#u can tell im tired and just needed to get this idea out as soon as physically possible before it haunted me lol

[pinkcadavart]

I'm still learning the characters rn so this might not be accurate but please tell me its at least funny

#i saw that post that was like 'if you were my husband I'd poison your coffee' and 'if you were my wife id drink it' and got inspired #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #twisted wonderland #twst #rookvil #vilrook #idk what is more common a ship name for them and this isn't technically ship art but......... still #no one ask me to draw vil again I did not do him justice at all ghhhh #u can tell im tired and just needed to get this idea out as soon as physically possible before it haunted me lol #I FIXED the height difference bc I was embarrassed #i really thought Rook was taller until 2 seconds after posting and im ashamed #fanart

[imasoftieforbarb]

Hi! This had been on my mind for some time and im wondering if u can write it? Clay with a fiancee that unlike like most trolls is an introvert? And doesn't go out much. She looks tired, like messy hair and sleepy eyes.

It's because she has 4 older brothers of whom the oldest has a sickness which makes him bedridden, so she takes care of him. The other brothers have gone their seperate ways- only visiting once every 5 months or so. And could you also do brozones reaction to this? Take your time and thank you!

Clay x Introvert Fiancé Reader

He knew your family situation was sorta like his

He just didn’t know the extent of it

The way you guys met was through Viva

She introduced him to you cause you were pretty low key and he was too tired for upbeat-ness

When he asked you to be his fiancé you sat him down (after you said yes with the biggest smile ever) and explained the full story behind your family

The reason you leave Putt Putt Village every month? To look after your older brother who’s seriously ill

Your other brothers? You have no idea where they are

He comforts you through it all- he gets special permission from Viva to leave with you to look after your brother together

No way in hell is he gonna let you go through that alone

On your journey to where your oldest brother lives, he explains his family situation

And you both talk about it- a heart to heart

You definitely both start crying

I like to hc Clay as someone who likes to read to his S/O

So he reads to you to help you calm down and sleep

He meets your older brother who is absolutely ecstatic to meet ‘the famous Clay who’s got my little sister swooning’

You glare at him playfully from behind Clay

Clay enjoys spending time with your brother, who tells him that he’s happy you’ve got someone to lean on now

Clay sees how hard you work to make sure your brother has everything and is comfortable

Clay also meets the nanny (who apparently has a crush on your brother)

When you leave, your brother demands that he gets to come to the wedding and tells Clay to take extra good care of you

When he meets his brothers again, he introduces you but makes sure they don’t encroach on your personal space

Explains that you’re an introvert

They all go “aaaaaaaah gotcha” then start bombardons you with questions from a safe distance

They didn’t get the hint

You don’t go with them- Clay insists you stay in the village, he doesn’t want you in danger

You have a heartfelt hug and kiss before you run off to delay viva from finding out

“You gotta promise me you’ll be safe”

He presses a final kiss to your lips before softly resting his forehead on yours

“I promise”

It takes everything in Bruce to not cry

You do join in the journey with viva- you wanna make sure he’s alright

You end up being the one to free him from the shoulder pads and you have a quick hug through the diamond before they leave to trip Velvet

You stay with Viva and Poppy whilst the brothers cry for Floyd

Clay introduces you to Floyd as soon as possible

You end up getting along pretty well-

Then one day, when Brozone, Poppy and King Peppy are visiting Putt Putt Village to pick up Viva but also see the full extent of it

Your three other brothers show up

By this point your wedding is approaching and you’re stressing out a little bit

But you’ve also told Clay, and the others about your relationship with your other brothers

And even Poppy can see that the bond can’t be fixed

So when they show up?

They’re met with an angry Clay refusing to let them see you knowing how much it hurts when they turn up just to leave

Disappointed Bruce and Floyd who just look on with deadpan expressions, shaking their heads

JD runs to get you- letting you know that you have a choice and you don’t have to see them

You end up seeing them, holding Clays hand for comfort as you do the bare minimum of introducing them to everyone

Asking your brothers what they want now, only rolling your eyes when they tell you they need various things from you

You kick them out of the village, telling them the only way they can come to your wedding is if your older brother lets them come

They all pale cause there’s no way that’s happening

Clay holds you whilst you have a little cry

100/10 husband material

Let me know if I should do a PT2 the wedding!

#brozone #trolls band together #brozone x reader #trolls clay x reader #trolls clay #brozone clay x reader #brozone clay

[urhoneycombwitch]

im gonna be at work for high night 🙄 so save my self-indulgent idea for later lu

reader who keeps hitting the snooze button on their alarm and groans knowing they need to get up for work but they just really cannot find the motivation to. The bed is warm and they're so comfortable and what's the harm of calling out....

Eddie who notices they're still laying down, eyes closed and in that fighting off being awake state and he knows there's only so many snoozes they can hit before they're definitely going to be running late so he sneaks under the covers....

and he doesn't come back up again until reader is awake, a tired, but satisfied smile on their face as they blink up at the ceiling. He presses some kisses to their lips/cheek/neck, slick and smelling like them, going "Hi, pretty. Ready to get up now?"

nauuurrr anon 😞 we will miss you but hope u see this after ur shift 💖 eeeheeeeheeeheee I’m literally kicking my feet behind my back sleepover-style giggling at this. that ellipses is so sinister I gotta help it out

+18 mdni

cw: R receives oral + fingering while sleeping (has been previously discussed as a 👍), somno, Eddie’s a soft!dom

___

Eddie’s always so attentive to your needs and state of being- he’s naturally super empathetic. by no means a morning person himself, he learns quickly that the rhythm of your day is usually set by how you wake up.

he’s dealt with the consequences of you having been off to a bad start, before- it takes a huge amount of cajoling or kisses or swinging by the diner for waffles to shake you out of a grumpy funk. and based on the way you’ve been tossing and turning this morning, you’re about to have the most miserable work shift ever.

what he doesn’t have this morning, though, is a lot of time- waffles will have to be for another day. he’s got an even better idea for a sweet wakeup.

he moves slow, weight in his hands on either side of your sleeping frame, kissing as he moves down your body. first to your bare shoulder. then to the side of that pretty nightie’s strap. one for your pebble nipple, peaking through the silk.

Eddie trails his kisses down- one on your stomach, one for the bump of your cunt- pulling the sheets away as he goes.

with fingers nimble and dextrous, he feels for the band of your underwear while keeping his eyes on your face, careful to pause if your expression changes. the goal is to keep you pliant, for this next part…

he gets his head under the edge of your nightdress, pussy fully exposed to the eager lappings of his mouth. with one hand on your stomach to keep your center grounded, Eddie slips the middle two fingers of his other hand into your slippery cunt.

a soft shift of your hips, a whimper, and Eddie moves his hands with your pelvis, using the momentum to dip and catch your clit in his mouth.

he follows with his head as your hips sink back down into the mattress, sucking hard on your beating clit as he goes.

you must’ve been having a dirty dream, ‘cuz you’re already so tight around his fingers, slick pooling in his palm. he laps noisily into your cunt, wet squelch of his fingers bringing you to bleary consciousness.

“whuh- uh- oh fuck, Eddie-”

your legs jerk close on impulse, trapping his head between your thighs, and Eddie thinks he might’ve died and gone to heaven. fully clothed, about to cream his jeans from eating his girl out. sure, he’s down to meet god, but can it wait a second?

“was dreamin’ you- ah, yeah, there- dreamin’ of you doing this to me. fuck…” your voice ends in a hoarse rasp, your hands shooting into Eddie’s hair, tugging at the roots.

he ruts into the mattress, cock leaking steadily into the fabric of his briefs, humming with pleasure against your clit.

your back arches off the mattress, he hears that tell-tale, breathy little gasp, and you’re gone- clenching around his fingers like a vice, flooding against his pistoning fingers.

he’s gone just as soon as you, coming in hot spurts with each upstroke against the quilt below, moaning into your pussy.

he kisses a sticky trail back up your body, sliding your nightie strap into place, loving and firm- “morning, princess. go take a shower, and no complaining. as a thank you for the wake up gift- ‘kay?”

you wouldn’t dream of complaining, nodding easily to his command, sleepy and sated smile on your face. your arms reach to encircle his shoulders, and Eddie leans in for a kiss- he tastes like you.

#eddie munson x reader #lu’s anons #e.m. thots from lu #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #somno #tw somno

[princessbrunette]

baby daddy - barely holding down a job because of his attitude - line cook jj who feeds you waffles at his work for free as a ‘i’m sorry i knocked you up cause my pull out game ain’t that strong’ when he finds out. being a consistent thing that ends up with him taking ingredients for the ‘secret recipe’ home to their newly conjoined place because it becomes all she (she/her fem reader) craves. him introducing the baby to the work crew. I NEED PAPA JJ ✋

OHHHH MY GOD IM SCREAMING ???? this is exactly what i needed. anon u are an angel omg.

he gets the job as soon as he finds out you’re pregnant. it takes you like two weeks to build up the courage to tell him, because you’re terrified he’ll freak, have worries about being just like his dad and leave. you’re riddled with guilt, rubbing your tummy and crying, somehow feeling like it’s your fault, practically still kids yourself in your early 20s starting a life together. you were scared.

but jj, god, he’s just such a good guy.

he stares at you in shock when you tell him, taking his hat off and running his hands through his hair, and as you brace yourself to be told to get out, you’re met with a teary grin. “you’re not playing right? you mean it?” his voice is shaking. he’s… happy?

within the next two days he’s got that linecook job, called in a favour with some guy who ironically used to owe his dad— explained his situation, ‘look man, i got a baby on the way, i gotta step my shit up—’ the cravings hit hard and you’re seeing JJ a lot more than you planned, showing up at the restaurant for something to tide you over before dinner. JJ appears from the kitchen, bright smile on his face, backwards cap, grease stained white t-shirt, dark blue apron folded and tied at his waist. “there’s my girls.” he grins despite your bump only just being visible, plate of waffles in his hand for him to fork into your mouth whilst chatting, the restaurant pretty empty that day.

he’s tired, but happy to come home to you. your hormones are all out of whack, so sometimes you’re crying and hugging his tummy as he stands over where you sit in confusion, telling him you missed him so much when he was at work. other times you’re clenching your thighs in your little nightie, tits heavy and bump showing, telling him how good he looks in his work uniform and that he’s making you wanna take more of his babies, had you mentioned how much wetter you get when pregnant? JJ tries to keep up with your rollercoaster, happy to deal with whatever you throw at him.

once you have that baby life gets a little harder but it’s nothing the two of you can’t handle. a little girl, and JJ is relieved. he would have loved that baby all the same if it was a boy, but he has to admit the idea scared him a little — knowing his own relationship with his dad. this felt like a breaking of a curse, a fresh start. that baby is his whole entire world, and so are you.

