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chao-thicc-hcs · 1 year ago

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Tokyo revengers boys reaction when yn suddenly sit on top of them. Them as your husband,

if ur doing this, please add sanzu and ran, I am whore for them 🧍🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

Understandable, anon.

𝓢𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 - 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

character(s): sanzu haruchiyo, both haitanis, sano manjiro (mikey), kokonoi hajime, hanma shuji

gn!reader

genre(s): fluff, neutral

warning(s): some are slightly suggestive, mentions of guns, blood and wounds

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Sanzu ⤵

The pinknette just got home from work. As usual, he was in a pissy mood, huffing and oofing in exasperation, unable to stand still in one place. You, his beloved spouse, tried to cheer him up or at least tried to coax him into sharing his worries with you, but to no avail.

-Y/n, please, just leave me alone. I am moody and I just want to rest.

And he went into your shared bedroom, throwing himself onto the bed, not even bothering to take off his work clothes, and fell asleep. You don't give up so easily, and knew exactly what to do in situations like these. You left him to rest for an hour or so, until your patience was gone and you got inside the bedroom, you grimaced when you saw him, still salty from how pushy he was with you.

You approached the bed carefully, tip-toeing so you don't wake him up, and took the sheets off of him, placing yourself comfortably over his crotch area. You were ready to launch your tickle attack, but little did you know, he was awake already and his eyes shot open, lean arms suddenly wrapping around your waist and giving you a hard smack on your ass.

-You're a pesky one, hm? Want my attention so bady? Now you have it wholly.~

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Ran ⤵

It's been hours, and Ran still hasn't left his room, fingers paging over a report book he was given soon that day. You got inside quietly, handing him a cup of coffee he asked you to prepare for him. In an attempt to get his attention, you began massaging his shoulders, making him moan slightly from the way your fingers relaxed his muscles. He, however, knew your true intentions behind this.

-Not now, my dearest, I need to finish this.

-Ran, you've been in this room for hours, you need to rest and eat something.

The man looked at you and raised a brow, unamused by your words.-Yeah, yeah, later.-and he brushed you off just like that, eyes buried into the printed words on the paper in front of him. You let an offended gasp, crossed your arms and then placed yourself on his lap. His purple eyes widened in surprise, but his lips perked in a slight smirk, placing his free hand on your thigh and squeezing it softly.

-Come on now, my needy darling, I can see you're impatient, but this work is important. But I won't mind if you stay in my lap while I finish this.

-I'd be more than willing to stay here, Ran.

Your husband looked at you with those sultry downturned eyes, then placed a peck on your neck, gently nibbling on it.

-You might distract me a little, but you're forgiven. You're my little impatient bug, after all.

You only smiled and kissed his forehead, brushing back strands of his hair, while his hands traversed your butt, thighs and stomach.

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Rindou ⤵

Your husband was unusually quiet the whole day, as if he was contemplating something. It was a frequent occasion - him being deeply in thought, almost completely ignoring you. You weren't mad at him at all, in fact it was quite the opposite - you understood him and didn't bother him when he had his moments like this.

Out of the blue, he began training like crazy, even when he was dripping sweat onto the mat he used for his routine, face red from the plank he was doing, he didn't stop. It worried you, but all your words were quickly dismissed. He was doing push-ups like crazy, panting and huffing, but still not backing down. His breath was shaky and he looked like a mess, panicking you, and out of pure instinct you approached him and sat on his back, making him fall down.

-Agh, Y/n! Why did you do this? Don't you see I am training?

-Rin, baby, you were overworking yourself, your eyes almost popped out of your eye sockets, I got so worried!

You mewled out, tears forming at the corner of your eyes, standing up from him and sitting next to him. Rindou quickly got over his irritation and got up, hugging you from behind.

-I understand your worries. Sorry, my love. I just felt like I was not training enough, and pushed myself a little bit over the edge...

He sighed and placed a kiss on your shoulder, gently caressing your arms to calm you down. He blew raspberries on your neck and it made you giggle.-Stop it, and go shower, you're sweaty.

