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hereisrachel · 7 months

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Realistic Simon "Ghost" Riley dating headcanons

- He is not interested in dating AT ALL

- Ghost actually is way too focused on his job, I personally like to think that a relationship is too big deal for him. He is dealing with enough stress for now

- He will repress any feelings towards you no matter what happens

- Realistically, he would never make any move towards you or would after you've known him for maybe 5 or more years

- Two things could happen then, he will eventually lose the feeling or they will grow stronger

- It makes him furious, he can't focus on anything. He wants to be back with his job but he is so distracted, he may think that it's stress or something but how can this be stress when he is thinking about you?

- He wants to hate you too but can't. His mind is flooding with somehow warm pictures of you. It disgusts him

- Tries to avoid you, but since he is in love obviously it's really hard

- So he makes small moves excusing himself "this is the last time, I wasn't looking at them, I sat next to them by accident" it irritates him as well.

- He sometimes doesn't talk, just being able to be in the same room as you makes him somehow happy

- Speaking of love, I highly doubt if he would like someone who is childish and annoying. I saw a lot of people make reader like that and I think he would just find them annoying.

- He prefers mature women that's for sure, he won't date someone who acts like a teenager

- If you won't confess first he will never do that. He can just accept but even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to tell you this

- he's a soldier, he barely knows how to act around women

- so he'll be awkward as fuck

- if you'll make a small talk he will listen but won't say anything back

- Maybe after knowing him for some years (I don't mean friendship, just like knowing him) he will say something back or even have a conversation

- It doesn't mean he doesn't care, he does but he is not able to show it

- nobody on earth could ever tell that he has a crush, the only evidence could be him looking in your direction a bit too many times

- If he accepts your feeling, your relationship with him will be the same as previously, almost non-existent sorry

- It's almost impossible to get the relationship going but he really does care for you

- He doesn't have much love in his heart, he doesn't love passionately or anything he is too hurt for that

- But this is somehow love

- it won't be easy to see that Ghost cares for you, but when something happens you're always in the back of his head and he's thinking.

- He's worried that you may get hurt.

- Always no matter what happens, it annoys him again ☠️

- He is much more tense when you aren't with him, he tries to get his mind out of it. You can take care of yourself after all right?

- Absolutely no touch, sorry again

- He likes sitting close to you thought

- Ghost, deep inside will be very grateful that you aren't pushing anything, you are both soldiers so that's understable plus you both are breaking the rules lmao

- If you think making him your boyfriend was hard, try to get him to bed

- If you will try it in the beggining of your relationship he will instantly break up with you. May take it as an attack or think that you will use him. That is the ending

- If you will wait, he probably won't think about it because he doesn't think about sex at all

- Sex topic aside now (there will be maybe separate post for that)

- It's all going really slowly, he smiles when you laugh at his jokes, he respects you for your brain and strenght, he likes having you around

- and maybe when his heart will eventually fill with love of you, he will accept your hug, again won't ask for it. He'll just wait for you to offer a hug

- Ghost is bad at all these things, he will be stiff as a wood and he'll just awkwardly put hands on your back

- I doubt if he will like that lol

- So no more hugs

- He doesn't like being touched or touching either

- He can make you coffee, help with something and this shit, this is his love language

- So yeah the relationship will be very uh

- You must be respectful and patient with him !!

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Just a reminder that this is just how I portray his character and I am not saying that this is 100% canon, also sorry for overusing "his, him, he" but I pay little attention to using names and it just looks like that 😭

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost x reader #ghost x reader call of duty #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you

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sxriusblxck · 2 years

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hi pretty baby <333

i have a bit of a request if you don’t mind hehe :) i was hoping this could be a longer fic (maybe 1k?) but if not it’s no worries whatsoever baby :)

but back to the request,,, i was thinking gn!reader with poly!marauders but it really focuses on the dynamo between remus, sirius, and reader? maybe how they take care of eachother with james just being a proud mom LOL

i hope this isn’t too vague and if you need more details, you know where to reach me ;)

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hi baby!! love this request :)

warnings: arguing, non-sexual nudity, food mentions, very dialogue heavy, one murder mention, james is kind of in the background a bit but he still love him <33

word count: 1,189

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i know the reader just woke up then they fall asleep so please ignore my poor mistake lolll

Bickering is the first thing you hear when you wake.

Your eyes haven't fully opened, and your brain is still clouded with morning fog, but you can make-out the sounds of arguing.

"It's my turn, Moony." You hear Sirius's stern voice hiss, quiet like he's trying not to be a disturbance but firm enough to get his point across.

"No s' not!" Remus huffs back, sounding annoyed. "You got to yesterday."

"No! Prongs did." The former growls.

"Will ya' both jus' shut up?" James groans, fed-up with the two's childish and pointless arguing. "You're gonna wake them up with all this before either of ya' get the chance to do it properly!"

"What's going on?" You grumble sleepily.

"See!" James hisses.

Your eyes open and the first thing you see is Remus and Sirius on their bed, disappointed looks crossing their faces after they see you're awake. James is sat at one of the three desk's in the dorm, twiddling a quill with his fingers.

"What is it?" You repeat, knuckling at your closed eye as you shift into a seated position.

Sirius sighs, falling back against his bed with his hands over his face, no doubt pouting underneath his palms.

"Siri wanted to be the one to wake you up but it was my turn. He's always trying to-

"Well." You cut him off before he can go to insult Sirius. "M'awake now so it doesn't matter."

"And who's fault is that?" Sirius jeers beneath his hands.

"Oi shut up!"

"Alright." You stand. "I'm going for a shower."

"I'm coming!" Sirius squeaks, nearly flying off the bed in his haste to get to the bathroom before either boy could.

Remus whines, accepting his defeat as he slumps against the mattress. You smile, rewarding him a kiss as you pass his bed.

"Now, Sirius-"

Your attempt to tell him off was halted when you walk into the bathroom, finding your stark-naked lover stood by the sink, two towels folded neatly with lotion, toothpaste, and a washcloth readied on the countertop.

"Yes?" He grins, hands placed on his hips to amuse you.

"Get in the shower." You snort.

After the two of you had showered and dressed, you were left with a boring, lazy day ahead of you. Not that anyone minded, rainy days were the groups favorites.

"Can we watch one of those muggle films?" James asks, pulling a Quidditch jumper over his head.

"Sure." You hum, snuggled between two warm bodies on Remus's bed. His was the coziest, made akin to a den with how many blankets and pillows he'd acquired.

"Right." James smiles. "I'll go find some snacks and you guys pick something."

After he leaves, the three of you are left in a comfortable silence, minus the pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the window.

"Move your arm?" Sirius requests.

Remus, who's arm had been wedged uncomfortably under Sirius's and your back, shifts so that it's fit in a more accommodating spot.

"There?" He asks.

Sirius hums contently, moving his head so it rests atop yours, letting Remus wiggle his fingers along his scalp, his other hand tracing at your side under your shirt.

"Someone tickle my arm." You request, pulling said arm from under the blanket to offer to your boys.

"Needy little thing." Remus jests as Sirius pinches your hip.

Sirius is the one to do it, not wanting his hair to stop being pet. He uses the tips of his fingers to ghost over your arm, goosebumps following his trail as his nails scratch lightly at your skin.

Your thanks is muttered sleepily into the somewhat silent room, heard by both boys and acknowledged by Sirius with a hum, continuing to scratch gently at your forearm.

By the time James arrives back with a mix of savory and sweet treats, the three of you are fast asleep, Remus's hand entwined in Sirius (now tangled) locks with you sandwiched between them, body barely visible as the two squish into your back and chest.

All he can do is smile, place the forgotten snacks on the desk, kick his shoes off, and crawl into bed with the three of you.

The ruined movie night had been a week ago.

The four of you had decided on a redo, a film already queued-up and ready to play, snacks situated on the nightstand, blankets tucked around you.

The set-up went like this:

James was on the far left, back against the headboard, bucket of popcorn in his lap. Remus was to the right of him, arm slung around your shoulder, slightly lower on the bed. You were between Remus and Sirius, pillow against your chest as you chewed on a candy. Sirius was slung over you like a koala, whole body nearly draped over yours.

The movie was a horror, and despite Remus's normally strong and stoic attitude, he was jumping and flinching at every jump-scare.

"Would ya' quit jumping, you big baby? You're rocking the whole bed!" Sirius sneers from beside you.

"Shut up!" Remus squeaks. "James picked a scary one."

"No, you're just a wimp."

"Quit it." You cut in, glaring harshly up at your lover. "He can't help it if he's scared. And might I remind you that just last week you screamed like a little girl when you saw a spider?"

Sirius flushes crimson red, quickly shutting his mouth and returning his focus back to the film.

James watches the exchange with a smile, proud of your shutting-Sirius-up tactics and slightly amused with his two boyfriends bickering.

"Can I have one of those strawberry ropes?" Remus asks, nudging your side to grab your attention.

You nod, snatching the pack of Twizzlers off Sirius's lap to hand to Remus.

"Those are mine." A petulant Sirius Black calls from your left.

"I jus' want one." Remus murmurs, looking over to the long-haired boy with a soft look.

"Kay." He whispers, melted by Remus's gentle tone and doe eyes. He'd never admit it aloud, but he swore Remus could ask him to commit murder in that voice, and he'd do it without hesitation.

"Whipped." You say through a faked cough into your fist.

"Shut up, they're being sweet." James chuckles as Remus pinches you.

The rest of the movie passes by with small conversation and more squealing from Remus, finishing forty-minutes later with a shitty ending that has you all moderately irritated and not the least bit satisfied.

"No one knows how to make a movie these days." Sirius grumbles unhappily, a handful of Twizzlers stuffed into his mouth.

"Agreed." You grunt, twisting onto your side to get comfortable.

"Bet I could make a better film than that." James pipes-up, throwing the blanket off of himself to trudge to the bathroom.

"We could." Sirius chirps. "What'd it be about?"

"Probably a thriller." James calls, voice muffled with toothpaste. "A couple with a murderous baby."

The boys all snort, and you can feel yourself drifting.

"We could have it set in the future, think that would be cool." Remus adds his two-cents.

"Oooh a futuristic killer baby!" Is the last thing you hear before falling into a dreamless sleep.

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dum1s-writings · 1 year

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Dum's Opinions on Top/Vers/Bottom and Dom/Switch/Sub: Obey Me!

MINORS DNI!!! PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD FUCK OFF!!!

Now it's my opinion that not one of these lads can Dom MC. You're allowed to believe otherwise but it's called Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All.....

Lord Diavolo

Top: hims a big boy. It's hard for him to find a partner, even without the royal title, that isn't intimidated by his size. Of course he's bottomed before.....Demonus and Lucifer make a fun combo.

Switch: he's fine with both. He could easily dom and be good at it. But sometimes he just needs to be cared for. Maybe a certain human exchange student is willing to pamper him.

Barbatos

Vers: when this poor demon isn't busy he just.....wants. it varies depending on how his day went. The busier the day the more he wants to bottom. If he wasn't super busy he'll happily top.

Dom: he just KNOWS what he likes. He's not afraid to tell his partner what to do, doesn't matter if he's fucking or getting fucked. Maybe, MAYBE, every so often he'll sub....just don't hold your breath.

Lucifer

Vers: yea, I said that. He's basically a mother to 6 rowdy kids and his husband close friend is a bit childish himself. More often than not he's too tired to top, please this man just needs some soft and gentle lovings.

Sub: fight me on this. Overworked mother eldest brother who's typically bossing others around, even his boss at times. When he has free time he definitely wants to stop thinking. Let him get pampered and not worry for once.

Mammon

Bottom: pretty little model. He knows he looks good and it's easier to be admired when he's not thinking about the next move. But also he tends to get a little flustered and is worried about saying something stupid.

Switch: he can be a brat and a demanding one at that but also...he's bullied frequently and that gets to him. On days it's particularly bad he just needs someone to hold him close and be sweet on him.

Leviathan

Bottom: no.....absolutely no WAY this awkward ass otaku can top. Man has no game beyond the 2D realms. He's so awkward it'd be surprising if he even got past the greeting stage.

Sub: again do I even need to explain myself? He has no real life experience. Like he's definitely played the raunchiest hentai games, watched the horniest of anime and masturbates semi-regularly but still, that doesn't help him when applied to a real moment.

Satan

Top: he gives off the vibes. His sin can get to him easily, especially on really bad days. Of course he'll keep his partner in mind, not wanting to hurt them (especially a certain human) but DAMN!!!! He goes hard and fast.

Dom: again his sin plays a lot in his sexual role. But don't be fooled. Some days....he's very sweet and gentle-ish. Those tend to be more emotional for him, he might get into a headspace that needs extra attention, after all even doms need aftercare.

Asmodeus

Vers: yes he can top and he's the cutest top ever. But also he makes the prettiest faces when he's getting pounded, especially in the crazier positions. He'll just let his partner know what he's feeling and expects them to follow along.

Switch: he definitely knows what he wants, so he'll let the lucky soul know beforehand. But also when he's just a little more tired than usual he'll expect his partner to know how to help him feel good. Hopefully they remembered what he likes.

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Vers: the Lamentation guard dog, after Cerberus. Another big boy, not quite Dia big but still big. His sweet golden retriever attitude helps him. Still finding a willing top is a bit difficult please let him bottom frequently.

Sub: he's just such a good boy. Tell him that while loving on him. But also he can handle roughness. Don't worry about him he can definitely handle it just fine....especially if a snack is prepared for during and/or after.

Simeon

Bottom: you think he wants to put in the work for topping? Hahaha...no just no. Don't even TRY convincing him otherwise. In fact if anyone tries they get blue balled.

Switch: well either way he's a brat. It's either a demanding brat or a pillow princess. Maybe he just needs a good lesson on how to behave. A few good punishments should be more than enough.

Bottom: this angelic pretty boy isn't new to sexual feelings....but he mostly tends to ignore them. He can be busy at times. But he's not used to having a sexual partner. Maybe later he can try topping but he's just very comfortable being on the receiving end.

Sub: again no real experience. But this time without the knowledge of kink, turn ons and turn offs. His partner needs to be willing to work with him, teach him things and being patient.