“my weak pull out game is the best damn thing that happened to me.” he jokes, stretching an arm around you on the couch.

“your weak pull out game is making noise in her crib, can you go check on her?” you sark back with a tired grin, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

the baby is the sweetest. your eyes and hair, his nose and mischievousness. once you’ve gained back some energy and the baby isn’t screaming through the night anymore, you start to take her places, showing her your world. the chateau, the group taking turns holding her, arguing over who her number one aunt or uncle is. john b and sarah take the role somewhat as the babies god parents, minus the ceremony and legal title. pope and kie, uncle and auntie. it makes sense to all of you, and they all love that baby like it’s your own— offering their help whenever they can. your baby takes a liking to john b the most, warming your hearts when she falls asleep on his chest.

“its ‘cos hes such a dreamboat. look at him. daddy ain’t pretty like john b.” jj jokes, stretching on the couch opposite as the sun goes down.

“my god she’s so cute!” his best friend whisper yells with a pout as he looks down at her.

everyone takes to calling JJ ‘papa J’, once a random nickname turned reality. JJ is constantly calling you “mama” which makes you wanna get pregnant all over again. he gets super upset when he sees even a flicker of his own father in him, locking him self away for the night, crying until you let yourself in, the baby in bed, rubbing his back. you tell him he’s the best daddy in the whole world, and he is. he just needs to believe it.

#anon #linecook!jj #dad!jj #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank blurb

[luvsuperboard]

hyunjin, do you like having a dick?

pairing: boy bsf hyunjin x f.reader

contains: crack, drama queen hyunjin, the word dick and a whole conversation about dicks (well, clearly, look at the tittle) and some other curse words, mentions of periods and menstruating. mdni.

note: hihihi, LFMAOAOA OK SO, idk where the idea came from but is so fucking random i swear 😭, i also chose hyunjin for this bc his dramatic ass is perfect for this silly scenario, hope u enjoy!

-

you came out of the shower, cheeks flushed from the hot water and hair smelling like your favorite fruit scented shampoo. once you had on some comfy pajamas on you walked towards your bedroom–were hyunjin was ofc.

“you took like five years” his back was resting on the bed’s headboard, he had been reading a book or something while you were showering.

“shut up” you threw him the little towel you were using to dry your hair as you just fell on top of the bed, letting a big sigh out “im so jealous of you right now” you said with your face buried in the soft pillows.

“first of all, how dare you throw your dirty towel on my beautiful face,” the disgusted face he made was crazy “and second, jealous of?”

you sat up, tugging your hair behind your ears before taking a deep breath “wait hold on before you say anything” he put the book aside and stretched, giving you that ‘let it out’ stare.

“it’s not that bad, it’s just..” you played with your hands but soon stopped when you remembered you were talking to hyunjin, the mf knows everything about you so why would you be ashamed of sharing this?

“i’m on my period, i’m cramping so fucking bad, and like do you know what is it to have to deal with cramps? imagine you are peacefully sleeping, on a friday night after eating the most scrumptious pizza ever and you feel like your life is perfect because oh man, what can go wrong? i just ate and i’m happy and i’m sleeping. WELL NO! A FUCKING CRAMP THOUGHT IT WAS OKAY TO SHOW UP IN MY SLEEP AND WAKE ME UP!” you slapped the mattress, okay well you maybe had to let some things out.

“AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED WHEN I STOOD UP MY BED AFTER I WAS AWAKENED BY THAT BITCH? A BIG, oh hyunjin when i tell you it was big is because it was. A BIG ASS RED-“

“OKAY NO NEED TO GET SPECIFIC I GET IT, BREATHE” he caressed you back to comfort you.

he couldn’t help it but laugh at the way you were trying to catch your breath “come here” he patted his lap as in a way of telling you to rest your head on it, so you did. “you’re crazy” he said while playing with your now not so wet hair.

“it’s just so annoying sometimes like ugh”

“i can’t say i relate like i always do, but you’ll be fine. it’s normal, just make sure to rest and not be climbing the walls like the weird creature you are, yea?” he whispered and kept playing with you hair.

“hm, i guess”

you stayed for a while like this; completely spacing out and staring at the ceiling while your head rested on his thighs until he broke the silence “so, why were you jealous of me?”

you quickly lifted your head from his lap and sat again “oh yea, well i was ‘jealous’ because you don’t get periods? duh” his lips were in a ‘o’ shape and he nodded.

“so? that’s it?” his eyebrows furrowed as he was expecting you to say something else.

“yeaaa? wait oh my god”

“oh god please no”

“LATE NIGHT TALK!”

you both spent the night talking and giggling about the most random stuff, but you enjoyed this, everything started because of your tiny rent about being sick and tired of menstruating. but for some reason a question popped up in your mind, yall were talking about anything. so, why don’t kill the curiosity and approach the moment by asking?

“hyunjin”

“hm?”

“do you like having a dick.” you said with a straight face, you were seriously trying not to laugh, you truly wanted to know.

“HUH?!” his answer made you burst out of laughter, his ears turned bright pink. cute.

“LISTEN, GOD WHY ARE YOU BLUSHING? IT WAS JUST A QUESTION”

“WELL I DONT GET ASKED THAT EVERYDAY, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?”

“WHY ARE WE YELLING?!”

“I DONT KNOW”

“okay let’s calm down” he gulped and waited for you to speak again.

“hyunjin, do you like having a dick?” you said with a tiny smile, as soon as he heard you he started massaging his temple.

“y/n you are so fucking weird-“

“ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION.”

“FINE,” he looked around as if there was people in the room and as if it was some confidential information what he was about to say “it’s cool i guess”

“pft, you guess?” he just shrugged but you wanted him to say more “cmonnnn, for example; if i had a dick-“

“please don’t”

“i’d be hard all the time.“

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

“IM JUST SAYING BRO, LIKE, IS THERE ANY PROS AND CONS OF HAVING A DICK?” he sighed and shook his head dramatically “no there’s not, y/n, it’s just a body part”

“there has to be”

“THERE IS NOT. LEAVE ME ALONE IM GONNA GO CRY IN A CORNER OR SOMETHING” he hid under the blankets like a little kid, but you pulled them off him and continued with your mission of killing the curiosity.

“YOU SAID ITS ‘cool i guess’. THAT MEANS IT HAS PROS RIGHT?”

“lord save me”

“I HEARD IT CAN FALL OFF? IS THAT TRUE?”

“WHAT THE FUCKITY FUCKING FUCK, NINE ONE ONE HELP”

“WHAT, NO DONT SAY THAT YOU WHORE, PEOPLE ARE GONNA THINK IM KILLING YOU”

“LEAVE ME ALONE THEN”

“hold on i just thought of an amazing question”

“I WANT MY MOM”

“does it glow in the dark? JUST KIDDING”

“MOMMM”

“wait but does it?”

“MOOOOOOOM”

“SHHH, oh also do you have a name for it?”

“i swear to god- wait what did you say?”

“a name for your little mate”

“no but thanks for the idea, AND IM NOT TELLING YOU ONCE I HAVE A NAME FOR IT”

“CAN YOU MOVE IT MENTALLY?”

“IM SO DONE WITH YOU, WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? GOOGLE EXISTS”

“UGH, WHAT ABOUT WHEN IT’S COLD.. does the size chang-“

“oh my god, i’m gonna call chan”

“YOU’RE GONNA ASK HIM IF HIS LITTLE FRIEND CHANGES SIZE DEPENDING ON THE WEATHER? oh but im the weird one okay”

“ARE YOU CRAZY?” he softly flicked your forehead with his middle finger “IM GONNA CALL HIM BECAUSE IM SCARED” you saw how he was about to pull his phone out his pocket but you stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

“LET ME GO!”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION”

“NO!” he jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom, locking himself in and resting his back on the door just in case you could enter.

“COME HERE YOU ARTSY BITCH”

“HELLO? CHAN HYUNG?”

“HE’S PROBABLY SLEEPING STOP LYING”

“THAT BOY DOESN’T SLEEP, ARE YOU DUMB?”

“shit you’re right, anyway. HWANG HYUNJIN, LET. ME. IN.” this time the little trick of kicking the door didn’t work since hyunjin had put his weight on it.

“NEVER!”

“YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO LET ME IN! just answer the question..”

“I SAID NO, BRO GO ASK JISUNG OR SOMETHING”

“i already did.” oh yea when it comes to tea you know you’ll have hyunjin there, so he opened the door slowly.

“really?” you nodded and he gasped dramatically, drama queen ass.

“so? what did he say?”

“come to the bedroom and i’ll tell you every single detail”

“deal.”

you spent like an hour or so telling hyunjin about what you asked han, plus more tea yall spilled through the conversation, which was enough for you to forget about the initial goal. as soon as you remembered you tapped his shoulder.

“just go to sleep, we’ve talked enough, it’s two in the morning” he said and it’s not like you’re dumb to not know he was fake-yawning too. you rolled your eyes and covered your body with the blanket. still curious, kind of mad, and not wanting to sleep since the talking had shaken your tiredness away.

he let out a deep breath when he felt your body relax underneath the blanket, he thought you had finally fallen asleep and-

“if i had a dick for a day i’d be laughing so hard like, does it just… hang there?”

“Y/N!”

#hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #hwang hyunjin #skz #skz x reader #stray kids scenarios

[4dtk]

but what if . . what if i sat on jjk men ' s laps huh what then

ೃ⁀➷ SITTING IN JJK MEN’S LAPS <33

the way this ask was sent in last week honey im so sorry!!! this week was busy. ANYWAY i loved writing this... especially nanami’s wew 😵‍💫

listing in order of the diff characters, tell me if i missed anything out! / fingering, vaginal penetration, clit stimulation, hints of cuckholding and exhibitionism and voyeurism, degradation, praise, clothed sex, dry humping/grinding, unprotected sex for all, use of ‘sir’, daddy kink, pet names for all, name-calling for some (slut, whore), n*sfw under the cut

GOJO loves you on his lap. it pairs with the hc that he always needs to be touching you, and what better to touch you then by already having you in his grasp right?? other than the obvious cuddling he likes it when you’re snug in his arms. in meetings, watching a movie, in public transport you name it! he likes to caress your thigh and he knows how it affects you when you rub your thighs together. gojo is tame, he tries to be but sometimes he lets his horniness get the best of him. most times, he’s pulling you into his lap more than you are sitting down on his lap, too, so u can imagine the surprise he gets when you fall onto his lap one day with innocent intent, bored out of your mind and tired of watch him do up his stupid reports for his stupid missions at the last minute. you just wanted to go home already, but gojo had other thoughts.

