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batfamtv · 1 year

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what abt ethan landry with a size kink?? thoughts??

ethan x innocent!reader size kink

when ethan told you that his cock is hurting and that you can help him take the pain away, of course you agreed to help. he has always been nice to you and taught you lots of things like how to kiss and hug, and why you would get wet down there whenever ethan starts putting his tongue in your mouth.

but now, you silently watch him, nervousness and wariness etched on your face.

“it’s okay, don’t worry,” ethan reassures you, moving to kiss your forehead. one of his hands move to gently caress your head, while the other languidly strokes his aching cock, now throbbing under your gaze, “just turn around, babygirl.”

you nod, feeling a bit emboldened when ethan grunts at the sight of your ass on his lap. “yeah, that’s right,” he grips his cock tightly, swiping the pink, fat head on your pussy lips. you bite back a whine at the feel.

“you’re ready to go baby,” he coos, his tip now resting just outside your fluttering hole, “just sit on it.”

you, always willing to help ethan, nod before slowly pushing into the wide tip of his cock. ethan moans at the feel of your wet, tight pussy finally, finally, engulfing his cock, and he wants more, “more, baby,” he tells you, hands spreading your ass to watch your tiny, tight pussy swallow him.

“hnnngh…ethan…i-it’s too b-big…” you whine, struggling to take more when just a few centimetres in you are already feeling full. it makes your body tingle and your pussy wet. ethan has always been big, but ever since puberty, he has sprouted all the way to six feet, and you are having a lot of trouble taking him in. legs trembling, you pant, feeling your arousal coating his cock as he slowly moves your hips up…down…up, down his cock.

“it’s big, baby?” ethan asks, a large, smug smile on his face, “that’s just the tip. that’s not even all of it.”

hearing you whine, his hands move to cup your tits, using his thumb and pointer finger and pinch your nipples, “you gotta take it all…till i’m balls deep,” he whispers to your ear, “or else it’ll keep hurtin’.”

he makes you turn to the side to face him, and he plants pecks on your lips, “you’ll sit all the way, right?”

“mmhmm,” you nod assuredly, watching him smile in satisfaction before going to work. eventually, the pressure in your pussy lessens, only replaced by the tingling feeling and the need to help ethan. you move up and down, fucking yourself on the tip of his cock before you suddenly sit down as far as you can go.

“OH SHIT…there you go,” ethan groans, hands flying to grip your hips tightly, “fuck babygirl, you sat all the way down, huh? took all my cock?”

you nod, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of fullness, “it feels so good, ethan,” you whisper, “i feel full.”

ethan leans forward to mouth at your neck, hips moving softly to grind and thrust into your tight, wet cunt, “you’re gonna feel even fuller, baby,” he reassures you, “i just gotta release some of my cum inside so that it stops hurting, m’kay? you’ll let me right?”

you nod, reaching over to grab his hand, “please help me,” you tell him, “it feels weird down here,” and guides his hand to your swollen, throbbing clit.

ethan groans, once again thrusting up into your heat as his hand slowly fondles your clit, “i got you baby,” he tells you, “i’ll take care of your little clit and pussy, and all you need to do is take my cum, alright?”

“alright,” you tell him.

“i need you to say it,” he replies, now moving your hips up until just his tip is inside you, then slams you back down into his cock, his balls slapping onto the your soft thighs, “say it, baby.”

“i just need to take your cum…i’ll take ethan’s cum…”

ethan closes his eyes, relishing at the feel of your pussy, “that’s right baby…from now on, this pussy is the only place i’ll ever cum inside of.”

#batfamtv #ethan landry #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you #jack champion scream #scream imagine #scream movie

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the-offside-rule · 5 months

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Jude Bellingham (Real Madrid) - An Unexpected Gift

Day 5 of Christmas

“Another glass?” Jude asked, lifting the bottle of wine. “Don’t mind if I do.” Y/n smiled, lifting her glass from the countertop. Jude poured her a generous glass and one for himself. “Now, what else have we to do?” He asked. “Well, pigs in blankets, gravy, mashed potatoes-

“Brussel sprouts.” He interrupted. “Absolutely not.” Y/n replied, not looking up from the food in front of her. “My mum loves them.” Jude said, knowing she would definitely make some for the exception of one person and one person only. “I’ll make some for Denise but that’s it.” She said. "Thank you." The pair were cooking together for their first Christmas Dinner together. The years before, they both lived eith their parents, but since Jude moved to Madrid and Y/n moved for university, this would be their first Christmas in their new house and in a new city.

"How long until you family gets here?" Y/n asked. "Not for a while." Jude replied. "I say we get started on the breakfast. They could be here any minute." Y/n said. Jude nodded. "Yeah. We can leave the dinner for an hour or so."

"No, the turkey and ham needs to go in now and then the veg and stuff go on in a few hours." Y/n said. "Wouldn't that cremate the food?" Jude joked. "You're hilarious, really." Jude wrapped his arms around the shoulders and kissed her cheek, pulling her back into his chest. "I don't know what I would do without you." He whispers. "You'd have an undercooked turkey." He chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. Let's just get the breakfast done first."

The pair set aside the dinner and went to work at the breakfast, making....well a full English. What else could be better first thing on Christmad day? Especially for Jude's family who were fresh off a flight from England. As they were plating the food, the doorbell rang so of course, Jude went to see who it was. It didn't take long to decipher who it was as she heard the familiar voices of Jude's family from the hallway, followed by Denise walking into the kitchen with a huge smile on her face. "Y/n! How are you, my dear?" Y/n put the pan in her hand down and went to greet Denise with a hug. "Oh my goodness, it's been so long!" Y/n chuckled. "You're cooking breakfast?"

"Yes, full English." Y/n replied. "Jude, you have a good girlfriend." Denise shouted out. Jude shortly walked into the kitchen with a huge grin on his face. "I've the best girlfriend." He replied. "Have you opened your presents yet?" Denise asked. "No, I told him we should wait for you, Denise." Y/n then greeted Jobe and his dad before the family sat down and enjoyed their breakfast together. "Full English breakfasts just taste better on holiday." Mark said, finishing up his breakfast. "Or maybe it's just the person who cooked it." Y/n smiled at the compliment. "I wouldn't say that. I've had Denise's breakfasts and they are unreal."

Y/n put the dishes away in the dishwasher with the help of Jobe, and the family went to the living room to open the gifts. Denis head brought a few with her, as well as the few from duty free. Y/n sat on the sofa beside Jude opening the gifts she had received from her own family who unfortunately couldn't make it this year. Jude simply sat beside her with his arms around her, every so often pressing kisses onto her shoulder. "We should go to your family next year." Jude whispered. "Why's that?" She asked. "Well I don't have to be back to training until the 29th, do I?" Y/n held a melancholic smile. "Suppose so."

"You alright?" Jude asked. "I just miss them." She said. A few minutes later, the buzzer for the gate has buzzed. Y/n looked confused. "Who's that?" Jude shrugged his shoulders. "Probably the postman." He replied. "It's Christmas Day. Surely they don't do post on Christmas day?" Jude stood up and pressed the button for the gate to open. Shortly after, the doorbell rang. Jude promptly stood up and walked out to the hall, opening the door. Nobody heard anything from the hall, then a few moments later, they heard talking and laughing. As the footsteps towards the living room grew closer, Y/n turned her head. Jude walked through the door and then, to Y/n's surprise, her whole family.