-If I do so, will you sit on my face instead?-he snickered and gently bit your ear in a teasing manner, and you nodded in an approval.

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Mikey ⤵

-Y/n, I told you, and I am not going to repeat myself. I don't want to go.

He was stubborn, extremely stubborn. It was almost headache inducing, and you knew it, you usually never tried to argue further with him, always backed down so easily, but this time you were tough.

-Manjiro, I am tired of you always declining all kinds of suggestions for us to go out. I don't want to stay cooped up in this dark apartment.

-Then go yourself, why should I be there?

-Because you're my husband, and I want to spend some time with you outside of our home, making memories.

-We can make memories here too, Y/n.-he brushed you off and laid back on the sofa.

You wanted to go the beach with your husband, but unfortunately, he rejected your yet another proposal to go out. You wanted him to see you in your new swimsuit you bought so badly. You wanted to step your foot down, and didn't say anything before approaching him and sitting on his neck, your thighs squishing his cheeks, making him widen his eyes in surprise.

-You're coming with me. I don't care, or I will suffocate you.

-And you actually think I'd mind that?-retorted Mikey, placing his hand on your thighs and turning around to kiss each one of them. It kind of tickled, so you squeezed a little harder.-Are you sure?-you smirked at him and leaned a bit closer.

For the first time ever, you won, and he came with you to the beach. He was sulking the entire time, but at least you both enjoyed your trip to the beach and had lots of fun.

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Kokonoi ⤵

Another trip at another lavish hotel. The sweet smell from the aroma diffuser wafted around in the hotel room, or should you say apartment, for this was larger than the usual hotels you stayed in. Your husband, Kokonoi, was browsing something on his laptop, with a cup of tea in his hand.

You decided to grab a drink from the hotel minibar. Kokonoi always told you to stay away from alcohol, because you were a lightweight. However, the atmosphere was too aesthetically pleasing not to add a taste of expensive whiskey, sitting on a couch in front of a huge window, overlooking the entire city.

-Sugar, I will go to the pool, wanna join me?-your husband asked you, gently massaging your hand

-I will come later, I want to stay here for a little more.

He nodded and placed a kiss on your lips.-Don't drink too much, sugar.-and with this, he left the room in his robe

You should've listened. A wave of dizziness washed over you. You weren't able to put your swimsuit properly, and swayed left and right on your way to the pool. Kokonoi sighed when he saw you, helping you fix your swimsuit.

-Sugar, you shouldn't have drunk that much...-he exclaimed, gesturing you to get inside the water with him. The pool wasn't very deep, so there wasn't any danger.

You were very clingy when tipsy, so you held onto him like a koala, until he slipped and fell down the pool stairs. Good thing they were underwater. You just remained sat on his lap, wrapping your hands around him and absentmindedly caressing his jawline.

-Hugs-s...-you slurred out, causing Kokonoi to chuckle

-C'mon my tipsy koala, let's have a little swim together.-he wrapped your legs around his waist, gently swimming around with you, only the gentle splashes of the water echoing through the big room.

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Hanma⤵

A loud bang in the middle of the night woke you up from your deep slumber, causing you to fall out of the bed. The drowsiness was swiftly gone and you took the gun your husband gifted you to protect yourself from your nightstand.

Slowly, you went out of the bedroom, just to see your husband slumped down on the ground, panting, covered in bruises and cuts, blood dripping off of them, parts of his suit torn. You gasped at the sight and threw the gun down, rushing to take the first aid kit from the bathroom.

-Oh my god, Hanma, what the hell happened???-you helped your husband to the sofa and placed him gently down

-Sorry, sweetcheeks, I got into yet another fight on my way here. But I took these bastards out all alone.-even in this state, he had his signature grin, but that didn't calm you down the slightest

-Honey... you could've gotten yourself killed... but it isn't your fault, good that you've dealt with them alone.

You took a cotton pad and applied iodine to it, then you placed yourself on his lap to clean his wounds thoroughly.-Oop.-your husband exclaimed, and placed one of his hands on your lower back, the other one massaging your buttcheek.

