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aladaylessecondblog · 16 days

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The Sharmat's Lovers (Dagoth Ur/female Nerevarine/Indoril Nerevar)

Author's Note: This is just an excuse for pure unadulterated filth. Sex, oral, fingering, M/M/F, Nerevar has both sets of plumbing because idk

All Voryn's dreams are coming true ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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It was something that took time to get used to, this strange trio that they had formed.

Sadara had hoped when she was brought back in her ghostly form and restored from her ashes, had seen that hope perish when Vivec returned Nerevar's bones, and had it rise again after a lengthy argument in which she and Nerevar had both stated that the other deserved Voryn more.

And Voryn, oddly, had come up with just the thing to settle the argument.

"Why should I not have both of you? I have two hands, after all."

It had been an odd thought that neither she nor Nerevar had even considered. Each of them had replied, "Why should you want ME when you could have her (or him)?"

And though she had never considered such a thing before Sadara found herself quite pleased with the outcome. She was free to dally with Nerevar, and he with Voryn, and with much discussion they had all grown to rely on the bond between the three of them. After such time in solitude and despair it was wonderful to be so surrounded with love.

Voryn did as he had always done. Nerevar conferred with Gilvoth as to the defense of the place (and of all of the Red Mountain region), and she...well, she tended the home, as she'd wished to for such a long time. It was comforting for her to look after such things, to direct the servants, to see that guests had all they needed. It was wonderful not to have to really worry any longer about things like food, security, or--

"The lady is alone. I believe she was told to avoid this." Nerevar's voice echoed slightly in the large room.

There was, she was sure, no safer woman in all Morrowind than her. No woman better taken care of, fussed over, tended to, doted on.

"The lady was going to have a bath and then a nap," Sadara replied. "Sometimes she thinks her loves worry too much."

"And I think you do not worry enough."

"I spent eighteen years worrying...forgive me for not--"

"I know, dearest. Apologies...given what I witnessed not only in my life but in yours as well...I find it is hard to lay down that anxiety. Every day I expect to wake up and find that all this bliss is nothing more than a cruel illusion."

Nerevar's affection was similar to Voryn's, but where the latter tended to be more silent and grabby in his affection, Nerevar was more inclined to speak his mind and lay his anxieties out. It was a regular habit for some one of them to have a day like this, and for one of the others to comfort and be comforted in turn.

(Nerevar had written a 'holy text' lingering on the subject of loss, the fear of it, and the absolute necessity of enjoying your loved ones as much as possible - for one day, it finished, you may lose them. They were eternal, the people were not.)

"As do I," she replied, relaxing as Nerevar's arms slipped around her. "On the worst days, I simply hunker down and...wait for the feeling to pass."

"Is that why you've hidden yourself from us?"

"You've both been busy today, and it's not as if I can't tend things in relative solitude. We've no guests, and..." she paused slightly at the feel of a kiss in her hair. "...I wish not to burden either of you."

"If there is anything I regret," Nerevar said suddenly, "It is that Voryn got to be the one to deal with Azura. She has been a blight on all of us...whispering poison in our ears, telling us we are nothing without her. Blaming us for every failure in her plan."

"I think I was the main cause of that first failure," Sadara gave a slight laugh. "When I drank that brandy, and..."

"And kissed Voryn. You did what I never had the courage to do."

"Courage had nothing to do with it. I was drunk. I was attempting to tell him that you'd always thought about him in a sexual way, and...being drunk, didn't have the words for it. So I kissed him..."

"And once kissed, the dam of our love burst free."

"You seem to take a more romantic view of the...event, but we weren't of a mind to think too much on that at the time. At least, I wasn't. 'Fucking me like a madman not five feet away from the heart' is how I might put it."

"Quite a colorful way to put it, but having watched it, perhaps you're right. But regardless. It was that kiss, that fucking, that has saved Morrowind. At least if Vehk is telling the truth...the tale he wove is a strange one."

"You were spying--filthy mer! And could we not speak of Vivec right now?" Sadara squirmed, and managed to turn herself around. "Talk of quite literally anything else."

There was a pause--and then they both laughed.

But a moment later Nerevar looked down at her upturned face, and pressed a deep kiss to her lips. The second he parted with her for air she said, "You're as eager as Voryn, aren't you?"

"He wasn't the only one to finally have a drink of the 'waters of relief,'" Nerevar said, "More than four thousand years. Surrounded by beauty, yet unable to touch it. He was imprisoned in a desert and I in an ocean. Water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink."

"Then drink," Sadara replied--and this time she was the one to kiss him.

There was a growl, and a moment later Nerevar's hands came up, practically tearing at her robe. The next parting had her giving a laugh.

"You and Voryn are determined to ruin my wardrobe, aren't you? At this rate I'll have to go about in a loincloth like he does..."

"That and the golden adornments...ah, how often we both think of it...but Voryn, well...if he had his way we'd both dress that way. Such filthy dreams our lord has..."

"Easy access," Sadara got out after another kiss. "That's all he wants out of our wardrobe--"

By this point Nerevar had backed her against her bed, and a second later was lifting her onto it. When she lifted her skirts there was another growl.

"I know what you want," she whispered, "You want to make sure I'm good and loud so he'll hear us. So he'll catch us."

No answer. Nerevar didn't even bother fully disrobing, choosing instead to lower his armor-leather pants just enough to free his cock.

"Oh, the things Lord Dagoth would do if he caught us..."

It was so easy to get Nerevar going, so very, very easy. All she had to do was show her eagerness, mention Voryn and the prospect of being caught, and her warlike love would be hard as a rock and ready to go.

Again the press of Nerevar's lips, and the feel of his cock against her soaked center.

(She hardly bothered with underwear at this juncture, Nerevar and Voryn both had a habit of being too impatient to pull them off and often resorted to simply tearing them to shreds.)

"Go on," she whispered, too wet to wait any longer, "Either fuck me or--"

Nerevar cut her off with a swift thrust that buried him fully inside her. He gave a gasp against her lips, and a groan when he pulled back to thrust again. She crossed her legs behind him, ensuring he couldn't fully withdraw.

She tugged at the belt of her robe, knowing he would do it himself if she didn't do it for him. His hands moved up instantly, opening and pushing it back, exposing her entirely.

"Nothing beneath this robe," Sadara grinned, "How does that make you feel?"

"And I thought I was the tease of this little group," Nerevar groaned against her neck. "You--"

"Me," she laughed and pulled him into a kiss.

Nerevar's thrusts alone would have been enough to do the job for her--simply the feeling of his rapid movements, being filled and spread, over and over. But it was not his way, to leave a thing well enough alone, to settle. So when his next thrust had her falling back, he reached down to stroke over her clit.

"You want to be heard, don't you?" he turned it on her, pressing down with such precision that Sadara was keening almost instantly. "Oh, you do, you--"

A hard thrust, a press down. A moan echoed from her lips that was absolutely pornographic.

"Let him hear us, all the way in the Heart Chamber," Nerevar's teasing went on, his hand still moving, "The louder you are, the faster he comes, and the sooner my poor needy incarnate gets what she really wants."

"N...Neverar," Sadara groaned, "How many--times--do I have to tell you that--I DO want you? Do I have to scream it for you to finally understand?"

His name was a prayer on her lips, as much as Voryn's was at other times, and every time she called it, it was louder--louder--!

She fell apart beneath him, around him, riding out the heated waves as long as possible before letting the warm afterglow rise to drown her.

"On the bed," she gestured vaguely, "I know you're not done yet."

"Voryn is right. You are a greedy thing."

Really she was, but the tease and denial made this game of theirs more interesting. Some one or other of them was always teasing, taking it in turns so no one felt too much was expected.

"Not greedy, only eager. But if you don't want to silence me, I could simply leave...collect my things, have a bath...and leave you to be satisfied in other ways."

That lit a fire under him. Nerevar moved onto the bed once he'd shed his clothes, and lay back, making sure he was comfortable. His cock stood firmly at attention, and she moved up, kneeling before it (and him, really).

She lavished it with her tongue, caressed the underside of the head, licked a stripe from the base to the tip...and then against a background of soft moans Nerevar was obviously trying to muffle, her hand's movement went unnoticed. He certainly noticed it when she traced the dampened slit of his cunt, though.

"Sadara--"

She didn't usually press for this--he preferred only letting Voryn touch him there. Not out of some shyness, but he did so love to be bred, and that wasn't something she could do.

"I can stop if you want me to," she replied, stroking briefly at his cock, "But I have one of these too, and...I'd like to see that what I know can...help you too."

"I'm sure it can't be very--"

"I can make you scream," she grinned, and gave the most seductive expression she could manage. "And Voryn really WILL hear us. Because what makes him come running faster than hearing you in need?"

"The both of us, but--" Nerevar had one golden arm up and over his eyes now. "Go ahead, you've made me wait long enough as it is."

Sadara smirked, slowly easing two fingers inside that soaked center. "Hot," she said, "And very wet. You're as eager as I am, aren't you?"

Any reply or retort Nerevar might have made was silenced when Sadara lowered her head, took his cock into her mouth completely, and at the same time buried her fingers in his cunt knuckle deep.

All that passed his lips was a strangled moan.

Not so chatty now, are you? she thought.

As big a game as he talked, he was so easy to reduce to this point. It was so easy to touch him in just the right ways and render him functionally mute.

His hand at the back of her head, the sudden grip of his fingers in her hair, and another groan as he started to buck against her head. Sadara went slack, letting him do it, letting him him have the control he so desperately seemed to crave.

Nerevar seemed to be saying something, but Sadara couldn't bring herself to care what it was. The feeling of his cock in her mouth, the slight saltiness of his pre, the stutter in his hips when her fingers pushed deep enough for her thumb to grind over his clit...

...it consumed her.

There was a high-pitched cry, a last buck of Nerevar's hips--and a shudder as his cock pulsed and filled her mouth. She swallowed down his seed quickly, spilling only a drop--a drop she wiped from her lips as she moved back up.

Her smirk was triumphant...until she felt a pair of hands at her waist.

"I see," came the sudden sound of Voryn's strained voice, "That I cannot leave the two of you alone for any amount of time without returning to a scene of utter debauchery."

Nerevar gestured and gave his reply in an airy voice. "You needed further proof after the last few times?"

Voryn's trimmed claws pricked at the soft skin on Sadara's waist, and she pressed back a bit, hoping to get things moving.

"Tell me, which of us did you hear?"

"Nerevar. Why?"

"We had a bit of a bet going..." Sadara glanced up at Nerevar. "And it looks like I won. I wonder if our dear Nerevar will have anything to say to that. Perhaps he'll just remain silent?"

"Perhaps he'll want to punish you for being so smug." The hands at her waist were caressing now, never going very far, but stoking the flames from her last peak. "Will you, Nerevar? Or will we let this little defiance go?"

"I think not." Nerevar lifted Sadara's chin, and gave a smirk of his own. That was his hortator voice, the one she'd ALSO come to love. Voryn had his thunderous tone of mock-anger, and Nerevar had this. "Voryn, I think we need to remind her not to lord things over those above her. To be a graceful winner...or loser, as it were."

He lay back again, and pulled her forward to lay atop him. His arms quickly moved tight around her, leaving her in just the right position to hear his whisper in her ear.

"Now, my dear, it is time for you to serve. Our lord has had a very stressful day, and he requires a means of...relief."

Oh, to be held like this, to be between them. This, this was heaven, and she needed no other. If it was a dream, all she wished was for it never to end.

"Then," she gave in a slightly edged tone, "Stop playing around and let me--"

"Such bossiness from an outlander...this will not stand. Voryn?"

The thrust that came next was completely unexpected, and had her whole body tense from the sudden intrusion and spread. Either that was part of a game the two others had already devised, or Voryn was skipping a few steps first. But then again, he'd never been a patient mer.

Sadara tried to stifle the moan that the movement forced from her throat, but it passed her lips anyway, and left her clenching at Nerevar's shoulders. "Gods..."

Nerevar tutted at her. "How many times do we have to remind you? There is only one god here, and you serve at his pleasure. You're only lucky he's eager to be relieved, or he would have spent time making you fall apart..."

