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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Old Scars, New Blood 2

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, borderline bullying, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader has accepted that she’ll never be wanted, not only by the man she’s crushed on for years, but by anyone. That is until a new player enters the game. (f!, short!reader)

Character: Lloyd Hansen, Thor Odinson

Note: Man, I need some sleep.

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As the large house fills with the rabble of strange men and flowing alcohol, you retreat back to your quarters and stare at your dead phone. Still not sign of life from Lloyd but that doesn't worry you in any existential way. He always finds a way to scrape by, it's just that you usually hear from him by now. Even when he leaves you behind, he has a dozen orders for you. Not that time.

You lean against the headboard and mull the walls. Maybe you'll finally leave this life. You should be proud you got this far. You weren't exactly honed in blood like these underhanded mercenaries. You're just an executive assistant who took a chance. A woman and a Craig's List add, what an origin story.

After a while, you find it hard to sit still. You leave your bed in a mess from the turmoil of your nerves. You drag yourself to the door. You must look like you're going through a breakup, at the very lest, a crisis. A grey gap hoodie and black leggings. You shuffle around in your beat up Keds and drift downstairs, concealing yourself in the distraction and cacophony of the full house. Valhalla and his men jeer from the dining room as you slip past, a quick peek inside at the joining of forces. 

Rico sits near the head of the table next to the gargantuan blonde with his braided locks and rugged jawline. The host looks less than impressed as his guest guffaws and claps his back roughly. You don't stay and watch, hurrying on as your stomach squeezes hungrily. You find when Lloyd's not around to demand his meals, you tend to forget to feed yourself.

You enter the kitchen and find chaos strewn over the counter tops. Bottles, some half-filled, others empty, littered over the granite. Crumbs and whole chunks of cheese and meat tossed around carelessly, a lingering stench hanging in the air. You assume the staff is hiding until there aren't men mixing alcohol and firearms.

You pull open the fridge and growl to find your neatly stacked containers gone. You keep your own food and Lloyd's precisely curated. You're a planner and meal planning is your greatest pride. While the other men depend on the processed foods dished up by the help, you make sure to feed your boss his preferred organic cuts. The door shuts as you let it go and turn to peruse the kitchen. There's a bag of biscuits with some spilling out. You leave the spilled cookies on the counter and claim the rest.

You stop as you come to face the wine rack. A single bottle remains in the crisscrossed slats of wood. You're not exactly fond of Risling but you've never been very picky. Nor much of a drinker.

You slide the bottle out with a soft clink against the rack and consider the label. You're not expert, would it pair well with shortbread? You compare the rumbled package of cookies and the pristine font on the bottle.

"Another!" The booming voice makes you leap and you spin around, the wine sloshing in the glass and loosening your grip. You face the large man as he bounces into the kitchen and the long neck slips free entirely. You step back with a surprised squeak as the glass smashes around your feet, sending a splash of wine up your leggings. 

Valhalla stops short as he finds you standing in the ruin of your surprise. His rosy cheeks pale and his cheeks draw to a more sober expression, a glint still gleaming behind his bright blue irises, "ah, pardon, my lady, I didn't mean to startle you. And look at what I've done," he gestures to your feet. You lift a shoe and he makes a noise, "ah, ah, do not move."

He comes closer as you stand dumbly in the shards. You look down then back at him. "I have shoes on--"

"And you wouldn't want to stain them," he insists as he nears. You shy away but not fast enough. He picks you up easily, like a hero in a ridiculous story, scooping you over the broken glass and carrying you to safe ground. "Forgive me for wasting the wine."

"It's fine," you wiggle in his hold, the bag of cookies wrinkling loudly, "really, I think..." you look down, dizzy as you see the pattern of tile below, "you can put me down, sir. Please, if you don't mind."

"As you wish," he places you gently on your feet, "what an introduction. Valhalla," he holds out his large hand, his palm rough and calloused, fingers thick but lock, "and you, beautiful woman lurking in the shadows?"

Your breath is stolen by the unexpected compliment. You remind yourself that it is only gas. He's like Lloyd, he must be, compliments are only currency. You take his hand and introduce yourself as sternly as you can. Your voice is barely more than a mousy squeak.

"It is you," he lights up as he tilts his head, clinging to your hand. 

"Me?" You question.

"Oh, I hope you remember. I suppose I am forgettable. We emailed... how pathetic I must sound," he chuckles at himself.

"No, I remember," you wiggle your hand and look at it, still trapped in his grip.

"Apologies," he lets you go, fingers brushing your palm reluctantly, "I only... I was disappointed when you disappeared."

"I disappeared?" You frown. "You never answered my last message."

"I..." he pauses, "I was in communication with Hansen, he said he preferred to take on the negotiations himself."

"Oh," you nod. Lloyd never mentioned that. "Of course, I'm so... careless. I have so much going on. I... I should've said goodbye. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he pleas, "you've nothing to be sorry for. I should be. I might make it up to you. You like wine, so let us grab a bottle and catch up."

"Catch up," you muse meekly, "you make it sound like we're old friends."

"Aren't we?"

"Emails..." you murmur.

He laughs as he turns and goes to the wine rack, ignoring the puddle of glass and wine by his feet.

"That was the last bottle," you say dully.

"There must be a cellar, I'm certain the best vintages are there," he turns as he pokes his finger into the air, "let us go scavenge."

"Uh, that's nice and all but I think... cookies are just fine for me."

"Cookies?" He comes back to you, eyeing the bag in your hand, "shortbread. My favourite."

"Oh, well, erm, if you want some--"

"Only if you come with them," he meets your gaze and you shy away at his implication.

You open your mouth but no sound comes out.

"I mean, I'd like to eat them with you. Share them," he stammers slightly, another rocky chuckle escapes him, "I've been on the road long, I'm afraid I'm bit delirious."

"It's fine, I wouldn't want to-- you and your men should settle in and maybe tomorrow--"

"Tonight. Right now. I can't wait. I'm not known for it," he seizes your hand, "come, meet my men."

"I... please," he tugs you, moving you with little effort, "I'm only an assistant."

"Bring your cookies," he insists, ignoring your protests.

You can't stop him. Your soles squeak and slide under you as he drags you into the hall and through the wide archway of the dining room. The men at the table are drunk and a few whistle as you pass by, even as female agents sit smattered among the group.

Valhalla brings you to the head of the table and claims the empty chair awaiting him. Before you can react, he lifts you onto his lap, his arm firm against your back.

"Wait-- what are you--" you can barely catch your breath with how fast everything is moving, "I really should-- Lloyd will be back soon and I have to--"

"Forget him. I want to know about you," he bows his head, focusing on the cookie bag as he slips his fingers through the open top. He plucks one out, admiring it before holding it out to you, "please, you first."

You go to take the cookie from him, shifting on his leg, uncomfortable as you hear the snickers from the table. You must look ridiculous. This man is like a storm, he just comes in and blows everything out of sorts. He pulls the cookie away from your reaching fingers, instead hovering it before your mouth. You swallow, too humiliated to look anywhere but him.

"I can--"

He shakes his head and presses the shortbread to your lips, quieting you. You open your mouth and bite into the crumble buttery goodness. You snap your teeth shut and chew stiffly, lowering your eyes as he watches you. He tosses the rest of the biscuit into his mouth and hums.

"Delicious," he remarks as his fingers tickle the back of your arm, "now, we have tonight. Tomorrow we can work, but now, you will tell me everything."

"Lloyd--"

"Not him," he interrupts again, "you," he cups your chin in his hand, "I travelled all this way, won't you humour me just a little?"

You rub your lips together. What can you say? Every time you try to come up with something, it begins 'Lloyd...' Is there even anything interesting about you? Have you lost yourself so completely to your own foolish crush?

"Tell me," Valhalla rests his hand on your shoulder more firmly, "anything. Tell me your favourite cookie. Just speak and I will listen."

You look at him again. Listen? How long have you longed for someone to do just that? To be heard? To be seen? It's almost as if he knows and is heeding that desperate call inside of you.

"The little..." you put your fingers up to show the size you have in mind, "jam-filled ones," your voice grows less wobbly as you speak, "with the bit of custard."

"Ah, those are a delight," he proclaims, "my brother is overly fond of those. I caught him sneaking some at the family holiday last year-- anyhow, he is another matter. I see it, you are sweet, you like sweet things." He frames your face with his hand, "and you have a sweet voice, tell me more.”

"I..." you begin and push your shoulders into a shrug. You take out a cookie, needing to do something with your hands, "I'm not that interesting."

You nibble on the cookie as he laughs again. Not mean or judgmental like Lloyd, just fun. You focus on chewing, wilting away as you feel him watching you.

"I'm interested," he intones, his timbre blowing through you.

You don't know what to say. There are no words. It's like you're the centre of the world in that moment, or at the least, of his. A man you hardly know, a man you only ever encountered in text.

Or maybe you're all wrong. Maybe you're misinterpreting every word he says. Just like you did with Lloyd. Searching for any sliver of longing.

"In fact," he leans back, rubbing your back casually, "you're the only interesting thing I've found in this place."

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The night sweeps you up like a whirlwind. You don't quite remember it ending, waking up in bed with remnants of the evening dancing in your mind. Valhalla's voice nips at you, sending spirals over your flesh, zapping every nerve as it echoes in your ears.

You almost feel guilty that he's your first thought. How he never looked away, never spoke to anyone else, only you. His entire focus was yours.

And yours was his. You listened to his stories, mentions of his family, though his reputation never suggested sentiment. His tales of firefights made comical by his retelling. The way he described his homeland like some mystical paradise. He filled the void left by your own boring life.

You stretch and roll over, sitting up as something dangles down your chest. You look down. Still inhe same hoodie you wore all night was a charm hanging between the strings. You take it between your fingers and examine the medallion, a bullet lodges into it, the burn of gunpowder seared around it. Strange.

A waft of amber and citrus clings to the sweater. You dare to take a whiff before you stand. It smells like him.

You peel off your sweater reluctantly and hang it, opting to skip the hamper. You strip your leggings and your undershirt and pick a fresh outfit. Something more appropriate.

You force yourself into the shower and come out feeling awake. You pull on each piece; a pair of stiff slacks and a striped blouse, paired with a gray blazer. Your usual dull attire.

You sit and slide into a pair of leather flats. The mornings aren't usually hard. Something is different. Something has changed.

You head downstairs and find several staff working at tidying the previous night's ribaldry. You enter the kitchen and set the keurig to brew a cup as bodies scurry around you. Everyone has their place here; you, Rico, and Lloyd.

But not Valhalla.

At the very thought of him, a blaring horn takes over. Your ears throb and you forget your mug as you race to the front door. There's a man passed out against the wall in his own puke. Wonderful.

You pull open the left door as the gate opens and tires bounce over the paved drive. Lloyd is behind the wheel to your surprise, laying into the horn as he skids to a halt. Grumbling comes from behind you as Rico drags his feet and peers out over your head.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

The alcohol lingers in his breath. You step outside to escape his stench. Lloyd swings open the door and hops out, smiling at the sky as he presents himself as some great hero returned home.

“Morning, fuckers!” He bellows.

Silence, only an odd rhythm. You realise as a figure jogs around the east wing that it's footfalls. You turn to look as Rico and Lloyd do the same. It's him, Valhalla, running towards you.

He smiles, unaffected by his brisk pace as he nears, a smile on his face as he waves. He slows and you get a clear sight of his shirtless torso. He wears only running shoes and a pair of riskily short shorts. 

There's a sheen of sweat over his skin but he hardly seems spent. His veins bulge beneath his skin and his muscles are thick but toned. His chest is broad and trimmed in golden hair, every part him immense and statuesque.

You almost let out the ‘wow’ as it creeps up your throat.

“Who the fuck is this ken doll?” Lloyd asks as he points to Valhalla.

“Ah, you must be Hansen,” Valhalla ignores his brusque question and holds put his hand.

“Who's asking?” Lloyd rests his hand on his holster.

Valhalla smiles and gives his name, unfaltering as he keeps his hand put. Lloyd doesn't shake it as he scowls. He looks the larger man up and down.

“You're early.”

“Or you're late,” Valhalla challenges and turns, clapping his hand on Lloyd's shoulder as it goes unshaken, “I thought you'd be bigger.”

Lloyd tilts his head, a grimace twisting his features, “huh?”

“I must day, it's a nice property,” Valhalla continues, gesturing to the house. He smirks and gives you a wink, “very welcoming.” He grips Lloyd's shoulder and pulls him closer, “I could get you somewhere even bigger. How about that?”

Lloyd squints at Valhalla, head craned awkwardly, “yeah?”

Valhalla smiles, “let's talk.”

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The littlest Cannibal Pt 1: Little Fawn in Cannibal town.

Possum: This story takes place years before Hazbin hotel, before Alastor's 7 year absence, and before the death of Franklin.

Franklin is someone who co-owned Rosie's Emporium before elegedly dying in the extermination.

Now some say Franklin was a guy who was in a relationship with Rosie.

Some think it's the woman who was dead in front of the emporium in the pilot.

Idk.

For the sake of not knowing I will be using They/Them pronouns for Franklin.

Oh also! This takes place in my Au itty bitty sinners, it's a prequel!

But you don't have to read that to read this. Not much is different tbh. Except that littles are more known and Alastor is a regressor.

Just needed to clear that up real quick.

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This work is an Age regression/Classification fic. So there will be things such as Diapers and their usage, pacifiers, cribs, bottles, exc.

But there will also be cursing and talking about adult things when characters are out of headspace, and it also mentions some trauma. (Any future trigger warnings will be added to chapter notes if needed. Be careful.)

Age regression is not sexual, it's a safe coping mechanism.

Don't like, don't read.

⚠️⚠️Tw for this chapter: Implied toxic friendships, Panic attacks PTSD, being mauled by wild dogs, parent dying, suicidal thoughts. Lmk if I should add.

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~~~Alastor and Rosie:~~~~

“Alastor! You made it!” Rosie smiles extra wide upon seeing him arrive at the cannibal town meeting she's been pestering him about all day yesterday.

Alastor's familiar smile lingers on his face. “It seemed rather important to you, I figured the least I could do is make an appearance.” He says casually. He wasn't sure about attending at all, but he really does owe it to Rosie.

“Well, come on. I saved you a seat up front with me.” She says, pulling on his arm to guide him to their seats. 

Alastor has been staying in cannibal town for a few days now. It wasn't exactly part of his plan, at all actually. But he needed some space from…certain individuals who he'd rather never be associated with again!

Rosie and Franklin were gracious enough to let him stay there, they also agreed to help convince the other residents to keep his visitation on the down low until he's ready to make a glorious comeback. 

He told them the reason for staying had to do with needing some time to plan and prepare for an upcoming project of his…

But his real reasons, he'd never admit to..because they are far more pathetic and childish. 

He hadn't shown up for the last overlord meeting, he hasn't left cannibal town since the incident, and yet…he's managed to keep the smile wide on his face. 

No matter how much he hurt, he could always keep smiling.

There are days he felt as if that's all he had.

“Thank you everyone for being here.” Franklin says. “Now, if you will all kindly settle down so we can begin…uh, excuse me…SHUT UP!” They shout. 