-Don't get too excited, honey, I am just cleaning you up, and this position is more comfortable.-you choked in between a giggle, knowing damn well you were lying a little bit

-Yeah, okay, sure. If you clean me up like this every time, I will get hurt more often.

He got a light punch from you on the shoulders, but both of you giggled and you cleaned his wounds, placing small kisses on each one of them.

a/n: why aren't they real I hope you liked it!

#tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #haitani ran #ran haitani #rindou haitani #haitani rindou #sanzu haruchiyo #sano manjiro #manjiro sano #kokonoi x y/n #kokonoi hajime #hajime kokonoi #hanma shuji #shuji hanma

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coffee-and-tea-time · 7 months ago

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🂠 ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ 🂠 Tea party menu🂠 ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ 🂠

Coffee speaking! Tea speaking! Twins speaking!

We have a various kinds of tea, chai latte is my personal favorite tho

Come on Dear, take a sit with us in this tea party! If you rather coffee, of course we have!

We have a lot of little treats to share with you as well!

Maybe is someone's happy not-birthday? oh, its our not-birthday too!

So, tell us, what do you wish to have?

🍅 Fruit salad:

INTRO POST

🍋 Lemon:

edit! Not really bullys

human! Lemon + silly edit

wish I was your safe space

🍓 Strawberry:

edit! Not really bullys

🍈 Melon:

Sweet sweet rain

🍏 Green Apple:

edit! Not really bullys

🍍 Pineapple:

edit! Interruption

better that sleeping pills

➤ keep pretending

➤ Say something

do you notice?

human! Pin

🫀Lovesick!:

You need a proper care, Dear (Lovesick! Doctor)

Can't you stay longer? (Lovesick! Patient x Reader.)

💐 Hanahaki killer:

Imagine if hanahaki isn't a sickness but a serial killer

❄️ Backrooms:

liminal space single daddy introduction post

🏪 The yandere shop:

welcome to the shop! What are you looking for?

Sneak peek of the first encounters

Out of the menu, still the choice (the seller post)

You choose... me? (Grier post)

🎪 Circus:

Why being a side character when you can have the spotlight?

✨ Specials

Halloween special 🎃 (2024)

Oh, and if you don't find that little something you're searching for...

You can always sit and ask/sugest us, dont be shy, Dear. Although we express differently, we share our only braincell.

So come sit with us and enjoy this little tea party we prepared for you, with all the sweets and the sours too!

Ah, last but not least, english isn't our first language, probably you all will find weird things in my posts lol, y si prefieren leer algo en español, también pueden pedirnos usarlo si hacen un ask, acá está el intro post en español.

Our beloved neighbors that come to celebrate their not birthday with us! (anon list):

🧸 anon

🍰 anon

🥞anon

Do you also want to celebrate your not birthday? Of course, come with us, my brother makes the best brownie ever, you should try it!

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love-minor-poltergeist · 3 months ago

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Are you still taking requests? If so, could I please request the Devil having a sorta flirtatious love hate relationship with fiddler. If you ever heard the Song, The Devil went down to Georgia, you’ll get it but the gist is, the Devil challenges the person to a fiddle competition and lost. But the fiddler offers for him to come on back and try again if he likes, quite rightfully proud of their musical skills even refusing a golden fiddle the Devil offered as a reward… supposedly

A/N: Oh anon your mind!

It took me a while to figure out how to tackle this prompt, and I had opted to make a short fic about it! I'm a little out of practice when it comes to writing something that isn't a set of bulletpoint hcs, so please don't be afraid to let me know what you think!

The Devil Went Down to Georgia Word Count: 2.3k

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Your daddy had always been a religious man, as were most of the folks in your small town.

Many hot summer Sundays were spent getting up early to get ready for church. The priest, hair thinning and skin glistening with sweat, shouting his sermon; eyes ablaze like the fire and brimstone he preached. All you could remember from his impassioned screaming was just how crazed he looked– the hellish landscape he painted forever burned into your mind.

