#I'm not in a place where I can safely lift rn

[transrevolutions]

punk culture is when your hands fucking hurt from pushing in all the spikes for your jacket

[justporo]

Romantic little headcanons for Astarion and Tav

As I said - I feel like I need this rn because I lost some faith in humanity today (I'm fine now though, dw). And I've been deep in my feelings lately about these two silly little geese (as if I there was a time where I wasn't...), so have some cutesy little headcanons:

Astarion always likes to make sure you're safe and that often manifests with him keeping a hand on your back in support or on your shoulder, maybe his arm around your waist

Also him like softly pushing you with his hand on your back so you're not the one walking in the middle of the busy street; you don't even notice he's doing that he's so gentle about it

You both can't stop staring at each other: stealing glances when the other isn't looking

When you're getting caught you mostly blush as Astarion makes a silly little comment about how obvious you are (affectionately)

When you catch him, he just keeps looking, smile growing bigger until he leans in for a kiss

Astarion looooves to show you off! Not in a trophy kind of way (maybe a little) but like "Look at my wonderful darling love. How beautiful and smart and witty and - dare I say - deadly?", he said and sighed dreamily.

You love holding his hand; he doesn't get it at first but it also becomes a form of reassurance between the two of you: when you don't feel comfortable or you feel like the other needs to feel support you grab each other's hand and squeeze it

But Tav also loves grabbing one of Astarion's hands like when they're sitting around talking, looking at his beautiful long fingers, massaging it gently and then entwining your fingers with his

Also Astarion lifting your joint fingers whenever you hold hands to press a kiss to them

Also Astarion letting his hands wander over your spine, just his hands sliding up and down your back or tip-tapping two fingers along it - doesn't matter if you're clothed or naked, he can never get enough of you

Astarion is also touching your face as often as possible: cupping your cheeks with his hands, holding your chin with his thumb on it; pinching your nose and shaking it softly when you're being a little sassy

Also annoying each other with big wet smooches: "Tav - NO, get your slobbery lips AWAY FROM ME! If I wanted to experience this I would let Scratch lick my face!" But he was already firmly in your grasp and you placed a wet and very loud smacking kiss on his lips. He stuck his tongue out and scrunched up his nose afterwards as you giggled. But you weren't the last to laugh when the vampire grabbed your face and started placing smooches all over your face in payback.

My soul feels better again now. Thanks for coming to my TED talk on how silly and diabetes-inducing cute these two would be.

[roolette]

Smoke NSFW alphabet

You guys don't understand how much I need this man.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He holds you in his arms and does not let go (unless you want to, but seriously, who would want to?). He's probably taller than you, and let's be real, he's a big teddy bear. He'll worry if he was too much, and you run your hands through his hair, comforting him. It's safe with him.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

He likes his arms. They're strong, and can easily lift you up. As for you, he likes your eyes. Yes, he knows that's cheesy, but let him be a romantic. He can get lost in your eyes, just staring as he realizes that this is real, and you're his.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He wants to cum in you, if you'll let him. He likes the way it drips out of you after you're done, and it just feels good to cum in you. If you don't want to, no worries, his pull-out game is strong. He'll cum on your chest and guide your finger through it, leading your finger to your mouth.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants you to take control. As much as he likes being in charge, he'll easily turn into putty in your hands if you let him. Hold him by the jaw and make him look into your eyes, praise him while he eats you out, and tell him exactly where to put it. Trust me, he'll love it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's fairly experienced, but not with something as loving as you two. Navigating this relationship is a new, exciting thing for him, and he wants to give you the best he can.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Missionary, and no it's NOT boring. He likes being able to look at you while he's inside you, and he likes the closeness the position lets him have. He'll run his hands up and down your body, kissing you and holding you, whispering praise into your ear.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He'll accidentally be goofy while trying to be serious, which turns into a lot of laughter and love.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Happy trail happy trail happy trail happy (I am forcibly dragged off stage)

Anyway, he has a happy trail and I'm barking at the walls rn, so let's move on.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Oh, my God. He is so loving and romantic. Constantly praising you, kissing you everywhere. Also, he usually gets you off first before he focuses on himself. He wants to see you come apart in his arms, it's the best for him.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He doesn't jack off much. He's a grown man, and besides, he has you. Save the semen and all. Still, sometimes you're busy, and his mind and hand can't help but wander. He whines, by the way.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise. He'll praise you all the time, but PLEASE, praise him in return. Tell him how good he's being for you, and he'll melt for you. Call him a good boy. Tell him he's yours.

Biting. Mark THE FUCK out of his neck, thighs, chest, wherever. He'll wear the marks with pride, no matter how many sideways glances he gets.

Breeding. Look, he may not be ready to be a father, but he's going to fill you up with his cum and tell you how he's going to knock you up, make you his.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In your bed. He wants sex to be something special between the two of you, and he feels the most comfortable there. Sometimes he can be persuaded to fuck you against the wall during training, which is fast and rough. What can he say, seeing you fight is hot.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Sit. In. His. Lap. Do it, just do it, trust me. Give it two seconds, and he'll be hard. Running your hand through his hair will also do it.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He does not like to be called "daddy". It feels weird to him, especially if he happens to be older than you. Besides, he prefers more... submissive pet names.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man is a MUNCH. He especially likes it when you sit on his face, and he will hold your thighs down to make sure you don't squirm or move off of him. All or nothing. He'll tongue fuck you and kiss your clit, swallowing every drop. As far as receiving, he's hesitant. He wants to fuck your face, but he worries he'll hurt you, so it takes some persuasion. Once you get into it, though, he's gripping your hair, moaning above you and telling you how good you feel.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow most of the time, he likes to take his time making you feel good. Except after training or fighting. Get him while he's sweaty and excited, and you'll have him bending you over and fucking you on the nearest surface.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not the biggest fan, as he prefers to take it slow. Still, sometimes he needs you, and he'll take you quick and hard.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He worries about hurting you, but there are a lot of things he wants to try. Just talk to him first. Explicit consent is sexy!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He can LAST. He loves overstimulating you, and will go until you're gasping and gripping the sheets. If you have the time, you can go for a couple rounds.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He'll hold a vibrator to your clit while he tongue fucks you. He sees toys not as a competition, but as an assistant.

Strap on. He takes you so well.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He tries to tease, but he just wants to give you whatever you desire, so being a brat with him will probably lead to some confusion. What do you mean, "make me"? How is he supposed to make you?

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Man is VOCAL. He whines and moans, and he is talkative, babbling to you about how good you feel. Tell him to shut up, though, and he's quiet.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Can lift you up easily, and will pick you up and throw you on the bed. In a non-sexual way, he'll sometimes just pick you up and carry you on his back.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's thicker than he is long, and uncut. The first time you had sex, there were some worries you couldn't take it, but don't worry, you took it well.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He thought it wasn't that high, really. Then he met you. He wants you as much as he can have you. This sort of hunger is new to him, but you're happy to satiate it for him.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He wants to stay up talking to you, and he tries, but it doesn't take long for him to doze off with you in his arms. You press your ear against his chest, feeling his heartbeat as he falls asleep.

[junicult]

I love how you write harvey sm!!! You had me swooning with every words !! So sweet, short, and straight to the point but very flavorful and entertaining! i'm so happy i came across your blog !

I have a prompt that u can feel free to use!

What do you think Harvey is like when he & the farmer just got married? For example, is he very timid that he couldn't sleep when next to the farmer? Is he very hesitant to hold them? Or other things u think/headcanon? Would love to read your thoughts! Thank you so much for your time !!<3

!! harvey as your new husband

contains ; domestic fluff. another post of me rambling lol. entirely sfw! gn!farmer / gender is never implied. short drabble.

note ; i’m in a harvey brainrot rn that every time i try to sit down to write for the other bachelors, i just end up staring at my screen doing nothing 😓

when you were only dating, it wasn’t rare for harvey to come over while you were working after he found some time of his own.

even once, after you invited him over and sighed about how dirty you felt the cottage was since you hardly had time to clean—he became accustomed to do so just for you.

bringing over his own cleaning supplies just to sweep the dust, help with laundry, clean your kitchen and make dinner for you.

and he didn’t even mind doing all of it, just to help you lift the weight of your chores.

so after that one time, and you came home to see a squeaky clean home, and your excellent boyfriend after a particularly exhausting day—you could’ve cried.

not to mention, he goes the great mile. those large yellow gloves over his hands, non-slip shoes and a hardware apron over his clothes so he wouldn’t get himself dirty.

some may say it’s a bit dramatic, but he says prepared.

anyways, it became a routine he was fond of doing.

harvey came over a lot. to the point where his own house didn’t really feel like home anymore.

he hated those nights when he couldn’t come over, forced to sleep in his own bed without you by his side. it would take him longer to fall asleep if he couldn’t feel you next to him. he probably had to hug a pillow just to feel something lol.

so when you got married, it’s safe to say he was ecstatic to be moving out of his lonely apartment. especially when you made time to come help him, packing stuff in boxes.

it really made him realize how life changing it is. to see you labeling each box, sorting through his cds and tapes while talking about your future together.

