorn-mermaid hybrid drawn on a cat’s belly. And now she wanted Aggie to make one as well.

“M-Me?”

“Yes!” Mabel dumped her entire collection of art supplies in front of Aggie. The sight was dizzying. “Take your pick and just go wild, girl!” 

Aggie bit her lip. Her mind raced. She reached for a brush, but stopped. She went for a crayon, but stopped again. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t think of anything like the wonderfully strange creations that Mabel made. Finally, she lowered her head in defeat.

“No. I can’t do it.”

Mabel frowned, and approached with gentle eyes. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t. I just can’t.” Aggie looked away. The embarrassment was too much. 

“Okay. I’m no Norman, but I’m a dang good listener. What’s eating you?”

Aggie sighed. She was right. Mabel was a kind soul. And a persistent one. 

“I- I can’t think of anything like the strange yet wonderful things that you made. Compared to you, what appears in my head is so… simple.”

Aggie heard Mabel gasp. “No, no, sweetie, you’re getting it all wrong!” Her hands were taken in by Mabel’s, and so did her gaze. “Art isn’t about following someone else. Art is about you!” 

Their joined hands moved, slowly, to press gently against Aggie’s chest. “What you like, what you think, what you feel; that’s art.” Mabel stepped back with a flourish, gesturing towards the mountain of art supplies. “Now. Do some proper art, and make it yours.”

Aggie nodded. Without hesitation, she picked her tools - a pencil, and a sheet of paper. She started with a line, then another, and another, and more. Shapes began to form. A smile grew on her lips. The rush of excitement filled her chest. The world fell away, until her creation was finished. 

A crude, lone, shady tree, standing on a hill, illuminated by a rising sun. 

A moment passed before she remembered Mabel was watching her.

“Um. What do you think?”

Mabel hugged her. So warm and kind.

“Beautiful. And yours.”

-

Lili cares a lot about plants. She keeps a small, beautiful garden not far from the Shack. She’d spend a lot of time there, sometimes for hours and hours on end. Aggie managed to catch glimpses over time. Sometimes, Lili would be maintaining the plants, trimming them, watering them. Other times, she’d simply sit there, petting them, even talking to them. What would prompt Lili, of all people, to do such things?

Today, the garden was empty, with Lili nowhere in sight. Aggie’s curiosity got the better of her. 

Before she knew it, she found herself in the center of the garden. It seemed… ordinary. Pretty, and warm, and quaint, but perfectly ordinary. She knelt by a small potted flower, a pretty blend of blue and white in color, cocking her head. Nothing about it seemed strange. Perhaps…

“Hello?”

“Hi.”

Ice ran down Aggie’s spine. She shot up her feet and spun around. Standing at the entrance was Lili, her expression blank, and scary. Really scary. 

“Oh, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to-!”

“You did.” 

Aggie’s mouth hung open, more excuses at the tip of her tongue, but in the end, she knew Lili was right. She clamped her mouth shut and stared at her shoes. “I… I deeply apologize.” 

She heard a sigh from Lili. “You don’t have anything to apologize for,” Lili said. “I never said no one else is allowed in. The others just assumed that. Which is nice of them.” 

Aggie relaxed. But that left the two standing in awkward silence. Lili made a noise, reaching for a watering can. 

“Here.” Lili handed her the watering can. “The little guy behind you needs some water. Just a sprinkle is enough.”

Aggie nodded stiffly. She turned around, Lili doing the same, tending to her own corner of the garden. In the silence, not long after, Aggie heard soft mutters coming from behind her. A peek confirmed her suspicion. Lili’s speaking to the plants. Curiosity overtook her once again. 

“Why do you do that?” The question froze Lili. When she turned, her eyes demanded an elaboration. “Petting them. Talking to them.”

The silence lingered. Aggie considered dropping the question, apologizing, then promptly leaving. But she never got the chance. 

“Because they like it.”

Aggie didn’t expect an answer like that. “They do?”

Lili shrugged. “Of course. They’re alive too, aren’t they?” Her eyes drifted towards a blooming orchid, soft and warm, as she caressed one of its petals. “Don’t you like it when someone talks to you, and shows you they love you?”

Aggie stared in silence. She does. She really, truly does.

Her attention returned to the potted flower. She knelt down, sprinkling water like she was told, gently patted the bud with the tip of her finger.

“Hello there. Grow big and strong, okay?”

Sheepishly, she stole a peek behind her. Lili was watching her with a warm smile. 

“He said, thank you. And he will.”

-

Dipper knows so much about so many things. It must be because he was rarely seen without a book in his hands. A part of Aggie was curious about those books. Sometimes, the desire to give them a read would strike her. But the books looked so thick, so intimidating. And seeing how attached Dipper was to them, Aggie doubted he would ever part with them. 

Norman encouraged her to at least ask Dipper about it. So she did. She would never forget the way Dipper’s face instantly lit up. 

The next morning, Aggie was accosted by Dipper right outside of her room. She found herself sat on a desk, staring at a blackboard, before she could process what was happening. 

Dipper stood beside the blackboard. He started speaking. About grades, about textbooks, about courses. It all dissolved into incomprehensible noises. Aggie didn’t know he’s saying, but she knew what was happening. She remembered it all. From before. 

Her attention focusing on everything but the lesson. The words on the blackboard not making sense. The sister screaming at her, even though she tried, she really tried, but nothing was getting through, and she could feel her eyes getting hot, and-

“Aggie?”

She gasped. The sister only ever called her Agatha. And the sister wasn’t here. Dipper was the speaker. 

“Is everything okay? Do you need me to repeat something?” he asked, frowning. 

Aggie blew a sigh. She should speak her mind more. She needed to tell the truth.

“I tried learning like this. Before.” She lowered her eyes to the fisted palms on her lap. “I was terrible at it.” 

The silence was stifling, and mercifully short. “Okay,” he said. “Thank you for telling me.” 

Aggie heard books closing. She heard the blackboard getting erased. But she never heard footsteps growing distant. 

“If this curriculum doesn’t suit you, I can adjust it. If the method doesn’t suit you, I’ll change it. I’ll rebuild the entire system from the ground up if I have to.” 

Aggie looked up. Dipper never left. 

“You- you’d do all that for me?”

“The most important thing is that you want to learn.” Dipper smiled. “The absolute worst thing I can do is snuff out that light.” 

Aggie opened her mouth. She should say something. But there was too many things to say.

“Well? You want to learn, don’t you?”

Aggie nodded, beaming until her cheeks hurt. “Yes.”

“Then I’ll be your teacher, every step of the way.” 

-

Raz always knows how to have fun. No matter the place nor the time, he’d always find some joy in a situation. If not, then he’d simply make it himself. Often in ways Aggie never expected to be possible. Like now, for instance. 

Norman said Aggie had to go somewhere so she can be registered for… something. Raz popped out of nowhere and asked if he could tag along. Norman was hesitant, but allowed him to come. 

Halfway through the trip, rain began to pour. When they reached their destination - a drab, yet imposing, stark white building - they were soaked, and Aggie hated it. Norman told her and Raz to stay in the waiting room while he went ahead to sort things out.

The room was as drab and cold and boring as they come. The rhythmic patter of the rain against the window nearly lulled Aggie to sleep, if not for Raz suddenly speaking up.

“Who do you think is gonna win? My money’s on the top left one.” 

Aggie shook her head. She followed Raz’s eyes, but all she could tell was that he was looking at the window. “What are you looking at?”

“Only the best race ever.” Raz glanced her way with a grin. 

Aggie looked out the window again. All she saw was an empty, drenched street. “I don’t see anyone racing outside.”

“Not a people race.” Raz rolled his eyes, still wearing that playful grin. “A raindrop race!”

Aggie blinked. 

“Rain… drop?”

“Yep. You pick a drop on the top of the window, and if your drop hits the bottom first, you win! Simplest thing in the world. It really works best with two or more players, though.” Raz waggled his eyebrows. “Whaddya say? Want a piece of the action?”

She supposed she had nothing else to do. “I’ll try it. You can pick any drop?”

“As long as it’s on the top. No cheating now.” 

Her eyes scanned the window. One particular drop near the center drew her attention for some reason. “That one.” 

“Alright!” Raz rubbed his hands together. “Let us see if you have chosen wisely.” 