Another thrust, another outcry--and then a steady jarring of her body as Voryn wordlessly started a brutal pace.

She couldn't speak, could barely think. Her pleasure rose in sharp spikes, each time she was stretched and spread around Voryn's cock. There was nothing of coherent thought at this point, only the eager insistent movement of his hips against hers and the ecstasy that followed.

"We're being so good to you," Nerevar said, drawing her into a brief kiss. "Poor, needy thing...do you know what I've noticed?"

"Wh...wh...oh!..."

"That you have all the same little weak points that I do." he smirked once more, and raised her just enough to start nipping love bites into the soft skin of her neck. The moan that followed had him grinning further, and he dragged his tongue over and around the same spots. "Oh, what a discovery..."

"Nerevar--" Voryn groaned and moved down, pressing Sadara down and leaving him face to face with Nerevar.

"What would my lord have of me, hm?"

(Here Sadara found herself, pressed between two men, two men she'd come to love at different points. One cock inside her, another beneath her and weeping pre onto her belly, and she had never felt so well satisfied as she did right then.)

"If you keep calling him your....oh, gods...your lord, you'll just hurry him into...mmm..."

"Oh no, no, no..." Nerevar laughed, and in a suddenly much darker and more alluring tone, added, "If I wanted to do that..."

A momentary stop, a further press--she couldn't exactly see what was going on, but from the sound of it, Nerevar had finally locked lips with Voryn.

The pleasurable movements slowed as her two loves kissed, but didn't stop entirely. But it left her more coherent than the savage pace from earlier.

"And you say what we were doing BEFORE was pure debauchery..." She could think of no more filthy thing that what was happening right now.

How long they stayed like this, none of them would be quite sure. Hands and mouths and teeth and tongues, stroking, caressing, kissing, loving. By the time Sadara felt her second peak approaching she was sure they'd never be able to top this moment. That nothing could ever be as enjoyable, as warm, as satisfying.

The end nearly leaped into her throat on a deep thrust, and she groaned right into Nerevar's ear.

"Harder," Nerevar suddenly demanded, "It was me that drew you in here, but it'll be her that actually screams tonight."

"Please," she called out, "Please, I'm so close..."

"Let her have it, Voryn," Nerevar said, "All of it. Her end, yours..."

And then a thrust that tore a genuine if well pleased scream from Sadara's lips.

"Are we going to let her take any story back to her forsaken outlander home that does not ensure your reputation?"

Closer, and closer still now.

"Or do you not want her every vein to thrum with desire because of you, o god of the mountain?"

Her eyes were clamped shut, so she didn't see which of them grabbed at her breasts, or her waist, or tilted her head to give them better access to her neck.

It didn't matter.

"Go on," she heard Nerevar whisper in her ear, "Come for us. Come for us."

The first wave of orgasm rose, and crashed on a final thrust from Voryn. Flame burst beneath her skin and spread in pure wildfire through the rest of her body--she screamed out her pleasure into the pillow beneath Nerevar's head. Then, finally, she relaxed.

A final thrust, and Voryn was pulsing and spilling inside her.

They lay there like that a minute or two, relaxing, breathing, recovering, really.

Not until they'd separated from one another and come back together--Sadara was kept pressed between them as they all lay down. Exhausted, but replete.

"If this is a dream I pray I never wake."

"No dreams," Voryn said.

"All of it, every bit...is real." Nerevar added that, and joined his free hand with Voryn's, which lay on Sadara's hip. "And we will NEVER be parted again."

#seriously i stayed up way too late writing this #nerevar is nerevar #dagoth ur #nerevarine #indoril nerevar #nerevoryn #nerevarinevoryn #morrowind fanfiction #dagoth ur smut #voryn dagoth #morrowind #fanfiction #tes #tesblr #elder scrolls

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grimsneverendingfuneral · 4 months

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Okay so I’m officially in love with your Rosekiller (they’re so ACCURATE), please indulge us in your Wolfstar headcanons 🎤

loooool ok anon youre cute so i'll do it but fucking hell wolfstar headcanons will be the death of me cause ive spent literally almost the same amount of time thinking about them as i have thinking about my own goddamn OCs

well the sirius i have in my head is a sickeningly blinding cosmic event (oh thatsgood). he's a walking paradox. he's impulsive and boisterous and laughs loudly but he's also intentional, fragile, vulnerable, dainty even. he walks like he knows exactly where he's going at all times, languid and relaxed, head held high. he wears whatever he wants. sometimes it's feminine, sometimes it's masculine, sometimes it's both. but even when he's wearing his blue jeans and leather jacket, he always looks regal, a little bit girlish, nose turned upwards and eyes twinkling with secret emotions only few people can decipher. he's loyal to a fault and it makes him crazy. the way he loves is testing. he's highly educated, writes only in cursive though he holds the pen with hatred. he grits his teeth in his sleep. has major anxiety. sometimes he can barely get a bite of food in him because he always feels sick. he hides it well but not so well. its all in his eyes, everything. you just gotta look. in my head he's half english half french, from la Corse. Corsica babyyyyy. he's a virtuoso with the piano and has a perfect ear. like, you could literally ask him what note your overheating laptop is making and he'll be like "hmm Si bémol." only knows music theory in french. he will kill for you but not die for you. he's almost nauseatingly driven. like, one track mind kind of person. if he has a goal, its getting done no matter how long it takes him. it gets him what he wants but it also makes him insufferable sometimes because there's no talking sense into him. he's sweet as a fucking button, though, my sirius. so so sweet. when he smiles you just wanna keep making him smile, when he laughs you just wanna get on your knees and beg he never stop. he's got the energy of a thousand suns, but has his moments of complete quiet and solitude. he needs those. at least once a day. he sleeps with the covers over his head, like an animal. if you're looking for sirius and you cant find him, look for a bump in the blankets. he'll be there. he also has crazy nightmares. like the type of person that just has nightmares every night. he's woken up at least once like in the movies, sprung up in bed screaming. also sleeps like he tosses and TURNS GOD and sometimes remus literally cannot stand it. the things he loves like music movies and books become his whole personality, he's very very obsessive with the things he loves. he'll talk your ear off about them if you ask him to. he like almost identifies with whatever he loves at that moment. he can cook. he's a good cook. homely stuff, like mashed potatoes and pie. he has the best table manners and doesnt really like people who dont. gives bombastic side eye in a way that makes it almost too funny not to laugh when you catch it. he loves to speak with his eyes, he's so good at it its scary.

remus. oh myyy goooooddd remus. no i just. i really really love him guys. okay my remus is half Polish half Welsh. his skin is fucking soft, idk thats just always sometimes that sits in my mind, like yes he has scars but the skin around them is just really fucking soft. he always smells kind of soft, too. contrary to sirius, who's all sharp features and contrasting hair on his pale skin, remus is just soft all over, actually. everything blends in real nice. his eyes are a shade of amber that is never quite the same in any lighting. watery eyes. sparkling eyes. Roman nose PLEASE. he's an avid smoker. he's a stoner, yes but he doesn't act like one. like he can hold his fuckin smoke. he has insomnia. his mind never stops. he takes in the world with wonder, always romanticizing everything. everything is beautiful and it breaks his heart. very protective of his heart but he wants so badly to just love freely and openly and avidly the way sirius does, or the way james does. he's not an asshole, but has asshole-ish tendencies. like he can be a bit dry and cold sometimes or aloof, but he doesn't really notice until someone mentions it then he's like oh shit my bad. he talks MAD SHIT. loves to talk shit. he's good at it too, you'll laugh with the digs he comes up with. RESTING BITCH FACE. please yes. he looks full of disdain, bored, but he's having the time of his life dont worry. sarcastic, always. but the funny kind, the silly kind. like youll ask him "hey can you get this thing for me" and he'l reply "no" while doing it. you never really know where you stand with him and its kind of his fatal flaw, like he always seems to have one foot out the door. when he loves you though, he is the LEAST judgmental person you'll ever meet. like seriously thats the way he loves. he embraces all parts of you, lets you evolve and change and make mistakes. he loves to be a guard dog. he is very protective. he's also mid. like looks wise, i love a mid remus. in the sense that, he's not striking, heads don't necessarily turn when he walks into a room, or they do but its only cause he's tall. but when he speaks, all solid cadence and a crinkly smile, you're like oh. oh. he's hot. also cant keep socks matched to save his life. they're always mismatched and even when he takes them out of the dryer, he doesnt bother to find the matching ones he just bunches them up together. drives sirius fucking mad.

i could keep going like its so bad. its so bad. im down bad

#ok pheewwwww #yall got me sweatin #thanks for your inquiry sweetness #this was fun #anon #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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Level 3, idk if you recongnize me but I did a match up a while back and decided to do another again if that's okay? 🐦

Fandoms: Game of Thrones, Marvel, X Men

MBTI: INFP

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/They

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn (i only know that😭)

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

I'm a very quiet person, timid, kinda grumpy and a bit shy but with close ones I'm a bit more talkative. I'm the type to be logical but also feels bad if it affects people's feelings, a bit of a people pleaser not gonna lie. I try my best to stay out of trouble but sometimes can't help but help people in need even if it causes me trouble (blame myself for it after sometimes). To be honest I'm actually pretty nice, kind and friendly. Like I would split my food and hand you the bigger one. I'm a good listener and gets embarrassed after i ramble about something i like. I get nervous and overwhelmed easily, I'm also anxious and paranoid like I check if i have the things i need like five times 💀. I'm very loyal to my friends and hate to see them upset.

Likes: Quiet places, music, relaxing solitude, matcha tea, cold drinks, cold weather, reading, taking breaks and hanging out with people i like.

Dislikes: insensitive or immoral people, germs, untidiness, loud noises/people, not being able to sleep.

Hobbies: Drawing, Reading, Organizing and Sleeping

Habit(s): I have a habit of dozing off when Im stuck in my mind and I pully my sleeves really hard when I'm nervous.

My Love Language: Quality Time and Acts of Service

Thank you! Have a great day or night =°_°= ♡

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌! She's been through a lot and your gentle nature would make her feel cared for. I think that's what she needs most, someone who will care for her. To make her feel loved and needed.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Very faithful and loyal. Anyone who speaks ill against you ... never does so again (depending on what they say, Sansa will take their tongue.)

・Treats you as her equal, and wants your input on many things. She loves your opinions because they're level-headed and come from a good place.

・Sews gorgeous clothes for you. She's naturally talented in that area, and has made such detailed items that take your breath away. Threaded your favourite flower, woven with golden shining thread. It's time consuming, but she doesn't mind it. She wants to spend time on things for you.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒇𝒇! She loves romance and would sweep you off your feet. You would keep her grounded and she would make you feel loved and protected. I think she would be able to take away some of your anxieties as well by letting you feel safe.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Everything is deeper and more intense with Wanda. She makes you feel like you're worth it. That you have so much worth and your thoughts are important. You're important.

・Likes to bake for you! All the time! There's many things that haven't turned out right, but it's fun and you enjoy taste-testing!

・If you need her, she will not leave your side. She makes you feel like her number one priority

𝐗-𝐌𝐞𝐧

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆! She has a good heart and wants to do the best by others. I think you two would be a great match because she wants to love someone with her whole being and I think you would want someone who is completely ready for a relationship. The compatibility would be high because you're both sensitive and emotionally mature/open.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Sees the good in every situation, which makes you feel like a more positive person

・She's great at listening and wants you to tell her everything about your day. Often begins a conversation, just so you can take over and talk. Your voice soothes her.

・She never breaks her promises, and reserves her affection just for you

#pair ups #match ups #ships #personal ships

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ambidexterous-lesbian · 2 months

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Hi, yeah, I'm sorry about that I'm just a broken person <3

Yeah, no you're right. I was trying to open up and turns out there's too much in there and really I'm incapable of being close to anyone with having a panic attack hahahahahaha

No, no there's nothing you can do, like I've had the same therapist for three years and I think it's time I accept that I'm just incapable of having a relationship

No, no. You didn't do anything wrong, I just have issues.

