#not directly but i mention an s/o who could easily be you

[hersweetrevenge]

corey cunningham headcanons [volume three]

corey has my heart, i want to know every single detail about him, and if i am not given that information then i will simply make it up (he told me through prophetic dreams). based on this set of questions. and if you missed the previous instalments, no you didn't: volume one and volume two.

[credit where credit is due, some of these hcs are shared with @/slutforstabbings, and i have merely adopted into my own belief system and expanded on certain points that i latched onto, so please go read through blake's stuff too because they actually know what they're talking about !!]

WARNING for angst, brief talks of sex, and mentions of child abuse, child death, mental health, trauma and sexuality.

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What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

corey had a pretty isolated childhood, the internet wasn't really a thing for a while, joan put a lot of restrictions on his television time, and he never had play dates or the chance to hang out with people outside of school. therefore corey is the daydream king, always in his own little world. corey had a lot of spare time and he can sit and zone out for hours, unbothered, if he has the time. he's been chastised so many times by joan for not paying attention or being away with the fairies.

however, that's not to say he can't pay attention when he needs to, he has a very good attention span when he has something to focus on, like school work or reading or watching movies. but, if it's a mindless task he can do without thinking then his mind does tends to wander.

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

i've said this before but the way having a laughing fit with corey until my sides hurt would literally fix me.

corey has a funny sense of humour, kind of dark but kind of dorky. pre-accident corey laughs pretty easily. at school he had a kind of off-beat friend group who had an overall off-beat sense of humour that occupied them in the cafeteria or while they slacked off in gym class.

post-accident corey holds back from making his own jokes or being funny, like he doesn't know the social rules anymore. like he doesn't deserve to laugh or thinks people will be mad at him for thinking he can be funny.

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

as previously mentioned, corey has a lot of time to think. he struggles to sleep well at night and honestly his daydreaming can make things worse if he latches onto a thought and keeps following it when he should be trying to clear his mind.

if he wants some stimulation though, he goes on wikipedia. he will fall asleep having fallen down a wiki rabbit hole and wake up in the morning on the page for like the 1847 great fire of bucharest with no memory of how he ended up there.

How easy is it to earn their trust? How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

it's not that easy to earn corey's trust. corey is used to being in a pretty emotionally volatile environment, so he does a lot of premature damage control around people that he doesn't know well enough to read their moods and behaviour. however, once he feels more comfortable, he's a lot more open (though still has a sense of wariness in the back of his mind). basically, it's not impossible to earn his trust.

post-accident corey is a different story though, he has an automatic distrust of everyone. he can't assume anyone intentions are solely good for a long, long time. honestly, he doesn't trust most people, he canonically only goes to one gas station because he trusts they won't speak to him. and he distrusts his co-workers at prevo for different reasons, i.e. he's been low-level pranked more times than he cares to remember.

What triggers nostalgia for them most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

corey gets good nostalgia and bad nostalgia.

bad nostalgia is usually something to do with joan, or remembering how he felt as a child when he was on edge so often. spaghetti truly was joan's worst meal so the smell, taste, texture and look of spaghetti is something he can't really stand anymore. if he never eats spaghetti again, it'll be too soon. rabbit paraphernalia give a lot of bad nostalgia.

corey's sense of good nostalgia is pretty specific. good nostalgia comes from watching old movies. he loves westerns and anything cowboy adjacent. a lot of the shows he watched as a kid were older cartoons so he gets a lot of nostalgia from those too. the smell of night time, where everything feels kind of dewy is good nostalgia for him, as well as the smell of the woodwork room at school.

What were they told to stop doing most often as a child?

i've mentioned before that as a baby, corey was actually very content and not fussy at all, which joan was unreasonably pleased about -- he was her perfect, happy, chubby-cheeked baby. however, once he hit the terrible twos and developed some autonomy, that's when joan's control issues started to really kick in with her parenting.

joan told corey off for doing all sorts of things as a child -- fidgeting too much, being too boisterous, getting grass stains on his clothes, not finishing his dinner, meddling with the rabbits (or anything else around the house), watching cartoon network, not holding her hand around the store, playing with a kid she doesn't approve of, asking too many questions -- the list is honestly endless, and not all of these misdemeanours have any logic behind them other than joan's moods and keeping corey on his toes.

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

he swears sometimes but not that much. his first swear word was probably 'shit' (he overheard joan mutter it once), like out in the yard at recess him and his little friends all went around in a circle and said the worst swears they knew. once he hit middle school and high school, swearing becomes more common and he sprinkles it through his vocab. then when he starts at prevo it's a much more rough-and-ready attitude to language and he gets (light-heartedly) teased for how much more reserved he comes across compared to the other mechanics.

joan would kill him if she ever heard him swear, so he'd never dream of swearing in front of her. he has a distinct line he draws between his language at home and outside.

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

corey lies a lot, but none of his lies weigh too heavily on his conscience.

corey would sneak out at night to parties and joan never found out about it. he can navigate his house is total darkness as to not wake his mom, and to his credit joan never found out. he used to lie about his day when he was in college all the time, and he lies saying that he comes straight home after work now.

i guess you could say he emotionally lies a lot? it's easier to placate joan with being agreeable than to admit anything (to himself or joan).

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

joan used to (and still does) tell him off for fidgeting so he will restrain himself until he can leave the room and will then become a grizzly bear and itch his back on the nearest doorframe.

Are they easily embarrassed?

yes. end post.

but seriously, he is pretty easily embarrassed. corey has never had a very good self esteem, he honestly is under the impression he's kind of unlikable and that all his actions are under some kind of social scrutiny.

pre-accident his self confidence was healing a little bit with his growing independence, so he could more easily brush things off but awkward moments still stick in his brain for him to agonise over later.

although he's learnt to deal with it in most situations, if he's feeling more vulnerable or he's with someone he really likes/admires then he does not cope well when he feels like he's being made fun of -- he gets all defensive and sulky.

What is their favourite number?

i don't think corey has a favourite number, but if he had to pick one, i think it'd either be something like a mathematically "special" number, or something sentimental like his dad's birthday.

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

oh man, this is not corey's forte at all. corey does not have a very good grasp on (his own) boundaries or the lines between different types of relationships.

i've said this a million times before (and no one has stopped me yet heehee), but because he's so used to the lines being pretty blurry with joan and having such an insular upbringing, he doesn't really know how to draw lines between how he loves someone. he's a real all or nothing type of person -- he's only ever learnt how to put all his feelings onto one person. joan wants that person to corey, because corey is that person to her.

subsequently, corey has only really experienced familial love in this abusive way, so projects the opposite (and what he reasons to be "normal") onto his imagined relationship with his father, idolising him to an unrealistic extent.

platonic is a sort of grey area for him, he tends to feel emotions either very intensely or not at all. he can go from really "loving" someone (either a friend he already has or someone he wishes he could befriend) to being mostly indifferent. the strength of his emotions tend to mean he can't really pinpoint exactly what he desires from the friendship/relationship. that's not to say he doesn't understand what "being friends" is, he does, but it doesn't always feel as poignant for him. it's something he was starting to figure out in high school and college, but then regressed with after the accident.

[this isn't the case for everyone] for corey romantic attraction and sexual attraction are usually linked, so romance does becomes slightly easier to differentiate. however, coming back to his boundary issues, even if he undeniably feels romantic love for someone, he's hesitant to communicate it unless he's figured out "the rules". everyone has rules (boundaries) to learn, and once he understands them, corey knows how to play the game -- he can do what he has to to be loved/wanted/tolerated enough to satiate his own feelings.

Why do they get up in the morning? 

currently, it's because ronald will kick his ass if he doesn't show up to work. well, ronald is usually pretty lenient on him, (maybe too lenient, and the other mechanics know corey doesn't get as much shit because he's ronald's step-kid). corey does actually like going to work though, his dream didn't pan out the way he expected but he does love being a mechanic -- it's just dampened by the rest of his circumstances.

corey has never been very good at getting up in the morning though, and back when he was at school he was no stranger to nearly missing the bus every morning.

during the manslaughter trial, he had so much to do, between trips to his lawyers office and then the courthouse once the trial actually starts, he is stressed enough that he gets up and ready for the day pretty early and then just sits and worries until someone tells him what to do.

after the trial though, he honestly just doesn't get up in the morning. he has no job, no social life, and honestly no reason to do anything at all. he spends most of his time in bed, unless joan nags him into showering, eating or running errands with her, or if he has an appointment with his shrink.

 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

as previously mentioned, corey is pretty self conscious so he won't admit to a crush under any circumstances, and he doesn't have a lot of his own experiences to talk about, so he's kind of refrained when talking about sex. he is a known prude, to be honest.

but, he is also a teenage boy with a weird friend group, so sex is a frequent topic. he can't talk about sex in regards to himself at that point, but he'll laugh at jokes and is kind of enthralled by hearing anecdotes (not that his friends have many).

in a relationship, i think it takes corey a while to open up and be comfortable talking about sex outside of doing the act itself. dirty talk makes him blush, and he's never really had a lot of experience or opportunity to seriously think about what he likes and then be able to convey that out loud.

 What are their thoughts on marriage? 

i don't think corey cares about the legal aspects, but he does like the idea of marriage. devoting yourself to one person and one person only, whom you love dearly, forever and ever until you both die? literally exactly what corey wants, the legal part doesn't really matter.

the only wedding he's been to was when joan and ronald got married at the courthouse. he was 15 and honestly had surprisingly few feelings about the whole thing -- he caught on pretty early on that his mom and ronald were hardly "in love" but this is what adults do, so here he is in his best clothes and thinking about the wedding cake he'll get to eat later. this is partly why he doesn't care too much about the legal side; anyone can get married, but the real true proven commitment if what love really is.

corey would be more than happy with a courthouse wedding himself, he just wants to be with his s/o forever, so a simple, no guests, sign on the line type wedding is good enough to get the job done.

 What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

motorbike, of course. he knew his dad had ridden a motorbike since he found some old photos, but corey never actually rides one himself until ronald gives him the kawasaki. he knew theoretically how to ride, because he knows the mechanics of a basic motorbike, but he truly learns as he goes when he fixes up his own bike. the motorbike gives him a huge sense of freedom, and fulfils all of his easy rider (1969) and the wild one (1953) fantasies.

corey learnt how to drive at 16 through drivers ed, but joan rarely lets him drive her car, and he obviously can't afford his own. sometimes she lets him drive them home from the store, but she is a serious backseat driver so it's sort of just a nightmare for everyone involved.

corey hasn't travelled very far before, so he's never been on a train, but i think he'd enjoy it. long journeys where he can zone out and just look at the landscape? a very good combination for corey.

and how can we forget his trusty bicycle. corey learnt to ride a bike as a child, joan wasn't a very good teacher, but he got the hang of it pretty quickly anyway. corey has had his current bike for almost 10 years now. the chain constantly comes loose, and he's had to tape up the seat and the handle grips more times than he can count. it mostly does the job, and it did give him a lot more freedom as a teenager than he'd had before that.

 Who do they most regret meeting? 

is it cliche to say the allens? maybe so, but it's definitely the allens.

if he never met the allens then jeremy wouldn't have died and corey would have gone off to college and got his degree and a graduate job at mercedes or boeing or somewhere and --

mostly corey tries not to think about the "what ifs" but they do creep into his mind.

[and, if you're that way inclined, if corey had never met roger he could have saved himself so, so much heartache, and maybe not have ruined his perceptions of relationships for the foreseeable]

 Could they be considered lazy? 

on a superficial level, maybe. he sleeps in late and doesn't do any housework, so maybe out of context he could seem lazy, but he actually has a really good work ethic and likes to be doing something. joan doesn't enlist him to do chores because chores are skills and she wants him to be dependent on her.

he definitely is not lazy at work though. when he first started a prevo, he mostly just did grunt work and the easy tasks that the other mechanics were too busy for but still needed to get done. he pulled his weight, no one can deny that. a few years in, he still doesn't handle many full jobs himself, but he is trusted to do more specialised things.

 How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

joan ingrained it in him to feel guilty about a lot of things that aren't his fault. baseline guilt like that he can cope with, he just grovels and submits himself enough to earn forgiveness and then the whole thing starts over the next time joan finds a bone to pick.

after the accident though, his guilt is pretty constant. everything serves as a reminder of what happened, and even if he got acquitted, he does feel like it was at least partly his fault jeremy died.

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

corey has a great memory but he doesn't really have any particular system, things just stick with him. he's great with remembering conversations, and when he was studying he could retain information in maths/science pretty easily, but his "less strong" subjects required more work on his part.

he does remember all the states and their capitals because of the animaniacs song.

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

it's not his most frequent, but there's this memory that corey has about his dad that usually comes to him when he's on the cusp of sleeping and awake. subconsciously, i think he's aware that it's probably a false memory. wally "died" before corey could really form any proper memories of him, but he loves this one anyway. corey remembers himself, as a baby, laughing while his dad is holding him, maybe he's playing with him, or bouncing him on his knee, but the details are pretty fuzzy -- it's barely a fragment of a memory but it makes corey happy.

a memory that has involuntarily has made it's home in corey's brain is from the accident. the blood was bad, but mostly it's the sound that corey can't forget. that sick thud sound.

How do they feel about children? 

pre-accident corey didn't care much about children. he doesn't dislike them, but he doesn't really interact with them (he doesn't have any family, and at the houses he does yard work, the parents tend to keep their kids out of his way so he can work without dodging any kids). he's kind to them though, if a little awkward.

post-accident, corey avoids kids as much as possible. he's no more mean to them, but seeing kids just brings back too many memories of the accident and also it just is not good to be seen near kids when you're regularly called a kid killer in public.

corey never wanted his own kids. maybe in some half-baked daydream he thought about a life of college, then a salary job and marriage and 2.5 kids, but i don't think he ever took it seriously.

part of him kind of wants the chance to be a better parent than his ever were, but he also worries that he'd just fuck his kids up like his parents did him. maybe he'd be unable to break the cycle (no matter how badly he wanted to) and be destined to become a helicopter parent -- trying his best to protect his child but ultimately smothering them.

to be honest though, i think his idea of love is so skewed towards obsession, that a kid would just get in the way. he wants to be the only person his s/o loves, and they will be the only person he loves in return, a baby is going to take that love away from him.

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

at one point, all corey wanted was to go to college and get out of his house, out of haddonfield. he wanted that more than anything else, and if he just worked hard enough, for just a little bit longer, he'd make it. if he were in a better position (more supportive family, better socio-economic status) his goal would be much easier to attain, but if he did have those benefits, would he feel so strongly about that goal?

i feel like even though college is his way out, corey requires and enjoys mental/intellectual stimulation enough that he would want to go to college anyway, even if things were better for him at home.

post-accident, he doesn't have a goal at all beyond surviving, and even then we see his commitment to that goal is pretty tenuous.

