#anyone who stays has to be pretty stubborn lmao

[grapefives]

ESTOY PERDIENDO | DR

luffy + law + drabbles (separately) x gn!reader (male lenient though)

reader w/gravitation manipulation powers + denial of feelings + fluff + love confessions + reader is a musician (best buddies w/brook) + WANO SPOILERS! + crewmate reader +ft.frobin

a/n: i say drabbles but lowkey they might as well be scenarios lmao (title translates to: i’m losing)

your captain is very known for going all out in a fight. especially when it’s some bigshot. you really loved that about him. you couldn’t help but feel the deadly need to be there once he’s worn out after a battle.

for example, right now, as soon as his body gave out from his gear, falling down the sky, you fought yamato to catch him. seriously, what a stubborn girl- er, boy. he’s your captain! as his crewmate you have to save him!

“luffy, you okay?” you ask rhetorically, making your way anywhere that was away from the rubble.

luffy pants, barely able to make you out from his blurry sight. “i’m… hungry.”

“and hurt, let’s find chopper,” you say gently, carrying him in your arms tightly.

“thanks,” he mumbles, melting into your arms.

“you guys are really something!” yamato clamors with fondness.

“yeah,” you smile down at your cute captain.

you feel so warm that luffy really doesn’t think he’d want to let go even after he blacks out. he holds on though, making sure he finishes his business with momonosuke before finally dropping.

luffy is someone who trusts quite easily, trust towards his crew mates is blind. yet, out of all his crew mates, he finds himself more fond with you. he loves to talk to you, to go on adventures with you and… secretly look at you for as long as you stay unaware of his gaze.

your captain is oblivious. he’s the type of person that mistakes love for friendship. one: he doesn’t know what love is. two: he’s pretty sure you’re his best friend. best friends like each other.

a lot.

which is why, when he wakes up, the first person he looks for is you. upon not seeing you, he deflates for a moment, until his stomach grumbles and he knows food is his priority.

“MEAT!!” he yells, chanting it despite how fast the plates are placed in front of him.

he’s devouring the plates as ruckus happens around him. momonosuke appears, he swears he couldn’t recognize the kid, and then yamato, who he soon learns was on a vigil.

“woah! thanks yamabro! must be why i feel so great!”

yamato grins, looking around. “where’s y/n!? y/n was starving too! y/n has to eat too, now that luffy is awake!”

“huh? why?” luffy tilts his head as he chews on some meat.

“y/n was also on a vigil, they liked the custom.” nami explains, not seeing how luffy’s eyes slightly widen and a small blush forms on his face.

you soon walk in, smiling wide when you see luffy. “glad to see our captain is awake!”

“sit down and eat,” luffy orders as he stretches his arm and grabs you, pulling you and making you gasp at the unexpected action.

if anyone knows anything about luffy stretching and doing things like that, is that the bounce effect is really jet lagging. so, due to the recoil, you slam into him and the two of you tumble over the floor.

he shouldn’t think much of it, not with the way your face is so close to his and any strands of your hair are tickling his skin. he pushes aside his flustered emotions and laughs, sitting up and shoving a plate of food in your hands.

and when you smile at him, wide and enchanting, he really puts in more thought about his feelings.

but again, he pushes them aside and goes on with his life. and yet again, he falls into the pit of his feelings for you during the remaining few days it takes to repair the ships.

“y/n, let’s go see if there’s food to eat!” he sayys clinging onto you.

“ah, hold on luffy, usopp said he wanted to switch shifts in a bit.”

“but you’ve been doing that all week!!” he whines,”spend time with me!”

he’s literally acting like a clingy partner. you can’t help but smile at his cuteness.

“oi, why are you staring at me like that?” luffy asks, feeling a bit nervous at your doe eyes and lopsided smile.

“huh?” you blink. you feel your ears turn red, “how?”

“almost the way sanji looks at women.”

you sputter, “luffy, you’re seeing things! it’s cus you’re hungry, how about you go to the banquet hall with usopp once he gets here-“

luffy frowns, “but i want to go with you!”

“luffy, seriously. i’m busy.”

“spend time with meee, captain’s orders!!”

you shake your head, only to continue and see how far he can go. you knows he’s stubborn, you had already mentally agreed to go with him but you like to tease him.

“don’t you want to set sail soon?” you ask, “we’re almost done with repairs. it won’t take long.”

“you always say that!”

“my, my,” robin laughs softly when she casually walks by, “better please his wishes.”

“luffy’s acting like a jealous boyfriend,” franky laughs, spawning out of nowhere.

luffy stands up straight. boyfriend is what? another level to best friends? he stares at them before staring at you, who seems to be blushing at their comments.

“a-anyways,” you continue, “i’ma go help franky-“

“if i’m your boyfriend will you come with me!?”

your eyes go wide, and you genuinely wonder if he even knows what he’s saying. “come again?”

“if i’m your boyfriend, will you give me attention?”

“l-luffy do you even know what you’re asking?”

“i’m asking to be your boyfriend!” he huffs, cheeks flushed a nice rosy color and puffed.

“and do you even know what that is?” you seem a bit troubled, almost sad.

there’s no point to agreeing if luffy doesn’t know what he’s asking. yes, you’ve grown these feeling for him a while ago, but he’s your captain. you don’t want to ruin that friendship, nor trust, with your feelings. plus, luffy never showed any sort of interest in that. you were just kidding yourself.

“it means you get to be with me! no matter what, i’m top priority!”

“i thought you said me reaching my dreams was top priority when i joined the crew-“

“second top priority!”

you can’t help but smile sadly, “i’d rather not, dating is pretty noncommon among pirates, it could interfere with lots of things.”

“but y/n~!” he clings to you again, “just say yes! i’ll be a good boyfriend! and if i’m not you can teach me!”

you blush, “teach you-“

his puppy eyes are just so… you groan.

“are you sure, a romantic relationship entitles other things. it’s a huge commitment.”

“if it has to do with you i’ll do it!”

you… “luffy i’m not very sure… i feel like you’re not taking into account how i feel-“

“do you like me?”

your breath is caught in your throat. “well, yes-“

“then what’s the issue!?”

you’re stumped.

“luffy,” robin buts in, “a relationship means more dedication to one another. it’s romantic.”

“romantic,” luffy repeats. he looks at you, “that means more hugging and stuff, right?”

“well, yes? for starters yeah,” you nod, heart beating like crazy.

“then say yes!” luffy huffs again.

you stare at him, then at robin and franky, who smile. “o-okay.”

luffy’s grin had never been so wide. you’re pretty sure you’ll be fine.

“play a song while we eat,” he says as he drags you along.

“luffy, i recall you said you wanted me to eat too. my hands will be full and i’d rather not dirty my instrument.”

“anything’s is possible if you’re my boyfriend.”

you couldn’t help but laugh. you feel so warm, so happy. for sure, everything will be alright.

trusting people doesn’t come very easily to law. even the man he owes his life to struggled to gain his trust, but that experience is what made him even colder. the walls he’s built so high around him were even guarded. he was a tough nut to crack.

and darn it! he hates you! he hates you so much! why? because you made him so… so soft! it’s like his walls are actually futons wrapped around him and he hates it!

“y/n-ya,” his voice is dull and his gaze is deadly.

“h-hold on cap!” you pant as you jump over rubble, holding him tightly in your arms.

“y/n-ya, let me down.”

“no offense cap but you can barely keep yourself awake-“ your breath hitches when the hilt of his sword buts your chin.

“down.”

“almost out of here-“ you trip, and he almost falls to the ground if it weren’t for you quickness, your fingers twitching to activate your powers, causing him to float for a measly few seconds before you get back up and pick him up.

“you idiot!” law yells, annoyed with how much care you’re giving him. he’s really trying to fight you but he can’t deny how worn down he is. but he won’t tell you that, duh.

“hey! stay still!”

“don’t give me orders you nimwit! let me down! i’m not weak!”

you growl, “law! we’re almost there! calm down!”

he stares at you, almost shocked at how aggressive you’ve gotten. his face heats up, unsure whether to continue his fight or actually give in. you are holding him quite strongly actually, if he were to allow himself to melt for a few seconds he knows he might fall unconscious. heck, he really wants to.

but all these enemies around! one look at this and he won’t heat the end of it! especially by the eustass bastard.

“bepo! are you okay?!” you ask when you see the rest of your crew.

“he doesn’t do well with heat!” sachi yells, “seriously! he’s a pain in the ass-“ he pauses, “captain!?”

law groans, so ashamed that he presses himself into you, wishing he could disappear. he focuses on anything other than the situation he’s in, which leads to him settling on your heartbeat. and he hates how much he enjoys it. both knowing you’re fine and being in your arms. it makes him realize how much he’s longed having you this close, makes him realize how strong his feelings for you are.

truly, he wishes he wasn’t such a coward when it comes to his feelings for you and you in general. and as he hears momonosuke give his speech after everything is settling down, you’re still touching him- putting bandaids and ointments on his injuries, bepo helping you as well.

and when everyone is settling for the night, exhausted from the last few months, especially the day’s fights, he almost wants to call for you.

“captain, any bandaids you want me to change before leaving?” you ask, startling him awake before he had fallen into unconsciousness.

he sits up on his futon, staring at you. “y/n-ya,” he says softly, unsure what to do or say.

is exhaustion going to make him reveal his feelings? will he own up to it? no, he can’t lose himself. he can’t let himself go soft. love makes you soft, right?

“-okay?”

“what?” he blinks.

you’re kneeling in front of him, a worried look on your face. “i asked you if you’re feeling okay. you’ve been more silent and out of it lately. you really need to rest. the guys are already sleeping, we should too. i just wanted to check on you before doing so-“ you fall silent when he leans into you, all his weight pressing into your chest.

you wrap your arms around him, afraid he could fall over if you didn’t hold steady. “captain?”

“y/n-ya,” his voice is so coarse, almost on the verge of giving out. “stay with me for the night.”

your heart skips a beat, and for a second you’re both scared he hears how flustered you are and to say yes.

“cap, you-“

“please,” he whispers, almost inaudible.

you close your eyes, sighing. “captain, i’m not sure. i… if i… if i could i would.” your heart hurts.

law looks up, he looks quite adorable tired. “why not? who did you agree to sleep with? i’m your captain, it was an order not a question.”

you stare at him, almost… sorry. you feel bad about your feelings. sleeping here with him will only make them worse.

“i… you know how bepo gets, poor thing. i better go before-“ you’re surprised when he hugs you, tight.“captain,” you try to pry him off of you, “are you feeling okay? why are you behaving so-“

“i love you.” he blurts into your chest. “i…” he squeezes you harder, “i want to love you.”

you falter, “w-what?”

he’s silent, almost scared at how this could go. and he’s so, so tired. so on edge that if you say no and you leave him alone in his uneasiness, he will most likely cry.

“law…” your hands tremble as they grab his face, his face is flushed with a lovely red, eyes drowsy and glassy. you’ve never seen him so… so raw. “tell me, is that true?”

he nods, not trusting his voice.

“i’m sorry,” you say, shattering his heart, “i really want to kiss you so i will,” he doesn’t even process that until after he feels a warmth on his lips.

and when he acknowledges the situation, he melts.

and he doesn’t regret putting his heart in your hands. because he knows he has yours in his.

#one piece #one piece luffy #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #anime headcanons #luffy x reader #law x reader #luffy x male reader #law x male reader #law x you #luffy x you #one piece x you #luffy x y/n #law x y/n #one piece imagine #one piece x gn reader #uvaverse #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar d water law

[drunk-on-dk]

Track 1: Hotel | Choi Seungcheol (m)

Track 1 - Hotel // Montell Fish - playlist linked here

Pairing: Heir!Choi Seungcheol x fem!reader Genre: SMUT (minors DNI), angst? w/c: ~3.1k (some change, barely proofread tbh) Summary: Old Money/Heir!Seungcheol can't help but invite you to his hotel room no matter how dangerous you are for him and his reputation.

Explicit Content - Minors DNI, Listeners 18+, NSFW Warnings Below

content warning: unprotected sex (stay protected pls); oral (male receiving); no specific pronouns used, but reader has female anatomy & wears a dress; degrading name (brat); bratty reader; dom!cheol; big dick!cheol; rough?cheol (pussy slapping, choking, makes the reader crawl); a bit of commentary on shitty businesses for the sake of minimal plot; secret hooking up lmao

a/n: lol this is the beginning of my playlist series and I just got so excited I couldn't wait to post! I hope you all enjoy it! As always, all feedback is appreciated <3

“When I met you in that hotel room

I could tell that you were so bad news

But I keep messing with ya, messing with ya

And now you messing with me, messing with me”

Seungcheol knew you were bad news when he first met you in ECON 101 his first year of university. You had plucked his pen right out of his fingertips with a devilish smirk on your lips and continued to scribble your number down on his hand without a second thought after he had been assigned as your study partner for the semester.

Admittedly, you were very attractive to Seungcheol the moment he laid eyes on you in the lecture hall. However, he soon would find out you both lived very different lifestyles. Seungcheol was the son of a successful tech business tycoon; following in his father’s footsteps and only committing to majoring in business to please the demands of said father. You, on the other hand, were a stubborn, moral driven business major who scoffed upon finding out Seungcheol was next in line for a company that didn’t seem to care about their own employees. You sure gave Seungcheol an earful about his father’s company, in which Seungcheol was already aware of the scandals and fully agreed with all that you said, but he couldn’t admit that to anyone but himself.

Unfortunately for Seungcheol, you were painstakingly intelligent, and he swore he wouldn’t have made it through economics without your consistent help. Honestly, Seungcheol claimed he wouldn’t have made it to graduation without you being by his side for the next years to come.

Both of you resented each other in a way; Seungcheol wished to live a normal life and wished that he had half the wit you did, whilst you were envious Seungcheol blissfully lived his life with ease, not needing to lift a finger to get what he wanted. You turned a blind eye to it though, admitting that Seungcheol was smart and too kind in comparison to his hard exterior, and you believed he’d make a better CEO than his father one day. Maybe you could even keep his head on straight if you stayed by his side long enough.

Even though you were tons of help to Seungcheol in university, you had caused him plenty of problems outside of classes. You became an activist of sorts, using a platform that you had built online to speak out against companies that engaged in immoral acts. One of those companies being Seungcheol’s father’s company, quickly becoming a thorn in his father’s side upon your rapidly gaining popularity.

After university, Seungcheol found you at large business events, usually catching you conversing with important people in the industry, a pretty, stray hair framing your face as you’d scribble notes down in your journal. Later he’d spot you seated in the far corner of whatever gala it was you both were attending, a glass of champagne in hand as your sharp eyes observed the crowd, only softening when you’d spot Seungcheol.

Seungcheol’s father demanded he kept a low profile at these events, and you were a controversial figure. However, it was hard to stay away from you, even when he knew his father hated the impact your words had on his business and would curse him out for ever knowing you. Seungcheol somehow always found a way to chat with you, basking in your snarky comments and rants that you’d sneak in by the bar. You were such a pain in the ass for Seungcheol in many aspects, but he was inevitably drawn to you from the beginning.

Seungcheol knew he was screwed when he started routinely fucking you after these events, typically inviting you up to whatever expensive hotel he was staying in for the night. You’d chuckle condescendingly at the ridiculous penthouse, but Seungcheol knew you didn’t care all that much when your dress would suddenly pool around your feet, stripping for him after just a blink of his eye.

To Seungcheol’s dismay, the first time you two snuck away had been caught by the paparazzi, and it had ended up in a business journal, calling Seungcheol out for flirting practically with the enemy.

Not even the scolding Seungcheol received that day could keep him away from you though; he just had to be smarter from now on. He couldn’t deny you when only you knew exactly how to ease his tension after these events.

Maybe the forbidden aspect is what drew him to you as well, but Seungcheol knew damn well that he loved how much of a brat you were for him. He couldn’t lie that you turned him on every time you tore his father’s business apart, shivers running down his spine as you’d run your mouth to him all the way home, and smirking at the fact you’d even dare to say such a thing in a limo funded by his father’s business. How ironic.

