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writingmeraki · 7 months

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hazy eyes, clear thoughts I

a roronoa zoro imagine !

synopsis : in which letting your drunken mouth spill your sober thoughts leads you to a very unexpected consequence. ( read: everyone saw it coming except you and **** )

pairing : opla!zoro x gn!reader, idiots to lovers!

genre : disgustingly fluffy fluff, five tablespoons of angst and probable romance.

warnings : cussing, mentions of alcohol and getting wasted, zoro kinda mean, probably terrible humour, shit ton of giggling, also very all over the place but kinda cute? not entirely proofread, also lmk if I forgot to add any other warning !

author's note : well oh well, look we have another totally not self indulgent zoro oneshot/drabble/imagine n e ways I hit a sort of weird point of the series, I'm stuck but i am like 87% done with ch 1?? i hope I'll be able to do it soon enough ^^ tysm for ur patience !! let me know what you think of this! also PART 2?!? ( I need to know if people wanna read this randomness further 😆😅🤣👍🏽)

word count : 4.8k

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“Oh-kay! I think that’s enough!”

You frowned when Nami took the drink from your hand, whining in protest when she kept it further away which she knew your drunken self would be unable to reach.

“B-but it’s good, it’s making me happy!” You giggled as you pointed at yourself and then pouted, pulling your manipulative tactic, one you did a lot when you wanted something especially one you did when you were shit-face drunk.

With large doey eyes, you pleaded at her, “You don’t want me to be sad right? I’ll be sad if you don’t give me- that.” You pointed in a direction you thought she placed the beer but of course, it was way off.

“See, you can’t even make out where I’ve placed the beer! I don’t care if it makes you upset and honestly, it was fun to see you make a fool out of yourself, but now it’s just…sad.” She sighed, a tone of sympathy as she finished her sentence,

“I know why you’re drinking and it’s not a good way to distract yourself from your feelings! Drinking worsens the problem!” She scolded you to which you now felt a small anger form within you.

“Well then, how else am I supposed to get rid of this dread and just stupidity huh? Being sober is a constant reminder!”

“Your feelings aren’t stupid! You like him, I’d say even love! You can’t just assume your feelings are invalid not until you know how the other person feels!” Your best friend felt a rage you’d feel if you saw someone you care about demean their feelings, a sort of anger at them hidden with laces of sympathy.

“He doesn’t fucking care! He only cares about his promises and that’s…that’s his life, his own…way of living so it’s fine!”

“Feelings to him are just…distractions.” You gulped as you recalled the way he replied to Luffy when the Captain was teasing him about falling in love.

[ a few moments ago ]

“Zoro, don’t you think you should consider finding a partner, don’t you also want to fall in love and experience all the magical things that come with it?” Luffy teased as you all sat around a barrel, deciding to just hang out after a busy day.

Zoro had a beer in one hand as he took a sip and then rolled his eyes, you’d been seeing his reaction, undoubtedly your heart picking up its pace when you heard the question.

“I don’t need love, or call it a partner if you will. I already have enough on my plate, all that so-called magical stuff is just a distraction.” He replied, with no hesitation which left no option but for the listeners to believe his words.

Just because he’d spoken his opinion, it didn’t mean it hurt less. You knew it though, from the start that Zoro was a determined individual. Despite having his own goals, he also cared about others like Luffy even though he didn't show it much, less that he said it verbally.

It was what made you like him in the first place. After all, what’s more, better than a man who knows what he wants, is determined to get what he wants, cares for those he considers his friends, and the bonus cherry on top being he was quite easy on the eyes too.

A whole package indeed.

And you didn’t even know when your supposed “I admire him as a person to look up to” turned into “Oh, I think I am in love with him.”

But ah, that’s the beauty of love and all the magical stuff, isn’t it? You never know when you’ll be the one who finally falls into it.

That’s why, after hearing his words, you felt your heart sink just a little. Screw it, you think you felt it weigh a shit ton and sink to the very pit of your stomach.

Nami, oh Nami, what a friend she was truly, because immediately her eyes darted to you after Zoro’s words and she saw your expression go down just as quickly as Zoro downed his bottle of beer.

Luffy chuckled, of course, he would, the poor lad was just teasing in the first place anyway to irk Zoro and obviously, he didn’t know about poor old you’s feelings.

I think I need to go.

It sucked how you couldn’t refute against him. How you couldn’t yell that love is not just a “distraction”, love is something that makes one feel more…human. Love is a wonderful thing and how if someone were to experience it, it makes you feel….it makes you feel just happy at being in the presence of the one you, love. Just…love is not…it’s not-

“Uh guys,” You piped up after sensing the tense atmosphere, tense to you anyway since you felt like a seashell was clogged up your throat.

“I’m gonna go…get some fresh air. Yeah uh- I’ll be behind if you need me.” You abruptly got up, smiling tightly at Luffy, purposefully avoiding Nami’s questioning yet pitiful look and harshly blatantly ignoring how Zoro’s attention turned towards you, about to question you too, his face showing the emotions he’d not show before 5 bottles of beer.

Sighing quietly, you picked up the drink you’d been downing, still having an adequate portion in it and you thought about it, saying fuck it as you grabbed two more from the stack that was in the middle.

“Continue with…your shenanigans,” You turned around and let your emotions finally show on your face, words repeatedly swinging in your head as you tried to filter them out.

It’s nothing but a distraction.

And now, a few bottles (2) and a whole lot of giggling later, you may have truly begun to take Zoro’s words seriously.

“I feel sick, perhaps it’s my heart breaking, see it hurts here the most.” You groaned as you looked out into the sea, pointing to your chest, though inaccurate as you held your right side, the sun appearing as a blurry blight light due to your vision becoming hazier as you got more drunk.

Nami sighed at you, realizing you should probably just be made to go to bed, despite it being only a few hours away from actual nightfall.

“Come on, let’s go, you’ve thought enough,” She stood up, having been sitting beside you on a barrel while you’d been sitting on the same.

She pushed her hand outwards towards you, to which you giggled and you were pretty sure your cheeks ached now.

“Namii~how do you have-” you pointed your finger out, counting the fingers “-ten fingers! On one hand?!” You continued staring at her hand in awe as she rolled her eyes, a small grin on her face, finding your drunken self a tiny bit cute.

Suddenly you felt your world stumble as she grabbed you and pulled you upwards, you now decided you did not know how to walk and leaned your entire body weight on her.

Now, Nami wasn’t a weak person but considering how you were more on the taller side than her while also being a bit more buff due to the immense training you did every day to practice your own skills, you did weigh more.

She quickly made you sit back down when she realized she couldn't possibly carry you, she needed help.

"Stay here 'kay? I'll be back." She told you to which you obediently nodded, which made a genuine grin form on her face.

Maybe she did prefer drunk you who'd follow her orders with no protests.

You looked back at the sea, the sun even lower than before, a type of golden shining on the blues that reminded you of a certain someone's earrings and oh, there it was.

Your thoughts slowly getting consumed by the moss head who despite drinking so much to forget was so embedded deep into your memory and probably heart at this point that even the slightest similarity you saw, be it colors or flowers, reminded you of him.

Ah, that's love and all its magical stuff am I right?

Sighing, she made her way back to where the rest of them were, the crew picking up on her presence,

"Where's Y/N? Weren't you bringing them?"

"Well, for one they are SHIT face drunk, I don't think they are even conscious of where they are right now so I'll need to take them to bed but also, I can't carry them alone."

She rolled her eyes at the stupidity of drowning yourself in your feelings, quite literally but she knew she wouldn't complain to the rest of them or more so she couldn't.

"Well I'm sure, one of us can help-"

"I'll help you carry them." Zoro interrupted your captain who was just about to suggest him. If there was one who could probably carry anything heavy too, it was him of course.

Nami eyed him curiously, she did know he wasn't ready to do…kind deeds, not unless it helped him in some way. Though, she thinks, you may just be an exception.

He stood up and walked towards where you were, which was at the back, Nami followed suit to which he turned towards her.

"It's alright if you don't come, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to carry them myself." He said it and Nami narrowed her eyes, half out of suspicion and half out of spite after hearing the cocky undertone to his words.

Proving that was one corner of his lips being turned upwards, forming an annoyingly handsome smirk that if you saw it, you'd probably be more on the brink of absolutely losing it.

"Take care of them and if they are hurt-" Zoro rolled his eyes at the over-exaggeration, and Nami knew that but as your best friend and a platonic soulmate at this point, she felt she had to say something.

"I don't mean it that way, you know damn well what I mean." She told firmly, to which a slight confusion did flash in Zoro's eyes but he didn't make it obvious as he glared at her, ready to bicker.

"Nami!" Luckily, Luffy's timing seemed impeccable as he called her, to which she turned around, allowing no further talk.

Zoro just brushed off her words and moved to where you were.

Despite, Zoro admitting to never wanting a partner, it didn't mean though, that he didn't feel.

He cared. He cared enough for Luffy to stick with him. He cared enough to fulfill a promise.

And he cared for you too as he saw you sleeping soundly, laying your head on the ship, using your hands as a makeshift pillow.

And yet, he somehow knew it was different. It was different from how he cared for others.

He gulped as he moved closer, now being able to see your features being highlighted by the afterglow of the sun setting.

It was as though you were the sun's favorite child at the moment, touching parts of your face softly, careful enough to not awaken you yet enough to rest on it to make it golden.

The evening breeze couldn't have picked a better time to pass as strands of your hair messily moved, your face scrunching up in disturbance.

He didn't even perceive how he'd reached you and was actually touching strands of your hair to push them back in place so as to not disturb your sleep.

He wasn't even a gentle person, but he was using soft fingers with even softer touches to push them back.

He figured he should in fact take you back to your bed, well shared bed with Nami.

Deciding there was no need to wake you up, he moved beside you, putting one arm underneath your knees while the other looped just above your waist and below your chest.

You blinked open your eyes when you felt yourself floating, it seemed like you were floating for a brief second, engulfed by warm clouds and a nice pillow that was-

You looked up and saw the side profile of someone.

They seemed familiar.

A glint of gold caught your eye as you put your left arm up and poked the earring, giggling as you saw it move.

"Wow, pretty," You think you'd seen it but your eyes being hazier than before after your mini nap seemed to only make your vision more blurry.

The sudden exhale and whisper down his neck almost made Zoro trip as he didn't really expect you to be up.

He was just near your shared room.

"Where are you taking me? Who are you?" You asked the important questions now, your mushed brain being able to form somewhat coherent thoughts.

"You- you don't know who I am?" He asked you, confusion in his features and then remembering why you were lost.

Right, practically wasted. And apparently memory loss due to being wasted.

He pushed the door open, as flimsy as it was, careful to not eventually break it down.

You looked around your surroundings, now even more lost as to where you actually were.

You squealed as he let you down, immediately realizing it was a terrible idea when you almost toppled over, unable to hold your own weight as he pushed his arm around your waist.

You held onto the man's shirt as you tried not to trip and fall.

"Here I'll just- I'll get you to bed." He guided you towards your bed, hand still wrapped around your waist as he looped yours over his neck.

You plopped down with your eyes shut, your head began spinning when you almost tripped and you groaned in regret.

"Drinking too much was such a bad idea, like all my decisions lately." You put your hand on your forehead as you tried to rub the forming headache away.

Hearing a walking sound, you peered your eyes open. Half-open anyways as you still couldn't make out well anything.

You could see the supposed stranger who'd help you till your bed was going to turn around and likely go but at that moment, you decided you didn't really want to be…alone.

