#cause that’s fine too I mean that is YOUR imagination while reading the book or fics

[dizscreams]

ETHAN WALKING IN ON YOU CHANGING FIC !!!

LETS DO IT!!! I’m not sure if you wanted this suggestive or fluff so there’s bothhh!

Accident — Ethan Landry ★

PAIRING: Ethan x fem!reader

A/N: we loveee dizzy being in her active era!!

All Ethan was trying to do was give you back the notebook you left in his dorm when you had come over to study the other day. He didn’t know you’d be half naked when he walked in. And plus he knocked! Twice! He’s never been so embarrassed, well he has, but this felt so much worse for some reason. Maybe cause he’s liked you for so long now and he’s dreamed of seeing you like that, but on other circumstances. Circumstances where it was intentional.

“Chad, I can’t face her. This is so bad, oh my god,” Ethan’s worried voice was muffled by his hands covering his face. His roommate wasn’t doing anything to help him either, he was just laughing in his face. “Dude! It’ll be fine, don’t stress it,” Chad said while slapping Ethan’s back. Ethan shot him a glare and continued to pace the living room of the apartment you shared with Sam, Tara, and Quinn. Anika was actually trying to help him, Mindy was making fun of him just like her twin was, and Tara was trying her best to help and not laugh at the same time.

There was no way he’d be able to look you in the eyes again. What did you think of him now?? Did you think he was creepy?? A perv?? Would you yell at him when you walked back in?? Tara put a hand on Ethan’s shoulder trying to calm him down, “I’m sure it’s fine, Eth-” Ethan shook his head, “Its not! It’s so embarrassing you don’t understand- I like her a lot and I was planning to ask her out soon but there’s no chance she’d ever say yes now. Oh my god, I can’t imagine what she thinks of me right now,” he rambled while he flopped on the couch.

Ethan’s hands were on his face again and he noticed how everyone went silent. He slowly lowered his hands and looked at everyone, but they were focused on something else. He slowly followed their gazes to see you standing right there. Oh no. Did you hear that? How does everything keep getting worse?Ethan’s face turned bright red and he didn’t know what to do or what to say. After a moment of silence and way too much eye contact he spoke up, “Did you hear that?” He wanted to wince at how small and weak his voice sounded.

“Hear what?” You asked with an innocent tone and a head tilt. But you definitely knew and he knew you knew. I mean you had to. He could read you like a book. There was a mischievous glint in your eyes and a ghost of a smirk on your pretty lips, the lips he wanted to kiss so bad. After another pause of silence Chad decided to put on a movie so everyone could calm down and have a chill little movie night. Ethan was extremely thankful his roommate had a good idea for once, hoping this would take his mind off of everything that just happened.

He was talking with Anika and was starting to relax until you called for him, “Hey Eth, you wanna help me get the popcorn started?” He froze. Why? He wasn’t sure. This was normal and you didn’t seem to be upset at him or anything. This was fine, everything would be fine. “Yeah, sure,” he mumbled as he stood up. He made his way over to you in the kitchen and you smiled at him. He did his best to smile back and watched you get the popcorn bag and put it in the microwave. He looked at what you were wearing, little pajama shorts and a T-Shirt. Then he remembered what you were wearing when he walked in on you, nothing but your underwear.

He’d be lying if he said thinking about you wasn’t making him flush pink and a little hard. “Ethan?” His head snapped to look at your eyes, not realizing he had been staring at your ass the whole time. “I asked if you would get two bowls out for me? Mindy and Anika want to share and Chad and Tara are sharing. I guess you could get three if you want to share with me.” He barely registered what you had said but got three bowls out quickly, wanting to drown out the dirty thoughts he had begun to think about.

It was then he realized he hadn’t apologized for barging in your room just under 10 minutes ago. He placed the bowls on the counter and glanced at you, but you were already looking at him. He cleared his throat, “Um I’m sorry- y’know about earlier. I didn’t mean to walk in on you, I mean obviously. It was an accident, I promise,” he said quickly. You giggled at the flustered boy and he tried his best to avoid your gaze, but he couldn’t. He looked at you and the look on your face and he smiled, the blush on his cheeks not leaving.

“It’s okay, Eth. I didn’t mind,” you told him with a slight smirk. His eyebrows raised slightly and you chuckled. You leaned in and his breath hitched, he didn’t know where this was going. Your hand snaked up his chest and all the way up to cup his face. You admired him for a second before you inched closer to him, making sure nobody else would hear you, “I was kind of sad you didn’t stay,” you said quietly. He didn’t understand. “What?” He asked matching your volume.

“Well all day I’ve been thinking about you.” Your hand was now touching his biceps. “I was hoping when you walked in you would’ve stayed and helped me out, been so needy for you all day,” you confessed while looking at him with big eyes. He thought he was gonna pass out. His cock was definitely hard now, now that he knew you thought of him like he thought of you. And you wanted him, you needed him, just like how he wanted and needed you. “Fuck,” he muttered. You were so close to him and all he wanted was to fuck you against the counter or kiss you, or touch you. Just something. But there were people around.

He couldn’t give a fuck less about a movie right now or that he heard Chad asking what the fuck was taking so long, all he cared about was you. You were intoxicating. “Can we go to my dorm?” He asked you suddenly, the tension getting too much for him. Ethan searched your eyes for any signs of disgust or discomfort, but he didn’t find anything like that. Your eyes were full of lust and want, and it was for him, all for him. “Yes please,” you grabbed his hand and left the kitchen. “We’re going, don’t wait up!” You rushed out the door with Ethan stumbling behind you, a dumb smile on his face.

LMAO it turned to me wanting it to be fluffy into smth suggestive im sorry 😔 fluffy fics comin soon I sweaaarrrr and I’m tired af so this is lazy I apologize but hope you enjoy regardless!

#not proofread #not proud of it #but we’re rockin with it #scream 6 #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry thoughts #dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫

[carolmunson]

you keep me without chains | em.

this is a re-post of a ramble fic of me processing some stuff i've been through and am struggling with in my own healing. if you're familiar with my 'bad at feelings' series, it's in a similar vein of writing except eddie is incredibly soft and sweet to reader who is going through her own stuff. eddie sucks here, i don't think it's a correct characterization of him but it's just me using him as a placeholder.

originally, i didn't want to put this story in the tags because it's sad and explores the mindset of someone in a non-physically abusive relationship. however, since it is DV awareness month, i wanted to make sure to express that if there are people reading this who are struggling that they aren't alone and there are people there that understand and support them. and also that if there are younger readers reading (still eighteen plus!) who aren't sure if they are in an abusive relationship they are maybe able to get some context via fiction. my inbox is always open. DV Hotline US: 800-799-7233 DV Hotline UK: 0808 2000 247 tw: 18+ mindors dni, references to emotional and psychological abuse, minor threats of physical violence.

he left this morning with a kiss on your cheek and your lips, a nuzzle against your temple when you gave him two thermos's, one with hot black coffee and the other with the beef stew you made last night. hot hot hot. the way he likes it.

you made bread, so crisp on the outside, pillowy soft on the inside. he groaned when he popped it in his mouth at the dinner table, soaked in broth and butter. you warmed some in the oven when you put his lunch together, wrapping it in foil to trap the heat -- maybe it'll keep until his lunch hour. he might eat it all before his lunch hour. he never eats breakfast really.

you clean the counters and do the laundry while he's away. no kids to take care of, not yet at least. you mend his spare coveralls, treating the grease and oils stains, resewing his name tag stiched in red thread. you shine your mary janes and stilettos, shine his doc's just to be nice. you fix his patches on his vest from the last show he went to. you clean the stubble out of the sink in the bathroom.

he has the car so there's nowhere to go.

you shower, you do your hair, put make up on, go through the motions while he's not home. he hates to wait for you to do it but you hate looking tired when you're out and about. better to do it when he's busy doing something else.

next door neighbor is heading to the library, knocks on your door to see if you wanna come with. she just wants you to get out of the house for once, stop playing wife to a man who hasn't married you yet.

you hesistate, wanting to be home in time to make dinner, but you can't imagine the library taking too long so you go. she looks at you with a strained pity that you can't stand. he doesn't hit you, so why does she even look at you like that? he'd never do that. he just got back from all that shit with a few screws loose. he never knows what he means when he says it.

he's always sorry. y'know? he's always sorry. sorta.

doesn't hit you but you know how the day will go by the way he says good morning. by the way he wakes up with you -- or without you. know how the night will go by the way he breathes when he comes in through the storm door. by the cadence of his steps on the metal stairs. by the way the van pulls in.

sometimes things break and that's fine cause he just replaces them. he knows he shouldn't have thrown it, he knows he shouldn't have tossed it, he knows. he knows. that's why he gets it the very next day. new plates, new house phone, new coffee pot, new records, new casettes, new picture frames, new flower pots. he doesn't throw them at you. he's only punched the wall twice. he slams his head against it all the time. cause he knows he's not good. he knows. you go to the library and check out some books, laugh at your neighbors jokes, tell her about your weekend in the city visiting his friends. he held your hand in front of everyone and pulled you onto his lap, he joked with you and you laughed the whole time. you went to see a band play that you'd never heard of and he got you a t-shirt and the next morning you all went out for hot chocolate and breakfast and he kissed the whipped cream off your lips and ran his thumb over your engagement ring over and over. he never stopped calling you baby. so charming. so perfect. you don't know what you did to earn it, but you've been chasing it ever since. modeling that week's behavior into this one. tip toes through the tulips of the trailer. jagged. shell like.

you get home from the library and lunch, she even stops with you when you mention you have to go to the grocery store. out of eggs for meatloaf, needed some canned string beans for one of the sides.

it's the best dinner you've made in a while and the mashed potatoes are double whipped and extra buttery because he can never get enough of them. you know that it's little things like that. you love the smile he gets when you tell him you do some things just for him, so blushy and boyish.

'that's so nice, baby,' he gushes, 'thinkin'a me.' and god he gushes. cries when he can't contain it. saw you in a new dress and wiped his eyes. new hair cut sent him into orbit.

so pretty.

you're so beautiful, i don't deserve you.

you're gorgeous i -- i can't even like, think.

presents on your birthday. handwritten notes with tear drops washing over the ink in a wave, blurry letters blue and black, black and blue. he'd never hit you. too in love. too bursting with affection when he looks at you. too nervous when you look at him when he takes you out. when he plays a show. when he sees you get dressed into your pjs at night. you're so good to me. especially when you hold him through those nightmares. when you calm his anxiety, those deep breath panic attacks. the ones that the meds miss when he misses them. you're patient through the mood swings and he always says thank you. he always says it -- you're the only one that understands him. that sees him. sometimes you don't get it. that's what he says at least. you don't get it and that makes him upset. but you're not sure what there is to get. and you try not to get sad about it -- 'bout anything really 'cause you're not the one who got a few screws knocked loose. nothing bad like that happened to you. i mean, sure, maybe some bad things happened to you but not like the way bad things happened to him, right? you wouldn't get it. but he gets you, he tells you all the time. he gets you so well. symbiotic. the only person who knows you, the only person whose been in your skin -- right? at least that's what he says, and he's said it so long you can't help but believe it.

your eyes fall on the newly vased roses he bought you two days ago from the florist near the shop. bright red petals opened and fat, contrasting against the pea green of the walls. you smile at them while you pour gravy over each plate, extra on his mashed potatoes. he kissed you this morning, he was almost late leaving the house -- couldn't stop kissing you. couldn't stop looking at you with those brown eyes, sparkling with a mischief saved for tonight.

the van rolls in as you set the table, still in your outfit from earlier, the books you checked out on the counter need the flowers. the storm door opens off kilter, your throat constricts. you know by the way he doesn't say anything when he comes in the house. work boots kicked off with loud thumps. his jacket swishing with a thwap when he throws it with a grunt to the ground. something bad must've happened at work. 'hey honey,' you say quietly, 'got dinner for you.'

you know better, watching him turn the corner into the dinette, looking down at you from where he stands and you sit. you hold a mug full of orange juice on the table, fingers tapping on it silently while he holds his gaze. 'you goin' somewhere, dressed up like that?' he asks, there's nothing behind those sparkling eyes now. dulled out to hollow brown.

'no,' you shrug, you know how to coreograph your responses now -- still stepping on his toes sometimes, 'went to the library with gina, she just wanted a friend for some errands.'

'you know gina doesn't like me,' he nods, walking to the fridge to grab a beer, 'she doesn't like us together. she hates me.'

'she doesn't hate you, ed,' you assure, voice still calm, mediating, 'no one hates you.'

'your folks hate me, your sister hates me,' he nods, curls bouncing while he takes a swig, like it's normal conversation. so steady, 'you think they like that i got you ever here in this trailer park?'

'my parents don't ha--'

'they do.' and that's final. you don't argue. and he's right. your parents don't like him and that's why you don't call anymore, and they stopped calling you too. so did all your friends from back home.

'so what'd gina tell you about me today, then?' he presses.

'nothin'," you shrug, 'we didn't talk about you.'

'of course not,' he laughs but it's one that sends a chill under your skin, a laugh to not seem so mean when you know he's about to be, 'she was prob'ly tryna set you up with someone. that's why you got all dressed up right? anything to look good for other guys out there.'

's'cuse me?' 'you heard me,' he nods, voice still steady like nothing's wrong, 'that's why you wore all those tight jeans in the city last weekend, right? those dresses? tryna show off to harrington and the guys. don't act like i didn't notice.'

'what are you talking about? why didn't you say anything when we were there?' you heart rate quickens, you try not to get mad.

'i shouldn't have to. but that's how you are, y'know?' he shrugs, another swig, another chuckle, 'makin' dinner and everything, you must've been out there makin' eyes at everyone if you made my favorite.'

'i wasn't doing that,' you urge, voice raising, tears threatening to pool, 'i just made it cause you like it, cause it makes you happy.'

'so you just do anything to make sure i don't get mad? do you even know why you do stuff like this for me?' he asks.