You’d keep going back to him as well, knowing that your relationship with Seungcheol was not practical in the slightest, even if part of you fantasized about a life with him outside of all this business bullshit, but damn, did he give you good dick. It sure did a good job at lessening whatever stress you felt at the end of the night.

It became routine, Seungcheol would invite you to his hotel, you’d scoff at the ritzy interior, and he’d stare you down expectantly from the opposite side of the ridiculously big room.

“Are you going to be a fucking brat tonight, Y/N?” Seungcheol asks, his husky voice sending chills down your spine as you try to keep your cool. “Or will you strip and crawl to me like how I asked?”

“Bite me, Seungcheol,” you spit out, but you can’t stop your fingers from playing with the straps and zipper of your dress.

“You better watch what you ask for.” God, you love the way his voice deepened in tone, coercing you to follow his orders as he watches you with a bushy eyebrow raised expectantly, and throwing his suit jacket on the floor like it was trash.

You refuse to break eye contact with him as you strip down, loving the way his gaze would falter when your dress finally drops to the ground and soaking in the groan that escapes his lips once he notices you have no undergarments on.

Dropping teasingly to the ground, you fall to your hands and knees, continuing to keep your eyes locked on his as you slowly crawl across the room to him. Seungcheol begins to strip himself, pulling his belt off once you’ve made it halfway to him, and finally unbuttoning his pristine white shirt, revealing the fiery skin you’ve touched so many times underneath it.

Ultimately making it to Seungcheol’s feet, his thumb grabs your chin, forcing your gaze back up to his after making eye contact with the obvious bulge in his trousers. Sitting on your knees, you pull his thumb into your mouth, running your tongue around the digit and gliding your hands up his solid thighs.

“Oh,” you coo condescendingly, “did your in-staff pleat these pants for you? I’d hate to ruin the perfect ironing job, Cheol.”

This is what Seungcheol adored about you; loved that you found a way to dig into his lifestyle and had enough courage to call out how he was fed with a silver spoon every day. It’s also what enraged him, unbelieving that you still thought so lowly of him after all these years.

“God,” Seungcheol ran his free hand through his hair, flustered by your boldness and the way you continued to suck at his thumb between your words. “I think this brat needs their mouth stuffed.”

“I didn’t crawl all the way here for nothing,” you pout, pulling away from Seungcheol with a ‘pop,’ and starting to work at his pants button. Finally pulling down both his trousers and underwear, you couldn’t hold back your chuckle after coming face to face with his brooding, leaky tip. “Looks like you need help, Cheol.”

The groan that bubbled from his chest was feral as he grabs at your hair, a large hand pulling it into his grip before he lines his length up to your mouth. “Open.”

You didn’t mess with Seungcheol when he got this demanding, your lack of words being enough to egg him on as your jaw drops slack for him, wet tongue falling out eagerly as you wait for him to stuff your mouth full.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N,” he pouts, cherry-red lips matching your puffy ones while awaiting your final consent before inserting the tip of his head into your expecting mouth.

“Fill me, Cheol, ‘m hungry for your cock,” you mewl, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes as you grant him your final blessing. As much as Seungcheol was a little shit, he sure was respectful as hell, and you couldn’t deny the flutter in your heart every time.

Finally giving in upon your permission, Seungcheol shoves his length past your lips, groaning out in pleasure when his head hits the back of your throat, only gagging around him as it still took you some time to get used to his size and how rough he likes to be.

“Such a fucking pro, Y/N, such a good little brat for me.” It becomes messy so fast, immediately acclimating to Seungcheol as he uses your mouth for his own pleasure. Seungcheol becomes entranced with the way drool pools outside of your lips, his pleasure intensifying as you moan around him, tongue working at the underside of his head.

The grip he has on you drives you wild, the heat at your core becoming more prominent as he bucks into your mouth and guides your head as you thoroughly suck him off. When he pulls you off, the only thing that connects you to him was the string of saliva hanging from your swollen lips and his hardened cock.

“Going to finish so soon, Cheol? Did it feel that good?” You pout up at him, a patronizing tone enraging him as he pulls you up to eye level, a strong hand wrapped around your throat before he pulls you into a bruising kiss.

“You need to learn when to shut up, Y/N,” he moans into the kiss, feeling even dizzier when you roll your body against his, the warmth of your skin on his reminding him of how real you are.

“Never,” you refute, smiling against his lips before he begins to nibble down the side of your neck. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

“I know it all too well,” he chuckles into your neck, sucking tenderly and pulling the delicate skin between his teeth, being sure to leave a mark on you. “Seems like you still need to learn a thing or two.”

You don’t even have a chance to mutter another word before Seungcheol is diving down to your chest, drawing a gasp from you when he pulls your nipple between his teeth, sucking and nibbling harshly at the peak. You almost collapse, but his hold on you is strong enough to keep you flush against his body, a reminder of the hard erection pressed against your lower abdomen.

Finally gaining enough sense to play into Seungcheol’s game, you egg him on even more, “how will you ever teach me anything?”

This is enough to rile Seungcheol up, turning you around and bending you over the armrest of the couch next to you. Falling face first into the plush cushions, you barely have time to process the harsh slap against your pussy, legs nearly giving out as the cool air and remnants of string burn at your core.

“Will this bratty pussy take me well?” It’s Seungcheol’s turn to be arrogant, knowing he has the upper hand as he runs his pointer and middle fingers between your folds, gathering up your slick on his fingers. You know he gets a taste of you, hearing his lips smacking as he hums in approval. “As much as I’d love to get another taste, I think you need to be stuffed full elsewhere to learn a lesson. You don’t deserve my tongue tonight, Y/N.”

“Please,” you’re giving in and begging for him at this point. “Please teach me a lesson, Cheol. I’ve been a bad all night.”

“My brat,” he’s teasing from behind you, your body and inner walls instantly reacting as you feel his tip prod at your core, collecting enough of your wetness before pushing between your folds. The guttural groan he lets out has you pushing back, allowing for him to fill you until his hips encounter your ass and you’re both crooning in satisfaction, “Always know how to take me so well, like the good little thing you are. Not sure there is much of a lesson other than shutting that mouth of yours, which I can do by filling you to the brim.”

Unfortunately, he is absolutely correct, the only words escaping you are incoherent pleas as he begins to drag his cock out of you before shallowly thrusting inside of you again.

Seungcheol’s nails are digging into your hips as he slowly tries to regain his senses, the feeling of your pussy pulsing around his cock is already making him feel delirious. The only vice you have is the velvety fabric of the couch, your nails leaving trail lines in the luxurious fabric as you try to come to and adjust around him.

The pace he sets is immediately brutal, his hips crashing against yours as he begins to thrust in and out of you. The sound of your skin slapping against his is lewd, and a honeyed gasp is pulled from you with each snap of his hips.

You’re clenching so tightly around him he swears he could lose himself in you, a hand slapping against once your ass cheeks in frustration as your walls continue to suck him in so perfectly.

“Feel s’good, Y/N. This bratty pussy always proves to take me so well, how are you so damn tight all the time?”

You’re so breathless with your response that he barely even hears you, but he can’t hide the smirk that graces his features when you admit exactly what he wants to hear, “no one fucks me like you do, Cheol. Only you fill me so well, s’big and s’good.”  

“You always know exactly what to say, huh?” He’s pulling you back up by the neck now, fingers wrapping around you like a necklace as he props one of your legs up on the armrest, allowing for better leverage to fuck up into you.

You’re moaning pathetically at this point as he bullies his cock up into you, the friction of his head dragging between your walls so delightful, just like he’s made for you, and his actions arousing you even more. Seungcheol’s lips are all over your skin, leaving trails of saliva down the back of your neck and shoulder, his hot lips sending blissful shivers through your body and coercing your head to fall back into him. His fingers run across your chest, rolling your nipples between the digits as he whispers dirty, sweet nothings into your ear.

Eventually, his fingers make their way down your torso, thick pads meeting your swollen clit and drawing an embarrassingly loud cry from you. Seungcheol continues to thrust up into you, his head contacting your cervix in the most pleasurable way and winding up the hot coil inside of you even more.

It’s devastating how familiar he is with your body at this point, knowing you’re way too fucked out to even refute any of his words, and recognizing the tell-tale sign that you’re close to finishing as your walls pulse uncontrollably around him, legs weakening but he holds your entire body weight up with ease.

“Does my brat deserve to finish?” It’s so annoying the way he bites at your ear when he edges you closer and closer to your release, thumb circling your clit in a tantalizing motion and intensifying the heat burning in your core.

“I don’t know,” you bite back a moan, sick of the games he’s playing at this point and rolling your hips back to meet each of his thrusts. Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle as you try your best to talk back, “you tell me, Cheol? Did I do well?”

“You did so well until now,” he lets out a breathy sigh, pulling his fingers away from your throbbing clit, but it becomes a strained groan as you clamp down even tighter around his length.

Pathetically, you fall back down onto the couch, your own hips chasing his motions, grinding back into him all before you’re just about slamming your ass against him with each buck of his hips.

“Fuck,” he’s moaning out, calloused hands palming your ass and meeting you with each thrust, watching where he connects with you as his cock disappears into your pussy with each desperate plunge back into you. “I take it back, you did so well. So, so, so well.”

With that final praise, you’re falling apart on his cock, walls clamping down on him like a vice and trembling and crying from beneath him, muscles shaking as you feel your arousal shatter within you. Seungcheol is following suit, unable to hold himself back when you feel this good around him, letting rope after rope of his cum fill you just how you like it.

Seungcheol falls against your body, pounding chest meeting your back while he shallowly thrusts his hips into yours, milking the rest of both your orgasms and memorizing the whimpers that come from you as you begin to feel overstimulated.

Seungcheol’s a gentleman of course, treating you to a nice, hot bath in the jacuzzi sized large enough to fit an entire group, and tucking you into the silk sheets of the pretentious hotel. Even after this luxury treatment, Seungcheol can’t avoid the snarky comments you mumble before you drift off to sleep, which is so damn endearing that he falls asleep with a smile on his face.

Admittedly, it’s always disappointing when he wakes up the next morning and you aren’t there, even if Seungcheol knows it’s for the best. The note you leave with a water bottle and medication for his hangover is always enough to keep him hooked, your pretty handwriting reminding him to leave a good tip for the staff, a kiss mark of your lipstick as a signature and reminder of you.

God, you were bad news for him, but he’ll keep you around as long as he can. Even if that means just inviting you up to these damn hotel rooms for now.

#svthub #seventeen smut #svt smut #seungcheol smut #scoups smut #choi seungcheol smut

[deadbydangit]

Reactions of the Entity threatening their S/o's life if they don't do a better job in the trials? Maybe they've been slacking recently, even just a little. And the Entity threatens to kill to torture poor S/o if they don't do better :(

S/o still all over them they don't give af lmao

This with Ghostface, Frank, Trickster, and Knight please? Thank you <3

Oh, I like this one. Might use it for the future. Actually, I might do a whole story based on the last one. Please, enjoy.

Entity threatening killer to do better or Reader S/O gets tortured.

Ghostface, Legion (Frank), Trickster, Knight

Ghostface

First, he's going to be offended.

Him? Slacking?

No he hasn't!

Okay, maybe he's been a bit lazy.

Fix his camera and he'd do better!

It isn't his fault that it got broken!

Okay, it is.

But... Still fix it!

But when the damned sky octopus starts threatening you?

Oh boy!

He'll threaten the Entity back.

"Well fuck you, you piece of **** **** ****"

Very colorful words.

But when he realizes that's not doing anything, he's going to follow through.

Survivors have realized he's been a lot more brutal.

Many of the killers have too.

He won't tell them the reason.

Danny won't even tell you the reason.

He's seemed more distant lately, like he's afraid to touch you.

You're worried, but he'll assure you that everything is fine.

If anyone gets wind you're his weak spot, then who knows what kind of danger you'd be in.

He won't let anything stand in his way.

If it means stepping up his game, then so be it.

He won't let that fucker touch you.

He would never let anyone hurt you.

Legion (Frank)

The Entity gave him booze as a reward.

Lots of booze.

Lots and lots of booze.

And Frank has next to no self control.

So much that he's been going into trials with pretty nasty hangovers.

And he's getting sloppy.

Yeah yeah, he knows.

Just give him five more minutes of sleep.

But once the fucking Entity threatens you?

He's going to challenge the Entity to a fist fight.

That won't do anything, but it makes him feel like he got his message through.

He's right off the bottle.

You weren't sure what got into him, but you were pretty proud he wasn't drinking nearly as much.

But you were worried about how hard he was pushing himself in trials.

He's hurting himself.

He can only frenzy so often before it starts to take a toll on his health.

He's exhausted.

Confront him, and he'll tell you the truth.

He really doesn't want to though.

The rest of the Legion are all worried and have made a promise to start working harder.

Make sure to give him all your attention and love for a while.

Hearing what he's doing, all for you?

He deserves it.

Trickster

Yeah he's doing worse.

Entity dear you've cut off his moisturizer, foundation, eyeliner, eye shadow and everything else he uses to keep himself looking like the God he is.

Can't let the survivors look at him like he's one of the other heathens.

So yeah, he's doing worse.

Now he's being threatened? With you being hurt?

Ji-Woon doesn't take to threats kindly.

He's used to getting everything he wants with the snap of his fingers.

He isn't used to working for things.

But, for you, he will.

If that means you stay safe, then he'll suck up his pride and get more serious about his job.

No, he will not tell you or anyone else for his increased brutality.

He won't tell you why he keeps appearing with more and more bruises after trials.

He's a very stubborn man and will admittedly refuse to tell you anything about the deal he and the Entity made.

He's just been extra touchy with you lately.

It's easier to give into his demands for attention than fight it.

If only you knew the lengths he was going through.

But, in his eyes, he deserves that.

Knight

Accusing him of slacking?

Slander!

How dare the sky God dishonor him and his men!

They've been doing very well.

Unfortunately, the Entity's supply of food is for one person, and there are four of them.

Naturally, they have to share.

And, naturally, they're weaker.

You've offered to share, but they won't take food from you.

It's a whole chivalry thing.

But the idea of you getting hurt for his failures?

The Entity was dealing a dirty blow.

Tarhos, Alejandro, Durkos, and Sander will gather up all their remaining strength to protect you.

To serve Tarhos, their captain.

And, they have grown rather fond of you.

And it's obvious that, despite their weakened state, they are more malicious in trials.

They will not share why they're doing this with anyone.

But they're growing weaker by the day.

Tarhos can hardly stand anymore, let alone lift his sword.

And the truth will come out.

The Entity will have to cave eventually and provide them more food and supplies in order to keep them alive.

Make sure to give all of them the extra love they deserve.

They did all that because they truly care about you.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #dbd trickster #dbd knight #dbd frank

[xenya1111]

Dorm Leaders and the other students reactions to Yuu being a girl

So this idea has been going around a bit here on Tumblr, and needless to say I ended up liking this idea a lot lmao.

So the scenario is Yuu pulls a Mulan when she first got to NRC and she disguises herself to blend in with everyone since it’s an only boys school, but something eventually happens and Yuu’s disguise gets ripped off or it falls off by accident.

Warnings: None, female reader, some foul language used, a lot of the guys develop crushes on you, other than that there’s nothing to worry about :) Also this is my first ever post so I hope you enjoy!

Heartsylabyul:

Riddle Rosehearts:

He’s just in utter shock lmao

He just goes, “What? You’re a girl?? But how are you even allowed here??? Isn’t this an only boys school?”

Cue him trying to go find Crowley 💀

After he finds out that Crowley does not give a single fuck he’s like 🙂 okay 🤷🏼‍♀️

He doesn’t really see a problem if Crowley doesn’t see a problem

May or may not develop a small crush on you, its a very small one but he enjoys your presence.

