#🩹🩹🩹 nothing to see here

[heartsfourdazai]

when they walk in on you changing

dazai, atsushi, chuuya, fyodor, akutagawa

warnings: lowercase writing, suggustive? (not to extreme), cursing!

a/n: reader is referred as they/them! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! this is also my first time writing for fyodor!!! plz expect him to be so out of character- 🙃 also- i can't speak russian- so apologies for any spelling mistakes- i used google translate...part two??

dazai osamu 🩹

stop.

he would become such a flirt.

after a long day of work, there was nothing more he wanted than to come home and be greeted by his sweet belladonna.

by long i mean him literally just annoying kunikida to death and not lifting a finger- barely.

the sound of the keys clashing together was deaf in your ears as you were wearing headphones.

you were in your room, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear.

you were rummaging through your drawer, softly singing to yourself as you picked a pair of pajama pants.

meanwhile, your boyfriend has entered the apartment, locking the door behind him.

he called out for you, however no response was given.

he grew suspicious...but didn't panic.

he called out for you again, taking off his tan trenchcoat and hung it on the hook beside the front door.

as he entered deeper into the apartment, he heard the soft sound of your singing.

his eyes lingered over to the half-closed door of your bedroom you and he shared.

he peeked his eye in the crack- and smiled to himself. slowly he opened the door wider, watching you softly shake your butt as you vibed to your song.

headphones still upon your head.

dazai's smile turned into a smirk as he entered the room.

you picked a pair of pants- now putting them on- still unaware dazai was in the room as well.

before you could put your leg into the pant leg- you felt your right headphone lift upward, and a whisper tickled your ear.

"well~ this isn't what i was expecting when coming home~"

"HOLY SHI-"

you screamed.

throwing your pants at dazai's direction and fell backwards on the bedsheets.

his laughter filled the room as he held your pants in his arms- towering over you.

"DAZAI!!"

"hi 'donna~" he winked, and you blushed mad.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

you covered your body with the blankets as dazai gasped; "this isn't just your room! we share this room, remember?"

"I DON'T CARE IF IT'S THE PRESIDENTS ROOM- GET OUT!" you whined, throwing pillows at him and he held his arms up in defense.

"okay-okay! i'm leaving!" he laughed, starting to walk out of the room.

"eh- HEY! GIVE ME MY PANTS BACK!-DAZAI!"

when you finished changing, you awkwardly walked out of the room and peeked your head through the living room where you saw dazai lounging on the couch watching tv.

he noticed you from the corner of his eye and smirked, "and they return from their hiding~"

you blushed.

"shut up! i will shove a sock down your throat-"

"after seeing that body~ i hope it's more then a soc-"

you proceed to toss a pillow at him and tackle him- hitting him over and over again as he begged for mercy.

atsushi nakajima 🐯

dudes a sweetheart.

gives you privacy.

first- he woke you up.

in the sweetest way possible.

with a kiss on the nose, leading to your cheeks, neck, jaw, bridge of your nose, forehead, temple..until he reached your lips.

he smiled hearing you stir awake, "morning, sunshine.." he whispered, brushing your bangs away from your face.

"..mornin'.." you yawned, rubbing your eyes.

he giggled at your cat like strech and kissed your cheek, getting out from under the covers...that just lead to you hiding under all of them- having all the room to yourself.

"you have to get up to, y'know?" he reminded, peeking at the clock that read 5: 56, "we have work!"

all you did was nod.

he smiled and left the room- going to the bathroom with his dress attire.

2 minutes passed and he has yet to come back to the room, so you assumed you'd just get changed here.

so you rolled out of bed, getting your work attire set and ready.

you pulled your shirt off your body, and laid it on your bed. you took your pants off- and was about to put on the pants until you heard the door open.

as atsushi opened the door; you whip your head toward him as you yelped and fell onto the bed and backwards onto the floor.

"OH my god- Y/N!!" he cried, rushing over to you and was about to ask if you were okay until he noticed...you were half-naked.

he screamed, apologies left and right, up and down until he covered his eyes and ran backward, hitting the bed and falling the same way you did perviously.

"I'M SO SORRY BABE- I-I DIDNT KNOW- OH I'M SO SORRY!!!"

as you both were a blushing mess, atsushi ran out.

5 minutes later, you exited the room and saw atsushi in the living room.

he was biting his nails and bouncing his leg.

until he noticed your figure.

"Y/N- i'm so sorry!! i didn't mean to walk in on you- i had no idea! i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable─"

you cupped his face and laughed, "it's okay- atsushi! it was an accident!"

he felt glad you weren't upset with him- and made sure to always make sure to knock when he knows your in the room.

chuuya nakahara 🍷

like atsushi.

he's a gentlemen and respects your privacy.

it was late, and chuuya called to let you know he was working overtime.

your heart flutters each time he lets you know because he remembers you- even doing the most deadliest of jobs known to man.

as he was at work you had the apartment all to yourself; which you of course took advantage of him not being here.

you looked through he wine collection, tasting the ones that seemed to interest you.

you looekd through his hat collection; aka basically his closet- and had your own small fashion show.

hours passed- and the time was 12:26pm.

you didn't get his message about him coming home; so your boyfriend entered the apartment.

"y/n- i'm home!

silence.

he heard some music echo from your bedroom; which sparks his curiousity.

he slowly walked toward the room, and opened he door.

"y/n-"

"CHUUYA!!"

you screamed, having nothing but your pants on and putting on the shirt until you heard him walk in.

his eyes widened as he closed the door- apologizing.

silence.

awkward silence.

as you left your room after getting changed, you found chuuya sitting on the couch leaning forward and playing with ths fingers.

"oh- y/n! h-how was your day?" he asked, suddenly noticing you and sat more comfortably on the couch.

you had a blush on your face as you nod, "my day was...good."

he placed his lips together to make a straight line and nodded; "that's-good.."

you suddenly burst out into laughter, causing him to now blush.

"what-what's so funny?"

"your-haha!-more embarrassed then-haha-i was!!"

he turned red and looked away from you, crossing his arms.

"i-shut up! lock the damn door next time!"

fyodor dostoevsky 🫀

bastard.

FOUCKING bastard.

you begged him; getting on all fours and to his feet; and begged him to take you to the pool he owned...somehow...for some reason (just go with it PLZ)

with a sigh, he agreeded and allowed you to have; what- 3 hours of the pool to yourself?

you ran- SPEED RAN- to your bedroom and packed for the pool.

you know- the essentials. swimsuit, towel, slippers/flip-flops, etc.

he watched you get ready with a sly smile on his face from his desk.

the way you got so excited to go to this pool- pleased him??? idk, he just felt good- anyway.

you called out to him that you'll see him in the pool as well??

hm- we'll see.

timeskip to you reaching the indoor pool.

it was HUGE.

WHY WAS HE KEEPING THIS FROM YOU- WHO EVEN IS HE??

oh yeah- nvm. lmao.

you rushed to the change rooms, excited to step into the pool.

you've been stressed all week; unable to find any relaxation at all- accept this one time...you are 100% taking advantage of this!

because- we'll it was empty, you decided to just change in the middle of the room where the room was.

you took of your shirt- revealing your bare skin.

next was your pants.

as you took them off; you noticed your butt in the mirror reflection-

oh.

okay.

damn, fyodor, that lucky bastard.

you grinned to yourself- wiggling your butt side to side and giggled to yourself.

then, you slapped it gently.

and again- then moved up down your thigh.

suddenly- you heard a familair voice-

"would you rather spend your hours looking at yourself in the mirror; or go in the pool with me? because- i can take either or."

with a scream you bounced backwards toward the mirror.

"HOLY GRAVY AND CHEESE-"

you blushed- realizing it was fyodor.

you quickly tried to grab your towel and wrap it around yourself. before you could try to wrap it all around your body- fyodor suddenly appeared in front of you.

HOW DID HE GET HERE SO FAST-

he rubbed a hand on your hip, close to your stomach.

"hm~ you've been hiding this beautiful body from me for weeks, дорогой?"

you blushed hard. feeling his hot breath on your neck-

"f-fyodor..too-close.."

he kissed your lips, cutting you off.

you melted into fast...

you pulled away panting..

"pool?"

he asked and you nodded slowly...

giggling softly..

"i'm ready when you are..."

akutagawa rynnosuke 🩸

he would be embarrassed

awkwardly leave the room...with a blush on his face.

it was late at night, time was around 11:34pm.

you were tired when you got home from work.

your a member of the ADA; yet dating one of the most dangerous port mafia members.

entering your apartment, you kicked of your shoes and left your coat on the floor.

you had no idea akutagawa was home so when you entered your bedroom you shared with him.

you took off your pants and went to the drawer to pick some pants.

as you found pants, you put them on. now taking off your shirt.

meanwhile, akutagawa exits from the bathroom and walked toward the bedroom.

he didn't notice it a crack open, so as he enters.

you freeze.

he freezes.

he has a blush on his face as he looked at your upper bare body.

you blushed.

he slowly closed the door and left..

you were red.

he just..left?

said nothing?

well what was he suppose to say??

minutes after you finished changing into your pajamas...you went to find akutagawa.

he was just in the living room, staring into a void.

you walked toward him slowly...