Yes, I understand that you like my brain, I like my brain too, but also it's the product of too much trauma and that makes me sad sometimes

What do I want? Idk. At one point I thought I had it, I was taking care of myself and breathing and forming new relationships and then suddenly everything fell apart and I could barely get out of bed, and I was crying a lot because I missed having friends. And then there's the experience of trying to put myself together again and I don't know how to do that and maintain friendships or relationships. I have a few people that have stuck around and I'm so thankful for it, but now I cry myself to sleep because I feel guilty

About what? Ya know, being unable to care for myself most of the time. Having needs that only I can meet and not knowing how to meet them. Feeling small, feeling scared, feeling like I'm a burden to all of those around me.

It's kind of like an addiction, tbh. I'm incapable of self regulating, and thus overindulge, and even though I'm years past the point of learning that others aren't going to fix my problems it's still hard to not wish they could.

So, whenever I'm building new relationships it's almost like I have to go through that grief again. I have to cry about it, I have to breathe through it, I have to learn how to support myself meaningfully

It's all of this stuff that I feel like everyone else has figured out and I'm just sort of here trying to navigate it all. I don't know how. I find it scary. I'm scared to be alone and I'm scared to be close to others.

I know how to take care of myself, but only on the best days. On the bad days, I just feel broken and tired and like I could sleep for a million years.

Today I am tired. Today I am scared. Today I don't know what to do.

There's a version of me in my head that can handle her own shit and do her own dishes, and when bad things happen is able to ask for support with grace. I love her and I wish I was her, and instead I'm not able to want the solitude I need to heal from anything.

#bpd #ptsd #guys i am doing my best what am i doing wrong

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fantasiaoasiss · 9 months

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I deleted my twitter. I still have my ig for communication purposes and also connection to events and who does hair and other stuff. And ppl still use it as a social thing but i rather not use it. I try not to be on it for too long tho if i end up on it cuz its gets hectic. I get what i need and im out. Im so glad i left twitter cuz i already know that society is doing its thing and honestly i wanna protect my own sanity. I don’t need to be up in all the chaos. I got real life tings to be emotionally available to.

Twitter was prob the most toxic social media platform of them all tbh. IG is too in its own way.

Social media is hard to let go because u think the people watching liking yo shit care about you. You get that dopamine hit and u think the people who viewed ur story really gave a fuck about you! Really are emotional available for you. And they arent lol. You cant see that if you are on it tryna see who’s watching.

Like honestly i feel less alone. Less angry being off social media.

Tumblr is prob the most wholesome social media app cuz i can just write and write and nobody bothers me on this part of the internet. Like this is solitude. No agenda. Not tryna make content. Not tryna get views. Nothing. I can just be on here. And express myself.

Are.na is another great app but eventually u gotta pay for it lol. You can find some cool ass shit on there. I love that. I feel like im digitally digging for buried treasure.

The less time i spent on twitter and instagram allowed me to spend more time on youtube like i have more attention span to watch videos but man youtube can be kinda much sometimes. It has its tiktok portion and im like bruh i wish i could turn it off. I have to have strength not to even start that shit. So idk i could delete the app off my phone but its also entertainment. But its not causing me a lot of distress so its fine for now. And ive been on reddit.

All in all fuck all these apps

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rogue-durin-16 · 2 years

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MATCHUP FOR:

@tvserie-s-world

I'm Italian, my pronouns are she/her, straight, I'm 5'0, I have long curly dark blonde hair, brown eyes, freckles and I wear glasses (but sometimes also contact lenses) and I have stretch marks (that I love so much). I'm probably too much shy and quiet, and I just needs some time to open up with someone. I'm also very stubborn so it's pretty difficult to make me change my mind (sometimes can be a good thing and sometimes not). One of my biggest flaws is that I'm probably a very cold person. I'm not a big fan of physical contact, i have big problems to show affection in public and I'm not someone who says "I love you" very often irl. My love language is definitely acts if service. Also I have a very low self-esteem (but I'm trying to work on it). I think I'm a very patient person and people say I'm kind and sweet, so I don't know, maybe that's true😅. My favourite hobbies are reading, watching TV series, doing the sudokus and I like baking with my mom. I like shopping, animals and even if I haven't travelled much in my life, I like to see new places. I love winter and I hate summer and really hate romantic movies (I'm not a very romantic person). And one of my biggest pet peeves are probably pet names. There are some that are cute, but I dislike most of them and there a couple of them that just irritate me.

From Band Of Brothers I Ship You With:

Denver "Bull" Randleman

Ship dynamic:

Old Married Couple™

Quote:

«Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other.»

Let's start with the fact that Bull strikes me as a calm down-to-earth person, which is perfect for someone who's shy.

He'll feel approachable for you and provide that comfort blanket you need whilst interacting with others

He's quiet, just like you, —he speaks only when he has to— so I feel like the two of you would have this subtle, unspoken way of communicating.

That would 100% build up a whole other level of intimacy, which is always nice.

Bull seems a private person so I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that you not being into physical touch, specially in public, is not a problem for him. (Plus, Bull doesn't look to me like the kind of guy whose love language would be physical touch)

He doesn't do petnames, mainly because he knows you don't exactly enjoy them but also because he's a wise man and knows that names hold power.

He calls you by your name; it feels a thousand times more intimate than any petname.

He's very protective, and, speaking from experience, when someone is protective they love people shorter than them. And you're like, what? A foot shorter? He adores that.

Let me say, LET ME JUST SAY, that when I read the physical description I was like "Yes, that's Bull's type." Why? Idk girl it is what it is. I'm not even that familiar with Bull but I know he'd look at you and immediately go "wife material".

I can very well picture Bull just standing behind you as some kind of personal bodyguard, not super on your back, just chilling with his best gal whilst keeping an eye on you. Plus, if someone upsets you, he can stomp them on the spot.

Like, he'd go naming all the good things about you in a very soothing and convincing tone and then peck your forehead.

Bull melts at how sweet and patient you are, and finds it amusing that you're not 100% aware of those qualities. He doesn't point them out either, he just observes you interact with people and turns super soft.

Well, he sometimes does, but only if you're alone and you're having a particularly hard time with your self esteem.

He admires your stubbornness, he really does, but he won't hesitate to give you a heads-up whenever you need to tone it down for your own good.

Bull👏🏻bakes👏🏻with👏🏻you.

You know those kind of people who behave like they've been married for literal decades? That's your relationship dynamic even before you're in a relationship. For Bull's squad, you two are literally mom and dad, it's not up to question, they just accept it.

Bull cooks with you in general, but specially baking. He also makes sure to save enough money to travel from time to time, not that he's a fan of it but he knows you are.

When he plans a trip, he makes sure it's not in summer because you don't do summer, and he low-key loves to lend you his jacket or whatever he's wearing in winter.

You two read together, I just know. Not as in, out loud, but as in, sitting down in the same room and each of you reading a different book in comfortable silence.

Istg i cannot stress enough how much married couple energy you two have, it's adorable, not in a high-school-sweethearts/young-love way, but in a 'we've been together for forever and still love each other the same' way.

Pleaseeee I got so carried away but I read the description and my brain went buzzing because I LOVE the married couple dynamic

#band of brothers matchup #band of brothers i ship you with #band of brothers request #bull randleman

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goldafterglow · 4 years

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Head canon: MAKING JACK BLUSH. I NEED TO SEE IT. 🥺

Summary: Jack Daniels is a pretty cowboy.

Paring: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x reader

Word Count: 1.3k+

Warnings: soft!Jack, no sins but they are for sure basking in the post-sin afterglow, a lil bit of blushing for our baby boy, this is not beta read bc i’m impatient

Author’s Note: YESDJHGJFD I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF THIS. This is also my first little like drabble, except it’s too long but ig 1.3k is a drabble for me kids this is the standard.

It’s early in the morning. 1:43 am to be exact. But you can’t bring yourself to end the night; he always make it so hard to sleep. In a good way of course; a really good way.

It’s in the afterglow that his feelings begin to melt, glaciers in his mind turning to liquid as the golden amber spills gently from his lips and over your chest so that it will encapsulate you, dry around you and encase you, keeping his words wrapped around your body forever. Embroidered into the soft chenille of your neck and whispered into the lobes of your ears. He speaks to you in a way that you can feel; it’s a pleasure of its own to feel his lips kiss the dips of your clavicles through his words, his voice low and sending wide vibrations through your sternum. It feels sinful, heavenly, like something too good to be right.

It feels nice.

You’re laid by him on your side, face buried into his bare chest as his thick fingers run along the curve of your spine, re-exploring you with a sense of focused clarity that he doesn’t often get when he’s overwhelmed with lust and passion. His fingers are careful, sensitive, picking up on every bump and blemish until he can paint the perfect picture of you under his closed eyelids, even as the meek moonlight bathes your waist and glimmers against the sheets. Perfect.

He’s resolved to a comfortable state of wordlessness, eyes trained on the top of your head as you bask. There truly is something golden about the afterglow he casts onto you; you always seem to feel like you’re floating, like not even gravity could keep you from ascending to the clouds with him. He makes you feel precious.

With an inhale of his musk, you slowly nudge your chin so that you can look up at him, fingers tracing his jaw. You love to let him shower you in his affection like a delicate hummingbird is kissed by tiny drops of rain, but you rarely take the time to take him in. The bump of his nose is highlighted by the window’s rays, his lips still a little blushed and swollen from the night. The side of your palm runs up along the side of his face before finding his hair; it’s been mussed, disheveled by your greedy fingers. Gorgeous.

“What’s going on in that big beautiful mind of yours, angel?” Jack ponders, prodding you tenderly with his words. He can tell when you’re lost in thought, lost in him. Perhaps he can’t tell when you have no desire to be found, when you want to be left to traverse the tall grass of his forest and hug the applewood in his eyes. What a way to go.

“Nothing, Jack,” you assure. It’s a weak excuse, an almost embarrassing attempt at deflecting his question, but maybe it’s because you want him to ask you again, dig a little deeper into you so he can make a home inside you. Never leave.

“Now, darlin’,” he starts, feigning a little sternness in his tone, “I think you know good and well that ol’ Jack can tell when you’re fibbin’. Ain’t no use lyin’ to me, honey. I’ll catch ya every time.” Your heart swells swells a little at his words, because he’s so honest with you. You know he knows you, sometimes better than you know yourself. He’s made you his hobby, learning you like a subject and studying you like a book. He can always read you.

And yeah; he always catches you.

You take a few diamond-adorned seconds to look at him; his mustache rests right on top of his soft smile, there to accent his words and tickle your neck when he’s feeling playful. His eyes are wide like when a two-month old baby can finally look at its mother in awe, utterly mystified and doe-y. His face is sculpted by the gods, chiseled to magnificence in his charcoal features, and yet he uses it to show you he loves you. He loves you.

“You’re so pretty, Jack,” you whisper. The words barely leave your lips as a noise, traveling to his ears as wisps of the breeze you blow onto him.

Jack Daniels is floored.

It’s not a word he’d ever use to describe himself. Cocky, sure. Sexy, absolutely. Brash, confident, competent; he wasn’t too shy to toot his own horn every once in a while. But pretty? Flowers are pretty; butterflies are pretty. When the sleepy sun yawns and breathes a peach glow onto the front-porch flower bed, that’s pretty. When you step outside to dip yourself in the golden afterglow and he walks out into the backyard to find you sitting on the quaint bench he built just for you. When he drags himself into the kitchen in the morning to find you already there, frying up bacon on his stove in nothing but his unbuttoned flannel and last night’s bra; that is fucking pretty.

But Jack Daniels -- is he pretty? He looks down at you carefully. He can tell when you’re fibbin’, after all.

You don’t look like a dishonest woman to him.

“You’ve already got me in bed with you,” he teases, trying to deflect. He can’t handle the weight of your words, isn’t strong enough to hide what they do to him, and he needs you to take them back before he bursts into a supernova of rouge love. “You don’t need to-”

“I mean it, baby,” you interrupt, tone serious. You can tell he doesn’t want to believe you, doesn’t want to grapple with the intensity of your thoughts. But he needs to know, he has to trust you’re not deceiving him. “You’re beautiful.”