"Mum!" Y/n ran into her mums arms, then her dad came and threw his arms around both ladies. "You planned this?" Y/n asked. "Course, I did. I didn't want our first Christmas away to only have one family." Y/n peppered Jude's face in kisses. "You didn't tell her we were coming?" Her dad asked. "No, I thought I'd leave it as a surprise." Jude smiled. "Oh, you're the sweetest." Y/n's mum said, her hand over her heart. "I love you so much." Jude kissed the top of her head. "Happy Christmas, love." He whispered, pulling her closer into his chest. "Happy Christmas."

#football #football imagines #football blurbs #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #christmas #christmas fic #christmas fanfic

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alecvolturiswifeforever · 6 months

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dating jane volturi🏹

warnings: fluff, angst (?), implied smut

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⤻ she is extremely cold towards you at first.

⤻ she sends glares your way, makes snarky comments, makes an effort to avoid you unless it’s mandatory that she’s in the same room as you.

⤻ that is until her brother finally talks some sense into her.

-“sister isn’t this what you always wanted? that special bond with someone?” “i have that with you.” “that’s… not what i was talking about”

⤻ this would continue on for a few days until he finally says it upright to her.

- “she’ll leave you know.” “…” “if you keep it up she’ll leave and you know it.”

⤻ suddenly she’s not so avoidant anymore.

⤻ don’t get me wrong, she still makes snarky comments every so often but she doesn’t say them to hurt you… more to test you.

⤻ she wants to see how easy you’ll give up and leave… and when you don’t she is thoroughly surprised (and pleased, but she’ll never admit that to you)

⤻ she begins to seek you out and slowly (like VERY slowly) she’ll start to offer small sprouts of affection.

⤻ she’ll hold your hand occasionally, lean her head on your shoulder if you’re sat together, a small side hug. little stuff like that but you appreciate it nonetheless.

⤻ she is very dependent on validation (she seeks this in the kings the most, however now she seeks it a lot in you too)

⤻ once she is comfortable around you you see a new side of her. the side only reserved for her brother… and now you.

⤻ the first time you hear her giggle you were mesmerised, staring at her with parted lips.

⤻ you could only describe it to be angelic.

⤻ (if she could’ve blushed at the look you gave her she would have)

⤻ she knows that you can be doubtful of her feelings for you, typically after one of her meltdowns when she’d attempt to push you away or her stoicism towards you around others and so she’ll subtly show you she cares through little gestures when you are alone.

⤻ reading to you, little love notes left in places she knows you’ll find them, soft touches and kisses to your face. though she can’t physically bring herself to apologise you just seem to know.

-“i’m-… I- ” “I know, it’s okay…”

⤻ bdjsbdksnsjs this is so sappy i’m sorry 🥹🥹🥹🥹

⤻ she’s not as soft with you ( i believe alec would be the one to be more teasing with his mate, whereas jane is much more to the point and serious) but you get used to it.

⤻ she makes it known that no one is to mess with you, and if they do well yeah they’re dead.

⤻ tortured first but very much dead.

⤻ she takes great pride in protecting you. it gives her a purpose. but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like to be coddled by you. she very much has those moments (who doesn’t?).

⤻ she’ll sigh in content as you play with her hair, whine when you pull away from holding her, giggle as you give her soft kisses (omg this is adorable i cant)

⤻ the first time she sought you out and asked you to cuddle (albeit very quietly) you were shocked.

- “are you okay, jane?” “i- can you- can you hold me please?” “of course, come here”

⤻ she likes that she has someone other than her brother to talk to about more… intimate things.

⤻ it’s like having a bestie and a significant other all in one (the best type of relationship).

⤻ intimacy is very, very important to her. it’s not just a “oh yeah let’s fuck and then i’ll go to work” type thing it’s much more meaningful to her.

⤻ she has to be held/holding you for a while after, just to remind her you are there and you’re not going anywhere.

⤻ overall, she is a cutie she just has some severe trust issues (but you can fix that☺️)

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#jane volturi #jane volturi x reader #jane volturi imagine #jane volturi headcanons #alec volturi #demetri volturi #felix volturi #volturi #twilight #volturi imagines #twilight volturi #the volturi #the twilight saga

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toomuchracket · 4 months

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angsty part two hmm. well maybe it can have something to do with whatever the heck was going on at electric umbrella studios. maybe girly is there helping out bea (we can pretend maybe she’s doing stuff with jack and not matty for ease of everyone’s heart lmao) then there is that little listening party or whatever where taylor and matty are seen together but maybe girly’s heart couldnt stand to stick around for very long so she leaves early. maybe in this dream matty pulls his head out of his ass and decides he will do anything and be anything that girly wants him to be because this thing with taylor is not doing it for him either

ok! edited the request slightly. and it doesn't have a happy ending because actually i'm a messy bitch who lives for drama. please note: THIS ISN'T ACTUALLY CANON IN THE D WORD UNIVERSE IT'S JUST A COLLECTIVE NIGHTMARE. ok. lol. happy new year. enjoy <3

gone four weeks, part 2 (d word matty x reader angst)

“oh my god, hi! you came! oh, thank you so much!” taylor pulls you into a hug, which you reciprocate warmly; you've no problem with her, after all. “and you look amazing! your hair! those shoes! it's a new look for you. i like it.”

you smile. “thank you, i just fancied a bit of a change. and thank you for inviting me! i was so touched when i got your message.”

“matty said it was your favourite of my albums - i couldn't not have you here.”

what the fuck?

“oh, he did?” you try to keep your face and voice steady. “that was nice of him.”

taylor nods. “it was the first thing he said when i first wondered if anyone would even come to a 1989 listening party - you would, if you were around. thank god margaret ran into you last week and told me you were!”

you murmur a “yeah”, in response, too busy reeling from the sudden emotional pain in your heart to reply properly. blinking a couple of times, you look back towards the front door of the studio to see more people coming in. “taylor, i'll catch up with you later, yeah? let you speak to… oh my god, i'm at the same party as kendrick lamar? fucking hell.”

she laughs, squeezing your arm. “no worries, babe. i'll see you later! matty’s… somewhere, if you want to catch up with him”.

not bloody likely. “cool. see you!”

you smile politely at kendrick, who returns it (!!), before heading off into the busy room. there are people you recognise absolutely everywhere you turn, but nobody you really know, more just celebrities you'd be worried about embarrassing yourself in front of. no sign of jack, or margaret, or even matty - not that you particularly want to see him, to be honest, but a familiar face (one not from your tv screen, that is) would definitely calm you down.

of course, so would a cigarette.

pulling your cigs and lighter from your bag, you nudge the side door open with your hip and step out into the alleyway and still-warm evening air. and then, almost immediately, you wish you hadn't. because, standing with his back to you - although that makes no difference, you'd know those back muscles and that head of hair anywhere - is matty, talking to jack and margaret, all three of them smoking.

fuck. this was an awful idea. but you can't turn back to go inside now, because jack's clocked you; he’s beaming, waving at you, shouting “sprout! get over here and smoke with us!”

despite yourself, you smile, wandering over and allowing yourself to be enveloped in a hug from the man and his fiancée. “wish you'd stop bloody calling me that, jack.”