Alastor raised his eyebrows in amusement as the audience finally quieted down around him.

Rosie stood up to help them. “What my partner here is trying to say is that we have a lot to cover today. So, everyone please settle down..Now, who would like to start?” Rosie asks, picking up the mallet from the podium.

A few of the residents stood up to get Rosie's attention.

“Ah, yes. Fauntleroy. Why don't you start?” Rosie asks. 

Mr. Fauntleroy cleared his throat. “Mrs Rosie, Mx Franklin.” He greets. “I wanted to discuss the possibility of expanding on my tea shop, the ground along the right side is all dead rubbish. If you'll allow it, I'd like to buy the land and add a book section to my shop. I think the addition of-”

“You want to sell books!? At a tea shop! This is madness!” Susan shouts in the audience.

Anyone can say what they want about cannibal town..

‘They eat people,’

‘They're too violent,’

‘They're hurting me ow ow stop it.’

But they certainly are entertaining in any case. 

“Now, Susan…” Rosie starts. 

“Don't now Susan me! If he starts selling books at his tea shop, who knows what that could lead to! Selling flowers at the haberdashery?! Anarchy!”

“Calm down, Susan. It's not that serious.” Rosie says. “We sell a multitude of items at the emporium.”

“But that's an emporium! To sell books at a tea shop would be false advertising!”

“I think you're just scared of change.” Rosie says.

“I am not!"

“We're getting off topic.” Fauntleroy interrupts. “I simply wish to know the price of the land so that I may-”

“Woof woof woof!” A loud barking speaks over the gentleman, startling Alastor immensely. His ears perk up as well as his tail in fear of the familiar sound. 

“Woof Woof Woof Woof woof!” 

Alastor looks around the place with caution, his rictus grin still in place, but his fear is in danger of getting discovered by his intense breathing and his sudden head movements. 

Where is it? Where's the fucking beast!?

His instincts want to stomp his feet, but he resists. 

He's not a deer, there are no other deer around.

He's fine! Everything is fine! 

“Alastor?” Rosie asks, having moved from the podium to stand in front of him. “Are you alright, dear?” 

“Theodosia, you brought frufru?” Another cannibal asks before Alastor can respond to her. “To a town meeting?”

“She has as much right to be here as anybody!” Theodosia argues. “She's a member of the town!”

“Take that dog somewhere else unless you want me to make sausages!” Susan says. “I can't hear Rosie over that racket!”

“If you love Rosie so much, just marry her, Susan!” another cannibal says. 

“Shut up! I want to hear what Rosie and Franklin have to say!”

“You can't hear very well anyway.” Theodosia says.

“What?” Susan asks her. 

“Woof Woof woof!” Fru Fru continues.

Alastor looks towards the lady who had the evil little poodle in her lap. His eyes light up and form dials as he is tempted to devour her and her little dog.

No no no! 

Control….

Stay in control Alastor…

You need to stay here.

Part of him wants to run, and the other part wants to eat the dog! 

And he needs to fight both of those if he wants to keep up appearances. 

Alastor has been fighting regression all week, his little…mishap with Vox has left him feeling…a way he'd rather not expand on. 

“Alastor?” Rosie asks again, reaching for his hand slowly. 

“Woof woof woof!” 

Alastor feels like barking back before ripping that dog apart with his teeth! He can't help but gripping his ears with his hands, stopping Rosie's attempts to comfort him. 

“Alastor?” Rosie rests a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

That snaps him back to reality for a moment. Alastor shakes his head and turns to Rosie…

His eyes are back to normal as he faces his friend. “Rosie?” He asks.

“There you are. Are you alright, dear?” Rosie asks him. 

“E-excuse me.” Alastor got up and walked out of the room slowly but surely to avoid any issues. He couldn't take it anymore! 

He continues to cover his ears to avoid listening to the loud chatter and barking.

‘Breathe, Alastor… just breathe.’ He tells himself.

“Alastor?” Rosie tries to get his attention, but Alastor keeps walking. 

Alastor left at a normal pace until it was safe to run.

The second he couldn't be seen by the townsfolk, he ran! And he kept running, past the buildings, through town square, until he found Rosie's emporium. 

His current residence was too far away to run to before he completely broke down, and he desperately needed a quiet room to reside until he calmed a bit. 

He can't regress here! 

He walks inside and sits down on the floor behind the counter to try and calm himself down. 

He can't stop replaying it in his head…

The way he smiled at her as she lay there, bleeding out…

The way he ran from the scene, not really Watching where he was going…

The dogs chased him, attacked him.

He remembered wishing they just ended him.

Why does he have to lose everyone he's ever cared about? 

He wished Mimzie were here…

He's not sure why. 

He just…didn't want to feel alone. 

He was so alone! But every time he opened up to anyone…it ended like this!

Him, breaking down and acting like a child!

“Alastor?”

…fuck. 

Why did he run here!? He could have found a library or something!

He panics more, unable to get his breathing in order.

“Alastor, Alastor, what happened, sweetie?” Rosie walks into the room, worried out of her mind, she's never seen Alastor like this. “Are you alright?” 

He couldn't answer, and he couldn't stop! His whole body shook violently as he tried to calm himself down. 

Just calm the fuck down!

Rosie sat down on the floor in front of him. “Breathe, sweetie. Everything’s gonna be okay.” Rosie tells him gently. 

She's freaking out inside, but she knows it won't help him to know that. She has to stay calm for his sake.

Alastor's breathing is shaky and gasp-y as he tries to talk: “I'm fine, Ro- I'm-” his breathing was too shallow, he doesn't even have enough air to talk.

“Hey, just focus on breathing, yeah?” She asks him. “You don't have to put on a face for me, darling. I'm your friend.”

Alastor nods, he's feeling such a strong fatigue trying to overcome him, yet his panicked adrenaline was residing within him, stopping the tiredness from overtaking him. 

“Breathe in…2…3…4. And out 2…3…4.” She guides him. 

Alastor follows her lead and starts to calm down. 

It takes a bit, but his breathing finally slows down to a normal pace. 

Small tears still fall down his face, he can't stop them.

“Are you okay?” Rosie asks. 

No…

Alastor nods. 

“Alright, deerie. It's okay to be honest with me right now, in fact, I need you to be honest with me, alright?” Rosie asks. 

Alastor nods, his head is starting to fuzz, he can't think straight…but he tries to focus on what she's saying. 

“Do you need some space, or would you like some company? I'm here for you as long as you want me, but I can go if that's better.” 

Alastor should tell her to leave. 

He's feeling small and he can't have her knowing he's small!

But…

He doesn't want to be alone… 

He misses his friend! He can't be alone!

Alastor took her hand. “You can stay…” He says, but quickly adds: “If you'd like.” 

A voice inside is yelling. 

No one else can know! Too many people know! Like- two people! That's too many. You can't add Rosie to the list! 

Rosie placed her other hand on top of his, stopping the negative thoughts. “Alright, I'm not going anywhere.”

Tears started falling down Alastor's face again, he just wanted his mama! But, she's gone! It's not fair! 

“Oh, sweetie. It's okay. I'm here.” Rosie offers Alastor a hug by stretching out her arms, she knows Alastor is not a fan of physical affection, but it looked like he really needed one.

Alastor's eyes are bloodshot red, but they glow with a bit of innocence Rosie immediately recognized. 

The deer crawled onto her lap and wrapped his own arms around her as he cried harder into her shoulder.

“It’s okay, get it out. It's alright.” Rosie says, rubbing his back as he sobs into her shoulder. “You're alright.”

Alastor shakes his head. “Broken.” 

Rosie pets his ears. “What's that, darling?”

“M’ broken.” He says. “S'wrong.”

“It's not wrong and you're not broken.” Rosie tells him. “Everyone gets a bit damaged, but you're not broken. Understand?”

Alastor nods.

“Good.”

It took a few minutes for him to get all those negative things out, but Rosie didn't mind, she'd be here for years if he needed it. 

“Alastor?” Rosie asks him as soon as the sobbing dies down. “Are you okay?” She asks again. 

Alastor nods against Rosie, but he doesn't let go of her. He holds her tight as if she'd go away once he let go. 

“Are you feeling…small, right now, honey?” Rosie asks him carefully.

Alastor whines pitifully, sounding a bit like a little fawn.

“It's okay, I've looked after little ones like you before. There's nothing to be afraid of.” Rosie says, petting his hair. “Even big scary overlords like us can use some tending to, right?”

Alastor only shrugs as a response.

“Here, let's get you to bed, little deer.” Rosie says.

Rosie picks Alastor up with no trouble at all and heads to one of her spare bedrooms. 

She sets Alastor gently onto the bed.

“Is it okay if I remove your coat and shoes?” Rosie asks him. 

Alastor nods, eyelids heavy and his eyes still so red. 

She's gonna have to help clean up his face too. 

So, she helps him take off his shoes and coat. She sets his shoes by the door and hangs up his coat nicely in the closet so he'll know where they are tomorrow. 

Rosie walks into the bathroom, causing Alastor to bleep at her in distress. 

“It's alright, dear. I'm just getting a rag for your face.” She tells him. 

Rosie walks back over to him, rag in hand. “Is it alright if I clean you up?” She asks him. 

Alastor nods, so she takes his chin gently and graces his face with the cloth. “There you are. She cooes. “There's my Alastor.”

Alastor looks at her differently, like a stranger, but almost with a certain familiarity too. 

She doesn't mention it though, she simply gets up to put the rag away. 

Once she returns she notices Alastor pouting at her.

Now, Alastor's smile remains painted on his face, but his eyes and his ears give it away, his eyes peering as his ears droop down, indicating his distress.

Rosie tilts her head. “What's wrong, deerie?” She asks him. “Something on your mind?” 

Alastor just huffs like an angry deer as if Rosie should know exactly what is wrong.

“Come now, how am I supposed to know what you need if you don't tell me?” She asks. 

Alastor crosses his arms and looks away from Rosie.

Rosie sits down on the bed. “Alastor? ~” She asks teasingly. “Is someone a little grumpy?" 

Alastor shakes his head. "No."

"Sleepy, then?"

"No." Alastor tries to resist it, but he yawns. 

Rosie smiles sympathetically. “It's alright, you just relax.” She says, moving the sheets, which forces Alastor to move backwards, away from the blankets so Rosie could pull the sheets over him. “You get some rest, I'll check on you in the morning.”

But Alastor reaches and grabs Rosie's arm.

“Stay?” Alastor asks her. “Please?”

Rosie smiles. “How about a story?” She asks him.

Alastor nods, he'd take almost any attention at this point. 

Rosie pulls over the chair by the vanity closer to the bed where Alastor can see her. “Alright.”

“All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up. And the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother.”

As Rosie started reading, Alastor became more and more relaxed. 

She didn't even make it through one chapter before he was fast asleep. 

Rosie looks up from her book and sees Alastor sleeping soundly. 

She smiles at finally seeing her friend peaceful for a change. She couldn't help herself, she lightly brushed some of his loose hairs back. 

“Rest well, Bambi.” She whispers softly to him. 

~~~Alastor~~~

By the time Alastor woke up…

Rosie was no longer there. 

It was honestly for the best, he didn't wish to speak to her anyways. He gets up to retrieve his shoes and jacket and walks home quietly without a word to Rosie.

~~~One week later:~~~

Alastor was reading quietly at his current residence.

No one bothered him too much since the incident, which he supposed was a good thing. He didn't really want to talk to Rosie about it…

He didn't wish to talk to anyone about it.

He didn't know where he'd go, but he had to leave, he couldn't face her after that…

Which was fine, he should be used to this by now, everyone who knew about him always left eventually. 

If the last few weeks taught him anything, it was better when he walked away first. Better to leave than be left. 

He heard a knock at the door. 

Alastor sighs, curses. 

If he wasn't raised right, he may have just ignored the knocking door, but alas, his mother did teach him some manners.

He opens the door and sees none other than…Rosie.

Of course. 

“Alastor! Good, you're here!” Rosie says. 

Alastor's ears drop slightly from feeling rather awkward. “Hello, Rosie. What brings you here?” He asks. 

“I won't dawdle if you're busy, I just wanted to drop something off for you.” She says. She's currently holding a big red box with yellow stars on it.

“I see, why would you give me something? It's not my birthday, it's not sinmas.” He says. 

“No, no, it's nothing like that. It's a special gift just between friends.” She says. “Don't be rude, just accept it.” 

He takes the box from her, still slightly confused. 

“Come by tomorrow if you feel like it, darling.” She says. “You're always welcome.” She says, looking him straight in the eyes to make that very clear to him.

Rosie walks away, so Alastor closes the door. 

What could she possibly-?

He doesn't finish the thought, but he sets the box down on his tea table.

Atop the box, there was a letter. 

Alastor walks over to his drawer to get his letter opener to rip it open carefully. 

The letter read: ‘Your secret's safe with me, darling. And if you need someone to keep you company on those sensitive days, you can always come to me. I will be there for you. ~Rosie 🌹’

‘P.S, I hope I didn't go overboard on the gifts. If I have, please forgive my excitement.’

Alastor sets the letter aside and opens the box and his ears perk up upon seeing the two pacifiers at the top of some red tissue paper. 

Taking out the remaining paper, there was a stuffed deer toy, a handmade bonnet with holes for his ears and antlers, a deer themed teether, an adult sized baby bottle, and lastly, a deer quilt she made herself.

His ears drop again…

Why would she do this for him? Why make such an effort?

He knows their friends but- 

None of his other friends would have done something quite like this…

The quilt was very soft, softer than anything he currently owned. 

He felt the soft fabric against his cheek. 