And the chosen raindrops were off. They were neck-and-neck off the start, gaining speed as more droplets were absorbed. The race was close, until halfway through, when Aggie’s drop began to veer left, letting Raz’s drop speed ahead. But that lead didn’t last long. Only inches away from the finish, Raz’s drop came to a dead stop. Aggie’s drop quickly closed in. Raz’s drop began to move again, but it was already too late. Within split seconds of each other, Aggie’s drop took the lead and crossed the finish line. 

“Agh, second place! So close!” Raz groaned, and laughed. “Hey, you got a knack for this game.” 

Aggie laughed too. What a ridiculous thing to have a knack for. “It’s just a guessing game.”

“Yeah, it’s kinda dumb, but it’s still fun!”

“That, I have to agree with.” Aggie nodded. She never expected it to be as fun as it was. The room felt warmer, somehow. 

Raz has that glint in his eye. “Round two?”

“One more.” 

And the second round was underway, with Aggie winning once more. The third round goes to Raz. The fourth round was a tie, but Raz swore his drop won by a split second. Fifth and sixth were Raz’s hot winning streak, but Aggie put a stop to that with the seventh round. The eight round was just heating up when Norman returned. 

“Welp, looks like time’s up.”

“No! I was absolutely going to win that one!” 

“Sure you are.” Raz scoffed.

Aggie stuck her tongue out in retaliation. “You’re just jealous I’m so much better at this than you.”

They fixed the other with death glares, before immediately collapsing into a mess of giggles. 

“Tiebreaker when you get back?”

“Absolutely.” 

-

Coraline made being brave look so easy. When Aggie’s temper got the better of her, she faced her without so much as a flinch. When Aggie lost control, she was the first to jump into the fray. The others have nothing but praise when it comes to Coraline’s bravery. They each have their own tale to share of how fearless she is.  

Coraline wouldn’t be paralyzed at the thought of stepping onto a stage. Unlike Aggie.

The time ticked closer. The opening speech would conclude soon, and she would be ushered on stage. Cold sweat ran down her neck like a downpour. Her skirt was a rumpled mess because she was clutching it so hard. 

“Hey.” 

Aggie shrieked like a banshee. Coraline blinked, but was kind enough to wear a smile. 

“You look peachy.” 

Aggie sighed, tension loosening. She tried to smooth out her dress, to limited success. “I might need a costume change if this continues.”

Coraline stepped up next to her. She looked stunning in her suit. “You do know you can just stand there, right?” she asked. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. Raz got that part covered.” 

“I know. I keep telling myself that. It doesn’t soothe me in the slightest.” 

Coraline hummed, thinking, studying Aggie. “If it’s really too much for you, I can call it off.”

“No! This event is important. The worlds need to know the lost souls aren’t dangerous. I just…” Aggie paused, shyly stealing a glance in Coraline’s direction. “I wish I can be fearless, like you.” 

Aggie didn’t expect silence, followed by a long, drawn out sigh. “Oh, boy,” Coraline groaned. “Got that from the others, didja?”

She did, so she simply nodded.

Another sigh. “Do me a favor and put that thought in the trash where it belongs.” 

Aggie made a shocked, choked noise. Coraline must have heard. 

“Surprised? This is worse than I thought.” Coraline stared ahead. For a moment, her seasoned mind took her elsewhere. “Fear is important. If I really am fearless, none of us would be alive right now.” 

Aggie turned to look at Coraline. Really look at Coraline. Nothing about how she walked, how she talked, how she carried herself suggested she ever knew fear.

“You get scared?”

“Only all the time.”

Coraline met Aggie’s gaze, and Aggie could see it now. The burden. The exhaustion. The fire, still burning, still warm, despite what she’s been through.

“Listen. Being brave doesn’t mean you aren’t scared. Being brave means you are scared, really scared, badly scared, and you do what you have to do anyway.” 

Aggie looked ahead, at the stage. The speech had just concluded. The crowd broke into polite applause. They would soon be called upon. She could feel Coraline glancing her way. 

“What’s the final verdict?”

Aggie smoothed her dress, thinned her lips, and stood a bit taller.

“I will do it.” 

-

The rest of the night proceeded smoothly. The Mystery Kids’ presentation was met with a warm reception. Aggie even managed to find the courage to speak a few words, thanks to Coraline. She still needed to sit down afterwards, though.

She didn’t have much time for herself. Her words piqued people’s interest, and they approached her. They complimented her dress, lovingly designed by Mabel. They complimented the flower tucked neatly in her hair, expertly chosen by Lili. The conversation continued, with Aggie trying her best to follow, until the topic of the supernatural reared its head. Everything she learned from Dipper flowed forth. They made their farewells looking rather impressed.

When her stomach rumbled, Neil was by her side, ready to point her towards the best dish in the buffet. When it’s time for pictures, she snagged a few pictures herself with her phone, thanks to Wybie teaching her how. When the party naturally slowed, she entertained herself with watching the aquarium, making up silly conversations between the fishes with Raz. 

The event came to its eventual conclusion. It was time to return home.

As Aggie, and the Mystery Kids, exited the building, Norman approached her with her coat. For once, Aggie declined. 

Norman tilted his head. “I thought you don’t like the cold.” 

Aggie casted her gaze at the people around her. At Neil, Wybie, Mabel, Lili, Dipper, Raz, and Coraline. Each and every one, a kind soul. A warm soul, with warm eyes, warm smiles, and warm hearts. 

“I have all the warmth that I need.” 

-

This fic was commissioned by @/rarsonic, who wanted some fluffy Aggie interactions with the rest of the MK. This gave me way more trouble than I thought it would. It’s been a long, long while since I wrote anything with Aggie in it. I think the rustiness definitely showed. I also went way, way overboard than what was asked of me, but honestly, I don’t mind at all. I needed the practice, so let’s call this one on the house. 

Anyway, thanks for reading, and I hope you liked it.

#mystery kids #paranorman #coraline #gravity falls #psychonauts #agatha prenderghast #norman babcock #neil downe #coraline jones #wybie lovat #dipper pines #mabel pines #razputin aquato #lili zanotto

[adventures-in-asexuality]

okay, you KNOW I'm going to ask about the sequel to sugawara no michizane fic and also the inexplicable fragment of an SBR fic (also got jumpscared by "queenie yanqing" because for a hot second I believed that this was somehow something I had written and then wiped from my memory; I am aware this makes no sense)

the inexplicable fragment of an SBR fic really is just that: looking at it, I was clearly aiming for a mood about Johnny's relationship with touch and how that's changed and hasn't changed post-accident. The idea is still fresh and there, but I never quite found a plot to put it on, and I'm really bad at writing small scenes without them seeming unfinished.

(and yes, the queenie yanqing wasn't something you wrote - I don't remember why you wanted yanqing, and why I have a canon-divergence and a modern-au yanqing in my drafts, but clearly something was happening there!)

the sequel to sugawara no michizane fic was going to be about DIU; I never got very far with it, but I don't dislike what I did write. Here you go, here's an excerpt (bracketed sections and all, under a cut because formatting is long)

It’s a bright sunny morning when they get the call. The windows are open, letting in the smell of [JAPANESE PLANTS HERE PLEASE]; the cat is stretched out in the biggest patch of sunlight, and Holly is sitting next to the cat, drinking her tea and petting it absent-mindedly. Kakyoin is draped along the windowsill, occasionally teasing the cat with one of his branches. The phone rings.  Holly jumps up, tugging Kakyoin after her, and the cat stalks off, affronted. “Hello?” Holly’s not sure who would be calling her right now; it’s probably nothing urgent. Maybe [SHINTO PRIEST NAME] has found a new Stand-related text; they’ve been passing what information they have back and forth over an endless procession of teas and meals. Jotaro’s voice on the other end, gruff and tired. “We found a ghost. You should come down.” So it isn’t nothing, then.  “Where are you?” Holly asks. She wants to ask how he is, what he’s been doing, if he’s alright, if he’s happy - but that’s not important; if he wanted her to know, he’d call more often. Right now, he needs her, and she needs to know where to go.  “Morioh,” Jotaro says.  Holly thinks for a moment, sure that the name rings a bell. Morioh - it’s associated with a feeling of stress (but isn’t that true for half the places Holly’s ever known?), some sort of embarrassment, the kind of anxiety that she’d direct at Jotaro if he wouldn’t disappear to the other side of the world at the very thought of it-- Ah. Yes. Holly remembers Morioh: it’s where Josuke lives.

(ask game)

[theartofimagining13]

REQUESTED BY: @clockgirl94​ (Dialogue 19 | Sunny weather | First person | Cate Blanchett)

AMBIENCE: Sunny Day/Nature Ambience

WRITTEN BY: A.Wölf.

