#i'm sick and I just miss the cuddles and comfort of another person

[katandsquad]

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#my ex and i broke up 4 1/2 months ago #we tried to stay friends #he even started working at the same company as ne #just a different store #on the 4th we went no contact #i'm having a hard time dealing with it rn #we still care for each other but he is too unstable at the moment #he has been lying to me a lot #just so he could avoid trouble #he is in a rapid cycle rn and has almost no control over the stuff he is doing #he told me that he is not recognizing himself rn #as angry and hurt as i am/was #i'm very lonely lately #it makes me angry #i've been fine for 4 months now #now i'm becoming lonely #i'm sick and I just miss the cuddles and comfort of another person #i feel so stupid #just needed to get this out

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Dorm Heads - Reader Collects Stuff

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I'm still sick unfortunately, but thankfully my migraine is gone so I decided that I should still write the asks that have been sent in. Fun fact: I have a collection of old keys as well as a collection of quarters and Midori (A×K) and Sanemi (KNY) themed items.

                                                                                                   

👑 I don't see Riddle as the collecting type, so he probably doesn't get the point of having a collection in the first place. He'd just see it as useless clutter or even a bunch of random trash that you keep in your room. It doesn't matter what you collect, he just doesn't get it.

👑 Now, while Mr. Rosehearts thinks your hoarding trash like some sort of giant bipedal raccoon, he won't stop you but won't encourage you either. He loves you so he'll let you explore your own interests at your own pace... even if he thinks it's weird. If collecting various items makes you happy, Riddle won't stop you, he loves seeing you smile.

👑 Let's say, in Riddle's part, that you collect standard playing cards of various themes. Ex. Solitaire cards with varying seasonal and holiday designs. Riddle would most likely ask you why you need so many different packages of cards and would likely try to convince you to use them once and a while since playing cards are to be played with. But if you say no he would drop it.

👑 If you gift him something from your collection, he wouldn't get it, but would accept it anyway because it's a gift from you. Riddle would probably put it on a shelf in his room or pin it to his wall, whatever it is. He'll grab it down and just examine it when he misses you.

"My Rose... What's all this for? ... A collection? B‐but these are— ah... nevermind, what a... uhm lovely collection you have here..."

"Oh! This one is for me? Ah... well, thank you, My Rose."

🦁 Leona is another person who I don't see as the collecting type, but if he did have a collection I think it would be a collection of different types of pillows. He keeps his collection on his bed and the surrounding floor because there's so many. So, Leona definitely doesn't mind nor care really if you have a collection of items.

🦁 That's not to say that our lion boy doesn't get annoyed when your attention is focused on your collection rather than him. Even if you and Leona were just cuddling and you turn to your collection, you've successfully pissed him off. Good luck getting him to let you go the next time you lay down for a nap with him. He won't. You're stuck now.

🦁 For Mr. Kingscholar's part, let's say you collect little wooden carvings. Ex. Animals, plants, monuments, etc. Leona found out about your collection before you told him actually. He was getting comfortable on your bed, ready to lay down for another nap, when he felt something hard poking him in the side. And lo and behold, it was little carved wooden lion no bigger than a chess piece.

🦁 Leona will take whatever you give him not without complaint though, but if you try and take it back he won't give it to you. He most likely makes Ruggie turn whatever you give him into a necklace or a keychain say that he can carry it with him at all times. On days when he can't see you, Leona will stare at the item you gave him and trace it's edges and crevices with a smile on his face.

"Hah? What's all this crap doin' on your bed? Move it off. I wanna lay down. C'mere Herbivore, I need somethin' soft to lay on."

"Huh? What's this for? Ah... sure whatever, I'll keep so you'll let me sleep already."

🐙 Azul is an avid collector himself. He most notably collected contracts before his overblot, but he also likes to collect little fossils that he finds on beaches and embankments. Azul is certainly interested in the fact that you have a collection and would love to share his collection with you.

🐙 I'll say it point blank, Azul has 100% definitely tried to suggest selling numerous items in your collection. But he tones it down when you assure him that they're not for sale. He'll bring it up in passing every once in a while though, he's still not giving up. Azul will stop if you tell him to, though.

🐙 For octopus wifey you'll be collecting rocks of all kinds. Ex. Smooth and shiny pebbles to small chunks of gem stones. Azul will also contribute to your collection by gifting you various types of pearls of small pieces of dead coral. He even got you a special box to keep your collection in, isn't he so sweet?

🐙 When you give Azul something from your collection he'll shyly accept it and mutter a cute and quiet little thank you. He'll put it on his desk in his private office in the Monstrou Lounge; he makes sure to slip it into a drawer whenever Floyd comes in though. Whenever Azul is very busy at the lounge and can't see you, he'll glance at it every so often between signing papers.

"This is quite the collection you've got here, Angel Fish. You know... a few of your little collectibles could go for a hefty sum... No pressure, of course."

"Hm? For me? I... w‐well thank you, Angel Fish."

🪞 Oh, Vil collects things as well. Jewelry is the item of choice in his case; from antique brooches to new age hair pins. He doesn't mind that you collect things, but he will be a bit snooty about which items are deemed worthy of being collected. Vil will absolutely eye your collection with disdain if it's something he doesn't like, but he won't say anything.

🪞 Vil finds collecting to be a respectable hobby that any fair gentleman should have, so he certainly supports you. He actually discovered your hobby when he barged in came to your dorm to see you and saw your collection littering the vanity he ordered for you. This kind of annoyed Vil, but he let it go when he saw how happy you were .

🪞 In Mr. Shoenhardt's case, I believe a collection of feathers fits the best. Ex. Pheasant feathers, eagle feathers, peacock feathers, etc. Vil doesn't mind your collection but he does think it's a bit unsanitary that you'd pick something up off the ground and keep it, especially something like a feather.

🪞 Vil will accept gifts from you all the time, but sometimes he accepts them and just puts out of sight if he doesn't like it. If you give him an item from your collection, he'll likely pin it to the side of his full length/vanity mirror or sit it on the desk of his vanity. Whenever he's too busy with his acting and modeling career to see you, Vil will take a few glances at it while he's putting on his makeup.

"Ah... Sweet Potato... What's all this garbage doing cluttering up your vanity? Collection? Wouldn't you rather... oh, I don't know... collect more appealing items per chance."

"Where in the world did you get this? Oh? You're gifting this to me? Well... I suppose I must accept it then..."

🪲 Kalim has a collection too! He collects anything that catches his interest at the time, so his collection is compiled of all sorts of different things. He is overwhelmingly supportive of you and your collection. Kalim would love to share his collection with you!

🪲 Please! Please, please, please show Kalim your collection, he'll show you his as well, it'll be a nice little bonding experience between the two of you. He'll often give you all sorts of random things he comes across and ask if you'd add it to your collection or make a whole new collection based around it.

🪲 For our adorable sunshine boy, we'll make your collection one of coins. Ex. Coins from different countries, coins that are no longer produced, pressed coins, etc. Kalim finds them all so interesting and always asks about the history surrounding them. He's definitely given you coins from the scorching sands so you can add them to your collection.

🪲 If you give Kalim something from your collection, he's absolutely ecstatic! He probably keeps whatever item you decide to give him in his pocket at all time. When he can't see you, Kalim will reach into his pocket and run his fingers along the item to feel it's texture.

"Woah! These are so cool! Where did you find all this stuff? Do you want to see my collection of cool stuff too? It's in my room! C'mon let's go!"

"Eh? OH! For me! You're so sweet! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I'll give you something too, wait here!"

🎮 Idia obviously has a large collection of his own. He collects anime and video game figures; he even has an entire room in the Ignihyde dorm dedicated to it. Idia's glad you collect things as well, it makes him feel like less of an outcast.

🎮 Do you want to see his collection too? Idia is very enthusiastic about sharing his collection with you, which is a lot for him to trust you with, so please say you like it or he might cry. He most likely won't try and contribute anything to your collection or really compliment it all that much, he's far too shy.

🎮 In Idia's case I think collecting ornate keys would fit perfectly. Sometimes, when he comes to your room, he'll be distracted by all the different keys that you had and shyly asked you where you found all of them. Idia won't ask all that often, but he tries to do it more since he likes the way you smile when you talk about your interests.

🎮 Idia gets so jittery when you gift him things, he thinks he's undeserving so he always ends up with teary eyes. He'll probably keep whatever item you give him in the top drawer of his dresser. Sometimes, when he's too shy to leave his room, Idia will dig through his drawer and clutch it in his hand, running his thumb over it.

"You collect stuff as well? Is it figurines? Do you... d‐do you wanna see my figurine collection? A‐and maybe I can look at your collection as well... i‐if you want to."

"Your giving this to me? T‐that's— A‐are you sure? I... t‐thank you..."

🐉 Malleus isn't one to collect things, but he's certainly up to observe them. He needs nothings more than the gargoyles perched atop Night Raven College. He doesn't mind letting you indulge in your silly little human pass time.

🐉 Humans are so strange, Malleus doesn't think he'll ever understand them, but Lilia has a collection of human games so he supposes he can't complain. Do show him your collection, he would absolutely love to learn about his dear Child of Man's interests. Out of everything involving your collection, your smile has to be Malleus's favorite part.

🐉 In Mr. Draconia's case, I think a collection of dried & pressed plants would suit you best. While he definitely doesn't get why you would go out of the way to press and dry plants when they're right outside, he kind of likes it. Often, Malleus will have plants from the valley of thorns brought to him so he can gift it to you.

🐉 A gift? For him? Malleus would be absolutely delighted if you gave him a gift let alone one of you silly little human trinkets. He'd keep what ever item you ended up giving him in an ornate glass case and would never move it from there. When he can't see you, Malleus will gently open the glass case and observe the item for a while.

"Ah... such interesting items that you've procured here, dear Child of Man. I wonder... would you like to observe my favorite gargoyles with me tonight."

"Oh? For me? My, my~ aren't you thoughtful, Child of Man. Perhaps I should return the favor..."

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[satrs]

𝙐𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨.

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; you two just divorced but he can't find peace with the fact of letting you go.

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Michael Kaiser x fem!reader

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ᴛᴀɢꜱ; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI! angst. fluff. hurt to comfort. oral (fem! revieving)

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ having an intense kaiser brainrot rn. I'm tired so sorryyy if it seems rushed aaaa

It was all over.

With a simple and quick swing of his hand, he was the one to complete the divorce papers, feeling bitter at the feeling.