…

Perhaps he could stay…a little longer.

~~~The next day: Alastor and Rosie:~~~

It would be rude to not thank Rosie for the gifts. 

He doesn't wish to discuss this with her…but it's done. 

He can't change what she knows. 

If yet another person has to know…he doesn't mind it being Rosie.

“Alastor! What a nice surprise.” Rosie smiles, seeing Alastor arrive at the emporium.

“Franklin, take over for me?” Rosie asks once Alastor walks closer to her. 

Franklin nods. 

“Follow me.” Rosie says, taking him upstairs to the same room he woke up in last week. 

Alastor's smile was still there, but his ears were down as he awkwardly looked around the room. “I uh- I appreciate the gift, Rosie.”

Rosie smiles. “Oh, I'm glad! I hope I didn't go overboard. I'd hate to overwhelm you.” She says, lightly touching his cheek to reinitiate eye contact. 

He grips gently on her hand to show her a bit of affection. “Not at all.”

He doesn't know if he trusts anyone anymore…but if he did, it would be Rosie. 

He felt as if he could actually be comforted by her touch, and actually be okay when she's around. 

But does he actually feel that way? 

“Listen, I know you're not one to talk about your feelings, but would it be alright if we talked about it?” Rosie asks. 

Alastor has only discussed regression with a few individuals, and even then it was a general conversation, nothing too personal for the most part. 

But, it wouldn't be so horrendous to confide in Rosie. She's never done him wrong before, in fact she has surpassed friendships expectations ten fold by being there for him already.

“Al?” She asks. 

“What is left to be discussed?” He asks. 

“Well, I wanted to let you know that there's nothing wrong with you.” She says. “Earlier you said you were broken, and sure, I don't know everything about you, how you grew up, what you think and how you spent your life up there, but I do know at least that regressing is your attempt at healing, not breaking. I don't want you to feel like you're not worth the support you need in order to do that, because you are.” She says. “There is nothing wrong with you being small sometimes, and there's no shame in accepting some comfort either.” 

Alastor wasn't sure how to respond to that. People don't typically talk to him like that. “Thank you, Rosie. That's very kind.”

“I did some research on age regression, it's honestly quite interesting.” Rosie says. 

Alastor looks at her, face unreadable. 

Rosie just continues. “It sounds like a great way to cope with all this shit we gotta deal with.” She says. “I've met regressors before, there are plenty here in Cannibal town. But, I've only watched them on occasion, never for more than a few hours.” 

Alastor nods, not sure how to respond to that either. 

“Do you have anyone to take care of you when you're little, honey?” Rosie asks him. 

Alastor's face flushes a bit from the pet name, but it’s not noticeable. “Uh, no. I don't have anyone.” Alastor says. “I used to but…they didn't last.”

“Would you like someone there?” Rosie asks.

“Are you offering?” Alastor asks back, a bit suspiciously.

“Yeah.” She answers simply. 

“Why?”

Rosie rolls her eyes. “I don't know, Alastor. Maybe because I actually care about you?” She suggests. 

“Rosie, you know me, I'm a sadistic serial killer.” 

“I'm up for the challenge.” She says. 

Alastor sighs, not sure she understands what she is offering. 

His first caregiver left as soon as she started.

And the second…

Well, the second was excellent until he wasn't.

Could he handle another one walking away? 

“Al,” Rosie takes his hand. “I'm not afraid of a little breakdown. I saw how scared you were, I saw how you looked so lost. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least try to help that kid out. You are my friend and you're always there helping everyone else out. It's okay to let someone else help you for once.” 

Alastor? Helping people? Who ever heard of such a thing? 

He shakes his head. He decides he can't take another caregiver. 

He's had enough! 

And though he doesn't doubt Rosie's loyalty and fondness of him…

He'll constantly be asking himself when Rosie will give up, when she's had enough, when she…

When she finds someone else. 

“I'm sorry, Rosie. I don't need a caregiver.” He says. “I can take care of myself.” 

Rosie smiles. “That's alright.” She says. “I understand. But, feel free to come to me if you need anything, and I mean anything!” She says sternly. 

Alastor nods. “I will.” 

“And if you're little…and need some company…”

Alastor rolls his eyes in amusement. “I will come to you.” 

Rosie pets his ears. “Good.”

Alastor glares at Rosie for daring to touch his ears.

Rosie laughs. “I'm sorry, deer. I couldn't help myself. You're absolutely adorable.”

“I am NOT adorable!” Alastor protests. 

Rosie laughs again. “Whatever you say.”

Alastor's glare deepens. “Rosie…” 

“You're not adorable, or cute, not at all. You're…absolutely terrifying and abhorrent, and hideous. Especially when small.” Rosie playcates. “Just an awful, horrifying overlord, nothing else.” 

Alastor rolls his eyes. “Thank you. I appreciate that.” He says sarcastically.

Rosie pets his head again. “You're very welcome, deer. Would you like to join Franklin and I for dinner tonight?” She asks.

Alastor smiles just a bit brighter with genuineness. “I'd be honored.” 

🌹🦌🌹🦌🌹🦌

I will stand in the dark for you

I will hold you back by force

I will stand here right outside your door

I won't see you disgraced

I will protect your name and your heart

Because I miss my friend

I know you've forgotten me

I know you so well my friend

I know you might just throw yourself over

But I won't let you

I won't let you

It's all on me."

~~Sonya Alone, by Dave Malloy.

From Natasha, Pierre, and the great comet of 1812.

🦌🌹🦌🌹🦌🌹🦌🌹

Possum note:

Hopefully Alastor and Rosie aren't too ooc in this 😅

This is only part 1 because I seriously need more Alastor slowly being adopted by and becoming family with everyone in cannibal town.

If you guys have any requests let me know. 

Also, if you know what great comet is... what's your favorite song? 😍 Mines charming and Dust and ashes. Oh! And no one else!

I love great comet!

Wait- what were we talking about?

Oh yeah.

Just give me your input, comments are good for my self esteem lol

Tags!!

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Hopefully that's all the tags.

#ittybittysinners #little!alastor #hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel agere #age regression fanfic #Caregiver Rosie #Cg!Rosie #Age regressor Alastor

[yanderehsr]

Hi love!! If this breaks your rules please disregard!!

I was wondering how yandere kafka, Hu Tao and miko or Wolfie would react to coming home to their darling wearing a collar with their name on it?

Or how they’d react to their darling asking to wear one?

Love your work so much!! 💕

It doesn't break any rules, hope you'll enjoy😁

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapped reader

Kafka: At first she is shocked, it is a request she never thought she would get, but then her smile grew back, a teasing smirk adorned her face, well weren't you cute asking for such a thing, her possessive feelings flare up at the thought of you wearing a collar with her name on it, a sign of possession that you are hers.

Kafka will take finding the perfact collar for you seriously, she wants her name to be embroidered on it with golden threads, she wants the inside of the collar to be soft so you will not be uncomfortable wearing it for a long amount of time and it must be hard to take off.

"There we go, a pretty collar for my pretty darling, is it comfortable... good cus you are never taking it off"

Hu Tao: She mentioned it as a joke, just something told to make you blush, but now it is her that is blushing, you actually want a collar with her name on it. She'll never stop teasing you about this, how can you be so adorable, she is just so happy that you are hers.

Hu Tao will get one that is red and has chibi ghosts on it, it isn't something overly expensive but you can see a lot of thought has gone into it. She will be staring at the collar a lot, it is something that marks you, better than any hickey or scar, you are hers and she can't help but be happy because you asked for this. Just make sure to wear it every day, she can get moody if you don't.

"Darling where is it, please put it on, I think it looks nice one you, or are you saying you didn't like it... PUT. IT. ON"

Yae Miko: Let's be honest here, she will put a collar on you day one, no need to ask for one cus you already have one on at all times, she ties a rope to it and takes you on walks, it isn't that she sees you as a pet but she thinks it's just nice to take a walk with you without you trying to run away. Of course there are no people around, can't let anyone catch a glimpse of her precious little mate.

Yae Miko when she hears that you want her name on the collar smiles, she can't control herself right now, a blush is notisably visable and you can see the tails behind her, you want to be hers, of course she will get you one with her name on it... but first she wants to mark you in other ways, you'll let her, right?

"You look simply raveshing like this, my name on you truly was a match made in heaven, now come here, I want to mark you in more ways, make you really be mine"

Silver Wolf: W-what did you say you want, a collar, and not only that but one with her name on it. No absolutely not, you aren't her pet you are her lover, you are her equal. Sure she's holding you against your will but that is only because she loves you so much.

You will have to explain to Silver Wolf that it isn't cus you wanna be a pet, it's an asthetic choice, she will get one in your favorite colours and instead of her name she puts tiny stickers of her on it, as well as some stickers from your favorite game.

"I have to admit, you look very good in that, now let's play some games together, for every win you get I'll add another sticker of me on the collar"

#yandere #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere female #yandere kafka #yandere kafka x reader #yandere hu tao #yandere hu tao x reader #yandere yae miko #yandere yae miko x reader #yandere silver wolf #yandere silver wolf x reader

[queermania]

How do tags work? I'm newish to Tumblr and I don't really get the tags. Do I need to tag everything?

hello and welcome! tags serve four major purposes:

to let other people find your content: this is only applicable if you are the creator of the post, not if you reblog it. for example: if you make a post about dean you might want to add the tags "dean winchester" and "supernatural" or even "spn" so that other people who are interested in content about dean can see the post when they're searching for content on tumblr (if you want to find content and you're using desktop, you can search tumblr.com/tagged/supernatural [or whatever it is you're looking for] and you'll be able to see original posts that people tagged as "supernatural." if you're on mobile, frog speed, my friend.) also, friendly reminder not to over-tag things. if you tag a post that is just about dean with "sam winchester" "castiel" "john winchester" etc people are more likely to block you. spam tagging is really annoying.

organization on your own blog: adding tags to your posts lets you find them on your own blog later (again, this is really only useful on desktop, not mobile) and this goes for original posts and reblogged posts. for example: you may have noticed that i tag all of my posts about dean with "dw." that's the organizational tag i use for my own blog. i also have tags that probably don't mean anything to anyone else but that help me to organize certain ~genres of posts on my blog (like "hashtag family"). if you want to search your own blog or someone else's for all of the posts you/they have in a specific tag you can do that on desktop by going to blog.tumblr.com/tagged/tag. so for example if you wanted to search my blog for the dean content you would go to queermania.tumblr.com/tagged/dw

giving other people the ability to block/filter content: this is relevant for both original posts and reblogged posts. for example: someone might have followed you for doctor who content but they are not interested in seeing supernatural content. you tagging your supernatural posts with a "supernatural" tag lets them filter or blacklist it so they don't have to see it. this is also relevant for certain types of content like nsfw, body horror, etc. you may see tags like "tw body horror" or "body horror tw" or "body horror cw" or even "body horror for ts" (that one's an old relic from a time long ago when we had to use an extension called tumblr savior to filter content). content/trigger warnings are subjective. not everybody uses them. not everybody is willing to use them. it's not uncommon to ask people (politely!) to tag for something that might be upsetting to you, with the caveat that they might say no and then it's up to you to decide if you want to continue following them or not. (for example if you asked me to tag for alcohol, i would politely decline, simply because i do not think i would realistically remember to do it and i don't want to promise something i can't deliver and risk harming you.)

commentary that doesn't need to be a part of the post: you may have noticed that a lot of us put our thoughts on any given post in the tags. this is a way to leave commentary without muddying up the post. not all thoughts need to be on the post permanently. in fact, most don't haha. sometimes if you leave commentary in the tags, someone will copy and paste or screenshot them into the body of the post because they think your thoughts deserved permanent status and that other people should see them too. we like to call this getting peer reviewed because we are nothing if not a website full of nerds.

so those are the ways we use tags on this website. you can choose not to use tags at all, use them religiously, or use them only when you want. it's really up to you. you create your own experience. however, if you do opt out of tagging anything at all, people might be less likely to interact with you because it makes it harder for them to curate their own experience. but again, it's really up to you!

#replies #anonymous #tumblr

[readychilledwine]

Incoming extra long post 💜

Pushing something a little different today-

Let's talk banned and challenged books

Warnings- this post is going to mention racial and gender issues, violence, and use some foul language. I do not graphically discuss anything, but I want that warning out there right away.

I've gone through 5 different banned/challenged books lists, and I wanted to share with you my favorite books on these lists and why I think everyone should read them.

I want to start with WHO creates the banned book lists and what it is. The banned or challenged book list is a list of books that are not allowed within a school district, and sometimes, when pushed hard enough, public libraries. It is meant to limit access to materials deemed "explicit in nature." It's not made by the government. It's parents and average people create these lists and typically threaten schools if they teach from them or offer these books to kids in libraries. I fully believe and support parents having the right to ease their kids into adult topics, but challenging your kid is the point of school.

I did notice there's common themes in the books on these lists

Race and race theory is discussed in the books

Mental health is discussed in the books

Body autonomy is discussed

The women's rights movement, LGBTQ+ movement, BLM, or any other minority movement it discussed

The book is critical of the government or religion

The book discusses war and the toll it plays

Slavery is ACTUALLY discussed

The book contains sexual content (consensual or nonconsensual)

The book questions society norms

Magic (Yes. Magic)

This list is updated almost weekly in some school districts, and 99% of the time, it is not to remove a book. It is to add one.

A few of these I won't discuss in as much detail in fear I will risk a community guidelines report, but I wanted to discuss some of them and why I love them.

Always keep in mind that you alone are responsible for your reading intake, and check your triggers on all the books mentioned. I will be posting my personal feelings on which age I feel the books are appropriate for as well. I also have not read a few of these in a bit, so hopefully, I have everything as accurate as possible!

If the ✨️ emoji is by the book, it's one of my personal favorites. Like, I may have multiple covers and editions favorite, or it is a book I frequently think about, or it holds a special place in my heart. Without further ado, I present to you Elizabeth's 21 favorite banned books in no particular order:

Maus by Art Spiegelman - banned for discussions of violence, torture, and death- This is a comic book/graphic novel series based on the author's father, who was a Polish Jew and is a survivor of the Holocaust. It is gut-wrenching. It is disgusting. It is heartbreaking. I do not recommend it for anyone under 16, but I personally think it's okay to be uncomfortable and learn from the past.

✨️Animal Farm by George Orwell - banned for open criticism of the government - I LOVE Animal Farm. Animal Farm is based on the Russian government/monarchy being overthrown (which is why it surprises me that it is banned in so many districts in the US.) In summary, animals over throw their human masters and create a society of their own. It is meant to challenge and discuss the fact that no matter how small a person is, the revolutionary mindset is a powerful one. I highly recommend Animal Farm to 16+.

✨️Beloved by Toni Morrison (get used to her name. You'll see it one more time. I could make a post solely on her.) -banned for violence, SA, realisitic depictions of segregation and slavery - Beloved is about the treatment of black women in the south during and after slavery, and how things circled for them. This book has haunted me since I read it at 15. I'm 27 now. Toni is a superb writer who truly pulls at your heart with her stories. I do not feel this book should be banned. What happened in the United States needs to be discussed openly to work on the racial divide. Please consider reading this if you haven't, and if you have siblings 16+, let them read it as well and have an open discussion with them on how it made them feel. This is one I also recommend checking triggers for.