NOTES: I really don’t know where this came from but i’m proud of it so i’mma call it “creepy erotica”. AHAHAH! There’s a brief pov change. Also, let’s not forget this is fiction and Cate is just portraying this crazy character I just came up with.

Being Cate’s assistant was a 24/7 job.

She had recently asked me to move in with her and God forbid you disturbed the queen before 11am. So I was very surprised, startled even, to learn that she was awake when I sneaked into the house after celebrating a friend’s birthday till sunrise. I took my heels off not to make any noise and basically tiptoed my way through the living room when I heard her voice.

“Did you have fun?”

I froze and my heart almost leaped out of my chest, while my head snapped towards the kitchen where I could see her sitting at the table, looking at me. I took a deep breath and tried to ease my nerves while I exhaled before I joined her.

“What are you doing up, Cate?”

She smiled at me but I could see that she was upset. She reached for the pack of cigarettes on the table and lit one up, and she didn’t answer until she had taken the first drag on it.

“You know I can’t sleep when you’re gone.”

“I told you yesterday that I was going out.”

“Yes but you never said you wouldn’t come home.” She cocked her head. “I was... worried.”

That was the thing about Cate; she could be so discreetly manipulative.

“Well, I’m here now and you’re up so, would you like some breakfast?”

“Why don’t you…” She began as she stood up and got closer to me, “let me take care of you for a change? You must be very tired.”

I don’t know how she did it, but even though her words seemed kind, she gave every single one a certain undertone that made me feel like I was in so much trouble. Cate wasn’t the type of woman who would raise her voice when mad but she’d always find other ways to disarm you. She inched closer to me and gently grabbed my chin in a motherly manner.

“Have a bath while I make breakfast.”

“I was thinking that perhaps we could go shopping.” She announced. “It’s a lovely day.”

And there I was, doing exactly what she wanted, in a robe and with my hair still wet while she sifted a perfect amount of powdered sugar on top of my French toast like a perfect wife from the 60s. I watched as she poured coffee into the empty cup in front of me and dragged a chair to sit next to me. She grabbed my fork and knife and cut a piece of my French toast along with a strawberry and tried to feed it to me. I stared at her with a bit of disbelief but just did what she wanted, and she looked at me the whole time waiting for my reaction.

“Oh my god... It’s very good.” I wasn’t lying. She smiled while I finished chewing and I looked her in the eye. “Cate, I’d love to go shopping but I thought you said I’d had the evening off today, and I have a date, remember?”

“Oh…” Her smile faded. “The… theater boy. Right.” She said while forcing a smile. She looked at the floor briefly then back into my eyes. She suddenly touched my forehead. “But, darling, you don’t look so good. Do you feel alright? You are very hot. You’re not coming down with something for staying out all night, are you?”

“Cate… cate!” I said as I grabbed her wrists to stop her. “I’m fine.” I knew she wouldn’t stop trying to make me feel guilty for not spending the night here in her own demure way. “Just…” I carried on as I gently placed her hand on her lap, “…have breakfast with me. I’ll cancel my date so we can go shopping.”

And just like that she was in a good mood again. She sat across from me and smiled at me.

“Good girl.”

I lost count of the many times I had to re-schedule that date because of Cate, but she was my boss and she paid me well, so I endured.

I had just gotten out of the shower and I was sitting in front of my vanity to start getting ready when she appeared on my door.

“What time is your date?” She asked.

“He’s supposed to pick me up in two hours.”

I saw her reflection on my mirror and watched her walking towards me. She grabbed my brush and started brushing my hair in silence.

“I know I can be difficult sometimes…” she began after a while, “…but I only ask so much of you because you’re actually good at your job.”

I smiled at her strange form of apology and let her do my hair.

When I was about to leave the house, I saw Cate watching TV in the living room with a glass of wine.

“Don’t wait up for me.” I warned.

She gave me a tired smile.

“I won’t.”

I walked out into the porch, headed towards the fancy car my date had picked me up in.

As soon as her assistant shut the door behind her, Cate got up from the couch and carefully peeked through the curtains to spy on her. She saw the young man getting out of the car and opening the passenger door for her. The grin on her face made Cate’s blood boil to the point where she gripped her glass so tight, it exploded in her hand and she began to bleed.

I don’t know what was wrong with me but even though this man had taken me to a very beautiful restaurant and was being a complete gentleman, all I could think of was Cate. I was irrationally worried about her so I wasn’t having fun, but then I tried to shake the thoughts away because I deserved to have a life outside of work and Cate had become so utterly consuming lately. But I was relieved when the date was coming to an end. I didn’t even let this man kiss me when he dropped me off because I couldn’t wait to get home to Cate.

When I walked in, all the lights were off so I knew she had kept her promise and went to bed. But still, there was something I needed to do. I went upstairs and her bedroom door was open so I let myself in and saw her in her nightgown, on her enormous bed sleeping on her side, with her back to me. I don’t know what came over me but I lied next to her and put my left hand on her bare shoulder.

“Cate, I’m home.” I whispered. “I just wanted you to know.”

She stirred and hummed, and then placed one hand above mine, and I noticed that she had a bloodied bandage wrapped around it, so I held it up to get a good look.

“What happened here?”

“A little accident with the wine. Don’t worry. I’m fine.” She said in a sleepy voice.

It hit me. It finally dawned in on me. This strange behavior of hers and my inexplicable need to please her all the time.

“Cate…” I murmured.

“Hmm?”

My heart was racing like never before, but she needed to hear this.

“You were all I could think of tonight.”

I felt her stiffening against me for a second but then she turned slightly to look into my eyes. Cate placed her right hand on my cheek and I slowly leaned in as did she. When our lips touched I felt a tingling sensation all over my body that no man had ever made me feel before. So, I deepened the kiss but Cate rolled on top of me with a type of hunger I could never describe.

But this hunger of hers... I felt just as deeply.

#Thanks for your request <3 #Cate Blanchett #Prompt list requests #OH MY

[ayellowcurtain]

Some more alpha!Sander and omega!Robbe for @lucidpantone

-

Sander decides to finally force himself to open his eyes. He could very well sleep more, but he’s making a grumpy decision not to. The bed is empty and it has been for a while. Robbe is too happy, living a dream life and Sander can’t allow himself to waste time oversleeping. Sander smiles thinking about a wild Robbe exploring nature like it’s something new as he turns to lie on his back and stretch his whole body. Fuck! Sander loves Robbe so much it’s overwhelmingly good sometimes. He never thought this feeling belonged to him. They finally had the time to get away from everyone, from every noise and hide, just the two of them. Sander tries to tame so much of him on his daily, socially acceptable life, and it’s stupid how he feels free here, in the wild, just with Robbe around. Sander knows him inside out, and when they’re in nature, most of the walls are down because there’s no sign, or smell, or memory of a broken society keeping him on a leash.

A small but noticeable enough rock crosses the open window and hits the sheet on his shin. He rolls his eyes, and sits up, pushing the sheets away from him so he can get up already.

“You really can’t live without me…” He thinks out loud, ripping his underwear from the bed to put it back on as he drags his feet across the tiny cabin they rented to go outside, finally meeting a sunny, happy, already sunburned Robbe.

“Hello, you! Good morning…” Robbe looks at the sky, the sun burning bright right at the top with no clouds to bother, “I think afternoon is more fitting.”

Sander nods his head, barely able to open his eyes still, walking down the few steps until his bare foot reaches the soft grass. It’s a burning hot day, but there’s a soft breeze that makes it bearable outside.

“Where were you?”

Robbe smells like fresh, cold water, and his heart is beating fast, all clues about his whereabouts. Sander woke up a few hours ago when Robbe left. He couldn’t smell him, or hear his heartbeat, or feel his emotions for a long time, making it hard to fall back asleep but he did eventually, when Robbe was calmer, and Sander could now picture him just floating in some calm river water.

“Went to take a cold shower in the waterfall. It was freezing cold! But it was nice once I got used to it.”

Sander snorts, feeling the shivers down his body just thinking about it. He would never go skinny dipping so early and to meet a freezing cold water, but this is one of a million good parts about having a forever, root deep connection to his Robbe. He doesn’t have to go skinny dipping in a waterfall, he doesn’t have to force himself to like it either. It’s more than enough for him that Robbe went by himself, and enjoyed as much as he wanted to. It’s hard to explain a feeling that’s so raw and deep inside of him. But somehow, he and Robbe are two different, independent people who are deeply dependent on each other, connected to the core of their beings, in constant need to be close, together to make everything better, more real and honest and light.