Grabbing his hand before he moved away, you pulled him back with all your force. It didn't phase his movements much though other than him halting.

Zoro turned back to you after deciding he should probably leave before he either said something he'd regret or worse, did something he'd regret.

It wasn't his fault though with how…cute you looked as you plopped down, making him want to ki-

"Stay…please." You whispered to him, still holding onto his wrist as you blinked at him.

A familiar green color sat on top of his head but you figured it was a common color despite being sober you absolutely made fun of it when you could about how uncommon it was but also whined about how unfairly good it looked on him.

The same him who looked at you in confusion and disbelief,

"You want me to stay, right now? With you?"

“Of course! I feel quite alone right now, maybe the company will make me feel better here.” You let go of his arm, the loss of your colder hand in contrast to his warm skin making him slightly frown.

You pointed at your chest, surprisingly getting it right this time by pointing toward your left side.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “Does your chest hurt or something?”

There was a slight concern in his tone, one which made you giggle.

“Not- not physically silly, it’s- it’s my heart, it feels like it’s been gutted- wait no too- too gruesome, it feels like someone just punched it and it broke.” As you blubbered about your heartbroken state, your words made him more curious and concerned.

He decided he should probably hear you out, after all despite not being a great talker, he’d consider himself a decent listener.

Grabbing the barrel you used as a chair placed under your makeshift desk, he moved to sit beside your bed.

“It’s ridiculous. I should have known there was no chance, but it isn’t like you get a choice sometimes on how you should feel about someone, it just…happens.” You spoke softly, as Zoro turned his attention toward you, wondering who was this person who’d caused you to feel so…sad.

He didn’t realize it but he felt a slow anger build up, one he excused as frustration due to your mumbling but not one out of simply, probably, jealousy.

Yes, he was jealous of….this person because it sure as hell seemed as though you were deeply in love to have been feeling like this.

Ironic.

“Why do I even like him?” Oh, he definitely did not want to hear you talk about him, he decided.

Screw being a good listener, he was already in a crisis when Luffy put him on the spot asking about whether he’d want a lover or not, and then him trying his best not to divert his gaze towards you, so instead he chose an option ( one he’d regret later on ) and gave a seemingly believable answer.

Maybe a while ago, he’d have stuck to that answer, and actually no, he was sticking to it, quite well too.

That was until you stumbled onto the crew or more like in true Luffy fashion, were persuaded enough to stay.

At first, he didn’t care enough. It was more so he didn’t particularly like you too. You were what he was not. Careless, overly enthusiastic at times, and way too optimistic for your own good. You looked to see the good in everyone, believing that there was always some sort of goodness in everyone.

Zoro found that stupid, knowing how reality was always different. Everyone is and will always be selfish for their own greed. He was too, he wanted to fulfill his promise and that was it.

That was his goal and nothing else really mattered to him.

It’s what he thought would remain the same till he accomplished it but a sudden diversion came in the form of well…you.

He didn’t even realize it but the annoyance he’d get when he heard your lame jokes turned into him looking away from your silly smile to try and hide his own forming grin.

How he’d always automatically be looking for you if they’d stop at an island, choosing to follow you and dismissing Nami’s suspicious glances by saying you’d likely do something stupid that might put everyone in danger if left alone.

It was funny what this could make anyone feel. He didn’t ever feel like this, he didn’t even want to admit he was close to feeling but how long could a person remain in denial?

He was in love with you.

He couldn’t simply excuse his heart racing at your presence as simply annoyance, he couldn’t excuse finding pretty flowers and them reminding him of you as well….yeah you get the point.

That revelation honestly made him spiral into a sort of existential crisis.

So he decided it was best to do one thing.

Ignore it. Ignore everything and simply wait until it all fades away.

But silly him, he didn’t know one thing about love and he assumed it was something that fades away, yet there it was, in his gaze as it softened and in his heart as it sunk slowly like an anchor.

Clogging his throat as if he couldn’t simply breathe when you admitted to being in love with someone, someone who wasn’t him.

Ah love and its magical stuff, yet why does he feel like it's more of a curse right now?

He opened his mouth, and closed it again, resembling a fish and it felt like he wanted to say everything yet nothing.

They probably don’t deserve you.

The thought resonated in his head, but really who was he to say so because did someone like you even deserve him?

Turning to face him completely, ducking your hand under your head, you blinked at him slowly, a grin forming on your face as you saw the stranger’s hair.

“You…you remind me of him, your hair, it’s that ugly color.” You softly giggled to which Zoro was left in yet a contradiction of emotions, whether or not he should feel offended or light over the sound of your soft giggles.

Wait.

“Come closer, I’ll tell you a secret.” He blinked at you, trying not to show any emotions and wondering if you’d ever even talk to him like this sober.

Deciding to follow what you said, something he’d never do if you were sober, he leaned in, putting one arm as support to hold him due to the slightly uncomfortable position.

“I- don’t laugh at me first of all, it’s ridiculous, Nami says I’m being too much of a coward not saying it upfront.” You looked at him to which he nodded, in your mind you presumed it was reassurance and agreeing to not find you ridiculous.

Somehow, despite you not knowing who was in front of you, your heart was picking up in pace and you felt a slight nervousness, actually, you almost felt like throwing up.

As if you were just about to actually…

“I think, actually no, I am definitely in love with Zoro.”

…confess to Zoro.

Good thing, Zoro had quick reflexes because he felt his arm slip and if it weren’t for those quick reflexes, he’d have fallen face-first into the ground. He sat up straighter as if what he heard had physically burned him.

“It sounds ridiculous, falling in love with someone like him but he’s actually a very loveable person, at least once he begins to get more…more comfortable around you. He talks less, shows emotions or any reactions even less, always carrying around a bitch face- Nami says so- but-but he also cares through his actions like-like that one time he found Luffy’s straw hat when he thought he lost- he spent hours helping him look for it and trying to keep Luffy from crying and then, then this other time he stayed up all night when I got hurt and wasn’t able to sleep. And-and there’s sooo many other times he’s done, the small things, he cares for that.”

“You know. I think that was when I knew I loved him. When he didn’t need to stay up, yet he did to make sure I didn’t die or something.” You finished with a soft giggle as memories of that day flashed in front of your closed eyes.

Suddenly he felt way warmer than the room was.

“I know, I know you’ll…you’ll call me stupid for loving someone who’s already in fact rejected me, not-not to my face of course but indirectly I suppose.”

Wait, what?

Rejected you?

How could he do that when- when he didn’t-

“I hate this! I hate the way I feel, it- it’s making me feel pathetic.” Your words slurred as you whined, using your makeshift pillow to groan into.

“Who said love is magical? It’s pathetic! It makes you stupid enough to have stupid hopes that only make you fly high until suddenly the actual reality crashes you down hard.” You spoke somberly, your words slowly fading out as you gave into the alcohol-induced sleep.

“Love is…pathetic. But- but I love him. So much. I love…you.” The last word came out as a hush as you exhaled, shutting your eyes and letting go of the pillow as you finally got knocked out.

It pained him to see you call yourself pathetic…all while being the reason you felt that way.

Zoro was conflicted. The contradiction of emotions making him all do,

Nothing.

He was frozen. He couldn't say a word, couldn't raise his hand to rub your back to perhaps comfort you.

His mind was in more chaos, your words replaying like a loop.

And finally, he came to a conclusion.

I need a drink. Fuck, maybe even three.

Perhaps if you were awake, it’d be a different reaction. Perhaps if you weren’t drunk, you’d have not said it.

The idea of you then getting over him, probably because you’d think he rejected you indirectly due to his words. This left a more bitter aftertaste in his mouth and mind than the beer he just downed.

He left your side, deciding he needed a breather to process what he’d just been told. He made sure you’d be in a comfortable position, placing your arms to your sides and even draped a sad excuse of a blanket, one that you brought yourself of an old woman when you had stopped at an island and one you loved, sad excuse because it was very thin but apparently you couldn’t sleep without it.

He had turned back to you, one more time, about to say something but he just sighed and turned around, walking away to where he was now.

Now, almost halfway through the crate of beers, he still couldn’t get rid of the confusion.

Did- did you mean it?

It was conflicting because for one you said it under the influence, maybe you’d even meant someone else and just said his name by mistake. He hated that, so he chose to focus on you saying it solely for him.

“Why-just why are you trying to die of alcohol poisoning? What is up with you idiots drinking like maniacs today?” A voice said in both disgust and concern as she walked up beside him, facing the sea, and then looking at him, the concern being evident as she saw the conflict of emotions on his face.

She knew he wasn’t one to speak up, it was rather his body language and eyes that spoke what he felt.

He just sighed, taking a smaller sip of the drink, placing both arms on the side of the ship, and observing the waves.

Nami truly wondered what could have happened until she realized.

“Did something happen with Y/N?” She cooly asked, observing his expression and surely enough a change of emotion was seen with the way he suddenly stiffened up.

“Nothing remarkable–”

“Oh cut the crap Zoro, you look like someone stole your fucking swords and threw them into the sea.”

Now he turned towards her, a slight look of horror while he narrowed his eyes at her,

“That’s oddly specific.”

“Won’t deny anything. But, don’t change the topic.”

“They told’ you something?” She figured she should just straight up ask it, put it out in the blue, out of the bad.

Zoro contemplated whether he should spill it, feeling like maybe it would be invading your privacy but even if he didn’t want to admit it, he needed some sort of advice.

“They- uh told me they lo- well see-” He shifted his attention back to the sea, finding it hard to say it to her face without giving away much.

Technically you confessed but also you didn’t? You ranted about being in love with Zoro and how you wished you didn’t, you did that thinking you were spilling it to a stranger but it was the man himself so is that a confession?

“So they finally did it?” He turned towards her raising his eyebrows in question, “They confessed?”

Now he was surprised but how accurate she was, “ They are too coward- no offense- to do it while sober so ‘figured from the way you look like” She pointed towards his face with her finger “They either kissed you, which doesn’t seem evident from your face not being smothered with lipgloss, they confessed.”

He gulped from his active imagination flashing a picture of you kissing him and how-

“But why are you so freaked out then? Shouldn’t you be happy your silly little crush is mutual?”

“It wasn’t a confession. More like a rant, they thought I was someone else and they basically spewed it all, and wait what do you mean mutual- I don’t uh-”

“Oh don't give that bullshit now. I know- in fact, even a blind person could see how in love you are with them.”

Zoro didn’t know whether to get offended or embarrassed if it were really that obvious. He exhaled heavily, clearly not satisfied with the situation still.

“What if they don’t even remember? What if they begin to ignore me because they think I don’t like them?”

“Well you did say you weren’t looking for a partner or so on, did you forget that idiot?” Nami shook her head as she rolled her eyes at him.

“I-well- It wasn’t intentional! I panicked!”

“And now this is your consequence. Though there’s a simple solution to this crisis which isn’t a crisis actually, it’s pretty straightforward.”

Now he was curious, a way to solve this whole catastrophe?

“Since you think they’ll forget by morning, how about you confront them then?”

“In the morning, you clear out your feelings before you dumbasses end up avoiding each other to purposefully brush this aside and I swear! I swear if it gets awkward because you both won’t look past your egos, I’ll force you into the damn cabin and lock you there to talk.”

Nam smiled sweetly, yet a threat underlined beneath her final words and Zoro thought of the only thing he should do now.

“Fine then.”

“I’ll talk. I’ll…confess to everything.”

