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illyabata · 7 months

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scars are A Thing™ with wriothesley and nobody can convince me otherwise, idc if there is zero mention of his scars or their meaning when he comes out idc it’s my permanent headcanon that scars and their stories are simply entangled with his character idc

so now i give you: wriothesley who is fascinated by your scars

tw: discussion of scars lol, but in no way do i indicate their origin unless it’s stretch marks. however if talk of scars at all is triggering to you, dont read!! it’s sweet fluffy stuff, but that doesn’t matter if it will trigger you. please take care :)

sfw, big brainrot under cut

theyre so much smaller than his, more delicate, just like you. doesnt matter if compared to other people you are big or tall, he’s such a big guy that he makes you feel small no matter your size or height. and no matter what your scars look like to you, to him they are beautiful. to him they are delicate.

he’s enamored by all of your scars no matter their origin—stretch marks, however, seem to intrigue him the most of all. he’s absolutely transfixed by them, and you can never understand why. he’s simply mesmerized by the way the blemished skin stretches as he thumbs and presses it, watching the discoloration flatten itself only to bloat back when he leaves it alone. for some reason he just seems so puzzled by the concept of natural scarring of the body; nothing had happened to harm you for these to appear—they’re simply the product of change, your skin either going through rapid periods of expanding or shrinking. he thinks they’re pretty.

he’d spend so long just running his rough fingers over your skin, absorbed in the feeling of the puckered tissue under his own blemished hands. whether the scars are stretch marks or from something else, he loves them, he loves you.

this might sound weird but i just like to imagine you both spend time gently tracing each others’ scars as comfort, like it sounds weird in words but it makes sense i promise. there is something intimate and fascinating about scars, no matter what they’re from; it’s truly like the language of your body’s history, a record of what has occurred. you can resent them or be proud of them, it really depends on the person and situation—but regardless, scars are always a record, and that is a constant no matter the person.

and if you’re not comfortable with that level of touch or that much attention on your scars, that is absolutely okay. he’s not going to make you uncomfortable, he’ll always ask if it’s okay before he looks at or touches them—or touches you at all, really. he never wants to hurt you. and if you say you’d rather he not touch your scars, he’ll understand and just show you he loves you—all of you—in some other way.

like idk about anyone else or if its just me and im fucking insane but sometimes i get lost looking at my own scars; sometimes the human body at work is just kind of fascinating to watch, and even more so in retrospect. it’s like holy fuck you’re looking at its handiwork, you can plainly see how the skin has been so masterfully rebuilt into this little woven bandaid of cells, carefully crafted to not only rebuild but protect. your body has looked after itself, and it will continue to do so. and thats just kind of a fascinating thing to me idk😭

some extra thoughts about scars, not really to do with wrio; red brackets will indicate the end of it if you want to skip: [[ it usually replaces any feeling of disgust i have because instead of focusing on the bad feeling of remembering where they came from or being sad at the way they look im able to think about how cool it is the way my body recovered and made my skin even stronger; it didnt just wipe it all away and give me a clean slate so i could forget, it pieced the cells together again bit by bit until it had not only replaced the wound but enforced it—so instead of forgetting the bad feelings, they were replaced by wonder. sort of like a sign that says “proof that where once there was pain, now there is strength”. it’s kind of like how they say you don’t just try to quit bad habits, you must replace the bad habit with a good one. you can replace the bad feelings associated with your scars with new feelings, whether they are good feelings or neutral feelings or meh feelings. ]]

before you, he understood scars to be an ugly thing—a source of shame, a show for others to marvel at if he left them uncovered, for them to ogle at and whisper about as if trying to guess the origin of the wounds was a sort of entertainment to them. and then in the fortress of meropide, his scars felt much less like a source of shame and more like an intimidation factor (which wasn’t something he necessarily felt good about, but it was something that he benefitted from as the duke). but when you came along and he began to know you, suddenly they were this beautiful, fascinating phenomenon that lead him to view his own scars in a different light.

he’s a powerful, strong man, yes. he’s intimidating and feared, but he is also loved, and all for good reason—he is solid and safe, an image of reliability to others. and sometimes it could weigh him down when he couldn’t seem to let another help carry the burden.

the way you made him feel, though, tracing his big ugly scars like they were rivers, like they weren’t repulsive—it changed him entirely, and it changed the way he saw himself. in the overworld, he was a criminal brute slathered in the proof of his savageness. in the fortress, he was the rock-solid standard for redemption, and he had to uphold his firm reputation. but with you, he was able to be fragile; with you, the walls he had built to protect himself from both sides of fontaine’s society came tumbling down, because he didn’t have to pretend when he was with you.

if such a small, sweet thing like you could see him in such a kind light with so much love in those eyes of yours, perhaps he was not so bad after all.

everyone else in all of teyvat could believe he was truly a bad guy like he sometimes enjoyed playing at—but it wouldn’t matter, because there you were in his bed every night, held fast in his big arms as you mindlessly traced the long, thin writings engraved in his skin, letting the stories they told lull you to sleep.

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crazyk-imagine · 4 months

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Misunderstandings and New Found Love

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Hybrid!reader

Characters: Sam Uley, Hybrid!reader, Emily Young, Edward Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Esme Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Victoria, Jared Cameron, Paul Lahote, Leah Clearwater, Seth Clearwater, Jacob Black, Embry Call, Quil Ateara V, Bella Swan (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: The science in here makes total sense, angst, fluff, happy ending, the ending might be quick but there's time skips people, characters might be ooc but idc, twilight tings, Sam and Emily being iconic, cursing, reader uses last name when they're mad, Jared's the comedic relief, Paul and reader have a past

Word Count: 4,800

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You look up, ready to help the most recent customer who walked in; only to find the one person you didn’t. You hold back the urge to roll your eyes. “How can I help you, sir?”

“I’m not here to ask.”

“Then why are you here,” you hiss at him.

"I'm just... checking on you.”

“Checking on me? Did you check on me when my dad died or when my mom left and died in the accident because as I recall, Uley, you didn’t. So, I’m going to kindly ask that you get whatever you need and leave.”

“Have we really come to this?”

“Yes,” you nod, grabbing the next order and setting it in front of one of your regulars before walking back to him. “Ever since you all… changed, things have been tense."

"Why are you here?”

“You know why.”

“No one-"

“You have no idea what anyone thinks or the looks they give me.” You take a deep breath, trying not to let him know how much it affects you. “I just- I want it to stop. I’m tired of them all staring at me like I’m a monster. As if this isn’t enough,” you mumble the last part under your breath.

His shoulders sag, not realizing anything that’s going on in your life. “You should come by the res tomorrow.”

Before you can try and argue with him as he rearranges the bags so he can have a better grip on them.

“No one but Em and I will be there.”

“They’re going to know I was there.”

“They won’t know it was you specifically and besides, I’m their alpha.”

“Way to use your title for your own gain.”

“It got you to smile. Thanks for the food.”

You shake your head, knowing it’s a bad idea even though you’re sitting in their makeshift driveway.

Sam’s warmth emanates through the door. “You coming in?”

“You gonna put on a shirt.”

“I will if you come in.”

“That sounds like blackmail.”

“Just-”

“Sam, quit standing in front of her door. She can’t get out if you’re just standing there.”

“Yeah, Sam.”

He narrows his eyes and steps back. “You really want to make fun of the alpha?”

“Yeah, I really do.”

“Alright, you two.”

You snicker when the man beside you lowers his head, looking like a sad puppy.

“It’s nice to see you again. How are you?”

You shrug, officially feeling more awkward than ever.

“You can talk to us, you know. We always cared about you.”

“That’s nice of you to say, Emily. But I don’t think anyone in town would agree with you.”

“Good thing I’m not like everyone else.”

You lower your head as the scent of one of her infamous muffins hits your sensitive nose.

“I’m sure you’re hungry after being up for a while.”

You shrug.

“So, what brings you here?”

“Your heater came into the diner, again and basically begged me to come over.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “You’re one to talk.”

“Why do you think I’m in layers?”

“A sign of self-torture.”

“Sam-”

“I can’t pretend that they’re not hiding themselves from the world after everything that’s happened.”

“Thanks for never changing and I’ll take that as my cue to leave.” You move to get off the stool.

“No, you’re not. Sam, stop bringing up things they’re not ready to talk about.”

“Fine.”

She hands you a mug of hot cocoa, knowing it’s your favorite to have around the holidays.

“What… do you guys know?” You tap the rim of the mug, watching the steam disappear.

