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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Chibs with a reader around the same age as Juice and they do it on Chibs’s bike at the club house thinking nobody is there but they get caught by a few of the members

Teach Me How to Ride.

Synopsis - Chibs is teaching you how to ride (in more ways than one).

Pairing - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. age gap.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1k

Author's Note - thank you SO much for this request, anon. it made me feral. that old man owns me and i'm not sorry about it. always open to SOA and chibs requests. <3

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"Any weekend plans, darlin'?"

You smile at the blonde man sat on the other side of the bar you're wiping down.

"Nothing too exciting. I think I'm gonna try and get out on my bike."

His brows raise in curiosity.

"You have a bike now?"

"Yeah. Chibs is teaching me how to ride."

"I bet he is."

You roll your eyes at the snickers that come from the other guys who are dotted around the room.

"Real mature, Jax."

"Is he charging you for these lessons, or are you paying him in other ways?"

You put down your cloth and look up.

"I'll jump over this bar and beat your ass right now, Tig. Don't think I won't."

They all laugh, and you can't help but chuckle along with them. You know they mean well. They'd do anything for you, in a heartbeat.

Eventually, the sun sets, and all of the guys make their way home. You've been restocking the bar, not minding staying a little later if it means you get the job done.

You're crouched down filling the fridge when you hear a familiar Scottish accent echo though the clubhouse.

"You still here, sweetheart?"

You stand up and smile at him, grinning wider when he reciprocates.

"Still here. Trying to get my shit done."

"That's my girl. Always working ten times harder than the rest of us."

You laugh, throwing him a beer.

"You're here late. How did the run go?"

"All good, nothing to worry about," he winks.

You think back to Jax's comment earlier, and decide you've had enough of avoiding the truth. You want answers. You also just kind of want to know what he'll say.

"Why does everyone think we're fucking?"

Chibs practically chokes on his drink, taken aback by your sudden brashness.

"What?"

"You heard me."

He takes a moment to process, before a slow smile etches itself onto his face.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Just something Jax said earlier."

"Ignore that bastard. He doesn't think before he speaks."

You chuckle in agreement, finishing up your jobs for the day.

"You wan' a ride home?"

You nod gratefully, making sure to lock up before walking over to where Chibs is leaning against his bike. He's parked by the door, under the shelter, obscured from the yard. He slips a helmet onto your head, before standing in front of you to do up the buckle. His rough fingertips slide under your chin, clasping the straps in place. He swipes a thumb over your bottom lip gently, eyes never leaving your face.

"You're too good for me," he murmurs. "Pretty young thing like you."

"Everyone already thinks we're fucking anyway," you whisper, smirk on your face.

He chuckles lowly, before leaning in to capture your lips with his. He kisses you with need, unbuckling the helmet he just put on you and dropping it to the ground. He's grabbing at you - your hips, your ass, anywhere he can find. You've got your hands tangled in his hair, yanking roughly when he bites your lip.

The two of you waste no time. Chibs is shrugging his jacket off while unbuttoning your pants, pulling them down. You're fumbling with his belt, undoing his jeans with shaky hands. You're both high on adrenaline, desperate to feel the other person. He smashes his lips back to yours and you groan, reveling in the way he tastes like smoke and peppermint.

Chibs grabs your hips and walks you backwards, twirling you around so you're bent over his bike. You can't help but laugh, remembering what Jax had said.

"What?" he chuckles into your ear, hot and heavy against your back.

"Nothing," you giggle. "I'll tell you later. You gonna fuck me, old man, or just stand there?"

He growls under his breath and smacks your ass as punishment, smirking when you whine.

"You gonna ask me nicely, sweetheart?"

At this point, you're not above begging. Besides, you know it'll do wonders for his ego, and you don't entirely mind that.

"Please, Chibs," you whinge. "Waited so long for this."

"Oh, ya have?" he coos. "Better not keep you waitin' then."

In one smooth thrust he slides home, both of you groaning in unison. He plants a hand on the back of your neck, the other with a firm grip on your hip, providing him with leverage. He sets a steady, even pace, careful not to knock the bike over.

He tilts his hips upwards a little and you keen, seeing stars.

"Right there? Yeah? That's it, isn't it?"

You only nod in response, holding onto the motorcycle for dear life. You trust him, though. You know he won't let you fall.

"Fuck, darlin'. You feel so good."

"So close," you choke out.

"I know, I know. Can feel you squeezin' me. Come on, that's it. Good girl."

The lilt of his accent combined with the glide of his hips is lethal, sending you over the edge in no time. You see stars, heart racing and mind blank.

Your undoing is also Chibs'. He groans as he finds his release, leaning over to rest his head between your shoulders. You're both panting, chests heaving as you recover.

After a moment, the bike groans, and you both jump up, laughing as you do it. You're redressing, Chibs stealing kisses from you, when you hear a voice cut through the darkness.

"Well, shit. I was only kidding earlier."

You can hear Jax's teasing drawl before he comes into view, cocky smirk drawn across his face.

You groan as Chibs rolls his eyes and throws his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. Both of you know you're not going to hear the end of this for a long time.

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Pairing : Yandere!Yang Jeongin x F!Reader TW : jeongin redemption sort of but at what cost? ; mention of readers s**c*d* attempt ; reader depression ; Jeongin doing his best ; it's still really angsty ; reader has very valid trust issues ; fluff ending though because Jeongin never gets any fluff ; Word Count : 3.1K Request : @slayhyunjin @neteyamsmate4life and the one anon who was in my inbox... Part 2 for Pins and Needles!! A/N : THIS ONE TOOK A TURN FOR THE BETTER! YAYYYY!!!

“Good morning, beautiful…” Jeongin whispered, his words slightly slurred by his yawn as he stretched his arms above his head. “You’re making breakfast?” He questioned, walking over to where you stood at the stove, trying not to pay too much attention to the way you flinched away from him, your movements went from fluid to almost robotic. “Did you sleep well?” 

“Do you care?” You mumbled back, taking a shaky breath as you flipped the omelet in the pan. Jeongin couldn’t help but appreciate just how perfectly you did it too, there was no residue on the side, none had splattered over the edge, you had gotten it to land right in the center. “Please don’t pretend just because you found me like that. It’s the first time and the last time I’d let you see me that way.” 

“I hope it was the first and the last time you’d try to do something like that in general.” He snipped, but immediately clenched his teeth. You were annoyed with him, and reflecting on the way he had been made it very clear that he deserved everything you might want to do or say to him. “I do care though… I want you to sleep well… A good sleep is important for your health.” 

You rolled your eyes, grabbing a plate from the cabinet and sliding the omelet to the center before placing the bacon on the side. “You can eat now.” You said flatly, setting the plate down at his spot and then grabbing his drink. “I’m gonna take a shower and-” 

“D-Don’t… Don’t lock the door…” He blurted out as his eyes widened, his fork inches brom his mouth but the food falling off of it and back onto the plate. “Please… Just in case you need me for anything… I can come in and help you.” He rambled, and your eyes shut as you shook your head. 

“God, would you just stop.” You sounded so tired when you said it, your hands slipping into the pockets of the hoodie you were wearing. When your eyes opened once more, you were glaring at him and it pissed him off to be honest. He was trying his best and you were just pushing him aside. How was he supposed to be better for you when everything he did seemed to piss you off? 

“Stop what? What am I supposed to do? I’m trying to change and that’s not good enough for you! So tell me! What do you want!?” He shouted, and he saw you shiver, it was evident that him raising his voice still scared you, and while it used to be amusing to him, now it was just upsetting. How could he have ever found that to be amusing in the first place? He never wanted to hurt you, but it just became habitual almost. That in itself was sickening. 

“I don’t know!” You shouted back, but it was like you immediately backed down, inching back until you were standing against the fridge, like you were trying to disappear inside of it. “I’m scared of you…” The whispered confession had his heart sinking and he wanted nothing more than to run over to you and hold you, to tell you that you didn’t have to be scared anymore, but he knew that wouldn’t make anything better, not at all. “I’m scared of you being nice to me because I never know when you’ll go back to being that way… At least when you were treating me like garbage I was prepared for it daily… Now I just… I don’t know… And that’s the scariest part. So just… Just stop…” 

Seeing you in the bathtub… Seeing you trying to leave him like that… It had been a rude awakening, but one that he very clearly needed. Now he was left with the pieces of you that he had broken, and he didn’t know how to handle you, he didn’t know where to even begin in putting you back together. Being gentle wasn’t working, but it made sense… The pieces were shattered almost beyond recognition, every time he thought he was getting somewhere, you’d fall apart all over again… Or maybe the pieces had never fit in the first place and it was all wishful thinking on his part. 

Now he had to watch you walk away, closing the bedroom door behind you, and he heard the lock click, and while he had the key to get in, he wanted to believe that you were at least past the point of wanting to hurt yourself. Sometimes he felt selfish… He knew he was selfish… You wanted to leave him, he had put you through enough… He should have let you go that night… But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. Somewhere beyond the sick twisted part of him that found fun in making you cry, he did love you, and now that twisted part of him was long gone and all he could feel was love for you, and you weren’t ready to give it back… And maybe you’d never be ready. 

“Are you sleeping already, beautiful?” He whispered when he walked into the bedroom after work. He was exhausted, but the entire day he thought of nothing more than coming home to you. There was no dinner made, the house was clean, but it was also still… Which in itself scared the hell out of him and had him rushing to the bedroom to check on you. God, he’d never get that image out of his mind, it even replayed often when he was working, enough to text you every hour, and even if you didn’t respond, you’d read the message which let him know that you were okay. 

The room was dark aside from the faint glow of the moon that painted the carpeted floors a pristine white, and he thought that maybe, maybe he’d finally get to sleep beside you for the first time since everything happened. Usually you’d get up as soon as he came in and you’d move to the couch, and he wanted to argue, he wanted to tell you to come back, but again, he was trying to be better, and he respected the fact that you needed space. What might be easy for him to do was obviously not at all easy for you. 

He pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, climbing under the blankets and moving as close to you as he possibly could without waking you up. Your hair still smelled of the shampoo and conditioner that you used earlier in the day when you took your shower, and that in itself was comforting. There was a warmth that radiated off of you, one that he had never taken the opportunity to fully appreciate before, but it made him feel fuzzy, it made him feel safe… He wanted to give you those same feelings… 

“I’ll move to the couch now…” You murmured tiredly, and he wondered if maybe you had just been laying there silently waiting for him to come home or if you had actually been sleeping and he had just woken you up. You started moving and he reached out to grab your hand, and it was like grabbing a statue the way you froze, he could hear you inhale sharply, and he wondered what was going through your mind right now, what you thought he’d do. 

“Please don’t… Can you just sleep in here tonight? I’ll even put pillows between us… I just want you next to me…” His hold wasn’t tight at all, and his thumbs brushed lightly over your wrist, trying to show you that he could be gentle, he could be sweet. He could be all the things you had wanted him to be before… He was changing for you… He wanted you to see that. 

“Do I have a choice?” You mumbled, and while he wanted to say no, he wanted to tell you that you had to lay beside him, he knew that would only be setting him back. He hummed softly, and while it wasn’t truly an answer, his actions were enough, letting go of your arm and dropping his hand back down on the mattress. “I can respect… I appreciate the fact that you’re not… hitting me… or yelling at me… Or belittling me anymore… Thank you…” You sighed heavily through your nose and he could hear you rubbing your hands nervously against your lap. You were still scared of him. “I’m just not ready… It’s a lot for me… But I’m trying too… I hope you know that…” 

You were trying… And while he couldn’t really tell at first, the fact that you sat there long enough to tell him this, to explain to him why you couldn’t lay beside him… He could tell that you were doing your best. He respected that, and he wasn’t going to force you to do something that scared you or made you uncomfortable, so he relented. “I do… I know…” He whispered, pushing himself up so he was sitting on the bed, his body fully turned towards you. “Is the couch comfortable? You can sleep in the bed and I can take the couch if you want…” 

You let out a little laugh, and the sound was weird… You hadn’t laughed in so long, it was almost nostalgic, sending his mind back to a time when your giggles were heard almost daily when he was with you. It had been so long… It had him getting choked up. “Don’t worry… I’m used to it. I’ve been sleeping on the couch for months now.” Your attempt at reassurance was nothing more than another slap though when the lightbulb clicked and he realized just what you were saying. 