'what are you even saying?' your voice raises again, a mild yell. you're frazzled now, heart racing, head already scrambled.

'don't yell, what're you -- fuck babe, see! this is why gina doesn't like me,' he grits through his teeth, 'cause you're always making a scene over nothing. you're over fuckin' reacting.'

'i --' your voice catches in your throat, quieting, 'i'm sorry? i'm sorry.'

'd'you even know what you're sorry for?' he nearly sneers, 'always sayin' your sorry over nothing. y'know somethin' babe, sorry loses it's meaning when you're sayin' it all the time. it doesn't mean anything from you anymore.'

you nod, losing your resilience, too confused about how quickly you got here -- and he's right. you're always apologizing but half the time you don't even know what you're apologizing for. just that you feel like you need to be sorry. like you need to say sorry.

he holds that stare on you like he's waiting for you to speak again. daring you to say something. you stare down at the wood grain of the table, blank and empty -- numb, even. the mug between your hands is warm from how hard you were gripping the ceramic to keep you grounded.

's'what i thought,' he nods, voice a low rumble while he makes his way to the bathroom.

he'd never hit you.

the slam of the bathroom door makes you flinch.

sometimes you wish he would. maybe it would hurt less than this. at least that physical pain fades, right? at least it wasn't the same dull ache on a bruise that won't go away. are you hemmorhaging? do you just not feel it yet? will it be too late when you do?

he slides into bed with you at night after spending the rest of the evening out back with the other couples and families that were smoking ribs, having a little fire out in the brush. he smells like cigarettes. you could hear his grizzly laugh through the windows while you laid in the dark of your bedroom. too tired after the way he spoke to you to do anything else. everyone's favorite mechanic loverboy in the park.

you feel his fingertips on your shoulder, one of them gliding down the slope of your arm. he presses his lips to your shoulder blade, your eyes shut -- blearing with tears from that dull ache.

'dinner was really good, baby,' he says softly, a whisper.

you try to get out a thank you but it becomes a choke, a sniffle, a gasp. then a cry and then a harder one, remembering how he rolled his eyes at you two weeks ago when you cried after he threw out the love letter you wrote him for your four year anniversary because 'you didn't mean any of that shit anyway'.

he sits up, shushing you softly while his hand smooths over your bicep.

'what is it, sweetheart?' he asks, 'are you mad at me?'

you shake your head no. looking up at him, lying flat on your back. he looks so handsome in the moonlight, concerned eyes and tilted head peering down at you. 'n-no, ed. m'not mad at y-you,' you push out, head still scrambled. you feel guilty about last weekend, about going out today. what if guys really were looking? you know you weren't looking at them but what if they got the wrong idea? gina doesn't know what she's talking about, she's always hated ed. ever since they were kids.

'you just havin' one of your moments?' he asks, soothing voice, 'yeah?' one of your moments. always just one of your moments. couldn't be him, you're just -- maybe you're over thinking it.

'yeah,' you nod, 'm'sorry i went out with gina, baby i -- she didn't say anything bad about you.'

'it's okay,' he smiles, 'm'not mad at you. never mad at my girl.'

'no?' you ask, swallowing hard -- your heart leaps. he's not mad. maybe he just had a rough day.

'no doll, m'never mad at you. you always think i'm mad at you,' he says, thumb brushing away the tears that threatened to roll down the sides of your face to your hair line, 'you need me to kiss it better?'

another sob rips through you, nodding, because you do. you need it. and you sort of hate that you need it. you hate yourself for needing it. but he kisses you and it does feel better. he knows how to kiss you just right, he always has. he knows just where to put his hands. just how to pull away and brush his nose against yours. how to kiss your forehead between affirmations. smooth and understanding, like a movie scene. his kisses are his apologies. his sorry. you accept it every time.

because he doesn't hit you and he never would. in the morning, when the bathroom door slams so hard the walls vibrate, you flinch.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #dark!eddie munson #dark eddie munson #stranger things au #stranger things angst #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfiction

[lcvesjj]

Hey dear 😊 would you maybe do an imagine with Connor Rhodes where you're a paramedic at fire station 51 and he's always happy when he sees you in the ER cause you both have a huge crush on each other, but he fears asking you on a date. Maggie notices this and works out a plan with your friends at Molly's to get you two together and it works ? Hope this is not a too weird request 🙊

Title : Plan - Connor Rhodes x Fem!Reader

Summary : After your friends notice, that you have a crush on a specific doctor (who also has a crush on you). They come up with a plan to finally get you two to date. 

Warnings : I don’t think there are any?

A/n : I love this idea!! Thank you for the lovely request Anon, and I hope this is what you had in mind! 😁 sorry for any mistakes I may have missed

You felt someone stare at you, while you were filling out the forms for the newest patient you had just brought in. Smiling softly to yourself you looked up and saw Connor leaning on a wall pretending to be looking over the tablet he had in hand. But actually he was staring at you.

Connor had the biggest crush on you, since he first saw you, the badass paramedic from Firehouse 51. Who would do anything to help someone. You were really kind and a smile rarely left your face. 

You walked over to him, after handing the filled out form to one of the nurses. “Are you okay Connor?” You asked in a worried tone. “You are looking a little red.” You added. 

“Yea, no I’m fine Y/n/n, just tired and I’m just feeling a little hot today.” He laughed a little awkwardly.

Before you could say anything else, your partner Shay who was also a paramedic with the 51. Yelled “Y/n! Come on, we have to go! So say goodbye to lover boy and let’s go!” Hearing her words you blushed and so did Connor. 

“I’m really sorry but I have to go. But I hope we can talk later at Mollys if you want to.”  You beamed at him. “Yes of course! So I guess I’ll see you after shift?” He asked nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. Which was a telltale sign that he was nervous. You just nodded in response. “Stay safe Connor!” You yelled walking backwards and then turning around and sprinting out of the ER to where Shay was waiting for you by the entrance.

“Huh, lover boy? That’s new.” Maggie walked up to Connor with a smile. “You like her don’t you?” She asked. “Of course I do, she’s pretty awesome.” He smiled, looking over to where you had just left. She just smiled at the way the two of you have been dancing around your feelings for each other. You both were pretty oblivious to the way you both looked at each other.

“C’mon pretty boy, let's get to work now. You’ll see your girlfriend later.” Maggie said, nudging Connor softly. “She’s not my- And before he would finish his sentence the ER doors flew open with two paramedics pushing a gurney inside. Quickly getting back to work Connor snapped out of his daydreams about you. 

Meanwhile you and Shay were driving back to the firehouse. You groaned internally, knowing what your partner was about to say. “So you and Connor huh? He looked pretty happy to see you Y/n.” She said, looking over to you with a Cheshire Cat-like grin. “So me and Connor what?” You tried to act oblivious to what she meant, but you knew that she could read you like an open book. You had worked with each other for so long that you became really close friends. 

“Do you have a crush on Doctor Rhodes?” Shay asked innocently. You choked on the water you were drinking, coughing a little. “I don’t- You tried to say but she just looked over to you with a face and you just sighed. “Fine, I do have a crush on him. But he doesn’t feel the same and besides I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” You replied, looking over to her. “You really don’t see it? He likes you too! I mean have you seen the way he looks at you? He’s definitely in love with you.” Shay responded, nudging your arm slightly. “I just don’t want to ruin our friendship Shay, and I don’t want to lose another friend.” You replied softly, playing with the water bottle you were holding. You two drove the rest of the way in silence. 

After arriving back at the firehouse, you quickly got out from the ambulance and walked towards the bathrooms. Kelly looked at you with a confused face, you always had a smile on your face. But now you were frowning slightly. “Shay what happened?” He asked, looking over to her. “Kelly, I really need your help with something.” She responded, sitting down next to him. “Yea sure, what do you need help with?”

“We need to get Y/n and Connor to confess their feelings. Since they look at each other with hearts in their eyes, quite literally.” Kelly snorted at Shay’s words but after seeing her glare at him he just looked down, still smiling. “I thought I was the only one who saw that. But anyways, what's your plan?” He asked. “We need to find Maggie and ask her for her help and besides I have a plan.” Shay simply said. “Are you sure this will work?” “Positive.” She nodded. 

Soon shift was over and after quickly changing you headed over to Molly’s. Seeing Connor text you “Are we still meeting up at Molly’s?” And after replying you drove towards Molly’s. 

Sitting down at the bar you ordered a lemonade, since you were driving back home today. You thought about what happened today at Med. 

Was Shay right? 

Did Connor really like you the way you like him? 

You were so caught up in your thoughts, that you didn’t hear Connor sitting down next to you and ordering a beer. “How was your shift?” He asked, taking a sip from his beer. “It was alright, we didn’t get many calls so it was pretty calm.” You smiled, turning to look at him. 

And before you knew it was really late and you and Connor spent most of the evening talking and laughing and sharing funny stories with each other.

“Well I better get going. But it was nice talking to you Connor.” You smiled, getting up and gathering your stuff. He just nodded in response. “Here let me help.” Connor said, gently helping you put on your coat. After watching you walk away he smiled at himself.

The next day was also pretty calm, you spend most of your shift just talking with Shay or watching some show on the TV. 

Little did you know, your friends had made up a plan to get you and Connor to date. 

You looked up, noticing Will walk in.

“Hey Y/n, can I ask you for a favour?” He asked, walking in behind Severide. “Of course, is Connor alright?” You asked, getting up quickly. “Connor is alright, but I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go on a double date with me and Natalie? I’d like you to meet someone, since we both think you two would get along really well.” Will smiled at you and before you could even answer Shay walked up and said “Of course she will! Just send the address and time and I’ll make sure Y/n is there!” She smiled at you. Will nodded and after promising to send it via text, he walked out of the firehouse quickly. 

Looking over to Shay, you raised an eyebrow at her. “Just trust me Y/n. It’ll be fine, don't worry. And you will get along really well.” Shay winked at you. Knowing that arguing with her would be useless you just sighed and sat down. 

As soon as shift was over, Shay quickly drove to your place, insisting on helping you get ready. “So how do I look?” You asked walking out of the bathroom, doing a small spin. “You look really hot Y/n, but now we need to do your makeup.” She replied, smiling at you widely.

When your makeup was done, Shay drove you to the restaurant you were supposed to meet Will and Natalie at. After checking your makeup for the last time, you got out of the car and thanked Shay for her help.

Hearing your phone buzz, you pulled it out from your purse and answered it. “Hey Will, where are you?” You asked, looking around nervously. “Uh hey Y/n, I’m really sorry but something came up and we can’t go. But have fun with your date!” He said quickly hanging up. Hearing someone’s footsteps you looked up and your eyes went wide. 

It was Connor. 

“Y/n what are you doing here?” He asked, confused. “I was supposed to meet with Will and Natalie for some double date with some guy. But it turns out they had to cancel.” You sighed looking at him. “Wait. Natalie just called me and said the same thing.” Connor furrowed his brows.

Hearing your phone ping, you looked at the screen to see a text from Natalie. “Have fun, you two love birds. This date is on us.” You read out loud, looking over at Connor. “So this was their plan all along?” He asked. “Yea I think it was. Listen Connor if you don’t want to we can just go home and pretend this whole thing- Before you could finish your sentence, Connor pulled you in for a small kiss. Pulling away you looked at him with wide eyes. “I’m sorry Y/n, I didn’t know what came over me- Connor tried to say but you interrupted him, by pulling him in for a kiss. “I’ve been wanting to do this for ages.” He said softly, looking into your eyes. “Me too.” You smiled at him. 

“Do you still want to go on this date?” Connor asked. “I’d love to. I always wanted to ask you for a date but I didn’t want to lose you.” You said softly. “You would never lose me, okay Y/n/n? Not when I’ve wanted to do the same for ages.”  He said gently cupping your cheeks to make you look at him. You nodded and smiled. “And I know that Maggie and probably Shay were involved in this.” He added. “Probably, but I think it worked.” You replied, smiling even wider. “Now c’mon, let’s go since it’s freezing.” Connor laughed, pulling off his suit jacket and placing it around your shoulders. “Thank you.” You softly said. He just pressed a small kiss to your forehead and wrapped his arm around you, leading you towards the restaurant.

#chicago med #chicago med x reader #chicago med imagine #chicago med fanfiction #connor rhodes #connor rhodes imagine #connor rhodes x reader #one chicago #one chicago x reader

[cockslutpadalecki]

Don’t Be Cute, Be Nasty (2)

Summary: You hate the thought of being inexperienced and Joel, your caring stepfather, just wants to help out. Practise makes perfect, right?

Characters: Stepdad!Joel Miller x Stepdaughter!Reader.

Words: 3.1K.

Warnings: stepdad/stepdaughter relationship, step incest, reader is over 18, innocent!reader, sort of corruption kink, lots of pressure over reader, oral sex (female receiving), squirting, vaginal sex, loss of virginity, 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: You can read part one here. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

“So,” Joel’s voice sing-songs at you from the open doorway to your bedroom, “how far you’d let him go?” 

You glance up from your book, your stomach instantly tightening at the sight of him. It’s been three days since your date with Craig— four since Joel taught you things no stepfather should ever teach his surrogate daughter— and this is the first time you’ve been alone with him long enough for him to question you about it.

When you hesitate for too long, he softly urges, “C’mon,” shrugging he smirks, “I won’t be upset.”

“Se-second,” you rush to placate him. “Just second.”

“How was it?” 

Here it is. The question you don’t want to answer. How can you tell him it was just… okay? Mediocre, in fact. Nothing compared to how he made you feel. 

“Fine.”

“Just fine?” 

You raise an eyebrow at him, clear in your intent that you’re not willing to elaborate. Joel thankfully takes the hint.

“You go down on him like I showed you?” 

You nod, not sure if you imagine the way he tenses at your response, but you realize you enjoy the thought of him being jealous. 

“He like it?” 

“He came if that’s what you mean,” you mutter, turning your attention back to your book.

The words blur on the page as you sense Joel moving in the doorway before hearing the door click closed. For a moment, you think you’re alone until Joel’s feet come into your periphery, just to the edge of your bed. 