“Only that you shifted,” he answers after the couple share a look with one another.

“Everyone thinks I shifted in the car, right?”

“Not everyone.”

“What do you think happened?” You ask, lifting your head.

"A cold one was nearby.”

You nod, “yeah. She,” you shake your head, feeling your body start to shake.

"You don’t have to talk about it.”

You give her a soft smile.

“She decided to leave because it was too much and left me a note, not even bothering to apologize and it- it pissed me off. I shifted and then ran after her, only to find one of them going after her and… took care of it.”

“You weren’t in the car?”

You shake your head, wiping your cheeks. "No."

"Why does everyone think you were?”

“I pulled her out and-” You cover your face.

“Do you remember who it was?”

“It was some redhead, I think. She definitely wasn’t happy with me.”

“What do you mean?”

You shrug, not wanting to worry them.

After talking for a few hours, you know it’s time to leave.

“What? No," Emily whines.

"Em, they don’t like me, and I’d rather not be glared at while you try and take care of everyone.”

“I still don’t want you to leave.”

“I do.” You grab your stuff and grab your bag before pausing. “Thank you for listening.”

“Always,” the woman smiles. “We’ll see you again, okay.”

You kept in touch but didn’t go back to their home for a while, not until you were dragged back by Sam but we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves.

You knew what was happening and watched from a distance, never letting the cold ones or the other wolves know of your presence.

The alpha was the only one who knew you were there.

You didn’t tell him you’d be nearby in case they needed an extra body because they thought you were a murderer.

A couple of the newborns sneaked into the woods to try and escape but never got far enough with you there.

Body parts were flying around so no one questioned anything when more came their way.

Then you turned around and noticed one of them aiming for Leah, before Jake could even try to intervene, you did; barely batting an eye when they stared in your direction.

You shoved her out of the way and took care of the newborn before anyone could get hurt, shocking everyone but Sam, who grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side. “What was that?”

“I saved someone from your pack before they could get hurt, what’s it look like?”

“Don’t take that attitude with me.”

“Try and control me, watch what happens.”

He growls your name.

“I needed this.”

The mind reader is beside you two, trying to calm everyone down. “She’s the reason, isn’t she?”

You glance at him from the corner of your eye. “Yeah, so this felt like I could save someone and get my own revenge.”

“She, did it?”

You scoff, snatching your arm out of his grasp. “Don’t act like you didn’t know. You knew the moment I told you.”

He tries to defend himself but you’re not having any of it. “I ask one thing of you, vegetarian.”

He raises his brow.

“I lite her.” You pull up your sleeve, he notices the bite on your arm but doesn’t comment on it (yet).

You take the torch from the blonde and stare into the red head’s eyes for a second, “hopefully you’re not tortured too bad in hell.”

You glance at the other cold ones and raise a brow. “If you guys die, you’re definitely not going where that bitch is. You know better and have worked on redeeming yourselves.”

They glance at one another, not expecting you to hear that.

You rip your sleeves and make a quick wrap for the human. “Wrap this around your arm, it should help until you can get the proper bandaging."

She blinks owlishly, “oh- uh- thanks?”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Who do you think you are?” She gets in your face.

“You better move before you do something you’re going to regret, Leah.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s rich coming from the murderer.”

You scoff through your nose and grab her by the collar of her shirt, her eyes widen not expecting this to get physical but doesn’t back down. “Say that again when I’m the one who saved your ass. You have no idea what happened that day, so you need to shut your mouth.”

Sam stands behind you, waiting to see what happens because he knows that you know better than to fight someone.

“Keep your pack in check, Uley.”

“Where are you going?”

“Somewhere I won’t get pissed off.”

You start to head into the woods when the mind reader stands in front of you.

“Did she do that?”

You don’t need to look down to figure out what he’s talking about. “That’s why neither you nor the others can smell me. I hide it.”

“They don’t know, do they?”

“Not about this, only Sam and his girl know about the red head's involvement. I only shared so you’d know.”

“That was kind of you to share even when you didn’t need to.”

“Yeah, I get it. I’m frickin’ amazing, can I go now?”

He steps aside. “You should stay with them.”

“How can I do that when they don’t trust me?”

“Make them.”

“It’s not easy, Cullen.”

“If you can do it with their alpha, you can tell the others.”

You roll your eyes, “get your girl checked out before she gets an infection.”

He heads back over towards Bella.

“Did you see her arms?” The human asks.

He nods. “They don’t know.”

“Know what?”

“Of Victoria’s involvement in the worst day of her life.”

Esme and Jasper’s shoulders sag, unable to imagine what you went through.

“And it’s still alive?” Rosalie chimes in.

“She'll become hybrid.”

The Cullens raise their brows.

Sam orders everyone to go back to Emily’s and hopes you do the same after seeing your arms.

You roll your eyes and answer his call. “Unavailable, please leave a message after I hang up."

“Cute, get to Emily’s.”

“You can’t make me.”

You can hear the couple arguing over who should be the one to talk to you.

“Please come over. We have a lot to talk about.”

You sigh, “do they still think I did it?"

"You can change their minds.”

“That’s so much work,” you groan.

“Please. I haven’t seen you in a few weeks and I know you barely know your way around a kitchen.”

“I’m better than you think.”

You stand on the porch, knowing it's going to be hell the moment you step inside.

“You’re going to put a hole in their porch the longer you stay out there,” Paul jokes, earning a chuckle from almost all of his pack mates.

You open the door and ignore their gazes as Emily pulls you into a hug.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” She pulls back and checks over your eyes stopping on your arms. Her worried eyes land on your face. “Did she-”

You glance at the pack from the corner of your eye, sensing their stares.

Sam stands beside you, placing a hand on your back as he shares a stare with his fiancée. “Sit down with the others while I finish up dinner.”

He guides you to sit but the uncomfortableness emanating from them makes you aim for the couch. "You're sitting at the table.”

“Sam-”

“A pack sits together.”

Paul and Jared scoff. “As if they’re part of the pack. Not after what happened,” the former says.

You tense up, closing your eyes so as to not lose your cool.

“Don’t talk about it,” Emily tells them.

“How are we supposed to ignore the fact-”

You growl, eyes changing colors; you can’t turn around. “Ignore the fact that my mother died, and I almost did, at the hands of that red headed bitch no less.”

Emily says your name.

“Sorry, Em. I know cursing is basically forbidden in here but that was me being nice.”

You push yourself off the couch. “This was a bad idea.” You try to pass the pack when one of them sticks their foot out, you kick it with too much strength, irking the hot head.

You open the door and nearly fall, the doorway being the only reason you’re still standing.

“Hey, hey,” Sam started freaking out. “What’s going on?”

You run towards the railing and throw up.

“Why is it- are throwing up-” He stops himself when he sees the color. “What did you do?”

“I’m dying lone wolf. What does it look like?”

“I told you-”

“They hate me. It was never going to happen.”

He picks you up and brings you back inside. “Call Carlisle and ask him what we can do?”

Paul makes another snide comment and you’re losing it.

You get away from the alpha and grab the wolf’s shoulders, shoving him into the wall, not at all making eye contact with him until you hold him in place, with the black bile dripping down your chin.

“Listen here, Lahote and listen well. I will not take any more of your smartass comments. I am still a person with the same issues as yours just a little extra, but your comments stop now. I am tired of everyone thinking I did it. You want to know what happened. That red head came into town and my mom decided enough was enough, she packed a bag and was getting ready to leave. I shifted, found her about to eat my mom and wound-up getting bit only to find that she did go for my mom and held her till her last breath. Then as they hauled her away, I found the scars and realized what happened. Someone spread some rumors and here we are. You want to say anything else?”

He shakes his head, letting out a deep breath.

"Holy shit!" Jared says as soon as your body sways.

Leah, the closest to you, grabs you before you could fall. "We need to take her to a hospital."

"She won't go but maybe the imprint will help?"

"Holy shit!"

"Shut up, Jared," Embry takes initiative and reaches over to punch his pack brother's shoulder. "Shut up man. You're not helping."

The one who can't stop repeating himself rolls his eyes. "You can't tell me I'm the only ones whose mind was blown with everything we just learned."

"You're not but you can shut up."

"Take her to the guest room while I call-"

"No!" Paul stays where he is, debating on leaving now so as not to hurt you anymore than he already has.

The sight of his imprint half dead in Leah's arms and the jokes he made while trying to trip you make him realize he's an even bigger idiot than he thought. "Don't call the leech doctor."