While Pa was nothing like that dreadful priest, he took those words to heart. Always warning to be wary of temptation. For temptation was the Devil’s way of leading you astray. You’ve never truly put your mind into the whole Heaven and Hell business— heck, you stopped coming to church long before your twentieth birthday– but you knew that Pa would never do you wrong.

“The Devil is a man you don’t wanna mess with,” Pa said one day.

You agreed to help him chop some wood after Sunday mass; you don’t remember exactly what led the two of you down this conversation, but you remember feeling Pa’s watchful gaze focused on you as you dozed off during another sermon.

“He’ll come to ya in a chariot of fire, taller than any building you’ve seen, and try to take ya away. Using pretty words and empty promises, and by the time ya see through that honeyed haze, yir as good as dead.”

He finished point with one final swing of his ax, the loud crack of splintering wood causing you to flinch.

Pa’s face softened, mumbling a small “sorry punkin” as he softly clapped a calloused hand on your shoulder.

The two of you stood over the work you’ve done. Silently basking in the afterglow of progress.

After a few moments, Pa spoke once more.

“I’m serious, Punkin,” you felt his hand tighten on your shoulder. “Promise me that if you ever meet the Devil, you do the right thing.”

And so, you promised your pa. Swore on his and Mama’s graves that you’d turn tail and run if you ever crossed paths with the prince of darkness.

Of course, a part of you thought Pa was paranoid. That he was letting his fear of god cloud his reason. Cause there ain’t no way that the big bad Devil would ever wander down into the middle of nowhere, Georgia. A part of you wasn’t even sure if he existed.

But you wouldn’t dare say this out loud. Instead, you meekly smiled and promised your pa. Anything to ease his worries.

And you kept that promise. Life continued. You fell into a comfortable, if not a little monotonous routine. Get up, help with the farm, play your fiddle for the cattle— rinse and repeat.

That is until one day, during a dry summer not even a week ago, you met the Devil.

It happened so quickly. Unexpectedly. One minute, you reclined against a stump, having just finished your chores for the day, and decided to relax while playing your fiddle. The very next minute, you had felt the ground shake.

He emerged from the earth.

The ground was torn asunder as the prongs of a golden trident scorched the terrain an ashen black; a great gaping maw yawned open. Pillars of flame shot forth into the sky, the cries of birds resounding in your skull as the smell of smoke and tobacco filled your nose. You coughed, head swimming as you reached to cover your nose, nearly dropping your violin to the ground as you braced yourself against the roaring flames.

Through burning pillars, a clawed hand emerged. With a snap of their fingers, the portal instantly closed, the fiery pillars forced down into their earthly furnace; leaving behind a blackened scar against the grass, and a looming figure.

And as you slowly lower your arm, fingers tightening their grasp on your bow and fiddle– clutching both to your chest, desperate to get an extra layer of protection against the stranger– a small, foolhardy part of your panic-addled brain couldn’t help but notice one thing:

The Devil was a lot shorter than you’d thought he’d be.

༻︶𓏶︶༺

You didn’t even know what spurred you to accept the demon’s challenge– beat him against a fiddle-playing competition, and you’ll win a golden fiddle of your own. And if you lose, your soul is forfeit.

Truth be told, it was quite a crap deal. The prize he offered you was a bit… gaudy. Heck, who were you kidding? The thing was tacky and ugly. The strings looked way too stiff, too harsh for your weathered old bow. It wouldn’t serve much for anything other than as an oversized chachki.

However, the way the demon looked at you– or rather, how his hooded gaze looked towards his talons…

He looked bored. Was he so confident that he’d win? Did he think that little of you?

You were so miffed that you found yourself saying yes without a second thought. The minute you did, a deep, haughty laughter filled your ear, and a pit formed in your stomach. A devious smile formed on his lips, eyes upturned and alight with arrogance.

The darned bastard had thought he had it in the bag…

Well. You did make a promise.

However— Pa wasn’t there.

And you’d be darned if some stranger could think he could walk all over you.