“i think these would look nice in our living room, i could move my bookshelf over and we could squeeze this in…” you ramble on, face full of concentration.

it made his heart gush, even just hearing you call it our living room.

when you’d “ooo” and “aaa” at items of his you looked forward to decorating the house with, and “uhh” at the ones you didn’t. he couldn’t possibly be upset, if anything, he’d laugh at your honesty. there’s nothing that’d make him upset right now.

so when you were finally married, you had to work but he spent the majority of the day squeezing his stuff into the house like you both planned, it still felt right.

you didn’t have to be beside him, helping him unbox for him to be happy. he found everything seemed to fit in place.

settling in didn’t feel as much of a task as you both thought it’d be. there was always a cloud of sadness when he’d have to leave, so finally that experience was tarnished after the knot was tied.

there’s no leaving anymore, because he always comes right back.

at this point, his nerves being around you were fizzled, but of course he still got butterflies when he’d see you.

any moment he was intimate with you still made him feel much younger with the way his heart would pound and his palms would grow sweaty. even if you were just leaning in to kiss him.

so the first night you two were living together as a married couple—i don’t think he’d be so nervous.

or at least, not nervous in a bad way.

“which side of the bed should i sleep on?”

“harvey, we’ve slept together before. this isn’t new.” you tease.

“well we’ve never slept together as a married couple who lives in the same house. this is the start to the rest of our lives, i want to make sure we’re making the right decision,” and after he realizes what he implied, he’s widening his eyes and shaking his head, “no! not like that! as in, what if i sleep on the right side, but i sleep on my right side so my back is always turned to you—“

“harvey, honey…i’m not going to be mad at you if i wake up and you’re not facing me.” you giggle.

he really knows how to overthink everything.

but once you’re finally tucked in bed together (you on the right, him on the left) i don’t think he’ll overthink at this point.

by now, you’re both so in love that he doesn’t second guess reaching over to hold you anymore. he doesn’t need to rethink all of that.

when you latch onto him, pressing your face into his chest and wrapping your arms around him—he’s bound to get butterflies. you may even hear his heart beat a little quicker. but he’s not shy to give you the same treatment.

if he could, he’d hold you all day. he never wants to let go.

[fandoms-writings]

Pursuit

Pairing: Nomad!Steve x Agent!Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: Requested by anon - "Don't go where I can't follow, I thought I lost you"/"Honey, you're exhausted, go back to sleep."

Warnings: it's angsty, reader curses, but that's about it.

A/N: I promise I'm working on getting through these requests, life is just insane rn and i've been trying to get into some digital art, so i'm a little busy rn.

Masterpost

The second Steve stepped through the door of their latest safehouse, he knew something was off. The hair on the back of his neck stood at attention and he honed in all of his senses to focus on his surroundings. The others were still on their way, they'd all taken different routes here to at least try not to bring attention here, though it seemed like that didn't matter in the end. 

If the house was compromised, they'd need to make a swift exit, hopefully without killing anyone. But that also meant they had one last place they could safely hide from SHIELD. 

He steeled himself before taking cautious steps through the front room, back to the kitchen where he would check the dining room before heading up the stairs to clear the bedrooms. But there was something that caught his attention in the dining room. 

It looked like someone was seated there at the table in the dark. He clenched his fist, bracing himself for whatever was coming, and turned the light on. 

He thought he'd been found, that sitting at the table was an agent, waiting to bring him in. Or maybe even a Hydra agent, ready to kill him. For a second, he thought Nat could've been there - she did like to scare the crap out of him every now and then. 

But when that light turned on, it was worse than any of those outcomes. It was a sight that had his heart aching in his chest. 

You were seated at the table, staring at him with a gaze of steel, your hands folded over a gun on the table. 

He took a breath to steady himself from the shock of seeing you before taking a tentative step into the room. He didn't think he'd ever see you again if he was being honest with himself, not after he left SHIELD. 

"You were harder to track down than I thought you'd be," Your voice filled the room and he barely kept himself from flinching. You never spoke to him like this, cold and emotionless, he'd heard it in interrogations that you lead, but it was never aimed at him. "I suppose Nat's to thank for that." 

"What are you doing here?" He asked, trying to take a subtle glance around the room to see if you'd bought anyone with you. 

"It's just us, you can stop being paranoid." 

He glanced back to you, only letting his shoulders drop slightly before he gripped the back of the chair in front of him. "Why are you here?" 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, "Not even a 'hey baby, i missed you' huh?" You leaned back in your chair, folding your arms across your chest, "No, 'sorry I left you behind when we went on the run'?" 

He sighed, hanging his head. "I didn't want to leave you there." He muttered. 

"Bull shit," You snapped, "You know I would've dropped everything for you." 

He nodded at his feet, "I know. I'm sorry." 

"Sorry isn't gonna cut it this time, Steve." 

He lifted his head to look at you when your voice broke over his name, the tension in his shoulders from the day falling, replaced by a new stress. The way you were looking at him was devastating. Your jaw was clenched as you fought the wobble in your lips. The bags under your eyes were more prominent than he'd ever seen before, and your chest was heaving in uneven breaths as you kept yourself together. 

"I know," He started, "I know an apology isn't enough. But I am sorry." Slowly, he rounded the table until he stood three from you, his eyes glancing down to your shaking hands as you gripped your arms. "I wanted to come get you, but I didn't know if your department had been compromised or not. I also didn't want to force you to become federally wanted by the government, and there definitely wasn't enough time to talk about it." 

You were silent, watching him out of the corner of your eye as he pulled out the chair next to you, taking a seat and leaning his elbows on his knees. 

"The plan was to contact you when things calmed down," He explained, "It's just taken a lot longer than I thought it would." 

You let out a wet scoff, your voice tight as you said, "You're Captain America, Steven, on the run. What did you think? That they'd forget about you after a few days?" 

The attitude, the sass you gave him warmed his heart a bit - it meant you weren't so mad at him that it wasn't fixable, so he let out a small breath. 

"I don't know," He muttered, "With everything going on, I guess I didn't really think about it." 

"No shit." Your voice broke and he watched the first tear break through your lashes. He reached up, brushing it away with his knuckles before cupping your face, his heart aching in his chest like it was trying to reach for yours. They'd been off the grid for weeks now - weeks that he hadn't been able to hold you, to kiss you, to just be with you. 

"I'm so sorry, baby," He whispered, leaning so far forward that he slid out of his chair, gently landing on his knees in front of you. 

"Did you really think I wouldn't come for you?" You asked and he shook head. 

"I wasn't sure," he muttered, "I didn't know how tight of a leash they'd have on you because of who you are to me." His brows pulled together in thought and his paranoia began to creep back up the back of his neck. "How did you get out?" 

You smirked down at him, not bothering to wipe at the tears he was catching with his knuckles, "Don't you remember who trained me?" 

He huffed a laugh at that. Nat had trained you when you first joined SHIELD - before he was even brought out of the ice. And you two were like peas in a pod. But when you started dating Steve, the higher ups moved you to a different department, to avoid internal conflict and possible distraction in the field. 

He had no doubt that you didn't leave a trail here - hell, you could've even faked your death to get out from under their thumb. But as he stared up at you, at those tears still falling and the exhaustion swimming in your eyes, he decided that was a talk for tomorrow. Maybe even the day after. 

You reached up to grip his wrists tight, your smirk falling, "Don't you ever go where I can't follow," your voice cracked as you struggled to keep it even. Immediately he understood you were talking about how they vanished into Wakanda to drop off Bucky. Even if you had been tailing them, which you probably were by then, you wouldn't have gotten in without T'Challa's approval. "I thought I lost you." 