All those times that he had woken up in the morning and the bed was empty, he thought it was just because you had woken up before him to make breakfast… But you had somehow managed to slip out in the middle of the night to be away from him and he hadn’t even noticed… You didn’t want to be around him at all. “Oh… Well… We can change that… I can sleep on the couch, really… It’s no big deal…” 

The conversation was just going in a circle at this point, and while most people would find it annoying, the constant back and forth… This was the most you had talked to him in the two months since the incident. He hadn’t realized how much he missed your voice until now. “It’s fine, Jeongin…” You said his name… It sounded so wonderful coming from your mouth, he wanted to hear it over and over again. “Get some sleep… Goodnight.” Had it been too much contact for you? You were rushing out of the room now, and while he wanted nothing more than the conversation to keep going, he didn’t want to push you, so he watched you walk out the door, your body silhouetted by the hall light until it disappeared once the door had shut again. He was alone… And while he had been alone every single night before… Now he knew about it and it hurt, the darkness was eating away at him, and for some reason he was scared, although he wasn’t sure what of.

“I had a nightmare last night, beautiful.” Jeongin said, hearing your feet pad across the floor and then stop at the entrance to the kitchen. “Do you want to hear about it?” He turned around to see your very confused face. He had never made breakfast before, and while he was pretty damn sure he was burning everything, he wanted to do more, show you that things would be better and only get better from here on out. 

“S-Sure…” You stammered, walking over to the stove and eyeing the food in the pot with an ever more confused gaze. “Do you want me to take over and you can tell me while you sit and have your coffee?” You asked, noticing that he had already started to brew the drink, but he shook his head, motioning for you to sit down. “O-Okay…” 

“It was so scary… I woke up and I felt like it was real for a second…” He monologued, and you hummed softly, letting him know that you were listening to him. “You left me… And I couldn’t find you… I was so scared. And then I opened the bathroom door and-” 

“Ah…” You cut him off, drumming your hands on the table. “I know where you’re going with this… I’m not gonna do it again, if that makes you feel any better.” And it did, it made him feel a lot better, because for the first time since it had happened, you sounded honest when you told him it wouldn’t happen again. “Luckily, I don’t have dreams or nightmares anymore.” 

“Oh? Why not?” He mused, turning around to face you, leaning against the counter. He was genuinely interested in everything about you, and this was new considering when you had first got together you’d tell him every morning about the dreams you had the night before. When did things change? 

“Well my entire life up until now has been a nightmare in itself so… I guess my subconscious mind thought I deserved a little bit of peace at some point.” Oh… That made sense… It didn’t make him feel any better, but it made a lot of sense. He quickly turned back towards the stove, his head hung low as he continued frying the egg in the pan, trying his best to make an omelet as good as yours was yesterday just for you. 

“I’m sorry… I really am…” He whispered, focusing on the egg now, trying to remember exactly how you flipped it to make it look so good. “I love you… And I’m never going to forgive myself for what I put you through. I was an awful boyfriend, just… An awful person in general and I know that I don’t… I don’t deserve to be standing in the same room as you right now… And I’m sorry… I’m just really sorry and this egg is going to be shit… And I’m sorry about that too… I suck… At this and everything and…” 

“Innie…” You cooed the nickname, and his heart seemed to freeze and simultaneously speed up at the same time. Hearing his name had been one thing, but hearing you call him that… It was like hearing heaven's bells ringing in his ears. “You’re gonna fuck up the omelet… A few times at least… But it happens, and it’s still gonna be delicious and I’ll eat it.” That wasn’t where he thought the conversation was going… But in a way, it made him feel a lot better. “You never apologized before… Not genuinely…” He had though… He knows he apologized… Had it been genuine? Maybe not… Maybe the initial apology had just been him ranting out of fear… He wasn’t sure. “It’s okay now… You know? I’m okay now…” What did that mean? What were you saying? He didn’t want to get his hopes up that things would be normal… And now he understood what you meant that night, when you practically ran away from him… Sometimes hearing someone be sweet after so long was scarier than the usual… He didn’t know what was coming next. “I thought a lot last night… about everything… And I… I think it’s okay now… For me… For you… For us…” 

“Us?” What were you saying… God you were so vague, he just needed to know, he needed to be 100% sure that he wasn’t being too hopeful. Was this your way of saying that you wanted to leave? Were you going to leave him? He had gotten better… But he still wouldn’t let that happen… He needed you there… He did. “Wh-What are you… What do you mean? You’re scaring me right now, beautiful…” 

It was like he couldn’t get his breathing under control, just the thought of you leaving him had him tearing up, a knot forming in his throat that he couldn’t get rid of. “Come here…” You whispered, and he slowly took those few steps towards you, pausing a couple inches away just in case you didn’t want him too close to you, but then you stood up, your hands folded in front of your lap as you pursed your lips. You looked just as shy as you did after your second date when he had kissed you for the first time, what he wouldn’t do to live that moment again. “Do you think that.. When you’re done making the omelet… We can maybe… I don’t know… Cuddle or something?” 

Cuddle… You wanted to cuddle? He felt like a complete idiot that it took so long for the question to fully click, but once it did, he was reaching back to turn off the stove, scared to take his eyes off of you, worried that you’d change your mind, but once that fire was out underneath the pan he was scooping you up in his arms and rushing towards the couch, your laughter like music to his ears as you buried your face in his neck. “You scared the hell out of me, you know that!?” He whined as he fell back on the couch, bringing you down with him onto his lap. “I almost cried!” 

“You did cry!” You teased, sitting back and looking at him, and there was a twinkle in your eyes that was akin to all the stars in the sky at night, so beautiful, and he couldn’t help but reach his hand up, brushing his fingers along your cheeks. How could he have ever hurt you? Did he even deserve this chance? You leaned in to kiss him, the feeling setting off fireworks in his chest, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, but it felt good… He liked that feeling… “You’re thinking too much…” 

“Do that again… please… Just so I can be sure…” He murmured, his fingers gently tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer, and you didn’t pull away, instead your lips collided with his once more and it was like a dream, the best dream, and if that’s all this way, he never wanted to wake up. “You love me… right?” He whispered when you pulled away, your own fingers catching the tears that had at some point begun to fall. 

“I do… I love you, Innie… Always…” 

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[400 requests] congrats btw!! i adore how you write for joshua so may i ask for a joshua rosfield x reader.. extremely tooth rooting fluff.. kinda domestic fluff as well.. just a soft morning with joshua.. literally can be anything! from in bed or a nice stroll around the hideway.. a picnic breakfast somewhere.. anything!

Thank you, anon! I hope you enjoy this one. I feel I can't help but write Joshua so suave. Please, please drop me an inbox to let me know what you think x

Lazy Mornings Joshua Rosfield x reader, fluff

You cannot pinpoint exactly when it had started – hazy memories of your eyes meeting his blue ones across the sanctum, followed by deliberated brushing touches, chance meetings in the library at late hours turning into deliberate meetings in the Phoenix's bed chambers. Joshua had been away for a few weeks, conducting research, and you’d been worried in his absence. As he and Jote had returned the previous evening, his eyes had only met yours for a moment but you didn’t need words to know what he was after, and so you had snuck into his chambers later that night with all intentions of slipping out before the morning had come…

You wake up, slowly at first. You’re warm, relaxed and content, but the feeling is swiftly lost when you clock that the sun is a little too high in the sky for your liking and you need to get moving. Preparing to roll out the bed, you find two arms determined to keep you held snugly in place. You tut, taking hold of one and tug in an attempt to move it, but the limb holds stubbornly firm, though you cannot miss the flicker of a smile on your captor’s face.

“Joshua…”

Silence – his blonde hair mussed up around him as he lays on the pillow, almost angelic.

“Joshua.”

Nothing – obviously determined to keep up his pretense.

“I know you are awake, Joshua.”

He nuzzles his head into your neck then, making you squirm a little as it tickles. “No, I am not.”

“You have never been one to talk in your sleep, so I disagree.” You tug again, but his arm remains heavy in place. “I need to go.”

“Mm. You do not.” His eyes remain closed, determinedly so.

“I do, though”, you stress again, trying to sit up to see if that will help you gain some leverage. “I’ve stayed too late.”

“Not late enough. Go back to sleep – you’re still tired too, sweet one.”

You’re glad his eyes are still closed as you feel the heat rise in your cheeks from his term of endearment and sigh – dramatically so - before dropping back against the many pillows that adorn the Phoenix’s bed. “You are being a little childish.”

Joshua opens his eyes then, looks up at you with a coy smile. “Mayhaps I would admit a little bit of selfishness, but why are you in such a rush to leave me?”

“That’s not fair,” you protest at his wording. “You know I wish to stay, but if Master Cyril were to catch me in here, he’d…” You trail off. You can’t comprehend what he might do, to be honest, but it wouldn’t be anything good. Of course, Cyril isn’t blind to the looks that you and Joshua share across chambers, but it was only mere speculation on his part – nothing that he could note down in his work of the Phoenix’s life and duties.

“Cyril would not dare to enter my private chambers without permission.” He sits up, though keeping his hold firm on you as he does – afraid you might vanish from his sight if he does not.

“But he will surely visit them to check on your hea-”

Warm lips cut you off mid-word. Your eyes meet Joshua’s blue ones, yours wide with surprise as he closes his, places a palm on your cheek to coax you to reciprocate his kiss. You close your eyes then, careful to exhale through your nose, and kiss back, matching his pace. Moments pass as you settle into a steady rhythm, but something pushes you forward, placing a hand on his thigh, swiping your tongue across his bottom lip and-

Three knocks at the door in a familiar pattern.

You jerk out of the kiss in alarm, almost toppling off the bed itself were it not for Joshua’s quick reflexes pulling you back towards him.

“Who is it?” He calls, smiling at you all the while.

“It is I, Cyril, Your Grace.”

“One moment.”

You look around the chambers in alarm – the window is too small to crawl through, the door is the only exit you have, but that’s right through the thoroughfare of the sanctum at this hour, not to mention the man standing at the other side of it. “Joshua, what do we do?”

“I will deal with it. You, however, should lie back, relax…” he whispers, pushing you down gently, kissing your forehead, “..and stay quiet.” He gets to his feet then, throwing the soft red knitted blanket over you, before you hear his soft footsteps head over to the door, the oak creaking as he opens it enough for him to pop his head out to greet the Bearer of the Burning Quill.

“I am sorry to disturb you, Your Grace, but as I had not seen you this morn I wanted to check everything was all right.”

“Fine, Cyril. I am just a little weary after the last few days of travel – I think I will take today to rest if matters can wait.”

“Very well, Your Grace.” Cyril nods, though steps to the side a little, trying to see behind the Phoenix. “Would you like me to send for Lady Jote to assist you?”

“No, no - that is quite unnecessary,” Joshua waves off, “I know she is tired from our travels also. If you could arrange for some sustenance to be sent up so I can break my fast, that would be appreciated.”

“At once, Your Grace. Will that be all?”

“Yes. Thank you, Cyril.”

Cyril bows, takes a step back and the door is swiftly shut behind him.

You feel the mattress dip besides you before the blanket is pulled down from over your face – a boyish grin on Joshua’s face. “See? The day is ours.”

You stare up at him, your heart pounding from your nerves – realizing what had scared you so. It wasn’t so much being caught by Cyril, but the idea of being caught and forbidden from seeing Joshua again.

“Have I lost you, sweet one?” The Phoenix questions, laying down besides you, tilting your chin to meet your gaze.

“I love you.”

The smile on Joshua’s face is as bright as the sun in the sky.

“I love you more.”

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[obsoleteozymandias]

Pretty sure I saw somewhere you were familiar with Off by Mortis Ghost. May I humbly ask you for some headcanons of the dorm leaders with a reader that's Basically a Zone 1 elsen?

It's ok if you don't want to also

Anon ANON *grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you* I need you to know that this ask specifically is what made me return to my inbox today. 

Here’s what I’m thinking in terms of this: A reader would be a student with magic who is extremely shy, hardworking, and emotionally distant/blank. They don’t have much of a presence at school, and tend to blend in. 

But one day - everything happening to them (whatever it is, I’ll leave up to your imagination) leads to them overblotting, much like an elsen - their mouth spewing blot like smoke until it consumes their head and turns them into a specter/overblot form.

So for the sake of this ask, I’ll divide it into two parts per person: pre-blot and post-blot. I’ll also assume you’d be a member of their dorm. Also warning: this is long. 

== Twisted Wonderland Headcanons ==>

+Elsen!Reader

Riddle Rosehearts: 

Pre-Blot: Riddle notes your very shy personality quickly, picking up that you seem to actually be fond of rules and work. He admires your persistence, and finds a kindred spirit in your dedication to organization. But underneath that all…he gets the feeling there is an immense weight you carry on your shoulders, much as he did. He pays extra attention to you after that. 