He noticed your demeanor relaxing at that, clearly irritated by your action. Why do you seem so relieved? Did you really anticipate this moment that much? Was he really the person you painted him to be?

He knew that he made mistakes, grave ones even. But there is nothing that couldn’t have been prevented by a serious talk between the both of you.

But you were just so over his antics, leaving you alone for nights on end, not answering your calls, and making you worry about him- just overall not giving you the attention and love he once did at the beginning of your marriage.

Of course, you knew that he had a lot to do as a professional soccer player, but not being able to spend the little free time he had with his wife? That’s just ridiculous.

And to be honest, looking back at it, he didn’t really recognize your pleas and worries- until it was too late.

„Y/N don’t you think we can still talk about this? I know I was an asshole but we can still work things out.“ You scoffed at his pleas, taking ahold of the signed divorce documents before turning on your heels to walk out of the room, not sparing him another glance.

„You wanna talk things out now? After I tried so many times? We're done, Kaiser. That’s where your stubborn head is bringing you.“ He gritted his teeth at the sound of his last name, not daring to say another word, watching you walk out of his sight as he felt his heart sink.

He lost you. The one and only person he loved and cared for. His lovely wife. Why did he let things come so far? Why did he not listen to you and talked about your troubles? Why. Why. Why. The only word filling his mind.

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Every day after the incident when he stepped into your once-shared home, a wave of coldness wrapped around him as he felt how lonely it was without you here.

You would usually greet him with tons of kisses, a bright smile on your face regardless of his sour expression, trying to cheer him up with food, a movie marathon, cuddles, or sometimes, mind-numbing head.

He plopped down onto the couch, sadness washing over him as he let out a shallow breath. Oh, how he missed cuddling with you, kissing you, touching you.

He just now realized the consequences of his reckless actions. He realized that you had slipped through his fingers. His head fell into his hands, fingers brushing through his hair in frustration.

He can’t believe it. And he doesn’t want to. Don’t you know that he needs you? Loves you? You knew how hard he would be before entering the relationship, knowing his nature. So why would you give up on him- on the both of you so fast?

Did you find someone new while he was gone and overseas? Was that the reason for your quick decision? He felt sick in the stomach at the thought of someone other than him by your side. He couldn’t stand the thought, face growing bitter.

His head soon came up into view, low eyes gazing around the empty room. He couldn’t let you go, not in the wildest of his dreams could he imagine you away from him. So he knew what he had to do.

His body moved on its own, strolling into the bathroom to take a quick shower, cooling off from his steaming thoughts.

He will get you back at any cost. He will prove to you that he is still the same Michael you became fond of, the one you dedicated your life to by the vow around your finger.

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The doorbell rang and he swiftly moved to open it. But as he saw who was standing at the doorstep, he felt his heart sink into his pants. "H-hey. How're you doing?" Your eyes halted right at the towel wrapped around his hip, torso bare for your eyes to see, blue rose tattoo still how you had in your memory, the inc decorating his toned figure. Then your gaze lifted to his face, hair damp and still wet from the shower, some waterdrops gliding down his neck, his wedding ring still attached to his finger.

You got back to yourself, pushing past him and ignoring his caring questioning. You just wanted to get the rest of your clothes, that's it. No need for small talk or anything else. He is no longer your husband, so you shouldn't feel obliged to answer him, or do anything for him.

But as you made your way through the place you once called home, you noticed how messy the place was. Of course, it would be, since he was barely at home, who would clean up the mess? You found yourself mouth open, close to questioning Michael about - this. And about his well-being. Even if you didn't want to admit it to yourself, deep down you really missed him those past weeks.

You missed his presence, and the feeling of his lips on yours whenever he came home, or the way his hands caressed your hips, asking you what was on the menu today. And you also missed those special intimate moments with him, when the both of you were so vulnerable for one another, moans and groans filling the bedroom as you gave each other your whole.

"Please Y/N, let's talk. It's been a few weeks and I really miss you." Careful steps approached your figure as you stood in front of your closet, picking out what you came for. "I just came to get my clothes. Like I said last time, there is nothing to talk about."

You purposely kept your back turned to him because you knew- you knew the moment you would turn around and look into those eyes of his, you would give in.

"Baby please," he began, hand softly placed on your shoulder, causing your movements to halt. "I miss you." His hand traveled down your arm, goosebumps appearing on your skin as you felt his hands intertwining with yours.

You promptly turned around, shoving his hand off of yours, heart filling with guilt at your action. "Don't you baby me." But you had to. It was over and the both of you had to move on.

Your furious eyes soon turned soft at your thoughts, eyes sparkling guilt inside them as you felt your eye sting, tears threatening to escape. He noticed, his hand flying up to your face to hold it, thumb stroking your cheek and making a mental note as you leaned into his touch. As he saw your hand ball into fists he noticed that you to still had your wedding ring on.

He pulled you towards his chest, your tears now flowing down with no way of stopping, taking out all your frustration and anger that you build up over the past years on him. "You're an asshole. Never once did you want to talk but now? Now after everything is done?"

He cooed at you, trying to stop your tears. He hated seeing you cry and he hated it even more that he was the reason for it. "I know. I'm sorry. Please just give me one more chance. I will prove it to you."

Your teary eyes stared up at him, sniffling as you inspected his face for any reaction. As you noticed the painful and guilty look on his face you made your decision. Your arms flew around his neck, lips attacking his, surprised gasp leaving his mouth before he leaned into the feeling.

God you missed this so much. Him, his lips, everything that was about him and him only- Michael. You softly moaned into his mouth as you leaned into the feeling you've missed for so long, one leg wrapped around his hip as the towel slightly loosened around it.

He himself couldn't think straight anymore, groans escaping his lips as he felt your lower region press up against his. He swiftly took ahold of your rear, lifting you up and moving to your once shared bed, intending on proving himself to you. He had to show you how sorry he was and how much he really loved you, all the pain and sorrow he had caused for you shall disappear.

He carefully lays you down, as if you were made out of glass, towel around his hips now long forgotten as he hovered above you, lips back on yours again. His hands traveled over every part of your body, not leaving one single spot unnoticed.

"Stop teasing", you whined in frustration, earning a low chuckle from the man above you. "I'm sorry baby. Just missed you so much." His fingers made quick work to your pants, finding their way into your panties, a soft sigh passed your lips.

Michael's lips attacked your neck, hot and wet tongue attacking your skin as his hand worked wonders in your panties. "So beautiful." His other hand sneaked under your shirt and bra, softly fondling your breasts. "My beautiful wife." You subconsciously moved into his touch, moans escaping your lips at his words.

His mouth moved down your neck, littering wet kisses onto your stomach, stopping with his face right over your clothed heat. "Love you. So much. Never letting you go." He growled at the sight of the wet patch visible on your panties, impatiently tearing the small cloth from your body, taking in the sight of your glistening heat.

You let out a cry of pleasure and tangled your fingers into his hair as you felt his mouth on your pussy lips, tongue drawing what seemed to be hearts on your puffy clit. The odd but familiar feeling caused a shiver to run down your spine, toes curling in euphoria.

The grip on his hair tightened as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to the edge. There was no way to deny it- you really did miss your husband. And the wonders his tongue worked inside of you too.

"J-just like that Micha' fuck." Your mind was clouded in pleasure, unable to keep a straight mind. The man moaned, no- whimpered into your heat at the sound of the nickname rolling off your tongue. He was determined to fill your whole body with pleasure, ignoring his throbbing cock as he moved his hand under your shirt to get ahold of your soft tits. "Give it to me. All of it." His growl against your folds threw you over the edge, loud moan erupting from your throat as your thighs clenched tightly around his head, nearly suffocating him.

You were panting as you came down from your anticipated high, meanwhile, Kaiser crawled back up, close to your face now as he caught his breath. "Please baby," he began, hand creeping up to hold your face, eyes full of love and devotion as he looked at you. "let's try again. I'll make up for every second we lost."

You hesitated, shying away from his touch as your lips formed a thin line. "You won't regret it Y/N. I swear to you from the bottom of my heart that we'll go back to how it used to be. Don't you want that too, baby? Like the good old days?"

Your eyes met his, gaze wandering between his features, admiring his beauty. Of course, you wanted to. You really did. Another try wouldn't hurt, right? Maybe you did overdo it with the divorce. All in all, the both of you had your wrongs to correct, no one was in innocent.

Looking back to it, both of you did overcome so many burdens and struggles. So who would say you couldn't manage this?

You let out a sigh as you came to your conclusion. "Okay." Your simple word caused the man's eyes above you to light up, he quickly embraced you in a tight hug as he lifted you up and spun the both of you around, peppering you with lots of kisses as you giggled at his action. He then threw the both of you onto the bed, laying next to you as he drew shapes onto your hip, a lovestruck expression painting his face. "Stay?"

His question caused you to look at him, soft smile on your lips. You nodded, getting up on your elbows as the man raised an eyebrow at you when you straddled his lap, flashing him a sly smirk. "Nonono, I'm fine you don't need to-" Your lips against his cut his words off, sigh escaping his lips. Your still needy cunt was seated right on top of his hard length, your movements causing him to lowly moan as he held your hips in an attempt to stop you.

"You don't seriously think I'll leave you like that Micha'?" Your question was rather rhetorical. "Let me go next with making it up to you, 'kay?"

And how could he refuse his loving wife when she sat ontop of him so cutely, hips needily grinding onto him?

"I'm all yours."

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

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[1-danid]

Dating Teen Vi

Dating Arc 1 Vi would include..

Vander loving you as another kid. You may have your own patents but he still sees you as one of his children. Meaning he gives Vi the talk instead of you because he feels she'll need it more.

Teen Vi is 100% shy when it comes to PDA. She will hold your hand in public but that's about it. On the rare occasion when she's a bit jealous she may give your check or lip a kiss but it's rare.

When it's just the two of you or 3 of you powder can see her soft side. She'd go all out and be attacking your face with kisses and love.

At this stage you guys wouldn't know your love language so expect a bit of everything at this stage as you're trying it all out for the first time.

I don't think she can cook, no one in that band can. So often you'd cook meals for the group and bake treats for her and Powder.

If you go on the "jobs" with the group, Vi would be protective of you. Yeah she knows you can kickass but she doesn't want to lose you or to get you hurt.

Also Mylo would be annoying cause she'd stop for a sec to admire your beauty and he'd be like

" I could do better than that. She's just showing off at this point."

You'd flip him off whilst flipping to another building. And when you get to wherever you are going to rob she'd let you take personal things for yourself and not to sell. Honestly she wouldn't care what you do she'd just watch you for a minute with a love sick smile on her face.