Solomon

Vers: he's lived a long time. He's not picky with what he wants. And it's pretty 50/50 too. Either way it's pretty fun with him. He knows long forgotten positions that hit all the right spots...just ask Asmo.

Dom: again his long life works in his favor. He's not afraid of telling it like it is. Oh but he's not as much of a brat as some of the others. Still a brat. Also he's pretty damn great with aftercare. Many spells and potions have been made because of post coitus funsies.

#dum's writings #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x m!reader #obey me x male reader #obey me x reader #obey me smut #dum's spice

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yanderelucy2 · 1 year

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Tears of Themis ML when you can't sleep

How tenderly they treat you and how much they worry about your lack of sleep.

A/N: I am not a professional writer so there will be grammar mistakes and lines that don't make sense, this is in no way whatsoever canon and most likely won't fit the MLs' personalities well enough and I apologize for that. I also apologize for how short the stories are, but I have had no time lately... my relatives are also visiting.

f!reader

Artem Wing

When he finds you can't sleep he'd feel worried almost immediately. He knows better than anyone the feeling of exhaustion with no ability to sleep.

He thinks up multiple different methods but remembered the time you helped him fall asleep... remembering that he in his heart was hoping that his calming voice and presence would be enough.

He prepares some hot chamomile tea and adjusts your side of the bed for utmost comfort, he lays you almost on top of him and as you sip your tea he caresses your scalp talking to you in a soft low voice speaking on childhood stories.

Luke Pearce

He didn't really think the reason you were tired was lack of sleep, he assumed you've just worked really hard throughout the day. When he found that you often stay up late at night to work, he got slightly bothered at the fact he didn't figure it out sooner but immediately thought up some plans.

He already had his main method in mind, but he doubted himself not being sure if it'd work since it's from childhood and quite childish for an adult.

He grabs a weighted blanket and places it on top of you, not even sitting on the bed he simply sits on the floor holding your hand. The second he begins telling the nostalgic lullaby while making circles in your palm you can feel your eyes getting heavier. Eventually, he simply says "Close your eyes." and that's all you remember before you drifted to sleep.

Marius Von Hagen

He noticed very quickly, any minor change in your appearance or behavior sparks receptors in his brain to notice, he noticed the way you often would blink slower, the dark tint slowly seeping under your eyes.

He didn't exactly know what to do, so he searched online he read that relaxing would help, he read that but did quite the opposite... he didn't think relaxing would do much if you're struggling.

As he declared he was to be of assistance to you, he dragged you to the amusement park, and he made you walk everywhere and ride many rides. By the end of the night while you two were in the Ferris wheel he holds your hand as he notices you begin to drift off through force, your energy is officially depleted completely. He was proud he succeeded and immediately took you to sleep comfortably at home.

Vyn Ritcher

As a doctor, he noticed your symptoms since many of his patients suffer from insomnia, but as a lover he was overly concerned it flooded his mind from reason.

He begins to think up different things, he at first thinks of just prescribing you something but knows he can't do that you're not his patient. When he finally started thinking like a proper lover he decided to take you to the best restaurant he could find.

He decided to fill your stomach and allow you to cool down. Then serve hot tea and watch a calming slightly slow-paced boring movie, reducing the stimuli of the brain and dimming the lights. Allow for a comforting scene, the warmth from his body and the cold of the air, he eventually just whispered sweet nothings into your ear 'till you fell asleep, and to his surprise, it worked.

Sorry if this is not well written...

#artem wing #luke pearce #marius von hagen #mo yi #tears of themis #lu jinghe #xia yan #zuo ran #artem wing x reader #tot artem #luke pearce x reader #tot luke #marius x reader #tot marius #vyn richter #vyn ritcher x reader #tot vyn ritcher #tot vyn

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toki-is-the-king · 10 months

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Toki Mental Health Headcanons:

(No hate please, you can disagree with me on this it’s just a headcanon I have + our Toki has autism so it makes sense to us).

-Toki most likely has autism but it’s undiagnosed because he was so neglected as a child; he never went to the Dr for anything, not even when he’d get fevers so bad he hallucinated. His parents didn’t care and also didn’t believe in going to the dr as it went against their religious beliefs; only God could heal. Often times when Toki was displaying signs of autism along with being physically ill all the time from abuse and neglect, his parents just locked him in the punishment hole for even longer, saying he needed to resist the devil or that Toki was disobeying God and was being punished by evil spirits. Toki has a highly stressful response anytime he’s sick now but does nothing much about it. And now he sees no point in going to the Dr, let alone a therapist or psychiatrist. The only times he really goes to the dr for check ups are when Charles forces he and the other guys or if his diabetes gets out of whack. Sometimes he still tells himself he has to ‘pray away’ his mental or physical afflictions due to his parents strict teachings, but it doesn’t work and he sometimes worries he’s actually possessed or evil. It hurts him so badly inside. He still doesn’t understand why they insisted he was evil, he still loved them but was terrified of them.

-That being said because he doesn’t have his ptsd or autism diagnosed or even know he has it, it just lingers for years and Toki doesn’t understand why he always feels so different from everyone else. And why people think his interests are childish and dumb or why he has meltdowns when somethings overstimulates him like the time he ‘accidentally’ might’ve murdered that dude at the Snakes N Barrels concert. He knows he’s fucked up but he lies to himself that he’s okay because that’s what he always had to do. Never having anyone to comfort him expect his straw clown doll and his imagination, he often regresses to a younger age to cope with his trauma and overall stress. He has panic attacks frequently too as well as nightmares and had social anxiety when he was a teenager. He beats himself up a lot, feeling the most fucked up out of everyone and having undiagnosed autism just makes him feel like he can’t even handle life. He talks to Skwisgaar about his internal struggles, knowing that even if all Skwisgaar does is nod and make brief eye contact, seeming half distracted with his guitar practicing, that he does care. Skwisgaar has his own personal issues and an ego, but he really does care about Toki and the two have a very close bond.

“Why’s Toki gotta have so many stupid problems things…”

-Toki doesn’t ever end up getting diagnosed, his distrust of the American medical system is part of it, also he’s just anxious about Dr’s in general, but he’s learned to self soothe and calm himself down over time. He enjoys having quiet time alone, focusing on a project, like building model airplanes or coloring, he likes to keep his hands busy so his mind has something to focus on. sometimes he just sits alone on his bed and hugs himself tightly or rocks himself until he calms down. Deddybear always brings him some relief.

-When nothing else works sometimes Toki gets explosive bursts of anger and destroys things, but he doesn’t have to be angry to break shit, it’s fun to break shit. Like lamps! Sometimes Skwisgaar or Pickles find him sobbing with bloody knuckles outside after fist fighting a tree or breaking random shit in the yard. Pickles always takes a brother like approach and brings Toki inside to bandage his hands, while Skwisgaar just takes Toki by the arm silently and walks him to his bathroom. He awkwardly helps Toki clean himself up and doesn’t say much. He lets Toki cuddle with him afterwards and it always helps Toki calm down.

-While some people with autism dislike being touched as it over stimulates them, Toki is the opposite. He always feels under stimulated. It could be because he was isolated for so long that now he can’t handle being alone for extended periods of time. He always wants physical contact with those he cares about. It’s hard being in Dethklok sometimes because none of the guys are affectionate towards each other and none are very touchy unless it’s with a woman. It makes Toki sad because he wants hugs all the time or to hold hands or play with someone’s fingers while sitting together on the couch. It’s all platonic (except with Skwisgaar, they’re more than friends but it’s complicated). Toki needs constant stimulation or else he’s anxious, bored, or fidgety. Being neglected made him even more clingy and now if anyone shows him an ounce of affection he is overjoyed and doesn’t want it to end. He loves long tight hugs and snuggling close to someone, glued to their side. Over the years Skwisgaar has eased up a bit and lets Toki cuddle him or hug him, they hold hands a lot when the guys aren’t around. Skwisgaar likes to play with Toki’s hair and it makes Toki the happiest guy on earth. He loves the smell of Skwisgaar’s hair and always presses his nose against his head when the cuddle.

Feel free to share any other Toki headcanons!

#metalocalypse #dethklok #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #skwistok #we love you Toki #autistic characters #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #william murderface #writing dump #traumagentic did #did stuff #did system

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fizzledtaste · 15 days

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KINK CONTENT DON'T LIKE DON'T READ

Dungeon meshi has so many potencial for burp kink scenarios fics etc (and just anything to do with food and digestion tbh) I can't believe there isn't more content for it but that's why I'm making my own

Which is just some headcanons that I have for some of them

Laios

I can easily picture Laios (and Falin) being raised by their father to really mind their manners and care about etiquette, so he'll excuse himself and cover his mouth out of habit, but he personally doesn't understand why such a normal bodily function would be a big deal and considered offensive.

On the contrary, he actually thinks it's impressive to know how to do it, especially on command (he doesn't know how to do it but really wishes he knew because it's "so cool") and is the most likely to compliment someone's elses burp by saying "good one" or something like that and he would definitely be willing to participate in a burping contest. However, most of the times he won't really react cause, again, it's just a bodily function

Prob ha some pretty big ones considering his size and how much he likes eating weird stuff, (especially after what happens to his appetite at the end), I imagine them being so loud sometimes that it will startle people around him.

Chilchuck

He really doesn't think its a big deal, like, he has more important things to worry about and he actually gets annoyed at people who care about it, whether because they get too embarrassed or because they find it hilarious and do it on purpose to be annoying, he thinks it's childish to care about something like this.

However, there was in fact a point he cared about it, at least enough to learn how to do it on command, which he describes as a remnant from when he was "young and immature" (his own words). He's pretty good at controlling his burps in general, he needs to be, as a rogue (needs to be stealthy and all that) but if he doesn't need to be silent he'll just burp whenever he needs to, not bothering to cover or close his mouth and excuse himself unless it's a particularly loud or disrupting one. He'll excuse himself if asked to do so, however.

Anyone who listens to him burp for the first time will be shocked by how something so big could come from such a small guy. They're not as loud as Laio's but they're very deep and can get pretty long. They're, in fact, almost too much for his little body, and will often leave him out of breath and hurt his chest. He knows how to hold them very well, like I said, but hates doing it because trying to hold down such big burps will not be very fun and just make them worse later. He can't even just stifle them, he has to hold them down because closing/covering his mouth won't do much to hide them.

They manage to somehow get even worse when he's drinking, the beer will give him more than enough fuel for even longer, deeper ones and he'll lose any sense of shame, not even trying to muffle or excuse the louder ones. When drunk, he would also be willing to participate in a burping contest.

I'll do Marcille and Senshi if this gets enough (more than one) likes

#laios touden #chilchuk tims #burp kink #burping #eructo #eructophilia

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bellysoupset · 9 months

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Part 3 of Concussed Vince, the final part at least for now!

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He was going to vomit.

Vince moaned, feeling like his head was swimming and let it roll on the pillow, pressing his eyes closed. Every second since he had woken up, five minutes before, had been hell.

"Oh hey," Leo's voice cut through the mind fog, relief dripping from it, "you're finally awake."

"Hhhgn..." Vince groaned, unsure if he should be opening his mouth or not. He squeezed the bed under him to ground the world and forced his eyes open, swallowing the bitter taste in his mouth, "what- What happened...?"

"You had a concussion, after all," Leo shrugged, but despite his casual tone, he looked very serious, "the paramedics brought you in, uhm... I don't know yesterday? I'm not sure anymore."

Vince frowned, "I've been unconscious a whole day?"

"Yeah," Leo yawned in his hand, "something like that... Jon's in the clinic tonight, I'm gonna ask a nurse to let him know you're awake. Luke and Bell are in the cafeteria and Wendy is driving back from NY, she should be here soon."

"You called my girlfriend?" Vince whined, "not cool man..."

Leo glared at him, blue eyes sparkling with anger and Vin recoiled. He hadn't seen Leo pissed often, but he knew he didn't want to be on the blonde's bad side.

"You scared the crap out of us, Vince," he said in a way that ended all conversation, "how are you feeling?"

"Pukey," Vince admitted, "but I don't think I have anything to throw up."

"Probably not," Leo snorted, but reached across the room to grab a silver emesis basin, which he planted on Vince's lap, "they want to keep you here until the end of the week."

"Fuck no, I have-"

"It's non negotiable," Leo said harshly and Vince cringed. He could tell whatever had happened had scared the hell out of his friends to have Leo, the sweetest of them, be this curt.

"Okay..." Vince grimaced, then reached to rub his hand over his face, only to feel his shoulder pull. He sucked in a gasp and squeezed his eyes shut, as a hot wave of pain echoed through his shoulder and up his neck, down to his stomach... His belly cramped and he let out a whimper.

"What is it?" Leo's sternness vanished as if it had never been there, worry taking it's place, "Vin?"

"Gon'besick," he groaned, unable to hold the basin with the pain all over his shoulder and side, instead just hanging over it. He heard Leo curse, then move forward to hold the emesis bowl right under his chin.

"What's wrong?" Leo's voice sounded distant, as if Vince was underwater and he tried to take a deep breath, only find it cut short. Another one and his mouth pooled with saliva. Far away he heard Leo say something else, but the buzzing in his ears was too loud.

The next breath stopped in his throat, then he coughed and hot, bitter, bile rushed up, splattering in the bin. Vince coughed again, the nausea fading, but the pain not quite and he could hear Leo speaking still.

"-know, he just turned really white out of nowhere-"

Vince blinked quickly, realizing one of his eyes had started to leak tears. His nose burned too and he could only breathe in that horrible bitter smell.

"I got him," Lucas' voice caused Vince to snap his head, which was a mistake because his head swam a little more. He burped up another dribble of bright yellow bile in the basin and groaned as it scratched his throat.

Vince felt his best friend's hand in the middle of his back, steadying him, while the other had replaced Leo's on the basin, holding it up. Lucas had a deep crease between his eyebrows and he looked much older than usual, he hadn't clean shaved as his usual and the dark shadow of a beard colored his chin, lips pressed in a thin line.

"Here, blow your nose," Luke said, then held a wad of tissue paper to Vince's nose and he couldn't do more than blow, despite how childish he felt having Luke clean him up like that, "take a small sip of water."

He obeyed without thinking, sighing in relief when the refreshing liquid pushed back down the nauseous feeling and the acid in his throat, "everything hurts."

