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crappycamille · 9 months

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a/n: gasp, i actually wrote something. be easy on me okay, i haven’t done this in a while. just some fluffy conjecture tbh, although there is one suggestive line but that’s why all my stuff is 18+, minors dni please… enjoy <3

Bakugou Katsuki had never experienced touch.

Well, that’s not entirely true. He had been touched before: punched and hit by those desperately trying to escape his pursuit, clung to by those fearing for their life, gentle yet encouraging pats on the back from friends, loving but annoying pinches of the ear from his mother. He’s even been pawed at and caressed by lust-filled women that satisfy temporary needs. And even more dangerously, he’s been fondled by the promise of love disguised as lust… But never had Bakugou been touched.

At least until you.

The first time you touched Bakugou is a memory he will never forget. He was bone tired having worked an incredibly grueling month-long mission.

Instead of going home to catch up on much-needed sleep, he immediately went to his office to get the paperwork done. Most people don’t know that a lot of things on the legal side can’t go through until his side of the paperwork is done. Bakugou constantly feels like he’s never fast enough. No matter how fast he can get to the victims. No matter how fast he catches the villain. No matter how fast he gets things done he wasn’t fast enough to prevent the victims from becoming victims in the first place. So, in his mind, the least he could do is get his paperwork done as fast as possible so that those involved can get their justice.

But, of course, the moment the mission is done—before he’s even had a chance to change out of his hero suit—he’s met with nothing but a mountain of news articles and tabloid headlines ridiculing his name. They find joy in villainizing him over the smallest of details.

Most of the time, Bakugou ignores those things. It doesn’t matter to him what others think. They can nitpick whatever they want because despite that he won. He saved the people who needed to be saved. To him, that was all that really mattered… usually.

It must have been his level of exhaustion, but he couldn’t help the way his brows furrowed in disappointment reading the headlines. The words for the public sitting heavier on his chest than normal. His emotions got to him more than normal as he walked down the hallway from his official, finally heading home.

It was late.

Far too late for anyone else to still be there. Yet, he swore he could hear the soft pitter-patter of heels clicking against the floor. As he turned the corner he was met with the sight of you packing up. You hadn’t noticed him yet, so he watched with confusion as scurried around filing documents, turning off computers, and locking doors.

“The hell? Why’re you still here?” He internally cringed as his voice boomed more than he meant it to since you nearly jumped out of your skin upon hearing him.

“Oh Dynamight, Sir! I apologize I meant to be out of here before you noticed I was here.” Exhaustion seeped through your voice, giving you more rasp than normal.

“That’s not what I asked you. The hell’re you still here for?”

“Well…” you scratched your head feeling a bit shy, debating on whether or not to tell him the real reason why you were there. “I stayed to make sure all of the paperwork you submitted just now went through. As head of your legal team, it’s my job to make sure things on the agency’s side are squared away. I understand you like to get things done immediately after a mission, Sir.”

Bakugou was speechless. So many questions riddle through his head he wanted to ask. Had you done this after every mission and he never noticed you? yes When had you noticed that he came in after missions to do paperwork? Why did you care? Instead, he watched wordlessly as you gathered your things.

“You don’t need to do that.” He finally spoke. His tone was unusually soft, nearing sweet if you squinted hard enough. You breathily chuckled. You had been working for Bakugou long enough to know that was his way of saying thank you.

“It’s really no problem, Sir. No reason you have to be the only person in the office so late, especially after working such long missions.” You softly smiled at him. With you being so close, he could see the exhaustion prominent in your own face.

The two of you worked your way out of the building together in silence. Bakugou felt that he had so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to ask, but they all muddled to the back of his mind.

It was only when you guys reached the front lobby exit that he became aware of the incessant buzzing of his phone. Countless mentions, tags, reposts, and message requests were flooding in from every social media app. He could’ve sworn he turned his notifications off a long time ago, but there they were. Those same articles that called him a corrupt hero, a heinous/reckless man, and nitpicked things down to the way he breathed were being sent to him over and over again. A constant reminder that so many people disapprove of him.

He hadn’t noticed how tightly he had been gripping his phone. How clenched his bicep was until he felt a gentle squeeze on his arm. Your hand was small in comparison to his but its presence was overwhelming.

Your thumb subtly rubbed soothing circles on his clenched bicep. “If it’s worth anything, I think you’re incredibly kindhearted. The world is lucky to have a hero like you protecting it. Goodnight, Sir. Get some rest.”

Bakugou thought he was going to melt the second you pulled your hand away. Your words rang loud in his ears, but his skin buzzed even louder at the lingering effects of your touch. He had to stop himself from sobbing in the lobby that night.

There was something oh so special about your touch.

From the first time you ever touched him to the way, you touch him now as his wife. He swears he has to stop himself from sobbing every time. It’s the overwhelming love that pours out of you every time your skin connects with his.

He was so incredibly touch-starved before you came along. Starved from the kind of touch that doesn’t come from platonic relationships. Starved from the touch of someone that didn’t expect to gain something from him in return. Starved from the intimate touch of true love.

He revels in every little touch you grace him with. The way you hold his hand under the dinner table. The way you pinch him lovingly, reminding him of his mother, when he says something out of pocket.The way you squeeze his thigh and rub soothing circles on him when tensions get high in a meeting. The way you nestle your face in his back as he cooks. The way you lightly slap his shoulder as you laugh hysterically. The way you drag your hands along his sides as he lays on you. The way you claw at him desperate to somehow bring him impossibly closer as he thrusts into you.

In all honesty, he still has a hard time fathoming that you are his. That you are in love with him. That you choose to be with him every day. He feels undeserving, but you always definitively object. He believes that you are so much more than anything he could ever be, but that’s exactly how you feel about him.

Your touch is just one of the things he obsesses over you. Because he is just so incredibly in love with you.

#would you believe that my love language actually isn’t physical touch BHAHA #bakugou thoughts #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou comfort #my beloved

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altades · 9 months

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Vashwood rant

I can't sleep so why not analyze vashwood in the middle of the night

Now, this analysis is mostly of the manga, with maybe small takes from 98 and tristamp

To start let's look at the boys from their respective beginnings

Vash is so cruelly mischaracterized as a child, and it might be a little bit of trismaps fault, even though i do love it, or maybe people are just putting characters into boxes without really thinking about it but Vash is so not soft-shy-nice little baby brother. The whole thing with him being younger is so insane to me, i get why if Nai was born like 10 minutes earlier he would make it his whole personality (very sibling thing to do) but it's just so stupid. No, they have 0 age difference and it doesn't affect their dynamic cuz the are literally twins for the love of god. And, really, when you look at the manga as kids Nai was the emotional one! And he still is!

Nai is plagued by fear and anger and resentment and those emotions are what drive his every decision. Vash, on the other hand, is much more in control of his feelings and doesn't show them as much. That is to say that pre-tesla nai is the one worried about their relationship with humans, about their future, he's the one crying after talking to Conrad (what a sweet child he was) while Vash seemes much less scared.

And when they find out about Tesla Nai is the one who faints - he’s the more reactive one, the emotional one. And that small difference is what sets their paths so differently. Because Vash actually gets a chance to talk to Rem and figure things out.And that talk is so very important because it makes Rem, who already was everything to Vash, even more important.

Now, I want us all to think about how terrified Vash was after seeing Tesla cuz he probably thought his own mother was going to dissect him and his brother. But then she saves him when he tries to end his own life, proving that no she’s not gonna kill him, because she, as every human, has the capability to learn from her mistakes and make better choices. (too bad Nai didn’t get that lesson lol)

And then we get to the big bad things. (it’s genocide) But the important part from that whole ordeal is Rem’s sacrifice. Because, listen, I love stories where humanity is shown to be capable of change and forgiveness is a virtue and love and pussy and all that but oh man can it be so so unrealistic and a little bit insane to watch (su im looking at u (i love su but oh boy that is not how the world works unfortunately)) but Trimax manages to make it work so well. I believe that’s cuz Vash is a very kind and loving man but is also completely out of his mind and has horrendous mommy issues. At least half the reason he doesn’t kill people is because Rem has died to save them, and killing them would make it all be for nothing. If he kills these people or if he lets them die would that mean that Rem died for nothing? Did she sacrifice her life to save these people only for her own son to end their lives? AND you know I’m right cuz he literally says it in the manga but also BECAUSE HE DOES THE SAME FOR WOLFWOOD (also he did kill Nai when he had the chance but we don’t have time to unpack that)

All of that is A LOT and very complicated (i love Vash he’s so well written he’s my perfect little meow meow) now let's talk about Wolfwoooooooooood /twirls hair/

WW is much easier to understand and analyze cuz he is, just a guy,, WW is just a normal person who gets insanely unlucky and gets in THE WORST possible situations (If he ever played DND he would roll straight 1s). That is to say that his story is sort of a way to show how much life in the badlands sucks, but also that there are good things even in the worst places (the orphanage) And WW reacts to situations in the most rational way possible way - he kills to survive. he doesn’t want to but he doesn’t get a say in it. If he could chose he would just live with his family and friend and do whatever. And that, him being so normal in such a violent and bloody world is what makes him suffer all the time. His inner moral compass is screaming at him what a terrible person he is and he promptly ignores it.

That is until that moral compass manifests itself in the form of a tall, blond and handsome stranger that he’s supposed to lead to his death. The stranger who turns out to be the most compassionate and kind man WW’s has ever seen. Who he’s supposed to kill. It’s like finding an oasis in the desert and being forced to burn it to the ground. And WW doesn’t want to do that, and he refuses to believe that the oasis is not a mirage so he tries to get Vash to kill someone, even if it’s WW himself. (It doesn’t work.)