His smirk is gone, his smug, self-assured grin nowhere to be seen. The room is dark; he knows that. But the moonlight hits him just right, at just the right angle that you can see that sweet strawberry syrup tint his cheeks, giving him up. You can’t help but smile a little, like you’ve done something good. He’s good.

Jack’s breathing is a little jagged, his heartbeats a little stuttered. What was it he’d done to deserve you again? Oh right; nothing.

Your hand leaves his hand to cup his red cheek, thumb running right under his big eyes. He leans into it, face turning a little to nuzzle your palm, and the notion makes you giggle. A fierce lion reduced to a whimsical lamb, so gentle under your touch. He is vulnerable when he is with you, especially in these shared moments of solitude, and you wonder if you could look at him like this forever.

Blushing.

“C’mere, pretty boy,” you tease, but you mean it. You mean every word.

You nudge him towards you, his face finding solace in your chest. He shifts down a little, his soft body wrapping around your middle. He can hide in you, feel pretty in your arms. He’s safe in you.

“You think I’m pretty, sugar?” he asks softly. Almost a little timid. He’s embarrassed to need validation like this, ashamed that he’s practically begging you to say those words again, but you make him feel so warm, so secure, and he knows that the last person to leave him for a lapse in strength is you.

You press a kiss to the top of his scalp, his wild hair tickling your nose but you don’t care; you want him close. Closer.

“I know it,” you whisper, throat closing on itself a little because you’re so grateful that you finally get to tell him. That Jack can finally begin to grasp just how much he means to you. There’s so much more you want to say, but you don’t want to overwhelm him with it because you know he loves you with a fury and passion that drowns him without you piling on your love too.

And as Jack closes his eyes, finally ready to let the night end, he thinks he might know it too.

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also im gonna never tag anyone in my headcanons again bc that was embarrassing yikes gjfhdjgd

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I absolutely love your writing! Idk if my request got lost or not but I was wondering if you could write something for a reader who has incredibly bad social anxiety (they can't function on their own in public/needs fidget toys to stay calm) and reader feels really ashamed/embarrassed about it but then gets comforted? With din javi or whiskey (or as a hc for all the boys) thank you so much if you decide to write this^_^ it means a lot to me

How They Help Calm Social Anxiety:

Javier: He noticed the way that you would keep a pen in your hands when you were out in public. The need to click it almost rhythmic as you nervously chewed on your lip. It happened often, enough that he noticed it every time you pulled the pen out when getting out of the car. He doesn’t talk about it with you then, knowing that you are on edge. Instead he waits until you are alone again, and he’s glad he did. You are obviously embarrassed when you tell him about how anxious you get. He understands, surprisingly. He wraps his arm around your shoulder. “What do you need from me?” He doesn’t judge, just asks what you need from him to help you. That is extremely comforting and lets you know that he cares about you and doing what he can to help.

Ezra: There aren’t a lot of times where you are in a really public place. But when you are, Ezra is honestly the one to be with. He might have his own unease of crowds because of spending so much time alone or just with you and the other members of the party, so he gets your discomfort. He notices it before you can bring it up, the way that you play with one of the tools that you carry around with you all the time. He pulls you aside and asks you what is wrong in that oh so soothing tone he has. When you explain, Ezra just smiles at you and puts his arm around your waist. “Stick close to me moonstone.” He whispers in your ear. “We will be done with this is a jiffy and we can go back to the blessed solitude of our Pod.”

Mando: He doesn’t say anything to you about it. He waits for you to explain to him. Everyone has their triggers, he knows this. He doesn’t like crowds himself because of the dangers that can be hidden there. But wearing Beskar armor also is kind of like waving a magic wand, the sea of bodies part when they see a Mandalorian walking towards them. You tell him one night, shame in your voice while both of you are staring out the cockpit viewport. He’s quiet when he listens and just nods. “I understand.” The next morning when you wake up, you’ve already landed on Navarro, to turn in his bounties. When he returned, he shoved a small pouch in your hand. “I was told this would help.” He says quietly before disappearing up into the cockpit to take off. In the pouch was a little fidget toy. Something to keep your hands occupied when you had to go out, and you couldn’t believe that this proud warrior had thought of you to get something like this to help.

Catfish: He noticed it from the start. You don’t have to say a word. Just because he isn’t loud like Pope or Benny, doesn't mean he isn’t observant as hell. He sees the way you toy with the spinner. The only time it gets brought up is when you realize you’ve misplaced it when you are about to get to your destination. Your anxiety is ramping up and you are about to freak out when Frankie tells you to open the console of the truck and look inside it. Inside is another one of the toys, exactly like the one he saw you with. When you look over at him with a question on your face, he shrugs. “Thought you might need one sometime, so I figured it would be a good idea to have extras.” He reaches over and gives your hand gentle squeeze and looks back at the road.

Agent Whiskey: You really think this agent isn’t going to notice that your anxiety ramps up every time you get into the social situation? Give him a little more credit than that. He tugs your hand gently to get you to look at him. You duck your head, staring at the ground as you explain what you are feeling. “Darlin’, you just keep a hold of ‘ole Jack and we will get out of here in jiffy.” He hugs you close and whisks you away as fast as he can manage. Once you guys are away from the social stress, he asks you if he can talk to Ginger to see if there is any tips or things that can help you with this. Only if you want, of course. Plenty of Statesman training could help you in his opinion.

Max Phillips: Again, he offers to turn you. What would you be anxious about when you are the apex predator?

Tovar: You twirl your blade when you are in public. That’s kind of hot to him. He doesn’t understand what you are talking about when you explain what you are going through. But then again, he trusts very few in a setting like this. “Just tell me who to cut.” He growls, pulling you against him protectively.

Marcus: This man is absolutely a gem. He is the picture of understanding and compassion when you finally explain to him why you shy away from event so badly. This man, you have to love him. If you ever decide to go out to an event with him, your comfort and security are his top priority. He keeps an extra toy in his pocket just in case and he is always checking in with you. Normally keeping his hand on your back reassuringly and smiling at you in encouragement. Just say the word and he is ready to whisk you away and cuddle you until you calm down.

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Daniil - Liberosis

Didn’t think this prompt word would become so poignant so soon. The subject matter wound up kind of surreal and taking whatever path I thought might be interesting but sometimes it’s nicer to let other people search for meaning in something.

IDK yeah I just wanted to publish this. Contains canon-typical misery.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

It rains again, always with that damn rain, and inside of each puddle in the street is the reflection of a man with cold eyes. They’re a little bit sardonic, as if the protective cloth tied over his mouth obscures a world-weary smirk. They track movement deliberately, and never dart or flash.

When did this happen? When did his features freeze in place like this? It’s interesting. The last time Dankovsky saw his own reflection, he was burned out like a candle stub.

This is better. You’d rather see a second wind from the Capital doctor on his rounds, a man who cares less and does more, even if what he does isn’t much use to anyone. It’ll give people less reason to panic.

The plague is spreading on the wings of panic. That’s why the patrolmen show no mercy to the sick, those shambling mummies, when they stray into the streets.

Dankovsky never gave such an order. The man in the puddle wears his intentions well: But I wouldn’t countermand it.

When you think about it, the only way to fight the plague is to resist your natural human desire to seek help, or even the comforting touch of another; instead you must succumb in solitude, to save others.

The nature of epidemics really is to target the most precious aspects of our being…

“What do I do? What do I do? I’m lost…”

Dankovsky first expects that wheedling voice to come from a child, but it’s too knowing, like it’s playing a game.

Sometimes they’re called mimes, but they talk too much. They’re more amused by the circumstances than the name Tragedian suggests. Subconsciously, Dankovsky has gotten into the habit of treating them as if there is not a human under that patchwork black cloth, but paper stuffing, or an animated wire frame. They’re an oddly useless counterpart to the orderlies, and they certainly don’t answer to the Bachelor.

“One of you?” he sighs, backing up a few steps. “What do you want from me this time…? Get it over with.”

The masked man dawdling under the streetlamp tips its head slowly one way, then the other. “His Excellency thinks I spoke to him?”

“I’m the only one on the street. Unless you’re raving, in which case I have no time for lunatics.”

“How cruel. In any case… I’ve lost my mask.” The Tragedian shields its eye-holes from the rain with a hand, and looked far and wide.

“It’s right on your head,” Dankovsky grouses. “Now what’s my reward for finding it, a bag of marbles? Or wait, you’ve lost those too.”

“Oh, no, not this. This is my face. You see how blank and plain it is? It wants a character, a role to play. A mask, a mask.”

Dankovsky folds his arms. “What about playing a man who doesn’t leave his house… wherever he comes from, his burrow, his den, and doesn’t get himself into trouble?”

The Tragedian offers an apologetic shrug and spread palms. “I tried it but alas, it weren’t for me. I didn’t know my lines, and came too late…”

The Bachelor mutters, “You’ll be a dog soon – playing dead.”

“I’ve lost a mask of careless cruelty… I think it would be fun to wear a while. It grins at simple victories and doesn’t shed a tear for those less fortunate. I’d like to be the one who laughs in Hell…”

“Fine, I’ll look for something like that… I suppose.” It wasn’t the first bizarre request he’d taken, and been able to fulfill despite not understanding it at first. Whatever the Tragedian was looking for, it would turn up eventually.

Now the Tragedian was clasping its hands together, pleading. It was remarkably expressive for having, as it said, such a blank face. “But if perhaps you’d let me borrow yours…”

“That’s completely unsanitary.” What kind of idiot request was that?

“I mean the one behind the cloth, the visage that regards the world so icily…”

The Tragedian pokes an impudent, spidery finger right between the Bachelor’s eyebrows, which pinch together in great chagrin.

“I don’t know what you’re getting at… but I get the impression you’re not asking for a real object.” He slaps the finger away. “If you want to wear my face, playact all you like. Just don’t impersonate me to anyone important, or use my name for any stupid ventures. Or you’ll regret it.”

Dankovsky leaves the actor to mime out his gratitude, head fervently bowing, clasped hands pumping up and down. He’d expected to get something out of this exchange, but perhaps it’s a longer-term investment. Or it’ll be quite the farce when the thespian starts wandering around the town pretending to be him. He’s not sure what he’s given away.

Signal fires mark the start of an infected district. He tightens the cloth around his mouth and nose and rushes in. There’s one house in particular he has to visit, so he very much intends to keep his head down all the way there.

His ears are assaulted by wails of the dying, carried far even by stagnant windless air.

At first he doesn’t understand why his skin is prickling. Senseless paranoia.

I gave away my mask…

It doesn’t mean anything!

But something’s changed in him for sure.

Even though it’s illogical, he’s shivering like ice has been poured down his shirt.

His eyes catch movement and he jolts away at first, because he’s learned to flee whenever a human shape stumbles across his path in districts like these. One filthy touch from any of these walking corpses could pass on the infection.

“Don’t,” he whispers. “Don’t come near me…”

“Help us…” the mummy gabbles. It’s sobbing under the linen wraps, but those cries might be of relief as well as pain. “Please, please, you’ve got to help us… I’ve been looking all over for a doctor… You’ve got pills, haven’t you? Kind sir… spare us something… even just a sleeping draught…”

Dankovsky should be fleeing, and he’s frozen instead. He should do the compassionate thing and put a bullet through this faceless cloth-wrapped head, and he cannot. He has the unsettling thought he would rather turn the gun on himself.

The supplicant takes his inaction as permission. Its hand has seized him and is crawling up his forearm, creeping as surely as a mold on a wall.

“There must be something…” the infected one pleads. “If only to… I just wanted to… oh, but it’s so… my head’s spinning… I can hardly hear myself, can you hear me? Am I speaking? Are you there?”

More dying souls are shambling out of the alleys and either they can smell healthy skin like sharks smell blood or they’re spotting him through the gauze over their eyes and immediately recognizing him. Two have emerged from behind one building… a third and fourth from a park…

The dead come to drag him down into the earth. Rain pours down his cheeks.

“Hey!”

There’s someone behind him, shouting, but he doesn’t realize it’s directed at him until—

“What do you think you’re doing, dummy? Dummy Dankovsky!”