The others would 100% tease her about it. And she's blushing a bit and playing it off. They'd believe for the first few times until it becomes a daily routine.

She'd get you little gifts when you don't do jobs together and surprise you with them

If you don't go on jobs with the group you'd originally babysit Powder. Keeping her distracted and happy while the others are out risking your lives.

You weren't a fighter so you never asked to go to jobs. However you did learn how to treat basic ailments to help Vi and Claggor when they got badly hurt.

 Vi would 100% get you little gifts from the jobs she does without you surprising you with them. She'd be like;

"We were out at this one house, and I saw something. It reminded me so much of you. It was perfect and beautiful so I thought you should have it."

And then she'll give you a beautiful necklace. Or something romantic that you appreciate because of your relationship.

You'd bake her cupcakes whenever she's had a hard day and you think she needs to relax. The two of you will just cuddle as you sing a soft song to her. For example, falling for you by peachy!

Because you're always baking her  sweet stuff and 'cause she loves your cake and cups she calls you…

CUPCAKE 

I'm not sorry for that. But on the note of pet name's teen Vi will call you anything to see you flustered.

 She just loves you so much and you love her too

She’s definitely the big spoon and powder loves you more than vi (you didn’t hear that from me)

Like she see Vi as her hero but she sees how Vi looks at you and see you as Vi hero

You’re literally the coolest kid in Vander’s house

Plus you can work the bar, you have a lot of free time, so you’re able to earn a little for shifts at the bar

When Vi leaves powder behind you’d both have a big cussing 100%

Like you know how scared and confused Powder is and refuse to go and help because Powder needs support as well

Powder (bless her) would 100% influence you and beg you to bring her to the fight

One look at her puppy dog eyes, and you would cave and bring her in once she promises to stay hidden

You’d bring her and miss all the signs and when the bomb goes off, you’re their trying to protect her

Vi slaps (I refuse to write the p word) both you and her sister

Cue another heated argument you’d slap her back and cuss her out for touching you and Powder

And you’d break up.

So pissed you tell her to “fucking go to hell Violet.”

And she pretty much does, you’d try your best to comfort powder

Trying to stay strong for her, yet you’d let a few tears fall at your newly broken heart, your loss of home and your loss of your friends

You don’t notice Silco and when you do you don’t trust him fully.

But you know you and Powder need a place to stay so when he accepts Powder’s hug, you lower your guard

Moreso when you see a familiar face, passed out Sevika eases your nerves

You never do find out what happened at the warehouse, but you do know you lost everyone except Powder

You wonder if you’d ever see Vi again as you take on the older sister responsibilities for Powder’s sake

A/N

I hope you enjoyed this. I feel its better than the version i posted last time. To old moots this is not a goodbye. THIS IS A REVAMP!!

TIL NEXT TIME MY LOVES

-Dani

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[confetticoloredclowns]

𓆩Bob Velseb x Reader HCs𓆪

Wooooo, first (official) post on this absolute garbage fire of an app. And of course it's Bob ✋💀 but is anyone really complaining? Because I'm sure not. Anyways this post was made really late at night, and there may be grammar and spelling mistakes because I'm running a fever rn- so I'm sorry 😭

CW+TW; Cannibalism, Murder, Knife mentions, Blood mentions, NSFW at the end ;)

🜲 Bob's a big guy, I think we all know this- but he's also really, really comfortable. And warm. He's the best cuddle buddy, hands down. The butcher man will often times pick you up from behind, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck while mumbling something like "I've missed ya, sugar" after a long day of "work".

🜲 He almost always has his hands on you, even in public! He's usually got an arm wrapped around your waist, or a hand on your shoulder. Hell, sometimes he's even HOLDING you. It's really sweet, but sometimes unexpected or overwhelming.

🜲 Bob is really big on cuddles! He's either got you in his lap, or snuggled up to his side. Sometimes the big guy falls asleep on you; rather effectively trapping you in your spot until he wakes up. It's all in good nature, of course, it just means that he loves you.

🜲 PRAISE. Both giving and receiving, Bob LOVES it! Especially from you. Speaking of which, you'll usually have a "You look stunnin' t'night, sweetpea. I could just eat you up" or a "Not even angels compare to what you've got, sweetness" whispered into your ear. Bob never fails to make you blush.

🜲 Big guy is very protective. If another person is even THINKING about trying to hurt his little darlin' consider them dead in an instant. That goes for bastards trying to flirt with you, too. You're HIS and his only.

🜲 Bob's anger can get ahold of him sometimes, and it's overwhelming. But he'd never, EVER take it out on you- you mean too much to him. Most of the time he'll just leave for a few minutes, before coming back covered in blood. Sure, red stains get everywhere but it could be worse!

🜲 His knife is the same as his anger. He'd never draw it on you (unless you reeeaallllllly asked him to). Sure, he's a cannibal and all- but the idea of knowing that he hurt you? Bob doesn't like to think or even TALK about it. The idea is often shoved down with a "Hm. Interestin'. Anyhow, did ya hear 'bout the news this mornin'?"

🜲 Bob has, and will try to get you to eat "Long Pork" as he calls it. You know damn well it's human meat, and have expressed your discomfort with consuming the substance. But Bob is persistent, always saying something like "Awh, C'mon, sweetness. Just a bite? I promise it ain't all that bad. Tastes just like Pork!" And "I'll give ya some special Lovin' if ya try iiitt~"

🜲 He also really, really likes cooking for you! Any dish you can think of, he's got the skills to do it! Which often leads to him making you all your favorite meals whenever you're sick, or feeling down. Physical contact, acts of service and personal time are his love language, after all.

🜲 Bob also really enjoys giving you tiny little trinkets! Anything that be finds on his victims that he thinks you might like, he's taking. Sure the items are always a little bloody, but that can just be washed right off!

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🜲 Bob is a horny motherfucker 24/7. He's really good at hiding it, but goddamn it doesn't take much to get this man going at all. Cuddling usually always turns into him slamming his hips up into you, biting down on your shoulder just to hear those delicious little noises you make.

🜲 He has good stamina, surprisingly. He'll have you pinned down to the bed, practically cockdrunk from how many times you've came- and he's still going, fast, too. "Just one more round, sugar. I promise I'm almost done" Bob usually lasts anywhere from 3-6 rounds, only to just collapse and nearly fall asleep right on top of you.

🜲 Aftercare with Bob is always some of the sweetest moments; him cradeling you in his arms, usually humming a little tune as he peppers kisses along your face and neck. Any bruises or marks left upon your skin always end up being kissed, Bob uttering a gentle apology under his breath.

🜲 Overall, being in a relationship with this big, lovable cannibal man is wild. But in the best ways possible <3

#bob velseb x reader #bob velseb #spooky month #spooky month bob velseb #spooky month bob #spooky month 5 #Tender treats #Bob #Spooky month x reader #x reader story #Bob velseb hcs

[aaabsinthe]

Hi!! Can I request crushing and relationship headcanons for Junkerqueen with a fem s/o? Like how would she realize she likes them? thank you! :)

Junker Queen x Female Reader Relationship Headcanons

A/N: It's been a while y'all - boy am I glad to be back. Literally right after I posted my note about all of the stuff I'm working on, I got slammed with the biggest assessment I've had in my course so far (17 documents total once I'd finally finished it) and caught scarlet fever of all thing so it's taken a good while for me to finally feel well enough and have spare time to write - but here we are!

I'm so excited to write for my favourite built queen - this gif alone is makin me feel things. I'm going to format all of these the same way from now on with SFW and NSFW headcanons from now on. Ofc there will be warning for the NSFW section :)

I hope you enjoy anon despite the wait!

-Nat

SFW Headcanons

Odessa is the kind of gal that isn't really impressed by appearances.

Sure, she has her preferences and finds certain things attractive, but that isn't what piques her interest.

For Dez, it's all about personality, especially if you're the kind of person who is merciful and gentle with others.

This doesn't mean you have to be a doormat, in fact if you stand up for yourself (physically or verbally) when you feel as if you are being treated unfairly or others are being treated unfairly, that's possibly the hottest thing you could ever do in her eyes.

It's just something about the Peter Pan types that really captivates her. Not just in stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, but in being self aware of your strengths and using them to do right by those who are not in the same position of privilege.

This is how she figures out that her little crush on you was not just a little crush anymore.

She overheard you and another agent talking about life before the crisis, and found out that you used to do volunteer work every weekend delivering essentials to the homeless in your city and how much you missed your community outreach.

That and she watched you sock a guy in the face after he attempted to grope your friend at a bar.

It's healing for her and her inner child and she finds herself looking up to you as a role model - she's aware she's no angel and has done many questionable things to survive out there in the wasteland.

However she hopes that now as a part of Overwatch, she can be better and similarly to you, that she can use her position to help others less fortunate.

Dez is fine with casual or short term relationships and has had plenty in her time, she doesn't necessarily need to know someone to be attracted to them - but when she built that emotional connection with you, that's when she knew she was in for the long run.

The best part about dating Dez is that she isn't embarrassed easily - she's very open from the beginning which means conversation flows naturally with her. The downside of this is that for the first few months of being together, getting to sleep was nearly impossible, three am deep conversations just hit different.

This also means if you ever need anything, she is more than happy to accommodate.

Sick? She keeps note of the medication you need and when you need to take it so she can make sure you take it (and bring you water in your comfort water bottle to boot). That time of the month? If somehow the stash of your preferred products are out, she knows what you use - she will get you more without you even needing to ask (she will however check if you crave anything in particular on the way out).

Expect to be doing the same for her when she gets sick - she becomes the biggest needy baby when she's not feeling well.

She's stuck in bed? Yep. So are you.

Not even by choice either, she cages you with her arms and well that's that. There's no fighting this goliath of a woman.

Loves her cuddles - all positions.

Her favourite is being the little spoon though. It's not often that she gets to feel protected and cocooned (can you really blame her).

Loves PDA - particularly keeping an arm around your waist or you attached to her arm at all times, though she's known to do a casual steamy kiss in public when she's feeling particularly jealous.

If you're not one for PDA, she respects that boundary... However she will pout at you with those big red puppy dog eyes.

Absolutely hopeless at cooking and baking though not for lack of trying. Wakes you up regularly cursing about burning her toast.

Of course it's not all sunshine and rainbows.

Speaking of waking you up, Dez has nightmares somewhat regularly.

She's always so thankful to have you there to vent to if she needs it and cuddle with until she's calm enough to fall back asleep.