Post-Blot: Riddle is the first to your aid after the blot. He’s the one in the infirmary, watching over you like a hawk. Some part of him thinks this is his fault. He’d gone through something similar, so why couldn’t he see the signs? 

As much as he despairs, when you wake and assure him you’d tell him anything and everything in the future, he seems to calm down. 

He’s at your side constantly after that, checking in on you and making not-so-subtle gestures to show he cares with a slight blush dusting his cheeks. 

Leona Kingscholar: 

Pre-Blot: Before you overblot, Leona honestly doesn’t even notice you exist, aside from noting the way you scurry about and wince at his shouts. He’s too busy being in charge, and dreading never being in charge of his own life. 

Post-Blot: Leona seems to take an almost analytical interest in you after you overblot. He was there in the infirmary briefly when you first woke, but after that he was scarce. Despite that, you’d catch him watching you from across the cafeteria tail swishing. 

Eventually, he corners you, and though you don’t grasp the whole talk due to being absolutely terrified of him, you come out of the conversation with a strange sort of mutual understanding. 

He’ll be on the lookout for you after that, and you can feel his eyes follow you wherever you enter a room. 

Azul Ashengrotto: 

Pre-Blot: Of course Azul knows your name, he knows everyone in his dorm (and everything about them he can leverage). You’re also one of the most diligent workers the lounge has seen in a long time, although you tend to fumble when talking to customers. Regardless, he acknowledges your hard work, although you rarely catch his eye. 

Post-Blot: Azul intentionally distances himself from you after your overblot. He suddenly seems to be busy whenever you’d normally speak to him, which, admittedly, wasn’t often. And yet you catch him staring at you more often, and your work shifts have lightened up, and suddenly you have a lot more free time. 

One of those times he invites you into his office, wherein he seems to…check in on you? But in a terribly roundabout and awkward way, like an estranged father. It’s awful, but by the end of it, he seems to be relieved to hear that you’ve recovered. 

Thus, weekly meetings in his office to just chat become a reguar thing. And soon, you even manage to talk about something other than work. 

Kalim Al-Asim: 

Pre-Blot: Kalim picks up on your antisocial and avoidant personality quickly. He won’t push you too much, but whenever he sees you he’s eager to invite you to this part or that party, whichever one! He just wants to see you smile, rather than the near constant grimace you seem to have on your face. Given his empathetic nature, though, and his past with Jamil’s overblot, he does begin to pick up on your exhausted wheezes and the empty look in your eyes just a little too late. 

Post-Blot: Kalim is at your side the instant you wake, and is showering you with attention and care all throughout your recovery. He makes sure you’re always comfortable, fed, and taken care of. He makes sure you want for nothing, and yet the guilt of having yet another person he was supposed to care for overblot weighs on him heavily. 

One night, as he talks to you about his day, he begins crying, unable to stop the guilt he’s been keeping inside. And when you reassure him and smile at him in that strange way you’ve always done, something in his brain clicks. 

You two are near inseparable after that, and even Jamil seems to get a bit of time off from watching Kalim as he hangs out with you. 

Vil Schonheit: 

Pre-Blot: Let’s be honest, no matter how beautiful you are, Vil will see you as an ill fit for Pomefiore at the beginning. Your constant dour mood, the way your shoulders slouch, and the strange way you don’t seem to talk in anything but a rasp not only unnerves him, but agitates him. He focuses on you like he does Epel, and though you follow his every word and command to a T, he can tell that there is something deeper beneath the surface. And one day, he pushes you just a bit too hard - if only to get a glimpse of whatever it is you have hiding under your strange demeanor. Chaos ensues. 

Post-Blot: Vil is in the infirmary when you wake up, but seems to be almost unaffected by what happened. For a few days, it's almost as if it never happened to him. And then one evening, he comes and sits next to you in your bed, and though its clear he had words prepared for this moment, he seems to lose them as he looks at you. And so he speaks from his heart. 

After your conversation, Vil keeps a watchful eye on you, and, much to his chagrin, he finds himself jumping to your defense at even the smallest slights or comments (in a very elegant and almost subtle manner). 

There’s an unspeakable bond between you two, in his mind. You followed in his destructive footsteps, and he’s determined to stop you from being hurt just as he had. He wants you to be better than him: to shine as he knows you were meant to do. 

Idia Shroud: 

Pre-Blot: Idia doesn’t seem to notice you at first, but between him being housewarden and your shared gloomy nature, you almost form a friendship with him, although it’s stunted and awkward. You’re one of the few people who he trusts to enter his room, and you soon have something of a routine of doing work together. You still jump when he laughs too loud, and sometimes his eccentricities freak you out, but he’s pleasant enough company for you. He assumes he’s done something wrong when you don’t show up for your hnag out time one day. Then he hears what’s happening, and his heart drops. 

Post-Blot: Idia is by your side before and after you wake up (well, at least his tablet is). He chatters to you in a way that concerns the other dorm heads, almost as if he’s afraid of what would happen in the silence between you two. He visits you in person when you assure him no one else is around, and you notice the dour look on his face, even more so than usual. 

Idia admits that he feels bad for not noticing the signs despite having overblotted himself, and seems to almost cave into his self-loathing in an instant. And yet you reassure him, and tell him it’s not his fault, and that you care about him, and that you’re glad he cares about you enough to visit. He insists, of course he’d visit you! You’re one of his best friends!

From there, you and him grow infinitely closer. Whether it’s eating breakfast together or playing games together, you two can be seen with each other at almost every hour of the day. 

Side note, but Ortho is delighted to see his brother attend class in person if only to sit next to you and chat face to face. 

Malleus Draconia (assuming pre-overblot for Malleus for the sake of simplicity here):

Pre-Blot: Malleus isn’t the kind to know every member of Diasomnia’s name. He’s busy, and more importantly, he’s important. Even if you wanted to speak to him, he’s got an entourage that would keep you away unless it was absolutely necessary (COUGH COUGH SEBEK COUGH). Lilia mentions your strange demeanour to him one day, and though he brushes it off, he does notice the slouch of your shoulders amongst the crowds of students, and the way you wheeze as you speak, as if life itself tired you out.

Post-Blot: Malleus isn’t much present after you overblot, being very occupied with his duties and studies, but strangely enough, Lilia is there at times. He seems to be watching over you for one reason or another, and though he does to cheer you up and help you recover, you suspect that he may have an ulterior motive. 

Malleus will check in with you shortly after you overblot, asking how you’re doing, genuinely interested in your wellbeing. He may be distant, but Malleus makes sure to listen intently, and even sends you an assortment of items to make you feel better. 

Just let it be known that when Malleus overblots, the Diasomnia dorm would be all the better off to have you in it.

#twst #oz’s requests #twst headcanons #twst x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader

[the-s1lly-corner]

I’m baaaaack!!

Oh I’ve missed your writing, I just got dragged off due to some stuff irl and having a mini hyper fixation on Eddie Munson-

How are you dear? 🥺 everything okay? Drinking water and eating food? I hope you are!

Would love to see if you could possibly do hcs of all the different ways LJ would comfort you and show you how much he loves you as well as how he’d react to his s/o having gift giving and physical touch be her main love languages!

- 🩶 Anon

Laughing Jack comforting a reader who has gift giving/touch as a love language!

i have one other request in the inbox asides this one but i think imma save it for later since im!! tired.. im doing okay-ish? ups and downs, i will admit the past few weeks i havent been feeling right/like myself but im sure its just a funk or something.. gotta drink more water, though </3 hope you enjoy this anon!

jack is very very clingy himself, like in an emotional sense but also a physical sense... if it were efficient he would wrap himself around you and not let go but unfortunately a lot of things in life would get inconvenienced

a majority of that clinginess comes from his abandonment issues, with only a portion just being a part of his personality

very verbal in wanting to keep you around, and while he may not out right say or ask it, i think sometimes he needs some reassurance from you that youre not going to be going anywhere

will take any chance he can to sling his arm around you, usually just draping it over your shoulders lazily while you guys hang around one another

i dont think hes opposed to hand holding, either.. he has very large hands and theyre warm... sharp claws, though

if anything you might have to ask him to give you space because he wants to spent a lot of his free time with you (and hes got a lot of free time if youre the one in possession of that little box of his); i think sometimes he can get a little overwhelming/overstimulating... i love him but personally i think he could be a little much every now and then

loves leaving you notes, usually leaves some candy with them. typically leaves them in places where he knows you'll find them, like by your keys or at the front door... likes leaving them when he knows youre about to leave for work or any other outing... will still leave them if hes the one leaving for something, although its rare that he needs to head out for something and admittedly i cant think of anything he would need to do/get done that would require him to leave briefly

looooooooooves showering you in affection, especially if you guys are in a romantic relationship; peppers you in kisses and snuggles into your cheek.. hugs, lots of hugs. will take any chance he can get to snake his arms around you. please cuddle him

so i think its safe to say that the physical touch bit is more than satisfied, on both ends

as for gift giving, i gotta say my brain is a little melted so i can tell whos giving and whos receiving, so lets do both!

if youre the one giving gifts to jack hes going to be totally over the moon...! a present? for HIM? is it christmas? is it his birthday? ...i dont.. think he has a birthday, actually... but that aside i think he would adore nearly anything you give him since hes totally obsessed with you. likely keeps it within close reach, be it in his own space, his box, or even in his hair since that functions as a means of storage in my silly hc!!

if hes the one giving gifts i think he would try to slink around to figure out what you like.. if its something more than candy then maybe... this would be one of those rare chances where he leaves the house for something, making sure not to be seen of course. which is easy when he can turn into a puff of smoke at will. honestly knowing him hes probably not going to be able to hold himself back from the gifts, so prepare to wake up to a whole pile of them in the morning... might try his hand at wrapping them but due to his claws theres some holes and slashes... but its the thought that counts..!

though if he needs to hide anything for occasions like birthdays hes not going to be able to keep it a secret... if he doesnt blurt it out hes going to be really antsy and keep checking where ever hes hiding the gifts to see if theyve been found or tampered yet

adding this in because i forgot comforting the reader!! right before i was about to hit post!!

if youre feeling anxious about him leaving or being upset with you i think he would reassure you to the best of his ability

tries to keep the mood light, likely cracks jokes while hes holding your hands... might be slightly rocking your hands back and forth or side to side

looks like the type to kiss tears away... though hes gonna have the be careful about it given that cone nose of his... though him attempting to be gentle while keeping his determination to pepper your face with pecks might be enough to crack a smile from you

literally will not leave you alone until youre smiling

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #creepypasta headcannons #creepypasta headcanons #laughing jack headcannons #laughing jack headcanons #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack imagine #laughing jack x you

[sagau-my-beloved]

Whilst we're on the topic, what kinks do you hc venti having?