You don’t wait for him to speak— the order to look at him threatens to break the silence, but you don’t need him to say it, his mere presence reeks— demands obedience. You crane your neck and stare up at him as he moves to sit beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight.

“Look, there’s coming because, y’know, you’re getting your dick sucked, and there’s coming because it’s the best damn blow job you’ve ever gotten.” 

You shrug. “I don’t know, I mean, he almost tugged a clump of my hair out, then when he finally caught his breath, he asked me how I learnt to suck dick like that.”

Joel smiles down at you, tongue caught between his teeth. The memory of his cock heavy in your throat reminds you exactly how you had been taught.

“Good girl,” he praises, “nobody else will ever hold a candle to you now.” 

“Why?”

“Because you gave him the best damn blow job of his life, princess. He’s gonna remember it when he’s well into his 40s, fat and balding, jacking off alone in the spare bedroom ‘cause his wife ain’t doing it for him no more.”

You don’t know whether to smile or be revolted, imagining Craig like that. Instead, you give Joel a kind of neutral look, not sure of how to keep the conversation going.

He blows out a puff of air with swollen cheeks. “So, just second and a half? He didn’t go down on you?”

You screw your nose up at that. “No.”

Joel notices and tuts. “Don’t you want him to return the favor?” 

Squirming beside him, you finally sit up on your knees, giving him another casual shrug. “I guess, I don’t know, I just— the thought of someone’s mouth… y’know, down there. Seems kinda gross.” 

“But you put your mouth down here,” Joel replies, a noticeable husk to his tone. Your eyes catch briefly before they drift south, noticing the way his thumb rubs across the zipper of his jeans. 

Swallowing deeply, you look back up at him just as he leans in, his hot breath brushing the shell of your ear.

“Trust me, if I got the chance to put my mouth down here,” his hand glides across your thigh, skimming his fingertips along the seam of your cunt, “you’d be begging me not to stop.”

As tempting as it sounds, you’re still not sold on the idea. He pulls back a little, tongue teasingly balanced on his lower lip. 

“No?” he says. “What if I kiss you a little? See if you like it?” 

“Hm, I don’t know.” 

His hand moves, cupping you fully. “Just try it, if you really don’t like it, we’ll stop.” 

“But-”

“C’mon, you think Craig will be this lenient with you? You don’t want him to think you’re a second-base only kinda girl, do you?” 

You shake your head. Joel smiles.

“I didn’t think so.” 

“Just a kiss,” you reiterate with a shaky voice. Flames of heat are already pulsing through your thighs at the thought of his lips on you. 

His mouth is only inches from yours when he husks, “Just a kiss.”

-

Heat is all you feel. Pulsing, rippling heat that threatens to shatter you from the inside out. Pressure builds inside you— everywhere— as Joel fucks his fingers back into you while his tongue laps at your clit. 

Every stroke, every lick is precise. This is no longer a lesson in how to eat pussy, it’s merely for enjoyment now as Joel mutters praise against your saturated flesh.

He lifts his head momentarily, encouraging you wordlessly to prop yourself up. You do so on shaky elbows, entranced by the sight of him between your thighs, your essence smeared all over his beard and lips. 

Joel smirks. “Still think it’s gross?”

“N-no,” you mutter, “please don’t, s-stop.”

He smiles wide, stare still locked with yours as he presses a featherlight kiss to your mound. You groan, eyes rolling, elbows threatening to collapse beneath you before you’re able to regain some semblance of composure.

“See, a common misconception is that oral is all about stimulating the clit, but,” he presses another kiss to your skin, this time to your swollen bud, letting his words linger in the air as his fingers retreat slowly, “you wanna make her come as hard as possible and the best way to do that is...” His voice tapers off as he slips his fingers back inside you, crooking them at the knuckle to create the perfect angle. Your entire body tightens when his fingertips nudge something inside you, and light sparks instantly begin to electrify within your veins. 

The sentence remains unfinished as Joel licks his bottom lip before opening his mouth wide, allowing his tongue to sweep a line up your cunt. 

“Jesus Christ.” Your elbows finally give way and you fall back onto your bed with a breathless whimper. 

“You like it like this?” he asks against your pussy. His rhythm increases and the little flame tingling everywhere down below quickly dissipates. 

“Mm,” you shake your head, forgetting he can’t see you. “No. Slower.” 

“Slower, huh?” he replies, amused. “Like this?” His fingers and tongue ease to a pace that makes everything inside you feel like it’s about to burst. Words die on your lips as you try to answer, but whatever sorcery Joel is doing to you with his tongue and fingers render you mute. 

He doesn’t deviate— keeping the perfect cadence until you can’t hold on any more. Your hands reach between your legs, grabbing a fist full of his hair just to have something to hold onto. Every nerve in your body shorts out as you come explosively with a squeak.

Joel continues to lick and fuck you until the sensation wanes, but as soon as it passes, another wave of heat washes over you. More intense than the first. 

“Oh my g-” you cry out, suddenly feeling like you need to pee. You try to wriggle out of Joel’s reach, but the way his spare hand snakes around your thigh, means you don’t get far. “No, I can’t, I’m gonna pee!” 

He doesn’t listen, and a rush of something gushes from your cunt into his face. You’re too strung out to be horrified, the inexplicable ecstasy heating you from the inside out extinguishing your embarrassment. 

Everything is tinged in white. The room spins. It’s not until you feel wet lips kissing over your belly that you manage to find your way back to consciousness and Joel’s dark brown eyes gazing at you as he climbs up your body, his light smattering of chest hair tickling your skin.

“You still with me, Princess?” The question is soft. Spoken in light amusement.

“Uhh,” is all you can manage. You don’t like the way he’s looking at you— all heart eyes and lust, while you want to die from shame. Bringing a hand up to your face, you do your best to cover it from view.

He tuts gently. “Hey, why you hidin’?” 

“I peed on you,” you say, voice barely even a whisper. 

Joel laughs above you. “Kinda, yeah, but it’s not a bad thing.” 

You glance at him through open fingers. “It’s not?” 

“Nope. Not when it means that I’m really fuckin’ good at making you come.”

You can’t help but laugh in agreement. “So it’s okay?” 

“Princess, it’s more than okay,” he affirms, rutting his still clothed cock against your soaked cunt. “Feel how hard you made me doing so good like that.” 

“Mmph,” you groan at the contact. “Want me to return the favor?”

Now it’s Joel’s turn to moan. “Fuck.” He sucks in a breath through his teeth, eyes trailing the length of your naked body before looking back at you. “God knows I’d love you to, but you’re so wet already, would be a shame to stop now. Wouldn’t you rather do more?”

“More? Like…” you let the sentence linger. 

Joel just looks at you, but you both know what ‘more’ means. 

“If you want to,” he shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“I guess,” you reply, unsure. “I mean, I don’t know, like, shouldn’t Craig be my first?”

“Do you want him to be your first?” 

No. “I don’t know what I want.” 

“What if you wait for him and it turns out to be terrible? He tells all his friends about you, how bad you are at sex, do you want that?”

You shake your head furiously. “Definitely not.”

Joel smiles, shifting between your legs. He tugs his jeans down just below his ass. Just enough to allow his dick to spring free. 

“C’mon, I taught you how to suck cock, lemme show you how to take it, baby.” His voice is rough, gravelly and thick. He moves, running the head of his shaft down through your folds, allowing it to rest at the opening of your sex. 

You wriggle beneath him, confused. Your body craves him, can feel your cunt contracting around nothing as it aches to feel him inside you. But your brain is telling you it’s wrong— you should wait for Craig, regardless of how bad it may be, yet Joel is right here… ready, wanting, to fuck you. Ready to turn you into a woman. 

He’s not doing this to score points with his buddies, he’s doing this to help you. 

Who is he going to tell if you’re shit? Nobody. Who will he mock you to if you fail to do something right? No-one. Joel can help you finesse the finer details, details that could set you apart from everyone else. He’s already shown you so much, he may as well take you all the way.

You could be a pro at sex before you’ve even started. 

“Okay,” you squeak, immediately dubious as to whether you’ve made the right choice. 

“Yeah?” he smiles.

“Yeah.” 

Joel slowly runs his tongue along his bottom lip as he rises up a little, giving himself room to slide a hand in between you. You feel him tug his cock a few times before his hand appears in front of you, and he gently teases his fingertips past the seam of your lips.

“Get them nice and wet for me,” he instructs, watching you devour his flesh like a tootsie pop. “Oh, good girl, yeah, loads of spit, baby.” 

When he’s satisfied, he pulls them free— a string of saliva connecting your lips to his fingers until it breaks like the most delicate strand of spun silk. His hand disappears once more, slathering his cock in your spit and then his body is draping back over you, bringing with it the warmth of his erection against your opening.

You barely feel any pressure at all until all you can feel is pressure. 

“Wait, wh-what about a condom?” you suddenly blurt out, trying to push him away. 

“S’fine, I’ll take you to get a script tomorrow,” he hums, pressing his lips to your throat, barely listening. “S’better without.”

Your reply gets lost amongst kisses as Joel nips at your mouth, his eager tongue seeking yours. It’s not until he groans against you, you realize this is the first time you’ve done so. 

After everything you’ve done with him, the least intimate action is the one you save until last.

It’s a distraction— pulling your thoughts away from the intense stretch between your thighs. You wince a little, wriggling uncomfortably as Joel pushes further in. 

“It’s okay,” he reassures you gently.

“It hurts.” 

“I know, baby,” he kisses you again, deep and slow, “it’s gonna a little, but you’re doin’ so well. Almost there. Just relax.” 

At that, he snakes a hand between you, using his thumb to slowly massage your clit, still tingly from your orgasm. Everything instantly loosens inside you and he slips the rest of the way in with a stifled moan. 

“Oh good girl,” he emphasizes, placing another kiss to your lips. “You okay?” 

“Y-yeah, m’just… full.”

Joel laughs softly. “Ready for me?” 

You nod. Removing his hand from your clit, he retreats slowly. You feel weird as he slips out, like your pussy needs him back. When he slides back in, it’s a little easier, but there is still some resistance the further he gets.

As he fills you all the way, you feel the small thatch of curls at the root of his cock tickle your skin followed by the weight of his pelvis. It’s a strange sensation, but one you already sort of enjoy, and you begin to anticipate it.

Joel repeats the process ten more times, speeding up a little with each thrust, and you can feel yourself relaxing more and more as dull pain slowly melts into pleasure.

“How you doin’?” he asks above you.

“G-good,” you gasp out when he thrusts a little harder. “Oh, fuck.”

“You like that?” 

You nod immediately. 

“Want me to do it again?” 

“Mhm.” 

He does— gently at first until he’s fucking you at a pace that makes your cunt ache. You can feel your wetness drip around him each time he pulls out, and when he drives back inside you, it helps aid his momentum, filling you entirely to the root.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl, aren’t you, huh?” he whispers against your lips, teeth nipping at your flesh each time he sinks inside you. “So good for your Daddy.”

Words get lost in the back of your throat. 

And you almost lose yourself when Joel rises up onto his knees, grabs your hips and begins pulling you on and off his cock. 

“W-want me t-to s-stop?” he stutters, noticing the way you tense beneath him. 

You shake your head, breathlessly muttering, “No,” in response. 

“Shall I slow down?” 

You repeat the process, your plea to ask him to go faster dying on your lips. You’re too afraid to be up front. 

“God, look at you, good enough to fuckin’ eat.”  

A hand slips between your thighs, thumb poised across your clit as Joel orders, “Tell me what I need to do.” 

At first, you’re confused by what he means, until it finally dawns on you. He wants instruction, his words ringing through your head. 

Every woman is different.

“Is this alright?” 

“Mm-hm.” 

“C’mon princess, how will any man ever be able to get you off if you can’t tell him how?” His eyes locked with yours, he lifts your knee to his mouth, and presses light kisses to your skin, his facial hair gently tickling the flesh. 

Your body tenses under the combined scrutiny of his stare, along with the feel of him everywhere, all at once. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to swallow down your embarrassment, but the words finally tumble out. 

“Move your thumb down a little.” 

“Good girl,” he praises, words thick with the sound of a smile. He does so and your hips cant towards him, needy. “Oh, there we go, that’s better, huh?” 

“Mm, to the left… yes, yes, right there. D-don’t m-move it,” you instruct, eyes still closed. 

It’s perfect now. You can feel the flames rapidly building with heat, threatening to scorch you from the inside out. 

“Go faster,” you tell Joel through the darkness. 

“Not until you open your eyes and look at me.” 

You do with tremendous hesitance— one eye at first and eventually, you open the other. The moment your gaze catches his, he starts to fuck you harder. 

An unfamiliar but somehow familiar stirring starts to develop in your gut— dull at first, almost like you’re imagining it, until there’s no mistaking it. It builds and builds to the point you think you’re going to burst. 

“Jo-el, I— oh god,” you blurt out, “I think I’m c-close.” 

“Yes baby, c’mon, give Daddy what he wants.” 

It all happens in a blur. Nothing but pleasure exists for a brief moment, however this time, the moment extends— prolonged by Joel fucking you through it. It repeats over and over— your body seizing like you’ve been electrocuted, before sagging back against the mattress, completely fucked out. Yet you keep jolting intermittently as lingering waves pulse through you.

“Oh fuck, Princess,” Joel sounds amazed. “That good, huh?” 

Your tongue feels too heavy to respond, but the barely discernible nod of your head and the lazy smile brushed across your lips seems to sate him enough to keep going. 

Wet slaps accompany his throaty moans and praise, encouraging you to telling him what you want. 

Again, you start off feeling ridiculous, but the more you instruct him to hold off or go harder, the more eager you become to spill everything that’s on your mind. 

“You want me to, what?” Joel asks, mid thrust.

“F-fuck me from behind?” It’s not a question, but you pose it as such, internally rebuking yourself for your brashness.

He smirks down at you before placing another kiss to the inside of your knee. “Next time baby, just need to enjoy you like this.”