So you may or not have… tried a little too hard in your wager. Just a little! Well, you technically had to. Since you didn’t want to lose your soul. However, despite the circumstances, you enjoyed your little competition. Not to mention that the further you two went, the more you felt that warm, drunken feeling of satisfaction well up in your belly.

Cause for a demon so darned confident in himself, he was only really decent at it. Well, scratch that– he was good, but you played your beloved instrument almost every day.

And the difference in skill was apparent. Extremely so.

The Devil had felt his fingers ache and knuckles burn from how hard he gripped onto his bow, lips pulled into a tight frown as he watched you practically dance circles around him. Your hands were a flurry of movement and a grin steadily overtook your face the longer you played.

By the time you had finished, the demon had already given up. He huffed, hackles raised and steam emanating from his fingertips. The black flesh of his cheeks was aglow with a deep, rusted red as he grumbled under his breath.

With little fanfare, he tossed the golden fiddle down at your feet. None too gentle as it nearly hit your feet, forcing a jump for you. He turned away from you, his tail whipping about erratically, and raised his trident.

Wait, that was it? No goodbye, no afterword? Not even a cliched speech about how “he’ll be back”? Is he just going to give up? Darn, you had a lot of fun— the horrible threat of losing your soul aside. No one indulged in music with you, not to mention keep up with your speed.

You bit your lip, and you looked back towards the demon.

Oh, your pa would kill you for this.

Just as a portal was torn open, flooding your nose with the scent of smoke and sulfur, you made up your mind.

You grabbed his tail.

The limb felt strange in your grasp. It was thin yet dense with underlying muscle; like grabbing onto a cottonmouth. Not to mention it was hot. Overwhelmingly hot. Practically burning your hand. You watched as the pointed tip quickly wrapped itself around your wrist; coiling itself until you felt the blood circulation become cut off.

Nevertheless, you persisted. Biting through the pain with watery eyes as the Devil immediately stopped. He whipped his bed back to you, nose scrunched and face pinched into a sour frown. A low growl emerged from his throat, annoyance clear as day in his sickly yellow eyes.

You grinned.

“Now hold on, Mr. Devil,” you start, casually placing your fiddle on your shoulder. “I gotta say, that was probably the most excitement I’ve had in this part of Georgia in years-”

“Get on with it.”

Yeesh. Someone was a little cranky.

“Alright, alright, keep your pants on, mister,” you snort. “Now, before I was so rudely interrupted, I just wanted to say you’re always welcome to come back!

”

The Devil’s face relaxed for a moment. Nose no longer as scrunched as week-old laundry and lips dropping its frown. He didn’t relax his grip on his trident.

“What.”

“Yup!” you chirp, your lips popping at the p– an action that didn’t escape the demon’s notice. “Listen, it gets mighty boring around here! You’re welcome to come on back if you want to try again!”

The Devil turned to face you fully now, brows knitted together as he stared down at you. His mouth fell open, then closed, then open again. This repeated a few times as he silently stared at you. He shook his head, leaning his weight against his trident as he lowered himself to your height; eyes narrowed.

“What.”

“Ya heard me.”

“Hold that tongue of yours, yokel,” he spat. “What game are you playing?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Your offer. You do realize the gravitas of this offer, no?”

“Yessir.”

“You said I was welcome to try again. Your soul will always be at stake, do you know that?”

“Yup.”

“Once you lose it–”

“If I lose it. Ya haven’t beaten me yet.”

“Oh shut it, you little shoehorn,” he jabbed a clawed finger at your chest. “Once you lose it, your soul is mine, and you’ll be cursed to live out the rest of your pitiful existence as a husk. Devoid of any consciousness.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’ll be a zombie, you moron.”

“Copy that, captain.”

“Are you normally this stupid?”

He grabbed your shoulder at that point, eyes wild and teeth bared. You felt the hot, piercing tip of the prongs of his trident press against your neck; his breath– rich and hot with the scent of tobacco– hit your face in warm puffs. The demon’s nose brushed against yours, and god almighty if he moved any closer the two of you would be kissing.