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dearest-painter · 11 months

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I didn’t do anything wrong! PT.1

Summary: Y/N was just living their best life or as best as it can get as spider-man/women. Y/N misses their old friends but understands that they must be busy but once they go to a place that is filled with people wanting them as their child but also to write their story they get pissed off

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader is Miles morals,Reader is tired and trying their best,very out of character characters,this is a series,Reader needs therapy,Reader will be forced into the spider society,I fuck up the movie a lot just so I can make this a bit more sense,Reader is forced to visit Spider society and be away from their actual family,Reader is paranoid and worried all the time now,this doesn’t completely go with the plot as it’ll be a bit different,Reader is mentioned to have selfed harmed because I wanna represent that more as I wanna show that everyone has had tough times even in wrong ways as I’ve selfed harmed in the past so this does mean a lot to me,Reader is basically forced to be around people they don’t want to be around,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more

PT.2

Hiding, that’s all your doing. Your panting and scared as people have chased you down for no reason at all! You covered your mouth as you started to cry, you wanted your mom, you wanted your dad, you wanted your uncle just so you can be comforted but no here you are stuck in some society that your scared of being in! It’s so easy for you to cry silently especially with your mouth being covered as you’ve done it many times in the past.

You want your dad to hold you again while comforting you as your mom made your comfort food as he also reassured your safe, you want your uncle Aaron to ruffle your hair while cracking up jokes to cheer you up. You just want to be with your family again but no your uncles dead and your in some strange place with people chasing you! What’s worse is that Gwen and Peter B seemed to be in on it!

Suppose you were to deep in thought to realize someone found you. “Heya” You jumped and crawled away very scared as you saw the women, she was pregnant. “Hey I’m not here to hurt you, I know it must be scary in a new place with new people” “Yeah especially when those people are chasing you and one of them literally has talons while you were unwilling forced to be here, of course I’d be scared! I just wanna go home!” You cried more. Jessica felt so bad, you didn’t deserve this but seeing you cry remind her of a child and she saw you as a child but her child even if you two weren’t biologically related.

She crouched down while holding her belly as she sat beside you, you were not crying because of fear now but now because of anger. “Listen…I understand that your stressed and scared but everyone here just wants the best for you” “and my biological parents are the best for me!? They’ve protected me and raised me all my life! What makes this place safer then my parents arms!” She sighed again, she knew it was to much to ask you to calm down as you had a right to be mad. “I know that it’s just…most people here believe that your safer here as no danger can get you and you don’t have to deal with being spider-man/women/person, even if you wanna be that person they are scared that you’ll lose one of those fights one day”

You scoffed, people who you don’t know are worried for you? That sounds creepy as shit. “Look I know your trying to comfort me but when you see it from my perspective it’s creepy as people I don’t know and didn’t know exist know about me and where I live, they know about my whole life basically and they worry for me. When your taken from the only place you know is home by people who know so much of you but you know so little of them it’s terrifying. You understand now?” She nodded her head. “Yeah now I do, let’s just sit here while you calm down” You nodded your head at the pregnant women.

“I’m Jessica drew” “Y/N Morales…nice to meet ya Ms.drew” she chuckled a bit at your formality, that was something she found cute about you other then your smile.

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #gn reader #x gn reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #romantic yandere #part 1 of many #yandere spider man across the spider verse #I didn’t do anything wrong series #yandere spiderverse #Miles!reader

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viivdle · 2 months

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it's been a long time coming..

Dancing With Our Hands Tied (Jurdan's Version) with @annamatix <3

part 1!!

"I, I loved you in secret" is one of the many lyrics you don't need to use metaphorically for them to fit. he *did* love her in secret, and he hid his feelings with every action he took.

"First sight, yeah, we love without reason" we get a description of what he noticed first when he saw jude, and he was (very obviously, might i add) star struck. he didn't have a reason to be attracted to her. if anything, it was the opposite. his whole life he was taught to hate mortals and find them repulsing, but something about her was different.

"Oh, how were you to know?" i think sometimes cardan regrets his actions. he would do it again just to have the same outcome - being with jude. but i think he regrets how long it took because it cost them valuable time together. even after his feelings were clear, he did things that prolonged the time until they got to openly confess their love.

"And my, my love had been frozen" with everything in his life growing up, nobody reciprocated the love he tried to give, so he locked his heart away the best he could. he tried to freeze it so it wouldn't get hurt, but people still found ways to shatter it.

"Deep blue, but you painted me golden" cardan had a horrible life, nobody needs reminders of it. it's in everything he says and does. she ultimately saved his life in more ways than one. this can also be taken literally. "but you painted me golden" fits the scene in which jude struck him and smeared gold over his face, but that's just a funny thing to add. another way to interpret it (i'm already getting unhinged with this) is that he was with nicasia before he was with jude. not only were they bad together, which painted him blue, but nicasia is the princess of the undersea, nicasia is the deep blue that was replaced with gold, jude.

"Oh, and you held me close. Oh, how was I to know?" it's no secret that jude can lie. and that she takes great advantage of that ability. even after everything, i think cardan still had doubts about her love for him because she *could* be lying. he's very self-destructive and thinks little to nothing of himself. "it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing" is only one of the many admissions to it, verbal or not. while he knows jude loves him, but can't be certain.

"I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets" screams cardan. he thought he was uncapable of being loved, and she proved him otherwise. he loves with all he has and all he can give, and when he got a taste of what it was like to be loved, he never wanted to let it go again. he would've spent forever with her hands in his pockets, and he would've been happy to do so.

"Picture of your face in an invisible locket" i love love LOVE this lyric, and cardan would too. as i said, he loves with all his might, and he proudly does so. he would 100% wear a locket with a picture of jude in it, nobody questions that. he would love it even more if the locket was invisible to show everyone who has his heart. in the standards elfhame sets, he shouldn't feel proud to love a mortal. he is anyway and after finding out how it feels to love her, he stops caring about it and he would scream it from the top of every building in the kingdom.

"You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it" need i remind everyone of when he was a serpent and knew nothing, not even himself (yes, i'm repeating myself again) but he knew jude? nothing in the world could stop his love for her, literally. and it most definitely something he'd admit to jude.

"I had a bad feeling" has so many meanings for me, looking at it and trying to connect it to cardan. literally, hate is a bad feeling - and he felt it for jude. a lot. cardan, despite his very inflated seeming ego, is extremely anxious when it comes to jude. not only is she the only family he has left, she's the only family he ever had. yes, he had his court. yes, he had a complex relationship with the people in it. yes, said relationship also included love. but no, it was never pure love. jude and cardan's story is anything but pure. it's tainted, bloody, cursed... but their love? it's the purest love in his life.

i know this is very, very long, and i doubt anyone's read it - but stay tuned for the rest of my version and anna's post on her account<33

#it's been over a month #it's been a LONG time coming #cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #jurdan #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #tfota #the folk of the air #holly black #taylor swift #jurdan songs #taylor swift analysis #tfota songs #tfota song analysis #idk how to tag this ahhhh!!!!@#how the king of elfhame learned to hate stories #htkoelths

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tugoslovenka · 7 months

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Ducks & Revelations

We're back with part 2 of a series of little smut write-ups that may also have a bit of fluff on the side. Because how can I not add fluff when it's Halsin? I do love the idea of him losing a wee bit of control during mating season and I'm a sucker for some roughing up, so I hope you're all enjoying this! Although there's a question for you all: is *the* bear sex something to write about next time? Full on bear, with the fur and the claws and the pp? Unsure how many people are interested in it.

I also post on ao3, if you would be so kind to visit!

Breakfast proved to be a challenge for Edith. Her appetite had returned even after last night’s passionate lovemaking, but the soreness between her legs seemed to protest her attempt to settle next to Halsin. She winced, muttering a set of curses as the druid looked up to assess her injuries.

“What is the matter?” he asked, placing a gentle hand on her arm. His thumb circled her wrist lazily, but his eyebrows were furrowed in worry. Edith offered a chuckle as she widely gestured towards her lower half, as if to remind him of their activities the night before.

The hairs on Edith’s neck stood up at the thought. It had been more than she anticipated. They were still new lovers and exploration was part of what made every night so special for her. Mating season was upon most of the forest, which proved to be rather challenging for Halsin, even in times of rest.

Hence, the cuddling that began with her gently cocooning herself between the Archdruid’s muscular arms very quickly turned into a relentless fucking in the middle of the woods.

The problem that arose though, was his lack of control. As he had confessed, there was something about being on all fours that made him especially vulnerable to his Wildshape. It was animalistic, he had said, seeing her drooling hole pulsate with need as he positioned himself at her entrance. The sex felt different, too. it was unlike his usual self, where his poise usually kept until the very last moments before release. His strokes were rough, seeking deeper comfort in her insides. His body suddenly transformed into a bear in the middle of their coupling—which also half-way crushed her in the process. What she didn’t expect though, was his cock swelling twice in size to match the beast’s large form, which was enough to practically split her open.

Metaphorically, she thought at first, until she felt a sharp pain that began at her core and ended with thunderous boom inside her head any time she attempted to take more than a step.

He followed her nod, and it took him a beat to understand her meaning. His expression dropped, as did the handful of berries he was holding in his other hand. “Oh…” he bowed his head, clearing his throat before looking up at her once more. “I… Forgive me, Edith. I should have been gentler. No— I should—I should’ve had more control. I’m no longer a cub with need of guidance, I should be able to—“

“No,” she said, feeling her entire body shift uncomfortably at the sudden movement. “I… It’s not ideal, but I don’t mind it either.” she confessed, biting at her lip as she saw his despair turn into confusion.

Edith was not how he typically referred to her. It was only reserved for the most dire of conversations—the near death ones—which he for some reason felt this situation was part of.

“No, you are in pain.” he shifted to grasp onto her hand with both of his own. “I have hurt you. I should have— There are ways to better control myself. I cannot—Oh, little flower. I—Oakfather, forgive me.” his pleads soon turned into quiet mutters as he shut his eyes in prayer, keeping whatever distain he had for his actions within his thoughts.

“Halsin,” she said sternly, sighing when he didn’t respond. Wobbling herself into some balance, she slowly leaned down until she rested in a squatting position in front of him. She could see him in deep focus, with furrowed brows and tightened fists as he continued to mumble prayers to Silvanus. Her free hand moved to cup his face, using her thumb to smooth out some of his wrinkles. “Halsin, I promise you this is not a problem you should concern yourself with.”

Without opening his eyes, he replied, “I beg you to not reward my senselessness with affection.”

Edith responded with an eye roll as she rested her thumb at his temple, gently squeezing to get his attention. "You're being a bit theatrical now, bear," she let out a small chuckle, "I've just been well and thoroughly fucked, is all."

Halsin ceased his prayers, blinking his eyes open with a puzzled expression. "You... you do not mind the pain?"

Her nose scrunched up for a moment as she contemplated her response, placing a finger under her chin in thought. She turned back to him, humming softly before saying, "Well, it's not exactly ideal, but I'd be willing to forgive your transgressions if you..." She trailed off, smacking her lips while searching for the appropriate request. "Make me a duck?"

“A… duck?”

“Yes. You’ve been going on about carving them for ages now but I haven’t seen them around. So, I,” she scooted closer, emphasizing her point, "want," she continued, leaning forward, "a duck," she finished, tilting her head upward until their foreheads met.

Halsin was not a man that lost his thoughts easily. In fact, he was probably the last person to be dumbfounded purely through principle. Yet here the 300-year old elf was, looking as confused as a baby deer attempting to walk for the first time.

Edith caught note of his bewilderment, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss on his cheek. It was where the scars met his tattoo, a favorite spot of hers she soon found. With a slight chuckle, she asked, “Is that a no?” “What kind of… duck?”