"ryu?"

he looked at you and was about o leave-

"wait!!" you stopped him.

"are you okay?"

he held his head low.

"i didn't mean to walk in on you...i assumed you thought i was a creep and so i left...i should be asking if your okay.."

you frowned, "aku- aha! it's okay- your my partner!! it's okay to see each other naked...even if its accidental..." you shrugged.

he nods slightly and held your hand, "please let me know if i ever make you uncomfortable...i hate knowing i did..."

you kisses his knuckles, "of course~ i love you!"

"....i love you, too."

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[🌸] careful pt.1 w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / fluff 🌸 / idol!txt / non.idol!you / minor cursing (none with ill-intention!) / mentions of small injuries, blood and bruises (nothing serious!) ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 2,494 words ✿ in which he get injured and you tend to his injury… edit: pt.2 here is here! [masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut! / @kflixnet​ 🩹

[🐰] soobin the soft gasp that leaves soobin’s lips comes involuntarily the second he feels a prick on his fingertip. apparently, it was loud enough to make you look up from what you were doing (which was spreading jam on the toast), eyes widening at the sight of red dots forming on his skin.

before he can do anything about it, your hands already soothe his grip away that he has to succumb to you tending to him quietly. he watches attentively as you attend to him. using a damp tissue to wipe away the blood, then patting it dry with another piece of tissue.when you set his hand down on the counter, he remains unmoving as he watches you peel open the bandaid. you pick his hand up, making sure he has it hovered in your direction so you can wrap where he's cut himself. the moment you're done, you let go of him just so you can get a good look at him.

he has this apologetic look on his face but still so–"be careful," you mutter under your breath, using a hand to nudge the side of his head. 

he scoffs a laugh at the change of your demeanor when he knows for a fact you meant well given the look of concern in your eyes. as you turn to dispose of the scraps, you feel arms sliding around your waist. it makes you smile when soobin hooks his chin on your shoulder, chest molding against your back as he hums against the side of your head, "thank you."

tl;dr: silent at first but turns to a pile of mush when he processes what had just happened or what you did for him. he knows he can be a bit clumsy sometimes and being loud can scare him at times. so he’ll really, really appreciate if you were quiet and calm with his carelessness and the attentiveness you show him truly melts him into a puddle. such a big softie, but doesn’t forget to show and tell you he’s grateful for you.

[🦊] yeonjun the loud thud that comes from the living room is what pries you from the confines of your shared bedroom. you walk out to see yeonjun on the floor, clutching his ankle with clenched-shut eyes. yeonjun is prepared for the way his ankle stings but he finds that his hands are being brushed away. he carefully peels his eyes open to see that you're here with him, cream for strained muscles in one hand, the other pushing up the cuff of his pants.

“hey..." he mumbles, trying to grab back his ankle, but you hush him and tell him to–"stay still. don't do anything."

he's about to object, mouth opening and all but when you turn to look at him with a slight glare, he closes his mouth and seals it shut. 

"hold this up," you instruct, motioning for your hands to hold up one side of his pant leg. he nods without a word and puts his hands there so that both of your hands are free to get to work. he yelps at the initial pain as you start to massage his ankle. he could've sworn he noticed the way your eyes widen with worry, and immediately you adjust your pressure so it's not as hard. in gentle circular motions, yeonjun feels the pain start to alleviate. he still needs to go to the clinic for a checkup but this... this soothed his heart better than any medicine.

when you're done, you attempt to get up from the floor but find that you can't when yeonjun has a hand on your wrist. the cold side of you diminishes at the sight of yeonjun's wide eyes, the small pout on his face. you sigh and let go of whatever was in your hands, crawling over to him to give him a hug. he breathes out a relieved sigh and curls his arms around you, burying his face in your neck with a murmured thank you, dunno what i'd do without you.

tl;dr: now, you can’t be mad at yeonjun given that he would probably injure himself by working too hard or wearing himself thin. he gives a hundred percent and more in almost everything he does so he’d definitely be at your mercy if you tend to his wounds or injuries during one of those moments. he’ll try to be chatty about it but would be quick to shut it if he sees that you’re not in the mood to talk (knowing very well he’d react the same seeing his loved one in pain). after he sees you’re done tending to him, though, expect to shower this man with love and affection because c’mon, you can’t deny that face.

[🐯] beomgyu it was barbeque night, which meant that beomgyu would be tending the grill with yeonjun like most nights. you were there to help kai and soobin with drinks, while taehyun set up the table. today, however, you were in charge of setting up the table next to where the boys were manning the grill. a slight slip of hand causes beomgyu to yelp. yeonjun flinches at the sound that spiked through the noisy environment, while you get up to–"yah..." beomgyu whines under his breath, turning to you the second he hears you moving past him.

he holds his wrist out, jutting his bottom lip as if to silently say hey… look at this… you spare him a couple of seconds, then you sigh as you lightly brush the side of his arm to get back into the house. yeonjun tries to intercept, his hand darting out to grab onto beomgyu's wrist but–"dude, let me see," yeonjun huffs when beomgyu doesn't allow yeonjun to help.

all beomgyu does is wait as he holds up the tongs to keep yeonjun at his place. five, four, three–"c'mere," your voice is soft, but it is commanding enough that beomgyu follows your voice. he mindlessly shoves the tongs into yeonjun's hands (who mutters what the hell?! as he tries to hold onto it before it falls). beomgyu presses his lips to a thin line as he stands by you sitting down by the table, a small first aid kit popped open. he lets out a soft ah! as you wipe down on the red patch, but when you peek up at him, he slowly closes his mouth to form a small smile.

you scoff a laugh, applying a cooling gel before wrapping loosely a layer of bandage on his wrist. before you can go back inside to put the first aid kit away, beomgyu's quick to hold your hand to stop you. just as you look over your shoulder, beomgyu lunges forward to kiss your cheek. you can't even be mad when he's smiling at you like that; sparks twinkling in his eyes. you shake his hand off so you can ruffle his hair, then nudge him by the cheek, "careful, you idiot."

"your idiot!" beomgyu calls out when you turn your back and walk away.

tl;dr: could go one of both ways. one, he’ll be the biggest baby and want you to baby him, or two, he’ll brush it off like it’s nothing because he doesn’t want you to worry. whichever one, though, it always ends with you tending to him (even if he didn’t intend for you to find out in the first place). given his bold and loud character, he wouldn’t mind if you’re teasing him about it to make light of the situation, but he would appreciate it just as much if you were calm and quiet about it, just patiently attending to his injuries. whichever one it is, though, the fact that you show you care about him to take care of him is enough to make him admire you quietly (and loudly afterward).

[🐿] taehyun the minute you hear a muffled aish! coming from the bathroom, you're already stopping whatever you're doing to head toward the sound. nudging the door open, you're seeing taehyun in his boxers with a razor in his hand, remnants of shaving cream on his chin with a small cut lining the side of his jaw.

"it's nothing, it's just a small–"taehyun's cut off when you tsk at him and snatch the razor from his hand. "hey..." he mumbles when you ignore him, merely holding him by the shoulder so you can lean in to help him shave the remaining areas. he can't even say anything and resort to staying still so you can help him until you're done.

when you are, you wash the razor and reach for a cloth to wet it in the sink. you turn back to him to clean his chin, along his jaw, and the sides of his cheeks. after that, you reach for the packet of small bandaids specifically for this reason in the mirror cabinet. retrieving a piece and closing it, you look up to see taehyun keeping a straight face over your shoulder.

it makes you click your tongue, deciding to shove the bandaid into his hands but he's steady enough to grip your hands before you can pull away completely, with a smile spreading on his face, "ah... not gonna help me until the end?"

you scoff and try to shake his hands off, to no avail when he still has this shit-eating grin on his face. you let him hold onto your hands as you huff at him, "what're you all smiley for?"

"i mean... i got someone who cares for me when i get hurt. what's there not to smile about?"

you huff and use a hand to hit his chest, "you weren't even gonna call me for help."

he raises a brow with a chuckle, "it's just a small cut. nothing i can't handle."

when you meet his eyes with a frown, he gives in almost too quickly with a laugh. "ah... okay, okay. i'll call you next time, okay? i'll be so hopelessly annoying you'd wish i'd never called for your help."

you don't respond, only frowning deeper with the lines creasing your forehead. he laughs harder, but stops eventually as he lifts up the piece of bandaid.

"okay, i'll stop. could you please help me?"

you nudge his hands away so you can take back the piece of bandaid, stepping closer and ripping apart the wrapper so you can place the bandaid carefully on him to seal up the small cut. when you're done, you grab the scraps and intend on leaving the bathroom, but taehyun's arms around your waist prohibit you from doing so. he turns you to face the mirror, where you're able to see his smile peeking from over your shoulder.

"i know i was messing around earlier, but now i am going to call you for help."

you use a hand to crumple the trash, the other free to rub his bare arms around you. "why?"