He’s definitely more respectful towards you afterwards since he knows it must be hard being the only female student among a bunch of boys, not to mention he knows you’ve been through a lot.

He tries not to treat you downright special but he finds himself inviting you to the unbirthday parties and always makes sure you enjoy yourself

Always tells himself he definitely doesn’t have a crush on you, but he doesn’t get why he gets so fidgety around you 👀

Trey Clover:

Oh, so you’re a girl?

Interesting…

Trey probably gives you more sweets if it’s that JOYOUS time of the month 💀

Overall he just likes giving you a lot of sweets, like way more than before cause he knows most girls like sweet stuff

If you don’t like sweet stuff that much then he’ll always make you something else that you enjoy

He’s definitely a simp but he’s very subtle and respectful about it; he never likes to push it too far and he just really finds you interesting

He does however invite you over to bake with him since he likes being around you

He’s definitely like a big brother, ask him anything! If you need help with something, just ask!

Will help you out with a certain idiot duo if you need it

Cater Diamond:

Nothing really changes with him to be completely honest

You’re his friend whether your a boy or a girl, it doesn’t matter

Or that’s what he’d like to say but he eventually develops a crush on you, it’s small but it’s there

He finds himself taking you out to cafes once in a while

Cater often takes pictures with you and posts them on Magicam, girls in his comment section always ask if you’re his girlfriend or not

He never replies 💀

Overall, Cater stays the same with you, he’s more of a sweetheart now that he knows you’re a girl

Deuce Spade:

Cue his face turning bright red 💀

This poor boy lmfao

He’s never known any other girls/ women other than his own mother

May or may not develop a crush on you

Scratch that he definitely does 💀

He creates a #protectYuu squad

Deuce will definitely fight anyone who tries getting close to you in any way *cough* Ace *cough*.

Ace Trappola:

Good luck with this bitch 💀

He definitely becomes more clingy and annoying

He’s a huge ass simp after he finds out and he has no shame whatsoever

Will flirt with you any chance he gets and is pretty smooth until he keeps going and eventually embarrasses himself 😭

But he does respect you though, he knows you’ve been through hell and back just being here, and he joins the #protectYuu squad. You are his friend and he appreciates you, he does like you but he’s also really stubborn in a way, he’d rather die than admit it 💀

Tease 101, will not stop his teasing. You’re gonna need help cause this lil fucker will not let you live it down and he will continue to bug you. I pray for your sanity.

Savanaclaw:

Leona Kingscholar:

He had a feeling you were a girl from the moment y’all first met since your scent was different from the others in the student body.

Once he figures it out he definitely regrets the shit he did to you cause he was a dick to you many many times

He tries making up for it by being nicer in his own way- if you pay attention closely he’s really only nice to a select few, and one of those people is you.

He’s definitely way more respectful towards you from now on since it’s canon that this man drinks his respect women juice by the gallon

He does end up becoming a simp 😭, thing is, Leona doesn’t just outright admit it, he’s a huge tease & the man refuses to believe he has feelings for you at first so good luck with that ^^

He wants to make you fall for him slowly even though this man already has a school girl crush on you

One way this fucker does that is by making you blush in any way possible, y’all truly don’t know what you’re in for I am not kidding 😗

Casually brushes up against you or fixes your hair to make you turn red 💀, maybe whacks you with his tail to be an ass or to get your attention. Or he’ll wrap it around your wrist/waist to comfort you. Sometimes he’ll help you out with anything he sees you struggling with, luckily you have him cause this man is very intelligent to say the least.

Flirts with you all the time now since he knows it flusters you. No but seriously he’s really smooth with his flirting like it’ll leave you in shock from how smooth this mf is-

Thing is, Leona never takes it too far, he does keep it respectful since he doesn’t want to offend you or upset you, and if he does something wrong let him know, he’ll make sure to own up to it.

Once in a while he’ll probably drag you to the botanical garden and nap with you there if he feels like you’re overexerting yourself, heck if you don’t want to he’ll drag you kicking and screaming if he has to

Once you guys are there tho you’ll discover he literally only lets you and only you touch his ears and tail

Please touch his ears and tail this man absolutely loves it but would rather die than admit it

He does put in an effort for you and only you, it might not be noticeable to you but Ruggie & other guys from Savanaclaw have noticed Leona acting strange 😀.

If you two ever get really close he’ll more than likely develop feelings for you since you’re the only one who he’d actually put in an effort for. But this man is stubborn as hell so 🙂 he’ll go from liking you to wondering how the hell he fell for someone like you- seriously good luck. He is one, stubborn man, but underneath all that he’s hella worth it.

Leona does protect you in secret because he sees you like a sheep in a wolves den, he’ll have Ruggie & Jack check up on you once in awhile & sometimes he has them bring you over to watch some spelldrive practice.

He ends up hating Crowley even more when he found out Crowley basically threw you in an only boys school with no protection whatsoever: mans respect for him was already low as is but it went even lower 😗

Ruggie Bucchi:

He also more than likely suspected you were a girl cause your scent differed from the rest of the student body

He probably distances himself at first because he’s terrified of women cause of where he’s from, since male hyenas get treated like shit from the women over there

He also regrets his behavior towards you since he also holds women in high regard

Expect an apology from him sooner or later

Eventually when he sees that Leona literally only puts in an effort with you, Ruggie definitely plays wingman and has you come over to Savanaclaw to make him study 💀

Is definitely relieved he found a loophole, he’s glad that you can make that lazy ass lion actually put in the effort to do anything 😭

He tries to be nicer to you from now on since you’re a girl, if you also ever need help he’s more than willing to aid you, for a price of course

Jack Howl:

This boy is literally such a tsundere, he becomes an even bigger one once he finds out you’re a girl

Develops a crush on you but he respects you a lot since he also really respects women

He does also respect you because he knows it must be pretty hard being the only girl at an only boys school, top it off you’re magicless and you’ve had to deal with overblot incidents left and right

He definitely joins the #protectYuu squad

He definitely becomes more flustered around you lmaoo please don’t tease him cause it’s pretty obvious

Does become protective of you since not only are you his crush but you’re his friend & he cares about you a lot.

Octavinelle:

Azul Ashengrotto:

Literally wonders how tf you even managed to stay disguised for so long

Also wonders why the fuck Crowley even lets you stay at an only boys school but at this point he doesn’t even care lmao

Azul becomes one of the biggest simps you’ll have 💀

At first he was 100% sure you were a boy but now? The cats out of the bag now so

He blushes a lot more around you, he really can’t keep a straight face around you and the twins tease him all the time for it. He TRIES to play it cool but he just really finds you so pretty lmao he can never keep his cool.

Probably tries swindling you into a deal that requires you to be close to him

Or he offers a part time job at the Mostro lounge

He does really respect you though so it’s all good

He’ll give you discounts at the lounge and on special days like your birthday you’ll get to eat for free

He’ll send Jade and Floyd to check up on you here and there

Azul’s honestly just really impressed with you. You’ve managed to put up with overblot incidents left and right without help, top it all off you’re a magicless human. He knows it must be difficult, and he admires your hard work.

Jade Leech:

He probably suspected something from the moment he first laid eyes on you since you had really feminine features and you didn’t look like a boy that much

Once he figured out you’re a human woman he becomes curious about the differences in a human woman’s body since merwomen and human women are different, but doesn’t ask. Jade’s an observant soul so he’ll be able to notice the differences quickly

He honestly just becomes a gentleman, even more than before. He offers to help you with anything and doesn’t ask for anything in return

Doesn’t develop a crush but thinks you’re a very cute human woman

Jade’s probably a little protective now since he sees you like a guppy in a shark tank lmfao

He would probably try and make a deal with you but if you didn’t show interest or you weren’t comfortable he would immediately change the subject and wouldn’t press any further

Does try to bring you over to Mostro lounge more than before since he finds out Azul likes you lmao

Floyd Leech:

He also probably suspected something from the start but wasn’t sure if he was right or not since he’s never seen a human woman before

When Floyd went to hug you one day he felt that your chest was squishier than any other guys not to mention your bone structure was different

When Floyd found out he just went, “Huh..? Shrimpy’s a girl?? No wonder she’s so squishy!!!”

He definitely also develops a crush on you lmao

He still calls you shrimpy though but he honestly just finds you really cute

Doesn’t try to make a deal with you

He just really likes the idea of having his hands on you, not in a weird way of course, he just honestly finds you so squishy and warm

Also probably asks what the human woman anatomy is like since it’s different from merwomen, but he straight up asks about it unlike his brother. Floyd has no filter 💀

Expect him to become more clingy, also expect a lot of hugs anytime he sees you. Floyd also becomes more talkative around you and he does become protective of you too.

Scarabia:

Kalim Al-Asim:

He also doesn’t care lmfao

Boy, Girl, doesn’t matter, he likes you and you’re his friend so who cares

Definitely makes more sleepover parties and parades and invites you to all of them (poor Jamil)

He would probably develop a really small crush on you but with how dense Kalim is he probably wouldn’t even notice 💀

He’ll probably spoil you rotten from now on, be it jewelry or anything you take an interest in it’ll be yours

Like for instance if y’all were at the cafeteria and you somehow weren’t able to get lunch this boy goes and buys a whole ass meal for you

He’s honestly just such a sweetheart to you, he’s also so impressed with how you’ve managed to put up everything, he likes how strong you are.

Jamil Viper:

Jamil’s an intriguing simp to say the least

He does come to respect you, and he finds it impressive with how you’ve managed to put up with and deal with the overblot incidents, which were someone else’s responsibility (Crowleys 🙂)

He becomes a HUGE simp, but he’s surprisingly good at hiding it. You think he wouldn’t be good at hiding it but he is, y’all forget, he’s a master manipulator so he can hide his feelings well, but they’re there. You can tell in the actions he shows you.

He likes having you around since you’re such a dear to him and you always offer to help him out, be it with cleaning or cooking you’re always there for him and it makes his heart skip a beat lmao

He’s a bit more open with you however he does try and distance himself at first because he was ashamed at how he manipulated you with his UM.

Would never use his unique magic on you again, since the last time he did it he thought you were an ordinary boy but when he found out you were a girl he vowed to never use his magic on you again

Would definitely use his magic on anybody making you uncomfortable 😭 and would probably go make them make a fool out of themselves in front of a large crowd

He definitely becomes more charming around you, he tries to impress you with his hidden talents and he likes the sparkle in your eyes

He tries to get you to try on traditional clothing from his homeland the scalding sands

(The clothes he gets you to try on are traditional courting outfits but you don’t need to know that ^^!)

He definitely cooks for you more than before since he loves hearing you gush about how delicious his food is

He’s probably gonna end up being your new mom friend, he’ll hit you with the “Did you eat well?” “Did you sleep well?” Etc, he honestly wants to make sure your healthy 🫶🏼

Pomefiore:

Vil Schoenheit:

Instantaneously thinks: “FINALLY someone to practice make up on”

He’ll definitely drag you to pomefiore if you don’t take care of your appearance

He’ll give you his homemade products and he’ll spoil you with tickets to his latest movie/show or he’ll pamper you with spa days

Expect to be dolled up all the time from now on cause this man sees your hidden beauty and he wants everyone to see it lmaoo

Vil is a bit critical on things like your appearance but he helps you out with it and always gives you a little pampering before y’all go into classes: he doesn’t wanna see you all disheveled 💀

Of course he’s also willing to help you out with anything normal, be it schoolwork, your make up, picking out new outfits, anything

He knows boys can be perverted sometimes so he does also offer his protection in case you ever need it

Once you start hanging out with him more often and if you give him compliments on how amazing he is, or if you mention anything about you thinking he’s better than Neige he’ll definitely develop a crush on you lmao

Definitely creates a secret fanclub and will be the leader of said fan club lmao

He also really respects how strong you are despite not having magical abilities, you’ve got your own strengths, he finds your tenacity admirable.

Rook hunt:

Definitely one of the first ones who immediately knows you’re a girl, but he never said anything because he knew why you disguised yourself since it was kinda obvious

He’s also had time to watch you from afar and he’s come to know your body language

He truly finds it fascinating that you’re the only girl here at NRC and he really does find it impressive with how you’ve managed to put up with everything that’s happened so far, every time he sees you he’s just internally screaming “beaute!!”in French

He honestly finds everything you do to be beautiful lmao. Heck you could just be sitting there and he’d be behind a pillar gushing about how amazing your hair looked that day

He probably becomes a bit more clingy cause weirdly enough he likes your scent & also weirdly enough he likes observing you up close (as if he hasn’t been doing that enough already)

Epel Felmier:

This boy is so sad lmao

Don’t get him wrong though he still likes you cause you’re his friend and all but he was thinking you were just like him

He NEEDS to know what you think of him and NOW

Please tell this poor boy he’s manly he needs the reassurance 😭

He’s definitely more protective of you now as well

He does also join the #protectYuu squad lmao

Any compliment you give him will have him thinking about it all night 💀

Ignihyde:

Idia Shroud:

Literally just cue him getting a gushing nosebleed like in those anime scenes lmao

He is the BIGGEST fanboy you’ll have: no ands ifs or buts

He definitely joins the secret fanclub and would try fighting Vil to become the leader lmfaooo

He’s extremely shy around you and doesn’t like to get near you or talk to you because he knows he won’t be able to say anything with how nervous he’ll be

He honestly just develops a huge crush on you 💀 he’s like a schoolgirl 😭 he really comes to like you but he just can’t be near you at all or he’ll just stop functioning.

In a way Idia also respects you a lot. You’re pretty resilient for a human girl, having dealt with all of the crap Crowley dumps on you all the time, he admires you for it a lot.

After a while Idia probably starts to think you’re in your own reverse harem and he’s one of the main love interests; probably sees the other dorm heads as competition now 👀

He’s also secretly protective of you and has ortho check up on you from time to time

However if you were to just suddenly compliment his hair or tell him he’s got a nice face?

Idia.exe has stopped working

Ortho Shroud:

He probably also already knew you were a girl from the first time y’all met since you looked really feminine and he just scanned your features

He’s honestly the same way with you, pretty friendly to you

He most definitely invites you over to Ignihyde to play games with him from now on, that or he sends you over to Idia’s room and has you game with him instead cause he knows it’ll make his brother happy lmao

He does try and play wingman cause he does discover Idia’s heart rate accelerates whenever you’re near and he eventually discovered he has feelings for you 💀. Ortho invites you over way more than before because he really likes the idea of you two being together 😭

Diasomnia:

Malleus Draconia:

Malleus is the type to actually develop deep feelings for you the moment he finds out you’re a girl, though, he doesn’t know what love is so he doesn’t act on it right away

Since he doesn’t really know what this feeling is he goes and asks Lilia

Cue Lilia starting to cry cause Malleus has fallen in love <3

Lilia tells him what those feelings are and Malleus from there on out tries to court you

Malleus honestly sees you as his future queen

Don’t blame him this man has his priorities straight

Not to mention he’s got a whole ass kingdom to think about and you’re literally the perfect one to rule by his side, heck he’s even already picturing how you’d look when you’re beside him on the throne

Malleus truly believes with how you’ve managed to break down his walls, you’ll be able to break down the barriers between the Fae and humans bit by bit

He’s also just truly so proud of you for dealing with students overblotting left and right and putting up with it without any magic, for a human you’re very strong and he just absolutely loves that about you

He falls for you deeply because you were the first human woman to truly touch his heart, you weren’t scared of him, you hugged him freely without care, you invited him to many things, you made him feel appreciated, and there’s honestly so many other things he could go on and gush about why he loves you

As a Dragonic Fae, their tradition in courting is gift giving

He honestly can’t stand how dense you are when he gives you the gifts since you think he’s just being kind, but he supposes he’ll deal with it for now and he’ll let you be dense for a little while longer

He’s definitely a romantic once he does his research and he’ll probably pull moves on you that’ll even have you flustered

This one time he brought you a ring and he slipped it on your ring finger, then kissed your hand and then teleported away leaving you flustered asf 💀

He definitely tries to spend more time with you because he knows human lives are fleeting and he wants to spend as much time with you as he can before you go

Please just return his feeling this boy needs it in his life lmao

Lilia Vanrouge:

He’s probably the same exact way with you lmao

He definitely noticed Malleus’s feelings right away and he’s just so proud of how far Malleus has come lmaoo

He does find it truly fascinating with how you managed to capture Malleus’s eye when you’re simply a human woman but he couldn’t exactly blame him, you were truly kind to Malleus, something most other people weren’t, and Lilia secretly thanks you all the time for it

He definitely invites you over to Diasomnia more often after having that talk with Malleus cause he know it gets him antsy and Lilia just wants to see you two date already

Supportive dad 101 lmao

Honestly he just continue to support Malleus from the sidelines and is a gentleman to you.