She shrugged in response, turning her gaze towards the skies as if she would find any. “I’m not the animal expert here, but I would request she had a hat on.”

“A… hat?”

“Yes, a nice hat.”

Halsin cleared his throat and nodded in response. In a moment, he was on his feet and making his way towards a large oak tree, being careful not to disrupt the little critters on the ground as he looked over some of the fallen logs and branches.

Edith used the time to find a comfortable place on the ground. It took all the effort in the world to not curse every God in existence with each movement. She wasn’t a stranger to pain, not since she crash landed on a coast in the middle of nowhere after getting kidnapped by Ilithids. This was a different kind of pain entirely — one that was etched into her most sensitive parts, as if a memory carved into her flesh was screaming out to remind her of a particular brand of unfamiliarity.

She certainly wouldn’t forget any of their encounters.

He decided to take her every day ever since that day at the Last Night Inn. For an old man, he didn’t seem to lack any stamina. And while she was capable of releasing more than a few times with any partner, even she would admit he seemed to crave her touch an abnormally high amount of times.

At some point, he had taken to calling her his most addicting poppy.

“I believe this will do.” her thoughts momentarily paused as her attention was turned to the man looking over a large log, slowly dragging his fingertips over the bark. There he stood under the canopy of trees, looking back at her with curiosity as rays of sun penetrated through the thick of it, illuminating his body.

Edith cocked her head as she inspected more of it. For an elf, he was rather hairy—the hairiest one she had ever seen, in fact—yet she still felt a bear warranted more fur. In the light of the morning, bearing just his trousers, she couldn’t help but feel a tingle between her legs even with the sting that followed.

“Little flower?”

“Mm?” she hummed in response.

Halsin chuckled, “I hope my ministrations have not altered your mind as much as they have your body.”

“Oh, they have. Had those mind flayers taken my paint brushes when they abducted me, I would have painted at least ten portraits of you.” she confessed, doing her best to scoot herself once he joined her with log in hand.

“Well, we are practically at the gates.” he commented, reaching into his belongings to grab a small blade, inspecting it for a moment. “While all its noise, smoke, stone and bustle may not be what I find comfort in, I am willing to accept torture at the price of a painting.”

Edith only nodded in response. Painting had been just a passion she could no longer find time for. Obtaining coin in Baldur’s Gate was a difficult task no matter the job, but art was a particularly tricky endeavour only afforded to the privileged whose galleries were bought and paid for by their patrons, parents or partners—hence the jack of all trade skillset she had managed to acquire over the years.

Watching Halsin gave her soul an ease she didn’t expect to find in a person. The salt air in the outskirts of the city sometimes did, as did the soft movements of her brush with each stroke over the canvas. Seeing him though, whether in conversation, manual labor, praying or taking strolls in the forest, gave her the same serenity she hadn’t experienced in people before.

“I feel strangely nervous about this.” Halsin admitted, holding his thumb at the spine of the blade as he began shaving down the bark. “I don’t believe I have whittled in years. Nor do I think I have ever had a person ask of me carve anything for them.”

“Best do your best to impress me, then,” Edith challenged, her eyes not leaving his hand as he continued shaving slivers from the wood. A few times she found herself looking over some of the protruding veins on his hands, the flexing of his muscles and the beads of sweat that formed on his skin. She was thankful he wasn’t observing her in return, since she swore she could feel herself drooling.

He spoke about it occasionally, fucking her like an animal. Mating season was the height of his sexual desires—and between the straining of his trousers at all hours of the day and the continuous touching that led to him having to excuse himself once their teasing had become too much—he wanted to share that experience.

The only problem was his Wildshape. Not only would he lose complete control of his elven body, but his senses would transform to that of a beast too. It meant he would no longer have full control of his movements, which he felt was unbecoming of someone who wished to have her as a mate and not just a lover.

Edith wasn’t entirely too sure if she wanted to experience it at first. Having intercourse with something non-human, elvish, or well, capable of speech, did not interest her. Though, after spending some time with Halsin and occasionally—almost, barely—getting a taste of his beastial side, even she would admit that curiosity was getting the better of her.

Now, whether that curiosity would literally kill the proverbial cat was the question she wasn’t prepared to answer.

She was familiar his humanoid abilities which far exceeded any expectations she may have had. Even in the depravity of her filthy thoughts before they had ever touched, she couldn’t imagine just how attentive, loving and generous of a lover he would end up being.

A joyful thought that always came to mind was how intent he was on her fulfilment first. Edith often wished he would runt her sooner, yet he always made time to give her enough attention with his tongue or fingers. No coupling was that urgent that it didn’t require the flowers be watered before rearrangement, he had said once.

And what a rearranging he typically did. His member was meaty, long and at attention for so long that it sometimes made her ponder about his wellbeing. She wasn’t a particularly small person, yet even she found herself being smoothed by body and cock all at once.

The thoughts flooding her mind began tickling down to her core. Edith absentmindedly chewed on her lip as she studied his face now, laced with concentration as he smoothed over the log. He lifted it at eye level, searching for bumps and ridges before his gaze settled on hers. It gave him pause and Edith could tell he recognized her expression.

“My heart, while I appreciate your eagerness even in times of pain, I do not think it a bright idea to encourage me to do more harm at this time.” he said, gently placing one hand on her shoulder and giving it a small squeeze.

“I can’t stop thinking about what you said.” she retorted, momentarily looking away from him to hide the flush on her cheeks.

“What are you referring to?”

“The… You know when we were discussing the potential for having sex, the, um,” she paused to clear her throat, “Without any boundaries?”

She couldn’t see him, but she could hear the smile on his lips when he responded. “That is a conversation I thought settled, love.” he responded. “I do not wish to do things to you that may cause you any embarrassment, discomfort or the inability to cease if you believe it is too much.” Edith could feel small circles being rubbed on her shoulder as he spoke. “Besides, that is not the way I tend to my mates.”

“Is that what I am to you, now?”

“Well, I had hoped you wouldn’t protest. It is not something I use lightly. I have had many lovers, as I’ve confessed before, but not many mates. That is a word I cherish dearly and I do mean it, if you feel the same, of course.”

Edith pursed her lips for a moment in an effort to hide the smirk that was forming. She turned her attention back to him, “As your mate, then, I demand to be fucked without any constraints next time.”

Halsin smiled warmly at the sentiment. “And as your mate, I deserve a say in how we conduct this. How about we heal your current wounds before adding any new to the collection, hm?” he hummed.

Edith scoffed. “I can’t believe I have to beg a man to fuck me.”

The druid placed the log on the ground, giving him enough space to scoot in front of her. Even in a sitting position, he towered over her. Even when leaning down to speak to her, he felt intimidating. “You do not have to beg me to fuck you, though I do cherish your cries of pleasure when you are gracious enough to sing them to me. I do however, want you to be aware of my untamed side. I am very deliberate in the partners, places and intentions. Asking this of me requires a colossal amount of trust.”

“And you do not trust me?”

Halsin’s hand found her cheek a moment later, softly using his knuckles to pet it, “I do. But this is something that requires your trust of me. I have caused injuries before, and I do not wish to—“ he began, pausing before he could finish his thought. “Although, I suppose that ship has sailed, as they say.”

Edith responded by lunging her body forward to press their lips together. The sudden movement made her wince and when her body collided with his, her groans of pain smothered in the kiss they shared. Halsin chose to respond, his hand quickly finding its place at the back of her head.

She mirrored him, grabbing a hold of the hair—the braids—at his neck. Very slowly, she rose herself into a kneeling position, grimacing once she felt that sharpness tingle at her core a second time. Halsin seemed to notice and momentarily stop, which spurred Edith to remove one of her hands and place it between his legs instead.

As if on cue, he seemed to continue. It didn’t take her long to find his member, now that she was familiar with every part of him, down to the clothes he wore. In an instant, her hand slithered itself between the leathers, reaching the shaft of his cock and grabbing a firm hold.

Halsin smacked his lips away, choosing to rest his forehead on hers, “My heart…” he breathed. She could feel him fighting for control again. “I will not injure you again.”

“Don’t worry, I have other plans.” she grinned, bending herself until her face was eye level with his member. Using her other hand, she unfastened his trousers and pulled down, freeing his large member in the process. Her nose made contact with the shaft and she inhaled deeply at the scent of him—salty, earthy, with a hint of leather. Smells weren’t a sense she associated with people, but when it came to this man, it was all she could think about.

Her mouth took in his head, her tongue following and lapping away in pursuit. Pre-come was forming at the top and she didn’t take long to lick away at it, inciting a moan from the large elf as his palm gripped her hair, pulling at it with enough force to make her head jerk back.

His member released with a pop from her lips, as Edith looked up. “Is this not acceptable?” she teased, knowing fully well he never complained about her meticulous mouth work.

Halsin growled in response. She could feel his breathing becoming ragged, indicating the start of his transformation. It was in these moments that she longed for him most. His eyes hadn’t yet turned golden and his body hadn’t transformed, but his grip on any part of her felt as though he could rip her in half. It was in this juncture that she craved for him to fuck her like a wanton whore.

“I require more than your lips, little flower,” he demanded, his usual tone shifting onto a more guttural one as he kept her head angled towards him. “And I do not wish to hurt you, again.”

“Well, I suppose it’s high time you learned some control, bear.” Edith moved her mouth closer to his cock, this time poking her tongue out so that it barely touched the side of it. She could feel his grip tighten around her scalp and the embarrassing whine of pleasure that escaped her lips was enough to break her attempt at commanding him.

“You do not get to make those demands of me yet, mate.”

Instead of pulling away, Edith could feel herself being pushed closer to his member. With a free hand, she could feel him tapping below her jaw and without much protest, opened her mouth while keeping eye contact. The swiftness with which he jammed his cock to the farthest ends of her mouth was not something she was expecting, hence the choking that followed.

Edith wished to say anything, to maybe dispute his defiance or tease him, but she knew better than to push her luck. The druid had buried himself in her mouth, stilling entirely as he sought some reprieve. One hand was holding her jaw in place while the other pushed at the back of her head, which left the human with no choice but to search for air through her nostrils.

“Although, I have not yet spent myself inside your throat,” Halsin smiled as he cranked his neck towards the skies, eyes firmly shut. The moan that escaped his throat was delicious, “And while I enjoy marking your womb as my own, there are other places where I may leave some scars that are less… agonizing.”

Edith groaned in response. His words were honeyed no matter the topic, but she often found the possessiveness in his voice when he was referring to claiming her was her favorite. She hadn’t thought herself a woman who longed to be, not until she met the bear. Now that she had effectively become his mate—whatever that meant—she was fairly certain he wouldn’t cease the territorial marking.

Halsin began gently rocking his hips, which she immediately felt at the back of her throat. Accommodating a man his size was difficult and it seemed most of her body protested the intrusion as she began to gag on his member. Tears pooled in her eyes and they soon spilled down her cheeks as a burn began forming in her gullet.

Seemingly able to notice, the druid looked down to assess his mate. This time, she could see his eyes were already beaming a golden color, his lip twisted in a snarl as he observed her expression. Edith wondered how she looked — on her elbows, her ass hanging in the air as she craned her neck to help ease the death grip he had on her scalp.

The pain between her legs had long escaped her thoughts, replaced by her fight or flight instinct that was screaming for aid from the asphyxiation. Halsin had never allowed himself to be this rough with her, though she did appreciate the change of pace. It seemed that mating season was the crest of his beasthood, something she would note to the tadpole in her brain later.