- Rapid anon

(Also having you been getting my brainrots? Tumblr been deleting some of my asks)

I've got three things in my inbox from you rn, definitely planning on getting to them all don't worry 👀, inspiration just strikes at weird times

And it looks like it's horny hours tonight, so you all have been warned

First and foremost, marking, 1000℅, he wants to be covered head to toe in bite marks and bruises and scratches, the whole works, if he's not leaving the room looking incredibly disheveled and dazed you two aren't done

He also loves to leave some on you too, incredible desperate to have your neck and shoulders and chest just covered in marks, especially in more viable place so he can stare at them lovingly when you two go out in public

I'm also thinking marking in a slightly different way, like if the power balance is a little more skewed then he'd be happy to wear a collar, or even just some more subtle piece of jewelry to show he's yours, he would find himself fiddling with it constantly too, just as a comfort thing

Major praise kink but that should be obvious, he just needs to know how much you love him at all times and will do a lot of things to hear you say it

I feel like he'd have a small exhibitionism kink too cougharchonformcough, not in the way that he'd actually want to be found out but in the subtle thrill of the idea

I think he'd really just get off on getting his partner off ya know, I don't know if there's a specific kink name for that, but I imagine that he'd be just so focused on the other person and in that headspace, he wouldn't even consciously realize his own needs in the moment

Heavy heavy heavy on intimacy, just wants to feel wanted and loved and safe and would benefit from having an enthusiastic partner to supply that, and there is no amount of any of that which would qualify as too much btw, lay it on heavy and he's gonna respond in kind

Is there a kink name for wanting to have sex drunk? Cause that's absolutely one

There's just something special about being in that rather hazy floaty headspace where his body's already too hot, combined with pleasure so intense that all he can do is sprawl out on the bed and let out breathy moans, it's pleasantly disorienting and he'd probably try to enact something every time he comes home drunk just for that feeling

Obviously no pressure there, and all of this stuff is based pretty heavily around your own comfort level, and he's definitely willing to try other things if you're into them

These are most of the ones I can think of off the top of my head, if you have any specific ones in mind though maybe send them over and I can expand 👀

I will say, in sagau in particular, I could see him trying to objectify himself around you a lot more, gotta beat out the competition of course

So, as such, I feel like he'd be into the idea of being used as stress relief, like heavily

It's really a win win cause he's sharing an intimate moment with you, making you feel better in the process, and also kind of helping strengthen his image as a useful tool for you

He is an Archon, but he's not exactly one of the strongest, and his influence on other nation's is pretty limited too, so it looks like he's gotta one up the others by devoting his body to you instead, you can use it however you want of course :)

#genshin impact #genshin venti #sagau #venti x reader #genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #brainrot #headcannons #smut #kinda #sugestive #but this goes a bit beyond that #rapid anon

[hanbxnn]

Omg first request so i’m kinda nervous :> Could you write something about mammon and readers first date?

best worst date

paring: mammon x gn!reader tags: fluff, established relationship, first dates, kisses <3, i fucking love this man notes: IM SOOO SORRY FOR THE LATE POSTTT esp since it's your first req :cc i really enjoyed this so i hope you enjoyed it too anon– my inbox is always open for you

mammon had every single part of the day planned to the absolute second but obviously, everything that can go wrong, does go wrong.

his alarm never rang.

his bed hair wouldn't settle.

he couldn't remember the last place where he placed his rings.

then when he finally managed to leave the house with you, his hands wouldn't stop sweating so he was constantly wiping them against his pants.

seeing you all dressed up next to him with such an adorable anticipating gaze, made mammon's heart thump against his chest.

he had every intention of making this the best day you've ever experienced in your life but he was sure he was going to need to stop by the clothing store if he sweated anymore through his shirt.

sensing his nervousness, you chuckled endearingly, taking a hold of his hand before he could retaliate, pulling him along with the excuse that he was going to make you guys late to the movies.

"i swear i- i had it when i left the house-"

mammon patted every pocket he had on his body, feeling for his wallet that he was certain he shoved somewhere.

"j- just one moment, it's here! i swea–"

his words were cut off when your lips touches his cheek in a quick kiss, taking advantage of his shocked state, you quickly pulled out your credit card for the cashier. taking the drinks and passing them to mammon so you could hold onto to the popcorn and tickets.

"come on, babe! we're in screen four, we should be in time for the trailers." you flashed him a smile as you nudged him towards the general direction.

mammon found himself speechless as he was pushed toward the ticket master, all the way up until the two of you sat down in your allotted seats.

mammon had researched all the hottest movies that were playing in the cinemas in advance, picking a general romcom that received the highest praises from critics.

what he didn't account for was how easily susceptible he was to tearjerkers.

by the end of the movie, he was a sobbing mess. eyes red and puffy with his nose raw from how much he was rubbing them.

you were gentle as you wiped away his tears, letting him bury his head into the crook of your neck as he cried out the last of his emotions, soothed by your soft coos and occasional kisses you left to the side of his face.

just as he had finished calming down, blushing in embarrassment as he tries to wipe away the wetness of his tears that stained your neck. though you didn't seem to be bothered by it at all, instead you pulled out a tissue and began to dab away at his snotty nose with a warm smile.

"hungry?"

and like clockwork, mammon stomach growled as a response to your question. his face heated, tipping down to hide his expression as he quickly pulled you along, headed to one of your favorite restaurants.

you chuckled as you trailed behind him, giving his hand a soft squeeze while you rubbed your thumb comfortingly over his knuckles.

dinner doesn't go exactly as planned either.

the supposedly romantic candlelight dinner was just so conveniently happened to be on the same day as a large family gathering a couple tables down, filling the normally quiet restaurant with loud cheers and an endless continuation of the birthday song.

by the end of the night, mammon was exhausted mentally and physically.

his pout was prominent as he walks you just outside of your bedroom.

"i'm sorry for the horrible date, yer must hate me and never wanna go out with me ever again." he mumbles as he reluctantly lets go of your hand.

his eyes widen when you snatch it back up just as quickly, mammon was taken aback by how your expression showed as if you had just heard the most offensive thing in the world.

"mammon, stop being so silly. i had so much fun today! i'm so happy you took me out on a date today, i'm really grateful for everything you did, thank you."

your hands were gentle as you reached up to cup his cheeks, flashing him a bright smile before inching up to leave a chaste kiss against his lips.

mammon gaped at you from how you seemed to be so content and full of sincerity.

"i don't really want this day to end, do you wanna sleep over tonight?" you glanced up shyly to gauge his response. the mammon that seemed so down not a moment ago felt like his spirit completely revived in an instant.

his eyes sparkled as he nodded his head frantically, there was no need for him to even go back to his room to prepare because the majority of his belongings were already scattered around your room.

mammon mood brightens up the more he hears his favorite sound of your laughter.

as the both of you settled down, with you all snuggled up in his arm, his heart blooms with every word of your retelling of every moment that had enjoyed while you were with him.

as he listens intently to the way your voice lightly trails off, your soft breaths filling up the silence of the room. mammon smiles lovingly as he adjusts the blanket around your shoulders before dropping a long kiss to the crown of your head.

"thank you for giving me the best day ever, i love so you."

no matter how bad everything seemed to go against him, mammon felt like he could overcome anything with you by his side.

#obey me #obey me fluff #mammon x reader #mammon x you #mammon x y/n #anon request #anon #ky's delusions

[writingseaslugs]

Jade Leech: Surgical Comforts (TW)

Hey everyone, so yesterday I got a message from an anon in my inbox. It had a lot of pretty deep stuff in it regarding surgery and other things, and while I don’t feel comfortable posting it and answering it on my blog due to the contents (I would hate to trigger anyone, and I’m sure anon feels the same) I wanted to write a little something for them. And if you’re that anon, I hope the surgery goes well, and so does the recovery! Make sure to get something delicious to eat once it’s all over and if need be, I will physically fight your mother. @twistedchatterbox is also wishing you a safe surgery and swift recovery! Now enjoy this overly specific Jade comfort fic.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please click the “Au Information” below! While this fic is aimed as a comfort fic, it will be dealing with several triggering topics in it. If you are uncomfortable with any of the topics, or feel like it might trigger you, then please click away. More content will be out soon, and I can always write more comfort fics that aren’t on these topics. I want everyone to be safe and content in their mind, so please continue with caution and make sure to read the content warnings of this fic before proceeding. Content Warning: Implications of Eating Disorders, Surgeries, Surgical Diets,  Dark Thoughts, Suicidal Tendencies Implied, Stim Toys (Chewing), Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Implied bad childhood

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Jade Leech: Surgical Comforts

T-minus two days until surgery. You sighed as you looked up at the ceilings, anxiety sweeping through you as you thought more about what was getting done. Of course even after coming to a magical world they couldn’t just abracadabra your illnesses away. They had to do surgery and when you found out a month ago that you’d have to, you just felt…off. It had been almost two weeks since you got put onto your pre-surgical diet, nothing but liquids, and you turned to look at the drink next to you.

You were sick of that damn drink. The flavor wasn’t horrible but it was the same thing every single day and you despised it. Your hand went to gently prod at your poor stomach, feeling how it had shrunk from the days without getting a proper meal in. You pressed your hand down slightly and felt your pulse quicken as anxiety quickly took over.

Push the bad thoughts aside, it’s alright. They can’t hurt you. At least that’s what you kept repeating in your head. A small voice was always echoing louder in the back of your mind though, the thoughts unpleasant and dark regarding your weight and life. You hated it and your mind was just buzzing. You turned, grabbing a small chewy that Lilia had kindly bought for you after finding out it helped. Leave it to the campus dad to know exactly what you needed.

It was a small bat shape that fit perfectly into your mouth, so you did just that. Pressing down on the silicone to help ease the anxiety and maybe, just maybe, distract you from your whirling thoughts. That voice in your head, a familiar one that should’ve been motherly, is slowly quieting down as you continue to chew. You then made a mistake of catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

“It looks like you have a pacifier in your mouth. Grow up already, you look like a toddler right now.”

You spit out the toy and gripped your chest; you just needed to breathe. Get the bad thoughts away that like to swim in your mind. You could feel your ears ringing as you squeezed your eyes shut. You were fine, it was okay. You weren’t ever aware of the door to your room opening, nor did you notice someone calling out your name

You finally snapped your eyes open in shock as you felt the bed dipping to the side. A pair of heterochromatic eyes met your own and you could see the worry etched in them. His gloved hand cupping your cheek as he took in your slightly disheveled appearance. You swore he could feel your pulse through the small touch since it was everywhere in your body. You could hear your heartbeat ringing in your ears as you noticed his breathing.

They were deep breaths, slowly going in and out. You didn’t even realize you were mimicking his breathing until your heart was finally calming down, your fogged up mind suddenly feeling significantly more clear.

“There, how do you feel now?” His voice was softer than usual as he looked you over. He could see how tired you looked from the bags under your eyes, the nights were far too long when your stomach kept growling and twisting in pain as it begged for even a crumb, not to mention the anxiety that came at night when you were by yourself.

“I’m doing a bit better.” You finally admitted once you were comfortable with your voice. It wavered a bit as you spoke, but Jade’s calm smile never faded.

“Good, I came to check in on you. You never showed up to class.” He commented and you hummed, leaning your face into his hand that was still resting on your cheek. You could feel a bit of regret for not informing anyone other than Grim that you wouldn’t be coming to class. You were just so tired, and the muscle fatigue and dizziness every time you stood up was getting too much. You only had two more days until your surgery, and you were sure your instructors would understand as long as Grim gave them the note you wrote to them.

“Not feeling the best today.” You admitted.

“I see, then how about we try and make you feel a bit better?” He asked and you let out a pessimistic laugh.

“Unless you have a giant cheeseburger that I could eat that wouldn’t disrupt the surgical diet, I think you’re out of luck.” You grumbled and you heard him click his tongue. You then felt him scooping you up into his arms as he settled more onto the bed, relaxing on the headboard with you against his chest. His hands resting on your hips as he held you tightly, his grip strong but comforting.

“I think we can figure something else out…but are you truly that hungry?” He asked and you glared at him, “I’m just kidding…how about after your surgery and you’re cleared for solid foods, we will treat you to a special meal at the Monstro Lounge.” He suggested and you paused at the thought.

“A special meal?” You echoed back at him and he nodded.

“Anything you want, even if it’s not served at the lounge. I’m sure Azul won’t mind and I know Floyd has been going on about being worried about his little Shrimpy as of late and would adore making you something.” Jade said and you could feel a slight blush. You really were blessed to have these guys around.

“You sure…?” You asked, fiddling with your hands.

“Of course.” He hummed, “You’ve done so good so far. I know it couldn’t have been easy sticking to just liquids for the past two weeks. You’ve done an amazing job, and I’m very proud.” He said, hugging you a bit closer. You could feel the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes at his words and you can’t help but hug him closer. You bury your face into his chest so he doesn’t see the tears, but he could tell from the shaking of your shoulders that you were crying.

He rocked a bit, helping to sooth you in his grasp until the tears slowly dried up and you could feel yourself getting a bit better. You looked up and noticed one of his hands were no longer on your hip, but instead holding your bat chew.

You gasped and went to grab it, but he pulled it away, “What’s this?” He asked and you felt shame washing over again. Was he going to judge you? Or would he be accepting? He waited patiently for you to respond before you finally managed to explain.

“It’s a chewy…it helps me with my anxiety.” You said and he made a small ‘ah’ sound before returning it to you.

“I see…but why a bat?” He said and you could see a small pout, “I’m sure they make eel chew toys, right? Or perhaps a mushroom would work better?”

“Lilia got it for me.” You said and now he really was pouting.

“Why didn’t you tell me, I would’ve gotten you better ones.” He didn’t even wait for a response, “Well, now I know, so be expecting new ones soon. Do you prefer the textured ones, or smooth ones?” He said, looking at how the bat had smooth wings but a textured body. You told him your preference and he smiled, “Of course, I’ll make sure to get the right ones then.”

You didn't know how you got so damn lucky sometimes. You felt his warm lips pressing against your forehead and you knew your cheeks were a bit warmer then they had been before.