Silver:

Probably also develops a really tiny crush on you, he just really likes your presence since you relax him for some reason

He definitely becomes more protective of you seeing as your the only girl in an only boys school

Plus he knows guys can be mean so he also joins the #protectYuu squad, he really just wants you to be safe

After he discovers Malleus has feelings for you he’s just so happy that Malleus has a new friend let alone someone he has feelings for

Both Lilia, him and Malleus simultaneously agree not to tell Sebek of Malleus’s new feelings 💀

Silver definitely also invites you over to Diasomnia a lot from now on cause he likes having you over plus he wants to also play wingman

Honestly he’s just so much more sweet to you, even more then before.

Sebek Zigvolt:

A human woman?! In an only boys school?! PREPOSTEROUS!!!

He immediately wants you to stay as far away from Malleus as possible because he thinks you’ll seduce him

(Doesn’t know you basically already did 💀)

He doesn’t know why he wants a simple human woman’s attention all to himself though and he finds himself yelling at everything you do, heck you could be sitting there and he’d yell at you about your posture 💀 heck he’d even yell at you for breathing

He tries keeping you as far away from Malleus as possible but it’s just a huge fail and he ends up getting curious about you instead

He just tries so hard to convince himself you’ll ruin Malleus’s purity somehow

Ends up developing a tiny crush on you lmaoo but he doesn’t even realize, heck if he did he’s so stubborn he’d constantly be in denial about it

He’s overall more loud and strict with you but he tries to mellow it down since Malleus eventually told him to stop 😭

#twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst scenarios #disney #twst imagines #twst riddle #twst trey #twst cater #twst deuce #twst ace #twst leona #twst ruggie #twst jack #twst azul #twst floyd #twst kalim #twst jamil #twst vil #twst rook #twst epel #twst idia #twst ortho #twst malleus #twst lilia #twst silver #twst sebek #disney twst #twst fanart #twst meme #twst oc

[strayrockette]

Hello!! How are you?? I hope you've been drinking tons of water. Need to stay hydrated 🦋

I was actually perhaps wondering if you could maybe write a reader insert 👉🏻👈🏻 With Tommy Shelby?? I'll probably put this in point form to get all my thoughts in order 😂

•The reader and Tommy are really good friends and she's basically part of the family. She helps Polly at the betting shop, and Tommy let's her help him out with the books.

•Despite her being close to the family, he still keeps her out of the Blinders business, so she doesn't know the more illegal side of the work he's doing but she has an inkling.

•One day, her and Polly are sitting around in the house, just chatting away when Arthur and John barge into the house. They freeze when they see the reader and ask to speak to Polly privately which she finds pretty suspicious because they're normally open to talking freely around her.

•They go up to one of the rooms and after a while, the reader follows. She eavedrops on the conversation, only to learn that Tommy is in possible danger. At that point she's basically so done with the threats and stuff (she's not oblivious to what's been happening and she's probably had her own run ins with people who have a strong hatred for Tommy), that she barges in and demands they tell her where he is. They try to stop her from interfering and tell her that they have it under control since it's part of Tommy's plan but she's not hearing it.

•Polly would probably be the one to tell her because she knows the girl can handle herself and is also too stubborn to give up.

•Cue the reader leaving in a haste to get to wherever Tommy is. When she gets there, she literally just made it in time to save him and she's barely flinching when she fires the gun (basically going with the idea that she's had to protect gerself more often than not, especially since the streets of Birmingham aren't exactly the safest)

•When she gets Tommy back to the house (after a looonng moment of silent treatment) he tries to speak to her and she just breaks down

•He's there to console her and eventually she's the one opening up to him about how much she had worried she was going to lose him and that she couldn't lose him after losing so much already. And then a confession could ensue from there??

•And from there, Tommy let's her in on more of his business and she could end up being his righthand woman in things, basically like how his brother's are ^-^

Sorry for the length of this 😅 also! It's perfectly fine if you'd prefer to do this as a gender neutral reader too 😁

And don't forget to make sure you get some water and get some rest too! 🦋❤️

Every time I reread this, I take a sip from my water bottle lmao 🤣🤣🤣🤣

But here is it!

Unexpected

Pairing: Tommyxreader

Genre: Fluff

Trigger Warning: reader has a gun and knows how to use it

A/N: I kind of got carried away with this 👉🏼👈🏼. Pretty sure I didn't catch all the grammar mistakes. If you find one please ignore it 🙂 🙃 😊

Thomas Shelby Masterlist

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

If anyone were to describe the role you had within the Shelby circle, they'd say you were family. A select few would even go as far as to say that you were Tommy's woman. You'd spent a considerable amount of time by his side. Often walking in and out of his office a few times a day. If anyone had first dibs on setting the books right it was you. You were good with numbers and even better at catching mistakes. And if any of the Shelby's had dibs getting your assistance it was Polly in the betting shop. Because no one dared screw up when you were around. Polly may have been a scary smart woman but even she couldn't catch onto people and their slick ways as quick as you. That was one of the many things she liked about you.

the first time you had met Tommy you were laying on his office floor, books laying neatly on either side of you and your feet swinging in the air as your hand flew across a piece paper, jotting down numbers and equations to calculate just how much money had been skimmed from the betting shop. Your initial goal was to deliver a message from Ada-she's a close friend of yours, granted you'd fallen out for a few years but you found your way back to her-to Bloody Fuckin Thomas Shelby (her words not yours) about staying away from her boyfriend.

But the minute you walked through the double doors of the betting shop and glanced at the large board with numbers detailing placed bets and money won, you just knew, that something was off about the numbers.

It doesn't add up, you told yourself numerous times as you flipped through four giant books that spanned over months of business incomes through bets.

Your brain tickled as you tried to understand why it seemed weird that one day seemed too little and another seemed too much. There should be some consistency, you'd mumbled quietly. You tried to leave it alone but as you looked at the board and stared over the shoulder of someone filling in the book with new info, you scoffed so loudly it made them pause. There are so many things wrong here, you thought off-handedly.

"Do you know how to spell?" You glanced at the pen in his hand and at his messy scrawling, "No, of course not. Who the fuck hired you?" You questioned. Why would someone put an illiterate fool in charge of transcribing the day's bets into a book? Not only that but why were the bets collected 2 pounds off from the calculations?

The persistent need to find the problem had you sending the man away and taking over the books. By the end of the night, you found that someone had been stealing minuscule amounts of money from the bets. Overall, you calculated that Shelby inc. had lost roughly 32 pounds over the course of 3 months. You weren't sure why the person had taken so little, any other normal thief would have taken their fill and looked for the first sign out of town. But you didn't care because you figured out why it was wrong and that was enough for you.

When you proudly presented your findings to one Thomas Shelby, you suddenly realized that you had no business digging into his business and inserting yourself the way that you did. You thought perhaps he'd call the coppers and have you arrested for trespassing but instead, he looked at you with his intense blue eyes and impassive face and asked you why you thought he was losing money.

And well that offended you greatly because it wasn't a matter of what you thought but a matter of fact. A fact you had relentlessly chased down. You told him as such, slowly going through your calculations and showing him your neatly scrawled numbers and pointing to each place in the books that were off.

One simple message and a carried away brain led to you having a permanent place within the Shelby circle. This brings us to the present.

"Have you told him?" Polly asked with a cigarette in her mouth. Her hands toyed with her cup of whisky. Grey eyes watching you with a little twinkle.

You dipped your head down behind the book in your hand, a collection of short stories and poems written by Edgar Allan Poe. "Told who what?" you danced around the question.

Polly rolled her eyes, "Honestly, just kiss and fuck already."

You gasped in disbelief, a chortle of laughter escaping you as you uttered, "Polly! How uncouth of you"

She snorted, "Its very uncouth of you to lead a man by his ba-"

You were grateful for the interruption. Anything to not have to hear Polly nag you about your not-so relationship with her nephew Tommy. You'd been around for a few years now. So you were used to the teasing and blunt vulgar language that often escaped her or any Shelby's mouth. But even so, it still made you anxious whenever any one of them, besides Tommy, would bring up your relationship with him.

You had no problem with admitting you felt something for him. It was hard not to when he was both handsome and intelligent. Not to mention that he was naturally charismatic and was very good at getting attention. If anyone was stringing anyone it was him stringing you. Because you could sit for hours and listen to him talk. You loved his deep baritone voice. The way every word he spoke dripped with purpose and meaning. You found that insanely attractive. Despite that, the issue was, you were scared. Scared of the intensity of your feelings for him. You often felt like your body would crumble under the weight of your emotions.

You squirmed underneath Polly's assessing gaze and attempted to ignore her by turning to the new intruders.

Arthur and John stood, disheveled and bruised. You sat up in alarm, "what happened?" You sat up from your seat and stalked towards them, "I'll go get the-"

"No need sweetheart," Arthur gently interrupted you, "we just need to speak to Polly in private."

You paused a little hurt at being dismissed from what appeared to be an important conversation and very very curious as to what happened for them to show up bloody, bruised, and panicked.

"I think not," You forced yourself to be more assertive, "You need stitches and some ointment. Can't you-"

John stepped forward and placed a hand on your shoulder, "You can check on us after we're done talking with Polly, but right now we really need to talk to her, alright?"

His eyes implored you to drop it and you did. Polly glanced at you for a moment as if deciding whether or not to allow you into their conversation, but she must have thought not to because she turned away and lead the boys up to one of the empty rooms upstairs.

You knew many things about the Shelbys. You knew Arthur hated carrots and loved hot chocolate-his guilty pleasure on cold days. You knew Ada hated pumpkin pie but ate it whenever you made it and you knew Polly was a blunt forward woman who did not care about how others perceived her. But she had a heart of gold for her family and would do anything for them. You knew John loved to live life on the edge but he craved the warmth and affection of his children- so he cut back on how many nights he'd spend out in the city at bars if it meant spending time with his kids. You knew Thomas secretly liked tea but refused to admit it because then it would mean you were right.

You knew big things and little things about them, so what in the world did they not want you to know? You could have sat back down on the couch and finished your chapter. But your brain tickled and you knew something was wrong and maybe just maybe you could help them fix it.

You found yourself sneaking up the stairs, avoiding the creaky parts of the floor, and listening intently for their voices.

"What do you mean, they've got Tommy?" Polly hissed through clenched teeth.

"One minute we were exiting the Garrison and the next we were ambushed, nearly lost me head but we managed to fight em off." Arthur elaborated, "But in the fray, they took Tommy."

"Bastards," John hissed, "We could have easily gotten him back but Tommy told us to hang back."

"So, he's got a plan?" Polly guessed.

"Fuck his plan, we need to get him back and hit 'em where it hurts," John gritted.

Tommy's been taken? you thought. Your mind raced at the news. Why would someone take him? What's going on?

You burst through the bedroom door and wildly glanced around, "What. Why was he taken? where did they go?"

Your heart raced at the idea that he had been takin'. Thoughts of never seeing him again repeated over and over. You'd just managed to find a place to call home and you were already losing a part of it. Polly tried to calm you down but you couldn't possibly be calm.

"This isn't a problem you need to concern yourself with," You weren't sure which one said it but it made you boil, "Fuck you, of course, it is, I'm part of this family as much as you are."

Family was important to you. You'd never had a family before the Shelby's. Despite being friends with Ada when you were younger, you didn't have much time to connect or get to know anyone else before you left. 6 years later you made it back and Ada was the first person to find you at your new small apartment. With a shittily made casserole and an excited smile. "I never forgot you! I promised I wouldn't" she had said. You didn't know then how important she was going to be in discovering yourself and finding a family. Thomas was part of your family now. And you couldn't allow a piece of your family to possibly die.

Polly was the one to spill, because she recognized the crazed look in your eyes. She knew that nothing they said to placate you would work and that if they didn't let you in, you'd go and find out on your own. Arthur and John had both looked away as she told you everything Thomas had explicitly told them to hide from you. For 4 years, they had kept the shadier parts of their business from you. They weren't sure how they managed but you were mostly oblivious to the ongoing of the darker side of their business. It certainly helped that you didn't venture much to the outside world besides working at the betting shop and being stuck in Tommy's office to help with paperwork.

After Polly told you that a business deal had gone south and a potential business partner turned enemy went rogue and took Tommy to intimidate and force his hand, you bolted out of the house. Firmly ignoring Arthur and John's panicked voices and grabby hands from stopping you.

Nothing would stop you, not even the panicked scared little girl screaming inside your head to stop and hide. To turn tail and save your own skin. But you wouldn't. Couldn't possibly give up on the only kin you had. Blood relations be damned. The Shelbys were the best part of your life. And it could be so much more, if only you could get there in time-before its too late.

The thought made you take a mental pause. Trying to push out any thoughts of showing up to a...dead Tommy. For a moment your heart stuttered and stopped. No, it wont come to that. You were moving briskly through Birmingham, eyes wild and hands tightly clutching a hand gun in your coat pocket. The very same gun that saved your life once upon a time.

You'd killed a man before, for survival and you'd kill again if it meant saving someone you cared deeply about.

You found him kneeling on the ground and his arms up in surrounder. It perturbed you to see him look so vulnerable. For as long as you had known him, Thomas Shelby was anything but vulnerable.

The men around him laughed when they saw you, didn't bother lifting their guns to shoo you. Instead they urged you with their mocking words and twisted smiles to walk away before something bad happened to you.

You swallowed the little girl inside you and resolved yourself. They were dead before they could question your ability to use a gun. Little girls don't know how to use guns, but big girls whose been through some shit do.

You were in shock. Not surprising. But even in your shock you knew what to do. You somehow managed to weakly grab Thomes' hand and drag him away from the enemy's warehouse. Dragged him through back alleyways and empty streets towards safer territory.

You didn't realize you had crossed over Peaky territory. Hadn't quite processed the events of this evening. Too busy thinking about how you were seconds away from finding a dead Tommy and an unfulfilled wish.

Your breathing escalated as that thought rang inside your head, each word echoing louder than the last-twisting into different variations of the same concept.

He could've been dead

One more second and he'd be dead

Oh my God, he could've died

He's had experience with panicked men lost in their own minds. Watching you spiral from one thought to the next was not unfamiliar, but watching the way tears gathered in your eyes and the way you gasped for air felt different from the men he'd once helped. You shouldn't have known where he was. He was pissed. You had been put into danger because of him and the line of work he did. But you showed strength he'd never seen before. No, not strength. He'd seen a women ready to do anything to survive, to protect and save. He'd seen a women kill with ease, a hollow look in her eyes.

He knew then that it hadn't been the first time you'd been put into a position that decided the fate of another. You were broken just like him and that realization ached his heart in a new way. You with your bright smile and easy composure was broken just like him. Just like anyone who'd been through war, forced to survive in a world built to kill your hopes and dreams. You who did her best to be positive, to care and love those around her despite being broken. And all he did was assume that you were too naive and innocent to understand the real world. How wrong he was and how right of you to always prove him wrong.

He found a bench to set you down. You complied, too distracted by your panic to notice. He kneeled before you and studied your face, his hands held yours. Thumb pressing circles into the back of your palms. He spoke to you, "We're okay. Your sitting on a bench and I'm here." His deep voice quieted the thoughts but didn't lesson the feeling of unease.