Your stomach flips at that. Next time? You’ve always been under the impression this is just a one off— but as Joel stares at you, eyes lust-dark and intense, you realise this is just the beginning.

***

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#joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction

[c-optimistic]

Hi there! Are you still open to 100 days of fic prompts? Wondering if you'd take a stab at Lena worrying that she and Kara are too different to be together romantically and Kara insisting that they complement each other

this is a very old prompt, from back before my relationship ended and i was trying to impress my ex with fic everyday, but i am trying to write more so here’s a little bit of angsty fluff for funsies

When she finally had the presence of mind to pull the knife wedged between her shoulder blades, the remnant of the shattered trust between herself and Kara, she’d come to an all-encompassing conclusion: there was no such thing as love.

There couldn’t be.

(Because if there was such a thing as ‘love,’ then she rather thinks Lex would’ve stayed sane, her mother would have treated the girl she raised as her own, her friends wouldn’t have left her, and Kara…Kara wouldn’t have lied.)

But as the months dragged on and forgiveness became less of a long shot and more of a question of when, her thoughts on love began to evolve. Now, Lena is a scientist. And so, after careful consideration and thorough research, she decides that the thing people call love is merely chemical reactions in her brain, associating Kara’s presence with feelings of happiness and safety. A drug, really. And like any drug, the best way to cut her dependence is to remove the drug from her life and consistently remind herself why the drug is so dangerous to her health.

(She had not reckoned for the fact that this particular drug can advocate on its own behalf, and is very much not on board with the notion of ‘quitting.’)

“I don’t really understand what you mean,” Kara says, standing in Lena’s living room in her skin tight blue suit, red cape hanging listlessly behind her, leaving very little of Kara’s curves to the imagination.

Lena has to physically shake her head, blinking furiously in annoyance at the chemicals in her brain.

“What’s so confusing?” she asks, a question she really wishes sounded angry and hurt, but comes out as confused as Kara looks. Because if she’s honest, she’s not sure she knows what she means either. Just that she can’t think with Kara so close.

“I said I love you,” Kara says, voice clear and unafraid, those three words ringing in Lena’s ears, momentarily making thoughts hard. “I said that it’s been a while since I worked my back to being friends with you. But that I want more.” She steps towards Lena, who takes several steps back, causing Kara to huff but stop. “I asked how you felt, and all you’ve done is list all the possible reasons we’re not good for each other. But that’s not an answer, Lena.”

“But listen,” Lena says, swallowing. “Have you considered that you love potstickers and I don’t?”

“I don’t really care, that just means more for me when we order in.”

Lena’s eyes narrow at the easy solution. “Okay. Fine. What about the fact that you don’t like my taste in novels?”

“Lena, I want to go out with you, not the trashy romance books you read. What does that have to do with anything?” Kara asks, clearly exasperated.

“Right, but those books give unrealistic expectations of love and romance and I—”

“—then I’ll read all your favorites and will show you love the way you want to be loved.”

Lena’s heart hammers away, and she makes the mistake of looking away briefly, trying to come up with another excuse, unsurprised when Kara is approaching her slowly—like she’s a spooked deer or a cat with trust issues—giving her ample time to move away or tell Kara off.

She does neither.

“Lena. I love you,” Kara says in barely a whisper, now only inches away from Lena. “Can you please tell me what this is all about?”

“Everyone I love and who was supposed to love me has let me down. And I…” She trails off, closes her eyes, and presses her forehead to Kara’s strong shoulder, gripping her wrists as tightly as she can. “And I don’t know if I’m broken and am unloveable or if love isn’t real and—it was hard enough after finding out you’re Supergirl. I can’t do it, I can’t lose you again. Not you too.”

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of Kara’s breathing intermingled with Lena’s struggle to avoid breaking down into sobs. Then, strong arms wrap around her and hold her tight, enveloping her in the scent of flowers and sunshine and warming her from head to toe.

And embarrassingly, Lena’s chemicals send a single thought through her brain: home.

“I know I let you down,” Kara says, a gentle hand shifting and then fingers threading through Lena’s hair. “And I can’t promise I’ll never let you down, because I’m not perfect. But I do promise you will never lose me. As long as you’ll have me, in whatever form that is, I’ll be right here. Okay?”

And there’s so much more to say, so much more to figure out. Lena desperately wants to say those three words back, wants to pull away just enough to kiss Kara hard enough that she can feel the way those chemicals in Lena’s brain have altered her being, wants to confess every single dark thought she’s had from the moment she found out Kara’s secret and all the lies she told.

But instead she lets out a watery laugh.

“But you have a preference in what form I’ll have you, right?” she asks, knowing the answer, knowing that her answer is the same, knowing maybe forgiveness alone isn’t enough yet for them to take that next step.

“Oh Rao, obviously I have a preference,” Kara whines as she pulls away, grinning when she catches Lena’s smile.

And Lena’s pretty sure that next step will come sooner than either of them think.

#fanfic #supercorp #asks #kara danvers #lena luthor #prompts

[simpforthedead]

Genshin x fem reader

✧Here I am with a new headcanon idea !✧

✷What if Y/n was pregnant but learn later that her child is dead ?✷

๑I always see the if YOU die giving birth scenarios⁠๑

✿Don't worry it's all fluff even if it have a little angst plot ✿

✯Characters (Minors aged up if they're minors I don't know how old they are)

✯Scaramouche (You simp-)

✯Alhaitham

✯Baizhu

✯Bennett (Im sorry )

✯Albedo

✯Thomas

✯Cyno (My main and now I do bad jokes too...please tell me I'm not the only one)

Scaramouche (Well it's when he's wanderer but I'm not calling him wanderer)

☆When the doctor told you that to both of you he frozed up, like really...

☆You two left the hospital in shock, and you were only now starting to understand what the doctor meant.

☆You wanted to cry so badly but nothing was coming out of your eyes, and they just stayed open and with the wind it made them hurt.

☆Scaramouche finally took you in his arms and placed your head on his chest while kissing your head, you could even felt tears falling from his eyes.

☆It was only now you started crying.

☆You hugged him so tightly like for escaping the sad truth.

☆Weeks later you were still sad and didn't want to leave your home.

☆Scaramouche had to force you to go outside and to talk to people.

☆Everyone were worried for you and especially Scaramouche.

☆Even if he didn't show it, he was very sad and had cry a lot, maybe even more than you...

☆But he knew you were going to feel guilty if you saw him like that, that's why he kept it a secret.

☆After 1 month he was totally fine mentally, but for you it was a lot harder and Scaramouche kept helping you with things.

☆Nahida even came to talk to you since you were slowly starting to feel better.

☆After 2 months, you were capable to do everything right and feel happier than ever, but you still felt a little sad.

Alhaitham

⁠⑅I recently started to like him so it's prob not the best thing I've write.

⁠⑅You were sleeping when he learned it.

⑅When you woke up, he was reading a book on the edge of the bed, with his back facing you.

⁠⑅You happily greeted him but he didn't answered.

⁠⑅You moved to be able to see his face but he was covering it with his book.

⑅You were confuse and keep on going like that, but you stopped when you could have seen a tears rolling down from his eyes.

⁠⑅You suddenly stopped and hugged him, even if you know he's not a fan of hugs.

⑅After what seemed like 10 min, he faced you and tell you with a shaky voice.

"H-he's dead ...Our child is dead..."

⑅At first, you didn't believe it- No you didn't want to believe it.

⁠⑅You were hoping it was just a prank or something else.

⁠⑅Your eyes started to fill up with tears and you wiped them away with your arm.

⁠⑅He hugged you and kept reading his book

⁠⑅You were devastated and keep crying on his chest (Pillow chest is the best ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ)

⁠⑅ For the next few days you stayed by his side, and together you slowly started to feel better.

⑅ He was a little harder for him to kept his original himself, even if he didn't look like it you knew he was hurt inside.

⑅ Luckily your smile and your everything kept him out of the depression.

Baizhu

๑He's the doctor.... Yeah...Imagine the guilt he felt when he had to told you about it.

๑ Basically, he already knew the chances of having a baby were little cause he has a disease (I think...I didn't read his lore lmao)

๑You wanted to hug him but you were stunned by the revelation.

๑He understand your intention and immediately hugged you.

๑You felt so guilty you didn't want to eat for months, obviously you eated but never a big proportion.

๑Baizhu, being the amazing person he is, keep on telling you it's not your fault and taking you to peaceful places.

๑Qiqi was also worried about you and she was sooo sweet to you, I mean as a Qiqi she was cute.

๑Baizhu was amazing to comfort you, and you were really grateful for that.

๑There's nothing else to say except he's hot-

Bennett

⁠♪He think it's his fault.

♪He have bad luck and you can't do anything about it.

♪Yeah he turned EMO. Jk but it would be funny to see

♪Bennett felt so guilty, nobody could comfort him...

♪Except you of course ! So that's what you did !

♪You were sad too, but you already came up to this deduction when you couldn't feel the baby moving anymore...So you had the time to take all the informations slowly.

♪But him....He wasn't ready for this, I mean he knew his badluck would affect his child but didn't thought it was going to kill him.

♪Yea, so you guys had to transform into a psychologist , not that you mind it because you were cuddling while he was saying it's his fault.

♪You reassured him, even if it took time, you never left him thought it was his fault.

♪Baby was finally acting normal after 1 month and half

Albedo

✿Like Baizhu he was the one who told you.

✿He didn't want to hurt your feeling though, so he kept him a secret 2 days after learning his child was dead.

✿Yeah only 2 days because it was heartbreaking to see you happy for a dead person.

⁠✿When he told you, he had everything to comfort you like blanket, snacks, tissues and things like that.

✿As he thought you cried and run into his arms to get a hug from him.

✿Albedo being very smart, knew how to help you with this traumatizing event.

✿Nothing more to say except he was just perfect and sad, not for long time but still.

✿Here come the best part with.....KLEE

⁠✿Klee was so sad, she wanted a friend to play with.... Although she knew it wasn't your fault because Albedo told her.

⁠✿Klee once said "I can be your child !" even if it seemed weird because well... she already have a mother, she was innocent and you can't say she wouldn't say that.

✿Klee is still a child so she thinks it's the same, and she only wanted to comfort you!

✿So you told her you see her as a little sister but it helped you a lot to have this cute ,little ,blond ,legged bomb with you.

✿Klee is and will always comfort you no matter what !

Thoma

⁠◕MAID THOMAS AT YOUR SERVICE MAAM

◕He for real turned into a to do man

◕You feel lonely ? BAAM Have a party with friends !

⁠◕You don't like the noise in the party? BAAM silence ...

◕You want to change your clothes but you're too lazy ? BAAM YOU'RE STILL IN YOUR CLOTHES ! Yeah he ain't dressing you because he have a lot of respect for you

◕Thomas was trying to hide his sadness but sometimes he came in you room and sat in front of you on your bed, he placed his head on your shoulder crying while you were rubbing his head.

◕You weren't really an incredible person toward him...But he knew it was because of the death of your child.

◕You did have a lot of regrets everytime you yelled at him or drank until you throw up.

◕You felt even more guilty and tried to suicide yourself but bro....HAVE YOU SEEN THOMAS PERFECT ARMS ??

◕He didn't let you fall and you just wanted to restart everything...Sounds familiar? Then you are a good person don't worry about it ⊂⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠⊂⁠)

⁠◕He helped you go through it and you were so...Free like all the events were past and your dead child was probably proud of you from Celestia.

Cyno

☆Shocked, sad, angry, sad, guilty from being angry at something he couldn't do anything for, Cried

☆Cyno is...Sad but will get mad at the god, like they had killed your child.

☆Well later he learned that your child was dead because of a illness incurable.

⁠☆You were sad he was sad, so you two stayed at your home waiting until you feel better.

☆Even if everyone thought the house was dirty with chips bags on yhe ground, dirty cups or plates, water bottle empty and dirty socks averywhere, well surprising the house was clean !

☆Once you decided to invite some friend like Tighnari, Collei and maybe Alhaitham with Kaveh.

☆They were shocked.

☆You looked like nothing ever happened! But in truth you just didn't want to cry for something you couldn't help for.

☆The same for him.

☆Well it was harder for you but Cyno was here with his bad jokes to help you.

⁠☆It was funny tho (not like mines)

☆Your friends were happy to saw you two being okay, but they bring presents ?

☆Like, they bought you food and a new notebook...But a pretty one (You choose because I have a shitty style)

☆Cyno had a new TCGC cards but its a customized one so it's worth it.

Author:"Hope you enjoy ! "

Klee:"Have a good day or night !"

Author:"Go to sleep"

#genshin x reader #x reader #fluff #x reader fluff #Genshin x reader fluff #Cyno x reader #Bennet x reader #Thomas x reader #Baizhu x reader #Scaramouche x reader #Wanderer x reader #Alhaitham x reader

[stxrmylxve]

I’ve been thinking abt Hanma x Kisaki threesome in the bad toman timeline- like imagine getting DP’d by them while one is praising and the other is degrading, or they’re both degrading you! They’re just so mean 😍 Remember when Kisaki was being all fake w/ Takemichi and Chifuyu in that ep? That’s it- that’s the SUS energy he would start with, until his true intentions start to show and they eventually have you right where they want you 🥺

okay i just finished this episode and should i be mad they did that? yes. am i not? yes. bro when they tied up chifuyu i paused and just sat there in shock like-

but fr, they did them dirty like that. but hanma and kisaki were cute and had their moments so its okay with me ☺️

this will be a bit long- (oops) NOTES: degrading, cussing cause… its hanma?, praising, riding, bottom reader, switch kisaki but more of a bottom 🤭, top hanma ofc, inspo from that episode, a whole lotta plot

"Damn is it cold." you mutter to yourself, pulling down your shirt to try and trap some warmth. You had planned this outfit a while ago, and of course the one day you wanted to wear it, it was the fucking north pole outside.

Hanma takes off his jacket, throwing it at your face as he adjusts his shirt. You felt bad, all he had on was a wife-beater top, but you were about to be a popsicle so you gladly accepted it. You slipped into it, in hailing his scent with a smile as your body slowly began to warm up.