"What are we supposed to do? Let them slowly die when we know there's someone who could have saved them?"

The hot head wants to growl at his alpha but doesn't because he doesn't want to lose it faster than he wants, he's having a hard time trying to calm himself as it is.

"He's here."

Carlisle smiles, "Alice had a vision and sent me over as soon as she could."

"We appreciate it."

"What's going on with our patient?"

Everyone tells them what they know and have seen.

"I see. There is a likely possibility that the venom is working through their system and hasn't quite mixed yet."

"What does that mean? They have to die in order to live?" Paul chimes in.

"It may also have to do with the fact that they haven't shifted as often as you and are not part of a pack. Lone shifters have a hard enough time trying to survive on their own but mixing in the venom, is well-"

"A death sentence just waiting to happen," Sam finishes for him.

The doctor doesn’t want to tell him he's right and knows his silence is enough.

"Is there anything we can do?"

"Continue to make sure they are comfortable and let nature heal them."

"So, your solution is to let them die?!"

"Get him out of here," Sam orders Jared, Embry, Leah, and Quil.

They drag him out so the two can continue their conversation.

"I know you just imprinted but you need to calm down, dude," Jared tells him.

Paul continues to shake, unsure of anything he's feeling right now.

On the one hand he has someone to love and protect but on the other hand, he has to try even harder to control himself otherwise he's going to lose it.

He's also upset because he was acting like such a dick to his imprint and even though he never thought he'd find them; he definitely didn't want this to be his first impression. "How am I supposed to calm down when everyone's solution is to let them die?"

With Jared blocking his way in, he can easily get in his face.

"How would you feel if this was happening with Kim, huh? Tell me that."

His friend's face hardens, "don't talk about her."

"Then don't try and talk about mine like you know something."

They stare at each other, their chests heaving with each heavy breath they take.

"Great, now that we've had our macho match, can we go for a run? As much as I want to make it up to them, I don't want to be here any longer when we can't apologize," Embry interrupts.

The two shake their heads and head into the woods so they can phase and be free to run wherever they want.

"How can we help them?" Sam asks the doctor.

"I'm going to be honest with you, Sam. This is a little out of my jurisdiction, but I will do all that I can to help anyway, I can."

The alpha nods, "I appreciate it."

"I believe now their transition will be complete within the next few days."

"What brought this on?"

"It was only a matter of time before it hit, and I think the adrenaline and stress of the battle speeded things up." He glances back at the alpha who stares at your body with much concern. "May I ask, how close you are to the lone shifter?"

"Before everything happened, we were close. I always thought of them as my younger sibling but then everything happened, and I stopped talking to them because I was concerned for their safety and didn't want to hurt them."

The doctor can tell by the look on the shifter’s face that he's still disappointed in himself. "You did all you could and allowing my assistance is more than they could ask for."

"How long will it take?"

"My guess is, they'll be ready by tomorrow."

"So soon?"

"Their shifter DNA is altering the venom and their genetics. Now that they're resting, they've been able to heal themselves."

He notices the expression on Sam's face. "Let's give them privacy. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day."

Emily and Sam hug one another, unsure of what to think; they never wanted this for you, and they feel terrible because they can't help you.

"The boys should be back soon, yeah?"

He nods. "Hopefully Paul's calmed down."

"I think this is going to be a hard time for him."

"Yeah, I know," the alpha sighs.

The boys and Leah make it back to their home and sit at the table. "What are we going to do?"

"We have to wait."

"Did you two know?" Leah asks.

"They told us what happened, but we didn't know she bit her," Sam tells her. "We knew they were hiding something, but we didn't expect this."

"You should have told us," Paul grumbles while snacking on a muffin.

"You didn't even like them until you imprinted," Jake points out.

"I'm not the one on trial here."

The young wolf scoffs, "you should be."

The hot head stands up, pushing the chair back. "You want to take this outside?"

"Maybe I do."

"Alright, you two, that's enough."

They back down at the voice of the alpha, although it takes Jake a few more seconds before he sits down where he was. "You two need to stop it. We've got enough to deal with right now."

After an hour, most of the pack leaves; some to do their patrol shift, others to spend time with their family.

"Do you want to stay in the room with them?" Emily asks, noticing the longing he directs at the door.

He doesn't want to say it out loud and nods.

"I'll tell Sam when he gets back, you can go in but be careful, okay?"

"Do you think they'll forgive me?"

She nods, remembering her and Sam's minor falling out after his episode. "It'll take time."

He sighs and the door inches open, he hesitates to move.

The sight of you almost lifeless and thinking he hates you, kills him.

Why didn’t anyone tell them they’d get so sappy?

He doesn’t know whether he likes it or not as he takes a seat by the bed. His eyes trail over your face, taking in every inch of you.

If he was the artsy type, he’d definitely paint you. He doesn’t know when he fell asleep but waking up to the sun rising was annoying, just because he was one with nature doesn’t mean he needs it to be his alarm clock.

He rubs his eyes, trying to remember everything that happened last night and glances down at you.

You moved in your sleep, the hand practically reaching for him, warms his heart.

He grabs it, wanting you to be comfortable and not wake up with achy joints.

Your eyes move and he doesn’t realize it. It’s hard to open your eyes but you manage to do it, only to find the hothead holding your hand.

You freeze and his eyes trail up your arm, staring into yours.

“You like me now?” Your voice cracks after not having used it in a while.

He shakes his head and reaches for the glass Emily left, inching closer and closer to your face.

You grab it from him after pushing yourself up, back resting against the headboard. “What happened?”

“You died.”

You blink your eyes rapidly, trying to understand what he just said. “I’m sorry?”

“The venom from the bite was killing you and the fact that you barely shift… didn’t help.”

“So, now I’m both?”

“I think so.”

You set the cup down and push sheets off your heating body.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Leaving,” you grumble.

He pushes himself out of the chair and grabs your wrists, stopping you. “No, you’re not.”

“You don’t own me.”

“The imprint bond says otherwise.”

You snatch your wrists out of his grasp, “no, the bond is basically saying we’re soulmates and you don’t own me.”

You make it out of the door and into the hallway before it clicks. “We’re imprints?!”

“I think they’re awake,” Jared comments and shoves a piece of bacon into his mouth.

Embry smacks the back of his head.

“No, no, no.” You stand before the woman you go to for everything. “Tell me it’s not true.”

The corners of her lips twitch.

You snatch a sausage and munch on it. “This is not right.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. I feel the love.”

You purse your lips and glare at him. “You’re the one that was being a dick yesterday and now because of the bond, you want to be my prince charming.”

“I never said that.”

“You’re acting like it.” You sit on the couch before any of them realize where you are going. Your head plops against the back of the couch. “Why am I so damn emotional?”

A warm hand rests against your knee; you lift your head and find those damn attractive eyes that have always captivated you. “You went through a big change which has altered a part of you.”

“I didn’t want this,” you sniff.

He nods, “I know but w- you’re going to get through it.”

“You weren’t nearly half as nice as this before you shifted.”

“Sweetheart, I was nicer to you than most people.”

“It’s true,” Jared and Quil chime in.

“No one asked you two.”

They stare at you with wide eyes and raised brows as if this had proven their point.

“If you’ll let me, I’ll be there for you.”

You stare at him, gulping at his words. “How do I know you mean that, and you aren’t just saying that, so I don’t eat half the town?”

“We,” he clears his throat. “We came up with an alternative if you wound up being more of a leech- cold one, more of a cold one.”

“Am I going to eat a bunny?”

“Or a squirrel,” Jared jokes, earning no amused faces in return. “You all need a new sense of humor,” he mumbles, crossing his arms.

“How do you feel?” Sam asks.

“Like I’m on an emotional roller coaster.”

“Are you hungry?”

“I’m always hungry for Em’s food.”

Paul guides you to the table so you all can eat.

“Should we call the doc?” Embry wonders out loud.

“Don’t need to,” your imprint grumbles.

You run to the door, opening it. “I smell bunny.”

He chuckles, “it was the only thing we had.”

“Do I have to?”

“It will help with the urges.”

“There’s only one urge I have, and I don’t like it.”

“What?” Seth asks.

“Nobody tell him,” says Quil.

“Come on, don’t be like that.”

“I think it would be wise if you took this. We don’t know the severity of your condition yet.”

“I’m fine. Just trying to wrap my head around the fact that no one hates me.”

“We’re totally sorry, by the way,” Embry adds. “Ow!”

“Not my fault, man,” Jared raises his hands.