His pace picked up, which didn’t help the burn in her esophagus. Somehow, he was able to slowly pound himself in and out of her mouth with enough constraint to not come out the other side, which ultimately allowed her to find breath when he would pull out, even if momentarily. Their eyes hadn’t moved away from each other at any point, which only made the encounter so much more pleasurable to her.

Watching the bear’s expressions—unchanged and stern—as he used both hands to keep her focused on his cock, was a sight she burned inside her mind for later. Every so often, his lips would part. Once in a while, his brow would furrow. She swore at some point, she could see him begin to transform again.

Yet, he remained steadfast in his intentions to upkeep the tempo. Edith swore her jaw would dislodge the moment he let go of it, that she would no longer find words to speak since her tongue was unable to move on its own, that she may never swallow food again without sensing the head of his cock in her throat.

“I have longed to hear your voice. Speak to me.” Halsin commanded.

Edith’s eyebrows furrowed at the request. She was unable to move the muscles inside her mouth on her own volition, let alone be capable of speech. With the most effort she could muster, she attempted—and failed—at saying anything. The only thing that left her throat was a sound that matched the choking that followed.

Although, it did seem to please Halsin. “My heart,” he moaned, closing his eyes once more. The human soon realized the guttural vibrations that hugged his cock with each noise she made were goading his release. And so she complied, every so often attempting a word or two before finding herself close to choking. Halsin’s large hand spread over the top of her head this time, and in conjunction with the one holding onto her jaw, was now well and truly face fucking her into the ground.

Once she noted his thrusts became more erratic, she felt the grip on her chin release, only for his large paw to grab her at the base of the throat instead. The hold was strong, with two fingers seemingly pausing at her pulse points for just a moment before releasing.

“You take me so well. I can feel myself in your throat.” he complimented, stroking her neck affectionately with his thumb.

Edith’s nostrils were flared as she sought out oxygen. She swore she felt lightheaded the more he forced her onto the ground. But with the way his thrusts were paced, she knew he wouldn’t last much longer. To help aid him, she used a hand to reach underneath the spot where his cock and her mouth met, gently grazing over his heavy sack.

It seemed to startle Halsin for a moment, but he allowed her touch nonetheless. With feather-light movements, her fingertips began at the very tops of his skin until she reached the heavy load at the bottom, being careful to only use her nails to gently tickle at them—the way he preferred.

“Do not let it go to waste.” Halsin’s command caught her off guard. She momentarily paused, only to then feel build up in her throat. The bear halted entirely, letting out a growl as Edith could feel thick ropes of cum coat the back of her throat. It still amazed her how much spend he had each time they fucked.

Though, feeling it in her throat felt different to her cunt. She could feel her already occupied mouth getting filled with his sticky seed, prompting her to take a long and heavy intake of air through her nose as she felt it coat every bit of her mouth.

Halsin watched her carefully, his eyes losing their glow as she saw the familiar hazels return. Yet his grip hadn’t loosened, still firmly keeping her head in place as his come filled her. She panicked at the thought of it spilling out of her lips with how heavy his load was, but was happy to find his throbbing stop.

Very carefully, he began loosening the grip on her throat and head, which felt Edith with the sensation that she was entirely too at-will to control her movements. Had it not been for him quickly supporting her shoulders once his member pulled out of her mouth, she swore she would have keeled over.

Though, his stare was still commanding. “Open.” he instructed, curiously eyeing over her as she did so. She kept his spend in her mouth, and it took quite a bit of balancing on her knees until she felt comfortable enough to do what he had asked of her without risk of dropping any on the ground.

She stuck her tongue out, being careful to push back any drips that may have threatened to fall as she presented his mouth to him. Halsin examined her in approval, nodding once he felt satisfied enough with the sight. “Not a drop left.” he put a finger to her nose, tapping it ever so slightly while a grin played on his lips.

Edith did as commanded, gulping down the thick, salty liquid until she felt it dribbling down her pipe. With a few more swallows and check-ups with her tongue, she opened her mouth once more for him to inspect.

His hum told her he was satisfied with the outcome. “Next time, little flower, I long to see such depravities while you are at least not as injured.”

“I do not—“ Edith began speaking, before her throat tightened at the sudden use of her vocal cords which prompted her to cough instead. “I don’t think you realize just how little you’ve changed my mind over the lack of control request.” she said. “In fact, I can’t think of anything I would want more, now.”

The druid kneeled down, moving his hand from her shoulder to the side of her head where he gently ran his fingers through her hair. “In due time, my heart. Mating season has just begun. I promise I will not be as difficult to convince once my thoughts are replaced by carnal urges. Though, I’m not sure if you realize what you’re asking of me, still.”

His eyes then moved downward, between her legs, where he cocked his head slightly. “Are you in pain?”

Edith nodded. “I didn’t feel much when you were face-fucking me, though. Too busy trying to breathe and all.”

The hearty laugh that escaped his lips put a smile on hers. His happiness was an infectious disease of the most indulging kind. There was not a creature on the Material Plane that made her insides flutter as much as the bear man did.

“I can assure you, I have never face fucked anyone before.” he said, raising on two feet and helping Edith do the same. She took some time in balancing herself properly, finding it rather difficult to stand after a solid few minutes being restrained on the floor.

“Well, I’m glad to be your first in one lewd activity.”

“Come now,” he cooed, taking her hand in his as he made his way towards the half-shaved log on the ground. “I think I owe you more than one duck.”

#halsin #baldur's gate 3 #halsin x tav #halsin x original female character #fanfiction #god i love this man #my fics #the bear

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 5 months

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I would like to hear more about how Uncle Iroh failed Zuko and Azula.

Also, about his relationship with his brother? I remember thinking that Iroh’s vision of conquering Ba Sing Se might have earned him undeserved favor and praise from Azulon in Ozai’s eyes.

Like I said, Iroh's fuck ups towards Zuko were basically him trying to put Zuko in the right path by doing what worked for himself, and not noticing it was not having the same effect on Zuko. An honest, totally forgivable mistake, but a mistake nonetheless.

As for his mistakes with Azula, it's much worse and very simple: He didn't try. At all. Don't get me wrong, he didn't have to blindly trust her or invite her for tea when she was literally hunting him and Zuko down, but he somehow found a way to continue mentoring Zuko while in prison (and he was only there in the first place because Zuko chose, of his own free will, to betray him in Ba Sing Se).

Yet he never said a word to Azula, never worried about her well being despite her spending three years with a parent he knows is willing to disfigure his own child in front of dozens of people just for speaking out of turn, and when Zuko so much as suggests that, as family, he maybe should try to get along with her, Iroh doesn't simply remind him "Hey, don't be too quick to let your guard down, she's still trying to throw us in prison" - instead he says "She's crazy and needs to go down."

What exactly makes her crazy though? Her breakdown had not happened yet (nor do I think Uncle Iroh would want her to be dealt with too harshily when she's in such a sorry state). Is it because she's following her father's orders blindly, even if it means harming her own family? Iroh should not be so quick to judge considering his own son died because the Fire Nation just had to go invade other people's land.

Even Iroh's voice actor agrees that this shit doesn't add up:

As for why Azulon favored Iroh instead of Ozai, it's impossible to say why that happened since canon never gave us any hints. I've seen many interesting theories, which go from a simple "Iroh was the first born and thus is more important in their hierarchy, and Azulon felt Ozai needed to be put in his place" all the way to "Maybe his wife died giving birth to Ozai and he was one of these asshole fathers that blames the kid."

Personally, I like the idea that there is no "reason". Azulon was just an unfair, cruel person that liked to abuse his power and picked a favorite target - considering his ONE scene with Ozai in "Zuko Alone" strongly mirrors Ozai's Agni Kai with Zuko, I wouldn't be surprised if he was also an innocent child once, but grew bitter after years of mistreatment and instead of choosing to be a better man than his father, he just wanted to be the one with absolute power over everyone.

Also, it does not surprise me that Ozai saw Zuko as the good-for-nothing firstborn, yet strongly favored his second, youngest child, who just happened to be a prodigy. He likely saw himself as "superior", and projected his own hang ups onto his children - and ironically ended up getting some karmic punishment thanks to the child he despised, much like Azulon himself.

#fire nation fuckery #fire nation royal family

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music-my-beloved · 27 days

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Please Please Me: A 16yo's (horrible) album review

I Saw Her Standing There 🧍: She was just 17 apparently! Honestly I reallyyyy like the song !! She's electric and vibrant. Uber catchy and is kinda adorbs ! I'm not 17 but I shall imagine that this song captures what it's like to be 17 in some way, shape, or form ( hopefully, maybe not idk ).

Misery 💧: uh, babe it's giving break up !!! If I made a song like this all I'd hear is "God stop wallowing in self pity and get yourself back up there !!" But sometimes people need a little time to rot in their feels and I think this song is great for that !!! It's not super catchy but overall I didn't hate it. Music doesn't need to be catchy to be good >:3

Anna (Go To Him) 💍: I LOVE ITTTTTT. Man, Anna's a meanie girl ! What she did was dirttyyyyyy 😭😭 but good on the guy for letting her go and be happy even tho he couldn't be,,,, it was so sweet !! Uh anyway yeah this song is so good. I love how longing and sad it sounds. It's like if Misery and I Saw Her Standing There had a baby. It totally fits the 60's I can see it playing at a dinner or something !! Also, Anna girl, give that ring back !! 😭

Chains ⛓️: Honestly I can see myself liking this song in the future (two or three weeks from now) and it's honestly a really unique take on love that I really like. His girl's got him chained down with the chains of love !!! Not in an oppressive and controlling way but she's got him locked in !!! He loves her so much, they're connected 😣

Boys 🤷: Erm. Gay Anthem?? Don't know what to think about this one I really don't know 😭😭 talks about 'em all the time I guess??

Ask Me Why ❓: It's so cute !! I can also see this one being played at an old diner. The do-wop sound is like, addictive and supperrrr catchy. Really like this song. Kinda reminds me of A World Without Love by Peter and Gordon !!

Please Please Me 🫵: Honestly kinda forgot about her ?? After the first listen it was like I just had a fever dream. But also that might have been because I was in the car with my parents talking and I could hear them through my headphones so idk you tell me :/ but now that I've relistened to the album while writing the reviews I love this one!

Love Me Do ❤️: Don't really jive with this one :/ it's not a bad sing but it just wasn't my cup of tea !! I feel bad saying that 'cause I don't wanna be the typical teen that "only listens to catchy, simple songs" but this one just wasn't there for me the way Please Please Me and Anna were 😭😭

P.S. I Love You 💌: ITS SO CUTTTEEEEE !!!!! Was this song a precursor to All My Loving like, directly ??? If it wasn't I probably look stupid saying that but whatevs. This song is like, old and faded is a really lovely way like,,, who writes letters anymore, it's so romantic!!! The simple guitar is like, really bleeding through to me for some reason idk good job George !!!

Baby It's You 💕: 60s came through with this one. She is PUNGENT. It's giving Runaround Sue !! This one just feels like a classic.

Do You Want To Know A Secret 🫠: Elementary school yard ramped up!!! I can almost hear the children playing and yelling in the background it's so cutesy. Overall a pretty good track. Wouldn't mind hearing it again !!

A Taste of Honey 🍯: Reminds me of a song i'd hear in Rango.. hmm. I don't like this song as much as I feel I should?? Didn't quite give with me, it's just another track I guess (idk this review felt mean 😭😭)

There's a Place 🏩: Its like an amalgamation of all of the songs in the album. I'm hearing baby it's you, please please me, and literally everything else idk it's so strange

Twist and Shout 🌀: This song is iconic. There's nothing I cans at that will add or take anything away. Might be a bit overrated idk it's just me . But it's uber high energy and I like it !!