"because when you do it, it doesn't hurt anymore."

you can't even be mad when you know based on taehyun's voice alone, he's being genuine and sincere. (that handsome, idiotic little shit)

tl;dr: this boy would be well-prepared to handle it on his own and he kind of means it when he says he’s okay because he’ll know how to ask for help when he really needs it. plus, he wouldn’t want you to worry for nothing. but when he sees how much it makes you feel better that you get to help him, in all honesty, it makes him feel better knowing that you’re here to tend to him, too. so he’ll give in once in a while to allow you to tend to him but for the most part, if it’s nothing he can’t handle, he’ll probably deal with it himself. (and wait for you to find out later because you kissing his wrapped injuries are just as rewarding, too)

[🐧] kai in kai's defense, he hadn't quite noticed it throughout his day nor did the people around him. however, you wouldn't just be anyone if you didn't call him to–"stop right there, kai kamal huening."

it makes his shoulders rise at the use of his full name and he certainly turns to stone when you speak in that tone. he waits until you walk up to him before he can head to the bathroom, merely standing by the hallway as you grab ahold of his arm to gently turn him around.

he frowns at the sight of your frown, his free hand reaching up to cup the side of your head, "hey, what's wrong?"

"does it hurt?" you ask over his words, lifting the sleeve of his shirt to reveal the bruise along his biceps.

his eyes follow yours to now spot the purplish mark that he–quite honestly–didn't notice was there before. he gapes, eyes widening, "uh... i don't know. probably not because i didn't even know it was there and–ah!" he yelps when you gently press your fingers to it.

you huff and proceed to grip his wrist so you can pull him to follow you to the kitchen. he stands there and watches as you pry through the cabinets until you find what you're looking for. once you have it in your hands, you chuck it in his direction, which he catches by a split of chance.

"apply this after your shower," you cross your arms in front of your chest, remaining a couple of steps away. he quietly obliges as he heads to the bathroom. 

a good fifteen minutes later, though, he's approaches you as you sit in bed, phone in your hands. he sits beside you and holds the tube of cream out, smiling at you, "help me, please?"

you heave a deep sigh and put your phone to the side, peeling the cream from his hands and effectively making him smile wider by the second. 

"no," you answer, yet, your hands are proving otherwise when you start to nudge his sleeve and he holds it up so you can help apply the cream. as your fingers begin to massage the bruise lightly, the way he watches you is what diminishes your anger when he's looking at you with that much adoration in his eyes.

"stop looking at me like that," you mutter under your breath, looking at the bruise on his arm.

"like what?" he chuckles, "like i'm in love with you? because i am."

"i'll make it hurt," you threaten, gently squeezing his arm. he shrugs, "won't hurt because it's you."

"cheeseball." you scoff.

"just the way you like it." he winks.

tl;dr: this poor boy wouldn't even know he's hurt in the first place until you point it out. honestly, the people around him might not even notice because of the way he acts but when you notice these things, it makes his heart full knowing you pay that much attention to him. he truly appreciates it and he knows it can be worrying for you (since he worries just as much about you) so he'll try to lighten the mood with his playful behavior. yet, he knows the time and place to act appropriately if you feel that worried, to begin with. this cute fluffball will fall in love with you, even more, each time you tend to his injuries.

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[spookyscarydemonbabe]

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Congrats on 1500!

thank you my love 🥹🫶🥰 and thank you for sticking around so long 😘 i adore always seeing your requests in my inbox and getting your messages 🖤🖤🖤

(tbh i really didn’t think i’d even get to this point 😂)

“There baby, you can barely even notice it.” You said as you gently applied the bandage to Eddie’s forehead. He groaned, looking in the mirror and seeing not only a decently sized red bump, but a bruise right on his forehead.

He didn’t mean for those shelves to break, especially not right on his head, and definitely not under the circumstances he thought. It was rare when Eddie wasn’t being at least a little rough when you were making love, he always got a little more into it than he thought.

His hands were on your hips, guiding your body back into him as the thrusted into you from behind, your pretty hair sprawled across one of his pillows as you were biting into it to not bother the neighbors anymore than his headboard banging into the wall was. Even then he could see the little screws starting to give in his wall, but all he could focus on was you and how amazing he was making you feel.

Getting you off was much more important to him than getting himself off. What a gentleman.

With a few final thrusts into you he stayed still, keeping you full for another few moments and leaning down to gently kiss a trail down your spine before slowly pulling out of you. He wanted you to miss having him inside you even if it was just for a few moments switching positions.

“Sit up baby girl,” His arms reached down to help you up, gently petting out the little tangles from your hair as his bare chest was against your back, “you’re on top now. Is that alright? Think those sore little legs can handle it?” He said with a smirk.

No words left your lips. Just a gentle nod and a quiet ‘mm-hmm’ as you moved back onto his mattress, giving him enough room to lay back and watch as you straddled him.

He smiled at his work. Watching how slowly you crawled over him, your body dragging along his, your soft hands moving up his chest and into his hair, gently combing your fingers through the ends and twirling them around your fingers. His curls always looked so pretty when he was laid back underneath you.

He places his hands onto your hips and as he slowly guided you down onto him, he made the mistake of adjusting himself on the bed, the headboard banging against the wall one final time before the nails holding up that shelf finally gave in.

SMACK! Right onto his forehead.

It left behind a pretty nasty gash on his forehead, not to mention a few decently sized holes in the wall from being nearly ripped out. He was thankful his little trinkets and figures were unharmed.

After a little bit of cleanup, and a hasty change into your pajamas, you could see that it was just a little cut. Nothing a kiss and a bandaid couldn’t fix. And maybe a few days of applying Neosporin.

Eddie groaned as you leaned over him, placing a very gentle kiss on top of the bandaid.

“You’ll be alright Eddie, your hair covers up most of it so i don’t think anyone will notice much more than the bandaid.”

He sighed as he sat there, looking in the mirror at himself, his eyes moving back and forth from himself to you again before a slight smirk came to his lips.

“Everything alright?” You asked him, placing your hand onto his shoulder.

Eddie laughed before turning to look at you,

“Wayne’s gonna be so fucking pissed when he sees that wall…”

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[stuniolobbg]

Idol pt2 🤍

Warnings: suggestive, swearing

Matts Pov

I run out my room into the kitchen and see nick with A massive smile on my face

“Why are you so smiley tuff guy” Nick says with a smirk “Y/N HAS OUR FUCKING MERCH! SHE KNOWS WHO WE ARE! WHO I AM!” I say grinning from ear to ear

Nicks jaw dropped “you should dm her see if she wants to be on the podcast or something!” Chris overhears and walks into the kitchen “who do you guys want on the podcast?”

I smile “y/n y/l/n” Chris looks confused “why the fuck would one of the best actresses out their today want to be on our podcast” i open my phone and show Chris the paparazzi photos and he stares at I for a second “no. Fucking. Way.” He says looking like he’s in complete shock “dm her for sure. This could be great. We’d make thousands off of this!” Chris says with a wide smile “and on top of that you get to meet your idol Matt!”

I click on her instagram profile to dm her and see a new post

Y/n y/l/n *posted 10 minutes ago*

@sturnioloclothing @freshloveclothing @matthewsturniolo @nicolassturniolo @christophersturniolo look what camee 🥹, just the weekly photo dump love y’all

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Y/n.y/l/n.issocool: LITERAL GODESS

Sturniolo.girl: SHES A STURNIOLO FAN WHATT

Nicolassturniolo✅: let’s trip hoodie goes hardd

*liked by creator*

Nick.girl: OMG HI NICK

I like the post and comment ‘love the hoodie! 🤍’ and dm her shortly after saying

‘hey y/n I don’t know how I have the courage to say this but would you like to be on a podcast? We would be honoured to have you on here and I’m sure both of our fans would love it. I’m still getting over the fact that you know who we are let alone ENJOY our content. You’re literally my idol! Hope this gets to you all the love M.S🤍’

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Y/ns pov

I see a notification pop up on my phone and it’s a dm from MATT STURNIOLO! I read the dm and reply

‘There’s no way I’ve just been invited on your podcast. You’re joking me right?? I’d love to!! But the problem is the only day off I have for the next two months is in two days for 3 days so I don’t know if you’re schedules free. Let me know whenever you can!’

‘I’m YOUR idol?! I don’t know if you know but you’re my comfort person and you and your brothers are my idols I don’t know what I’d do without you all you’ve all helped me so much and I appreciate you three more than you know. So it honestly warms my heart to know I inspire you!! Love you all. Y/n 🩶’

I put my phone down and smile

-

Matts Pov

I read her reply and respond

‘In two sounds great! We’ll even book you a hotel room to say thanks if you wanna hang after filming it’s up to you🤍. Happy to hear we’ve helped you it’s what we’re here for. M.S❕🤍🩹’

“Guys she’s agreed to be on the podcast I’m so fucking exited” I say to Chris and Nick and they just smile and Chuckle at me “just try not to get hard when she’s here” Chris says sarcastically and Nick chuckles ‘holy shit. What if I can’t control myself around her and get a fucking hard on in front of heer’ I think to myself I laugh along with the joke and then swallow hoping that doesn’t happen

-

2 days later

Y/ns pov

I just got off the plane from Chicago, signed a few autographs and put my bags in my hotel room. I then have an everything shower do my skincare hair and Makeup and put on my new green fresh love tracksuit.

-

I’m outside the sturniolos apartment and knock on the door. Nick answers with a smile on his face

“Oh my fucking god. Y/n y/l/n is stood outside MY house come on in!”. I chuckle as I walk in and take off my orange Jordan ones that match the set “the pleasure is mine”

“Sick shoes, they look fucking awesome” i hear someone say from the top of the stairs. It was Chris I smile and say “thanks!”