“Hah?” He’s unstuck when that strident childish voice pierces his ears through the white noise.

In comes charging none other than the wandering saint girl, shoes pattering and splashing through the sodden pavement. She spreads her palms out like she’s pushing out a great wave of force from them, some kind of heavenly wind, and even though no immediate magic goes off with a theatrical bang and puff of smoke, the sickened townsperson withdraws.

Clara catches Dankovsky’s arm. Her grip is mighty steel.

“You didn’t think you could heal them with your touch, did you?” Her tone is either mocking or heartachingly sincere. She’s too peculiar to ever be one thing or another, so maybe it’s both. “Don’t… don’t get those funny ideas into your head, okay? You’ll make people worry about you…”

Of course he finds her words ironic, but not surprising. It’s the usual way that young people parrot the things they’ve been told by others, as a way of expressing concern.

Especially ironic now that she’s extending her free hand towards the bandaged wretch, with a strained but beatific smile, flashing white teeth. Her fingers unfurl, flexing, preparing for an incredible sleight-of-hand.

“Don’t be scared,” coaxes the Changeling. “I’ll take care of you!”

“Careful—!” the Bachelor croaks, voice stolen by panic. But he still waits with bated breath, wondering if he’s about to witness a miracle.

But as soon as Clara’s palm brushes the gauze-wrapped fingertips, the infected person’s hands turn to claws. They gasp and clutch their chest, rocking on their heels, head bobbing.

It’s almost as if they’re trying to express a profound devotion and love that cannot fit inside them. Then they exhale without a word, collapsing in a heap, like a thread over their head has been snipped.

Clara’s smile shrinks by millimeters. Water droplets slide off it, dropping from the corners of her lips.

“Why…?” Her query is a quiet chime, a small tolling bell.

“Leave it, leave it. It was a myocardial infarction,” Dankovsky mutters. “Plainly, a heart attack. It’s usual for them to die like this in the end… Perhaps they were startled by us… Overwhelmed by a moment of hope.”

“I thought I was the one who healed…” the girl says, eyes fogged with confusion. “I mixed it up… Even we can’t tell us apart anymore…?”

Damn this… The girl’s delusions are only going to worsen now. Whoever’s been letting her roam about without supervision needs to rethink their priorities. She used to irritate Dankovsky with her proud preaching, and he was afraid she’d be able to stir the town’s population into a fervor. They come out of their homes in search of her sometimes.

Still, it’s possible she’s been witnessing frightening things for days — or longer? who knows where she came from or what she’s suffered to be without a family now — and has convinced herself she must have a purpose. Whose mind doesn’t falter like that in the face of an insane world?

The Bachelor doesn’t think he’s nearly as paternal as his rough-and-tumble counterpart, the favorite of the orphan underclass, Burakh. But Burakh’s not here right now.

Dankovsky slings a strict enclosing arm around Clara’s shoulders.

“You didn’t do it, Clara…” he commands her to believe, as his heart keeps minutely panging in that new way that he’s not accustomed to. “Don’t think about it. Pull that ratty scarf over your mouth and nose and keep moving.”

She’s stumbling after him, reluctantly keeping apace. “But can’t you see I’m not her…?”

“Whoever you are, I don’t care,” Dankovsky mutters. He stares only ahead, at the distant waterlogged signal pyre marking the invisible border between poison and safety.

#my fics #pathologic #daniil dankovsky #clara saburova #tragedian (pathologic)

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luhlust · 4 years

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Hey, uh idk if I asked this already but can you do a Hatsuharu x Reader based on episode 4 season 2 of Fruits Basket? Because, in that episode Hatsuharu had his meltdown. But instead of him having a meltdown because of Rin it’s because you two and dating and had an argument? And uhm basically instead of him grabbing Tohru, he grabs you. And Kyo like punches him bc y’all are good friends~ and the ending is all fluffy and him apologizing for the argument or whatever. (Sorry if this is confusing)~~

Choose Me

Anime: Fruits Basket

Pairing: Soma Hatsuharu x Reader

Overview: Hatsuharu has been spending a lot of time with Rin making you, his girlfriend, jealous ending up with a huge rampage.

Note: I KNOW YOU SAID INSTEAD OF RIN IT SHOULD BE THE READER BUT I THINK IT'S CUTER THIS WAY. I hope you don't mind~ PLUS IM DONE WITH ALL THE REQUIREMENTS AND IM STILL STUDYING BUT THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST AND I CAN'T HELP BUT WRITE IT. I love Hatsuharu so much.

•-–-•

You really understand Hatsuharu's relationship with Rin. Maybe, a little too much. You were there for him afterall, helping him cope up with her behaviour, letting him cry on you, you supported Hatsuharu. You love him.

You grew to love him just by being together with him was enough for you so when Hatsuharu confessed he too, fell for you, you couldn't believe it, until his lips touched yours, cloud of smoke blinded your eye, laughing as you stared at his Ox form.

You knew Hatsuharu would need a lot of time to fully move on from Rin so you were okay with letting Hatsuharu settle the phase for your relationship.

Lately, Hatsuharu has been spending less time with you to take care of Rin who once again, escaped from the hospital. You didn't mind how he would abruptly go to her side, you didn't mind how he called you to cancel your plans with a short apology, you didn't mind if he kept choosing her over you.

That is before you reached your tipping point.

When Hatsuharu went back to your shared apartment, he really just wanted to sleep. Rin's words continued to ring in his ear, he is beyond exhaustion. He is not in the right state to hear your complaints.

"So, I just want to have your time! I bought us some tickets to th-" "God, can you just please shut up!"

Hatsuharu glared at you, slamming his bag across the room. Your throat suddenly became dry, hands balled into a fist. Hatsuharu immediately wanted to punch himself for bursting on you like that, he was just so annoyed but even he, himself knew it was not a good excuse.

"(y/n)..." He fumbled on his words, what can he say in a situation like this? He wanted to comfort you, his hands were shaking. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you walked passed him and entered the bedroom, leaving Hatsuharu to contemplate on his actions.

"Fuck.." He clicked his tongue.

Hatsuharu grabbed a bottle of water and drank to calm himself down. When he heard the door opened, he turned around and was ready to apologise but his eyes trailed to the duffel bag you were carrying.

"Where are you going?" He questioned softly, even if he already knew the answer. He was hoping it wasn't what he was thinking. "Away." You smiled at him, masking your emotions like you always did.

"Let's break up, Haru. No, Sohma-kun." Hatsuharu's eyes widened, speechless. You took his silence as a que to leave. Mustering up all your strength, you grabbed the doorknob, twisting it to open the door. Hatsuharu acted fast, he slammed the door close, trapping you against it.

"No. You're not going anywhere! C-Can't we fix this?" His voice cracked, he can't let you leave him. You were the only one who understood him, only one who accepted him as a whole! "Please...(y/n)..." Tears streamed down his face, the sight of him broke you more, you had to be strong. Cupping his face, you wiped his tears, trying to soothe him.

"I'm sorry Haru. You kept on choosing her and I kept on choosing you." Biting your lip, you kissed his forehead, Hatsuharu melted against your touch.

"Let me choose myself this time."

Hatsuharu felt like time slowed down as you slipped away from his grasp.

The door closed and he broked down.

He hasn't heard from you for a week.

It was difficult to be away from him, everything just screamed for you to go back and wrap your arms around him. You stayed with Kyo for the mean time, telling them that your apartment was undergoing a few construction and Hatsuharu decided to stay at the main state.

They really didn't question you a lot, you were that good at lying and hiding plus they are your friends too. You continued on with your life, trying to distract yourself. You were currently asked to bring some materials to Tohru's room. "Oh, (y/n)! That looks heavy!" She mused, standing up to help you settle the materials on the teacher's desk.

You stayed for a while, laughing at how they teased Kyo with Tohru. Sometimes you just want to smack the two at how oblivious these two are to their feelings. Seeing them, reminded you of Hatsuharu. Your heart dropped, spacing out of the window, you wondered if he's doing well.

There's something off about the day, you just felt anxious, like something bad is going to happen.

"Oh, Haru turned dark and is currently on a rampage during the homeroom!" Momiji grinned. "What? Why didn't you say earlier!?" You and the others dashed out of the room, bumping towards several people.

You could hear him breaking the windows, the other students and teacher were ourside frightened. You entered the room, everything was a mess.

Kyo immediately tried to talk some sense into him. "Shut up stupid cat. You're very existence causes trouble for us, all! Stupid cat!" His remarked annoyed Kyo immediately.

"Haru, I don't know why you're causing a rampage, but you shouldn't do that here." Hatsuharu clicked his tongue. You knew this was your fault, you knew why he was angry. Seeing him at this state, made you doubt if your decision was right. "Princess Yuki is such a worry-wart. Afraid I'll accidentally transform on my rampage?" His eyes met yours, a frown replacing his smirk.

"What? You're here? How lame." You stepped closer, hands up in surrender. "Haru, stop it. Calm down." Your voice angered him even more. "Stupid. Stupid. So damn, stupid! You're so twitchy, you'll feel a lot better if everyone would know." He reached out to you, grabbing your arm roughly.

"H-Haru...it hurts..." His grip around you tightened, pulling you closer until Kyo punched him. "I don't care what's your problem but is that how you should treat your girl?!" Kyo placed you behind him, shielding you from Hatsuharu.

"What's it to you? She's not my girl anymore." Hatsuharu's words struck you, you felt yourself losing your composure. "Oh I see. You went for the kitty cat didn't you? I shou-" You cut him off with a slap. His cheeks immediately became swollen, everyone stood shocked at the scene. "Enough, Haru..." You walked out of the room, eyes following you everywhere.

Your steps became faster as the time passed, slowly turning into a full sprint. You didn't know where you were going, you just wanted to get out of there.

The teacher managed to settle the issue down by pouring water to both of them, calming Hatsuharu in a snap. After some counselling, Hatsuharu met up with the others, apologizing for his behavior before noticing you were not there. "Where's (y/n)?" He managed to choke out, it was clear to them that he was very anxious.

"She ran out and we haven't seen her since earlier." Tohru answered, fidgeting, not knowing how he would react.

Hatsuharu excused himself, wanting to look for you. You couldn't have gotten that far, he knows you enough to know where you would go. He reached the door to the rooftop, staring at it blankly. You were crying, he was sure of it, so why can't he just open the damn door?

He was scared.

Scared of what you would say to him, scared to lose you more.

"Triple shit." He cussed, letting the door open, hands shielding his eyes from bright rays. He immediately saw you sitting down, music blasting through your phone.

Your eyes were closed but you knew he was there, a shadow loomed over you. You refused to open your eyes, you too were afraid.

Is this what happens when you fall inlove? Is this what love really is? To be afraid of one another yet still want to cling to one another even knowing the fact that they can hurt you anytime?

Hatsuharu doesn't care about anything anymore, he can't let you go, he could never let you go. You were more important to him, he was just selfish. He couldn't let go of the past but he wants a presen and a future with you.

Hatsuharu is more than willing to put his past behind and put you first, that's what he realised during those days of solitude.

He grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him, still being wary of not hugging you to close in order to prevent himself from transforming despite how startled you were. "Haru...?" You whispered, hands automatically finding its way around his body.

"Ah, I know now.." He smiled, enjoying the way your body tangled. "Home. I never realised it before. (y/n), you're my home." He buried his head against your neck, letting himself succumb to your scent.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry for not being a good boyfriend. I know, I don't deserve you but you can count on me to make me deserve you, if you let me. Will you let me back?" You stared at him, nodding softly, before leaning in for a kiss.

Hatsuharu pulled you closer, his hand behind your head, deepening the kiss. It was desperate but passionate, the two of you missed each other. You love him, even if it hurts.

But is it really love if it doesn't hurt at all?

Your back was against the concrete, Hatsuharu straddled you, pinning you down as he continued to place kissed along your neck. "H-Haru! We can't do this he-ahh." Smirking upon seeing the purple hue on your neck, you smacked his chest. "But (y/n), let me show you how much I love you." He pouted, why did he have to be cute. Your fingeres played with his two-colored hair, you're really an idiot to this idiot.