“Of course you went to an unknown waterfall in the early hours of the day, by yourself.” Sander holds both ends of the towel around Robbe’s neck, pulling him closer, happy to receive some of his freezing temperature for once. “Was it as good as people say it is?”

Robbe nods his head, wrapping his arms tightly around Sander’s waist, making him contract his whole body and shiver.

“Fuck me!” Sander curses under the quick breath he just missed, still unable to push Robbe away, even if he’s painfully cold.

“Any time.” Robbe whispers, kissing him.

“Liar.”

“Like you would like to change the dynamic here.”

“Like you would like to change the dynamic here.”

“Never.”

“Good.” Robbe laughs wholeheartedly, and Sander softly kisses his whole face, hugging him tight, fuck the cold. Robbe’s smile is, by far, the most beautiful, innocent, real smile to ever exist. Sander quietly draws the soft lines that frame his perfect smile. Sander will happily make him warmer any day.

“Did you have a good night of sleep?” Sander nods his head, burying his face against Robbe’s neck. He can’t remember the last time he had a bad night of sleep.

“What do you want for breakfast?”

Sander looks at Robbe, how he’s pressing his lips together, humming as he thinks and Sander kisses him softly again just because he can.

“You’ll cook breakfast for me?”

Sander rolls his eyes. He’s not the best cook, he’s a good enough cook, maybe. But he likes to spoil this small, lean, soft hearted, with an easy smile omega.

“Yes, Robin.”

Robbe decides for some pancakes with the weirdest toppings and some fresh fruits they can enjoy now that they’re out here, surrounded by nature, with countless fruit trees around to complete their breakfast. He made some coffee before leaving for his city-boy-in-the-wild early morning adventures - very strong and no sugar, just how Sander likes it but they can stay outside for another minute.

Robbe’s body is still adjusting his temperature from the ice cold swim he had, and Sander holds him tight in his arms, closing his eyes, thinking he could easily sleep another hour or two.

“When we get older, can we live somewhere like this?”

Sander opens his eyes after a minute of rest, blinking a few times to adjust to the bright day light again. He looks around, well aware of how far away the last gas station was before they got here. No internet, very little signal for phone calls…

“Would you like to live in the wild like this?” Sander asks. The freedom of being away from any other human is very much his type of place but he’s not sure about not being able to order food, about having to bike miles and miles to get to anything at a tiny convenience store, no smart tv with countless old movies for them to watch in HD…

“I think it would be nice.”

Sander tries to focus his thoughts only on the pros and not the cons. He thinks about not needing much clothes, thinks about a fresh Robbe coming to wake him up every morning with the tips of his hair still ice cold wet from his early morning river swims…He could easily, easily get used to those parts. And he thinks about not having to hold himself back, about being a full alpha whenever he can or feels like it, and he knows Robbe would be a lot more comfortable to be his softest omega too. Just the thought and the picture that instantly forms in his brain makes him shiver, and Robbe looks over his shoulder, probably meeting a dazed Sander trying to calm himself down.

“What?”

“What what?” Sander replies, kissing him teasingly, sneaking one hand up Robbe’s torso, reaching his neck, squeezing a little when he holds Robbe’s sharp jaw, deepening the kiss.

“You were thinking something…” Robbe whispers, out of breath when they stop kissing for a second, just brushing their lips together.

“Always.” Sander purrs, creating a line with the tip of his nose until he reaches Robbe’s ear, whispering, “Breakfast can wait. You’re going back to bed right now.”

Robbe doesn’t need to hear another word. It took him a second because he was still recovering from their breathtaking kiss but they’re back to reading each other and Robbe moves graciously on his tiptoes, circling around Sander, leaving him behind as Robbe dries his hair a little more with the towel, going back straight to the bedroom. Maybe Sander can live somewhere like this in the far, far future

#wtfock #sobbe #sobbe fic #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #robbe x sander

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. traveling iced coffee drinker honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag 😌

How are you this morning? I'm not sure if you guys have left Oklahoma or have already arrived in CA, but I hoped you guys had a safe flight! 😅 hopefully not much troubles during the TSA stuff.

I've read the fic before. I'm really not a big fan of dark Wanda lol I can't see her as evil, even after MoM, I can't see her as the villain. But I like the story! I like how you incorporated the stuff from the movie. Although, I did wonder back then if you were going to make a part 2.

Yeah I'm on wattpad, but not very much. The people I follow haven't posted much. But I found your stories on tumblr. I don't remember how though.

I'll give them a listen. Do you have a favorite album by Glass Animals?

For your questions about my crush, I should really say crushes ahahaha but they are from real life and tiktok. I think I have a tumblr crush too, but I'm not sure yet.

That's cute. I'm like your husband. When I was with my ex wife, I would always sing to her when I bring her breakfast. Or when I'm being silly.

Any big plans for the day when you're in CA?

-CuriousGeorge

Hello corn-punn!

Hahha it's funny that u used ice coffee drinker nickname today.. because this morning it was like 20 degree outside n i ordered cold brew with salted caramel foam . N i was so happy because it was so good.

So we woke up at 4am to get ready but my flight got delayed. It was supposed to be at 8am n it was delayed to 1h40minutes. The Oklahoma airport was surprisingly not that busy. I wrote a bit in flight but then fall asleep for like 20minutes.

Anyway, how r u? Hows ur day today? Sorry for the late reply..it was a very very busy day. Spent time with the family, been talking with the in laws n i finally got some time alone just now.

We got here like 10.40. N we got at my in laws at 1.15. Im so tired right now..

N the weather here is so much warmer but we brought mostly warm clothes, i can only pray it will be cold. I hv vbeen sneezing. I think it's because the extreme difference of the temperature. I was in 15 degree this morning n end up in 70ish sunny weather. N on christmas here it says it will 80 degree.. 😩😫

Haha yeah i got what u meant.. i never see her as villain either but not gonna like, dark wanda / scarlet witch is hot.. 😅🤣 n i love that kind of dark fic that has obsession or stalking or jealousy in it. I like movies like that too.

I dont think i would make pt. 2 for that fic.. i actually have another my own idea and i have 2 more requests of dark fics wanda. So i probably gonna scratch my own. Haha. Or atleast postpone mine for a while.

Ah i see. Im in wattpad too n i havent really update there.

I havent really listen to all their albums but i know some of my favorite songs which i think they r from different albums.

1. Gooey Rework

2. Gooey

3. Youth

4. Your Love (Déjà Vu) and this one inspired me an idea of a fic which i havent write it yet.😅

5. Tangerine (with Arlo Parks)

6. Hazey

Ouh about ur crush... interesting! It gets my attention! 🤭😆 okay, so currently u have a crush with multiple people? Or some of them r past crush?

Alsooooo... u have tumblr crush?? N what do u mean with u r not sure yet? Why? (Sorry for the rows of questions. U dont have to answer it if u dont want to. Didnt meant to cross the line or anything.)

Wow, u sound like a romantic person.. that's adorable.. i would prefer small gestures like that than any jewelry money can buy.. 😊

Since i answered this too late. Im just gonna tell u, how was my day whn i got here.

I bought lunch from the chinesse place near where i used to live before we went to my in laws (we used to live like 5 minutes away driving) then i have been talking n talking with the in laws. We catched up. N we went for dinner with the brothers, nephews,his parents n his mom's husband, one of the family friend also came to see us n joined the dinner. There were 12 of us. We had pizza but i ordered spicy wings and spaghetti meatballs. Was gonna order spumoni ice cream but i forgot.😒🙄 i was craving it.

I bet u r asleep now but feel free to leave me next questions? N i will reply as soon as i can.

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon answered #curious george anon

[sometimes-surveys]

24.

What do you like about the house you live in? - I love the layout of the house. I know people who are into modern design would absolutely hate it because it is very far from an "open concept" but that's why I love it. Doors upon doors upon doors, haha.

What’s the most cliche song you can think of right now? - Can a song be a cliche?

Name three of your favourite crepe toppings. - I've only had crepes one time, and it was a Polish dish that my husband's mom made. I just googled the name: Naleśniki. And we just ate them with syrup, and powdered sugar.

Do you watch How I Met Your Mother? What did you think of the ending? - I never watched that show.