“never,” jack replies, kissing your head as he releases you into margaret's arms. “you're sprout, and he's cabbage.”

“whatever - hi, mags,” you kiss your friend's cheek as she breaks apart and settles her arm around your waist, before reluctantly meeting your ex's gaze. you're irritated to see that he looks good. like, really good, something-twinging-between-your-legs good. get a grip! “matthew.”

“alright?” matty smiles at you, but it doesn't reach his eyes. “almost didn't recognise you. hair's shorter.”

you shrug. “wanted something different.”

“sounds like you.”

the snide comment slices through you. unlike last time, though, you don't tear up; you fire right back at him. “well, i'm at an age where i can afford to experiment.”

matty frowns, while jack and margaret burst into giggles. the latter kisses the side of your head. “god, you’re funny. i can't believe you were in the city all this time and you didn't tell us! i miss hanging out with you.”

“i was busy,” you place a cigarette between your lips, shaking hands trying and failing to successfully operate the lighter. matty wordlessly steps forward and does it for you - your cheeks burn as much as the cig does. “thank you.”

“don't,” matty waves it off, taking a long drag of his own cig before looking at you again. “so. you haven't been back home?”

“not since the last time you saw me,” you ash the cig, pointedly looking down at the ground. “there hasn't been any work for me to do, so there's nothing keeping me there, really.”

matty scoffs. “typical, you prioritising your job.”

“well, it's what you pay me for. you should be happy i care so much about my career, really, matty,” you smile, saccharine as summer peaches, before turning to jack and margaret. “anyway, how's wedding planning going?”

jack breaks into an excited soliloquy that you can only half focus on, hoping you're timing the oohing and aahing and awwing at his fiancée’s enthusiastic interjections right; most of your attention, you hate to say, is focused on the man opposite you, clearly - to you, at least - upset. the familiar guilt begins to gnaw at your ribcage, and you're thankful when margaret checks her watch and begins to usher you back inside.

matty, though, has other ideas. he touches your elbow, so lightly you barely feel it, and yet your body reacts as if he's punched you. “can i talk to you alone for a minute?”

panicked, you turn towards jack, who nods. “you still have a few minutes. i just need to go in to set up. see you in there!”

shit.

once you're alone with your ex, you move to brace yourself against the wall, folding your arms. “what?”

“why didn't you tell me you were in new york?”

“why would i?”

“well,” matty's voice falters; when he speaks again, it's almost a whisper. “i don't know. maybe we could've, like, gone for a drink. or you could've come down here to hang out.”

“again, why would i?” you tilt your head. “no offence, mate, but hanging out with my ex and his new girlfriend isn't exactly my idea of a fun time. or just hanging out with my ex full stop.”

“thanks for that,” matty grimaces.

you sigh. “look, i know you well enough to be able to read your cryptic fucking subtext. i've been alright, matty, i really have. i've been with friends.”

“you don't have any friends in new york.”

“and how the fuck would you know that? honest to fucking god,” you snap. “i didn't tell you everything about me…”

“i know that well enough.”

“...but, if you must know, one of my friends from home opened an exhibition in tribeca. orla.”

matty nods. “we went to her london opening together before… us, didn't we?”

the memory feels distant, as if from another life, but it hurts all the same. “yeah.”

“i would've liked to have gone to her show here, too. she's good.”

you smile genuinely for the first time, pride for your friend stronger than the fucked up pot of feelings you have towards matty. “it was really something. i helped set it up, actually. was fun.”

“really?” matty laughs; something cracks inside you when he does. “yeah, i can see you being good at that, actually.”

you look at the ground, still smiling, but less now. “been thinking about switching to it full-time. curation and stuff.”

“oh,” matty sounds crestfallen. you peek up at him to find that he looks it, too. “well… if that's what you want to do, i s'pose you should look into it,” he checks the time on his phone, while your heart sinks impossibly deeper. “it's starting soon. i'll head in now, and then if you-”

“wait thirty seconds before i follow you? yeah, i know the drill,” you smile lifelessly. “least you won't have to worry about that if i get a new job, yeah? you'll likely never have to see me again, let alone risk being seen with me.”

“i- anyway,” matty clears his throat, turning quickly away from you. “i should go.”

“okay,” the door closes behind him before you can even get the second syllable out, and there you are, alone again, in the suddenly-cold night air. you shakily exhale your cigarette for the last time, stubbing it out on the wall and stamping the butt with your high heel for good measure; once no trace of the flame remains, you go back inside.

for the rest of the night, part of you wishes you hadn't bothered. while hearing your favourite album is truly, genuinely brilliant, the experience is marred somewhat by your ex sitting in the seat opposite yours with taylor's head on his shoulder: you can't quite lipsync along to this love or clean or you are in love without your lips beginning to tremble, the new song now that we don't talk genuinely makes you nauseous when you figure out the lyrics, and actually hearing matty's voice on a vault track is painful beyond words.

but still, you clap, you fake smiles, you cheer for taylor and jack and the work they've put into the production. it's not easy, though, and you're thankful for the distraction when your phone buzzes with an invitation while you're alone at the drinks table grabbing another champagne.

“now i know you're not about to entertain a man who sent you an i miss you, come over text,” taylor’s voice sounds scandalised from behind you.

you turn, grinning, smile dropping slightly when you see she isn’t alone. “don't worry, i'm taking the piss out of him for it as we speak…”

“good.”

“...but i am gonna go and see him, in a minute,” you finish, looking down at your phone and giggling when you see a reply. “if that's alright, that is.”

matty raises his eyebrows the way he does before he opens his mouth, but taylor beats him to it. “look at you giggling at him! of course! go! but first,” she gently drags you to a nearby sofa and settles onto it, patting the seat beside her; you take it, while matty awkwardly settles himself on a footstool in front of you both. “tell me about him.”

“you really want to know?” you aren't quite sure which of them the question is directed at. taylor nods, and judging by matty's expression he's also curious, so you sigh and keep talking. “well, his name is michael. he's a playwright. we met through friends. he's lived in new york his whole life. he seems slightly obsessed with me, but in a good way - so far, at least. he's very sweet.”

“a playwright? that's cool,” taylor grins. “what does he look like?”

“a bit like andrew garfield, actually,” you laugh, looking down at your phone again. “and he's offering to meet me at a bar, so it's probably time for me to be on my way.”

“sure. have fun, stay safe,” she pulls you into a hug; you see matty wince, out of the corner of your eye. “thank you so much for coming. when do you go back home?”

“not until the end of the month. i don't know if i'm actually going on the festival run, yet,” you shrug. “but i'll go home before it, just in case.”

“it's a lot, isn't it?”

taylor, babe, you don't even know the half of it. “yeah. it won't be easy.”

she hums. “we should hang out before you go. nothing crazy, just dinner or drinks or something. like, something fun, before you have to go back to keeping a record label running,” she nudges matty, who smiles quickly but continues looking at the floor. “i'll call you, okay?”

“that sounds good,” you stretch. “right, i really should go - the bar is a twenty-minute walk from here and i said i'd meet michael in fifteen.”

matty tuts. “he's knowingly letting you walk alone to meet him at half ten at night? no. absolutely not.”

you roll your eyes. “for god's sake, i'll be fine. i'm an adult!”