As we all know WW changes his mind because of Vash’s influence. And he dies for it. Because even though Vash’s beliefs are born of human virtues, no man is made to walk his path, for he is not human and any mortal who tries to follow an angel to the skies is doomed to crash. WHAT YOU DON’T EXPECT IS THAT THAT MAN WILL BRING THE ANGEL DOWN WITH HIM

There is this line I wrote for an art i’m planning to make and if you’ve read this far you deserve a lil spoiler - “have you found absolution in bringing an angel to his knees?” and it captures perfectly what i'm thinking. And also Vash spends so much time trying to be closer to people but I think him killing Legato might’ve been the most human thing he’s ever done. Cuz it’s is so beautiful in the way he does it for the memory of the person he loved and yet so ugly in it’s cruelty.

I’ve said this before but most of the time when there is a human/ some immortal powerful creature relationship I don’t think the human is that special but WW HE SO IS. Maybe it’s the way that he’s just as deep in the nuclear bombs with personality business as Vash is, being one of said nuclear bombs, but still remains a normal person with relatively good morals that he can anchor Vash to a sort of normality that he doesn’t get often. Like what other guy would get hunted by all sorts of freaks with you, get in trouble all the time, get shot and etc and etc and then go for a drink with you like it’s a normal wednesday? Wolfwood. Or maybe it's that WW learns of every worst part of Vash, he sees him be on the brink of losing himself, he knows Vash has actually caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people and ALMOST did it again after Julai, and still stays with him? He sees Vash become something that is not human at all and still stay? Idk MAYBE IT’S ALL OF THAT but WW is just so important and so down bad but we all know that already so i’m not gonna add to that

Anyways, I got this all out of my system gn

#vashwood #trigun #trigun maximum

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goodnightmemes · 11 months

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YELLOWJACKETS SEASON TWO SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ The only thing you should ever say to the police is, "I want my lawyer." That's why I put it on the cookie. ❜

❛ Before you go, you should take some Hawaii 5-0 punch. It's just regular Hawaiian punch, but I gave it a snazzier name. ❜

❛ I might have to break up with him. Unless I get lucky and he just disappears. ❜

❛ I don't want to talk about the future, anyways. I'm all about living in the moment. ❜

❛ You're, like, holding on to me or whatever. That's, like, haunting 101. ❜

❛ I had to cut back the rations again. There's not much left. ❜

❛ The thought of you with someone else always scared me. But it also turned me on. ❜

❛ I'll make a solid kidnapper out of you yet. ❜

❛ There's no such thing as false hope. There's just hope. ❜

❛ I'm not scared of you. I'm never gonna be scared of you. ❜

❛ This is how you're choosing to say "I love you," for the first time? ❜

❛ You weren't the only smart one. You just liked to think you were. ❜

❛ What if my only way of dealing is to numb myself into oblivion? ❜

❛ They're too focused on their own shit to even notice that I'm gone. ❜

❛ Well...you're not a picture of normalcy yourself. ❜

❛ I can feel your heart beating. ❜

❛ Everyone has their role. ❜

❛ Stop reliving this! You're in the vise grip of your trauma. ❜

❛ Every time that you try to save someone, a lot of bad shit happens. ❜

❛ Serial killers love puzzles. It's a documented fact. ❜

❛ For fuck's sake, shut up! Don't you see how much damage you are doing? ❜

❛ I don't even know where you end and I begin. ❜

❛ Believe me, if I could relax about anything ever, I promise you, I would. ❜

❛ As I'm sure you can imagine, emotions can run high in a place like this. ❜

❛ You never know when you might need to leave the country sans passport. ❜

❛ It made me feel like...I didn't know what was going to happen. And I liked that. ❜

❛ You can't blame yourself. We all did it together. ❜

❛ Dude, I don't even remember what socks I put on today. ❜

❛ I guess I'd kind of do anything to see him again, you know? ❜

❛ Moving in with you means everything in my life changes. ❜

❛ I think shit is gonna get a lot worse out here. ❜

❛ Thing is...it's one thing to point a gun at a person. It's another thing to use it. ❜

❛ There's a look people get when they realize they're going to die. It's that one. ❜

❛ My hand wasn't shaking because I was afraid. It was shaking because of how badly I wanted to do this. ❜

❛ I'm gonna live how I want to. How I know I'm meant to. And I'm gonna be the person that I know I am. ❜

❛ They're all lucky to have you. It's pretty rare to have a friend who's relentlessly got your back. ❜

❛ In small towns, everyone knows who and where the weirdos are. ❜

❛ I don't normally hitchhike and...look like this. ❜

❛ I know that you're depressed. I know that you can't see it, but I can always tell. ❜

❛ Yes, I am still depressed because it's kind of a forever thing, but I'm doing real work. ❜

❛ And I swear to God, if you lie to me again…I am so fucking over secrets. Like, I can't. ❜

❛ Oh, my fucking God. So, you… you killed a person? ❜

❛ Maybe one day I can talk to you about it, but for now, can that just be enough? ❜

❛ I don't understand why you won't see what's right in front of you. ❜

❛ I'm sorry I disappointed you. I love you even when you try to control me. But I'm okay now! ❜

❛ I think we need to get you out of here. ❜

❛ But I just got here. I don't - I don't want to leave you. ❜

❛ As parents, it's part of our job. We have to protect her, we have to shield her from making the same shitty mistakes we made. To throw our fucking bodies in front of her if that's what we have to do. ❜

❛ No, you can't deny this anymore. There is something deep inside of you that is connected to all of this. ❜

❛ So, you gonna tell me why you're here, or are we just gonna pretend this isn't super weird? ❜

❛ I'm doing a fucking thing here. I don't need you getting in my way. ❜

❛ If I happen to mention sacrificing anything on an altar, well, just ignore that part, okay? Thanks. ❜

❛ Do you get how lucky we are? Some people never find someone they trust enough to share their deepest secrets. ❜

❛ You think I'm capable of murder? ❜

❛ You're charming and impulsive, which are traits of most serial killers. Only, you pull it off. ❜

❛ Look, all I'm trying to say is, I like you regardless of your extracurricular activities. ❜

❛ That's medication for me to mind my own business. You should take two. ❜

❛ Maybe you don't have to be dying to have regrets. ❜

❛ I'm mixing my pop culture metaphors 'cause I'm fucking upset! ❜

❛ I can't ask you for your help 'cause I don't want to hurt any more of the people I love. ❜

❛ You should know better than anyone we can't define a person based on their past. ❜

❛ I don't need your fucking prayers, I need you to have my back. ❜

❛ We weren't alone out there. ❜

❛ You should get the hell away from me. I'm poison. I ruin people. ❜

❛ We did so much fucked up shit out there. And, yeah, maybe it was to survive. Maybe. But I don't think we deserved to. ❜

❛ Women have been having babies for millions of years. You're gonna be fine. ❜

❛ The wilderness recognizes your sacrifice. And so do I. ❜

❛ The power of that place. The god of that place. We did terrible things in Its name. ❜

❛ It's all your fault. There's just something wrong with you. You always do this. ❜

❛ Aren't you probably the last person who should be giving me legal advice right now? ❜

❛ I know I have no right to ask you this, but truly, what is going on with you? ❜

❛ I just want to know you haven't given up on love. ❜

❛ Maybe I have given up on love. But don't flatter yourself. It's not because of you. ❜

❛ You know I don't deserve your friendship, right? I just hurt people. ❜

❛ Suffering is inevitable. And only by meeting it with compassion can we truly begin to grow. ❜

❛ I never even wanted to be a mom. ❜

❛ I did not start out a bad person. But in case you haven't noticed, life doesn't tend to turn out the way you think it will. ❜

❛ Oh, no. What happened? Fuck, are we going to jail? ❜

❛ It's you and me against the whole world. ❜

❛ You lost a lot of blood and you were unconscious. We thought we lost you. ❜

❛ I kept surviving all this shit that should've killed me, and I just...I figured it meant something. You know, like maybe it meant that I had some kind of purpose in all of this, but, uh...Yeah. I'm not fucking seeing it. ❜

❛ I need to know why the fuck I'm still here. ❜

❛ Shouldn't you be in therapy? ❜

❛ I'm not like you, okay? I don't think of killing as a joke. ❜

❛ I really am very grateful that your hobby seems to be figuring out how to be the perfect serial killer. ❜

❛ I've always kept my daughter at arm's length. I think just out of fear that she would...die, I guess. Or maybe that she was never even real to begin with. ❜

❛ I can't have another death on my hands. ❜

❛ I can't wait for you. I don't have that kind of time. ❜

❛ Tell me, is there anything of value in this life that doesn't come with risk? ❜

❛ Does a hunt that has no violence feed anyone? ❜

❛ What, do you want to casually reminisce about our time in fucking oblivion? ❜

❛ Well, if I'm repressing things I don't know about, I am very okay with never figuring it out. ❜

❛ I know there's a lot of pain. You need to let it out. ❜

❛ I don't understand. You measured the grave to the standard six feet? ❜

❛ You're lying to me. And I want to know why. ❜

❛ Maybe [name] dying wouldn't be the worst thing. ❜

❛ When they get a whiff of how much of a liar your mom is, they'll realize that the ❜ psychopath apple doesn't fall far from the fucked-up, man-eating tree. ❜

❛ So, this is what you've all been doing with your lives? Chasing blackmailers and murdering lovers? ❜

❛ I think we can agree that it's in everyone's best interest that [name] is gone. ❜

❛ If I die, don't waste my body. Promise me. ❜

❛ I thought you loved all of me, like I love all of you. ❜

❛ We put ourselves in danger for you. You've been using us! ❜

❛ I've been trying to fix...No. I have been telling myself that I've been trying to fix things and make the problems go away, but the truth is, I've just been doing stuff that makes it worse. ❜

❛ We're all pretty messed up. It's time we finally fucking talk about it. ❜

❛ This isn't something that therapies can fix. ❜

❛ I think that you might be taking this whole, like, cult leader persona thing... a tad far. ❜

❛ I never meant... I didn't want this. ❜

❛ You started this. It's done. And it's going to save all of our lives. ❜

❛ I appreciate you trying to teach me...forgiveness. It's a nice idea. ❜

❛ I let him die in my place. It was supposed to be me. ❜

❛ You're a good person. You really don't belong in this place. ❜

❛ I'm not ashamed. I'm glad I'm alive. And I don't think that any of us who are still here should feel ashamed of that. Ever. ❜

❛ That was a beautiful false confession. I could see it came out of real love. ❜

❛ You want to help me move this body? ❜

❛ It's up to you. You can submit. Or you can run. ❜

❛ You know there's no "it," right? It was just us. ❜

❛ I never wanted to be in charge. ❜

❛ No. I'm not supposed to be here. ❜

❛ This is exactly where we belong. We've been here for years. ❜

❛ It's not evil. Just hungry. Like us. ❜

#rp meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #rp sentence meme #roleplay meme #roleplay prompts #rp prompt #inbox meme #sentence starter meme #*tv #*yj

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swampstew · 7 months

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Trafalgar Law, B-6 ~ Master/Servant

Summary: Part 3 to Trafalgar Law as a Fylgja: A supernatural being associated with fate, usually an omen of one’s impending doom, who can shapeshift - his favorite form is a Snow Leopard. You're his new little pet and this a little treat on how your life with Law would be.