“missing me already?” you can’t argue against your boyfriend’s question, especially when all he’s done is ignore you to fulfil the reports principal yaga had asked him to complete. against your pride, you nod as you plop down on him with your back to him, vaguely skimming over the report that he’s written for the mission in a nearby town. it’s boring details, something that you’re still able to pay attention to even when you feel gojo’s arms curl around you, and it becomes clear to you that your idea of attention is different from your boyfriend’s. soon you can feel his hands turn fidgety, failing to pull away when his hands squeeze your thighs and spread them. he mindlessly places kisses along your shoulder, not caring that the door was so obviously unlocked. “you know i can’t help myself when you sit on my lap, now, princess?” gojo purrs into your ear, thanking the gods that you had worn a skirt today. “will you let me finger your pretty little pussy?” you’ve already sunken into him, hands gripping tightly onto his office’s table while he teased you through your panties. they were soaked in that short period of time, and gojo knows it’s all because of him — but you know you’re not leaving the school until he get what he wants. he inserts a finger, and another, relishing in the way your back arches against him and he hums at your pleas, other hand rubbing your clit in circles. “satoru— need your c-cock, fuck…” you moan out as your hips move with their own mind, grinding down onto his bulge, making the other sigh shakily before he decides that foreplay would take too long. “dirty whore, leaving such a big stain on my pants, just begging to be fucked in school,” gojo stands up and pushes down on your body, your ass still moving against his pelvis and he groans while removing his pants impatiently. he makes sure you’re in good view, tugging your head up by your hair, “if you’re going to be a slut, then i want you to look nanami in the eye when he comes ‘round to collect my report later, got it?”

GETO is in the middle tbh, he likes it as a form of cuddling etc but he also doesn’t really go out of his way to pull you in? and when he does, a lot of the times he likes it to be cute and soft and wouldn’t initiate anything unless you do. geto having you in his lap is his favourite when he’s very sleepy or drunk or crazy in love lol, he’s always turning your head to the side and littering ur face with kisses and likes to worship your body whether it’s from behind or from the side (if he wants to he’ll turn your body). and even from the front if you happen to be straddling him. oh and he loves to make out when you’re on top of him, but yes like i said, a lot of times when you’re on his lap, he won’t take it as anything sexual unless you do something. so you did, upon enjoying your boyfriend having a dream about you, panting and sighing at the lack of friction on his half-hard cock.

you stir when you hear soft pants next to you, feeling awfully sweaty from the morning heat already kicking in. it’s too bad you forgot to switch the fan on last night, but you hardly pay the discomfort any mind when your boyfriend pants again, and then moans out softly, hips thrusting into the air. you pocket it into your mind, partially because you only know yourself to be the needy, horny bitch in the relationship, but also because you think you’ve never seen something more pretty. with his long hair around him and the little ride up of his shirt that exposes his torso, you quickly snap a photo before quietly getting on top of him, breath hitching when you hear him moan louder — this time with your name laced in between. naturally, your own hips move, grinding down on his dick in time with him as your underwear gets wetter with each movement, possibly even soaking through your shorts. “baby? fuck, that feels so good—” geto groans out, hands gripping onto your hips to still your movements, although it doesn’t do much. peeking at you through the morning sun, he reluctantly sits up to kiss you, whining into the kiss at the friction of your cunt against his cock. it makes him intoxicated on the feeling of being so close yet so far in terms of clothing. “does it feel good, sugu?” you mumble into the messy and uncoordinated kiss, hands wandering everywhere while yours tangle into his hair. there’s drool that drips down the side of your mouths and the rhythm of your hips is what geto can’t get enough of. “fuckin’ love it, sweetheart. i fuckin’ love you,” he confesses and it makes your heart soar, cut off shortly by how he hurriedly tugs down his sweatpants and pulls your panties to the side; the sudden exposure makes you gasp, “and i need to be in you, i need to feel you squeezing my cock, baby.” geto’s words are slurred, and it makes you aware of the intimacy, mewling into the crook of his neck when he nudges the tip in, and slowly inches into you. breaths are exchanged and you cannot take your eyes off of your lover’s pleasured face. “p-please move, sugu, need you to m—” your sentence is cut off as he snaps his hips into yours, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. “you’re doing so well, s-shit. take my cock like the good girl you are.”

NANAMI wouldn’t have you on his lap that often, i don’t think so. he wouldn’t want you to interrupt his work at home because then he would get distracted by your presence and as we all know, he doesn’t like doing overtime. if you do get onto his lap though, you’d be shut down if you try anything funny. he’s not exactly mean about it per se but more of just holding your hips down or trapping you against him because he’s trying to focus and you are making it difficult for him to focus. the man has nerves of steel if we’re being honest, so you’d have to try really hard if you want him to abandon work. on weekends when he doesn’t need to be on duty though, you best believe it’s very domestic and soft, watching your favourite with you in his lap sideways while you cuddle into his neck and small makeout sessions in between episodes. still, you enjoy being bratty the most, and most days you taunt him knowing you have a punishment that would eventually be delivered to you.

“sweetheart, stop.” nanami’s warning came like a blessing to you, because you know with each stern sentence you were closer to getting him off of work. you knew it came with a price, a higher stake today as he was working from home, but when your boyfriend ignores you for the most of the morning and afternoon, you think it could be worth it. it was even a miracle that he let you onto his lap especially since he had to be on a call for the whole day just so his boss wouldn’t think he was doing “something else”. at first, you were prepared — staring blankly at your phone or reading a book for the past few hours but you were started to get bored by noon, only starting to wiggle your hips a few hours after lunch.  thank fuck the video and mic was off. “darling, i said stop. i need this report out by today.” but you won’t listen, not one bit, removing yourself from the embrace to come face to face with him and you almost consider backing out seeing the expression on his face. “yeah, but i need you, sir,” nanami has the feeling of your cunt against his bulge memorised, so he knows you’re soaked and pliant, ready to be used any time. he could get an extension, or he could get fired for inappropriate acts, he wanted to leave the damn job anyway. “fine. if you want to be a fucking whore, then act like it. take off your clothes,” your mouth is agape for a few, before nanami mutters out again. “do i need to repeat myself? strip.” you’re quick to obey, the absence of clothing allowing you to feel the drag of your clit against him better, hips moving pathetically with soft whines. “you got it, baby. i want you to grind against me; i’m not going to fuck you until you cum without my touch.” it’s torture, knowing how difficult it was for you to get off just by grinding, but you were willing to do anything, starting to move your hips more vigorously against his clothed cock. “you’re such a fucking whore that you’d be willing to moan for everyone to hear, right?” you nod, moans increasing in volume at the thought of his colleagues hearing you lose yourself, “yes, sir. f-fuck, feels so good!” nanami smirks, leaning back into his chair and enjoying the view, and he doesn’t mind his (ex-) colleagues taking in the sight of your sensitive body rutting against him, either. “that so? better soak my trousers, then and i’ll let you cum on my cock like the greedy slut you are.” 

TOJI semi loves it ig, only because he’s a huge hulking guy and likes to see you in his lap all small and comfy. obsessed when you’re sleepy or delirious from the lack of sleep that you tend to curl up into him quite a bit. most of the time the dirty fucker is thinking about how to ruin you though, but of course he does it only with your consent (he’s also a filthy man bc he likes somno imagine him trying to contain himself LMAOO poor guy). you in his lap is still a hot and cold situation though, bc he is still a stoic individual and doesn’t show vulnerability easily so he has like the bare minimum going on, like hand on thigh but looking somewhere else or pretending to focus on something else while holding your hand; it’s pretty cute! toji never hesitates to take advantage of any situation, however, and he always loves turning the tide in his favour because he knows you like it too, especially when there’s others in the room.

“toji— megumi’s just right there!” you whisper to him when you feel his hand on your thigh. it wasn’t unusual for toji to be touchy, always needing you whenever his son wasn’t around. tonight he was bold, pulling on your leg and trailing his hand down your torso before swatting him away. “so?” toji just rolls his eyes at another rejection; with his dick aching to be in you, he couldn’t care less that his son could find out that his friend was fucking with his dad. in fact, he wanted him to know — showing off how well your cunt could take him or how deep you’d go down on his fat cock. megumi’s eyes stay rooted to the TV, a little engrossed into the show to notice how you and toji go back and forth, how toji’s large hand cups your pussy, how the warmness and friction makes you grind up against it and how you moan softly that the other’s head snaps back to you. you can only manage a small, shaky smile, saying how you hit your finger before thanking the heavens you at least had a blanket over you. “dirty girl, lying so easily and moaning for daddy like that. wonder what other noises you’ll make when i…” he mumbles lowly, hands dipping into your panties to rub your clit slowly. before you know it, he’s moved you onto his lap, “...slip my fingers in.” he does just that, enjoying how your body twists against him trying to take his thick, longer fingers. you know how wet you are, dripping onto his digits that continue to torment you slowly, and you just hope megumi can’t hear the lewd noises. “daddy — shit — i need you in me, i need you to fuck me, p-please,” toji groans softly at the nickname leaving your mouth, sparing a little glance toward the other watching the television who happened to be nodding off. “daddy will you fuck you dumb soon, okay? hol’ yourself up for me— that’s it, atta girl,” toji yanks down his pants, erection slapping across his navel before guiding you onto his length under the blanket. you lower yourself onto him, whining quietly at how he fills you up and at this point, you can’t care about megumi, focusing on the stretch of toji’s dick in your sopping pussy and his whispers in your ear. toji slaps a hand over your mouth, the situation exciting you so much that you’re clamping down on him, “you’re squeezing me so tight, fuck… we have to be quiet, alright, baby?”

CHOSO is ur baby, what do u mean you’re sitting in his lap? HES the one in your lap. ok im playing but he likes affection that goes both ways so whenever you’re cuddling there’s always a tangle of limbs that you can’t tell who is who. when you’re on his lap, you’re either kissing or sleeping, with the occasional instance of watching a movie or watching choso game (he loves gaming fr). there’s a tenderness that comes with cuddling with choso, esp when you’re on his lap. just like geto, he doesn’t get sexual until you initiate it but for choso, he’s like shocked at the aspect of cuddling + sex but once he gets into it, it’s his FAVOURITE kind of sex. just the closeness of it, the way he can feel your body against him at all times. and because you’re on top, he’s also able to take the reins while letting you do what you want to his body, so give and take on both sides. 