NSFW CONTENT WARNING

NSFW Headcanons (18+)

Sex to Odessa is powerplay, a safe space to be strong and vulnerable all in one.

Hard dom top - that control means everything to her.

This woman loves a good scrap (duh), if you choose to be a bratty sub, she eats that shit up.

Go ahead, try and buck her off of you, she's not even using half her strength. She can hold you down much harder.

Expect to be begging for mercy.

The two of you develop a safe word very early on in your relationship, Odessa would never forgive herself if she pushed you past your limit.

Definitely has and regularly uses an appropriately sized strap (ouch).

Dez has her kinks. Sex between the two of you is rarely vanilla unless other feelings are involved. She's entuned to what you need and your emotions, she knows when you need the gentler and less complicated sex or when you honestly just need someone to hold you.

That being said, she has a reasonably high sex drive. She can manage on her own if you can't or don't feel like it, but say the words and honestly she's ready when you are.

Though she really would prefer you called her Dez, Odessa, babe - really anything other than her title outside of the bedroom, call her your queen between the sheets - she'll go berserk.

Dabbles in pain play, something of an every now and then addition to the bedroom, it's not something she needs and the both of you really have to be in the mood for the more intensive side of sex. She does however love to see you take Gracie's hilt in every hole.

Unless you'd consider overstimulation a form of pain play. There is nothing she loves more than watching you struggle and beg with tears leaking from your eyes, completely at her mercy.

Light bondage when she doesn't feel like physically restraining you herself.

Claims your face as her throne whenever the mood strikes.

Speaking of claiming, your neck, collarbone and tits are never safe from her demanding mouth.

There aren't really many kinks that Dez would feel uncomfortable with, she would try pretty much anything before she knocks it.

Definite no though - I feel like she'd laugh at ironically calling her 'mommy'/'mummy', especially if you have a different accent, but considering her complicated family past, it just hits a little too close to home to take it seriously especially during sex.

Obviously amazing at foreplay, she knows what she likes which makes it so much easier from the start (not to mention her cheekily buying vibrating piercings just to mess with you) but honestly the best part is that she's enjoying herself just as much as you.

It's all give and take with Dez, you give as much as you get.

#overwatch #overwatch headcanon #overwatch x reader #overwatch imagines #Junker Queen #Junker Queen x Reader #Junker Queen x reader smut #smut #overwatch x reader smut

[lxstfuleclipse]

hello♡

I just want more louis just like you.. so how about something gentle with him, like caring for this cutie after a hard day when he just wants to be in the arms of his beloved?

if the order is bad or not interesting, just ignore

and sorry for my english, it's not my native language, heh

hi!! your english is just fine bae, let's see what's brewin' in the pot for you!

【 summary!! luis comes home not his usual self, his sweet spouse cheers him up. 】

【 content warning!! gn!agent!reader, mentions of workplace bullying/discrimination, mentions of death, slight angst, post-canon RE4 + possible spoilers, canon divergence, kissing, cuddling. a very sad luis :( 】

He didn't know how much more of it he could take.

The staring, the whispers, the dirty looks. .

What else was he supposed to do?

After Ashley's rescue, things seemed to take a turn for the better. He was granted immunity, along with a job as a researcher for the government. He was a proper researcher now, he was going to help save lives instead of standing aside as they were being destroyed.

He wanted to change, he wanted to be a better person. He wanted to try everything to atone for the past, the pain and chaos he's helped cause.

People can change, can't they?

Everyday, he'd walk into the office to make his way down to the lab. He'd catch the stares, hearing the whispers about him made the hairs on the back of his neck stand, and those looks. . those fucking looks.

"Wait- isn't that the guy who was apart of that cult?"

"What if he took out that Saddler creep so he could be boss. .?"

"What's he doin' in that lab? Bet he's making more of those sick parasites. ."

"He's probably the reason the president's daughter almost died."

He thought they'd eventually pass, that it wouldn't matter anymore. He tried his best, he really did. He just wanted to prove them wrong, that he wasn't the cultist monster they thought he was. But, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

He helped create Las Plagas, and by the time he realized his mistake it was too late. He just hoped- no, prayed that it wasn't too late for forgiveness, to pay his retribution.

He sighed, fiddling with his house key. He never talked to you about what was going on, he never wanted you to worry about him, especially about something so trivial. So, he shook it off, took a deep breath, and put on his poker face.

"I'm home, mi corazón!"

A smile on his face, he chuckles as you leap into his arms. Your arms and legs wrapped around him tight, like you were afraid to let him go.

"Ay! Where's all this coming from, eh? I'm sure I wasn't gone that long, cariño." He smirked, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips as he gently sets you on the floor, but his arms never leaving you.

God, he missed you. After another long day, he just wanted to be in your arms, just wanted to be near you. You were his home, his sweet paradise.

"I made your favorite for dinner. Go ahead and get comfortable, I'll make you a plate, babe." You say, pressing a kiss against his cheek before making your way back to the kitchen, so excited to spend the rest of the evening with your boyfriend.

He smiles as he watches you return to the kitchen before sighing as he crashed onto the couch, his hand combing through his dark locks as he finally got a moment to just be. . in peace. He was safe within the walls of your shared apartment, with such a sweet and loving partner like you here waiting for him.

He didn't deserve you. Of all people, why him?

"Luis. . you okay, baby?"

He quickly lifts his head to face you, you looked so worried. Fuck, he didn't want that to happen. How was he supposed to play this off?

He chuckled nervously, nodding, "Yes, yes, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be? I'm here, in this wonderful city with a wonderful partner and using this brain of mine to help people. I'm doing just fine, mi vida." He said, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles after you set your plates down on the coffee table.

"Lu, honey. . I know something's wrong. You look so tired and. . over it, honestly. Are you sure that you're okay? You know that you can tell me anything, sweet baby." You assure him, caressing his cheek.

He couldn't contain it anymore. He just couldn't.

He sighed, resting his back against the couch. He finally shook his head, "It's. . been a rough few weeks, cariño. I feel like I'm barely keeping it together, if I'm being honest." He said, beginning to fiddle with his trusted lighter.

"Ever since. . you know, my co-workers look at me strange. While I'm on the way to the lab, I hear whispers and rumors, seeing those dirty looks they shoot at me. At first, I understood why. I mean, how would you react if your new co-worker used to work under a cult leader? That I stood by and let it all happen? I don't blame them. ." He sighed, flicking the lighter closed.

"I've been trying to atone for my sins, amor, I really have been. I feel. . horrible for what happened. All I wanted was to get out of that village, somehow, and I thought maybe that would be my chance. . obviously, I was wrong. I want to change, to be a better person. Ever since I was granted immunity, I've made that my mission. So far? It's going pretty damn poorly."

You could feel your heart break as you listened to him, you felt so bad. How could they? How could they just. . make those assumptions and accusations about him without actually asking for his side of events?

Luis was a brilliant man, an amazing boyfriend to you. Sure, he's done some major fuck-ups in the past, but he regrets every last thing. He just wanted to make-up for it all. He looked so sad, he never meant any harm, especially to the president and his daughter. That's why he helped when he did.

"I just. . I just want to help. I've lived a shitty life, and the moment I get a do-over. . more shit comes my way." He sighed, trying to keep his tears. They didn't deserve them, he had to be strong. But, he felt like he was reaching a breaking point.

"Lu. . whatever they say, it's not true. You and I both know that. Yes, you fucked up then, but you're making up for it now, and if they can't see that then they better not ask for your help when shit hits the fan." You said, getting a little pissed about it now. If you could, you'd kick every one of their uppity, government asses.

"You're a wonderful man, you've showed me that during that mission and you continue to show me that. If you truly were the ruthless bastard that they say you are, then you would've let Ashley die, you would've let all of us die." You say, wiping his tear away with your thumb as he looked so lovingly at you.

"Luis, I love you. You're going to help make this sick world a better place, and I'm so fucking proud of you." You say with a smile.

"I-I. . I don't deserve you, amor. Mi vida, la luz de mis ojos. What has this bastard done to deserve such love?" He whispered, finally being able to let go of his tears as he holds you close. You wrap your arms around each other in a warm embrace. He was so happy that you chose him.

"You're you, and that's all that matters, Lu." You murmur, holding him so close to you, wanting to squeeze out all those doubts and thoughts from him.

You loved him for him, and that was never going to change.

"Now, how about we enjoy dinner and some mind-numbing television? Then a nice, warm bubble bath and a movie with yours truly?" You ask, booping his nose.

He chuckled, sighing as he shook his head.

"That would be wonderful, my darling. . how can I repay such kindness and love? Would a massage suffice?" He spoke, smirking as he bounces his eyebrows, possibly hinting to something more.

You giggle, "I'm sure that'll do just fine as payment for my services."

He didn't deserve you. But, he damned sure wasn't going to fuck this up. No. . this was his second chance, and he was going to cherish every minute of it.

【 REBLOGS APPRECIATED!! 】

#x black!reader #resident evil x black!reader #resident evil x reader #luis sera #luis sera x black!reader #luis sera x reader #luis sera headcanons #re4 #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Hi! Love your fics just wondering if I could request something where Mel gets rlly overwhelmed in her lesson bc she’s tired and her class is being bad and maybe she has a breakdown at recess and goes to the readers classroom and the reader just holds and comforts her. Tysm ! ❤️

Melissa’s Breakdown

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Fem!Reader

Warning: Hurt comfort

Word count: 500

Melissa paced the hall back and forth as she wrung her hands anxiously, everything had become too loud, too bright, too much. Her class had begun throwing pencils and glusticks at one another and her teacher aide had called in sick leaving her to deal with both classes on her own.

With a deep breath, she swung the class door open narrowly missing the stapler that almost got her head "Settle down!" her voice wavered as she shouted. She hated shouting at her kids but it was the only way they'd listen, instantly they all sat back in their seats silently.

She sat at her desk rubbing a tired hand over her face "Okay" she breathed out plastering on a fake smile "We're gonna silently read until the bell rings" She nodded.

Recess couldn't have come any quicker for the redhead as she leaned her forehead against the desk "Alright class, line up" she called out walking into the hall.

You were sitting at your desk when the redhead burst into your class plopping herself on the chair beside you "Baby" she groaned "they are the devil reincarnated today". You removed your glasses as she continued "I've had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with."

You sighed pulling away from the desk as you grabbed ahold of her hand dragging her over to the class couch "Lie down" you whispered patting your lap. Quietly she removed her shoes and jacket before sitting beside you to shuffle on her side resting her head on your thick thighs.

