#especially when their expectations change everyday without notice

[vanity-complex]

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#literally fuck my job #never before have I felt so degraded or humiliated #it is mind boggling to me to hear community members and organizers tell me what a great and wonderful job I’m doing #to then go to my boss and hear how I’m doing everything wrong and need to fix everything #especially when their expectations change everyday without notice #every day I get something back with something changed or a new process telling me that I should have done better or differently #I honestly can not take this much longer #especially with my raise being revoked (unofficially until I have a meeting on Monday) #I literally work so hard and am busting my ass and am the public face of my agency due to my bosses lack of willingness to do anything #and I’m being drug under the bus #I just don’t understand how I ended up here #and I know it will all be fine and I will find another job #but this is so disappointing #and has me feeling so distraught in the moment #anyways #if I haven’t responded to you in a few weeks this is why #I am emotionally unstable and am just trying to hold it together #but I’ll be talking again soon besties

[watchmegetobsessed]

ON REPEAT

A/N: we all saw the vid of him tongueing his guitar... yeah... the devil works hard but i work harder

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: As his personal assistant, you definitely shouldn't be havin dirty thoughts of Harry, especially not about the way his tongue on his guitar. But it's hard to resist and you need relief, but you never thought your boss would be more than willing to help you out.

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You watch it happen and in a third of a second you are no different than the screaming girls out there in the pit and the stands, only that you can’t scream from the top of your lungs when Harry mimics to be playing his guitar with his tongue.

It’s vile. It’s maddening and it should definitely not turn you on the way it does, because he is your boss. He is not just a rock star for you, a person far out of your reach, he is your job, you manage his everyday life for a living so you surely should not be having dirty thoughts at the sight of his tongue on a guitar’s neck.

But you do. You very much do and the fantasies are so bad you can actually feel your panties getting wet in an instant as you stand by the stage and watch him carry his performance on as if he didn’t just destroy all ovaries in the arena and because there’s probably hundreds of videos now of his little stunt, you know it will continue to sweep through the whole world by the morning.

The after show period is the same as always. Harry runs off stage, he changes faster than lightning and before the first people could step out of the arena the two of you are in the backseat of a car, heading out to avoid the traffic his own show usually creates.

“You’re quiet tonight,” he comments.

You don’t dare to look at him, especially not because you can smell him from this close, locked up together in the car. The smell of his shower gel from before the show is still lingering on his skin but it is not mixed with his sweat, the smell of his own body that you spent two hours to stare at and have the most ravenous and lustful thoughts you’ve ever had since you’ve realized you have a crush on your boss.

This is what hell must be like.

“I’m good, just tired,” you shrug and continue staring out the window. You can feel his excruciating gaze on you, it’s burning your skin, but you keep your eyes on the outside world, hoping to survive this five minute car ride without moaning or whimpering in front of him.

You practically run to your room once you’ve parted ways in the hallway and when you throw yourself onto the perfectly made bed you scream into the pillow, letting out the pent up frustration you battled with all evening.

Out of all men in the world why did you have to fall for your boss? Why do you find him the best looking man to ever exist? Your body and mind has betrayed you and now you have to bear the consequences of it.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip when you pull your phone out and go online, looking for a video of the guitar stunt. It takes about five seconds to stumble upon it and because it was taken by a fan, it was recorded from a lower point and it just adds to the weight of it.

You watch it over and over and over… and over again.

And before you could even realize what you’re doing, your hand is between your legs, applying pressure at the right spot over your shorts, your heart beat is picking up and an occasional swear word leaves your parted lips every once in a while.

What you don’t notice is that you did not close your room’s door fully when you rushed inside, so when Harry comes over to ask if he could grab your phone charger, because his just died, he can easily push the door open and step inside without making a sound when he hears your whimpers and the video playing over and over again.

He knows which part it is, he remembers it clearly, because he knew it would make his fans go crazy, but he did not expect to catch you watching it back… and enjoy it this much.

He stays hidden for a bit and selfishly listens to your sounds. Adrenaline boosts through his veins as he realizes that you’re playing with yourself while watching the video of him and well… it is definitely doing things to him.

Just like the shorts you were wearing tonight, all those silky skin you were showing, the curve of your ass peeking out from underneath, Harry had to take a second shower when he saw you bend down for something. And now he caught you playing with yourself while thinking about him.

He knows he has to make a decision. Walk out, close the door and pretend he never heard anything or walk in and do what he’s been fantasizing about probably since he hired you to be his assistant.

His legs move before the decision is processed in his mind.

He walks out from his hiding spot and it takes a moment for you to register his presence and realize that it’s not just a hallucination, he did in fact just walk into your room while you were masturbating to a video of him.

“Oh my God!” you scream and the phone goes flying out of your hands, dropping to the floor, but the video is still playing. Your heart is threatening to burst right out of your chest and jump to Harry’s feet and you’re trying to grab the sheets to cover yourself even though you’re not naked, but Harry is quick to climb onto the bed and stop you from doing it. To put some more distance between the two of you, you push up against the headboard and shut your legs closed tight, horror etched onto your face as your mind is racing, trying to find a way to explain yourself, but you know there’s nothing you could say that would get you out of this mess.

Harry, on the other hand, is enjoying this more than he should, probably. The shame on your face, the way your body is still in a state of lust but also in shock, this is thrilling, knowing he did this to you, the woman who is usually so laid back he can’t ever read your body language.

His eyes are glued to your face as he reaches out and places his hands on your trembling knees. Part of him is disappointed you’re not rambling, trying to talk yourself out of it, but it’s also hot that you are not denying what you’ve been just caught doing.

“Open your legs, Y/N,” he speaks up in a husky, gut wrenching voice and if you weren’t scared for your life (and job), you might have come just from that.

When you don’t move, just stare back at him, he applies the tiniest bit of pressure on your knees to push them apart and your body gives up resistance instantly.

The hunger that flashes through his eyes when he sees that you’ve drenched your panties and shorts good enough to have a visible spot on them, right in front of him now sends a shiver down your spine. And then when he reaches out and runs just one single finger, his middle finger down the seam, you fear your soul has left your body.

“I can leave you and finish on your own, Y/N. Or I can do it for you. Your choice.”

Fuck, your mind feels so heavy and fogged up, you are not in the state to make a decision, let alone one that could have an effect on your life, but it’s like there’s an emergency window has been broken and something else has taken over you, you find yourself speaking up.

“I want you to do it.”

The smirk that spreads across his face twists your inside and you don’t even have time to process it when he climbs over you like a hungry lion and claims your mouth in a deep, demanding kiss that has you seeing stars.

With his mouth still devouring your lips, one of his hands move to grab yours and brings it over to his head.

“If you want to grab onto something, it can only be my hair, understood?” he talks against your mouth and all you can do is nod and let out a whimper. He smirks, so pleased with himself before moving back down and sitting down between your now open legs. He hooks his fingers into your shorts and underwear at the same time and then tugs them down with a swift motion, baring you in front of him, revealing just how much he has turned you on.

“Fuck, baby. Look at you! So wet and ready for me. It’s not the first time I’ve turned you on, right?” His eyes snap up to meet you as he reaches out and runs two of his fingers down your cunt. The touch feels like electricity, your whole body reacts and your knees start shaking.

“No,” you breathe out.

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckles lowly. “Next time, Y/N, you’re coming straight to me. No toying, no touching yourself, I want to be the only one to make you come. Understood?”

You just nod again, but this time he doesn’t take it as an answer.

“I need you to use your pretty voice.”

“Understood,” you manage to speak out, but the word melts into a moan when his fingers start circling on your clit.

“Good girl.”

Fast and graciously, he gets onto his stomach and before you could even appreciate the sight of him between your legs, his mouth latches onto your pussy and it’s game over for you.

You vaguely remember his request to only hold onto his hair and that’s what you do, you grab his chocolate curls with so much force it stings his scalp, but it also sends waves of pleasure down is groin as well while.

It shouldn’t be a surprise to you that he is fucking amazing in it, that Harry Styles can eat pussy like he does it for a living, that his mouth and tongue know exactly what to do to have your eyes roll to the back of your head from the pleasure. It’s scandalous that he is so good at everything and deep down you already know you’ll never find a man who could eat you out like this ever again.

“Harry, of my God!” you groan out, your back arching when you feel his tongue pushing inside you before it’s replaced by his fingers again.

Harry has heard you say his name a million times in every possible way. Or so he thought. Because this lustful, begging, whiny way is a new way and it is easily his favorite now.

He would want nothing more than to have you some on his mouth, but he also want to selfishly eat up your moans as you orgasm, so right before you could reach your peak he pulls back. You’re just about to complain when he moves up your body and his mouth occupies yours, his hand remaining between your legs, two fingers curling inside you just as he kisses you again. You shake and squirm and his fingers are working their magic on you and you realize you should be giving back as well.

With your lips attached to his you manage to reach down and into his pants, Harry tries to protest, only wanting this to be about you but he is too late and when he feels your hand wrap around his cock, giving him a delicious squeeze, the words die down in his throat.

You both are one big mess. Hands between each other’s legs, mouths hungrily colliding, it’s a state that’s almost too much but you also don’t want this to ever end. When you can feel your orgasm threatening to tip over the edge you start to stroke him faster and harder which earns the most beautiful, torturous moan to bubble from his throat.

You come hard and long, gasping for air, his name rolling off your tongue and into his mouth and he swallows it already wanting more. Your hands fall out of rhythm for a bit, but as soon as you’re coming off your high you return to pleasuring him and when you hook a leg over his waist the position ending up with his tip pressing against your pussy he gives you a look that says he is just about to chase after you.

A few more strokes and he is coming over your stomach, spilling his pleasure onto your shirt and the bedsheet as well, but you couldn’t care less. You keep your hands moving until you know he has given you his all and then you both roll to your back and stare up at the ceiling in your post orgasm haze.