"Kisa, look." hanma whispers as kisaki looks up from his book, earning a small grunt as he went back to reading. Hanma shot him a glare as he got up from the bench, grabbing kisaki's feet and yanking them towards him. Kisaki instinctively reached out for something to grab onto, but he was still thrown off of the bench and ended right in the pile of snow.

"Hanma!" he yells, getting on his knees and pulling the tall man down with him, this time making his face plant into the snow with a grin.

"Kisaki... I know he's a bit annoying, but don't get him too cold, will ya'?" you say with a chuckle. You hear a small "fine." come from the man as he gets up, brushing his pants off with a frown as hanma sits up, snow caking his face like make-up.

You bursted out in laughter, doubling over as hanma sheepishly wipes off his face with the back of his hand. Once you and kisaki caught your breaths, you looked up at the tall man that was now standing up fully. You immediately looked back down as you eyed his chest, the snow melting with his heat to make the white see-through.

"y/nnn, can i slide into my jacket with you? It's fucking cold out here." hanma pleads, getting on his knees to beg, making you turn even redder that you had been before.

"sure.." you mumble. The jacket was huge anyway, but you weren't too sure two could fit in it. Hanma examined the jacket with a frown, realizing this too. He looked at the sleeves, noting they were reasonably larger as he stood up. He lifted you up and sat down on the bench, sliding in behind you to where you were sitting on his lap.

Kisaki sat there dumbfounded as hanma smiled, his smile growing with your every move against him.

"Hanma!" you squeak out, not being able to move as he hugged you from behind.

kisaki spoke for hanma, a faint blush coating his cheeks as he gulped, "y/n, if you keep moving..." this made you halt your movements as you realized how close and personal you were hanma, feeling the slight bulge below you as you laid back into his chest with a groan.

"really?" you deadpan as hanma shuffles around, gaining more friction as you place a stern hand on his thigh to stop him. Anyone knew when he was in the mood, you could call him an animal in heat. The pure stamina in him was already ungodly, and if he was already close with you? Geez louise

"Pack it up for today kisaki, we have to meet the others today, remember?" hanma says, changing the topic as slid out of the jacket and grabbed his bag with a scowl.

Walking to the restaurant was silent, but chifuyu ran to you and lightened the mood instantly when you all arrived.

"y/n!" he says with a smile as he engulfed you in a warm hug, ruffling your hair with a grin as takemichi waved from behind.

"So just to make sure, y/n will stay with us while y'all stop hakkai?" hanma asks, earning a nod from kisaki and takemichi as you shrink into his jacket. This wasn't going to go smoothly, was it?

----

"Can I go grab a soda?" you ask, wanting nothing more than to get away from everyone as chifuyu nods.

"Sure, but we're going to go inside, okay? stay safe." he says with a thumbs up and a grin as you nod and take off, skipping down the street as you take in the snowy cold air.

You get to the vending machine, taking your time and getting two sodas for good measure, making your way back to the church with a smile. You shoved the sodas in your pocket as you heard yelling and the sound of bikes, the color draining from your face as you ran as fast as you could. You reached the church just in time, rushing into the door and slamming it as the men outside began to pull up.

You sighed to yourself and took out the sodas, setting them on the ground so they could begin to fizz down as you turned around, finding kisaki watching the fight from afar.

"how's it going?" you ask, spooking kisaki as he turned around.

"fine." is all he says, turning back around with a frown as you stood there, puzzled why all of the sudden he was so cold.

"Something happen or..?" you say, catching his attention as he turned around.

"No. Cut the attitude, would ya?" hanma says from behind you, taking your hands into his strong grip and holding them behind your back. He didn't tie them up or anything, he just held them there as he gazed at takemichi getting pummeled.

"Let go hanma!" you exclaim, ripping your hands away and rubbing your wrists with a frown.

The three of you stood in silence, perking up when more, louder bikes approached outside.

“Should we leave now? Mikey has a way with his senses, and it won’t be good once he sees his captains beaten up like this.” kisaki asks, making it more of a retorical question as he was already heading for the exit door to the side.

“and y/n,” he says as hanma walks out, leaving just you and him in this area, “if you don’t want to get caught, i suggested you come with us.” and with that, he shuts the door, leaving you pondering the option.

You hated leaving chifuyu and takemichi, but with mitsuya, you knew they were better off already. Hakkai would eventually come around, you figured, so you pushed open the door, runninng after the two men in the distance with a frustrated huff.

”kisaki!” you yell, catching his attention as a grin spreaded on his face. you had fallen right into their hands without even realizing it. He turned around, his grin completely vanished as he stopped and waited for you to catch up.

“good choice for coming around.” he says, grabbing your hand as he jogs to catch up with hanma, pulling you along the way and ultimately in between them both.

“welcome back, sweetheart!” hanma says with a goofy grin. He always calls you that, but it was different this time as the actions done earlier in the day replayed in your head over and over again.

“hi.” is all you give him as you throw his jacket over his shoulder. He takes it and slips it back on, eyeing you the whole time as you walk down the street.

“hanma, turn, mine.” kisaki says, abruptly pushing you down an alley way to an unfamiliar part of town. You stubbled forward with a grumble yet continued to follow kisaki, hanma in the back on the lookout for other gang members.

After gettung through the alley way, hanma returned to your side and began to lead the way, taking a few more turns befor approaching a tan house. It was basic yet modern, old yet had fresh paint, it was an odd sight indeed.

“is this your house, kisaki?” you ask, glancing over just enough to catch someone out of the corner of your eye. You pushed kisaki forward, pushing him just in time to dodge the bullet as the man took off, disappearing into the shadows without a trace.

Kisaki pushed himself off of the fence with a groan and looked down, looking at the section of the fence that was been shattered to pieces.

“thanks, y/n. didn’t know i had such an enemy.” he says awkwardly as he opened the gate, unlocking the front door and kicking it open before placing the key back under a fake rock to hide it.

“make yourself at home, my parents aren’t home for the rest of the week.” he says, wandering to the kitchen to make something to eat. Hanma slips off his shoes and lays out on the couch, all too familiar with the house having been there countless time before when his fanily was gone.

You slipped off your shoes and awkwardly sat on the couch, finding it too rude to lay down dispite the tiredness overwhelming your eyes. You opted to gaze off, thinking about anyone who could have taken a shot with that good of accuracy that was an enemy of the gang. Or maybe they had been hired…no way, these gangs around here do things face to face. But what-

“earth to y/n, would you like something to eat?” kisaki’s strained voice brought you out of your trance as you shook your head and hid your face in your hands, overwhelmed with the curious gaze of both of then piercing your skull.

“c’mere~” hanma coos, patting his chest as he brushed the gel out of his hair with his hands. As much as you hated to get too comfortable without permission, a lack of sleep with this type of day did not pair well together. You hesitantly laid down on his chest, listening to his slow heartbeat as you gripped onto his shirt.

He brough his hand onto the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles as he fiddled with his hair. Eventually, you got uncomfortable and began to move around, frustrated at how toned his chest was and how uncomfortable it was.like that’s a bad thing

“darl’, you know how this will end.” he groans out, alerting you and kisaki as you sat up with a blush. You leaned back into kisaki, letting out a squeal as you giggled into his chest.

“are they against it or..?” hanma asks as kisaki shakes his head, looking down at you.

“no, i think they want it, yeah?” kisaki teases as you roll over, facing the couch with a deeper blush. There was a moment of silence before you nod, hoping no one would see it, yet to no surprise, they did and moments later, you were thrown over hanma’s shoulder and were escorted off to kisaki’s bedroom.

Hanma threw you on the bed with a grin as he and kisaki looked down at you with hungry eyes. Kisaki was truly an interesting person; one moment he was calm and collected and the next he was just as feral for sex as hanma was on the daily.

“i think they’re waiting, kisaki.” hanma deadpans as kisaki leans down, unzipping hanma’s pants with a frown. He took his cock out, stroking it a few times to get him hard before scooting away, disgusted at the feelings on his hand.

Hanma chuckles and pulled kisaki up by the collar, sitting him on the bed next to you, fiddling with kisaki’s zipper as he reaches in a drawer in search for a condom. He hums when he finds one as he turns back to you and kisaki all layed out for him.

“shit, gonna’ fill you up.” hanma says with a grunt as he shoves all the way in, watching with a drunken gaze as your head was thrown back and you screamed out his name, gripping onto the sheets and kisaki’s thigh for stability.

Kisaki laid back on the bed, turning his head to you to capture you in a small kiss, hoping he wouldn’t get a notice from the neighbors to quiet down due to ‘excessive noise’ like he had before with hanma.

For you, hanma thrusting ruthlessly and kisaki’s gentle kiss was the perfect you needed to send you over into overstimulation rather quickly. For hanma though, just the sight of you so helpless from the overstimulation next to kisaki was just enough to almost make him bust.

“you- nh- you gotta stop squeezing so hard for me, loosen up now, will ya?” hanma says with a strained laugh and a long groan as he bends over into your torso. You took his hair into both of your hands as you squirmed again, tugging on his hair with small moans emiting from your throat.

“can i have some next?”

“kisaki let me enjoy this will you?”

“… but can i get some of that?

#tokyo revengers hanma #tr hanma #tokyorev hanma #hanma shuji #tokyorev kisaki #tokyo revengers kisaki #kisaki tetta #tr kisaki #kisaki fluff #hanma fluff #hanma x reader #hanma x y/n #hanma shuuji x reader #tokrev hanma #shuji hanma #tetta kisaki #tetta kisaki x reader #tetta #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers #tokrev #hanma shuuji smut #hanma shuuji x you #x reader #x gn reader #a funny ending lol #sorry for the delay #i got unmotivated about half way through #it finished strong though 💪 #i think at least…

[makoodles]

Ok! So the yellow happy twin is named narim and the red grumpy twin is named tunse’ayl. And y/n realize she was 3 months pregnant right after the uh, netayem incident. And much to the shock of Jake and neytiri and the excitement of the kids. It wasn’t just one baby! But two! But they didn’t find that out until after the birth. But when the news was out Loak and kiri were pretty excited cause that meant a new member for the five finger club. And tuk was excited for new sibling for about 10 seconds before realizing she won’t be the baby anymore and promptly threw a tantrum. Anyway I imagine that even if 75% human they still have the Navi features won out in the gene pool and the twins were born noticeably smaller than the average Navi baby and of course only grow to reach about 7’6 so obviously a bit shorter than kiri?? Besides the obvious eyebrows and five fingers another feature is their more roundish ears and their eyes are showing more white/iris smaller. And less prominent canines.

Anyway norm pretty excited for a new science experiment *cough* I mean new nieces!!

Ok but jokes all aside. After the twins were born Jake figured if the girls got assigned a color they won’t ever get mixed. Thus narim always has yellow beads in her hair and tunse’ayl has red beads in her hair. After they both were out the toddler stage it became easy to figure out who was who because one was always grumpy and the other happy. Now for some lighting round facts!

Narim first word was “no” and she used it pretty frequently much to the annoyance of her parents trying to get her to try new foods and to do things, reminded them of when Loak was a toddler. While tunse’ayl first word was “why” as in why is the sky blue or why do I have to go to bed or why can’t I go into the forbidden part of the forest yada yada yada.

Despite their obvious Apperance you would think Narim the talkative one but it’s actually tunse’ayl, though it’s more of complaining than talking. Narim more of a listener and willing to happily listen to her sister’s complaints about life.

Narim’s favorite sibling is tuk since they like to craft things a lot together and play in the water. While tunse’ayl favorite sibling is Loak cause he actually lets her go exploring and do things that dad definitely doesn’t want her doing. (Like seeing if she can swing from one tree branch to another without falling 50 feet to the ground 💀)

Narim kind of crafting is more a creative crafting and tunse’ayl is more scientific crafting. Which means she accidentally makes weapons. Made her first firework at age 10 💀. Definitely scared the shit out of Jake when it went off in the house.

Narim favorite activity is dancing at the festivals. and tunse’ayl is reading the human books at the human base. She frequently hangs there with Loak.

Tunse’ayl once made a huge launcher by tying a super elastic fabric between two trees and proceeded to launch her siblings into the ocean. Fun day for the kids. Not so fun day for dad.

I know kiri feeling left out so Narim hangs with her too. They go swimming together and just explore under the water for hours.

Depending on which twin is missing you will get different results. If Narim and kiri or tuk are missing then they are fine. If tunse’ayl and Loak are missing then trouble is happening. And if both twins are missing then you better pray they don’t set someone’s house on fire.

If your wondering where netayem is he’s with eywa. 💀 don’t worry the twins visit him sometimes.

Also shortly before y/n found out she was pregnant she asked norm when he visited the island to help kiri if it’s possible for a human and a Navi to have a baby and he said “it’s biologically impossible for a Navi and a human to have a baby.” So yeah norm contradicts himself.

AHHHHH THE WAY I'M EATING THESE UP

obsessed with the idea of norm reassuring reader that it's not possible for her to get pregnant with na'vi and humans to procreate, so obviously she's not gonna worry about being too careful, and then boom pregnant. norm's gonna be like 😳

also the first words being 'no' and 'why' lhgkahgra that's so perfect for their personalities i'm obsessed! you just know they have their parents and big siblings completely wrapped around their little fingers!

#avatar headcanons #asks

[spookiesmausoleum]

❛ 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 ❜

Sentence starters from quotes from the movie in question! Remember to specify for multi-muse blogs and change pronouns as needed.

"I have heard myself say that a house with a death in it can never again be bought or sold by the living. It can only be borrowed from the ghosts that have stayed behind."

"The memories of their own deaths are faces on the wrong side of wet windows, smeared by rain. Impossible to properly see."

"For those who have stayed, their prison is their never seeing. And left all alone, this is how they rot."

"Of her books, I have read fewer than nine pages of only a single one...and all the while suppressing a very bad taste. I am not even sure of the title."