“yeah, babe, but still,” taylor’s eyes are wide. “take a car! for our peace of mind, at least.”

our. you do your best not to shudder, and smile instead. “if you're sure…”

“she's sure,” matty nods. “get it to take you back to your… whatever it is you're staying in after your drink, too.”

“i mean, i'm going back to his,” you look matty dead in the eye when you say it, and the sadness that fills his is impossible to miss. christ, what is his deal? “but thanks. anyway,” you hug taylor before you stand. “thanks again for tonight. i'll see you soon,” you nod at matty. “and i'll… see you at finsbury, definitely. maybe sooner. i don't know. there'll be an email soon confirming what's happening. bye.”

much to your chagrin, matty stands too. “i'll walk you out. make sure you actually get in the car - i know what you're like.”

for fuck's sake. “alright. bye, taylor!” you wave as you move towards the door.

“bye, babe!”

you walk quickly through the corridors, trying to keep some distance between you and matty. annoyingly, though, he matches your pace, and speaks. “so… michael.”

the vitriol practically drips from his tongue. you scoff. “what about him?”

“tell me more about him. what’s he like?”

“he's my age,” you pointedly don’t look at matty when you say that, but you hear the way his breath catches in his throat. the guilt begins gnawing again; you keep talking to distract yourself from it. “he's ridiculously american, which means he doesn't get my sense of humour sometimes, but as soon as he found out i lived in london he took the piss and started calling me ‘princess’.”

the word leaves your mouth before you can stop it; as soon as it does, you bite the insides of your lips together, guilt spreading to every bone in your body. tentatively, you look round at matty, who's stopped walking in favour of looking at the ground and clasping his hands behind his neck. everything about him radiates hurt, and it only worsens when he quietly speaks. “he calls you what?”

you can't bring yourself to say it again. “you heard me, matty.”

“wish i fucking hadn't,” your ex looks up at you again, and you know he's about to verbally lash out; he looks exactly the same as he did before you split. “you really let him call you that? my name for you?”

“think you lost all rights to that the day you dumped me, to be honest, mate.”

“fucking hate it when you call me that. stop it.”

“well, i'm sure as shit not going to resort to what i used to call you, am i?”

matty laughs mirthlessly. it's the worst sound you've ever heard. “no, you've got michael for that now.”

“no, i haven't,” you're loathe to admit what you're about to say, but you really want him to feel bad. “haven't slept with him yet - or anyone, for that matter, since you broke up with me,” you glance at matty, who looks rightfully sheepish, and decide to just fuck with him even further. “but maybe i will tonight. s'about time i felt good about myself.”

“you know, you've been really fucking snide today. i don't know what i've done to deserve it.”

you stop dead in your tracks, turning to face him in total bewilderment. “well, aside from the whole, y'know, dumping me at the first sign of disagreement, you fucking started it with the arsey comments today, matty. sounds like you? fuck off.”

he shrugs. “but it does. you don't want what i want, so… why bother keeping this going?”

you huff, pushing the door to the staircase open. “i never said i didn't want to get married and have kids, by the way.”

“what? yes you-”

“no, i didn't,” you smile sadly. “all i said was that i was unsure, and because it wasn't me immediately saying yes to something for the first time in our relationship, you took it as a no.”

matty's shaking his head. “no, that-that's not-”

“yes it is, sweetheart,” the tears are beginning to prick at your eyes; matty's too, you can see. “that's what happened.”

“but you freaked out so much…”

“because you sprung it on me, out of the blue! come on, matty,” you can feel your jaw trembling. “you would've done the same, if a partner had asked you that question when you were my age.”

matty sniffles. “please stop bringing up the age gap, darling.”

the pet name enrages you; it's agonising how natural it sounds coming from his lips, and even more painful how automatically your body reacts to it. “well, i can't not, given that it's what fucked us up, in the end,” you take a deep breath, and walk out the side door onto the street. it's fairly quiet, you're relieved to see. “besides - i thought you liked it? that was my appeal, wasn't it? being young, and pretty, and naive, so fucking naive. a meek little toy, something you could play with however you wanted without fear of it rebelling against what you wanted. because that's really all that matters, isn't it, what you want? course it is, because when that was threatened, you stopped wanting me.”

hot tears are hitting your cheeks with increasing speed, but your voice somehow stays strong, unwavering, controlled; the same can't be said for matty, who's crying just as much as you. “no, no, that's not true, not at all, please don't say that.”

“but that's what it feels like,” your voice cracks into a sob. “you didn't even want to talk to me about it. you were just... fine with letting me go. i didn't think you could ever be so cruel to someone you claim to have loved, once, matty. especially not someone who loves you as much as i do,” sniffling, you wipe your eyes and open a car door, quickly telling the driver the address of the bar before turning back to matty. “i appreciate you getting taylor to invite me tonight, but i think it was a mistake; we can't be friends, you and i, we really can't. i'm sorry, it just… hurts,” you check the time. “i need to go. take care.”

it's too warm in the car. you roll the window down slightly. you can hear matty crying from halfway down the street.

#i'm very sorry #mads muses #mads does writing #d word matty #matty asks #angst asks #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty healy angst #matty healy x reader #matty x reader

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luvrblythe · 2 years

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thank heavens for the rain || gilbert blythe x reader

how gilbert blythe would react to you wearing his clothes

this was meant to be another one of those headcannon thingies, but i got carried away and it turned into a one-shot.. oops

— let's say it’s been a rainy week

— like really really rainy

— it has been pouring every night for the past few days

— not that you were complaining, you love the rain

— this morning you woke up to the after smell of another rainy night

— your front yard looked like something out of a fairytale

— you couldn’t resist, so ofc you went to play outside

— originally you planned to stay nearby your house incase it started raining again

— but you got distracted and ended up wandering around

— you made your way to the woods, past the ruins of the story club (w.r.i.t.), then you found yourself in the all too familiar orchard of your one and only

— you should’ve gone home hours ago, seeing as the clouds were no longer letting the sun through

— but you were just so engrossed in the beauty of nature that you didn’t notice the painfully obvious warnings

— then you felt a cold wet drop of water on your arm while you were spinning in place

— uh oh

— you looked up, holding your hand out to feel the rain

— the sound of the raindrops got louder, faster, and stronger

— you giggled to yourself before BOLTING towards the house you’ve been in hundreds of times before

— meanwhile inside the house, gilbert was just about to start making himself some oatmeal when he heard frantic knocking

— he was confused as to why someone was knocking on his door with this weather

— despite being confused, he went to see who it was, and to his surprise, you were standing on his porch, soaking wet, but smiling nonetheless

— “oh my god, y/n!” he exclaimed, a smile sprouting on his face when you started giggling again

— you looked beautiful, raindrops trickling down your skin, wet hair framing your face, while your arms hugged yourself as you shivered lightly

— he just wanted to scoop you up in his arms and hide you from the rest of the world for all eternity

— “hi! i um— i got wet.” you sheepishly explained, smiling down at your boots

— “i can see that.” he chuckled as you looked at him with bright eyes expectantly

— he sighed, but not the annoyed kind, “come in— but take your boots off!”

— you made your way inside his house, sighing at the familiar scent of his home

— “let's get you some dry clothes, yeah?”

— he led you up to his bedroom with a hand on your back, slightly cringing at the cold. how were you still smiling?