More Reviews Later, Next Up: With The Beatles ..

#guys pls dont grill me i have literally no musical talent #im doing this for fun #dont hate me 😭#the beatles #george harrison #john lennon #paul mccartney #ringo starr #album review

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Ok i saw that you were s̶u̶f̶f̶e̶r̶i̶n̶g̶. So why not u do a Todoroki x reader fluff? It's like the reader is a new kid at school and she is roomates with Todoroki.

※The reader is female

※The anime is My Hero Academia.(MHA)

-Muichiro Tokito☁🌫

Roommate [MHA]

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x F!Reader

Warning: mention of bullying. Fluff. Roommates

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Listen to this besties:

Why did I recommend these? First, because I wrote it while listening to them, second, because I can.

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Friendly Reminder: This was not my idea as you see, @ask-muichiro-tokito is the one who bought it up, and as a reply for her, here ya go..! ♡ I want to thank @slutsssphobia for her/their supportive messege, I'm really happy :) (screaming*) BTW, check out her account, I'll list accounts to follow at the end of this post :) Add: Tf?! I have 51 followers?! Thx yall😭💅

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Another Reminders: Drink some water, even though if its hard, and for my eating disorder girlies I relate, YOU CAN DO IT! I love you, so does your crush. You slayy. Please listen to Britt Barbie. How does it feel to be the hottest alive?

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Enjoy? ♡

Y/N, the new student transfers to the popular and mysterious academy were people who were born with powers learn to control it, you wonder if you're gonna find real friends this time..

At your very first day of school, you walk around, wondering what would happen, since you were bullied at your old school for being unique, but what are you afraid of this time? While daydreaming, you bump into someone with a muscular figure, you could tell it was a guy, but who?

You look at him with embarrassment,

"I- I am sorry..! I didn't mean to bump into you!" You say while lowering your head.

The guy with red and white hair was visibly confused by your actions.

"Are you ok? You don't need to apologise, you know.." he says while placing one of his hands on your shoulder.

You watch him walk away as you find your eyes follow him unconsciously. You feel something tapping on your shoulder.

"Heyy new kid, how are you?" You turn around to see Mina, you put on a smile and talk to her, even though you were talking to her, you find your self zooning out every while thinking about your encounter with that guy. Maybe he was your type, you know that.

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You just got your keys, you don't know you is your roommate, you were really hoping for someone who would get along with you.

You place the key in the door hole, as you unlock the door, you see the guy you bumped into sitting on the couch reading a book. You both make eye contact, but he looks back at the book.

"I guess you are my roommate, huh? Welcome.." he says while having his eyes glued to the book.

"Yeah, thanks." You try to hide your face by look back to grab your bags.

You shyly walk to your room, you can feel his eyes following you.

While you were placing your stuff and whatever you shit you have, you hear a knock on the door. You quickly rush to the door and slowly open it, a little bit that only half of your face can be visible.

"Oh, hi" you saw while 'slightly' blushing.

"Well.." the guy in front of you says while placing his hand at the back of his neck. "Since we are roommates, I think we should know each other.."

You nod as you hear him speak, his voice was soothing, you never felt so welcomed, even thought it was the bare minimum?

You follow him to the living room, he sits on a hand chair, while you sit on the couch he was sitting on.

"So, um, what's your name?" You say while trying to start a topic.

"Todoroki Shoto. You?" He says.

"I'm L/N Y/N" you say.

He grabs that thing you open the TV with (I forgot the name) as he opens a show you really like. You lean back at the couch and place your legs on the couch, you grab a pillow and place it in front of your torso.

You both watch in silence, you can't help it, you didn't watch TV that night, you were admiring him.. imagine being roommates with your crush, it reminds you of the fanfics you were reading, but, what would happen?

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You were walking in the hallway, you had all the eyes for two reasons, first, because you are beautiful, second, because you are the new kid.

While enjoying your new fame, two girls approach you..

"Hey you." They say

"Yeah?"

"Who do you think you are?" One of them says

"What do you mean?"

"Don't act stupid, I know that you know.."

"Wtf are you talking about?!"

"I heard that you are roommates with Shoto, you better not have a crush on him, he is MINE." On of the girls says.

You stare at her, wtf was she up to? And what makes it worse, you really had a crush on him.

You remember the time you was bullied at your old school, do you really want to be bullied here too? No. You better get your act together.

"So? Thanks for the advice, I'd totally have a crush on him for you. <3" you saw while crossing your arms.

Everyone looks at you, the girls infront of you were visibly angry. It made you happy.

One of the girls pushed you. You fall on your butt. You look at her, she looked satisfied to see you like that.

"What are you doing..?"

You look behind to see who was that.

It's Shoto.

He approaches as the girls start to shake slowly.

"Oh, h-hi Shoto-san." One of the girls says.

He ignores them both and approached you, he gives you his hand. You stare at it, did somebody really stand up for you? You look at his hand wondering whether to grab it or not. But you did at the end.

After he made sure you were ok, he looks at the girls.

"I better not see you bully y/n or anyone.." he says.

The girls nod slowly, as they walk back with embarrassment, and *poff* they were gone.

"People here can be jerks some times, I'm sorry for that."

You look at him. "Yeah, thank you."

He walks away as your eyes again followed him, you are sure that you really like him.

You admire him.

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Heyy thanks for reaching this part :)

This one really sucks, it's my first time writing for him.

Pls tell me if you want an other version of this where y/n is confident or whatever.

Love yall

Tags: @ask-muichiro-tokito @sanemis-zubbue @slutsssphobia @sanemis @sanemisfav @sanemiangel

Tell me if you want me to tag you. <3

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will specifically ending his love confession with “[i] need you mike. and [i] ALWAYS will” just shows that this storyline is far from over and it’s gonna come back up again. it’s too big of a line to just move past.

they added it to make it clear that will is NOT moving on. i’m so sick of people acting like the van scene was will “letting go”. he wasn’t letting go. even if he THINKS it’s unrequited, it’s not staying that way. they wouldn’t add such a big and emotional line if it wasn’t going to lead to them being together. you don’t put this much effort into this relationship and then make a gay kid suffer his entire life just to do a slowburn rejection. it makes no sense.

when mike questions el about the painting and finds out the truth, his mind will immediately go back to will’s monologue, because THAT is what gave him strength and made him feel loved. he’ll realise everything will said was about himself and then mike will bring it up again when he confronts him. he’ll also specifically remember how will said he’ll ALWAYS need him. that word is so powerful and it especially would’ve meant a lot to mike because he was really struggling with his insecurities and felt worthless and unwanted especially after el left him without properly saying goodbye. the script even says mike KNOWS el doesn’t need him anymore and he saw it in her eyes during their fight. that’s confirmed and it can’t even be argued about, it’s literally in the script.

but will is the one that reminded mike that’s not the case at all. he IS wanted and needed and loved and will even reassured him even further by saying he ALWAYS will be, and that’s the truth too. will and mike will always need each other. it’s been like that since the start. even the story of how they met tells us this perfectly. two young kids who were lonely and scared found each other when they needed each other most. they had no one else except for each other. mike himself said asking will to be his friend was the best thing he’s ever done.

will’s monologue in season 4 gave mike strength and mike’s monologue in season 2 gave will strength and got through to him when he was possessed. why would these two characters have the most emotional and powerful heart-to-heart scenes and monologues if it didn’t mean anything? why would the writers make them understand each other better than anyone else and have the closest relationship if it didn’t mean anything? there’s something VERY special going on between them and anyone who denies it at this point are either just plain stupid or don’t want to admit it.

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things

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blanca has a playlist now!

it’s a little over an hour long, + i made one on youtube for anyone who wants to listen but doesn’t use spotify. there’s 18 songs, about half of them are in spanish. i couldn’t find any spanish/english lyric videos so sorry about that </3 but i did put in some mvs that i thought were cool on the youtube playlist. (except for the pretty woman one lmao the message at the end is good but it’s uhhh… kinda weird lol so feel free to ignore it and just listen to the song)

background for the songs below the cut if anyone’s curious!

songs 2-11 are basically just blanca and her experiences that made her who she is + her personality.

songs with [*] are the ones i recommend watching the music videos for cause i think they’re pretty cool :b

i’m from LA - self explanatory right?? lol

son mis locuras - blanca’s inner monologue while she’s still living with her family, i guess? nothing super deep. i like the line “me dicen ‘nena, te pareces a tu abuela’” (“they tell me ‘baby, you look like your grandma’”) because blanca’s named after her maternal grandma, so that’s a fun coincidence with her story and the song that i didn’t even think of when i added it to her playlist at first tbh

maría la curandera - it’s like her favorite tía in mexico teaching her about doing limpias (spiritual cleansings) for herself when she visited as a kid. cozy comforting vibe overall

cumbia feminista, mujer moderna, whore - these are grouped together because they deal with purity culture, which is something blanca had to deal with her whole life and it felt like it got worse the older she got. people trying to dictate what she wore, how she expressed herself, being catcalled and shamed, all that fun stuff :))) whore specifically relates to her dynamic with someone from her past who tried to put his idealized image onto her and got mad when it didn’t line up with who she actually is. she blares that song when she’s reminiscing and she looooves shouting “you love me for everything you hate me for” at the top of her lungs.

crumbling down → recuérdame → la llorona* - things are rough, but she’s alright for the most part now that she’s living on her own finally. → death of the tía she was close to, she struggles with it a lot because she felt like no one else really understood and accepted her fully. → remembering the time she was visiting said tía and how she and her cousin saw la llorona! the song comforts her because it’s a reminder and again, she thought la llorona was kind of pretty. (she wonders if la llorona scared the shit out of her cousin on purpose, to make him drop her instead of tossing her into the river to fuck with her…)

la vida es un sueño* - she lives life how the hell she wants! she’s over people trying to take advantage of her and tell her how to act. she’s angry and tired and done. side note, my favorite lines are “corazón sangrado, me has abandonado / necesito una limpia, que ando embrujado” (“bleeding heart, you abandoned me / i need a cleansing, because i’m cursed”)

songs 12-18 are the mushy toca (toki/blanca, coincidentally this means “touch” in spanish!) songs LOLLL i think the lyrics are pretty obvious so i won’t go into detail too much. i’ll add in (b) and (t) to show whose pov the songs are from

can’t get you out of my head (b) - “…shit i have a crush.”

oh, pretty woman (t) - HAHA he has one too you shy tsundere loser deal with it he likes you >:) pay attention to him dammit!

afraid (t) - ohhh she’s scared. but why? hm. alright

your sweet six six six (t) - the LET ME IN eric andre meme. he’ll be nice :( give him a chance don’t pass this up c’mon

sour candy (b) - give her a second to thaw out, she’ll get there

mary on a cross (t) - another nudge. he’s not scared off at all.

love song (b) - :)

#blanca tag🤍⛓️#blanca tennebris #metalocalypse oc #mtl oc #i didn’t think i had this much to say LOL whoops

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Valentine's Week : Familial

Ohhhh familial f/os oh my familial f/os. These guys do genuinely mean so much to me you don't even know man. I'm gonna ramble about my fictional dads and siblings to my hearts content!

I'm gonna start with the Powerful Dad Quartet!