Soft, traitorous warmth found itself seeping into your cheeks. Your heart flipped-flopped about in your ribcage like a trout out of water, and you silently prayed that the demon couldn’t hear it as you mustered up a cocky grin.

“Nope. I’m just the best there ever was.”

A growl, low and gravelly, rumbled from the Devil’s throat. A look of annoyance filled his eyes as he clicked his tongue. He let go of your shoulder and rose to his full height. The prongs of his trident eased their bite on your neck, no longer threatening to stab into the pliant flesh of your windpipe.

Blazing metal slowly traveled upwards, leaving behind whispers of heat in their wake as the Devil slowly eased it beneath your chin. The Devil slowly and methodically craned your head up, quietly relishing the way your throat struggled to force down a nervous swallow.

The demon remained silent the entire way through. Only breaking it to occasionally growl if you tried to speak; his eyes lidded and lips threaded into a thin line. The Devil's tail moved to and fro in a metronomic pattern as his gaze grew hooded; contemplation weighing the lids down as he raised a large hand towards his mouth.

The entire interaction lasted maybe only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity had passed before the silence was broken by another low rumble from the Devil. Not quite a growl, but it wasn’t a purr, either. You couldn’t put your finger on it. However, you could guess it only meant something good, as the Devil finally moved his trident away; and you find yourself shakily releasing a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“Very well.” The Devil shifted his trident beside him once more. “I accept your offer.”

He knocked the butt of his trident against the earth once, twice, and the earth yawned open once more. Red light washed over the demon’s form, illuminating the demon’s back in a crimson halo.

He grinned, baring sharp teeth, eyes full of malintent, and your stomach rolled as you could only imagine what was going on in that man’s head.

“I won’t stop until that soul is mine, little mortal.” He pointed a finger towards you. “You best keep yourself sharp. I’d hate to be disappointed after all of that talk.”

You watched as he stepped a foot within the portal, cheeks pained as you fought to maintain your cocky grin.

“Lookin’ forward to it, sweetness.”

The endearment was tacked on at the last minute. You didn’t mean anything by it. After all, you had just beat the Devil at his own game. You were safe. For now, at least. Perhaps it was just the high of victory that had pushed you to be a bit more saucy with the demon.

What you didn’t expect, however, was the way his face fell. It was hard to make out from the red light of the portal beneath him, but you coulda swore that you saw his dark cheeks become a rusted brown.

He turned his head before you could look any further, an annoyed huff following after.

“Good grief you’re annoying.” You heard him mutter. “I cannot wait to crush your pathetic body into the ground.”

“Don’t get too excited, Mr. D.”

Oh my god, why couldn’t you just shut up?

“Keep talking like that and I’ll start to think that you want to see me again.”

While a part of you panicked, it was overpowered by a snort as the Devil let out an offended ‘UGH’ before leaving. He had practically leaped into the portal, desperate to get away, leaving behind smoldering earth in his wake.

As you stood there, heart frantically racing, all you could do was wonder when the next time you’d see him would be.

And you silently apologized to your pa for looking forward to seeing the Devil again.

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#cuphead #cuphead dont deal with the devil #cuphead: don't deal with the devil #devil x reader #x reader #reader inserts #gender neutral reader #requests #ch the devil #ch the devil/reader #meet ugly #fic #self ship #the devil cuphead #cuphead devil #tsundere #does this count as tsundere?idk

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unknownarmageddon · 1 year ago

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you say you aren't much of a dream guy but I don't know man, youre a pretty dreamy guy /p /lh /lh /lh

-♣

WEEPING

#/lh/lh/lh #answering asks #anon asks #this is hilarious thank you BAHA #♣ anon

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cannibal-auntie · 7 months ago

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Hi there, everyone! I've heard quite a lot about this site, and I thought why not take time to babysit! I do so love little ones, I'd be happy to have you all aboard!

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♡Boundaries: please be kind in general, no disrespecting me or others! I'm quite patient, though, so I can handle a little tantrum here and there!

❢Nicknames I'm gladly alright with: mama, auntie, mommy, Anything else you'd like to call me!