"Yeah, yeah. Save it in closed doors will 'ya?" You stiffened, seeing Kyo and Yuki in the other side with a small tint of pink dusted on their cheeks. You immediately became flustered unlike Hatsuharu who calmly complained. "You guys are a cockblocker."

Tohru peered in, confused at why they are standing si stiffly. "Kyo? Yuki? Did you find the-" "IDIOT! DON'T LOOK!"

Hatsuharu had to leave to continue talking with his parents. He got suspended for a week while you were "sick" for a week as well.

Hatsuharu made it up to you for a whole week, assuring you that you will now be his first choice. You didn't have to worry about Rin anymore becuase everytime he needed to visit her, it was with you. He would always shield you if things became a little complicated, covering your ears when she said spiteful words, making me drag you out. That was the last time he visited Rin.

Now he's very clingy to you! Devoting his time and energy to you and only you. "(y/n), why are you too close with Yuki. I don't like it." Hatsuharu held you close, glaring at Yuki who just let out a sigh.

"Love birds."

#fruits basket #kyo sohma #yuki sohma #hatsuharu sohma x reader #haru x reader #fruits basket scenarios #fruits basket x reader

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druidscraft · 3 years

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hewwo can i please get 1, 31, 36, 38, 46, and 51 for sable, saint, fáelán, novix, marie, and astraea?

oof there's so many of them!! the rest will be under the cut for ease of reading 🥰

why did they choose their class(es)? their subclass(es)?

sable: she wasn't emotional enough to be a barbarian, so she wound up settling for extremely good tracking and expertise in the area around her

st. valentine: oh well saint's was out of necessity, in that the group needed a more powerful spellcaster than a bard could be, and choosing school of enchantment was the closest thing to being a bard but with more powerful spells (although my first time playing a wizard being a bard multiclass is....interesting)

fáelán: it was what the luxon gave to her, and a being of light in a city of darkness granting someone the ability to thrive in darkness? pure twilight cleric love and exactly what she needed

novix: his was entirely a bartering tool to get him out of a bad situation, aka, being with the cult in the underdark

marie: her gifts came to her when she was younger, and then her deal with zaïre helped to make her more disciplined and powerful with her abilities, but being a

astraea: her circle saved her life, and she wouldn't turn away from their offerings, even after she left their presence

they’re given a blank piece of paper–what do they do with it?

sable: crumple it up, uncrumple it, and crumple it again until it becomes super soft

st. valentine: write song lyrics onto it with doodles of hearts on it

fáelán: lots of doodles, hearts and "mrs. mcintyre" written onto it

novix: folding it into different shapes, making one of those fortune teller box things

marie: more doodles, lots of spider webs, maybe new ideas for tattoos

astraea: a combination of folding it to make a paper star, and then unfolding it and folding it all again the exact opposite way, until the paper has threadbare joints

what’s a secret they’ve kept?

sable: mila smells very nice

st. valentine: ze doesn't really have a lot of secrets? the biggest one just came out, that ze is zhentarim, so there's that

fáelán: it never came out in the campaign, so i guess that counts as a secret, but fáelán is a lil trans girl

novix: he's not actually all that angry at his parents; it's just easier to say that he was angry at them than it is to say he's just a scared little boy so he ran away

marie: she's someone who has spent her entire life chasing immortality, but if anything were to happen to james and she couldn't bring him back, she would take her own life (although idk if this is really a secret)

astraea: her entire childhood and the abuse she endured 😔

what do they smell like?

sable: mint and thyme...a march snowfall under a full moon....spiced cider clinging to the back of your throat

st. valentine: cherry candy...hearing your favorite song for the first time...maraschino syrup fingerprints on a chin

fáelán: strawberries...a spring night with your lover....something sweet and ephemeral that you can't remember

novix: bergamot and cigarettes...a dark forest beneath a new moon hidden by rain clouds....the morning dew droplet where the world looks upside down....

marie: cocoa butter and incense...a charged moment where you're alone with your crush and don't know who is going to make the first move....your favorite satin negligee

astraea: vanilla and incense...spa body wax melting in a ceramic dish...starlight on the lake's unbroken surface

what do they deprive themself of?

sable: common joys of townsfolk, because she feels like she should preserve the ways of her people, even if that means doing things in more difficult ways

st. valentine: cern

fáelán: acting her age, if that makes any sense? like she takes on a lot of responsibilities for someone so young

novix: again, acting his age, but that's moreso because he's trying to seem cool to the elf he's traveling with

marie: once again!!! being able to act her age!! she runs a business and got her degree a year early just so she could get back to her home life, and like, nola makes you grow up early but still. she could use some relaxation

astraea: i think she could use some self confidence, to be quite honest, which may seem rich considering how astraea is, but it's driven from self loathing, not self confidence nor compassion

what is the most beautiful thing in the world, for them?

sable: the cubs playing on the ice floes and learning to swim for the first time

st. valentine: the rainbows caused by a spotlight cast upon hir when on stage

fáelán: the luxon beacon in the bastion, lit up during moments of prayer

novix: a thunderstorm in the forest, or kellen with a flower crown

marie: james' bedhead in the morning, because it means he got to spend the night long enough to have bedhead

astraea: it honestly depends on the mood, but most days it's a moment of solitude somewhere where she doesn't have to be "on" - usually at home, but sometimes an empty office

#inbox #kesselins #dnd: sable #dnd: st. valentine #dnd: fáelán #dnd: novix #dnd: marie #dnd: astraea #thank you!!!!#these were so much fun

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bucky-iss-bae · 4 years

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Reminiscences - Peter Hale x OFC (Part 2)

Hello againnnn - so I’m finally back, finally going to be active.

My life has been a mess, I’ve not been motivated, and mentally I’ve gone through a lot the last 10 months, got thorugh University, Graduated, got a job, was a shit job, got another grad job during quarentine, and it’s been good and bad...

Sorry for never posting and being bad at this, but I want to bounce back, so now its timmmeee. Also this Fic is actually completed.

Want to post more, and just give you guys good content xoxo

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Peter Hale x OFC (Calla)

Word Count: 2900 (Sorryyy, idk why it’s so long)

Warnings: None - Slow Start I guess

Summary: Calla has grown up as Derek’s best friend, she’s known the Hales her whole life,she’s known their secrets and everything in Beacon Hills. Things in Beacon Hills are quiet, the pack are a family, and Calla realises that Peter knows more of her secrets than she realises.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy, any feedback is welcome x

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Peter Hale x OFC - Reminiscenes Part 1

Part 2

The days following that evening I completely ignored Peter. I saw him whenever he was lurking around Derek’s, I even went to the efforts of walking the complete opposite direction as him when I went grocery shopping. But if he remembers, everything every single thing I told him. Then I may as well die now. Especially since he’ll use that against me. This is Peter we’re on about.

“So you’ve apparently been ignoring Peter?” Derek asked once he settled onto my couch on Thursday.

I rolled my eyes, “And. There’s nothing wrong with that, he’s a psycho”

Derek huffed out a laugh, “There is when it makes him mopey. He comes around to mine in hope that you’re there you know”

“Well, maybe he should stop trying to be such a stalker” I told his nephew. It was weird that there was such a large but short age difference between Peter and us. He wasn’t ever seen as the adult when we were younger, he had a boyish smirk, he had charm, and wit, and was so different compared to how he is now. He completely changed because of the fire, and the 5 years of solitude almost. He grew up, yet I didn’t see this change despite being the only person visiting him. I didn’t know he was the alpha yet I made a fool out of myself by being there for him, and he couldn’t even trust me.

“You sure it’s that?” Derek asked.

“Derek. If you’re here to talk about Peter then you can just leave. Actually no you can’t you don’t have an option, stop talking about Peter, tonight is about us. If you want I’ll send him a text saying hi later and then ignore him”

Derek shook his head a small smirk on his face. I felt a bit bad that I was taking Derek away from his boyfriend. But I needed my best friend sometimes as well.

“Good, now how are things with Stiles going?”

Derek huffed out a laugh, “They’re going well. Really well actually, never really thought that I would end up with him, but it’s the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. And I sound like a soppy teenager. So let’s talk about your love life”

I snorted, “Right, what love life? Actually, I went on a date last week, it was a complete failure. I’m just glad that the girls who set me up with him don’t work in the same department as him”

Derek started to laugh, “How comes I didn’t know about this?”

“Because I didn’t tell anyone. I didn’t even... it wasn’t even a big deal for me. I wasn’t excited, I just wanted to get it over and done with, and the worst thing is when I was getting into my car at the end of the night he tried to kiss me. And Derek I still cringe, what happened was I turned my head so fast he kissed my hair. Completely missed the cheek”

This caused Derek to laugh, loudly, at me. “Wow Calla. Who would’ve thought huh?” He asked.

I rolled my eyes at him, “Shut up. It was a mess, so I rather not talk about that. Instead, I’m going to set up a tinder profile.”

Derek still had this amused smirk on his face, it was nice seeing him like this. For the first time in years, he was happy. His life was on track, sure there were constant threats to the town, but that happens, that’s part of the job description of being a werewolf, and with Derek being a complete shifter, it makes a difference.

But being with Stiles makes a difference, you can literally see the way that he looks at him, and I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time. He’s almost that young cocky guy he once was, but a more matured version who has a history to him. Who has so much more to himself than ever before, and I’m proud of him. Proud of everything he’s gone through and defeated. I know his mom, and sister would also be proud of him, whether he’s an alpha or not, he’s still so powerful, and has such a good heart.

“Let’s get started then” He grinned at me.

I rolled my eyes and rather than Pizza we ordered Chinese food, and rather than watching a film we created a tinder profile for me. It was terrible, Derek called in the big guns and Stiles was on Face time with us, which made it even worse for me. But I didn’t mind, I love stiles, and boy let me tell you he added spice to my basic profile. And obviously gave my pictures a yes or no.

“I’ve helped you guys this far, let me help with the swiping” Stiles said through the phone.

I scoffed at him, “Derek say bye to your man he’s helped enough”

Derek shook his head with a small smile on his face, “You heard the boss” He said to him.

“All that help, you better show me your matches or who you’ve spoken to over the next few days Calla. I’ll know if you don’t”

I laughed at him and Derek soon hung up, “Come on, let’s see who’s around then”

Both Derek and I started swipping through these guys, commenting to each other, and swiping left or right. Mainly left. Let’s be honest. Most of these guys either looked like guys who were balding too early in life, or others who were after a quick fuck. Despite everything I did manage to swipe right a few times.

“Please let’s stop now. Like, if you think I’m going actually going to find anyone through tinder its... not likely. It’s just a bit of fun, could lead to a quick lay”

“The same way Stiles and I getting together wasn’t likely”

I grinned at him “I should’ve called it. When you constantly wanted to get mad at him, way back when, and you just couldn’t. But that itself feels like years ago”

“Yeah, the same way my uncle spared your life?” Derek said back.

I glared at him and hit his arm, “I hate you, and I’m pretty sure your uncle is a sociopath”

“Yeah. Same but, let’s be real here. He has a soft spot for you Calla”

“Derek, I will stab you if you don’t shut up.”

“I would love to see you try”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “I will call Argent right now and get him to help me out”

He laughed, “Alright, I’ll shut up now. I’m sorry”

I nodded, “You better be sorry... Also why do you keep bringing up your uncle of all people to me?” I asked curiously.

Derek knows nothing of what I done whilst he was away, he knows nothing of the feelings I once harboured for Peter, maybe I still do which is why I’m so defensive, but no one needs to know this. But still, there’s got to be a reason behind Derek’s madness right now. Maybe Peter wormed his way into his head? It’s a possibility.

“You just said you wanted me to shut up”

I shrugged, “Just curious. Then you can shut up, and we can watch something”

He shook his head, “The way he acts around you I guess. He’s a prick towards everyone, including you don’t get me wrong, but he’s a different type of prick round you. And he cares about you, he gets protective, worries, cares”

I would be lying if I said that didn’t affect me, but it does. Although it means nothing.