— he gave you a towel and a some of his own clothes, then went downstairs to give you time to change and to make you both some tea

— when you were all done, you looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed happily

— his clothes were way bigger on you, and his sleeves went past your wrist and showed only your fingertips

— you gave yourself a little spin, bringing his shirt to your nose and closing your eyes at the comforting scent of your beloved

— you went downstairs once you were done, and saw gilbert setting up the table

— “hi sweetheart, you want– some– tea..?” he trailed off as he turned around to look at you

— holy. fucking. shit.

— he never thought seeing you in his clothes would have such a big impact on him

— but now he never wants you to take them off

— thank heavens for the rain

— “hi, gil! this looks so good!” it was just oatmeal, but he made it, so..

— HE COULD NOT STOP STARING AT YOU OMFG

— “yeah! yeah, i-i made some– for- for um–”

— bless him

— you two ate your oatmeal as he listened to you ramble about your little adventure today

— he kept having to snap himself out of it bc ughhhh why did you have to look so beautiful???

— you in his clothes just seemed so.. right

— after you finished your food the both of you ended up in the parlor

— you were tucked to his side, hand on his chest with his arm around you, rubbing up and down your upper arm as you snuggled further into his body

— he chuckled at your movements and pulled the blanket further up your bodies

— he kissed your head, letting his lips linger on your hair for a little longer than usual

— you two spent your afternoon in each other’s embrace, while gilbert read to you your favorite book

— in that moment he decided that this was the life he wanted. a life with you is what he wanted.

#gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #gilbert blythe headcannons #gilbert blythe imagine #gilbert blythe one shot #gilbert blythe fluff #awae #anne with an e #awae imagine #awae headcannons #awae fanfiction #awae fanfic

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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as someone who has a Normal Amount of favouritism towards anything that is typically called “biblically accurate angels”, alasdair being confined in a human form is now considered a SIN outside of my house. if baron can keep his seven foot form, i can watch alasdair with a shining curiosity and see how his eyes take in everything they can in my home.

and if his wings are as fluffy as you say they are? tough luck keeping them inside. it’s probably also hard to confine such a glorious form to something human, so call this a favour he can return.

"Are you certain, Y/n?"

"Yeah, go ahead. If Baron can walk around stark nude then so can you."

"There's.. a few things wrong with that sentence and I'm not sure the ceiling is high enough, but if you insist."

Alasdair cracks his neck, extending his arms as he takes a few steps back. In a flash of blinding white light, his wings sprout from his backside. They extended farther than his human form normally allowed, wrapping around his growing frame that nearly scrapped the ceiling at peak. Shut eyes bulge around the edges and along the length of their spines. A smaller pair shoot from the sides of his head and mask his face, the only visible feature remaining being his lips. From what you could see, his face was a porcelain color, shimmering like a mask; the rest of his skin a walnut shade just as his human form.

His suit and tie melt away, eyes forming over the visible parts of his upper torso; some golden while others remain a pure gold. They travel down to his arms; eyes settled on each palm closed shut. Even with the lack of pupils, you could tell they were all on you.

The thin halo over his head stretches to accommodate to his size; wrapped in wispy strains of yellow above his head - edges moving as if made of golden fire. You have to shield your eyes from its light; or any that his body gave off. It was hard to look at him for long.

"I must admit this does feel more... free." His lips don't move as he speaks, voice coming from all corners of the room. "I think i... oh.. Y/n, are you alright?"

You rub your eyes. "Yeah, just.. hurts to look at you for long."

"Oh, apologizes. I keep forgetting I don't have all the features regular guardians have. Here."

You feel his enormous hand over your face, a light brighter than anything before burning through your lids; like a full powered flashlight in your face. As it fades, you rub your eyes once more and look at him. He looked exactly the same, although the glow around him was far dimmer.

"Better?"

"Better."

If he had the functions, you were sure he would have smiled as he pulled you into a hug; the upper and middle pair of his wings completely engulfing you in soft feathers and immediate comfort from all the trouble of the world.

"This is... a nice feeling. Like I'm finally holding you for the first time. Thank you, Y/n."

#I changed a few things from his first design #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere oc #yandere angel #Yandere fluff #soft yandere #Alasdair my oc #x reader #yandere headcanons

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forest-falcon · 8 months

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Inspired by @riallasheng 's Scott/Alan observation

https://www.tumblr.com/riallasheng/727079051307761664/it-was-just-such-a-cute-little-thing-i-wanted?source=share

Sprout

Lucy rinsed her mouth out in the sink.

Pregnancy was the gift that just kept on giving.

The veteran mom pressed her head against the cool paintwork of the bathroom door.

Only twelve hours until the kids' bedtime.

A distant crash had her acting before she had time to think. She swung the door open and almost collided with a child on the way out.

"Oooh Scottie! I didn't see you there! Everything okay sweetheart?"

Scott nodded, but continued to hover.

Lucy waited. She could tell that he was itching to ask her something...or maybe confess - but what, she had no idea.

A moment passed. Then another.

"Mom, are you poorly?"

That threw her.

Her brain fumbled for words.

"Erm...no love, I'm okay."

She did her best to rally a smile, but she could see that her eldest remained unconvinced.

She squeezed his hand

"Really Scooter, I'm fine."

The young boy hugged her. Blue eyes, so like his father's, drifted up to meet her own.

"But I heard you."

Those eyes challenged hers. Daring her to claim to be fine, when he knew better.

Her little boy wasn't so little anymore.

Usually, it was Virgil who took the title of being the worrier of the family, but Scott had never been far behind. The youngster forever trying to fill the shoes of his legendary father. And forever trying to take care of everyone in his absence.

"Now Scottie, you're the eldest. That makes you the man of the house while I'm gone. I'm counting on you to set a good example for the others and to help out where you can. Make me proud, son."

"I will dad."

"Attaboy!"

Jeff would toussle his hair with a fond smile.

And then he was gone.

For how long, Scott never knew. Time had a habit of dissolving into meaninglessness numbers as a child.

Part of him longed for adulthood so it would all make sense. He'd know exactly how long his dad would be gone for. He'd know exactly when he'd be coming home.

Until then, it would be Mom and him against the world. He had to look after her; she was his constant. As long as he had her, the numbers didn't matter. Mom would always be there to love and reassure. Mom would never leave him.

"Okay, Scottie. Yes I was sick, but no; I'm not ill."

She guided her eldest to a soft seat, where they could have this conversation properly then scooped him up closer for a cuddle on the sofa.

"That literally makes no sense." The child puzzled.

"You're sick, but you're not sick?"

Lucy gave a small chuckle, which Scott emulated without really being sure what he was smiling about.

"I don't suppose you'll really remember before Gordie was born? I think you would have been about six when I was expecting him, seven when he was born."

"You mean when you had the huge belly?"

Scott beamed.

Lucy gave a small laugh.

"Yes. Yes, when I had the huge belly. Well, right at the beginning, I was sick then too. Growing a baby can do that."

Scott pondered thoughtfully for a moment.

"That sucks."

Lucy sighed.

"Yeah. It does suck a bit. But, the payoff is that I got you and your brothers at the end of it all."

She squeezed him in again.

"And, later this year, it looks like you'll be getting another brother - or sister." She watched carefully for the eldest's reaction. Life was already pretty chaotic, though there was no shortage of love.

"But you don't have a big belly now?"

Relief washed over the tired mom.

Scott really was a sweetheart.