The two start to brawl, leaving Sam to try and stop it while Carlisle talks to you and Paul, explaining how you should be careful and thanking you for your assistance.

“I know I was a jerk to you but,” he glances over to Emily and Sam. “Would you ever consider accepting my apology and going out with me?”

“Give me a few days to adjust and then if I think I’m well enough, ask me again.”

“Hey, man. It wasn’t a no, alright,” Seth holds his hand up for a high five.

The hothead shoves the kid to the side, following you so he can sit in the open chair to your left.

Emily pours you a drink and sits down so you all can eat.

A few days later and you’re feeling better, still adjusting to everyone’s new attitude towards you.

You stick with more human meals than the animal blood the Cullen’s shared with you, not wanting to rely on it.

Things with Paul are still interesting.

He’s slowly worming his way back into your heart. “You want to go on patrol with me?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be with Quil?”

“He wanted to switch.”

You stare at him with a deadpan expression. “Did you threaten him?”

He raises his hands. “I did nothing.”

“Sure, you did,” you chuckle. “Come on,” you call out.

“Where are you going?”

“We have to patrol.”

He stares at your bare back. “This reminds me of when I first took you out.”

“You barely asked me out and then kept me in your backseat after school.”

“I wanted you to stay warm.”

“Oh, is that what they call it?” You ask with mischief in your eyes.

He nods, pulling you back into him by your waist; his chin resting on your shoulder. “I actually kept you there so no one else would see you.”

“Wha-”

“Didn’t want them seeing the hottie in my car and think they could get with you.”

“What a gentleman,” you tell him with a dry tone.

He shrugs, chuckling under his breath, “I try.”

“Are you serious?”

“About what?”

You run behind a tree and shift, waiting for him to catch up; it doesn’t take him long.

“About what?”

“Not wanting anyone to ask me out.”

“Why would I lie about that?”

“To get in my pants?”

“I was already getting with you.”

“I wouldn’t be so cocky. You’re still in the early stages of this relationship.”

“So, we’re in a relationship?”

“I never said that.”

He nudges you with his snout. “You did, don’t deny it.”

“I’m denying nothing. You need your hearing checked.”

“I think I heard you just fine.”

You roll your eyes and speed up, racing to meet the others; you meet Leah, Embry, and Jared.

The two former run to you and tackle you, playing around with you while Jared goes for Paul.

All of you run back to Emily’s when Sam calls you all back.

The air flowing through your fur is amazing, not to mention the fact that you’re getting to know your imprint, slowly but surely falling for him.

#twilight #twilight wolfpack #twilight fanfiction #twilight fanfic #twilight imagines #twilight imagine #twilight x you #twilight x reader #paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote x you #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote imagines #paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote fanfiction #crazyk-imagine

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spideyhexx · 5 months

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i will not telling my truth. SUB CORYO CUZ HES A LITTLE WHORE THATS DOWN BAD IDC HOW DOMINANT HE WANTS TO BE

speak your truth <3 and since you've mentioned him being a little whore, imagine getting him to admit that to you?

mdni

You're sitting in one of your lush pink velvet chairs in your penthouse in the capitol. It's probably damp from your wetness and Coryo's tears as he continues to beg for just a lick, just a taste of you.

But you won't let him, not yet at least. He didn't even do anything wrong to deserve this. Coryo had wracked his brain to think about how he could've misbehaved in your eyes, but the truth is, he was being such a good boy for you. You simply just loved seeing him in this state.

You had him on his knees between your legs, his head resting against your knee as you made him watch you touch yourself.

You showed him what you do when he can't be there, how your fingers don't even touch the right sweet spot that he always did. The praise would get him going to the point you feel his hand start to rub your thigh and you swat it away, giving a harsh tug to his hair.

"S-sorry," he mumbles, looking up at you with big eyes and it takes everything in your power to not just push his face into your heat.

It's cruel how long you kept this up. Touching yourself with little effort to prolong your own release and keep Coryo still between your legs despite his little whines.

"b-baby, lemme taste, I can make you feel good," and you'd laugh.

"I know you can." And he's continue to look up at you, silently begging.

"Then why won't you let me?" His pout urges your fingers to run through his curls, scratching his head.

"You're not desperate enough, yet," you say in a soft whisper and he rolls his eyes. Your tender hold on him turns harsh again and he winces.

"baby, 'm so hard and you're...I know you need my tongue." Coryo tries to take control a little despite his position being locked, making no move to leave it.

You ignore him and continue lazily rubbing your clit. The more time that pasts, the more his hips start to shift. His eyes close a little tighter when you let you a moan as your finger dips into your entrance, teasing yourself.

"baby, please."

"What do you want, Coryo?" You let him move his head to lay closer to your core and he nuzzles against your thigh.

"I want to taste you," he whines out.

"Mmm, you tasted me this morning though?"

He shakes his head, his eyes beginning to prick with tears as he feels his cock press against his zipper. He feels like he can burst just right there.

"I don't care, I need it again. I need it always."

You smirk at him, taunting him with your fingers as they continue to play with your clit. "Always, huh? That's something a whore would say."

Coryo's breath hitches and you watch curiously as his eyes avert down to his bulge.

"I see, you want me to take of that too, pretty boy, don't you?"

He nods, speaking in a quiet whisper, "I need that too., really need it, baby." You hum and move your hand from your clit and his eyes light up.

"Don't get too excited. You think you can beg for me, Coryo?" He sighs, mumbling that he's already been doing that and you adjust your hips, almost pushing his face closer to you.

"You have, pretty boy, but I need to know something." He raises a brow, deciding to kiss your thigh, hoping it won't send him into trouble and you let it slide.

"Are you my little whore?" You ask with a flush to your face. Despite the power you held over him, you've never taken the chance to call him something that sounded so dirty.

Coryo, on the other hand, feels like he's about cum in his pants. He loves it. He would hate being put down or defamed by anyone else, but by you? For you? It makes him feel otherworldly.

"Are you gonna answer me? You can't just go on telling me about how much you need my pussy and how much you need attention on your cock," you tell him, your voice a little louder than before. You can tell he loves it, the way his cheeks redden and his head tries to inch closer to you.

Coryo's tongue is still not working and he can only let out a mewl as you laugh at him.

"C'mon you little whore, you can do it," you purr at him and his eyes close. When they open a tear falls down and give him a fake pout.

"Crying? You're serious?" He huffs and looks at you, his eyes shining bluer.

"baby, please I-"

"Coryo, you know what to do." He sniffs and noses at your thigh and you can see the slight rhythmic buck up of his hips against nothing but the pressure of his pants.

" 'm your little whore," he mumbles out.

And soon, you have Coryo repeating that he's your whore over and over again without you asking. It comes naturally to him since his spit and your wetness is coating his chin as he tastes you with his tongue, or more like you use his tongue.

let's chat about coryo, here :)

#coryoasks #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #coryo snow #coriolanus x you #tom blyth x reader #coriolanus x reader #tom blyth fanfiction #tom blyth #coriolanus smut #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow imagine #coryo x reader #coriolanus imagine #coriolanus fanfiction

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good4olivia · 2 years

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dark!aemond hc's

warnings: late night thoughts, not rlly edited, typos, gaslighting, aemond is a manipulative lil shit, but idc i would do aything for this man, this is the last time i write straight on the tumblr lol

pairing: aemond targaryen x f!maid!reader

you were the only maid he tolerated, you didn't stare at him or try to talk to him, you only did your job. he liked that about you, so much in fact that when the septa moved you to work in the kitchens, aemond threw a fit about it.

"who are you?! where is y/n?" he would yell at the unsuspecting maid in his chambers. she only lasted an evening before you were returned to aemond.

"why did you agree to leave? do you not like being here?" he questioned you, watching as you folded his clothes.