“I think you should rest a bit…have you already drank your meal replacement?” He asked and you shook your head, “Do you think you could drink it for me then we can take a nap together?” he asked, grabbing the drink that was still cold. He held it in front of you and you grabbed onto it, untwisting the top.

“Ya…promise you’ll stick by my side when I sleep? You won’t leave?” You asked, feeling anxious at the thought of waking up alone. Grim might be home by the time you wake up, but he didn’t go to bed until at least ten so he would be doing who knows what until then. It was nice having your little buddy curled in your arms when you went to sleep, but you wanted a more…human touch…ironic in a sense as Jade certainly wasn't human.

“I won’t be going anywhere…but I can’t promise Floyd won’t come looking for me and trying to join in the nap.” He said and you let out a small laugh.

“That’s fine with me.” You said, loving the other twin too. Jade’s amused grin never faltered as he held you close, waiting for you to finish your drink so you could drift off into the most comfortable sleep you’ve had in weeks.

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST #TWST x Reader #TWST Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland Disney #TWST Disney #Jade Leech #Jade Leech x Reader #Jade x Reader #TWST Jade #Twisted Wonderland Jade Leech #TWST Jade Leech #Twisted Wonderland Jade

[fatuismooches]

SLIDES SHADES ON, KICKS DOOR DOWN AND FALL ONTO YOUR FLOOR, GUESS WHOS BACKKK!;!!;

🌕💗!!!!

BUT AHHHHHFHDH LATIN DOTTORE STILL MAKJNG ME LOSE MY SHIT

and so many of the other posts that i was binginf just now too oh em GEEEEEEE, specifically fragile/coma reader comjng back to sumeru and all that AHHFHEHHHH

ANF ALSO I CANT BELIEVE U REMEMBERED ABT MT EXAMS AND STUFF 😭💗 i got my results recently!! A* EEEKFK back on the grind tho unfortunately

also rlly rlly thinking bout dottore randomly giving fragile reader academic/research-y things to do cus he knows they crave and miss the days where they could get on wit their stuff YKKK??

also omg sometimes i’m scared to like send any kind of brainrot in cus what if someone else has said a similar thing AND AHHDHH

but yea also thinkjng bout tutor zandik + akademiya reader MNNNFFNF

ALSO ZANDIK X POET READER i feel like zandik from like the akademiya days wojld be all poetry’s stupid 🫤 but like one day findinf readers lil poetry notebook whilst tryna find his own research in their dorm and flipping through and finding it littered with references to cerulean blue locks and vermillion irises..and maybe just maybe, poetry isn’t so bad after all

smooches i’ve missed bombarding ur inbox

SMOOCHESSSS :( <33333

🌕 ANONNNN AHHH IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm so glad you've been doing well, congrats on your exams!! I'm glad your hard work paid off, such a scholar 😍 But you better not overwork yourself that hard again! ALSO. DON'T BE AFRAID TO SEND ANYTHING IN!! I LOVE!! hearing what you have to say okay?? Ily 🌕 anon!! PLEASE BOMBARD MY INBOX. I LOVE IT.

HAHAHA it seems like a ton of Dottore brainrot has been infiltrating your brain huh 😅 Dottie speaking Latin really revolutionized ours brains hngg bUT WAIT I LOVE YOUR IDEA. THAT'S SO CUTE. Oh my gosh newdndow how do I phrase this. He knows you still have a love of knowledge and other things you used to be so into :( But nowadays it's died down since you don't think you're cut out for that stuff anymore, even though you miss it. Dottore being the one who respects and acknowledges your intelligence the most would not let you think that way! He'll let you indulge in as much knowledge as you want to. It's far better here anyway, with no restrictions. He'll even let you sit on his lap while you flip through his notes and try to analyze them. Okay and bear with me, this sounds strange but he would make up fake scenarios/brain teasers for you, and these would be PAGES long and you'd have to figure out the answer and report back to him 😭

Also made me think of this angsty af scenario of the day you officially got kicked out from the Akademiya... The sages and profs were so unsympathetic with your condition despite multiple proofs and notes of it being real... no matter how much you begged and sobbed, they refused to accommodate you and revoked your position in the school. Yes, it could be absolutely freaking brutal in there with the workload of assignments and all, on top of your illness too, but you still had dreams. Dreams that you were working so, so hard to pursue... you were trying your best, why couldn't they work with you? You go back to your room to try and pack since they want you out but your stuff just ends up strewn on the floor while you cry. When Zandik comes back you don't even bother hiding your tears or the reason behind them. You can see he's absolutely furious and about to let pure foulness leave his mouth but you interrupt him with a few simple words - "Zandik, just hold me, please." You don't want to hear any words at this moment, because you know nothing will be alright, but at least his touch grounds whatever is left of you to this world.

Okay moving on... Nah I need tutor Zandik. If he saw my dumb ahh while doing math... gone 😭 HEHE I love this trope... i can imagine initially being very serious about trying to learn. But then their tutor is this cutie? Welp, all of that going down the drain. Though, I think it would be pretty sweet if reader ends up learning anyway. Because the professor's way of teaching is so outdated or simply doesn't work for you but somehow when Zandik explains it you're like ?? oh! That's so much simpler! Another possibility - reader purposely flunking so they can get assigned to Zandik for tutoring 🤭 Bro would be flabbergasted that you're wasting both his and your time... because you thought he was... c-cute? Disgusting.

YEAAAA I ADORE DOT AND POET READER I THINK IT'S SOOO ROMANTIC 😭❤️ lmao yea that man would think poetry/non-academic writing is sooo boring like why would you even waste your time on that 😒 You gave up LONG ago trying to convince him why you love it so much but all of a sudden he becomes a teensy more receptive to it... i wonder why? Totally not because he freaking read every single one of your poems, from the serious to silly ones, most definitely not because he found one named after him with a bunch of sweet references... he doesn't care but they were not that bad... he guesses.

#smooches talks #🌕 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #in my head i call you “moonie anon” 😭😭❤️ #AHHHHWDEDE U INSPIRED SO MUCH BRAINROT ILYYYY #ur dottore brainrots r always so good i love them

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can i please have chronically exhausted obi-wan constantly wearing himself thin and it starts to concern everyone and someone needs to guide him to bed and give him some hot cocoa and pet his hair (greying from stress) back from his face & he needs to be treated so gently please

Hello Anon and thank you for this prompt! I am SO SORRY it has taken me so long. It's been sitting in my inbox for literal months, but I finally put something together for it!

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The thing about Obi-Wan Kenobi is he won’t willingly show anyone how hard the war is on him — how badly he’s taking it all. 

Though he is a skilled and cunning warrior, that part of him is the part he resents the most. He loathes the clever strategist and despises the skilled swordsman. He takes no pride in his achievements in battle — not when he’s experienced so many losses. 

It is this side of himself he can’t stand to be alone with. 

The latest battle was a bad one — ultimately successful, but Obi-Wan doesn’t consider any battle a success. Not really. So when he stumbles back into his quarters on board The Negotiator, he doesn’t stay long. He stays long enough to wash the dirt and grim and blood spatter off of his skin, but he leaves as soon as he possibly can. 

His men walk through the halls and he can sense their somber moods before they can even pause in their strides to salute him. 

He’s always hated the gesture. 

Exhaustion clings to his bones, but he doesn’t dare go back to his quarters. Besides, he has plenty of work to do. Even if he wanted to crawl into his bunk, he knows it would not be the responsible choice. Briefings and reports await him, as does the latest batch of death certificates he needs to sign. 

He makes his way to a meeting room near the bridge and settles in for a night of paperwork meant to sum up the events that would never truly leave Obi-Wan’s mind. 

His datapad flickers to life and he squints at the bright blue light before his eyes adjust and he sets to work. 

The progress he makes seems minuscule as the never-ending reports keep coming in for him to fill out. He yawns a few times and rubs his dry eyes, but manages to stay awake and work on his reports.

Until someone clears their throat.

Startled, Obi-Wan looks up sharply before he realizes it’s Cody that stands before him. A small voice in the back of his head wonders why he didn’t sense Cody appear as soon as he was within fifty feet of him, but he shelves the thought for another time. 

“Hello Commander,” Obi-Wan says. His voice comes out hoarse from disuse. 

“General,” Cody says, almost tentative. “I think you should go to bed.”

“What about you?” Obi-Wan deflects. “You were in the battle just as I was and here you stand. If I need my rest then so do you.”

“Sir, I have rested. It’s morning.” 

Obi-Wan blinks in surprise. It’s so hard to tell when morning and night begin and end when traveling through hyperspace. Just another aspect of this war he cannot stand. 

“I didn’t realize,” Obi-Wan says honestly. Though, even if he did, he’s not sure he would have returned to his quarters anyway. He runs a hand through his grey-flecked hair, smoothing it back and out of his eyes. 

“It’s alright. I know yesterday was… difficult.”

“It’s always difficult,” Obi-Wan says, more to himself than to Cody, yet sympathetic eyes stare back at him. 

“I know,” Cody says softly. “We’ve all been there, General.” 

Though the words are meant to be empathetic, they only make Obi-Wan feel colder. He doesn’t want Cody to feel the way he does. He doesn’t want anyone to feel the way he does. 

“What I’m trying to say…” Cody begins, seemingly picking up on Obi-Wan’s thoughts, “What I’m trying to say is that you’re not alone in this. Just cause you’re the General doesn’t mean you aren’t one of us — one of our brothers.”

Something in Obi-Wan threatens to crack open. He keeps his composure, but he knows how much those words mean. He knows better than most the value of brotherhood. 

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan says softly, holding Cody’s gaze and hoping he understands just how much he means it. 

“Of course, General.” Cody nods his head to the door. “Ready to go to your quarters now?”

“Yes, I think I am.” Obi-Wan stands, but a wave of dizziness hits him. He sways on his feet, unsteady until a firm grip grabs his arm and holds him upright. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. No need for concern,” Obi-Wan says, waving him off.

Cody frowns but doesn’t fight him. His grip loosens, but Cody doesn’t let go of Obi-Wan the entire way to his quarters. Obi-Wan finds he doesn’t mind. 

When they get to his door, a sudden wave of dread crashes over him. 

“Cody,” Obi-Wan chokes. His mouth is so dry he can barely speak his Commander’s name. “I can’t be here… I can’t be here alone.” 

“I can stay with you if you’d like?” 

Obi-Wan’s cheeks redden in humiliation, but he can’t bring himself to turn down Cody’s offer. Cody follows him inside.

Only when he lays eyes on his bed does he realize how exhausted he truly is. He sags down into it, even with his boots still on his feet. 

“Goodnight, General,” Cody says.

“Goodnight,” Obi-Wan murmurs.

In the morning, he finds himself covered in a blanket he didn’t have before, his boots set neatly on the floor, and his Commander watching over him at his side

#my writing #prompts #answered #cody #obi wan kenobi #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #maybe slight codywan? #maybe the beginnings of it? #but can be read as gen

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Room & Board - Part 10 (Vampire x Reader)

Anon submitted this prompt: For the prompt submissions a vampire that feels guilty after feeding/attacking someone so they leave obscenely valuable ancient artifacts as payment/an apology?

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A sudden surge pulses through the air between the two as their eyes meet. It's like unseen forces, snapping jaws at each other. In that moment, you are painfully aware of how they dwarf you in height, though Tabaeus is certainly taller than Ewan.

Ewan's nostrils flares, his eyes narrowing as his head cocks to the side at Tabaeus. The smile on his lips loses its friendliness and you can't help but think of it like a snarl. "Yeah. We used to work together at the mall."

"How intriguing," Tabaeus purrs as they raise their eyebrows. Their hands twitch on yours. Something is not being said between the two and you're not entirely sure it has anything to do with you. A masked sort of haughtiness mingles with jest as Tabaeus nods to Ewan's work shirt. "From the mall to the streets? Some would consider that a step down."

"I work in a lot of places," Ewan retorts, his eyebrows lowering as the slightest bite of embarrassment flushes their cheeks. Your former colleague angles their attention back to you, though they seem to have a hard time not glaring at Tabaeus's arms locking you in place. "Who's this guy?"

With a sigh, you nod to the vampire, "This is Tabaeus, my roommate. They/them."

"And he/him," they added, with a pointed tone to Ewan. You think they give your hands another squeeze, but you're not entirely certain it was a conscious movement.

"And he/him," you correct yourself. Craning your neck to look up at Tabaeus, you try to catch their eyes with your own meaningful look. However, the vampire's attention is squarely on your former colleague. "This is Ewan, he/him."