"Well, baby's still got a lot of growing to do."

"Oh. So how big is the baby? Is it like...this big?"

Scott roughly gestured the size of a newborn with his hands.

Lucy smiled.

"Smaller Scottie."

"Like this?"

The eldest child closed the span of his hands by half.

Lucy pulled out her phone.

"I have an app on here that can tell us..."

Scott rested his head on his mum's shoulder.

"Let's see...11.5 weeks. Baby is the size of a sprout!"

"A sprout?" Scott said, wrinkling up his nose.

"That's funny."

Lucy kissed the top of Scott's head. He smiled at her momentarily before sliding from the sofa so that his face rested upon her lap instead.

Ever so gently, the young boy placed a hand to her stomach and he smiled.

"Hey there Sprout."

#thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #lucy tracy

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mxxnknights · 2 years

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✧ 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝑬𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ✦

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

↳ gender neutral 🥀

↳ requests open! also this is really long it includes a small backstory as well as headcanons, but there as so much I wanted to explain ... ( edited )

Listen while you read 🎸

𝐬𝐟𝐰 🌹 (vampire eddie will definitely have multiple parts btw)

Backstory ✺

There were no words that could describe the pain you had felt. It was endless, like constant waves washing over you; again and again. It felt like you were drowning like the breath kept getting knocked from your lungs.

You had grieved him, for three days. The first day was with Dustin. The words took a few minutes to process. “Y/N? Did you hear me? I’m sorry. I didn’t get to him in time -” It felt like someone had ripped your heart from your chest and crushed it. And yet you could still feel it beating.

Then your legs couldn’t hold you and your knees hit the ground. Dustin had never heard a noise like that before.

You hadn’t left your room after the second day. Dustin said he would tell Wayne, even though you wanted to yourself. But the words wouldn’t form. If you spoke his death out loud then it would be too real.

So there you laid. On your bed, curled on your side.

Then there was a knock at your bedroom door. “Hi, sweetheart.”

You had chalked it up as a hallucination, it wouldn’t have been the first. So, you only closed your eyes and hugged one of Eddie’s shirts closer. His smell was still strong, and another tear slid down your wet cheeks.

Eddie stood at the door, his eyes wide, mouth open. The love of his life curled up on their side. He thought he could feel his heartbreak. He had smelt you, as soon as he walked towards your house. Your heartbeat was next, the things he could hear now... it was overwhelming. But all he could think about was getting to you.

“It’s me.” His voice was weak, it cracked as he spoke. But you shifted. Eyes glistening, nose running. “You look so real,” you whimpered. “I am.”

Headcanons ✺

⋆ You both adjusted to his change with some difficulty; I mean who wouldn’t? The only thing he could eat was blood, he no longer needed sleep, or to breathe. He was a million times stronger, he had FANGS (which isn’t a negative tbh), he could hear miles away. so everything was a bit rocky

⋆ Oh and I want to add that he can run really fast, but no he doesn’t glitter in the sunlight. Actually, you guys did do a test and the sun didn’t seem to hurt him other than a slight headache

⋆ You guys did go and see the gang but somehow Eddie and Steve started to get into an argument (steve was upset that eddie “didn’t listen to him and now look at what he is!”) which got both you and eddie riled up then when the two were nearly nose to nose, eddie sprouted goddamn WINGS, BAT WINGS, they were so large that they knocked over dustin’s mother’s favourite vase.

⋆ yeah, so eddie has wings now but only when he’s really emotional?? and when it’s nighttime

⋆ Wayne was so confused when Eddie saw him (only a few hours after seeing you.) He cried, shaking his head, not understanding.

⋆ of course you couldn’t tell Wayne what actually happened, so you, eddie and the gang came up with a cover story. This was picked up by Hopper and the government officials that have covered up the Upside Down so far

⋆ aka it was blamed on jason <3 he didn’t survive anyway and if the government as well as the chief of police says eddie was framed then who are the Hawkin’s community to challenge it?

⋆ also you & Eddie visited Chrissy’s headstone, bringing flowers, and having a mini sigil. they would’ve been good friends, she didn’t deserve to die. This definitely helped him with the trauma of seeing her murdered in such a gruesome way.

⋆ i also want to mention that eddie is extremely strong, thats how - after the change - he was able to come back to you by himself

⋆ with his newfound time he spends most of it learning more guitar rifts, reading, learning about this new body he has, as well as studying.

⋆ oh yeah, AND HE GRADUATED (because he had so much time to study)

⋆ the older people in Hawkin’s are a bit hesitant towards eddie, even though he was cleared of all charges.

⋆ Dustin was over the goddam, mOON, to see eddie.(I feel like I should have said this earlier) he cried, eddie cried, you cried. yes, there was hugging ... as well as a group hug.

⋆ Dustin isn’t afraid one bit about Eddie’s change, the majority of Hellfire isn’t either. they think it’s cool (and they don’t really ask questions because if they were intimidated by eddie before ... oooohooooo)

⋆ Robin likes poking his fangs, Nancy is taken aback and thinks something bad is going to happen (like Vecna has infiltrated Eddie somehow, which made you extremely pissed and you nearly got physical.)

⋆ Mike goes through so much in such a short timeframe. He didn’t know eddie was involved in this at all, and then when he came back to Hawkins he was devastated. Eddie was an idol to him. It was whiplash when he saw Eddie.

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spideystevie · 2 years

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hi Allie dear <3 can I request feeling a flutter after something they've done dozens of times with Steve? :) ily!

hi! thank you for requesting, i really like this one!! hope you enjoy <3 (0.6k)

feeling a flutter after something they’ve done dozens of times [request a what are we prompt]

The airport is bustling when you step off the plane. The summer heat of Indiana is a stark contrast from the thick humidity of Florida. You’d only been gone at your aunt’s for two weeks, short in the grand scheme of summer yet it left you feeling homesick.

The late July sun beats in through the windows of the airport. You have to squint to look for your mom who had said she’d be waiting for you when you got off the plane.

Your eyes skim the crowd passing over a swoop of brown hair in search of your mom and coming up short. But a pinch forms between your eyebrows as you dart your eyes back to the familiar wave of brown.

Because there stands Steve, leaning against a pillar with a grin, his left hand in the pocket of his jeans and his right holding a small bouquet of flowers. You shake your head when you see him, lips curling into a smile.

He pushes off the pillar as you approach him, arms spreading open at the sides to welcome you home into them. You break into a jog and all but lunge into him when you’re close enough. He let’s out a small groan as he lifts you off your feet, toes of your sneakers skimming the floor. An airy laugh escapes you, bright and warm like the summer sun.

You missed him.

The minute his arms around you, there’s a traitorous fluttering in your chest. It’s like your heart has sprouted wings and learned to fly, batting wildly around your ribcage. It feels weird, it feels foreign, it feels nice. It both surprises you and freaks you out.

Steve sets you onto your feet but his arms don’t let go.

“What are you doing here?” you breathe out, trying to ignore the heat building in your chest. You step away from Steve with a sheepish smile suddenly feeling a little shy being this close to him.

You try not to think much of it. Of the very obvious beginnings of feelings towards your friend that have maybe been there the whole time, that have sat and waited in a chrysalis in your heart waiting until now to emerge as butterflies in your chest.