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

ahh well if you read my hcs about corey's sexuality, you would already know. but that will not stop me repeating those hcs here.

corey doesn't really consciously label his sexuality, but if he was asked point blank i think he could probably connect himself with bisexuality, but he's way more of a euphemism person -- "swing both ways".

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #not directly but i mention an s/o who could easily be you #also just tagging it because look at my hcs boy #take a shot every time i say 'i've said this before but...' #joan cunningham hate club #this is 3.5k words of me saying joan ruined a perfectly good boy

[pray4byron]

What the Hazbin Hotel gang would call their s/o !!

Including: Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Alastor, Sir Pentious, Husk, Lucifer, Vox, Velvette, Adam

Warnings: I was going to have Niffty and Lute in this mix but ultimately had no ideas so I replaced them with Vox and Velvette instead, Not proofread

Charlie Morningstar

Sweetie, Sunshine, Baby:

Charlie is more often to address you by your name, or a nickname of your name, but in the more soft and meaningful moments she’ll whip out a petname or two

Sunshine is definitely used the most, as cheesy as it is, you’re HER sunshine, and she wants you to know that!

Then sweetie comes in second, as I don’t see her using baby a lot, it just feels too… I don’t know, I just don’t see her using it a lot, she may or may not throw in an occasional ‘love’ though

Vaggie

Hon, Babe, Sweetie:

I don’t think this list is very debatable, as it’s seen in the show

In my mind, Vaggie’s not a huge fan of most petnames, so her preference leans towards the more casual ones

She doesn’t really save a specific time to use them, she kinda just uses them whenever she feels like it

Also, definitely hon and babe are the ones she uses most, she doesn’t use sweetie as much as the others

Angel Dust

Sugar, Baby, Handsome:

Now THIS is a list I think may possibly be debated, cause it’s not directly based off of the show

REASON BEING, is because his more well known names (Snookums, Toots, etc) I feel, in my personal opinion are more used in platonic settings for his female friends

I can see him using petnames personal to his significant other, but ‘baby’ is his most used, just cause it’s a classic, with handsome following in second

Obviously, he uses ‘sugar’, I just think he uses the others more, simply because they roll off the tongue for him easier

Alastor

My dear, Lovely, Darling:

‘My dear’ and ‘Darling’ I think are quite obvious as to why haha

‘Lovely’ gives me very old fashioned vibes and I just see him using it, not too sure why

I could also see him using ‘small one’ if you’re shorter than him

Sir Pentious

Beloved, Sweetheart, Dear:

‘Dear’ I think is a bit obvious, cause he used it once or twice in the show, correct me if I’m wrong, I know he used it with Niffty in S1E6

And I can easily see him using ‘Beloved’ - he’s this dorky little man, and you ARE his beloved, so it’s just fitting haha

‘Sweetheart’, I don’t have a reason to be honest, I just don’t know

Husk

Doll, Sweetheart, Hon:

‘Doll’ gives me vibes from the time period he died for some reason, and it kinda just fits his theme, so, no exact explanation for this one haha

Like Vaggie, he’s casual with his petnames, doesn’t use ‘em a whole lot, but ‘Hon’ has a tendency to roll of the tongue

For ‘Sweetheart’ it’s kinda for the more tender moments you two share, like in the moments when he looks at you thinks ‘Damn, I got so lucky with them’ and pulls you in for a soft kiss as he tucks your hair behind your ear and mutters ‘I love you so much, sweetheart..’ into your lips … Yeah those moments !

Other than that, he just usually calls you by your name, again, petnames aren’t usually just something that pop outta him a lot haha

Lucifer

Sweetie, Angel, Lovey:

No offense to the people who headcanon this, but I’ve seen a few people think Lucifer would call his s/o ‘Duckling’ (like in x reader fics) and I’m so sorry but it’s not my thing, I just don’t think that😭😭

‘Sweetie’ is the one he uses the most but ‘Lovey’ tends to spill out of him the easiest

He tends to call you ‘Angel’ or ‘My Angel’ when you’re upset and he’s comforting you, no reason in specific, that’s just kinda how he does things haha

Vox

My dear, My love, Baby/Babycakes:

‘Babycakes’ is definitely used in a more joking manner, other than that, Vox is a classy pet names kinda guy haha

‘My dear’ is his default but ‘My love’ definitely slips out from time to time

I think an honorable mention is just straight-up ‘Love’ — I can also see him using that one a lot

Ultimately it depends on the day with him tbh

Velvette

Baby, Sugar, Darling:

‘Sugar’ is kinda just a whenever per name, while ‘Baby’ is most likely used during sex, they both just kinda fit her atttitude yk? haha

As for ‘Darling’, it’s more often that not used in a more soft setting, but not always

I can also see her using ‘Honey’ every once in awhile, but it’s mostly mood based

Adam

Babe, Sugartits (or Hunk for M!readers), Sexy:

‘Babe’ is his go to, no questions asked, it kinda just fits him and his ego personality, ya know?

But ‘Sugartits’ is more so used in a joking manner, although ‘Hunk’ isn’t as much

‘Sexy’ …? I don’t even have an explanation for LMAO

Sometimes, maybe just MAYBE Adam will slip out a ‘Honey’ when he’s feeling soft :)

#reqs open #x reader #hazbin hotel #mio’s writing ! ☆ #x y/n #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin charlie morningstar #charlie hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar x reader #vaggie x reader #hazbin hotel vaggie #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust x reader #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #sir pentious x reader #hazbin hotel sir pentious #sir pentious hazbin hotel #husk x reader #husk hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #vox x reader #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette x reader #hazbin hotel adam #adam x reader

[7ndipity]

Sweet Morning

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Just a lil thing about Yoongi looking after his S/o when they wake up sore after a particularly intense night together.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: slightly suggestive, implied smut, implied drinking, swearing, mentions of bruises, bathing? not proofread

A/N: I’m back! Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I decided to stick with Yoongi for this one, but if you’d like similar blurbs for the other members, let me know! This turned out a lot softer(and longer) than I planned, but I couldn’t help it, I love sweet caregiver Yoongi 🥺(also, I wrote part of this at like 4am, so I’m sorry if it’s eh)

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At first, you thought the late morning sunlight was what woke you, managing to shine through a gap in the curtains directly in your face and pulling you from the cozy cocoon of sleep. The shifting weight of the bed behind you though proved otherwise, a sleepy grin spreading across your face as you felt a familiar pair of arms slip around your middle, a set of warm lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along your bare shoulder.

“Morning.” Yoongi rasped, his voice somehow even deeper first thing in the morning.

You hummed contentedly, memories of the night before flickering back through your mind as you stretched.

Yoongi’s lips somehow never leaving yours for more than a moment as you’d fumbled through the front door and to the bedroom, clothes hastily discarded in your wake, tasting the whiskey he’d drank at dinner on his tongue. Falling back on the bed with him, desperation making each touch somehow feel a thousand times more potent, swallowing each other's moans as you rode out wave after wave of pleasure til you were both too exhausted to continue, falling asleep still clinging to one another.

Yoongi’s feather light touches pulled you back to the present, in stark contrast to the night before as his lips drifted up the side of your neck.

"What time is it?" You asked sleepily.

“Late, but I have the day off.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the faint purple mark that was forming just below your ear. “What do you want to do today?”

“I think this is pretty good,” You replied happily, rolling over to face him, but pausing midway as you winced, hissing slightly at the pain in your lower half.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, brow furrowing in concern.

“I’m just a little sore from last night.” You said easily, trying to pull him in to connect your lips, but he pulled back, looking down at you with growing alarm.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, sounding horrified.

“What? No, Baby, I’m fine.” You quickly tried to convince him, but he sat up, gently tugging the blankets away from your body.

“Fuck.” He whispered.

Your skin was littered with hickeys and marks from him, some faint and barely discernible, others blooming in deep shades of red and purple.

He didn’t remember leaving so many marks, but when he was with you, it was like his brain shut off. All he could remember was the taste of your skin and all the sweet noises you made every time he’d dragged his teeth across your flesh.

His frown deepened as his eyes landed on the marks that decorated your hips and thighs, faint imprints of his fingers evidence of his vice-like grip on you from the night before.

He traced a finger over the marks, causing you to wince slightly, shivering from sensitivity. His attention snapped back to your face.

“Fuck.” He repeated, looking at you sadly. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Yoongi, I’m okay, really.” You tried to reassure him, trying not to grimace as you sat up, but he just shook his head.

“I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.” He said.

“I wanted you to be rough.” You reminded him, catching hold of his hands to pull him closer. “Did you once hear me complain last night?”

He shook his head again.

“Exactly, because there was no reason to. Everything about last night was amazing.” You said, caressing his face gently. “You made me feel so good, you always make me feel so good."

He smiled faintly in spite of himself, leaning into you instinctively as you kissed him, his lips dropping back into a frown as he felt you wince again as you tried to press closer to him.

He pulled away, looking at you softly.

“Wait here.” He said, climbing off the bed.

You did as he asked, sinking back into the covers as your eyes drifted closed.

You couldn’t lie, as much as you might have enjoyed the night before, you were beyond tired, your whole body feeling heavy and achy.

You had nearly fallen back to sleep before Yoongi returned, smiling down at your sleepy form for a moment before rousing you gently.

“Come on.” He said, tugging you up from the bed.

He helped you up slowly, wrapping an arm around your waist for support as he guided you to the bathroom, the scent of lavender enveloping you as you stepped through the door.

He’d prepared the bath just the way you liked, even setting a few of your favorite bath bombs out for you to choose from, as well as lighting a few of your favorite candles to further set the mood.

“What’s all this?” You asked, looking at him in surprise.

He didn’t answer right away, focusing instead on helping you slide in, smiling at the way your eyes fell shut as you sank into the warm water.

“Feel alright?” He finally spoke.

“Mmm.” You hummed, looking up at him expectantly. “Aren’t you getting in too?”

“I can, if you want me to.” He said uncertainly.

“I want you to.” You said, shifting forward to give him enough space to sit behind you.

He slipped in quickly, letting you lay back against him as he grabbed a cloth and started to wash you.

Normally, you’d argue a bit with him, just for the hell of it, saying something about how you were perfectly capable of washing yourself, but you let it go this time, enjoying the feeling of his gentle touch.

“Do you feel any better?” He asked after a bit.

“Mhm,” You practically purred. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.” He replied.

“For what?” You glanced up at him quizzically.

He shrugged. “Letting me have you.”

You grinned.

“You know, you didn’t make it out of last night unscathed either.” You said, poking a mark on his neck, making him wince slightly.

“At least I can still walk though.” He said pointedly.

“I can walk!” You argued.

“Like a penguin.” He smirked.

“Yah!” You splashed him, making him laugh. “I thought you were being nice to me?!”

“I’m just trying to keep things balanced.” He said, kissing your temple. “I can’t spoil you too much.”

You pouted, making him chuckle.

“I love you.” he said, pecking your cheek.

“Love you too.”

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[nightdiary]

HELLO MILA <333

I love ur blog sm and i just realised i never asked anything ??????

So i was wondering if u could do something with beomgyu’s s/o surprising him at their recent tour 🫶🏻👀

word count: 2.1k genre: fluff, (secret) established relationship dear anon!!! thank you so much for your wonderful request, i hope i was able to do your idea justice! i had lots of fun writing this, and i've always wanted to try writing something similar! i'd love to hear your thoughts, thank you for your support and patience 🤍

the nature of your relationship with beomgyu had always been built on something light-hearted, even as the two of you grew into your separate selves and careers.

it’s what you believed kept your relationship blossoming– the spark as so many relationship experts had dubbed it. it’s what you believed kept you and your boyfriend together after so many years, after so much time spent apart, and after so many things had attempted to come in the way.

easily put: loving your idol boyfriend was easy because of the both of you were just a little bit unserious (sometimes).

the unexpected call comes at an hour too late for you to ignore. beomgyu’s manager is on the other line with a proposition that makes you sit up in bed and tug your sheets off urgently. you nearly think you’re stuck in the midst of a wishful dream, his voice a mere product of your sleep-deprived mind. but then he mentions something you’d been pondering on for months, something you’d never thought would be brought up to conversation with your boyfriend’s management team.

you’re left staring at your frazzled reflection in the bathroom mirror when he hangs up. he leaves it up to you to decide whether or not to tell beomgyu.

so, when beomgyu’s message inviting you to their last show on tour appears on your phone with a muted ding!, you decide to act. it feels a little mean, and it nearly makes you break your act when he sends enough sad face emojis to make the app lag, but you tell him you’re busy; unable to get a day off from your employer, who’s livid at the thought of you taking a vacation on such short notice.

it’s believable, almost too much so, because beomgyu answers with a voice message comforting you and promising to take you next time. he also sends you a selfie of him in his hotel bed, hair wet and lips devastatingly pouty, and you resort to turning your phone off to avoid telling him the truth.

you’ve come across countless photos and videos from his concert before, received even more from your boyfriend directly, but no amount of beomgyu fancams could prepare you for physically seeing him on stage. he looks absolutely incandescent, like a star that’s gotten to close to earth, and your lungs constrict at how effortlessly he carries himself through the songs.

the fervor and keenness with which he throws himself into his performance has left you awe-stuck every time, but seeing it on a stage in such a large-scale venue makes your heart squeeze with pride. there’s a certain glow to all of the members, really, one that made it hard for you to take your eyes off the stage during the entirety of the three hour show.

the stadium’s alive with roaring fans, the energy palpable in the thrumming air as each note reverberated like an echo. the eagerness in your throat nearly suffocates you. with every passing song, you could feel yourself growing more and more nervous, increasingly unsure of how beomgyu will react. despite sitting somewhat close to the stage, he has yet to acknowledge that he’s seen or recognized you.

beomgyu’s eyes briefly meet yours during one of the ments when he’s scanning through your section. his gaze pauses on you for just a moment longer, enough to let you see the brief flicker of shock on his unassuming face, before he schools himself and moves on to fans that are seated higher up. but you still manage to catch his gaze on you every now and then throughout the remainder of the show, fleeting and brief, yet progressively more incessant as everything draws to a close.

you swear you see him mouth something at you, but then confetti’s being blast out and you’re drowning in the screams around you. admittedly, the hardest part is waiting for the venue to begin emptying out, enough so that you can find a trusted staff member and be escorted backstage. you’re unsure of how long after the show it’s been when you can finally slip away to see beomgyu, but it’s all forgotten in the past when you turn into a room and see him staring back at you, this time unabashedly.

everything around you bleeds into hazy, distant nothingness as you run forward to close the gap between you two. beomgyu’s arms encircle you like a lifeline, pressing you into his chest with a measured tenderness. he’s warm and firm and familiar, and as he tucks himself into your shoulder, you feel like you can finally breathe again.