You have absolutely no idea how much time passes before Harry pushes himself up from the bed and disappears in the bathroom only to return with a damp towel. Climbing back next to you he gently cleans you up between your legs and also wipes your stomach before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss above your belly button. Throwing the towel beside the bed he moves closer and curls an arm around your waist as he holds himself up on his other arm, looking down at you with bright, gleaming eyes.

“What?” you ask when he just keeps staring at you.

“I know I shouldn’t be talking about work right now, but I need you to do something.”

For a moment you fear that the aftermath of it all will be a disaster and he is bringing up work because he wants this to be just a one time thing and might be already regretting it.

“Okay,” you breathe out with wide eyes, which makes Harry laugh.

“I need you to cancel your rooms for the rest of the tour.”

“What?” Terror flashes through your body for a moment, thinking that he is about to fire you.

“You’re gonna sleep in my room, because I want to do this every night. On repeat. And even more.”

This fucker.

Smacking his chest you groan in relief as he just keeps laughing at your reaction.

“You couldn’t have possibly thought I would kick you out after this. Y/N, what kind of man do you think I am?” he pretends to be hurt.

“An asshole! That’s what you are!”

“But you want this asshole, right? In your bed.” He leans down and kisses you. “Between your legs.” Another kiss. “All the time. Right?”

“Fuck off,” you mumble, but pull his face down anyway, kissing away your frustration with how much you truly want and how cocky he will be about this for probably the longest time ever.

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#harry #styles #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles smut

[belovedyandere]

Nerdy!yan who doesn't even know why reader talks to them even if its just to get them to do your homework. Acts as if he doesn't get rewarded by getting sucked off by reader everyday after they finish the homework. Not that they needed reader to go through all that troule for them, all he needed was those few second exchanges asking him to do the work is already enough interaction to get off to for a week.

cw. sexual themes, oral, overstimulation, unsolicited photos, yandere themes

your sweet and shy nerdy yandere, such a huge help when it comes to your studies. ever since you first spoke to the quiet boy, your academics have risen greatly. noticing the change, you decided to stay within reach of him. never too close, never too far, just enough to be friendly and slightly touchy with him. but it didn’t matter where you drew the line, it had already been crossed the moment you laid your eyes on him. but don’t worry too much, he’s not as hardcore as the others. but do expect a few photos being taken of you, of every angle. he’s quite docile, content with your daily study sessions together. it’s a stress reliever of sorts. though he is growing slightly worried of when the both of you graduate and what’s to come.

he’s favoured by the teachers for his cooperating nature, in each of his classes he sits at the very top. this is very helpful when it comes to pairings and group assignments, the teachers somehow always putting you both together each time. though whenever the two of you interact, he grows embarrassed and shy, it doesn’t help when you become overlay friendly and physical with him. why bother becoming close with you? you’re both different, he should just stick to studies, stick to his normalcy. but watching you become enthusiastic by his presence does wash away his nerves. although those same nerves come back, flushing his whole body. he feels extra nervous today, today he’s invited you over to his place…he wonders if you’ll do it again. his pants grow tight whenever he thinks about it.

he was teaching you a new topic, this one was going to the half yearly exams so you had to stay focus. but you felt the need to thank him this time, he was so helpful that you had to give him a reward. in the midst of him explaining the formula to you, you had dropped to your knees and had him in your mouth so quick he didn’t know how to react. he would have never imagined this to have happened. he never imagined you would initiate something like this. to him especially. he knew you were using him, but to give him something like this. to have your warm lips that he took photos of take his member so eagerly, to have your pretty innocent eyes stare up at him as you sucked him even harder. this was his first time, he was a sensitive fellow so it led him going into overdrive. he attempted to stop you, speaking incoherent sentences that were filled with stutters, cut off by whimpers and moans, but you insisted he deserved this. surprisingly enough, he had lasted a while before succumbing to an orgasm in your mouth. but he was so sweet to clean you up right after, though there was a silence from him for a few minutes afterwards. you felt guilty, but when you peered closer to apologise, you noticed his face all red and sweaty, you glanced down to see him still lively. but, regaining a semblance of calmness, he continued the study session without mentioning it. his whole perspective of you changed, not in a horrible way, he was in awe. you showed him a new feeling that he had never truly experienced before.

each session after that, you did the same thing, each time he tried to refuse with weak attempts. it seems he has been intoxicated by those sensations. don’t get him wrong, he enjoys just speaking to you, but now you’ve gotten him addicted. beforehand he was satisfied for the week after interacting with you, now it had changed. now he looks forward to seeing you on your knees, keeping your eyes trained on him, having him become a moaning mess as you suck him dry. sometimes you keep going even if he’s ejaculated a few times, his sensitivity increases more than the last. he’s still stuck on level 1 though, so don’t go pushing him to grow more physically, his sensitive body may not be prepared, nor his heart.

#yandere nerd #nerdy yandere #nerdy yandere smut #nerd smut #yandere #yandere smut #belovedyandere oc #gender neutral reader

[vex91]

Son Chaeyoung - Surprise

Pairing: Son Chaeyoung x Female Reader

Fandom: Twice

Requested by: @chimpchard

Request: request a son chaeyoung fic with reader coming home from work all sad because chaeyoung is out on tour and shouldnt be back till 3 days a head but when reader comes home sees chaeyoung sitting on the couch waiting for her

Summary: After a tiring day at work you come home not expecting a surprise from your girlfriend.

A/N: Here you go chimp, collect your woman.

3rd's POV

You were beyond tired. Today seemed to be dragging much longer than usual and the work by your boss only kept piling up, so much that you weren't able to finish it all today and have to do it tomorrow too. You felt and looked terrible but that was nothing new the past few months. Your girlfriend of 2 years Chaeyoung was out touring with her group and as proud of her as you were, it was also really hard without her by your side.

She was your support in your everyday life just as you were hers and without her everything was too much for you.

As you left your workplace you send her a quick text hoping that she would read it as soon as she could and without another thought you went home. The ride home was annoyingly long, especially when all you wanted was to have a shower and go to sleep but the sight you came back to immediately made you change your mind. Chaeyoung was sitting on a couch watching TV not noticing your presence yet as you just stood there looking at her dumbfounded. You were speechless even when she finally noticed you.

"Welcome back love" She smiled at you opening her arms and waiting for you to cuddle up into her which you did. With tears in your eyes you walked into her arms and hugged her tightly as she rubbed your back "I should be the one saying that. What are you doing here?" You looked up at her "Nayeon heard from your coworker that you weren't doing well due to work and stress so I came back earlier than the girls" It melted your heart, she loved her fans so much but no matter what she always made you feel the most important. You were so lucky "Let's go eat something, shower and then watch a movie alright?" You nodded as you let her drag you to the kitchen.

That was the best surprise you'll ever had.

#vex writes #twice x reader #twice reactions #son chaeyoung x reader #son chaeyoung

[opinated-user]

I'm genuinely grateful Lily is too ignorant, too uneducated and too willfully so to know about Central Asians so I don't have to hear her shit takes on my part of the world. The way she talks about East Asians alone is disgusting and the way she talks about black people is undisguised dehumanization. I genuinely wish she wouldn't talk about races other than her own white one because she has such ugly, misinformed, willfully bad-faith takes on other people. It's especially repulsive because she then talks over real people of those races while holding up her black OC as if writing one makes her a great person and makes up for what she's said.

I do have a question I was hoping you could help me with, though. How do we normie, non-YouTubers fight fandom racism? Like, the Lily brand where she won't shut up about white characters, acts like writing a black OC makes you immune from criticism, etc. How do we as normal people amplify black voices (and Southeast and East Asian voices, since she's talked over them) and avoid becoming yet another fan who says they're progressive but don't do anything to help anyone? I want to be part of the solution, not the problem.

fight it when you see it is the very first step. people liking a white character is not a thing that anyone can realistically fight and get any results, but you can pin point the double standard when a POC character is treated harsher, completely ignored or dismissed for no real good reason. i already gave this example, but on the TOH fandom this was exactly what was happening when Camila made Luz promise that the next time she came back she'd stay on the human real. at the time the fandom reacted to this insisting that Camila was a bad mother, borderline abusive even, and Eda (the white woman) was the best and only mother Luz should stay with. LO expecting a black child to get over everything that happened to her and turn into a vengeful violent fighter out of the blue... that's racism, because, and i want to emphasize this, i have never seen her treat any other white protagonist child on the same way. not even steven. she of course hates steven because she thinks he's a sanctimonious perpetual pacifist through which Sugar wants to forgive nazis and abusers, but i don't remember her ever dismissing his emotional responses and keep going at it with the same viciousness she has for Luz. have you noticed too that she never has this same "advice" for Amity regarding her mom, even though she was actually abusive? on the Encanto fandom, when people want to treat the grandma as a monster without a heart and willfully ignore how her actions are based on a trauma response. those are all examples of fandom racism and you need to identify it like it is. if you ask the question "would this people react the same way if this character was white and nothing else changed about them", and the answer is no, then it's necessary to point that out. once you do understand what the issue is and how it perpetuates the same racism in which POC are never enough or have to be extraordinary to receive half of the attention that other characters get, then is when you can pass to other actions which should include: -elevate POC characters and help to their visibility. make fanart for them or share it from other artists, especially POC ones. write for them, have fun with them, enjoy them as the characters they are. -elevate POC voices in fandom. people who write metas about fandom racism already always need new eyes. the biggest mistake of LO about this regard is that she openly admits she stick to only one single black content creator and doesn't look to any other, completely missing the many other POC fans that have been speaking and begging to be listened to for decades, since fandom first was invented. try to diggest what those people are saying and share it, donate to them even if it's possible. -this should be obvious, but just in case... try to inform yourself on regular everyday racism so you're able to call it out when possible. for this, likewise, you'll need to hear and read a lot of different authors. you don't have to agree with all of them right away, but at least try to see what they're sayin and, more importantly, why they're saying it. these are just people. regular and normal people who all want the same dignity, same compassion and same understanding that you or anyone else wants when it comes to talking about something that actually hurt them, not tools to be used or quoted just so you can look "woke" for social clout. respect that experience even if you personally can't understand it. this is also something that LO just tends to forget way too much. -finally... just be kind to yourself while you're learning, because the fact you want to learn does matter and that'll come through.