Have you ever played paintball? Did you get hit? - I've never played paintball. Why would I want to play a game that involved basically wearing tactical gear and getting shot at? I remember I had a friend that went with her boyfriend and his friends once, and she showed me the bruises. No thank you.

Right now, are you too hot, too cold or just right? - I'm a little chilly, but mostly fine.

What was your favourite fairy tale when you were a kid? - I liked Hansel and Gretel.

How do you feel today? Tell me about it. - I can't really describe how I feel. My cousin who was in the hospital passed away yesterday. We hung out just two weeks ago. He's not much older than me, and it was really a shock. He was just such a light. Had such a good head on his shoulders, always made us laugh, and was just an overall amazing person. I'm angry because I feel he was cheated and I'm sad because I'll never see him again.

What’s the weather like today? - It's like 77F right now. It's a sunny day.

Do you ever use a laptop in bed? - Nah, I never do.

What were you doing in 2014? - Nothing special, I'm sure.

Are you wearing socks right now? What colour are they? - No.

What time are you taking this survey? - It's 1:12pm.

Have you ever eaten Caribbean food? - Yes.

Do you need to make any purchases soon, big or small? - Yeah, just some Halloween decorations for outside. I honestly don't feel like it, but keeping myself busy is just what I need right now. We're going with a haunted circus theme this year, or at least that's the plan.

What was the first movie you saw at the cinema? How old were you? - I can't remember the first movie I saw at the cinema, actually.

Do you feel hopeful for the future? - Not really. It's looking pretty bleak.

Where did you last fly to on a plane? - New York City.  

If you were going on a daytime date tomorrow, what would you wear? - A dress, maybe carry a sweater, and some Crocs to match. If it's chilly, I'd wear boots with tights under the dress.

Are your parents still together? If not, do you know why? - Yes, they're still together.

Have you ever been evicted? Why? - No, we've always rented from family, and they wouldn't dare throw us out. We've made improvements to the house and treat it with respect. I saw some Tiktok a little while ago, where this woman rented to family and it was absolutely disgusting. Like, first of all, how could you live like that regardless of who owns the house? There was trash and shit everywhere. And second of all, how could you do that to someone who is trying to help you out by renting to you? It's just so disrespectful.

Would you say you’re an organised person? - I'm pretty organized, yes. I mean, I don't have those clear acrylic bins for everything and anything, but I do declutter every now and then, and I make an effort to keep things neat. I can find anything within a minute, because there's a place for everything.

Have you ever worked as a manager or supervisor? - No. I wouldn't want to.

Do you eat at a table or on the couch? - We eat right in front of the television, on the couch, on TV trays like a good ol' American family. Haha, no seriously, we do, but it's because of other reasons. I hate eating noises and the television helps drown them out. There are some occasions we'll sit at the table, like if we have guests over or it's a birthday or anniversary dinner, but other than that, we eat in the living room and we like it.

Tell me something good about the last week of your life. - I mean, it was a normal week until Friday when I got the news my cousin was in the hospital. So, I guess the something good was that things were normal. I really have a hard time with change sometimes.

When was the last time you heard a siren? What kind? - I hear them all the time. I heard one this morning. We live pretty close to a fire station.

Do you like jogging? - Not at all.

What brand is your TV? - The one in the living room is LG and the one in the bedroom is a Samsung.

What was the last thing you voted for? - Some nonsense poll on Twitter, I'm sure.

Do you remember much from high school? - Academic wise? Not much. But I do have a lot of stories from those years. I'm 100% a different person than I was then but it’s always fun to reminisce. 

What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed awake? Why did you do it? - I'd have to say 48 hours, maybe longer. That was when I was a teenager. We were just thrashing at a friend's house over summer vacation, and were having a good time. More recently, was the start of this year when I went back to work after holiday vacation in January. I didn't sleep the night before going back to work, and I think it was like 37 hours before I finally got to sleep. I remember fighting the urge to nap when I got home, so I could sleep that night and ultimately reset my internal clock.

Do you live in the state/province/territory you were born in? - No.

What do you want to eat right now? - I'm about to go heat up some leftover pizza after this survey.

Have you ever been wrongfully accused of something? - Yep. The guy I dated before meeting my husband swore up and down that I was fucking one of my best guy friends. I mean, this was a friend who I had known since I was seven and always saw him as a brother. It’s unfortunate that I was manipulated into dropping my friend but that’s how toxic relationships are. I hope to one day try and make amends with my old friend. I don’t regret a lot in life, but I do regret choosing my ex over my friend. It would be cool to see him again, to at least set the record straight that it wasn’t anything he did that dissolved our friendship.

What are the five apps on your phone that you use most often? - Other than messages and email? Reddit, Tiktok, Amazon, Libby, and Target.

What’s one of the most useless things you’ve ever purchased? - I will 100% admit that my Squishmallow collection is absolutely useless. I buy them because they bring me joy, not because they're useful, though.

#survey #surveys

[personamendment]

Do you have freckles? Yes.

Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? Coffee, I take it black :D

What was the last song you listened to? Halsey - So Good.

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? Side.

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Actually, I never did :D

Do you prefer drawing or writing? Writing for sure.

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? One.

What’s your favorite band/artist? Can't name one, but my spotify contains mostly G-Eazy and Halsey songs.

When is your birthday? November 18.

How tall are you? About 1.71 cm.

What color are your eyes? Blue.

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? My mom, dad, sister and my deceased grandparents.

Fears? Failure, loneliness.

What’s your favorite color? Black or maybe red.

What’s your favorite season? Spring. I find summer very disturbing for me because of the heat, annoying flies.

Want any tattoos? What of? I already have one, but I think in the future I would like to have another one.

Want any piercings? Where? I did when I was 13 years old, but later I figured I don't need any piercings.

Who is the last person you texted? My fiance.

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? I never sorted my friends by categories. Now I consider my fiance as my best friend.

What/who do you miss? Colder weather.

How was your day today? Veeeery hot outside and inside :D

How much sleep did you get last night? 9 hours.

Do you believe in aliens? Maybe?

When was the last time you cried? Why? I don't remember.

What’s your favorite decade? 00's or 90's.

What are some seemingly childish things you like? I like being goofy, I get easily nervous if I don't get what I want.

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? Crossfire series by Sylvia Day. The books are very erotic, engaging and making you want that kind of connection with other human being.

What are you looking forward to in the near future? I really want for the weather to be colder here in Lithuania, because now I can't even breathe :D

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? Travel somewhere.

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? Nowhere, because at least in Europe, everywhere is too hot for me now :D

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? Closed.

What’s your favorite flower? Rose.

Do you prefer dogs or cats? Dogs.

Do you have any phobias? I'm afraid of birds :D

Do you stay up late? Not when I need to get up early in the morning.

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? Cloudy.

What’s your favorite cartoon? Tom and Jerry.

Do you have siblings? How many? One sister.

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? My fiance.

What do you need when you’re sad? Hug, tasty food, motivating words.

Have you memorized your phone number? Yeah.

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? We can only trust our lives with ourselves.

What does your last text say? Straight forward.

#aboutme #questions #june #summer

[lovemesomesurveys]

***For some reason I think Tumblr is messing up my format and if so, I'm sorry for that. It doesn't show all the formatting I did and I don't feel like going back through and doing it again, so... yeah. I'll post it anyway, but it's super annoying.***

Which season are you? by joybucket

Summer:

You love to swim! Sunshine on your shoulders makes you happy. You love it when you brighten someone's day. You are a good swimmer. You get heated in arguments often. You are fascinated by stars, sunrises, sunsets, and fireflies. You like to wear bright colors. Others would say that you shine. You would say that you shine. You are an outdoors person. You love camping. You like to drink fruit smoothies. If you were an animal, you think you might be a bird, dolphin, butterfly, or firefly. Score: 2.5

Fall

You are free like the wind. You want to be free-spirited, like a leaf dancing with the wind. <<< Yeah, I'd like to be. You love pumpkin spice. <<< If we're talking fragrance-wise. Not a fan of the taste at all. You look good in brown. Your mood changes frequently, just like the weather. If you were a tree, your leaves would be more than just one color, because you're a multi-faceted person. You are unique. You love to make others happy. <<< Definitely haven't been the best at that these past few months years…. You have an adventurous spirit, and you long to be free like the wind. <<< Ideally, yes. I wish I could do more, travel more, be more… You like to cuddle up and feel warm and cozy. You like apple pie. You are thankful for so many things. You enjoy spontaneity. Total: 6.5

Winter

You look good in white. You love to play in the snow! You are as unique as a snowflake. You like to cuddle up indoors. You like hot chocolate. You are a generally quiet and laidback person. You enjoy silence. You have caught a snowflake on your tongue. You have made a snow angel. You enjoy being home alone. You love to ski or snowboard. You like wearing sweaters. You have felt gloomy for days on end. Score: 7

Spring

You love the color pink! You enjoy flowers. You like to garden. You like to dance in the rain. You enjoy trying new things. You like pastel colors. You feel gloomy some days and sunny on others. You want to leave the past behind and start over new. You believe that each day is a new day, and everyone should have a chance to start again. You love floral scents. Your favorite flower is a tulip, peony, or lily. You enjoy listening to the birds sing. You enjoy singing. Total: 4.5

So… Which season are you? Winter. Fall is a very close second. I honestly thought Fall would be first, but it's like right up there. Both are my favorite seasons though, so I'm not surprised.