"no, my prince. i simply go where the septa tells me to go, she told me to go work in the kitchens, i went there." you didn't look up at him, you weren't scared that the prince would hurt you but you certainly didn't appreciate the intense look in his eyes

"i don't give a shit what the septa says, you're not to go somewhere else. from now on, you're only job is to look after me"

after that, things changed between you and aemond. before, he would simply just watch you - bend down under his bed, or see your cleavage when you are pouring his wine but now - now, he will touch you. simple, innocent (not really) touches that made your skin crawl.

one night, after he had had too much to drink, he asked you to spend the night in his bed. "just to sleep, my love. i just want to be close to you. don't you want to be close to me?"

you just wanted to sleep in your own quarters, your bed was nothing compared to his, but it was yours

apparently you had taken too long to answer, "i must've been mistaken to believe perhaps you felt the same but how could you? i am disfigured and abrasive, a lady such as yourself could never-"

"no, no of course not my prince. i'm sorry i was just... well honestly i was surprised you asked, i believed my... feelings for you to be only one-sided."

the smile on his face after you said made your stomach errupt in butterflies, you weren't sure which kind

he watched you slip out of your dress, only in your undergarments he could make out your tender body so much more clearly, he already felt his nightpants tighten

aemond did not keep his promise to 'just sleep', when you laid next to him he pulled you close, kissed your hair and gently guided your hand to his cock, "you're so beautiful." he whispered in your hair. "do you feel what you do to me, my flower?"

you moved your hand up and down, his breaths getting sharper and quicker, eventually, he finished as he was kissing, sucking on your neck

you felt ashamed at the wetness pooling down at your core, even more so at the moans that left you as he slipped his fingers in you, "does that feel good my love?" he said, god his voice had never sounded so good.

ever since that night, aemond had barely let you leave his chambers. everyone knew you belonged to him, aemond made no efforts to hide it, he simply did not care.

you, on the other hand, had to deal with jealous and petty maids, making your job harder, as well as cruel remarks from alicent.

as much as your time with aemond was fun, you wished for life before - not that you could ever speak your mind about that. anytime you said something remotely close to wanting some more freedom, he would blow up

"freedom for what? hmm? what can anyone give you that i can't? you're lucky i chose you. "

his outbursts would always be followed by his apologies after a few cups of wine,

"my love please forgive me. i just can't fathom losing you and when you say things like wanting to spend some nights in your old room, what am i supposed to think?"

"i'm sorry my prince, i did not think. i won't bring it up again." he kissed you deeply after that, cupping your face in his hands.

" i don't care what my mother says, you will be my wife. would that make you happy? us being married?"

"oh of course my love, nothing would make. me happier than being your wife."

two moons later, you were wed. aemond had given your family some gold in exchange for the loss of income (now that you were a princess, you were dismissed of your duties)

"i can't wait to see you full with my child." he would say to before finally taking you fully

he vowed to never father basters so before the wedding, he didn't fuck you, only the other stuff

no, you weren't allowed to leave the chambers without him, no any hope of you returning to work you enjoyed was long gone but somewhere down the road, you did end up falling in love with him.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond one eye #house of the dragon

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bardocks-tiddies · 3 months

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Bingo made by @sepiamestus

Going into excruciating detail under the cut because i love bardock so much i am so autistic for this man

I like them in theory. I mean duh?? Goku’s dad? Rad as fuck

Squashing him like a bug (/affection). I mean, yeah. Would he let me? No ofc not. But idc

He doesn’t get enough canon focus. He really doesn’t. He got a little screen time in Xenoverse 2 and Super, but they’ve changed his personality so much, and I don’t think Xenoverse 2 counts as ‘canon’.

LEAVE THEM ALONEEEE. How many times have we watched him die to Frieza? In movies and games and stuff? Leave him alone.

No one understands him but me and my circle of mutuals. His personality has been horrible morphed by FUNimation, and then Toriyama himself in Super

Banger design. His blood-soaked headband? Rad af. No I’m not including Super.

Doesn’t get enough fanon focus. He gets some fanon focus, but so many people write him as a tragic hero/loving father and it makes me cry every time. He’s canonically a terrible fucking father.

Like them better as part of a dynamic. I love his dynamic with Team Bardock (Fasha/Celipa, Pumbukin/Shugesh, Tora/Toma, and Toteppo/Borgos). I may not like his changes in Super, but I do love his relationship with Gine.

I know what you are. I interpreted this as “Character is Not Straight™️” and Z Bardock is certainly not straight.

I need them to be weirder. I need Saiyans in general to be weirder.

Transing their gender as we speak. I don’t think Saiyans really have the same gender social construct that Earth does, and I of course love a good trans HC, but I genuinely dont think it really works for Saiyans? If anyone else has any trans Saiyan HCs I won’t judge ofc, but I personally don’t.

Free space! The blorbo himself <3

I hate them (I think about them constantly). I do ofc think about him constantly, but I would never say I hate him.

They gave me new mental problems. Tragic hero Super Bardock (as opposed to Z Bardock) has certainly given me mental problems. Like from DBS: Broly. He gave absolutely everything and his priority being his two kids? All for Goku to just forget who he is? Genuinely some of Toriyama’s best writing.

I need them to be less weird. No.

WET CAT SOUNDS. :)

I like them but everyone is weird about them. I don’t think so? I don’t interact with a lot of DBZ spaces tho.

I cri

I miss my wife, Tails

Hate all their popular ships. I think the only “popular” ships are Bardock x Gine (which I adore) and Bardock x Toma (which I’m also absolutely on board with).

I don’t get the hype. There isn’t ENOUGH hype tbh.

Autism beam. He’s the most autistic bitch except maybe Goku, which makes sense since autism is genetic, we just know where Goku gets it from. Although I’d also make the argument that Gine is autistic, too.

Who was I before you… I mean I have dissociative amnesia so I thought it fits lol

I NEED them to be happy. After all the remakes of the destruction of Planet Vegeta, he deserves a rest.

#dbz #dragon ball #dragon ball z #bardock #i love this man so much #my blorbo

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cebwrites · 2 years

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UH AH UH Gender Neutral with Crocodile? Sorry I’m just nervous, I hope you’re having a good day! I uh was wondering if it could be like how Crocodile might deal with a GN S/O who has extremely bad self esteem about everything about themselves idk I guess comfort hcs! Idc if you throw in NSFW or something this is YOUR blog and stuff so I’ll be happy with whatever (*'▽'*)> I love the way you write! Sorry if I’m bad at explaining or if you don’t want to do this request, Thank you again! Sorry aaaa

hii anon, no need to be nervous! i don't bite ᵕ꒳ᵕ i'm really glad you enjoy what i've put up here!!! hoping this one will be one of those too 💕

(putting in the fav scrunkly to fill up space aejdhfbsg)

comforting a s/o with low self esteem (Crocodile, Law)

gn reader, he/they law word count: 0.6k

Crocodile

Croc isn’t... the best at showing affection, much less comfort - if he’s this far into a relationship with someone for them to mean something that’s more than stress relief, though, he might as well give a go at it

He’s very stiff in the beginning, maybe even a little frustrated because why else would he even allow someone to get this close to him if he didn’t see their innate value?

Crocodile thinks if he throws enough shiny material possessions your way that these feelings will just go away after a while or you’ll be too distracted or busy with other things to pay any mind to them - spoiler alert: they don’t

Not everyone can simply repress everything away on command, Croccy

There’s a genuine attempt being made though, however misguided, you can give him that at least

I’d hesitate to say that Croc would open up about his own worries willingly; he’s got so many skeletons in the closet at this point that he’s taking them to his grave, but he’ll sometimes talk about old aspirations he used to have, when he sees that your distress getting really bad, silly things that young boys would dream up in their bedroom and share under the covers, things that were never really meant to come to fruition, just to take your mind away from the upsetting thoughts in your here and now while he’s got a strong, protective arm around you in his lap

Maybe you’re lulled by these impromptu (almost bedtime) stories, drifting away against the steady beat in his chest, or maybe you feel inclined to encourage him to chase those dreams again, that you know him of all people would be able to reach those goals more than anyone

Crocodile would sigh and pull your head back down against his shoulder and tell you that it’s time to rest, sounding far wearier than you’ve ever heard him before

Law

See, Law knows that he’s supposed to be comforting and reassuring - the problem is that he’s not exactly sure how

They’re not the best at emotional stuff and honestly Law might pass you off to Bepo, Shachi, or someone else at first because he’s not entirely comfortable doing this without being sure that he won’t fuck up

Like Crocodile, he’s willing to try, though, for his partner

Law goes about things a little clinically at first, explaining how everyone on the crew gets along with you, that your presence here is appreciated, how you’ve positively impacted those around you, etc, and then... traits that they personally admire about you, even if it does make the blood rush to his ears and your partner himself all huffy

Be patient with him, he’s trying his best, Law will come around eventually

In the privacy of your shared room, the best comfort they give is nonverbal; he’d pull you into bed with him, or maybe their lap in his office, locked, and just hold you close, nose buried in the crook of your neck, arms around your waist

They’re hesitant to show it, especially in public, but touch is a really big love language for Law, just being able to feel your skin against his own in a strictly romantic way does so much to ease the stressors of his day and Law hopes that by doing the same it’d be able to calm you, too