Burned by Ellen Hopkins (you'll see this name several times, too. I'm shocked her name isn't plastered as the first thing on every list honestly) - banned for questioning religion and parental figures - I also love Ellen Hopkins. I have paid to listen to her lecture several times. I love the way she writes. I love her willingness to challenge society. I love her openly discussing hard topics. This book is one of those topics. It is about a young group of kids sent to what my brain thinks is a religious reformation camp in Nevada. They are supposed to be finding salvation and redemption in Christ, but instead find love and acceptance in each other. There's a few heavy topics (the whole book is heavy. Her books, in general, can be heavy). I'd recommend it to anyone 14+.

Call of the Wild by Jack London - if you're my age and grew up in the American School system, take all the time you need to process the fact that this book is on all 5 of the lists I looked at- banned for animal cruelty and violence - this was required reading when I was in school. I was 12. It is focused on the Klondike Gold Rush, and arguments could be made that it is more based on the treatment of animals at that time. I do not feel I should have been exposed to this at the tender age of 12, but I tend to carry more sympathy towards animals than I do people. I feel safe saying 15+ with discussions being had regularly.

✨️ Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury - banned for challenging the government and violence - I have chills as I am getting ready to write about this book, tears are welling up, this is my coming of age novel. It is one of the books I read by choice in high school that actually began my question everything and look at all angles mindset. I can not recommend this book enough. It is about book and media censorship and a dystopia based society where common practice is to burn books, a real thing that has happened in so many countries, on government orders in order to keep the general population conformed and uneducated. It discusses the consequences of that on society and humanity, it discusses the dangers of rebellion against that mind set, and I could not put it down. 15+. Please please please read this book if you never have. Especially as an adult who can recognize the behaviors discussed in the book and how it parallels modern society

For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernst Hemmingway - banned for discussions of war - this book graphically discusses the consequences of war. I am not overly comfortable getting too far into it. I will say, this one will shatter you if you are an immeserive reader who gets so into a book it becomes your surroundings and reality instead of just a pleasure reader. Please read with caution. 17+

Lord of the Flies by William Golding - banned for violence and language (I personally think there's more reasons and those two are the scapegoats) - again, if you are my age, take the time to process your shock. This book centers around children who survive a plane crash on an island and are forced to create their own society and government, and it quickly goes to hell in a hand basket. Everything from sex, to racism, to discrimination against disabilities (does it sound familiar yet) is discussed and challenged by the groups formed in this book. 15+ with supportive discussions

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck - another one for people my age to go "wait what" to - banned for "depressing themes" and "antibusiness" - this book discusses the tragic lives of two migrant works and the conditions they were forced to endure. It's main lesson is about humanity and compassion. This is a really educational book that I feel should be in classrooms. 14+

Tricks by Ellen Hopkins - banned for SA and sexual nature - this one I would not recommend to anyone under 17. It is about teens trapped in sex work. Please check your own triggers before reading this.

✨️The Crank Triology by Ellen Hopkins (Crank, Glass, and Fallout) - banned for open discussion of drug use and addiction - these novels are actually based on the life of the author's daughter and her downwards spiral into m3th addiction. They are heartbreaking (fallout will hit you HARD if you have friends who are the kids of an addict or you are a child of a parent who is an addict). They were the first books I read by her, and I am sad to say I live in a community where they were banned hard enough that it passed to all three school districts and the public library. 16+ and please check triggers

Hold your breath, my loves. ✨️A Court Of Mist and Fury by Sarah J Maas -banned for sexual content, violence (domestic and situational), and ✨️magic use✨️ - if someone can explain to me why this is the only book from this series I've found on a banned/challenged list and why NONE of the Throne of Glass books are on them, I'm all ears. Do I think your 13 year old should be reading this? F no. A 16 year old, though? Yes. Let them have that Rhys Crease in those paperbacks. I'd rather my kid read smut than watch it. Also, kudos and congrats to SJM for being a banned author in 12 school districts, thus making her one of the top bans for the 2022-2024 school years. There's some great authors and novels on this list. It was pretty cool to get to include her.

✨️The Bluest Eyes by Toni Morrison - banned for race theory, racism, abuse - oof. This one is hard. Be ready to cry if you read it. It takes place after the Great Depression in the US and is mainly about a young black girl. It centers a created inferiority complex she developed because, due to societal norms regarding beauty, She does not see beauty in herself and her skin. Definitely 14+. Definitely should be read in classrooms as it is one of the most powerful books I've read that centered on black women and their voices that need to be heard.

✨️ Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur - banned for sexuality and representing the feminist movement - this one is quite frankly insulting. This is a poetry novella about healing and finding power inside of yourself as a female and finding your self-worth. It's banned in 10 districts, making it part of the top 10 bans. I might actually cry over this one being banned. My daughter will read it 14, and we're going to discuss it. I think it is that worthy and powerful. I will leave you with my favorite quote from this one "I am not a hotel room. I am home. I am not the whiskey you want. I am the water you need. Don't come here with expectations and try to make a vacation out of me."

✨️ The Catcher in The Rye by JD Salinger - banned for teen rebellion - this is the first book I gave to my younger brother that I thought would resonate with him, he still has that torn up, creased, and notated copy that was passed from my mother to our big brother, then to me, and now to him. He told our parents once he's pretty sure it saved his life. This book centers around 16 year old Holden after he is expelled from school. He begins to challenge adults and societal norms regarding children. It critiques a superficial society and brings to light the consequences of some choices we make. Teens can relate to this book. My siblings and I all did. This book has sat on a pretty much national ban list for far too long. It needs to be brought into classrooms, especially classrooms in schools with behaviorally challenged teens who've never found a book that speaks to their soul and feelings. 16+ with guidance and open discussion.

✨️I Know Why the Caged Birds Sing by Maya Angelou - banned for "bitterness and hatred toward white people" in the majority of the state Texas - break my heart harder, Maya. This is the only autobiography on I have on my tops list at the moment. It focuses on young Maya Angelou and the discrimination and racism she faced. There is so much symbolism and history to dive into with this book. Have tissues ready if you read this. 16+

The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini - banned for open discussion of war and violence - another oof. This is another book I handed to my little brother and said, "Read this and get back to me." It was not one of my personal favorites until he sat me down and told me how the book made him feel. I genuinely wish I could have him typing this one out, but he's off doing his adventures and seeing the world. It is a beautiful coming of age novel set in the Middle East during the invasion of Soviet Russia to the United States and the downfall of the Taliban. It centers around the importance of paternal figures, friendship, and key relationships. 15+ there is a SA scene that is rarely mentioned on the banned books list so keep that in mind.

✨️The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold - banned for discussions of childhood SA, pedophilia, and murder - one of my top 10 favorite books of all time. If you've watched the movie, please read the book. It is about a family struggling after their daughter is SA'd and killed by a serial predator, and it is told from the daughter's perspective in the afterlife and from the eyes of her family. You will go on a roller-coaster of emotions. Anger, sadness, joy. I really do love this book. I have a hardcopy for display purposes, and a paperback with a separate note book filled with notes, quotes, etc. 16+ just due to the heavy nature of it, but for a mature reader and personality 14+

✨️I want to scream from the rooftops on how bullshit this one is. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee - banned for open discussion of segregation, racism, violence, and "general hatred towards white people - this book should be required reading. This book openly discusses consequences of false accusations based on race, it discusses the mistreatment of minorities, and it discusses a white superiority complex. It needs to be read and discussed, and I will die on that hill. 14+

This one also makes me want to scream✨️The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald - banned for violence, alcohol promotion, anti business beliefs- this book is a classic and it brings to question a lot regarding income levels, old and new money, and financial segregation. It has beautiful symbolism that you have to be paying attention to catch, and is so much more than a Leonardo Dicaprio movie. 14+

It is with a heavy sigh and heart I introduce the next author: ✨️JRR Tolkien✨️ if I would have just listed his books, it'd be this whole list - banned for violence and ✨️magic use✨️ - these novels and short stories are the back bone of the modern day fantasy writer and have even created countless table top RP games. The fact that so many Middle Earth based novels are banned is almost a stab in the back to the idea that schools are supposed to push and celebrate growth, individuality, and knowledge. I have the Lord of the Rings and the books that prequel it on a pedestal. They are my comfort novels and go tos when I'm feeling down and truly want to lose myself into a well-done and built world. I recommend them to anyone who already loves Fantasy or wants to get into fantasy 15+

EDITED TO ADD ✨️Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut - there's a lot of reasons this book is now banned, and I was just informed by my best friend she saw it had hit an official list - If you want science fiction mixed with anti war look no further. This book addresses a very deadly and tragic bombing in ww2 using a narrative from a character who is "stuck there" over and over again. Please really check triggers for this one. It's easily another 16+ book.

Theres a few books I came across on these lists I haven't read yet, but currently have in my cart to purchase. Do any of you have a favorite banned book? Are you interested in any of these books? If you are and have questions, please shoot me a message or comment. I'm always happy to discuss banned books. They're my favorites. 💜

#readychilledwine's random thoughts and blurbs #banned books #banned and challenged books

[mmkin]

Howdily doodily do! (Masterpost)

My writing archive (A03)

Hi, I am StrawberryCatBeans, and I write a variety of things/themes both original and fandom. Some light, some dark, some genfic, some naughty fic, etc etc.

If you enjoy my works, please leave a review, it is an author's lifeblood and lets me know what my readers like so I can produce more of that content for us all to enjoy.

I am a fan of various things, and enjoy discussing fandoms with other fans so you'll see me dabbling in various things, feel free to drop me a line, I don't bite (unless you're into that kind of thing, teehee)

Current fandoms include but are not limited to... Rise of the TMNT, One Piece (both anime and live action), Darkwing Duck (both versions)/Duck Tales (2017), Jackie Chan Adventures, Megaman, Marvel and DC (various) Dune (books and movies), a handful of K- and historical dramas, along with others.

I am friendly to teenagers because regardless of someone's age, they deserve to be treated with respect (and we are/were all teenagers once, right?) but be aware that some of what I produce is 18+/NSFW, any materials are labeled as such, minors please DNI. I have some teen-friendly stuff as well, and am happy to chat to anyone - regardless of age - about a wide variety of subjects, but I will NOT interact with minors regarding certain subjects. Please respect that.

I also add trigger/content warnings to what I make when necessary so please don't come bitching at me if you choose to ignore any warnings. Most of my stuff is vanilla but I do venture into some darker territory (variety is the spice of life, after all)

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Video game and misc blog I am also a published author under the name M.M. Kin and my books can be found on Amazon and Smashwords (also available at Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, and other book sites)

I also enjoy drawing, you can see various doodles I do here on my Tumblr. I am proud to report that no AI was involved in the creation of any of that art (or my writing, for that matter!)

It feels a little weird for me to be using this disclaimer but it's now March 2024 and I'm seeing some wild stuff in regards to AI and people trying to pass of that shit as their own and all that and I really feel like I need to make myself clear on that.

Since my Anne of Cleves drawing is such a hit, I think I'll pin it here too. :)

#strawberrycatbeans #writing #mm kin #mmkin

[playgrl0]

hi guys!

this is kinda important so i'd appreciate it if you'd take a minute to read through this.

i'll also add this to my navigation.

tw: contains mentions of suicide

so, i've been receiving a few asks from people asking me for "easy ways to off themselves" ect. and, first of all, if ur gonna send me an ask which includes any triggering topics PLEASE put a trigger warning first. you'll never know if it'll trigger me when i receive that ask or, it could trigger someone when i do post it. (i always put tw's) so please, add a trigger warning first or i won't respond.

it took me a few days to write this because i dont want to come off as rude or that i dont care or anything like that so i really hope u guys dont take it that way,

i have no issue with people coming into my inbox and asking for advice or if they just want to vent, ect. i like being there for people and listening. i know what its like to have no one to talk to and just wanting to let it out somewhere. i get it. however, i do have a problem with heavy topics like suicide. (and other very heavy topics) so please, please add a trigger warning first. im actually begging.

asking for advice how to "off yourself" is so???.... i would NEVER give advice on that. anyone in their right mind would not do that. if you think u need help, or want help, get professional help. asking a random person on the internet wont help u. call a hotline. visit websites, talk to family/friends, talk to a therapist, ect. there are so many options. i understand getting help is hard, it took me a while to get help as well. but, this is not the right way to do it.

its just very hurtful to read and it also makes me feel horrible because i cant actually help you. especially when youre on anon. like, i dont know who you are, i cant contact you. and it'll leave me fucking anxious and wondering if youre okay. are you hurt? are you still here?, ect. did i just hurt someone? am i the reason theyre not here anymore? these are just a few questions that'll drive me insane. this is so damaging.

so please, think before you send stuff like this and if you do, please, fucking PLEASE, put a trigger warning!!!

thank you

love, p.

<3 @ playgrl0

#p!talks!%* #important

[elskamo]

Alex's family is fundraising to cover funeral costs if anyone is able to contribute. Not 100% sure if Alex wasn't out completely before he passed, I and others knew him solely as Alex but the media coverage and fundraiser both use his deadname.

Please let me know if I need to add any trigger warnings to this or my other post!

#death #funeral #fundraiser

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

Amaryllis - Chapter 1

Summary: Set in an AU created by @dixbolik-lovers, in which the boys are ordinary humans sent to live with the sadistic daughter of the vampire king.

 Extract: “And finally, perhaps the most damning of all,” she said casually, as though she hadn’t been choking the life out of him only moments before. “I have very very sharp fangs,” a grin revealed her teeth and even through his swimming vision, Shin could see that they looked deadly. “And now, Tsukinami Shin, you’re about to find out what I use them for.”

A/N: As mentioned in the summary, this AU belongs to @dixbolik-lovers. Please check out their blog, their writing is simply amazing. I cannot thank them enough for letting me post this and giving me the inspiration to write it in the first place. Expect the boys to be a little softer than their canon selves as they’re no longer the ones with the power. Also, warning: this story is going to contain dark themes, depictions of violence and a lot of other things associated with the darker side of DL.

Chapter 1: Blood and Peaches

“Is this really the right place?” Shin asked, eyeing up the imposing mansion that stood before him and his brother. There was nothing wrong with the building per say, aside perhaps from a large and vaguely unkempt wisteria plant curling up one side of it. The odd thing, however, was that not a single light was visible from the outside, even though the sky had long since turned dark.

“It should be,” Carla muttered, his own suspicion at the place clear.

It seemed surreal, only two days earlier they’d been seated around their small dining room table, when a knock at the door revealed a man  Carla could vaguely remember from a couple of family and business gatherings in the distant past. He’d introduced himself as Karlheinz, a prominent businessman and the husband of their late cousin, before making them an offer they could ill afford to refuse. And now, Carla was beginning to feel the weight of that decision.

 “Damn, there’s not even any signal here.” Shin shoved his phone back into his pocket, attempting to balance their luggage using his other arm as he did so.