Part 1 | Part 2 Author's note: This needs to the final part for Fylgja Law, I'm exorcising him from my brain space and back into the friendzone where he belongs (for me, Raven, personally.)

Warnings: Spicy, pet play kink, master/servant relationship, Monster Law, hybrid Law/leopard form. Adding dead dove in case people take issue with monster fucking/hybrid fucking or whatever. Word Count: 643

Law is quick to bring you into his home. He doesn’t mind you keeping the apartment if you want, but he wants you around at all times when he has the time to be home. Being a Fylgja and moonlighting as a surgeon means he seldom has down time. Any time he does, he wants to spend it with you.

When he’s gone, you do whatever you want to entertain yourself in his absence. You won’t need to work because his pay is phenomenal, but if you do its fine by him – so long as you wear a token of his ownership on you. A stunning golden choker with a dangling crystal heart charm. Never take it off unless you want to be in the doghouse.

You take care of his place when you’re under that roof, not because he expects you to but you do it anyways, and you always wear your cat ears – that’s the only rule. Your real catsuit only comes out whenever its play time. He loves shopping for you too, absolutely adores seeing you wear the outfits he buys.

He always starts by having you change into your ‘house’ outfit, the same outfit he gifted you that first day he made you his pet. He washes your hands and feet, drying them with a soft towel before slipping your gloves and socks on. He slips on your panties and bra and you admire the way he restrains himself when his eyes eat you up with a predatory gaze. If you give him a teasing look he’ll flick your cat ear and give your ass a slap. Law looks ravenous by the time he clips on your collar. Before he can indulge – can’t forget your tail plug.

Law will make you purr, hiss, mewl, and downright yowl with what he knows about the human body. He wasn’t an expert at first but when he figured out your cues he was on them like a hound. Loves taking care of his Kitten, in every single way. He saved you and now you’re all his so he wants to spoil and protect you.

He’ll fuck you however you want. Human form, hybrid form – he’s game for anything, he’ll make sure to never hurt you and heavily enforces safe words and check-ins to make sure you’re not lying to him or yourself about being in situations you may not enjoy. Enjoys watching you in the mirror, alone, with him, him making you pleasure yourself, he just loves watching you and watching himself fuck into you. It releases a deep growling that normally doesn’t come out during any other times you are together.

If you’ve ever in your life thought – I wish I could quit everything and become someone’s pet, Law’s the guy you want to be adopted by.

Also: the King of Aftercare. He knows that he’s rough sometimes, especially when he’s shapeshifted (oh yeah, he’ll appeal to your appetite if you want a different breed of cat. Or marine animal), so he performs medical care under the guise of aftercare but honestly you don’t mind it much. He disguises his prodding for discomfort as massaging your muscles, ‘stretching you for the next round’ to make sure nothing is broken or sprained, applies several kisses to remedy any scratches or bite, and teases you with playful snatching of comfort items to check for concussions or brain damage. He’s a natural worrier.

But then – the snacks he brings, taking charge of clean up, the vibe he sets to just hang out with you in post-sex comfort, making you laugh and feel cherished as he feeds you little bites and just talks with you. He might treat you like a plaything, a pet, but make no mistake, you’re his little house cat. He’s in it for life. Well, the rest of your life anyway.

13 tiles to go, 37 calls made so far.

#law x you #trafalgar d law x reader #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #kinktober 2023 masterlist #raven's bingo board #raven's halloween party #trafalgar law #one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #swampstew stories #swampstew bedtime stories #trafalgar d water law #tw monsterfucking #dead dove do not eat

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neo404 · 1 month

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Request where reader doesn’t even know he likes guys but he has been hanging out with Nick a lot lately he think he just likes Nick as a friend Nick eventually put the pieces together that reader like him he just isn’t aware of it so Nick decides to just kiss which shocks reader at first but then everything clicks

( I don’t know if you watch the show 911 is kind of the story line that has happened recently)

Your lips, my lips…

Summary: with one kiss Nick completely changes your life and ties all the lose knots on your mind.

Note: I haven’t watch 911, does it have gay people? If yes, I might give it a go lol.

Nick and I have been good friends for a while, we know each other for a year, maybe a bit more, we met thanks to a friend in common and since then we grew closer and closer. I like to think of him as my best friend, we do everything together and he has always been there for me when I needed him.

If I’m being honest, I can’t imagine a life without him, he’s just so fun to be around and cares deeply about everyone, he makes me feel safe and loved. It’s funny, because we are so close a lot of people have thought we are a couple, not that I don’t think Nick would be a bad boyfriend, is just that I don’t really like boys, I just like Nick, in a very close friends type of way. In a ‘cuddles while watching a horror movie’ type of way or a ‘your hand lingered on my arms for longer than usual, an it made my heart beat faster’ or a ‘every time I see you smile it makes me happy’ or a ‘I get jealous when I see people flirting with you because I’m afraid they will steal your attention’… but it’s all platonic feelings, after all, we are very close.

‘’So… movie at your place again?’’ Nick sits beside me on the ground of the parking lot after handing me a can of soda. I crack it open and nod.

‘’Yeah, as always.’’ He opens his can and also takes a drink. ‘’It’s your turn to pick the movie.’’

‘’Oh true, thanks for reminding me.’’ He smiles warmly at me and I feel my heart get warmer on my chest, I don’t know if that’s even possible, but I feel it. ‘’So, we got the snacks.’’ He says shacking the bag on his hand a bit. ‘’Wanna go home yet or…?’’ he raises and eyebrow looking at me and I let out a tiny chuckle.

‘’Can we sit here for a while? The weather is nice, the breeze is amazing tonight.’’

‘’Yeah, that’s fine, you are the one driving us anyways.’’ He playfully punches my arm and I laugh.

‘’True, what would you do without me?’’ it was a rhetorical question truly, he could do so much without me, I am the one who doesn’t know what to do without him.

‘’A lot, actually. You are very needy.’’ I gasp and pretend to be offended by his words.

‘’Me? Needy? Says the one that calls me at ungodly hours of the night because he can’t sleep and wants company, or the one that begs me to have sleepover at my place or the one-…’’ Nick shoves one of his hands to my mouth.

‘’Okay, enough. I don’t wanna hear you.’’ He rolls his eyes and I smile, his hand helping to hide my blushing cheeks. ‘’You are such an idiot; I actually hate you.’’ I nod and he slowly removes his hand from my mouth.

‘’Yeah, whatever you say.’’ I roll my eyes at him and he pushes me playfully once more.

‘’I do, I hate you.’’

‘’No.’’ I shake my head. ‘’No, you don’t.’’ this time he frowns and crosses his arms over his chest.

‘’I do!’’ I smile and take another sip of my drink, this is a little game the both of us have, people don’t get it but I find it very entertaining how he tries to make me believe that he hates me, he doesn’t, and I know it, and he knows it too.

‘’You sure do.’’

‘’What do you mean?’’ he puts his arms down, looking at me confused, I normally play along for a while.

‘’I mean that you like me so much you think you hate me.’’ I shrug my shoulders.

‘’Wait, maybe you are right.’’ He grins. ‘’I like you so much it makes me want to hate you.’’

‘’See, I’m always right.’’ I take another sip of my drink and when I lower the can I feel one of his hands on my cheek, and then his lips smashing into mine, I swallow quickly and lean in to kiss him back. after a few seconds the backs up, I blink hardly, my cheeks turning red and my heart beating like crazy. ‘’I-… what?’’

And it that moment it all made sense. With one single kiss Nick made my restless night have a meaning. All this time, all my fast beast, my red cheeks, the lingering looks, the longing for his touch and attention. It made sense, I liked him, I liked him so much it made me stupid.

‘’I like you, you idiot. I like you a lot, it makes me want to punch you in the face.’’ Nicks voice is quiet, his hand still on my face, the warmness of it making me feel dizzy. ‘’Look, I know we have been good friends for a long time, I was just so scared to tell you but I thought you liked me back, so please, just forget this if-…’’

‘’NO! No, no, no, no.’’ I take a Deep breath trying to gather my thoughts and form a single coherent sentence. ‘’I like you too. Shit, I like you. Holy shit, this makes so much sense…’’

‘’You do?’’ Nicks eyes light up and I nod my head eagerly.