"Pleasure." The word comes out more like a hiss as Tabaeus flashes a smile at Ewan. You want to groan, seeing that the vampire's fangs are on full display.

Thankfully, Ewan doesn't seem put off as he mimics Tabaeus's polite toothy grimace with one of his own. Part of you wonders if his canines have always been so angular and sharp. "Likewise."

The pressure in the air weighs heavier than it did before. A need to do something to alleviate the tension shoots through you, instinct telling you something bad will happen if you don't.

"I won't keep you, Ewan." Behind you, Tabaeus relaxes, until you add with a softer tone, "We can text or chat online later, okay?"

Tabaeus completely forgotten, Ewan's attention turns fully to you. The friendliness returns to his smile, his posture easing. "Sure. Your number on your receipt?"

You mirror his smile and give a nod, even as you feel a strange coldness wrap around Tabaeus. Their stillness has a strange air to it, but you try to ignore it. "Yeah, feel free to snag it there and shoot me a text."

"Cool, cool." Ewan glances at the copy of the receipt he has in hand, as if already dedicating your number to memory in his head. Your stomach swirls as he looks back up at you, offering you that warm smile - not even glancing at Tabaeus - before he turns to go. "Well, have a good night."

Awkwardly, you and Tabaeus watch Ewan trod down the walk to his car, though you get the distinct impressions you watch the delivery man for different reasons. Once Ewan turns his car on, Tabaeus yoinks the food from your grasp and heads inside.

You spin around, glaring at the vampire's back after you shut and lock the door. They don't seem to notice. "What was that about?"

"Hm? What do you mean?" Tabaeus doesn't even turn to face you as they head into the kitchen.

"That tension!" Undeterred, you follow the vampire, your feet moving fast as if Tabaeus would run away. Something inside you cringes, hearing your heavy footfalls as angry stomps. "It was like being between two large animals that were ready to tear each other apart."

"Ah," is all they say as they line the boxes on the counter. One-by-one, Tabaeus opens the boxes to examine the pizzas and breadsticks and brownie lava cake, before poking into a plastic bag that holds your sodas. They're refusing to meet your eye.

"Ah? Ah?" You mimic their answer, crossing your arms over your chest. Still, Tabaeus refuses to look at you. "That's all you have to say?"

"Well, your assessment is not wrong."

That answer momentarily knocks the air from your lungs. Your determination of the situation - being stuck between Tabaeus and Ewan - being akin to being surrounded by two large beasts is not wrong? What the hell did that mean?

Your brain sputters answers, but you don't want to look too long at them. Part of you is afraid what might be correct.

"Why is my assessment not wrong?" The question comes off more like a demand as you watch Tabaeus glide around the kitchen, accumulating plates and utensils. With a steadfast air, they ignore your question.

As you continue to watch them, a dread swells in your stomach. They only smile as they hand you a plate, heaped with pizza and breadsticks. With wide angry eyes, you stare up at them and your voice quivers at the edges, "Tabaeus, why is my assessment not wrong?"

They do not answer. Instead, they turn to put a slice of pizza and a breadstick on their own plate.

You do not like how they're ignoring you. Without thinking, you noisily drop your plate to the counter, where it clatters and threatens to spill. The noise startles the vampire, who turns to you with wide eyes.

"Tabaeus, you tell me what is going on right now!" At your sides, your hands fist into tight balls. You try to ignore the waver to your voice, overcome with the sudden thought that something is going on that you're ignorant of.

Was Tabaeus keeping a secret, knowing it would give away potential lies they'd told? Did they know Ewan, personally? Was this some worldwide conspiracy to keep creatures of the night a secret from humanity?

The growing itch in your thoughts that had begun in the sewer morphed into a clawing sensation, razing in your synapses. What was Tabaeus hiding?

Your mind spun with questions and theories and worries. The revolving thoughts churned harder, making your stomach hurt, the longer it took Tabaeus to answer.

"I do not know," Tabaeus started, quietly and carefully. Their eyes turned toward your plate, their brows knitted with frustration. Carefully, they lower their own plate to the counter, perhaps to keep from throwing it down themselves. "All I know is that thing is... is..."

No more words come, even after you give them a few breaths to sort through whatever thoughts mill about their head. With a frown, you bite out, "Ewan is what?"

"Dangerous and vile, but simultaneously arrogant and harmless. Capable of rending humans in twain, but weak compared to a vampire." The words rush out of Tabaeus's mouth, rage and anger mangling their tone into something ragged. All the while, they shake their head, as if not entirely certain of their own words, a hint of confusion hiding under the venom. "A mangy creature that believes it owns the night when it emphatically does not."

Savagely, Tabaeus spits out as their snarl deepens, "It does not own anything but fleas."

Quiet falls in the empty space between you both as Tabaeus still refuses to meet your gaze. Their shoulders hunch with tension and a frown carves deep across their lips. A glow pulses in their red eyes, their fangs noticeably growing and overlapping their lower lip.

"That doesn't sound like you don't know what Ewan is," you say carefully, your own brows furrowed. You can't put your finger on it, but something seems off with Tabaeus. At once, worry and uncertainty tumble through your thoughts.

Tabaeus shifts on their feet, casting their eyes to the other side of the kitchen but not toward you. "I do not. I just know how he makes me feel."

You narrow your eyes, a suspicion hedging into your forethoughts. "Are werewolves a thing?"

The word makes Tabaeus stiffen, their eyes widening. A considering look crosses their features, their fingers going to their chin in thought. "That feels correct."

"Are you saying Ewan is a werewolf?"

"Yes," Tabaeus announces after another moment of silent thought. They finally turn their eyes to you, a renewed sense of affirmation in their tone as their hands clench. "Ewan is a smelly, stinking, mangy lycanthrope. And you offered him a place in our home!"

It takes a lot of self-discipline to keep from snapping back at Tabaeus. The house was not an 'ours' situation. It was yours. This was their payment for you agreeing to be a feeding bag. The bite of your nails in your palms distracts from the instant irritation.

You take a deep breath, trying to think through the issue at hand.

If lore or media was to be believed, there was active hostility between vampires and werewolves. It also sounded as if Tabaeus was being territorial. Either about the house or about the night, as a whole. Their actions didn't make sense to you. Not after the time you had spent with the vampire.

They were sweet and kind, perhaps a little naive. Definitely prone to temptation, when it came to blood. This bristling, hate-filled rage felt anomalous to what you were used to.

From an animalistic point of view, however, it did make sense. Holding possession over certain territories and resources was an instinct. Of course, it was perhaps harder for vampires to retain control of such things rather than werewolves. The latter didn't have to drink blood or only travel at night.

If what Tabaeus said about Ewan was true, you had been none-the-wiser to the canid monster as well!

"I didn't know he was a werewolf," you say once you feel the words will come out levelly. There's still a heat to your reply and you return Tabaeus's glare with one of your own. Your lips screw up into a frown, trying to equate what you know of Ewan to a werewolf. In a way, you suppose he could be.

The man was loyal and playful, like a dog, but he could get fierce when needed. There had been plenty of times he'd stepped in when a customer flirted in unwanted ways or when a seriously aggro customer was throwing a fit. Hell, you had seen him literally vault over the Lemon Jollies's counter once and run down a mall patron that was attempting to take off with someone else's toddler!

And it was hard to hang out with him, after hours. He always claimed he had another job to scurry off to, but what if he was hiding his own nature?

Shaking the memories from your head, you heave a sigh. "Even if I did know that, he's a decent person! He has, like, zero red flags, which is pretty rare."

Those words caused Tabaeus to still. In a dangerous way. You eye them, cocking an eyebrow, just before he quietly asks, "And how many red flags do I have?"

At that, you press your lips tightly together.

"How many red flags do I have?" Tabaeus repeats, their fists clenching tightly at their sides.

"It's hard for me to say, for sure." Which is true. It's hard to gauge Tabaeus, especially when his personality has changed and shifted so many times. Before tonight, you chalked it up to them healing from whatever happened to them. With this new snag, you're not sure. They talked about werewolves in a fashion that feels too un-Tabaeus to you. But, you barely knew them, didn't you?

As you internally fret over that, you try to answer the vampire's question. You can't help gesturing with your hands as you speak, the stress of everything making it hard to contain yourself. "You don't have solid memories, but you say things that worry me. Sometimes, I wonder if this is all just a big trick. That you do know who you are and you still have memories."

Instead of instant anger and rage, as you brace yourself for, a stricken look crosses Tabaeus's features. They take a step toward you and, to your credit, you stand your ground. "I swear to you, amata, my memories are not whole. I am not tricking you."

There was an urgent desperation in Tabaeus's words as they touched their own chest, their palm splayed wide. The look in their eyes is so full of emotions - so earnest and pained and hopeful - you can't hold their gaze. You recall the scars on their torso and chest, your stomach lurching as you remember the ones that bore a resemblance to autopsy cuts.

"All I know for certain is you drink blood and are capable of hypnotizing people if you wanted to." The words slip past softly your lips, your eyes shifting to a dark corner of the kitchen. There is so much you don't know about Tabaeus, so much they don't know about themselves. Their request to have you lay out their red flags feels so unfair.

"That is all you are certain of when it comes to me?" Tabaeus is looking for a certain answer. Hoping for a certain answer. A quick flash of memory, of the tangled mess on the floor the two of you were before the pizza arrived, sends a painful heat across your cheeks. Embarrassed, excited, mortified.

"Yes, mostly." Pain throbs through your temple and you feel the need to retreat and gather up your wits. Grabbing your plate, you turn on your heel and head toward your office. "Look, I'm hungry and you just unloaded some things I need to think about, okay?"

Leaving Tabaeus in the kitchen, not even waiting for their response, you retreat to your office.

There, you put your headphones on and put on a mindless show as you eat, hoping for a few moments of reprieve from a sudden whirlwind of emotion and information. You barely taste the pizza as your mind gnaws on other things.

What would have happened if the kiss had continued? If there had been no food delivery to interrupt it? Your thoughts spill over with imagined scenarios, making your anger-flushed cheeks burn with other emotions.

Of course, it had been interrupted. By Ewan.

Who was possibly a werewolf...

The animosity between werewolves and vampires ran deep. To the point Tabaeus seethed and said things that seemed fairly out-of-character for them. Their words were so atypical, you find your brain reminding you of the anti-vampire box. And of the journal you have yet to thumb through, which may give you insight into Tabaeus.

Tomorrow, you decide, as you chew at a pizza crust. You'll look at it tomorrow, mid-day, when Tabaeus rests.

As you eat, you catch the sound of Tabaeus's footfalls as they head downstairs, to their own barely furnished room with its large refrigerator box acting as a coffin. The two of you were planning to go to a thrift store soon, in hopes of making the area feel more lived in. You're not sure when that will happen now.

You ignore the urge to follow after them, to apologize, to reassure them, to continue the conversation. How can you reassure them when you have, once again, had your own reality turned upside down?

You are going to finish your food, you decide, then head upstairs to bed. Perhaps a solid floor between you and your vampire friend will do the both of you some good.

It will give you the space you need, as you navigate new revelations.

#exophilia #exo writing #vampire #monster lover #monster romance #monster x human #vampire x human #vampire x reader #vampires #monster boyfriend #monster datemate #room and board #room & board #room and board part 10 #room & board part 10 #r&b #rab #tabaeus #OH - the drama #The struggles #I really enjoyed writing Tabaeus's description of werewolves because they sound so petulant and petty lol

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I was mindlessly listening to some music the other day and I thought that Slip by Majid Jordan was such a wenclair song from Wednesday's pov.

"Your eyes are calling me

From across the room

And your hands say come to me

Let me show you what I'll do

What's in that mind of yours?

I can't really tell

Tell me, what's in that heart of yours?

I want to feel it as well"

Wednesday's attention is always pulled in by Enid and while she's pretty smart we know emotional stuff isn't her strong suit while Enid excels. Also i firmly believe that as a werewolf, Enid can be a little unpredictable because of instincts. So Wednesday would probably wonder what Enid is thinking and feeling, hoping that it's some sort of affection (love) for her.