“i can’t believe you made it,” he mumbles against your neck, hold tightening around your waist. he’s sweaty all along the front, shirt practically drenched through after hours of performing, but all you can think about is the fact that he’s finally here. not on a screen. not in your fleeting thoughts throughout the day.

“airplanes are a crazy invention,” you joke breathlessly.

beomgyu laughs wetly from where he’s nuzzling your collarbones, seemingly intent on getting as close as physically possible to you. your own hand raises to card itself through his damp locks, untangling them where they’ve gone unruly from his dancing. you almost feel awkward with the mill of staff around you, but they look too busy tending to the clean-up process to even worry about the two of you huddling in the middle of it all.

“you two are so cute,” you hear from behind you, and as you crane your neck to meet taehyun’s genuine eyes, you flush.

stepping back from the hug, you feel beomgyu’s calloused palms move to cup your cheeks, gently cradling your face with a tenderness so raw it nearly hurts. he’s looking at you with such intent, almost as if in belief that you’re real and in front of him, and you resist to rock forward on your toes and kiss him square on the mouth. his thumbs smooth over your damp cheeks, and you realize with a start that you’ve been crying.

as the room continues to crowd with more staff filtering in, beomgyu takes the initiative to pull you into one of the more secluded corners of the lounge for some semblance of privacy. you lean back against the wall and peer up at him through your lashes, studying the way the glitter of his makeup catches the light. he’s even more beautiful up close, impossibly ethereal, and your heart aches at the thought of leaving him again.

the rest of the members seem to have also taken note of your presence, judging by kai’s excited holler from the doorway, and you preen under their attention when they crowd into your corner. beomgyu makes a noise of complaint when they circle around you, but the frown on his face doesn’t last long as he watches you hug the rest of his bandmates. they’re all still dressed in their stage outfits, equally sweaty and noticeably exhausted, and yet they greet you with such heartfelt enthusiasm that you feel yourself go warm all over.

“no way, you didn’t tell us you were coming!” soobin pulls back from smothering you to look you over, gasping when he notices the tour shirt you’d slipped on over your outfit. “you’re wearing the one beomgyu sent you! oh, i hate couples. i’m going to be sick–”

soobin breaks off, pretending to gag, and you swat at him with a smile so wide that hurts your cheeks.

“we’ve missed you so much,” kai continues earnestly, grinning impishly, “probably more than gyu, if we’re being honest.”

“careful, i know where you’re sleeping tonight,” your boyfriend grumbles, sticking his tongue out at the both of them as he scoots into your side, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“so do i? we’re literally staying on the same floor…”

“at this point, can’t we just ask manager-nim to get an extra room at our hotel for you?” yeonjun’s question is innocent, but it makes you go warm all over. partly from excitement, partly from embarrassment.

“no way, your manager’s done already done so much for me.” that was an understatement. he’d been more than understanding when you’d first brought the idea up to him, been too kind and patient in sorting out details and ruling out alternatives. he’d pulled too many strings to secure you a spot at the show, backstage even, that it felt outright inconsiderate to ask for more. you’d gotten to see beomgyu shining from afar, gotten to see him sweaty and tired and soft between your arms.

it was enough, no matter how selfish you wanted to be.

“it’s okay,” a deeper voice cuts you off before you can continue, and you back up into beomgyu in surprise. their manager laughs good-naturedly at your shock, moving in between the members and reaching out to shake your hand in greeting.

“it’s okay?” you squeak, meeting his hand tentatively.

“i appreciate your consideration,” he nods, turning to pat beomgyu on the back. “the boys have all worked really hard on this tour. it’s the last stop, and they have a long flight back to korea tomorrow. what’s one night of celebration? you’ll have to take a separate car and follow extra protocol, but it won’t be anything our team can’t handle. beomgyu, think of this as my congratulation to you for a successful tour.”

“if beomgyu gets to be with his partner, i want in-n-out,” soobin pouts, and everyone in the circle breaks off into laughter. yeonjun seconds this with a raise of his hand, and you watch with amusement as kai and taehyun quickly follow suit.

“thank you,” beomgyu whispers to his manager, smile sincere and flustered. his hold on your hand tightens, and you look over at him to share a knowing look.

the anxiousness at the back of your mind doesn’t disappear as beomgyu and the rest of the members go through the motions of warming down and preparing to leave. you’re instructed to wait on one of the empty couches in the corner, leg bouncing restlessly as you watch your boyfriend disappear down the hall, presumably to change into something with less frills and gems.

outside, you can still hear the hum of excitement from the venue, though considerably scaled down from what you remember it being during the show. your heart squeezes with pride at the thought of how far they’d all come– sold out venues with capacities the size of small towns. an achievement so deserving, and yet once unfathomable to the entire group.

beomgyu returns clad in sweatpants and a loose shirt, face wiped clean of highlights and glitters. he seems almost bashful as he approaches you, looking around with a shy quirk to his mouth as he comes to back you up against the corner. you know what’s coming before he even leans in to peck you, know from the determination in his eyes that this isn’t the last you’ll be seeing of him like this tonight.

“ready to head out?” he asks once he pulls back, reaching for your hand with a smirk playing at his lips. your fingers comfortably slip between his, and as you make your way out after the staff, you clear your throat and try to hide the blush on your cheeks.

“i also want in-n-out,” you say.

your boyfriend’s answering laugh is loud and fond, and it rings down the hallway like peals of bells. he leans into your side, nudging you with his shoulder, and you note that he still smells like the body wash you have at home.

“almost sounds like you’re more excited for the food than to spend time alone with me,” he pouts.

flicking him on the forehead, both of you pause before a set of doors, ones you assume lead to the exterior of the building. you know his manager isn’t far behind you, and after being briefed on the measures you’d have to adhere to once outside, you think it’s best you stick by a familiar face. the security milling around should have you feeling more on edge, but beomgyu’s secure hold on your hand is enough to make you forget all about the predicament.

“i’ll see you at the hotel,” he promises.

there’s a crowd of staff forming behind you, commotion rising in the hallway as the team prepares to leave. you look at the flutter of beomgyu’s lashes as he looks up at them, then back at you, and you hum quietly when he begins to let go of you hand.

“with in-n-out?”

beomgyu’s smile is blinding, like that of a star you’re finally able to hold in the cusp of your palms. “with in-n-out.”

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[robin-the-enby]

Hi! Can I get an angst/comfort fic of Arthur with a female s/o who is depressed and suicidal? Like he walks in on his s/o c*tting while having a mental breakdown? Or he just notices the cuts/scars? Or he walks in on his s/o bl33ding out?? Idk you can get creative with it I’ve just been having an extremely rough couple months. If this makes you uncomfortable then you can just ignore this request, but thanks anyways! I hope you have a great day/night!! <3

It's my problem if I feel the need to hide

Pairing: Arthur x f!reader

Summary: You feel under the weather, but decide not to tell anyone. As your condition only worsens, your friends start to worry about you. It's when you decide to let everything go your knight with blue eyes and a cheeky smile comes to the rescue.

Warnings: depression, suicidal ideation, not being able to care for oneself (containing lack of hygiene and proper meals), mentions of vomit(ing) (3), negative self talk, dark thoughts

A/N: I am so sorry for the delay of this fic, I hope it will be of use to you still. I haven't written for this fandom in a long while, so getting back to it was a little hard, though I enjoyed it none the less. I tried not to use any (Y/N)s and make it as racially neutral as possible, as well as appearance-neutral (Arthur carries reader 1 time, but he's stronger than a regular human, and y'all deserve it ladies, no matter your size). If anyone wants to talk about anything at all, my dms are open, as well as my ask box. Take care of yourselves and stay safe!

The human mind is possibly nature's greatest invention. The complexity with which all its components interact to keep the body functioning is nothing short of phenomenal. And not only that, but it is aware of itself, encasing its own conscience inside a safe vessel, built and evolved specifically to protect it. And as time progressed, and all the basic needs of the body were cared for, there came a need to create. The body could easily be fed, but the conscience needed a different type of sustenance.

The human mind is capable of incredible things. It can set goals for itself as well as achieve them. It shaped the entire world to its liking, for better or for worse. The human mind is the reason why we live the lives we do today. It is the thing that keeps us alive and sane.

It's funny how drastically that can change.

If you'd ask any of the men residing in the mansion on who the worst enemy of humans is, you're sure all of them would at least mention the human conscience, if not directly choose it. After all, their lives have been woven through with the thread of sorrow, the perpetrator being none other than the human mind- theirs or someone else's.

At this point, you feel like you've at least got a peek at the complex inner worlds of history's greatest minds. Some you knew better than others, but you've been le Comte's servant for long enough to consider all the mansion's residents at least friends.

It was evident to anyone who has been in the mansion for at least a month that all of the people (and vampires) residing in it had some sort of baggage, wearing them down even in their second undead life. Some were better at hiding it than others, some just felt more comfortable keeping their troubles to themselves, while others' emotions and traumas were sometimes too great, too overwhelming to be kept locked inside their bodies.

You've tried your best to help those who needed it, both physically and mentally. It helped a few to open up to you at least a little and as time went on, with your hard work, you've earned respect for yourself even amongst the toughest nuts in the mansion. Poking through others' personal affairs and traumas carried along numerous fights as well as apologies and in the end just served to strengthen the bond between you and the residents. And yet, at times like these...you couldn' help but feel alone.

Like all the others, you had to shoulder the burden of traumas, insecurities and unpleasant experiences collected unwillingly throughout your life. You suspected the others knew of this, or at least had a hunch that you, like all of them, haven't had the pleasure of living a carefree life.

They saw you as an independent, strong and courageous woman, resilient and kind in any situation. And if you were in the right state of mind, you would agree. But lately, you began to doubt these traits of yours, the ones you valued so much and were valued for.

You weren't a stranger to struggling and you knew that anyone in need of help deserved to receive it and should not be scared to ask for it.

So why did the thought of asking for help make your stomach churn?

You've been pondering that question for a few days now. Lately, your entire reality seemed to have shifted. At first, you didn't think anything was wrong, a simple bad day, or a bad week wasn't anything to be too worried about. Nothing a nice, relaxing weekend couldn't fix, right? And yet, when you had tasks to complete, you felt agitated and annoyed, but when you had nothing to do, you were antsy and restless. Always feeling like something should be happening, like you should be doing something. For some reason, you couldn't make yourself to do the things you felt you should be doing.

Soon everything has become a bother. Tasks you could usually do with one hand were suddenly so hard that by the end of the day, the thought of bathing or changing into clean clothes made you want to scream until your throat was sore. And so you chipped away at your routine that you so painstainkingly built when you appeared in this time, until the only remaining activities in your days were your work and some basic necessities.

You knew it was getting bad. And it constantly created an almost numbing whirlwind of emotions you really didn't need right now. Why was this happening? What brought it on? Why now?? Is it going to get worse? All these questions and none you had an answer to. You had guesses and various techniques you learnt here and there back in your time, but...you couldn't bring yourself to do anything.

You were trapped. At least it felt like it. Trapped inside yourself, inside your mind. You knew you should tell someone, that if you let it go on, it would sooner or later consume you. But you couldn't do anything. It was as if your body didn't listen to you.

It seemed the residents were starting to get suspicious of your strange mood as of late. There were times when one of them would approach you and carefully ask about your wellbeing, and as much as you wanted to say something, you never did. You logically knew that the first step would be the one to break through the loop, the one that would make all the others just a little bit easier until you felt normal again. But anytime you tried to break through the selfdestructive habits you had fallen into, a wave of such tirednes, nausea and shame overcame you, that you simply caved to your mind's twisted whispers.

You concluded that your best option at this moment was to lay low and let it pass. Your days have become a steady routine of wake up, work, go to bed. And repeat. It was manageable, at first, even with the onslaught of thoughts your mind was conjuring, managing to come up with more and more ways to taunt you with. But as days and then weeks passed, your energy slowly seeped away from your body and it retaliated by shutting off and out anything unnecessary to save as much of what was remaining.

These things included mostly socialising. You became less talkative, while you would usually enthusiastically engage in conversations, if not outright start them, lately you would not speak unles directly spoken to. It has taken a toll on your concentration as well. Many times when someone would try to strike up a conversation with you, they'd have to repeat their question or even call out your name mid-conversation, because mentally you just weren't there. These things not only started to worry Sebastian, your biggest constant in your new life, given that you worked alongside him every day, but also the other residents. You knew of this, as out of it as you might have seemed and/or have been these past few weeks, you knew that they noticed, because you knew them. But what started as a simple snowball had alrady turned into an avalanche and you had to admit that you were no longer in control.

Not that you really cared. You knew you should care, should be trying harder than ever to break out of this spell, but you couldn't. And every time you might have felt strong enough to confess how you were feeling, to lean on someone, to get the help you knew you needed, a sudden pang of fear pierced your chest and you shrivelled back, back into your own small shell that was your skull.

Trying to find a reason for this foolish anxiety proved not so easy, when your mind would make up about five reasons why you should keep your mouth shut every time you even dared to ask yourself such a question.

What if they didn't believe you?

What if it wasn't not that bad?

What if you were just making it up? Making it seem bigger than it is?

These people have gone through so much. They've seen war, witnessed and felt abuse and probably had been through things you couldn't even imagine. Why should they help you, when they're the ones who needed help?

You were not worthy.

Such comparisons were something you chastised anyone who would confess experiencing them for. And yet, when it came to you, it felt like a holy truth. Something that could not and should not be questioned. Because you don't want to be selfish, do you?

You've dealt with this by yourself before, surely you could do it again and not drag down others with you. These and many others became your daily mantras. Lay low, hide, be small, don't make a noise. Survive. But was that really how you wanted to live? If you could even call that a living. You were surviving, yes, but at what cost? For a promise of a period of time where you wouldn't feel like the world is made out of cardboard? A period of time where you wouldn't feel like screaming and crying every second of every day? And how long would that last? A few months, a year maybe? Was it really worth the struggle?

You blinked yourself out of your thoughts when someone vigorously snapped in front of your eyes. Looking around in slight daze, your eyes fall upon a smiling face. "There you are! Theo says he's just waiting for you to walk face first into a wall!" Arthur says cheerily, showing you his signature smirk. "I, like the good friend I am, keep defending you of course. But it's hard when your mind seems to get further and further away from us every day. At this rate, you'll wander off into Seine soon. And we wouldn't want that, would we?" he playfully jabbed at you.

You could feel yourself shaking your head, but the only thing you could focus on was how nice it acually seemed, the cold water seeping through clothes and circling your limbs, the undercurrents keeping you down, where nothing could get you, laying you down onto the riverbed, weighed by the water in your lungs... "So, what's going on in that noggin of yours, hm?"