All the breath was forced from his lungs as his chest caved. He pulled your head into the crook of his neck, keeping one hand to the back of your head and the other wrapping around to grip at the back of your kevlar suit. Your arms wound around him, holding him so tight, like you were scared he'd vanish again. 

"I won't," He promised the words into the kevlar covering your neck, "I promise." 

He held you like that until his knees went numb, pins and needles starting in his calves and feet, and he pulled away from you, standing again. He pulled you from your chair, taking you upstairs to one of the bedrooms with an adjoining bathroom. 

He showered with you, your eyes barely able to stay open as he peeled off your kevlar for you and washed the dirt and oils and who knew what else from your hair before soaping up the rest of you. Once he had the both of you clean and dry, he tucked you into the bed, curling around behind you, clinging to you. 

He'd been trying so hard not to think about how much he missed you these past few weeks. Focusing so much on keeping those who ran with him hidden and alive that having you here like this, asleep in his hold again, he realized just how much his heart ached for you. How much his soul itself had been crying out for you. 

And now you were here, in his arms as he finally let the fear of never seeing you again go. The fear that you'd been corrupted by the system. That you'd been compromised, or worse. 

He let it all go, savoring the time he had with you before there was a small knock on the door. The pattern of knocks told him it was Nat. 

Trying not to wake you as he got up was a fruitless effort as you turned to face his retreating form and you sat up. 

"Steve?" He turned back to you, "Where are you going?"

Your voice was so small, so tired but so nervous as you asked, the question hitting him in the chest. He walked back to you, cupping your cheeks and placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

"I'm just going to talk to Nat, I'll be right back," He gave you a small smile, "I promise." 

"I want to see her," You tried to get free of his hold to get out of bed but he stopped you. 

"You're exhausted honey," He said, softly pushing you to lie back down, "Go back to sleep. She'll be here in the morning, I'll make sure of it." 

"Okay," You sighed, submitting to the fatigue in your body as you easily slipped back to sleep. He pulled the blankets over you, tucking you back in before heading for the door again. 

His hand gripped the handle, and he turned back to look at you peacefully sleeping, smiling to himself before preparing to hear what the others had been through on their way here. 

Being on the run was going to be rough, and people would be pushed to their limits, but you were with him. And that's all he cared about now.

 

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[webslingingslasher]

hi! i rly love ur fics hehe<3 if ur taking reqs rn, would it be alright if you could make one where peter’s arms are kinda like reader’s safe place? like reader kinda rly loves to sleep in his arms or just hold one of his when they’re walking together or even eating beside each other. basically she likes to hold his arms in any given occasion, and peter likes it and is really sweet about it :) just some fluffy sweet intimate stuff haha <3 tia!

hi tia!!!!! it's really small but i'm having writers block n i was away so here she is, i may expand on this in the future tho! (this was also a super cute request bc i also think about this)

Who would’ve thought Peter’s arms could make you feel so safe? 

Wrapping your arms around his one, as you nearly tugged his shoulder down with the force of you pulling at it, you walked to his apartment from school. There was something to be said about being wrapped and tucked away in your lover that made you feel whole. 

Each chance you took you would pull at his hand like a child begging for a treat, he would open his arm just wide enough for you to wrap around it and stick your cheek to his shoulder like it was a magnet. 

You had to imagine it looked odd from the outside, most couples intertwined hands. You intertwine limbs. 

There wasn’t enough Peter from his hand. It was warm and delicate and gentle but his arms hold you when you can’t sleep, his arms rock you when you can’t stop the rushing thoughts and panicked tears. His arms tighten around you when you watch a scary movie, his arms reach out to stop you from moving when he sees something cross your path, his arms block you from moving too far forward when he has to slam on the breaks in May’s car. 

His arms keep you company at a restaurant, when it gets a little loud or if he’s involved in a conversation wrapping an elbow around his settles you. 

Or when you’re doing homework and burrow your head under his arms until he lifts it and lets you wiggle under its hold while you hold onto his forearm. 

His arms keep you close to his heart, where you’re needed the most. You keep him warm and safe, when you’re wrapped against his side all he can think about is how no one could hurt either one of you in the moment. 

It makes him hold tighter and longer each time. 

His arms are what showed you how he loves. 

How could you not love them back? 

[marytylerperry]

A little PSA regarding some publications on my blog...

so it's been like two weeks since tumblr hasn't lift the explicit ban on my blog, I've sent the request again so I don't know if that would help or whatever. Anyway, i will keep posting all the stuff I've been posting as usual. I understand there are a lot of you that don't want to see nsfw post, i don't post explicit material (i.e p***rn) but I do engage in spicy and sometimes very descriptive post regarding smexy times and stuff. This blog is 95% fandom and Cate and women and silly posts and probably 5% me whoring around, answering hot ask or reblogin' kinks and fantasies and sex and nsfw and shitty stuff, i know some people don't want to engage in that, i know there are people who do and while sometimes I tag post, some others i just don't or leave it in the queue and forget about whenever they'll get posted and other times honestly i don't have the patience to tag; so like I said when Tumblr hit me with the explicit blog ban: i did warn that i will be posting more nsfw stuff (again NOTHING gross or explicit) so this was a chance to unfollow, i wont take it personally nor i will be sad or anything, seriously i understand we all want a safe and comfortable place where to escape and unwind and i really don't want to be the person who ruins it for you. I manage this blog as an escape too, a place where I can be myself, a place where I don't have to hide (I'm not out in public, here is where I have found the valve to let it all off regarding my sexuality and other interest as well) so is kind of off putting to know I'm being annoying with what I post and that people who follows me just find my blog not a safe place for them, it's completely tiring. That being said, I'll try to tag accordingly whenever I post nsfw but I don't promise in doing it always and there will be some post that may slip the tag. Sorry in advance.

I hope y'all stay safe, gorgeous and hot and horny for me , luv ya!

[flurty]

ash!! I see you in my ask box!!! i am giving you so much love rn!!!! <3 <3

yeah i can be a little weird, but i figure this blog is the one place where i can be truly who i am. a weirdo, fucking hot af, and super funny.

glad you feel safe tho, that's what matters most to me. none of this matters if the people who i'm trying to lift up aren't comfortable with who i am. <3

ilysm <3

[hyuniyz]

𓆩♡𓆪 wiping off their kisses !

ft. stray kids

contains. annoyed members. dramatic hyunjin. lots of kissing.

◟▪ bangchan [ 방찬 ]

probably on to you tbh. don't try it with him because when he sees you wiping your lips right after he placed a loving smooch on it he's just gonna be like "okay" with a really serious face. belive me when I say his lips are not going to be near yours for the whole day. when you mention it to him he'll just say it's punishment for rejecting his love the first time. he doesn't kiss you until you've accepted defeat. doesn't need convincing though. when you place a kiss on his lips as an apology he'll melt and pull you in for more until your lips are bruised.

◟▪lee know [ 리노 ]

you're just playing yourself if you do this. he literally had to put away his lunch to kiss you and this is how you treat him?? he'll giggle loudly when he sees you rubbing the spot on your lips where he kissed until his whole face just drops. yk that video where he poses for pictures with hyunjin but as soon as the camera turns off he's like 😐 exactly like that."do you wanna die?" he's not joking. "time for a new girlfriend I guess.." threatens to leave you unless you kiss him. he'll be stealing quick kisses for the rest of the day.

◟▪ changbin [ 창빈 ]

he was leaving to bring coffee for the members because he's nice like that. he's pulling on his shoes when you shout from the kitchen asking for a kiss. he's so blushy and smiley when he comes to peck you that you almost feel bad but seeing his reaction when you wipe his kiss off is worth it. stops malfunctioning. okay maybe he's not gonna surprise you with ice-cream. the audacity??? he is not amused. he's not gonna be leaving the house without a normal kiss. you lose count as he keeps planting kisses to your lips without breaks as to not give you time to wipe it. by the time he's done you're a giggling mess and he seems proud to be the cause of it. safe to say you lost.