Your weight in his lap is comfortable while he works, but if your body so happens to obscure his vision, Law’s (sometimes) content with simply cuddling on the private couch in his office, too

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senorablack · 8 months

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Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool!!!) no pressure!!!! ur blog is awesome, enjoy!

thank you pal! <3

janeane aka my hair (named by a dear friend that passed in april '22)- i had a very dubious relationship with it in my younger years due to being the only person in my fam w this texture and it wasn't until my twenties that i fell in love with my volume, length and curl pattern! its called UNLEARNING INTERNALIZED ANTI BLACKNESS, BEB.

dude, im just down. like i idk, whatever you suggest, im probably down to go for the ride. like whats the worst to happen? you wanna drive across the country? tell me when and how we're splitting the cost and im requesting the time off. wanna go throw some axes? what the fuck we still doing standing right here? lets go bro!!!

i will always say it how it is. sometimes it's not the right words (working on my tact). sometimes it's the wrong tone. but you can expect full frontal honestly. if i don't want to go to xyz w you i will say it. if i think youre making a dumb bitch move, ima tell you. etc etc.

honestly my sense of humor. life is rough man and if we're not being silly where we can, what the fuck are we doing bro? and tbh i think im such a clever little shit and idc how self involved or deluded that sounds. ahah.

my love and belief in my peoples. im a person who lives at multiple intersections and those happen to be communities that have faced decades of institutional adversity. but i believe in our liberation. and i believe in our inherent beauty. and value. value for being. not value determined by our contribution to capitalism. i believe in our ability to unlearn harm to ourselves and others, in our good humor, and our compassion.

--tagging bc mama can't go into inboxes in this economy --

@greenlikethesea @normyreedus @katiedora @dallae @leatafandom @onirislanding @tolkientrash @hellofoxtrot @stevethehairington @garbagesauce + anyone else who sees this because im down to see what you love about you pals

#tag im it #thank you!!!!

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yourfifitherealone · 1 year

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I love Sodikken and idc what anyone says if there's 1 Sodikken Dan on this earth ITS ME.

1. Sodikken made me start enjoying music

For a while I couldn't find any artist I liked that weren't Panic at the Disco, Twenty-One Pilots, Alec Benjamin and occasionally Fall Out Boy but when I started listening to Sodikken I finally found an underground, underrated artist that made lyrics special and meaningful to me. The way some people prefer 🍒or 🍑 is like music and lyrics people. I am 100% a lyrics person while some others are beat and music people. But I need lyrics that resonate with me or are important and Sodikken does that for me. They made lyrics like;

"Take it from me looks couldn't kill, no but they can get you disowned",(Gretel)

"How can anyone think I'm lovely, when they retch at the sight of me?", (Gretel)

"There goes my sister yeah you couldn't miss her...I think I hate her, those green alligators, I wish they had ate her..", (Hansel)

"Would you like to eat with me, eat dinner as a family, we take care of each other's needs- Yeah that's not happening". (People Eater)

And others that were really relatable and comforting for me. I know it sounds stupid but it's my favorite thing. In the song 'Gretel', it was about not being conventionally attractive and getting treated differently for it (pretty privilege). For 'Hansel' it was about feeling alone and isolated and that's why they did dangerous tricks to get attention and also explains why they were jealous of their sister. Lastly, 'People Eater' is about abusive/toxic relationships when someone just takes and takes and one is constantly stuck giving parts of themselves until there's nothing more to give.

2. Their voice (ft their creativity)

It takes pure artistry to do what Sodikken does to find the perfect voice, transitions in their animation and music videos, lyrics and rhythm for their songs. And also on a lighter note, I just really like their voice, especially in the last video they posted "An announcement"(?) I like how in a lot (I'm 90% sure all) of their songs they have vocal changes and they sound wildly and completely different keeping it interesting and creative. The song titles are unique and so is their style.

3. (Short) how relatable they are

Like I mentioned above, Sodikken has lyrics that stuck with me because of how much it reminded me of myself or other people I encountered. Overall making their music more memorable.

Lastly, about the hate they get

Sodikken ABSOLUTELY does not deserve the hate they get. Everyone always says that we need something "different" "more unique" and "creative" and complaining how "Everyone's the same (nowadays)" and when there's a actual artist who who fits all of those descriptions they chew them up...(their popular song on TikTok with the lyrics, "A whole garden of flowers and my name etched on a rock. All this could've been avoided all I wanted was to talk..."from the song Hansel And "You wanna taste of my brain? Okay. It's yours anyway. A bite of my eye? Alright. I won't put up a fight. How bout today, you try eating something else for a change? Because the way things are going I won't last another day." From People Eater) and spit them out. There's people saying it's "weird" and "cringey." Just because you don't like a song, doesn't mean someone out there doesn't think that song is amazing or helped them through hard times. (I also have another one of my favorite songs called a "bad song", The Beer by Kimya Dawson) these songs/ artist mean so much to me and your words affect others. If you don't like it scroll,not interested, or block but don't leave hate. I don't know if it because Sodikken seen the hate or maybe by coincidence but they deleted their song, People Eater of their original account but there can be many reason to why they did; Hate on the song , A found dislike for their song after putting it out, legal reasons ECT but if it was for the hate I really advice for Sodikken not to listen to it and pay more attention to their fans that love their content.

In Conclusion:

If you like mainstream artists, do you but don't criticize unique artists so much they stop creating their music. Because I'm even if it doesn't necessarily feel like it, people really do enjoy all types of songs.

#sodikken #sodikken fan #Sodikken music

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fourseasonscomeandgo · 2 years

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yoohyeon gf headcanons

TW: cursing

you've been crossing paths for years now

she never dared to talk to you

she's not very good at keeping secrets so you knew she had a crush on you, but you were too timid to make a move

literally started dating just because sua appeared one day, tapped your shoulder and went "my friend has had the biggest crush on you for like four years so can i get your number?"

she was and is the shyest

does dorky stuff and gets embarrassed afterwards as if she wasn't a member of dreamcatcher

she depends on moods, one days she wakes up and decides she doesn't need you or your affection, and just goes about her day with her independence

other days she's literally a leech and you have her over you all the time

those are your favorite days

you make fun of her because she wakes up at seven am to read economy books and drink coffee with jazz music on the background

but you just make fun of her cause you can't assume to her face you actually find that really attractive

she doesn't like being teased by you tho

you're her partner, so naturally she's more vulnerable with you

yoohyeon needs to hear you say that she's doing great, that she's smart, that you love her and all of those beautiful qualities

so she gets all pouty when you call her clumsy

it's not to pick up on her, she really is clumsy

but people exaggerates it, she's actually the brain of the relationship

you love to watch her while she reads, studies or practices an instrument

more than anything, you love to listen to her singing

virgin mariah (carey) borrowed her voice to her i swear

pie is actually your partner, you know no kim yoohyeon

no zoophilia tho

i mean you go around with the little friend everywhere all the time

she shuts down when she gets mad

when we pull up you know it's a shut down

she didn't grow up in an environment in which she seemed to be able to talk about her feelings, so when she's angry or sad, she doesn't let it out

even tho you have talked with her about it and tried to create a space for her to open up, it's just not in her

she does try, and you're thankful for that

so a lot of fights cause you never know what's going on in her head

so many deep talks about growing as humans, finding your true selves, being nice and loving people, selfishness and how to get rid of it, and another similar stuff

her brain, the small part you understand, fascinates you

she sees the world in another light, a kinder and more liberating light

she may be up to an open relationship but let's be honest who would be stupid enough to not GATEKEEP this woman

idc about sounding toxic, she's fucking yours

she is very sexually sensitive, horny 24/7

you go on trips all the time cause she loves to travel, so even if it's just an hour in car, you go exploring the world together

she prefers going out for dates, but if you propose her a gaming night, she'll ditch everything for it

the first time she stayed at your house for more than a night was because she didn't want to go till she'd win a game in lol

when you're sad or upset she panics

she doesn't even know how to deal with her own emotions, how would she deal with someone else's?

she just gives you your space when you're mad and then tries to talk when you're calmer

when you're sad she hugs you and while she thinks of something else that may help you, you just get better

don't get the wrong idea, yoohyeon and you have the deepest bond you two has ever had with anyone, you two are best friends

yeah, you were hot, and yeah, she may have thought a few times about you as her partner, but before even calling yourself her anything she needed to be sure you were her friend

she did kiss you and more during that becoming friends period, she's not very patient, she already waited for years, don't judge the woman!

if you two don't think the same in social/political/existential topics that may cause fights too

she says sweet nothings to you in like eleven different languages

and that's so fucking hot, be thankful

she likes that you are polite and smart the most

you both support each other in all of your projects, and that's something yoohyeon values deeply from you

she literally supports you in everything, you could appear and be like "baby i want to tattoo a goat screaming on my forehead" and she'll be like "if that makes you happy…"

she loves you so much she could explode

calls you "baby", "jagi", "honey"

she melts a little everytime you call her absolutely any pet name, she does have a weak heart for "puppy" for some reason

getting lost in her smile and her getting shy cause you're staring too much

she stares at you literally any moment you're not looking in her direction

getting teased by the members all the damn time

you belong with her, you both just know

—O—O—

no one asks me dreamcatcher pieces anymore (my requests are closed btw, please leave me alone, i have so much to write already) so i had to take this matter in my own hands and i did this.

just wanted to clarify that yoohyeon is my girlfriend and i did this for my own maladaptive daydreaming, so don't be looking at other people's women.