‘’Yes. Can we kiss again?’’ he doesn’t say a word, he just leans in and kisses me softly, this time is longer and my hands make their way to his waist, his other hand playing with my hair. I can’t believe I didn’t realize this sooner; I can’t believe I have liked him all along and I had no idea.

‘’Let’s go watch that movie.’’

‘’Can we make out while it plays on the background?’’

#nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo x male reader #sturniolo triplets x reader

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spicywhenspeaking · 6 months

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If I'm There: Chapter Eleven

Read from part one

Summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.....

this story will sometimes contain mature content, minors DNI

warnings: underaged drinking (don't do that!), mentions of alcohol abuse

taglist : @lma1986 @cookiesupplier @notingridslurkaccount @blackveilomens @thisbicc @thebadchic

“You're going to freak!” Noah says excitedly into the phone and I startle a little at the sudden mood shift. “Oh, what is it?” I ask. “Get this Natty. A band dropped out of the west coast leg of these guys' tour- Jasmine Feuds- and their manager asked us to join them.” what? “It's two weeks, eight shows along the east coast. Isn’t that amazing?” Noah’s voice is filled with a childlike glee, like this is the treasure he's been digging for all his life. “Oh, wow.” I fall back onto my bed, into the pillows.

The scrambling emotions in my head are all over the place, two weeks on the road seems like a lot but I guess I should just try and be supportive. “That sounds amazing Noah but, what about school?”

He lets out an unconcerned laugh “school is whatever, I’ll just make up the work when I get back but I don't really care because this is a huge for Iron Vendetta.” I pause. “Iron Vendetta?” I question.

He laughs again. “Yeah, we had to come up with something fast so they could put it on the flier.” It’s been a long weekend and I don’t quite know how to process this on top of everything else. I guess it’s really not that complicated…my mom just almost died from alcohol poisoning and now my boyfriend is telling me he's leaving for two weeks to go be a rockstar.

“You already said yes?” I finally ask in a small voice. We’ve only been dating for 5½ months but I figured he’d talk to me at least before committing to something like that. Wouldn’t a boyfriend do that? Not that I have anything to compare it to. I'm lost in my own thoughts and didn’t realize Noah had started talking. “-it’ll be insane Natty. Such a great opportunity, Kevin, the manager, said we’ll be playing in front of hundreds of people! Isn't that amazing?!”

The excitement in his voice is palpable but I can’t help but feel a sick heavy dread settling in my stomach. “Yeah, that sounds great Noah. Umm..I should really get started on some of my homework. When will you leave?” I ask. “End of the week..so I’ll need about every single second of your free time until then.” Despite the sadness I feel with the news of him leaving a small smile crosses my face at his words. “I want to get my fill of Natty time before being without you for two whole weeks.”

After ending the call I work on my homework and prepare for the coming week. Monday comes and goes, Dad takes Mom to the treatment center and we go about seemingly normal. I spend a few nights at Noah's this week since he’s leaving soon but I tell my dad I’m with Maggie to keep him from freaking out. Kyle probably knows but doesn't say anything, which is a surprising change. I do have to push Noah out of bed those mornings so I can make it to school on time, he’s cute in the mornings. Friday morning we’re lazily cuddling and kissing, avoiding my alarm so we can steal more minutes together before he leaves tonight. I have work after school and he comes by on his way out of town. I take my fifteen-minute break making out with him outside of his car.

Nick was sitting in the passenger seat trying to busy himself with anything else. “I'm going to miss you so much Natty.” Noah says in between kisses. “I’m going to miss you too,” I respond hugging him close to me and resting my head against his chest as his arms pull tighter around me holding me closer. “I hope y'all have a good time, and I want to hear all about it when you get back.” My break is almost over so I’m leaning into his open window, “Good luck, and text me when you get to the first city okay?” I ask him and Nick. “yes ma’am” Nick responds playfully. As they drive away and I head back into work I try to shake off the feeling of loss. He’s coming back. Two weeks will go by fast.

The first few days of the tour go well, I hear from Noah and Nick sporadically, with short texts and five-second phone calls before bed. On Thursday night I’m studying for a test after school and my phone lights up with his contact photo. It's him drinking a coffee I made him at work.

I answer excitedly “Hey Noah! I’m so glad you called! I’ve missed you so much!” There's loud music in the background “One sec-hicup-ond Natty, imtryna get outside,” Noah slurs and my heart falls. I haven't heard from him in a couple days and he's calling me drunk. What the hell. I can hear shuffling on the line and the music is slowly fading. “Okay babyy, I’m finally outside. I miss you, i cantwait to see you-hic- next Friday.” I hear the crunching of leaves under his heavy footsteps. “God, I miss how good you smell.” He huffs out as the footsteps stop and I’m guessing he finds a seat. “Noah? Are you okay? Are you drunk?” I ask. He laughs and hiccups like a child that's been caught with a cookie after bedtime. “Imnoth at drunk Nattty. Just had some driniks after teh show.”

His words all blend togher and It sends me back to conversations with my own mother. When I would ask her for help with my homework and she would slump over the table, her wine breath wafting over and infecting the air I was breathing. “Um Noah, maybe we should talk tomorrow when you're feeling more like yourself,” I say to him swallowing the pain in my throat. “Noo baby, plea-burp-se I need to hear your voice, I miss you so-hup-much.” My Mom used to drink and cry to my brother and I about how much she missed our Dad. “I’m sorry Noah, I can’t talk to you right now.” The freshness of my Mom's overdose still weighs heavy on me. “I love you so much Natty, you know that? You’re the prettiest girl ever.” I hear him yawn and hope Nick is somewhere close and sober. “Okay, I love you too, call me tomorrow okay?” He sighs and takes a deep breath “okay baby, I will callyou tomoro.” I click the end-call button and send a quick text to Nick.

Natalie: are you with Noah? He just called me very drunk :/… 10:34pm

Nick: Yeah, sorry Nat. He had one to many after the show. I got him. 10:50pm

The next morning Noah doesn't call and I try not to think about it but I definitely feel frustration starting to build. Noah keeps promising to call and text but then never does or forgets and leaves me on read. I try to just focus on the school day and around lunch when I'm sitting with Maggie in the art room he finally texts me.

Noah: Hey Natty. I’m so sorry about last night. 11:36am

Noah: I shouldnt have had that much to drink last night. 11:36am

Noah: can I call you when you get out for the day? 11:36am

Natalie: It’s okay noah. 11:45am

Natalie: I have work right after school 11:45am

Natalie: I can call you when I get off, it’ll be around 9pm. 11:47am

Noah: we go on at 8:45 tonight…can I call you after? 11:48am

Natalie: um…sure. I’ll try to stay up. 12:00pm

Noah: okay! Love you baby 12:01pm

Natalie: love u 2. 12:05pm

“So he finally texted back huh?” Maggie sneers slightly. She’s almost more upset about how he has been acting than me. “Yeah, he wants to call me tonight but I don’t know how late it will be,” I explain to her. “So what? You’re just going to sit around your phone all night waiting for him to call.” I understand she's just trying to be a supportive friend but I’m really trying to be positive about this whole thing. I knew he’d be busy on this tour and I’m trying to be the cool understanding girlfriend. “I’m not going to just wait around, if he calls me before I fall asleep then we will talk, or we’ll talk later. I knew this would be a busy trip for him.” I attempt to defend the situation even though I also find myself frustrated. She drops it after noticing me growing more upset. The rest of the day goes by and Maggie drives the two of us to work after school.

Friday nights have been super busy lately since the owner started having live music. Tonight playing is a singer/songwriter from Austin named Naomi King, she's so cool and her music is soft and emotional. She grabs a tea after her session and we talk a little. “So what's life like in this little town?” she asks. “Austin isn't huge but the music, the nightlife, and the atmosphere makes it seem bigger. I can’t wait to go home soon. This was my last little stop on my way home.” she tells me, sipping her peppermint tea. “Oh wow, that sounds amazing. I’ve always wanted to get somewhere bigger than this place. It feels so small, shallow.” I reply. “I want to see what the world has to offer.”

I end up staying later to help finish cleaning duties and once I get home and shower I don’t have the energy to stay awake to wait for Noah's call.

In the morning I see I have an eight-minute long voicemail from Noah left at 2:34am. I press play and there's loud music playing in the background. He’s not saying anything so I’m confused, it’s not until I hear another muffled voice talking that I realize he pocket-dialed me.

“So do you think ya’ll join us in the next leg thats coming up?” a female voice asks.

rustle rustle “uh I’m not sure” Noah says but I hear what I think is Julius says “Hell yeah, we wouldnt miss that shit!”

“Come on Noah, I miss you to much if you didn’t come.” the girls voice says again.

As much as I wanted to stop listening I feel the seed of jealousy taking root. Who is this girl? Why didn't he mention there was another girl on tour? Is that important? I feel like he should have at least said something.

“I dont know…maybe.” Noah says.

“Maybe? Fuck this” I mumble to myself and exit the voicemail.

I text Maggie what happened, I know she already has a bit of a bad taste in her mouth from what I’ve already confided to her. But, I needed to talk to someone and Kyle and I aren’t there yet.

Maggie: WHAT THE FUCK?! 8:36am

Maggie: WHAT GIRL??? HOLD ON! 8:36am

Maggie: Im looking on instagram rn! 8:36am

I dont have instagram, I had a facebook for a couple of weeks but it was boring and my grandma kept sending me farmville requests so I deleted it.

Maggie: OMG! LOOK! 8:44am

Photo: Noah and a large group. He’s standing next to a girl and her hand is arround his waist, his arms are resting across his chest. The caption reads: “having so much fun touring with these guys! They are great!” and the user name is Alex Jacks.

Maggie: looks like shes the guitarist for Jasmines Fudes. 8:44

I’m staring at the photo she sent me. She’s so pretty. She’s so cool, she has long black hair with blue and pink streaks. She has tattoos and a lip ring.