Final Questions

What is your favorite season? Fall and winter.

What season were you born in? I'm a summer baby, ha. I haaate summer.

What season's colors look best on you? I don't think I look good in anything, but fall and winter colors and vibes are my favorite.

What season is it now? It's springtime, but ugh it's already feeling like summer and I hate it.

Which season is your favorite holiday in? Fall and winter.

What are three things you like about spring? The pastel colors, rain, the weather when it doesn't feel like summer…

…and three things you hate about it? How it starts to feel like summer already where I live, the fact we're heading into a brutal summer soon, THE BUGS.

What are three things you like about summer? Beach trips/vacations, cold/refreshing drinks… that's it.

….and three things you hate? The miserable, brutal, long summer months. Everything besides what I listed previously, basically. Have you grasped my hatred for summer, yet? Ha.

What are three things you like about fall? The weather, ~spooky time~, the scents.

…and three things you hate? The mosquitoes… can't think of anything else at the moment. I love fall.

What are three things you like about winter? The weather, the holidays, the coziness.

…and three things you hate? Uh… really just the fact that it seems to go by too fast and soon enough the holidays are over and it's back to being hot and blah. I'd love to live somewhere with actual falls and winters that last a longer time.

If you're married, which season did you get married in?

If you're not married, which season do you want to get married in? I don't think about that stuff, I don't even see myself ever getting married. It's just not on my radar. I have a lot on my plate and things to think about/take care of, and marriage and relationships just don't make the list right now. No one would want to be with me right now anyway, let's be real. I don't need to burden anyone else.

Which season is your favorite to take pictures in? I don't like pictures of myself, especially with how I look right now. I avoid look at myself as much as possible. For aesthetic purposes and photos of other things, summer, fall, and winter pictures are nice. Like photos of the ocean, the pretty fall colors, snow capped mountains and Christmas-y photos…

List one favorite drink for each season. I've started getting into cold drinks like milkshakes and frappes, and even water (which generally I prefer room temp). I love warm drinks, though. It just really depends on my mood, time of day, and what I'm drinking more than what season it is.

List one favorite treat for each season. Again, it's more about what I'm in the mood for rather than what season it is. Although, cold drinks are more refreshing during hot months and warm drinks are more relaxing and soothing when it's cold, but I'll still have a milkshake in December and a hot coffee in July.

List one favorite holiday for each season. Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas.

What month were you born in? July.

What is your birthstone? Ruby.

What is your favorite color? Pastels, rose gold, sea foam green, coral, yellow.

Name three people who have the same birthday as you. I don't feel like looking that up.

I hope you have a lovely, colorful, exuberant day! :)

#personal #text #survey #surveys #seasonal #themed #categories

[erwinsvow]

𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

summary: uncle eren comes to visit.

warnings: step-cest, jealousy, manipulation, hints of verbal/emotional abuse + touch of dubcon to con, reader feels guilty, grinding/dry-humping, overstimulation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex

author's note: part two of sole salvation. i really hope everyone enjoys this! the warnings are just to be on the safe side as i do not want to accidentally trigger anyone, please feel free to message me if you want to ask about something before reading.

tagging @sangwoos-mom & @divine-delight :)

If Zeke didn’t want my interest to get piqued, Eren thinks to himself as he watches you stroll away, off to get him to a fresh cup of lemonade, he should have kept his mouth shut.

When his brother had mentioned his new fiancee had a daughter, Eren had supposed it would be some spoiled, bratty kid. After all, he had met your mother once before, and he didn’t think that kind of a woman could raise someone even remotely well-behaved.

So given that, he was more than pleasantly surprised the first time he met you. It was all a shock, from the almost angelic way you float down the stairs to greet him, your soft skin and sweet smile, to the genuine look in your eyes when you tell him that you’re glad to finally meet him.

He still doesn’t know what Zeke did to deserve you in his life, the taste in his mouth a touch too bitter when he watches the way you look at his brother, even when your mom is in the same room. It’s dreamy, as though there’s no better way to spend your time and nothing better to think about than your step-father.

It’s a little unfair, Eren thinks, that Zeke has a sweet, doting little thing head over heels for him. It’s a little unfair that Zeke waited so long to invite him over, to introduce him to you. Maybe it was brotherly instinct, maybe he knew that once Eren met you, he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else, just like it had been for Zeke.

Regardless of what it was, Eren knew one thing for certain. Sibling should always share.

It finally takes an unbearable conversation on the phone with your mother for an excuse, an opportunity to arise. The lie is taking hold in his head and spilling out of his mouth before he can even control it—“Yeah, the pipes burst and it’s just a mess, I called Zeke but his phone’s off- no, really? Just for the weekend, I promise- thank you, I’ll be over soon.”

His bag is packed and cock is twitching at the idea of getting you alone in that house, maybe when Zeke’s locked away in his office and your mother’s out shopping. It’s going to be a hot week, with almost intolerable heat, and he’s positive it’ll have you in revealing clothes (no doubt ones that his brother bought for you) and teensy swimsuits when you go for an afternoon swim.

That’s what he’s thinking of—the image of you soaked to the bone, wet hair and the thin, dripping material of your suit sticking to your skin—when he pulls into your driveway later that day.

It’s almost easy enough to miss the slight wobble in your steps, the way your clothes are just a little too wrinkled for someone that’s been sitting around the house all day.

But Eren notices it, of course, and doesn’t miss the way Zeke practically keeps one eye on you the entire day, no matter who he’s talking to, either.

Maybe if Eren was just a drop stupider, a bit less cunning, you and Zeke could get away with all of it, but he’s not. He thinks it’s his turn to have his fun with you.

Your mother’s even more intolerable than he remembers. He wonders how bad a family dinner could be, but this is much worse than he could have fathomed. It’s a whole host of things, like how she’s oblivious to the affair happening right under her nose and her small comments that have your lips trembling and eyes blinking away tears before they can fall.

Jeez. Eren had initially felt bad for himself, but he’s starting to wonder how you put up with it. Maybe fucking around with Zeke is your own way of getting revenge, payback for every ‘Why do you look so tired, it’s not like you’re the one working all day’ and ‘Don’t you have plans with friends, or are you just gonna bother your parents all day?’

By the time dinner ends, you’ve made your way to the kitchen almost automatically, putting away dishes and wiping counters without even being told, as Zeke gives your mother a cold, hard stare.

“Was all that really necessary?” his brother questions quietly, eyes fuming with anger yet still disguising his true reason for being upset.

“What?” your mother responds innocently, pretending as though she hadn’t said anything wrong. Eren watches the interaction carefully. He thinks it’d be better if he didn’t interject on a married couple’s little spat, but here he goes again, words out before he can control them. They’re spoken a bit louder than they needed to be, but he wants to make sure you hear them over the running water.

“I don’t know, she seems like a good girl to me, no? Maybe you should be easier on her.”

And a few feet away, in the kitchen, your heart skips a beat. Uncle Eren—who you’d only met once and heard about a handful of times, someone who doesn’t owe you anything, someone not even really related to you—defending you?

It was enough to make tears rush to your eyes again, a smile on your face as you rinse off the dishes.

Good girl. The words run through your head again, seemingly on repeat. They’re your two favorite words, enough to pick you up from the dark, sullen headspace you’re in as a result of your mother’s cruel phrases and Zeke’s stinging silence.

Zeke claims it’ll become too obvious, even to your clueless mother, if he always takes your side and speaks up for you, despite how much he wants to, he says. You’re so hopelessly gone, so devoted to him that you don’t think you have it in you to fight for it. The words he says when the two of you are alone, how he makes you feel and spoils you rotten makes up for it, right?