#lily orchard #tw: misogynoir #tw: racism

[alarrytale]

I kind of don't get all the asks about Harry's outward appearance and fashion choices, especially because Harry is such a strong proponent of clothes having no gender (or representing a certain sexuality for that matter). Maybe he likes to dress up on stage and for events and prefers to feel more comfortable in his everyday life as clothing choices can also be based on sensory needs. Everyone is entitled to their own preferences and feelings about Harry's clothes but it feels like there are a lot of expectations put on him even though he doesn't owe us anything, not dressing more stereotypically queer nor smiling in social settings.

Hi, anon!

Nobody is saying he can't dress how he wants to, not me at least. But the change that we're noticing is pretty drastic. Presenting extremely queer on stage and pretty straight in his off time is sending double signals to the queer community. His change into a more straight presenting look was drastic enough that he was called out for queerbaiting by quite a number of people after the football match. He needs to know how he's presenting to the general public. He's a straight man. It's frowned upon for straight men to appropriate queer culture. When he dress more straight in his time off and his stage outfit is gay as fuck, that makes it seem like he's using it as a costume. It's not okay. As long as Harry remains closeted he can't dress how he wants and switch like that without getting backlash. When he's out he can do whatever he wants without getting backlash.

#i'd love to see harry present straight on stage and queer in his time off #that would silence the queerbaiter accusations at least #harry image #queerbaiting

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

I don't a hundred percent think it's valid to call myself traumatized by the clinical neglect and possible gaslighting I went through since I was a child but also I know denial is a thing tm

When I was young, like really little like seven or so, I was misdiagnosed, so I was given the wrong meds for eleven years that once even interacted with antibiotics and nearly killed me, other kids didn't exactly like hanging out with the kid that talked about going to psychiatrists on the weekly and to a therapist after school, I used to think if I couldn't buy my meds and take them everyday I'd just idk blow up or something, worst of all the incongruence of having the wrong label on me and going through all the shame and ableism without the treatment part made me start gaslighting myself, I never felt suicidal but it was like everyone else expected me to be and somewhere a long the way I was just expecting to die young anyway even if I had anxiety attacks whenever I read about the statistics and never really pictured any way in which it could happen I'd just think of how little people would mourn me and say fuck them I'll be here for as long as I can just to prove them wrong while still expecting to lose some kind of abstract fight that people projected on me

Now I got the right diagnosis and it is such a better fit, the pandemic made it really easy to test with certainty where my brain would go if left by itself and it was stability like I was told I could never attain. Since then I'm happy I'm thriving every self esteem issue I used to have is gone every guilt over expenses I used to feel is gone I have a solid support system and it's been that way for a couple years now

I just see the effects still linger in some small things. I still don't drink when my friends do even if I know it wouldn't actually mess me up that bad, I don't really know how to begin imagining a future past thirty or so for myself and changed career paths already due to it, I never thought I could have any romantic relationships despite wanting to until now and I find myself so scared something will happen to me and I'll die a virgin, people that grew up around me still show up sometimes via mutual friends or social media or attending the same college and I so desperately wish I could explain myself or that they could know me for who I actually am because I'm also curious about them in all honesty but I know in their minds I'm just the poor crazy kid and there's no way to suddenly approach them without reinforcing that, me and my classmates needed the institution to intervene in our class the other day and they sent us directly to a therapist to explain the situation and it wasn't even about me and I wasn't even alone but being there again after so many school counselors office that did the opposite of helping me I couldn't look the guy in the face even when he wasn't an old white dude and actually helped us it still left me unresponsive and jumpy when someone else I barely know got too close and needing to hang on to a friend's arm and I got dizzy and had my thoughts on loop for hours and barely got home being able to properly speak again and I kept shortly saying I was fine and trying to steer away from the others (which I never do) just because attention at that moment would be awful

And I still think it was just me trying to fool myself into making my existence more interesting than it is, like a kid pretending to be a tragic tortured soul, like I was acting out so all my friends there would pity me despite the fact I usually hate being looked at like a fragile little thing that needs help

It's difficult for me to believe the doctor would be stupid to the point of not noticing every atypical factor in matching me to that first diagnosis, the age especially, but also pretty much everything about my personality, he was either fucking arrogant enough to believe he molded me into "one of the good ones" or he did it on purpose because it's easy money when you lie to family so they think they'll have to go to you forever. I moved out of my parents as I cut contact with him and I still remember how invested he seemed in vetoing my decision and insisting that leaving me alone was a terrible idea like he never wanted me to be independent and if we asked I'm sure he'd make it seem perfectly sound and well intentioned

My mom still says I should understand they were doing their best with what they knew, that it's not their fault gender discrimination is a thing that may have weighted in favor of the wrong diagnosis in the past (even if they show no indication of growing out of those views), and wanted to help and worst of all she said that I should be grateful. I don't want to be grateful I want to stay spiteful and never have to talk to someone that looks at me like that again

I'm thinking of changing therapists to one that shares my neurodivergence and understands this stuff, part of me thinks I should work on this repulsion of being a patient and giving someone authority over my mental wellbeing ever again, and another part want to cut the cost entirely, glad to be bitter and dodgy of medical professionals forever as petty as the reason I have for it may be

I mean this in the nicest most genuine way I can but I don't know how I'll feel reading a copy paste you're valid response either It'll probably just reinforce me thinking I'm full of shit and trying to feel special if I had to guess

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry about what you've been through.

I can see how this misdiagnosis has had a huge effect on you, not only your social life but how you feel about yourself. I'm so glad you were eventually able to get the correct diagnosis, that must be so relieving. But of course I can also see how this diagnosis doesn't undo the effects of the misdiagnosis, and how there's still things you're struggling with. Particularly, with growing up not expecting to live long, it may feel unfamiliar or overwhelming to think much farther ahead in your life, or even know what to expect.

I also understand that want to be closer to the people in your life, and to not only feel like you know them on an intimate level but that they can truly know who you are, what you've been through, and how those past experiences shape the person you are today.

I feel that if you believe your friends think you're crazy, then perhaps you deserve some new friends. You deserve friends who are patient and understanding, especially after what you've been through. I can also see how your mom's outlook on the situation is damaging to you, as she seems to be trying to justify things that don't need to be justified.

It makes sense why you may want to change therapists, it can be good to have someone who understands your experiences more personally and can thus answer you from a more accurate angle. But I also understand why you may be hesitant about trying, because you've had negative experiences with medical professionals.

The thing is that trauma is defined not by what happened, but by how you responded to it psychologically. In other words, if you feel traumatized by what happened, then it's trauma. It does matter what happened, but it doesn't determine whether or not you're "allowed" to be traumatized.

I hope I could help. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #tw abuse #tw medical abuse #tw child abuse #tw emotional abuse #trauma details

[reelybadfnafocs]

he's back! it's luke from three years ago! meaning his original concept was posted six (soon to be seven!) years ago... what a ride it has been! i was in elementary school when i made him, and now i've nearly finished my senior year. crazy how life moves without you noticing, hey?anyways, i'm here to just sort of place him down and see what happens. i don't expect anybody to remember him, but it's fun to see how he's progressed through the history of this blog, right?

First of all: YIPPEE WOOHOO I LOVE OLD OCS SEEING THE LIGHT OF DAY!!!

Mod Bright here, and I wanna take a moment to say ohhhh my god I love tracking how your art style's changed and grown since you first submitted! I love the softer lines you seem to be using now, and your coloring style is…ugh absolutely gorgeous.

As for Luke's redesign, ohhhh I'm in love. Though I think the original designs were nothing bad (in fact, I'm still a little fond of the first design, it's got so much charm!) I do really enjoy how nice on the eyes the color palette is here.

I also enjoy how his antennae-thingies have returned to being right over where his ears would be! It's a good place for them. :)

(And his eyelashes…oouogougoguoguo pretty…)

I also like how, aside from the seams in his body, he seems like he could be mistaken for an everyday employee- I think that's a really fun take for his character concept!

alright, so his name is still luke. he is a humanoid masculine-presenting android located in an establishment known as cam and dolly's, a subsidiary of fun!pizza business. his primary role is that of a caretaker; he is stationed in an area of the main cam and dolly's location known as "luke's corner". he is unique to the main building, as other cam and dolly's chain locations lack his special area.

luke's main function is to provide a safe, calm space for people of all ages who may find themselves overwhelmed or upset by the other attractions. he can draw, tell stories, hold intelligent conversations, play (calmly) with toys, and assist with certain arcade machines.

I am sososo glad you kept this concept because I always thought it was very sweet, and definitely plausible for a FNAF fangame or FNAF-inspired story concept!

Not much to say here, since I've already sung my praises about this in my last review, haha. Him being one-of-a-kind, though, while often implied with characters similar to this, is a really nice touch. :)

luke was purchased from an auction by the owner of cam and dolly's two years before the founding of the actual chain itself, as one of approximately thirty androids salvaged from the rubble of an abandoned warehouse after a fire had destroyed it. his original creator is unknown, as all previous branding (nautilus robotics inc) has no existing record as a real company and the recorded owner of the warehouse had been found deceased in their home shortly after the incident. luke, despite the fire, was in relatively good condition and was easily repaired by the owner herself.