You took the hair tie out of the woman's hair choosing to run her fingers softly through her red tresses, soon her body trembled before she began sobbing. You bent down to kiss her head "It's okay Mel, you're so brave" you whispered "You're strong" placing a kiss on her cheek this time "You're smart" a kiss to her temple.

"You're kind" She rolled over to hide her face in your stomach, her arms coming to wrap around your waist as you began rubbing her back. "I yelled at them" she sobbed "That's okay baby, they'll understand that you're just having a bad day. They won't hate you or hold it against you".

"You know I'm always here for you right?" she nodded into your her green sweater "And I love you Mel" you whispered pulling her closer to you.

After she calmed down she sat up wiping her wet face, Makeup was long gone and smeared ''you're beautiful" you smiled helping her clean up and reapply. "I'm sorry for crying, you must think I'm a baby. fifty and can't control my damn emotions" she scoffed "It's not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger."

Just as you leaned in for a kiss the bell rang, rolling your eyes at the timing Melissa chuckled waterly "Thank you hon'' she whispered quickly placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

#wlw #imagine #lisa ann walter #lisa ann walter x reader #melissa schemmenti #melissa ann schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti imagine #abbott elementary #hbo #hurt/comfort #request

[idontwant2talk]

i miss you more than anything [eddie munson x fem!reader]

hello i personally think we need more eddie angst but maybe I'm just a m<3sochist idk :)

summary: your ex gives you a ride home.

warnings: language, not proofread.

you usually found storms peaceful. when you're sheltered in the warmth of your room, listening to the rain hit your roof, and thunder through your shut windows. cuddled in your bed, warm, safe.

and now you're in the storm. sneakers pinching your toes as you're walking home, the cold rain drenching you, and the stupid sundress you wore. the way it clung to your body made you want to tear it off. that jerk couldn't even drive you back home after he picked an argument. fucking asshole.

you were so caught up in your head, replaying the argument with your boyfriend-- if you could even call him that anymore --that you don't notice the van pulling up next to you. the van that you quickly recognized.

the window rolls down, and when your teary eyes meet his, you're fast to look away. keeping your eyes ahead as you kept walking, more embarrassed than you should be. "y/n--" "im fine, eddie."

eddie usually wasn't great at math, but here, it wasn't hard for him to put one and one together. he knows you put on one of your dresses that he loves so much, but for him. he knows that you're crying, because of him.

eddie wouldn't mind turning his van around and giving your boyfriend a friendly visit. but you're his main priority right now.

he continues to drive slow, matching your pace. "you're gonna get sick-- let me drive you home, yeah?" if he's being honest, he didn't exactly care about your physical health, it was the sight of your sorrowed expression that worried him most.

he needs you to be with him. so he can comfort you. that's his job-- one that he assigned himself. he loves you. never stopped. even after you broke up with him.

"can you please get in? i'll drive you straight home," he tries again, you can nearly hear how desperate he is, "they won't even find out."

they. your parents that pressured you into splitting up with the boy. they don't want their star daughter who's on her way to college, dating a 20-year-old drug dealer who's still in high school. it wasn't a good look, it's an embarrassment to the family. and you let them get in your head.

you broke up with eddie the next week, leaving the man confused, and utterly heartbroken. but eddie tried to be understanding, he always thought you were too good for him. he got lucky with you. luck runs out.

he calls your voice again, noticing you're debating it. but the rain wasn't letting up, and you're practically freezing. with a dragged sigh, you stop walking, eddie pressing the brakes. not even looking at him, you make your way to the passenger side, eddie reaching over and opening the door before you got the chance to. you climb in, greeted by the low playing metal music through the speakers, and the warm air weakly coming from the vents.

it's been a month and 12 days since you've been this close to him. or you assume, not that you were keeping count. you missed his presence more than anything.

he notices your shivering, teeth nearly clattering. without hesitation, he takes off the leather jacket that seemed to always be attached to his body, and drapes it around your shoulders. "thank you," you tell him, a tight smile adorning his face.

he was so pretty. he made you safe, his chocolate eyes providing you comfort each time they looked into yours. you find yourself studying him like it's been years since you saw him, and god, it was dangerous.

you finally avert your gaze, leaning your head against the window, focusing on the droplets that race down the glass.

it's not until he begins to drive again that he speaks, and though he didn't want to pry, he couldn't help how concerned he was for you. never could. "wanna talk about it?"

you feel his gaze, but don't bring yourself to meet it. "not much to talk about," you mumble, "another day, another fight."

nothing new. guess that's what happens when you get into a relationship with someone you don't relate to, you hardly comunicate with, you dont…love.

and it frustrates the boy beside you. because you, you, deserve all the good shit in this damn world. and instead, you're stuck in this shitty town with your shitty boyfriend.

eddie simply nods, unsure of what to say, without sounding like a bitter ex. he swears he's not. he just wants what's best for you.

there's a comfortable silence for the rest of the ride, the two of you silently enjoying just being with one another. it wasn't just rare, it never happens, not anymore. you tried to tell yourself it was for the best, so you could get over him. and yet, so many weeks separated, the simple thought of him kept you awake.

the familiar houses you passed daily came into view, part of you disapointed that you had to leave him already. fuck. fuck. it was just a ride home from your ex. don't be weird about it.

eddie puts the van in park when he reaches your house, tapping the steering wheel with his knuckles. you sit up, fiddling with your fingers. you're both searching for the right words to say– unsure what to say. eddie hesitates, but eventually speaks up. "i…i miss you."

you meet his saddened eyes, which matched your own. "i don't know if that's like…allowed…but i do." eddie honestly didn't want to overstep any boundaries, but he wanted to tell you something that's been bothering him. because he does miss you, e v e r y t h i n g about you, and he could go on a cheesy monologue about it. he's refraining from that, however.

"eddie…" you sigh, his confession hitting you harder than it should. because you feel the same. and you shouldn't. you can't. "no i–" he pauses, a forced sad smile on his face, "i get it."

he leans back as he looks out the window, voice barely above a whisper as he repeats, "i get it."

you chew the inside of your cheek, ripping your eyes off him and to your house. you take off your seat belt and your hand hovers over the door handle, but you can't find the simplest energy to pull it.

damn it.

"eddie?" he faces you once more, noticing you were leaning…in? and he doesn't hesitate, no, he's quick to meet your lips, the cold metal of his rings touches your skin when he holds your face. you don't know what you're doing or if it's right, but it feels right.

a familiar yet unfamiliar kiss, one you've missed, one you've quite literally dreamt about. and to both of your dismay, you pull away, but your eyes don't leave each other. and the longer you stare, you realize how fucked you are.

"i–uh…i need to go," you tell him, not waiting for him to reply as you're swiftly exiting the vehicle. all the warmth fades, even when you rush inside your suburban home. it feels as though the storm had followed you, hanging over your head with each step you take. because you didn't have the only thing that brought you comfort these days.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie x reader #stranger things imagines #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie x you #eddie munson imagines

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

"What's Your Name?"

kai anderson x female reader part 2.

part 1!

content: reader is pregnant, doctors appointment, cuddling, mentions of death, just fluff.

Kai picked you up from your home about a week later, the two of you heading to the doctors appointment that was schedules for today.

The car ride was silent. It was a mix of awkward and comfortable silence. There really was nothing to say.. what were you supposed to say?

It didn't take long to get to the building, heading inside and taking the paperwork before sitting a whole chair apart from one another. A random person would have thought you were two people here for unrelated reasons with how Kai just scrolled through Facebook and you filled out paperwork.

Exchanging no words until the doctor calls your name, inviting you to the back.

As you stand up, Kai follows with a hand on your shoulder closest to his, letting go at the door.

The ultrasound was ready and you saw the screen. "There's nothing there." You say.

"That's not your uterus.." The doctor giggled softly, leading down the weird camera thing.

"There still isn't anything there." You start to believe the tests could have possibly been wrong.

"Right here." She points at a small pea sized little dot.

Confusion lingered on your face. "That's my baby?"

The doctor again giggles. "Yes ma'am." She says before the camera zoomed in to show something that was very evidently a baby.

All you could do was stare at the screen as the doctor left the room for a moment. Oh my god. This was your child you were looking at. You look at Kai, who's looking at you.

Sighing and looking away, throwing an arm over your eyes. "I'm so tired, the lights hurting my eyes."

"You sleep bad last night?" Kai asks.

"Horrible. I felt so sick and hot and uncomfortable." You groan and take your arm off your face. "I wanna take a nap after this."

"We're gonna get lunch first."

"What are we getting?" You ask, intrigued and sitting up to look at him better.

He shrugs, "Whatever you want, mama."

And there the two of you went, to go get lunch.

Afterwards, Kai brought you a different way from your house.

"You missed our exit." You yawn in tiredness.

"I know, I want you to come to my place. I'll let you sleep there; I just wanna talk to you first."

And so he brought you to his home, where he'd being you to the basement and sit you down at a table where he'd sit across from you.

Kai held up his pinkie, "Take my pinkie."

Holding up your own before chaining it to his.

"Promise to tell the brutal truth?" He asks, raising his brows and you nod. "Do you get scared easy?"

"No." Is all you reply with.

"What if I was a killer?"

"Then that'd be pretty unfortunate if you killed us." You say, referring to yourself and your baby.

Kai smiles softly. "Have you ever killed someone?"

"Almost. I was about.. maybe seven when I caused a fire on the playground. I tried for days to light a fire with two sticks, when I did I was so surprised I threw the sticks down and all the wood chips went ablaze." You giggle in the memory. "I wish that bitch caught on fire."

"So you've wanted to kill someone before.?"

"God knows I'd set the world on fire if I could." You think for a moment. "Kai?" Your eyes lock. "Are you a killer?"

He hesitates, "I'm a mastermind. I'm a leader, the leader of vengeance."

"Cool. What do you mean leader?" You ask, yawning.

"A cult." He takes his pinkie away, standing up and taking your arm. "Now you're gonna go nap."

Walking with him as he leads you to a mattress lying on the floor. "Wait I wanna know more."

He lays you down and you pout. "Tell me about your cult, Mr. Anderson." You pat the side of the bed next to you as you lay on your side, facing him. He crawls onto the bed and lays down as you snuggle into his side.

There was only one pillow, so you chose to use Kai's chest as your pillow and he'd use the other one.

Kai told you about the killing, how he's city council, which you didn't know because you hate politics.. How he had Meadow attempt to assassinate him. The masks. Basically everything I needed to know.