“Missed you too, sweetheart,” he teases and you roll your eyes. There’s a crinkling of cellophane and brown paper as he holds the bouquet in between you two. The warmth in your chest creeps up into your cheeks at the pinks and purples of the flowers.

You look up from them at the same time Steve does but the eye contact makes you fluster and you drop your eyes back down focusing on a pink daisy.

“These for me?”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah these,” he clears his throat. “These are for you. Welcome home.”

He extends his arm out and your pinky brushes his pointer finger as you wrap a fist around the covered stems. You bring it up to your nose, inhaling sweet florals under the guise of hiding your flustered cheeks and smile.

“Thanks, they’re pretty,” you say, holding them down at your side. Steve shrugs, motioning his head towards baggage claim.

“Prettiest ones for the prettiest person in Hawkins,” he throws an arm over your shoulders as you walk, a gesture as familiar as him hugging you hello and goodbye. It makes your butterfly shaped heart act up again, fluttering around and bumping into the walls of your chest.

Maybe it’s true what they say, that it’s the distance that’s made your heart grow fonder for the boy standing next to you. Maybe things would go back to normal after a couple days, your heart settling and no longer jumping when Steve so much as breathed.

But maybe, just maybe, you hoped they wouldn’t.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #📝: a writes!#i love this one sm fr

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afyrian · 2 days

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ch. six - a home away from home masterlist

you get off of the train, pulling your backpack close to your shoulder. the sky is filled with clouds that droop with soon to come rain. "yeah, just got here. i just can't wait til the weekend ends," you hold your phone up to your ear, looking around the train station to see if you can see your mom.

"it's just a couple days, and you know you can call 'samu or i whenever," atsumu's voice echoes through your ear, the volume a little more gentle than you're typically accustomed to.

it had been awhile since you stepped foot in your hometown. everything overwhelms you with feelings of nostalgia. yet everything seems so different. the newly planted trees have aged and sprouted into gorgeous flowers, the train station is painted over with a luscious green. and in the middle of it all is a red sudan.

it's chipped, dented a little in the back, and filled with so many memories. the wheels are covered in grime and the very person you fear to see once again, happens to be sitting in the front seat. she has on chunky earrings, a workout tank top showing off the australian sun she had encountered.

you want to wait a moment to see if she'll notice you. see if she'll coming running out of the car and urging you for a hug. however, she sits there, typing on her phone. you look back at the train, almost forgetting atsumu was on the other end of the phone, "i think i might just come home."

"y/n, we'll support you no matter what you do," he tries to sound soothing, yet his voice never seems to come across that way.

"thanks, if need be, i'll take the train home."

you take in a deep breath and cancel the call, shoving your phone into your back pocket. every step you take towards the muddied car is every butterfly in your stomach multiplying. blackness covers your peripheral vision and for a moment you wonder if you'll pass out. you stop for a second and take in a deep breath, knowing that you can step away whenever.

when you get meters away from the car, you can see she knows it's you. the way she lowers her phone and her sunglasses, eyes staring back at you with the intensity of ten suns. she lowers the window on the passenger smile and attempts to give you a warm smile. "thanks for coming this weekend, honey."

the way she says it brings you back to when you were younger. back to when your dad would usher the same word but make it sound oh so much better. he'd swing you around on the beach and teach you everything you wanted to learn. but when she says it, it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. "yeah, it's been a while, so i thought it was time," you open the car door, sliding in next to her.

"well, akai is waiting for us, he's made some lunch. some of your favorite things. i wanna try for us and i'm thinking that he may be proposing soon..." she smiles towards you, reaching her hand out towards you.

you look over at her, swallowing the thick mucus coating your throat. you had met akai so many years ago, when the two of them were simply two people in recovery together. but now everything's changing, you can't even return to your hometown without everything flipping upside down on you, "okay."

she starts driving, trying to ignore the malice lacing your voice. however, you've always found that she likes to start an argument where one never needed to exist, "why can't you just trust that i'm doing what's best?"

"because you haven't since dad died. and now you're dating someone who you used to binge drink with and expect me to think that you're what's best for each other?" you can't bear to look at her, staring ahead at the backroads that she starts driving down.

"that's not your decision to make. especially because you haven't seen either of us in years."

you shake your head, biting the inside of your cheek. "you're right! i wonder why that is.."

she takes a moment to take in a deep breath. you didn't want to fight with her this trip, especially when you only came to visit your dad. however, hearing her voice when it used to be such a soothing thing can send someone over the edge. now, all you can remember is the hatred and resentment that she expressed over and over again.

"you don't know what it's like to lose the love of your life-"

"and you think losing a dad isn't just as hard? and then losing your mom all in the same day? let me out of the car," you finally turn to look at her, clenching your jaw upon realizing that you can't stay with her.

she peeks over at you, biting her lip. "i can't just let you out on the side of the road, why don't we talk about it? you can see akai again and really get to know him!" she begs, staring out at the upcoming beach and the greenery, unable to meet your eyes now.

"no! let out me out! i have finals coming up, i don't wanna deal with this right now! just- just let me out of the car!" you finally reach the point of practically yelling, your heart racing, hands shaking.

finally, she slows to a stop, free leg bouncing nervously. she turns to look at you, finally realizing that no matter what she does, there's been too much pain. and that pain has unfortunately overpowered whatever happy memories the two of you went through together. that you're still hurting, even if you wanted to ignore it.

she watches as you open the car door, exiting with the little duffel bag you brought along. you can take in a deep breath and turn to look back at her, "bye, m- uh goodbye."

the word 'mom' couldn't exit your mouth, your lips seal shut before you could utter it. you can tell that she notices it, she notices the change in demeanor, the way you shut the door. she can tell that truly, nothing's changed, that the little girl that used to play in the sand with her doesn't exist anymore. she drives off without much of a fight, leaving you standing on a boardwalk, tears already falling.

and at the seemingly worst time, your phone starts ringing, akaashi's name written across your screen. you bring your hand up, wiping away the tears that rest on your cheek, "hi, akaashi."

"l/n, sorry to call- are you okay?"

"yeah, yeah. i forgot to tell you but i took the train to my hometown. but i'm probably taking the next train back home," you shake your head, hoping it'll keep the tears from falling more.

he waits a moment before trying to say something to easy your pain. “well, are you by any chance by the ocean? because the air can help anything,” akaashi starts, you can almost see the small smile on his face, “it’s always been my home- second home. the calls of the birds and the waves hitting the rocks, like just sit there for a moment and it can help anything.”

you smile to yourself, hearing the sound of the joy in his voice. no matter how nonchalant he can seem, it’s clear that the ocean is his passion. “i’ll have to give it a try, i grew up practically on the water so i can understand the benefits,” you laugh, genuinely, as you think about how much you enjoy talking to akaashi.

“but thank you, akaashi, i needed that,” you walk onto the sand, feeling the mist and breeze relax you.

“i’m always free to talk. about anything really. i can even come to the train station if you need me to,” his voice drifts off, as if he were nervous to suggest it.

you close your eyes and just stand for a moment. “that would be amazing, you’re making my day a whole lot better…”

a/n: we’re finally getting some hints about his identity.. taglist: @zombriesworld

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #a seaward spark #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi x reader #haikyuu akaashi #keiji akaashi #haikyuu fanfic

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rosella-writes · 11 months

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RO! GIVE ME CUDDLY SOLAS, RO! I mean, ehem, for today's prompt: Solas x literally anyone for "feeling the rumble of their chest when they talk while cuddling" PLEASE?