THIS IS KIND OF SICK AS HELL. I like this a lot! Super mysterious, explains well why this android is hanging around a kids pizza chain of all places, and has just enough intrigue to keep people guessing! …And enough that you don't have to have all the details ironed out right away, I'm guessing. :P

I like how you've put detail into the actual incident that happened, too! It's nice to have a little more detail to his backstory than last time. Fond of this funny robot :)

I would love to hear more detail in the future, maybe, about the owner and her history/experience...it'd be really interesting, especially, to hear about her skill level with mechanics/programming respectively and/or lack thereof, and how the repair process actually, like, went.

luke is an artificial intelligence and is far more advanced than he lets on, however he is not without his quirks and.. issues. while luke still has an issue in his code preventing him from properly recognizing after-hours staff, his logic and outside reminders will suffice to keep him acting 'normal'. while i've written his story without much of a legitimate gameplay loop in mind (he's definitely more of a story oc than a game oc at this point lol), i do have some ideas for him.

I'd love to hear some more elaboration on exactly how advanced he is and his actual personality (since "more than he lets on" does sort of imply a fun level of sapience) outside of his job! Some detail on his perspective in particular I feel could be really cool.And ohohohoho gameplay loop ideas…these are always fun, even if you don't get to use 'em! Let's see…

if we are working with a traditional fnaf five nights security guard office style, i figure he'd work something like this:

luke becomes active on the first night and remains active all week, increasing in difficulty and aggression as nights go on (of course).

due to a previous incident involving a nightguard at the establishment, luke insists on trying to come to your office to "supervise" you. if he enters the office during this phase, he will be an obstacle to your control panel/camera panel, as well as an auditory distraction as he talks — luring the sound-sensitive dolly to your office faster than normal.

you can send luke back to his corner via commands sent to the receiver on his head. he has to obey these commands, even if he doesn't want to, leaning in to a frustration/aggression mechanic.

This is a really fun concept and really fitting for what you've said about him thus far!

I like the inclusion of a mechanic to send him back to his corner, and having there be consequences for using this mechanic (maybe so you'd have to weigh the benefits of keeping him around for a little longer than you'd like while dealing with other threats?) sounds like it'd add a very fun layer of complexity to nights.

the more times you send luke back to his station, the more frustrated with you he will become, ticking his aggression up with each use. once his aggression surpasses a certain threshold, he will switch into a more hostile mode, becoming more persistent as well as capable of jumpscaring/killing the player instead of just being an obstacle. he will take multiple paths to the office in an attempt to evade your cameras and commands.

Ohohoho…very cool, I like! The commands still working as Luke is en route in hostile mode (presumably only when he's in view on the cameras?) is fun too, feels like a sort of riff on the audio lure mechanics we've seen in the main series and fangames! Very nice.

the best way to deal with luke is to let him get close to the office before sending him back — this minimizes the amount of times you have to use the commands, therefore avoiding triggering his 'hostile mode' for as long as possible.

Naturally. :P

i have no idea if that's good or even playable and i'm also very sorry for the novel of a submission. i just enjoy my funny little guy and think he's quite silly. thank you for reading and thank you for not deleting this blog so this small piece of my own oc history has remained preserved :,,) i hope you have been having as much fun as i have.

NOOOO THIS WAS FUN TO READ AND REVIEW!!! I enjoy your funny little guy also and I'm glad you've submitted him to the blog :) I am also very glad that the blog is still up…though I don't really agree with its original message and haven't for a long time, I think it's an important artifact of internet history, y'know? And, of course, of individual OC history. :P

As for the hypothetical game mechanics, I think Luke's got some interesting ones that are definitely workable for a game!

The thing I've found is that you can't really predict whether something like this'll be too much/unplayable unless you have the full picture of all the cast's mechanics together, and even then some game devs have had it worked out then figured out some overlooked synergy between antagonist characters that makes stuff impossible!

So…don't sweat it too much, unless sweating it is fun for you.

To conclude…Thank you for submitting, and thank you for sticking with us all this time. Luke is a character that was already genuinely solid in concept, and here I'm only seeing more detail and thought in your writing.

I'd love to see where you go from here, if you work on this group of OCs any more!

Good luck in the future! <3

-Mod Bright

#Review #submission #turn around bright eyes

[thotsforvillainrights]

I’ve always wanted a match up! So glad I have notifications on LOL

I’m a 5’4 demisexual female, mixed with curly hair. I’m relatively quiet until you get to know me then I barely shut up. Most of the time I’m saying dumb jokes. I’m always ready for an argument, I will give a verbal lashing to anyone that makes me mad, which is unfortunately kinda easy, but hey at least I’ll have peoples backs in arguments. Plus good luck hurting my feelings, I have thick skin thankfully. My love language is cuddles, random facts, and insults (I swear they come from a good place). I’m down to do anything at anytime, especially if it involves food. I’d prefer a Shie Hassaikai member, but whoever you think works with me! :)

(Okay please bear with me. It’s been like 2 or 3 years since I’ve done one...like since 2019 I think? Let’s see if I still got it!)

Match-Up # I lost count so we’re starting back over at One!

-I match you with Hari Kurono!-

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up  

-I’m going to let you know ahead of time that you might butt heads when you first meet...or maybe you don’t if you can take his jokes without wanting to kill him lol. He’s the type of guy to tease you a lot but when you first met him you didn’t expect it since he was quiet in the corner standing behind your new boss. It was only because he was shy for the first time in his life (and that he was also checking you out.) He notices you’re rather quiet at first as well, so he’s not sure when to try and pursue you. He finds himself hovering near you any chance he gets. You don’t really do front line work for the Hassaikai. You’re more of behind the scenes handling the funds and money alongside Nemoto and Mimic. Usually when they’re out in the fields you’re alone in the office. This is the main time when Hari finds any excuse to come and bother you. He will literally make up a reason to come in the room where you’re at. It’s usually “Overhaul said have those expense reports written up by Tuesday or you’re on probation” or it’s like “Hey can you can you give me change for a few dollars” all while he flicks your pens off your desk or pinches a bit of your hair (which he loves btw). 

-You start to hopefully catch onto his attitude. If you can give it back then he’s way over the moon. If you return it with annoyance or anger then he figures you must not be interested in him and he stops his pursuit. Let’s say you return his playful teasing back to him full force. Well now he’s in your office everyday that even if Nemoto and Mimic are there. Eventually he gathers the courage to ask you out and you should happily accept it. He only tends to get a little worse about his teasing now that he knows you’re dating and he can push the limits a little more. Unfortunately for you, he’s taller than 5′4 so I’m sure you already know your height is the butt of his jokes a lot of times. Be prepared to hear him tease you about it. You’ll have to come up with something way wittier to get him off your ass about it. With all your jokes I’m sure you can come up with something lol. 

-If you’re always ready for an argument then you’re lucky in the relationship since the two of you don’t find yourselves fighting very often with each other. It can tend to get frustrating sometimes when you do fight because he’ll spout off some smart-ass remark and then he’s done arguing. Like he shuts down and doesn’t reply. He doesn’t raise his voice so it’s like you’re fighting with the wall. Lucky for you that he’s a sucker for you and apologizes first though. This being said, your verbal lashing is highly needed in the work area with the others. Putting up with those men on a daily basis really means that you need to have thick skin. This goes especially when talking to Rappa, Mimic, Deidoro, Katsukame, and sometimes if you can get away with it, Overhaul himself! To be honest, the old man Pops let’s you know how needed you are to keep them in their place. He’s also probably the reason Overhaul hadn’t killed you yet when you lashed out at him that one time...

-Hari is pretty in-tune with your love language for the most part. He isn’t the worlds biggest cuddler but he makes the exception for you most of the time. Besides, this goes double when the winter comes around. He’s cold natured so he needs you to be a space heater lol. On top of that, insulting him and teasing him is basically his love language too, so you’re good when it comes to that. As far as random facts he’s not sure where the hell you keep all that information. That’s something that Setsuno and Nemoto is into so you can have good conversations with them. To show you he acknowledges it, he gets you one of those little daily desk calendars with a new random fact printed on it for each day. As far as showing you how else he loves you, being a foodie goes hand in hand. The two of you spend a great deal of date nights going out and exploring new restaurants with each other. Sometimes its good to stay in and order pizza too!

#match up

[geminiamethyst]

Skyline Gang. Chapter 12

Prologue: click HERE

Chapter 11: click HERE

Chapter 13: click HERE

Mimi just suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t focus on anything but the now dried stain on her dress. She wasn’t even sure that The dyes at her station could be strong enough to cover it. And she can’t sew the same yellow over the stain, it would ruin it even more. A horrible memory stirred in her mind. She had made the dress before. It was her masterpiece and personal favourite. Her school was holding auditions for a play and Mimi wanted her shot at it. She had remembered all the lines she needed to and practiced the delivery everyday. On the day of the audition, she put on her favourite dress. She didn’t dress to impress, but she thought that she could try to look presentable. And willingness that she could alter her costumes without bothering the people behind them too much. Not to mention it helped to build her confidence.

She was getting ready and squeeze in some last minute practice until-

“Opps! Oh no! Your dress! Guess I’m going to be picked again Mimi! Just give up! You’re not cut out for this!”

Yes, trying to look and feel fabulous came at a high price.

While Mimi was absorbed with practice, a rival girl suddenly came up and ripped Mimi’s dress. It was ruined to the point that Mimi couldn’t fix it on the spot. By time she had called her mum to bring a change of clothes and got dressed, the auditions were over. It wasn’t the first time that something like that had happened. The same girl kept Mimi from doing an audition by locking her in a classroom or closet, or giving Mimi the wrong information about when and where the auditions were. She even recruited other girls to help. It never got to the point of destroying her clothes.

Anything like this memory would upset anybody. Especially after all the work that Mimi had out in to win this challenge. It didn’t make her upset, however. It actually made her mad. Mad enough to slam her fist onto the workstation. The others flinched back at this, not expecting something so aggressive. It was like a volcano had exploded inside of her. She was fed up of being told that she wasn’t good enough for her dreams to be an actress. And she was fed up of feeling insecure about her looks just because someone else was always told her that she wasn’t good enough for that too.