Carla glanced back down the gravel path, looking for the sleek black car that had transported them here but the only thing visible in the distance was an empty road. All they were left with was the entrance to the place that was supposed to be their new home.

There was no knocker on the dark wooden door and so Carla settled for rapping his knuckles against it. The sound was loud and clear but it seemed to draw no response. He knocked again, flickering through their options should no one answer. Unfortunately they were severely limited. For a moment nothing happened and Carla began to contemplate the very real possibility that they would have to walk along the side of the road until they could find the closest town.

Suddenly, the door to the mansion swung open and Carla peered at it for a minute, waiting for someone to step forward and usher them into building but no one appeared. Stepping inside, he searched for any signs of life and found none. While the entrance hall was decorated in a grand fashion, not too dissimilar to the one from their old home, there was no one in sight.

Shin came after him, dumping their luggage on the ground as soon as he was over the threshold.

“Oi, is anyone there?” He called before muttering, “don’t tell me the door just opened on its own.”

“Hmm…” The lack of a reception was rude but the vibe surrounding the mansion made the situation downright unsettling. It felt too much like a set up. Were he still a wealthy heir, Carla might have had cause for concern, but as matters stood, there was little anyone could gain from him. “We should see if -“ Carla broke off abruptly, hunching over as coughs racked his body.

“Shit!” Shin was at his side in an instant, guiding him to one of the plush seats by the wall. “Where’s your medication?” He said, his tone alarmed, but Carla only shook his head in response. He’d already taken enough medication for today, far more than he was supposed to and it was ultimately of little use. For all the pills they could prescribe him, no doctor, in the two years since the symptoms had first appeared, had actually been able give him a proper diagnosis.

Shin was just as much at his wits’ end as Carla himself, perhaps more so given that he was the only one left to take care of him when the flare-ups were at their worst.

They sat there for a few moments, Carla’s coughs the only sound audible in the large empty mansion. Shin curled his fists in frustration, he couldn’t take just sitting there, being unable to do anything. As soon as the fit had seemed to reach something of an end, he shot to his feet.

“The hell with this, I’m going to go and find someone.”

Carla thought for moment, before nodding. They would get nowhere if they stayed in the entrance hall all night, and as much as he knew it would be faster for them to split up and search for the house’s occupant separately, a tremble lurked in his limbs and he hated his younger brother seeing him so unsteady on his feet.

Just as Shin started to walk further into the house, Carla called out to him.

“Shin, don’t cause any unnecessary trouble.”

“Fine, I’ll be quick.” And with that he disappeared into the mansion’s dark halls.

***

Growing increasingly frustrated, Shin scowled as he came upon another dead end. Not only did this place seem to be devoid of any sort of inhabitants, but its corridors formed some twisted sort of maze as well. Turning back the way he came, the male shivered slightly as he walked through the unfamiliar halls, his light summer clothes doing nothing against the chill that hung in the air of the mansion.

This was beyond weird. He and Carla had agreed that Karl’s offer seemed suspicious but they were behind on rent for their cramped city apartment and it seemed that they had little left to lose. It’d been well over a year since they’d fallen into ruin, their father vanishing with what small amount of wealth remained and their mother passing soon after. With Carla’s illness, it hadn’t seemed their luck could get much worse, however now, in a strange mansion full of mostly poorly lit hallways, the crumby apartment didn’t seem so bad.

Something cold brushed against his hand and Shin flinched away from it, turning to find the perpetrator. All that greeted him was an empty corridor. A shiver ran down his spine. Shin was not easily scared, but there was something deeply wrong here. He should have spat in Karl’s face the moment he’d turned up on their doorstep. That man was a snake, he should have known that nothing good could come out of he and his brother involving themselves with him.

Just as he’d convinced himself to return to the entrance hall and get himself and his brother out of the creepy old mansion, a cold breath fanned over his ear and Shin felt his heart stop dead. Daring to look out of the corner of his eye, he couldn’t decide whether he was relieved or horrified that he couldn’t see anyone there. A dark chuckle echoed from his other side and Shin felt his nerves fraying. He needed to get out of this creepy as hell corridor. Now.

A door slammed shut at the end of the hall, the sound making him jump. Shin turned to go back the way he’d come and halted in his tracks. The hallway leading back to the entrance hall was cloaked in darkness. While the lighting in this place had thus far been dim at best, he didn’t remember having to walk through a pitch black corridor to reach this part of the house. His heart hammered like a drum inside his chest, this was like something out of an overly clichéd horror film.

Another bang sounded from the other end of the corridor and Shin whipped his head around to find yet more empty space. Someone was fucking with him, but even as he told himself that, it didn’t stop the tremor from entering his legs.

Just when he decided to venture through the darkness back to his brother, the lights in the corridor went out, plunging him into blackness.

He yelped in surprise and blindly grabbed the handle of the nearest door. Shin swung it open in a panic, barrelling into the room and slamming the door shut behind him. He even turned the lock for good measure. It was pathetic to be jumping at shadows but he couldn’t shake the hideous feeling curling in his gut.

As his heartbeat slowed, Shin examined the contents of the room, he’d entered. It was well lit compared to the dim corridors and a fire roared in the hearth, keeping the chill that seemed to permeate the rest of the mansion at bay. The bed was quite possible the grandest he’d ever seen, including from the time before his family had lost their fortune. Fine quality, dusty pink sheets patterned with black roses were draped over the king-sized mattress, a matching canopy hanging over it.  A plate of freshly sliced white peaches lay on a bedside table, along with a steaming cup of tea and a half read book that been casually left open to the side. This room was lived in, he realised, the question was, where was its occupant?

“Do you make a habit of entering young women’s bedrooms while they’re in the middle of bathing?” A feminine voice tinged with amusement spoke from the other side of the room.

Shin looked towards the source and found a woman standing in the doorway of what must have been an adjoining bathroom. She was tall and slender, the white fluffy robe she wore reaching just above the knee. Wisps of dark brown hair framed a pale face, with the rest being pinned up in a messy bun. Stunning, he thought absently, she was utterly stunning. And then he remembered who and where he was and shut off that particular train of thought immediately.

“Who are you?” He demanded, slightly furious that he and his brother had been left to linger in the entrance hall, while the mansion’s inhabitant had apparently been lounging in her bedroom eating peaches.

The female blinked at him. “Given that you appear to have locked yourself in my bedroom, I’d think it more fitting that you introduce yourself first.”

He didn’t want to admit that she had a point but he was all too aware of the bathrobe slowly slipping down her shoulder, revealing some of her chest. It was an effort not to stare and so he focused on his anger instead.

“I’m Tsukinami Shin. My brother and I were sent here by a man named Karlheinz,” he practically spat the name out. “Now who the hell are you?”

“Kuronagi Seiren,” the girl replied, slowly walking towards him. Something about the way she moved set his nerves on edge. It reminded him of the way a predator would stalk towards its prey. “Tsukinami, huh? Ah, my father did mention that some boys were coming to live here but he failed to inform me that you would be arriving today. My apologies, I’ll have someone get the rooms ready.” She extended a hand. “If you’re going to live here then I suppose we’d best get acquainted, unusual introduction aside.” A smile flashed across her face and for a moment Shin could have sworn he got a glance of too sharp teeth. He took her hand and nearly flinched the moment he touched her skin. It was ice cold in spite of the warmth of the bedroom. That awful feeling he’d had in the corridor came back full force and he felt the sudden urge to rush out the room, in spite of the questions he still wanted answered.

Slender fingers gripped his hand with a surprising strength and pulled him so that he was standing right in front of her. She was only an inch or so shorter than him and it meant her lips were in distractingly close proximity to his.

“Is something wrong, Tsukinami Shin? You look a little troubled,” she asked in a low voice, cold breath fanning over him.

“It’s nothing,” he replied hastily, trying to step away. Pretty as she may be, he didn’t want to touch her. Some gut instinct screamed at him that there was something horribly wrong with the beautiful girl who had freezing cold skin and too bright grey eyes.

Her grip on his arm remained strong however, and no matter how hard he pulled, she didn’t let go.

“Interesting,” she muttered, expression changing from one of false concern to curiosity. “Most humans aren’t quite this aware but you’re in a real hurry to get away from me, aren’t you? A lot of men would be falling over themselves to be in your position right now.”

Shin didn’t want to diagnose everything that was wrong with that statement.

“Let go,” he barked, curling his other hand into a fist. He was not above hitting a woman if he needed to, even though it was already a dent to his pride that he couldn’t simply wrench himself free.

She ignored his remark completely and continued to examine him with those big grey eyes. “I don’t think it’s because you’re prudish, not with the way your eyes keep glancing towards my chest. No, you can sense something, can’t you? Interesting, very interesting.”

“I told you to let go!” He swung his fist towards her gut and, at the same time, yanked his arm back with as much strength as he could muster. Before Shin could process what had happened, he was on the floor, his arm being wrenched behind his back.

“My, my, how feisty,” she breathed into his ear, her weight pressing down on him. “Don’t you know it’s generally frowned upon to hit a poor, defenceless woman.” Her voice dragged on the last few words.

“Get off of me!” Shin twisted fiercely underneath her, panic truly starting to set in. Every part of him was screaming that he needed to get away. Now, now, now.

“Oh no, let’s not have any of that,” Seiren said as though scolding a small child. She twisted his arm until he cried out from the pain. How could she be so strong?

“You!” He spat, only stilling to spare any further agony from lancing through his shoulder. “Just what the hell are you?”

“Do you feel like having a guess? Perhaps I’ll let you go if you get it right.” Frigid fingers trailed over the back of his neck, sending a shudder down his spine.

“Quit trying to play games with me! Just let go of me already, you damn bitch!” But the angry words were just to cover up his fear. This had to be a dream. There was no way he was being pinned to the ground by a slight woman who was so cold she might as well be dead.

“Now that,” Seiren twisted his arm further and a sickening pop rang out as she did. Shin howled in response to the pain. “Just won’t do. I won’t tolerate that sort of language towards me.” Her voice had changed from being full of amusement to something cold and hard. “Remember this pain, the next time you think it’s a good idea to address me in such a way. Now as for what I am…”

Her weight vanished from him for a moment before Shin was lifted from the floor and tossed onto the bed as though he weighed barely anything at all. Pained lanced through his shoulder at the impact and he hissed out a curse through his teeth.

“Really it shouldn’t be that hard to work out, so let’s sort through the clues, shall we? Firstly, I live in a big, dark mansion and I’m awake even though it’s the dead of night. Secondly-” she wrapped her hand lightly around his throat “-my skin is as cold as death itself. And then, there’s my physical strength, which is far far greater than yours.” Her hand tightened around his throat and Shin immediately began scrabbling at her hands. He couldn’t breathe. Although his fingernails scrapped against her skin, she didn’t let go and if anything she only squeezed harder. Just when he thought he might pass out, she released him and he took deep gasping breaths.

“And finally, perhaps the most damning of all,” she said casually, as though she hadn’t been choking the life out of him only moments before. “I have very very sharp fangs,” a grin revealed her teeth and even through his swimming vision, Shin could see that they looked deadly. “And now, Tsukinami Shin, you’re about to find out what I use them for.” Seiren leaned down over him he felt her mouth against his neck. Too weak from oxygen deprivation to try to struggle, Shin could only lie there as she slid her fangs into his skin. Pain sliced through his neck, hot and heavy. And then she was sucking on the wound, eagerly lapping up the blood that welled up from his flesh.

Seiren pulled her fangs from him, running her tongue, warmed by his blood, over the puncture wounds she’d left behind.

“Not bad, not bad at all.” He desperately tried to push her off with his good arm as she leaned in for another bite but he might as well have been pushing against a brick wall. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to cry out in pain or frustration at being so utterly helpless. And then her fangs were piercing him once again and he couldn’t think of anything at all. Shin wasn’t sure how long he lay there for, being fed from by some ungodly monster dressed in the skin of a pretty girl. Long enough that his vision began to swim and a soft ringing could be heard in his ears.

Panic surged at the thought that she might have robbed him of enough blood to kill him. But it remained trapped inside his chest as his limbs lay motionless at his sides. They felt so unbearably heavy, more like they were made of stone than flesh. When he was almost sure she’d gorged herself so much that there couldn’t be any more blood left in his veins, Seiren finally moved away from his neck.

“Well,” she whispered conspiratorially into his ear, “have you worked out what I am yet, human?”

“Vampire…” He wheezed as darkness claimed his vision. The last thing he saw was Seiren’s answering smile, revealing fangs still red from his blood. And then there was nothing at all.

***

Seiren rose from her bed and walked over to her bedside table. It was unlike her father to fail to give her exact dates, and she’d been rather caught off guard to find a rogue human wandering the halls. Still, she’d certainly been able to have some fun with him. Unfortunately however, she thought as she glanced at the still full teacup, it meant her tea had gone cold. Glancing back to her bed, a smirk formed on her lips. As lovely as it was to start the day with tea, it was far nicer to start it with blood. It’d been a while since she’d fed too, and the remaining blood on her lips tasted all the sweeter for it.

Reaching for a slice of peach, she mused over what to do with her new guest. He’d mentioned a single brother, which meant there must be one more human lurking in some other part of the house. If she remembered correctly, the letter from her father had mentioned thirteen boys, so it appeared they would be arriving separately.

However, Seiren was in a good mood and dealing with that could wait.

“Ah, is there anything better than starting the day with blood and peaches?” She asked, popping the sliver of fruit into her mouth.

A cold gaze swept over the unconscious boy on her bed. “You know, I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together, Shin.”

***

Chapter 2

#my writing #Amaryllis #AU #tw:choking #my OC #if anyone needs me to add any other trigger warnings you'll have to let me know #I edited this at almost 2am while running on 5 hours of sleep which was a really questionable decision

[rouge-variant]

Hello! I loved the fic you wrote for me so I have another Levi Ackerman x femreader request in the canon universe where they're not in a relationship yet and are enemies and he's the usual cold Captain whereas she is his cadet. For the plot, I was thinking of Levi being so annoyed at the reader that he orders her to do a personal expedition with him but he starts to notice that she's not her usual sharp self towards him and then she ends up fainting or something and he has to look after her. Preferably where they're in the middle of a forest somewhere and it's getting dark so he has to set up a camp for them both. Fluff, angst and hurt/comfort would be much appreciated. Hope that's okay, thanks :)

Absolutely!!! I'm so glad that you came back!!! I gave you an ask earlier, asking if you wanted this to be 'enemies to lovers' or 'enemies to friends'. My Tumblr has been glitching so I'm not sure if you saw it or not but you've been waiting for this for too long so I'm sending it now. Let me know if you wanted it changed to enemies to friends! I struggled with writing this one but I still enjoyed it, so let me know if there's anything you wanted changed! Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!!!

Levi Ackerman x Y/n: Wrong Idea

Trigger Warning: there will be mentions of fainting and Levi and Y/n being idiot jerks to each other because they don't know what to do with their emotions. Nothing too serious but please keep this in mind while you read.

He hated you and you hated him. How else did it need to be said? It was clear that Levi never wanted you in his space and you never wanted him in your space. Yet Erwin still assigned you to Levi's sqaud, where you have to deal with him. Every. Single. Day.

Last time you checked, you didn't do anything to receive this poor treatment. Levi just decided, 'sure let's be angry at Y/n just because we can' and it pisses you off.