Arthur was, besides Sebastian, the closest person to you out of all the others. You enjoyed his easygoing demeanor and his jokes never failed to make you laugh. He was a terrible flirt though, and someties could be pretty pushy with his advances as you've realised over the time you two spent together. Luckilly, after a firm conversation backed up by Theo, he had calmed down significantly towards you. The writer still heavily complimented you, always putting that silver tongue of his to use, but you thought nothing of it. He was like that with everyone, even some of the other residents, so the possibility of it ever meaning anything more than banter or a simple compliment never even crossed your mind.

"You're doing it again." the man in question sighed. You blinked at him with confusion. As if reading your thoughts, Arthur clarified "You're in your head again. It must be something really interesting in there to make you so distracted." he joked again, but his expression turned serious "But honestly, what's going on? You haven't been yourself for quite a while now and everyone's getting worried. Even Wolf asked me if I knew what was up with you the other day!" the writer looked at you intently "You know that we're here for you, right? Even if you feel like it's stupid, if you need anything, you can tell us."

You averted your eyes from Arthur' piercing gaze. You knew his words were sincere and it made your chest squeeze uncomfortably. Looking straight ahead, in the direction which you were going, you answered, trying to make your voice as leveled as you could "Thank you for worrying Arthur, but I'm alright, really. I've been thinking of asking le Comte for a break. It would be nice to have some off time." This wasn't a complete lie, since having some down time, where you could pretend time has stopped really did sound appealing, but now you'd have to actually go and ask the good count, which you really didn't want to. Not because you were worried you wouldn't be given a break, but because it was another plan to be made and you barely had enough energy to last you until the end of the day, much less go somewhere out of your own volition.

Arthur knew that you were lying, or at least not telling him everything, so he grinned at you again and spoke confidently "Alright, love, the game is on! I gave you a chance to explain youself, but it seems I'll have to solve this mystery myself." he winked at you and you expected him to take his leave. But Arthur softly grabbed your arm and stopped you in the middle of the halway you were in. Turning to face him in his hold you looked at him questioningly. His smile is much softer now, and if you could focus properly, you would see worry glinting in his eyes "If you ever change your mind, you can stop by. Day, night, doen't matter. We're here for you, love. I'm here for you. Just as much as you're here for us." and as soon as he finished speakig, he was gone. Down the hallway, in the direction of his room. You quietly turned around, trying to process the strange encounter while you went your way.

Your mind was surprisingly quiet for a few hours after that.

You eventually did end up in le Comte's study. Nerves were wracking your body and mind the entire day and when you finally did enter the dreaded room, after all your chores were done for the day, you felt like you would start crying at any moment. For some reason, you felt awful for doing this. You didn't need the break. You didn't need off time to get better physically or because you had too many chores. Why did you want a break, besides Arthur catching on that there was, indeed, something wrong? The only thing you had planned for this break of yours was rotting away in your bed and doing as little as humanely possible. Maybe fate would be so kind and take you away in your sleep. Let you wither away like an overwatered flower.

You tried to make the discussion as quick as possible. Fortunately, the count didn't ask too many questions about your wellbeing and the reason for taking a break, remembering well that you haven't had one in a good while. He did ask if you consulted Sebas about it and you forced down a shudder at the mention of your good friend's name. Not because the butler was opposed to you taking a break, he actually kindly insisted you take one, revealing that he also noticed your mental absence in the past weeks, which could be almost counted as a month now. The worry and confusion in his tone as well as his expression made you wish he told you to stay, to help him, anything to try and convince you to not do what you were about to.

Why were you so worried? There wasn't a reason you should feel bad about taking a break. Even if you physically were just as spry as a grasshopper, taking a break for the sake of mental health was just as important. But deep down, you coudn't lie to yourself. Deep down you knew you were going to give up completely. Either for someone to find you, or to be left to rot. And right now, you hoped for the latter, even if it was still scary to admit.

After Comte gave you a week off, asking if it was enough time for you, which you hastily confirmed, feeling bile rise up your throat and wishing for the comfines of your room, your shaky legs and hazy mind managed to carry you to your room. After spending some time emptying the contents of your stomach, which were absolutely too small you would bet, you nothing but collapsed onto your bed. Mouth unrinsed, hair oily and ruffled, it had finally dawned on you how much of a mess you must have loked like. This realisation finally seemed to open the dam that was holding back everything you were feeling. The disgust, the shame, the fear, the anxiety the heavines, the loneliness, but most importnatly the longing.

Fast, salty tears carried all of that out of your body, leaving your face a puffy, sticky mess. Suddenly, you felt rage boil inside of your chest, sprading quickly to your head. Why didn't you say anything? You were so worried and because of what? Your own mind? Could you be any more stupid? The very same mind that put you through absolute hell this past month was now angry at itself, at its own actions. Why did the world have to be this cruel? Why couldn't it grant you the simple request of a mind that would not try to sabotage itself? And now it was too late.

Yo chose this, you thought to yourself. You chose this and these were the consequences of your actions. As if the tears have released all your pent up frustration in your body, all that it left was numbness. A kind of numbness that made your eyelids heavy, making them gravitate towards each other and pulling you into a deep, calm slumber. The kind of slumber you have not been able to achieve for more than the month you've been actively suffering. But also the kind of slumber that would not bring you closer to salvation.

You woke up, not knowing the time and not really finding yourself caring either. You felt strangely...calm. There was no hunger, no thirst, nothing. Only suffocating quiet, the likes of which you would feel in the deep blue of the ocean. You laid stil for what felt like hours, but could have also been minutes, before you succumbed to unconsciousness again.

This has gone on for a few days of your week long break. At one point you felt the pang of hunger, yet you had no will to satiate it. You only rose from your bed late into the night, when the squeezing walls of your stomach, at this point surely eating itself, threatened to spill nothing but its own acid. You tiptoed as quietly as your stiff muscles could into the kitchen, and after munching on some bread and water, because even though you got up, you still didn't feel like cooking, or that you deserved anything more than the simplest of dishes, you quietly stalked the halls back into your room. You fell asleep again, your stomach satisfied, or maybe convinced into satisfaction by your mind, the last thing you heard was the faint sound of Mozart's piano in the dead of the night.

This cycle had repeated for another few days. Your days were interrupted by quiet knocking that would wake you from your slow decline, and sometimes joined by murmurs behind the door. You couldn't find it in you to care. The door wasn't locked. At one point, you could swear you saw a shadow in your window, but it was gone too soon for your slowed mind to focus on it.

One morning, somewhere at the end of your break, not that you were keeping track of time, your door opened. A gust of fresh air was the first thing that barged its way into your room, chasing out the old and musty, albeit warm air from it. You shivered and wiggled deeper under your covers, grumbling hoarsely in protest. Your half asleep mind registered someone slowly walking into your room, as if they were scared to find out what was in it. You kept your eyes closed.

Arthur knelt down beside your bed, looking at your sickly, worn out face. Carefully sneaking his arm under your blanket, his hand searched for yours until it could take it into its own. Caressing your knuckles with his thumb, he cooed softly "Oh, love. I am so sorry. I am so sorry we let this get so far." You didn't respond. What was there to say? "It isn't your fault" you croaked out quietly, not having enough energy to say it loudly and fearing your voice wouldn't work.

"Why did you hide from us? We would've helped..." the writer almost whined, and you could feel the guilt and worry radiating from him. You wanted so desperately to answer, to give him a good reason for how foolish you were acting, but you couldn't. There was nothing that would excuse you. Nothing.

Seeing your slightly open eyes well up with tears, Arthur rushed closer to comfort you. Shushing and soothing you like a small child after a booster shot, he held you close and you tried not to weep hader. "It's alright, love, everything is alright. I've got you. I've got you now, it's good. You're alright."

After you calmed down slightly, you wanted nothing more than to shoo him away, close yourself off again an bury yourself into your bed to get away from the immense shame you felt. But Arthur seemed to be having none of that. He softly but insistently reached under you and helped you sit up with one arm, holding your hand with the other still. you couldn't bring yourslf to look him in the eye and yet his tone never changed from the soft lull he comforted you with. "Come on now, darling. Let's get you cleaned up."

Your mind wanted desperately to push back at him, scream and yell and fight, but you almost limply let him straighten you up and help you walk over to the bathroom. The writer's heart nearly broke in two as he saw you in the same clothes you were in when he last spoke to you. The image of you suffering in silence for so long made him nearly tear up as well, but he held himself back, focusing on you being his biggest priority.

He ran a bath for you, helped you out of your clothes, his gaze never cascading from your face, looking for any signs of overstepping any boundaries and when he found none, he helped you into the bathtub, first washing your hair and then your body, asking if you could and wanted to handle your private parts yourself. You whispered out a small yes, feeling somewhat ashamed still and wanting to make his efforts a bit easier. Letting you soak in the blissfully warm water, a question appeared in your mind "Arthur..." you called out quietly "Were you the one knocking at my door?" you asked timidly, not knowing fully if it wasn't some kind of delirium your mind put you through. The writer's face became solemn as you took a peek at his face and he spoke, his words and tone equally heavy "Everyone did. We were worried about you. After we heard about your break, we thought it might do you well. Everyone noticed that you weren't quite yourself. But after the first few days, when no one ever saw you leave the mansion, let alone your room, our worries doubled. Wolf said he noticed you walking to the kitchen at night, but Sebas only noticed small portions of bread disappearing from the kitchen, so we wanted to check up on you. We tried knocking at your door, not wanting to disturb you if you really were physically ill, but that didn't do anything." "And the window?" you interrupted him, casting your eyes downward again at the rude gesture. But Arthur continued, with no offense taken "That was Dazai. He was checking up on you a lot. In his own way." Arthur smiled sadly "Today, I had enough. Something was telling me you needed help. And I'm glad I listened to my instinct." he smiled at you and you felt your dry lips lift up ever so slightly. You were found when you needed it the most, it seemed.

After Arthur dried you off and helped you put on fresh clothes, he told you Sebas made a nutritious meal for you that wouldn't upset your stomach. He also suggested it would do you good to get out of your room for at least a little while and eat it in the kitchen. Seeing the panic in your eyes, he rushed to assure you "You don't have to talk to anyone if you don't want to." And so you nodded.

The mansion seemed awfully quiet. There was no one in the halls, no sounds from either corner of the building. On your slow trek to the kitchen, you passed Mozart. The musician didn't say anything, but his lips melted from their usual stern frown to a warm smile and you couldn't help but to start crying again. Athur sat down with you on the cold ground of the hallway, pulling you onto his lap and rocking you back and forth until you felt good enough to walk again. Mozart was nowhere in sight.

You found out that Sebas made you a delicious soup, one with enough vegetables and some meat, the broth strong enough to get you up on your feet in no time. You ate slowly and savoured every spoonful. You suddenly realised how much you've missed eating good food. After your meal was done and Arthur washed your bowl and spoon in silence, he slowly sat down next to you. "How are you feeling?" he asked carefully, knowing that you were nowhere near out of the deep end yet, but desperately hoping his efforts weren't for naught. "Better. Fuller." you answered simply. After another beat of comfortable silence, where you soaked up the sun pouring in through the windows, the writer asked again "Would you like to go back to your room?" You pursed your lips. Suddenly, the idea of your bed and the stuffy room you hid yourself away in sounded horrible. But he comfortable, fluffy clothes and full stomach were pullig at your eyelids again, sleep threatening to take over. "My room it is, then?"

Arthur piped up and you nodded. Before you knew it, you were scooped up bridal style by the vampire, feeling his soft lips on your hairline "Rest, love. I've got you." Soon, you were in a room that smelled of coffe and cologne with a hint of ink. Once again, you wriggled under the covers, these ones feeling much fresher than yours, as you succumbed to sleep once again. But this time, you weren't alone.

#requested #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp arthur x reader #ikevamp arthur x you #x reader #tw depression #tw suicidality #fem!reader #hurt/comfort #tw emetophobia

[spaceagebachelormann]

im back hehehehehe could i get some headcanons of like. dating mischa. or ricky- either one- i <3 them sm

dating mischa and ricky

pairings: ricky potts x gn reader, mischa bachinski x gn reader

warnings: mentions of the rollercoaster disaster

a/n: i’ll give you both because ily liz <3

masterlist

Ricky Potts

okay so

UHHHH

he’s really sweet!!

100% randomly comes to your house and signs something like “wanna go stargazing”

you WILL say yes.

when you’re stargazing he doesn’t actually look at the other stars, because his star is beside him <3

you best believe his cats love you

they love you more than they love him

sometimes they just walk straight past him to get to you <3

i like to think he has a thing for noses, so when he’s close enough he’ll just lean in and kiss it so gently <33 or poke it

i feel like he gets tired really easily and stays up until like 3am

and because he loves you and he feels comfortable with you he leans his head on your shoulder and falls asleep!!

during the cyclone disaster, my man was holding your hand so hard and trying to keep you (and himself) from falling out of the cart

long story short it didn’t work and you fell together

back to the sweet stuff!!

you know all of the zolar lore and characters and give him stickers for his crutches

between classes he runs (runs??? he gets to you as quickly as he can with his crutches) and hugs you so tight

calls you the most random things ever

turkey-chicken-leg, monkey-love-drop (ofc <3)

im sorry but he would have called you kitten at one point. joke or not he 100% would have once. someone had to say it

i do think he’d call you love though

he loves you!! so much!!

penny aka his bestie has had to listen to him talk about you for hours

he’s very clingy!! constantly touching you in some way or is always near you

lightly hits you with his crutches when you say something outta pocket or questionable

your parent(s) LOVE him

he has that “anything for you love! <3” mentality and your parent(s) can tell this!! they know hed do anything for you and it’s why they love him!!

omg binge watching movies that take place in space with him <3

he gets so absorbed into the plots and points out every little thing

he’s so cute

will CRY (happily ofc) if you learn sign language for him

oh!! you’d also have a way to communicate from across the room if you can’t speak directly

like you’ll be visibly uncomfortable or tense and he’ll give you a concerned look or something to ask if he needs to come over there

i think he would be really protective, glaring at anyone who makes you uncomfortable and sometimes protectively putting a crutch or arm in front of you

incorrect quote!!:

Ricky: you want some leftovers?

Y/N: what are leftovers

Ricky: you’ve never had leftovers?