I might not have won that day, but I’m not backing down now! I’m not losing to a woman that doesn’t know her make up to her shoes!

Mimi straightened her back and took a deep breath. She composed herself, rubbing her hand a little from where she hit it. She looked at the others, noticing how worried they had seemed to be. She gave a small nod, telling them that she was okay. She glared at Dawn. That woman had set everything up. Mimi can’t prove it, but she knew that she was right. Time to trip Dawn up on her own game. The problem was how. Mimi didn’t have time to make a new section on the dress. So she’ll have to try to improvise. She looked at the dress in front of her. Then she turned her head a little. She stared hard at the splatter. Turned her head a little more. Then an idea suddenly came to her head. She immediately reached for the black dye on her station. She flicked through different stencils in the binder before removing the ones that she saw potential in. Her hands worked fast. They were so fast that no one could keep up with what she was doing. All that they could piece together that she saw a way out of her situation.

“She’s back in the game!” Pip cheered, jumping up before giving Candi a high five.

“And the glowing thing?” Sprout pointed out. Everyone else started to see it. Either Mimi didn’t notice or she didn’t want to be distracted but her clothes were glowing. The exact same way that Sprout’s did when he got his new outfit. Even her face and hair (particularly where the dye hit it) were glowing a little.

“That’s what happened to you yesterday, Sprout.” Dude explained, the corners of his lips pulling up into a smile. Sprout ran on the spot before jumping up in excitement. Mimi could hear the exchange but she can’t let herself get too distracted. She was almost done. She was thankful that the dye was fast drying, otherwise she would really be in trouble. As soon as her project was done, she pushed the stencils aside and looked over her work. She gave a satisfied nod. With three minutes left on the clock, Mimi hurried to dress her manikin. The Shadow Man scrambled to do the same. It seemed to have tried to make a dress too, but the stitching and the material was all over the place and started to fall apart. Dawn had to have known that she would lose this challenge too. That’s probably why she tried to have sabotaged Mimi. If neither side got their design done in time, it would end in a draw. And even if Mimi had hers closer to being done, Dawn probably would’ve continued to play unfairly and choose her own minion as the winner.

Mimi smoothed out the dress, beaming with so much pride that she felt like was floating. The dress was in the shape of her old one. It was knee length with short sleeves. The yellow material was light, making it perfect for the summer. The material was also stronger than what her previous one was made of, making it that much harder to rip with just bare hands alone. The only other difference was the detail. On the skirt of the dress were black patterns that melded with the splatter that was meant to sabotage the whole thing. They were intricate and different, but at the same time worked perfectly together. Some parts were made to look like the waves of the oceans, while other parts were made to look like the motion of a breeze. This was something that Mimi would be honoured to take back home.

“Hi, my name is Mimi! And I know you’d like to be me, because I’m fabulous in every way!” She rhymed, stepping back from her masterpiece. Just as she stepped aside, the glowing stopped. She was now wearing yellow dungarees in two different shades. The legs reached her ankles, being open on the outside of her legs. She also wore yellow trainers and a white shirt with a shiny yellow belt. On the front of the dungarees was a yellow star inscribed with Mimi’s name (with star instead of dots for the i’s). Her face was made up with yellow and white eyeshadow and yellow lipstick. Any trace of the black dye that hit her before was all gone. Even her hair was clean of it all.

Dawn gritted her teeth, snarling silently. She disappeared, along with her minion, the workstations, materials and one of the manikins. The only thing that didn’t vanish was the manikin wearing Mimi’s dress.

“Well done, Mimi! You had us worried for a minute there!” Dude cheered as the barrier went down.

“If I’m going to be honest, so was I.” Mimi smiled shakily. She composed herself as she looked at her dress. “But that move only made my dress much more fabulous!”

“You definitely got lucky there!” Pip grinned as the others started to approach the stage a bit more.

“And speaking of fabulous, don’t I like fabulous too?” Mimi continued to boast, giving a twirl. She even glanced down at her shoulder and inspected her hair. “Even that black clothes dye is gone! Good riddance!”

While the small celebrations were happening, Rainbow had plodded around the stage, heading toward the direction of the doors. Sprout got curious and started to follow the canine. He took only a small glance through the glass before he noticed something right away.

“Hey! It’s another ride!” He shouted, jumping up and down whilst pointing towards the doors. No one hesitated in chasing after him as he ran over to them. The chair-o-planes ride was still there, but now it was accompanied by a carousel. Horses were painted elegantly as the gold coloured poles shined brightly from the lights. The centre was painted to have an Edwardian feel with the portrait of a woman and a landscape.

“I loved those when I was a kid…” Mimi suddenly said. Her tone was heavy as cheerful memories came back to her. Her lips turned upward into a small smile. “I’d always pretend that I was a movie star or a princess.”

“Look!” Candi suddenly exclaimed, pointing directly at the front of the ride. Standing there, glowing a soft yellow and transparent was a woman. She was glancing up at the ride, like she was in a daze. She was wearing yellow dungarees, just like Mimi and her golden hair was tied back in a ponytail. It didn’t take long for her to turn around and show her face. She was depressed, but her eyes shined when she saw the audience that she had watching her. Mimi held back her emotions, but her hands were shaking. She knew that she was going to crack very soon.

The woman shed a tear, but smiled gracefully and blew a bittersweet kiss towards the group. Mimi couldn’t help herself as she did the same. The ride powered up, music standing out against the silence. It was the same music from the chair-o-planes ride, but it sounded a little more clearer. Still not enough to distinguish it though. The woman moved gracefully as she stepped on the carousel, sitting on the horse closest to her. She waved at the teenagers, but her eyes were more focused on Mimi. The ride started going around. Just like with the man from before, the woman started to fade into yellow dust, more of her disappearing as she was seen time and time again. The music ceased, and the lights still glowed. The ride stopped, but the woman was gone. She had moved on.

Mimi finally crashed. Her legs buckled under her, sending her to the ground. Dude and Sprout immediately steadied her as she fell, making sure that she didn’t hurt herself. Her body shook as she sobbed. All of her emotions just came onto her all at once. Happiness, sorrow, sadness and fear hit her like a tidal wave. Mimi could feel someone rubbing her back, but was too emotional to register who it was.

“She’s happy, Mimi.” Dude’s voice came through, calms and soothing.

“I know…it’s just that I can’t help it.” Mimi cried, her words croaking a little. As she struggled to take a breath, her back was still being rubbed to help calm her down. However, it didn’t stop her words from spilling out of her mouth. “If she and the previous one are…gone…then the rest are too. Just what happened to them?”

#skyline gang butlins #skyline gang #skyline gang fanfic

[ichisama]

790 words | rating: t | deer!au, established relationship

It wasn't rare for Samatoki to notice someone sneaking a photo of him and Ichiro when they were out together. He could never even be mad about it, really, because he agreed.

They looked damn good together.

Eye-catching, too. Especially when he was in his favorite leather jacket, and Ichiro was in his ceremonial robes.

Ichiro had plenty of casual clothes too. He usually met up with Samatoki in one of his big, comfortable hoodies, which were dwindling in number since Samatoki kept 'accidentally' taking them home with him. But sometimes Samatoki picked Ichiro up straight from a ceremony he was performing in the city, or from the shrine before he'd had a chance to change out of his lovely blue hakama.

They always got the most attention when they went out like that, with Ichiro looking every bit like the Shinto priest that he was. And while Samatoki didn't necessarily love the attention, he did love the way Ichiro looked in his robes.

(He loved the way Ichiro looked in anything, everything, and nothing at all.)

Normally, when he noticed a cell phone camera pointed their way, Samatoki let it go. He'd talked about it with Ichiro once, to make sure Ichiro didn't mind it either; Ichiro didn't, so Samatoki figured there was no reason to care.

It was only when he knew they looked even better than usual that he bothered to call out to their not-so-sneaky photographers.

The first time he did, they were walking off dinner at a seaside park. Samatoki in his leather jacket, with his hair slicked back. Ichiro in his everyday robes.

Samatoki had just stopped for a cigarette break, and Ichiro had dipped a hand into Samatoki's jacket pocket to get his lighter out for him. That was when Samatoki noticed a girl with her phone out, in the corner of his eye.

He could imagine what they looked like. Him with his head bowed, cigarette dangling from his lips, and Ichiro with one hand cupped around the lighter to protect the flickering flame.

It was a sort of moment that would become more and more rare for them. Samatoki already knew he wanted to quit smoking, for Ichiro. He was already starting to cut back.

Maybe that was why having something to remember it by felt all the more important.

"Oi." Samatoki crooked a finger at the girl—just a kid, really—who froze up and looked like she might keel over like one of those little fainting goats when Samatoki abruptly met her gaze. "Come here."

To her credit, the girl did unstick her feet from the ground and sheepishly shuffle closer after a few seconds, phone clutched guiltily in both hands. Samatoki could practically see her quivering with fear, and Ichiro was giving him a confused and faintly disapproving look, so he put her out of her misery as soon as she stopped next to them.

"I'm not mad," Samatoki reassured, before the girl could even finish stammering out an apology. He held his cigarette off to one side and nodded at her phone. "Just let me see."

The girl blinked. She must not have been expecting that. After a moment, she did load up the photo she'd taken and turn the phone screen towards Samatoki.

Ichiro leaned against Samatoki to take a look too.

Just as Samatoki had expected, they looked damn good in that photo. The sun was setting behind them. Ichiro was wearing a soft, fond smile that Samatoki hadn't seen with his head ducked low. The vast difference in their styles of dress made Samatoki realize, all of a sudden, that he totally understood the appeal of cosplay sex.

It was definitely a moment worth remembering.

Samatoki took out his own phone and unlocked it. "Send it to me."

The girl seemed to be in such a daze that she did as told without questioning it one bit. As soon as Samatoki nodded again, uttered a curt 'thanks', and told her she could go, she scurried off like a mouse escaping a trap with its life just barely intact.