"Yeah, you're concussed all the way to Tuesday," Leo teased lightly, "no shit."

Vince looked up tiredly. While Lucas had taken Leo's spot by the bed, the blonde had circled it and was sitting at Vince's foot, a soft smile on that didn't quite reach his eyes. It made Vin's heart sink, that so many people were worried about him.

"I'm fine now," he reassured them, or rather, tried to. It came out raspy and weak and Leo rolled his eyes, while Luke let out a scoff and squeezed his good shoulder.

"Good to see you awake, bro," he said and Vince leaned into his touch, shoulders dropping in resignation and exhaustion. Lucas eyed the bowl, "water staying down?"

"Think so," Vince nodded, then winced as it made his brain rattle around his skull, "...I'm already tired, how's that possible?"

"Well, you need rest," Luke shrugged, taking the bowl and putting it away to be collected, "Jon said you broke your ribs."

"Just one," Vince yawned, only for Leo to cringe.

"Yeah, uh- Not anymore."

"Excuse me?"

"You finished breaking the other one with all the heaving and- and-... Apparently you had a seizure in the CT Scan room...?"

"You're joking?" Vince gasped, while Lucas only looked more furious.

"And apparently, you had already had a seizure?" Lucas' raised his eyebrows, "Jonah said so."

"Whatever happened to patient confidentiality?" Vince scoffed, cheeks blushing, "it was fine, it was because of a silly infection I had... Almost a year ago, it was before I even started dating Wen..."

Leo rolled his eyes, "well, they're keeping you here to watch over you. They're worried this might turn into post traumatic epilepsy."

Vince looked up, meeting Lucas' worried gaze, "I'm fine," he stressed, "I swear, I'm fine, it's not fucking epilepsy-"

"Vince," Luke glared at him, "there's no world where you walk out of this hospital before the end of the week, it doesn't matter how much you bitch about it."

Vince's mouth snapped shut and he sulked, sinking into the pillows, "this is unfair and the hospital bill is going to cost a fortune and for what? I slept off worse concussions bef-"

"Stop worrying about the hospital bill," Lucas sighed, "I took care of it-"

"You did what!?"

Leo flinched at the tone of Vince's voice and shot up, glaring at his friends, "I told you he wouldn't like this," he whispered to Lucas, grabbing his coat, "I'm gonna- Uh- Yeah, go anywhere but here."

He slipped off the room just as he heard Lucas say defensively, "it's my money and I do whatever the fuck I want with it and if I want-"

Leo grimaced in sympathy with Vince. He knew he wouldn't like if someone footed his own hospital bill, no matter how good their intentions or how much money they had to spare. Regardless, right now he was removed from the situation enough to know this had been a good thing.

He found Bella at the end of the waiting room lounge. She too looked sleepless, bone tired just like the rest of them. Leo sat down next to her, "hi."

"Hey kid," Bell smiled and Leo rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe that even Bella called him that, "how is he?"

"Awake and bitching," Leo yawned, leaning his head back and massaging his temples, "Luke stayed with him..."

Bella nodded, pinching the bridge of her nose, "I just got out of the phone with his mom."

"Oh?" Leo refused to open his eyes, exhausted "and?"

"She was distraught, to say the least. His parents want him back home."

"Yeah, Vin is gonna love that," he answered sarcastically, "are they coming over?"

"I think just his mom or both his parents, but not his sisters," he could hear clearly Bella's defeat, "it's going to be a mess."

"Uhm," Leo sighed, thinking back on Jonah, panicking at the elevator, "he can stay with us, we wouldn't mind."

"I don't think Wendy is gonna like that, or Mrs. Monacelli or-"

"Got it," Leo chuckled, opening his eyes, "well, the offer stands. I'm gonna go get a coffee and find my boyfriend. Do you need anything Bells?"

"No," she shook her head, tired, "I think I'm just gonna nap until Luke gets back."

"Okay, suit yourself," Leo patted her knee, getting up in a jump.

He found the coffee machine on the first floor and Jonah just finishing up a handful of papers in the second one, leaning over nurse station's desk.

"Got you a coffee," Leo said, planting the cup in front of him and Jonah huffed, without looking up.

"Only authorized personal is allowed in here, Wagner."

"Uh-hum," Leo rolled his eyes, unbothered by Jon's bitchiness, "you might wanna know Vin is awake."

Jonah's head snapped up, "he is?"

"Yeah," Leo bit down an amused smile, "and not happy. About any of this."

Jonah let out a scoff, barely masking his relieved sigh and turned his attention back to the papers, "I'm guessing Luke's in there babying him to hell and back?"

"Of course," Leo took a sip of his coffee, "apparently Vince's mom wants him to go home."

"Bumfuck nowhere home?" Jonah paused, almost messing up his signature on the release papers of a patient, "the semester starts back up in two weeks, this is nonsense."

"Do you wanna be the one to tell his mom that?" Leo poked his side, "take a break, go see him."

"I can't just take breaks," Jonah shook his head in denial and Leo raised a judgmental eyebrow.

"You can't avoid him," Leo scoffed, "c'mon. I know it were some stressful forty eight hours and they took your feelings for a spin, but Vin doesn't know all that. You can't avoid him, go at least check up on him."

"Lawyer and a therapist? I really lucked out," Jonah said sarcastically, "you should go home. You look horrible."

"Thanks, babe, I'm flattered," Leo scratched at his cheeks and then winced, because yeah, he did have more than a five o'clock now and he was sure his dark circles were so deep they looked like bruises. his complexion was pale to begin with, so by now he probably looked like a Tim Burton character.

"Seriously," Jonah looked up, then opened a small smile, "I'll go see him. Now you go home, because seeing your face is making me antsy."

"I can't go home ye-"

"Wendy will be here in two hours. Lucas isn't gonna leave Vince's side even if I call security on him," Jon moved closer, smoothing a hand over Leo's wrinkled hoodie, "go home. Get some sleep, take your meds, eat something."

"Pot calling the kettle," Leo sighed, but nodded, leaning in to steal a quick kiss, much to Jonah's displeasure since he was very against PDA in the hospital, "promise me you'll go over talk with him?"

"I promise."

"And that you'll call me if something happens?"

"I prom-"

"No, I'm serious," Leo squeezed his white coat, "promise you'll call me, even if I can't do anything about it."

"I promise Leo," Jonah nodded, "get out of here."

Jon watched Leo leave, then meticulously finished all the paperwork, before taking his fifteen minutes break. He wasn't sure why he felt anxious about seeing Vince, of all people, but alas.

He knocked out of politeness, but didn't wait for an answer, opening the private room's door. Vince was glaring at a wall, clearly sulking and Lucas had taken the spot Leo had occupied until then, on the armchair next to the bed. He too was pouting, but clearly refusing to leave no matter how pissed off.

"Hi, Vin."

"Hey..." Vince opened a small smile, frown diminishing, "Leo told me what happened, I'm sorry I scared the fuck out of you in the middle of the night."

Lucas scoffed at that and Jonah caught his eye, exchanging a small smile, "yeah, sounded like a cat dying in my guest room," Jonah teased, stepping closer, "how are you feeling?"

"Amazing," Vince lied through his teeth, "ready to go home."

Jonah stared at him, then back at Lucas and said, "would you give us a minute?"

Luke's eyebrows shot up, so did Vince's, but he nodded, getting up, "I'm gonna go find Bells, be back in a bit."

As soon as he shut the door, Vince's frown burrowed further, "...Am I in trouble?"

"You're a fucking idiot," Jonah blurted out, cringing at his own words. Way to go, he thought bitterly, as Vince's eyes widened.

"Uhm... Is this about the seizure? Because, like I keep saying, it had nothing to do with head trau-"

"Why wouldn't I care?" Jonah glared at him, leaving Vince's mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, "you're one of my best friends in the whole world and that's counting Leo, who's my boyfriend, and Atwood, who I hate-"

"You don't hate Luke," Vince rolled his eyes, then snapped his mouth shut as Jonah continued.

"And you got fucking run over and thought I'd be okay with you bleeding to death in the dorms!? What if- What if I hadn't checked up on you that night!? What then? What if you had no one-"

"Yeah, but you did-"

"It's not the point!" Jonah exclaimed, "the point is you're stupid for thinking I don't care about you! What? Do I need to follow you around like a lost puppy like Luke so you realize you're my best friend and I love you? You're an idiot-"

"Ah," Vince's frown cleared up, "it's about that? Jon, of course I know-"

"Do you!?" Jonah glared at him, "because it doesn't seem like you do. You're not my boyfriend's friend who I tolerate or Wendy's boyfriend who I just kind of like, you're my friend and you almost fucking died, Vin-"

"Aw, man," Vince sighed, pushing himself up and promptly cradling his head with his good hand, "I never thought that... Well, okay, I never thought you felt this deeply, but I- I've always counted you as one of my best friends, I just didn't know it was the opposite way around too..."

"You're so fucking stupid," Jonah rolled his eyes, swallowing the knot in his throat, ignoring the burning in his eyes, "bloody donkey."

"Okay, no need to spend your british flattery on me," Vince snorted, "c'mere. Stop yelling at me, my head hurts."

Unwillingly, Jonah stepped closer, feeling his whole face burn with embarrassment and the overwhelming breakdown he had bottled up until then, "what?"

"Give me a hug."

"I'm not a toddler," Jonah scoffed, pulling back as he felt Vince grab his coat, "we don't need to hug it out-"

"Give me a fucking hug," Vince yanked at his coat and Jonah let out a yelp, because he was not expecting the force of the yank. He had been under the erroneous impression that Vince was feeling poorly enough to be weak.

He crumpled down and had to brace against the metal headboard of the hospital bed in order not to crush Vince's wounded side, being pulled into a one armed hug.

"I'm sorry," Vince mumbled, face squished in his shoulder and Jonah glared at the white wall in front of him, whole body fighting not to melt into the hug and squeeze his friend like he wanted to.

"...Don't tell anyone," Jonah sighed, hugging him back gingerly and quickly pulling back, his face burning. This was more emotional vulnerability he had shown since confessing to Leo. He cleared his throat, "how's your head?"

"Throbbing and your yelling didn't help," Vince teased him, rubbing his temple, "Lucas' didn't either."

"Why was Atwood yelling?"

"Trying to force me to accept charity," Vin rolled his eyes, "don't even say anything, I know you agree with him."

Jonah bit down a smile, "for once, yeah, I do. It's not charity, the health system of this country is broken and Lucas has money to burn and he loves you."

"Yeah yeah, loads of people love me, so I heard," Vince's cheeks were pink, "you guys startled the living crap out of my girlfriend and Luke says my ma is coming over? What the fuck is wrong with you people, it's just a scrat-"

"Okay," Jonah shook his head, sitting on the edge of the bed, "you know it wasn't just a scratch, Vin. I saw you the other day, you were scared too."

"... But they cleared me out..." Vince sighed, leaning back against the pillows, "it just doesn't feel right to mobilize all these people for something small."

"Oh trust me, you giant mammoth, you're anything but small. My back is still killing me from carrying your ass out of the tub," Jonah snapped at him, "they're all coming because they love you. Grow up, some of us would kill to have so many people on our corner."

"I hope you don't mean you, because you better know all these people would be just as worried if it was you instead of me," Vince winced lightly, "my mother is going to throw a fit so huge my nonno will be able to hear all the way from Sicily."

"Good," Jonah nodded, "she's going to try and take you back to Bumfuck, Nowhe-"

"Doveport!?"

"Yeah, that," Jon agreed, "so just know, you're welcome in our guest room for as long as you like."

Vince blushed, but nodded, lightly, "are you sure?"

"Only if you stop being a stubborn idiot and follow doctor orders," Jonah reprimanded, only to receive a wide smile in return.

"But what's the fun in that?"

#okay NOW i think is the end #at least for now #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto fic #concussion #vince monacelli #mywriting

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asgardwinter · 2 years

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The Divorce (2)

summary | The problems from the Upside Down follow your return to Hawkins and even if all you want is to get away from them you can’t leave it unsolved. Once you got involved back in 1983 there’s no going back. It seems you can’t untangle from that small town, not your mind nor your heart.

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pairing | Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

warnings | angst, break up mentions, brief mention of a panic attack, mention of drugs (no use though), they’re pretend they don’t care but they do, SEASON 4 SPOILERS (episode 2)

word count | 2,5k

author’s note | earlier than i expected but i’m really excited about this series :) if you like it, please consider leaving a comment!

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“Can I… help you guys?” You asked after an awkward moment of silence to the party reunited in front of your mom’s small front door.

Like a magnet, your eyes locked with Steve’s brown irises, a chill running through your spine. Your eyes shifted from Steve to Dustin and then to Max, who was just in front of the door and seemed to have taken the lead in that moment.

“Hi.” Max said, the atmosphere wasn’t quite pleasant and everyone could feel it. “Can… Can we talk?”

You looked again at all those people perched at the door. They only reunited for a reason and you knew what: something must’ve gone wrong again, something Upside Down related. Before opening the door and giving them free passage inside, you looked around to see if any cop was looking there. Apparently they had more things to worry about then a bunch of kids entering the neighbors house, so you invited them in silently, closing the door after the last one of them — Steve — got into your small trailer.

There were enough people to almost fall off the windows, but they found a way to accommodate themselves there in the small couch and the few chairs. You turned to look inside before closing the door, bumping into Steve in the process.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled as you tried to pass by his left side.

He tried to give you more room by stepping to the left but instead he only got more in your way. In a try of just getting that over with you grabbed his forearms and switched your places, so now his back faced the door and you were almost in the “living room”.

You were half laughing, but when you looked up to find his serious expression your laughter died in your throat, giving a free pass to the memories you tried to suppress. You cleared your throat and let go of his forearms, turning away from him to look at Max who seemed anxious to start talking — everyone seemed a bit anxious to be honest.

“I need to say that you guys are worrying me.” You tried to joke but your heart was growing fast and you didn’t like it. “Everytime you’re together it usually means things are going out of the tracks again. Me included”

“I wanted to ask if you saw something…weird last night.” Max blurted out. “By The Mmunson’s trailer.”

“I think you could know better than I.” You answered with confusion filling your heart. “You live right in front of it. And I’m so sorry but I wasn’t here last night, I came back today before even the police were here.”