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DNI IF: N$FW, KINK, GENERAL CRITERIA(homo/transphobe, racist, proship)

#hazbin hotel agere #fandom agere #sfw agere

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rietveild · 2 years ago

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 sent by ➝ anonymous♡ (ty!)

What are their 5 most recent Google searches?

— marketwatch stocks — how to braid hair — beverage distributor rates — live police scanner — pasta dishes for six

he keeps anything that could possibly be ~ illegal ~ or tracked back to him far away from google searches because he knows how easily that sort of thing is recorded and tracked by others !

#wow kaz ��🤨🤨 how to braid hair 🤨 who might that be about ??#who might u be fantasizing about 🤨🤨🤨#pasta dishes for six?? pretty specific number kazzle 🤨🤨#making family dinners 🤨🤨🤨 almost like you care about ur friends #also my lil list would not stay small text so i gave up trying HAHA #anon.#♣ ➝ the world unlocks with a click 「 answered 」#♣ ➝ beneath the sickly skin 「 headcanon 」

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proseinborderland · 2 years ago

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The Prescription

Chishiya x Reader

Description: Anon request regarding how Chishiya would react to finding out you have epilepsy.

Warnings: out-ed medical condition, closeted surgeon

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The Prescription

You walk into your room to see Chishiya sitting in the chair by your desk, slowly turning a white medication bottle in his hands repetitively, as though he were reading and re-reading the script over and over again.

You wanted to be angry with him, but you figured he would find out eventually, it just wasn't a topic you liked talking about with people even before waking up in The Borderlands.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks almost too calmly, as though he's holding something back, but you're too taken off guard with his question to concern yourself with whatever it was this mysterious man was keeping inside.

You sigh and take a seat on the end of the bed, facing him. "I didn't… know how." I replied anxiously.

The truth was you didn't know how to tell a man you're extremely attracted to - both mentally and physically something that could potentially cause others harm during a game if they tried to assist you - and though you allow him to keep you at arm's length, it's mostly because you just want to be near him.

Chishiya made you feel supported, protected, and even occasionally, desired. There were feelings you held close. You most definitely felt as though you both needed and wanted him in this new world, but his uptight, apathetic demeanor also came with what seemed an impenetrable suit of armor to his soul.

Your eyes meet, his brow furrows, and in a cold tone, he replies “mmmm, I don’t know, how about: I have epilepsy and I’ve been keeping it from everyone this entire time!?”

“I didn’t want to bother anyone with it.”

“No, you were too afraid of how the others would react.” He retorted.

“That too.” You reply timidly.

“Well, the good thing is that Keppra shouldn’t be too hard to find.”

Chishiya put the bottle back inside the desk drawer he’d found it in. “I was looking for a good pen.” he replied to the unasked question on your face before taking a seat next to you on the bed, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter at top speed and surge of vulnerability shot through you.

You both hesitantly turn to face one another.

“So, are you mad at me?” you ask dreadfully, as tears pooled in your eyes.

Chishiya reached out and placed his hand over my forearm, his face looked burdensome in his own deserted, yet oddly comforting way.

“You can’t escape epilepsy.” He said, matter-of-factly.

“I know that.”

“When was your last one?” He questioned. “You know you’re going to need to be extra careful during the games.”

“3 months ago. I manage it well, so you don’t have to worry, ok?! I know how careful I need to be! I am and I also know how risky this all is Chishiya! Do you think I want to be a burden to anyone?” you asked, trying not to sound too emotional.

“Don’t think like that, I told you we should be able to find the Keppra easily...”

His hand squeezed my arm lightly. “We’ll get through this. I know where Hatter’s medical supplies are stashed. I can get some of the other medications and vitamins you need as well. '' Chishiya said, sliding his hand back into his pockets and stood from my bed, before looking down at me. “You should also start getting used to me checking-in on you more frequently now.”

“I do not need a nurse, Chishiya!” “No, you don’t.” He laughed, “Unfortunately, you need me.”

Then, within a blink of an eye, he had opened my door, and was taking his leave.

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