"I can be sure of only a very few things. The pretty thing you are looking at is me. Of this I am sure."

"It has always been that wearing white reassures the sick that I can never be touched, even as darkness folds in on them from every side, closing like a claw."

"You had so much to say in those first years. When you lived here with me. Enough to fill a book. And then... nothing."

"You turned your back. You turned your back, and you turned your back so many times... that soon your feet were facing the wrong way altogether."

"I did nothing but sit and listen. I made no noises. I welcomed no visitors. And here, now, you've come back. But only to hurt me, only to show yourself, but not to let me see."

"You poor, pretty things whose prettiness holds only one guarantee. Learn to see yourself as the rest of the world does, and you'll keep. But left alone, with only your own eyes looking back at you, and even the prettiest things rot. You fall apart like flowers."

"Couldn't sleep. The first night in a place always weirds me out, you know."

"Why would you say that to me right now, in the middle of the night when I'm here all alone?"

"I can't imagine what I'd say if he did. I mean, what does a person say? "Remember that time we almost but then didn't get married? 'Cause I do.""

"On my very first night in the house. A death. But I cannot see it. Not yet. But I can feel it shifting its weight from bare foot to bare foot."

"So that's where you're hiding. They told me there wasn't one of you, and I don't mind telling you, I was a little worried."

"Because time spent in a house with a death in it passes more quickly, you know. Eleven months. Passing like the night."

"This is how you rot."

"It was fine when I first moved in, but now I think it's gotten much worse in the past few weeks."

"Possibly a mold of some kind. Likely there is some plumbing behind the wall, a pipe that runs up to the bathroom."

"You say you haven't seen it anywhere else?"

"It's just that a confusion like that is usually with the memory of someone significant."

"Heavens to Betsy, no, I haven't. No, um, I scare too easily."

"Well, there is a not-very-good movie, if you prefer."

"That would be much, much worse. I'd likely run down to the road screaming. And who'd look after [name]?"

"The pretty thing you are looking at now is me."

"I left the world just as I came into it. I am wearing nothing but blood."

"I am as white as a sail. I tell this often to myself. I tell myself that nothing gets on me. But it does me little good. The words pour right through. I am too full of holes."

"Grow up, you dumb old scaredy-cat. It's just a bunch of silly ol' make-believe typed words on paper."

"And even if I was fiendishly tempted, I have refrained from pressing the subject with her."

"Though it seems safe to assume that, as endings go, [Name]'s was not an especially pretty one."

"Quite dead but not quite buried. Carelessly concealed in a grave too shallow to be rightly called a grave at all. Better to call it a... hiding place."

"The walls and windows are as thin as bones. A person could walk right through them. Just up and leave this old house."

"I haven't really looked. I... I kind of hate the sight of it."

"I can sometimes see her struggle with the shape of it, more as if trying to remember a song she once heard, and not as she might remember an event."

"How does one forget something as essential as that? How does one forget a death?"

"Maybe it is the body that remembers. And without the body, there is nothing to hold to."

"We make our own ghosts by looking, but pretending not to see...and then forgetting ourselves altogether."

"It is a terrible thing to look at oneself and to all the while see nothing. Surely this is how we make our own ghosts. We make them out of ourselves."

#rp meme #sentence starters #there will probably be more- this movie has its grip on me

[cummin-n-cryin]

may i please request hcs of how trey, azul, and malleus would react to an s/o who has trouble falling/staying asleep at night?

~Thank you for your request!

☆~Sweet Dreams~☆

Trey Clover + Azul Ashengrotto + Malleus Draconia x gn!reader (they are all separate)

Tw: none here!

Side Note: Apologies for the long wait! Also apologies that this a bit short, trying to understand the character's personalities was a bit tricky, but either way i hope you like it!

~Trey Clover~

"Do you need something sweetheart?... Your having trouble sleeping? I think i know a few things that could help with that."

Trey would be very concerned for you. Sleep is very important for anyone's health, and the last thing he wants his partner to do is hurt themselves.

He will probably make you something to help you fall asleep like warm milk or a herbal tea. He will try to get you better pillows or blankets if that's what's causing you problems.

He might suggest that you could try sleeping in his room with him, perhaps being in the comfort of Trey's strong arms will help lull you to sleep?

(that sly bastard..)

He'll also ask about things that you may be doing that could make it harder for you to sleep, and will help you to correct these behaviors, but if your sleeping issue is a really big problem then maybe sleeping pills or a potion could help you? He'll try his best to find books or articles online to help.

(He's a big ol' worrywart.)

He has a knack for spoiling others (whether he admits it or not), and that of course includes you. Whatever you think will help you to sleep better he will try his best to do it. He cares for you deeply and wants you to be happy, so if anything is ever bothering you, make sure to let him know, okay?

~Azul Ashengrotto~

"Ah! Dearest how can i assist you? Trouble sleeping you say?... Please leave it to me."

Oh you poor unfortunate soul. Azul is worried for you, but this is a problem he's more than confident he can help you fix.

With his skills in potion making, he's quite confident he'll be able to create something that will help you to sleep. However, there are other methods than potions that could help you to sleep, perhaps he should get you new pillows to better support your body, or maybe just an entirely new bed? He can't imagine the beds at Ramshackle are all too comfortable...

He might make you sign a contract. His services aren't free after all!

(kiss him, he'll be too stunned to speak and will forget what he was saying.)

If it's his affection you're looking for however, you will have to be the one to mention it. He isn't the best when it comes to expressing personal emotions so comforting you would be one of the last things he thinks of, but if that's what you want he wouldn't ever deny you.

He's a little awkward to sleep in bed with, but you get comfortable soon enough. He enjoys your affection and attention, he's just a little awkward giving those things back to you, but i mean he's trying!

He may be a clumsy octopus when it comes to your romantic relationship, but know he does care about you very much. Azul is much more worried about you then he might let on, and he really does want to help you with this sleeping problem of yours. He will support you to the best of his ability, and he will always lend an ear to your troubles, and no you won't have to sign a contract.

(maybe...)

~Malleus Draconia~

"You called for me, child of man? I see..."

After explaining your situation to Malleus he will try his best to help you. He knows humans must sleep for a period of time and if they don't they end up suffering for it. He doesn't wish to see you suffer.

Malleus will accompany you throughout the night. He will read old stories to you, or hum lullabies that Lilia used to sing to him when he was younger. He is perfectly fine letting you sleep with your head on his chest while he cradles you gently in his arms.

(he loves getting to hold you like this...)

He will also try to see if magic or potions may help you. He is very knowledgeable, and is certain to find a cure to your problem in no time. Though he may not say it out loud he does love getting to hold you late at night, when trying to help you sleep.

Your life is but a flicker in his long lifespan and he doesn't wish to waste any of the time he has with you. He wants to be with you as much as he possibly can, and this is a great excuse for him to do just that.

He will always be there for you, so never be afraid to call for him when you need him, whether it be for any problems you may have, or just for the comfort of your lover, he will be there. He loves you greatly and will do anything he can to see you happy, always remember that.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #trey clover #azul ashengrotto #malleus draconia

[barely-coherent]

Sebastian x Elliot Headcanons

I'm down bad for these two quiet

They probably met at the dock

Imagine there's normal weather patterns and it can randomly start raining okay?

So sebastian has a computer so he probably checks the weather

Elliott has no TV, no computer so he can't check

Sebastian starts walking to the dock right before it starts raining

Elliott is already out there

And it just starts POURING

Like really coming down

Elliott is like "Oh no" and runs over asking if he can use Sebs umbrella just until he can get inside

Sebastian is like "Uh sure" and they walk over to his cabin and Elliot suddenly looks really inspired

"Thanks, I can add this to my romance book!" And rushes inside and Sebastian is just standing there like "You can h w a t"

A few days later Sebastian comes back and is like "Hey, about that umbrella thing, wtf do you mean add it to your book, I just walked you a couple feet."

And Elliott starts going off like "Okay so you know how it's the cliche kiss at the end of a date outside the front door and like sharing an umbrella gets them close? So I was thinking-"

And Sebastian just listens

And he's like "Oh no"

Cause Elliot has a really nice voice

My voice claim for him is Liam O'Brien from Vox Machina

ANYWAY

Sebastian is just like "Uh huh, cool" And walks away like "OH NO"

I imagine he goes home and texts Sam like "I think I have an idea for a song"

And Sam is like "OH HELL YEAH" cause he thinks Sebastians song will be sick as hell

And then they try it out and it's like this love song about someone being super out of their league

And Sam and Abby are like "... Man, are you good?"

And he's like "You can't laugh at me."

And they nod with their fingers crossed

"Y'know the guy that lives on the beach?"

They start nodding

"Also a loner, probably mentally ill, it checks out."

And then go over to Elliott and he's writing poetry about how he wants to kiss the carpenters son

I may be projecting but I think Sebastian falls soft and slow while Elliot falls hard and fast

So with Sebastian being like "Yeah, Elliott's lowkey fine as hell" He didn't know what to do

Also, Elliott is a stoner because I said so

One day Sebastian enters the saloon and he just REEKS of weed and Elliott just sniffs the air and is like "Perfect smoke circle acquired"

He doesn't really know how to approach Sebastian about it though

But Sam is trying to be a wingman and is like "Elliott, my bud, my pal, my good good friend, can I ask a favor?" And asks him to review the song that Sebastian wrote

Sebastian is like "Wtf are you doing?"

"Helping."

And Elliott is like "Sure, okay"

And after a while of reading it he's like "It sounds like you wrote it high. Like this doesn't seem like him, was he high?"

And Sebastian let's out a laugh and is like "They wouldn't put it past me but no, I wasn't high."

And Elliott is like "We should smoke some time, that would be fun."

And Sebastian is like "Alright fine."

ALSO MY FARMER IS ALSO A STONER

They meet up to smoke and Elliott is like "Did you know the farmer is really good at baking? Both ways too."

And Sebastian laughs

Like actually laughs as Elliott hands him a brownie

They both lie on the floor and get high and then Elliott is like "That was a love song, yeah?"

"Huh? Oh yeah."

"Hmm... Was it about someone specifically?"

Sebastian is like "Yeah, how'd you know?"

"There were a couple lines about living on the beach and not living up to a romance book expectations"

And Sebastian is like "I gotta call someone real quick" and pulls out his phone

"SAMSON WHAT THE FUCK NOW HE KNOWS"

And Elliott is like "Don't worry, I thought it was cute."

They talk it out

Elliott is like "I could take you on the best date of your life"

And Sebastian is like "The only date of my life."

Elliott is like "How much do bus tickets cost to Zuzu city?"

And Seb is like "... You ever ridden a motorcycle?"

The date is honestly pretty fun

They go to a library and Elliott buys him some new sci-fi books

They also go thrift shopping

Afterwards, Seb is like "That was fun"

And Elliott just nods with this look on his face like he's almost sad

And Sebastian is like "Do you wanna... come in?"

So Sebastian sneaks him into his room

NSFW MINORS DNI

Ngl, it probably doesn't start right away

Elliott is like "Tell me if I'm wrong but I have a feeling this room is soundproofed"

And Sebastian is like "And from that you know why I invited you in?"

And Elliott just looks at him awkwardly before Sebastian just pounces

It's a little awkward, teeth clash and their noses bump but it's perfect to them

They both chuckle a bit at the clumsiness before angling their heads for a better connection

Elliott had ditched his coat snd vest for the date so there was a lot less clothing in the way

The new hoodie Sebastian got had a zipper so there was easier removal

Elliott however had gone for a half button shirt

As he pulled it off, his hair was pulled back and Sevastian groaned at the sight

"You look good with your hair pulled back"

Elliott grinned and grabbed a hair tie from his wrist, tying it back into a ponytail

Sebastian bit his lip and pulled him back in for another kiss

As they shimmied their pants off Sebastian motioned to his desk

"Condoms, lube"

Elliott quickly got them before turning around to see Sebastian stroking himself, hand in his boxers

Elliott had to hold back a growl at Sebastians panting face

As he climbed back on the bed, Sebastian fully removed his boxers and leaned back slightly

Elliott slicked up his fingers and pushed one in

"That feel okay?"

"Mhm! More than okay."

As Elliott added a second finger Sebastian threw his head back and moaned

Elliott was a goner for his expression, pulling out his fingers and ripping open the condom wrapper

He held himself above Sebastian and kissed him, interlocking their fingers as he pressed in

Sebastians mouth fell open in a silent moan and grabbed onto Elliotts hair, pulling slightly

"Fuck, baby, do that again." Elliot whined as he began to rock his hips

Sebastian continued tugging Elliotts hair, pulling him down to his neck

Elliott took that as a cue to start sucking and biting his neck, dark red splotches being left behind in his wake

At a particularly hard bite, Sebastian arches his back and clenched around Elliott, making him grin

"You like when it hurts, love?"

Sebastian nodded, squirming as Elliot bit down again

Elliott started moving his hips faster, gripping onto Sebastians hips and dogging his nails in

"Fuck, oh fuck! Yes, like that!" Sebastian tugged Elliotts hair harder, losing himself in the pleasure

A growl from Elliott made Sebastians eyes open, looking at the purely animalistic look of Elliotts face

Sebastian burned that into his memory, feeling himself getting close

"You close? C'mon, cum for me, be a good boy."

Sebastian tipped over the edge with that and let out stuttered gasps, attempting to close his legs around Elliott as he shot ropes across his chest

With a few more pumps, Elliott filled the condom and gently pulled out of Sebastian, tying it off and throwing it in the trash can

"Shh, you did so well, you were so good." Elliott stroked his hair, holding him close to his chest

As Sebastians breathing evened out he stretched from staying in the same position and yawned

"Can you get me a towel? Bathroom's upstairs next to the kitchen." He mumbled and let his head fall back to his pillow

Elliott returned shortly after along with a glass of water

Sebastian slowly sipped the water as Elliott wiped him down

After he had finished about half the glass, he set it down and stretched out his arms for Elliott

"Stay the night, I'll think of an excuse tomorrow morning"

The next morning, Sebastian walked Elliott back to his cabin and chuckled

"Just like the book" He grinned and kissed Elliott before waving and making his way back

Bonus

"So, you had fun last night" Abigail grinned at him

"I have no clue what you're talking about."