—ica.

#kpop imagines #kpop #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher yoohyeon #dreamcatcher reactions #dreamcatcher headcanons #kim yoohyeon #yoohyeon #yoohyeon imagines #yoohyeon reactions #yoohyeon headcanons #yoohyeon x reader

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fuyntimer · 7 months

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The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives is a moonchaser song, not a wolfstar or sunseeker song. IDC!! it just it cmon…. moon…. sun… moony… we call james the sun…. COME ON PEOPLE!!

the first few lyrics of the song is LITERALLY remus lupin:

“Tell me once again, i could’ve been anyone (anyone?) else. Before you made the choice for me,” he could abt talking about his dad or Greyback. Remus’ life was full of choices he never made himself, and he always wanted to be someone else. anyone else.

“We could’ve been anywhere (anywhere?) else,” THEM DURING THE WAR!!! remus and james were close, and during the war james was practically all remus had. he had believed it when other order members had suggested that sirius was the traitor. he and peter were never close, so all he had was james. james, lily, and harry; and he had always wished that he could’ve brought them somewhere else. anywhere else that was safe and sound.

“The moon will sing a song for me,” remus being himself around james, being less sarcastic and more authentic. or: remus being soft and sweet with james bcs he’s in love with him.

“I loved you like the sun,” james loving remus wholeheartedly, similarly to how he loves the sun (which symbolizes warmth and happiness).

“Bore the shadows that you made, with no light of my own,” JAMES DURING THE PRANK!! remus distancing himself from sirius and peter (sirius bcs of what he did and peter bcs he sided with sirius) but also distancing himself from james because of what he could’ve done to him in the woods. james not knowing how to navigate the dark without his moonlight :(

“I shine only with the light you gave me, (1)” remus knowing that he can only be himself around james, and knowing he can really and truly shine with the light james projects onto him. and how he knows james sees him for who he is instead of what he is, or what he pretends to be.

“I shine only with the light you gave me, (2)” james knowing he doesn’t have to be a shining sun around remus, and can sit silently around him instead of having to project and pretend. also james knowing that remus won’t judge him for how he feels, so james can just say what’s on his mind without being made to feel like an idiot.

“We could’ve had anything (anything?) else,” remus to james two days before halloween, 1981, when james told remus he had been in love with him since they were 12. remus to the cold and dead body of his once shining sun, sobbing and begging him to come back so they could have the change they deserved.

“instead you hoarded all that’s left of me,” james’ ghost to remus after halloween, begging him to move on and be happy for once because he fucking deserves it.

the last few “i shine only with the light you gave me,” is james telling remus how he feels two nights before halloween, 1981. james pouring out his heart to his best friend just two days before he dies, giving them absolutely no time to love each other properly.

#marauders #james potter #remus lupin #moonchaser #headcanon #but it’s actually just canon #minnie told me herself #i love them #so much

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mayswift · 2 years

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newsies headcanons for my favorite characters😁

jack

-always putting random stuff in his mouth. like chewing on paintbrushes and pencils. he reminds me of my friend that will literally pick up seashells and bite into them.

-literally cannot flirt. like he CAN flirt but if it’s someone he actually has feelings for he’s just a stuttering blushing mess.

-i feel like he’s an extremely picky eater. like in modern day he would be those people who order chicken tenders everywhere they go😭

-big gift giver. he loves making paintings and drawings for people and around holidays and birthdays he would try to sell extra to be able to afford a real gift.

-he’s literally so clueless. like he’s constantly having to be like “huh” and just always has this confused look on his face😭

davey

-IM WAY TOO EXCITED TO WRITE THESE

-constantly reading. like he will read anything he can get his hands on.

-les is his wingman idc what anyone else says

-idk what instrument but he definitely plays an instrument. i’m thinking violin or piano maybe?

-i feel like everyone thinks of him as being like nice and shy and stuff but he’s actually so much more?? like he would literally beat people up if they came near his friends or family and he’s actually like so so smart.

-SMART WITH NO COMMON SENSE.

-and also horrible at math

race

-this man cannot sit still. like he’s always rocking back and forth on his feet or playing with his hands or kicking around a rock or something.

-this one is more livesies race but i think he’s like augustus waters how he always has a cigarette in his mouth but he never lights it.

-this is a common one but him always leaning on people or holding on to them

-SURPRISE HUGS ALL THE TIME.

-literally zones out all the time. like someone could be talking to him and he’ll be like sorry what??

skittery

-“glum and dumb” but not like actually. like he has a great sense of humor and stuff hes just a bit moody yk?

-so common but will literally do anything for tumbler. i am the biggest sucker for anything abt skittery and tumbler.

-i feel like he flirts to sell papers but he literally doesn’t mean it like he can and will flirt with anyone he sees to sell papers but has no interest in any of them.

-one day one of the other newsies sees him doing this AND WILL NOT STOP TEASING HIM AND HE GETS SO EMBARRASSED.

-has like some of the worst handwriting ever bc he literally does not give a shit.

spot

-i feel like even though he seems rlly scary he’s actually like?? super nice??

-also 92sies and livesies spot are completely different people in my mind.

-i feel like around other people hes super confident and like sure of himself but when he’s alone he’d actually get really like insecure and deal with sm more than it seems.

-once again this is kind of common but he loves his newsies. might not admit it but especially the younger ones he will do sm to take care of them and make sure they’re okay.

elmer

-ik it’s so common that he’s like the happy smily newsie all the time and i feel like he’s one of those people who just kind of forget about any bad feelings by being happy all the time. like he constantly sees the best in everyone and everything.

-can and will fall asleep anywhere. on a table? on a bench? on top of someone else? on the FLOOR?! sound asleep.

-this is a common hc and possibly canon(?) but POLISH ELMER. bc twins.

-I JUST LOVE THE IDEA OF ELMER PARTICIPATING IN LIKE POLISH TRADITIONS ESPECIALLY ON CHRISTMAS AND STUFF and sharing it with the other newsies and just aghhhh

#newsies #newsies headcanons #92sies #livesies #davey jacobs #jack kelly #racetrack higgins #spot conlon

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blonkk · 4 months

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im gonna rant!!!