@bluewren and @plisuu asked for this too! I decided to keep it platonic and make it Solas and Tulin, since I've wanted an excuse to write this for a while. 💚 Thank youuuuu. For @dadrunkwriting

Relationship: Solas & Tulin, father and son Rating: G Words: 648

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Papae’s voice sounds different in the Waking.

Of course, now Tulin knew that this was his papae. Before, he had been the Walker, his teacher, the one who’d found him in the Fade and taught him to dream. Tulin had shown him how he’d learned to turn into a mouse, just like Kieran taught him, and he’d sounded just as proud then as he does now.

Tulin yearns for Solas’s praise. He wants so badly to be near him, but is sure he has to earn it somehow — maybe if he brings an interesting fact he learned, or a new talent, or maybe even a newly-sprouted, rare plant from the garden. His heart still pounds with the knowledge of who he is, and why he’s here, and what he means to Mamae. He’s afraid he’ll do it wrong, whatever it is.

But Papae seems to be able to tell, and smiles softly at Tulin when he tries to tell him a story Tulin knows Solas already knows. He puts out his hand, as if asking for a hug, but something in his eyes pulls him back. Tulin can tell, right now, that he’s being very careful.

“Da’len,” he begins, “do you remember the time you showed me how you changed shape?”

Tulin nods and sets aside a tomato sprout in its little cup. It rests just fine on the table in the rotunda — the room Mamae had shut up years ago, only to open it when Papae came back. “I can do it again! It’s easier now. Not as easy as when I’m dreaming but yeah!”

“Do you remember when I held you in my pocket?”

Tulin does. He smiles at the remembrance of how warm and safe he’d felt there.

Papae sits on the old chaise against the wall, and he crosses one leg over the other and clasps his hands over his knee. His eyes seem old and kind when he nods and says, “Will you show me again? And may I read to you a while in that shape?”

Air whooshes out of Tulin’s lungs. “Oh. Oh yes, that’s okay.”

He’s afraid to show how much he wants that. He doesn’t want to seem too eager, or in too much of a hurry — but he’s never turned so quickly into a mouse before in his life. His fingers itch with the speed with which the magic overtakes them, and the sudden sense of smell almost knocks him dizzy. But before he can orient himself with his new surroundings, a large hand plucks him up from the ground.

“Incredible, da’len,” Solas hums. “I have not seen such a rapid change since… well, you performed that so naturally I would have thought you had always had the gift.”

The world spins as Solas leans back, and when he’s released, Tulin realises he’s been set upon Papae’s worn-out sweater. Papae’s leaning back in the chaise now, a book in his hands and resting against his belly. Tulin is thrumming with pride, and doesn’t feel so sheepish anymore, so he trots up the length of Papae’s chest and settles under his chin.

This is nice, he decides as he curls up in the warm curve of Solas’s collar. Not the same as in the dream, but nice.

Papae keeps his voice low and quiet when he begins to read, as if he’s aware of how sensitive Tulin’s ears are in this shape. His narration of his book is a low rumble, one that Tulin can feel through his whole entire body. He can’t help how sleepy it makes him, even as he tries so so hard to stay awake — he feels safe here, lulled by the vibration of his papae’s voice and the warmth of his shirt and the soft, familiar smell of paper and green, growing things.

Yes, Papae’s voice sounds different here. But it’s nice. Still nice.

#dadwc #my writing #tulin #solas #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #kid fic #he's like??? seven?#solas is still earning dad rights

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lvyu · 2 years

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you were easy to love, but now i can’t leave; dreamwastaken x reader, georgenotfound x reader

— synopsis: moments of loneliness, where you can feel them slipping away.

— warning(s): emotional manipulation (dream)

notes: context for george’s: i have a silly headcanon that when george goes in those coma-like sleeps, he disappears and reappears in a new place; also he can grow plants because i say so.

the silence was so loud though you were only yelling moments ago. “what?” you were reduced to breathy, hushed words, nothing like a few seconds ago.

any truth masked, dream spoke, perhaps in the calmest tone you’ve ever heard from him. “don’t yell at me.”

maybe that’s what made it sound so threatening.

his hand reached out, sitting gently on your cheek. “come on, what made you so snappy?” it sounded like he was smiling, but you couldn’t exactly tell— not anymore, at least. “where’s the happy, more soft-spoken person i love?”

the question made you pause, before returning to your senses. “what’s your excuse?” you fought back, starting to raise your voice again.

“i really hate arguing with you, you know that.” you hadn’t noticed the inches becoming centimeters, becoming nothing as he pressed against you in hug of sorts; you heard a quiet shuffle, his mask, and felt his lips— they were dry and slightly cracked— on your cheek. “can we please stop? we can talk about it later if you want, but right now you’re too upset.” his sad tone made you weak, returning his hug to comfort him.

you felt stupid for giving in so quickly to him, but as mad as you were at him, as confused and even scared of his actions as you were, you loved him. and maybe, just maybe if you heard him out it would make sense– he’d provide you a reason, any good reason, for his continued attacks on the citizens of new l’manberg.

dream, your dream, pulled away and grabbed your hand, leading you. “let’s go home.”

⋆·˚ ༘ *

a few vines sprout from the muddy grass he touched, rain hitting them hard. george tsked, repeating his earlier action. you watched him from the open window, trying to crack the mystery that was what he was really feeling.

“georgie,” you said. “don’t abuse your powers.”

he shrugged. “yeah, this super great power to just�� make some plants.” his tone was sarcastic, and he kicked the ground as he stood up, making his way back inside the house. “i’m tired.”

you frowned, calling out for him. “guess i’ll see you in a week then,” he stared at you, annoyed. “or ‘find’ might be the better word.”

“first, it’s not that sleep– and secondly, i don’t even control it, and i don’t know why you’re still hung up about it.” he clearly wanted the conversation to be over, but for whatever reason, he lingered, waiting for a response.

your words were borderline pathetic, fueled by weeks of confusion and loneliness building up. “of course you control it, george. saying you can’t is just a bullshit excuse you use to pass the blame off.”

he scoffed. “oh yeah? ‘pass the blame off’ what am i to blame for?” his words were clearly bait, daring you to insult him; and you took it.

“for never being there anymore, for leaving everyone! what else?” maybe it was the wrong thing to say— it was definitely the wrong thing to say— but god, did it feel good to finally say to his face.

despite the hurt look on his face, you stood your ground, watching as rubbed his face and groaned. “it’s not my problem that you chose to stay,” he said. “that was your choice, not mine. don’t blame me for your issues.”

this time he didn’t linger, didn’t wait for your response.

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝑬𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

You had grieved him, for three days. The first day was with Dustin. The words took a few minutes to process.

“Y/N? Did you hear me? I’m sorry. I didn’t get to him in time -” It felt like someone had ripped your heart from your chest and crushed it. And yet you could still feel it beating.

Then your legs couldn’t hold you and your knees hit the ground. Dustin had never heard a noise like that before.

So there you laid. On your bed, curled on your side.

Then there was a knock at your bedroom door.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

“It’s me.” His voice was weak, it cracked as he spoke. But you shifted. Eyes glistening, nose running.

“You look so real,” you whimpered.

“I am.”

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