◟▪ hyunjin [ 현진 ]

he's so dramatic pls. highkey judging you. are you fr rn? he'll kiss you again but this time he knocks your hand away as soon as you try to lift it. when you still manage to wipe it. he springs up from his place and announces that he's gonna find a replacement for you. he leaves and comes back just as quick with I.N now by his side. "now if you excuse me, I'm gonna be with my lovely boyfriend who actually appreciates my kisses." while I.N just watches on cluelessly with a face that suggests that he did not agree to this. he'll sit with I.N besides you on the couch and pretend that you're not there. he won't budge until you've kissed all his favourite spots and apologised.

◟▪ han [ 한 ]

dramatic 2.0. "yah! knock that out!" he's so?? are you in your right mind? is this how you treat your lovely boyfriend that fulfils all your requests. don't do this to him unless you want to get physical because he doesn't hesitate to spring up and start bouncing like he's actually preparing for a fight. "it was joke oml why does your aggressive ass never miss a chance to fight." he'll come to kiss you and when you melt into the kiss instead of pulling away he'll hum as if to say "that's what I thought."

"you can never resist these sexy lips."

◟▪ felix [ 필릭스 ]

this cutie omg. he abandons his brownies to kiss you when you pucker your lips expectantly. pauses halfway while walking to the oven when he sees you wipe your lips. he just brushes it off because maybe he got some syrup on your lips accidentally or something. he doesn't think too much of it until you ask for another one. he pecks you quickly again only for you to wipe it away. blinks at you for a minute straight. he doesn't get what you're playing at until he remembers the video he saw on tiktok yesterday and realisation sinks in. he'll giggle loudly as soon as he registers it while you just stare at him surprised by his sudden outburst. did you break him? he's so happy help "you're so cute" while you're just like??? it really isn't possible to prank him

◟▪ seungmin [ 승민 ]

he is confusion. he doesn't process what you're doing until the third try where you lift your hand and he just smacks it away. this mf would probably headbutt you ong. he keeps kissing you but you don't budge and wipe your lips everytime. he's fed up by the seventh try and just leaps away from you, pretending that he can't look at you anymore. "I'm sorry, I can't be seen with such embarrassing company" doesn't come near you the rest of the day. he screeches before running away whenever you move towards him with your lips puckered. at the end of the day when you apologise he's still gonna be like "deserved" like mf what do you mean 🙁

◟▪ jeongin [ 아이엔 ]

why would you do this to him. he'll be so lost when you wipe away the kiss you asked for but he'll kiss you again because there is no way you're winning this. his mouth is hard and unrelenting when it presses on to yours and you're humming into the kiss because if you're being honest this is kind of what you were hoping were. the challenge is long forgetten and you chase after his lips when he pulls away. he looks so proud of himself like he didn't just take your breath away. he's so fine.

[lovejosephquinn]

Hi, Lana. If you don't mind, I would like to request the following prompt: reader can get over her father's death and thinks about him coming back home, but she knows he won't and starts crying loud in the middle of the night. Joseph's in the living room and though his wife was sleeping, but then he hears her screaming and runs to comfort her to sleep.

I lost my dad due skin cancer a year ago and I'm fighting depression due that, I wish he came back home, but I know he won't and I wish I had Joseph here to comfort me as I live a messy and sad life rn 😢

Hope you can make my little wish come true ✨

Hello, oh my goodness, poor angel, well to start I'm so sorry for your loss, I know you're not okay and I know he'll never be replaced but I hope this little imagine brings you some solace. I really hope you're okay with me writing something so personal, the fact you're trusting me with it is so endearing. ❤ much love to you.

Thank you for your request @erinthelfdoll x

It usually starts off with a nightmare or a sudden deep intrusive thought you cannot escape from, your mind goes into overdrive, followed by your body and then you cannot help the screams that fall out of your lips when you wake or the tears that fall from your eyes, the panic attacks that occur when you're in that moment.

One particular night you were struggling, that being today marking one year since you'd lost your dad, the nightmares were in full force. You'd gone to bed early because you just didn't want to spend another waking hour of this tragic date awake. You tossed and turned, seeing your dad laying there in the hospital bed very much breathing, like the reoccurring nightmare you constantly had, he'd be there staring into thin air, and you were stood at the side of him calling his name, holding his hand but he was never responsive to you.

Joe burst into the room from the living area as soon as he heard the screams, but this time you were still sleeping. Tears were running down your face and you were shouting and weeping for your father. Joe edged into bed beside you, stroking your head. "Sshh baby, come back to me. You're having a nightmare."

You bolted up from where you laid, shooting up straight, heaving your breaths in and out, your chest going ten to the dozen in speed. "Breathe Y/N, come on. You've got this." You wiped your tears from your eyes as you regained your composure, instantly feeling the palm of Joe's hand rubbing your back, slowly turning into his fingers slowly treading up and down your spine. You lifted your knees to bury your face away.

"I came as soon as I heard you. I know you told me to leave you alone so you could sleep but I couldn't-"

"I'm glad you're here, Joey."

Joe leaned over so he was kneeling on the bed behind you, wrapping his arms around you so his hands cupped beneath your chin and just above your chest. "There's no place I'd rather be, my love. Close your eyes for a second" You did as he said, and Joe turned the lamp on the bedside table on so he could get a better look in.

You instantly swerved round and at once, Joe opened his arms out to you inviting you into your safe place, him. You pressed your face into Joe's chest, the tears resuming. "I hate these nightmares; they always feel so damn real." Joe's arms were back fully wrapped around your body, holding you as close and tight to him as he possibly could. "I can't even begin to imagine it Y/N, you've been through so much and yet you're so strong."

You tightened your hold on his baggy t-shirt, wiping your tears away on them and sniffing the ugliest amount of snot back up your nose, kissing the top of your head and resting his cheek down against it, he swayed you from side to side delicately. "I just miss him so much, I wish he'd come back, I wish he was still here, if I could swap-."

"Don't you even finish that bloody sentence Y/N. Your dad wouldn't want you wallowing over him like this now, would he? He loved you so much and he'll always be there in your heart and memory. He'll always watch over you. Plus, he'll forever know that you've got a man who loves you just as much as he did and will protect you and be there for you through any pain or anguish"

A little smile crept onto your face; Joe had a certain way with words, and it showed. You leaned back up to take a look into your man's doe eyes, you were still in his grip, your heart rate had slowed, and you felt yourself starting to feel calmer for the first time in the last couple of days. "You're absolutely right, he'd have told me to stop being an idiot." Joe pulled a hand back to cup your cheek as you both chuckled, you leaned into the warmth of it as his thumb lightly caressed you. "And I know for a fact he loved you from the second he met you; he had no uncertainty that you wouldn't take care of me forever, especially once he'd... gone." you confirmed back to your husband.

"I know what will take these shitty nightmares away, at least for tonight." One thing you loved about your Joe was that he was always so real about things; he knew they wouldn't go for good, but he'd tried to postpone their arrival for as long he possibly could.

"What's that?" You asked.

"If your big spoon holds onto you all night, those little nightmare devils can't get to you." He let go of you, putting devil horns either side of his head, his gentle smile making you laugh out loud.

"I think little spoon likes the idea of that."

"Then she will get her wish."

You shared the sweetest, loving peck on the lips before he patted down onto your pillow. "Get comfy, I'll see to outside and I'll be right with you, my lady." Joe got up to leave the room as you laid down turning to your side watching him.

"Joey?"

"Yes, my darling wife?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For dealing with my shit and healing my heart bit by bit."

Joe shook his head; his soft eyes bore into yours. "There's no one's 'shit' I'd rather help with, and I won't give up till your hearts fully mended. You'll never forget what happened, I'd never expect you to fully get over it, but it will get easier, there's no doubt about that."

You nodded, you knew it would get easier eventually and years down the line it wouldn't hurt so much anymore but for this particular moment you were to have your Joseph by your side to save you, and you had no doubt in your mind that he always would, everytime.