I walk upstairs and see Matt instantly runs up to me and hugs me tight I hug him back he pulls away “sorry if i got in your personal space. I’m just really excited” he says blushing slightly I chuckle and say “it’s nothing I don’t mind giving hugs. You think that’s bad? you should see what other fans do” he smiles bashfully as we walk into the podcast studio

-

After the podcast we hang out eat food, went for a late night drive to a gas station for snacks (Nick made us stop at Dairy Queen), watch movies and before we knew it it was 4am “oh shit it’s 4am” I say looking at them “it’s okay you can stay here if you want” Nick says with a smile “really? I don’t wanna get all up in your space.” I smile “sure you can “ Matt says and Chris nods in agreement “t-thankyou” I say with a smile “you can sleep in my room tonight if you want” Matt says and Chris smirks. My heart starts pounding out of my chest “would you be comfortable with that?” I looking at him trying so hard not to blush “yeah of course!” Matt said smiling “oh shit…my pyjamas are at my hotel.” I say awkwardly “it’s alright, you can borrow some of my stuff if you’re comfortable with that” Matt says “really? Thankyou!?”

-

Matts Pov

I give her a white tshirt and a pair of pyjama pants “here” I say with a smile “thankyou so much!” She says smiling

My god. That fucking smile

“N-no problem” I say smiling “Where do I change?” She asks innocently

Here. In front of me. Right fucking here

“My bathrooms just out there” I point to my door “thankyou” she says smiling Again

Fuck that smile.

she walks away into the bathroom and as I hear the rustling of fabric I instantly feel myself getting hard

Shit.

An: part twoooo hope y’all like 🤍

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader

[jeffersimp]

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭

See my masterlist here!

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×A/N×

Hi! I finally made Nathan Prescott headcanons! TwT

I hope this is not as short as my other headcanons... And I hope you guys will enjoy! ^^

If you find english mistakes, sorry about that, it's not my first lengauge! 😅

Btw, if your want to listen some musics for my headcanons, or maybe later, I updated my Nathan Prescott playlist!

Enjoy! 💕

×❢ About my work ❢×

so much fluff, one part of dirty minded Nathan, the reader is in a realitionship with Nathan, Victoria is not a b!tch to the reader, a bit of swearing, talking a bit about Mark is hot, for any gender

Fandom: Life is Strange

Character: Nathan Prescott

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(The picture is not mine!)

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears For Fears

“Help me to decide Help me make the Most of freedom and of pleasure Nothing ever lasts forever

Everybody wants to rule the world

There's a room where the light won't find you Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down When they do, I'll be right behind you”

• You usally give him a lot of hugs

• He thinks that you're cute

• Sometimes you guys just sit in his rooms, you rest on his chest, while he's smoking

• You want to help him

• You listening his problems, thoughts, try to make his life a bit easier

• You care about him, and he knows it

• And he's so greatful about that and it makes him feel better

• You want to let know with him that you will always be here for him, no matter what happens

• You always want to make him laugh or just smile

• Because he looks so sweet when he does it and it's makes you happy

• You also love feeding his ego

• And he loves it when you do it

• "Damn, this shirt really looks good on you" you said with flirtatious smile on your face.

"I know." he said with a smug smirk.

You chuckle, while he looks for another clothes for the Vortex party.

• Sometimes you two just listen some music silently and alone

• Or Victoria joins to you

• When Victoria is here, you three talks about other classmates of yours

• Or about teachers

• "To be honest, Mark is hot." she said while does her makeup.

Nathan goes silent.

"Mr Jefferson?" you ask curiosly.

"Yeah! Don't you think?"

"Well…" you start thinking of you answer.

"You actually thinks that an old, hipster professor hotter than me?" Nathan says while he act he was insulted.

You chuckle while you give him a little kiss on his cheek.

"Never." you say kindly.

"Eww, get a room." Victoria chuckles.

You start to laugh.

• He doesn't really like to feel sad and uptight

• But when he does that, you always here to comfort him

• "When I was six years old, my father shouted me that I'm worthless" he says silently, while his gaze gets darker.

You start to feel angry while he says that.

"Welp" you start to speak in an uptight tounge "your dad is an asshole. And I think you're amazing!"

Nathan silently chuckles.

"Thanks Y/N!" he slowly close his eyes, but while you snuggle up to him. "I love you!" he says calmly.

"I love you too!"

• But sometimes he can get really dirty minded

• Nathan listened music, he got lost in his thougts while he waited for you to be ready.

"Okay, be honest" you say it as you finally got ready and walk over to him "do I look shitty, or very shitty?" you still adjust your party clothes.

Nathan gives you a smug, playful smirk as he looks at you.

"You look hot as always." he says with a smug smile while you start blush a little. "But trust me, you'll look more beautiful if I'll take off your clothes." he winks at you playfully.

You feel that your face starts to burn.

"Eww" you start chuckle "Why are you so dirty minded always?"

Nathan starts to laugh.

• Sometimes you guys out of the school, and play basketball, football or something else

• Or you guys just walking around Blackwell

• "You really want to see me playing basketball? Me?" you start pointing at yourself.

"Stop whining like a little girl! I'll teach you." he smiles at you encouraginly.

You sigh. "Okay, let's start…"

• He wants your attention everytime

• You sigh.

"Nathan, I need to study!" you say it tiredly.

"You can study later." he grabs your book and takes down to the table. After that he leans into your lap.

You smile at him tiredly as you shook your head.

#nathan prescott #nathan prescott x reader #nathan x reader #lis #lis 1 #life is strange 1 #life is strange #life is strange x reader #nathan life is strange #nathan prescott imagine #nathan prescott lis #life is strange imagine #fluff #life is strange playlist #nathan prescott playlist #so much fluff #Spotify

[teenandbeyond]

Hanta Sero x Reader

Since my Tumblr on my laptop was acting suuuper buggy* Excuse the quality.

(⁠☞⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠☞(⁠☞⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠☞(⁠☞⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠☞

Want more from me? Masterlist

🩹Christmas Love🩹 (BNHA)

Warning(s): Fluff

Sero takes you out on a date or... You take him out???

🩹🩹🩹🩹🩹🩹🩹🩹

Before Sero’s knuckle could leave your door, it was open in a rush.

He jumped back in surprise, but couldn’t hold back the fond smile at what he saw.

You grinned wide, jumping in excitement, “Hanta! It’s snowing on Christmas! In Japan!”

“I know, can’t say I expected to wake up to it.”

You hurried back in to put on your cute Christmas coat and boots you liked before closing the door behind you.

He sighed, the puff of air visible with the chill, “Looks like our original plan won’t work with all this snow.”

Your grin was wide, “That’s okay. We can improvise.”

He yelped as you quickly grabbed his hands, dragging him along. Then he chuckled.

“I’m coming, baby. I promise.”

“Then put those nice thighs of yours to use and walk faster!”

✧*̥˚ *̥˚✧

“So, what are we doing first on this improvised date of ours?”

You didn’t answer, too focused on all the pretty Christmas decor decorating different places.

“[Name]?”

“Hmm…? Oh! We should check out the antique Christmas stand first!”

You dashed away, Sero having to rush after you.

“Hello, sir. You have such pretty things here,” you were looking with interested eyes after a polite bow.

“Oh, yes. I have old Christmas gadgets from all over the world here—I’m quite a collector, but I’m getting older you see. I’d like to let you younger folk gain happiness from them like I did at your age.”

Sero watched you look at everything with a soft smile.

He loved you so much.

As if you felt his eyes, you looked at him, only to shyly smile at the burning gaze and busy yourself with a Santa plate.

And you didn’t even know it.

The two of you hadn’t exchanged the ‘L’ word yet.

It wasn’t because he was so busy at UA, because you visited him every other day with special permission.

Or because you hadn’t gone on too many dates.

It was fear, he’d met you during the break before high school started. And you hadn’t known each other long before he’d gone through USJ. You were a rock he hadn’t known he needed.

You stuck by him. Helped him with his studies, helped him just get a break from it all, and comforted him after each villain situation.

He fell for you, it was impossible not to with how kind of a soul you were, and you fell for him.

So you made it official. But things were still kind of fresh.

So he thought it would be too soon to tell you…. ‘[Name]! I’m in love with you!’

So he just kept all that deep love in, letting enough of it seep out and pass as ‘like’.

Even though what he felt was so much more deeper and passionate than the simple feeling of ‘like’. ‘Liking’ was a boy’s feeling, he was a man that loved you.

But…what if you didn’t feel the same?

“Hanta? Are you still there or did you freeze from the cold?”

He snapped out of it, eyes meeting your amused ones.

“Yeah, just…You’re really cute right now.”

That look, so full of something you couldn’t place had you playing with your gloves. It was too intense.

“W-well anyway, I decided to get this,” you showed him your choice. “Let’s go!”

You zoomed away, but something caught his eye before he could follow you.

A gold carnation necklace.

“Ah, yes. It isn’t necessarily Christmas-themed, but I wanted to get rid of it.”

“How much is it?” he looked back up to the seller.

The elder man smiled at him, “Free of charge. You can take it.”