Ichiro watched as Samatoki set that photo as his home screen wallpaper, then dropped his head to Samatoki's shoulder to muffle a laugh.

"You know you scared the shit out of that kid?"

Samatoki grinned as he stubbed his cigarette out in his pocket ashtray, no longer all that interested in smoking it. "She gets to keep the picture and tell her friends a fun story. Win-win, I'd say."

Ichiro hummed and didn't disagree. He pressed a kiss to the crook of Samatoki's neck before lifting his head to look at the photo again. A cute, dopey grin soon spread across his face.

"Send it to me too."

#ichisama #deer!au #yakuza samatoki & shinto priest ichiro #established relationship #fluff

[aria-raven]

OC-tober, Day 15: Nourishment

Here’s a little story featuring Isaac and Alistair. @theworldofprompts

Ever since that fateful night when they first met, Isaac knew Alistair would change his life. And he was right, it was completely different now. Nearly every aspect of the life he knew before was turned on its head. Even though he’d expected it, it still took some getting used to. For one thing, having so much more food. Not only was he eating everyday, he could eat multiple times per day.

Alistair didn’t seem to think he was a good cook. He shrugged off Isaac’s compliments. Maybe he truly wasn’t; Isaac didn’t exactly have a lot of people to compare. Regardless, it was better than discarded scraps of food. Certainly better than going hungry. One day, without meaning to, he found himself mentioning this to Alistair. “I like everything you make,” he stated casually. “It’s nice to have someone make food for me instead of having to find it for myself.”

Those words seemed to take Alistair by surprise. He looked at Isaac silently for a moment. It was nighttime, and they were eating a carrot and potato soup that he’d prepared, along with some bread. As the days grew colder, Isaac was especially grateful for warm meals. “I imagine that’s an improvement,” Alistair slowly replied. He leaned back in his chair. “You were so thin when I first saw you. I’m glad you’ve been eating so well, you look much healthier.”

Isaac had noticed he’d gained some weight. Not a lot, but he knew what Alistair meant. His limbs didn’t resemble sticks anymore. There was an odd twisting feeling in his chest, one that he tried to ignore. He didn’t like to think about it, but it was something he couldn’t deny: he couldn’t possibly have lived much longer in that state. It was amazing he’d survived as long as he did. As much as he wanted to thank Alistair for saving his life, he didn’t know how to say it.

“One thing I do have to admit,” Alistair began, startling Isaac out of his thoughts “I’m not used to cooking for two people.” He smiled faintly. “I’m going through food much quicker than usual.”

Even though he knew it wasn’t meant as criticism, Isaac’s tone was somewhat apologetic as he said “Not too quickly, I hope.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem. It’s like I said, I’m just glad you’re eating and growing stronger.” Alistair finished eating his last slice of bread. “You never have to worry about us having enough food, Isaac. I can easily buy more, if we need it. What’s important is that you’re getting enough to eat.”

Isaac didn’t know what to say. That was something else he couldn’t quite wrap his head around. It was strange to know someone was thinking about him. Even when his parents were alive, it was never like this. Isaac didn’t know how to stop feeling that way. He didn’t try to argue, he usually didn’t respond at all. But maybe he shouldn’t think too hard about it. There was plenty of time for him to get used to this. Alistair had made that quite clear.

#My writing #OC-tober

[carlgrimm]

Hi :) would it be alright if I could get headcannons for Bruno with a physically affectionate S/O? So somone who loves to cuddle, nurture him, and do nice little things for him. Thank you so much in advance 💖

Of course! So glad I made myself finish the atla ask so I could get into the encanto asks cause Bruno <33

also did not expect this to be as long as it was but I got carried away

Bruno met you when he was young, you used to hang out with him by the fountain and would watch and wait while he did prophecies

Even from a young age he was sticking with you, he wasn't given much of a choice, you basically chose him and refused to find a new friend

He expected that to change when people started to say rude things about his prophecy, but you never did

it was like you became even more affectionate, maybe you became more affectionate to make up for the affection he wasn't getting now

or maybe it was his mind playing tricks on him that made it seem like you were

he didnt mind though, you were always there

even when you were both getting older, you still made time for him, even letting him spend time at the bakery you worked at to get away from his family

you were a regular around the Madrigal house, helping Pepa and Julieta with the babies

Bruno wasnt even sure how you balanced everything, no matter what you had to do you always made time for him

even when Abuela tried to tell you he was trouble, and that he never cared about anyone but himself, you stuck by him, happily

the kids loved you, you'd always bring around any spare pastries and breads from your job for them

it was hard for both of you when Bruno ran away, especially Bruno

he didnt know how to handle the lack of affection now

he missed the hugs you'd give him, the way you'd sneak up on him to hug him from behind, how Dolores wouldn't tell him where you were so you could suprise him

he missed the small touches, how your hands would brush eachothers, how you would link pinkys, the small hair touches, like how you'd ruffle his hair while laughing or how you'd brush your fingers through his hair when he was especially upset

how you'd rub his palm, or back when hugging if Abuela had upset him, letting him cry into the nook of your neck while whispering that it was okay and it wasn't his fault people didn't understand him softly into his ear

he was sure thats where Dolores picked it up from, you said it enough, and your dislike towards Abuela wasn't exactly hidden properly

but it hurt him more when he saw how it affected you

you weren't as happy anymore, Pepa and Julieta were the first to notice, as much as Pepa didn't want to be concerned because of her grudge with Bruno, she couldn't help it, you were like a sibling to her

the kids picked up on it quite quickly too

he noticed everyday that Isabela would give you a bouquet everyday, a mix of yours and his favourite flowers, he was surprised you remembered for so long

he especially noticed that you kept time glasses on you, a necklace with a metal timeglass on it in a green crystal of sorts, you had embroidered it on your white shirt

when he came back he ran to you before the rest of his family, yes he missed them but he lived with them, he'd always have the time to catch up

both of you cried, it took a bit for them to pull you two apart

he couldn't help but kiss you right there, it had been 10 years without you and you didn't even know he had really been there the whole time

and the other kids had probably seen people kissing before, Pepa and Felix were right there anyway

he wasn't even sure if he was allowed to, but he moved you into his room not long after the house was remade

you seemed even more affectionate when he came back, constantly doing any work or chores he needed to do, making him food, anything you could

#x male reader #dom male reader #top male reader #bruno x male reader #bruno #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal #encanto x male reader #encanto x reader #disney encanto #encanto #gender neutral reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader

[reniboo]

could you do hcs with bakugo having a bimbo/himbo s/o? <3

HIMBOS AND BIMBOS ALIKE, katsuki bakugo

NOTE; i actually love this idea, and i hope i’ve done your request justice! thank you so much for sending this ask in <3

SYNOPSIS; Katsuki Bakugo might come across as loud mouthed, rude, or even down right mean, but even he can’t help to admit that his himbo/bimbo significant other is simply perfect.

WARNINGS; none!

WC; 1k

whether you're a himbo or a bimbo, Katsuki probably thinks you're the most annoying person he's ever met for a while, sorry.

like everyone else, i think it makes the most sense for you two to have met in UA, where you've obviously made quick friends with Kirishima and Kaminari, because what's two himbos without their third and final himbo/bimbo.

and from this, Bakugo is soon roped into your little group of adorable idiots as the fourth, who's forced to deal with all the shit your trio causes.

mainly because of the one braincell that is shared between you, Kaminari and Kirishima.

it doesn't come as a surprise that he gets angry with you frequently. the boy always has something to be shouting about, especially since he's stuck with the 'trio of idiots' all day everyday.

but when Bakugo starts to settle down, and he's feeling more comfortable in the group he's been made to hang out with, the annoyance towards you turns into adoration, and quickly.

it simply just happened one day.

the angry pomeranian went from straight yelling in your face, probably because you dropped something and it smashed while messing about with Denki in the communal kitchen area, to watching the way your lips pulled into a cute pout, head bent just slightly to the left as you watched him.

his shouts go from echoing across the walls to nothing above a whisper.

but he doesn't allow the change in his tone to be noticeable to others. saying something like, "you know what, i don't care." and walks away with his hands in the air.

from then on, the change in Bakugo's attitude towards you is very noticeable, especially to your other two himbo friends.

Kirishima won't say anything about it, he likes to keep his jokes in his head, where he's ninety-five percent sure Katsuki won't hear him. however, Denki simply will not shut up about it.

he's always complaining about how they get reprimanded for doing something, but you don't.

they use it against Bakugo by doing something, but blaming it on you so that no one gets shouted at.

yeah, he definitely has favorites.

when the two of you eventually get together, and i say eventually because it probably takes you a little bit longer than normal to fully get the hints he sends your way.

oh my god. he's obsessed.

its like an entirely new side of him that you've never seen before. he laughs at the silly jokes you make, he helps you study when you need help with a subject you aren't well-versed in, and he will go ballistic if any of your classmates have the balls to call you dumb or stupid, because those are his names for you and he doesn't want anyone else making fun of you.

and he absolutely loves the himbo/bimbo body that you have.

i really do think that Katsuki's significant other should be a himbo/bimbo, because it would be like a cold splash of water on a hot day for him, the mellow to his hot-headedness, and to be honest, he really needs someone to just wind down with.

someone who isn't expecting him to be this amazingly smart, incredibly strong number one hero, because the only thing you want out of him is to chill out and be happy with you.

onto some more relationship headcanons!

he's definitely the big spoon most nights, but if he's had a bad day, or he's really really tired from training, then he wants nothing more than to be wrapped up in your arms while you talk on and on about the random shit you and Kirishima did, or the stupid prank you and Denki pulled on Momo.

it's the only time he ever truly relaxes.