"YOU almost DIED," your head shook, hair falling down around your shoulders and tears pouring out of your eyes, "if I had been a second late, you would have died."

Speaking the words aloud was an alarming realization. Thinking is one thing but saying it aloud and realizing just how true it could have been scared you.

"Hey," he moved closer, soft blue eyes holding your own, his rough but gentle hands cupping your face, "I'm right here. See"

He nodded slightly as if to reaffirm he was really there. As if moving his head would make you realize how true that statement was, "My hands are touching your cheek, do you feel them?"

He asked patiently, quietly. You sniffed and leaned into his touch with closed eyes, "Yes, I feel them"

"How do they feel?" His question guided you away from darker thoughts.

"Warm, a bit rough"

He chuckled, "I'd say sorry but these working hands make it possible for you to have all the books you'd like."

You giggled through the tears. You'd opened your eyes to look at him and found yourself going through another wave of fear and sadness, "I was so scared," you sniffed.

Not knowing was the worst. Which brings you to your earlier frustrations. You found yourself glaring angrily at him. "If I wasn't at the house with Polly, if I hadn't walked up the stairs and listened to their conversation. I wouldn't have been here with you. You could've been dead and I wouldn't know. I wouldn't know anything. Why would you hide this from me?"

The answer was obvious but you still thought that you'd proven to be more than just a nobody who'd wander into their lives. You thought you had been family. They were family for you. Did they not see you as family?

"Am I not, family? Do you not care about me?" You whispered.

His lips quirked in amusement, your shift in moods was a good sign, if a little disadvantages for him, "Ay, your family. But that don't mean I want you put in danger." He conceded. "I don't want you doing that again, eh" the last part was final. His eyes turned hard as his thumb caressed your cheeks, "No more running wildly into danger." He added a bit more softly.

You stared him down with annoyance, "If it weren't for me, you'd still be with those assholes holding guns to your head." You rushed, "Guns Tommy. They were all holding guns to your head."

He stood pulling you up with him, "I was fine, I had 'em where I wanted 'em."

He stuffed his hands into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. You watched bewildered as he wrapped his mouth around the cigarette and lit it. Nonchalantly pulling from it and breathing it out.

This man, your mind hissed. "A plan, that only you know. A plan that isolated everyone you cared about from being aware!" You exclaimed irritated. "If your plan was to have everyone split off doing their own thing, then GREAT FUCKING JOB, THOMAS!"

He stared at you with a raised brow and a smirk. As if seeing you get angry and worried over his wellbeing was somehow amusing for him. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? How panicked Arthur and John were?" You asked but didn't allow him to answer, "They were seconds away from having every fuckin' peaky under their belt go out and search for trouble. As if rounding up the opposing enemy's minions would solve anything? I mean seriously, not one fuckin person really knew what was going on and the only thing I knew was that they were taking you to the last meet up spot!"

Your arms waved into the air, "I was damn lucky Polly knew a bit more than Arthur and John but you have no idea how scared I was! I thought I was gonna find your dead body and I wouldn't-"

Wouldn't have gotten to tell you how I felt, your thoughts finished the sentence for you. You took a deep breathe and turned away from his unwavering gaze, "Point is, you're an ass."

That wasn't your main point but it should do, right?

"You care about me?" After all your ranting and that's the one thing he got? It wasn't even a question. Judging by his tiny pleased smirk. Ass.

You rolled your eyes, "Come now, Mr. Shelby, you're a smart man. You know I do."

He had to have known, you weren't subtle. Sure you never said anything explicitly about your feelings but you were terrible at hiding your affections for others. If you cared about someone you made sure to show it in little and big ways. You learned early, what holding back affections would do to your mental state when the person you cared about died.

He was silent for a moment and you worried he had left you. But then you heard him move. He tugged at your arm and turned you towards him, his hand falling to rest on your waist. He'd tossed the cigarette aside and was now pushing your hair behind your ear, "I'm sorry I made you worry, for scaring you and for forcing you to take action."

You expected him to demand you drop the matter entirely. Expected him to try and change the subject as he often did when you asked questions that lead to darker realizations. You even expected him to gloss over your minor confession. But not this.

You looked up at him, dazed and confused, "I wanted-"

He shook his head, "No, it doesn't matter that you wanted too. What matters is that I forced you to feel as if I wouldn't succeed and... I forced you to do something that breaks pieces of you."

"I don't want that for you. I want you to be safe and happy. Not mixed up in my bullshit work, eh." He was close, too close. He smelled of gunpowder, cigarettes and mint. An odd mix but somehow comforting. You told yourself it's because he was alive. He was here with you and not about to be buried in the ground.

"I can handle myself," you mumbled softly.

His traced over your features. Taking in your furrowed brows and pouted lips, "I see that, I know it to be true, but." He paused, his hand cupped your cheek, holding you so gently as if he was scared you'd break, "I'd rather you protect yourself than protect me."

A nice sentiment but unfounded because at the end of the day you were protecting yourself. "I was." You concluded with a small smile, "I was protecting my heart from heartache." Your hands nestled themselves onto his chest, pressing into him to fully feel him beneath his close. You could distantly feel his heartbeat.

"I...wouldn't be able to breath, to live, nor forgive myself if I didn't do something, anything to keep you alive." You inhaled sharply, "I care too much about you, Thomas" you laughed, embarrassed for admitting it, "Sometimes I hate you for making me feel this way."

Your heart stuttered, not out of fear or anxiety but anticipation. Up close you noticed that his eyes were much brighter and intense. You could practically trace his cheekbones with your fingers. His nose brushed against yours, your eyes fluttered shut and he was just mere centimeters away from touching your lips with his, "Do you?"

His lips whispered against yours. "Do I what? You whispered back.

"Hate me?"

You didn't. You were certain you could never hate him. Instead of answering you pushed forward and pressed your lips against his. Why answer verbally when you can just show him?

You pressed yourself into his body, enjoying the way your body fit into his with ease. Especially the way he pulled you in with a hand at your hip and the other cupping the back of your neck. Your fingers twisted itself into his suit jacket, and pulled him closer as if you could melt into him.

When you pulled away, your heart swelled with happiness. Kissing him was way better than daydreaming.

He hummed, "No more running blindly into danger."

"I wouldn't have to run blindly into danger if you told me what was going on and what you planned."

He tilted his head and then nodded. You made a fair point, "No running into danger then."

He wasn't going to let that go. You sighed, "Then don't be in danger."

"I can't do that."

"Then you'll be yelling at me often." You asserted softly.

He breathed in a soft smile and a chuckle racking his body, "Is this my life now?"

You raised a brow, and fought the giggle that wanted to escape.

"You nagging me about my business ventures and then following me into danger no matter how many times I tell you not too," you leaned into his hand that held your face, "Dragging me back home, yelling about how worried you'd been, saying your angry and scared and you'll cry for a bit. Then you'll go back to scolding me." He sighed, "The headaches I'll get because of you."

You scoffed, "Oh please, those headaches will have nothing on the heart attacks you'll give me"

You pulled away and grabbed his hand, "Let's go, you look a mess and need to eat."

And as he said, you dragged him back home. Where he belonged.

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♡ + Armand/Louis, all of them (LMAO IF YOU WANT I KNOW I ALWAYS ASK FOR A LOT)

ANYTHING FOR YOU QUEEN

Who is the most affectionate? Armand is absolutely more outwardly affectionate!! I mean I always have headcanoned that Louis At Home is a cuddle monster, but I think when it comes to like...actively seeking and giving affection, Armand is much more comfortable

Who initiates the handholding? Armand :)

Who worries more for the other? Listen...I'm pretty sure every vampire worries about Louis more than Louis worries about Louis. Even when he's not on arson watch or suicide watch, everyone (including Armand) takes one look at his lanky depressed powerless ass and goes "poor thing." asrdfscgvdfjnd

Who is more likely to ask for help? Literally neither of them oh my god they are both so stubborn. I think Louis is more often in a position where he needs to ask for help though because his mental health is still a bit of a roller coaster and he knows Armand genuinely loves caring for others, so he's probably gone to Armand a few more times than Armand has come to him but I think the beauty of their relationship is that neither one of them ever really has to ask in the first place, like they just know when the other needs a little extra TLC.

Who is the one always losing the keys? Oh my god they are both so AWFUL about losing their keys!! We know from canon that Armand literally loses full apartments but let me tell you that Louis de Pointe du Lac is just as guilty because he is a fucking slob!! He's such a mess!!! He comes home and throws his keys on top of a random pile of clothes and leaves a trail of belongings throughout the house as he makes his way to the bedroom. They've locked themselves out of Trinity Gate so many times and Louis always insists on calling Benji because he is sick and tired of getting suspicious looks from the door repair men every other week :/

Who leaves little love notes for the other? LOUIS!!!!!!! Louis Louis Louis is so thoughtful and eloquent and it's definitely his preferred method of affection. Half the time it's not even particularly romantic or purple prose-y, it's literally just Little Things he notices or random thoughts he has. "You argue better in French than you do in English." or "I still don't understand why you adore Blade Runner."

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there? Armand really hates having an empty bed :( luckily he's in love with The World's Sleepiest Vampire tho so their bed is never empty

Who is more likely to propose to the other? Armand proposes to Louis on the eve of his wedding to Lestat. Louis rolls his eyes and tells him that isn't funny. They still fuck in the back room of the chapel.

Who introduced the other to their family first? oh god asdfcgvhbjdnskf technically Louis LMFAO i'm fucking upset about it

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? One fun fact about Louis de Pointe du Lac is that running your fingers through his hair has like....orgasmic levels of satisfaction for him. Absolute surefire way to get into his pants.

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? Armand about the same amount of chill as Lestat when it comes to making sure Louis is fed (which, to be clear, is 0). He's not above spellbinding victims to come up to Louis' rooms, which of course Louis hates, but it does the trick in getting Louis to get up and go hunt on his own.

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? They both do!! I think Armand is definitely more outwardly/vocally protective of Louis. He's got more of a temper so he can get a little barky, whereas Louis doesn't give any warning— if you pose a threat to Armand, you better invest in some flame-retardant clothes because Louis won't give you a chance to fight back before he sets your ass on fire

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? Armand is definitely more thrilled by that sort of thing, but Louis has also been known to pull off his fair share of surprises

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? Louis makes Armand pinkie promise not to tell Lestat about all the shit Louis talks behind his back lmfao

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? This is a nightly occurrence everywhere Louis goes!! On rare occasions when they're all under one roof, Armand has to fight Lestat to get the coveted honor of tucking Louis in.

#I JUST THINK THEY'RE NEAT!!!!! #anyway thank u for giving me an excuse to be unhinged about these lads <3 #;answered #louis de pointe du lac #armand #louis/armand #hekateinhell #headcanons

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Severus Snape lives

I will forever scream to the heaven’s that SEVRUS SNAPE DIDNT DIE -- He tricked us all like he fooled everyone else. OKAY 

Don't write me off just yet!!

Nagini bit him on Voldemort's orders right? We all saw it heck Harry saw it -- BUt BUt what if he did not actually die?

My Son 

HIM 

Look at him he’s as Clever as they come. okay 

IF

IF anyone and I mean anyone had even the smallest chance at surviving poisonous snakes its that guy.

because as we’ve come to learn his is a brilliant wizard:

“Luckily Professor Snape was able to do enough to prevent a rapid spread of the curse --" said  Dumbledore "Why him?" asked Harry quickly. "Why not Madam Pomfrey?"

"Professor Snape knows much more about the Dark Arts than Madam Pomfrey, Harry.”

(Honestly it’s it just infuriating how he says that? He coulda just said: 

“He’s an extraordinary wizard Harry, THANK MERLIN HE HAD WHAT WAS NECESSARY TOSAVE THAT CHILD. CAUSE OUR HEALER HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO DO. SIS COULDA DIED AND BEEN MOANING MYRTLE THE SECOND.

  The way Dumbledaddy said it just rubs me the wrong way. )

Anyways I assure you he had the cure for  Nagini’s venom , its another question entirely if he used it for himself...

That leads me to point 2:

Did my poor Severus have a reason to live? We know he was a bit depressed and honest a bit unhinged by that point. Maybe you think he would not have had it any other way other than death -- he was an honorable man. 

 If so then shouldn't he had help Harry out till the very end?

Lmao

NO. Dumbledore told him the only way for the war to end was for harry to die.  

I THINK HIS PLAN WAS TRY UNTIL HE DIED. MAYBE EVEN HE MADE IT A GAMBLE? WHO KNOWS? COULD HE HAVE KNOW HE WOULD HAVE DIED BY HER VENOM? DID HE LEAVE IT UP TO FATE? DID HE HAVE A PLAN B TO MAKE IT OUT ALIVE? WHO KNOWS???

BUT THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS POST IS TO SAY I THINK HE DID FOR MY OWN SELFISH REASONS! 

Maybe Severus himself wouldn't want to do such a cowardly or self preservation tact depends on who you ask but my boy had already done enough he saw his chance an you bet your arse he took it and escaped with his life, a dark mark free hand and a sick snake bite scar.

What I'm saying is He didn't need to stick the war out BUT he did need to die with witnesses to his death. (Maybe he even left a fake body?)

Who better that the golden boy himself -- I'm sure he wouldn't have wanted to do that to Harry as he had witnessed so many deaths himself... (both of them had really)

But so is life -- the dark lord though him dead, he could just not act the part. Less the Tom kill him and make sure this time round.

But that still hasn't answered : Did he have a reason to live? 

Point 3:

We know when we see Severus’ old childhood home in Spinner's End its described as:

 A tiny sitting room, which had the feeling of a dark, padded cell. The walls were completely covered in books, most of them bound in old black or brown leather; a threadbare sofa, an old armchair, and a rickety table stood grouped together in a pool of dim light cast by a candle-filled lamp hung from the ceiling. The place had an air of neglect, as though it was not usually inhabited.

in my stubborn fantasy were he is alive and well -- GUESS WHAT FOLKS! 

He doesn't live there. Nope.

Now I know he’s a depressed loner who doesn't have a record with having nice things. He’s a gloomy office and the defense against the dark arts classroom he decorated was pretty much on brand. So why wouldn't he live in that childhood home?

He seems like the type to live in the past, right?

AGAIN WRONG.

HE HAS BEEN LYING TO US. HE HAS. 

using the example up there with his home first :

“The place had an air of neglect, as though it was not usually inhabited.”

this is all i need.

He has to live there for two month every year, plus its being used now some how it should feel like someone lives there. personal items,,,,, something! if thats his home!  

Wormtail was forced to stay in his room all the time, and hes looking to get Severus in trouble so why would Severus leave his shit laying around?

 “an air of neglect” yah cause he probably hasn't been there in years til wormtail was forced to stay here.  He probably had there listed as his place of residence, why well get into later, from how the even down to the furniture sounds, it sounds thrown together. to fit his brand, of gloomy and mess the fuck up and lets not forget comfy for homeboy worm tail. (bet it had a broken fire place)

why would someone who has moved on with the war for like 10 + years bring that shit back into any life he built? having wormtail the man literally responsible for lilys death in HIS house? where HE lived? 

NO RAT MAN LIVE IN THIS DUSTY PLACE I PUT HORRID BOOKS I DONT WANT MY CHILDREN GETTING INTO. PLUS HE APEASED THE DARK LORD! 

A WINS A WIN. I DONT CARE

The black sisters just pop in for a visit -- who wants Bella near their family????? No you rich fucks please come into this ‘home’ of mine. eat with the poor. welcome. No doubt they looked down on him like everyone else but now they need his help. Fancy that. 

Why would he have his new life mixed with his old? why so these no goods can come and run the show? darken his hallways? fuck that! You think he wants dummybolr coming knocking on his door talking with his kids and partner and using them as a pawn so SEverus could do as he says?? NO he’ll keep his old home just as it is, a safety haven for every member of his past to come visit and demand him. 