“There’s no way I could—”

“I know a man in love when I see it. Carnations are a wonderful flower to show that love with—and it’s old, nothing I can do with it. Go ahead!”

“Thank you.”

The seller put the necklace box into a pretty bag.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Yes, you too.”

You patiently waited a distance away, looking in different directions to find where Sero had disappeared to.

“Sorry, I got caught up buying something.”

“That’s okay! I noticed there was a hot chocolate stand not too far from here, let’s go there next!”

Sero just followed like the dutiful boyfriend he was, though he had to admit, once it cooled down a little, the hot chocolate was delicious.

The two of you continued walking, holding each other’s free hand as you talked about anything coming to mind.

Then Sero got bumped into.

“Ah!”

“Sorry!”

“Hanta! Are you okay?”

He waved off the person so they wouldn’t keep feeling bad.

You pulled him to the side to check his hand.

With the pout, you checked his hand, body hovering over it to block some of the cold.

“I told you you should’ve worn gloves…that would've helped a little.

“I wasn’t thinking about it.”

He watched as you took care of his hand, so gentle with him, checking how he was feeling.

You were always gentle and caring with him.

That’s why…

“I love you.”

Crap, did he say that out loud?

Your hands paused just as you placed one of your gloves on his wrapped hand.

“Uh, [Name] I—I shouldn’t have—”

“—Do you mean it?”

He couldn’t lie to you.

“...Yes. I love you so much it–it doesn’t make any sense. I love how much you care for me. I love when you’re so happy your face lights up. I love when you’re sad and come to me, wanting me to make you feel better. I love everything about you…” he looked away from you, “I know it’s kind of soon, but I just can’t help it. I–”

“—Love you, too.”

“Wait, huh?”

Your smile was soft and happy, “I love you, too. I had been hoping you felt the same way. I was going to ask you later today.”

Now Sero was happy, a bubbly grin stretching onto his face, “Wow. This is the greatest Christmas present ever—And I didn’t even need the necklace.”

“What necklace?”

He shyly rubbed his neck, “I, um—That man from the store gave me a necklace—A flower to confess love or something.”

“I’ll still take it. Just to be sure you really love me.”

“Of course, I love you! I’m serious!”

“I’m just teasing, Hanta. I know.”

“No. You need to be assured,” he went to attack your face with kisses.

“Stop! Your lips are cold!”

“Your face is hot enough to make up for it.”

“Shut up!”

“You loooove me.”

“You love me too, goof!”

#christmas #anime #bnha #teenandbeyond #mha fluff #fluff #hanta sero x reader #mha sero #bnha sero #hanta sero #gn reader #holiday #hanta Fluff #sero fluff

[bruh-changbin]

pleasure over pain (teaser)

part 2 to invasion of privacy

pairing: roommate!heeseung x afab reader

genre: smut, some angst, just over all stupidity (minors dni)

word count: TBD, approx. 6k

synopsis: after being subjected to listening to you bring a guy home, heeseung's forced to face how he feels about you. with some questionable advice from his friends, he finally begins to formulate a plan on how to talk to you without holing up

posting: october 19

a/n: HELLOOOO tumblr is being very weird rn and i can't tell if my tags aren't working or if i'm shadowbanned or if i'm just overreacting and everything's fine so i guess we'll see. i know lots of you have been waiting for the sister fic of invasion of privacy so here she is!!! i thank you all for being so patient 🤧🩹😸💗

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jay and jake’s basement; dubiously nicknamed ‘the cave’ by sunghoon.

‘the cave’ was gifted this nickname because it looks exactly like one - dark grey walls with pathetic little foggy rectangles for windows and a musty odour that can still be detected over copious amounts of air freshener.

the layout is simple enough; two bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, and quite literally the most miserable living room in existence. said living room consists of 3 crusty corduroy couches that form a ‘u’ shape facing a tv exploding with a multitude of wires and gaming consoles. the coffee table is a slab of wood placed on top of some milk crates, and the only decoration is a pylon that jake stole on a drunken night out. it’s the perfect hang out spot.

despite all of this, jay and jake happened to score the best rental situation out of the four of them. heeseung’s isn’t bad since he lives with you of course. sunghoon, who left housing to the last minute, is stuck renting a spare bedroom in the basement of an old lady’s townhouse - whenever she sees him she pinches his cheeks and calls him ‘munchkin’.

the energy in the cave today is different than usual. heeseung’s in the centre of the group therapy-esque semi-circle his friends have formed around him on the couches. jay and sunghoon stare at him in anticipation while jake fiddles with the fraying edge of the couch, clearly wishing they were playing video games or smoking weed instead.

“so,” jay starts after the four boys had been sitting in silence for several moments, “what’s going on heeseung?”

ah yes, the emergency text heeseung sent in the groupchat after his conversation with you this morning. where does he even begin?

“it’s about y/n…”

jake’s interest is piqued now, his head snapping up at the mention of girl talk.

jay speaks up, “what about y/n?”

“oh my god, did you two finally fuck? LETS GOOOO HEE!” this coming from jake, who’s about to start jumping up and down on the couch while sunghoon whoops in celebration.

“no, no, no! we didn’t… fuck” heeseung prefers saying ‘make love’ or ‘hook up’, he things ‘fuck’ is too vulgar and not romantic in the slightest.

“oh,” jake mutters, clearly disappointed.

“you know heeseung i don’t know why you get so flustered around her. it’s clear she likes you” jay folds his arms across his chest, making him look eerily similar to a suburban dad who loves golf.

“she likes me as a friend, nothing more.”

sunghoon furrows his brows, “what’s wrong with that?”

jake scoffs, “sunghoon, where have you been? heeseung likes y/n… more than a friend kind of like, you know?”

sunghoon raises his hands in defence, then offers his two cents: “why don’t you just take the horse by the reigns and make the first move?”

“i don’t know… i feel like she’ll think i’m a loser when she finds out that…” heeseung trails off.

“that you’re a virgin” jay finishes for him.

#enhypen smut #heeseung smut #lee heeseung smut #enhypen imagines #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen blurbs #enhypen x reader #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung x reader #✎ - pleasure over pain

[liodain]

Hello again! I hope you don't mind, I am returning to attacking your inbox with more WIP game asks~ >:3c I feel it's only fair to request, 'scar worship/massage [post fate]' next since we have a mutual affinity for such fanfare. ❤️‍🩹🩹 As always, "May the wind fill your sails and the waves swell your spirits." ⛵️ 🌅 🫡

Ahoy matey!! 🏴‍☠️

Listen I love scars and I love scar worship and I love to be a gremlin about Hugo's flayed back, so the premise was an excuse to do just that 🥰🥰🥰 

Snippet under the cut (snip slash hack)

"Ain't full morning yet," Gabriel tells him, voice rough like he swallowed a holystone. Hugo goes right out again, if he even got properly awake to begin with. The blanket's slipped from over his shoulder, baring an expanse of scarred skin. It’s a foreign land in the rainy pre-dawn light. 

That’s what usually wards off this temptation in particular, on account of all the twisted-up, raw feelings it agitates. But being either still drunk or not drunk enough, Gabriel finds himself running his fingers over the rippled crescent of skin on Hugo's biceps. He's touched Hugo's flaying scars before, but usually it's in the heat of the moment, with bared teeth and crude taunting, greedy hands shoved under his shirt, when Gabriel can believe they're both shaking with lust and nothing else.

Like this, it's different. Here he can look his fill and draw conclusions, and generally think overmuch about it. Like how they must have started from the edges of his back and worked their way in, peeling him real neat to begin with but cutting deep and vicious by the time they got to his spine. 

No matter how much Gabriel, at a particular time and in a particular mood, would proclaim loud and long that it's the least of what his former captain deserved—it ain't how it should be done, gouging the bond out of a man like that. 

Gabriel knows butchery when he sees it. 

He follows an edge of the scarring with his fingertip, a pinched pale curve that used to be a sacred coil of tentacle unfurling over Hugo's shoulder, and feels a desolate ripple of magic in the inked lines of his own bondmark. A shout without an echo, a prayer lost to the wind. Yeah, thinking too much about it is bad, the way it makes him thirst for the holiest of vengeance. 

This, too, is some godsawful shit: the compulsion to hook his nails under its edges and tear the mass of scarring off his back, a second flaying driven by a brief but feverish conviction that he'll find smooth, tattooed skin beneath. It puts a sick ache in the pit of his stomach, how he swears he can still feel the currents of Hugo's mark under his touch, enough that he could perfectly trace out its old pathways—but there was a time he knew it almost better than his own, and memory can be all seven hells of a bitch like that.

#the forsaken and the forsworn #hubriel #my writing #sorry about taking so long to reply!! #time is pudding atm and so is my brain #pirates #deep queue sea

[zayne-snowman]

Good, because if I can, I want to protect you.

Hm, then, I would hope if that were to ever happen, I'll be with you. Of course, I'd prefer for it to never happen.

Are there a lot of Wanderers? I don't see any Hunters Association equivalence here... is it just you who fights Wanderers?

Yes, look, there's a similar cat but nearly in all black, it'll remind me of you. Here, you move the claw this time and I'll press the button.

Oh, uh... It's nothing.

-🩹

You'll protect... me?