The jealousy I felt before is now a wild fire burning through my heart.

Part 12 here! !!!! xoxox later besties

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two-red-lungs · 2 years

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Wait so if we have all the NSFW what about poly? Nsfw? Like you've managed to catch attention and keep it? What would it be like? Please and thank you!

Oh man. Poly!LostBoys is my specialty. They would be... insane. It would be a borderline terrifying environment to be in. Here's my take on being in a poly four-part relationship with all the boys.

Poly!LostBoys Headcanons (NSFW):

First of all, consider yourself insanely lucky. AND horribly unlucky. Lucky because you didn't end up with your throat ripped out like most people. Unlucky because, well... now you're on their radar.

Somehow, if you've magically managed to catch the attention of all four of them? And intensely enough that they're willing to share? Oh man. Your life is over.

Because normally they care so little about human life. That doesn’t change when they find you. But you, you’re different to them. You’re “not like other humans.”

Basically, you belong to them now. Possessive and under-boundaried x 4. You will never know a moment of peace.

But if you're into that, congrats, you've won the jackpot.

In a poly relationship with the boys, there is always someone with you. Doesn't matter when you are: they're walking you arm-and-arm down the street, keeping tabs on you from their bike and glaring at you through your work window, standing out in the hall while they wait for you to get out of the bathroom. It's borderline intimidation.

"Whatcha doin' baby? Don't be like that baby. Come with us baby. C'mere baby." It's RELENTLESS. Someone's always got a hand on your hip or shoulder, or demanding a kiss or for you to sit on their lap.

Basically, you're a toy.

Because to them, you’re theirs, they are very protective. Nobody gets near you, not even physically. Marko hisses at people. David just stares murderously. Anyone eyeing you up will end up dead.

You're manhandled 24/7 because the boys don't know how to contextualize their strength. I'm talking being lifted up and placed on bikes, grabbed by the upper arm hard enough to bruise. Having arms slung over your shoulders and being crushed to their sides. Dragged over to dance so hard your shoulder nearly dislocated.

The attention is addictive though, holy shit. Their eyes are always on you, watching everything you do like it fascinates them. They point-blank tell you how hot you are to them, how much they like you, etc.

David can tell the second you're hungry and rallies the boys for dinner. Dwayne is your watchdog: he's always keeping tabs on you and your environment with that smoulder. Paul is constantly touchy and sensual: brushing your hair to the side and kissing your neck, holding you against his lap and grinding into you in public. Marko becomes part of the animal kingdom: winning you plushies, giving you trophies, not-so-subtly rubbing himself on you so you smell like him.

You get moved out of wherever you live immediately and have to live with them. You'll probably have to quit whatever job you have, too. Your life ends up revolving around the four of them.

So they never ever leave you alone, your personal space is constantly invaded, you are basically not allowed to have friends or family outside of them anymore... but hey? The sex is good.

The sex is so fucking good oh my god oh my GOD.

They’re a bunch of 20-somethings permanently stuck with their high sex drive, only now they all have several decades of experience.

For starters, you’re cumming every night. Probably multiple times. Like, the boys don’t understand that you need recovery time and it’s rare that you beg them well enough to give you a rest day.

Expect threesomes on a regular basis. Paul rutting against your ass while David smokes and fingers you, or maybe Marko demanding a blowjob and Paul wandering over and you jerking him off with a mouthful of dick.

Either way you are in, like, a constant state of having to wipe cum off of you lmaoooo it’s very sisyphus and his boulder

I think David gets the final say in most things, and sort of acts like a ‘director’ with the boys taking their cues from him. If David turns to Paul and says “Our doll is lookin’ a little lonely, don’t you think?” You’d better believe Paul is going to bend you over the couch in the cave and rail you asap

Dwayne is always last in line. Not because he lowest in the pecking order, far from it, really he’s the muscle and enforcement, but because he is hung. You really need to be fucked open before he’ll even fit inside you.

So expect Marko to give you a mindblowing orgasm and leave you limp and panting and Dwayne will pounce on you and ease himself into you. He’s been waiting for this.

And sex with all of them at once?? Hoooo man. Strap in and bring a water bottle. They are demanding.

They’ll coo about how pretty you look even when you’re fucked-out and exhausted, lifting your head to ease their cock into your mouth. Those boys will make you cum. Probably to the point of passing out. And they’ll tease you and mock you, rubbing you till you’re overstimulated and crying.

Being boxed in by four horny vampires caressing you, playing with your hair, stripping your clothes off, is probably the most intimidating and sexy thing you’ll ever experience.

TL:DR it’s a lot. Is the poly relationship worth it? Who knows. It kind of depends on how crazy you are.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #david tlb #tlb marko #paul tlb #dwayne tlb #minors dont look #my writing #thanks for the prompt!

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elizabethsaige · 2 years

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Reaping the Benefits

Florence Pugh x Reader

Word Count: 1517

Warnings: none

A/n: i have a shit ton of requests to get thru and I've been in a bit of a rut with writing but idk why i had to write this one today, it just kinda came out of nowhere. i hope y'all enjoy!!

*gif not mine

Working at a coffee shop in a cozy and hidden part of New York had its benefits. One of which being you got to meet all sorts of cool people, the few that wandered into the small shop. Most of the time, it was a handful of regulars that would come in to grab their morning coffee or students at the nearby community college spending their days tucked away into the corner to read and study, but every once in a while, some stragglers come in and discover the hidden gem that was your workplace.

You made sure to talk to everyone that came in, even if it was just to ask how their day was going. Knowing life isn’t always easy, sometimes a friendly face could change someone’s day. The tips you got from it didn’t hurt either.

At 9:12 p.m. the last of what few customers you had left in the shop had made their way out the door. You and your boss were on the closing shift tonight and you both were hoping to get out of there at a respectable time, especially after the day you had. Two baristas called off sick and there was a full house around 7:00 pm for whatever reason. The line wasn’t worked through until 8:30, with more and more people adding to it. Truthfully, this was probably one of the worst shifts you’d had in a long time.

The bell to the front door rang as someone entered the building, obviously not aware that all of the lights were off. You were behind the counter wiping down the espresso machine, not even bothering to look up at the person.

“Hey, we’re closed,” you said in a monotone voice, hoping the lack of enthusiasm would give them a hint.

“Oh darn, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention, I’ll be on my way,” you heard a familiar voice say. Stopping in your tracks, you turned to see blonde hair starting for the door.

“Wait,” you exclaimed. The figure turned and looked at you.

Frantic to catch her before she bolted, you walked around the counter, but not fast enough to startle her.

She stared back at you, a look of embarrassment on her face. She looked like she’d been caught in the act of some horrific crime.

“You’re-You’re Florence Pugh, right?” Her expression softened as she let out an exhale of relief. “Guilty”

A smile formed on your face as you admired her for a second too long. “Sorry, I don’t mean to stare. You’re like my favorite actress.”

Florence smiled back, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks.

“Thank you darling, that means a lot, really,” she said in her beautiful accent. You nodded back to her, grateful that she acknowledged it.

“I don’t suppose that would help any in convincing you to make a latte for me? I know you’re closed, but I could really use it,” she playfully joked, but there was a hint of desperation in her voice.

You glanced back at the espresso machine that you were just about done cleaning, and then at the clock that read 9:32 p.m. “I haven’t started on the espresso machine yet, so I don’t mind.”

Normally you wouldn’t lie, but c’mon. It’s Florence Pugh! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and you weren’t about to waste it. So what if you had to clean the machine again? It was worth it.

You started for the back of the counter while Florence took a seat at the bar in front of it, carefully placing her bag in her lap. “Thank you so much, how much do I owe you?”

Shaking your head with a laugh, you glance at her from behind the machine. “Nothing, it’s on me.”

Florence frowned and fished her wallet out of her bag. “Please, you’re really saving me tonight. Do you have a tip jar at least?”

“It’s really okay, it’s just a coffee,” you said as Florence spotted the tip jar by the cash register. She hopped out of her seat and placed a $20 bill in the jar and made her way back.

Just as you were about to protest, your manager came out from the back after hearing all the talking. “Y/N, what’s going on? We’re closed,” he said, spotting Florence, who gave him a shy smile.

You looked at him with startled eyes as you set the pitcher of milk on the counter. “Oh, she’s with me. We’ll be done soon, I promise. I can lock up once we’re done if you wanna head out.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice. Just make sure to turn out the back light once you’re done,” he said, grabbing the store key from his pocket and throwing it to you. “Oh, and didn’t you already clean that machine?”

Heat rose to your cheeks as you were called out for lying in front of Florence. You moved your eyes between her and your boss as she flashed you a knowing look.

“Ah, no not yet. I was getting to it,” you replied, staring at the floor, hoping it would swallow you whole to save you from the embarrassment.

Your boss nodded in response and turned to leave, but not before stopping to look back at Florence. “Hey, I’ve seen you before. You were in that one commercial, right?”

She smiled as you tried to contain your chuckle from behind the counter. “Yeah, something like that. Thanks for noticing,” she replied, holding her own laughter in.

Once he was gone, both you and Florence giggled to each other. Your boss was terrible with celebrities. Just couldn’t keep up with the times.

As you finished the latte, adding the finishing touches to the art you were making on top, you could feel Florence watching you.

“So you had cleaned the machine, you little liar,” she teased, watching as your cheeks reddened for the second time that night. “You didn’t have to do this, love.”

You looked up to look at her, only to see her staring intently at you. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach, her hazel eyes piercing into your’s.

“I never reject the opportunity to make a coffee for a pretty girl,” you said, carefully lifting the cup to the counter and sliding it over to Florence. She smirked at you before looking at the spider you had drawn on top of the latte with foam.

“Let me guess, a black widow?”

You nodded frantically, excited at how her eyes lit up when she guessed it right.