Bakugo also does like to take part when you Kirishima and Kaminari hang out, because despite what he'd say to anyone else, he really does love his friends and he wants to spend time with them outside of hero training or school hours.

although, for the most part, he does kind of just sit on the sidelines of whatever you three are doing and make loud comments about one of you.

going back to what i said before, Bakugo is so overprotective of you, but in an endearing way.

like, yeah, he can make a joke about you being dumb, stupid or an idiot, because he's joking and you know that. he would never say something like that to you. but when someone else does it?

jeez, they must have a death wish.

sure, you might not be the smartest cookie in the jar, but that doesn't make you an idiot because you know so much about other things.

intelligence isn't just based off one grade on a piece of paper.

and this boy will honest to god defend you in every way when someone does call you stupid.

he has enough proof in the talks you have at night, where the two of you are laying in bed, side by side with a blanket pulled over your legs and one pillow to share between the both of you.

he's twiddling with your fingers, running his palm over the deep lines in your knuckles and the soft skin of your wrists while you babble on about something you read about online, or a documentary you ended up watching.

he's happy to listen to it all, whether it's a new cooking recipe you'll say the two of you should try, but in reality never happens, or the quite gruesome details you heard about in a murder case video you were watching.

it really doesn't matter what you say to him, because he's happy to let you sit and talk yourself to sleep in his arms.

and if you're ever feeling insecure, whether it be about your brains or your body. he's there, and he's going to list off every little thing he likes about you, which might take a few hours.

because he loves his little himbo/bimbo.

#mha #mha x reader #mha imagines #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x y/n #himbo alert #bimbo goals #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia

[wormstacheangel]

When Dean finally rescued Cas from the empty, he expected a happy reunion. He envisioned a strong hug like the first time he had escaped. He expected a long-awaited kiss and repeated confessions that weren’t said with sorrow or heartache. He expected to find the same Cas that was taken, but that would have been too easy.

Cas was left awake, alone, and in complete darkness for months on end.

So when Dean went into the empty, ready to wake up the love of his life, he found Cas curled in on himself—staring blankly out into the void of nothingness. He whispered something so softly and quickly that Dean couldn’t pick up on the actual words, but it sounded familiar. Almost like he was humming a song.

Dean tried to get him to stand up on his own, but he quickly realized that Cas wasn’t even looking at him. His gaze was distant, seeing something Dean can’t even imagine. He then noticed the white film over his eyes dimmed the once bright blue.

His fingertips gently traced over the skin he had only dreamt of touching for months before he took a deep, shaky breath to steady himself. With that slight pause, Dean used whatever desperate strength he had and dragged Cas back to the portal.

Back home.

As they got closer, the light of the portal seemed to startle Cas, and he started to shove Dean away. Dean had to put Cas down so he could take his green jacket off and place it over Cas’s head to calm him before he slowly continued to walk through the portal and into the bunker’s library where Jack, Rowena, Eileen, and Sam were waiting for them.

When they walked through, Dean quickly shushed them as he fell to his knees with Cas still in his arms, hidden under the jacket, and covering his ears at the sudden loud voices surrounding them.

Dean looked around at his family, all sharing the same worried glances knowing they were on the same page. Cas’s welcome home party would be pushed back until further notice.

Cas didn’t cry. His expression didn’t change much at all. All Cas did was sit or lay on Dean’s bed with the lights off. All but the desk light. It was an old lightbulb, so the light wasn’t a bright white like the rest of the place. Instead, it illuminated a soft golden glow against the wall.

Cas squinted at it at first, blinking so inhumanly at it, until all Cas did was stare at it. Whenever Dean made any move to turn it off or even just get near the lamp, Cas made a little whine at the back of his throat.

Little noises were the most Dean can get out of Cas. At least it brought him a little relief. It meant Cas could see him at that moment.

Cas still did that rapid talking or singing whenever it was a little bit too quiet. It made Dean wonder if Cas knew he was out of the Empty. Especially during those times when he would stare right past him, unblinking with cold eyes.

It was only the end of the second week when Dean broke down.

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He didn’t mean to. He was trying so damn hard to keep it together, especially in front of Cas, but one night he just lost it. He can blame the lack of booze in his system, or as he wants, he can blame Sam, who came up to him about a stupid case. It pissed him off more than it should have. The fact that Sam even believed for a second that he would leave the bunker while Cas was like-well the way he was, just gave him enough of an excuse to raise his voice at someone.

Eileen had to step in and tell him to cool off.

Dean stormed off without a glance back and went to his room. He changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed beside Cas. He laid on his stomach as he wrapped one arm over the top of Cas’s waist, scooting close enough so that he could rest his head on Cas’s shoulder. He then opened his mouth to wish him goodnight just like every night, but something in Dean just broke.

He felt the pressure rise up his throat as he tried to hide his face into the familiar body beside him, but the sob still came.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry it took me so long to go get you. Fuck, Cas, please.” Dean took a shaky breath, sniffling as he reached to hold Cas’s hand closer to him. “We missed- I...I missed you. I missed you so much, Cas.” Dean brought Cas’s hand up to his lips and kissed the knuckles before letting the hand rest by his head. His eyes closed as he sighs, “I love you. So come back to me, okay?"

The only response Dean got was a squeeze of the hand, which was enough hope for the future, and more than Dean could have ever asked for at that moment.

As the days went on, Cas didn’t change. Literally and figuratively. He was still an angel, so there was no need for him to shower or brush his teeth, but Dean swore that Cas’s facial hair was growing, so he liked shaving him at least once a week. Cas seemed to like it by the humming noise he made.

They did learn a couple of things as the days went on.

One, peace and quiet are not what they strive for.

It only brought Cas anxiety, and his humming or singing became much louder and more desperate. They fixed that problem with a Bluetooth speaker constantly playing music in the background, a playlist Jack made mixed in with a playlist Jack helped Dean make. It made the humming stop, and Cas started to roll over in bed. He even sat back against the headboard with his eyes closed a few times.

A month after Cas got back, Dean's phone died in the middle of the night, and the silence must have gotten to him. He covered his ears while he started muttering to himself again. Dean woke up and pulled Cas to his chest while softly sing to him in his still half-asleep phase. He didn’t know why that was his first instinct, but he went along with it cause it started to calm Cas down. Then, Cas held him back for the first time—tucking his head right under Dean's jaw and relaxing.

Dean tried not to stiffen at the touch; if he were honest with himself, he would admit he was trying not to cry because he was busy singing. Busy, not wanting to disrupt this moment.

That night Dean sang all night long until Jack checked on them in the early hours and connected his phone.

Two, always have a light source on.

The lamp was the first one they had. Cas constantly wanted it on, but it bothered Dean all the time when he wanted to sleep. So they bought a cool starlight projector, Sam’s idea, that kept the light on the cement ceiling and not on Dean’s face. Cas seemed to enjoy it as he laid on his back, watching it all night, letting Dean curl up on his side as he slept through the night.

Three, never leave Cas alone.

Nobody wanted to leave Cas alone for more than a minute if they could help it. So they made plans to keep him company at all hours of the day. Of course, they weren’t crowding him. They all came in one by one, except for Dean, who would say, “This is my room. I get to come and go as I damn well please.”

Sam liked to sit by Cas's side and talk nerd like they usually would while cleaning his guns or doing research to help another hunter. He would even pause during the one-way conversation to give Cas some time to answer or try to imagine what Cas would say in that situation. Sam was always calm, wanting to keep it as normal as possible while Cas just stared at him, sometimes his eyebrows knitted together, and Dean had to excuse himself as he felt his chest tighten up.

Eileen sat by his side and watched shows she liked while she talked to Cas out loud and signed so he could hear her voice. Even then, she didn’t talk much. Instead, she let the laptop do the talking as she pets Cas’s hair while sitting on the chair by the bed.

Jack came in the most next to Dean. He liked reading to him or talking about how his skills as the new God have improved thanks to Amara.

"Dad, I hope you'll be proud of me." Jack once whispered to Cas, who was having a bad day, checking out more than usual as he stared off into the distance. Eyes wide and almost screaming.

It was almost the end of the second month when another big mile-stone happened.

Jack was lying in bed with Cas while Dean was at his desk, cleaning his guns obsessively again. Jack was reading him a book he bought during his recent trip to the bookstore with Eileen, it was a Star Wars story.

Jack was getting into the book as he read slower but louder during a big fight scene. He got so excited that he even jumped up and looked back at Cas, "Did you hear that, Dad? He won!"

Cas smiled back at him- a genuine smile- and Dean almost dropped the piece of metal in his hand while Jack froze, his shoulders tightening up while he scrunched up his lips as if trying to hold back his cry.

Instead, he quietly composed himself as he asked in a shaky voice, "You want me to read the rest?"

Cas only blinked at him, keeping the slight smile, and Jack took it as a yes. Jack sat beside him again with a big smile plastered on his face, wiping his eyes every other word, as he rested his head on Cas's shoulder to continue reading. Dean didn’t miss when Cas tilted his head down to rest his cheek on Jack’s hair.

He had to excuse himself again.

After that day, Cas slowly started to open up a little more.

Once Dean woke up with Cas out of bed. Dean was already in full panic mode, his shoes on the wrong feet and jacket inside out as he called out for Sam.

Then just as quick as the panic came, relief flooded him when he found Cas in the kitchen trying to make coffee. He turned towards Dean and gave him the smallest of smiles, but it filled Dean with such solace that he just dragged himself to Cas’s space. Dean held his arms open to press Cas into him, and without a second thought, Cas fell right into him as if it was an everyday normal occurrence.

That was the start of Cas now being up and around the bunker. It was like when a baby starts crawling, everyone keeping tabs on the baby’s first steps, except this baby was an eon old celestial being.

The library, Dean’s room, the Dean-cave, and the kitchen were Cas’s favorite places just to sit. He always had Dean’s headphones on, softly playing music, just in case it went quiet, and it took a while for him to be able to walk around without those.

It was the sixth month when Cas wished Dean a goodnight first and then added, “I love you, Dean.”