And to that, you fell asleep in his arms to his raspy voice talking about his plans as city council and how he's gonna take over.

#vanillaan #kai anderson x y/n #kai anderson #kai anderson x reader #ahs #ahs cult #american horror story #evan peters

[femboykyo]

You Are Human

Skk fic hurt with comfort

Add. Tags: soft, Dazai helps Chuuya, Chuuya has insecurities, found family, fluff

"Do you want to see your family, Chuuya?" He knew better than to give in, he knew better than to hear the offer, but to his inner child it was all that he wanted. Against his better judgement he said, "Yes." Now, Mori wasn't doing it all with malicious intent but he didn't want Chuuya to hang on to something that would never come back. So they went to the house and watched from a distance at the seemingly happy family. Chuuya didn't know why but it hurt to see his family... BEING a family. They were fine without him and even if they accepted him he could potentially get them in danger. It was better to be forgotten. He knew that, he truly thought that, and yet his heart still shattered. Mori gave a faint stare of empathy and patted the redhead's shoulder.

"Time to go, Chuuya."

"Yes, boss." For the rest of the day Chuuya's mind was reeling and he was quieter. It honestly worried Akutagawa but he didn't want to approach the man and potentially get him more upset. So he contacted the one person he knew could help Chuuya. Dazai. When it was dark out Chuuya was laying in his tub, he was too distracted to shower, and his bathroom door opened.

"Hey, Shortie, what are you doing?"

"Just laying here." He said softly. Dazai instantly knew something was wrong. He sat on the toilet seat and gave Chuuya a stern look.

"Chuuya, what's wrong?"

"Maybe if I was human then they would want me." Dazai was already angry. How dare anyone make Chuuya feel like he was anything but human.

"Maybe if I was human then I would still have a family. Maybe if-"

"-Chuuya!" The outburst surprised the redhead and with wide eyes he looked over to Dazai. The bandaged man took off his coat and joined Chuuya in the tub.

"Dazai! Your clothes!"

"Shut up!" Dazai grabbed Chuuya and pulled him close. Chuuya's face rested on Dazai's shoulder and there was a hand on the small of his back.

"Listen to me, there is no one more human than you, Chuuya." Chuuya started to tear up as Dazai's words vibrated in his chest and his heartbeat in Chuuya's ear.

"Family doesn't end at blood. Your family has always sucked but that doesn't mean that the family YOU made isn't with you."

"I made?" Chuuya sounded absolutely broken.

"Yes, you have made a family with all of your friends. You have me too and Atsushi. You are fine, you're the most human out of everyone." Chuuya broke down and cried into Dazai's neck. Dazai just stayed where he was with a smile on his face and his fingers brushing through Chuuya's wet hair. Dazai turned his head and their lips rested on one another. Chuuya's crying was reduced to hiccups and he was pulled onto Dazai's lap. Dazai put his face on Chuuya's head while his wet clothes were starting to get heavy.

"You're gonna get sick, dumbass."

"Then how about we get out and get warm together?" Dazai took off the rest of his clothes and placed them on the mat below. Chuuya's hands instinctively went onto Dazai's chest, his blue eyes looking up to Dazai's.

"Chuuya~ Don't you want to cuddle?"

"Idiot." Dazai couldn't help but chuckle and the two of them went to Chuuya's room after putting Dazai's wet clothes in the laundry. Chuuya always attached to Dazai's side perfectly when they would snuggle together. Dazai's hand once again was playing with Chuuya's hair.

"What happened today?"

"I went to see my family... They looked so happy and I didn't see anything about me there... Like they don't miss me."

"They haven't been your family for a long time, Chuuya."

"I just want someone to see me... As a person."

"I see you." Chuuya got tense, Dazai felt it, but he didn't say anything else. Dazai took it upon himself to make a move and hovered over the redhead.

"Dazai..."

"I'm sorry, you must feel pretty lonely right now huh?" He didn't know why but what Dazai said made him cry. Maybe because he made Chuuya feel seen, maybe because he made Chuuya feel human, maybe because he was Dazai. Dazai. The man always treated Chuuya like a person, someone with their own thoughts and feelings. Dazai always asked Chuuya what he thought about something and never treated him like a tool. Chuuya rested his arms on Dazai's shoulders and tilted his head up so they could kiss. Dazai. As long as he had Dazai, he had a family. A real family. It only took about five minutes into making out for Chuuya to feel like he was burning up. He didn't want that right now. Right now he just needed Dazai to tell him all the ways he was human, wanted, loved.

"Dazai, tell me you love me." Dazai gave Chuuya a blank stare and the air felt heavy.

"Dazai-"

"-I can't."

"Why not?"

"If I do then there's a chance of you getting hurt."

"Dazai, please. I really need this, it fucking hurts." Dazai sighed but a smile crept it's way anyway.

"I love you, Chuuya."

"And that you want me."

"Chuuya-"

"-Say it." Chuuya's lips, face, and neck were kissed. Dazai remembered this one spot on Chuuya's neck was ticklish so he lightly nibbled at it, he could feel the redhead squirm, he could hear his laughter.

"I want you, Chuuya."

"Okay okay I get it!" Chuuya managed to say in between laughs.

"Get off of me!" The two laid side by side while Chuuya caught his breath. Dazai had Chuuya in his arms and they listened to the slowly quieting city outside.

"Goodnight, Slug." Chuuya smacked Dazai's chest but there was no anger behind it.

"Goodnight, Mackerel." Chuuya fell asleep first as usual and Dazai took the chance to take in his sleeping image. Around his eyes were still red and puffy, his pink lips were swollen by their make out and his hair was a little bit of a tangled mess. It made his blood boil to no end when others didn't treat Chuuya right. He wished they would be gone forever. He wished that Chuuya could finally see how human he really is. He wished... He wished Chuuya had joined him at the ADA. He wished that the most everyday. Dazai could no longer keep himself awake with the comfort of his love on his arms. Maybe someday his wish would come true. Maybe someday his family would truly be whole.

#skk fic #skk #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bungou stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #dazai x chuuya #soukoku

[iboatedhere]

HUGE thanks to @pragmatic-optimist who is holding my hand, yet again through another prompt fill run even though I said I wouldn't do this to her until February.

Prompts taken from the following lists:

Intimacy In A Relationship Prompts

Intimacy In A Relationship [Extended]

Subtle Smut Sentence Starters

Soft Details For Smut and Intimate Moments

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Day One- Sometimes it's enough to sit on the floor of an unfurnished apartment we just moved into, while eating take-out and relishing in being one step closer to building our future together

Day Two-  A hug for when you're breaking down in my arms, and I wish I could take your pain away because seeing you this upset hurts so goddamn much

Day Three- "You've been talking on and on about how much you want this specific object, and one day I'm at the store and they're selling it and I don't think twice about buying it."

Day Four- [ TIMID ]  the submissive partner getting self conscious and covering their face, laughing softly at the intensity.

Day Five- “I shouldn’t allow myself to get close to you.”

Day Six- It's kinda weird how just a hug from you can make me feel so much better, but i'm not complaining.

Day Seven- “I'm pretty sure at this point my family has grown to love you more than they love me”

Day Eight- "I'm not wearing any underwear. Thought you'd like to know."

Day Nine- "I can't get enough of you."

Day Ten- "Carrying you into bed because you fell asleep on the couch waiting for me to get home from work, something that's pretty much tradition at this point."

Day Eleven- Cuddling in bed is making the both of us feel safe and loved.

Day Twelve- “Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.”

Day Thirteen- A hand to hold to let you know everything's going to be okay.

Day Fourteen- A huge smile of appreciation because I'm sick and you're taking care of me, even cuddling me, which you shouldn't be doing but right now all you care about is making me feel comfortable.

Day Fifteen- “You don’t have to be gentle. I won’t break"

Day Sixteen- "Say you want me, and I'm yours."

Day Seventeen- "You're such a tease."

Day Eighteen- [ CLOSE ]sender wrapping their arms around receiver who is on top after they’ve finished,  holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover.

Day Nineteen- "I'm not jealous."

Day Twenty- You brought me flowers on a random Saturday three years ago, and now every Saturday a new bouquet of flowers makes its way into our kitchen.

Day Twenty-One- [ GAZE ] Sender taking receiver’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.

Day Twenty-Two- [ GAZING ]  receiver taking sender’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.

Day Twenty-Three- "This is a one time thing."

Day Twenty-Four- [ CONTROL ] Sender stops stimulating receiver and tells them they have to be still if they want to continue.

Day Twenty-Five- [ CLOSER ]  Receiver wrapping their arms around sender who is on top after they’ve finished,  holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover.

Day Twenty-Six-  A phone call because it's the first time we've spent this many days apart from each other, and you're crying on the phone and I miss you so damn much.

Day Twenty-Seven- You lost a cherished personal belonging, so i try my best to replace it, and even though it's not perfect, you're really appreciative of me trying.

Day Twenty-Eight-You're the only person who can make me laugh and smile this loudly.

Day Twenty-Nine- A stolen hoodie used to drive you nuts but nowadays you love seeing me walk around in your clothes.

Day Thirty- You've made it your mission to always kiss me good morning, good night, goodbye and hello, and whenever you miss to do just that, even though I tell you you're being ridiculous, you feel bad about it, and always have to make up for it.

Day Thirty-One- “No one’s here. We can be as loud as we want.”

Day Thirty-Two- Dancing to some silly music at the crack of dawn.

Day Thirty-Three- Breakfast In Bed.

Day Thirty-Four- You're up late playing video games again but you don't mind me slipping down in-between your legs with a blanket and pillow, falling asleep in your arms.

Day Thirty-Five- Letting your partner have their own drawer/things scattered all over the place if not living together.

Day Thirty-Six- [ COAX ] The dominant partner gently moving the shy or overwhelmed submissive’s hands from covering their face so they can kiss them, breathing praises against their skin.

Day Thirty-Seven- "There's so many things I wanna do to you."

Day Thirty-Eight- Inside jokes/innuendos at improper times.

Day Thirty-Nine- Gossiping about things you aren't supposed to tell anyone.

Day Forty- Texting your partner late at night asking them to come over, for intimacy, or to cuddle, for comfort or to eat.

Day Forty-One- Discussing what to make for lunch/dinner/what groceries to get.

Day Forty-Two- "You can be rough, I can take it."

Day Forty-Three- [ JOY ]  sender getting louder than usual which makes receiver start laughing affectionately,  taking the opportunity to check in. 