She took a sip, careful not to burn herself as you walked over to join her at the bar. Her mouth immediately turned up into a smile, eyes wide as she set down the cup and did a little happy dance. “Y/N, this is so good! Thank you so much.”

She reached out with extended arms for a warm embrace, lingering for a few extra seconds. “You’re welcome, I’m really glad you like it.”

The ring of the doorbell startled the two of you, both of you turning to see a man in a business suit walking in.

“Sir, we’re closed,” you walked toward him to shoo him out, his attempted protests drowned out by the sound of his phone ringing. Florence stifled a laugh at the frustration in his voice when he answered the call as the door closed behind him.

“Man, you make one girl a drink after closing and now everyone thinks they’re special,” you joked as you looked back at Flo, noticing her watching you with a joyful grin on her face.

“I should probably get going, just in case anyone else tries to come in,” she teased back, swinging her purse onto her shoulder and making her way over to you.

“I only make late night coffees for you, Florence Pugh.” She scrunched her nose as she giggled at your joke, her beautiful laugh filling the otherwise silent building.

“Ah, cheeky girl,” she said, slapping your arm with an eye roll and a smile. “Seriously, thank you again, Y/N. It was lovely meeting you, I hope I run into you again the next time I’m here.”

You smiled at her words, gulping back the fear that was caught in your throat. “You will, I’ll make sure of that,” you replied as you opened the door, stepping aside for her to walk through. She reached out for what you assumed was another hug, only to be met with a kiss on the cheek. You were sure she could feel the heat on them, feeling embarrassed that this girl had this much of an affect on you.

“Well, I really look forward to it. Have a good night,” she said as she stepped out of the shop and made her way down the street, looking back at you with a smile and a wink before disappearing around the corner.

A permanent grin rested on your face as you touched the place she kissed your cheek, completely forgetting all about the work you still had to do.

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x y/n

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Nothing is canon in hetalia so I’m making my own list of headcanons regarding worldbuilding and al that whimsical stuff

I should probably mention this is inspired by THE worldbuilding hc post, I reblog it all the time but just in case you haven’t read it (how could you), you can do that here

Oh also umm all of these are both serious and not. Take them all with a grain of salt as they say. Im just having fun

I think thats it… lets go

Their body temperature depends on their climate. Sort of. Technically they all have a normal body temp, but you know how some people are always cold? In that way.

I think it’s canon actually that climates influence the general character of a personifications… although romano exists… so maybe not…. Not sure about that one.

They don’t get sick, in fact I hc they CANT get sick with normal human diseases. Their well being depends on the state of their people/the country. They get „sick” from wars, rebellions, econimic issues etc.

They can’t reproduce. Except for the times they can. Because egypt.

They exist as long as people feel connected to the idea of a „nation” or otherwise feel connected to that identity. Even if they „die”, as long as there are people who consider themselves a certain nationality, they can come back to life.

I’m partial to the idea of some of them appearing just because they were created artificially… like brčko. I will never actually talk more about her all you get is cryptic little puzzle pieces of info about her. Anyways she magically appeared when some documents were signed because funny

I’m unsure what happens when a nation is wiped out. Like when every person who was once a part of that nation either dies or stops identifying with it… maybe they get sick and die but maybe instead they turn into a human and slowly age, then die as the last person of that nationality….

They need to eat sleep etc but can go without doing any of that for longer periods of time than normal humans

They have hobbies and interests and can love humans but have no ambition or desire to live. Not even an animal like urge to live to pass something on. Because they really can’t. They exist to live and to vibe only. And despite no aspiration to live they will beg for mercy if you put a knife to their throat…. Hah… thats so weird

Immensly calming aura to normal people. Probably works better on people of their own nationality, they bring a sort of inspirational energy to the room. I feel as thought they inspired poets and artists, and all those works dedicated to the idea of a nation were actually about a being…

Despite being able to die (technically, even if not permanently) it takes them hundreds of years to understand the concept of death.

Same with aging, it makes no sense how a human deteriorates in, say, 60 years. How little that is, compared to their own age.

Wait, I have a comic I like that describes this well - here

Theyre not inherently violent. At least not most of them. Their wants don’t always align with what the people want but what can they do other than oblige. Yea

Not that important but they can totally have altered states. Half of them are high 24/7

Mentioned it before but they get, or at least most of them used to - get attached to their leaders. It wears off the older they get because they simply get used to the fact they change so often, at least from their perspective

Most of them are pretty open with the fact theyre not humans. If you ask them i image most would just go haha yea thats me I’m 6969 years old lol

I’m very much aware that the rule which i think is canon based on one ep…. That pgysica age related to land mass, is stupid bullshit and generally doesn’t apply in half the cases. And therefore I’ll say to me, I just accept whatever canon physical age you want to give to a character. Whatever reason you want for it is acceptable too.

Thats it for now :PP

#hetalia #yugotalia #yaox realness #hetalia world stars #hetaliaposting #hetalia axis powers #hetalia headcanons

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stvrchaser · 2 years

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second chances

( pairing ) : sparrow!ben hargreaves x umbrella!gn reader

( about ) : the brellies lost ben, but the sparrows lost the reader. the two reunite, but ben doesn’t seem so eager to catch up.

( warnings ) : angst, they actually hate each other – ben is a pain in the ass, the reader is no better, no happy ending bc they never resolve the problem… happy reading!

( words ) : 1800

( note ) : the person who requested this scenario asked for angst and i took that personally… anyway, the dialogue popped up in my head and i just had to write it down. i didn’t specify whether the feelings are romantic or not, so it’s really up to interpretation. also, i think this is the first work i’ve written in the past tense… no clue why i did that but my brain just wouldn’t have it any other way. i hope you guys don’t mind (but please leave your thoughts. i might keep writing in past tense in the future, if you guys prefer it)

*** also im really sorry about any duplicated paragraphs below the cut! i have trouble with this every time but i just can’t seem to get the formatting right :(

People don’t change overnight — everyone knows that. A person is too complex to turn over a new leaf in such a short span of time. Still, you dared to hope.

Things had gone well last night, all things considered. With the influence of alcohol and some newfound optimism for the newly-weds, Ben Hargreeves — the one who seemed to suck the life out of everyone whose oxygen he breathed — had been surprisingly tolerable. You’d hoped for it to last.

A stupid assumption, really.

From the way he stepped out of the elevator, alone, you should have known better than to keep your hopes up.

“Hey. You’re awake,” you greeted him, careful not to sound too chipper. Every second spent with him was calculated; each step held the potential to destroy the progress you’ve made, if any.

Situated by the kitchen counter, you made the best of what you had to cure a hangover — just a variation of tea, coffee, milk, sugar, and water. You supposed it made sense that your options were so limited. One can’t exactly go grocery shopping when most of the world is in ruins. You poured Ben a cup of tea, anyway. “Is Klaus on his way down?”

“How am I supposed to know?” he snapped. Whatever had been left of you that hoped things would change for the better suddenly retreated. It was as if he’d taken a needle to puncture your hypothetical bubble.

“Oh.” You tried not to sound too bitter. “Sorry. I assumed you guys patched things up after last night. You were practically attached at the hip.”

“There’s nothing to ‘patch up.’ We don’t even know each other.” He was being particularly nasty, spitting words like venom. You refused to stoop down to his level.

“Here. Have some tea,” you offer, setting the cup in front of him. Then, to lighten the mood, you tried to joke. “I don’t think the timeline changed your tastebuds, too.” He didn’t react, at first.

Seconds later, the change in him was almost palpable. It flashed through his eyes and coursed through him with such intensity that you swore you felt something in him snap.

It made him furious that you knew he preferred to take tea over coffee. Even worse, you knew exactly how to brew it. Except, of course, you didn’t know how he takes his tea. He’d never told you that. Well, not this version of you. You knew how to make Ben – the other Ben – his tea. This was just another excuse to compare the two of them again.

“Could you idiots stop smothering me?” He pushed the cup aside, a trail of steam left in its wake. The familiar hint of bergamot was intoxicating. Haunting. It flooded his senses, and while its scent was something he normally welcomed, the circumstance had made it strangely unsettling.

“We’re just trying to get to know you.” That was familiar, too – the infuriating, confounding, expected tone of compassion. One he hadn’t heard in years.

“Take the hint! I don’t want to get to know you. Any of you. I was drunk last night. Klaus kept bothering me. If I was sober, I wouldn’t have—”

Your blood boiled with fury to match his own. The personal jabs at yourself were bad enough, but there was something about the insults directed elsewhere — toward Klaus, of all people — that was simply unacceptable.

“That’s not fair,” you cut him off, your voice suddenly changed. You didn’t sound quite angry, but determined to get your defense across. “Klaus was trying to—”

“I don't care!” His fists slammed against the counter, the teacup trembling as he did. It creates a ripple, resembling that of a storm and the strong wind which might disturb the sea. Had you not been in the eye of the storm, it might have been mesmerizing. “It doesn’t seem like the rest of your siblings do, either. It’s just you and Klaus. You can stop pretending to give a shit. Maybe that’ll get him off my back.”

“Fine,” you surrendered. You meant it this time. “I’ll leave you alone. Just… go easy on Klaus, alright?” But Ben’s mouth kept plowing through your patience, like he didn’t believe you were willing to admit defeat so easily.

That was one thing they didn’t have in common, this stranger and your friend. Your Ben would have been smart enough to keep his mouth shut.

“You don’t even know me. I’m not your Ben. I’m not pathetic—”

“Stop it.” Your rage punctured through your patience, bleeding out in continuous droplets, steady like the ticking of a clock. “You can say whatever you want about the rest of us, but I won’t let you ruin what we have left to remember him by. Everybody loved Ben. And the fact that they were trying to get to know you meant they could have loved you, too.” You stopped yourself to draw a breath, to express your disbelief and to keep your voice steady. “Hell, they probably still do. It doesn’t matter that you’ve been a dick this entire time. Right now, you’re the closest thing we have.” The explanation only upset him.