[1akira-b]

May I please ask a Hanma Shuji x fem reader (gn also allowed!) where Hanma just reassures a very insecure reader and tells the reader that he loves them for who they are, and that he hugs them super tight cause it makes reader safe? i just got backstabbed by my gf so....yeah i need this rn

Im so so sorry to hear that lovely unfortunately there are people in this world that will hurt us, it's part of life. That doesn't mean it hurts us any less I'm sorry you had to experience it :(

On a more positive note I am totally happy to write this for you, Hanma is my favorite! That being said I have not watched or read TR for a whileee so please excuse anything that may seem out of character :/

If you need anything else, such as another request or even just someone to talk to I'm always here! :)

Much needed comfort (Hanma Shuji with a insecure Fem S/O)

Hanma Shuji. The name was infamous. Most would would run away at the very mention of the name. Bat shit crazy thats what he was. To any rival this man was nothing short of terrifying but you, you never needed to worry about anything like that. Hanma may be bat shit crazy but he was a pretty decent boyfriend.

Sure he has his quirks (a lot of them) but you love him and he loves you too, you entertain him. He may not be the most normal boyfriend nor do you two have the most conventional relationship but it works. Unfortunately even if you two love eachother there are still a few problems but that's normal! Small fights may occur but they always end the same way a late night bike ride or snack run at the nearest convenience store. The fights were never what bugged you, how could they when you both know they are pointless and you still love eachother?

What got to you was the way people talked or stared. They had you doubting yourself and your worth. Hanma hated this he wished you would just ignore them, does he get all butthurt when people call him crazy? No he doesn't give a shit so why can't you be the same way?? He's come to terms with the fact that you just don't think that way though and he doesn't want the one he loves to be sad so he guesses he can comfort you if you need (he definitely lives for the fact that he gives you comfort, he loves it)

Coming home with bloody knuckles was nothing new to Hanma and you had adjusted to it too. Coming home to see you sitting on the couch looking all pouty on the other hand was something he never wants to get used to. "The fuck you moping about?" He hears you groan in response and he heads over to sit next to you. Sighing he pulls you into his side and wraps a protective arm around your shoulder "What's up any one I need to have a little chat with?" He feels you shake your head which is buried in his side he decides to wait till you speak up.

"Shuji why are you with someone like me?" Though this question is nothing new it catches him off gaurd every time. How could you not know?? Rolling his eyes he looks down at you "told you a thousand times I love ya, keep me on my toes and you're easy on the eyes" he smiles when you look up in his eyes.

"But-" "Uh uh no buts Doll" he wags his finger at you shushing your rebuttal. "Said I love ya, y'mean the world to me ya know?? So quit yer pout'n making me all bummed n' shit." The small smile that graces your lips let's him know he's done a good enough job for today. Lifting you into his lap he squeezes you tight.

When you hug back he decides it's time to cheer you up with something fun. "Better hold on (name)" he quickly stands up and holds you tight while you lock your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck "Shu what're we doing?" He tuts "Dont worry bout it sweetheart we going somewhere to have some fun~" the tone in his voice was always one that indicated he was up to something. Sighing you silently pray it isn't something too illegal as you place a quick kiss on his shoulder making him chuckle.

Hanma Shuji may be an absolute menace but hes you're menace and neither of you would trade that for the world.

[reporterleroux]

The Hybrids Society

Characters: c!hybrids x gn!striderhybrid!reader (/p)

A/N: Yet again suggested by my friend my ideas are on a low rn lmao

UPDATE AFTER WRITING:

I have been made aware that Ranboo is uncomfortable with x readers, I am trying to privately save any to find things that may possibly be uncomfortable for him in the future and avoid them, however I cannot do that with asks. This can be read as a friendship if you please, I personally don't think it's weird for friends to hold hands, but if youre uncomfortable please scroll.

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The hybrids of the SMP always seemed to be pretty innocent, doing their own things, living their own lives. But behind the scenes there was a secret society for them. A society away from normal humans. A society built for them. It simply went by the Hybrids Society, that's all. It was a group for everything, from healing and support, to meetings for when it came to more serious times. When it came to meetings, everyone had to attend, but otherwise it was open for any of them to stroll in and get what they need any time. The main people you would normally see there would be Ranboo, Tubbo, Fundy and Phil, Techno and Foolish would appear from time to time when needed, but otherwise the others were barley seen at all. It was content, quiet enough for them. They had all the support they could need, right where only they could find it. It was only these lot, until you came along.

It was just a normal day for you, strolling around the lowest points of your home on the lava, checking in on all your friends and family, even if they were full Striders and not Human hybrids. That was until 2 people saw you.

"Uh, Phil? That's a person, right?"

Ranboo asked Phil. They were out looking for some Quartz, it would usually be Phil and Techno or Ranboo and Techno, but he was busy today, so the 2 of them went instead. Phil looked awfully confused, so Ranboo pointed in your direction, both seeing you playing with the smaller Striders in the middle of the lava pool.

"Oh yeah mate, it looks so. How are they not burning?"

Phil said. Ranboo just shrugged in confusion. They stood in silence, careful to be aware of their surroundings, watching you trying to figure out how you weren't burning.

"Why don't we go down and talk to them?"

Ranboo suggested. Phil took a moment to look in his inventory for cobble, if they were going to head towards you, they needed enough.

"Got any spare cobble? I think I'm just slightly short of it."

Phil asked Ranboo. You didn't have to ask him twice, as he pulled out all the cobble in his inventory and passed it to Phil. You could tell he was excited to meet you.

It wasn't long until they were at a suitable level and started bridging towards you. About halfway through their bridging, you noticed them, and decided to walk towards them to help them save resources. They somehow didn't notice you, not until you started talking to them.

"Hello."

You simply stated. The bridging blonde was taken by surprise and fell from the shock. If it wasn't for you catching him, he would've fallen into the lava.

"Sorry about that, here, pass me that, I'll help you."

You said as Phil passed you the cobble, and you began to build a bigger platform for them to stand on.

"Thanks... Wh-whats your name?"

The bi coloured boy asked, clearly nervous about meeting you, now that it was happening in person.

"I'm Y/N, how about you guys?"

Ranboo looked at Phil, and Phil looked at Ranboo, both clearly confused on who's answering first.

"I'm Phil, and this is Ranboo."

Phil finally spoke up, pointing at Ranboo as he said his name. He waved in response.

"Nice names! Would you like to stay and chat for a bit? Obviously if you're not busy, it's just nice to talk to someone since noone here speaks English."

You said. The 2 looked at eachother, remembering what they came for.

"We gotta get some Quartz, but you can come with us if you can walk on land?"

Phil asked. You thought about it for a moment. You'd never been on land before. Would you drag them behind their schedule? Striders are infamous for walking slowly on land, is it the same with you?

"Yeah, sure! I'm not sure if I'll slow you down though, I've never walked on land before."

You answered, excitement dying down slightly in the second sentence. Ranboo looked at you in slight disappointment of your excitement dying down.

"Don't worry kid, it's fine. There's a first time for everything, isn't there?"

You nodded in responce, and Phil held out his hand to pull you up, as the platform was one block above lava level. You placed your bare feet on the cobble. It was cold, rocky. But nice. It was different, you liked that. Phil started walking back, Ranboo behind him and you behind Ranboo, surprising you as you were walking at the same speed as them.

You were next to Ranboo, the 2 of you walking behind Phil, talking while he looked for Quartz. Ranboo would unconsciously stop talking at times to study you and your hybrid features. You had pale red skin, dark red hair, and wore a raggy shirt and trousers.

"So,"

Ranboo began.

"What other hybrid features do you have?"

You thought for a moment. The issue is you didn't really know. You never went outside the lava, never tried something new before today.

"To be honest, I'm not sure. I've never left the lava before today. All I know is that I like mushrooms, it's the only edible vegetation here for me and it's quite nice."

Ranboo let out a slight laugh at your honest opinions, which made you smile. You didn't know what you did or how you did it, but it felt nice.

You were all there for a while, you got to know Ranboo quite well and he got to know you quite well. You got back to the portal, kinda upset that it was time for them to leave. They both looked at you, before looking at eachother, and back at you again.

"Would you like to come with us? Y'know, like live in the overworld with us, meet out friends?"

Your eyes visibly lighted up.

"Yes! I'd love to!"

You called out. Ranboo offered you his hand so he could help you through the portal, which you excitedly took. You all stepped through the purple swirls, and before you knew it, you were somewhere you've never seen before.

It was indoors and decorated like your home, granted, but you cod tell it was different. You felt scared. You gripped Ranboos hand tighter, he looked over to you confused until he realised how scared you looked.

"Hey, it's ok, it's a nice world out there, trust me."