"I want to love you out loud

Give me a reason, don't leave me in doubt

I'd love to figure you out

Lost in your rhythm, I need you right now

I can't let my heart slip

Don't let my heart slip

I keep on doing this

When it comes to you

Something in me can't resist

The things that you do"

Again, Wednesday is bad at feelings, scared I think, terrified of loving Enid because that makes her vulnerable but still wants to take that step towards a relationship. She hesitates and watches, trying to make sure Enid feels the same to prevent her heart from breaking. Because no matter what she does, she can't fight her feelings. She can't resist Enid and her smiles, her positivity, her kindness, and her loving and forgiving nature despite having a family that constantly puts her down. Wednesday also loves Enid's willingness to spill blood if needed. She wonders about the fight with the Hyde even if the thought of Enid getting hurt makes her chest constrict. But she loves her and is more than willing to show everyone Enid is hers and off limits if Enid would let her. Addams are possessive and prone to jealousy after all.

Side notes: I base the jealousy/possessiveness thing off the Addams Family Values movie where Gomez and Morticia are dancing and they each get jealous at the other getting attention from someone else. I just know the Addams are strictly monogamous and don't tolerate anyone taking the love of their life.

And I enjoy fics where the Sinclairs are assholes to Enid cause I love when my favorites are in pain. But I also love when they actually love her and are just terrible at showing it. Like Esther genuinely has good intentions but goes about it the wrong way. The one thing that bothers me though is Murray being complacent. Like he can bridge the gap between mom and daughter and help bring a clear understanding if Esther actually cared but sucked with words. On the other hand, if Esther is just a bad mom then he does nothing to help Enid survive except say he's proud once Esther is out of ear shot. That's garbage to me.

Anyways sorry for such a long ask I got too into it. Hope you have a good day.

I love when my favorites are in pain

you're just like me anon, you're just like me

all good about the long ask buddy :^) is no worries, i just cant say much so lemme just post about it since i dont want it to just stay in the inbox

hope you have a good day too!!

#wenclair #song thoughts

[signedeclipse]

hello! seeing that your requests are open, I might as well send in a little (for like complex😓) scenario really quick!♡ (before I do so, let's just pretend ear pieces in the kny timeline😅) so, the famous kamaboko trio and quiet! fem! reader go on a mission where they must disguise themselves and act as if they are wealthy people. the three boys end up wearing fashionable suits, and reader wears an elegant dress. they're staying at a well-known and expensive resort. they go there suspecting that a group of men that work at the resort, are working with a demon due to clients going missing and their belongings disappearing. (I'll get to the point now, I'm sorry😭) they're so close to finding the demon, but alas, the four are rushed into a small bar in the resort by said employees for " a drink" so, they find themselves in desperate need of a distraction, for the demon's aura is slowly but surely getting away. the four are glancing at eachother anxiously, trying to see if any of them can come up with something. to their luck, reader clears her throat, gets on the table, and starts kicking the entire set of delicate plates and dishes, distracting the employees, giving the three boys time to get to the demon, leaving reader to defend herself against the brute men. once the mission is successfully completed, what would the boys have to say about the distraction, and would they have anything else to say regarding reader's behavior or appearance?

Kamaboko Squad [& Reader]

In which Tanjiro, Inosuke and Zenitsu are bewildered by how y/n choses to create a distraction.

The three were all pretty frozen, trying to think of something to get out of there as fast as possible

Tanjiro and Zenitsu seemed super nervous, while Inosuke just looked plain frustrated that these people kept causing you all problems

You, on the other hand, had a brilliant idea and great waste of delicious food

Before that, though, you picked up a brownie and took a generous bite or two out of it while bunching up your skirt in one hand so you could step onto the chair

" Y/N, what are you- "

" This tastes sooo goooood... "

You sounded remorseful as you stepped onto the table, quickly catching the attention of most of the crowd

Even more, eyes flashed to you when your heel kicked the first tray of shatterables and snacks onto the floor

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but as you went to kick the mountain of wine glasses, the employees began rushing toward you, and the boys made their quick escape

" Oopsies! "

Followed by another round of smashing was all they heard before they bolted toward the demon

After the mission, you were pretty proud of the mess you made of both items and employees

Tanjiro was pretty bashful, thanking you for your quick thinking but suggesting next time they talk it out a little more

Inside, he thought it was super cool of you and was glad you made it out of there unscathed

Zenitsu is practically floating around you, singing praises and offering to get you snacks to make up for the ones you had to trash

But he's also worried that you'd make a bad wife if you insist on breaking all the dishes like that

Inosuke asks if next time he can be the one to do it instead

You might have to stop him from trying to do it at the butterfly mansion a few times

Authors Note - And with that my inbox is at zero! Im gonna update my masterlist while I wait for more requests to funnel in <3 Hope you enjoy anon! Also the idea of you just kicking shit off the table was super funny to to me, so thank you!

#demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer headcanons #headcanons #kny headcanons #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #x reader #reader insert #kamaboko squad #tanjiro #tanjiro x reader #zenitsu x reader #zenitsu #inosuke x reader #inosuke

[toomuchracket]

following on from anon wanting to talk about smutty matty… thinking about you meeting him at a dinner party for your friends bday or engagement or smth (and maybe he had to leave straight from studio so you couldnt go together) and him trying to find any excuse to leave early because he wants to rip your dress off of you xoxo

i had another ask in the inbox that i'm going to modify slightly to fit in this one (anon who sent it i hope you don't mind!): being at dinner w your family and matty touching your thighs under the table and eventually going up stairs away from your family and him fucking you but you have to be quiet

ok! so let's say that you actually all go away for the weekend to celebrate your friend's 30th - he hires a big house somewhere out in the country, with its own pool and all that, and every couple has, like, their own suite/apartment within it. on the friday night, you're kicking off celebrations with a big dinner party in the MASSIVE kitchen, like a proper catered one, and it's a somewhat dressy event - you've got a gorgeous dark green velvet dress, asymmetric hem sitting right above your knee, with a DEEP sweetheart neckline (like, your boobs look tasteful but still absolutely incredible), and matty hasn't seen it at all. like you said, he comes to the house straight from the studio, meets your friend at the door and heads up to get changed without seeing you (you've been roped into helping make cocktails). anyway, matty comes downstairs freshly showered and shaved about half an hour later, in one of his fancy shirts and dress trousers (the polka dot saint laurent one he had on at the show the other night), and stops dead in his tracks when he walks into the kitchen and sees you standing there with your aperol spritz, talking with one of your girls. like, the man loses all coherent thoughts other than you in that dress, and literally cannot move until one of your other girls comes up beside him and goes "i know. she looks unreal", and matty turns to her and just goes "... i am punching so far above my weight", and your friend laughs. and you turn at the noise, beaming when you see matty, and walk over to him (on shaky legs, because he's so hot your knees go a bit weak) like "hi handsome", kissing him quickly and then asking "do you like my dress?" - matty's eyes go wide and he's like "do i like it? you're the most beautiful thing i've ever seen. honestly, sweetheart". and you blush and kiss him again and say "so you'd want to see it again?", and matty winks and says "preferably the next time i see it it'll be on the bedroom floor" and you're like "... that could be arranged" and matty gets so eager like "how about right now? we could say i had a migraine after recording all day and we need to go to bed!". and you giggle at his enthusiam but you say "we've been here for ten mins babe, we can't leave so soon! and dinner's about to start", and matty pouts but he knows you're right.

however, you being right doesn't deter him in the SLIGHTEST - throughout the hours-long meal, which is lovely, matty keeps up the compliments in your ear, alongside fantasies of what he wants to do when he gets you out of the dress, and asks you if the two of you can leave yet between every course. his worst behaviour, though, is during the champagne toast to the birthday boy after dinner - matty keeps one hand on the bottom of his coupé glass, but his other starts to creep up your thigh towards the hem of your dress, and then under it towards your lace-covered slit. and you just let him, because you're feeling needy for your extremely sexy boyfriend too, let matty's fingers dip behind your panties and drag up through your wetness towards your clit. when he touches it, your legs jerk, but you manage to keep control of your body, leaning over to matty and whispering "do you still have that migraine? maybe it's time for you to go to bed" and matty's like YES. so you bid farewell to your friends and tell them you'll see them tomorrow.

the two of you run up to your room, and literally as soon as you get in the door matty's borderline TEARING your dress off as you step out of your heels and get to work on his shirt. he groans when he sees you've no bra on, and starts kissing and sucking all over your chest while you undo the button on his trousers, and within about 3 mins of being in the room you're both fully naked on the bed kissing and grinding. and i think you're both so desperate that there's no need for foreplay or just anything other than matty being inside you - you offer to go down on him first, but he's like "babe i need to fuck you properly right now, please". and who are you to deny him, when you're as soaked and whiny as you are? so you line matty up, and he's inside you with one powerful thrust, just fucking you hard and fast and talking dirty in your ear, hand over your mouth so you don't scream, until you explode and he follows suit in seconds. and THEN you spend the rest of the night going down on each other, fucking until you're both on the verge of passing out, then falling asleep together. and the next morning, when matty catches sight of that green dress on the floor, there may or may not be a repeat of some of the previous night's activities... <3

#mads answers asks #mads muses #matty asks #smutty asks

[aecu]

i literally know no other girls that write for aespa so i will come with my head hung into ur inbox :( having messy sleepover sex with ningning is literally all i’ve been able to think about for probably the past week. anytime i do anything the idea is sitting pretty in the back of my head and it’s killing me slooowlllyy.

like can u imagine getting all dolled up with bestfriend!ning in pretty lace lingerie for funsies and maybe (just maybe!) as a joke you start kissing, but oh god, after a while it’s so much more than that. like it’s not a joke anymore when the two of you have drool dripping down your chins from how hard you’ve been pushing at each other’s tongues, and both your bras are long gone as you both grind on eachother’s thigh, desperately trying to get off because it all feels!!! too!!! good!!! and maybe the two of you are both fucking ditzes and forgot to lock the door and are too fucking loud that karina ends up walking in and i literally am just rambling bcus holy fuck she’s so pretty i need her lol

anon i would like you to know that my jaw actually dropped when i first read this, i had to send it to sophie right away because this is so%&$(@*)#( you have to be living inside my brain

i really love this concept so much though. the thought of you two trying hard to convince yourselves that a girls night that involves both of you lounging around each other in lingerie would stay entirely innocent is really amusing.

it starts with her teasing, joking comments about how you look so pretty in your lingerie and how she might be tempted to kiss you. her teasing words turn into teasing touches and before you know it, her lips are on yours, soft and flavored like her vanilla lip balm. the kiss is messy and frantic, slick with your shared spit and filled with desperation. she brings herself to sit on top of your thigh, lightly grinding onto the muscle. yizhuo’s arms wrap around you as her lips trail down your neck. the two of you are anything but subtle, loudly whining against each other’s lips at how good it finally feels to be touching one another.

both of you would shed your bras hastily, wanting nothing more than to feel each other in the most intimate way possible. the thought of how loud you’re actually being never seems to cross your mind until jimin—yizhuo’s roommate—opens the door to the room with a surprised look on her face. you pull away from the girl on your lap slowly, turning to look at the tall figure in the doorway. jimin doesn’t say much, despite coming there with the intention of complaining about the noise. you can almost see the gears turning in her brain, but before any words can leave her lips, she spins around and shuts the door, scampering back to her bedroom and wondering why seeing the two of you made her so wet.