“Derek, are you forgetting that I was basically raised around him. Wherever you were, he was, or the other way around. Like he’s been a constant figure in my life for a very long time. Sure he wasn’t mobile for a few of those years. But he was still in Beacon Hills. So maybe that’s why, maybe he has something that slightly resembles feelings from when he’s younger and he sees me as the kid that he used to teach basketball to, and just putting this out there I am amazing at basketball, which has got to be the meaning behind this madness, and this is because of him, and maybe a little you, but still”

“Really? We live in this town, and that’s what you call madness?” He asked.

“Yes Derek. That is madness, you’re forgetting I’m just a human girl who only just knows how to defend herself and I rather have that as my type of madness instead of anything else”

“How have you actually been?” He asked me giving me a serious look, “Like... you’ve literally been thrown into this world again, months after your parents passed away, and sure that was a couple of years ago, but you rarely see your younger brother because he’s working abroad, and the only other family you have is us. But most weekends we’re off fighting something supernatural, and you’re just at the loft, waiting.”

I shrugged, “I’m fine Derek. I’m happy... sure I miss my parents a lot and that set me back a lot. That made me want to constantly curl up into a ball and just cry. But having you back, having this normal-ish again. These last few months, I’ve gotten better. Ive also got my girls” I said with a smile, but he looked at me, waiting for me to elaborate causing me to sigh and twist my body completely towards him,

“Derek, I’m working an amazing Job, sure it doesn’t pay the best but I don’t need the money. I have money, instead I’m doing something I enjoy, and they’re easy shifts. I’ve always wanted to be an elementary teacher, but without the stress so a teaching assistant is the best thing. And I have Fridays off, and I do talk to my brother. Just not as often as I want because he’s doing so well for himself in London. And I have you Derek, I have my life long best friend. After everything we’ve been through we’re both here and we’re both happy. Sure my life could be further along than it currently is, but I’m finally in a good place”

He nodded at me, “Good” He whispered, “I’m happy to hear that”

“I hate you” I said shaking my head, but in reality he knows that I love him and he is my absolute best friend no matter how much I want to kill him.

Apparently Lydia and Malia found it amusing that I now have an online dating profile. Everyone did, all aside from one person. That person I’m still avoiding but he still finds a way to worm his way into my life, especially since I’m currently sat with the girls, who are judging each and every guy whose photo I scroll through, and his face pops up.

Malia was laughing, seeing her father’s face on my phone, and Lydia finding it as amusing made me realise I need more friends other than Derek my age. Especially since Lydia decided on swiping right.

“Well, well, it’s a match” Lydia laughed, “But it makes me think, whats the maximum age you’re hitting here”

I rolled my eyes with a small scoff, trying to keep my heartbeat in place, “Well, if I wanted to talk to him. I would, yet I’m not, and you just swiped for me, that’s not fair, and guy my age are… I don’t know” I said to them.

“Well he clearly wants to talk to you” Lydia murmured.

I scoffed, “He wants to get under my skin. It’s what he does. Anyway don’t you girls have I don’t know other stuff to do?” I asked trying to change the subject.

“Nope, completely free tonight.” Lydia grinned.

I internally groaned but only seconds later was I literally saved by the bell, my phone started to ring, and Derek’s name popped up.

“Hello” I answered.

“Where are you?” He asked.

“I’m at Lydia’s place. With Lydia and Malia. Why?”

“No reason. Just, a few threats about, tell me when you’re going to leave to get home, and message me when you get there alright”

I rolled my eyes but had a small smile on my face, “Yes of course Derek. Do you know who or what it is?”

“Not sure yet. Probably isn’t something too dangerous. But whatever it is, they’re drawing other hunters to town. And now we have twice as much to look out for.”

“Stay safe then Derek. Does Chris know the hunters?”

“He’s looking into it”

I nodded, “Alright then. Just make sure you’re all safe and everything ok”

“Yeah always. Remember to message me when you get home” He then hung up and I looked at Lydia,

“What’s happened?” She asked me,

“Something else is out there, along with some hunters. And now I’m worried that these hunters will obviously know about our boys, and one thing will lead to another and someone might get hurt”

She had a worried expression on her face before looking at Malia who was on the phone to Scott, “We’ll figure it out. We always do”

I nodded, although I didn’t get involved as much considering I’m human with no special ability at all, and no badge, and well I’m not the smartest of the bunch. I just make sure everyone’s safe and worry about them all whilst making sure they eat and do their homework. That’s obviously the teacher side of me coming out there, no matter what ages I teach even if I am only a teaching assistant who works 4 days a week.

“So Scott just said that Stiles and Chris are trying to find out who the hunters actually are, and that he Derek and Peter are going to find whatever’s out there. He told me to stay here...”

“You’re not are you?” Lydia asked.

Malia smirked and shook her head, “Nope. And I’m pretty sure you two won’t either, so who’s going to drop me off at Scott’s house?”

Both Lydia and I looked at each other before sighing and getting up, we got our stuff together, she called out to her mom telling her that we were going to Scott’s before we all left.

“What are you all doing here?” Scott asked once we walked in.

“You think we’re really going to let all the boys have the fun?” Malia asked her boyfriend, “And come on, I know those woods better than anything” She shrugged.

No one could deny that, both her and Chris were the best hunters here. As in being able to physically find something with the given clues.

“And I’m here to assist Stiles and Chris apparently” Lydia shrugged, everyone easily let that pass before all eyes were on me.

“I thought I told you to go home. It’s dangerous”

I shrugged, “I know. I really didn’t have any other choice” I said nodding my head towards Malia.

“Well you should just go home then. You’ll just be in the way otherwise” Peter snapped at me.

I rose my eyebrows at him, silently cursing Lydia for swiping right on his stupid face.

“I might just stay, make sure you don’t snake anyone out” I spat back to him.

“What and you think you’ll be able to stop me?”

“Peter won’t do anything, we’re not even sure what the problem is at the moment. So just go home Calla” Derek told me.

I felt a bit taken back at how blunt and rude he was at that, and considering no one decided on saying anything, I just grabbed my bag and left without a word. Because hey there’s nothing new there, being treated like I’m nothing despite seeing everyone as family. I would’ve expected a bit more considering they’ve got literal kids in there helping yet I can’t. Even if it is to make sure they’re all safe and not making stupid plans. I was there when Talia was alpha, I know how things work. Instead I just get embarrassed surrounded by my friends, and left to feel worthless because I’m of no help.

As soon as I got in my car, I knew that all I needed right now was a glass of wine, and some trash TV.

Which is exactly what I done when I got home, wine, some trash TV, and the comfort of my own apartment. And as petty as I may sound, I just hate feeling this way, and knowing that it’s something that constantly happens, I don’t see why I get involved in the first place. It’s the same old thing, I try and be there for everyone, they shut me out whenever shit goes down and I just keep running back. But no this isn’t going to keep happening because this week I will make the time and effort to go out with my girlfriends. I’ll dress up and have fun without worrying about anything else. Derek won’t be there to stop me, Peter won’t be there with his snarky remarks, and I won’t be surrounded by teenagers.

Which is exactly why I messaged my friends that I’m always talking to yet never have the time to see because I’m constantly with everyone else. We spoke for a little while before I asked when everyone was free for drinks, and guess what this girl is doing on Thursday after work. A night out, with my girls, and I can’t wait.

Because I really felt in the mood to treat myself, I also planned on going shopping with one of the girls tomorrow after work. So no harm done there, I’ll buy myself a new outfit, some new makeup all ready for Thursday.

Peter Hale x OFC - Reminiscences Part 3

#Peter Hale #Peter Hale Imagine #Peter Hale Fan Fic #Peter Hale Fan Fiction #Teen Wolf #Peter Hale x OFC #OFC #Original Female Character #Teen Wolf Fic #Teen Wolf Fan Fiction #Reminiscences

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snowflake-of-destruction · 3 years

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Naminè and Dorian Pavus!!

Naminè

Why I like them:

1)The mysteries about her. Why does she have a different voice than Xion or Kairi? Why does she look different from Kairi? Where does she get her powers? Does it mean something that her star charm in Re: CoM now, in retrospect, looks like it is the keychain off the Starlight keyblade? Why does she talk about being alone for so long in Chain of Memories and invoke the feeling of long standing loneliness and solitude (for real, take a shot every time she says she waited/was alone “so long”), and have a fine tuned grasp of not only self but of powers that the Org probably couldn’t have taught her (though maybe Zexion could have helped a bit since he commands illusions), and,aside from power knowledge, personal knowledge on how exactly how to deconstruct Sora’s past when she had, supposedly, only been created at the same time as Roxas who was still figuring things out in general and barely had any Sora dreams at that time? Even Xion took longer to tap into Sora. Can we trust what we are told about her origins that answers some of these questions or has Kairi also been sheltering more people in her heart? 2) That she’s the embodiment of don’t confuse kindness or softness with weakness 3) That she retains a kind, trusting nature and wants to help despite what her life has been like

Why I don’t: Both not enough and too much done with her at the same time, if that makes sense. She shows up a lot of places, has a deus ex machina feel in some of them, and yet she doesn’t truly add anything in a lot of them or what she does do (like the Coded messages) then needs to be redone/re-explained from other sources, and I say that as someone who loves the character.

Favorite scene: I can’t think of a specific right now, though, a lot of her wistful drawing lives she thinks she can’t have scenes stick with me. Nerdy answer, but some of her explanations of how memories and her powers related to them work and what exactly she is doing to Sora. Lore and characterization implications

Favorite game: Chain of Memories

Favorite line: When she’s telling Sora that one day his light will be what brings everyone together and makes things right.

Favorite outfit: A few of the fandom blue dresses, but alas, there is only one canon outfit.

OTP: The one part throws me off with a lot of characters because sometimes it just depends on the day. Is this a Namishi day or a Ventus/Naminè day?

Brotp: Naminè and Sora

Head Canon: Naminè would be able to fight the same way Relm does in FFVI. There’s a reason that Arrowny is my go-to last name for her 9/10 when I need one. To explain: Relm is an artist and magic user and her signature technique is to do a quick sketch of the monsters which then comes to life and attacks them (Doodle Bob before Spongebob existed). This would be obviously difficult to implement in a game unless it was turn based (though they could make it a special triangle action command ability), but this isn’t strictly for a future game, just something I think could/should be possible in universe and I might implement in a fic sometime. Honestly, every time someone says they want Nam to fight, but not be a keyblade wielder and start debating what she would do, I want to say this, even if I think the fact that she could be/already is a spellcaster is pretty much a given too.

Unpopular opinion: I don’t think evil!Naminè or, at the very least pushed-too-far-and-having-an-outburst Naminè is that much of a leap. IDK, the few people I have talked to about Naminè snapping and going off the rails, even if they were all for it, seemed to treat it as an alien concept, but nobody is arguing she doesn’t have power enough to be immediately dangerous and screw things up to the point where people are not easily fixed. We know, at least in the beginning that she can go morally questionable to be self-serving even if she regrets it/wants to reverse it/has lines she won’t cross later (at least in canon). We know she has potential to have an angry moment and lash out (see: her telling Repliku to stop and immediately taking him out with magic). Even though we see her subservient and pliant with the Org and then DiZ most of the time, that doesn’t mean that’s all there is, and if we want to talk Nobodies and Somebodies… Well, let’s compare Roxas who demonstrates Sora’s repressed anger more easily but still has all his other traits, such as positivity and caring for friends to the point of...well, there’s no limit to it, nothing he wouldn’t do. Naminè is Kairi’s hidden insecurities and fear sometimes but she would also have Kairi’s desire to just fuck things up/fight/not get left behind just fighting to get out. Just my take. Cute and terrifying could be a thing. Almost anyone who has gotten me to talk about Naminè at length has seen the topic wander to Naminè murder spree or something like it. Aren’t you tired of being nice? Don’t you just want to go ape shit?

A wish: Well, now it’s the previous answer, but, on a more serious note, I want to see Naminè getting to travel to see all the beauty in the worlds firsthand, to know people like her and she is not just a shadow, to help Ventus regain his memories of KHUX, and to make her own decisions.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: Making her into a sacrifice, her personhood only affirmed so she can make the decision to give life up for the greater good (again)

5 words to best describe them: dreamer, longing, witch, artist, enigma,

My nickname for them: Nams or Nami, mostly so I don’t need to worry about the accented e.