So like an other person would do, you ignored him. You already had constant missions to worry about and you didn't need to have an additional distraction. Since you've been added to Levi's sqaud, you've constantly found him to be critiquing you more than anyone else. You're better with your ODM skills than Oulo. The added pressure hasn't help either. You're a pretty sensitve person under the surface and you take the negativity poorly. As a result, you started training more on your own, often overworking yourself and staying out past curfew which only increases the nagging from Levi.

Your behavior didn't make any sense to Levi. He thought that you were going to back off and start listening to him more after constant punishments and harsh scoldings during training. Yet you still continued to sneak out late and find other ways to piss him off. You were going to get yourself killed one of these days and he didn't need to add another person to the list of soldiers he failed to protect.

This was your fault. It was your fault that he was mixing up his emotions and struggling to get you out of his head during the long night his insomnia kept him up. He's never felt like this before and it scared him. He hated the idea of seeing you go out on a mission and not come home. But you were always so reckless that you created a distraction to him, which is why he constantly was harsh to you. It was the only way he could cope with the confusing emotion that you created.

He planned to end this and get you to stop being a reckless brat. So when the next supply base check in approached, Levi planned to take you alone with him. Maybe once you two were away from the rest of the nosey Scouts, you'll finally tell him what's going on and the problem will be solved.

"What?! Since when have you taken your subordinates individually on missions?" You snapped once Levi had told you the plan. Just what you needed. More one-on-one time with your 'favorite' person. If your words affect him, Levi didn't show.

"We leave at sunrise tomorrow" he responded then dismissed you from his office. You left with a loud slam of his door and made your way back to your room. You were exhausted and dizzy from missing dinner. You knew that you weren't going to be able to keep up to his standards tomorrow, let alone your own but you refused to take a night off of your grueling night training.

The following day, you were ready to go waiting for Levi in the stables. Your horse already tacked up and ready to go. You gave Levi a nod as a greeting and the two of you headed out in silence. You knew the route to the supply base at the old castle ruins well as you often joined Hange when it was their turn to check on it. Levi led his horse ahead of you which you were very grateful for. Your mind was all foggy with exhaustion and your body ached in pain from overexertion due to pushing yourself too hard last night. You used more of your energy to focus on keeping your balance on your horse than focusing n your surroundings which gained Levi's attention.

"Brat have you been listening to me?" He scoffed, startling you out of your haze momentarily.

"Of course I have. I didn't find it interesting enough to keep listening Captain" you sassed and pushed forward. Levi rolled his eyes, giving up the battle for now. He knew something was up, more than usual, but your stubborn self wasn't helping his investigation. He would press more once you finished the initial mission since the remains of the castle were now in sight. You smiled slightly at the sight of the castle as it would give you a break from your captain's presence.

"Give me the list and I'll start the initial inspection," you said after getting off your horse and leaning against them to steady yourself from the sudden dizzy spell that hit. Levi raised an eyebrow at your sudden weakness as you've never had problems getting down from the animal.

"No, I want you waiting here until whatever 'that'," he referred to your unsteadiness, "has passed. I'll start" He ended the conversation and headed into where the Scouts hid their supplies. Once he was out of sight, you mocked him silently and sat against the wooden post that the horses were tied to. You hated the way his concern made your heart flutter. You were supposed to hate him, not act like a lovestruck idiot. Besides, you already felt like crap, you didn't need to throw 'love' into the mix.

Your head started pounding from your exhausted state and you had to fight against your eyelids to stay alert for when Levi returned. This hasn't happened before and the black dots gathering in your eyesight, started to scare you. Maybe you really did push yourself too hard. But Levi would never let you live it down if you ended up passing out on his watch.

"Oi Brat, you're up" the piece of paper was shoved into your hands as Levi suddenly appeared in front of you. His brows furrowed at your slow reaction and he was about to point it out but you got up quickly.

"Took you long en-*ngg*" Yup not your smartest move. The dizziness came back three times worse and suddenly the small black dots became one giant blur as you felt yourself fall.

"Y/N?!" Levi grabbed you and held you against him to break your fall. You were unresponsive as he shifted his hold and lowered you to the ground gently. You were still breathing, much to his relief. But you were in no condition to travel back home. So instead, he picked you up and made his way inside and up to the higher levels of the castle. That way, you both had cover from the Titans come the early morning in case you still didn't wake up by then. He made a makeshift bedroll for you from some of the blankets the supply base had and covered you with his cloak while he started a fire.

"What the hell have you done to yourself Y/n?" he muttered softly so as to not disrupt your sleep. He knew that this was partly on him as well but for now, you waking up was the top thing on his mind. He reached over and moved the stray hair out of your face before letting you be.

"Smart Levi, real smart" he scolded himself for his actions that led to this while he watched the sun finish setting.

It took until midday for you to wake up. This time, feeling far more refreshed than other times. You unwrapped yourself from the blankets but let Levi's cloak on, finding comfort in it, before making your way down to find him. He was with the horses and the minute yours smelt you, it whinnied, getting his attention. You've never seen Levi's face relax, so seeing it now was a complete shock. But it made your heart flutter nonetheless.

"Good to see you finally woke up. Care to explain what happened yesterday?" Levi's voice was demanding but it was gentler than normal. You dropped your gaze as you responded.

"I fainted, what else do you need to know?" you mumbled. Footsteps caused you to lift your head and have his steel eyes bore into yours.

"I need to know the cause behind it...because I know that I'm partially responsible for it" he sighed and it made you relax slightly.

"You think? Took you long enough" you scoffed trying to cover up the vulnerable side you were showing at the moment but his glare quickly made you correct yourself.

"Your scoldings during training have made me feel like you see me as unworthy of being part of your squad, so I've started doing extra training into the evenings to make up for it but I guess I've pushed myself too far" you hated how easily the confession fell out of your mouth. Levi responds with only a nod, leading to several seconds of silence before he speaks up again.

"I see. I should've caught onto that earlier. This was a mistake on my part" that was the closest you've ever heard to Levi apologizing to you were going to take it. You nodded and muttered out a quiet thanks before falling silent again.

"I'm glad to see that you're doing better now. You gave me quite a scare yesterday" he speaks up again, shocking you for the second time. Since when did he finally care about you instead of hating you?

"I've never hated you Y/n" oh crap, you said that out loud didn't you?

"I'm your captain, that itself means that you are under my protection, but lately there's been another reason. One that I'm struggling with understanding is why I treated you the way I did. I'm in love with you Y/n but that scares me. I don't want to see you leave just like everyone else that I've cared for. Losing you is something I don't think I can handle" he rambles and his ears heat up. You, on the other hand, are at a loss for words. He loves you? Captain Levi, the man who you thought hated your guts, is in love with you.

" I am too," you say quietly. If he just confessed to you, then why not do it as well. He was going to find out sooner or later.

"I've only been trying to be someone who you respect in your squad instead of a burden"

"You've always had my respect for your skills. it was your attitude that was the problem" You chuckled at his remark.

"Then maybe this is something we can work on together if you wanted to" you offered and Levi nodded with a softer expression.

"I like that. But for now, let's get you home. I want you getting more rest as soon as we get back" He took your hands and pulled you along gently.

"Aye Captain" You smiled and Levi shook his head.

"Just Levi when we're alone Y/n" he corrected and your smile grew.

"Aye Levi!"

Who would've thought that the two of you both ended up sharing the same feelings? Erwin did, that's why he placed you two together in the first place. He knew that you guys would make it work and he was tired of seeing Levi act like a love-sick idiot all the time, in his own way. Now hopefully this will create more peace and maybe make his friend enjoy life a little more now that Levi has you by his side.

#levi ackerman fluff #aot x reader #levi ackerman x y/n #levi x you #levi ackerman #aot x y/n #levi x reader #drabbles #levi x reader hurt comfort #levi x reader angst #levi Ackerman x Y/n fluff #levi ackerman x reader #Levi ackerman x Y/n

[comfort-comfort-comfort]

Kankuro

Comfort Headcannons

Hey, I am Rae! Written below is a couple comfort headcanons I wrote. The two links below are the songs I listened to while writing along with the trigger warnings, please read them carefully. Appreciate you!

🚫Reader is experiencing an extended emotional low, gender of reader is not specified, boob/peck mentioned(non`sexualy), and Kankuro has a potty mouth.

Let me know if you think any Trigger Warnings should be added, if it could benefit you or anyone you know, I would love to add them.

💽Dark Read(Slowed) by: Steve Lacy

💽Time Moves Slow by:BadBadNotGood

🛠Kankuro is constantly telling you where he is going to be; Just incase. "Babe, I am going down stairs,- stomp if you need me." He doesn't know what emergency could possibly happen in the minutes or hours he is gone; but if he leaves it to his morbid imagination, it would be terrible. "I'm gonna take a shit, then a nap. Yell if you need me, I could be here in like 3 seconds. Well, make it like 5 and a quarter seconds if I'm still on the pot.-"

🛠His youth was hectic and as a result he is on edge, not in fear of his safety but for your well being. "You going to be alright, or nah?" He whole heartedly thinks he has a sixth sense when it comes to you. You can assure him, you'll be fine, but he think he knows better. You'll catch him making excuses not to go places or do certain things or hang out with certain people. But only his close circle will hear the truth.

🛠"Nope, gonna go home early today, Gaara." He sighs and stuffs his hands in his pockets and leans back on his heals, "No, nothings wrong or anything, just think my Babe is having a bad day." He likes that Gaara and Temari are so invested in your well being and asking questions, "No, they didn't mention anything this morning, but I fuckin know it, somethings wrong, I just got that feeling while we were in the negotiations this morning."

🛠Temari doesn't have the heart to tell him that the feeling is just anxiety and Gaara doesn't know any better.

🛠When he sees you emotional he not surprised but still terrified. Stopping over to where you are, "What's wrong with you?" Grabbing your arms in a gentle but firm grip, lifting them up and over your head so he can inspect them. Rolling down your sleeves, or pulling up the back of your shirt so he can see your spine and shoulder blades. Pulling you along and checking you over the way you would a china doll or a puppet. If you don't respond right away or deny it, he is literally grabbing your leg, bending your knee, and checking your ankles, doing the most.

🛠"Why are you upset?"holding your chin with one hand and feeling the temp of your forehead with the other, before turning your face side to side to look for bruises or cuts. He is whiping your face clean and looking around the house, moving quick."Why the hell didn't you send for me? I could have been here!" Walks around opening random doors and looking around as if a burglar is chilling in your broom closet, or sadness hiding on the top shelf of your pantry.

🛠when you tell him he gets super into it; his reactions are animated and expressive. Every sentence is a cliff hanger for him and he has to react because he wants you to know he is invested in you.

🛠"So, like, what are we gonna do about it?"

🛠He is the type to get upset if the answer is "nothing." Cause there is always a plan in his head, always an obvious answer. 'If this happens we do this' or 'if that happened than we won't do that,' if the head is blown off one of his puppets, he makes the head into a rocket loncher. Boom planed and executed. He is frustrated when he can fix whatever has you down, he is used the being in control and pulling the strings. It scares him to think that your health, happiness, and life's problems can't be solved by a tug of a string.

🛠His childhood was only about bettering his craft and planning ahead so things that aren't logic based always stump him, he doesn't know how to comfort you in every situation. He has close family he can rely on though.

🛠When things are especially difficult for him to understand or respond to he will tell Temari or Gaara, they understand his struggles and could give helpful advise, sometimes.

🛠It can get you in strange situations though, Gaara told him that you releasing frustration could help, and Tamari told him he doesn't spend enough time with you, his sensei said you were being moody and needed more sleep. He didn't agree with any of them, but he tries for you.

🛠He comes home with new plates, picture frames, and pottery. Then strategically works it into conversation that you have too many of A, B, and C; what should you do? He then is like, "Wouldn't it be cool if we, like, smashed all of the old plates? Sounds like fun to me... Who knows, it could help relieve some... frustration... maybe?"

🛠He wants you to know that he still likes you, even when you are unhappy, he and Gaara where shafted as children when they weren't perfectly agreeable. He wants you to know that his love isn't conditional, that is what he is trying to get across to you. Especially when acting out Temari's advice. Instead, what you get is Kankuro suddenly remembering that he hasn't see you in 15minutes, so he is putting down a puppet, sprinting upstairs, and standing in the doorway, all weird like. "Hey, I still love you." He nods to himself, "and I'd still love you if you were a little bit more of an asshole to, just a heads up." He then turns around and goes back down stairs.

🛠He even follows his sensei's advice even though he thought it was stupid. That night and every night for a while he asks, "What's good?" And he wants to hear about every thought you had that day, important ot not. No one was there to listen to him when he was a kid. His father was shit, his sister was struggling herself, and Gaara had the emotional understanding of an infant. He wants to understand you and you understand his thoughts and responses. After the long talk he will ask, "Am I doing this right?"

🛠"Am I doing this how you want?" Should he be nicer? Should he stop trying so hard? Should he stop smothering you? Should he really trust his own instincs? Would it be wrong to hold you now? He has never been close to others the way he is and wants to be with you. He honestly doesn't know, "Is this what you wanted, could you tell me if you needed something else?" Your comfort is his comfort and he wants you to feel better so he can be better.

🛠He takes comfort differently than most but still knows what it should feel like. He will be the big spoon and wrap his arm around you to grab your peck/boob, it is warm, soft to the touch, and he can feel your heartbeat. And if he can do something to take your mind off of the trouble, even for a second, he will. This is something only he can do, something special he earned the right to, something intimate and comfortable. His hand kneads and massages is you in his sleep, as if hes pulling strings.

🛠He complains to his siblings and sensei about how dumb he feels for trusting their strange advice, and they blame him for applying it incorrectly but apologize anyway.

🛠 Gaara sends flowers, Temari sends letters and a meal, Baki sends a half assed apology, but best of all- Kankuro's two nephews send hand made cards. They say strange things like: "Uncle Kank stinks but I hope your happy." Or "Get well soon even if you're not sick"

🛠Kankuro nearly cries over the messages his loved ones send with him, "Listen, I know I'm all shity with feelings but you're loved." He says it quietly, holding you close, whispering it into the shell of your ear, like it is a dirty secret. "yeah, you're loved by a bunch of weirdos, but like, take what you can get."- It isn't a secret, he tells everyone he meets you're his one special person and all of his homicidal family loves you to, and if he didn't say it, people would still know.

🛠probably by the purple face paint slightly smeared off his lips from when he kissed you last, or the practically permanent purple stain on the back of your neck from him cuddling you before his shower.

by: Comfort-comfort-comfort

Thank you for reading, stay safe, and I'd love to hear from you.

#comfort-comfort-comfort #naruto comfort #naruto imagines #naruto x y/n #naruto x you #kankurō #kankuro x reader #kankuro x y/n #kankuro smut #kankuro comfort #gaara x you #gaara of the desert #gaara of the sand #gaara x reader #gaara x y/n #kankuro headcanons #kakuro imagine #kankuro of the sand

[itsthestutterforme]

Becoming Mine (Vincenzo)

Summary: Y/N is working with Vincenzo and a loyal ally from Italy. Han seok captures her and tortures her for information. She holds out longer than he hoped and wants her loyalty for himself.//SMUT WARNING, MINORS DNI

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Jang Hanseok sent Ms. Choi to get her hands dirty and oversee the torture of Y/N for information. Y/N and Vincenzo grew up in the Mafia together. They taught each other everything.