i’m so tireeddddd of people projecting their pathetic insecurities onto everyone else (me). like i’m sorry you’re afraid to be alone and you don’t know who you are and you’re insecure and you have no courage. not to be a bitch but seriously. idc anymore maybe i am stuck up maybe i do think i’m better than you!! but coming at me because i refuse to do what everyone else does with such contempt and vigour just exposes you. like i have accepted that in my life i will not experience romantic love. not because it doesn’t exist, it does for some people, but i’m not gonna base my entire life and goals around meeting someone, falling in love, marrying them and having their children. i’d be ready to end my shit right now if those were my goals, being 28 and not even having a boyfriend. that means i’ve already failed at life but i knowwww i’m still a caterpillar. like be serious. sooooo yeah, sorry that in your narrow worldview everyone needs to basically get married and have kids, and there’s “someone out there for you” — what so all women gotta find that person by age 30 or our lives are over?? 😂 you delusional weirdos sound like hardcore christians. like maybe there is someone for me who i’ll meet when i’m 45 or 70! maybe i’ll never meet them! maybe there isn’t anyone because that’s just the way the world is! but i’m selfish because i don’t want to spend my life being miserable because i can’t find love and place all chances of future happiness on this person and the privilege of bearing/raising their kids??!!? so i should just settle for second best — of something i don’t even WANT — because everyone says it’s the point of life?… anyways

i’m just annoyed like i said. i can accept a loveless life, it’s hard but i’m ok lol. yeah it gets sad and lonely sometimes but truth is i have a pretty wonderful life that i’m thankful for, despite sadness, loneliness, grief etc. being in love won’t improve things in any significant way imo. i don’t want to be isolated in a relationship with a man. i don’t want to live with a man. i don’t want to have kids. i like my life; i like my 50 year old snowboard bum roommate, i like my shit car, i like having the ability to do whatever i want. i like bouncing from job to job, despite the financial insecurity and general lack of stability; all my life i’ve wanted to be free and independent, and i finally am — i can take care of myself which is what matters. i love my friends, i love exploring different hobbies and places and careers. i am literally unemployed and haven’t been this happy in a long, long time. i’m so sick of people telling me they “want me to be happy” but ignore me when i say i finally truly am. they just want to shove me in their stifling little box with them for god knows what reason. just because you think your life is perfect doesn’t mean it will be for everyone. idk, things change! maybe i’ll change too! but for now shut the fuck up. go be in your annoying relationship with your insufferable bf/husband and tell everyone how much were missing out on by not being married/having kids. the gals a couple feminist waves back beg to differ along with the steadily rising divorce rates and rapidly declining marriage and birth rates.

you’re the one who’s unhappy. if not, then you simply lack compassion and general respect for others. your worldview is small and you’re ignorant. your life is yours, others have different wants and will follow the path that leads them to those things. we all suffer for our choices — sure, i may wish at times i had a spouse and a house and a mouse. that doesn’t mean it’s what i have always wanted deep deep down. it means it’s normal to wonder what it would be like to have what you don’t and yearn a little sometimes. BUT i’d literally never give up my freedom. i think back to high school often and how restricted i felt; i couldn’t breathe. i flailed in that environment because it was so rigid. i’m never, ever going back to that, ever. i have self respect

#dni #this was a lot my b #had to get it off me chesticles #sometimes i just want to shake people #like girl….congrats you got married….wow…women have been doing that forever lol #do something cool or different #like i’m tired of acting like it’s some big accomplishment to find love #idc #call #me bitter #call me whatever you want #i’m happy for my friends etc when they’re happily ina relationship or get married don’t get me wrong #the line is crossed when they act like it’s the point of life #and project unasked for pity on me #like seriously. you’ve done what women have been forced to do for millennia #…congrats? ig #anyways

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holocene-sims · 1 year

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15 oc questions!

i was tagged by @stargazer-sims - thank you so much!! ❤️ i've never done one of these tags in a character's voice, so it's fun to get extra practice writing as them 😊

i'll tag:

@dandylion240 @bl-sims-anime @idyllicephemera @elderwisp @nectar-cellar @minty-plumbob @crazykissim @mangosimoothie & anyone else who wants to do it!

ANYWAY i'm doing this for grant! idc if y'all have heard enough about grant, the honor goes to him

are you named after anybody?

my actual legal first name is joseph, which is my grandfather's name! so, uh, somehow yes, i am named after somebody! but i'm 99.9% sure it was out of laziness and not out of love. well, no, i'm 100% sure of that. it's not like my mom has ever respected her parents...but that's a whole different thing, we're not going there.

when was the last time you cried?

i'm a crybaby, come on! i'm known for being very emotional. i mean, sad animal commercials make me weepy. externally weepy. like tears running down my cheeks weepy. but the actual last time i cried? hmm, maybe like a week ago? i don't know if i could tell you why, though. i probably blocked it out of my memory! i'm great at that.

do you have kids?

do, uh, do cats count? because i do have a cat who i love and put sweaters on. sweaters! and he loves it.

do you use sarcasm?

it depends? sarcasm usually feels mean-spirited to me, so i'm not super into it, but then again, that's half the conversations i have with my family. i know in that case, though, that it's all bullshit humor and not serious. anyway, i think what i'm saying in a roundabout way is it depends a lot on context and audience. i don't want to hurt anyone's feelings or be a dick. i like being nice.

what's the first thing you notice about people?

okay, listen, in the most normal and not at all weird way possible, people's hairlines are always what i see first. i've been the first witness to so, so many fake blondes accidentally showing their dark roots or to dudes going bald. i'm sorry! i'm just freakishly tall! i can't not look down at all your heads unless i'm kneeling down on the ground. i'm not trying to spy on or judge the state of your hair, i promise.

what's your eye color?

brown! justice for brown eyes, the best eye color. i love being able to go out in the sun and not have my eyeballs bleached by the light. also, there's really not that many brown eyes in my family, so that's kind of fun. i'm a special boy.

scary movies or happy endings?

why not both? i love a good blair witch project, final destination moment. i also love a nice mushy gushy romantic movie with a happy ending. hell, i'd watch both in the same evening. start off with a fucked up horror movie and end it with pride and prejudice. sounds like a perfect night to me.

any special talents?

probably not anything relevant? i mean, i've played skyrim on survival mode without dying before. oh, and i guess back when i was still playing hockey, uh, a decade ago, i could score with the michigan goal pretty easily, which isn't all that common. in high school, i got my school the state championship win with that skill. but meh, i don't know how many people in the world know enough about hockey to care about that.

where were you born?

michigan! the part everyone forgets about, aka the upper peninsula, aka diet canada.

what are your hobbies?

i like to think i'm a well rounded person. i enjoy the super basic stuff like listening to music, but i'm also into into video games and tabletop RPGs like d&d. cooking and baking are fun for me, too. i did get into art semi-recently as well. i kind of had to have something i could do while laying down, like, 24/7 after i had spinal surgery.

if you're ever bored, just go fuck up your spine. you'll have SO much time on your hands to get new hobbies. actually, don't. please don't. i've been suffering for years and will continue to. i'm dying. don't be me. pretty please. pinky promise.

oh, duh, i also forgot that i'm into astronomy and um, planes. look, i'm not a car guy, i'm a plane guy. that's more fun, right?

have you any pets?

he's a cat named turtle, so, like, you know, the best cat in the world. sometimes i think about getting him a cat friend to hang out with but then i worry he'd get jealous, so i haven't done it. who am i to say whether or not he wants to live with a friend? or a sibling? being alone is so valid. i respect that.

what sports do you play/have you played?

oh, well, like i said, i played hockey for a really long time, like from, hmm, i think kindergarten and on! i even got a scholarship in college to play hockey. i'm glad to be done, though. some things ruined it for me. long story. but these days, uhh, i don't play any real sports anymore. i like hiking, you know, and i do work out at least every other day because it makes me feel better in a lot of ways, but that's kind of it. my sports days are over. i don't even skateboard anymore and i used to do that all the time.

how tall are you?

like 6'7" - though, i am rounding down a little bit. yes, down. not up. also, don't ask me how i ended up that tall. i have exactly one relative who is also tall. hi, chelsea! anyway, i am an accident or one hell of a joke. i'm laughing, i swear. it's very funny.

favorite subject in school?

i was overall a good student because i studied pretty hard but i was for sure a science and math kid. i loved physics in high school. and then in college, i got some way more fun science and math classes. just so you know, i am really holding back right now from rambling like a total nerd loser about my college classes...

but i mean, if you wanna learn about, i don't know, quantum mechanics or flight control systems, hit me up.

dream job?

that's such an easy question! when i was really, really young, i wanted to be a weather man, but then i changed my mind and wanted to be a pilot because, i don't know, i hit that time in every child's life where they have to become obsessed with a form of transportation. but then i never let that obsession go. my parents wanted me to be a doctor the whole time, though, but eww, no, i'm good. anyway, the dream of flying planes never died and somehow it worked out. now if i could just, uh, you know, go back to that job soon, that'd be sick.

#tag games #hlcn: grant #hlcn: oc info #hlcn: story extras #i live for happy rambly silly goofy mood grant #he's so baby girl #he's also 100% the kind of person that says UHHH UMMM YEAH SO LIKE UMMM way too much #he's also definitely one of those people who cannot tell a coherent story #it's always “yeah so this happened OH AND WAIT UH SO LIKE YES ACTUALLY BACKSTORY FIRST okay so then next after that”#“anna write less than 50 words per question challenge” coming soon #jk we all know that's not gonna happen #it's the autism i must communicate unnaturally #also *continues talking* sorry i'm being so bad about asks and tag games recently #i'm not ignoring y'all i swear!! i'm just dying and drowning in homework

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