Sam walked up behind him and pulled his hood higher up his neck

"The hood isn't as high as you think it is, Seb." And Sebastian immediately realized why Demetrius looked more disappointed than usual

"So how was it?"

"I'm not telling my best friends about my sex life."

"Ooh, that means it was kinky~"

"Maybe we stop talking now."

#sdv #stardew #stardew valley #sdv sebastian #stardew sebastian #stardew valley sebastian #sdv elliott #stardew elliott #stardew valley elliott #mine.txt #void thirsts

[whysamwhy123]

Randomly dropping 1.5k of some OrangeHook schtuff here. This is a sort of precursor/prologue to a different fic that I may or may not write. There's an awkward tonal shift and a real non-ending because I'm a little rusty, but whatevs.

‘’I thought it was supposed to my generation that couldn’t stop staring at our phones.’’

The sound of Hook’s voice makes Orange raise his head from the texts he was reading. The kid’s sat there on the other side of the couch, surrounded by a plate with a sandwich on it, a bag of chips, and a bowl of ice cream (Hook’s idea of a balanced meal. Oh, to be twenty-four again…) He takes a bite of the sandwich while Orange waves his hand dismissively.

‘’Leave me alone, I have a good reason,’’ he says.

His little sister just got engaged, you see. Orange isn’t usually one for showing much emotion; only when the situation calls for it. And this one does - he’s beyond happy for her. Their mom’s taken it upon herself to insist that as many of the family as possible make their way down to his sister’s place at the end of the month to celebrate. She’s currently blowing up his phone with plans and a million questions. Orange isn’t annoyed in the slightest - it’s exciting, actually. He doesn’t get to see his sister that much since she moved to the West Coast, and he’s looking forward to congratulating her in person.

Hook helps himself to a spoonful of ice cream. And he’s not even done with the sandwich yet. ‘’Your sister?’’

‘’My mom,’’ Orange corrects. ‘’It’s gonna be a busy couple of days. A lot of plans. Family bonding time.’’

‘’Sorry I can’t come,’’ Hook says. He’s booked to defend his title on Dynamite that week. He could have asked for time off too, but Orange told him it was fine, he didn’t mind going alone. It really was more of a family thing. ‘’I wish I could.’’

That surprises Orange. He kinda figured Hook was glad he wasn’t getting dragged along to this. ‘’Yeah?’’

Hook nods, in between bites of his sandwich. ‘’Yeah. That way, I could met your parents without having to go to Jersey.’’

Orange cracks up a little, shakes his head. Truth be told, he’s getting a little tired of the New Jersey jokes. But he can’t bring himself to refute them either. The eternal struggle.

The thought stays in his mind - Hook wishes he could go. Maybe he shouldn’t be surprised by that? Things have gotten pretty serious between the two of them. But at the same time, Hook’s dropped a lot of hints that this whole ‘serious relationship’ thing is kinda new to him. Orange understands, but he can’t relate - he’s been a serial monogamist since sophomore year of college. Orange didn’t expect him to actively want to meet his parents. But it's a good sign, right?

‘’What’re you smiling about?’’

Orange didn’t realise it, but yeah, he has a little smirk frozen on his face. He can’t help it.

‘’Nothing,’’ he answers. ‘’It’s just…nice. That you wanna meet my parents.’’

Hook’s hand disappears into the bag of chips. For some reason, Orange really wants to insist he finish the sandwich first. ‘’’Course I wanna meet your folks,’’ Hook says. ‘’You met mine already - it’s only fair. Besides, I bet I’ll be great at impressing ‘em. Moms love me.’’

Hook makes direct eye contact with him for that last part. Orange gives him a decidedly unimpressed look and says nothing.

‘’Did you hear that? What I just said?’’ Hook says, the most shit eating grin you’ve ever seen spreading across his face. ‘’I said moms love me. And I mean, they love me.’’

Orange narrows his eyes at him. ‘’Can’t imagine why.’’

Hook leans back against the couch, still the picture of smugness. ‘’It’s ‘cause I make them feel like they’re twenty-two again.’’

Orange rubs at his brow. ‘’Weird. You make me feel ancient.’’

‘’That’s only because you are,’’ Hook answers casually, before devouring another chip.

Just like with the jokes about his home state, Orange is used to this kind of thing by now. But he usually likes to give back as good as he gets. He wracks his brain for some way to turn this around on Hook. He scrolls back up through his mom’s texts and hits paydirt.

‘’I think my mom would like to meet you too,’’ he says.

Hook smirks. ‘’Yeah, I bet she -’’

Orange interrupts. ‘’Now that my sister’s getting married, she keeps telling me I need to catch up.’’

Hook’s bag of chips hits the floor and spills out what’s left of its contents. Hook’s smirk is gone. He’s frozen, face going pale as he’s gripped by the horrifying concept that is ‘commitment’.

Orange is the one smiling now. ‘’She keeps hassling me about it. About her eldest being the only one not engaged or married. No kids either.’’

The mention of kids causing Hook’s hand to shoot out and grip the arm rest. All his various food items remain untouched as he stares off to the side, consumed by pure terror.

Orange decides to twist the knife a little more. ‘’I don’t know what to tell her. But I’m sure you could give her a good answer, right?’’

Hook is staring off into space, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else right now. Orange feels smugly satisfied…for all but a few seconds. Then he starts to notice.

Hook isn’t just caught off-guard here. And his reaction here isn’t as exaggerated as Orange first thought. Hook seems to fold in on himself, like he’s trying to make himself as small as possible. His brow is furrowed, but it’s not out of anger. He looks…sad. Genuinely upset. But not with Orange. With himself.

Orange is starting to realise that maybe he’s taken this a little too far. Further than the usual playful banter.

‘’I…I…’’ Hook stammers. His voice sounds so uncertain and he can’t even look at Orange. ‘’I’m sorry…’’

Ah, hell. Orange regrets everything. This is why he keeps his mouth shut as much as possible.

He needs to reassure Hook. ‘’No, no, I didn’t mean - I was just kidding.’’

Hook manages to look up at him, but his expression is still tentative. ‘’So…your mom isn’t really saying…stuff like that?’’

Orange bulks. He’s never been good at lying, especially not when it comes to Hook. He feels he has no choice but to tell the truth, even though it’s not gonna make this any easier. ‘’Uh. Well. No, she is. But…whatever. That’s just…parent stuff, you know? Like, when we had dinner with your folks and they kept - ‘’

‘’I remember,’’ Hook interjects, making it very clear that he doesn’t want to be reminded.

Dinner at the Taz household went well, as far as Orange was concerned. He was more nervous than he’d been in his entire life, but it all worked out and Orange had a nice evening there with them. But it was awkward at times, in the way that meeting a partner’s parents always is. The highlights were all the times where Taz and Hook’s mom kept finding ways to oh-so-casually mention how they didn’t have any grandchildren yet. And when Orange complimented the meal, Hook’s mom told him it was a family recipe so she’d only be able to share it with him after he and Hook were married.

None of that bothered Orange all that much - he’d been there before with other meeting-the-parents scenarios. But Hook was mortified. Orange tried to laugh it all off during the car ride home but Hook was deathly silent for the rest of the evening. The only time he spoke up about it was the next morning when he tersely apologised to Orange for it and told him they ‘didn’t mean all that’. Orange sensed this was a touchy subject and didn’t say anything else about it.

Now, Orange feels like the biggest dumbass alive. He should have known Hook wouldn’t find this funny. The kid’s upset and it’s all his fault.

He realises he needs to stop mentally chastising himself and do some damage control. ‘’I, uh. I really wasn’t…hinting or anything back there.’’

Hook slowly nods. He still looks incredibly uncomfortable.

Because he apparently hasn’t learned his lesson, Orange keeps talking. ‘’We don’t have to talk about that kind of stuff yet. If you don’t want to. I mean, we don’t even live together so…’’ Orange notices Hook’s eyes widen. He’s doing a bad job of this. ‘’Which is - fine! That’s…okay! We don’t need to -’’ He stops and takes a breath; collects his thoughts before he makes this even worse. ‘’You don’t need to think about that stuff. It’s…the future, you know? It’s…whatever. We can focus on the now. I’m really happy, with everything, and we don’t need to -‘’

‘’Can we talk about something else?’’ Hook asks. There’s a kind of desperation to it, almost like a plea.

Orange has a weird feeling in his gut that he can’t quite place. Guilt, maybe? Regret? Anxiety?

Orange forces himself to nod and keep his expression neutral. ‘’Yeah. Sure. Whatever’’

A heavy silence lays thick over the two of them. Hook’s food remains untouched.

#Sam actually wrote a thing #Hook/Orange Cassidy #OrangeHook #Still not over these two #And now unfortunately I'm getting The Urge to write non-fluffy things with this pairing... #Hence the abrupt tonal shift and weird ending here

[leojurand]

i see people on booktwt praising the radiant emperor duology very often and every time, instead of remembering that i actually had fun reading those books, i think about how flawed they are, and i wish i could understand the endless praise they get. but i sadly do not.

and then i remembered a tweet by shelley parker-chan about dunnett and her novels that actually explains, in a way, why their writing doesn't work for me. the tweet was a reply to someone and it was:

but Dunnett in general never feeds me the (emotional) food and I get frustrated. like bitch these power plays are so good but why don’t you make it JUICY. don’t make me have to use my imagination

it's actually very funny how this explains exactly the problems i have with their duology. clearly, dunnett is a big fan of subtlety. also very clear, SPC is not, and doesn't utilize it much (at all) in their novels.

and the complete lack of subtlety is something that really bothered me in the radiant emperor duology. that, hand in hand with the endless repetition, makes sure you don't have to use your imagination when it comes to the characters. ever. you will be told how they feel about each other and about what's happening and about what they've done and will do. constantly

but that, for me at least, doesn't make you connect with those characters more, and it doesn't make them more complex (in fact, sometimes they feel like two emotions in a trenchcoat lol). of course too little emotional food can leave you hungry, but too much can cause indigestion

the thing is, i don't need dunnett to tell me that, for example, nicholas was battling with the pain of gelis's betrayal and the profound grief of the loss of his closest friend post-SoG. i know he's dealing with those feelings, i'm seeing it, because he fucked off to be a menace in scotland and he's wearing all black and he's kidnapping people to torment them for a while (lol). and that's so much more interesting than writing paragraph after paragraph of his emotional breakdown. because, yes, i can use my imagination. i like doing that!

would the lymond chronicles be better if we got descriptions of how lymond is drowning in pain and self-hatred during basically every chapter in RC or CM? it's obvious that that's what's happening to him. i think it would actually make the books and the character worse, because doing that doesn't fit who lymond is, just like it wouldn't fit nicholas.

the constant repetition of how zhu, ouyang, and baoxiang feel are not "juicy" to me. they're fine characters and i like them. i would even say they're pretty interesting! but you could pretty much define each of them with a couple of words and you would get like. 90% of who they are. no subtlety. no imagination.

you can't define lymond with two or three or ten words. same with nicholas. even dunnett's characters who seem more simple and straightforward, like richard or julius, are more complex than that

another thing is that focusing so much on the emotional journey of the characters means that other parts of the book are completely neglected. the radiant emperor duology is a low fantasy historical fiction. but the historical part of it is given almost no attention at all. if i pick a histfic book, i want to feel immersed in the time period it's portraying. that didn't happen at all while reading these two books. you may like dunnett's minute historical details more or less (hell, i'm a huge fan and even i want to skip most of the historical mumbo jumbo in some of her novels (the ringed castle)), but goddamn she makes you feel immersed in the 15th and 16th centuries

anyway, the conclusion here is that SPC doesn't love dunnett's style, and i don't love their style. i will probably still read their following books when they get published, but i really, really hope they learn just one thing: sometimes (most of the time) books that are subtle, are better

#it may seem like i've made two back to back posts complaining about dunnett criticism but actually! #this is radiant emperor criticism using dunnett to explain myself. completely different things actually #but also i am a complainer and i always Need to complain about criticism of my faves #especially when i don't feel it's fair #anyone who followed me during the peak of my age of madness brainrot knows this too well lol #also not tagging this post at all like it just seems so petty

[brandnewhuman]

AHAHA You have brought any sinful requests upon yourself👹👹👹👹

But first some fluff…

If you’re feeling up to it could you possibly do a fun day at the beach with the sashes (Bo/Brahms/any others) 

Like maybe you drag them into the water and have a barbecue on the beach and just go up to silly little antics 

BITCHES AT THE BEACH

☆STARRING☆

Bo Sinclair ☆ Underappreciated  soft sweaty boy who just needed a vacation and some good therapy but instead he got his head busted

Michael Audrey Myers ☆ mean himbo who eats dogs cause the medical system has failed him

Brahms Heelshire ☆ the wall rat who is afraid of rats and needs to be sued for being too horny and too stinky

Content:

Tw; Michael, mature language

A/N: i think this has been my first fluff request in a while. You sinful whores had been bringing your foul horny behaviour all over my blog 👹. But thank you for the request. Now let's go down to business

BO SINCLAIR:

He's going to be a pain the ass at the beginning 

It's not like he doesn't want to take a break but he feels like if he does then all will go to shit at home

When you finally managed to convince him to go he's actually so excited 

He hasn't done something so fun in years so it's actually a nice change 

WE ALL KNOW BRIAN VAN HOLT IS A SURFER KIND OF HIMBO SO

just- just imagine this

You're minding your own business reading a book while laying on the beach towel

You lift your eyes up to see if Bo is coming back from swimming 

And oh lord if he is

You see this fine art piece of a man running his hands through his black wet hair as the sun kisses his perfect dripping body while he gets out of the water

MY MOUTH? OPEN AND WATERING. MY HEART? DEAD. MY BRAIN? MALFUNCTIONING. 