He has asked Y/N for help with taking down Babel and she said yes without any questions asked. And now she has to suffer the consequences of loyalty.

First they started with electrocution. They tied her to a metal chair and put spark plugs on the back side of the chair. They would send a jolt, each longer than the last. "Go to hell!" She yells at Ms. Choi after the jolt that lasted 20 seconds.

Then they moved on to cutting with the thinnest daggers. Death by a thousand cuts, she always thought it was a cliche thing to use. But hey, to each their own torture method.

Her hair sticks to her forehead and the sides of her neck as he digs his knife across her collar bone. "Fuck!"

Ms. Choi walks into Hanseok's office with a grimace. "What's wrong?" "She's not breaking. She's a lot stronger than I thought." Ms. Choi says, linking her hands behind her back. Hanseok stands from his chair and rounds the desk.

"What tactics have you used?" He asks. "Electrocution, cutting, waterboarding, fire and even bludgeoning and she still tells me to go to hell." Choi rambles.

"I could use someone of her loyalty," Hanseok states. "I want to meet her," he adds. "With all due respect, sir, she'll never agree to that. She's endure days of torture for Vincenzo, she isn't going to give him up or betray him. She's willing to risk her life for him." "Will you risk your life for me?" He asks, searching her face for a response.

"I'll kill anyone you tell me to, sir," "That didn't answer my question. I still want to see her." He says. Ms. Choi drives him to the warehouse where they keep Y/N. She was currently unconscious from the pain she has endured. Hanseok's face grimaced and he says, "You took get your hands dirty a little too literally."

Y/N gasped as she regain consciousness and she groaned softly. She looked up to see Jang Hanseok and he smiles. "Who the hell are you?" She asked before spitting out some blood in her mouth. "Hopefully, I'll be your new boss." He says, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "In your dreams, tough guy." She snarks.

A man punches her across the face and she looked at him with pure annihilation and vexation. That look gave Hanseok butterflies in his stomach. The feeling was beyond the norm and he had no idea what the origin was. She opened her mouth to say something else but Hanseok intercepted.

"Touch her again, and I'll have you thrown off a building." He threatens. Hanseok watched as the man stepped away from her. "You, cut her loose," He adds, pointing to another man.

"Sir, are you sure about this?" Choi asked and he didn't answer. She was cut free and the first thing Y/N grabs is the man's throat before breaking it.

Another man came at her and she ducked under the punch before punching him twice in his armpit before punching his throat. She limps over to the table where her weapons were and grabbed her smaller knives.

She tossed them in the air and within seconds, three men dropped dead with the knives in their skulls. Which only left Ms. Choi and Jang Hanseok.

She grabs a gun from one of the corpses and aimed it at them. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you both," "Do that and my men sets that entire plaza on fire with everyone inside."

"I'm calling your bluff lady, you're just trying to save your ass because you know that I'll put bullet in your head without blinking," she says as she cocks the gun and applies steady pressure on trigger.

"Wa-" she pulls the trigger and sends a bullet straight through Ms. Choi's head. Hanseok chuckles wryly before saying, "Now I'm in need of a new lawyer and strategist," he says, his hands still stuffed in his pockets.

"Who are you?" "The CEO of Babel," he answers nonchalantly. "So you're the one who started all this,"

"Well I can't take all the credit. She had her fair share," he says, referencing to Ms. Choi. Red dots appear on Y/N chest and she notices. "I have this place surrounded. One move to shoot me and you'll get shot to pieces. Just take the easy way and work for me. It'll be a lot of fun." "Right, like killing innocent people is fun,"

"It seems like you enjoy killing people." "Only those who deserve it," she snaps. "Regardless of your intentions, my guys wills drop you before you can fire. Question is, do you want to live and be treated like a queen?"

She doesn't respond and he adds, "Or I can kill both you and your mother. She loves to visit a little shop in.. Siena, right? What's it's called again?"

Her grip tightens on the gun before tossing it across the room. "Kill her and I promise to kill you and every single one of your sponsors," "Looks like you and I have more in common than we thought. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He walks out of the warehouse and she hesitantly follows.

Y/N's POV

You sigh softly as you stepping into the cold, crisp in contrast of the warm, misty air in bathroom. You had pulled your hair into a loose ponytail before you put on Hanseok's shorts and t-shirt. You hate to say it, but his clothes were extremely comfortable. He promised to take me out shopping tomorrow for clothes.

"I didn't know what you liked so I bought everything," he says, referencing to the various plates of food on the kitchen counter. Your eyes settle on kimchi jiagae and you make your way over to the table.

You a grab a few bowls to try some of the kimchi jiagae, bulgogi, dakdoritgang, dakgangjeong and mixed rice. You set them on the tray sit on the pillow he prepared for you.

"You like spicy food, huh?" He says and you nod. "Yeah, my brother likes spicy food too." You wait until he comes back with his tray of food to dig in. You hum lowly as you eat your bulgogi and you feel a hand touch my chin. You pull away and look at him with confused.

"What the hell are you doing?" "I'm sorry, I just.. you look.. you're beautiful," "If you think that you can someone convince me into sleeping with you, you have another thing coming,"

"What? I can't appreciate your beauty without something in return?" He asks innocently. "Hell no," you sneer. He chuckles before saying, "I'm going to have some fun with you."

Over the next few weeks, he has bought you a whole new wardrobe, shoes and jewelry. He's even made sure my hair and nails are done with complementary spa days.

He's been pampering you ever since you were a part of his life. You've been enjoying it but you've developed a sense of waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It also raises questions. Why did he choose you? How long will this pampering thing last? Is your mom still held hostage? What is he planning on doing with Vincenzo?

"Hey, kitten." You roll your eyes at his new pet name for you. You have no idea where he got it from because you are nothing like a kitten. You were playful or adventurous, but you were high maintenance.

"How many times do I have to tell.." you trail off as you see him in a light blue three piece suit with white leather shoes. His hair was combed to the side with gel and you could smell his cologne from where you sat.

"Why are you dressed like that?" "Do you like it?" He say, nearing you slowly. "No," you lie and he smiles at you. "You sure about that?" He leans his hands on either side of you and ducked his head to be at your eye level. "I bought you a matching dress. Get dressed, we leave in an hour."

He nudges his nose against yours before leaving the room and leaving you hot and bothered. Ever since you walked in on him lifting weights without his shirt, your mind came up with various, filthy scenarios that made your panties soaked.

You stand up from the chair and walked into the bedroom to see a goregous silk, light blue dress with diamond seam around the midrange of the stomach.

You take a shower and apply your favorite lotion and perfume before you slide on the dress. You latch on the sparkly, light blue heels. You put on your robe and sit down to apply some foundation, highlight and mascara on to your face.

You were just about to clip your hair up and leave a few curls out but you hear Hanseok say, "Leave your hair down." You look at him through the mirror to see him leaning his arm on the door frame, pulling his dress shirt taught around his solid biceps. He eyes you with a soft smile on his face. "You look beautiful," he says as he nears you once again.

"I know." You stand up and meet him half way across the room. "Shall we?" He says , offering you his arm. "Let's just get this night over with,"

**

You two return at one in the morning and you were infuriated. He spent the whole night flirting with random women at the gala. "You make no sense to me, Jang Hanseok." You say, taking off your earring and tossing them on the dresser.

"What makes you say that?" He asks, sitting on the bed to take off his shoes. "You pamper me with all these gifts, clothes, jewelry to convince me to stay in your life and then you spend the entire night flirting with every one you could lay your eyes on." You snap.

He takes off his vest with a sigh and loosens his tie. "I wanted to see if you cared. Cared about me and my attention." "Well, do you?" He adds. "If I didn't care, do you think I would have said anything?" You snap.

He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you inches away from his face. He tightens his grip and says through gritted teeth, "I've had enough of your attitude, just answer the question."

"I just did." His fingers dig into you neck enough to cause discomfort but not enough to break skin. "Do you care about me?" He asks. "Unfortunately, yes." "Why unfortunately?" "It only makes it harder to-" "

"To betray me?" You push his hand away and say, "What the hell makes you think of something like that? I was going to say it makes it harder to say no but you always think everyone is out to get you. It should be me asking the qu-"

He stops your rant by slamming his lips on yours. One hand rests on the back of your head and the other smooths over the dip of your back.

Your fingers work on unbuttoning his shirt as you walk him onto the bed. He sits on the edge and pulls you into his lap. You pull his shirt off his shoulder and leave kisses up his chest in it's wake.

He moans softly and you could feel his hard on press against your inner thigh. You tug the rest of his shirt off and push his back on the bed. You buck your hips against him and a soft whine leaves his lips.

You quiet him by tenderly biting down on his bottom lip. His lips latched onto yours and presses your core harder against him.

He pulls your hair gently to evade your attention from his lips. He rolls you on you stomach and stands. "Han seok, what are you-" he rips the dress open from the back, making you yell out in surprise.

"Damn it, I liked that dress." "There's plenty more where that came from kitten," he smooths his hands up the back of your legs and squeezes your ass.

You pull off the rest of your mangled dress, leaving you in your white lace set. "And don't you dare rip-" he rips the lace underwear in two and pulls you so your knees are on the edge of the bed. "I'm going to kill you, Han seok."

"I've been wanting to get a taste of you since I set my eyes on you." You let out a squeak when you feel his hot breath agaisnt your core.

You've never been in the position before so you have no idea what the expect. He licks up the stripe with slow, deep licks, each lick lasting longer on your clit. "Oh God," you grip the sheets with a white knuckle grip when he curls his tongue along the upper wall and caresses a g-spot. Your legs started to shake and loud moans leave your lips when he slips in two fingers and curled them hard.

You tried crawling away from him, feeling overwhelmed of the pleasure but he holds you back by your thighs. With a few more licks, you release yourself on his tongue and he hums with satisfaction.

"You taste a lot better than I thought, baby." Your body already started to twitch and you could tell that this was going to be a long night.

You roll onto your back and chills roll down your spine when you see him licking your juices off of his fingers. Pushing yourself backwards, he pulls you closer to him by your ankles. "Han seok, please. It's too much."

"You're doing great, kitten. Just relax and let it wash over you." He says softly, pecking your lips before settling himself between your legs once again.

He spreads your legs wide before he sucks on your clit harder and faster than the first time, sending shock waves through your body. "Fuck! Oh my God!"

Looking down at him, he locks eyes with you and he completely devours your bundle of folds. He alternate between licking side to side and up and down with a curl of his tongue.

Your back arches and stars cloud your vision as you come down from your second high. He pulls away from you with his lower face covered in your juices. "Come here," he lifts your trembling body and dropping it into his lap. He smooths his hands over your ass before unbuckling his dress pants.

He pulls down his boxers and his erection stands up tall, making your whimper. He's going to destroy you. "I'll be gentle," he whispers, lifting your chin to meet his gaze.

You nod your head in agreement and lines himself up at your entrance. Throwing your head back as your walls expand and contract around him. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his neck and he bounces you in his lap.

Time slows a few seconds when you meet his gaze. "Oh God," you chant as the knot intensified in your stomach. "I'm close, Han seok."

His lips locked with yours and your boys jolts forward when his thumb rubs hard circles on your clit. Your entire body spasms as he cums inside of you but he continued to rub circles until you came.

He stayed buried inside of you while you sat in his lap as you both catches your breaths. Resting his forehead against yours, he says, "I love you. You believe me what I say that, right?"

You nod and holds the sides of your face. "Say it," "I love you," "Good girl," he pulls out of you and slides you both under the covers.

You lay directly ontop of him with a thin sheet covering the both of you, sighing as he draws circles on your back.

#kdrama fanfic #vincenzo #kdramas #smut

[bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love]

Do you have any type of writing tips? When I write most of the times I get lazy other times my wording isn't good enough and nearly nobody notices my work or bothers to read it. All of this resulted in me deleting everything I wrote. Since your writing is so good. I just wanted know if you have any sort of advice?

I'm flattered that anyone would ask me for tips. I'm sorry you are feeling like this but I get it. My writing needs so much improvement but let's see.

1. Pace yourself. Do not burn out. I know alot of times people will post so much at once and it will kill your enthusiasm.

2. Don't try to please everyone, you can't. Wriye from the heart of well what's be5ween your legs if you do smut. Chances are if it turns you on it will others.

3. Make sure to tag your stuff. For instance I use the most popular tags (Shigaraki x reader Shigaraki tomura x reader tomura Shigaraki x reader Shigaraki smut mha fic. Make sure you are tagging things that are triggers but do these last. That way the character tag will show up.

4. Don't be in a hurry to post. Read it over several times then let it sit cause I guarantee you'll see something you could of changed.

5. I usually start by making a very rough draft that bullet points all the main ideas I want to do. Then go back and add more. And keep doing that. When your done proof read several times.

6. I have a cheat sheet of words or phrases I like (literary 9 docs full) so I'll go through there and put them in the draft somewhere to see if I can add them later.

7. Jot down any inspiration you get during the day. That's when my best ideas are scense come to me, at work, so I would quickly type them up.

8. Read other fics. You may see a term or a way of describing something that you like just make sure to not straight out copy it.

9. It helps to get reblogs by other writing accounts. I only reblog Shigaraki stuff on my blog but if you write for him I'd be happy to reblog. Reblogs are life on here and are not done enough.

10. Don't compare yourself to others. I do this. Tumblr is not really popular and declining. I've seen great fics get no attention. My stuff use to easily get over 300 in 2 days now it takes a month. I see other writers who use to get 1000s in a week get 200.

11. DO NOT FORCE IT. Let the writing flow. If you have to force it people can tell and write what you want. Just know people want it to apply to them so describing has to be vague and it can be difficult although for me I can easily read a fic with flat chested or chubby reader and change it in my head to a busty girl like me so I'm never offended but alot are

12. Don't use the same word all the time. I'd your writing cock everytime (in the same fic) it gets old use different terms (dick hardness length etc)

13. Check spelling and grammar. There are apps but you can have someone proof read. I'm so bad at not proof reading. Feel free to ask people for help as well.

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[ghost-nabbers-imagines]

👶 The baby is mine isnt it? Larry x reader

Ok so two things about this request. One, this is Larry's I have one started for Sal but really wanted to get this one up And two, a trigger warning is in effect. And in both instances the husband or boyfriend is an asshole who does not treat you well but it's going to be bad in Sal's.

Larry

I never meant to be the kinda guy who slept with another man's girlfriend. People who cheated on their partners were assholes and I wasn't like that. However, Sebastian was worse than any other asshole I've ever met. I've always thought he treated (Y/n) terribly and that she deserved better. I mean the guy treated her like shit, he was constantly poking fun at her, and making her feel bad about herself.

The day the affair happened she showed up at my door crying about how he had apparently cheated on her with a friend of his. We spent the night at my place hanging out like always except we got a bit too drunk and ended up having sex. It was the best sex I'd ever had with anyone and I knew that my love for her was genuine. I thought she felt the same way about me, I thought she would leave him and finally be mine. But I was so wrong.

She all but promised me she was leaving him that they were done. She told me she was leaving him for good this time, but a month later they were back together and she was avoiding me all together. I noticed she was different after that, more closed off, distant, almost scared. It was two months after that Ashley informed us that (Y/n) was pregnant. The news broke my heart and shocked me to my core.