That’s what you’d been telling yourself all this time, but you’re not sure how much longer you can keep the act going. Does he think it’s easy to watch him walk into the bedroom he shares with your mother every night? To watch her kiss him goodbye, hold onto his arm in public, while you trail behind like a lost puppy?

It’s not actually revenge you’re aiming for, when you start greeting Eren in the morning brightly, walking straight on over to him in the living room rather than the kitchen where your step-father is. It’s closer to a plea for attention, like you’re waiting for Zeke to realize you can play at this game too.

Eren’s more than happy to indulge you, spending hours of the day beside you on the couch watching movies, or watering the lawn while you work on your garden, claiming that he just wants to help out around the house as much as he can. His weekend-long visit turns into a week, as the ‘good for nothing contractors are taking their sweet time.’

It’s terribly easy to make you believe every word he’s saying, with you even defending him when Zeke asks how much longer he’s planning on sticking around.

“He’s family,” you had argued valiantly, leaving your step-father with narrowed eyes and a tense jaw as he noticed Eren smiling behind you. For once, your mother had agreed with you, and Zeke was left with no choice.

It’s sunny and warm when Eren’s opportunity, the one he’s been waiting for patiently, appears. Your mother’s gone out again, this time to the salon, there’s that hour of time right after she’s left that you usually treasure, because you know there’s no chance she’ll be on her way back or call home.

It’s usually your favorite time of the day, when you know you can have Zeke all to yourself, and that’s what you’re thinking, when you hesitantly make your way to the door of his office.

Truly, you hadn’t meant to make Zeke angry, you just wanted to be there for Uncle Eren how he was there for you. You were ready to make up and forget about it now, dolled up in a new sundress that you hadn’t gotten a chance to wear yet. Zeke had bought it only weeks ago, before Uncle Eren’s sudden visit, and you thought he might like it if you wore it now.

Your hand has just reached the cool metal of the doorknob, just about to twist when you hear a ringing from inside the room, of Zeke’s phone going off.

You step back, knowing better than to interrupt one of his calls. You’re disheartened a little, mind wondering why he would schedule something when you and he both know this is your hour, your chance to be alone.

You make your way back downstairs, lingering on the last step and thinking about going back up in a few minutes, when Uncle Eren’s voice calls to you from the living room, making you jump a little.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, voice calm and quiet, a contrast to your thudding heart.

“That’s okay, Uncle Eren,” you say, and your head turns back to look in the direction of Zeke’s office inadvertently. “I was just-”

“Waiting for Daddy, huh?” Your lips part a little in surprise, confused by his implication. Though surely, Zeke wouldn’t have told Uncle Eren anything. No, he wouldn’t do that.

Right?

“I-I just needed to ask him something, but I think he’s on the phone with someone,” you say quietly, confused at Eren’s tone, the confidence with which he spoke those words, almost mockingly.

“Oh, yeah. He told me he’s busy all afternoon, something or other about work and a report-” Eren stops himself right when he notices your expression change, looking thoroughly upset that Zeke was busy when you were ripe for the taking. “He didn’t tell you about that?”

Fuel to the fire, maybe a bit too much, but Eren doesn’t care. Not as long as you keep it up, looking like a maimed little prey upon realizing that Daddy was too busy for you.

Yes, Eren was getting much better with the lying. It doesn’t even register to you to question his words, to go back up and double check, that Zeke might, in fact, be waiting for you to knock on his door at this very second.

Your feet find their way to the sofa, slumping down dejectedly, as Eren sits right next to you. It’s the way you two have been sitting for the past week, except he’s ready to take the risk. His hand finds your knee, thumb rubbing the soft skin as you let out a shaky breath, wiping away a stray tear.

“All afternoon?” comes your quiet voice, trembling at the mere notion that Zeke was upset with you. You hadn’t meant to take it this far, hadn’t thought he would be ignoring you just because you disagreed with something he said for the first time.

But your sadness is turning into something different when you look at the hungry, almost predatory way Uncle Eren is looking at you now.

“That’s what he said, sweetheart. Did you two have plans, or something?” It’s coming off nonchalant, or so he hopes, because every bone in his body is excited at the prospect before him, blood rushing to his hardening cock as he catches a glimpse of your exposed skin as you fiddle with the hem of your dress.

“N-no, I just… He always spends time with me when mom leaves. I just thought he would be free.”

It’s the sweet, lonely way you’re looking into his eyes, your own doe-like and watery, that tips him over the edge.

“Well, I can keep you company.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah, baby. A sweet thing like you shouldn’t be left all alone… it’s not right, well, at least to me.”

“Yeah?” Eren nods his head, line between his lies and the truth blurring suddenly as you inch closer and closer to him.

“I wouldn’t treat you like that, if you were mine, you know-” and he can’t finish his sentence, because your hands are on the collar of his shirt and you’re shifting onto his lap, and your lips are on each other.

It’s stupid, you know, to be so easily guided by a few choice words, putty in virtually anyone’s hands if they say the right things and make you feel seen and heard, but you can’t stop now.

Eren’s tongue is in your mouth, your lips practically glued together as you feel his hands go under the soft cotton of your dress, exploring the supple skin of your thighs. It’s not long before his hands find your ass, squeezing and groping as moan into his mouth.

A sharp slap to your ass makes you yelp, pulling away for just a second before Eren’s hand is on the back of your neck, guiding you into a kiss again. You moan again, louder, when his teeth bite down on your lip just a little bit, when Eren finally pulls away.

“Can’t be too loud, remember, sweetheart? Daddy’s busy upstairs,” he says, somehow knowing exactly what would rile you up. The words act like a little shock running through your system, making you even more eager for Eren’s touch.

“Don’t care-!” you mewl, head going fuzzy when you feel Eren’s hard cock grind against your core, waves of pleasure rushing through your body. You’re still, Eren’s hand coming up to cover your mouth as he continues his rocking movement, making you moan against his hand.

Your eyes roll back when Eren increases his speed, and it’s silly, how the barely-there contact is making you shake, the coil in your stomach tense and unwinding, when Eren stops completely.

You whine loudly, muffled some by his hand, but not entirely, causing Eren to spank you again.

“I thought you were a good girl, hm? Don’t get bratty on me now,” he says, though he thinks it went in one ear and out the other as you come down from your incomplete high.

“I want-I want you, Uncle Eren, now-!” Another whine, another spank. You cry out again, until the fourth slap—which leaves your ass sore already from Eren’s heavy-handedness—silences you.

“Sweetheart, stop misbehaving or you’re not gonna get anything, okay?” he coos, fingers finding your chin and directing your face to look him in the eyes. They’re lust-blown too, and his hardness is still evident underneath your body, but your body’s inclined to follow his rules, despite how badly you want to cum.

“Yes, Uncle Eren,” you say softly, your squirming body finally stopping. Eren’s fingers find their way to the thin straps of your sundress, pulling them until they rest on your shoulder and expose your neck and collar to him.

“Tell me something, baby, did you wear this for me? Or for him?” The very mention of Zeke makes your body stiffen, but you’re still desperate for more and eager to please Uncle Eren.

“For you,” you mumble, wanting to just bury your head in the crook of Eren’s neck and feel him inside you, though you know you won’t get what you want that easily.

“Me? I’m so honored,” he says, letting out a laugh at how your body shakes in anticipation but you stay completely still. He wonders if Zeke had to teach you to be this obedient, or if it just comes to you naturally.

He thinks it’s the latter when he rolls his hips quickly, watching you squirm and bite your lip hard to keep quiet, another rush of pleasure coursing through you, though it’s not nearly enough.

“It’s okay, baby, you’ve been good enough to me, haven’t you?” he asks, and you nod your head quickly. “You deserve to feel good, don’t you?” You nod again and let out a shaky breath when Eren moves your hips with his hands, finally giving you the much-needed pressure on your clit.

“Why don’t you cum for me, baby, just like this? Mmh?” You’re letting out little squeals at each contact, hips moving faster and faster as Eren lays back and lets you use his cock as a toy to grind against. His head falls back at how good it feels, though he won’t let himself cum until he’s inside you.

You’re close again, stomach tensing again and that familiar feeling gathering inside your chest, making you feel warm all over as you speed up.

The breaking point is when Eren’s hands come to your chest, pulling down your dress and exposing your tits to the cool air. His fingers pinch one while his mouth finds the other, and suddenly you can’t keep quiet no matter how hard you try, moans spilling out your mouth as well as repeated cries of Uncle Eren, that sound sweet as sugar to Eren.