I just can't help to think Bo would give in doing this type of things when he gets older 

Like he has grey streaks in his hair and he has that dilf charm that everyone would like to have at his fine age

Part of me it's just horny for daddy era Bo but I have a reasoning about this

He would be more comfortable with a normal life because of years of receiving your love and care

Having you in his life has changed everything so much 

He doesn't have that need to please his mother anymore cause with you he has learned he doesn't need to earn love and he deserves to choose something better for himself if he wants too 

His scars are still a touchy subject but he's getting better at that too!

And that's all because of you too. He secretly loves so much when you place kisses on them 

But back at the beach

I think Bo would be that person who's always putting sunscreen on you just to have an excuse to touch you and be close now that he feels comfortable with more tender touches ecc

He listens to you reading while laying on his back next to you and occasionally he brushes back a strand of hair out of your face. 

He loves ice cream so be sure to bring some cause otherwise you will have a very disappointed Bo 

Hates, HATES the feeling of sand sticking to his skin 

He actually might have a mental breakdance if he gets overwhelmed by it

But loves to let the sun give him a nice skin cancer

He just feels so happy under all that warmth, it almost ALMOST feels like one of your hugs or how it was to play hide and seek with vinny and Lester in woods 

He wants to listen to music so either you bring some headphones to listen music together or you bring a radio or speaker 

And since he has good music taste you don't have to worry, he's got you Babe

I think he would actually love to take pictures but like Polaroids cause he likes them better. They fit perfectly in his pocket 

If you stay there till late he would make sure to give you his shirt so you don't catch a cold

ROASTING MARSHMALLOWS ROASTING MARSHMALLOWS

he is bringing photos to vinny so if he wants he can take inspiration from them to draw something

He might try to remember at which hours there are less to no people so he can bring vinny one day 

He is taking jonesy too tho, cause she's his baby and one day without her is too much 

You might want to bring a stick cause the amount of fuckers who will try to flirt with Bo is insane 

AND THIS BITCH DOESN'T EVEN REALISE HE'S FLIRTING BACK CAUSE HE'S SO RELAXED HE DOESN'T PUT UP HIS USUAL ACT

HE'S JUST BEING HIS NATURAL NICE FLIRTY SELF AND YOU BOTH HATE IT AND LOVE IT

fear do not cause he loves on you y/n, as soon as he puts his eyes on you it's like he's watching the most perfect thing on earth

He might be a little bit Grumpy with annoying kids throwing balls ecc but then you catch him smiling to himself as he watch them

They remind him of him and his brothers but at the same times there's a hint of longing knowing he never got the chance to have a childhood like that 

Overall vert wholesome experience 

MICHAEL MYERS:

I feel like Michael is more of a twilight style type of beach 

Hot weather is always a torture for Michael. Between the mask and his medical problems (YES HE DOES HAVE THEM. HE HAS ANAEMIA AND LOW BLOOD PRESSURE)

he actually enjoys relaxing and slow walks by the shore with you 

Maybe it's the whole mix of the beach having those gloomy vibes, the nice and calm sound of the waves crushing gently, knowing you are perfectly comfortable with the silence while walking next to him but it's one of the best days he has ever had 

He even shares a few sweets with you 

Now depending on what version you want this can go different ways 

Rz michael is more likely to take off his mask, hold your hand while sitting on the sand and listening to whatever you're telling him

He loves to spend time "talking" with you. It makes him feels more close to you, like he's an important part of your life

He would love to listen to music with your headphones while watching the ocean and just enjoy each others presence 

Please buy him a hoodie or something otherwise he will catch a cold 

If it's og Michael he's going to be such a pain the ass always huffing because he doesn't want to come with you

When he sees you actually leave even if he doesn't come he decides to follow you 

He won't never admit it but he actually likes being there with you

He likes to observe you as you do your own things knowing that Michael is most likely to decline any invitation to participate 

He finds every thing you do so fascinating 

Watching you makes everything go away and these rare days of calmness and quiet are his favourites 

You give him so much peace of mind just by being there 

He hates and love this so that's why he always looks so grumpy 

It might be stupid but he enjoys the scent of the ocean so maybe the brings up his mask only a little bit to feel it better 

If it's peepaw myers my man is old and honestly all the fun he needs is at other people's home 

Would do it just for you but it's hating every single minute of it

That until he actually sees how peaceful and quiet the beach you chose is

He can even take his mask without worrying 

He looks and acts like a grandpa 

Overall I think you should just try to bring him to a quiet beach in a more chill weather otherwise you would never convince him

The big part on he doesn't like it it's because he has never experience this things and sometimes he gets overwhelmed by how many things he has never done or seen 

This moments makes him more aware of his own fucked up life but he's willing to try for you

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

How the fuck do you even get this man to get out of the house 

Mysteries of the universe i guess but what I would never get over its one of you fuckers trying to tell me this man would enjoy any of this beach stuff

He doesn't even has a middle ground like Michael with this stuff

He is upset and it's going to be everyone's problem 

"Y/N why do we have to leave the house? Can't you just look at the pictures on your phone and get over it?" "Too much sun can give you cancer pretty y/n!! I'm just trying to protect you!!" "Y/N PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU STOP THIS MADNESS" 

you're basically dragging him out the fucking house

Biggest tantrum in history 

You actually get worry cause mid way he's starting to have a mental breakdance 

To be fair, he has good reasons 

One being his insecurities and other the fact that he has never done anything like this before

He's never going to take his clothes off so don't even try it

You'll probably have to find a spot where no one can see him 

Preferably one that's not too exposed to the sun if you don't him to die from a heatstroke 

Again, if you manage to find a twilight kind of beach it would be better

He's going to be under the beach umbrella all the time reading and making draws of you while you swim 

He loves how happy you look so in the end all the suffering his taking it's worthy 

And maybe the ice cream makes it worthy too

Bro is having the worst day of his life but as soon as he sees you all happy showing him the shells you have found he's going to feel all fuzzy and warm inside 

Maybe it's the mask+sweatshirt combo he's wearing tho but still 

He spends most of the time just relaxing and if you're lucky you could get him to at least get off the sweatshirt 

He's so self-conscious but since he's only with you then he can at least put some effort 

He has to admit he's feeling, for once, normal

Like he feels like you're just a normal couple having a funny date together 

Okay okay MAYBE JUST MAYBE it's not that bad

He doesn't exactly like swimming but all the other stuff it's fine

He even asks when could you both go again

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This is my official epilogue for Child’s Play 2, because who doesn’t love angst and sibling/found family feels? I haven’t written Kyle in a while, and kid Andy is always fun. Strap yourselves in, folks…

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It had been exactly five weeks since Charles Lee Ray (otherwise known as Chucky) had blown up. A lot can change in five weeks, or at least that’s what Kyle had thought. But sadly, even after five weeks free from the cursed doll, Andy Barclay still woke up screaming every night. 

Tonight was no different, and by this point Kyle didn’t even go to sleep at night, she merely read a book and waited half an hour for the inevitable nightmares that plagued the boy to wake him up. So when it happened this time, she was able to immediately spring into action. It didn’t take a lot to calm Andy down, initially at least. A hug, a few strokes of the hair, that was all Kyle needed to do to stop Andy from screaming. But his psyche took a lot longer to piece back together.

This nightmare must have been especially bad, because he was screaming for his mother again. That hadn’t happened for almost a week now, because Kyle had managed to arrange a visit between mother and son that had greatly calmed the boy’s nightmares. Now she could make note of the fact that a visit with Karen Barclay would cheer Andy up for approximately six days. 

Despite Kyle’s best efforts, Andy’s tiny body was still heaving with sobs despite his screams trailing off into quiet whimpers. Kyle had nightmares about Chucky too, but she couldn’t let Andy know because he already blamed himself and that would make everything worse. So instead, she hauled the boy onto her lap and dried his tears with her right thumb before gently taking hod of his chin and making him look up at her. When she had his undivided attention, she spoke.

“Hey, Andy, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay.”

Andy shook his head, sniffling. Seeing that he was unconvinced, Kyle tried again.

“He’s gone, we watched him blow up, remember? He can’t hurt us anymore, especially not you because I wouldn’t let him. You know that, right?”

Andy began to shake his head, before he reconsidered Kyle’s words and slowly began to nod, with the ghost of a hopeful smile beginning to form on his face. But there was still traces of doubt present in his voice when he whispered:

“He’ll come back. He always comes back…”

Kyle sighed, now realising that it would be difficult to reassure Andy. So instead, she tried to make him laugh by saying:

“Andy, you do realise that Chucky is possessed by the spirit of a big strong scary serial killer? And that you’re an elementary schooler? And - most importantly, that I flunked gym class? If we can fight him off without any special training now, just imagine how strong and smart we’ll be if he tries again in a few years. Because now we’re more prepared and we have experience, we can send him crying to his mommy and daddy in no time flat!”

Instead of eliciting a giggle or even a smile, Kyle’s last sentence caused tears to well up in Andy’s eyes. The teenager immediately realised her mistake and rushed to comfort the younger boy.

“Andy, you know I didn’t mean it like that. Your mom told you herself that she’s fine and that she’s really proud of you, remember? And your dad is undoubtedly proud of his brave boy who stood up to a scary adult all on his own before I even met you. Your mom is safe, no monsters can get her. In the meantime, I’m in charge of keeping you safe, and if I put my mind to something I won’t back down until I’ve accomplished my goal, so rest assured kiddo, you’re in safe hands here.”

Andy’s sobs had completely stopped by now, and he was much calmer than he was upon first waking up. In a much more neutral tone, he asked:

“So what are we gonna do now?”

Andy had asked a very similar question just five weeks earlier, but this time, Kyle actually had an answer.

“I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do. We’re both gonna go to sleep, and tomorrow we’ll have a look through those textbooks I found, yeah? I’ll try and find us both places at schools, or even just a place for you. If that doesn’t work, I’ll do my best to tutor you to the point that you can attend college. Once you graduate college and then university with a degree, you’ll go on to have an amazing life where you put Chucky far behind you. If you’re lucky, I’ll let you visit me in my mansion that’ll have three different pools and a hot tub. How does that all sound?”

Andy was grinning by now (Kyle had discovered that the boy loved swimming, so that last sentence was bound to work) and all traces of fear had vanished, replaced by eager nodding. A few minutes later, Andy was settling down to sleep again, firing a dozen questions about mansions at an extremely amused Kyle. 

Before Andy closed his eyes, he said one last thing. 

“Kyle?”

Kyle playfully groaned and rolled her eyes, preparing for another question like ‘can we get crocodiles in your mansion?’ and responded:

“Yeah, squirt?”

But she was taken aback when Andy shyly whispered:

“I love you.”

Blinking back tears of her own, Kyle took a moment to process these words before she shakily responded:

“I… love you too… little brother.”

Because that just felt right.

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ok, ok, I'm back. I don't find that mbti type relevant enough and I despise tags, maybe because I have multiple personalities 🤣 instead, I will give you a quick description. Oh, and I choose Haikyuu as the fandom.

Adult girl, short, brunette, skinny with a big ass👀 I am very understanding and kind until someone really steps on my nerves. I have quite enough patience, however I multitask a lot and freak out when some things don't go according to plan.

I'm bi, if it matters, dom with women but totally sub with men (tbh, just my bf, but you get the point).

As of interests, I am a writer (started off with porn, but now I write mostly angst). I am also a photographer. I like to read, swim, watch series and well.. write. I do that way too much, never enough.

I like all animals besides birds 🙃 but my favourites are dogs and horses. I tolerate spicy food, but don't expect me not to cry while eating it. Oh, and speaking of crying, I cry SO EASILY when something touches me (be it a positive or a negative thing.)

If there's anything you need to ask, go ahead and dm me 😌

Fandom: Haikyuu

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Nsfw content cuz you're VIP

Word Count: 0.K

A/n: tysm bestie :D Here you go

I match you with...

Hajime Iwaizumi!

Ok tbh I always imagine Iwaizumi every time you talk about your boyfriend lol idkw

Oof I see a relationship between two understanding people. Iwaizumi has a HIGH common sense, and he has a high tolerance too, despite what people think of him.

:readmore:

He's not one to freak out (thankfully lol) so he would be there to calm you down by talking to you or helping you with your tasks. In the end you feel relieved cause the results are far better than expected, due to the help of your supportive boyfriend.

Lmao you a sub with men? That's nice cause I definitely see him as a top and let me tell you, he's a pro in bed🚶🏻‍♀️takes care of you like no one has ever had, and might be a little mean but it's just a teeny tiny bit and ngl it turns you on but you didn't hear this from me lol🚶🏻‍♀️

YEAH so overalls, a really fine man in bed :D I see him as the type of guy who would want to make his s/o faint from pleasure. He loves the expression you make when he drives you crazy with his cock so I contact is a must for him, which is why I think missionary is his fav position cause he gets to hit that sweet spot inside you and watch you roll your eyes back as you moan his name.

Did I mention that he's supportive? Like, A LOT. Would encourage you to do anything you want to as long as it's not harmful lmao. If it's kinda dangerous and you still insist on doing it then he's coming along, you cannot stop him.

MAN HAS THE MANLIEST VOICE EVER. Imagine him reading one of your favorite books before going to bed. He would have your head on his chest, holding the book with one hand and caressing your cheeks with the other one. If you're in for it then his hand might go to other places too🚶🏻‍♀️But it's rare cuz he just loves how you stick it to him and he gets to watch you drift to dreamland. He will slowly plant a kiss on your forehead, adoring how pretty you look when you're asleep.

He would always how his arm on your waist when you're out in public cuz mf is POSESSIVE as hell but is really good at hiding it. If anyone dares to flirt with you, he will give them a death stare and also a peace of his mind if they don't stop.

Treats his s/o like a princess. Anyone will forget about their problems once theyre out with him, and you are no exception. Would hold you and comfort you when your crying and will remain quiet, if you need him to be.

So yeah he's a gentle man, so you better not lose him🚶🏻‍♀️

Tysm for participating biscuit, and I hope you like this! :D

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