I absolutely love Dorian Pavus, but I got long here, so you’ll see Dorian in a separate post and probably tomorrow.

#namine #cureaesthetic

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🗞 STUDY : THOMAS BROOKS

🗞 BASICS.

IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE? tom is 5′10 pretty tall i guess.

ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT? isn’t something he really thinks about lmao. its kinda irrelevant to him.

WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE? uhhhh soft ? sakjdksadj idk how to answer this one really. he doesn’t do anything to it but wash it & comb it how he likes it.

DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING? like i said above, its wash, dry, comb. he doesn’t really a need or want to spend hours on his apperance

DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK? thomas when dressing casual cannot put an outfit together to save his fucking life. nothing matches, or its just something ??? that no one would wear ??? hes pretty unique with his style in the sense it is just a mess daskdl;sakd. all in all he doesn’t care for anyones opinion there. hes not living to be a fashion icon well put together, hes just grabbing something clean and heading out. when he dresses for an occasion though , he doesn’t look too bad. its kinda hard to mess up a suit.

🗞 PREFERENCES.

INDOORS OR OUTDOORS? indoors

RAIN OR SUNSHINE? rain.

FOREST OR BEACH? forest.

PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS? precious metals.

FLOWERS OR PERFUMES? flowers.

PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE? personality.

BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD? being alone.

ORDER OR ANARCHY? order.

PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES? white lies.

SCIENCE OR MAGIC? magic.

PEACE OR CONFLICT? peace.

NIGHT OR DAY? day.

DUSK OR DAWN? dusk.

WARMTH OR COLD? warm.

MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS? many acquaintances.

READING OR PLAYING A GAME? reading.

🗞 QUESTIONNAIRE.

WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS? running head first into situations that he knows he can’t handle , but thinks if he lies to himself he will be fine : ) thomas has a massive hero complex , brought on by his asylum trauma. he has absolutely no concept of self preservation. he bites his pen lids, & sometimes his nails. oh & the biggest one is the smoking, he hardly ever is seen without one at least a few inches from his person. ( lit or not )

HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM? thomas lost both his parents. his mother died in childbirth, his father abandoned him. he doesn’t remember them as he was only an infant so the loss doesn’t directly effect him, but he does often think about what his mother was like. his aunt filled in some blanks, but thomas likes to paint his own design in his mind of his mother. a more prominent loss would be brandon cox, his first love. however due to his brain washing in the asylum his hand threw him in, he doesn’t really remember him. hes a washed out memory thomas can’t place together. however on the surface that loss did effect him, as it set in the beginning of his real fear of being gay. all he knows it there was a boy? and tom was sick & thats all his brain will ever recall.

WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS? not many. a lot of his childhood was spent being punished by his aunt for not being a normal boy. there are a few memories thomas has that aren’t unhappy, but they aren’t exactly fond. his fondest memories are the early days when he was allowed to write in peace without fear of judgment. in his adult life thomas isn’t thinking about the meaning behind his day to day, just getting through & finding the next story.

in verses where his parents are still around, thomas grows up differently & is able to form some quite fond memories, like coming out to his dad, reading with his mother etc. but by default thomas doesn’t have many fond memories to share.

IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL? alright so lets break this down. the short answer is no- thomas has hero complex & is very much wants to save people. hes not a peace keeper or pacifist, but he doesn’t go around thinking about murdering anyone. if it came down to it? if he was angry enough, & or had a reason , then he could probably do it okay. there would be a lot of guilt after though. in his main verse when thomas is under the influence of the hotel as the grey ghost, killing is very easy. but that is more a projection of the hotels rather than thomas himself.

WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN? there is a lot of crying & a need for solitude. thomas doesn’t like being vulnerable around people he doesn’t know, but he won’t hide his pain either if he really can’t deal with it. his break down in medical school had him clutching his head on his knees in pain as his memories of his asylum years came back. if thomas is in a real bad place, a break down can include thoughts or attempts at self harm.

IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE? yes. that is the short answer. the long answer is, thomas needs to form a bond with you extensively before that happens. he is very wary of who he bares his entire soul too due to his past. it haunts him every day & he prefers to keep his secrets close. of course in verses where he is able to release his autobiography he is much more open about his secrets & past, & much more trusting.

WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE? considering hes only ever had one person that is tough to answer from a history standpoint, but from a non backstory component, thomas is very much a hopeless romantic. he spends quite an extensive time writing about romance, all these beautiful feelings, but they often confuse him as soft feelings like that confuse him in general. as a grey romantic he needs a deep connection in order to come to the understanding of the feeling of love. he is scared to love, which coupled with how his heart is wired, is recipe for your muse needing a lot of patience. yes thomas can speak some of the most beautiful poetry you have ever heard but matching these emotions to a boy is much more complex.

when he does fall in love though, its pretty magical. he is sweet sensitive, caring. a good listener. he wants his partner happy & feeling appreciated. being able to appreciate someone, in turn makes him feel a little more appreciated himself. get thomas to love you boys, you won’t regret it.

TAGGED BY : @saetomi TAGGING : @noblecide @humilictedman @ironpen @galaxywove / vi ! @murderousbitch @starkbirthed @thefifthtm & you ! steal it.

#⊹ ˚ . i hope you make it to the day you’re twenty eight years old ⤷ about #self harm tw #death in childbirth tw

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et-lesailes · 5 years

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comebacks

pairing: frank adler (chris evans in gifted, 2017) x reader

themes: grumpy boi frank idk just a lil drabble

word count: approx 1300

summary: you work as a bartender at ferg’s, the bar frank goes to without fail every friday night to simply drink in peace and solitude. this time, however, you notice he seems to be a bit more tense than usual, and so you offer a listening ear as you sit and drink with him.

taglist: @world-of-losers, @viarogers, @evanstush, @chibi-crazy

note: requested by @thefvcker-tucker // like 49 months ago and here it finally is lmfao

** feel free to send an ask if you would like to be added to my taglist of any chris evans related fics!

Every single Friday night, he was at the same spot at the bar without fail. The handsome, bearded man with the beautiful blue eyes, his only company being the beers he ordered. You could not, for the life of you, wrap your mind around the fact that he could actually be single-- not that you could assume, but if he was in a relationship, you doubted he’d be drinking alone every weekend. He normally had women staring at him, and while he sometimes engaged in casual flirting, you noticed he never really let it get too far. He was not much of a smiler, yet you could tell it wasn’t that he lacked emotion-- in fact, he always seemed so damn thoughtful, and you got the vibe that he had much more depth than he let off.

You looked away, forcing yourself to bring your attention back to wiping the counter. This was the problem with being both a psychology student and a bartender-- you had the habit of psychoanalyzing practically everyone who walked into the bar, and considering all they did was get drunk in front of you, they just made it so damn easy.

You noticed that he seemed a little more… troubled tonight. His body seemed more tense, his eyebrows more furrowed; still, you decided not to think too much of it until you looked at the clock and realized it was midnight-- he never stayed this late, and now you were even more concerned considering he just ordered a shot from your fellow bartender. Coming over to her, you nudged her lightly. “Hey, I’ve got it-- you’re already working overtime, aren’t you? You can go home, it’s alright.” She blinked and made a face, glancing over at him with a coy smile. “What if I want to stay past my shift tonight? I mean, look at him, he’s gorgeous. Maybe I should make my move…” You looked at her for a few moments before rolling your eyes, chuckling softly. “Get out of here. You know how they feel about paying us for overtime.” She sighed dramatically but nodded, shooting one last flirtatious smile at the lone man before going to the back to clock out.

You made your way over to him, grabbing the necessary liquids to make the shot he requested. “Didn’t know you were a liquor kind of guy,” you commented nonchalantly as you began your work, eyeing him with a little smile. “I’ve only ever seen you drink beer.” His azure orbs flickered over you rather unfazed, though one eyebrow raised ever-so-slightly as he replied, “Well, my lawyer told me to go get drunk, so here I am.” It sounded blunt, but at the same time, it was not dismissive; being a bartender, you were pretty good at figuring out whether customers wanted to talk or not, and you were getting the sense that he might actually be open to conversation. You had never really attempted in the past; honestly, he had been a little intimidating. He was so handsome, so indifferent, yet so wanted-- you were not even a shy person, but you felt as though even being in his mere presence would be a bother.

“Your lawyer suggested that? That… doesn’t sound promising.” You replied, both amused and concerned as you set the shot glass in front of him. “But, if you so dutifully want to carry out his wishes, I’ve got something much stronger to help you out.” You were curious as to why he even needed a lawyer, but you figured it was not your place to ask him. Still, even the few words exchanged between the both of you made you even more intrigued by this mysterious man, and you hoped that you would possibly find out more about him as the night went on-- while, of course, making sure he didn’t get too trashed.

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“She just-- she doesn’t fuckin’ understand how to raise a child.” Frank’s words about his mother were harsh as he took another swig of his drink; if you were counting correctly, it was his fourth one.

Chances were though, you were not counting correctly, considering you were sitting right beside him drinking along with him.

It was now almost two in the morning; your boss had let you clock out an hour ago, but instead of going home, you had decided to accompany Frank considering the two of you had been deep in conversation ever since you had made him his drink. You had learned about his custody battle over his niece with his own mother, and your heart broke seeing how tense and on edge he was-- he clearly loved this six-year-old girl, and for someone so seemingly aloof and rough around the edges, you could tell he still made a wonderful father figure to her. You were not the type of person to feel so soft so easily, and he clearly was not either; but that only made you feel for his story even more.

“Shit.” He suddenly said, letting out a hoarse sigh as he leaned back in his chair, staring at the counter for a few moments before looking to you. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be talking your ear off about all of this stuff. You don’t even know me, you don’t need to be hearing all of this. You probably get a lot of shit like this from other customers,” he chuckled dryly, a slightly bitter expression in his baby blues. You barely frowned, turning in your seat to face him more properly. “Hey. I don’t mind. If anything, I don’t like that you’ve been keeping all of this inside.” You playfully nudged his arm, adding, “And I’d like to say I know you, considering I see you on a weekly basis.” This brought a slight smile to his lips as he glanced to you, looking at you for a few moments with a playful scoff. “Still, are you sure you want to be sitting with an old man like me? What are you, just turned twenty-one or something?” You blinked and laughed, mocking offense as you playfully shook your head indignantly. “Excuse you, for your information, I just turned twenty-three. And what can I say? I like to help the senior community as much as I can.” You teased with a small smirk; now it was his turn to look at you with lighthearted offense, almost in disbelief that you had had the nerve to say that to him. “What’s wrong, grandpa?” you continued with a challenging tone to your voice, a little giggle escaping your lips as you took a swig of your drink. “Can’t think of comebacks as fast as ya used to, huh?”

Before you knew it, his lips were suddenly on yours in a rough but very much welcomed kiss; if this was how he wanted to shut you up, you had absolutely no complaints. Barely smiling into the kiss, you set your glass down and brought your arms around his neck, opening your mouth for him as the kiss deepened and letting him slide his tongue inside, not caring about any of the other drunk patrons who could be watching. For an “old man”, he was an impressive kisser, and when you finally pulled back for air from your steamy make out session, you could only look at him breathlessly as a little smirk graced his lips. “I’d say that worked pretty effectively as a comeback, seeing it got you to shut the hell up.” He spoke playfully blunt, though his eyes were still fixated on you, clearly already wanting his lips back on yours again. “Touche,” you murmured, smiling up at him and barely biting on your lip before bringing your drink to your mouth again, taking another sip. “Maybe you can show me more of your comebacks…?” you slowly asked, gazing at him with the best innocent expression you could muster, though he could clearly see right through it.

Taking out his wallet and slamming some cash on the counter, he took your hand to stand you up. “Wait, I didn’t finish my--” you started to protest, but he simply smirked, leading you out of the bar anyways as he replied, “Then looks like I’ll just have to buy you another one tomorrow.”

#frank adler x reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #frank adler x you #chris evans x you #gifted #frank adler

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