Technically, the police takes care of the Wanderers. But I... help.

I'll try to align the claw correctly... Hm...

...if you say so. Talk to me about anything you want.

#dawnbreaker #asks #🩹 anon #l&ds #lnds #lads #love & deepspace #love and deepspace #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #lnds zayne

[hc-did-culture-is]

Welcome

Welcome to hc-did-culture-is version two. 

Long story short, the main account this blog was run out of got deleted, so here we are making this blog a second time! 

Sorry to everyone that was following us before, we hope you managed to find us again.

We noticed a number of plural culture blogs, but none for hc-did, so here this is!

Blanket trigger warning for tbmc/dbmc, ramcoa, torture, and programming

This account is syscourse neutral.

Asks that regard/involve syscourse will be tagged with #syscourse.

Asks that are pro endo will be tagged with #pro endo

Asks that are anti endo will be tagged with #anti endo

This is so that people can block content they don’t wish to see, but also ensures no one feels silenced or censored. 

non hc-did/programmed systems and singlets are welcome to interact, but please do not send culture-is asks. 

for those that *do* send in asks, feel free to get more specific than just ‘hc did culture is’

EG ‘questioning hc did culture is’ or ‘hc did gatekeeper culture is’

you can also submit more alter or program specific asks if you wish.

EG ‘beta alter culture is’ or ‘[name of script] script programmed system culture is’

if something is labelled as a vent, or clearly a vent we will tag it as #vent for filtering purposes.

#highly complex answers is for not-culture asks that want information and/or advice. We are not an expert or a professional, please take all our responses with a grain of salt.

#highly complex mapping is for descriptions of how different systems map their innerworlds and alters

this blog runs on a queue, so please be patient, nothing except hate will be intentionally deleted.

No set DNI or BYF, other than above mentioned blanket TWs

Meet the Admin!

name: C

pronouns: they+/its+, we+, you+

Claimed anon emojis & names under the cut

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Droplet

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AMC

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The Nightmare Foundation

Nova

#intro post #introduction #culture is #culture blog #system culture is #ramcoa #tbmc #dbmc #torture #syscourse neutral #highly complex answers #highly complex mapping

[mists-reading-nook]

[Letter Event!]

{{OOOH! The book stealing one has given me an idea! Uh, for this ask I think I should preface this one by saying that this one's gonna have allusions to reader inflicting self-mutilation beyond recognition and COVID. Apologies in advance for not only that but for the length of this ask}}

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(Let me set the stage: A band of merchants headed for Liyue come across a lost Stranger of foreign attire, unsuited for the wilds they've been misplaced in. Most notable is the mask that covers their nose and mouth. Out of pity, they offer to bring the lost soul to Liyue for free.

(The Stranger accepts and on their way, converses with the merchants.

("An epidemic you say?" "Yeah, it's touched everywhere I know. That's why we wear these masks, to prevent it from spreading to me and others."

("Do you know any Pharmacies or Doctors Offices I can go to to learn of local diseases in case I catch any?" "Bubu Pharmacy'll set you right up!"

("Creator?" "How do you not know of The Creator?" "Can you clarify on who they are? Maybe I know them under a different title!"

(The merchants and Stranger depart on civil—yet tense—terms. A bundle of Mora is gifted as pity. Given how appalled they were on their lack of knowledge on the Creator, education on national religion is a must.

(There are the Archons, Celestia, and Holy Creator whose only difference from the stranger is a lack of mask.

(It stays on, but it won't last forever.

(The Stranger enters Bubu Pharmacy, learns of local pestilence, and buys bandages and ointments.

(They ask if it would be possible to volunteer, given their interest in the medical field. To their joy, Baizhu grants their request with an offer of hiring if they do well enough.

(Liyue learns of a Stranger of odd attire masking their face, seemingly new to everything, even the faith of the Creator.

(Some swears anything involving the Creator troubles them. Unflattering rumors spread to say the least. None in favor of the Stranger.

(One day, when the Stranger Volunteer is out gathering herbs in place of Qiqi, they return with their face covered in the bandages and ointments they always carried around. Not only that, but the rest of their body as well. They carry a large stick, lean on it, for their legs cannot carry them alone any longer, not that their arms can say much better.

(Despite the damage, blood is out of sight. A testament to how skilled the Volunteer is. Baizhu does his magic and soon enough, the Volunteer is back on their feet. But they cover themselves more than before to not scare anything with their scars.

("Such a shame we never got to see what was under the mask before." "At least they uncover their face sometimes now." "But isn't it odd how it's after the accident that they're more lax about been seen?"

(More tales spread. The official story of how local monsters mauled the poor stranger to shreds does nothing to squash them.

(Despite everything, the Volunteer becomes reputable, gets a job at the Pharmacy, and seeks to further their education and abilities.

(Others agree with this sentiment.)

~🩹~

Dear Barbara Pegg,

I happily accept your invitation to Mondstadt. I've learned much of Liyue's medicines and would want nothing more than to learn more from Mondstadt's best.

I'll can come at the soonest possible convenience, just say the magic words, and I'll be right over there.

From Bubu Pharmacy's Volunteer

P.S. Yes. Yes to becoming well aquatinted with one another. I'd love to get to know you.

~🩹~

(Here's to hoping that old wound don't reopen, nor are new ones made

(The Volunteer is attached to Bubu's residents, something they never intended. Now they realize how much of a gamble their actions were.

(If they succeed until death, all are none the wiser of their biology. If they fail however, each and every God the Volunteer knows, religious or fictional, will receive prayer for the chaos to not reach those of the Pharmacy.

(But if push comes to shove, they will lay down their life for Bubu Pharmacy, especially Qiqi.)

--------

{{So uh yeah, Imposter AU and maybe a gold blood au. If the Volunteer ends up being outed at the creator, uh, prayers to Bubu Pharmacy because they don't deserve to be caught up in this bullshittery}}

Holy shit??

This is so good and creative omg??

Also,I adore long asks,so pls don't apologize for it!!

General sagau stuff ,creator isn't really mentioned here too much as it's just Barbara.

*****

Barbara receives a letter,one that's addressed from Babu pharmacy,all the way in Liyue. Her eyebrow raises at the sight. Barbara rarely gets letters from this far out,but she sits and opens the letter anyway. After reading through the contents, her eyes sparkled with delight. 'It's the response to the letter I sent to that volunteer!' Barbara grins,taking out a pen and paper to begin writing a response of her own.

'Dear volunteer of Babu pharmacy,

I am overjoyed to hear that you have accepted my offer! I am honored to be chosen as the one to teach you about Mondstadt's medicinal practices. You may come at whatever time is good for you, all I ask is you hold off coming right away. I am unfortunately going to be very busy over the next month or two,but I should be free afterwards. I do hope to see you soon.

Sincerely, Barbara Pegg.

P.S. I'm glad you would like to know me as I wish to know you! I hope we become quite good friends!'

Barbara finishes the letter and sends it on it's way. She hopes it gets there quickly. In the meantime,she gets back to work. It's a particularly busy time for her,and she cannot afford to slack off.

****

I adored writing this,as short as it was :']

I wanted to make it longer,but wasn't too sure how to go about that,so here's this lil piece. Anon you are so snsjjsjebebejejej for this <3

Also prayers for Babu pharmacy,cus if this is like any other imposter au,they definitely gon get caught up in this mess.

#genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau #genshin cult au #sagau genshin #genshin imagines #♡mist answer's<3♡ #♡letters from another world♡<3 #bro this ask was so good

[finniestoncrane]

Could I get a YJ riddler/ female reader with 🩹 🖤 🤎 💔? Also, could you make it angst to fluff with Ed being the one who got hurt?

Bruises

young justice!riddler x female!reader/healing wounds oh for sure i can, he deserves the fluff poor baby ;-; minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: injury, bruises, self-esteem issues send me a request • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

It was exceptionally hard not to fawn over him. There was something about his face, his entire demeanour, that made it very easy to grab him and hold him and never want to let go. So cute, so loveable. So funny, with his terrible puns and goofy riddles. But he was so awkward, shy, uncomfortable in his own body outside of his schemes and plans and criminal ventures. Getting close to him was nearly impossible. He found it difficult to let you in, because he truly believed there was no value to him.

So you treasured the moments you go to spend with him, his vulnerability in full show. And to be fair, those moments came pretty regularly. For all of his mental strength, physically, he was far less skilled.

He shuffled into the room, embarrassed, cringing and whimpering lightly with each step.

“Eddie! What happened?”

As he lifted his head to look at you, sheepish, forced smile, you could see that his nose, lips and chin were stained with blood, a cut on the bridge, his eyes blackening in the corners.

“Oh, you poor thing!”

You rushed to him, holding your hand to his cheek which warmed in a blush at your touch, clinging to his tie so he couldn’t move away from you.

“Are you alright, do you think?”

“I’ll be ok…it stings though.”

You pouted, sincerity behind it, but you worried it had come across as patronising. He didn’t seem to mind either way, as he nodded with a pathetic, little frown.

“I’m sure it does, you poor, poor boy.”

You picked up the first aid kit, quick to start dabbing at the blood, making sure the wound on the bridge of his nose was clean before you taped a little plaster on to it.

“This happens far too often, Eddie. I can’t believe no one has killed you yet.”