Y/N: no, im not a quitter

Mischa Bachinski

dear lord

the most overprotective soul ever

has body slammed ocean for looking at you weirdly…

will fight someone for you

just ask

also has that “anything for you love! <3” mentality but it’s more aggressive like “ANYTHING for you, love.”

oh he definitely uses you as an armrest

i like the idea of him and his s/o having a mean/nice dynamic

he’s mean to literally everyone except you

he’s also the type to put things on a shelf you can’t reach just so you have to ask him for help

sometimes he just picks you up in the middle of class and runs away while the teacher is screaming at you guys to come back

only listens to you

ocean: mischa no!! | mischa: mischa yes!! | y/n: mischa no | mischa: mischa no.

writes autotuned songs about you

okay but like imagine being his sweet sunshine s/o and one day someone pisses you off enough that you actually yell at them and he’s standing there with his jaw dropped and eyes widened

whispers over to noel “i love them.”

noel whispers back “i know.”

randomlt shows up at your house

if he can’t get in through the front door he scarily climbs through your window

SLEEPOVERS ARE A MUST!!

secretly the little spoon when you cuddle during sleepovers but don’t tell anyone

smiles into your neck, but pretends he doesn’t even though he knows you can feel it <3

it someone talks smack about you

well….

they mysteriously disappear that night

and when they come back they don’t even look in your direction again

he’s actually very sweet with you!!

holding your hand, cupping your face, whispering sweet little nothings in your ear <3

brings you alcohol on your birthday…

incorrect quote:

Mischa: *kicks the door down looking panicked*

Y/N: what did you do?

Mischa: nobody died

Y/N: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT???

#mars writing 🧈 #ride the cyclone #rtc musical #rtc x reader #rtc #ricky potts #mischa bachinski #x reader

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Nobunaga her Archer and Avenger versions from FGO with an S/O who was her master in a previous grail war who she meets again at Chaldea and he's become a rare modern day heroic spirit and a strong one at that.

I had a blast writing this, not to mention it helped to scratch the itch I had for the best war criminal.

NOW THEN! YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!

“Heh, looks like you still have a bad habit of not expecting things to get in close to you. Then again… you are an archer, so I guess it can’t be helped.” a familiar voice muttered behind Nobu.

“It couldn’t be…” Nobu thought to herself in shock.

Then, the cuts ignited, engulfing the corrupted servant in a pillar of blood red flames.

“So… you became a heroic spirit didn’t you?” Nobu asked without even turning to face you, her fists clenched tight.

“Of course, after all, we both left quite a few things left unsaid to one another the last time we were together didn’t we?” You responded quietly, the same sword at Nobu’s side in your own hand.

“You know that's not what I meant.” Nobu muttered through gritted teeth.

“I know, but the how can be saved for later.” You told the archer servant quietly as you returned your blade to its sheath.

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The atmosphere was tense as the group returned to Chaldea with Nobu glaring daggers at the newly summoned saber servant who held the same sword as her in their hands.

In an effort to break the ice, Guda decided to ask a question.

“Soooo… Saber, mind introducing yourself to the class?”

“Apologies Master, but only one person will ever get to know my true name, and she is rather greedy with it.” You responded as you walked beside the woman glaring daggers at you.

“Really? Mind if I ask who?” Mash innocently requested.

“I don’t think that's my place to say, but you probably know her, she has a wonderful larger than life personality that can get her into quite a bit of trouble which she’ll easily brush off, not to mention, she is quite attractive, and looks quite fetching in her uniform.” You responded cheerily, leaving a certain archer flabbergasted and, if one looked closely, blushing ever so slightly.

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After that, You and Nobu were inseparable and yet… no one knew why.

Nobu sitting directly next to you during lunch, as she drank tea, or addressed her retainers.

You sat directly next to her… any time she was sitting down.

It got to the point that, in lieu of your true name, you had been designated as “The Saber Of The Demon King”.

And it was a name Nobu had taken quite a liking to.

She was a rather possessive person after all.

And you being known by that name? It made her all giddy inside.

Now, if only they knew just who you were to her, that would make your name even better for her.

Still, she was going to wait to drop that bombshell, after all, she doubted that it would be good to give so many people a heart attack from shock.

Not to mention, she still had to figure out just what you were to her as well.

Master, comrade, partner, companion, and even… lover.

These were all words she could use to describe you and yet… none of them truly fit what the two of you were, falling short by the distance of entire planets.

Oh well, the both of you had plenty of time to figure out just what the two of you were to one another.

After all, she was Oda Nobunaga, Demon King Of The Sixth Heaven, it can’t be helped that things tended to get a bit complicated when she was involved!

The flames of Honnoji engulfed her enemies in pillars of flames, burning them to less than ash in an instant.

Yet, she was not the one who burned them.

That honor belonged to her counterpart, a recently summoned Ruler who could always be found standing at the Demon King's side like a loyal blade.

No one knew exactly where this servant came from, there was no record of them in the stores of Chaldea and the Ruler refused to share their name, saying that a rather fiery conqueror had already taken sole ownership of it with a look of affection on their face that had caused a certain Avenger to chuckle with a similar look on her own.

There were theories of course, most of them centering around the two of you.

Some were reasonable like you being an existence similar to that of Nobukatsu except you were the flames of her noble phantasm made manifest.

Others were… not as reasonable, like the one that claimed you and her were Master and Servant from a grail war or something else that would require a summoning or that would allow an Avenger to properly incarnate in the real world even if only through sheer luck.

Alas… neither of you would ever give a straight answer, merely deflecting every question asked.

Nonetheless, if anyone was ever looking for one of you, they simply had to find the other part of the duo and low and behold that is where the person they were looking for would be.

Simply put, the two of you were inseparable.

And something told everyone in Chaldea both of you would have it no other way.

#oda nobunaga arhcer #oda nobunaga avenger #avenger nobu #archer nobu #nobu #nobu x reader #oda nobunaga x reader #fate x reader #fate #fate grand order x reader #Archer nobu x reader #Avenger nobu x reader #fate go

[thequietkid-moonie]

S/O make a lot of self-depracation jokes

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Shinomiya, Ishigami, Fujiwara, Shirogane ]

[ Kaguya-sama Love is war / Kaguya-sama wa Kokurasetai ]

This is me, i do a lot of self-depracation jokes and jokes about wanting to die (most of the time aren't really jokes)

Also, I tried to find fics with this prompt but there aren't enough, so i may write some🙆🏻‍♀️

Kaguya Shinomiya

Kaguya is pretty prideful and she thinks really high of herself and once she falls in love with you she will think really good of you too (she could be a little simp but hide it with the excuse that just someone amazing can date her, a member of the Shinomiya Family)

That is why the first time she heards you saying something like that, even if is is just an small bad comment about yourself she is shocked, although she doesn't show it and may even laugh slighly because you said it in a joking manner but her mind become a mess in a second, a lot of thoughts run cross her mind trying to find out why are you saying such things

Kaguya get bugged by the worry for a long time and she will be trying to find out the reason behind those comments you say, and the more you say them the more anxious she gets by trying to understand, she even become wary of your surroundings thinking that maybe someone is either making you think that of yourself or even forcing you to say it

Kaguya is so busy trying to find a culprit that she doesn't even heard when Sayaka say that it could be just your kind of humor and a bad habit, although when she mentions that in some cases is a way to people to cope with a bad self-esteem or other problem such as anxiety is when she actually pay attention and even take it as the reality because that way is still someone to blame, the people who made you think/feel that way

Kaguya, proudly of the conclusion she reached, start making a plan to both, find out who in hell made you feel so bad to the point that you constantly talk bad about yourself (even worst in a joking manner) and to raise your self-esteem

First of all she will keep being wary of your surroundings and pry in your personal life (she doesn't even have to do it herself she will put Sayaka in charge to investigate everything that could help to find out the culprit), also she start to glare at everyone who laughs at your jokes

She doesn't really like that your jokes but she won't show it directly, she plan to slowly raise your confidence and self-esteem by filling your surroundings with discreet positive comments about yourself, discreetly cheering for you to do activities where you can feel better, as well as making sure you recive all the compliments and all recognition she knows thinks you deserve (even when she gets easily jealous) is almost like she is trying to braindwash you

Yuu Ishigami

Once Ishigami falls in love he becomes pretty caring, still he has problems to express himself in a way it doesn't come across as rude but he tries

He isn't some who says things just to get into the good side of people, he had already showed that he doesn't care what other people think of him (although that doesn't exactly count with you), so when he says that you are really amazing he means it

The first time he hears you making a self-depracation joke he literally stops whatever he is doing and look at you dumbfounded, he even ask you to repeat yourself in case he thinks he had missheard you, once you repeat it and make clear that you actually just insulted you he doesn't know what to do or how to react, if you two are just friends he won't say much but still troubled him, but if you already are dating he will pry a little more

Ishigami tries to not make a big deal of it but it still make him feel uneasy, he want to know why are you saying such things of yourself, although, how much he pry and insist on knowing the reason depend in how often you say it or how harsh your words are, he doesn't want to but he could be pretty intimidating while trying to ask you about it (he does it unconsciously though)

If it pass some time without stopping or at least explain it you two will have a talk about it, even if he has to force you, is just that he is really worried that you actually thinking that bad of yourself

From that it becomes his personal goal to try to raise your self-esteem and get out of this bad habits of yours, he knows how harmful can be to hear so often this kind of comments towards you since almost all the school think bad of him, but being the one who say that things to themselfs is even worst, and even when he doesn't show it it worries him a lot

It doesn't matter if is just a bad habit of you or that you actually have a bad imagine og yourself, he wants to help you stop it, at least a little as well to help you see yourself in a better way, and he doesn't say it out loud but it hurt him hearing you insult yourself when he thinks that you are so amaizing and beautiful

Although he take it pretty well and don't force you to stop imediatly, Ishigami even laugh at some of them, the smallest and silly ones (like if you call yourself dumb or even if you make jokes about wanting to die he may say that he want it too) but just at the innocent ones and is always in a joking manner, the moment you start to go more harsh on yourself, even if is as a joke he stops you, either with a gently manner and contradicts you with compliments or with a joking manner

Chika Fujiwara

Fujiwara is pretty intense with her love for you, once you two become a couple she start to be more open and clingy

She could be pretty prankster and teasing, and she can call you silly or dumb from time to time but she never really mean it and is always in a joking manner, so she doesn't give much importance the first time she hears you making a self-depracation joke, she may even laugh at it if is a small one

Although she starts to get worried when she hears you making those kind of jokes more and more, and at some point she will comfront you about it (but she will do it in a pretty dramatic way)

When she comfront you she tries to do it in a calm manner, her plan is first ask you why you say such things about yourself (and worst in a joking manner) as well to ask you if you really feel that way about yourself, however she doesn't manage to do it that way because she start getring dramatic and even tear up a little either because you are trying to avoid the topic or because you accept that you have a poor self-esteem. Although if you tend to do jokes that goes more harsh on you she will comfront you more quickly and is more like she will be scolding you

She is scolding you for saying such things about the person she loves, but when she manage to calm down, at least a little, she will explain that for her you are amaizing and even when she calls you silly sometimes she never really mean it, and you shouldn't call you that way neither

After that talk about this habit of yours she will make sure to change your sense of humor for a more innocent and healty one, also everytime she hear you making another joke like that she immediatly reacts by either scolding you or contradicting you with complimets

Other way she has to make you stop with your jokes is with aggresive affection, like hugging you so tightly leaving you without air so you can't say such things, kissing all your face to stop you from talking, or touching you in a not too innocent way until you stop calling yourself ugly, and she always do it with a naughty smile in her lips

Chika make her own personal goal to raise your self-esteem, and she even take it as a challenge so don't be surprise if she celebrate it as her own victory when you do less self-depracating jokes

Also, she is almost threating you if you insist on doing the jokes (is pretty intimidation but cute too), although after a while she will get usted to your jokes a little, but just to the smallest and innocent ones, like if you call yourself silly, but she will never stop reacting pretty bad to the more harsh ones

Miyuki Shirogane

Miyuki is really caring towards you, although even when it doesn't seem like it he is really shy too so he has problems to show it directly, as well he tries to keep his cool and unfazed/perfect facade

The first time he ever heard you making a bad comment about yourself he is dombfounded, he is so taken aback that at first he may laugh or even agree with you but once he finally process what you had say his mind become a mess in a second, overthinking everything from if you really think that of yourself to if you are trying to say something to him, heck he is even wondering if this is some kind of test for the joking tone you used

He will be thinking on it for a while, is probably that you already made more jokes like that before he even fully understand why are you saying it

He is really worried but at the same time is scare of saying anything about it, he tries to discreetly ask you why you say such things but is probably that you don't catch his intention or that you just answer that is just humor and confuse him even more. At the end it has to be you who finally decide to talk about it or else it would pass a long time before he it is made of courage to ask you

When he finally comfront you about it he still tries to act mature and like the leader he is (or at least in the school) but he is still really nervous about it, that much that he pay a lot of attention to everything you say when he ask you about the jokes, he even try to discover if you are trying to say something between lines (is just that he is really nervous). Although the more time it pass or the more jokes you do the more worried he gets, so it could reach the point where he leave aside all his nervous and talk to you in a more serious manner, not with his facade or trying to find hidden messages, just speaking his heart out

He truly wants to know the reason why you say such things about yourself, and if is really because you have a low self-esteem it worries him even more, he may even wonder if he had say or did something that made you feel bad about yourself

Miyuki wants to help you but he doesn't know what to do, so, since in that moment he is being a little more serious he just let his heart speak and tell you how much he loves you and how amazing you are in his eyes (although he will be pretty embarrased for it later while remember it, but at least he can't say that he regret it)

He is too shy to express how much he loves you so directly again, so he just prefer to deny every bad comment you say about yourself in a pretty serious manner or even try to change to subject (although if you two are alone he may try to give you compliments in a way to contradict what you had say), is shy to show it directly but he worries a lot for you

#kaguya sama love is war #kaguya sama wa kokurasetai #kaguya sama love is war x reader #kaguya sama wa kokurasetai x reader #kaguya shinomiya #kaguya x reader #shinomiya x reader #yu ishigami #yu ishigami x reader #ishigami x reader #chika fujiwara #chika x reader #fujiwara x reader #miyuki shirogane #miyuki x reader #shirogane x reader #anime and manga #anime x reader #anime x you #x reader #x gn reader #anime #manga

[white-poppie]

Fairytale

Character pairing: S. Ryomen x Gn! reader  Genre: Fluff to Angst  Rating: 11+ Warnings: death, crying, implicit mentions of sex, gore, mentions of prostitution and human sacrifice 

Song recommendation: Fairytale by Alexander Rybak 

Vocabulary:

 Kagami: Mirror||  Hitobashira: Human Sacrifice|| Onsen: Hot spring || Seinaru mizu: Holy Water

(I altered it up a bit more for the sake of this fic, please note that I am not appropriating any culture or mocking it. It is in fact a fic set in ancient Japan therefore I included some elements from Japanese culture for authenticity.)