“love, you gotta stop wriggling around like that,” choso mumbles into your hair, unsure if you’re aware of what you’re doing or whether you’re trying to find a comfortable position, but he knows that if you continue on, he’s going to call off his match with yuji, todo and noritoshi. you just hum, feeling safe in the haven of his arms whilst you tune out the annoying sound effects of the firing guns and grenades that go off in these battle-slash-fighting games that you never really understood. you can faintly hear yuji yelling at your boyfriend to cover him, but you can only smile hearing no reply since choso liked to play on mute. only you know the reason why: you could always feel him heat up at his friends teasing him, a deep red decorating his pale skin right down to his neck. kissing the skin there, choso freezes up and jerks at the sudden contact, and you giggle when there’s an explosion of a grenade that his character accidentally throws; this is probably why your boyfriend started turning off his mic. “you’re so sensitive, love. even when i do this.” in the next minute, choso definitely knows that you know what you’re doing — it’s just that you decided to keep quiet about the erection that’s formed. “what about this?” choso’s eyes flit down to his crotch where you’ve pulled down his sweatpants, breath hitching as you begin stroking his hardening cock. choso’s idle on his controller now, burying his face into your neck to moan continuously, swearing under his breath when you grind your pussy onto his tip. “holy shit, you’re dripping, sweetheart,” you smile up at him, mouth dropping open when you feel choso take over. “move your panties to the side for me, good girl.” your eyes nearly roll back, sighing shakily when the other drags his dick up and down your folds, finally pushing in the tip before you bottom out eventually. the room feels like it's spinning with the coloured lights and the faint smell of the diffuser, hardly able to focus on anything but the insatiable feeling of choso’s pulsating cock in you. “you should probably leave the game,” you say with a chuckle, cut off by a moan when he holds your hips up and thrusts into your hole, the resonating smack of skin against skin making the both of you whine. “it’s — hah — f-fine, i don’t think i can be away from this cunt any longer.” choso sets a rhythm before you can protest, driving his length deep into you and letting him use your body however he wants. “you’re so t-tight, baby, i don’t think i can last very long. but you’re going to take, shit, all of my cum, right? yeah, you are.”

if y’all are still up for thirsts, hell, i don’t mind lol. send them here

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[spacexseven]

tuna you have nooo idea how many ideas i have about yans falling for their doctors but i will give u something simple: port mafia; ie: chuuya, akutagawa, pm dazai, etc. x good-natured hospital doctor. one day theres a major clamor about how someone turned up outside the hospital with grievous injuries. at first its all hands on deck to help them, but eventually someone figures out that theyre mafia and everyone jumps ship. darling’s colleagues try to persuade them away from the dying mafioso, telling them how getting involved with the mafia in ANY way will turn out bad for them and to just leave them to their fate, but darling keeps to their oath and decides to take over their care.

its tiring work, working round the clock alone to keep this bastard alive, but it’ll all be worth it in the end, right? wrong. yan’s FIRST order of business when waking up and finding themselves in a hospital is to flip out. threats, attacks, the whole shebang. big tantrum. eventually darling reasons with them that theyre far too injured to go anywhere for the time being without like. dying. (this wouldnt work on dazai that well lol) and if they wanted to turn them in or kill them they wouldve done it like 2 days ago. they even agree to submit to the mafia’s retaliation if they find their care insufficient. their patient agrees, albeit very angrily, and darling sets off on the worlds most thankless job. 

any of these fuckers will give darling a run for their money. dazai would spend a lot of time trying to intimidate them into letting him out early or goad them into killing him, stealing things to hurt himself with, harassing the nurses, faking symptoms, anything he can think of to make their life harder. chuuya is just NASTY, nothing to say to the person Saving His Life besides threats and insults. can never leave a check up on akutagawa without at least one bruise. so on and so forth. no support from colleagues either, darlings decision to Do Their Job making them a pariah. even so, they offer their testy patient their care and kindness without falter. as soon as theyre well enough to get up and walk out, thats exactly what they do, and darling would be lying if they said they werent glad to wash their hands of the whole thing. they’re, of course, back the next week with a new injury that they INSIST that DARLING SPECIFICALLY must look at and suddenly acting like they’re besties. darling lets them, of course, even as the injuries they come in with are more and more ridiculous, all the while trying to gently steer them away from ever coming back before they get them arrested. 

well, if you didnt want them hanging around you maybe you shouldnt have been so sweet. are they supposed to forget about you holding their hand through shockwaves of pain? your soothing voice? the way you stayed up all night to watch over them while they slept? do you think they get THAT at the mafia infirmary? say, why dont you come and work there! they see how your colleagues spurn you, how ungrateful your other patients are for you. doctors are VERY highly regarded among the mafia, itd be a great fit for you! itd also let them personally make it up to you for being so awful before. win-win, right?

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i am terribly sorry about how long it took for me to answer this 😭😭😭 i did consider a similar idea but w/ darling doing the underground doctor job for extra money (we need to start raising funds for darling) as well if you're interested!!

im gonna use dazai as a placeholder for this if u want one w chuuya and aku lmk :>

cw: yandere characters, obsessive behavior, jealousy, obsession, injuries, harassment, taking advantage, implied coercion.

injuries aren't uncommon in this line of work, and bleeding out with a terrifyingly gaping wound is not a new sight for port mafioso. usually, though, mori already arranges for other people to come in and take care of the injured, and they steer clear of hospitals and clinics. it's not smart to get civilian doctors involved in this.

usually, things go as planned.

today, it didn't. dazai's subordinates were strewn somewhere else, leaving him wounded and isolated. to make things worse, he was positioned awkwardly close to a busy street. he should have anticipated that the enemy would have some other trick up their sleeve. now what? was he going to die here, like a disgraced dog? he would prefer something less painful and embarrassing, but beggars couldn't be choosers...

maybe he should have accepted mori's offer of even more backup.

he couldn't reach for his phone, and even if it didn't hurt so bad and he could get it, his fingers were trembling so much that he knew he couldn't type out anything. god, how pathetic. death was death. he couldn't be too picky about it, could he? he would welcome the end.

to his surprise, he woke up.

he was sure he was in a hospital. the plain walls, the simple bed. the papers nearby and the person in a white coat gave it away. this was bad news, terrible news. he wasn't supposed to go to any hospitals or clinics unless mori said so, and now he was here, getting treated by any regular civilian doctor.

obviously, dazai decides the best course of action is to kick up a fuss. they wouldn't hold him here against his will, right? he screams and kicks and threatens everyone until he's exhausted and the staff is ready to throw him out themselves, but you stop them. he recognizes you as the person in his room when he woke up, and watches as you defend his behavior by telling everyone how confused and frightened he would have been after waking up with no recollection of what happened in between. confused, frightened? he was mortified by your choice of words, and worse yet, it was working. everyone backed down, turned their backs and went on with their day.

and you have the audacity to turn back and smile at him like you hadn't just embarrassed him, telling him that it was expected he would have reacted so negatively, promising to help make sure his stay was as comfortable as possible. what stay? he wants to get out, but when he voiced this demand with a hoarse throat, you look more shocked and rush off to get him something for his voice instead. you sit down beside him with a hand on his and carefully explain why he has to stay and why it's important he works with you for a speedy recovery. you ask him for who you should contact since he didn't seem to have any existing identity, but he only turns away and tells you he wants to leave.

he does this for as long as he's hospitalized, complaining about everything, reminding you he doesn't have cash and that killing him would be your best course of action, since he couldn't afford the bill anyway. he tries to run away and pull off stupid stunts, but nothing works. it's infuriating how calm you are about everything. you leave and go back to your usual routine, stopping by to check up on him occasionally. the other staff, however, look terrified of him, and he relishes in the trembling hands and rushed exits. during one of their visits to sort out his room, dazai pretends to sleep so they can actually get things done without fearing he will kick them all out the window, and overhears a particularly interesting conversation.

he learns that you were the one who insisted they treat him despite everyone else noticing the signs that he was probably part of some underground organization. some determined line about how it's your job and you need to help everyone regardless of personal feelings. he thinks it's all bullshit, but your determination...is kind of cute. it's only a matter of time before you end up as soulless and exhausted as everyone else in the city, though.

then the long awaited day comes, and you announce that he can leave. he doesn't care to ask for a bill or thank you, running out and disappearing to talk to mori again, but he would be lying if he said he didn't think about you even after that day. for some reason, something about you really stuck with him. it might have had something to do with your relentless insistence to help, your unwavering patience, your calm conduct, or maybe your...voice. your sympathetic tone, your firm hold...your presence.

a week later, dazai shows up to your workplace and demands he get his hand checked out. he whines until they drag you down and then he exaggerates his terrible condition, how important and urgent it was and how he needed to be kept inside the hospital for a few weeks at least this time. it's very serious, you know. you saw through his lie, but you don't bat an eyelid, immediately complying to his outrageous demands. he was a little happy that you hadn't changed. so despite how often he showed up, with a new but small injury, you took it in stride and treated him with all the concern and seriousness he expected. could you blame him if he liked to be fussed over like this?

what he didn't like was the knowledge that you treated all your patients like this. none of them deserved the same meticulous inspections, soothing touches, dedicated service, and warm smiles you gave. it wasn't fair that he came in all beaten up and you could only come in for a quick greeting before rushing out after another patient. and for what? your meager pay? well, if he could talk to mori and get you brought over as a personal doctor for some of the high-ranking members, you'd get paid well and you could be with him all the time while doing what you loved. it was the best of both worlds, wasn't it?

#yandere bsd #yandere x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs x reader #yandere dazai x reader #yandere dazai #yandere dazai x reader #yandere dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #doctor reader 🐟

[wildflowerluver]

HI I LOVE YOUR WORKS AND YOURE AWESOME !!! some of my fav hotch fics ever for real <3

if you’re still looking for ideas for the aaron hurt/comfort idea you posted about i thought i'd try to supply you with inspo ! maybe reader is an anxious overthinker (couldn't be any of us hotch stans wdym) and is feeling really anxious bc they feel like they made a friend mad/upset for some reason bc the friend seemed a little off + hasn't replied to readers messages. so poor reader is just so concerned and scared they did something wrong and on top of that they're tired, stressed, and overall overwhelmed so they just CRYYY and ofc hotch comes along and does his comfort thing and reasons through it with them. and then reader's friend texts them back like hey sorry i was really busy today but yeah! we should definitely go out more, i had a ton of fun today!! bc we need closure here LOL and then reader can cuddle and fall asleep with hotch to get out any lingering anxiety and take care of that sleepiness fr

THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRY MY BRAIN WAS TRYING SO HARD TO COME UP WITH SOMETHING AND IT TRIED A LITTLE TOO HARD I THINK LMAO hopefully this sparks something for you tho ! of course feel free to do what you wish with this, change it around, whatever it may be there's always no pressure !! happy vibes for you <3

(ria!!! thank u for ur request ily <33) fem!reader, anxiety, mentions of past friendship issues, hurt/comfort vibes, 1k words

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you had a natural tendency to overthink.

every interaction, big or small, seemed to replay in your head for hours. had you said something off? did that person see something strange about you?

you were terrified to tell aaron about your struggles with anxiety and overthinking. it hadn’t gone well in the past several times and you didn’t want aaron to leave too. but, he didn’t. it never even crossed your mind.

aaron collected you in his arms, squeezing you tightly and thanking you for telling him. he asked what you needed from him.