“It’s not a lack of trying, huh?”

You placed your palm over the back of his hand, easing your fingers between his and squeezing.

“All fixed now though.”

“Nothing can fix me.”

He was back to pouting, snatching his hand away from your touch, denying himself even that small bit of comfort. But you weren’t having it. As he began to walk away, no doubt heading to sulk in a room alone, you grabbed his arm, turning him back around.

“I’d rather you stayed in here…just so I can make sure your head is ok after taking a blow to the face.”

Eddie looked at you, searching for an answer to question he hadn’t asked yet.

“Why are you so nice to me?”

You were stumped for a moment, assuming the answer was obvious, especially to someone so intelligent. But maybe not someone so insecure.

“I like taking care of you, Eddie. I like…I like you.”

At your warm smile, he cringed slightly.

“But I have nothing to offer you.”

Taking hold of his hand again, you squeezed it again, not letting go.

“We can agree to disagree.”

#finnie500 #finnie writes #young justice!riddler #riddler #the riddler #riddler x reader

[runnning-outof-time]

Can i try asking for

🩹💕☁️🤠

with honestly john maybe? ❤️❤️❤️

Thanks for sending this in, anon! Sorry it took a bit to be written. I hope you enjoy! 🥰❤️

I have 3 more of these little blurb requests sitting in my inbox — I promise I haven’t forgotten about them!

🩹 tending to each other's wounds

☁️ enemies to lovers

🤠 fake dating

💕 a moment of jealousy

A Brief Lapse in the Way Things Usually Are

warnings: slight injuries, mentions of blood

It’s late at night and (Y/N) hears a knock on her door.

“What have you done this time, Shelby?” (Y/N) asks with a sigh as she opens her door to find John Shelby standing on the other side of it.

“Don’t you ever think that maybe something happened to me?” he quirks an eyebrow in response as he looks at her.

“No,” she shakes her head without second thought, “why did you come here anyway?”

“This house was the closest...and since we’ve signed that deal, we’re on the same side now, remember?” he answers her, a slight grin forming on his face as he brings up the agreement between their two families that had been reached not too long ago.

“Don’t remind me,” (Y/N) remarks with a groan, an unhappy expression on her face.

“You gonna let me come in, or not?” John asks after they stood in silence for a few moments, “you know, since I am your boyfriend.”

“Not out of public you ain’t,” (Y/N)’s quick to shoot back, a pointed glare on her face before she purses her lips as she thinks about his first statement. “I’d rather not, but I guess that I should so I don’t have any more trouble showing up at my doorstep,” she says finally, exhaling a defeated sigh before she steps aside to let the man in.

John takes a seat at her dining table and looks at her expectantly. “What?” she asks, her eyebrows raised.

“Nothing,” John shakes his head before looking away from her.

That’s when she notices. “John, you’re bleeding,” her words come out in a gasp as she takes in the cut by his ear that she somehow missed when he first showed up at her door.

“Got into a fight,” he brushes her statement off, shrugging his shoulders.

“It should still be cleaned,” she insists, moving to her cabinets to get a rag and some alcohol then. “Let me see it,” she says as she sits down in the chair across from him.

Before she’s able to start, however, John notices something about her. “You’ve got some blood on you too,” he points out, pointing to her right hand.

(Y/N) looks down after hearing his statement to see that she has a cut in her thumb. “I was cutting vegetables and must’ve nicked it when I heard you knocking,” she answers in the same nonchalant tone as he did.

“Lemme clean it up first...since you’ll need your hands to clean my cut,” John offers and, after a moment of thought, (Y/N) allows him.

They go through the motions silently; John cleaning her cut and then (Y/N) cleaning his. It was fine while he was doing his work, but (Y/N) couldn’t shake the weird feeling inside of her as John watched her intently clean his wound. Unbeknownst to her, he had that same feeling.

“There...good as new,” (Y/N) announces as she finishes her work, a slight smile on her lips as she sits back in her chair again.

Before anything else could be said, a third voice enters the conversation, “how’s the dinner goin’, (Y/N)?” It’s a man, one that John hadn’t met before, and instantly he starts to feel what only could be described as jealously bubble up in his stomach.

“It’s getting there,” (Y/N) brushes the man off.

“Is that a Shelby?” the man asks then.

“It is. He’s leaving soon...go back in the sitting room and I’ll call you in when the food’s done,” she dismisses him and the man does what he’s told.

“Who’s that?” John can’t help but ask, trying hard to not let his feelings come through in his words because he had no clue why he was feeling them in the first place.

“Just a guy who works for my family. He’s harmless,” (Y/N) responds, a bit of a grin on her face because she could see right through John’s front.

“Good, because you have a boyfriend, you know,” John points out, feeling a bit more relaxed now.

“I have a fake boyfriend,” (Y/N) clarifies, the grin still on her lips, “but he shouldn’t worry, because that man’s like five years older than me and is already married,” she then puts his mind to rest even more.

The two smile at each other then, and John can’t help but laugh. Maybe it’d be nice to get along with her instead, he thinks.

#john shelby #john shelby x reader #john shelby blurb #peaky blinders #peaky blinders blurb #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic

[osleeplessflowero]

Day 2 - 😱Frightening New Friend🩹

You didn't wanna do this.

You REALLY didn't wanna do this.

But a dare's a dare, so now here you are, wandering through the dark and scary woods outside of a house where a party was taking place.

Not to mention those rumors of monsters lurking about, sinking their teeth into any humans who dare to stick around too long.. You don't have a Bravery soul, this kind of thing is not something you can do without being afraid.

You tread carefully, shining your flashlight around. You can practically feel your cat costume's tail between your legs. 

Man, why did you agree to this? 

You continue your journey, stopping and shining your flashlight on..a bear trap. Okay, not the most uncommon thing to see in the woods. There's a few more of them..okay there's a lot more. 

Carefully stepping over them, you make your way ahead. 

You have a feeling there's a lot more where that came from. 

There's this lingering feeling of being watched, like something's stalking. Waiting in the shadows for you to make a wrong move. One failure, and you're dead. Just like that. 

You shine your light ahead of you, trying to calm your nerves.

Maybe it's just some hunters trapping animals. Maybe the rumors about this place aren't true. Maybe you didn't see a light in the darkness.

Wait, what was that last one?

You look around, shining your light with you. You don't seem to see anything, but you could've sworn there was another light out there.

You feel a chill go down your spine, trying to ignore what you thought you saw.

It's probably nothing..

You listen to your surroundings, hearing the grass shift under your feet, an owl off in the distance, and the cold breeze blowing through the air. 

Just gotta reach some old house and turn back. That's all you have to do. Why does it have to take so damn long though-

As you continue your journey you hear a twig snap and turn, seeing one in pieces behind you. 

Yeah, time to run-

You pick up your pace and run from whatever invisible force might be chasing you, breathing heavily. You almost lose your grip on your flashlight due to how much your arm is shaking. 

You hear a pair of footsteps behind you, your eyes widening in fear. Your heart races as you make your way across, dodging a few more bear traps. 

Once you get a good bit away, you stop behind a tree and take a few deep breaths, calming your nerves. 

What was that? Who is chasing you? Or, what is chasing you? 

You don't think you want to know the answer. 

Keeping up your guard, you continue walking, before falling into a hole that was covered up with leaves. 

You hit the bottom, scraping your leg on sharp rocks that were left behind. 

"Damn it-" You curse, sitting up and looking at the damage. It stings..and blood is starting to come out. 

Someone is still chasing you, you can't stay here! But how can you run with your leg like this?..

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you look up, hoping. Praying that whatever that was doesn't see you.

The moon shines brightly above you in the sky, the stars sparkling along with it.

Your tears fall a lot faster as you consider the fact that this might be the last thing you ever see..

"Please- please, someone help me- I don't want to die-"

You mutter out, your voice shaky and nearly broken. 

You hear footsteps in the distance..

You pull yourself up, leaning against the side of the hole, hoping that'll give you more cover. 

Fuck, your leg stings. Why did it have to be your leg?

The footsteps stop as a silhouette comes into your view. They stand tall above, a dark menacing figure. 

Slender, very thin.. they appear to be a skeleton monster with long, damaged teeth. They crouch due to likely not being able to see you very well at their height, holding up a lantern to illuminate the hole.

It's quiet for a moment.. 

"MY STARS!" The skeleton shouts, causing your eyes to widen further since you were surprised. His voice sounds a bit scratchy, like he's done a lot of shouting over time. "A HUMAN HAS FALLEN INTO ONE OF MY TRAPS- OH MY-"

"Uhh- yeah, I'm- I'm so sorry, I, um..I was just passing through to get back home and I fell in- If you help me out, I'll just be on my way." You smile pleadingly, hoping the skeleton was a merciful one. 

"YOU POOR THING- Here, Let Me Help You-" 

"Oh, nonono, that's okay-" He reaches in with his long arms, picking you up with..seemingly ease, carrying you. You'd have to admit that the skeleton is very strong.

"I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL ALWAYS HELP THOSE IN NEED- LET US MAKE A STOP BY MY RESIDENCE, HUMAN." 

"Wait, please, that's okay, I can head home by mySEEELF-" 

You're startled once the skeleton starts SPRINTING through the woods, jumping over carefully placed traps on the ground you weren't able to see before. 