“You sure have a fucked up way of showing it. When you walked into the Academy, what were you planning to do? Erase us out of existence? And now that you can’t do that you’re trying to play nice so we’ll do whatever you say? You don’t love me — whatever that means to you people. You probably didn’t even love your Ben.”

You had the urge to send the steaming cup flying into him so that he might feel the way his words burn. You settle and retaliate in the closest fashion.

“I’m not playing some sort of game here. We’re not trying to manipulate you into believing that you’re better off on our side. You have a family. I get that. But have you considered that, maybe, it’s so difficult to believe that we loved you in another timeline because you’ve never felt loved like that here?” Ben tensed, and you knew he considered the possibility. You knew you hurt him, too.

“You’ll say anything to convince me, won’t you?”

Maybe you would have. Maybe, you would stoop so low to exploit his grief just so he could acquaint himself with the guilt and misery you’ve suffered — agony he couldn’t care less about unless, perhaps, he learned to suffer it too.

“You want proof? All of us left the Academy the moment we could. It didn’t matter that we had nothing to our name or… or that didn’t know anything about the world. We left because there wasn’t any reason to stay. But we fell apart way before that. Do you know why? It’s because one of us died. Our Ben died. It was bad enough when Five disappeared, but at least we could hope he was somewhere out there. We could hope that we might see him again. We buried Ben’s body. And we were so distraught that we let it tear us apart. We would have done anything to have him back, even for just a day. We still want to, to make up for every year we wasted when he was around and didn’t prove to him that we loved him. We would do anything to make up for every year we’ve grieved after we lost him. If you’d just give us the chance, we could show you.”

“No! You leave me out of this. You fucked up the first time around. That’s on you. I’m not gonna be your second chance or whatever to make you feel better about yourselves. You’re just upset because we pulled ourselves together.”

His words struck hard, leaving lacerations the size of rivers in jagged topography. Had the damage been physical, you were sure it would have bled you to death. But it wasn’t. Somehow, that made it worse.

Somehow, bearing the truth in mind prolonged a bleeding heart. And it wouldn’t stop so long as you lived.

“You know what, you’re right. I’m pretty fucking upset about that, too.” Ben looked surprised. You thought it might have been the only expression you’d ever seen on him, aside from bitterness. “I died in this timeline, didn’t I? I died for the same reason you did. But look at all of you.” You might have laughed. Or sobbed. But a noise escaped you for just a split second, and Ben seemed to realize what you were suggesting. “The Sparrow Academy stays standing, even after what happened to me, didn’t it? I’m the one you didn’t care about.”

“Don’t turn this around.”

“No,” you hiss through gritted teeth. “You don’t get to belittle my family because we miss our brother. You don’t get to think you’re so much better when the only reason you’ve gotten this far is because you don’t give a shit about anyone else.” You let your tears fall, but your demeanor never faltered, not even as you approached him, eyes ablaze. “Being cold and heartless might have given you an upper hand, but that does not make you better than me.”

He leaned closer, still seated on the stool. Mocking. With only a marble countertop setting you feet apart, the end of the world wasn’t consuming the rest of the world outside.

Damn the Kugelblitz, really. The end of the world should have started in that room.

“No, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re all weak. You never stood a chance. You were always going to fall apart.”

“At least I’m trying to get it together. I’m trying to piece my family back together. I tried to get to know you because I thought, somewhere in there, I could find Ben. My Ben. I just wanted my family whole again. But you? You don’t even care that I’m here.”

He shouldn’t, he thought. It didn’t matter that you and the Y/N he knew had so much in common — more than he and the other Ben, anyway. You weren’t the same. Not really. You never would be.

“Because you’re not Y/N. They would have never been so pathetic.”

You let out a laugh, dispensed in short breaths, each of which seemed to force him to sink lower into his seat.

“And I’m sure they trusted you with their life, didn’t they?”

Your voice sounded patronizing, but held a greater cruelty than you imagined. While impossible to envision, you had meant to this stranger as much as Ben had meant to you. Suggesting that the sentiment wasn’t returned…

Well, it would haunt him as Ben’s death haunted you.

“I’m sure they felt comfortable enough, safe enough, to be vulnerable around you. A cold, selfish bastard.”

“You don’t know anything,” his voice trembled. He looked pale. Undone.

Distraught.

You delivered the final blow.

“I know that no version of myself would have ever trusted, much less loved, someone like you.”

#recovering from a writing block #of course the first thing i write is angst #neither of them are cooperating #it’s a shitshow #the umbrella academy #sparrow ben x y/n #sparrow ben x you #sparrow ben x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x you #angst #no happy ending #tua netflix #netflix

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callmewrinkles3 · 1 year

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Foreword of Dan’s Book

I hope you all know that Daniel is still not good being bored, even ten years after retiring. Yes, we live in a farm and have three kids and life is incredibly busy. We never complained, not even on the hard days when we were exhausted because we knew just how fortunate we are. We love our daughters and son and we’re so, so lucky to have them and a beautiful life.

But some days the kids go to school and it’s quiet and easier. Depending on the day it feels like I have four kids instead of three purely thanks to Dan. We love being parents and we love having fun with them and they’re good kids. It’s Danny’s (and mine as well) pride and joy to go outside running around with them and playing whatever random game they want to play.

I’m not joking when I tell you that being a dad is Dan’s favourite thing in the world. He’s the happiest man you could imagine when he’s riding bikes with them in the dirt. He’s happy being a dad in general. Changing nappies, too early mornings, complicated long nights when each child wants something different, telling the same story hundreds of times. You name it, he loves it (And for the record, his favorite bedtime story is Sleeping Beauty). Normally our days are busy and running around with the kids and whatever work obligations we have, him locked in his office doing a podcast or an interview. So when he told me one morning that he wanted to write a book I really thought he was joking. But again, he’s not good at being bored.

I thought it was a really bad idea at the very beginning. Our lives are completely different to what you might imagine. We’ve a normal life on the farm in Perth, the kids go to a normal school and it’s the parents who are more excited when Dan goes in for “What does your parent do for work day” than the kids. We never liked having the spotlight on our personal lives and knew that when we had kids and Dan chose to retire, we would return to Perth full-time. Now that Dan isn’t in the spotlight every week we get to have peace and quiet and it’s what I prefer. We get to be the Ricciardos and sometimes someone will ask “Oh, like that racing driver?” and that’s perfect to me.

I love my family more than anything and when my darling husband came up with this idea of writing a book my immediate thought was “What is this going to do?”. Our kids know what Dan did. Our eldest spent the first two years of her life in F1 paddocks, and all of them have been to multiple races. They know their dad raced fast cars and won pretty trophies and was the best driver in the world. But they don’t know the details.

They don’t know how hard an awful lot of it was. We were and are privileged beyond belief, but when the media are screaming your name it’s incredibly difficult. They don’t know about the online comments and the way people talked about their dad as if they knew him. It’s our job as parents to protect them and as their mum, there are some things that I didn’t know if I wanted them to know. A book is permanent. This book contains details about our life we’ve never revealed to even our closest friends and family and I didn’t want the kids finding out about it here.

But thinking about it made me realise maybe this is a good idea. Or at least not a bad one. There’s some stuff here that you’re gonna read about Dan’s life and it might make you think a little more. And maybe you read this looking for gossip (there’s not a lot of that, he’s almost too fair to people) and that’s fine too. But maybe there’s a kid reading this and thinking that if a lanky, curly haired kid from the city in Australia most people forget about could make his dream come true then maybe they can as well. And if you are that kid I believe in you.

Before I even said yes about it, Dan was already doing it. I got home from work that same afternoon and he’d written three pages about when we first met and I realised he wanted to do it. It’s one of his favourite stories to tell our kids before they go to bed (without some of the details about just how many beers we had that night) so I wasn’t surprised he decided to start there. When I read it after the kids were asleep and saw how happy and proud of himself he was I knew there was just one thing I needed to do.

So I did what I’ve always done for him and he’s done for me. I gave him a kiss and told him I support him.

You all got to see Daniel Ricciardo in front of the cameras, but I’m the lucky one who’s gotten to see the man behind them too. And to be fair, he’s basically the same in front of a microphone as when he’s at home. But I get to live and be in love with the man who’s an expert at making breakfast but a complete disaster at making dinner. I’ve gotten to spend nearly two decades of my life listening to his ridiculous jokes that make him laugh more than I do. But then his laugh makes me laugh so we’re good.

He’s never hidden who he is to the public, but I just hope that after you read this you get to know a little bit about my favorite racing driver in the world, but also the best man I’ve ever known.

Emma Riccardo.