“reassurance,” you spoke tentatively. not once had a previous partner asked how they could help. “and maybe a kiss.”

his laugh was full-body, lips upturning. “i think both of those can definitely be arranged.”

___

aaron hadn’t been home a lot recently.

he was away on a case down in texas, then swarmed with meetings and paperwork, another local case, and more paperwork. the absence of him was starting to impact you severely.

just in the way you were open about your anxiety, he was open about his job and the time aspect of it. he called or texted, reassuring (like he promised), that he would be home soon or the timeframe of the case. you just couldn’t help your intrusive thoughts from creeping up. 

you tried to fill his absence in a productive way, maximizing the time you had outside of work by reaching out to some friends to hang out. your friend B and you set up a lunch date. she was a close friend and you knew being in her company would help your mood.

usually when you’re with her, time seems to go by fast and conversation flows easily. this time was the opposite. you had met for lunch downtown and expected it to be like it always was. instead, it felt so forced it was almost uncomfortable. naturally, your brain had drifted into believing it was something you had said.

you were on autopilot going home, brain reeling at lunch. you wanted aaron. he always knew what to say or do and was your number one comfort. but he wasn’t here. 

you trudged into the house, haphazardly dropping your bag. you sat in front of the fireplace, it wasn’t warm but in your mind it was. 

it was the first time in weeks you felt like you had a moment to stop. 

the tears came hot and fast.

you buried your head in your knees, arms wrapping around your legs as your body shook. everything felt wrong and you were so terrified you had hurt B.

you were exhausted. 

the back door open and closed. you hardly took notice. your head was pounding.

“honey!” aaron’s voice rang through the home. “i’m home!”

his voice only made you cry harder, though you kept your sobs muffled by the fabric of your pants. it was early, he shouldn’t be home yet. why was he home?

“honey?” he called again. “i got off early today, sent the entire team home early too. figured we all-”

he stopped dead in his tracks when he entered the living room and his eyes fell on you. “oh, honey.”

in an instant, aaron was kneeling down at your side. the second his hand touched your back, you broke. you threw your body into him, needing to feel him close. he held you while you cried, hand rubbing up your back. he didn’t shush you or help you calm down just yet. you just needed to cry.

after a few minutes aaron pulled back, hands reaching up to cup your face. he thumbed away a few stray tears that continued to roll. 

“what’s hurting you?”

you took a deep breath before explaining. it was always easy with aaron to be honest. you rambled about his absence, how you missed him, how work had been a little tough lately, lunch with B, how you feel like you said or did something that made it feel off. everything.

though aaron had sat back on the carpet, your hands remained interlocked. he squeezed them occasionally throughout your words.

he collected you in his arms when you finished. “i’m so sorry about being away. i shouldn’t be going anywhere for awhile. i’m sure B is okay. you didn’t say anything off. maybe she was just having a bad day.”

your phone dinged on the table.

aaron picked it up, features softening at the text. perfect timing.

‘hey! so sorry if i seemed a little off at lunch today - work has just been super crazy and i got an email right before about a deadline being pushed up so i was distracted. it was still so so nice to get together, we should definitely do it again sometime soon!!’

he showed you the text B just sent. his hand fell to the small of your back again, finding the patch of exposed skin and leaving his hand there. 

B’s text eased your anxiety. you didn’t do anything wrong. she was just having an off day.

“do you feel better? about B at least?”

you hummed. “a little, yeah.”

you slumped into aaron’s side. “can we go lay down for a little?”

he kissed your cheek. “absolutely.” 

aaron guided you upstairs, stopping though to put his work things away though he motioned for you to head into the bedroom to get settled.

you kept the lights in the room off before crawling into bed. physical and mental exhaustion was clouding your brain.  

aaron padded in a few seconds after you, quickly changing out of his work clothes and into soft sweatpants and a shirt. he stopped at the edge of the bed, eyes peering down at you.

“how are we doing this tonight?” he motioned toward the bed with his hand.

“can you just hold me?”

he smiled softly. “of course honey.”

aaron slid under the covers beside you. he raised one arm, an open invitation for you to curl up. you did, sliding over and tangling your legs with his. he, in turn, tucked you under his chin and brought his arms to cocoon around you.

“it’s gonna be okay, i promise.”

he sealed his words with a strong kiss to the crown of your head. 

somehow you knew it would.

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[purplefixations]

The Best Thing We Never Planned

In honor of the most recent David audio, here is my mind started thinking after I finished listening to it. This is what I think would happen the next morning.

(in the mates gc)

Angel: *picture of David cuddled up to them, sleeping peacefully*

Angel: my fiance is the cutest😍😍😍

Baabe: aww, im saving this for future black mail

Baabe: WAIT!!!

Sweetheart: We're not gonna breeze past that like you didn't say what you just said!

Baabe: i swear to god if you're messing with us!

Baabe: angel answer your phone

Sweetheart: If this is a joke I'm gonna kill you, very slowly

Angel: what do yall want?

Angel: oh...

Baabe: "ya'll" lmao

Baabe: you're around sam too much

Sweetheart: What you mean oh?

Angel: u guys didnt know?

Baabe: NOO?!

Baabe: ash didn't either

Sweetheart: Same with milo

Angel: hold up, how do I know they that didnt know and just kept it a secret?

Baabe: look at my bf and tell me he can keep a secret :/

Baabe: also, I screeched when I saw the word "FIANCE" and he wanted to know why...

Angel: u screeched?

Baabe: I WAS SUPPRISED OKAY!!!

Sweetheart: And I thought milo was jumpy 😂

Baabe: don't pick on me sweetheart, you still havent answered the question.

Sweetheart: Oh, I asked Milo if he knew as soon as I saw the text

Angel: why...

Sweetheart: I assumed he knew and just forgot to tell me

Angel: and he didnt?!

Sweetheart: nope

Sweetheart: It seems David decided not to tell anyone, not surprising tho

Sam: Why is my phone blowing up all at once?

Baabe: scroll up

Sam: Congratulations Angel

Angel: DID U KNOW?!?

Sam: No, no one told me exactly. But Tank mentioned something a few days ago about David and serious commitments, so I'm not exactly supried

Baabe: TANKER KNEW?!????

Sam: Maybe, I can ask.

Sweetheart: I mean, David has been trying to actually include Tank in pack/friend stuff, so maybe this was one of the things.

Baabe: makes sense, tho ash and milo might feel a bit betrayed lol

Sam: They said that David asked them for help with what to say to not sound too cheesey. They also said that it was still extremely sappy in the end.

Angel: it was but it was a nice kind of sappy

Baabe: awwwww

Baabe: what'd he say?

Angel: i dont really remember the words

Angel: it was very long and i think i started crying near the beginning of it all...

Sweetheart: Haha, crybaby

Baabe: HEY! the only one aloud to call them baby is David, back off

Angel: YEAH

Sweetheart: Is this you saying that David calls you a crybaby, and you like it?

Angel: WAiT

Baabe: hahaha

Baabe: masochist

Angel: do you want me to put you on blast? cuz i have receipts

Sam: Okay, I'm going to stop this before it gets out of hand. Again, congrats Angel.

Angel: thanks sam

Sweetheart: Congratulations from me and milo

Baabe: and milo?

Sweetheart: He's been asking for live updates on this situation

Sweetheart: He has also demanded that he gets to help David pick out a suit

Angel: he has to take that up with davey, but honestly that might be a good idea

Baabe: why?

Angel: i love him very much, but he lives in clothes just nice enough to look presentable.

Angel: and dirty work clothes

Baabe: haha

Baabe: ash says congrats too

Baabe: he's been reading this over my shoulder for the last few minutes

Angel: that tracks

Angel: thx tho

Sweetheart: On a serious note, if either of you need any help with filing marriage paper work for an empowered and non-empowered through dump, let me know

Baabe: is it hard?

Sweetheart: I wouldn't say hard, but it's a bit complicated and a lot

Angel: ill keep it in mind Sweets thx

Baabe: getting off that serious note

Baabe: ash made a meme and wants me to send it to you all

Angel: GIMME!!!

Baabe:

Angel: HahAhHAha

Sweetheart: Is that Aggro?

Baabe: he says yes

Angel: is he actually upset?

Baabe: nah, he's just dramatic

Sweetheart: pls tell me he sent that to David

Baabe: he did

Angel: hes still asleep so don't expect a response yet

Baabe: he's still asleep? I thought he was an early riser and shit?

Angel: normally, but i think the solstice tired him out

Sweetheart: It's probably an emotional vulnerability hangover

Angel: lmao

Baabe: haha

Sam: So it's not just Tanker who gets those.

Angel: LMFAO!!!

Angel: theyre too fucking similar

Baabe: hehehe

Baabe: oh shit, if i die pls have a picture of me at your wedding

Angel: ofc, but why r u dying?

Baabe: I didn't notice that ash left, and I smell smoke

Sweetheart: I'll make sure it's a cute picture

Baabe: bless you

Angel: oof, go make sure your mans didnt commit arson

Baabe: 👍

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Bonus:

"Angel, why did Asher and Milo send me vaguely threatening memes?"

"Ooohh. Yeah, that's on you."

"Why?"

"You're the one that didn't tell your best friends that you were proposing."

"I didn't tell them because they cant keep a secret. If I told them, they'd tell their mates, which would be fine but then everyone would start dropping hints and you'd get suspicious."

"Tanker tells Sam everything and you told them."

"How do you know I told Tanker?"

"As I said, they tell Sam everything."

"What- Did you add him to your weird group chat?"

"It's not weird Davey, and besides, he enjoys it."

"I don't know why I bother at this point."

"Because you love me!"

"Yeah. I do, you snot."

Idk how it got this long, I was not planning for that. I wrote this over the span of two ten minute breaks and my lunch at work, so that's why it's kinda chaotic. Anyways, love y'all <3

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted fluff #redacted shaw pack #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart #redacted babe #redacted sam #david x angel

[starsofmilos]

Caring For You (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: hiiii could you write adrian chase x gn!reader where he take care of the sick reader?? im totally not rushing you, u can start whenever you want! have a nice day/night!

AHH SUCH A CUTE IDEA! I LOVE THIS!

Masterlist

Warnings: small amount of angst, fluff, mentions of illness, mentions of sex

You thought it was a simple sore throat. 

Maybe you just slept with your mouth opened causing it to be dry. That’s all it was. It’s at least what you were trying to convince yourself.

That was until you felt your head start hurting and your nose slowly become congested.