Buggy, Mihawk, and Shanks in particular really REALLY resonate with me like. THOSE ARE MY DADS! Shanks was probably the first that I connected with like family when I watched OPLA for the first time. Then I watched Film: Red and I was sold wahah. In my head he's who hypes me up and has my back the most and that's means.. alot. Next was Buggy who happened after I started my watch of the anime and got to know him better. He reminds me a lot of the irl father figures I've had in my life, which is a trend you'll see as we go on. He's explosive and impulsive and loud and kind of an ass but that's part of the fun I think. I have problems speaking up for myself and setting boundaries especially around men so the idea of him understanding and respecting me but still being his goofy and obnoxious self is.. kind of like practicing in my head, you know? MIHAWK MY DAD MIHAWK! Okay going to be honest my connection to him mostly builds off Goth Family headcanons and inserting myself into them wahah. That doesn't mean I don't have my reason's though. Mihawk is like the soft-spoken but earnest autistic dad I didn't know I needed. The kind to listen to my rambles and interests and be supportive even if he doesn't get it at all, you know? Don't tell anyone but he's my favorite lkndalkadflnk And the most recent is Crocodile! Which I don't have enough to give proper thoughts outside of I enjoy him a lot and him being in Cross Guild was the final push to just go ahead and add him. He gives me scary-dad "my daddy's got a gun" privilege's./hj NOW I CAN TALK ABOUT MY PIRATE SIBLINGS. :D

LUFFY AND UTA MY BROTHER AND SISTER LUFFY AND UTA!

When I tell you from the BEGINNING I got some little brother energy from Luffy wahah. I can't tell you the kinship I feel with Luffy and it's not just because he also gives me gender envy. I think getting a full body arm wrap hug from him would fix me and make me the happiest person on earth. AND UTA!! I need just one movie and snacks night with her and I think we'd connect instantly. Their isn't much outside of sibling energy with these two and the connections to Shanks with both of them. I realized if Shanks is my dad these two are my brother and sister and when I tell you I WAS SO HAPPY. Absolute goobers <3 Now onto the non One Piece people!!

Silver my amazing cyborg dad Silver <3 This was probably my first emotionally charged familial f/o. I learned about Treasure Planet during the emotional rollarcoaster that was 2020 and I got attached QUICKLY! He's another one of my many fatherly f/os that really really reminds me of the father figures I've had in my real life and that effects how I interact with him. Silver was one of the few characters at the time that really said what I needed to hear, you know? I saw myself a lot emotionally in Jim and watching the pep talks he was given by Silver felt like I was getting those too. Once again I think a full body beer belly hug would fix me waha.

GLAMROCK FREDDY!!! MY SUPERSTAR!! I am not immune to big robot dad influences. For all it's faults Security Breach didn't hold any punches with the characterization of their animatronics and their is no better an example than Glamrock Freddy! I was just as affected by the "way to go Superstar!" and got attached QUICKLY! He's just such a sweetie and is such a good dad he would make sure I was so so loved and supported.

AND I NEED TO MENTION THE WACHOSKI'S !!! This group genuinely gives me such soft and sunshiney feelings for a family that only exists in two movies (not to say I don't connect with Tails and Knuckles outside of the movies but them in this family format Hits Different) They are THE definition of a comfort family for me and I can't help at look and Maddie and Tom and see parents, you know? They bring me such a sense of childlike joy and carefreeness that's unparalleled. And Tails, Knuckles, and Sonic are so like. Sweet and realistic in the sense of being siblings, you know? I would gladly sign up to be the nerdy but cool older siblings in their group. I wear the badge of being the one to get us out of trouble like a BADGE!

And some honorable mentions to Astrid, Giovanni, and Wukong as well even though I don't have the time to talk about them too much! A lot of my familial f/os come from a place of projection and healing from my unhealthy home life growing up and these three mean a lot to me in that way. Giovanni and Astrid really really remind me of my own mother and the father figures in my life and through them I come to understand that more and help myself feel better about that situation I was put in. And Wukong reminds me a lot of an unperfect dad who's at least trying and learning and growing as a person as well as being a male role model I didn't get to have.

#ollie musings #familial #👒thinking about you #🤡the doofis dadster #🍷you’re safe with me #🐊i don’t bite dear #🏴‍☠️.fam #🍖freedom has a nice ring to it #🐰the silliest songs #🌺mama needs a little girl #🦁peanuts at shore #🐻 my favorite superstar #🐒magic monkey man #🦊fantastic tails the fox #🥊it means an unbreakable promise #🍩that’s a wachoski family special #🥨she’s the cool parent #🤜power bump.fam

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in depth about your agents’ relationship!!

This is going to be rlly fucking long I apologize in advance for the warrior cats series long amount of text that’s gonna be under the cut 😭😭

Four and Three - their relationship very much started as Maya being both intimidated of Ashley yet admiring her. Their type of closed off behavior when they first met scared Maya because she couldn’t tell what Ashley was thinking and thought maybe she annoyed her. She had no idea it was because the other had just been through hell and back in Kamabo getting her brain hijacked, treating injuries from glass digging into her skin after breaking the giant blender, getting kicked out of her apartment from her ex turf team, and dealing with having to relive the whole thing by explaining it to so many people. So yeah not Annoyed just very tired and feeling the side effects of not feeling anything from brain goop. Ashley was honestly very glad Maya didn’t ask about anything when they first met. We know how Maya’s feelings developed from the date fic but Ashley’s developed when she realized spending time with Maya was like a breath of fresh air. As Maya grew to be less scared of her Ashley finally had someone who didn’t look at her differently in the way the others did. She loves Callie and Marie but at first they treated her like she’d break in multiple ways at one wrong move because of how different she was, and Eight was scared of her for a while. Maya had just met her and didn’t expect her to act like someone Ashley couldn’t be right now, it was refreshing and she was so much less exhausting to be around at the time, it made it easier for Ashley to want to open up and be her friend, and once she was able to get to that goal they started to realize Maya was someone they liked more than a friend. She made them feel like their old self without having to actually be their old self, like she could have a future in inkopolis when things felt bleak without their turf team. It didn’t take long for them to start dating after their first fic, especially once Maya was comfortable with her sexuality and liking Ashley. They both care about each other so much. Ashley loves being there for Maya and will remind her as much as needed that she genuinely cares for her and always will when her head is being mean. She worries for her a lot and tries to look out for her in a way that isn’t overbearing. Maya worries for Ashley all the same, as they have their own bad habits like ignoring their scar pain and hiding away their feelings until it explodes through in their anger issue problems. Ashley would never ever yell at Maya, she never wants to be the cause of her girlfriend crying or accidentally triggering her which for her and eight is most of the reason she started working on getting those issues in check, but Maya knows even if Ashley ever did yell at her it wouldn’t be on purpose. She gives them their time to step out when they need to and to give them space and Ashley makes sure to reassure her when she’s more calmed down that it was nothing Maya did. They do their best to communicate with each other but they got a horrible habit of not communicating personal problems so the other doesn’t feel bothered. Ashley feels like she needs to be strong for Maya and Maya feels like she can’t add more to Ashley’s plate than she already deals with. They just want what’s best for the other no matter what

Eight and Three - I talked about it a bit but obviously duh their first interactions weren’t in the metro. They never met on the battlefield (eight would be dead if they did) but when Eight was escaping octo canyon with her friend Brooks Ashley saw octolings with weapons on unfamiliar territory with one heading towards her and captain cuttlefish’s first instinct was to attack and well. She followed. And while Lucky remembers none of that Ashley does and she’s never told her. A part of them wonders if it’s something Lucky would want to know the other part doesn’t know if telling her is just a useless fact that’d make her mad at them. Already talked about this segment so I’ll summarize but Lucky was terrified of Ashley for a while because the only knowledge of Agent 3 was this monster built off the kamabo elevator fight in her head, and it took a while of Ashley apologizing to Lucky and getting to know each other to get that version out of her head. As I also did mention Three and Four dated first but what I didn’t mention was Three fell for Eight first. She did talk to Four about her feelings (Maya thought they were breaking up at first 😭) and they both learned about the concept of polyamory together before Three for confident enough to talk to Lucky about it. For these two it was a case of “fell first fell harder” where a bit after Ashley fell in love Lucky fell head over heels (which I wanna add was after a long while of them being friends and building trust and a friendship) she thought she just RLLY wanted to be friends with Ashley till after a while of living with Pearl and Marina once they adopted her made Lucky realize she wanted to be like that with her. Lucky never made any advances though because There’s dating Four and she wanted to respect their relationship but then Ashley approached her with all her feelings which made Lucky so so relieved that they actually could work out and be together after all. The thing about Lucky is she’s really good at reading people, so a bit unlike Maya Lucky’s pretty good at knowing what’s wrong with Ashley even if Ashley’s trying to bottle stuff up. They don’t talk about their pasts together before Kamabo mostly because it’s a can of worms they don’t know if they SHOULD open (with Ashley having killed so many octolings and octarians Lucky doesn’t know how to feel since she doesn’t have her memories of that time and doesn’t want them. She doesn’t know if she has a right to be upset or not because of that, especially because she knows Three was just a kid like her during that but at the same time she doesn’t know if that excuses it. Three already heavily doesn’t forgive herself for any of it and tried to hide from Maya for so long the octolings never respawned). They care about each other a lot and are trying to heal together and both are very unsure if the splatoon’s the best place to do it, but either way they have each other now and they plan on clinging to each other for as long as possible. It sounds unhealthy but they’ve worked on how to set boundaries and not be too dependent on each other, and they both know they gotta talk about things one day.

Eight and Four - instant besties. From the moment they met Lucky wanted to get close to this inkling and Maya was nervous about meeting her but Lucky had stuffed animals from isopadres and sketches of her mem cakes next to her poems about them in her notebook so OBVIOUSLY she had to be cool. They clicked really fast compared any of my other agents getting along completely. It helped that after Kamabo, OTH had to spend a lot of time around the splatoon giving them all the info they had about the facility to Lucky and Maya had a lot of time to get to know each other and bond. Ofc Maya didn’t tell Lucky everything personal and because of that Lucky had a good idea that her new friend had issues of her own but she never pried and instead waited till Maya was comfortable enough to talk to her about things. Off the Hook watches Four a lot when the squid sisters are out of town so they had a lot of sleepover time to get close and become really good friends, Lucky dragging Maya to a lot of the fun surface things she’s come to enjoy, like baking and star gazing and writing. A part of Lucky at first when they met wanted to be as unsure of her as she was with Three, especially once she learned Maya had killed octolings too, but. She couldn’t bring herself too. Because the difference between Maya and Ashley is Maya didn’t know. Part of Ashley’s trauma comes from losing her childhood to that splatoon mission to the cape then kamabo and also feeling so guilty from the death and destruction she unknowingly caused. But Maya didn’t have anything to lose. She came from nothing and this situation of being an agent that should have ruined her the way it ruined Ashley unhealthily became her EVERYTHING. No one told her the octolings she splatted didn’t respawn, no one told her the reason the domes are collapsing faster now in the canyon is because she took the zapfish back, no one told her anything, and Lucky feels like she can’t be the one to tell her, and therefor she can’t hold that same silent resentment she buries for Ashley. She feels she doesn’t have a right. Which makes it a lot easier to instantly be her friend. When Ashley started dating both Maya and Lucky, there was a period where they both were figuring out their bond and thought they had to date too. But once they tried to put a label on their friendship like that in a romantic way they started feeling really uncomfortable around each other and awkward until they both snapped around the same time and ended up breaking up because they wanted to stick to being friends. Maya was so anxious during that whole process it made her feel sick because she was so scared she was doing this relationship wrong and Lucky would hate her, and Lucky just felt worried she did something wrong, but then relief when she realized it was both because they forced themself into a relationship that didn’t fit them. Eventually after more research they realize they prefer having a queer-platonic relationship which is a lot more comfortable for the both of them. Maya would NEVER say this but a small part of her is glad Lucky doesn’t have her memories because she’s worried if things would be different if maybe she did know who she was. While Maya is in the dark about most stuff she does know the zapfish was their only source of power and she wonders if maybe whoever Eight used to be hated her. But she also knows this Eight loves her. And Maya loves her too, so so much.