Kill me!

Protect the boy!

take a vow and protect my son!

Yall in the back : HE DIDNT HAVE  A LIFE! HE HAS NO FRIENDS OR FAMILY!

says who? Cause he NEVER EVER mixed them in with his job? knowing when Harry came into school his shit would get rocked? All the happiness he found (ON HIS OWN) over the years that we never knew because he didn't want it to be destroyed from a mistake he made at 19 - 21 ish??  the maths aint mathing.

Plus how many of us know much anything about our antisocial teachers life? i didn't even know my teachers had families!

Maybe his Partner though he was crazy, his kids hated he made them go to school in France and they really only saw him some weekends or certain days when he went off to be with them -- other than summer when they had him certainly. Heck even for Christmas he never took time off! He had to do a seamless job to make sure no one ever caught on to him. Maybe he missed birthdays and maybe everyday his kids begged him to stop taking part. maybe his partner said they could handle whatever came together, maybe they argued more than they saw each other because they just wanted Severus to live -- to come out alive.

BUT HE KNEW HOW HE FELT WHEN HE HEARD AND SAW FOR JUST FOR REFUSING THE DARK LORD IT MEANT DEATH AND MAYBE EVEN THE EXTINCTION OF AN ENTIRE FAMILY  -- HOW COULD HE SUBJUCT HIS FAMILY TO THAT? FUCK IF ITS LIKE 10 YEARS IN THE FUTURE. ALL HE KNEW IS THAT ONE DAY IT WOULD COME.

IN CONCLUSION,

If Severus could lie to :

1. Voldemort

2. Dumbledore

3. The Hogworts staff who he was friends with.

Maybe even others take your pick! 

Who are we?

He wanted to live -- But more than anything to do that he had to be free, Free of his past and when Severus Snape died. He finally was.

SEverus Snape. Professor Snape. the Shadow.

the man he made into a character, who he shaped into an unpleasant person, so he wouldnt have any ties that ran too deep, he made everything Severus Snape had to show for himself an addition to that character so no one would be any the wiser. 

I refuse criticism and Reject criticism

thankyou ~

#severus #severus snape #pro snape #pro severus snape #pro severus #i die on this hill #professor snape

[haelestorm]

her and Andrei

send me a ship and i'll tell you . . .

who is more likely to hurt the other?

physically , maybe andrei by accident . emotionally , maybe riley by accident . neither would do either intentionally .

who is emotionally stronger?

andrei . riley tries her best , and doesn't break down particularly easily , but when she does it's pretty brutal and takes a while to pull herself out of .

who is physically stronger?

lmao be so for real right now

who is more likely to break a bone? 

probably andrei just bc he's in danger more ? riley's pretty reckless but if she breaks a bone it'll heal in like a couple hours max .

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

riley . i doubt she uses this against him often if at all , but she's incredibly skilled at hitting people where it hurts . it's a defense mechanism meant to push people away before they get close enough for her to care enough to lose them .

who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? 

ooooooh shit . huh . good question lol i honestly don't know . i think it depends on the argument ? they're both stubborn but i feel like given enough time whoever's in the wrong probably comes around eventually .

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

riley . she doesn't often show it but it scares the shit out of her every time she does it . she's lost so many of the people she loves , and each time andrei comes home injured it's a reminder that it could happen again . that it did happen again , even if they managed to bring him back . she sees him laying there lifeless in her mind each time she cleans even the smallest cut and it absolutely guts her , but she doesn't trust anyone else to do it and she doesn't trust herself to stay calm and let them .

who is in constant need of comfort? 

both . neither really ever admit it , but they're both broken and haunted and just need a hug sometimes - which the other can usually pick up on and provide .

who gets more jealous? 

it's probably about equal lmao they're both possessive as all hell and ready to intimidate or even get violent depending on how hard someone tries to mess with the other

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

if either it would probably be riley trying to self sabotage , but i don't think she would go that far once they're officially together

who will propose? 

i would assume andrei but honestly i wouldn't put it past either lol

who has the most difficult parents?

uh well .......

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

probably andrei staking a claim / keeping her safe and close to make sure she doesn't get separated / hurt by anyone or anything

who comes up for the other all the time? 

i don't . . . i don't know what this means lmao .

who hogs the blankets? 

riley . she doesn't mean to but she gets restless in her sleep sometimes , particularly when she has flashback nightmares about the fire or any of the trauma she experienced during her teen years .

who gets more sad? 

woof i'm not sure . it's probably about equal , but neither is exactly eager to admit it when they are . it's another instance of picking up on the other's body language / mood and comforting as needed .

who is better at cheering the other up? 

probably andrei ? he's more soothing ; riley doesn't really know what to do with her own discomfort , much less anyone else's , but she is much better with cheering him up than she is with anyone else .

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes

riley lmao send tweet

who is more streetwise?

they've both had periods of literally having to survive on the street so . . . both

who is more wise?

andrei and it's literally not even kind of close . riley was barely getting by by the time they started hooking up initially , she's not wise , she's just got a good survival instinct .

who’s the shyest? 

neither . riley is less social but she's not shy , she just doesn't like people lol

who boasts about the other more? 

riley probably brags about him to her family and friends but not like obnoxiously lol she'll just mention something cool or sweet he did in passing on the phone or something

who sits on who’s lap? 

obviously riley but the other way around is a fucking hilarious mental image 😭

#{ this is an emotional rollercoaster LMFAO went with mob verse } #࿐ ࿔* 🐺 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ › razorfst › ⌗ riley and andrei . #࿐ ࿔* 🐺 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ crumbs enough for everyone ; old and young are welcome to the meal ⌗ headcanon . #࿐ ࿔* 🐺 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ if someone asked me at the end i’d tell them put me back in it ⌗ answered . #save

[roxannarambles]

Hi Again, Roxy! I hope you're doing/feeling better lately. Just wanted to share this headcanon with you. :)

I like to think that Rika would let Nemona ride her Draft Horse, Mudsdale. Sure, Mudsdale is slow as dirt, but Nemona would adore riding astride an 8 feet tall/2.5-meter-tall Ground Draft Horse that can cause Earthquakes. Nemona gave Mudsdale apples, pats/pets, hugs, and thanks after every ride. And Nemona would definitely return the favor by letting Rika ride her Swift Horse, Spectrier. Well, if Rika could stay on the Ghost Horse. Spectrier would try to buck off anyone who is not Nemona or Juliana. Even then, Nemona got bucked off Spectrier's back the first few times she tried to tame and ride the Swift Horse. Though, Nemona can stay astride a horse rearing up on its hind legs, Rika can't. Mudsdale or Spectrier, whenever Rika tries to get her steed to rear up, she usually falls off her mount. Maybe Rika and Spectrier have a petty rivalry with each other. At the very least, Rika definitely looks cool riding Spectrier. What do you think?

Have A Fantastic February!

- Horse (🏇) Anon

Hiya!! I've been up and down, to be honest-- trying to taper off some meds with real lousy side-effects and get myself a better therpist, so we'll see how that goes. I peck away at fanfic too when I have the energy.

I think Nemona would love Mudsdale tbh. Slow, yes, but powerful, as you said, and also . . . that thing has stamina. Which is something I think Nemona would really appreciate, since it's something she sometimes wishes she had more of. But I guess that's the thing about stamina, sometimes you gotta learn to pace yourself out and go a tad slower if you want to make it for the long haul.

Or just drink ungodly amounts of caffeine and go into a hyperfixation fugue state lmao (I don't recommend this dear readers)

Love your headcanons for Rika & Spectrier too, they're both prob pretty stubborn, a rivalry would be amusing 😂 Would probably earn each other's respect eventually. maybe lol

Nemona on a rearing horse would be super coooool too, she'd look like such a boss

Hope you're doing well! ❤️

#asks #anon #horse anon #nemona #rika #headcanons

[needsmorewlw]

How do you think the hacketteers would act in Squid Game situation?

Oh no...oh no

Amazing ask and also I feel like I need a hot chocolate to comfort me while I think about this lmao

Ok...well first off...none of them handle it well. Plenty of crying, panicking and yelling at each other all round. And in the situation where they're all taken home and then given the opportunity to come back, I can't see any of them doing that.

I could use some string of logic to say Ryan could convince himself it was all fake and go back but I'd like to think he's not THAT delusional. But even in the scenario where all of them are desperate for money, I just can't see any of them willingly going back.

But in a situation where they do and all die? I'll continue down here

Laura would obviously win, I don't think anyone would argue there. Either that, or if her and Max got to the end together, she would let him win. But she's the only one with the mentality for the squid games. Just, pushing her morals down and doing what needs to be done to survive. If Max is there with her, I don't think she would interact with anyone except him and if he's not there, she would lone wolf it.

This is kinda morbid but I can see Dylan y'know... giving up...once he realises the hopelessness of the situation. Like he knows from the beginning that they're all dead and he just tries to help the others in any way he can while also accepting that he's gonna die. Dylan would absolutely, no doubt, play the "I'll die so you can live" move when they're in partner games where one of them has to kill the other. Whether it's more devastating to have Ryan or Kaitlyn do it, I have not decided. But I am in tears.

Poor Abi. This whole situation is far too much for her. She survives as long as she does, purely due to luck and being helped and protected and then she'll die panicking and screwing up a game she had to do on her own.

All love and respect to my boy. I do think Jacob would be a moron. He's good at all the games and does well for a bit. But he wouldn't take it seriously at first, he'd be like "it's all fake these people are crazy" and then he'd probably die in some hilariously stupid, tragic way.

Ryan's in the same boat, at first. Stubborn himbo solidarity with Jacob, tho I doubt they get along in this universe either, they just agree. And then if he gets his head out of his ass soon enough to NOT die in a hilariously stupid tragic way, he would probably make it pretty far. And then die in just a tragic way instead. And here's the angst train but I'd say that killing Dylan would be the thing that gets Ryan realising it's all very real.

I can see Kaitlyn being top 2 with Laura. Just surviving because she has the skillset to survive. She would definitely be the most calm one throughout the games. kinda trying to keep people from being spiteful and work together when it's possible. I just don't think she'd be able to bring herself to stab Laura to death at the end.

Nick's tricky because we didn't get to see him in survival mode but I could make an argument for him going out in a similar way to Dylan. He'd protect someone else (probably Abi, but Jacob or Dylan would be some nice angst too) and die in the process. Maybe in the game where it's just a murder spree in the sleeping area. He would be confused and conflicted throughout the game and just try to be co-operative to the best of his ability.

Emma is another tricky one. We didn't get to see how she interacts with others when she's under pressure but based on her vibes? She'd totally try to form alliances based on who she deems the most useful. It's a smart move. But I think that she would stop being smart and end up trying to save Abi. Like she would have a choice between definitely living and abandoning Abi, and staying with Abi and maybe dying and she would choose that and die.

Max. Hmm. I think he'd be good at the games. He'd be reasonable and try to keep people calm and together but ultimately he would perish tragically unless Laura was able to rescue him. OR for ultimate angst. Laura fucks up and almost dies and Max sacrifices himself for her.

#the quarry #squid games #supermassive games #tq hcs #tq headcanons #laura kearny #dylan lenivy #abigail blyg #ryan erzahler #jacob custos #nick fucillo #kaitlyn ka #emma mountebank #max brinly #radioheads #blygbank

[foibles-fables]

FIRST... hawk and thrush

O' COURSE [froths]

who is more likely to hurt the other? Aloy, no question. In fact, Aloy already has hurt her--personal read of the entire Forbidden West debacle is Talanah displacing that abandonment and hurt onto Some Guy (for a NUMBER of reasons, though I won't let this ask meme turn into a whole analysis of all That, stay tuned).

who is emotionally stronger? While Talanah is much more savvy with the emotions of others, they both have their own issues. Talanah's come out as anxiety and fear of abandonment, Aloy's come out as anger and withdrawal. To answer the question, though, I do think Talanah would be able to navigate Aloy's high-emotion moments much better than the inverse.

who is physically stronger? Aloy wins this one by virtue of the diversity of her strength. But have y'all seen Talanah's thighs

who is more likely to break a bone?  Aloy, simply because she's up-close and personal with danger more often. We'll throw out Talanah's absolutely insane gameplay AI for the purposes of this meme.

who knows best what to say to upset the other?  Talanah holds all of those particular weapons, but knows to never use them, and never wants to use them.

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument?  Talanah. Because of both The Trauma™ and the fact that Aloy is stubborn as a mule (though she'll eventually readily admit if she was wrong. Eventually.).

who treats whose wounds more often?  Again, Talanah treats Aloy's wounds a lot more often because Aloy's still out there getting wrecked on the reg.

who is in constant need of comfort?  Talanah asks for it much more openly and freely, but doles out a very fair share of it to Aloy as well. Even match.

who gets more jealous?  Aloy. Can't be easy being with a noble who could have her pick of pretty much anyone in the Sundom--especially when specific jealousy itself is a WHOLE new emotion to wrangle after what has, so far, been a very solitary life. Talanah handles this with grace, though, and doesn't let Aloy get shitty about it.

who’s most likely to walk out on the other?  lol, lmao, we thought we knew the answer to this one, didn't we. Well. Thanks HFW. Aloy, still, though. So far, leaving is just what she's done. Hard habit to break, especially as Feelings and Attachment (in a very intimate sense) grow scarier and scarier.

who will propose?  Aloy aloy aloy aloy aloy ALOY!! Aloy aloy alooyy. This is very personal to me, you see.

who has the most difficult parents? ...we're gonna ignore how fundamentally depressing this question is for them by pointing out the fact that GAIA 1) is a delight and 2) absolutely loves Talanah.

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?  Talanah. Makes Aloy blush all the way to her big dumb ears.

who comes up for the other all the time?  Before things between them are even Actually Real, Aloy finds herself talking about Talanah way too much in unrelated conversations, and is very confused as to why it keeps happening.

who hogs the blankets?  Talanah. Aloy's like a furnace.

who gets sadder?  Sadder, specifically? Definitely Talanah. Aloy's Bad Emotions tend to be much more reactive than pressing inward.

who is better at cheering the other up? OOOOH tough one. I'm gonna say Aloy, here, because she can effortlessly cheer Talanah up just by existing. But like I mentioned earlier, Talanah is also very good at dragging Aloy out of a bad brain spiral.

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? Talanah. They're both pretty quippy, but Aloy's are always a little more unexpected.

who is more streetwise? If we're talking specifically streetwise, Talanah. She has the unique combination of noble education, lifetime living very much amongst others, and also fighting in a whole-ass rebellion. Survivalwise, though? Oh my god it's Aloy. I'll remind everyone of how Talanah thought the best way to approach a Clawstrider attack was to trap herself in a rock crevice and get brutally stabbed.

who is more wise? They're both wise in very different and complementary ways. I'll leave it there, because the whole of the answer is something I've wanted to explore with proper depth in fic for a while.

who’s the shyest?  I don't know if I'd call Aloy shy, but she's way more socially-reserved, even as the years go on. Talanah handles herself fantastically in social situations (noble upbringing, knows how to navigate these spaces) and thrives in it, even if it's still exhausting for her afterwards. Still, her social battery has a vastly larger capacity than Aloy's.

who boasts about the other more?  Milu, Amadis, and Itamen already know the very explicitly canon answer to this one. ;)

who sits on whose lap? The thought of Talanah sitting in Aloy's lap rots my brain to its pulp nearly constantly, thank youuuu

#thanks for asking!!! #i'm crying about them on a Thursday morning #(this is nothing new) #horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #aloy x talanah #hawk and thrush #foibles_fables

[fereldanwench]

So we've made a lot of in-game progress since the last little update I made on my random Valerie-inspired playthrough of Dragon Age Inquisition:

The big story advancement was choosing between the templars and mages to close the Breach. I still have no idea where Valerie really stands on magic, the Chantry, etc., so I opted to go for my personal favorite route: disbanding the Templar Order and bringing them under the Inquisition. I just really like Ser Barris (a good man who has mistakenly given his life to a shitty institution and is now coming to terms with it? Why yes, I do have a type, thanks for asking) and The Champions of the Just is prrooobably my favorite quest in the whole game because it's one of the only quests across the entire series that really gives us a good glimpse into the secret life of templars, so to speak. Like we get to see a lot of what life is like behind closed Circle doors for mages in all the games (especially if you play as a mage in Origins), but not so much the templars. Even in DA2, where you do have more access to templars, it's still mostly their public-facing arenas, like the Gallows courtyard. And the way Barris describes how the Order slowly introduced red lyrium into the ranks is horrifying on so many levels. (Also, it always fucks me up that the fully corrupted templars don't die as human enemies, but as creatures.)