“Where were you?” Steve’s curiosity got the best of him.

“None of your business.” You retorted in a very mature tone.

“So, you don’t have any idea about where we can find Eddie Munson?” Max interrupted the beginning of a very childish discussion between you and Steve.

“Well, we…we don’t talk that much, as much as neighbors do, actually. And now that I moved away it’s been way more distant.” You said, walking to the “kitchen”. “But, maybe you can find him at Rick’s house.”

“Who?”

“Reefer Rick.” You said, but it didn’t ring a bell in any of them. “The drug dealer. Eddie gets his drugs from him.”

“Great!” Dustin cheered. “Do you know where he lives?”

“Sorry, that’s another piece of information I don’t have.”

“Any last names? Family members?” He insisted but you just shook your head, the guy was more like a myth than a person. “Well, shit.”

“I think I can find him.” Robin said, getting up from the couch. “We just need to get back to Family Video.”

You smiled at her and went to open the door, everyone was quickly trying to get out and move faster. The possibility of finally getting to Eddie was a bit exciting, even if all they wanted was some peace and quiet for the time being. You were quick to grab your jacket that was hanging on the side of the door, lock the entrance and get to follow them toward Steve’s car.

“Hey, hey.” Steve called your attention as he opened the car. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To find Eddie.” You said simply, getting in the backseat after Max and Dustin. “I know there’s something you guys aren’t telling me. If this was just a missing person or a murder you’d be talking to the police.”

“You don’t need to do this, okay?” He started. “You’re not here anymore, this is not your problem.”

“I get that I don’t live here anymore, but if I’m right to assume this is connected to all that shit we already went through I deserve to know.” You lost your temper for a mere second. “I’m just as involved in this as you, guys. So can you just tell me so we can get this over with?”

They all exchanged careful looks, all that ended with an impatient ruff from Robin and she turned in her seat while Steve pulled out the driveway. “We really think this student death is connected to the Upside Down.”

“No shit.” You rolled your eyes, trying to keep calm like this was just another day. “Fill me in, then.”

Maybe coming back to Hawkins was really a huge mistake after all.

…

It wasn’t long and you found yourself in Steve’s car again, this time going to the possible location of reefer rick’s house. Robin made some new arrangements in the seats and suddenly you were sitting side to side with your ex-boyfriend on the front seat. Max, Dustin and her were enthralled by some conversation you weren’t able to focus on with Steve driving by your side.

“Why do you know so much about where Eddie Munson could’ve been? I thought you two didn’t even talk.” Steve said out of the blue.

“Why do you even care, Harrington?” You turned your head to look better at him and raise your brow in challenge, but his eyes were focused on the road — too focused. You were dying to throw some of his words back at him, but you bite your tongue.

“It’s not because we’re not together that I stopped caring about you. He can be dangerous.” Steve mumbled under his breath some halfass excuses.

“You’re just afraid someone will think I trade Steve Harrington for ‘the freak’.” You retorted, turning your head towards the window to look outside and try to not commit an aggression.

“If you say so.” He ended the subject quickly.

The very uncomfortable silence grew between you two. It didn't matter that there were more people in the car, that it was months after that traumatic 4th of July, your mind still drifted back to 1985, to that whole month you behaved like strangers.

…

The ride was silent, too silent for your taste.

With the radio being permanently turned off for the past weeks and the conversation dying after some short comments about the weather there was nothing to be done. Steve’s eyes were focused on the road — too focused —, and you faced the building you already knew like the back of your own hand, appreciating them and gathering every detail like it was all new.

The first time you dealt with an Upside Down occasion you and Steve pretended to not know each other until Nancy started to greet you at school. After that it was only weeks until you found yourself sitting on a hidden corner at school and Steve trying to calm you from a panic attack, something triggered by someone who closed they’re locker too forcefully.

All you could remember was Nancy shooting the demogorgon.

The second time it was simpler even with the amount of events. Steve dealt with a breakup at the same time he was trying to make sure the kids would make it out alive from the tunnel. That was the first time you actually talked about it — the weird situations you found yourselves into and also how it was to feel broken. You got out of that alive and the rest of the school year just made you closer.

It was the time you really talked about everything and it was great. So great you began dating, and you’ve never been happier.

That third time was terrifying. Not only were the monsters getting stronger, but the Russians weren’t helping whatever you were doing. The fight was filled with desperate promises.

“I’ll keep you safe.” Steve swore. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

But that was before you got caught in the foreign base and stood behind to save the children, that was before the torture and the bruises they left in you, Steve and Robin.

Before throwing the car against Billy’s.

So there you were, July 11th, not actually talking about nothing during the daily rides Steve would give you to your summer job. All that and you were going away for college in a month.

“Steve, is everything okay?” You asked, eyes searching for any response in his face.

All he did was tighten his grip in the steering wheel without even changing his stern demeanor. “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I?” He forced a weak smile out and your heart clenched.

You turned your gaze away from him, trying to hold the tears, trying to bury the feeling that it was all crumbling down.

…

“I overheard.” you answered his early question, wiping the tears that were starting to gather in your eyes.

“What?” Steve asked, confused about what the hell you were talking about.

“I overheard Eddie talking on the phone with this guy one day. I was taking out the trash and he was being really loud in his room.” You explained, still not looking at him. “We met when he was going out, made some small talk, he said he was going to crash at a friend’s house.”

Steve was confused, after all that angry discussion you just gave him the answer like that. But he wasn’t going to complain. Instead, he only nodded and announced to everyone that you’d got the Reefer Rick’s.

Before you were all out of the car, Dustin rushed to ring the doorbell.

One time.

And then again.

And then furiously until he stopped just to start punching the door.

“Okay. Well, that’s settled. I guess he’s not here.” Steve said, looking at Dustin.

“Eddie! It’s Dustin!” The kid shouted while still ringing the bell. “Look, we just want to talk, okay? No cops, I swear. We just want to help.”

“Shhhh.” Robin said as she tried to look inside.

You went to her side, trying to spot anything that could serve as a clue inside the house, but that was not too promising.

“Rick!” Dustin kept ringing the damn doorbell, making your head pound and patience run low. “Reefer Rick!”

“Don’t scream that.” Steve scolded him, but it had no effect.

“Rick!” Dustin insisted.

“He’s not there.”

“Reefer Rick!”

“Just…” Steve started to say something but his sentence got cut in the beginning.

“He could be really high.” Dustin suggested and you laughed.

“Just please stop ringing that damn bell, it’s pointless.” You asked Dustin, who only shrugged.

“Is that a foot?” Steve asked, looking inside.

“No, that’s a shoe.” Dustin corrected him.

“Hey, guys?” You heard Max call from a bit far, her flash light was pointing to the boat house that had the door half open and a light that was lit.

“I guess we found him.” You said.

…

“Hello?” Robin asked as she entered the boat house. “Is anyone home?”

“What a dump.” Steve complained.

You decided to go on by Robin’s side, trying to stay as far away from Steve as possible. That proved a good decision as he started to mess around with an oar.

You were trying to focus on the walls, maybe there could be any marks or clues there, but that was until Max called you.

“Hey, look over here.” You and Robin got closer to her, the stream of light of her flashlight pointing at some garbage that was probably left by someone who was using the facility. “Someone was here.”

“Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran.” Robin suggested.

“Or maybe he’s still here.” It was your time to make a guess.

“Don't worry. Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin teased Steve, that stopped his quest for a second.

“I know you think you’re being funny, Henderson, but considering the fact that everybody in this room has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the sligh…”

In one moment Steve and Dustin were discussing and in the other Steve was pinned to the wall by Eddie with a pocket knife to his throat.

“Whoa,whoa, whoa, Eddie! Eddie! Stop!” Dustin shouted, getting Eddie's attention. “Eddie, it’s me. It’s Dustin. This is Steve. He’s not gonna hurt you, right, Steve?”

“Right, yeah.” He confirmed in fear.

Your heart was racing, all you could look at was the sharp object being pressed to Steve’s throat. your hands were in the air so fast you were sure your brain didn’t process the situation properly.

“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” Dustin continued to play the mediator and you were so glad for it. Neither you or Robin had the cold blood for that.

The moment the oar touched the ground, Eddie jumped and pressed the knife more to Steve’s throat, your voice joined Dustin shouting for him to stop.

“He’s cool!” Was it you or Dustin who had said that?

“I’m cool, man. I’m cool.” Steve repeated, trying to reassure Eddie.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“We’re looking for you.” DUnton answered

“We’re here to help.” Robin said, her voice calling his attention.

“Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band. This is my friend Max, the one who never wants to play D&D. This is Y/n, you know her from the trailer park, she’s your neighbor. Eddie, we're on your side. I swear on my mother.” The silence that followed his discourse didn’t sound too good for the whole speech. “Right, guys?”

“Yes. Yes, we swear.” Max said.

“On… On Dustin’s mother.” Robin confirma.

“Swear on his mom.” You repeated.

“Yeah, Dustin’s… Dustin’s mother.” Steve said.

Eddie looked at him for a moment before letting him go. You took a step forward to steady Steve, looking at his neck in search of any scratch.

“Are you all right?” You whispered, to which he only nodded.

You sucked a breath in relief, letting go of him again — what was the problem with you and holding him in the past few hours? — and looking back to where Eddie had sunk in the ground. He looked so lost.

“We just want to help.” Dustin reassured him.

“We want to know what happened.” Robin said, getting closer to Eddie and Dustin.

“You won’t believe me.” His voice sounded so broken now, way less braver than minutes earlier.

“Try us.” Max challenged him.

And just like that he started to describe the previous night.

#asgardwinter writes #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington #steve harrington angst #series: the divorce

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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A Spark in the Dark - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Joel comes to check on you after you miss a patrol

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: none really

Notes: Be mindful that this is from my own experiences of having visual/aura migraines so it may not be the same as yours

Y/N’s POV

The sound of someone knocking on my front door feels like a loud, sharp echo in my head, making me groan in pain. I had woken up with a migraine so bad part of my vision had blacked out this morning and the sound of the door only intensifies the throbbing she that feels like a hammer to the skull. The sound reverberates through my ears, sending sharp waves of pain down my neck and making me feel nauseous with every knock feeling like a physical blow.

I’m pulling myself from under the darkness of my covers, stumbling blindly through my apartment with the little vision I have currently, yelping when I catch the edge of my coffee table in the living room on the way to the front door. I somehow make it through the small bungalow to the door, fumbling for the handle and swinging the door open to whine in pain as the spring comes streaming in hot and blinding. Slowly prying my eyes open I’m faced with a blurry, concerned looking Joel.

“You okay darlin’?” His voice is silky and soothes my pounding head so I just shake my head, trying to form words but even they hurt to even try and form so all that I let out is a pained whimper, “Oh sweetheart, let me help you.” His hands find mine as I blindly reach for him, pulling him inside as the pain intensifies and he understands, closing the door as softly as possible. His large and calloused hands stay in mine as he guides me to the couch, helping me sit down gently and I just sink into the worn fabric. The small amount of light having made my eyes water with pain that I can feel silly tears slipping down my cheeks, embarrassment flooding my cheeks when the rough pad of Joel’s thumb brushes one away.

I can’t help but feel so small and vulnerable at the feel of his hand cupping my jaw, barely able to see him kneeling in front of me between my legs. If it were any other time I’d be very flustered and turned on as Joel is a very good looking man and I have had a crush on him since I first met in him the canteen a few months after I arrived in Jackson. Right now though? I want to turn my head away in shame but his hand is so comforting against my cheek when I croak out, “I… Ah fuck, visual migraine.”

“Oh baby doll,” His face fills with even more concern from the little I can see and something else like worry, “What can I do?”

“N-need you…” Both of our faces flush at the wording when my voice gets stuck in my throat as another wave of pain washes over me, my hand gripping his wrist of his hand that is still on my cheek, “Fuck sorry Joel,” I feel like crying, “I can’t see, need… need bed and- and you.”

“Me?” His face contorts into a mix of confusion and surprise at my request but he doesn’t even hesitate for a second, “Of course sweetheart.” He says, voice filled with warmth and care, “Come on, lets get you back to bed.” His hands guide me to my shaky feet, supporting me with his strong arms, and he leads me to the bedroom. I can barely see anything but I can feel his comforting presence next to me and smell the sweetness of his cologne. He helps me lay down on the bed and relief washes over me as the soft mattress and pillows cradle my head but it’s not enough and I don’t care how childish it is but I’m making grabby hands in the direction Joel once was, “One second baby doll.”

There’s a rustle of fabric before Joel returns, sliding under the covers with me and pulling me close to him, my hands finding a bare and toned chest. It draws a questioning sound from me as I lay my head over his heart and gently ghosting his fingers over the scarred skin and feeling him shiver below me, “No shirt?”

“I know you prefer skin to skin contact when you're feeling panicked," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper, "and I'm worried you might panic if you can't see me.” It makes my heart burst with love for the man who is extremely sweet and loving despite the grumpy, scary murders facade he puts up. As my fingers continue to explore his chest, I can’t help but appreciate the well-defined muscles and the way they move under my touch, his physique impressive with a strong and broad chest that tapers down to a narrow waist and his tummy is softer. It makes him more well rounded and I love his tummy seeing it move with his breathes and letting me know he’s still alive. Despite the scars that crisscross his skin and the weariness etched into his features, there's a vitality and energy to him that is impossible to ignore.

Joel’s fingers ghost up my sides until they find themselves in my hair where he begins to massage my scalp with his blunt nails and I can’t help but feel a wave of pleasure wash over me. My body responding instinctively to his touch, arching closer to him as soft sounds of contentment escape my lips at the way his fingers move through my hair, tracing patterns on my scalp and sending shivers of delight down my spine. I’m so drawn to him, to the way he cares for me with such tenderness and understanding and to the way he only lets me see this side of him except for Tommy and Ellie. I’ve always felt such a deep seated attraction to him, not just for his handsomely rugged features an we-defined muscles but for the kindness and compassion he shows me. It’s as if he knows exactly what I need, even before I do sometimes.

The mixture of his fingers in my hair and way he’s softly begun to hum I feel myself beginning to drift off to sleep, feeling safe and secure in his arms. His touch easing the anxiety and panic I was feeling earlier, almost too much as I hear myself speaking before sleep takes over.