Ranboo told you with a smile. You smiled back but still didn't let go of his hand fully, you just released your grip a bit. It was all fine until you got to the exit of the building. It was pouring down with rain. Phil looked over at Ranboo and handed him a coat. You looked confused.

"He's an enderman hybrid, so he can't go into the rain. Wait, since you're a hybrid from the nether, does that mean you can't go out into rain?"

Phil said. You shrugged before you stuck the back of your hand out into the rain. It only took a single drop for you to pull your hand back in pain. You could see where it landed, it was physically sizzling.

"Ah. In that case, wanna get under with me?"

Ranboo asked, lifting up the coat so you could get under. You edged closer to him, as he released your hand and rested it across your back and looped his hand to hold onto your stomach. You reached up for his hand with one of yours, the other pulling the edge of the coat down. It wasn't overly comfortable, it wasn't the biggest coat, and Ranboo had to bend down to your level due to his height. But it was whatever it took for you both to be safe. The issue is you assumed you were running and didn't know where to go.

"Uh, Phil? I guess we're running, right? I have no clue where were going."

Phil looked at you, before looking at Ranboo and turning back around.

"Don't worry, Ranboo will show you. Now, ready? Let's go!"

Phil said before running into the rain, the 2 of you close behind. Ranboo held you close, making sure you weren't hurt at all. He was used to this by now, but was aware you were new to rain, and wanted to make sure you get back in one piece.

You finally reached where you were heading to, and Ranboo stood at his full height, letting the wet coat fall off both your backs. Phil was aware of why you both didn't touch it and picked it up for you. You followed Ranboo into the place.

"This, Y/N, is what we like to call the Hybrids Society. It's a place open for all hybrids whenever they need it. It's hidden away from the non-hybrids, so please don't tell them about it."

Ranboo said. You nodded when he said not to tell the non-hybrids, as you both approached a corner. You tugged on his jacket to grab his attention.

"I'm not sure about this mind..."

You said nervously. Sure, you were excited to meet hybrids like you, but it was also nerve wracking.

"Don't stress, you'll be fine."

You grabbed Ranboos hand and walked behind him as he walked around the corner. Phil had already walked ahead.

"Hey Fundy, Tubbo, Techno! Were back!"

Ranboo said as he walked in. You hoped his tall figure would hide you since you were considerably shorter than him.

"Hey Ranboo! Why's your hand behind your back?"

Fundy asked, as Tubbo nodded in agreement to his question. Techno was looking through chests for potion ingredients, not paying attention to them. Phil was in the corner smiling, looking for some clothes for you to wear. Ranboo looked at you, as you looked back up at him. He smiled at you softly.

"Remember what I said, it'll be fine."

You slowly poked your head out from behind him, before showing your whole self, waving at them nervously, still holding Ranboos hand.

"This is Y/N. They're a Strider Hybrid and we met them in the Nether earlier."

Ranboo introduced you. Techno perked up at the fact you were found in the Nether and finally looked at you both.

"Hello Y/N! I'm Tubbo, I'm a Goat hybrid!"

Tubbo introduced himself as he waved at you excitedly. You smiled and waved back.

"I'm Fundy, a Fox hybrid. Nice to meet you."

Phil had finished looking for clothes by now and was watching you all. He could see Techno looking at you in curiosity as to your hybrid abilities. He made his way over to him and nudged him.

"Go on then mate, introduce yourself!"

Phil whisper-shouted to Techno.

"Uh, yeah right, sorry. I'm Technoblade, but you can just call me Techno."

He said in a monotone voice before turning back to what he was doing.

"Y/N, here, go put these on, it's probably more comfortable than what you're wearing now."

Phil said as he handed you the clothes he picked out, baggy jeans and a red shirt. You took them before Phil pointed towards where you could go change. You walked off to go change, while the others continued the conversation.

"So, about you guys,"

Fundy began with a smirk on his face. Ranboo instantly cut him off, knowing what he was going to say.

"Were just friends. They were nervous about leaving their long time home, and I don't blame them. We talked alot during the trip so I suppose we got quite close and they started clinging to me for safety? I'm not sure, we'll just see how it goes."

Ranboo said. It was a simple response, with a simple theory, he just didn't know if it was correct.

You later walked out of where you were changing in your new clothes, happy with the selection.

"These are nice, thanks Phil."

You said. Phil simply nodded his head slightly.

"Hungry? There's some mushrooms over there if that's what you fancy. They're overworld ones though, not ones from the Nether."

Ranboo asked. You headed towards where Ranboo pointed and looked at the mushrooms. They were way different to ones you were used to, they were beige or red and white spotted, rather than blue and orange. You looked back over as if to say "Are these safe to eat?" and they all nodded. You simply shrugged before taking one of each and trying them one after the other.

"Mm! These are nice! Different from the usual, granted but it's nice that they are different."

You sealed the approval of the mushrooms.

You hung out at the base of the Society for a bit longer, meeting more hybrids and getting to know others better. It was getting late, and there was just one problem. You didn't have anywhere to sleep. You started getting tired, and they all noticed.

"Hey, we got beds here, want us to stay here tonight and we'll find you somewhere to sleep tomorrow?"

Tubbo asked, praying the others wouldn't mind what he put them up to. All you could do was nod, before you physically went out cold.

"Damn, they are tired, huh. It's been a long day for them I suppose."

Phil said, while Ranboo picked you up before taking you to one of the beds and staying until you felt comfortable.

"Goodnight Y/N. See you tomorrow."

He said before walking out. It was a different life, of course it was, but it was going to be a nicer one for you, with more people to talk to, and a best friend you would trust with your life.

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A/N: a place for them would be nice where they just do stuff yeah

[asmrtist-brainrot]

Gohan is such a good example of what it would be like! He would absolutely lose his shit. I think the scene from Shadow & Bone where the Darkling creates the fold is also a good example

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As for the song that plays, I'm not entirely sure. Perhaps I can't handle change by roar gives the right hopeless vibes? Let me know if you've got something else in mind tho

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At first he'd be staring in disbelief as Cheeky drops dead to the floor, Atrocity laughing while covered in their blood before dissappearing again. V drops to his knees next to Cheeky, putting pressure on their bloody neck to no avail.

A part of him is waiting for them to open their eyes to make some kind of joke. "So this is what it takes to get you on your knees, huh?" He chuckles at the thought before reality starts to set in. They're dead.

He moves his now bloody hand from their neck to their cheek, gently caressing it with this thumb. "Cheeky, darling?" He whispers, his teary eyes darting over their pale face. He needed them to answer, to look at him at the very least. But they didn't. Of course they didn't, they're dead.

He leans down to lean his forehead against theirs, tears falling from his eyes onto their pale face. "I'm sorry." He places a soft kiss on their forehead before looking up at the sky, letting out a painful scream while unleashing a darkness so powerful it'll destroy everything in it's path.

Atrocity got what he wanted, a miserable V with nothing to lose. The villain he needed for his own sick game of cat and mouse.

V was unable to save another part of his family, broken his promises to keep them safe. He had nobody to keep him sane now and the world was going to suffer the consequences.

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Got a little carried away there, my apologies. I've been thinking about this happening quite a bit

I can't really think of any songs rn but I'll let y'all know if anything comes to mind... But this whole thing is so beautiful and exactly what I'd imagine would happen.

V refuses to allow anything else to happen to Cheeky's body, unable to hold on to any semblance of anything if Atrocity came back to mangle what's left of their corpse.

His arms and body were radiating in his dark magic, pouring from every part of him so powerfully... But he cradles their limp body so gently in his arms. It was a sight.

He can only think about so many things with his fractured thoughts but one thing in common.

He broke his promise to Cheeky.

Cheeky is dead.

He's covered in Cheeky's blood.

Cheeky's burial.

He kisses their head, body trembling with his sobs.

Atrocity reappears, cackling, just to taunt him, "Oh how sweet darkling, you finally figure out you care?"

V doesn't react, holding their body to his chest. Shadows moving across them and cleaning what he could.

Atrocity kept goading him, eating up the despair and sadness that clearly permeated from him...

Cheeky's body is wrapped in magic and then... Gone. Somewhere safe, far from the battle. Maybe the gravesite where the kids were.

V presses some sort of trinket or gift they gave him to his lips briefly, before he starts to... Hum? A light tune, maybe Cheeky's favorite song or even the music starting to swell for the eventual battle ahead.