This means Valerie met Cole! She also met Dorian since she did talk to Fiona before going with the Templars, and if I recall correctly, he's gonna be pretty pissed that she went with the Templars, whoops. First impressions: Cole: ???? Does not compute. But she's pragmatic and he helped her so he can stay for now. Dorian: Far too pleased with himself, but he's obviously brilliant so at least it's not without cause.

Jury is still out if I'm actually going to romance anyone in this run--Leaning towards no, but Valerie is a bit of a flirt by nature and a heartbreaker in Cyberpunk canon so I have had her up the charm with a few characters: Blackwall: Serious, hardened warrior too committed to his duty and with a manbun (he's modded in my game) certainly meets some of her requirements, and his delighted response when she told him he's better suited to getting eaten by a dragon is fun for everyone. But he's a little too enamored with her too fast and he's not honest. Verdict: Needs less simping, less lying, and more biting sarcasm. Cullen: Flirting with him was more for old times sake and because I wanted to see the cute smile the Inquisitor makes when they say they're willing to listen to his lectures. But Valerie in a lot of ways is sort of a spiritual successor to my favorite Hawke, Rhiannon, whomst I shipped hard with Cullen so there is something there. Cullen also fits the decent-man-coming-to-terms-with-serving-a-corrupt-organization archetype. I think he's just slightly on the wrong side of priggish and dorky for her, though. But perhaps most importantly: I don't want to romance him again, lmao. Verdict: Get wrecked, nerd. Cassandra: I don't currently have a mod installed to romance her as a femInquisitor, so I would have to grab on in order to make this happen obviously. But I think Cassandra actually has the highest potential here: grumpy, stubborn, impulsive warrior trying to stick to a righteous path even if she's full of doubts? With a secret soft side?? I mean, come on. That's perfect. Verdict: Modding magic vs Wench's laziness: Who will win?

I want to grind a little bit more before actually closing the Breach (and dying from cringe at that goddamn singalong scene) so I've been chipping away at various quests in the Storm Coast, Hinterlands, and Fallow Mire. I remember really disliking the Fallow Mire when I first played, mostly because of the undead popping up everywhere, but I'm actually finding it far less of a slog than the other two maps this time around. Like a fairly small map that I can actually clear without huge expanses of emptiness that are just there to make the game seem bigger? Yes, please.

#oc: valerie v powell #g: dai #s: dragon age #au: thedas adventures #oc snippets

[antiochean]

hey! another rika and vanderwood enjoyer :-D! i love the semi-realistic way you draw MM characters (which is to say is an art style that is rarely ever seen in this fandom, unfortunately)! may i ask what are your thoughts on the other MM characters and/or their respective routes--or, instead, if that's alright w/ you, could you share more of your CMC Jake Park? so far, i'm interested in Bleeding Paint and I can't wait to see more of it :-)!

Anon I am kicking my legs around in my bed hugging my pillow like a schoolgirl bc this is the first ask I've gotten in this sideblog and it is literally so sweet and I'm so excited to have gotten it

Because of that you will have to endure me discussing every single topic you brought up in great detail

1. So glad to hear from another Rika and Vanderwood enjoyer. I get pretty self-conscious about liking Rika because of all the negativity, but the truth is that she's a major comfort character for me. When I realized what she meant with all of her talk about darkness after therapy one night I cried for hours LMAO it was a major milestone in my mental health journey.

And that event is actually what made me start writing bleeding paint, AND this is the part where I tell you that if you like Rika and Vanderwood, the good news is that they're the two love interests in the fic. But the bad news is that Rika and Jake's relationship is Extremely toxic. Radioactive. But the good news again is that with Vanderwood, it's the opposite.

2. Thank you for complimenting my art style :)) If my different background means I'm bringing something new to the table, then I'm ecstatic to provide.

3. My opinions on the other characters are!! Difficult to word, because until a couple months ago I hadn't played since Ray's route came out, and this year I've only replayed another story and Seven's route. I'll try my best to give you a summary, though.

Zen and Yoosung: my B plot KINGS. Where would I be without you. Adorable brotherly dynamic. A much needed wholesome break from all the angst. I would die for you.

Jaehee: her role as the Straight Man is executed extraordinarily, in my opinion, because of how often she's just tired. It's so realistic and it makes you feel for her so much. But when she's something else instead of tired, she absolutely slays, it really sticks out. AND I would like to say I think the way her voice changes when she starts fangirling about musicals is ADORABLE. I've been in love with this woman since I was 17.

Jumin: I HAVE THE MOST CONFLICTING FEELINGS ABT HIM OUT OF ANYONE ELSE. Okay stay with me for this one but I'm a hardcore anarco-communist. Which means there are multiple points in the game where, if he were in front of me, I would grab him by the neck and shake him like in that Simpsons bit. Shut up about the free market shut up about the free market. He's so privileged and his lack of empathy means he only alienates himself further and further. So on one side I feel extreme frustration and anger towards him. Then on the other, the emotional maturity of this character is unparalleled. He is, like, completely actualized. On top of Maslow's entire shit. While in Another Story, some of his dialogue has been having me awestruck. I think that IRL, Jumin and I would have the kind of dynamic where we would be able to talk until 3 AM and not realize it. So yeah man I don't know. He's on both sides of the love and hate spectrum for me at the same time.

707: what can I tell you about my bestest boy in the whole world? I would not change a thing about him. He can have my entire house and life and hand in marriage.

V: in my opinion. Okay look. God. I don't have any strong *feelings* about V. But I have very strong opinions.

If you asked me to list any other characters who display the level of emotional complexity his guy has going on, I'd have very few examples.

But the execution of the concept falls short for me.

How many days does the game have in total? Think about it: He's the MOST STUBBORN FRUSTRATING MAN TO DEAL WITH IN THE WHOLE WORLD for ALL but 3 of them, the 3 days at the end of his route. He's a goddamn broken record. Furthermore, his route is so focused on the backstory MC wasn't there for, that it forgets to tell you why you two should feel a bond at all.

It's hard for me to suspend my disbelief and look past all that to enjoy the potential he had.

Saeran: SE Saeran is one of my faves :)) he's not my type in his route, but his portrayal of mental illness matters a lot to me. I have talked to my therapist about Saeran.

4: IT'S JAKE TIME - GET ABSOLUTELY SILLY

Where can I start with Jake William Park. Well first off, he's a bitch. Second off, he had his bisexual awakening in a sasunaru forum post at age 12. Third off. See that picture? He has a septum gauge and, while shitfaced one night, put a silly straw in it. He then couldn't get it out, had a panic attack, and ended up in the hospital.

He was born in Canada. When he was 8, his parents got divorced and his dad moved back to Korea while he stayed. Now he's in Korea as an exchange student for his senior undergrad year.

He's a literature major. He's Extremely pretentious about art. He has a cat named Rodya (nicknamed Rascalnikov). He dabbles in writing horror, but is mainly aiming at becoming a professor.

His superiority complex is his most annoying flaw. He thinks he's so smart and his taste is the only correct one and he's a different grade of human being from most people. He can be mean about it (he bullies Yoosung).

The meanness ties into another flaw of his, which is that he thinks showing emotion is a weakness.

His first version was much goofier and careless and dressed a little bit differently. In Another Story, he becomes what I've come to refer to as Traumajake. The kidnapping and cult stuff really gets to him, he's almost killed or cleansed. And he decides that, if Rika wants a boytoy, then he will be the perfect boytoy until he can get out alive. He pretends to develop Stockholm syndrome - but he's not every worried about it, because he's FAR too smart to develop it for real. Right? Hilarity ensues.

By the time he's rescued, half of him doesn't even want to be. For the rest of the fic, he struggles to find a balance between emotion and reason.

There's a lot I'm leaving out, but this is already far too long and I doubt anyone will read it LMAO

5. I appreciate you mentioning Bleeding Paint a lot!! I have no evidence anyone ever read it and sometimes it makes me embarassed to keep posting sjdaskdjkjds but if just one person has given it their time of day, that's good enough for me :))

Tysm for the ask.

#robin.txt #asks #jake park

[liliadarlin]

Savanaclaw HCs

A/N: leona makes me so mad LMAO was also listening to Rob Zombie while writing this, a vibe tbh

Warnings: yandere content, mean Leona, isolation, mention of kidnapping (doesn't actually happen tho), Jack supremacy idc

Leona

I feel like it's rather hard to catch Leona's attention, at least in a romantic sense.

Leona isn't exactly interested in being in a relationship, and this plays directly into how terrible he'd be as a yandere. He's convinced that he owns his darling. They're more of a possession than anything else.

Don't get him wrong, though. That doesn't mean Leona harbors no feelings for them. Leona feels so intensely that he has a hard time expressing his actual feelings.

Leona often feels like the second choice, so he has many problems with his darling. If they just so happen to like him, they'd have to be an insanely stubborn person in order to stay that way.

He makes it so incredibly hard to like him, because Leona truly is cruel towards his darling. This is because he's generally trying to push them away, but also he's just kind of a dick. Like, he's not like Vil who would pick at his darlings insecurities, but Leona is mean.

He finds genuine pleasure in seeing his darling frustrated, and Leona really is just a walking red flag with a pretty face.

Losing interest in him isn't really an option, either. Leona is pretty good at bending others to his will, and if that doesn't work he'll just isolate them to the point where they're so lonely that they have no other choice but to confide in him.

Anyway, Cheka solos

Ruggie

Hrs rather easy to deal with as long as his darling makes the right moves. Ruggie adores spending time with his darling and always seems to be trailing after them when he isn't busy running errands for Leona.

Male hyenas are more submissive by nature, so Ruggie would never do anything to upset his darling on purpose. He confides in them for comfort, and just likes spending his time with them in general.

Ruggie, however, is rather possessive.

His possessiveness isn't like Leona's. He doesn't see his darling as an object or something he owns. He, instead, believes the very opposite. They're his partner, and Ruggie belongs to them.

Competition is weird with Ruggie. When he takes notice of someone who likes his darling, he hardly takes them seriously. He isn't the paranoid type.

However, if things go far enough, he can always just have them landed in the infirmary due to a very unfortunate accident.

Ruggie is affectionate, too.

He loves receiving affection from his darling just as much as he loves giving it. Ruggie especially likes it when his darling gives him ear scratches. It's a pleasure only reserved for them <3

Jack

He's so sweet... buy like secretly.

Jack absolutely adores his darling, but he doesn't want people to think he's gone soft spot he keeps up his tough guy act as long as possible.

Jack doesn't have the capability to be cruel or mean to his darling, though. He can't deal with their emotions. Like, for example, if they started crying in front of Jack, he would 100% end up panicking.

He is extremely caring towards his darling, though.

Jack may not lather his darling in affection like a certain hyena, but he shows his care in other ways. He hardly trusts anyone at NRC after his experience, so he wants to make sure that they aren't being bothered by anyone.

He's also very against them getting dragged into any trouble. Jack is a protective yandere, through and through. If he even thinks his darling may be in danger he'll flip out.

Also, just an extra thing, he's such an attentive guy, too.

Jack immediately knows when something is wrong with his darling. What a king 🤴

Octavinelle

Scarabia

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[shingia]

i’m not sure if you’ve gotten this request before (feel free to ignore if u have loll) but could i request how hq boys would help u when ur hungover.... cause i am big time rn LMAO please and thanks <33

✗ HQ BOYS WHEN YOU’RE HUNGOVER ✗

the way i ran to my drafts to start writing this omg 🏃🏻‍♀️ ngl it almost made me miss being hungover <\33 anyways- hope you’ll feel better v soon and are taking care of your poor hungover self 😽

-> timeskip! kita, kuroo, tsukishima, suna, oikawa

-> warnings : mentions of alcohol (for obvious reasons), mentions of throwing up and mentions of food

— KITA

• this man knows how to handle a hangover better than anyone

• he’s a moderate drinker, but his grandmother’s books contain the cure to everything and he’s more than willing to make you benefit from his knowledge

• he will make you drink these three bottles of water, that bowl of tomato soup and that banana milkshake with a tablespoon of honey. dehydration ? he doesn’t know her

• but kita also knows how important it is to not stay in bed all day, so he’ll insist on having you spend at least thirty minutes outside in the fresh air, most probably in your backyard

• you can refuse, of course. but he’ll take away your cuddle privilege immediately, so~ your choice

• also expect a lot a few disapproving looks,,, because as much as he loves to pamper you, he can’t help but remember the dozens of times he told you you’d had enough to drink last night. obviously you didn’t listen

• i think would disapprovingly care : like- lecturing you under his breath as he sprays essential oils on your bedsheets or tests the temperature of the bath water before letting you in

• remember the cuddle privilege i talked about? yeah, that’s going to be your reward at the end of the day for not being stubborn and docilely following his instructions

• with freshly perfumed bedsheets and his natural body warmth, you’re likely to fall asleep in five second tops. but that doesn’t mean he’s going to leave you, quite the contrary. no, this man will continue to take care of you in your sleep

• and by that i mean belly rubs to make sure your nausea is gone when you wake up, or gentle head massages to make your migraine go away. he might even brush your hair so that you won’t wake up with knots

• he doesn’t even expect you to thank him, because « isn’t that what all husbands are supposed to do ? »

— KUROO

• he’s probably hungover too because he had to finish half of your drinks,,, yet it still wasn’t enough to prevent you from waking up with the biggest headache

• in other words : dimmed lights all day. he might not even open the blinds. and to be honest he likes these kind of vibes

• sure, it feels like your brains are about to explode, and every single part of your body is aching (eyelashes included), but it’s cozy and your minds are too fogged to worry about anything other than getting better- so it’s self care and self care only today

• it’s likely that none of you will feel like eating something, but kuroo’s an athlete : he knows better than to skip a meal, especially when you both feel so weak

• so he’ll sacrifice himself and make the grueling effort of leaving the bed to cook you a little something, nothing extravagant but still enough to reinvigorate the two of you

• and since you don’t have anything better to do, you guys decide to watch the videos you took during the party,,, and slowly come to the realization that you have very few memories of what happened

• « is that you dancing on that table ? » you ask him, pointing at the man who is just a second away from tripping on a napkin

• lifting his shorts, kuroo glances at the bruise on the upper part of his thigh : « ohh- well that explains a lot »

• chances are that, because of his built, kuroo will feel better before you. so the true pampering will come later in the evening

• he’s got vitamins, ibuprofens, blankets, and his arms ready for you. you’re in for the deepest sleep of your life

— TSUKISHIMA

• « i told you so »™️

• you would wake up feeling like absolute crap and he would be eyeing you, standing next to the bed with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised : « how are we feeling ? », even though the answer is pretty obvious

• but he knows that sarcasm won’t get him anywhere so he tries to tone it down (try to)

• you might think he’s not going to do much, but as soon as you step out of the shower he forced you to take (even though you were exhausted), you realize that he did do much

• the clothes you wore last night are already in the washing machine, your new ones (most probably his) are neatly folded on your bed, waiting for you, and he’s cooking an anti-hungover meal that he looked up on the internet

• if he has to study while you’re getting some rest in the bedroom he will put reminders on his phone every 15mn to come and check on you

• and he never leaves the room without lifting the covers up to your shoulders to make sure you won’t get cold

• he also wets a towel and gives it to you to place over your eyes if they’re sore