Panic starts to set in, and you try to remember your surroundings in case this results in you being kidnapped so you know an escape route. You've seen way too many horror movies for this. 

"Why don't we stay out here, um- mister.." 

"PAPYRUS! The Great Papyrus, That Is."

"Okay, Papyrus- why don't we stay out here and enjoy the scenery? The moon is so pretty out tonight, isn't it?-" 

You stall, trying to get him to put you down so you can run. 

"Nonsense, Human! We Must First Tend To Your Injury Before You Can Go On Your Way."

"I'm sure I can just walk it off-"

You continue trying to convince him to let you go, only for him to shut you down every time. 

Just your luck..you find out the rumor's true, only for you to die because of it. And now your last moments will be in the company of a terrifying skeleton. Could things get any worse?

He continues running until he reaches what you assume to be his house, the 'abandoned' one your friends dared you to go find and knock on the door. Well, now you know what would've happened if you had knocked. 

The lights are on, there are some small flower pots and pumpkins on the porch. One has a carefully carved picture of a skull, and the other one just has a smiley face carved into it.

There are some clothes moving in the wind on a clothesline to your right. 

He takes you into the house, gently sitting you down on the couch in the living room. Your eyes dart back to the front door. 

"My Brother Isn't Here Right Now, So There Shouldn't Be Any Trouble. Please Wait Here While I Gather Some Healing Items To Treat Your Injury." He smiles at you, before going upstairs. 

You stand up in order to try to make a run for it, but your leg betrays you, and you sit back down, holding it. Damn it, no luck there. 

You then think for a second.

If he had wanted to kill you, why would he waste time doing any of this? Leaving you alone would've given you a chance to leave- If you had a healed leg, you could just walk right out. And he didn't put any restraints on you to make it harder. So..maybe he doesn't want to kill you, after all. 

He walks back into the room, kneeling below you and politely asking if you'd hold out your leg for him. You do, and he looks over your injuries before using medicine to treat them. He then hands you a small piece of candy. 

"Here, Eat This. It Will Restore Your Energy, And Hopefully Speed Up The Healing Process."

"Oh, um..thank you."

He nods as you take the candy, debating whether it'd be trustworthy, before deciding to go with it.

Fuck it, why not give him a chance? Maybe you'll regret it, maybe you won't. 

You eat the candy, watching as your leg begins to heal before your eyes. 

"Woah..that was fast."

"Right? Monster Food Does Some Incredible Things."

You smile. "Thank you for helping me, Papyrus." 

"But Of Course, What Gentleman Would I Be If I Didn't Help Those In Need?"

"From all the rumors circulating, it made it sound like the forest monsters were all.."

"Dangerous, Threatening, And Scary?"

"..Exactly."

"Well, That Tends To Happen When You're A Monster, People Get The Wrong Idea. Especially Based On Appearance."

"Huh..noted."

"You Know, At First I Took You For A Cat Monster. Your Costume Is Quite Realistic! Or At Least, It Looks Like It In The Dark, Nyeh Heh."

"Oh, thanks. I wanted to be a cat this year so I got this costume early on before the good stuff could be sold out."

"I Think It Suits You." 

You smile. If you'd told yourself the night before you'd be having a casual conversation with a tall, seemingly terrifying skeleton, you'd never have believed it. But yet here you are. 

"So, Papyrus..I don't have to be home for a while..what are some of your interests?"

He gasps dramatically, causing your smile to widen. 

"YOU- You Wish To Know About My Interests?" 

"Yeah. I'd like to get to know you."

"Alright, Wait Here, I'd Better Make Some Tea For This!"

You spend the evening enjoying tea and candy, having a lovely chat with Papyrus.

Seems you've both made a new friend today.

[ao3 link :)] <

#sleeplessflower's oneshots #sleeplessflower's halloween oneshots #horrortale papyrus x reader #day 2 of posting halloween oneshots

[undobutton]

Hello!!! anon here, can I request some gn!freelancer x lasko fluff? I'd like to see a confession kind of thing, but anything is fine, I'd love to see what you write !

— 🩹 anon

warnings: Mentions of anxiety, barely proofread, ooc Lasko and Freelacer

genre: Fluffy!

characters: Lasko, and Freelancer!

synopsis: Lasko finally decides to do something about his feelings for you by asking you out to lunch!

a/n: Okay, I have something to confess... I haven't listened to freelencer. Or like any of the D.A.M.N crew's audios.. I plan to! I really wanna but I don't have the time rn. So I apologize deeply if anyone is ooc and I will probably rewrite this after I listen to the playlists. Also hii 🩹anon! I hope this lives up to your expectations and I'm so sorry this took so long!

Lasko isn't oblivious. He know that his feelings for you are returned its just.. What if you say no anyhow? Like sure there's no real reason that you wouldn't agree to at least having lunch with him, y'know since that's nothing new. But anxiety never needed any logic to take hold.

Currently hes pacing around his room like a mad man, mumbling every now and then. His phone is tossed on his bed upside down with your response. He texted you about lunch, nothing more. Nothing less. (What even is less than lunch?) Now hes to scared to get it and look at your reply. He could ask someone to look at it for him, but he'd need to use his phone to call someone.

Frustrated, Lasko sits on his bed and runs a (kinda sweaty) hand through his hair before floping back onto the mattress.

"It's not that big of a deal." He says shakily, trying to reassure himself. A few moments pass and he sits up and grabs his phone in one go.

"Alright. three... two... o-one.. Go." He reads your text

"Lunch sounds fine! What time??"

He lets out a sigh and laughs at himself.

~~~~

Two days later you're sat outside at a nearby cafe scrolling through memes on some social media site. Waiting for Lasko, hes only three minutes late. Normally, you're the one being waited on, but there's a first time for everything.

Lasko comes running, catching your attention with his panicked flurry of emotions. He catches your eye and smiles nervously. After awkwardly rushing past a few other tables and nearly knocking over someones drink, he takes his seat across from you. Wasting no time before bursting into a million apologies.

"I'm so- I'm so sorry I was- Well there was a squirrel and- and sorry I'm late. You should have seen the size of it though. The squirrel I mean. It was just- were you, were you waiting long? Sorry I-"

"Lasko it's fine! It's fine. Did you get a picture of the squirrel?" You ask, putting your phone down with a smile.

He nods and pulls out his phone, calming down a bit.

~~~

Lunch goes by fine. You're both full and heading towards the parking lot. The whole way there Lasko's been even more nervous than usual. Fidgeting and rambling and stuttering up a storm. You're just about to ask if he's alright when he just stops walking all together.

Running a hand through his hair, Lasko looks over at you. He'd been avoiding eye contact this whole time but his eyes find your face now. The suns starting to dip down casting a warm glow on both of you and the sidewalk is surprisingly empty for a Thursday afternoon. He sighs shakily and smiles at you.

"Okay so I didn't just wanna have lunch today- wait no that sounds. I well- No lunch was great I don't need anything else I- I'm full and even if- like you don't owe me anything! Okay okay let me start over uhm I- Lunch?" He ..asks?

A giggle escapes you and he shakes his head.

"No its fine Lasko, start again if you want. I'm all ears!" You grin encouragingly

He takes a breath "I really liked lunch... It was fun and- and You look good. No wait like- you look very good." He blushes but keeps going. "And you look very good... often, m-most times and I uhmm appreciate it? Well you're not doing it for me I know its just- I -I. Gosh. I like you." He says quickly.

You blink a few times.

"Like a lot- I like you a lot romantically.. I said it! I- I did it!" He looks at you and smiles nervously. You crush him in a hug.

"I like you too Lasko, a lot. Romantically" You tease kissing his cheek.

He huffs playfully and pulls away from the hug.

"So.. what do we do now?"

reblogs appreciated!! <3

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted lasko #redacted freelancer #redacted audio

[sanderchu]

Karl w/ a clumsy/forgetful s/o!!

Clumsy 🩹

- he definitely becomes like a mom and Carries those mini first aids with him

- He would kiss your bruises old or new because he wants you to know it’s ok and that nothing will change no matter how much you get hurt

- He will hold your hand so much more because if you fall it would be easier to catch you or help you the prevent you from falling

- He would carry you on his back or bridal style around just so you don’t have a risk of getting hurt because he sees how much it happens

- He panics a bit when you trip or fall because he just doesn’t want anything to happen to you

“Are you ok?!”

“Hey your doing great let me just put the last bandage here :)”

Forgetful 💭

- If your forgetful expect little sticky notes on the kitchen counter with reminders of he won’t be home

- He would text you reminder to and set your reminders for him to help you

- Definitely is very happy if you remember something and for a reward little pecks on the cheek or lips are expected

- Helps you get things done since he remembers it like if you need to cook and forget the recipe he’s there to help

- Likes to refresh your memory by asking questions like, “what did you eat today” or “what do you see when you went to ____”

“This needs to be chopped up and put into here, it’s ok you’ll fully remember someday :) baby steps”

“Good job for remembering that :) your doing so well! <3”

#dsmp imagine #dsmp x reader #dsmp scenario #dsmp #mcyt imagine #mcyt #mcyt x reader #scenario #karl jacobs x reader #karl #karl x reader