Day Forty-Four- You used to be the absolute best at flirting, but now that you've got me, your flirting consists of deliberately embarrassing me, because seeing me react to your idiotically bad jokes is apparently the highlight of your day.

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tarlos #tarlos fic #prompt fills

[magicmanii]

Beelzebub x Mc with CVS (Cyclical vomiting syndrome).

♥︎: platonic

Gender: gender neutral

Triggers(?) : talk about nausea, vomiting, and food.

Note: I made this because I fully believe beel and I would bond over our conditions. (This is also heavily based on my experience but I'll try to make it as inclusive as possible). I also use the pet name "peach" in this but it can be interpreted platonic or romantic

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• he found out you had CVS when you decide to just tell him one day in case anything happened and I kid you not his reaction was just,

• "oh... Alright! " and then got back to working out.

• doesn't think much of it but he's happy there's at least one person in the house that knows even a little bit of what he goes through on the daily.

• He tries to have all your trigger foods memorized so he can be sure what to get you when out and about.

• SUPER strict about having at least 2 meals a day, he won't force you to eat when everyone else is eating but he damn makes sure that you're well fed so you don't trigger any nausea episodes.

• Whenever you get vomiting episodes he's the first person to be at your side making sure you don't throw up on yourself while also making sure you're as comfortable as possible and one of the only ones to stay by your side 24/7 (besides Mammon).

• brings you any notes and or homework you missed while out being sick but it ends up being useless because he doesn't have the heart to try and make you work so you two end up cuddling for the rest of the night.

• will carry you to the nearest restaurant if your nausea starts to act up and let you eat as much as you want (it's on him).

• If you get nauseous because of anxiety he'll pry you away from whatever is causing you stress and bring you to the gym with him while you hydrate nearby or bring you to his room so you can have a bit of breathing room away from everyone else.

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A knock was heard from the door has Beel carefully walks in with an arm full of food and a small smile, he had managed to snag some food for mc and bring it back to his room without eating anything! walking quietly to the bed as to not disturb the resting person cocooned in blankets he gently set the food down on the floor before slowly sitting on the bed himself, chuckling when he heard a irritated groan.

He quietly stared at the mass for a couple of seconds before putting his hand gently on what he assumed was their side, before shaking them softly which only got him another irritated groan.

"mc" he shook them again and spoke their name quietly

"mnn.. "

"mc I got you some food" he turned around grabbing at a package of fruit before sitting up again. "Look they're cut up mc" he shook the container to prove his point.

Mc peeked their head from the blankets at the mention of fruit only to spot beel smiling at them while pushing the box into their direction.

"Come on peach, you need to eat something so you don't start feeling worse"

They let out a sigh before sitting themselves up and grabbing at the container, ripping it open to settle their stomach.

Beel smiled as he watched them munch away on the fruits, them being clearly content on the snack. "Dinner is in a couple of hours so you don't have to wait long to eat again".

At this they laughed " Beel you know I'm not you, I can survive a couple of hours before having to eat again ".

" I know.. but I'm just telling you so you know! " he ruffled their head, the sounds of protests quickly coming out of them at the gesture. "You're lucky I don't give you a noogie next time".

" no! Beel don't you dare! '' mc was quick to put distance between themselves and beel, tightly gripping on the package of fruit before giving him a lighthearted glare, which he in turn gave a cheeky grin.

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Also know that if you've requested something I'm working on it currently!!! I'll try and get it out as soon as possible!!

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#beel x reader #beel x gn reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x reader #obey me x platonic reader #x gn reader #x reader

[blair-the-juggalho]

Heyo! I'm back >:)! Could I request the ericson gang with a reader who is tall, has tattoos and scars? And yk the idea i sent u abt like reader being a sibling like figure to AJ, Tenn and Willy, could that be sorta included with them? Like reader just being all big sibling to them? Only if you want too! 💙💙

Awww I’d love too!!!! Tysm for the request <3! Sorry for being a bit late btw! I woke up late And had to rush out my house so I didn’t miss my exams lmao also soz if these are a bit short! <3

TWDG Ericsson kids with a reader who is tall, has tattoos and scars!

Violet

She was definitely intrigued by your scar and tattoos she thought they where so cool lmao

She’d wait until you played that stupid card game to get a chance to ask you about them

Once you too go out she feels comfortable asking you more questions about it!

She’d also want to touch your scars and tattoos! Don’t ask why she just would like too lmao!

She also loves that she has to look up at you because your so tall

Even before you where dating you could see this girl blush whenever she had to look up to talk to you

Mitch

Man was JEALOUS

You where everything he wanted to be!

He wouldn’t ask you straight up about your tattoos and scars but if you where talking about them he would definitely listen in lmao

He’d then make random conversation about it with you

“So…where’s you get your tattoos from?”

“How’d you get that scar?”

Please don’t take offence to this mans questions! He’s just a bit jelly

Once you start dating he loves when you guys just cuddle and if you let trace any tattoos or scars you have ugh this man will love it!

As I said in a later post he was also jealous that your taller

But now he adores it!!! He feel so at home with you <3

Also if he sees you in a fight with someone he will do encourage you

He’s a mischievous lad and he supports you kicking someone’s ass

Louis

Now this man oml he hooked!

One of the first things you hear from him are

“Whoa! Sick tats! And those scars? Totally rocking the ‘don’t f*ck with me vibe’.”

Once you two are a thing this man will not hesitate to use you to scare others

“Now are you sure that was the right thing to say? You do know I’m dating them right?”

He’s so proud to be with you!

However when he does see you fight someone I think he’d too scared to say out but he’s just watching like “ 👀”

Also Is still one nosy mf during the card game and he will ask you everything under the sun about your tattoos and scars

Marlon

This man is also low key jealous of your tattoos and scars

“Wow, you look like you’ve been threw a lot! Sh*t that sounds mean sorry.”

He finds you so cool tho!!!

I mean damn your just so badass!

He was low key very intimidated by you but that won’t stop this little rat looking man

Once you two become an item he’s all over you like he wants to see every scar and every tattoo

He wants to map everything out lmao

Oh also you get use to seeing this man a lot if your naturally confrontational because people have reported you to him so many times

Sometimes he acts like a real principle lmao

Tenn

Like I said in another one you’d like his hero (or cool member of authority)

Whenever some one picks on him or makes him set he goes over to you to talk about it

And at this point the person who made him so upset has FLED

Also he wants to draw out your tattoos!

Mainly because Willy wanted to be like you so he asked tenn to redraw them on him lmao!

You have his full and total trust!

He also doesn’t care that you have scars he just think it adds more character to you!

Willy

Like I said in Tenns one, he wanted to be just like you!

And once he has is fake tattoos from tenn he’s definitely going to show them off to you

“Look at that! Aren’t they cool! Tenn did them for me! We’re the same now!”

Also just like tenn when you see someone being mean to him you instantly jump in!

Scaring the shit out of whoever decided to upset him

He loves that your always there for him however the down side is that he’s one cocky bastard now

It’s kinda funny but also sweet!

You and Mitch and literally his bodyguards

Aj

He didn’t know what tattoos where at first so prepare for a lot of questions

“Hey who drew on your arm? You have a mark on you how’d you do that? Can I get a tattoo?”

It’s low-key so funny and totes adorable!

Just like tenn and Willy when someone says summat mean to him you can see him grumping around school

And when you ask him what’s up oh my your furious

You tell him you’ll be back soon before power walking over to the evil sod who upset him!

Let’s just say they won’t say anyone being mean to him anymore

Aasim

He was definitely curious

He’d sneakily ask you questions if you two where alone

He’d act all cool on the outside

But on the inside?

This man was scared he was so worried you where gonna punch him in the face

But you didn’t <3

And now he respects you

He also respects if you don’t wanna talk about where you got a certain scar or tattoo form

Also if he saw you in a fight he’d just try to talk you out of the situation <3

Omar

His genuine reaction to seeing you is “😯”

He loves how badass you look tho

However if you got into an argument man would be so embarrassed just because he doesn’t know if he should step in or stay out yk?

If you came over while he was cooking that when he would ask you about your tattoos and scars

And if your willing to talk about him he’d leave the stew to simmer so he can give you his full attention

Ruby

Tbh she found your tattoos a little much at first

She understood your scars even if she was a little worried about them

But your tattoos? Oh she wasn’t happy

She gets use to them because there’s nothing you can do about that yk so she just puts up with it

But if you try to defend her in a fight? Oh lord you’ll never hear the end of it

“I can look after myself!”

“Fightings never the answer!”

She appreciates later but she just doesn’t want you to get into trouble!

Brody

She audibly gasped the first time she saw you

I’m sorry but I can just see her shocked little face lmao

She was just a little scared by you tbh!

But now, like tenn, Willy, and aj, your like her guard dog

Heaven forbid someone picks on her now because you just show up give that bully a glare and their running with their tail between their legs lmao

She loves that she has to look up to talk to you too! She gets all wishy washy in the legs when you look down at her lmao

#twdg #twdg louis #twdg x reader #twdg marlon #twdg mitch #twdg omar #twdg ruby #twdg violet #the walking dead game #twdg tenn #twdg willy #twdg aj

[plothooksinc]

For the fanfic ask game: 3 and 17.

19: In Underdark some of my favorite moments are Leo tripping and falling on his face. Feverish Leo cuddling up to Mike twice. In the shaft after they've fallen and Mikey hears Leo scream and goes "oh god, what happened??" Towards the end when the tunnel floods and Mikey's desperately trying to keep Leo upright when he just keels over. The comfort part in last chapter, love tired but relieved Donny and gruff Raph. And the heart to heart in Leo's bed.

In general I enjoy how Leo is written. He has a very calm and quiet presence. I'm not sure what makes the difference in this fic, but in my head I hear him as more soft-spoken than what he's usually portrayed as.( And I mean even before he starts getting sick.) I like it, feels fitting for him.

Ah, I'm glad the shaft scene seems to be well loved, that was definitely one of the high points of it for me. :D ...Leo being a little softer was actually mildly deliberate, because he was with Mikey and thus really being in Calm Big Brother mode because the situation was something he figured Mikey would find terrifying and he wanted to keep things on an even keel. (And then after that he got sick so...) It's also why he cuddled up to Mikey in that last part in sewers because he was feverish and like I can't leave him alone in the dark so I will just octopus so he knows I'm here, basically.

Anyway!