• but as soon as he’s done studying, he joins you in bed with greatest pleasure. and it’s a good thing that tsukki loves comfortable silences, because neither of you feel like saying anything

• you’re just laying there, letting him keep track of time since you’re too busy enjoying being pampered that much

— SUNA

• blackmail material for YEARS (in addition to the videos and pictures he took of you during the party)

• he turns this into a vlog, you could be half-asleep on the couch and hear him talk to the camera from the kitchen like « so here i am making pasta for this lightweight who threw up all night... i’m still waiting for my boyfriend of the year’s award... »

• but really, he’s just being dramatic. deep down he loves to take care of you when you’re hungover because you get much clingier,,, so he allows himself to be clingier too

• as much as he loves to lay down on top of you, the roles are reversed this time. because being crushed by a 6’3 tall man while you’re hungover is probably not a very good idea

• but before these lazy cuddles, he wants to make sure you’re comfortable : so he’ll remove your makeup (if you wore any) and give you his clothes because he knows you like how oversize they are

• so yes, naps and water are definitely the keywords of the day, but tell him once that you crave one specific food and he’ll immediately go get it for you

• he’s also surprisingly careful with any possible headache, so he’ll keep his earphones on while scrolling on his phone to make sure you can rest in complete silence

• however, at some point he will hand you his phone and have you record a video for your future self. something along the lines of : « hi y/n, this is you from the past. i feel like absolute shit right now so please be more reasonable next time... and don’t let rin get more embarrassing pictures of us »

• and you can be sure that he’ll use this video as a threat next time you’re partying. he would just have to point at his phone from the other side of the room and you would understand what he means

— OIKAWA

• he’s not the person to call if you want to be talked out of partying ever again

• because not only does he spend the entire day praising you highly for the way you looked yesterday, but you also realize that he loves your drunk self (as long as he’s here to watch over you)

• he doesn’t mind you complaining because he’s had a few hangovers of his own,, so feel free to whine about your stomachache/headache all you want

• and if you throw up ? it’s ok, he’s got you. and he’s not leaving your side unless you ask him to

• literally, he spends the entire day babying you. you’re feeling too tired to brush your teeth ? no problem, he’ll have you sit on the edge of the bathtub and do it for you

• same goes for washing your hair or getting dressed : there’s nothing he’ll refuse

• if your head doesn’t hurt too much, he’ll offer to watch a stupid tv show in front of which you can fall asleep without missing anything important

• and he’ll make sure to get the right cuddle position right away because he knows you’ll probably fall asleep very quickly and he doesn’t want to wake you up by fidgeting under you

• also: expect many many scalp massages. and his hands are the softest so they feel absolutely divine

• i think oikawa knows a lot about hydration so he’ll probably make you drink something like sugary water to give you a little boost. and if you don’t trust this drink, he’ll try again with another one until you’re completely hydrated

• and as i said, he’s very supportive,, almost too much : « you finished your glass ! i’m proud of you baby! »

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[dr3amofagame]

haha your snippit abt the dispenser got me thinking.

Dream gets let out of prison and he talks constantly, whatever is on his mind. And he's positive all the time. To a fault where people walk over him. And it doesn't make sense because he was tortured right???? But after an incident they find out it's because he hates the sound of silence and needs constant reminders that other people are there. Also he was punished for any negative emotions in the prison so his default is happy now,,,

hi anon !! this concept makes me SO goddamn sad ,, the idea that he Has to be happy bc anything else would mean punishment im so *punches the walls*

this ,, ficlet is honestly. pretty ooc, not really related to the ask at all, and mostly an excuse for me to cry abt c!dream and c!punz for an excessive amount of time (technically the vote on twitter was supposed to have this as c!sapnap pov, but i just wrote one for him so i went for c!punz instead. mostly bc i wanted to write him LMAO). hopefully someone enjoys it despite *gestures vaguely* all of that mess

tw: trauma, disordered eating, implied torture/abuse, blood, injuries, unhealthy coping mechanisms, emotional distress, thoughts of murder/mercy killing, mentioned animal death, dark content

In the end, it’s all rather anticlimactic, the complete opposite of Dream’s vault and the whole fiasco of adrenaline and theatrics that had made up that day. Quackity ended up having one too many drinks, bragged about the wrong thing to the wrong person - Punz doesn’t know the specifics, only knows that one thing has led to another and suddenly Sapnap was screaming at his ex-fiancé, sword pointed at his chest and tears streaming down his eyes in the middle of the Community House floor, everyone else stood around and watching. A look into Quackity’s office said everything he didn’t - the chests and chests of used and new tools, shiny and sharpened and completely rusted over with blood and everything in between. There’s been a balled up shirt in the wastebasket, completely unsalvageable from how saturated it was with blood, more red than white, and perhaps most chilling of all the calendar, marked with X after X in red pen, going back months and speaking to their utter failure to see what had been happening all but right in front of them.

With Quackity down, Sam caved not too long after, and with his input getting into the prison was no challenge at all. The only thing holding them back were bad memories and the tense, worried edge to Sam’s jaw as he led the small group of them - himself and Sapnap, actually entering the facility, Bad and Puffy waiting outside - carrying them through winding corridor after winding corridor and lava pit after lava pit, until they’d come to stand before a chasm filled with flowing lava, slowly draining before the main cell.

“I- I have to warn you,” Sam had muttered, uncharacteristically hesitant, “it looks…pretty bad,” and Punz would’ve questioned him further, but the lava had fallen far enough to reveal the topmost edge of the cell, so they let Sapnap hound the Warden for information as they directed their full attention on the cell itself and holy shit.

Nothing Sam said could’ve possibly have prepared them for the sight - it was a complete fucking bloodbath, crimson painting the walls and smeared over the floor and splattered over every visible surface like some abstract art experiment gone wrong. The stench of iron and burning flesh and viscera was awful, even over the gap marked by the still-draining lava. Punz strained his eyes; at the very back of the cell, huddled, unmoving, was a similarly bloodstained shape that must’ve been Dream. They remember the crack of Sapnap’s knuckles meeting Sam’s face and breaking his nose, remember themselves chucking a pearl and feeling along Dream’s neck desperately for a pulse - everything beyond that became a swirl of voices and panic and crying that makes their head hurt to think about, so they don’t.

Recovery is…messy. The physical side had been bad enough - pulling Dream out of the cell, barely breathing, limp in his arms and far too light, all Punz could think about was a sheep he’d found a year ago, frail and struggling to breathe, one he’d ended up killing - quick and painless - with a sword through the skull because it seemed kinder than letting it suffer. Watching Dream struggle on the bed, laid up in Bad’s mansion because none of them knew if he’d survive going any further, body resisting the potions they’d slowly forced down his throat after being so over-saturated on them, temperature spiking and heat baking into his skin like the lava from the prison had been imprinted onto his body, Punz feels the same strange mixture of pity and unease, wonders if it’d be a hell of a lot kinder if they just put him out of his fucking misery.

Still, because Dream is a stubborn bastard, against all odds, he ends up surviving - his fever breaks, the potions begin taking effect, and a few tireless, aching days later his eyes flutter open, lucid for the first time in a week. Punz isn’t even in the room when he wakes, only knows that it happens because the too-quiet room suddenly erupts in noise and activity, muffled thumps and sounds of a struggle undercutting Bad’s frantic calls for someone to help, anyone, and they run into the room to find Dream thrashing on the bed, wounds reopened and blood dripping onto the sheets, eyes wild and wide as his head whips from side to side so hard Punz is half-afraid that he’ll straight up break his neck. Somehow, worst of all, not a single scream falls from his lips, nothing but muffled whines squeezing past his mouth, clenched shut, and for a singular, awful second they wonder how long it took before he realized that screaming was useless.

Fortunately enough for them, or unfortunately, it’s not like he can tell the fucking difference anymore, the panic and strain end up with Dream passing out altogether, and they trade uneasy glances with Bad before going to clean off the worst of his wounds. If everything they’re doing feels hopeless, dressing up wounds that’ll be torn open hours later when Dream is awake enough to feel fear but not much else because he’s forgotten what it’s like to not be afraid - well, that’s for them to think and everyone else to pretend not to agree with.

Weeks pass along the same vein - Dream wakes up, panics; they try to calm him down, fails; he falls back into unconsciousness, and they move on and pretend that they’re cleaning up wounds from battle and not from someone that’s literally been tortured for months on end. People stop by, occasionally; Puffy spends more time than not inside the mansion, but hardly ever enters the door into Dream’s room, Sapnap and George drop by occasionally with potion brewing supplies that the rest of them can’t go out to get; once, he’d gone out to the front door to find a chest with an enchanted golden apple, sender nowhere in sight. He knows that the server is busy; Quackity’s admission had brought more than a few secrets to light, and from what they understand, the political fallout has been pretty damn messy. Still, he stays in the mansion, and watches.

He doesn’t exactly know why he stays. They’re not a stellar healer, not beyond what they know to dress their own wounds, and spend most of their time doing odd-and-ends tasks for Bad, who looks more tired than ever. Maybe it’s because he’s seen Dream at his worst more than the rest of them, had been there through his entire fall from grace, watched as his eyes became clouded with anger and madness and a single, desperate hope that he’d chased at the cost of his world and himself. Maybe it’s because they have no ties to the rest of the server - not to Las Nevadas, falling apart under the scrutiny of the eyes that now fall upon it, not Snowchester, caught up in the chaos, not the Badlands, half-dissolved after the fiasco of the Egg and with Sam’s actions having just come to light. Maybe it’s because above everything else, he feels guilty.

They’d thought the prison was the answer. It’d seemed too simple, back in that Vault - a perfect answer, because everyone else was perfectly happy to watch Dream die another time and some part of them had clenched painfully at the thought even thought they knew it was for the best. The prison meant that he’d be alive, if angry, and at some point when he had the time or the nerve or the guts he could go and visit, and they would talk, and Dream would be angry but with time maybe he could even understand.

They hadn’t wanted this. He can’t imagine anyone wanting this.

“Punz?” They don’t jump at the voice at their back, they don’t, but Bad still has a tiny, tight-lipped smile when they turn around anyway, eyes creased in the corners and still not as bright as they’d been before the Egg. Bad looks at him knowingly, setting a bowl of soup into his hands. “For Dream, if you can get him to eat.” He shifts a pointed gaze towards the door. “Maybe you two could talk.”

“About what?” The words come out harsher than they intend, and they take a moment to bite back the mostly self-directed anger that Bad doesn’t deserve to receive the brunt of. “I just-” he waves his hand in the air, trying to articulate the mess that is his relationship with Dream without the words to explain it. “I don’t know, man.”

“You don’t have to talk about everything,” Bad says, calm as always, eyes flicking down to the bowl of soup in his hands. “Just start with the soup.”

Punz sighs. “I’ll try.”

He enters the room in a single, fluid motion, mostly because he knows that if he were to stop at the door then he’d never actually make his way in. Dream flinches back when they enter, eyes going wide and stance going rigid, and the familiarity doesn’t make the sight any easier to bear as they wait, as always, for Dream’s eyes to clear enough for him to realize he’s in the mansion and not stuck in that same obsidian hellhole.

“I brought soup,” they say, finally, when Dream looks up. Dream’s lips twitch up in what he probably means as a smile; between the still-healing gashes on his face and the fear that flashes over his expression, still, it comes out as more of a grimace.

“Thanks.” Dream looks away. “I’ll eat it later.”

Liar, Punz thinks tiredly, moving closer to set the bowl down on the nightstand by the bed. They frown as Dream’s expression goes slack and distanced, again, eyes fixed to stare blankly at the wall once again.

“You should have some now,” he tries, careful to keep his words even. “You need the calories.”

“I’m good,” Dream says, automatic, just shy of sincere. “Thank you.”

“Dream,” they don’t quite succeed at keeping a displeased sigh from falling from their lungs, and bite back a curse at themselves when Dream pulls back with a silent flinch. It’s so goddamn hard, to talk to this version of Dream, both of them feeling around the edges of their relationship like walking on goddamn eggshells. A few months ago, he would’ve straight up called Dream out on his bullshit, get it through his thick skull that the whole ‘I’m fine and don’t need anyone’ act was stupid and completely failing to convince him. Here, they bite back another sigh, look forlornly at the bowl of the soup on the nightstand, sure to go uneaten once again, and force themselves to sound completely neutral when they speak again. “Alright. You’ll have to eat at some point, though.”

“Mmhm,” Dream hums noncommittally, once again staring at the wall. Punz stares at his hands. This is so fucking pointless.

“So,” they say after a few seconds, Bad’s words echoing in their head - they can try to make an effort to talk, sure. It’s just that Dream’s not going to cooperate. “How are you, man?”

The words come out stilted, awkward. He looks up to watch Dream’s expression, as the other man begins to gnaw on the inside of his cheek.

“I’m good,” he says, words deliberately light. “You?”

“Dream…”

“I’m fine.” Dream’s voice sharpens suddenly, breath hitching, before he shakes his head and turns his head away. “I’m fine.”

Punz looks at him incredulously. “Are you serious? Do we need to get into exactly how not-fine you are?” They wave a hand in his direction, jaw clenching when he rears back. “Do ‘fine’ people lose their minds from someone waving at them, now?”

“I-” For a second, Dream glares at him, eyes burning with a familiar, irritated fire that Punz knows all-too-well from having it directed at him a few too many times, before it suddenly dies and Dream is swinging his head back to the bedsheets, hands tightening on the cloth as he stammers. “I- What do you want?”

Punz breathes a soft sigh, regret blooming in the center of their chest. “Sorry,” he mumbles, careful to keep their gestures overly-telegraphed and away from the other man’s face. “I’m just- you’re not okay, man. No one’s expecting you to be okay after...all of that.”

“But why?”

Dream’s voice is small, nearly a sob, and Punz directs wide, alarmed eyes to where he’s hunched in over himself, knees pulled to his chest, hands staring at the sheets pulled over them. “Why?” he says, again, quieter, lip trembling slightly.

“Because you were tortured,” Punz begins, words slow as they watch Dream’s expression, trying to pull out the thoughts behind his averted eyes, “Because the cell was inhumane, and nobody deserves to be treated like that. Because you were hurt very, very badly because of what we did, and none of us are expecting you to be fine right after going through months of trauma.” He pauses. “You know that, right?”

“But I’m out,” Dream says, quiet, disbelieving, instead of answering their question. “I’m out of there. It’s over. It’s- everything’s good,” he whispers, more to himself than to them, hands curling into fists and then uncurling. “I’m- they said I would never get out. And I’m outside, and it’s not- not the cell, and I get real food, and Quackity doesn’t visit anymore,” he shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut as his breath catches in his throat. “I’m happy- I should be happy. Right?”

“Oh Dream,” the other man flinches back, breath quickening, and Punz’s hand stops short from where he’d almost let it fall onto the other’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be happy, man. Not- not after all of that. Not if you’re not ready yet.” Dream’s eyes, wide and wet, rise to look at their own, and they feel more than hear the soft, wounded noise that leaves their lips. “It’s ok to be hurt. It’s ok to be scared. No one’s blaming you, alright? No one’s gonna hurt you anymore.”

This, more than anything, seems to be the breaking point, because Dream collapses forward, hands flying up to pull at his tangled hair before Punz manages to ease them away and into his own hands, watching as he grips onto them until his knuckles go white. His breathing shudders, quiet, even his sobs muffled as to make as little noise as possible, and they murmur meaningless croons and hums as he cries into their chest.

“I wanna- I wanna be okay,” he hiccups, and Punz smooths his hair back behind their hand.

“I know,” he swallows around the lump that has risen in his own throat. “I’m sorry.”

#tw trauma #tw disordered eating #tw torture #tw abuse #tw blood #tw injuries #tw unhealthy coping mechanism #tw emotional distress #tw murder #tw animal death #tw dark content #tw unhealthy eating habits #-> my writing #my writing :D #my asks !! #-> my asks