By three o’clock in the afternoon, you were ready to conk out and take some tylenol. Your throat also got worser. It hurt to swallow and the idea of even eating made you nauseated. 

You were sick. 

A cold as your manager called it. He sent you home giving you the rest of the week to recover. Walking into your home, you immediately stalked to the restroom grabbing some medicine.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Adrian’s voice rang out causing you to jump. 

“Yeah! I thought you were at work?” Wincing a bit as you tried to hide the sound of your congestion. 

Adrian raised an eyebrow at your tone heading to the restroom, “I did I came out early though. Was gonna go on patrol soon..”

His voice trailed off once he saw the state you were in. Your hair messed up, pale face, and shaky hands.

“Y/N...Are you okay?���

You smiled reassuringly, “Oh yeah don’t worry! I’m fine Adrian just a little-”

You cut off bursting into a coughing fit hiding your face. Adrian patted your back steadying you. “Honey you’re sick.”

“No! No! Just a bit tired that’s all-” Adrian’s gasp cut you off once he placed his hand on your forehead.

“You’re burning up! We need to get you into bed right this instant!” You shook your head at his words trying to resist. 

“No! Adrian I swear I’m fine! Just a small cough and sore throat!”

“Yeah nope. We’re getting you into bed and some medicine.”

“I just took some..”

“Good! Now here get settled in bed and I’m gonna make you some tea.” You sighed as he kissed your forehead.

“But you have patrol and I don’t want you missing out because of me-”

“Y/N my lovely girlfriend is sick. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left?” He scoffed in disbelief running to your kitchen. Tossing and turning, you struggled to get comfortable.

It was too hot and cold all at once. Adrian returned helping you up to drink the warm tea. It felt nice and soothing.

“My poor girl all sick. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought I just had a dry throat and the more the day went on I just felt more like crap and then at work I got dizzy so my boss sent me home-”

“Wait why didn’t you call me if you were dizzy at work?!”

“I didn’t wanna worry you and besides I made it home didn’t I?”

Adrian glared at you shaking his head, “You are my girlfriend. You are allowed and I deserve to know when things like this happen.”

“It’s just a cold-”

“A cold now, but what if it was something worser? I’m saying this cause I care. I love you Y/N so I want you to tell me all of this. You’re not a burden.”

“Sorry Adrian..”

Adrian hummed kissing you softly. You pushed him away shaking your head. “You’ll get sick.”

“I can’t get sick babe. Besides I know you want my kisses.”

“I do! But I don’t want you sick Adrian!” You coughed a bit as he laughed shaking his head.

“I promise I won’t. Now I’m gonna make you some soup and we’re gonna lay here and binge watch your favorite movies.”

“Princess Bride?”

“Yes we’ll watch the princess bride.” You grabbed his hand stopping him from going.

“Wait! Can I have cuddles right now instead? I’m not too hungry.”

“That depends have you eaten today?” You stood quiet giving him a sheepish look. 

“Adrian look-”

“No! Y/N! You gotta have something in your system so let me make some soup and then you can have all the cuddles you want.” 

Adrian kissed you once more heading to the kitchen. You sighed shutting your eyes for a small moment only to fall asleep.

He returned ten minutes later holding a small bowl smiling a bit as you slept peacefully. “Should’ve just let you slept..I can reheat it later.”

Adrian slid in next to you pulling you to his chest sighing as you shook a bit. “Sorry..I fell asleep..” Your hoarse voice whispered out.

“No..don’t apologize you need all the rest you can get.”

“Yeah..you should get going on patrol soon.I promise I’ll be fine-”

“No.”

You whined against him, “You need too though-”

“And you need to be taken care of and trust me I’d rather be here than out there.” He ran his hand through your head laughing as you stared up at him. 

“I promise one night without patrol won’t hurt and you always take care of me Y/N. Let me take care of you.”

“Fine..I won’t fight you...”

“Good I promise I’ll win if you try. Now that you’re awake, sit up.” You nodded letting him prop you up.

“Now open wide..Soup is still hot.” You gave him a small pointed look but opened your mouth nonetheless. “It’s campbells chicken noodle..I can’t cook homemade soup.”

“It’s good..I like it. Thank you Adrian.”

Adrian grinned feeding you the whole bowl chuckling a bit as some spilled on your shirt. “Such a messy sicky..”

“Shut up.” You grumbled smiling as he helped you up changing you. “I’m not completely useless you know.”

“I know. I just wanna take care of you. Now come on lay down again.” He changed into his own pajamas pulling you to cuddle up beside him.

“Can we please watch-”

“I’m already putting it on.” He lowered the volume a bit giving you a head massage as you watched the movie.

“i love you. Thank you for taking care of me..”

“I’ll always look out for you and take care of you. I love taking care of you. I just wish you wouldn’t fight me on it sometimes.”

“I’ll try to stop..” Adrian shook his head.

“Now we both know that’s a lie, but that’s okay. I love a challenge.” Adrian whispered to you kissing your forehead. You sneezed whimpering a bit.

“I’ll get you more medicine soon.” 

“Thank you..” You cuddled into his chest shutting your eyes again. Adrian rubbed your back humming a small tune.

“Get some sleep. We’ll get you better in no time.” 

#adrian chase #fanfiction #adrian chase x reader #vigilante fanfiction #adrian chase x you #vigilante x reader #vigilante peacemaker #peacemaker #adrian chase peacemaker #fanfic

[lashiitailss]

Billy loomis <3 Pt 2

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The next day you were riding the bus to school and as you got there the night of what happend to you played in your head you wondered if they were actually going to kill you.

You then bump into randy. “oh hi randy” you said with a fake blunt smile. “hey i heard what happened.. are you okay?” randy said as he seen u clutching your side. your eyes then widen then falters to a smile as u slowly let go of your side wincing as u stood up straight.

“s..see? im fine.” you said as you started walking up the side walk as randy walked beside you. “here, let me carry you.” randy offered. “n-no im fine.” you said as you continued walking. u felt a bit tired as u continued to walk.

“hmm.. maybe you can carry me.” you said.

Randy then smiled and put you on his back as he carried you. you then soon fell asleep on his back, he carried you to the cafeteria where breakfast was being held and there was stu, tatum, billy , and Sidney well Sidney was somewhere near the table

“Hey guys sorry were late.” randy spoke to the group. “we?” billy and stu asked. randy then sat you down next to him as you woke up and sat up wincing a bit holding your side as randy pulled you back down to lay on his shoulder.

“Thank you randy” you said as u layed on his shoulder. he then smiled. “what happened to tatum?” randy asked. “some psycho tried to kill me and stabbed me in my arm.” she said as she was sitting on stus lap.

Meanwhile… billy was glaring at randy.. he had so many thoughts going on in his head he was wondering why you two were together? and why were u laying your head on his shoulder? was it because of the stab wound? did he really need to stop killing?

“billy?… billy!… BILLY!!” stu yelled as he was trying to get his attention. “uh yea..?” he answered. “[Name] was talking to you”. stu had said.

“nevermind stu, its fine. he looks like hes deep in thought.” you then tell stu. billy shoots a glance at you and his gaze softens as he wasnt able to respond to you when you needed his attention.

you then tried to sit up but randy kept pulling you down. “r-randy i want to sit up.” you said calmly. “no, you need rest.”

“Let her up dude.” stu had said as everyone at the table started looking. “shes hurt and needs rest or she might re open her wound” randy said as his eyes never left his book.

what the hell was wrong with him? you thought as you struggled against him. “randy let me the fuck go” you said as you frowned. billy then clenched his fists as his face darkend. you knew that look. that was the look he always made when he was angry or pissed. “Randy get the fuck off of her.” billy said.

Thats the only time randy looked up from his book. he then looked back at you then moved and let u sit up as u started breathing rapidly. “ow..” you said as you felt your neck redden, you had a red mark on your neck and it was irritated. “baby come here, let me see.” billy said as he was looking at you scratching your neck repeatedly.

“uh no its fine.” you said instantly. billy then glared at you. “uh, okay.” u said after he glared at you. you slowly got up and went over and sat next to him. you looked at the clock. breakfast was only for another 7 minutes.

“Let me see. turn around.” billy said. you then shifted in your seat so billy could see your neck. he then sighed as he mumbled something under his breath, the only word you heard was beat. billy then took a glance at stu and you immediately knew what he was thinking.

you then shifted back around in your seat and looked at billy with pleading eyes. “please…no.” you whispered to him. knowing he was probably planning on hurting or killing randy. “whynot?” billy answered.

“it was on mistake he was just looking out for me thats all bill, ill give u cuddles when we get back home.”

billy then smirked but it quickly went away as he nodded his head and pulled you onto his lap and peppered kisses on your neck. you then hummed as you leaned into his touch.

The bell then rang and you sat up grabbing your backpack as you waited for everyone else to pack up.

“welp ill see you guys later, i dont wanna be late to math.” randy said as you stood up.

“wait, randy!” you called out to him, he looked angry and you wanted to talk to him.

“wow, wonder whats his problem?” Tatum said as she walked over to you.

“im sure its nothing.” billy said as he gave you a kiss on the forehead. “see you after class.” billy added, you and tatum walked to the bathroom first because you to really needed to talk. you two literally had almost every class together.

“hey uh [Name] we need to talk.” tatum said as she was looking up at you.

you then sighed. “sure, what is it.” u asked as you looked at her.

“the night when i got attacked… i was in you and billys house… i had came over to drop off your homework papers that you left over, and a ghostfaced looking man sliced up my arm…” she said as she looked at her arm.

“i-im really sorry that happened to you.” you told her in complete aw and sincere.

“w-were you or billy the ones that chased me..?” you then widen your eyes at her question you then started to think about how billy and stu… her boyfriend. you didnt want to tell her because you were afraid that he might’ve hurt you or maybe even kill you.

“no, billy wasnt there at the time and that same ghostface came after me aswell!”

you said as you started to feel peer pressured.

“how did you know it was the same one?”

Shit.

“what?”

“how did you know it was the same one [Name]”

you then startee heavily breathing as you looked for an explanation. “i..i uh.. i assumed! yea i assumed its the same one because if they were in my house as u got away they were still in there…?” that made no sense.

she then squinted her eyes as to seeing if she believes you.

“okay! i guess your right, welp! lets get to class shall we?” tatum said as she patted your back.

“uh.. yea! lets go.” you said as you gathered your things and went to your first class.

you were super late .

“Mrs riley and [Last Name] you are late.”

Mrs Tate looked at the both of you with a glare. “be glad we showed up.” you told her as u went to go sit down. tatum laughed and sat next to you as class continued.