Neo 3 and the other agents - Possom won’t get a long section with everyone as of now because besides Three they don’t have much interactions in my canon with the others so I’ll get them out of the way. Possom likes Maya in the way someone likes the new kid at school and wants to be the cool person who shows them everything. Maya’s a bit nervous around Possom Cus theyre high energy a LOT and Maya has her social battery that poss drains pretty quickly. But she still enjoys their company and them showing her around. Eight they haven’t interacted with too much but they think she’s really cool and likes her weapon knowledge (more on them later though)

Possom is horrible at their feelings and mistakes their admiration for Captain Three for romantic attractions. They think she’s the coolest ever and put her on a pedestal in their head and convinced themself they were in love with her. Ashley had to gently turn them down multiple times 😭 Ashley doesn’t dislike Possom but they get on their nerves sometimes, mostly because of the pedestal thing and how Ashley’s already struggling with that with not wanting to be captain in the first place. After storymode though and bonding with the three more Poss realizes their feelings weren’t romantic and during their brief break from the splatoon to process the storymode events they decided they’d spend more time with Three trying to get them off that mind pedestal and be friends if Ashley will let them (which she will). They still however are horrible with their feelings and don’t realize they have a genuine small crush on Lucky and think this time that’s just also rlly wanting to be friends

#love my agents sm this was fun to finally have this all typed out :D #ty for the ask!#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #agent 4 #agent 3 #agent 8 #new agent 3 #neo agent 3 #agent 12 #agent 24 #agent 96

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Bed Friend, Chains of Heart ep 6

Bed Friend Can Uea have a moment of peace? Can he catch a break?? I feel my heart being cut into very thin slices every time I think about him. What a poor boy. Every time he feels a little happiness, even a little hope, someone else feels fucking obliged to remind him that these feelings are beyond his reach. And knowing Uea's history, he may think that these good, positive things.. he may not deserve them 😥 I'm not surprised that he wants to quit, since on the one hand he feels constant pressure from his creepy boss, and on the other hand King is causing him pain. Every time I saw Uea tense up about Krit, I literally felt a flood of pure hatred and loathing. I don't really understand King with his "matching". He is not interested in it, he claims that it doen’t mean anything, that it is "his mom thing", but King never refuses and goes to these meetings. What message does this send to the Uea? That their relationship could end at any time. I'm not surprised that Uea understood it that way and immediately started building walls around himself. He knows he has to protect himself from being hurt, from opening up too much to King. Because King, despite how much I like him and for generally being the perfect type of boyfriend, he IS questionable becasue of this.

Jade is absolutely the most wonderful friend in the world. His unwavering support for Uea, his perceptiveness to any Uea’s discomfort, his courage when Uea needs to be defended. And him being so cute about it... I love him so much ✨🧁

"Do we have to be a good guy, so that they won't leave us?" 🥺

The show is still great, despite breaking my heart.

Chains of Heart Me watching ep 1-4 of CoH: 🤔😏😍🥳🥳🥳 Me watching ep 5-6 of CoH: 😑🤔🤔🤔🙄😑 *tired Ben Affleck meme*

I feel like the series has lost its way. It's always been exaggerated, which didn't bother me at all, but now it's comically exaggerated. Ken's absolute devotion to Din was touching, now his shrine devoted to Din in the hotel room is just funny. In earlier episodes, I liked how Ken was faithful to Din, but we could see Lue messing with his mind as well. It was very interesting, their scenes together were very exciting - and there were more and more of them with each ne ep. But from episode 5 we could see that Ken is back to being completely engrossed in Din, he doesn't pay attention to Lue who even confessed his love for him, which is a strange thing plot-wise because the show IS about Ken and Lue, they are promoted together, they are depicted as the main couple.. and suddenly, in the middle of the show, one of them completely cuts off from the other. And it's not even shown as if Ken has any lingering feelings for Lue, no! he treats Lue as "just some guy", one of many who flirted with him. I just don’t get it! Also, their scenes together are limited, there are even fewer of them now and they don’t affect their relationship at all (even the confession). In this episode, more time is given to the second couple, which is already established anyway and doesn’t add anything to the story.

Opening scene - I wonder if there were any other people like me who panicked, that the player started playing the episode somewhere from the middle or end instead of the beginning and they frantically turned it off to avoid spoilers, checked that this is actually the beginning episode, then checked if missed something, if there was a special episode or something, and then started watching again in a sense of utter bewilderment 😃😭 The dream scene was very beautiful, shock and awe on Lue's face, Ken's softness, his devotion, even their hair is not styled, they are both very natural and lovely. I'm so looking forward to their sexy scenes together.

The trailer hints that MAYBE the next episode will bring back the dynamic between Ken and Lue, the one that made me obsessively like this series 😉

After their scene on the bridge, I'm starting to think that if Lue is Din, then Lue was never going to admit it to Ken. That it's a joint operation of Din with this doctor and his wife: face change, new identity, now they've dumped someone else's body to finally close this chapter, declare Din dead, so that Din as Lue can get his revenge and get Ken back in the process. It seems to me that Ken's stubbornness in his feelings for Din will be what eventually forces Lue to admit who he is. Lue was very desperate in that scene about Din being dead and Ken giving him a chance. And devastated by Ken's stubbornness. If Lue is Din, hehe 😎

Half-naked Lue covered in scars, overwhelmed with emotion, oh my.. what a sight.. And I'll never get tired of how Lue can't take his eyes off Ken.

Visually, this series is really something else, like I really liked this shot for example:

#bed friend #chains of heart #thai bl #bl drama

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cassarilladraws · 1 year

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Lavender Crowns

Lukadrien Fluffuary (using this prompt list) Day 21: Flower Crowns Prev | Next Read it on Ao3 Words: 1050 Rating: T Tags: Post-Reveal Lukadrien, Married Lukadrien, Vipernoir, Kisses Chat Noir and Viperion sat on their favorite Parisian rooftop. The view wasn’t bad, but there were better rooftops if someone was looking to see the city. This one was their favorite because of the memories they shared over the years. It was half way between the Agreste mansion and The Liberty, the logical meeting point at one time. Not that it mattered now, neither of the men lived in those places anymore. They had a home of their own that they shared.

Still, they found themselves meeting in the familiar spot out of habit. They both were not quite ready to run home just yet.

“Remember our first kiss?” Viperion reminisced.

“Hmmm….I’m not sure. Maybe you should remind me.” Chat Noir narrowed his eyes.

“Well, it was right here on this rooftop.”

“Maybe we should do a reenactment? That might help me remember.” Green eyes glinted mischievously.

Viperion leaned in slowly, acting out the nervousness he had felt that night years ago.

Chat Noir followed his lead and bumped his nose into Viperion’s awkwardly.

“See, you DO remember.” Viperion laughed and tilted his head.

Their lips met gently. Chat Noir started to press in more, but Viperion pulled back.

“Ah. It was such a short, sweet kiss.” He teased, knowing his husband would have liked more than the quick peck.

Chat Noir rolled his eyes. “Yeah…I guess it was.”

He was about to go in for a kiss that demonstrated the years they had to practice with each other, when he saw a box nearby.

“Oh! I got us something!” Chat Noir jumped up and brought the container back over.

“What’s in the box, my muse?”

Instead of answering the blonde opened it. The smell of lavender filled the air.

Viperion looked and saw the purple flowers. “You brought lavender?”

“Yeah! I saw this video where people make flower crowns! I’ve never tried it before and I thought we could try together. But then there was the fire, and saving people, and all of that kind of got me sidetracked on the way home.”

“Imagine that.”

“Anyway, back to the flower crowns.” Chat grabbed one of the flowers and looped the stem around. “So you just loop it like this, and then add another! Eventually it’s a big enough chain to go around your head.”

Clawed hands meticulously looped another flower together.

Viperion grabbed some of the lavender and started a chain of his own. “Like this?”

“Yeah! Just gotta leave enough room for the flower to fit through the loop.”

His husband’s excitement was contagious and Viperion couldn’t help but be amused at the way Chat’s tongue stuck out a bit when he focused on the next loop.

Soon enough they both had completed crowns.

Chat Noir took a little more time to adjust the flowers in a way that satisfied him.

This was the man Luka loved. Adrien wasn’t afraid to be enthusiastic. He loved trying new things. So many people held back so much, but Adrien was a free spirit. One who at one time had been restrained. But he had no reason to hold back now. He lived his life to the fullest. It’s probably why Luka and Adrien understood each other so well. Neither one was afraid of expressing themselves genuinely.

Chat Noir looked up from his flower crown. The soft gaze in his husband’s eyes made him blush despite their years together. He smiled sweetly in return. “What’s that look for?”

“Just you, being you.” Viperion lifted the one he’d been working on and placed it on Chat’s head. He was careful to not get it hung on cat ears. “I love the flower crowns. And I love how excited you get when we try something new. I love that you want to try those things with me.”

“Said like the true king of my heart. A king who needs a crown.” The blonde carefully set the flower crown he’d made on Viperion’s head. “Did you know one of the meanings of lavender is devotion?”

Their eyes met again.

"Is it, now?" Viperion leaned forward.

Chat Noir followed his lead. Until he purposefully and playfully bumped their noses together.

“I think we’ve had enough kissing experience to avoid that.” Viperion said softly.

“Oh, I thought we were reenacting the first kiss again.” Chat’s lips were inches away.

“We already did that. I want to kiss you like we’ve had some practice since then, my muse.” Viperion continued flirtatiously.

“And here I thought the flower crowns would make you just want sweet, tender kisses.” Chat Noir teased returning the favor from earlier. "Like our first kiss, when we felt that spark. It was magical."

"That spark became a burning flame a long, long time ago. It's still just as magical." Viperion's voice was dripping with adoration. He pulled back a few inches so Chat Noir could see his face. An eyebrow raised under his mask. “You really think I’m opposed to making out with my husband while he’s wearing a flower crown?”

Chat Noir hummed and fluttered his lashes knowingly. “Are you, m’love?”

The blonde laughed as his husband grabbed him by the bell and pulled him close. Lips crashed together passionately. The aroma of lavender surrounded them. It wasn't long before a purr rumbled in the feline hero’s chest. Viperion’s arms wrapped around Chat Noir tightly. His husband loved the contact with their kisses. Chat’s hands became lost in his love’s long blue tresses. Claws carefully scratched at his beloved's favorite spots. They moved in harmony with each other, a well practiced duet that flowed beautifully. The world around them faded away as the fire of their devotion consumed them.

Viperion was right. The spark had grown into a flame. It was just as magical, though the years of practice had certainly paid off.

When their lips finally parted Chat Noir let out a content sigh. His eyes drifted in the direction of the mansion that was once his prison. "I remember when we had to go our separate ways after kissing each other goodnight."

His husband grabbed one of his hands and placed a tender kiss on the back of it. "Let's go home, my muse."

"Together." Chat Noir placed a soft, gentle kiss on Viperion's lips.

"Together." Viperion smiled.

#Lukadrien #Miraculous #Miraculous Ladybug #Chat Noir #Viperion #Adrien Agreste #Luka Couffaine #Adrien and Luka #fluffuary2023 #Prompt 21: Flower Crowns #Cassarilla writes #Lukadrien Fluffuary

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