Jujutsu Kaisen (呪術廻戦)

The king of curses received many human offerings every year. Quivering and pathetic humans, agreeing to whatever he wants. He keeps them until they satiate his needs and then he simply kills them. He get bored of them, very easily.

Meek little preys closing their eyes like pigeons in front of cats, having no will or resistance.

What was different about you? You were a prisoner of war, brought from far lands, a delicacy for only the best. Like gods are offered cattle, the king of curses gets humans.

You were a starved little thing, grimy skin was scrubbed by the same people who had held you captive, making you look presentable as an offering, how atrocious.

Your calves were kicked as you force-kneeled in front of him, an unamused look was etched onto his face. You were as good as a Hitobashira, except in this case this was for no god, it was for a being far too sinister.

As soon as the others left so you could get some ‘privacy’, you took out the ornament in your hair, aiming in directly at your throat.

“Oh, what do you we have here?” he muttered through his thick pronunciation, using words that were not even used anymore. He was old,  far older than you could imagine.

“Let me rest in peace,” you whispered.

“Why so, little one?”

“I have seen the face of war, too much death in one life-time, I am tired; I know you would kill me after using me, why not just end it now? At least I won’t have to bow to the monster who’s hands are stained with the blood of my people.”

 He chucked and grabbed your wrist in an instance, “looks like I will be keeping you for a while.”

The first time Sukuna was drawn towards you, it was out of preference.

You had found berries from the wild and ran towards him holding a few in your tiny palms. “What’s this?” He asked, scowling.

You gulped in fear realizing how inappropriate that was of you, “m-my king...I must have been out o..of my mind t..to have disturbed you fo..for such a trivial matter.”

“No, I am asking you just got me these many?”

You whipped your head up at him, “p-pardon?”

He extended his much larger palm, gesturing to hand him the berries, you slowly slide them on his, it was scary how the berries you were struggling to carry in two hand, fit in his one hand. He popped one berry into his mouth, relishing the taste.

“Next time take a basket, remember this, I have quite the liking for berries.”

The second time Sukuna was drawn towards you, it was out of jester.

Another curse had a talk with Sukuna, you were sitting in his shrine, reading through some scriptures, while also attending to his needs, you disliked the job.

His eyes suddenly fell at you, licking his lips he spoke, “my lord, why must you keep such a low ranked courtesan for yourself, I can bring some very high level prostitutes for you, and perhaps you can give this one...to me, I will find a good use for them.”

Sukuna scrunched his eyebrows, “I am content with them besides theyare not a Yūjo, they is more of an errand runner.”

He clicked his tongue, “such a shame, they might not be the prettiest, but the brothels could use them, vixens are of the highest value.”

He walked towards you, snatching the scriptures from you, “you are quite ugly from up close.”

“You must be looking at a kagami,” you said with a kind smile. Sukuna chortled at your ministration.

The curse growled at you and tugged at your hair harshly, you tried to claw his hand, but you were no sorcerer. 

In the next few seconds, Sukuna had the curse’s arm severed, “How dare you touch my things, you pitiful curse!” 

“Walk in shame now, show the entire country that you had your armed severed for touching what belonged to the king of curses!”

The third time Sukuna knew he was drawn towards you, it was because of your courage.

Sukuna was cruel, but not wicked. He knew that humans make mistakes and learn from them, he used to let go of his servants with a quick warning when they made a mistake once or twice, but third time?

You should be on your knees begging for mercy if you had made the same mistake thrice in front of the king of curses.

Sukuna needed his baths warm. As warm as an Onsen’s water, nothing more, nothing less,

“Your highness, please forgive me! This is the last time! I would never let this happen again!” The old woman pleaded, tears forming like pearls in her eyes.

Sukuna had cursed energy radiating from him, the sensation was so heavy that it could make the vapour in air to rain.

Before you could think you were kneeling in front of him, “Your grace, it is my fault to not have supervised the bath, I am as guilty as her, besides she is growing old, her skin is loosing her touch, I will make sure this never happens; I beg you, let go of her.”

“I am not sure if you are brave or just stupid, do wish to die?”

You kept quiet shivering in fear.

“Answer me!” his voice boomed through the shrine.

“No your highness, but I don’t want her to die either. I would much rather die than someone who’s only fault is aging with time.”

Sukuna growled and picked you up from your collar, a mere leaf trembling in wind for him. It was the first time he saw a mortal defending another in a clearly disadvantageous situation. What peculiar creatures, humans truly were!

“I expect my baths to warmer this time, brat.”

The first time Sukuna was starting to being ‘attracted’ towards you, it was because of your gentleness.

The way your eyes would sparkle when you looked at the little doe in front of you. Letting it nudge your face with it’s nose. White spots on its brown back. Sukuna could see two innocent little preys.

He lay in a large daisy field, basking in the sunlight. You sat beside him and worked on making a flower crown.

“You have been working on this for a while now, what are you making?”

“Oh-its a flower crown your grace!” you giggled and wrapped the last flower around. 

You looked at him, questiongly, not wanting to do anything that might upset him. He nodded.

You leaned in and placed the crown on his head, “a crown truly befitting the king of curses!”

Sukuna swore he could have felt his cold heart beat in eons, the icy and  scabbarded thing he thought was incapable of experiencing human emotions.

The second time Sukuna was starting to being ‘attracted’ towards you, it was because you were not afraid of him.

Sukuna stumbled in his shrine, body littered with cuts. He had turned into his true form for a war, the four-armed, two faced demon. Ginormous in size and the brute strength that followed.

“Sukuna-san?” you whispered shakily. He was sure that you would run away now, call him a monster, that would just give him all more reasons to paint the walls of his shrine with human blood again.

“You...are-” say it Y/N, go on, “-hurt!” You scampered out of the room, making him freeze. Had you run away?

You came back with some clean cloth and bowl of water and mortar and pestle.

He sat back on his throne. You leaned down and took his hand in yours, carefully cleaning the cut.

“You are not scared of me?” he couldn’t help but ask.

“I am scared of you, but not because of your form, rather it is due to your poweress. I am as scared of you now as I am when you are in your vessel.”

Sukuna realized that he doesn’t have to hide his true form in front of you then.

The third time Sukuna knew he was attracted towards you was due to lust.

Lust wasn’t a feeling the king of curses had ever felt. Broken mortals seeking refuge in his arms, only for him to break them even more and then dispose them when he got bored. He never felt this infatuation before.

Sukuna was aware that he was taller, bulkier and far greater than any other human. It never really affected him, until he realized how...petite you are as compared to him.

The way his single hand was bigger than your face itself. Oh how delicate! He swore he felt something predatorial in him swirl. 

He wanted to keep yourself just for him, protect your innocent and pure soul from the outside world. 

He wanted to worship you, build temples on your body with the caverns of his mouth;  to make sure both of you were equally drowned in pleasure.  He wanted to carve a permanent seat for you, under him. He wanted to wrap you around him and devour you. He knew he wanted to be the one to corrupt you.

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And so he did.

Sukuna never knew what salvation was until he met you, he experienced human emotions with you like the seven colours of the rainbow, bursting suddenly and...evaporating easily.

The first time Sukuna knew he was in love with you, was unfortunately too late of a realization.

“Sukuna-san!” you disturbed him from his slumber.

“The villagers are out with fire, they are going to burn the shrine!” you shouted.

Sukuna walked out of his room, his kimono dipped down his shoulders till his pelvic bone. He hissed as he felt the ground burn under his feet while you stood without any problem.

It didn’t take long for you to realize what they were planning, “My lord the fire was a distraction! They sprinkled seinaru mizu around the shrine!”

“We will have to get you out of here!” you panicked, “please escape through the back, I will say that you weren’t in the shrine!”

“And make them think that the king of curses is a coward? Let me handle it, go hide. Even if anything goes wrong, don’t you dare come out!”

“But-”

“No buts,” he ordered, his hand cupping your cheek, “go now.” And so you nodded and escaped through the back and hid in the now dry daisy fields, you could only hear muffled sounds of the commotion.

A guttural scream pierced through the air, your breath hitched; you knew it wasn’t Sukuna’s but the sound was so painful. A light smell of Burning gawked in on your senses, the field had been set to fire, drawn in a circle, you had no where to run. The flames kept on getting closer and closer, you could taste the smoke on the tip of your tongue.

“Sukuna!” you shouted, but your scream was nothing compared the sounds of war. 

The flames englufed you, you thrashed around in pain, helplessly calling him to save you. 

When Sukuna had finally killed everyone, his eyes met with the fire.

“Y/N?” he called out and upon wearing a low rumble of his name he rushed towards the flames. His body burnt yet he thrust forward to find you.

Around the centre of the patch he saw you, who was covered in red and brown burns. Your face was contorted into something painful.

He could work with that! All he needed was for you to be alive! He shook your body and carefully picked you up to carry you back in the shrine.

He gently poured cold water on you, patting your face to wake you up.

His long fingers picked your hand and tried to find a pulse, there was none. His lip trembled and he got up.

The whole village faced his wrath that day. Men, women and children all were slaughtered. He sat on top of the their bodies and grieved, that scabbard heart was no longer beating.

Year 2019

Sukuna was experiencing the world again. This time not through his body, but from the body of his vessel, Itadori Yuuji.

He saw Yuuji looking at the direction of a voice.

“Huah? So you are telling me that boy is the vessel of the king of curses, Sukuna?”

The lady chuckled and walked close his vessel, examining him, “I am Y/N, L/N nice to meet you!”

“By the way can Sukuna-san hear us talking right now?”

“Yes I can, brat,” he answered.

“Woah! That’s so cool!” you replied, your eyes literary glimmering, “nice to meet you too king of curses!”

Sukuna didn’t need any other reminder to make sure that was you. It was the name and the voice. So the scriptures about reincarnations were true, huh? Those goddamn gods really loved to torment him.

 You were his fairytale. Something that made his crooked self warm. You stood here again, in front of his eyes, this time, he won’t let you go. 

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(In case request are open, if not, that is alright, feel free to skip this or ignore or whatever you like) can we get Octovaneil with a kind hearted soft speaking sea bunny male S/O that is also there childhood friend,? One that regrettably had to betray the Octovaneil trio behind their backs during the events of books 3 to help yuu/MC because he thought things were going too far. ( if you can for Azul, can you make it to where S/O would try to defend Azul when he was getting bullied as a kid but in the end, couldn't do much because is S/O not only is a slug but also a tiny kid,) it's ok if this is too much and like I said, feel free to ignore if requests are not open, thank you for your time anyway 😊

Octavinelle Trio With A Sea Bunny Boyfriend

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YES YES YES OMG!!!!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!!!!!

Funny thing is I have an Octavinelle oc and he’s a sea bunny! How the turns have tabled

I didn’t make him soft speaking (he’s very outspoken) but I did make him kind hearted it’s just not written in very well.

Also Yuu-san is mentioned in this but I will replace them with my Yuu-san (ironically named Jin(or Yuujin if you want to know))

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Azul was immediately fond of you because of how you met. You were defending him from some bullies in his class even though you were just a small sea bunny. He easily considered you his first friend

Your love began to show in middle school with the both of you doing small gestures for each other and you officially began to date before going to NRC and you both couldn’t be happier

You knew of the shady business that Azul and the tweels ran because you were a part of it and you didn’t have a problem snaking in poor unfortunate souls but something changed after exams

Enter Yuujin, the perfect of Ramshackle, who fought for the lives of his friends’ freedom who broke contract. The contract that Azul made Yuujin sign didn’t sit right and you didn’t know why...

You decided to offer your help discreetly as to not alarm Azul. For the first time, this shady business didn’t sit right with you

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“You probably shouldn’t do that.”

The first years looked at you, their faces mixed with confusion and anger. “And why shouldn’t we?” The Savanaclaw freshman asked.

“Because Azul will expect that. You need to plan around that outcome.”

“And why would we trust you?! You’re part of Azul’s posse!” “And you’re his boyfriend!” the cat and the red Heartslabyul student yelled.

You looked directly at the perfect. “I don’t know but this deal he wrapped you up in is unfair and I’m not going to sit by and watch you lose your entire dorm. Just trust me.”

The group started arguing but the perfect spoke up. “Thank you.”

You walked away from the group, hoping that would at least take your advice and if not, you’d just have to help them again.

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You began to help them more and more from the sidelines until the 3rd day of the contract where you showed your intentions to help. The tweels were surprised and angered by your interference but it wouldn’t matter if the first years got the picture

You didn’t account for Yuu-san gaining help from Leona or Ruggie. You never accounted on seeing your boyfriend overblot because of trauma. You wished you would’ve stopped this, that you stayed at Octavinelle with him but the damage had been done and now you had to undo yours

You hugged Azul so tight when he came to and wiped away any tears he had left in his eyes. When Jack presented the picture, you were shocked that it was a picture of your elementary school days. Floyd pointed out all of you while Azul panicked for no one to look. You could only laugh as he tried to hide himself in your arms like in his octopus pot

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“You know you can go with Jade and Floyd right?”

You looked at Azul who was beside you holding the picture in his hands in front of the museum wall. He was still in his human form while you had reverted to your sea bunny form

“And why would I do that? I want to be with you.” You responded.

Another moment of silence passed before Azul spoke again.

“Why did you help the perfect? What did you see in them?” You paused for a moment, the answer getting stuck in your throat.

“Because I felt that the deal you made with them was unfair. I don’t know why it was him but it was and I don’t regret helping them.”

Azul merely smiled at you. “You always did stick up for the small voices.” He stuck the photo back onto the wall, staring just for a while.

You took his hand in yours to comfort him. He squeezed your hand back and leaned down to kiss you, which you happily returned.

The tweels and the first years called out to the both of you and you both swam/walked hand in hand with each other.

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Jade was immediately fond of you when he saw you, a small sea bunny, standing up for yourself to kids who were twice as big as you. He easily walked up to you and claimed you as a friend of his along with Floyd and Azul

His love for you started showing in middle school and you officially started dating before going to NRC and you both couldn’t be happier

The shady business you shared with Azul never really bothered you much. You worked with Jade to make sure students told the truth in whatever means necessary but, after the first wave of exams, something changed

Yuujin, the perfect of Ramshackle, had challenged Azul for his friends’ freedom with a contract that put them at a severe disadvantage. That made you a little uneasy

You were tasked, along with Jade and Floyd, to guard the museum picture so that they couldn’t get it. You refused with the excuse that you could watch for his next move but, in reality, you were going to help him. This deal was unfair and it didn’t sit right with you.

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“You sure you should do that?”

The small group of first years turned to face you. “And why shouldn’t we…?” The blue Heartslabyul asked suspiciously.

You only chucked. “Because it’s so obvious. They’ll expect that, especially Jade. You need to rethink your plan of action.”

“Why should we listen to you?!” “And why are you even offering your help anyways? You could’ve stopped this!” The cat and Savanaclaw student yelled.