It’s when Eren starts bucking his hips up too, that you finally cum, a bolt of pleasure running through your entire body as he keeps going. You’re not entirely sure what kind of noises you’re making—everything seems to be muted and fuzzy as repeated shocks make you shake, Eren’s firm grip on your tits being the only thing that’s grounding you.

When you finally come down, forcing yourself away from Eren’s lap and legs pressed tightly together to calm your oversensitive cunt, there’s a lecherous look in Eren’s eyes. It’s screaming to you, silently, how he’s not done with you yet.

“Aw, baby, look how fast you came just from a little bit of humping. Are you that desperate, bunny? Is Daddy not taking care of you?”

Your face feels like it might be on fire, blood and heat rushing at the same time and burning quickly with shame at the realization that Eren knew all along, that he’s been playing this little game with you since his arrival and you never, not once, had the upper hand.

He feels more predatory than ever before, spreading your legs despite how your legs ache and your core is burning—even if you wanted more, you don’t think you could take it—but it doesn’t seem like Eren cares.

“U-uncle Eren, we shouldn’t- h-he might-” you start, but are cut off as Eren presses a finger to your lips.

“Sweetheart, isn’t that a little unfair? If you get to cum, and I don’t? Be a good girl and spread for me,” he says, and you feel your body comply automatically.

Your back’s on the couch now, Eren hovering over you. All it would take is a few steps in this direction after coming down the stairs for someone to find you, but you can hardly care when Eren’s shoving your dress up, exposing your panties and shoving them to the side, your wetness on display for him.

“One day, baby, when Daddy’s not here, I’m gonna fuck you stupid with my tongue—just not today,” and the words go straight to your head. Your heart thuds uncomfortably in your chest every time he mentions Zeke, a sense of guilt washing over you and replacing the pleasure you feel, but you forget all about it when you see Eren undos his pants and take out his hardened cock.

It’s plainly wrong to compare it to Zeke’s, and though it might not be longer, it’s definitely thicker, not as pretty but covered in throbbing veins that you can’t even imagine feeling inside you.

Eren’s about to grant your wish, running his cockhead over your sensitive clit once, twice, and just as you're expecting a third, he pushes inside of you.

A strangled, loud moan escapes your lips before he can cover your mouth again. It’s agonizing, not being able to make a sound as your step-uncle fucks you into the couch, movements picking up and a steady pace filling the room with obscene noises. You can’t see where the two of you are connected, since your eyes are locked with Eren’s pretty green ones, but you know you’re making a mess.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, every thrust stretching you out, you think he’s ruined your cunt for anyone else—but that’s exactly what he wants.

It’s silent, save for the heavy patter of Eren’s balls against your ass with each thrust, the sound of his hips knocking with yours. He’s trying to keep his grunts silent, but it’s getting harder and harder with the way you’re clenching around him, so tight and wet and soft, he wonders what his brother did to deserve someone like you—he wonders why he doesn’t spend every minute inside you.

Your sensitive cunt tightens around him, knowing only another few strokes and grazes on your clit will be enough to tip you into your second orgasm. Your shaky hand finds Eren’s, pulling his wrist away from your face and meeting his lips again, releasing muffled moans into his mouth.

You know he’s close too, from the way his pace picks up, and you pull away just for a second, just to say three words.

“Please, Uncle Eren.”

And it’s enough to make his hips stutter, enough to uncoil the knot in your tense stomach and have your orgasm washing over you, as you feel Eren fill your cunt with his hot cum. Your lips are on each other, the lewd squelching of his slowing thrusts matching the small squeaks you release, until he finally pulls out and your panties snap back over your leaking cunt.

It’s hard to catch your breath, from your position laying down, feeling your tight hole throb and Eren’s cum spill out, probably onto the sofa seat. You adjust the top of your dress, covering your tits and pulling one strap up. When you’re fixing the skirt, you feel Eren’s hands pull the other strap onto your shoulder, hands lingering on your exposed skin.

You shy away from looking at him, despite how his cum is still inside you. It feels too intimate, almost, because a part of you thinks you were taken advantage of, and another part of you doesn’t ever want Eren to leave you.

Eren’s fingers find your chin, forcing you to look up and meet his gaze. You blink quickly, licking your swollen lips and biting the inside of your cheek nervously.

Neither of you speak, though you know what’s lingering in the air. You can tell he’s gotten what he wanted, and he’s going to leave, and yet you can’t stop yourself from speaking first, throat scratchy and dry and your words nothing more than a whisper.

“C-can I… did you- did you mean all those things you said? Before?”

And suddenly Eren understands everything, why you’re this way, why you need to be validated so badly, why his brother’s such a good match for you. He thinks he’d sacrifice anything too, like his marriage and a new life, just to make you happy.

“Of course I did, sweetheart. I meant every word of it.”

“Really?” There’s a soft smile on your lips, your eyes watery and he thinks it doesn’t have anything to do with how hard he fucked you.

“Yeah, I-”

“Well, what do we have here?” Zeke’s voice comes from behind you.

#... uh yeah <3 step uncle eren #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren yeager imagine #eren yeager smut #eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #eren smut #eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger imagine #eren jaeger x reader #aot #fics #tw step cest #tw dubcon

[sanzuslover]

replacement.

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warning: tr manga spoilers, death, angst, not proofread, this is short lol sorry.

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draken remembered when he once had looked at you as you brushed your hair, you had dyed it blonde…he didn’t think too much of it at first, but he wish he did.

how you smiled at him with so much joy and confidence, or so he thought. in reality you weren’t happy at all, hiding your sadness by wearing a fake smile that looked too real.

one time you were both out, on a date and he told you how beautiful you looked, you didn’t believe him but if only you knew that you actually did look beautiful.

how you would listen to that voice on the back of your head that only whispered mean, heartbreaking and all too painful things.

“he doesn’t actually like you”

“he’s only with you because he wants to forget about her”

“he still and will always love her”

“if he were to choose between you and em-”

stop…all you wanted was for that stupid little voice to stop and die. you couldn’t handle it anymore, it was so suffocating living like this.

so then, you decided to look more and more like her, if he dated you because of her then you might as well just look exactly like her, right?

draken didn’t think anything about it, he was so clueless in his own little world, even though you both have been together for 2 years he still doesn’t notice when something is wrong with you.

or maybe just maybe he ignores it…you rather not think like that. he has always been and acted like that, that was just him, who were you to judge?

right, who where you to him? you didn’t know. he told you, you were his “baby” and “sweetheart” but in reality you were just the replacement, you were her replacement.

you hated it, when he would look at you with those eyes, filled with absolutely nothing, they were dark and lifeless…almost as if she was the only one who could make them shine.

just two weeks before emma died it was a sunny afternoon and you had on a really cute strawberry dress and natural looking make up and your hair flowing with the wind.

you started blushing as your legs slightly started shaking and heart was beating so fast, you were so nervous and excited, draken side eyed you.

“huh?”

“…um draken-kun, i-i…i like you” you say looking up at him, you looked so beautiful.

“…oh”

he then chuckled and hugged you tightly, telling you, you were for sure any boy his age dream girl, basically he had friend-zoned you, ouch.

weeks passed and that’s when the incident happened, he looked so sad, you could see and feel he was hurt very bad.

when she had died, you and emma didn’t even know each other, yet—it felt as if you knew her your whole life, why you may ask? well.

maybe because of the way you would act around him, both shy and bold at the same time, with a childish personality but you tried to hide it by acting “grown”.

you kissed a toman member on the cheek once and draken didn’t even care, you thought that by doing so he would like you back, that he would beg and go after you.

oh boy, you were wrong. you and emma acted so alike it was scary. the way you and her seem as if you were sisters or best friends, even twins.

draken noticed it and decided to try and forget about emma by liking you but, he was wrong of course because how and why would he ever forget about her?

he loved her, he remembered when he once said those words at her funeral how ironic he thought, he never thought he would ever again say those 3 words but, now he did as he stood tall watching over your dead body with hot tears running and running down his face.

he did not just lose the girl he once loved but, you too which he of course loved too, if only you had realized that earlier and didn’t die with the idea that you were just the replacement.

if only he told you that he saw you for you and not emma, that you were wrong. the gods must hate him for doing this to him, again.

oh how guilty did draken feel when he watched you with your eyes closed, you never knew he loved you, did you? he decided to tell you, his throat was dry from all the crying.

“i loved y/n”.

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