It took me two weeks to get fed up with my feelings and to tell myself I had to to confront her about it. Pulling my hood up over my messy brown hair I trudged down the snow covered pavement. My hands were trembling and my mouth was dry, not because of the weather but from nerves to how she'd be towards me. Had I become a dirty secret that she wanted to hide away? Did she lie when she said she'd always felt that way?

As I knocked on her door a million ways this could go wrong flashed through my head. 'Shes pregnant with his baby what are you doing here?' My head practically screamed at me. Before I could turn and run the lock clicked and the door opened. (Y/n) peaked her head through the door her eyes widening when she saw me. She stepped out into the hallway closing the door.

"Hey Larry."

"Hey really that's all you have to say?"

"I'm sorry I know this is hard to understand right now but please try and believe me I'm doing what's best."

"I thought you were leaving him but now all of a sudden your pregnant?"

"Larry I wanted to leave I did but the baby changed things."

"Did you know you were pregnant when we slept together?"

"N-no I swear I-"

"And what about how much we drank that night? Did you tell the doctor you had gotten drunk within the first month?"

"Larry-"

"No please explain to me how you could be so damn careless. Not just to me but to the baby. And with everything you've told me about that jackass how could you want to raise a kid with him? Do you seriously think he'll get any better? For fucks sake (Y/n) are you really gonna let him treat your kid that bad?"

I truly didn't want to be yelling at her but I couldn't help it I was angry and hurt. Silent tears were cascading down her cheeks falling to the floor. Part of me wanted so badly to wrap my arms around her and stop her tears but the other part of me was focused on the pain in my chest. She didn't bother to wipe her tears away till the door clicked open again. Sebastian stepped out a frown already plastered on his face.

He glared at me in a way animals look at their rivals. It took every ounce of strength I had to not pounce on him, however whether I liked it or not he was still the father of her child. She would need him and that almost angered me even more. "What's going on here?" He asked putting his arm around (Y/n)'s shoulders making her flinch. I clenched my jaw shut balling my hands up into fists in my hoodie pockets.

"Nothing. I was just leaving." I scoffed turning to leave. "Wait Larry please." (Y/n) pleaded in a broken voice making me stop in my tracks. "Yeah. Larry (Y/n) hasn't told you the good news yet." He said in an odd voice. I turned to face the two, (Y/n) was looking away fresh tears pooling in her eyes. He had a boastful smile as he lifted up her left hand revealing a small diamond ring.

I like a sharp knife had pierced right into my heart at the sight. (Y/n) couldn't face me but she had tears falling down her face again. "We're engaged. Right after graduation we're getting married and then moving to Santa Fe with my mom." He informed me. "Congrats. You deserve each other really." I spat turning to leave their building. I felt numb but also broken as I made my way home.

What was the point of any of this any more? The girl I'd been in love with since fifth grade was pregnant and engaged to another man. I had truly lost her for good. I hated thinking I had become just another regret to her. Our drunken one night stand was nothing but that to her while I had hoped it would be the first of many times I'd get to be intimate with the girl i loved.

With slumped shoulders and silent tears I made my way into the apartments. Sal would be with Ashley so I knew I could get what I needed from his apartment. I grabbed the bottle of pills petting Gizmo on my way out. Next I went out to the treehouse turning on some of my favorite music taking a seat in a bean bag chair. I sat pondering the whole situation while staring at the bottle of pills now sitting on my shelf.

"She chose him over you." The voice in my head whispered. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to focus on the lyrics and drown out the voice. "They're going to get married, and have their baby and you'll just be a bad memory she wants to forget." The voice continued. I cranked up the music louder pressing my hands to my ears but it was no use. The voice was in my head, and unfortunately it was right.

Finally giving in I quickly scratched a note for mom and Sal. Once it was finished I began taking the pills followed by a swig of Fireball I kept up in my treehouse. I didn't cry or feel angry it was like something inside me was urging me to continue to take the pills. I made sure to include an apology about taking the pills to Sal in my note. Pretty soon there was only a small amount of pills left and I was feeling almost relieved.

As I took the last pill I leaned back in my beanbag chair my eyes landing on a Polaroid of (Y/n) and I. It had been taken by Sal just two weeks before the affair. Despite the drowsiness overwhelming me I picked up the picture a sad weak smile on my face. (Y/n) had a really bad day at school between Sebastian being a dick and apparently having her period, she ended up borrowing my jacket so she could tie her jacket around her waist. That's when it clicked in my head.

I tried to do the math in my head but I was slipping into unconsciousness quicker than I could add. The world began to get darker and darker. The last thing I saw before I passed out was (Y/n)'s beautiful face. I felt like such an idiot. Now both my girl and my baby would be stuck with that monster.

The next thing I knew I was standing across from my own corpse. "No! No I take it back! I'm not ready! I don't want to die!" I screamed at my slumped over body. Black opaque tears began to fall from my eyes never landing on the floor but disappearing mid air. "No you asshole! The babys yours! Wakeup and go save them before it's too late!" I yelled at my corpse. It was too late, I'd truly lost them both for good now because of my issues.

"Larry dear dinner is ready!" I heard my mom call from the ground. My poor mom would he the one to find me rather than Sal or anyone else. I felt even guiltier for leaving my mom alone. First my dad disappears on her now I kill myself? I felt selfish for leaving so may people behind.

"I'm so sorry mom." I whispered unmaterializing so she wouldnt see me. I stood there and listened as she called me once more still not getting any response. She began climbing the treehouse ladder mumbling something if I was asleep up here in this weather she'd kick my ass. My ghostly tears quickened hearing my mom's voice. When she reached the top of she immediately noticed the bottles and my body.

"Oh no oh god! Larry!" She screamed tears falling down her face. She kneeled next to my body her hand reaching up to feel my forehead. I could practically still feel her warmth but she felt how cold my body was. "Someone help! Please oh god be ok Lar Bear!" She screamed through sobs. She turned me on my side trying to get me to vomit.

Henry came running out to the bottom of the treehouse. "Lisa what is it what's wrong?" He asked in the same panicked voice Sal has sometimes. My mom tried and failed getting me to throw up the pills. "Call 911 Henry hurry!" She sobbed. Henry shakily pulled out his phone and ordered for an ambulance to come quickly before joining my mom in the treehouse.

"Oh no Larry." He said in a saddened voice as he knelt down next to mom who was cradling my head in her lap sobbing and taking her fingers through my hair. "My poor Lar bear." She choked out. I kneeled next to them placing my hand on my mom's shoulder making her turn and face where I was confused. I knew she wasnt ready to see me yet but I kept my hand there till the sirens came.

I watched from the treehouse as the loaded my body into a bag and into an ambulance. My mom and Henry went with a couple officers leaving me alone. After rematerializing I debated going into the actual apartments and talking to Megan but before I could I heard someone shouting my name. "Larry? Larry! Did you think that was funny? Because it was a really sick fucking joke." Sal's shaky voice yelled. I looked down to see him climbing up the treehouse.

Taking a deep breath I stood back preparing to deal with a very hurt best friend. When he got up to the treehouse he was shaking and had clearly been crying before. His eyes wondered up and down my ghost form seeing that it was in fact not a joke. "No. Not you. How could do this? How could you leave?" He said through a sob. "I'm sorry Sally Face. I left you and my mom a note. I went to see (y/n) today and Sebastian said they were getting married and moving so I lost it. I felt broken so I came back here to do this." I explained.

He shook his head sadly using his sleeve to wipe under the prosthetic. "I'm sorry Sal the voices got to me. By the time I realized the truth it was too late." I said apologizing. "Realized what truth?" He asked confused. "I found that picture the one you took remember?" I explained pointing towards the picture.

Despite being hurt and angry he leaned down grabbing the Polaroid. "Yeah that's the day you spent like all night cheering up (Y/n) and making her smile as much as you possibly could." He said confused as to why this was important. "Do you remember why I had to give (Y/n) my hoodie even though she's got a flannel around her waist?" I asked pointing to her in the picture. Sal went to speak but before he did his eyes got wide and he looked up to me.

"Oh my god dude!" He yelled shocked. "I know. I'm an asshole and now I'm no better than my dad." I said sadly. For along time I had a constant battle in my head about why my dad had left and why he didnt want me. Now here I was abandoning my baby and (Y/n). It made me hate myself even more to think about.

"But Larry you have to stop her from going!"

"How the hell do I do that when I'm stuck here? Not to mention, what would I say 'oh hey i know I'm dead and all but since you're pregnant with my baby you should stay in town and not marry that fuck head of a boyfriend of yours."

"You have to do something Larry. I mean she can actually see you and the baby will able to too."

"You're right as always little dude. Just hopefully she'll come over here after I was so horrible."

Not even minutes later we could here someone calling for both Sal and I. The voice was sad and scared but i recognized it immediately. "Go ahead hide for a second I'll try to break it to her." Sal said. I nodded unmaterializing as Sal and I made our way down from the treehouse it seemed like I could only go as far as the ground underneath the treehouse. The sight of (Y/n) almost hurt worse than that of my mom.

Her eyes were red and puffy and she had tear streaks down her slightly pink cheeks. She had a hand on her stomach the other clutching the necklace that had been a birthday present from me. I'd recognize the guitar pick anywhere it had been one I'd gotten at a Santiy's fall concert that she'd been to sick to go to. "Tell me it's not true Sal. Tell me it wasnt him." She pleaded crying. Sal pulled off his mask before comfortingly grabbing one of her hands.

"I'm so sorry (Y/n). But you should know he loved you so much." Sal said as she gradually lost it more at his words. She began shaking her head her other hand covering her mouth. "No! No no it's not true it's not true!" She cried out sinking to the ground. My heart ached and screamed for me to hold her but I knew I couldn't yet. Sal crouched down next to her placing a gentle hand on her back.

"(Y/n) do you remember what Larry and I told you about this place. About how we showed you Megan?" He asked trying to ease her into the subject. She looked up sniffling thinking for a brief minute. "About the ghosts? I thought we made all that stuff up." She said tears still falling down her precious face. Sal shook his head before answering "it was all real Megan was real. If you die in this building you stay here. Larry is still here." He told her. She let out another small sob.

"Where is he?" She asked looking towards the treehouse. I took a deep breath and materialized making her eyes widen in shock and she stood up quickly. "I'll give you some time alone." Sal said excusing himself. I turned my stare to the ground I couldn't look at her knowing what I had done. "Oh Larry. I'm so sorry this is all my fault." She said sadly. I finally looked up at her meeting her sad eyes.

"No I'm sorry. I was an asshole. A jealous fucking asshole and I'm so sorry."

"Larry theres something you should know. About-"

"The babys mine isnt it?"

She nodded and I felt myself begin to weep again. I fell to my knees the pain of this whole situation hitting me again. She moved in front of me and I wrapped my arms around her waist letting my head barely lean against her stomach. Her arms hovering around my neck. I sobbed into her stomach till I felt something gently nudge my cheek.

I looked up to face (Y/n) confused but she gave me a weak smile moving my hand to her stomach placing hers next to mine. "She's kicking." She whispered. Sure enough I felt the smallest little nudge once again. My face broke out into a grin. "She? I have a daughter?" I asked happily. She nodded giggling "Yes Larry we're gonna have a little girl."

My grin only got bigger as I stood up pulling her into as much of a hug as I could manage. "I fucking love you (y/n). I know i can't really be what you need considering I'm a ghost but I want to be a part of your life and our little girl's life." I told her pulling away from the hug but continuing to hold her hands. When I looked down I saw her hand no longer had a ring. "I want that too bear. I told Sebastian earlier it was over. That I wanted to be with my baby's actual father. He yelled and threatened me but I had already packed up my stuff and left. I was heading here when the ambulances passed me. I asked someone out front and they told me the young stoner Overdosed in the treehouse." She said frowning. "I'll have Sal fix my note to mom so she knows about you." I told her knowing despite my moms broken heart she would love to take care of her grandbaby and sort of daughter in law.

"Does Lisa know about any of this? Or about you still being here?" She asked. "No I haven't talked to her about it yet. She asked why you weren't coming over anymore I just told her you were back with him. And I dont think shes ready to see me just yet." I explained making her nod her head. Sal came back out his prosthetic back on but I could tell he too had been crying. "Hey Sal can you grab my note from the treehouse I need to have you change something." I asked smiling at my best friend. He smiled back climbing the treehouse before returning with the note and a pen.

"Tell my mom what happened, that I thought I was losing them both and how much I really longed for (y/n) to be mine and the baby to be mine. And add that Henry was the best step dad I could have asked for." I told him. He scribbled everything down as close to my handwriting as he could get before folding the note back up. "(Y/n) you can stay with me tonight if you'd like and go to Lisa's tomorrow." Sal told (Y/n). She turned back towards me smiling softly. "I'd ask to stay in the treehouse with you but I take it you won't want me climbing up there and everything. I laughed shaking my head. "I'll be watching over you dont worry." I promised.

~your pov~

The next morning I made my way down to Lisa's apartment with a lasagna I had picked up the stuff to have Sal help with. From the outside of the door I could hear Lisa's soft crying coming from inside. Taking a deep breath I knocked on the door. After a couple minutes the door opened to reveal Henry. "You hang out with the boys, (Y/n) right?" He asked observing my growing belly. I forced myself to nod with a smile before answering "Yeah Hi Mr. Fisher. I wanted to bring this by for Lisa."

A moment later Lisa appeared next to Henry. "(Y/n) sweetheart come in." She sniffled offering me a broken smile. Henry let me in and took the lasagna to the kitchen for me. Lisa pulled me into a hug holding me tightly. She was wearing her pajamas but with one of Larry's jackets on. "He loved you so much dear I hope you know that." She said with a small sob.

"I know Lisa. I loved him too. I'm so sorry this is my fault. If I had just told him the truth about the baby, or if I hadn't been so scared of Sebastian he'd still be here. I'm so so sorry." I choked out feeling myself break down into tears again. Lisa pulled away pushing some of my hair back. "Now dont you talk like that Larry wouldn't want you blaming yourself or stressing about his actions. We'll all miss him of course but he wouldnt want you to be in so much pain in this state. He loved you and if you're saying what I think you are he would have loved this baby too. It's not your fault you were in an impossible situation." She told me sternly. I nodded trying to wipe away some of the tears. "The babys a girl. I wanted so badly to go tell Larry when I found that out. But Sebastian said if I talked to him there wouldn't be a baby to talk about." I admitted making Lisa frown before smiling and putting a comforting arm around me as we sat on the couch.

"Where are you staying dear?" She asked taking a sip from a mug on the coffee table. "I stayed with Sal last night once I found out about Larry. I was coming over here to talk to him about our baby but I got here too late." I sniffled. I pulled the picture from my pocket, I had brought a copy of the ultrasound picture for Lisa. She smiled grabbing the picture. "Is this her?" She asked. I nodded smiling at the picture of my daughter and her granddaughter.

"I hope she has Larry's eyes." I sighed. "Hopefully she doesn't have his nose. My father gave him that nose and he hated it. I cant imagine it's a trait he'd want to pass on." Lisa said with a pained laugh. "Oh god yeah. I kinda hope she does. It'd be like having a little Larry running around." I laughed. "What if you moved into Larry's room? I couldn't stand the idea of getting rid of his things or donating any of it." She suggested looking up from the photo. "Are you sure I dont want to impose Lisa especially with everything that's happened." I asked. She shook her head smiling. "Of course dear. I could use more family right now." She smiled.

~Third person pov~

Over the next couple months you lived happily with Lisa helping her around the house while she helped you with baby stuff. You spent most of your time after school hanging out with Larry in the treehouse. Sal and Lisa went with you to your appointments. Sal would take his walkie and let Larry listen in each time. Of course when you'd get back you'd go straight to him and talk to him about it anyways. As the baby was born and got older Larry was an amazing father in your opinion. He was always there for you and your child.

~Lex💛

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