You sighed and faced the perfect. “That…deal was unfair. Loosing your dorm over some museum picture you can’t get? It’s just not right. You don’t have to believe me but at least listen to me.”

Before the rest of the group could chime in, the perfect only smiled. “Thank you.” You nodded and quickly walked away, hoping they would at least listen to you. If not, you’d just have to try again.

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You would often give the first years advice or even outright tell them Azul’s plans and Jade’s patterns. On the 3rd day, you decided to go with them and show your intentions to help. Jade was shocked and upset that you decided to help them but it didn’t matter so long as they got the picture before sunset

After you return to Octavinelle and deal with Azul’s overblot, you notice that the picture was the one from your elementary field trip. You couldn’t help but laugh at the shenanigans. You felt a cold, gloved hand gently hold your own and looked over to see Jade holding your hand, staring at it in both sadness and confusion. You merely scooted close to him and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek while he nuzzled his face into your shoulder

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“We haven’t been here since we were children. A fond memory.”

You swam slowly next to Jade as he was admiring the museum you hadn’t been to in years. “Yeah. It was pretty fun.” You responded back

Jade smiled back at you as he swiftly took your hand and led you to a more secluded place of the museum, away from the others. He sat the both of you down on a nearby bench and sighed, letting his smile drop.

“I need to know. Why did you help the perfect? What changed you to their side?” You paused. Jade was clearly upset, having to face against his own boyfriend because of the business he had with Azul.

“I don’t know…but what I do know is that the contract was unfair. I wasn’t going to stand by and watch someone loose their own dorm.”

Jade had paused for only a moment, before smiling lovingly and placed his forehead against yours. “You were never a fan of unfair deals.”

You smiled back and placed a kiss on his lips, which Jade returned happily. Floyd had whined out to the both of you as you sighed and made your way back to the group hand in hand.

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Floyd was fond of you because of how brave you were to him. Standing up for little kids against other kids bigger than you. Who knew that a little sea bunny would be so fierce. New friend unlocked

He knows he started to love you in middle school and you both started dating sometime before enrolling in NRC. Both of your lives became much more interesting after getting together

The shady business that you were involved in never really bothered you much. You mainly worked in the lounge but you sometimes worked with Floyd in the more violent aspect of the business. You were never really interested in hurting or helping students outside the lounge, but the days after exams changed your view

The perfect of Ramshakle, Yuujin. He walked into the lounge with no fear demanding his friends be let go from the contract. The contract he signed in exchange didn’t sit right with you but you couldn’t figure out why…

You were meant to follow Jade and Floyd to the museum to stop them, but you denied saying someone had to watch them on land. As much as Floyd pouted and complained, Azul let you, unknowing of your intentions to help the perfect and his band of friends

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“That’s super predictable. You shouldn’t do that.”

The small group of first years turned around to face you. “Oh yeah? How would you know?” The red Heartslabyul student taunted.

You merely sighed. “Because other students did the same thing in the past and got crushed for it. You need to do something out of pocket; something they won’t expect.”

“Oh yeah?! And why should we listen to you?!” “Yeah! And you’re with that creepy eel guy!” The blue Heartslabyul student and Ramshackle cat yelled.

You turned to the perfect, ignoring the others while you spoke. “That…thing Azul had you sign was unfair and puts you at a heavy disadvantage. You need to be prepared for every outcome and every possibility, especially around someone like Floyd. I want to help so just trust my words.”

While the other freshmen were arguing, the perfect looked at you and smiled, making the others quiet. “Thank you.”

You simply nodded and walked away. You hoped that the perfect would be smart enough to take your advice, but you felt like you wouldn’t have to worry about him.

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You would discreetly give the small group advice or snippets of plans the trio had. On the 3rd day of the contract, you went with them to the museum to help them get the picture. Floyd was pouty and angry at you for helping the freshmen your entire encounter but you’d deal with his bad mood later. Your top priority was the freshmen.

Floyd’s bad mood during the museum trip and Azul’s overblot seemed to have gone away when he noticed the picture was from your elementary trip all those years ago. You laughed at the others shenanigans but noticed that Floyd was giving you passing glances and sad or pleading eyes. He was still upset but you knew he would confront you when he wanted to talk. He always did

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“Ahaha! This is so fun! We haven’t been here since we were guppies!”

You watched Floyd happily swim around the museum while you slowly followed behind. “Nothing’s really changed about this place.” You commented back.

Floyd stopped to stare at you. You were both far ahead of the group because of Floyd’s curiosity so no one would be able to bother you.

“Hey, why did you help little shrimpy? I didn’t wanna squeeze you, I wanted to squeeze the minnows!” Floyd whined as he slowly swam closer to you.

You knew that Floyd was upset but not like this. You softly took his hand in yours. “Honestly, I don’t know. There’s something about the perfect that made me help them. The deal was unfair so I helped him and I don’t regret it.”

Floyd could only giggle as he reached his hands around your middle and hugged you tightly, your faces a few inches apart. “Shrimpy is pretty interesting, isn’t he.”

You giggled back at him and placed a small kiss on his lips which he returned without hesitation. As he started whining for more kisses, the others caught up to you so throughout the rest of the trip, you would sneakily give Floyd kisses which made him very happy.

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#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst #twst x male reader #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x male reader #jade leech #jade leech x male reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x male reader

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CEO yandere blackpink (idk if you already done CEO yandere) were you tell them that you don't love them and you'll never love them 🦊

Hey 🦊 anon!

CEO!Yandere!Blackpink reaction to S/O confessing that they never will love them.

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Word count: 1,262

Warnings: minor mentions of family death.

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Jisoo

She remembers how it felt when she first met you, she remembers the giddily dance the butterflies performed around her insides. It was the first time she had felt genuine love since her parents passed. 

She sang to herself those songs she once hated, the songs that only people so intoxicated by another would even think about singing. She remembers how disappointed in herself she was when she kept slipping into that sing-song trap.

Jisoo keeps catching herself in the middle of simple minded acts, doing something that correlates directly to you, someone far down the ranks compared to her social and importance in stance. But she knew what she had to do. Jisoo knew she had to just ask you out.

When she found herself sitting in her expensive leather chair, surrounded by files and books of god knows what with you standing awkwardly in front of her- she panicked.

When she asked you, her voice betrayed her. The unstableness of her mind was long gone with the way she had phrased it- how she even said it.

She sounded cocky, she even looked cocky. Sat with a pen being passed between her fingers as she's surrounded by furniture only someone making six figures could even think about affording. She reminded you of previous people in your life, and you didn't like it one bit.

No matter how important this job was, you were willing to risk losing it to stay away from the more arrogant people alive, so you did what you felt was best, and rejected her.

"Sorry Miss Kim. But I'm not remotely attracted to you and I never will be" you then proceeded to excuse yourself from her office in a rush, not wanting to see nor hear the aftermath of your actions.

But she just stared at the door, eyebrows furrowed as she let out a heavy breath.

She blew everything before anything could even begin. But she wouldn't let that stop her from trying again... and again, until she gets what she deserves.

Jennie

Jennie had grown all too selfish within her time of being the CEO of a major fashion brand. She had high expectations from everyone, but failed to meet them herself. She was a hypocrite nonetheless, and you hated that the most about your boss.

You remember all the times she's called you to her office, demanding a lunch with a recipe so long and complicated that it wouldn't stick to your mind the first million times you heard it. She judged you on your work performance, your work attire, your timings on reports and fights within the building. 

And you. Hated. It.

Today was barely any different either, considering that Jennie had judged you upon first inspection as you entered her office.

From there, her voice remained dominant above all else, but lacked the manners she expected from everyone else who worked both beneath and above her. She was hypocritical, but she couldn't see that, she was too blinded by the products and income her company was making.

"No" you had simply let out, it rolled off of your tongue so easily that it almost scared Jennie half to death. Since when did you grow a backbone? "Miss, with all due respect, I'm your assistant and you're my boss. I couldn't ever love you, what we have is a mutual work bond" if you'd even call it a bond at all…

Jennie had simply crossed her arms, displeased with the answer she received, and being daddy's little girl since she was basically I'm the womb, she had the sour attitude to do something back.

"Wrong answer"

Rosé

She had nothing wrong with her. Generally. Rosé had no flaws, but that's what creeped you out immensely.

Every time you passed her in the hallway, your eyes would seem to follow her until they couldn't. Every time you had to accompany her to a meeting, your hands etched to touch her- more specifically her hands or thighs.

You were heavily in denial for any small crush you had cursively developed from all these months you've worked with her. She looked like a goddess, talked and walked like one too- but no, you didn't want any involvement, knowing she would be bad for you in some way or another.

Her voice was just too soothing, her face too pretty, her movements too elegant. There was something too strange about her, like she was god's masterpiece sent down to earth by mistake. And she's successful? Clearly there are favourites amongst you all.

But, even if God had his favourite label set on Rosé, he was keeping an eye out for you too because when Rosé had just casually asked you to go and get lunch with her as a "date date" you could've taken that chance... but instead you were petrified and acted out of pure instinct.

"I-Im sorry Miss Park. I don't think we should see each other that way. I mean, you're my boss and I can't say I love you now because that would be a lie. I don't think I'd ever love you" you released it all, heart sank deep within your chest as you see the glimpse of embarrassment on her face, fixed with a disappointed frown. 

"It's okay… I'll see you around" her voice cracked as she hurriedly walked away. However, you failed to notice the small smirk that crept its way onto her lips just before she left.

Lisa

She was everywhere. Lisa hogged every billboard, every magazine page, every front window, and cluttered everyone's mind. Lisa was undeniably selfish but couldn't see it- and you had quickly caught onto that- having it been her worst trait amongst the rest.

Lisa would always boast about her products, making sure every aired show had to sponsor her at least twice for them to air. She was that stuck up about it. Her grin also contained heavy amounts of her horrendous personality, it wasn't all bad, granted, but certain things just ticked you off.

So it wasn't a shock when Lisa had asked you to be hers. Be hers like you were an inanimate object used for her snaked heart to turn to stone. She had slung herself lazily forward, her head resting in the palm of her hands like she couldn't be any more interested in your response. It's not like she actually expected you to say anything other than "yes" because she knew how everyone dropped to their knees for her… everyone but you.

"Sorry ma'am, but I don't feel that way about you" her eyes darted to you, a warning glare as she just sat up straight, eyes observing your every word and action. "And I never will- now if you excuse me. I have work" 

Being fired wasn't on your agenda, and you knew how lame you were for just leaving her, but you weren't going to stay in the same room your boss is in- especially not after you rejected her.

And as much as Lisa wanted to go after you, she stayed, and trashed her whole office, books with torn out pages rested, scattered along the floor as her chairs and tables where toppled over. She'd have to pay her cleaner double, maybe even triple to fix this mess of a sore tantrum.

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armin with an s/o who constantly bites/chews on their lip

Stop this is me 😭 I have a habit of doing this. Yes I'd love to write something for it!

- What would Armin be like with an s/o who has a habit of chewing their lip? (Your) Vanilla Chapstick

Armin/gn! Reader (headcannons/scenario)

Cws: gn! reader, modern au, s4 armin, established relationship, armin with a crush, anxious habits, winter time.

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Summary: How would Armin act with an s/o who always bites/chews on their lip? How might he try to help them?

A/n: I always find myself biting on my lip, it's a habit, so writing this felt natural and nice <3 we all need an armin in our lives.

He noticed your habit even before the two of you started dating. (He did stare at your lips often but don't mention it).

He wants to help you with the habit but doesn’t know how to without putting you on the spot and he doesn’t know how you’ll react. 

So one day he offers you a chapstick, a vanilla one (unopened) as a random little present, saying that it’s the brand he uses and it’s really good. 

He always feels bad when he notices you have a split lip, knowing how much of a painful inconvenience it usually is. It’s a habit he’s dealt with himself in the past, so he understands how easily it is to slip into it absentmindedly. 

When the two of you are dating and he notices you chewing your lip, he’ll gently tap his mouth or just offer his own chapstick for you to use. This happens more often during winter time, when the cold weather chaps your lips easier. 

He never ever ever ever shames you for it, and if you seem insecure about your lips not being soft or pretty enough, he reassures you that he thinks your lips are wonderful, you’re definitely not the only person, most people don't even notice, and kissing you is the best feeling in the world to him. Feels like heaven in his opinion.

He’s already a soft kisser, but if he knows you’ve been biting your lip more recently, he'll kiss you even more gently than usual. He'd be scared to bite your lip in fear of hurting you. Please do it to him though. 

If both of you forgot your chapstick and you lean in to get some off his lips, Armin.exe will cease functionality for a bit. 

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(Scenario):

“Angel,” Armin softly cooed, giving your gloved hand a squeeze with his own. You looked over to find him tapping on his bottom lip, and you immediately released yours from between your teeth. 

“Oh.. yeah,” you let out a sigh, giving him a grateful nod and shuffling around in the pocket of your coat. “Shoot…” you murmured. 

“Forget yours?” the blonde boy tilted his head. 

“Yeah, would you mind…?” you replied, gesturing to his pocket, but he was already reaching inside. 

You waited for a moment and Armin paused, releasing your hand from his to search in his other pocket before pressing his lips into a line. 

“Hm, well that’s ironic,” he lightly chuckled, giving you an apologetic smile and scratching the back of his head, fingers brushing over his scarf, “Sorry about that.” 

“It’s fine,” you replied, pursing your lips in thought for a moment. “Did you put some on before we left?” you asked, slowing your steps to a halt. 

“Yeah, why?” Armin stopped and faced you directly, unconsciously taking one of your hands in his again. 

“Could I have some?” you gave him a small smile and he drew his eyebrows together in confusion. 

“Angel, I would, but I thought you understood that I forgot mine at ho-” Armin widened his eyes when you cut him short, feeling his cheeks heat up despite the chilly bite of the winter air. 

Your lips were warm. He allowed his eyelashes to flutter shut and kissed you back, being met with the familiar butterflies that never ceased to appear since the two of you first met. 

You pulled back with a sweet smile which Armin found himself matching. 

“Thank you for the chapstick Love,” you gave him a close-eyed smile and Armin felt his cheeks redden. 

“Any day,” he replied, giving your hand a squeeze.

A/n: Thank you for reading!

#armin arlert #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #armin aot #armin snk #armin #college au #modern au #crush #lip biting #chapsticl #anxiety #anxious #anxious habits #anxiety tw #armin being a sweetheart #established relationship #fanfiction #headcannons #fluff #scenario #ask #inbox #requests #answered

[cccgsr-blog]

Some Thoughts on Halsin (Part2/2)

Part 1:

2. Halsin Romance

1) The Relationship with MC

First of all, I really like Halsin's open relationship tendency. I admit I like poly and can't take it well when a LI demands the MC make a commitment (Like, as much as I ship Shepard/Garrus, when Garrus demanded Shepard become a “One Turian kind of woman" in ME3,I was like: "WTF? How dare you! "). And of course, I've never kidnapped by Drows personally.