I groggily open my eyes, surprised to find that the pounding in my head and the blurred and spotty vision that plagued me all day yesterday has gone. Sitting up slowly, wincing as my muscles protest and my heart aches a little at the lack of Joel next to me but it quickly fades as the delicious aroma of sizzling bacon and sausage wafts into the room. My stomach grumbles in response, almost painfully as I didn’t eat yesterday due to the lack of motivation to do anything. The thought of food spurs me into action and I’m swinging my legs over the edge of my bed, bare feet touching the cool hardwood floor.

I'm a bit disoriented at first, still trying to shake off the grogginess of sleep, but the scent of breakfast is a potent motivator. I get up, feeling a jolt of attraction as I see Joel standing in the kitchen, shirtless and cooking up a storm. His muscular back and broad shoulders are on full display, and I can't help but admire the way his body moves as he works. As I approach, he turns to me, and I see the concern etched on his face. "Good morning, gorgeous," he says, his voice filled with warmth and tenderness. "How are you feeling?”

“Much better.” I mumble, moving over to him and wrapping my arms around his waist, resting my cheek on the dip between his shoulder blades and feeling the way his heart rate picks up and he lets out a soft rumble in his chest. I can feel the warmth of his skin against mine and the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. It’s such a simple thing but being this close to him fills me with a sense of comfort and safety that I haven’t been able to experience since the outbreak

Joel’s turning around in my arms and I feel his strong hand on my jaw, thumb caressing my cheek before he leans down and kisses me. As our lips meet I feel a surge of electricity run through me and my heart beats faster in my chest. HIs kiss is tender yet intense and if feel myself getting lost in the moment, like nothing else matters, just Joel and me, wrapping in each others arms and sharing such a tender moment. The spitting of the oil in the pan has Joel breaking away and his lips find my forehead once before he’s urging me to go sit down so he can bring the plates of breakfast to me.

I comply, still dazed and reeling from the intensity of the kiss, sitting at the table and stealing glances at the sweet man as he moves around the kitchen, finishing up breakfast. The way he moves is holds so much confidence and grace, his muscles rippling under his skin with every motion. I can’t help myself wetting my parched lips as I stare at him, falling further and further in love with him. Drawn from my realisation Joel is setting the plates down and catching my eye before sending me a small smile before he speaks, “Eat up sweet girl,” I can’t help but feel a wave of warmth wash over me at his words, eating in a comfortable silence and enjoying the delicious food.

“Fuck, that was amazing Joel.” I groan, falling back in my chair in bliss as damn Joel can really cook. He’s grinning somewhat bashfully but also very pridefully, moving from his seat opposite me and drawing me to my feet. Before I can ask what he’s doing he’s drawing me into a breathtaking kiss.

It’s an almost overwhelming sensation flooding through me, the feel of his warm body pressed against mine, the brush of his fingertips against my cheek and the softness of his lips as they meet mine. I’m enveloped by the scent of his aftershave, a musky and masculine fragrance mixed with the vanilla of his cologne and the cherry shampoo he uses as he knows I like it. The combination has me weak at the knees for him, the kiss deeps and I can taste the tang of the orange juice he had with his breakfast on his lips, mixed with the fainted hint of the bacon we had. The sounds of our breathing fill the room, ragged and needy as we lose ourselves in the moment. I hear the scrape of out feet against the floor as he moves forwards, guiding me backwards until I hit the solid wall, bodies melting together in a tangle of limbs. His thigh pressing itself between my legs and I’m mewling as I feel my body ignite with want but before we can go any further my front door flies open to reveal Tommy.

We quickly break apart, breathless and flushes, eyes meeting in shared realisation of what we were doing, neither of us having any recollection of when we moved from hugs and touches to kisses. There’s not contempt or regret in his honey eyes so I take it as a good sign, the moment being interrupted by Tommy. He’s got a shit eating grin on his face, hands held up on defeat as he says, “Ahh, I can come back later…”

“No, it’s fine,” Joel says, voice still a little husky, “What do you need?” There’s no shame to his tone as he looks at his younger brother, eyes daring Tommy to say something about us. They’re brothers so of course Tommy is going to rise to the challenge and tease the ever-loving fuck out of us, especially after he’s been hounding Joel to hurry up and settle down as he’s getting old.

Tommy grins even wider and waggles his eyebrows suggestively “If you lovebirds are sure I want a coffee, I know you have some hidden here.” Tommy turns his attention to me at that and I feel my face flush. How did Tommy know about my stash of coffee? It’s like my best kept secret, coffee being such a rare delicacy nowadays. Joel rolls his eyes at his brother before heading to the kitchen and straight to the cupboard he knows it in and I realise just how at home Joel looks here. He knows his way around my bungalow and even has a draw of his own clothes in my room… we’ve been a married couple before we were even making out.

“He knows where your coffee is, are you two together finally?” Tommy asks, moving further into the house, joining me back at the table I was previously sat at, still wearing that stupid grin. I know full well that he enjoyed the fact he caught Joel and I in a compromising position as he has new ammunition to tease Joel with.

“Yeah, yeah we are.” Joel’s voice is gruff and full of worry as he carries in the three mugs of coffee, taking the seat next to me and resting one of his large and calloused hands on my thigh comfortingly as my heart tries to take up skipping at his words. Just like that Joel and I are dating and my months of silently yearning for him and silently believing that he would never love me back are over. Tommy’s grin is softening into an affectionate smile, sipping at his coffee. I feel a mix of happiness, relief and nervousness all at once. This is really happening, Joel and I are together, and I couldn't be happier. But what does this mean for our friendship? Will it change things between us? I push those thoughts aside for now, focusing on the present moment and enjoying the warmth of Joel's hand on my thigh.

Tommy, sensing the mood, decides to change the subject. "So, when are you two going to have a proper date? I can give you some tips, you know."

Joel chuckles, a sound that rumbles through his chest and sends shivers down my spine. "Thanks, but I think we can figure it out ourselves."

Tommy just grins, raising his mug in a mock-toast. "Well, I'm happy for you two. Finally took you long enough to figure it out,” He downs the rest of his coffee and rises to his feet, “You two have fun, I’ll come back tomorrow for that favour Y/N.” He nods and leaves with a gentle click of the front door, leaving me and Joel sat at the table, sipping our coffee and basking in the warmth of our newfound relationship. As I glance over at him, I notice the way the morning light filters through the windows and dances across his features. The way his hair falls into his eyes, the curve of his jaw, the strength in his broad shoulders. It's as if I'm seeing him for the first time, truly seeing him, and I can't help but feel overwhelmed by the love I have for this man

Joel must sense my gaze on him because he turns to me and grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "What?" he asks, his voice soft and teasing.

I shake my head, smiling back at him. "Nothing. I'm just happy.

He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering against my skin. "Me too," he murmurs. "I never thought I'd find someone like you. I feel a warmth spread through my chest at his words. Joel and I share a smile, our fingers intertwined on my thigh. It may have taken us a while to realise our feelings for each other, but now that we have, I know that we're in it for the long haul.

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{The Legion adopting a teen survivor}

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A few words from author: Hi there, friends! Welcome to my first imagines! ^^

Truth be told, writing this took me much longer than writing a fic and at one point I did want to give up on ever writing Imagines - But I pushed through at last, and I'm quite thrilled to be sharing these with y'all! ^^

I personally love platonic content with DBD killers&Slashers, especially where the reader gets adopted by em - I got issues, okay? (^▽^;⁠).

However, there's not much of that sort of content on here, so here I am to fix that~ ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

Settings: Platonic! (Platonic! Platonic! ONLY platonic!)

Genre: Just some big, light-hearted fluff♡

!TRIGGER WARNING!: Swear words used here and there, just some teeny tiny mentions of the other survivors being mean, mentions of food and its consumption, light mentions of periods for AFAB readers (don't worry, if you're AMAB, just skip thru! The rest is for everyone!), and mentions of typical DBD stuff! That should be all!

Sidenote: Age of Reader isn't specified, but it's set around 12!

Sidenote: Also, this is written for all readers, but if reader description might be leaning into more feminine sense, then it's really unintentional and I genuinely apologize!

And that should be all, bunny-boos! Feel free to read the Imagines now!

Really hope you'll enjoy reading these as much as I enjoyed writing them! ^^ <3

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✧*。After Susie finds you all on your own outside the survivor camp in tears because the other survivors aren't exactly happy about having to take care of a kid, she doesn't hesitate one bit and takes you back to The Legion's lodge with her.

✧*。Surprisingly enough, it doesn't take that long for the rest of The Legion members to give into Susie's pleading and puppy dog eyes, and they accept you into their family.

✧*。Aside from Susie who's in for it right off the bat, the others take a while to warm up to their new found role of caregivers, especially Frank.

✧*。However, once they've grown comfortable with posing as older siblings it's like they all were made for that role <3.

✧*。Now, Susie - she's the sweetest, a total guardian angel! Always making sure you're doing well.

✧*。The two of you are constantly found together, especially at the beginning before you build up the courage to approach the others.

✧*。So, at the very beginning everyone knows that wherever they see Susie, they should also expect to see you wobbling close behind.

✧*。Susie definitely doesn't mind that you're kind of clinging to her at first, if anything then it's the opposite! She totally adores you!

✧*。She's constantly cooing over you, babying you, squeezing you, pinching your cheeks and just simply showering you in 24/7 affection (If you tell her you didn't receive affection back home, she's gonna give you 10x more affection) - she low key obsessed, okay?

✧*。Also, supportive to no extent. Susie's your #1 fan in everything you do and even if she might not understand something you're passionate about, she's still gonna be enthusiastic and supportive! <3

✧*。Though a little warning, Susie still holds some childish naivety and she often can't see the harm in things, which means she'll support even the absolute worst of ideas...

✧*。"Oh?? What you saying, Y/N?? You wanna pierce your tongue?? Awesome!! Hold on!! I saw a rusty old needle somewhere in here we could use!!"

✧*。Luckily, there's always one of the other Legion members to stop you two before any real harm is done. Tho not Joey, he's not as childishly naive, but my man is impulsive and very often found supporting whatever dumbass shenanigans ya two came up with </3.

✧*。Susie will also love to give you a makeover if you're up for it! She is really into dark, alternative kind of make-up, but is quite skilled in make-up of any aesthetic, so if you're into anything specific, just ask.

✧*。But don't worry, if you're not into wearing make-up, she also loves giving hair makeovers! She'll dye your hair whatever colour you'd like in a heartbeat (if she doesn't have that specific hair dye, she'll go on a hunt or ask The Entity), will give you a whatever haircut you desire no questions asked, will style your hair in anything specific you want - she'll simply do with your hair anything you desire.

✧*。If you don't have hair and/or wear wigs, she'll try to get her hands on some neat wigs for you if you'd like! And if she can't get a wig from The Entity, there sure are some alternative ways... (Let's say, a forced donation from your fellow survivors...<3).

✧*。Also, now that Susie's officially not the youngest Legion member anymore she can give you the special treatment that was usually reserved just for her before: She gonna call you affectionate petnames!! <3

✧*。Honey, Baby, Sweetie, Muffin, Pumpkin, and many more petnames daily replace your name, and you might as well sometimes be wondering if she even remembers your actual name anymore with how often she uses these with you.

✧*。Susie also always makes sure you're not feeling left out!

✧*。She includes you in everything her and the other Legion members are up to, especially at the beginning of your stay with them because she wants you to know that you actually are a part of their family and not some dirty stay animal they all gotta somehow tolerate just because they can't say 'no' to Susie.

✧*。And the last thing that definitely needs to be mentioned with Susie is that the two of you are quite often followed around by Julie because she insists that the two of you are dumb as hell and shouldn't be left unsupervised.

✧*。She means well though! You two are her precious babies, she worried about you <3.

✧*。Now for Joey - he was made to be a big brother! He's so wholesome and so fun to be around!

✧*。Though a little awkward and hesitant at first, Joey was quick to bond with you and now you are an inseparable duo <3.

✧*。And the two of you have so many inside jokes that it has the others (Frank) going mad <3.

✧*。Now, unlike Susie, Joey actually is trusted to hang out with you on his own, but he's on thin fucking line...

✧*。 Because you know how I've mentioned before that he's real impulsive and he's very often found supporting dumb and dangerous ideas you and Susie come up with? Yeah, well... he's capable of more than that...

✧*。He's very much capable of coming up with bad ideas on his own!

✧*。He's proven that that one time he thought that teaching you how to do a backflip on the roof of their lodge was just the best possible idea for how to spend the afternoon...

✧*。 He's been on Julie's and Frank's watchlist ever since </3...

✧*。However, in all seriousness, hanging out with Joey is probably one of the best experiences you can get.

✧*。Joey is fine with doing anything you want no matter how silly it could be for other people, Joey doesn't judge and you can count him in in whatever activity will make you happy! <3

✧*。You wanna have a tea party? Hell yeah, let's do this! You wanna play videogames? Absolutely! You wanna watch the crappiest shows on TV and make fun of them? Yes, please! You wanna ramble and infodump about your interests? Go on, he's all ears!

✧*。There's really not a single activity this guy'd say no to! Especially when it's you asking <3.

✧*。And even if Joey is rather an outdoor person, he doesn't mind if you'd prefer to stay inside <3.

✧*。Speaking of Joey liking to be outside, Joey's #1 activity of all the time is exploring places and trinket hunting. So, if he's got the opportunity, he's taking you with to do exactly that!

✧*。But like I've said, there's no need to worry, if you really aren't an outdoors person, Joey will never force you and will settle with whatever activity you pick.

✧*。And speaking of trinket hunting, whenever Joey's out exploring, he always and I mean always comes back with something neat he's found and thought you might like <3.

✧*。And if you ask him to search for something specific like a chocolate bar, a book or literally anything else, he will search and in most cases will end up finding the exact thing you asked for.

✧*。Also, Joey's a physical guy, so similarly to Susie's case, you're getting tons and tons of physical affection!

✧*。Throughout the day you get a head pat here, a playful punch to the shoulder there, you get your hair ruffled up (as long as you're comfortable with it), and of course hugs! Lots of hugs! Cuz ma man gives the best hugs ever TwT.