Thank you for reading, im very sorry its short i got bored and ran out of ideas. <3

#slasher x reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #randy meeks #tatum riley #y/n #bossbitch #scream #ghost face #stu matcher #killer #fyp2023 #fypシ゚viral

[duckymcdoorknob]

hey so i was kind of scrolling thru emergency request tags hoping someone would be open and i think you are? but pls don’t worry if not. anyway i’ve been job hunting for months and am running out of money and have been dealing with anxiety from hell over a potential super early morning job bc the anxiety of even applying has been giving me panic attacks and not eating or sleeping so, im trying to distract myself in anyway way i can wondered if maybe you could right something about osamu and atsumu comforting/helping their gender neutral s/o during such a stressful time??? thank u anyway if not tho

Of course I can help you!!

I hope you’re feeling a little better. Anxiety is a tough one to get over, so I’m proud of you for coming to me.

Please ask for help if you need!!

CW UNDER THE CUT: Severe Anxiety, panic attacks

𝑂𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑢 𝑀𝑖𝑦𝑎

While mainly stoic, Osamu loves with his whole heart.

So, when you hadn’t been as upbeat and happy to see him as per usual, he was instantly concerned for your well-being.

‘Samu noticed that you seemed to have a crushing weight on your shoulders, as you carried on with your days.

Despite your reassuring him that you were okay, he still had his doubts.

So, he took it upon himself to ensure that he did what he could to make you feel better.

Every morning, he’d text you to tell you he was thinking about you. Then, he’d offer to bring you something for lunch. If you said no, he told you he’d bring you something for dinner.

This man would offer to come over so many freaking times. He wouldn’t even have a plan, he just wanted to spend time with you.

Eventually, when the stress got super bad, you couldn’t hide the physical effects. You were sick to your stomach, sluggish and tired all of the time.

All was going well, until Osamu was over to watch a movie. The two of you were sitting side by side on the couch when your boyfriend suddenly spoke.

“Say, (Y/N), are you sure you’re feeling okay my love?” Osamu asked, hand sliding into yours.

While you wanted to lie, you just didn’t have it in you to do so. Instead, you simply fell sideways into your lover’s chest and burst into tears.

“Oh! Oh honey it’s okay, I’ve got you.” The silver haired boy shushed you as he instantly wrapped his arms around you.

He rubbed your back gently as your tears flowed out. Weeks of pent up stress, lack of sleep and sustenance came out in the form of lamenting sobs.

“Whenever you’re ready to talk, I’m ready to listen.” Osamu whispered as he kissed the crown of your head.

Your lover held onto you as if it would be the last time he did so. He gently rubbed the spot where your shoulder blades met with his thumb, worried that he hadn’t checked in on you in time.

“M’just so stressed, ‘Samu.” You finally whimpered out, “I’m running out of time and money and I have no idea when I’ll find a job.”

“Oh my darling why didn’t you tell me before?” He asked with a tinge of sweetness in his voice. “My dad is opening up a restaurant soon. I will talk to him and see if I can get you a job there, even if it’s only temporary.”

“This isn’t your fault, please believe me on that. Life comes in phases and we never know what may happen next. Currently, you’re just in a phase that isn’t the best. Time always moves forward, so you’re never stuck in a negative space forever.”

“Whenever the going gets tough, just remember to find a clock. Look at the seconds ticking away and remember that time doesn’t stop, no matter how bad the situation is.”

You smiled as you looked up and kissed your boyfriend’s cheek. “Thank you, ‘Samu. I love you.” You whispered.

“And I love you. Please don’t ever hesitate to reach out when you’re stressed and in need of some love.” the silver-haired boy replied. “Now, why don’t we find something interesting to do.”

“I’m in the mood to make some cookies.” You replied in a tiny voice.

The buzzing feeling of Osamu’s chest when he laughed was one you never wanted to forget. You hugged him tighter and never planned on letting go.

𝐴𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑢 𝑀𝑖𝑦𝑎

Like Osamu, Atsumu loves so deeply and wears his heart on his sleeve.

He just isn’t as attentive as his more sympathetic brother. It took him a while to notice your stress.

Days went on and you felt as if the world would implode if you made the wrong step.

Atsumu, though unknowing, always managed to give you a little bit of temporary relief.

His way of greeting you was to hug you from behind and blow a raspberry on your neck. His main goal was to hear your giggling, since he swore it made his mornings better.

He also had a habit of bringing you extra treats that his brother made. Though you knew Osamu always made an extra for you, Atsumu swore he was sacrificing his own treat to bring you one.

You loved these gestures, always falling more in love with your boyfriend after they occurred. Unfortunately, they weren’t enough to completely melt away the stress that was in your life.

The day Atsumu found out, he was proving to Osamu that he could cook. You and ‘Tsumu had planned a date at his house on that night.

You held your head high and forced a smile on your face. You figured that your anxiety would calm itself for a two hour date, then you could be anxious at home.

Oh how wrong you were…

As soon as you sat down at the table, the pent up anxiety inside you made you feel nauseous and gave you the familiar feeling of suffocation. You barely managed to choke out that you were excusing yourself to the restroom.

You left the table in such a hurry that the two Miya twins stared at each other, and Atsumu followed close in pursuit. When he reached the door, he heard your desperate gasps and sobs through it. He knocked gently and asked for you to at least unlock the door.

“Please, I don’t want you to suffer alone.” He said in a pleading tone.

When the door opened, he rushed inside and sat on the bathroom floor. He enveloped you in his arms and held you as you loudly cried. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.”

Eventually, you dumped out all that was bothering you. You told him about the stress of not having money and no source of income, you told him about the time that seemed to be ticking away by the second.

The faux blonde rocked you back and forth as you sputtered out your story. He nodded along to show he was taking in every word you said. Eventually, he spoke softly.

“You don’t have to worry about it anymore. I will help you find a job even if I have to apply myself. You better have your social security number on hand.” He teased, hoping to elicit a reaction, “But regardless, I can help you more than you think.”

“My dad is opening a restaurant soon. I can see if he can give you the host job. Even if it’s only temporary, I want to help put you back on your feet. This is something that isn’t worth worrying about. You have every right to be upset and worried, but I don’t want something that can be fixed to be tearing you down this badly.”

“We can worry about other stuff, like whether or not I cooked a decent meal for us. You have to understand that life carries on, and that we can’t spend our time worrying that the clock will stop ticking by. Because as awful as this moment is, the hours will pass and we will be in a better one!” your lover ended his last sentence with a beaming smile.

You eventually did calm, and found the energy to release yourself from Atsumu’s embrace. The two of you left the bathroom to be met with Osamu at the stove, trying to keep the food from burning.

“You didn’t take your pan off the heat, idiot.” the silver-haired twin noted.

“Hey! I had a bigger priority thank you very much!” Your boyfriend barked in reply.

As you rested your cheek on your hand with a smile, you knew that this chaotic family was truly one you’d want to be a member of forever.

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#haikyuu emergency requests #ducky’s emergency requests #emergency requests #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader imagine #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu comfort #haikyuu x reader comfort #hurt/comfort #tw anxiety #Atsumu imagine #Atsumu Miya x reader #Atsumu x reader #Atsumu Miya #Miya atsumu #osamu x reader #osamu Miya x reader #osamu Miya #Miya osamu #anime #anime x reader #anime comfort

[sherbet-shark]

Out of the blue thought that I needed to ask you, how do your OCs blush 0w0? (Do they turn away do they let it show do they turn into a tomato or a faint dust of pink etc)

What’s the fuss?

Author’s note: HI RRAS IM SO SORRY THIS CAME LATE 😱😭 THANK U FOR ASKING ABOUT MY BABIES

Monica depending on what she’s blushing about and the situation, has two modes; look away, flustered, with pursed lips and fiddle with her fingers/hair and roll her eyes orrr you’ve found something really embarrassing abt her or you’re Jamil, and you said something nice/sweet to her. Close friends like @millybesippin’s oc, @hey-its-cweepy, and Phoebus, for example, see her do a second one sometimes. The second one is just her full one covering her face with either her hands or entire face planted into her arms on a table. If Monica doesn’t have a table to face plant on, she’ll scoff whatever’s making her blush and sputter out a response. It really depends on the severity of it xD. Her skin is a little dark, so she’s grateful that her blushing cheeks so too much. But that doesn’t mean her cheeks aren’t burning up like a volcano!! Overall her reactions are very cute.

Oh boy. This guy xDD, his cheeks are bright and deep red and he makes some effort to hide them in his hand. Its almost laughable, seeing this bad boy be reduced to a blushing mess. This only happens when you shower him with compliment after compliment. He has a talent of knowing if you’re telling the truth or not but if Zane’s gut feeling says you’re being true. Oh man. Zane cups the bottom half of his face and looks away with a flustered gaze towards the ground and will try to refute it. But if he’s comfortable around you to let his facade of “R.S.A Bad Boy,” slip, he’ll have this hUGE boyish grin on his face, his freckles subtly stand out when he’s this bright red but it’s so endearing. His coffee brown eyes will shine with what’s akin to childhood joy. But it won’t last for long I’m afraid. So you better drink up all of his blushing face whilst you can, my dear!

Leif, the cutie. He has no idea how to handle his blushing. In his young life, he worked as a delivery boy for his father for his work, and while he did interact with kids his age. His father tried to make his son happy and have an everyday life, but at the end of the day. He’d be bone tired and play with him only a short time. It was quite rare for him to have a lot of friends on delivery and before his father’s marriage into the Trein Family. Once he did have wasn’t the best… As he’d soon know. Due to this, Leif has kind of made an arm's length between them and himself. As his dad married Trein’s daughter, Leif had two step-brothers. But because of how starkly different they are, the twins never tried to make him blush. However, let’s say he does madly blush. This usually occurs when he’s complimented on his skills like sewing and his innate ability to speak to all sorts of rodents. His fair cheeks burst into red, and the nape of his neck gets warm too. He’ll rub the back of his neck and avoid all eye contact.

Shu, the bastard, owns it like a boss 🤣. His students might tease him over a “purposeful” mispronouncing a name, and he just brightly smiling, his cheeks if you look hard enough, you’ll see his cheeks deepen. His skin’s on the darker side as well especially in the warmer seasons, so you rarely see him burst into flame, but there are other tell-tale signs. Press his buttons too much with teasing and he might get snippy with you, Shu doesn’t mean to. But it does remind him of his brothers constant “teasing,” and it makes him feel small. So,, try to be cordial and considerate of what’s too much…

Like Leif, this little guy doesn’t handle blushing well, but he has sisters, sooo, and he’s teased a lot. But all in good fun, I assure you!! His cheeks burst to life. He’s a deep red, much like the red rose he’s lovingly nicknamed after. He’ll cling to his Dodo stuffy and press the soft toy to his face, trying to hide his adorable face. If he doesn’t have Cap. Dodo by his side (which is extremely rare) he’ll cling to his parents or Big Brother’s leg and hide behind them. When Tiflo sees his baby brother cling to his leg, he’ll gently pat his head and coo that he has the cutest little brother. But when his sisters are the ones teasing him, Vitaa especially. Rosie’s fair dusted red cheeks will puff out and he’ll cross his arms. When he’s older though, Rosie will still be blushing madly but shyly look away as he pushes up his glasses.