There are some individuals naturally who just don't invest themselves into intimate relationships too much, some people simply think they have more important, interesting, emotionally fulfilling things to do. I understand that traumatic experiences could easily bring more conflicts into a character build and make them more attractive, but I don't think it's necessary to explain all their behaviors that do not conform to realistic social norms through traumas. In my mind Halsin is in that case.

His true commitment lies in nature, not in individual relationships. In Orin's Love Test "Halsin is restless and roaming." He also told MC that his commitment to nature does not prevent him from enjoying connections with people from time to time. I think this is why he mentions the abduction with the attitude of "sharing fun stories," not because he was traumatized but because he simply didn't care that much. It was just a kind of exotic experience for him as he mentioned it was not all bad and did things that were not necessary for his survival. In my mind he might even as well use the opportunity to get first-hand observations of the Underdark and the Drow society structure.

So when Halsin confesses that his heart stirs for the MC, despite the claims that his heart does not stir easily, it is still just a "stir". I doubt he is actually falling in love with the MC, but rather like smitten by MC: MC did save him, save the Grove, save Thaniel, lift the shadow curse, kill Ketheric Thorm. For a MC that solved the problems that had haunted him for years, he is obviously deeply moved and grateful. As well as our MCs were built with quite a lot of attractiveness, who can be not smitten by MC? It's only natural that Halsin got smitten too, and he just comes up to MC directly.

2) Halsin's "horniness" and his Image as an Archdruid

Some argue that Halsin's horniness destroyed his image as a wise and strong archdruid. While it's true that Larian makes Halsin a companion to please players so they may think provided his content with heavy sexual implications is a good idea (which I agree with them but some others are not), still I think his "horniness" does not necessary conflict with his image as an Archdruid.

In Act 2, Halsin is fixated on lifting the shadow curse to the extent that if the player leaves the shadow-cursed lands, Halsin will leave the team. At the same time, he confesses his affection for MC but refuses to engage in any relationship until the shadow curse is resolved. Considering he was wild in his youth and had many lovers, the only explanation is the shadow curse take all his attention (which he had actually already told us literally) and makes him lose interest in seeking carnal pleasure and/or impose a very hard self-restriction, either out of guilt or out of agony.

At the same time, Act 2's conversation also reveals why he became the archdruid: his predecessor died, so he had to take up the mantle. In the conversation of Act 3, he doubts his capability as a leader. These conversations give me the impression that he doesn't enjoy the role of archdruid, which has a social/political nature, but for the sake of the Grove, he takes up the political responsibility nonetheless.

Halsin has a wild and angry nature, but when he became an archdruid leading the Grove and trying to resolve the shadow-curse, the fixation on his responsibilities suppressed his nature. This suppression has reached a point of break around the time of MC arrived: A Drow with a strange tadpole tried to get him, a nautiloid crashed, a chance of seeking the night-song. So he left the Grove to go to the goblin camp with those adventurers, which was very reckless for a leader, and only to get himself captured by the goblins. Obviously the self-restrain he had imposed on himself for a century is cracking that he'd let his eagerness get better of him. Hence, when the MC resolves various problems that have chained Halsin for so long and liberated him from the responsibilities and old debts, his nature comes back with force. He is once again the free and wild druid, with a heart that smitten by the MC, of course Halsin would be horny for them!

The real issue in Halsin's romance arc, is whether this smitten feeling can evolve into deeper emotions later, and that is where Halsin's personal storyline falls short: the effects of MC's charm on Halsin seem to wear off as the crisis resolves and Halsin's debt to MC repaid. He just leaves without any other potions for MC, which is poor handling from storytelling/character grow perspective. While personally I think this can be explained by Halsin's nature, and totally fine with him roaming freely again, I understand this closure is not enough for many other players.

To provide an option that allows MC accompanying Halsin to help him with the orphans would be much better. Under this option, the MC could choose to maintain an open relationship or encourage Halsin to consider a more exclusive one-on-one relationship. And more discussion about his wild nature and former suppressions throughout the game could help a lot. All in all, I could see some of the reasons why Halsin was presented like he was in the game, but still there could be much to be done to make him a better character.

#bg3 spoilers #bg3 halsin #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #character design #character discussion #halsin

[bitter-syscourse]

syscourse hot take from yours truly, me. also just a generalized hot take in general.

i do not think minors should be running/owning blogs that cover heavy topics. lets talk about why i think this, and why it directly affects syscourse.

DISCLAIMER // THIS POST IS NOT DIRECTED AT ANYONE OR ANY BLOG IN PARTICULAR. THIS IS SPECIFICALLY MY OPINION, AS AN ADULT, ON WHY I DO NOT THINK MINORS SHOULD BE HANDLING AND/OR COVERING HEAVY TOPICS.

minors can be influenced pretty easily, right? look at what tiktok has done with this disorder. minors are influenced into thinking that this absolutely awful and terrifying disorder is fun and dandy.

now think; minors running these big blogs, specifically syscourse related blogs, might feed into that “influencing minors” by mistake. am i saying all of them do this? no, but ive already noticed a small pattern with this type of stuff. hence the post.

blogs regarding syscourse and why endos/etc are bad are wonderful! yes, i love those, but i do not think that a minor, or anyone with a still developing brain, should be handling these heavy topics. this reaches towards literally everything. between talking of trauma, of C/SA, of S/RA, racism, antisemitism, literally anything and everything that can (and more than likely will) be a heavy topic.

am i saying that no one should be talking about these things? fuck no, if you think thats where im coming from, your back must be aching from reaching that hard. im simply saying that i think only (at least 25y+) adults should be handling these types of situations, and these blogs, to ensure that no one is being influenced to believe either blatant misinformation, blatant lies, or attempts to fear monger.

THIS IS JUST AN EXAMPLE. I AM WRITING AN EXAMPLE RIGHT NOW THIS IS NOT DIRECTED AT ANYONE, I CANNOT EXPRESS THIS ENOUGH. anyone at the age of 15 could easily say something regarding racism, “this and that is racist”, and there is the chance that other 15 y/o’s will say “youre right!” and blindly follow that when, and theres a slim chance, that the OP was wrong about what they said. congrats, now you have multiple people who believed something was right, when it was not! replace “racism” with any of the other topics i mentioned, or really any heavy topic. it works every single way.

this is something i have noticed 100% within the system community on tumblr. i am seeing people under the age of 18 running these syscourse blogs with heavy topics, consistently engaging in syscourse to the point that it doesnt even seem healthy for neither party, and outright spilling their own stories to the public. this is not safe. none of the above is safe. none of the above should ever be happening, and yet, its happening on a daily, because it has been something that i have been witnessing for the past few months.

minors should not be running these blogs. following, sure. reblogging, sure. liking, sure. giving their opinions, sure. running them? actively engaging in this 24/7? spreading their opinions as if theyre pure facts and truth? hell no.

this is just some shit that i am, genuinely, so exhausted of seeing. i am so incredibly tired of seeing minors preaching about these incredibly heavy topics, and chanting that their opinion is the correct one, that theyre right, etc etc.

#-🐝 #syscourse

[maguro13-2]

Club Firestone : REOPEN Pt.5

[Alarm Blaring]

Senku : So...Why on earth did we ever had a button in the Shack?

Kohaku : Beats me, something tells that isn't looking good!

Tamaki : Is this really bad for all of us?

[Run Command - Junichi Masuda]

[mechanical arms appears from the ground, the right hand grabs the shack that the gang are in while the other hand holds a slingshot]

Senku : This is bad!

Kohaku : Don't push your luck into it! We're about to be thrown into space!

Tamaki : Doesn't look like it!

Kohaku : Senku! Do something! Better quickly stop this crazy thing! [Senku tries to shut the mechanical arms off by pressing the button rapidly]

Senku : I'm trying!

[The Mechanical Arms finally stops before it could launch the shack]

Kohaku : Phew!

Tamaki : Thank goodness that's stopped it!

Senku : That was too close.

Man [heard from Tamaki's phone] : You boys like Mexico!?!

[MGS SFX : Exclamation Mark]

[The mechanical arms launches the shack into the sky.]

Ginro : Woah! There it goes! Heh, guess the catapult wasn't enough for full speed this time. [laughs nervously] I wonder where that shack is going by now?

[cuts to the shack flying through the sky]

Senku and Kohaku : [screaming in fear]

Kohaku : WE'RE FLYING WAY HIGH! WE'RE DEAD! WE'RE DEAD!

Senku : This is the real reason that you, Tamaki, is simply reminded that I told you not to touch stuff!

Kohaku : What were you thinking of having mechanical arms that could launch the shack with a slingshot.

Senku : What?! That wasn't my idea of creating those things! Some scientific jerkass, gave me the opportunity to use the Shack as a trap!

Kohaku : Well, who's dumb idea was it to lure us into this crap!? That's the reason nobody gets fooled by easily!

Tamaki : [looking out the window] Wow! We're flying in the sky way high! But you better get a load of this!

Senku : Let's not panic that this is the easiest way to figure this one out. We'll just have to sit and wait, and just think about of what you've done.

Tamaki : Me!? That was an accident! I did that on purpose because I was too excited!

Kohaku : That's because you should've pressed that button in the first place! And now we're flying in Altitude! And we're way above the country! Now it tells me that we're heading directly to somewhere that is located near the state of Alaska!

Tamaki : We'll just see about that.

"3 Hours later..."

[the gang are now playing cards]

Tamaki : Got any "8"s?

Kohaku : Go fish!

Senku : How many jacks do you got?

Kohaku : Probably three of a kind. How about you, Senku? What did you Get?

Senku : You'll probably know what I guess for you. I got my hearts, my kings, queens, and jacks. To make into bam! [slams] A royal flush!

Kohaku : Unbelievable!

Tamaki : No way! A royal flush!? That's absolutely crazy! No has ever beaten anyone in card games for a royal flush! That's bonkers!

Kohaku : [chuckles] Looks you win this round, Senku! But it's best of three that we have an opportunity in the best of card games!

Senku : You're on!

Tamaki : Uhh, guys. Not to mention while we're playing a game of cards, should we figure it out that where's this shack heading to? It feels like we're almost near into Canada.

Kohaku : Canada? Were did you heard that name before?

Senku : According to my caculations, I found out that the shack were in closer to an archipelago that we are approaching at a velocity in high speed. And I think we should probably land any minute now.

Tamaki : And I think we're heading to Haida Gwaii!

Kohaku : Haida Gwaii? Where's that in?

Senku : From the moment, Tamaki's a smart thinker. She knows where Haida Gwaii is, it's in British Columbia, a canadian province on the pacific ocean, and it's capital Victoria and the largest city is the Olympic city Vancouver.

Kohaku : Oh, Haida Gwaii's in British Columbia, which the canadian providence in the western side of Canada, the capital is victoria and the largest is Vancouver, which is home of the 2010 olympics.

Senku : Correct-o mondo, Kohaku. That's what where we headed to. Good old British Columbia.

Tamaki : And you thought that voice said we were going to mexico, but I think that we're straight headed to Haida Gwaii in British Columbia.

Kohaku : Oh, British Columbia.

[pauses for a moment and then the group outbursts]

All : [realizing] "BRITISH COLUMBIA"!?! [screams in fear]

[cuts to Daisy and Luigi looking at sky that shows Shack flying over]

Daisy : Oh, wow!

Luigi : Make a wish, honey.

[cuts to show the map of Haida Gwaii where the shack is about to crash landing at]

All : [yelling] WE'RE GOING TO CRASH LAAAAAAAND!!!!

[LOUD CRASH!]

~ WHAT WOULD HAPPENED TO OUR LITTLE CLUB NEXT? ~

#dr. stone #enen no shouboutai #fire force #tamaki kotatsu #kohaku #senku ishigami #tms entertainment #david production #shounen jump #shounen magazine #crossover #drama #comedy #dark comedy #science fiction #adventure

[mod-ibuki]

Since requests are open, I request kyoko kirigiri (thh) with a reader who is smarter than her in the killing game, hope you have fun writing this dude :)

“Not my fault.”

M-I: Another Kyoko request!! Hope you like this, anon!

Summary: Kyoko with a gn!S/O that’s smarter than her.

Pairing: Kyoko/reader

It’s almost like a competition to see who can solve cases faster. Well, in your mind. Kyoko just wants to get the class trials over with so they can move on, and go to the next floor. When the first case [Maizono’s murder] had occured, Naegi, Kyoko, and you went into it instantly. Just looking at the numbers on the wall was already obvious what it mean, but you needed more evidence that it was the person you were suspecting it to be.

So, you investigated on your own. You talked to others about the murder, and what information they could’ve had that could serve purpose in the trial. You were talking to Asahina, until Kyoko walked up to you, and you excused yourself, walking outside the room with Kyoko. “It’s most likely you already know who it is.” She looked at you, raising an eyebrow. It seemed she thought you’d tell her, but you never did, so she pushed a little. “Tell me. We can get the trial finished without any complications or going around in circles.” You shrugged, playing innocent, which seemed to slightly shift away from “Hm? I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” With that, you turned around and went back to questioning Asahina, who was more than happy to help.

This process repeated every trial. Yes, you loved her, but there was a sneaking suspicion that Monokuma was not going to play nice if you so easily exposed the killer in mere minutes. You decided it would be best to allow the others to solve this on their own, even if it might take about two hours to properly close the case. You’ll give clues here or there, since Kyoko does not take lightly on carrying each trial on her own. “S/O, have any ideas on what this could mean?” You don’t even need to look at her to know that she’s staring at you with a deadpan expression. “I have my theories.” The rest know that you can come in handy, so if Kyoko doesn’t directly answer, they may go to you for help.

When you do help though, she appreciates it greatly. As I mentioned, she doesn’t like babying everyone in the trial as it requires explaining every little detail to determine the murderer. Of course this is a good thing, but she’s gotten tired of doing it all the time. So Naegi does the explaining instead, and on rare occasions, you do as well, but in a.. unique style. “Then Chihiro got clapped-” “S/O.” “Sorry, got murdered-” Yeah, she doesn’t know how much longer she can take you.

You’re indeed very smart, but you don’t show it. You appear dumber than you actually are, and Kyoko knows that. She half understands why, but she’s still not sure why your vocabulary is so.. strange. Although you word things weirdly, she still loves you lots. :)

[Tell me if you want anything changed!]

#Request Completed! #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #triggerhappyhavoc #dr1 #reader insert #kyoko kirigiri #kyoko kirigiri x reader