✧*。Seriously, a hug from Joey fixes everything <3.

✧*。And this is also one of the reasons why Joey's the one comforting you the most.

✧*。Joey will hug you warmly until your sorrows go away. And If his hugs don't help, he will listen to what troubles you for no matter how long without judgement and though he might not always have an advice to share, he'll try his hardest to help out <3.

✧*。Alright, onto your third big sibling - Julie!

✧*。Julie is the mama of the group, and I take no criticism for that.

✧*。Julie wasn't really that quick to open up and accept you as a part of their little family, but that's just how Julie is and it's nothing personal.

✧*。 However, she was actually the first one to give into Susie's pleas to keep you.

✧*。(to which Frank threw a hissy fit about Julie playing favourites and always allowing Susie everything - Okay I'm exaggerating but... kinda am not...).

✧*。Now, the beginnings with Julie were kind of tough - Julie was very distant, and though she did interact with you here and there, the interactions felt forced.

✧*。But with how much time Julie spent keeping an eye on you and Susie, she grew comfortable with you much faster than Frank.

✧*。And once you've won Julie over, there's no going back - you're her child now and she ain't giving you to nobody, no, no, no, hands off!

✧*。Julie now treats you similarly to how she treats Susie - she's really gentle and caring with you, and one might tease her and say she's grown soft.

✧*。BUT! That assumption couldn't be further from the truth!

✧*。Because sure, Julie may seem like she's no longer as tough when she's with you or Susie (and occasionally Frank and Joey), but everything changes the moment somebody tries to cause harm to someone she cares about.

✧*。Then she goes mama bear mode, and boy is she merciless...

✧*。And since you're a part of Julie's family, the statement listed above applies to you too <3.

✧*。Now, going back to my statement about Julie being the mama of the group, Julie is the one who takes care of cooking and caring for injuries.

✧*。So, when you've got an injury, Julie is there for the rescue!

✧*。No matter if big or small, Julie gives it her best when treating an injury, and though she may scold you for not being careful enough and have a frown on her face, she is gentle when handling the injury.

✧*。And very often, after Julie is done scolding you and treating your injury, she sighs as her expression softens up and she gently says either something like a reminder to be more careful or she says something mean (but affectionately) like how you're a klutz and such. And no, there's nothing in between <3.

✧*。And if your injury's been really bad, she'll even softly kiss your forehead and affectionately pat your shoulder <3.

✧*。Now, Julie isn't really the most openly affectionate person, and despite being quite soft with you, it can be hard to always believe she cares.

✧*。However! Julie has her ways of showing she cares, and one of them is through cooking!

✧*。Julie is quite a good cook, hence why she's in charge of making meals for the Legion.

✧*。And Julie's skill in cooking comes in handy especially when you're having a rough day!

✧*。Julie isn't much for comforting as she feels real awkward doing so, but she's a great listener! So, very often when you're having a tough time, she'll have you cook or bake with her.

✧*。Julie knows cooking or baking can help you take your mind off things (that's a fact! I often bake when in a gloomy mood and it helps!) and that's why she has you partake in this activity.

✧*。And doesn't matter if you'll open up about the issue or not, it's guaranteed this activity will make you feel better. But if you feel like talking or ranting, she'll listen to you intently until it's all off your chest <3.

✧*。And speaking of going through a tough time, while Joey is the best at comforting, Julie is your to-go person when you've got a problem and/or you're in need of an advice.

✧*。Julie is quite wise and she's got some really good advices for all sorts of problems whether it's a simple or more complex problem.

✧*。And if your problem requires an action rather than an advice - for example if the other survivors are bullying you - then you bet she's taking action without the slightest bit of hesitation. She gonna go mama bear mode ᕦ⁠ʕ ✩ᴥ✩⁠ʔ⁠ᕤ.

✧*。Also, though Julie isn't very strict or anything, she does have some ground rules with you - though, there's not like a list of them or anything!

✧*。Basically, Julie has those kinds of rules that go without saying. Brush your teeth in the morning, don't eat sweets before dinner, you know, these kinds of stuff.

✧*。And she also expects you to do what she tells you - or more like reminds you - to do, like when she tells you to clean your room and such.

✧*。But again, she doesn't really dwell on having you follow her every command, and she does let things slide quite often.

✧*。She doesn't like shield you from everything nonstop, and she lets you make your own decisions, and if that decision happens to be poor, Julie simply waits for you to learn from it because she sees is as a "No action goes without a consequence " kinda lesson.

✧*。All in all, Julie is responsible but very chill ^^.

✧*。And now onto what y'all surely been waiting for - we gonna talk bout Frank!

✧*。Now, Frank...

✧*。As you've probably guessed by now, Frank was the one whom it took the longest to warm up to you.

✧*。Frank didn't like you at the beginning... or he at least tried to make it seem like he didn't.

✧*。Because pretending to hate you was much easier than admitting that he was actually scared you were gonna replace him.

✧*。You see, Frank grew up being unwanted. No family ever kept him around and no friends cared enough to stay in touch.

✧*。He always had his hopes up when a new family took him in, only to have all of his hopes crushed and be sent away after a while.

✧*。And after this scenario repeated over and over again, Frank gave up on finding a place to where he'd belong and became the gruff and closed off person he is today.

✧*。And this is why his friends are important to him, because they're the only people who ever wanted him around and who genuinely cared about him.

✧*。And so, when you came around and stole all the attention, Frank started to fear that you're gonna replace him and steal his friends - his family - from him.

✧*。Though, Frank didn't really try to get rid of you nor did he treat you poorly - like he most probably would if he really did hate you.

✧*。 Instead he avoided you and tried to completely ignore your existence, which still kind of hurt...

✧*。But the other Legion members caught on quick, and went on to talk with Frank about the whole thing (mostly Julie did).

✧*。And after lots and lots of reassurance, Frank realized that the two of you really weren't competing for his friends' love nor the place in the group.

✧*。Not only that, but he also realized that you were similar to him - you were alone, and you were just looking for a place where you'd feel safe and wanted.

✧*。He realized you were looking for a home and a family just like he had been for years.

✧*。And after that, Frank's decided that his family would now be your family too, and he'd be the best eldest sibling you could ever have <3.

✧*。Now, believe it or not, but Frank is taking his role of a big brother very seriously and responsibly! Shocking, right?!(⁠๑°⌓°!!๑)

✧*。Like, one would think that Frank would be a real shitty and very irresponsible role model, but he's actually not! :0

✧*。He's genuinely trying to be that kind of person he needed when he was your age ;w;.

✧*。Though, he might be overdoing some things sometimes without really realizing it - but it's honestly sweet, considering it's Frank we're talking about ^^".

✧*。Frank's simply trying to give you everything he himself didn't have growing up <3.

✧*。Now, speaking of which, Frank's growing up phase was really difficult, he had to figure out everything by himself and always depend on himself.

✧*。And he wants the exact opposite for you, and so, he teaches you everything he deems important and makes sure you can rely on him!

✧*。And though Frank is a high school dropout, he's actually really wise and has a lot of knowledge of how the world works!

✧*。So, he's got stuff to teach you about for sure! Yet still, most things Frank teaches you are practical and often focused on survival.

✧*。Some of the things he teaches you are, for example: self defense, how to handle a knife, or some survival tips as what to do when you get lost and such.

✧*。But don't worry, he plans on teaching you general stuff too, especially those kinds of stuff you ask your parents about when you're slowly becoming an adult.

✧*。For example, if you're gonna start growing facial hair, he's gonna teach you how to shave, or if you're gonna get period he's the one explaining it - No, I'm not kidding about the period one!

✧*。(Susie is too embarrassed and Julie feels too awkward about it, so, if you're ever supposed to be getting period, Frank's explaining it cuz he literally doesn't see why he should be grossed out or have a problem with it!)

✧*。Now, about overdoing things - what Frank overdoes the most is how much he's protecting you.

✧*。While Julie doesn't really try to shelter you and lets you learn from your mistakes, Frank's nearly losing his mind when there's a possibility of you getting hurt.

✧*。Like, if you're going out, you gotta tell him where you're going and actually even gotta ask him if you can go out! Even the others gotta let him know when they're taking you outdoors or else he's gonna flip!

✧*。And there was actually that one incident when Joey and Susie took you outdoors when it was snowing because they wanted to build a snowman with you, BUT they forgot to give you a jacket (since they themselves walk around in just hoodies)!

✧*。Lemme tell you- Frank nearly lost his shit when he found out!

✧*。And let's just say Joey and Susie been making sure you always have a jacket or a coat on when going outdoors ever since...

✧*。Also Frank's even went to threaten talk to the other killers and warn them that you're an honourable member of the Legion and they better not even think about hurting you.

✧*。I mean, Frank would probably lose a fight with most of the killers, but it's the thought that counts, right?

✧*。Luckily, the other killers have no problem with you being around, some of them pay you no mind as long as you don't bother them (like Evan or Michael) and some of them are thrilled to have a kid around (like Anna, Bubba or Danny).

✧*。So, you're pretty much safe <3.

✧*。Another thing to mention is that you can talk to Frank about anything - he may not seem like it, but he's really chill and open minded.

✧*。Frank never really had anyone to talk to growing up, so he wants for you to know you can always talk to him if there's something on your mind <3.

✧*。Whether it's something serious you want to discuss, or just something you just wanna share, Frank's always there to hear you out and assure you that you matter.

✧*。This comes in handy especially if you're feeling insecure and/or are having irrational thoughts!

✧*。Although, Frank may not give as good advices as Julie, his level-headed attitude and opinions can help you rationalize and collect your thoughts.

✧*。He usually just gives you more logical view of whatever is bothering you and helps you think about it more rationally.

✧*。Like for example if you feel like you can't be yourself because then people won't like you, he'd ask you things like "and why would you even want to be liked by people who can't accept you for you?" and such.

✧*。And speaking of people liking you, if there'll ever be the chance of you getting a love interest in the entity's realm, you bet Frank's gonna pull some shit like: "No, Y/N, you ain't dating nobody until you're 18".

✧*。And if your love interest returns your feelings, Frank's the one giving them the talk.

✧*。And he might or might not try to sabotage - he means well though, he's just scared of you getting your heart broken <3.

✧*。And if that's to happen, oh boy... shit gonna get real...

✧*。All in all, the whole Legion got your back in any situation, and they're the best big siblings you could've ever asked for <3.

✧*。They all adore you, and they aren't giving you to nobody. You're their little sibling. You're a part of their family. You're a part of their Legion. You're theirs <3.

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vivataurus · 9 months

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I've finally finished the book in the series I was so scared of reading because someone wrote to me of how much of a dick D would act in it. After the last disastrous book, I was worried about reading another flop in the series. With that being said, here's my thoughts on Vampire Hunter D : Pilgrimage of the Sacred and the Profane with a shit ton of spoilers...

My fears were for nothing, since this is now one of my favorite books in the series I've read so far.

I love how each book paints a picture of the locations of places relevant to each story in their own preludes. Although hesitant to compliment the book in any way at first, I appreciated how short and sweet the introduction was. A little questionable with the bugs and pink petals, but nonetheless efficient in piquing my interest.

The first chapter was extremely enjoyable with the exchange between the best of the best on the Frontier including Granny Viper (the Frontier's greatest Finder), and the Bullow Brothers (the greatest warriors on the Outer Frontier). Their interaction perfectly captures how mind-boggling the whole scene was for the desert townspeople in the bar/brothel. Their heated argument and fiery prides were portrayed like a ticking time bomb, and just as things can't get any more shocking, fucking Vampire Hunter D shows up and everyone is floored.

Now I won't say that the person who warned me about the book was completely wrong, because D was indeed a bit of a grumpy pants in the beginning. To be honest, I couldn't blame him for it. He was sent to do a job by a questionable employer that randomly involved crossing this crazy ass desert that he had to find notes about from a dead guy! Meanwhile Granny Viper sinks her claws into him as soon as the Bullow Brothers refuse to help her and her "precious merchandise" across the desert. She literally pulled a Stewie from that episode of Family Guy where he goes "MOM. MOM. MOM. MOMMY. MOMMY." Her pestering was so bad, she literally just walks into his hotel room at night and triggers his dark Nobility aura that seeps into her very being. Dude literally said "no" "get out" "leave" so many times in not even 3 pages, and the lady would NOT take no for an answer. Then Bullow Bros who were acting fake as hell 'nicey-nice' to him at the bar were on his ass about crossing the desert with them after they pinned him for a 'biting incident'. It's like damn, can't a dude just exist without someone wanting him for something all the time??? I digress...

What the story really excelled in was characters and their interactions. Unlike the last book, I actually enjoyed all the characters that were written about. Everyone was interesting, down to the dead guy with the notebook in the middle of the desert! Viper's precious merchandise being one of The Hidden was interesting for someone who's delved into the world these books revolve around. You wonder what happens to those who get snatched up by the Nobility and never come back. And the whole time I fucking knew she was pregnant with a dhampir baby; I felt it in my bones as I was reading! It was so wholesome to have Lance the emaciated stranger turn out to be a genuinely good dude instead of some backstabber traitor, even though he had done so much in the past in his captivity with the mummies. Hell, even Clay Bullow and his hot-headed antics were enjoyable to read with his childish nature. In some strange way, although D never agreed to be part of any party, all of them came together and grew close with one another.

What the story lacked was explaining the main antagonist of the plot. Now after reading the end, it was meant to be that way, but as you're immersed in reading, you're kinda like "wtf that's it?" The desert they are traveling on is sentient, and is using people who travel on it as experiments to better understand people. Our party of main characters had been attacked by just about anything and everything,; including butterflies, undead mummy vandals, tornadoes, spider people, ...shit even a whole ass moving forest! And the final blow out with the heart of the desert ended in barely a page and a half...? Bruh.

When you get to last 20 pages of the book it makes sense why what you think is the 'big bad guy' and their last interaction is so short. Because in the end, there was an even bigger badder bad guy. You find out the Bullow Bros were hired to kill Vampire Hunter D by the same man who hired D in the first place! Him crossing the desert was just a ruse to have the bros kill him! I think D knew the whole time, but like damn! And when they get to their final destination of Barnabas, poor Tae the Hidden gets rejected by her remaining family so harshly! Literally her sister-in-law speaks for her brother and tells her to fuck off. And even after all that talk of "I just do my job and bounce" that Granny Viper talks about, she was so upset that Tae was rejected like that!