Atrocity it just watching then, smiling in anticipation.

But eventually, the tears dry up and Atroc is taken aback by cold front of emotions. There was no more feeling.

V lifts his head, looking less like man and more like the thing of nightmares.

"Hey, Count Twatula..."

Another explosion of magic, one th hat makes even Atrocity step back.

"Let's dance."

~ Dari

[eternalmx]

i miss you. | im changkyun.

☁️a/n : its 1:08am, so no I didn't proof read this but I hope it make you warm and fuzzy. im in my feels rn pls;; i hope you enjoy!

wc | 651

warnings : none, just fluff and lots of it

{2:08𝓹𝓶} • "you're home" she said, in a whispering, stretching her arms soft and reaching towards him.

"I'm home" he says, the moon shining through the window illuminating his dimples. He smiled, leaning done and placing a soft kiss on her head. She watched him in silence as he rummaged through the drawers looking for a pair of comfortable pants.

"Baby..." he says, peeking his head from the side of the bed where he was kneeling.

"Hmmm?" she asked, rolling on her side to look at him.

"Have you seen my sweats?" he asked, rasing an eyebrow at her, she bit her lip, trying to figure out if she should mess with him a bit or just tell him.

"I have..." she nodded, tugging the blanket tighter around her body. She yawned as he sat on the edge of the bed after settling for another pair of pants he found.

"Where are they?" he asked, getting ready to get under the blanket with his girl.

"Don't look at me like that! It was cold and they're my favorite" she said, hiding her face in the pillow as his eyes scanned her legs, her body wearing his sweats.

"Baby, don't be shy, they look better on you than me anyways" he said, his hands holding both sides of her cheeks. Placing gentles kisses along her face, she hummed at the relief rushing over her body.

"I missed you" she says, breaking the silence. Their faces inches apart as they both laid their head on the pillows. His hand gentles resting on her head as he pushed the hair out from her eyes.

"I missed you more" he said, eyes blinking slowly, signaling how tired he was.

"Do you want to sleep?" she asked, scooting closer to him. His warm hands making their way under her shirt and rubbing up and down her side. There weren't many words to describe how comforting his subtle touches and his breathing were but she knew that he knew how much it all meant. After a long day filled of anxiety, stress, work, and everything in between, they were finally together. Their safe place. Their home. The snow globe filled with just them.

"Mmm, no, I want to talk to you some more, sleep can wait, tell me, what did you have for lunch?" he said, smiling and kissing her nose. She giggled as she turned on her back and slowly started telling him about her day. He would give his input and advice on small things from work to random conversations she's had.

"Wait, wait, he said what?" he said leaning up on he elbow to look at her.

"I've been talking for half an hour and the only reaction I get from you is when I say a guy hit on me in the grocery store?" she says, playing with his hands as her fingers gently traced over his wrist tattoo.

"Oh so you made it up? To see if I was listening?" he said, watching her play with his tattoo. She smiled and only nodded as she yawned again. He smiled at her as he brought his wrist to her lips. She softly kissed the small ' :): ' outline and he kissed it after her. That was their thing, they didn't know how or when it became their thing but it was.

"I think it's time for us to head to bed, yeah?" he asked, hovering over her, she nodded again, being to tired to speak. He kissed her forehead and she lifted her head up a little to gentle kiss shia neck mole as he hovered over her.

"Goodnight my love" he said, as he flicked off the lamp and pulled her to his chest as they drifted to sleep. the room filled with low snores and peaceful breathing. Their safe place was the remedy they both needed after a hard day.

[piratewithvigor]

Stars

Chapter 1: 1971

Kane's steadiest relationship through his life was always to the stars

(This fic is 4 chapters, inspired by this fic by @old-no7, approximately 5000 words and written in a 24-hour binge. It'll eventually also be posted to AO3, but I'm sleepy rn, so not right now)

He’d been waiting for that night for two weeks. Marking the days off on a little scrap of paper his brother had written up for him. 14 little boxes to put an X through when he woke up every morning. His brother had been forbidden from partaking in their little ritual until after he finished writing his chemistry test and Kane knew better to stay outside alone. So he waited and he helped his brother study. In later years, when they recollected those weeks, his brother would admit that if anything, even less studying had been done when Kane was insisting to help. He tried to quiz his brother on vocabulary, which might have been helpful if Kane could read the terms or the definitions. Or knew what exactly chemistry was. But his brother appreciated the effort.

Kane had spent almost the entire day of the test in the window of the parlor, kneeling on the itchy red couch. It was a nice enough couch when they had funerals happening, since those were the days Kane had to wear long pants, but the rest of the time, when he was in shorts, the fabric itched his legs, so he didn’t like the couch much. But he put up with it that day. Mother wouldn’t let him move any of the furniture or sit on the windowsill, so he put up with the itch.

Mother said his brother would return when the old grandfather clock rang exactly four times. Kane considered himself a good counter. He could make it as far as twenty without any help, since that was how many fingers and toes he had, but he had trouble remembering what came after. It didn’t matter that day anyway. The grandfather clock never rang more than twelve times (that was all fingers and two toes) and was on eight rings by the time Kane was woken up and told to get ready for the day.

Making sure he counted each and every ring was hard work. By the time he’d counted four and not a single one more, he was almost too sleepy to figure out right away that it meant his brother would be walking up the lane any second. The only way he did figure it out was by seeing the long black coat of his brother blowing gently through the wind at the bottom of the hill. He was off the itchy red couch and out the front door before he even had time to yell to his mother where he was going.

His brother was far more focused on keeping his hat from blowing away in the wind to see Kane coming at him like a bat out of hell. He only just grabbed onto it as Kane captured him in a tight hug around his middle.

“You wrote your test today, right? So tonight we can sleep outside?” Kane asked, already knowing the answers, but just wanting finalised confirmation. His brother blew some curly red strands out of his eyes.

“Yes, Kane, I did do well on my test. Thank you for asking so politely,” he chuckled as he squirmed out of the hug. Kane huffed his annoyance quietly.

“Sorry. We’re still sleeping outside tonight, right?”

“We can head out as soon as we trade my bookbag for the tent inside.”

The next couple minutes were a battle of the brothers as Kane tried to drag his brother up the hill to the house as fast as possible and his brother trying to hold Kane back, just to wind him up for his own amusement. Eventually, even his brother couldn’t hide his excitement for the evening anymore.

It was the first year where their father was letting them go out by themselves. They’d each gotten training to defend themselves against some of the more common beasts of the Valley. Kane was trusted with a hunting knife after proving himself capable enough of getting a good shot in while also understanding the dangers the knife could possess. His brother, being older, had already been taken hunting twice. He didn’t like killing things, but their father was confident that if push came to shove, he could bring himself to kill pretty much anything in the name of keeping Kane safe.

After kissing their mother goodbye for the evening and receiving a final quick quiz on what to do and what not to do when faced with danger from their father, each boy picked up their packs and started on the trail into the woods. Kane had both the food and his sleeping bag slung over his shoulders, and if it had been any other night, he would have probably begun complaining from the weight. Sandwiches had never seemed so heavy before, or maybe his brother was just taking them to a place really far away. They did most of their exploring together, but Kane knew there were some places he’d never been before. Either because they were too far away for his little legs to walk to or because they involved crossing the river and his brother hadn’t been quite tall enough to lift Kane over the water yet. Wet feet was one of their first warnings: if they couldn’t cross the river with dry feet when safe, they wouldn’t be able to make it across if they ever faced danger.

“Are we going to the river?” Kane eventually piped up, hoping to disguise the ache in his shoulders and his feet.

“What?”

“The river. Are we crossing it?”

“Maybe when you’re bigger. Not today.”

“Then where are we going?”

“Somewhere special.”

“How special?”

“Kane, do you ever stop talking?”

By the time they stopped bickering, Kane realized they hadn’t been walking for likely a minute or more. They were in a small clearing of grass and a few rocks scattered around. Surrounded by trees on all sides, but there was still a patch of sky overhead.

“Do you know how to set up the tent by yourself?” His brother asked, shaking Kane from his admirings of their location.

“No, but I can put together the poles,” he offered. He was good at poles. Just wasn’t tall enough to put up the tent with them, but he’d never say so out loud.