3. What’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet?

Hmm. There are the two teasers I put up for TMNT, both being somewhat in medias res-- one is for '03 TMNT, in which there is a huge ambush meant to collect all turtles in one sweep; Leo escapes it only because he falls off the roof and they presume him dead (instead of merely Very Unhappy) and he needs help to track down his brothers and Casey and Splinter is unavailable for Reasons, so he goes to the only person left who can help him, which is April. He needs answers about who the ambushers were and she's a hacker. And then he still needs her for Reasons so the two of them go and try to break into a deathtrap (while meanwhile everyone else tries to break out, they'll meet halfway).

The other is '07 verse, based on events in the Leo prequel in which he tries to hitch a ride on a ship in Portugal and realises it's full of trafficked children, and he uh. Goes and slaughters every trafficker on board he can find. Which is all well and good, and never mind his hypocrisy when he goes home and lectures Raph about vigilante shenanigans, but doing so canonically starts the legend about the wrath of Enugu the Turtle God against these traffickers and the leader of the ring suddenly finds it's really hard to get people on board to work for him. So he sets out to track this so-called Turtle God down and prove to his remaining men it's just a freak that can bleed. Great! The problem is, none of them expect there to be more than one giant mutant turtle and so they track down and take the wrong one. Whoops. Anyway, Mikey has a Very Bad Day. I also threatened at one point to write a Rurouni Kenshin/TMNT crossover due to the amount of flak I got back in the day of switching from one fandom to another (I could even do it canonically, Renet sure is a character that exists). I had a whole slew of Ruroken ideas that I will now never write because the Ruroken author is scum, so alas.

In other fandoms, just briefly: The Untamed, where Wei Wuxian goes missing presumed dead in a small village where people have slowly been disappearing, only there's flute music in Them Thar Hills that's been playing steadily for days, so Lan Wangji and Wen Ning investigate. Supernatural, in which Dean fetches up in a small town on an investigation and gets supernaturally drugged out of his mind and vanishes, and there's a whole plot to bring back not quite Lucifer but the echo of him, which is good enough for those involved (it's SPN v fae); Tiger & Bunny in which Tiger apparently goes on a rampage for as much human and collateral damage as possible and everyone races to work out why; and FFXIV where the Empire find a way to tap into the Echo and drive it haywire, thus doing their best to drive the WoL mad and the scions close ranks to deal with that issue. One Piece, in which Nami steals the ship for unknown reasons (totally known reasons, she's under a compulsion laid by a Navy Devil Fruit user) and tries to do it while everybody else is offshore. Only Zoro is still sleeping on board, so. That goes down well when he wakes up. ...these will probably never see the light of day, but they are fun to think about. (The two teasers, tho. Those will get written.)

17. Are there any writers and/of stories that you consider an influence?

Not in fandom, in any specific sense. I will absolutely get some kind of osmosis inspiration from reading a whole bunch of extremely well written fics because it will affect how I write if that's what I've been soaking in all day. The Untamed is full of extremely talented writers and I channeled some of that energy to finally finish my Snowblind chapter, which had had me stuck for 13 years because I couldn't quite reach the melancholy introspect I needed for it (but The Untamed writers have that in spades). Published authors? Definitely. I can spot my writing patterning after Janny Wurts and Guy Gavriel Kay, and I picked up Janny's ellipses and Kay's Dramatic Short Sentences, and I probably got my tendency to bracket small phrases from Stephen King, as you do. Thank you! These were fun :D

Ask meme here.

#ask meme #@allassankari

[yououui]

hi, I just wanted to say, I really really enjoy your writing, it's just so beautiful and I feel like you capture the characters (Fai and Kurogane) very well. I think people usually get Fai better, but Kurogane I'm more particular about. He's got that whole Shinobi code of honor thing going for him, so when he chooses someone he's loyal to a fault and I feel like you capture that aspect of him so well.

Are you still doing the hurt/comfort prompts? How about "Here, hold my hand" but one of them is touch starved?

thank you sweet anon ;; that means the world to me. here's some angst in exchange <3

Perhaps Fai never noticed just how much he relied on physical contact because it was always second nature. He had spent so much time alone in the pit, surrounded by death he did not want to feel with his own hands. The first time he felt warmth from another person was when he held his brother, and even then, he’d grown colder by the second. 

And then Ashura appeared. That first contact, his large hand reaching out for Fai, had been like a comforting blanket that warmed him from the inside out and muffled the rest of the world. The first time Ashura hugged him, Fai wanted to hold on tighter and tighter until he could hardly breathe and then still, he would never let go.

And since then, it was something he never had to ask for. Ashura was a lingering presence, always there to stroke Fai’s back when he fell asleep studying or pat his head when he’d done well. Chii curled up next to Fai like a content kitten, cuddling close for hours as a silent comfort while he sat and visited his brother. He had constant suitors, men and women alike that wanted to dance with him or sneak him away to dark corners. He indulged them sometimes just for the warmth they provided.

When the journey began, that all changed, but the warmth was still there in other ways. Sakura would glue herself to Fai’s side—when she wasn’t with Syaoran, that is—to learn from him. He’d take her hand to lead her along dark paths as they traveled or huddle with her under his coat when they were stuck in cold weather. Syaoran, being a nervous wreck of a teenage boy, got a bit more flustered by such close contact, but Fai didn’t miss the pleased look in his eyes when he got a supportive ruffle of his hair or a comforting hand cupping his cheek. Mokona, of course, was Mokona, and Fai often had her atop his head or pressed against his neck as she hid in his clothes.

Even Kurogane provided that sense of comfort, though maybe he didn’t realize it. Each time Fai teasingly threw his hands around Kurogane in a mocking hug, or Kurogane grabbed his arm to pull him from danger, Fai was satiated until the next brief contant. Even the subtle touches against the back of Fai’s hand or wrist to warn of a potential threat without alerting the children sent sparks of warmth dancing across his skin.

So no, Fai never realized how important touch was to him until it was gone. Until the boy they’d been traveling with gouged out his eye and disappeared and their little family was fractured. The new Syaoran—the real one—kept his distance. He didn’t feel comfortable stepping into his clone’s place. Sakura was broken-hearted and the one in need of comforting, so when Fai took her hand to lead her to bed or helped her brush her hair, it was for her sake, not his. And Mokona, well, she tried, but such a little thing couldn’t do much to satisfy the aching emptiness that covered Fai’s entire body.

And though he touched Kurogane the most now, it was different. Now, it was cold. The only warmth came from the blood that ran down Kurogane’s skin and Fai’s throat, and it made him sick. It didn’t bring him comfort or satisfaction, just anger. It made him want to scream and apologize and run away.

But he couldn’t do that, could he? 

“Ouch, damn it—”

Fai rubbed his nose after banging into yet another tree. The world they’d landed in was dark, a world of illusions manipulated by Sakura’s feather. It was so bad, it even screwed with Mokona’s transportation spell—while it looked like they had landed in the same spot, once the illusion took over, they realized they were so far from the kids and Mokona that they couldn’t even understand each other.

The forest they were walking through was like a house of mirrors. What looked like a clear path would send them tumbling into pits or slam them straight into tree trunks. 

Kurogane murmured something in his language, probably some patronizing “be careful” that made Fai’s face flare hot in annoyance and a bit of embarrassment. Of course, the ninja had yet to be tricked. Any time the illusion was about to twist his senses, he would stop, reassess, and change course. 

Fai rubbed his red nose and waited for Kurogane to continue. Kurogane glanced around, then nodded in a direction. Fai followed, but even when right behind Kurogane, the spell tricked his senses and before he knew it, he was off track and the ground was crumbling away beneath his feet. A strong hand on his arm yanked him back up before he could fall into the unknown and he was met with an angry, why didn’t you follow me? kind of glare.

“It’s not my fault,” Fai said, pulling himself out of Kurogane’s grasp to stubbornly cross his arms over his chest like a petulant child.

Kurogane sighed and held out a hand with a short command. “Hold my hand.” Fai knew that was what he said even if he couldn’t understand it.

Fai glared at the offering like it was a personal offense. Kurogane sighed again, annoyed this time, and gestured between them while saying something else. “If we hold onto each other, it won’t be able to trick you into going the wrong way,” he probably said.

Kurogane’s eyes practically glowed in the dark forest, two red suns that did too good of a job leading Fai astray silently saying that Fai knew he was right. The illusion could trick his eyes into following a mirage of Kurogane or walking into a tree, but it was only an image. It could not replicate the feeling of the hand held out to him. Fai let out an angry little huff and shoved his hand out to grab Kurogane's, perhaps a bit too forcefully. In contrast, Kurogane’s fingers curled gently around Fai’s, as if to say, I won’t force you to stay but I’m here if you need me.

Fai suddenly felt like a child again. He was bigger now, yet his hand still felt so small when wrapped in Kurogane’s warmth. Fai stared at the point of contact as Kurogane led him through the forest. They would walk, stop, turn, walk some more. Fai put his full trust into Kurogane to lead them to safety, to take him away. 

Fai found himself holding Kurogane’s hand back, his fingers trembling as he felt the cold that had spread through his body with the vampire’s blood slowly fade as warmth spread from Kurogane to his hand, his wrist, his arm, his very heart. He felt Kurogane squeeze his hand, a silent reassurance, and for the briefest of moments, the anxiety that had been plaguing Fai for the last few weeks began to dissipate. He didn’t even mind being stuck in these woods, all for that bit of human contact.

As soon as he thought it, it felt like a bucket of ice water had been thrown over him. The only warmth he felt came from Kurogane’s hand, but now it felt like a burning reminder of what not to do. Fai stopped and yanked his hand free. Kurogane turned to look at him curiously and, without meeting those red eyes, Fai waved a hand in front of him, a misty blue aura surrounding it and then spreading through the forest. Like a ripple in water, the illusion disappeared as the aura of Fai’s magic spread, leaving behind a less confusing and dreary wood.

“...Should you be doing that?” Kurogane asked quietly.

Fai glanced at him. “Seems the others are nearby,” he said, ignoring the question that was asked. “No, actually, I don’t think they were ever far. The illusion caused by Sakura’s feather must have been getting in the way of Mokona’s translation spell, to make us think we were farther than we really were. Come on.”

Fai turned and began walking towards the kids and Mokona. It took a moment, but he eventually heard Kurogane’s quiet footsteps as he followed silently. He stayed a safe distance behind; he was always annoyingly perceptive. No doubt he knew that Fai didn’t want him that close.

Only that wasn’t true, was it? The way Fai’s hand itched to be surrounded by that lost warmth was proof enough.

Fai pushed the feeling down, clenching his hands into tight fists and walking faster to put even more distance between them as the cold set back in.

#kurofai