In the end, Barnabas was the true test for the whole desert-crossing party. Granny Viper is revealed to be a dhampir herself, and that's why she has hatred for their existence and why she wanted to kill Tae's baby so she doesn't have to face that kind of hardship of raising a dhampir. Then the Bullow brothers have to reluctantly face off against D after their employer kills Granny Viper and they hold a funeral for her. It was an emotional end, but ended in a heart-warming way regardless.

I loved how Tae is resolute in taking care of her baby and won't let anyone talk shit about it even if they're her family. I loved how they did a funeral for Granny Viper. I loved that D took care of Tae and sent her on her way to raising her new family. And I especially loved how D was able to genuinely smile at the end of this book.

VHD 6 Rating: 8/10

#vhd #vampire hunter d #vampire hunter d pilgrimage of the sacred and the profane #vampire hunter d book 6 #vhd book 6 #vampirehunterd

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Hey friend wanna talk about jackietai relationship 🎤

yes :)

I think their perspective of the other is heavily skewed from both sides. I can't talk much about jackie's side other than what we see unfold in the narrative, with her getting jealous of tai's closeness with shauna based on the fact that shauna is pulling away from her from some unknown reason (to her) and she seems to want to take that out on tai. which isn't tai's fault, and tai isn't close to shauna out of spite, but it's clearly very skewed for jackie just as it's very skewed for tai's perspective of jackie, too. because a lot of thoughts tai has about jackie aren't necessarily real; it's just what she's convinced herself of or what she's assumed about her.

because tai was not close to either of these people before the crash. I think, for the most part, jackie as a person annoyed her. she's not someone she would have wanted to hang out with regularly; their personalities clash as it is, and jackie's is one tai finds incredibly grating. we see evidence of this before and after the crash. she's already dreading whatever compliment jackie gives her at the party, and she is just as surprised when it's something not only genuine, but very personal, because this was a day in which she was feeling insecure and worried about what she did to allie, and jackie took her drive and reframed it, telling tai there's something to be proud of, which ultimately leaves tai feeling strange because she's not expecting that from jackie. it doesn't really change her mind about her, though. she's quick to belittle her in the wilderness when she suggests the seance and tell her she's being childish-- while also laughing when shauna suggests they do it, too, making her reaction to jackie very specific to her and the way she was behaving / how she brought it up.

tai sees jackie as this epitome of the perfect little privileged white girl. she has always seen jackie as the girl who gets everything she wants ( and it doesn't matter if that's true or not; it's just the way tai perceives it. ) the way tai sees it, and the way that is true at least to some extent as we see from the conversation with martinez, tai is the one who overexerts herself trying to go above and beyond to get what she wants / what she thinks she deserves, while jackie gets it handed to her with little effort, based solely on the fact that she's her. jackie is framed as the popular girl who everyone likes while we've heard enough evidence to know that tai wasn't necessarily popular and wasn't exactly close with many of her teammates, whether or not she was respected.

I think jackie's talk with coach martinez is the most telling: he outright suggests that she doesn't deserve to be the captain based on her abilities. it's more of a strategy move based on her influence, and in the same conversation, he implies that tai would deserve it more for her abilities. tai always wanted to be captain because she saw it was an honor + a sign of her being the best ( which, like, isn't true for the captain title, but again, it's how tai views it: she's the best player on the team so she should be captain. ) when jackie's announced captain, tai can't make sense of it other than the fact that she is once again losing to jackie because jackie gets everything handed to her without earning it. and maybe she always didn't like her, but this is the point where she actively starts resenting her for it and it becomes personal. excluding her from the allie plan was done without hesitation; she didn't trust her as a leader, didn't trust her to not stop her, she went behind her back because she knew it was the only way to get it done. "jackie won't like this," tai does not care, she's not a part of it for a reason.

the vote about going to the lake in episode 1x03 is an extension of this; it's tai's chance to win something back. it's her her way of proving once and for all that she was always meant to be the captain and jackie is wrong. she takes pride in not only finding the water and giving them a sense of hope — but equally just getting to win over jackie, because she never feels like she gets to win over her back in civilization, and it's refreshing, like a sign that she can finally get somewhere out there. we see this a lot in the wilderness — tai feels more comfortable taking leadership roles because she doesn't feel like anyone's going to stop her this time. back at home, she was always stopped, always told someone else deserved it over her despite her not believing it. she does it with pride in the wilderness and it's clear that she has these leadership abilities that didn't get her very far in civilization, but they're clearly influencing many people in the wilderness.

she really doesn't trust jackie out there, as evident with her either disagreeing with all of jackie's suggestions or getting frustrated with her lack of drive. tai is the kind of person who needs to keep moving forward and keeping herself busy at all times in order to get to some kind of progress, while jackie is clearly struggling to find her purpose out there, and tai resents her for that. when jackie still tries to reclaim that kind of leadership by suggesting things like the seance, it only frustrates tai more because she feels like she doesn't take it seriously ( even if jackie is 100% valid in her own fear and insecurity out there. )

but despite everything, she does care about jackie, even if she's not willing to show it all the time. tai is one of the few people who tries to stop jackie from leaving the cabin before her impending death, and she tries three different times + tries to urge shauna to talk to her later. she's persistent about it even though 1) she's clearly on shauna's side, and 2) she's usually the last person to want to stick up for jackie. maybe she could have done more to get her to stay ( I think this is something that tai often thinks about herself ) but I think she also realizes that tai is the last person, especially in that moment, that jackie wants to hear from. jackie calls her out for wanting this the whole time because of her own skewed perspective, assuming that tai and shauna buddied up to push jackie out, but that was never what it was about for tai. she and shauna weren't even friends before tai found out she was pregnant and became the only person shauna could really confide in, the same way shauna was the only one tai could confide in after finding out about her sleepwalking. they didn't intend to get so close, it just happened, in ways they couldn't possibly explain to anyone else, including jackie, so tai is mostly caught off guard when jackie's insistent that tai would've wanted to push jackie out. because that was never her intention, not with her best friend.

unlike the others, tai has had months to process what shauna did to jackie. when she found out, she was more concerned about taking care of shauna than really considering the levels of betrayal against her best friend. still, she urged her to talk to her about it and to take that route rather than dying just to keep her secret. tai was always trying to get shauna and jackie on the same page, always trying to get them to work it out - but of course Jackie wouldn't have known that. so when they actually do blow up, it already felt inevitable to tai, which is why she's at least trying to get jackie to stay because she knows it's not worth blowing up their friendship for, but of course jackie isn't going to hear that from tai. she just doesn't know how to reach her because she has never been the one to reach jackie.

her grief over jackie is incredibly complicated because she spends most of her time in the aftermath simply worried about shauna and how shauna's reacting. you can't go through what she and shauna went through in episode 1x06 without being intimately bonded to each other for the rest of their lives, and now shauna is experiencing the worst trauma she can imagine, and tai is entirely focused on trying to keep her alive now. it's too familiar to her after she felt responsible for van's almost-death and shauna was the one to help her through that too. so, really, tai never properly grieves jackie herself, doesn't even know how to process her own feelings for it because she's too wrapped up in shauna's. she didn't like jackie, but she didn't want jackie to die. she didn't want any of this. it's complicated because for the first time, she realizes she never really knew jackie personally; everything she knew about her was just her own perception and assumptions, and that's just something she has to live with afterwards. everything she feels for jackie is just an extension of her care for shauna.

also important to me: tai did not vote for jackie for homecoming queen.

#hc.#anyway. if you care

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an-angel-in-the-garden · 2 years

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lilly ~ a game was mean to me ╥﹏╥ please have some hot bleach boys comfort me ( i was thinking grimmjow, hitsugaya, maybe urahara if u wanna throw him in ~ and anyone else u feel like adding) ~

Of course dear Birdie! All of the comfort from all the hot and pretty people! More notes at the bottom

Grimmjow

Grimmjow is horrible if you want comfort for anything, its not something he's really used to and he's gonna need help with it

When it comes to you being upset however he notices it right away not only because he pay close attention to you but also because as an Arrancar he can smell the change to your normal scent

Though he will notice that you're feeling upset Grimmjow wont bring it up right away instead he hopes that you come to him about it

Though he isn't really great at giving comfort he will do his best to get you feeling better from cuddles to snacks or just being someone you can lean on you just need to tell him

Grimmjow is a bit rough and might tease you a bit depending on what's got you down but never anything big and if he even goes to far he will do anything to make you feel better for weeks

If it was someone who made you upset dont tell him a name unless you want that person to disappear, a game well its time for him to get your mind off it, just not feeling well dont worry he's here for whatever you need

On a number rank Grimmjow hits 3/10 he's not good at comfort on his own anything you want or need you have to to tell him and he can be really blunt but he does try to make you feel better

Hitsugaya

When it comes to comfort Hitsugaya is okay with it he might need a little to get use to it but he does well

Hitsugaya knows how to comfort you the problem comes from how busy he always is

With him always working its unlikely for him to see if you're upset and at times he might even make it worse because when he does notice he might find it a bit childish

He doesn't really intended to be harsh but Hitsugaya is very blunt and still learning how to softer with people tell him if he says something he wants to fix it

After realizing you need comfort it gets a bit easier though he doesn't give comfort often he knows how to thanks to his friendship with Hinamori

Talking is a big part of Hitsugaya's comfort plan for you he wants to know why you're upset and what happened if its something he can help with he will, if not then he here for you to lean on anyway

Hitsugaya gets ranked 7.5 out of 10 he really is doing his best and he loves making you smile it just doesn't always start off well

Urahara

Urahara is amazing at comforting you he is just the best for it no matter why you might need the comfort

Not only can he always tell when something is bothering you but it could be anything and he wont judge you for it all he wants is to help

He might not seem it to onlookers but Urahara is very sensitive to those around him sure he himself might not be open about things but he pays attention to those close to him

He is very flexible when it comes to most things and comfort is one of them no matter what you need he can almost always make sure you have it

Physical touch is the best way he show you anything, affection or comfort it doesn't matter its not something he does with anyone else however if you dont like that dont worry he'll make sure you're okay another way

If you need advice he has you, something to distract you already on it, just someone to lean on well Urahara plans to always be here for you truly your happiness is something he keeps in mind always

When it comes to comfort Urahara ranks a solid 10/10 no questions asked. He is fantastic and is great at making you feel better no matter how long it may take

Nemu

Nemu in the beginning is worse then Grimmjow when it comes to anything people related comfort being a low for her but she gets better

She is a very fast and good learner though she can come off as harsh when it starts it is a new learning experience for you both

it might take a few times but it wont take long for Nemu to be able to see the signs of when you need comfort she also takes the time to make plans for it

Nemu is like a cat you can hold her and talk with her when you need comfort and she might not always do something but it always seems to help at least a little

Though she can get very busy Nemu always makes some time for in the day even if its something small like having lunch with you or just at the end of the day to rest

As a very observant person when it comes to you nothing really gets past her and more often then not when she sees you pouting or upset in anyway she is likely to just ask outright

On the rank of comfort Nemu gets a nice 6.5/10 she has some rough spots but she does her best and gets better then longer she learn what it means to care for someone

Renji

The second best here when it comes to comfort and he just get's better with time he is just such a good boy

The only real low point Renji has is that he can be just a bit dense unless you keep your emotions on your sleeve or outright tell him he doesn't realize that you're feeling down

He might see you pout and ask about it but something like a game being mean to you might just make him tease you more still he learns fast when is okay for teasing

Super good with comfort once he sees you need or want it he is the best person to get physical comfort from anything from cuddles to kisses or just being a should to lean on

Verbal comfort is also good from him, he can give good advice or make fun jokes to cheer you up and Renji is just a positive guy who wants you happy

He already likes to spoil you a bit and when your down its even more with nice pampering sessions so you feel your best

Comfort is something Renji's great with he might take a bit to get there but once he has it down he only gets better a very good 9/10 that can become 10/10 with some time

OH its finally done! This took so long and I am very sorry about that, I was hoping to get this done sooner but the writers block was so real. I think I might be over it so I plan try and get something out soon! I hope you enjoyed and thank you all for reading and being patient with me. Next up will be some Hellsing things!- Lilly

#x reader #reader x #reader imagine #reader insert #bleach x reader #bleach imagines #grimmjow x reader #hitsugaya x reader #urahara x reader #nemu x reader #renji x reader

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yanban-san · 2 years

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So, Elesa knew the Eldritch twins' identity a bit and kept a BIG secret in respect for them from Darling knowing the truth. Even though they are sisterly acquaintances or friends, what about Skyla per chance? Does she also knew the twin brother's identity and kept it secret as well? I bet Skyla is more scatterbrained than Elesa in a funny way.

This is- I suppose- The next part in the gym-leaders-are-dealing-with-eldritch-horrors thing we have going on.

Under cut because it’s long :)

Skyla had always been one of Elesa’s closest friends. The two often trained together; Skyla working to improve her beloved flying pokemon’s strategies against electrical attacks- One of their greatest weaknesses, and Elesa never failing to find a dazzling new way to break through the graceful evasive dances the birds performed.

Skyla often flew Elesa to her photo shoots around Unova- And even beyond, on occasion, and Elesa often returned the favor- Taking her on vacations with her across her destinations throughout Unova, and Skyla had even appeared in various fashion shoots with her! It was entertaining, but certainly tough work- And it certainly brought Skyla a larger fanbase outside the world of aviation and pokemon battles; Sometimes she would be recognized from magazines. Beyond that, the two of them would often hang out, going shopping together or out to a café or to the Nimbasa amusement park.

Being one of the great Gym Leaders of Unova, as well as a practicing pilot, gave her a great number of duties- But she was still fairly young, and had a much more childish side to her. Her friendship with Elesa allowed her to lighten up- to let loose a little bit, with Elesa treating her like a little sister she’d never had. Sisterly was the best way to describe their relationship- Incredibly close, caring, and at this point, ready to drop what they were doing to be there for one another no matter what, if the other should need them.

And so, when Skyla got a sudden, strange text from her beloved Elesa-

She became incredibly worried. The messages and their contents were alarming, and highly ominous- a blurry, glitched out photo. And two messages.