“Do that. I want to gather some firewood while it’s still light out. Have your knife on you?” Kane pulled out the hunting knife from the leather case their mother had made and showed it off proudly. “Good. Don’t lose it. I’m not going far, but just in case-”

“Can’t I come with you? I wanna get some firewood too.”

“What for?”

“So I can have my own fire.”

“You can light the big one. We need the tent up before it gets dark. It’ll be faster if we each do one chore.”

Kane nodded and tried his best not to pout. He’d wanted his own fire to play with, but if his brother was letting him set the big one, that would be okay too. Besides, putting up the tent was an important job. Being trusted to assemble the poles properly was more than he usually did on these trips. But with only two of them going, there’d be lots more work for each of them. As his brother set out to find the firewood, Kane decided that not only would he assemble the poles, he’d even find the right place for each of them to slide into the tent fabric. Then all that would have to be done was push it up and stake it down. Easy-peasy.

He was sliding in the last pole when he heard the tell-tale dropping of firewood behind him and jumped up.

“Tent’s ready to be put up,” he explained proudly. His brother lifted an eyebrow uncertainly.

“You sure you’ve got them in the right spots?”

“Yup!”

“Positive?”

“Yes!”

“And if we try to put it up and they’re not?”

“They will be!”

To Kane’s credit, they were, surprisingly, all absolutely correct. The tent went up in no time at all. With an overexcited use of matches and dry wood, the fire was almost faster. By the time the sun was down over the Valley and the night air quietly screeched with the calls of bugs and other assorted beasts, both boys were picking at their ham sandwiches and lying back in the grass to look upwards.

“Tell me a story,” Kane quietly requested, as if he didn’t want to disturb the world around them.

“A story?”

“Yeah, like Father does every year. About the stars.”

“You mean the constellations?” He chuckled a little and pushed some hair out of his face. “Kane, my brain’s so full of chemistry right now, I hardly remembered the way here.”

“C’mon!” It was tradition. A story by the fireside. He wasn’t letting his brother get off that easy with such a lame excuse.

“Okay, okay, I’ll come up with something.” He went quiet for a few moments before lifting one of his arms to the heavens. “You see that star there?”

“Which one?”

“The big one.”

“They’re all big. Father says they’re as big as the sun.”

“Okay, the one that looks bigger because it's the closest.”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“That one’s me.”

“How come you get to be a star?”

“You’re a star too, Kane. See the reddish-looking one?”

“Right beside the big one?”

“Exactly. Stars are born and they die all the time.”

“Just like people.”

“Right, just like people. When we die, those stars are going to disappear.”

“Are they brothers too?”

“Of course. Stars can be brothers just like people.”

“Do they get along?”

“Most of the time. Sometimes they fight and they don’t look like they’re as close together, but they always make up. Always.”

[slasherkisses]

jason, bubba, brahms, and michael (+anyone else you feel like adding) reacting to a s/o who's severely depressed and finds evidence of recent self harm? (im sorry if that last part bothers you, i'm in a real bad spot rn and im trying to pick up the pieces from the middle of a relapse) love your work, it's really been cheering me up

i hope this helps you a bit anon, im glad to know my writing has been cheering you up ^-^ and not to be a cliche human, but if you need to talk, my inbox is always open 🖤

Jason, Bubba, Brahms, Michael + Depressed S/O (TW mention of self harm)

Jason Voorhees

• Sweet baby notices you’ve been more distant than usual and tries to think of a way to talk to you about it. He wants to give you your space but he’s so worried about you.

• You’re getting out of the shower when he notices it, then everything clicks. He’s heard campers talk about depression and self harm before but he still doesn’t completely understand.

• He starts leaving you more gifts than usual and staying home most nights to be with you.

• Something must be wrong if he’s spending more time with you. Not that you’re complaining, but he rarely puts off his hunting for this long.

• “Is everything okay Jason?” You’re cuddled in bed but neither of you could sleep. You feel him shake his head so you reach over and turn on the light. “What’s wrong?”

• He looks at you pleadingly, taking a moment to sort out his thoughts. He starts signing, “I’m worried about you Y/N. I saw...” he gestures to where you’ve been hurting yourself. Your heart sinks, you never wanted him to know but here he is, confronting you.

• He continues signing, you ask him to slow down because he’s going too fast. “You’re depressed, aren’t you?” He can’t use his voice but the way he asks isn’t accusatory, it’s more trying to understand what’s happening. You nod, not meeting his eyes. “Y/N, I don’t know what you’re going through, but I want to help. I’m always here for you no matter what, I would do anything to keep you safe...”

• You feel tears starting fall, you know you should’ve talked to him but you were scared. Opening up was never easy for you. You met Jason’s caring eyes, realizing then that you never needed to be scared with him. He loved you unconditionally, he wouldn’t leave over something like this. He wanted to help in any way he could. You reached out and wrapped your arms around him, he held you in his arms letting you cry.

• You told him everything that night and he just held you and kissed you, letting you talk. Not once did he make a move to leave. You were safe here, you were loved, and you would always be supported by the love of your life.

Bubba Sawyer

• He has no idea anything is wrong for the longest time. He doesn’t really know what depression is because no one’s ever really told him. He starts thinking something is up when one day your smile doesn’t fully reach your eyes when you look at him. He’s always been so observant and this scared him.

• You’re changing in your room when he decides to do anything about it, and that’s when he sees. You quickly cover up and look away from him, tears already threatening to fall. He was so innocent, letting him see how badly you were hurting couldn’t end well.

• You’re in his arms in an instant, the noises coming from him were scared and confused. You smile sadly at him and pat his head. You know he won’t let this go, anything involving you was his top priority.

• You sigh and look down at your hands. “I’m depressed baby...” you whisper. He tilts his head not understanding, he rubs where you’ve been hurting yourself making you flinch. He whimpers and makes an apologetic noise. You sigh again and start explaining what depression is, how you’ve been feeling, what you’ve been doing to yourself... he whimpers when your done and lifts you face to look at him.

• His eyes are so full of love and understanding, he might not totally get it, but he’s going to try his hardest to make you happy. He places a gentle kiss on your nose and hugs you tighter to him.

Brahms Heelshire

• You’d always been scared that Brahms would find out. He loved watching you from the walls, but it took longer than you expected.

• “You’re hurting yourself.” His voice was deep, this was a serious matter to him. You didn’t look up from your book and that made him angry.

• “Y/N look at me.” He demanded. You bit your lip and looked up. His mask was off, his face hard. Though his voice was angry, his eyes were clouded with worry. “I’m fine.” You whispered, your voice cracking.

• He crouched in front of you on the couch, grabbing your hand and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. His eyes never left yours. “You’re an awful liar you know.” He said softly. “Y/N you don’t have to hide from me. You can talk to me about anything.” You smiled sadly at the man in front of you. He was childish most of the time so you forgot how serious and mature he could be.

• “I know...” He pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you. “You don’t need to talk now if you don’t want to, but just know I will always listen. I love you Y/N.” He whispered into your hair, at that you lost control and started sobbing. He held you all night, letting you cry, letting you talk, letting you know he wasn’t going anywhere.

Michael Myers

• He knew from the beginning that you were depressed. He just never said anything because it wasn’t his business. He watched you closely though, looking for any signs of you getting worse.

• He had his suspicions but wasn’t going to push until he hugged you one night and brushed over your fresh wounds. You sucked in air through your teeth at the pain making him freeze. He stared down at you, a flicker of worry crossing his unmasked face.

• “Show me...” He croaked. You hesitated just long enough to annoy Michael. He grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. He was dead serious. Sighing you started lifting your clothes, letting him see what you’ve been doing. His face grew harder the longer he looked so you covered your wounds again.

• “It’s not as bad as it looks.” You mutter, he scoffs and pulls you into a hug. This was the most affection he’s ever showed you, you felt a small pang of guilt at the reason behind his sudden change. He was a little hurt at the fact you didn’t tell him given his history, but he also understood completely and wouldn’t let it bother him too much.

• He pulled out the notepad he always carried with him when you were around, and started writing. “I knew you were hurting but I didn’t know it was this bad. Don’t be afraid to come to me with stuff like this Y/N. I care about you and I want you safe.” That entire statement was huge coming from Michael, you started tearing up and leaned into him again. He hugged you tighter against him, he wouldn’t let go until you wanted to leave and that was a promise.