#sorry this took so long i fell into a bit of a Slump but i’m feeling much better now #ningning sleepover anon please come back to me #i love you dearly #ningning smut #karina smut #aespa smut #men dni #asks #favs

[jjtheresidentbaby]

⚽️ here, thanks for getting to the last request so quick!

to me, hotch is the team’s dad for sure (minus rossi, he’s like the single rich italian uncle or grandpa). age order for his kiddos would be emily, morgan, penelope, jj, and reid, which I think is most accurate given their ages in real life? point is, based on that age order, reid is the baby of the family, which is normally how their family is written but jj is the youngest GIRL. and when it comes to the youngest girl in the family, you can bet everyone is protective, esp the dad. so I thought:

jj didn’t have the best father figure growing up. her parents were fighting on the verge of divorce when her sister died. and it’s canon that her father remarried to someone young. so hotch becomes her father figure early on in the seasons, esp when she’s regressed. that’s his little girl and he’d do anything for her, on and off the field. even during cases, he makes sure she’s either with him, safe at the station, or if heaven forbid he has to send her into the field, she’s paired with one of her brothers or rossi.

he doesn’t care if she regressed at work or on the plane bc he’s always prepared for it. a special thing he does is make a cozy safe place for her under his desk, after finding her hiding away in it one particularly hard day. she was anxious and rocking back and forth. he wasn’t able to coax her out but he still had to get his work done, so he let her stay and calm down at her own pace with him close to her. and eventually she does calm down, quietly hugging his legs from underneath the desk.

after that day, he starts adding to that small space: foam letter tiles, a blanket, some soft toys. just so she’d know she was safe and allowed to be there whenever she needed it, whether he was there or not. of course she loves it, clutching onto a soft toy in one hand, her other arm and legs wrapping around her dada’s legs. and even hotch would admit this soothes him too knowing she’s safe with him, even though her being regressed at work isn’t ideal.

but after hotch gets put into witness protection, jj doesn’t have this anymore. she doesn’t have her dada anymore and she hates it. but when Emily is named new unit chief and discovers this space under the desk, she knows right away it was for jj when hotch was still there. it explains all the times jj disappeared into his office for long lengths of time. and as jj’s remaining caregiver, emily keeps the space, even adding more to it: pictures of jj and hotch taped to the walls underneath the desk so jj could have her dada close to her when she needed him. it takes awhile before jj eventually uses the space again on her own but emily quietly reassured her that it’s hers and will always be there for her, that she may not be hotch but she cares for jj and wants her to be safe and happy no matter that headspace she’s in. and it helps emily too bc she misses hotch, the missing 1/3 in their trio, but she’s not alone so even if her and jj miss him, they can miss him together.

and yes, jj does the same thing to emily, hugging her legs from underneath the desk while sucking on her fingers. emily would reach under with a pacifier for her bc “no thumbs, sweet girl. that’s yucky.” She’d stroke her hair, sometimes asking her for her opinion on things while she’s hiding under the desk. sometimes jj responds, sometimes she doesn’t. but emily is just happy to have her there.

Under the Desk | Jennifer Jareau x Emily Prentiss x Aaron Hotchner

find on my ao3 here

a/n: everyone praise ⚽️ anon for having the best ideas!! this makes me wanna sob uncontrollably but also it is so so smart and I love it so very much. and me answering quickly is because my inbox is extremely empty and criminal minds has been in my brain so much (also hotchniss being Jj’s parents? Yes. Immediately yes.)

warnings: mentions of Hotch leaving (no Jack in this), mentions of scratch, angst, crying, anxiety, Hotch being referred to as ‘dada’ & Emily as ‘mama’, pet names in general

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Emily bows her head into her hands with a deep sigh, looking down towards the small area under what once was Hotchs desk, she knows what it’s for and why it’s there but she can’t help but wonder if it’ll ever get used the same way again.

The floors padded with a few fleece blankets, both Halloween ones that Prentiss recognizes are taken out of Hotchs old hall closet, stuffed animals line the back wall, a bunny, a dog, a polar bear, and a small tiger. A small box accompanies the toys, filled to the brim with hair accessories and a plethora of different pacifiers.

It looks perfectly untouched from the last time the little girl Emily knows sneaks under there was in this office, she always stands akwardly at Prentiss’s door now, not daring to even set a toe inside. Although Emily has remodeled a bit, setting up pictures of her and the team on her new desk, putting a few of her beloved cat aside them, it still feels wrong for her to be behind this desk.

It should be Aaron. Perfect Aaron who spent his weekends with Jj and Emily, taking them anywhere they wished, holding Jj close to his chest whenever she wanted, Emily knows it’s not the same for either of them. It’s incomplete, not only the team but their trio, two black haired people and a blonde that no longer sew together seamlessly like a hand made quilt.

Instead they’ve all drifted, Emily and Jj not being able to contact Hotch for any reason until Scratch is found, Aaron all alone god knows where, doing god knows what, it pains Emily, though she thinks Jj might be in more anguish.

Jennifer looks close to tears anytime Hotch is mentioned, Prentiss knows she longs for her Dada. A nickname she’s only heard through passing phone calls on late night cases, when Jj thinks Emily is asleep and isn’t listening in to how soft Hotch sounds when Jj mumbles out random things while she laid on her side with her phone on speaker.

It makes it all that much harder to stare down to the crook of comfort that Emily keeps from when Hotch was here, she can’t bring herself to change a single thing, not until Jj tells her it’s okay at least. That day may never come and Prentiss has that gnawing thought at the back of her head daily, that Jj may never slip again, may never be able to step foot into this office without crying.

The days pass deathly slow, ticking second by second, at least that’s how it feels anytime Emily is in the office. Not hers, she can’t refer to it as her own, even with her name on the door and belongings in the drawers, it’s still not hers and she feels out of place, like an intruder of the space.

-

Weeks go by and nothing changes. It’s still horribly painful to talk or think about Hotch too much, there’s still that look of disappointment on Jj’s face every time Prentiss walks out of the office and not Hotch, the shared looks of concern from the other teammates only growing stronger as the days go on.

Emily feels at a loss for what to do. How to help. Can she? Is there a way to help a little girl who’s dada just got ripped away from her without warning? She tries to find scratch, fighting her way with higher ups to get help with the search, it’s not enough.

None of it works or help or does a single thing, not that Prentiss had high hopes, she knows the only thing that will fix this is having Hotch back. Even a phone call would do more than all the tricks Prentiss is trying, just for Jj to hear his voice again, something other than the small recording Emily has caught Jj listening to on her phone as tears slowly drip down the blondes cheeks.

“Jj? Do you need something?” There’s a swell of hope in Emily’s chest when Jj shuffles into the office, actual feet inside, almost directly in front of the desk.

“Can- can I um…” The girl trails off with a fidget of her hands, pulling at her fingers and avoiding Emily’s eye contact. Prentiss has to remind herself to school her expressions, she’s well aware how Jj acts when she’s slipping, endless fidgeting and a mumble prominent in her voice.

“Would you like to sit under the desk?” The doors already closed, same with the shades, so Emily just gives a soft smile when Jj nods shyly then shuffles herself to the space by Prentiss’ legs.

“Jj?” Jennifer holds the stuffed polar bear up to her chest, legs crossed on top of the blanket, but what looks like tears building in her eyes.

“I- I miss Hotch. I miss him so much Em.” She chokes on her words, burying herself into the soft toy to conceal the tears and wetness in her tone.

“Oh sweetheart, I know, I do too. I wish he was here every day.” Emily’s heart cracks when Jj shifts to wrap one of her arms around Prentiss’ leg, hugging her knee to her face and keeping the bear between them.

“D-dada would- would let me hold onto him when he did paperwork, it’d make me feel better but- but it doesn’t make me feel better. I want him, I- I need him.” Jj begs quietly up to Emily, her head tilted up against Emily’s pant leg, tears staining the faded black material, Prentiss can only choke back her own tears while leaning to rest her hand in Jj’s hair.

“I know, I know, sweet girl. I don’t know how to help you, I wish I could go get him for you, I’m so sorry.” Emily stresses out the words around her own heavy breath.

“It doesn’t feel the same. I- I don’t feel the same.” A sob cracks free of Jj’s chest, the stuffed animal gets dropped out of her arm, instead she wraps around the fronts of both of Emily’s legs, crying high pitched against the black haired girl.

“Shh, Shh, I’m right here. I know it’s hard, nothing feels the same because it’s not. Hotch isn’t here, things are bound to change, to get messy, but I’m here. I’ll always be here, even if we can’t see Hotch.”

They stay in that position for a while, Emily bending to rub at Jj’s back, Jennifer wailing against Prentiss til she exhausts herself, Emily stays perfectly still when Jj eventually falls asleep against her legs, crying herself once the silence overtakes the room, pleading with nobody that Hotch will magically walk through the door and fix this disaster.

-

It never happens, a few more weeks and Hotch still can’t come back, it’s still Emily’s job to be in charge of the team and she still cries almost every time Jj slips under the desk to whimper to Prentiss about missing her Dada.

When they’re on a case or in front of the team it’s different, both are good at masking how torn up they are about everything, Jj has gotten quieter but nobody says anything, just like how nobody mentions how closely Emily has come to stick to Jj’s side.

She can’t help it, it’s what Hotch would do if he knew his little girl was upset. Aaron would assure Jj over and over til the blonde had no choice but believe him. It’s more difficult for Emily to get Jj to stop crying or to get her to do anything aside from staring at pictures of Hotch when she’s small, but she’s trying, they both are.

“Emily! Prentiss it’s Jj!” Emily can’t speed out of the office any quicker at Luke’s frantic yell from the round table room.

A million thoughts race around Emily’s head throughout the minute long sprint to the room, none of them come close to the image of Jj sobbing on the floor beside Reid. She’s curled into herself, head stuffed into her knees, arms over her head, body shaking with a small tremor, and sobs echoing throughout the room.

“What happened!?” Emily’s knees hit the floor in front of Jj in seconds, her worry overflowing as she looks helplessly over to Reid for an explanation, who looks up to where Garcia is staring down wide eyed.

“Garcia, what happened?” Emily’s voice is firm and serious, not meaning to snap but unable to stop herself.

“I- I was talking and- and we were talking about birthdays and today is Hotchs birthday and I didn’t think anything about it when I said it- but- but Jj started to cry and-.” It’s Hotchs birthday.

Prentiss knew that, she had meant to bring Jj into the office early today, they don’t have a case, just a paperwork and maintenance type of day, it should’ve been fine, but it slipped Prentiss’s mind and now she feels frozen in place listening to Jj cry.

“Okay, okay, all of you guys go to your desks, give her some space.” Emily orders after a beat of her mind reeling into how she hates that Jj has cried so much lately, almost never ending.

“Jj? Sweetheart, can we go into the office?” Emily asks in the softest tone she can muster with the lump in her throat, she wants to scoop up the girl in front of her, drive to wherever Hotch is staying, break his door in and force him to come home. Back to Jj. Back to them.

“I- I- I want Dada.” The blondes throat forces a strangled noise after the words that shatter Emily’s heart into nothing but dust.

“I know, we can go look at his pictures, I added a few new ones.” It’s about the only thing Prentiss feels comfortable changing, she’s taped some pictures of Hotch and Jj up on the walls of the small area under the desk, there’s one of all three of them that Emily added only a few days ago and Jj hasn’t seen yet.

“I don’t want you to leave.” Jj creaks, lifting her head the smallest amount to blink up to Prentiss, her wet eyes seeming younger than Emily has ever seen, she nods instantly.

“I won’t leave, I’m not leaving, we’re just going to go into the office and try to relax.” A hum before Jj stands on shaky legs to take Prentiss’s hand, clinging to her side as they move down the hall slowly, Emily trying not to look at how the team is standing down in the bullpen with concern plastered across their faces.

-

“See, this one’s new.” Emily pulls the picture down, handing it over to Jj who sniffles the faintest smile onto her face.

It’s from one of the many aquarium trips the trio took before Hotch left, Jj’s on Hotchs back for a piggy back ride, her face a bright smile over Hotchs shoulder, while Emily stands pressed into Aaron’s side, they all look equally as excited to be there. It’s where Jj acquired the polar bear stuffed animal, Emily honestly wouldn’t be surprised if all of the toys were from a trip that the trio had been on.

“Do you think Dada looks at pictures of us?” Jj tips her head to Prentiss, smiling a little more when Emily nods. There’s no doubt in her mind that Hotch has a lot of pictures he’s been staring at, he did that before he left so she can only imagine what he’s like now.

“Of course, I think he has boxes filled with pictures of us.” Prentiss throws an exaggerated tone to her voice that makes Jj giggle, a significant improvement than her past crying.

“He always took lots of pictures.” Hotchs phone storage was perpetually clogged from all the times he pulled out his camera to capture moments of the girls or all three of them.

“He sure did sweetheart, and I bet he misses us just as much as we miss him, probably even more.” Prentiss has overthought a million times about what state Hotch could be in, definitely not a good one, not when he has absolutely nobody, at least Jj can lean on Emily or vice versa.

“He’s not coming back is he?” Jj asks in a whisper, Emily quickly shuffles farther under the desk with the girl, cupping a hand at her cheek.

“I don’t know darling, I wish I could give you more of an answer. But I do know that he is your Dada, no matter what, he will always love you and care about you.” Prentiss rubs her thumb against Jj’s cheek, relishing in how the blonde leans into her touch.

“And you’ll always have this space, we can always think about Aaron down here, with all his pictures and things he got you.” Emily keeps going, her eyes training over to just how many pictures of Hotch are displayed, even one of his ties is taped up after Prentiss found it in the desk drawer.

“Dada was right.” Emily hums confused to Jj, tipping her head for the girl to continue.

“You’re a really good mama, just like Dada says.”

#jj writes #criminal minds agere #little!jj #caregiver!emily #caregiver!hotch #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #jj x emily x hotch #⚽️ anon