#call it what you want fic #ciwyw media #ciwyw

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seraphicalsuccubus · 4 months

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Your hair is so beautiful and thick and luscious omfg 😭 how do you keep it so healthy between colors? Mine is so damaged from processing it that I’m letting my natural color grow in and I'm so envious of how pretty and vibrant yours always looks. I wish I had hair like yours.

oh gosh, I rambled again, this is so long (oops) lol 😅

okay real talk though, don’t take everything you see online as truth or natural beauty. I’m pretty transparent about the fact that I wear hair extensions, lol. my natural hair is a little longer than shoulder length, and I hate my hair being short but extensions help me feel comfortable in my body until it grows back out. I lowkey wish I’d never cut it, lmao. I used to use my hair like a security blanket but after being told ‘you can’t cut your hair!!! it’s so pretty!!! don’t ruin it!!!’ my entire life, I hacked it off. it was nearly down to my ass and just as thick as it is with the extensions, and naturally very curly. like, it was so liberating to just get rid of it after being told I wasn’t allowed to for years, by multiple people (partners, friends, family, etc), I felt like I’d lost like 10lbs of just hair when it was cut, but I do miss it now. and my natural hair still curls, but my extensions don’t hold curls all that well, no matter what I do, so I usually just brush it all out or straighten it match better because it looks ridiculous with my hair curled and the extensions barely even being wavy, lol.

but, anyways, my point here is: I don’t even have hair like me, at the moment. that’s just 4 packs (or 80 wefts, each pack comes with 20 wefts that you use to make ‘sandwiches’ with two wefts and a thin lock of your hair placed between the tapes, so it’s 40 pairs of extensions) of remy human hair tape-in extensions that I have installed to add length and volume until my hair grows back out, in 4 different lengths, dyed to match whatever color my hair is at the time and cut to blend better with the short, shaggy mullet I have naturally, lol. I do a full new set installation every 3ish months, because that’s usually when I change colors, or when I notice the hair quality is declining/shedding too much and I need to replace them. it can be costly, and it’s a lot of hair maintenance tbh, but it helps me feel more comfortable in my skin because I have hair I can cover myself with and hide behind whenever I’m feeling insecure again, so that justifies the cost for me. and now that I think about it, I’d actually need 5 sets of wefts to do all my hair if I didn’t have both sides of my head shaved down into symmetrical side cuts, that’s how thick my hair is. for thin or fine hair, you can get away with probably two sets of extensions, but for thick hair I’d recommend 3-4 or more for it to blend with your hair properly. I do buy an extra set when I purchase a new brand though, in case I need to install more than the normal 80 (which can happen, depending on the thickness of the extensions themselves compared to the thickness of your natural hair) just so I’m always prepared with some leftover wefts.

also, you can literally get a few sets and install them at home, too, if you ever have the extra cash so you can have long hair again until it grows back in!! I can recommend several more luxurious and pricey hair kinda brands I’ve used, or even cheaper sets from brands on Amazon that I’ve purchased while in a bind when I couldn’t afford the more expensive extensions, that I was surprised to find out DO actually hold up pretty well to use and are much less harsh on your wallet, lol. and you CAN install them yourself, but it’s a pain in the ass to do the back of your head alone with like 3 mirrors angled just right in order to see everything you need to, so I recommend asking a friend or someone you trust to watch a few videos on how to do it (that is, if you can’t afford a salon visit or just don’t want to have to go to a stylist to install them), and have them help you to make it easier that way you’re not straining yourself to do it alone. installation doesn’t take that long once you’re used to it. maybe about one hour or a little longer, depending on your hair thickness and texture, how many wefts you’ll need to apply, and how fast/comfortable the person is with applying them. it’ll take the longest to do the first time they’re installed, especially if it’s someone that’s never done it before because of how precise you have to be, so expect to be stuck there for a while the first couple installations until they’re used to doing the application process and feel comfortable with it enough to work faster. it’s always better to go slower and have a better application than to rush and have wasted the money and time for them to not look as great or as natural as they should when the installation is done. however, I taught my roommate how to do it, and she has gotten so fast at it, she can literally do my whole head in like a half hour because of how many times I’ve had her install my extensions for me now, lol. she still groans whenever I tell her I got a new set to replace my current ones though because she hates doing it for me (it can be frustrating sometimes, especially with thicker or curly hair, which I have both, so she usually has to straighten my natural hair in order to section everything correctly that way she can apply the extensions properly or they won’t glue together as well and will fall out quicker), but she’s usually a good sport about it, lol.

sorry this is so long 😥 this is just something I enjoy so when people ask, I always ramble about it bc I just love hair lol 😭

#ask

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spaceagebachelormann · 7 days

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Hiii, I just wanted to say that I f*ckinf ADORED AND LOVED that post about henry clerval, I don't usually see any people doing post about him nor other Frankenstein characters either,... However I was thinking Could you please do another post about henry clerval but this time as boyfriend headcanons, thanks in advance if you do so🥰🫣🫡

✧.* 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

╰┈➤ MASTERLIST. NAVIGATION.

╰┈➤ CARMILLAS NOTES: RAAAAAAH henry clerval… save me henry clerval…

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: some spelling errors becaue i am TIRED

i went over in another thing how he’d ask you out so i don’t have to go over that thankfully

he might be the most sweetest boyfriend you could ever have

he brings you flowers almost every single week without fail and he even hand picks them himself and makes his own little thing to put them in and puts them in a vase for you

the second they start to wither he’s off to go find even more

if it’s the winter and he can’t bring you flowers instead he likes to cook for you

speaking of his cooking it’s literally amazing

he always somehow gets distracted and it’s still absolutely scrumptious

clerval cares for you far more than himself and would do positively anything for you

if you asked him to fight a dragon he’ll see in you a few months . give him a sword

god forbid you get sick while dating him because he is so worrisome

he’ll make you lay down and check you temperature more often than necessary and calls a doctor the second it’s even slightly too hot

like i said his cooking is godly so he makes you the best soup and if you don’t like soup he’ll make whatever (within reason) you want instead

he doesn’t really care about getting sick but he would prefer not to, so he stays in the room with you as often as he can

oh my god he’d take you on a minimum of three dates per week and ten per month (at the least)

he loves picnics the most because that’s how he confessed!! but unfortunately victor and elizabeth know where the spot is so they like to come annoy y’all

and occasionally william followed by justine who gives you guys an apology and drags him away (she lowkey found it funny)

also he’s like the biggest hand holder in existence

you could just be talking or sitting in silence or on one of your walks and his hands is always either touching yours in some way or holding it

and while your talking and he’s holding your hand he likes to just casually raise it and kiss it

if you’re shorter than him (i picture him around 5’10) he likes to just hug you and smooth down your hair and rest his chin on your head

and sleeping in the same bed as him is a wonderful nightmare

he has all the blankets and pillows in the world (if that’s what you like, if not he casually throws them off and makes sure you’re comfortable)

he drools and very lightly snores but not enough to wake you up or bother you at all

also be prepared for victor and elizabeth just casually showing up and/or spending the night every once in awhile

speaking of victor and elizabeth they would love you!

elizabeth will randomly steal you away from henry and take you shopping with her and to get lunch, occasionally joined by justine

victor doesn’t steal you away from henry but he does like talking to you because he thinks you’re very smart and will just yap to you for hours until he’s stopped

henry 100% does that thing where he puts his arm around the back of your chair at all times

standing or sitting his arm is around your chair no matter what

also he is such a gentleman !!

if you’re cold you WILL take his jacket and somehow he’s perfectly fine

has and always will pull out your chair

and of course he’d hold the door and bring you flowers every other day

when you start dating him there’s a subtle change in the way he treats you vs some of the other people in his life

not in a bad way and not many people notice but like

normally he’d pull every persons chair out for them out of pure kindness, but when you start dating he’ll only pull out yours and he sure to always be sitting next to you

and hes not as physically affectionate with anyone else but you anymore and less enthusiastic with most compliments

but when its you everything is like increased by 10x he could go on about you for hours and he doesn’t even need someone to listen

you honestly don’t even have to go on proper dates with him

you can just stay inside and talk for hours and hes perfectly okay with it ! he just loves spending time with you <3

#frankenstein (marlees version 🫀)#mars writing 🧈#frankenstein #frankenstein x reader #henry clerval #henry clerval x reader

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qupiikaaa · 1 year

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In which, I write angst(?) for the first time. Also, this isn’t X reader. It’s not X anyone really.

(Oh, and Fyodor got the Mother Wishes She Had a Daughter treatment)

Tbh, this is just a test. I might delete it after a few days.

Told from Fyodor’s POV

My mother and I were never the closest. It’s not like she was a bad mom. She never neglected me. She never said or did any hurtful things either. I doubt she harbored any true love for me though. That was okay because I never held true love for her either. In a way, I favored my dad more. Always trying to follow him to work, wanting his constant attention. He, like my mom, also probably never loved me. Of course, he’d attend to my needs, take care of me, and buy me the things I wanted, but his eyes never held anything but either disgust or pure hatred. When he rid his eyes of these feelings, they were empty. He would just stare down at me with an emotionless, blank stare. It would never creep me out, though. I’d always prefer his cold stare rather than to see the true when I’d accidentally make eye contact with him. Everything he did and said was always perfectly fine with me. He never loved me, but I never loved him either. Despite my parents not loving me, and me not loving them either, they seemed to love each other a lot. My dad bought me things, but he bought my mother more. When my dad looked at me, it’d be with hatred and disenchantment, but when he looked at my mother, it’d be with love and a sort of sympathy. I always wondered why he’d give her such looks, until I figured it out at last. He looked at her with sympathy because he felt bad she had to deal with me. Normally, I’d just question why he felt that way, but I already knew the answer to that. It’s simply because I didn’t meet their standards. Like all parents want, I got good grades, I’m not a very bad kid, and I have an acceptable social life. Those things were all easy for me, but I was missing one thing. That one thing ruined everything. I was always dressed as the one thing they wanted, a girl. That never seemed to be enough for them, though. Sure, my mother dressed me up in feminine clothing, but deep down both of my parents knew I would always be the opposite of what they wanted. I don’t get how someone could get so upset over a small thing such as your child not being born the gender you want them to, but I was always taught that things might be small to me, but big to someone else, so I just went with whatever they put me in. It’s not that being dressed like a girl was a completely bad thing, but it made me feel weird because of the reasoning. I never said anything to them, though. It would just cause our family more woe, so I stayed silent. I never grew into it as some people might assume. In fact, I just felt worse every year. My sadness quickly turned into anger, but I still said nothing. As I grew older, I learned to act as my parents wanted me to, but it didn’t help at all. Nothing changed. My mother continued to stay silent, and my dad kept giving me the cold looks.

This is terrible and not proofread. Plz enjoy. Plz.

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