Tagging: @angry-strawberry-pie

#monica cyrus #zane fredrick #shu lòng #leif sinter #my ocs #my orginal characters #sherbet talks with friends #sherbet writes #rosealio cantilena

[hiccuphitdabong]

I thought of a fic idea and im too lazy to write a whole fic so ill make a short

Falling forge fun

Backstroy: Hiccup has had a fainting illness since he was hit on the head at age 11. He takes medicine for it but he missed a day. (Before httyd1)

Edit: this turned into a one shot but eh hope u like it ig.

Astrid was at the forge by mid morning that day.

She needed the base of her axe replaced, after it had all but snapped in half during a spar with Snotlout. So here she stood, next in line to talk to Hiccup of all people. Gobber was out for the morning so Hiccup was the only smith in the forge.

She could hear him talking to the viking infront of her. He was asking for an impossibility intricate design to be melted into his sword. Hiccup sounded like he thought it was impossible as well. He sounded very tired and snappy.

Soon, Hiccup took the mans sword and sent him away, mumbling something about ‘stupid meathead, don’t have time’. Then it was Astrid’s turn.

Usually, whenever she came up to his window for a wepons repair, he would start stuttering and fumbling with whatever was in reach.

But not that day.

Instead when she walked up, Hiccup simply looked at her tiredly. She looked at him and felt a small pang of shock. She was right about him sounding tired, because he also looked exhausted.

He had very little color to his skin, save for the dark purple bags under his eyes. His shoulders slouching more than usual, and his eyes half lidded. He looked like shit.

“Whats wrong with you?” She asked.

He straightened up slightly, trying to fake good health a little. It wasn’t convincing and he knew it. “Im fine, how can i help you?” He said in his best ‘nothings wrong’ voice. It fell flat, and sounded more like a bored elder.

She squinted at him in a judgmental way. Then she brought up her axe and dropped the two halves on the counter. “I need my axe repaired, new base” she said. He nodded and pulled the axe blade towards him, already inspecting it for damage.

“The same wood type as last time? I can also sharpen it for you” he said, not looking up at her. She nodded anyway. “Yeah, thanks” she said. Hiccup nodded and picked up the axe and its broken hilt.

As he brought the axe to his station, Astrid watched how he was kind of swaying as he walked. Was he drunk? She couldn’t remember if he drank or not, but she settled that he knew better than to drink and work anyways.

So why was he walking so strangely? She continued to watch him as he slowly replaced the old hilt with a new one. He then set the blade. She watched as he paused, and gripped the edges of the station counter. His knuckles turning white. He suddenly bent forwards, head bobbing up and down.

She could tell he was gonna go down and in a split second, she was in the stall, pulling him away from the sharp blades he was by.

She didn’t know why she helped him, but she did.

She brought him over to a more private counter in the forge. He instantly leaned against the counter. Seeming to come out of whatever spell he’d been in. She stood and watched.

Hiccup looked up at her through almost shut eyes. His breathing slightly faster than before, coming out in short huffs. She could tell he was struggling to stay standing. Knees slowly bending, before he straightened them again.

“Astr’d…” he slurred, his voice just above a whisper. She looked at his face again. He’d opened his eyes a bit, and was staring into her’s. It was almost intimidating. Then, in a more serious voice than she’d ever heard him use, he said “Get Gothi”. Then his eyes closed.

His knees then gave out, and Astrid reached out to catch him. Bringing him slowly to the ground, she made sure he was laying in an okay position. Then she bolted, axe forgotten. Determined to follow his instruction.

He clearly knew Gothi was needed.

#httyd #hiccup horrendous haddock the 3rd #astrid hofferson #httyd fic

[abyxbby]

i always share existing content but never find myself typing out much anything all on my own.

25 years doesn't seem like it's that much time at all it seems at least to any individual with a full long life already tucked in nice & secure under their belt. i've always been very much so self aware, i guess that's just the reason why i want to die too.

the first 5 or so years on this planet the only things i knew where i felt were loneliness & bewilderingly unfit. i always knew there was not a single place in which id ever actually belong. the next 2.5 years only gave those feelings more permanence, i still clearly recall the ugly dark places my mind would wander off to late at night tucked sweet n sound in the toddler bed adjacent my sisters. even though i didn't know about it then, it's like some force from inside of me knew for a fact that a soul at such a young age should even be capable of thoughts & feelings with so much complexity, i was just as ill as i am now back then, i really haven't seen one aspect of this life without these painfully heavy & ridiculously damaging lenses given to me from the moment of my birth.

i am yet again more than sad within my time here where all i can manage to be is inconvenience & disregarded due to how different i am compared to the vast majority of this dull world. i'm seen as a real quack job, a nut case. which over time seems to give any person with which crosses my path the idea that they have any right to label me as a manipulator, i was born sick but it's all just that i'm out for attention. i've never known a day thus far without soul shattering levels of pain. even the best of days hurt more than most imagine, i still after all had to experience it while being me.

as far as the message im trying to get across, i couldn't tell ya what the hell it even is. after being isolated from quite literally any & all human contact, after living within the confines of 4 increasingly claustrophobic interior walls, i guess this is just the one place i have left where i feel any kind of safety. between u & i, it's all been set up so when it's deems to be THE time, i'll have more than what i could ever need and best of all being simply just peace of mind. the legwork is done, it's all ready as soon as i am as well. that way, i won't have to scramble ideas, source inventory or even have a chance for a damn soul to get in my way, not a chance to stop me, because at this point all i know is i am absolutely dead set on it, i just want to fucking die.

not too long ago, despite how off it may have seemed at that time, i took the one last attempt to save myself if ever be given again & risked every bit of it all because some boy told me kind things & somehow it did actually feel like I AM finally understood. for the first time of my life it was as if i was worthy & valued, deserving of any others effort & time, and as absolutely stupid of me as it was, i also let myself grow to genuinely love that boy. unfortunately, just like all others in my life, it wasn't ever actually based on the truth or had anything solid within it at all. my last ditch effort to at least find contentment seeing as happiness is too far away still for me as any kind of goal, the only time id be given to literally save my own fucking life, was ripped away in one fast excruciatingly malicious, selfish ass tear of my soul. once again i was no more than what everyone sees of me from the outside, which is never more than some sex fantasy perverted individuals make me into within their own minds, i've never been a single thing other than smokin hot. i'm sure it can sound great at first but being desired physically then consistently rejected mentally & emotionally has killed me entirely at this point already. i see not one reason then as to why i subject my physically form to such torment & misery.

i guess that's why i just won't anymore.

i'm tired. for so long i have kept my head above the water enough to survive while every now & again scream out with my soul in hopes somebody, please help fuck literally anybody please see me because i'm about to go under again n for the very very final time i ever will.

all it ever would've taken to make the universe of a difference for little ole me, is one person who doesn't judge & has enough compassion, just let go of norms bc they don't apply in the least bit when it comes to me just show me i deserve still to be fully embraced.

i've never had a friend this entire time. never more than simply a matter of wanting to fuck me or wanting to fucking be me. oh, my bad there is a lethal dose of pure hate that comes right with it too. and if by chance a soul thats encountered mine happens to come across this, just know yes it's exactly as i've always said & is now while taking in my agony. yeah just to toss it directly in the trash like the funnies from last weeks sunday paper after forgetting day after day i keep meaning to be rid of it.

if anything is to ever be educational & come to serve a purpose from the short & trauma filled years of torment im going to be free from, the most fitting of all it could be is just for human beings to STOP treating other human beings any less than respectfully & regard them with decency, because that's a u would ever want someone else to fucking do for u.

with all this being said it has come time to close up my inner thoughts & exhaust myself just getting by another day with no chance or possible way that i don't have to do the shit and still have to be me.

this is where i always say how much love i have for whom i'm addressing but since i have nothing more than just posts on tumblr saved to my own blag, it feels larger than life to say i dont fucking love shit & the first excitement to run through my body in so so very long comes from finally making the decision to ensure the ending to my very own life.

i won't see this time next year. maybe not even in 6 months. sooner the better in my book.

so long & fuck off to every single last one of u. the reason those who are born into suffering don't stand a chance is all because of selfish close minded tainted vile cruel tasteless hurtful manipulative wastes of good quality pack full of potential clean slate souls.

i hope the world burns and maybe then everyone would feel a touch of what i've endured full force now for every last moment in my 25 years of life.

[promisebymin]

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#ex rant . will start writing it in the beginning so if yall wanna ignore u can . u guys are prolly like h......here we go again ...... #at this point i think i need to delete him off facebook bc this is getting ridiculous im having a breakdown at 4am bc i decided to go on #and once again i see his post. its of him on a trip and everything just hit me at once and i hate this so much #i feel so stupid pathetic embarrassed bc i think im the one who messed everything up #the reason he broke up with me was bc he said he had serious plans with work n was not going to have time for a relationship but yet #hes posting about his trips. and it made me realize that i was tying him down i guess and i feel like im the one that completely ruined #everything. He said he wanted to go on all these trips but i would be like ‘i dont think thats a good idea bc we are in a pandemic’ #and i was always so paranoid and we couldnt meet as much so i think he got tired of me? #like why couldnt i see this earlier im the one that messed up #seeing the preview of him and realizing that made me burst out crying and even now im still crying #it just hurts so much bc im trying to not be so hard on myself but i have so many emotions going on #he got tired of me bc i wasnt doing enough on my part like i couldve made more of an effort #and now seeing him having fun on these trips is like a slap in the face why couldnt he just say thhat from the beginning now i feel so stupi #dont use work as an excuse and tell me straight up youre tired of me not giving any effort #he never used to post on social media thats the thing that gets me too as soon as we broke up suddenly he starts posting on his stories ? #and it might be a dumb reach but i think hea doing it to show me how great hes doing #like hes showing off that he can finally do all these things now bc im not dragging him down #i just want a job so bad but i keep applying to places and no one has called back please i want a dostra tion so badly i feel so utterly #useless n pathetic just fuckingb pathetic please let me find a job #i want to be busy and working . i feel so stupid why did i forget abt signing up for school this semester that couldve also kept me busy i #feel so pathetic like thats what i feel almost everyday bc i cant get a job i forgot to sign up for school bc i was helping my family with #some things going on . i couldnt even keep my relationship okay #im justsooo tired #and i cant atop cryifn