[ Store this where you cannot delete it. ] [ Something strange is happening at Gear Station. ]

Skyla suddenly felt herself get a headache- She didn’t really process the weight of the messages, but later- she returned to them in alarm.

A, quite frankly, bizarre photo- Of a man, wearing a white coat, with a strange afterimage in the photo showing him with a phantom set of extra limbs; And ghostly extensions of light surrounding him. His coat twisted and writhed, looking less like a coat and more like a tattered, feathery sort of monstrosity- But it also looked horribly blurry. In the corner of the photo- Whatever the man was looking at, was completely obscured by what appeared to be corruption. It looked like someone had taken the image, cut it up, and collaged it back together- with white strands and bits and stray colors where the photo had become corrupted.

Skyla realized who the figure looked like.

One of those Station Masters. Those peculiar bosses of Gear Station- And immediately knew something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Why hadn’t she texted Elesa back immediately? She couldn’t quite think of why- Her head didn’t hurt, but- She just couldn’t think of it. She kept finding herself forgetting she’d looked at the photo. Back she’d look- And a moment later it would be out of her mind.

And she kept hearing of Elesa having… strange problems. She got a call from Fennel- a Pokemon Scientist the two knew, and occasionally hung out with- An unusual call. ”Skyla, dear... I don’t mean to pry, but...” Poor Fennel always spoke so softly, and slowly- And Skyla was ready to drop the call, and return it later- ”When did Elesa... develop such an... aversion to darkness?” Skyla’s face contorted in confusion at the question. “Never?” She responded. Elesa had never been afraid of the dark- This, Skyla knew very well. Elesa was brave- Cool-headed, calm, intelligent, beautiful, and sensible. She had never, and would never, be afraid of the dark. “Ah. My... apologies then. It just... I must be imagining things...” And with that, Fennel refused to elaborate- And hung up. The call stayed in Skyla’s mind over the next few days- Hoping to hear from her lovely Nimbasan friend, but no call ever came. Elesa was too busy. Well, thought Skyla. Perhaps no news will be good news in this case-

But such a wish was short lived, as a breaking story hit the Mistralton airways. The waiting lobbies all had TV broadcast displays in them, and Skyla was walking through when the news broke quickly and quietly, evidently an attempt to hush up the incident as no big deal- About how Gym Leader Elesa had a nervous breakdown at one of her photo shoots several days ago. A black light shoot earlier that day. Hyperventilating, convulsing, and running out of the studio to stand in the sunlight- Luckily no footage or photography had occurred of the event, but she announced she’d be taking a break from modeling gigs until she was over her “illness”.

Skyla had to get to Nimbasa. Immediately- And so she took the Subway, far faster and less traffic than her beloved planes, and less paperwork as well, unfortunately, and promptly booked it to Elesa’s condo.

[Something strange is happening at Gear Station.]

The text message played back in her mind the entire time she was on the train. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary that Skyla could tell; Her bird pokemon were a little on edge, but that could easily be explained as them not liking the new experience of being on a train, and being confined underground. Most flying-types simply did not like to be separated from the sky. Skyla did not like it either, but if it would get her over to Elesa faster than her birds could carry her, than by all means, she would have run through the desert resort in the middle of a sandstorm to get to her beloved friend.

“Elesa! It’s me, Skyla! Can I come in?” Skyla shouted as she knocked on the door to her friend’s condo. “Skyla! I’ll com-bee there in a flash!” Elesa shouted back, muffled by the door. Well, bad puns were certainly a good sign, she noted-

The door opened in a second, and Elesa stood before her fellow gym leader, her hair done up in a towel, wearing a comfy Emolga-themed dressing robe. “Skyla! How are you doing? I’m just finishing getting ready-” “I saw the news report. Are you doing alright?” Skyla began, “You haven’t been returning my calls lately and- then when I heard about you running out of your photoshoot on the news, I got… really worried, Elesa. Is everything alright?” Elesa’s shoulders shifted uncomfortably, her face growing red- “O-Oh, that- Oh!” Elesa’s expression relaxed suddenly. “That was caused... I uh, I got hit by some kind psychic attack while I was in a battle in my gym. Oh, I’ve Gothitelle you all about it later-” Elesa laughed at her own pun- Skyla internally groaned. Her friend’s one great vice. Love of terrible, terrible puns. But still. Something did not seem right. “What about that photo you sent me a while ago? Does that have anything to do with this?" She persisted. Elesa seemed to restrain a flinch- Her smile still on her face as she allowed Skyla into her apartment. “You still have that photo?” She asked, almost apprehensively. “Of course! You told me to store it somewhere I couldn’t delete it!” “O-Oh, right! A-About that, Skyla, it- It was just a bad uh, photoshop prank someone tried to pull on me. It was really weird, and I didn’t get the joke- So it- It uh, made me really nervous and worried about it- You don’t need to hang on to that silly thing anymore- I totally forgot about it too!” The nervousness with which she spoke- Fidgeting with the edge of her towel, the corners of her mouth twitching ever so subtly- She’s still lying, Skyla knew.

“Elesa...”

“What really happened?”

Elesa looked as startled as a Sawsbuck in headlights. “That is what happened, Skyla! Really!”

“Are you sure? That photo- There’s something... off about it…”

“Nope, it was a bad prank from a dumb challenger who was angry I kicked their butt.”

“Well I don’t agree- And even Uncle Drayden said it looked weird too.”

Elesa’s attention suddenly snapped to Skyla, her eyes wide. “Y-You showed the photo to Gym Leader Drayden?” She asked, hesitantly-

“Welll, yea… you said to store it somewhere it wouldn’t get deleted- So I sent it to Uncle Drayden! He said it looked really weird, and he’s worried about you too! He’s gonna come down to Gear Station later this week to check things out, anyway.”

Elesa, meanwhile, was screaming internally- Emmet and Ingo, she had learned, were not human- But instead, mysterious, terrifying entities from beyond the edges of reality, with horribly messed up senses of morality- And rather merciless natures. And she’d promised them the photo she’d accidentally taken of Emmet... in a rather inhuman state had been deleted, erased, and promptly forgotten about.

“It’s verrrry important that no one knows what we are, Miss Elesa.” Emmet had explained. “Indeed,” Ingo added. “It would be exceedingly dangerous for Unova, and quite assuredly, the entirety of this world, if a great number of people came to know about us. If many were to come to know of us, then…”

And the two looked at each other, debating how to phrase their answer- It was complicated.

“This world as you know it would end.” They answered in unison.

They had tried to make light of the threat- The End of the World was not the worst that could happen, they assured, but it showed the gravity of what they were dealing with. And they seemed quite serious.

And now there was another person who knew about it and who was probably- Oh shit. Drayden hadn’t given it to anyone, had he? Oh shit.

“Oh, Skyla, really- nothing happened! It was just a bad prank someone tried to pull on me, really…”

Elesa was desperate not to get Skyla involved with this- Especially since the brothers had threatened her if she should reveal their secret to anyone- Especially the secret of their beloved Darling. Elesa thought it cute at first- And though they’d agreed not to hurt her, they made sure she understood that the fact they’d... fallen in love with this pretty little human was a secret they were willing, above all things, to ensure stayed a secret; It must not be uttered or even whispered about. After all, they had a great deal of enemies, they explained- And that meant that their darling beloved was a target for their enemies without even knowing it; and now Elesa was caught in the middle, and though they had promised to provide her with protection, that secrecy was of the utmost importance when she wasn’t in their office in Gear Station.

Skyla stared her friend up and down. Elesa was really bad at hiding the truth. “…Fine, then. You gotta get to work, right? We should grab dinner together once you’re done, I’m gonna take my birds out to the Rendes-view for a little bit.” Elesa agreed, and they both went their separate ways for the day. At least Skyla was off her back- She’d deal with Drayden later.

…And should she inform the twins? Elesa wondered what their plan would be; Would they demand to take away her memories in full, saying she couldn’t be trusted?

Would they take away Skyla’s memories, and now Drayden’s as well- How many people could they even effectively… take away memories from anyway? What if Drayden had sent it to someone? What if Skyla would send it to more people?

Oh no-

“Oh, you want to know… about taking away memories?” Ingo repeated back when Elesa arrived at Gear Station. “Yes, I was- I was curious how exactly that works. You can give people selective amnesia, that’s… I guess I’m still trying to wrap my head around your… powers, basically.” She lied. Ingo set down the documents he was studying. Even without using his powers, he could tell.

Elesa was lying through her teeth.

“Miss Elesa… You’ve told my brother and I that… we were not to, as you call it, ”read minds“, or otherwise engage in… activities of a nature that allowed us to uncover personal… er, thoughts, opinions, that any human might have, without their er, lucid consent, correct?” “I did say that, yes?” “However, I wish to clarify- I have not done anything aside from observe you, but- Why are you lying?”

“I-I’m not lying! Stop reading my mind!”

“I’m not, though! Y-Yo-You have a dimple on your cheek that appears when you’re lying, or nervous, or losing a tough battle!” Ingo cried out, trying to assuage her.

Elesa grabbed the corner of her cheek in shock. That damn dimple. Ingo had noticed it?

“E-Either way, Miss Elesa- I thought we had made it clear we are to consider you as a friend- An ally, And that we would strive to follow your advice to learn the intricacies of human courting- I’m far more patient than Emmet is, and both of us wish for you to trust us- We would not bring harm to you-”

“Would you promise not to harm any of my friends? Anyone in Unova?”

Ingo leaned back in his seat. “Absolutely not. You are, as you have said, our friend- And our agreement states we will not bring harm to you. We cannot extend that courtesy to just anyone, you understand-”

Elesa stared down Ingo. His eyes were cloaked in shadow, and unreadable.

“…Though, It is curious to me that you are inquiring about my ability to erase and alter one’s memories- And that you’ve now asked me not to bring harm to your friends, or to any human in Unova.”

Ingo stood up, his shadows flickering ‘round his hands dramatically-

“Elesa, What happened?“

The dark, rumbling voice of the demon did something to Elesa- breaking her down, as tears fell from her eyes under the gaze of the aberration-

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It’s just- I didn’t know what to do before I talked with you or Emmet, I thought you guys were monsters, and I was terrified that Emmet was going to try to murder me- I just don’t want you guys to hurt anyone, please-”

Ingo sighed, moving across his desk etherically- As he’d comforted small children lost in the station, so he comforted Elesa- But- What exactly had Elesa done...?

——

Skyla knew Elesa had been lying.

So why not go straight to the source of the weird photo, and figure it out herself? Skyla charged into Gear Station- Though, to be completely honest, she had no clue where to go. Where exactly were the Subway Bosses to be found, anyway? “I’m sorry Miss- You just can’t go back to see the Subway Bosses whenever you like. If you want to meet them, please wait until they return to their stations, alright?” Cloud held back the hot-headed gym-leader, refusing to allow her into the employee’s only tunnels of the Station. “Nonsense,” Skyla retorted- But what was she to do? Explain that- There’s this random, weird photo that vaguely resembles one of your bosses and it seemed to cause my friend to start acting weird?

Such a claim would make her sound even more insane- But as she walked away, turning her attention to the photo in her hand... “Ah, Station Master Emmet- I was just about to head on lunch, but here’s those construction requests you asked for.” Her head snapped around to see the tall, painfully bright figure of Subway Boss Emmet- Staring down at you with a warm, loving smile- He took the documents gingerly from your hands. “Thank you, thank you, Miss- Ah, I was about to go eat as well. Why not go together? It would be nice! Verry nic-”

“You! You’re one of those Subway Bosses! Stop!”

Emmet halted, turning his gaze down to the sassy… child? In front of him. No, wait- an adult. A verrry short little adult. Small. Easily snappable-

“I have questions for you and your brother, I want them answered!” Skyla half shouted, intent on not letting the strange man get away from her. Emmet was bothered by the sudden intrusion- And not only that, but with you here- His eyes darted over to you, a look of shock on your face at Skyla’s aggression. You’d be more than appreciative to not have to deal with this woman right now- And he wanted to go. And you know what? He could.

”Eh?” You blinked- You were standing in front of a small sandwich shop across the street from Gear Station. When had you- What were you just-

”What’s the matter, dear? You’re spacing out.” Emmet asked gently- He held open the door for you, and your stomach growled as the delicious aroma of the delicatessan flooded out and into the street.

”I guess- Er, nevermind, Sir. Sorry about that!” And you walked in- But you swore you didn’t remember walking over here- But maybe you did-? Maybe hunger was clouding your thoughts that badly.

And Skyla stood alone in Gear Station. A strange feeling overtaking her-

Something had been in front of her-

Now it was not.

Her mind was desperately clinging to it- Someone-

She looked down at the photo.

Station Master Emmet had been in front of her-

The photo trembled in the pilot’s hands- A feeling-

A feeling of something behind her and around her- light and feathery dancing over her-

And she left Gear Station, almost running for the exit.

----

“Don’t worry, Skyla. I’ll be coming down post-haste.”

“Please do, Drayden, Sir-” Skyla spoke quietly into her X-transceiver as she hunkered down into her seat in a rather familiar cafe-

“Oh,” She added on, thinking to herself- “I have one more request.”

Drayden’s microphone crackled. “Yes?”

“Could you ask for Shauntal and Caitlin to come down here as well? Oh, and... Maybe Grimsley, though I doubt he’ll be of assistance...”

“Of course,”

“Thank you Uncle Drayden!”

And with that, Skyla hung up. Drayden returned his attention to helping clean the bladed jaws of his dear Haxorus. His hands clutched the towel in his hand harder. If someone- If these Subway Bosses- Were hurting Miss Elesa, or Miss Skyla- Or Any resident of Unova- They would know the full might of his dragon’s wrath. And the wrath of every other Gym Leader in all of Unova.

Skyla steeled herself. Her dinner date with Elesa would be tonight, and whatever was going on Gear Station- Whatever was going on at Gear Station that seemed to have hurt her dearest friend-

She would uncover it, no matter what.

#Demon AU #Monster AU #Monster Submas #Demon Submas #Emmet X Reader #Ever so slightly #mostly fluff #Seth.anon #Seth.asks #Gonna hide under a rock now #I have not proofread this aaaaa

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