Dean fought the lump in his throat, but Cas instantly pulled him in, his arms wrapped securely around him. He had so much he wanted to say to Cas just to hear his voice again, anything to listen to his voice again, but instead, he kisses Cas’s chest before saying, “I love you, too.”

Days came and went. Sometimes it seemed like Cas was getting better as he talked a little more, but then those days would come when he would just stare off into the stars on their ceiling. Not moving an inch or bothering to fake breath like he liked. Those days the music was a little louder, and Cas held on to Dean a little tighter.

“I don’t want to go back. Please,” Cas pleaded as he stared wide-eyed at the darkness in the corner of their room. As if he was having a nightmare with his eyes wide open. “Please don’t make me…I-I don’t want to be in the dark again!”

Dean took Cas’s face in between his hands to hold his gaze. Only talking when he knew Cas was seeing him. “It’s okay, Cas. I got you. Nobody’s taking you away from me ever again.”

“Promise?” Dean felt Cas’s grip at his shoulder, holding him with desperation.

“Promise.”

That’s how Cas became human.

The nightmares have him waking up screaming some days, but at least Cas knew he was safe from the Empty’s clutches.

He was going to live his human life being loved and taken care of, and Dean was happy to say he felt Cas was doing the same for him.

#i am reposting this fic i wrote in October cause i didn't realize all my suptober fics are kinda gone #and i really liked this one so here you go #i edited just a little but not a lot so sorry about mistakes if beta's wanna beta with me that would be dope #destiel #wormstachewrites #my writing #fic #deancas #destiel fic #dean saves cas from the empty #selective mutism castiel #cas deal with the trauma of the empty #castiel is scared of the dark #dean #cas

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

With Very affectionate hellhound S/o

Loona

Loona was never the most affectionate person.

It's kind of hard to be when your two main emotions were annoyance and contempt for just about everything around her.

But you, you were this super cheerful person, the kind that loved hugs and weren't scared to tell you how they feel.

The kind she usually hated.

She had no idea how you ended up together, and she'd never admit it, but she loved your relationship.

You had such a way of lighting up the world around you, making the usually gloomy hell just that more bareable. That being just one of the reasons she loved about you.

You were always so affectionate. Always touching her in one way or another. Hugs, hand holding, you especially loved it when she pet you.

Speaking of pets, you were almost scarily similar to the pet dogs shed found in the living world.

Something she would say was degrading, if not for just how adorable it all was.

You, with your energetic and affectionate nature, were very popular with both Blitzø and the others at I.M.P

Blitz, being his usual childish nature, absolutely loved you, often hugging or petting you if Loona wasn't in the mood to put up with him.

Millie was pretty much the same, often embracing your affectionate nature. Hugs and petting you, telling you you were a good boy.

Despite her usually cold deminer, Loona was highly protective of you. She hated when others spent time with you without her, often getting very jealous if she found you enjoying the attention from someone other then her.

Despite her usually cold demeanour when you were alone Loona became far more open. She loves to curl up with you on the couch, just holding you close as you just stay close.

She would confide in you, the two of you forming a deep bond as she confided all her insecurities and problems with you.

Octavia

Your relationship with Octavia began at a very young age, you having been a servant within the Goetia Palace.

As Octavia entered her teens, between the new royal duties and expectations now placed apon her, it was only natural the young lady would developed some serious anxiety.

The poor girl had difficulty doing just about anything to do with her royal Status, the Owlet almost constantly being filled with anxiety.

You had been a servant of the house, your affection nature being stifled by your official duties.

That changed however, one day when you came across the young lady as she was having a particularly bad panic attack. You were unsure of what to do.

Should you help her, or should you be getting someone, you had no idea what to do, so you did the only thing you could think to.

You wrapped the poor girl into a hug.

Between your fuzzy exterior and your warm embrace, the young lady found herself, for the first time calming down without her parents.

After that Octavia shyly thanked you, giving you another quick hug she ran off.

After that first meeting Octavia found herself seeking you out almost every day, asking to hold you close as to calm her down.

This happened almost everyday, Octavia finding you and asking you to hold her close.

These little meeting would last anywhere from 20 minutes to 3 hours at a time.

Whenever you'd try to leave, the poor girl would practically beg you to stay.

Each time you knew youd get into trouble for neglecting your duties, but you just couldn't leave the girl, not when she needed you.

Your negligence towards your duties got so bad you were to be punished, and in a Noble house, punishments were harsh.

Octavia, hearing this, rushed to your side, saving you from your rather grizzly fate.

The young Owlet defended you, confessing it was her fault you were always away from your duties.

She confessed you were the reason she hadn't been so anxious lately, you only neglected your duties because you were helping her.

Stolas had noticed a positive change in his daughter, as such he believed his daughter.

Dismissing your punishment, he thanked you for your helping his daughter, and as it was undeniable your presence helped his daughter, he decided to make you her official... therapy Hellhound.

It was now your duty to stay by her side and help her stay nice and calm.

Now with your new found position, you had no restrictions on how affectionate you could be.

Hugs, nuzzling, little boops on the nose. You were constantly showing your affection for the girl, helping her stay calm and keeping her mind off her duties.

You quickly became the girl's most trusted friend, as rarely ever left her side, you were privy to the more intimate details of the both Octavia's and the Goetia families day to day lives.

Eventually you found yourself housed in the palace itself. Due to Stella's intervention, you wouldn't be allowed to sleep in the same room as Octavia, but you also couldn't be to far from the girl incase the she needed your attention.

So, you were given a room adjourned to her own, a single wooden door separated you.

Your room was noticeably smaller then Octavias, but you didn't care, you were there for Octavia, so it would do.

Of course a simple door didn't stop her from sneaking into your room at night and curlingling up with you in bed.

You pulled back on the affection whenever her mother was around, it was public knowledge Stella hadn't a kind word for any hellbornes.

Though despite your lower status, your effects on there daughter was undeniable. As since you came along Octavia had rarely had a panic attack, and was noticeably more confident in her new tasks.

Over the years your relationship grew very intimate, your affection for each other led to you developing feelings for each other. It wasn't long until you became a proper couple.

While you had kept it secret, Stolas quickly discovered your relationship, the demonic Prince was delighted.

Unlike his spouse, Stolas never caring who his daughter ended up with, so long as she was happy, he was happy.

With his blessing your relationship only grew deeper, your affection for each other growing.

PDA became very common, you were always holding her close or cupping her hand in your own, she said she hated it, but she really loved when you nuzzled her.

Your life together was idealic, the girls anxiety dissipating over the years.

When her father cheated however, your work load sky-rocketed.

You were needed almost every moment of everyday. Her parents constant fighting lead to her Anxieties coming back with a vengeance.

You were constantly comforting her, reminding her just how much you loved her, reminding her you weren't going anywhere.

Needless to say the whole ordeal soured your opinion of Stolas. You once respected the the man as a dedicated family man, but now you spent most of your time together doing your best to mediate between him and his daughter.

Loo Loo land was a bit different, with you there to keep her calm.

But she would still have her spat with her father. You decided to allow them to have there moment, deciding it was needed for better or worse.

Luckily it was better.

Life wasn't perfect afterwards, but her relationship with her father had healed ever so slightly. And you were always there for her, always there to help.

Charlie

Needless to say Charlie was an anomaly in hell. No one had ever expected the daughter of Lucifer, the king of all demons, to be so genuinely pure.

And even despite being the daughter of Lucifer, her cheerful and genuinely holesome nature assure she was ostracised by the more traditionaly demonic aspects of both the nobility and hellspawn.

And when she started talking about a rainbow in every demon, and redemption, everyone seemed to tune her out, only ever paying her any mind due to her status as Princess.

No one took her ideas seriously, no one ever listened to her or believed her ideas could work.

Except you.

You, this fluffy little Hellhound.

You didn't know if you believed in all that redemption stuff, but you knew demons could be better, and you knew if anyone could do it, it was her. You believed in her.

Needless to say you became her partner in crime, the two of you becoming very close.

Your somewhat childish nature would play off each other like dry grass and fire.

You helping her try to help the residents of hell, often times failing miserably, or nearly getting both of you killed.

Despite her usually chiper and excited attitude towards life, when faced with near constant failure, she would spiral into depression.

You, being her steadfast companion would do your best to be there for her.

You would try to cheer her up, but sometimes you let her be sad. Sometimes people needed to be sad, and there's nothing wrong with that. But you always, always made sure she knew you were there, always staying close and letting her know how much you cared about her.

With such attention, she would fall for you first. The young princess falling for you, as you were the only person to ever really care for her, to truly believe in her.

Charlie being Charlie, absolutely LOVED your affectionate nature.

The young demon always eager to embrace you, holding you close as you curled up at night together.

She also loves petting you, whenever she needs a little pick me up, she'll often find you both somewhere to sit, letting you lay across her lap and spending the next hour or two petting your fluffy pelt. Telling you just how much she loved you.

You were a major supporter of her Hotel, Naturally. You doing your very best to support her in any way you could.

Before the whole Angel turf war incident, you found the Spider demon entertaining, his constant flirty energy going clean over your head.

Needless to say, when he humiliated the hotel, on live TV, you no longer found Angel funny anymore.

On the other hand, you be far more welcoming of Alastor then Vaggie was, being far more akin to Charlie's philosophy.

Life at the Hotel would be both weird, and wacky.

Charlie often having to scare Angel off when he tried to take advantage of your affectionate nature.

You had a typical cat and dog relationship with Husk, you not understanding why the big cat was so grump.

In polar opposite to Vaggie, Alastor would really like you, with your polite and cheerful manner he found your company refreshing.

But as wacky as life was at the Motel, you were with Charlie and that's all that mattered.

#hazbin hotel #headcanon #x reader #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin headcanons #helluva boss headcanon #helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #helluva octavia #octavia #helluva loona #loona #hazbin charlie #Charlie