#When I can't sleep my mind will find something to latch on to and I'm like I have to reaserch this rn

[mrfoox]

I couldnt sleep bc I was thinking about capercaillies. I stayed awake til 5 am and when I explained it to William he was like "yeah... They seem like something you'd be thinking about. They're pretty fat"

[strwbrychffoncke]

"and so i drank one ,it became four ,and when i fell on the floor i drank more,, 2.4k words synopsis: lads men taking care of you when you're drunk contains: lads (separate) x drunk!reader ,f!reader (use she/her pronouns around + femme petnames) ,fluff, some drunk comfort ,completely self-indulgent (based on me when i drink so keep in mind) ,reader is a lightweight (lol) ,some suggestive dialogue but nothing happens its mostly teasing ,that might be it note: unedited! wrote after drinking myself so beware of typos lolol, this was written in honor of the new yrs :x

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zayne

(implied) established relationship, you're at his place, doctor zayne mode activates, reader is pretty clingy, zayne gets you water, you get carried, you sleep in his bed, he hides the alcohol from you (lol???)

"it looks like someone overindulged themselves tonight."

"huuuuuh?"

you tilt your head, innocent eyes finding zayne's hard gaze.

"whad'y mean?"

coming home to see various alcohol bottles sprawled out across the kitchen counter, and a couple of empty bottles of some sweet mixed drinks you had sitting in the fridge for who knows how long was not something he expected after another long shift at the hospital.

he only sighs in response to your question, walking towards you to check you over before you cling to him.

"zayyyyne, missed you soooo much," you mumble, arms encircling around one of his tugging him closer.

"you're drunk."

you burst into a fit of giggles before refuting.

"no im nottt."

"just how much did you drink this time?"

you think it over for a long moment before deciding on your answer.

"just a little," you emphasize by holding your index and thumb fingers up, a small distance in between them.

zayne leans towards you, hand rising to rest on your forehead.

"how do you feel?"

"my head feels like its going to fall off...." suddenly your expression morphs into one of worry, and your eyes water as you look up pleadingly at zayne.

"it won't fall off, will it doctor?? its so heavy, it feels like its going to fall off...."

"no, its not going to fall off," he reassures pointedly, drawing his hand back in favor of pinching the bridge of his nose.

"really????"

you look up at him, eyes wide and hopeful, and when he looks back down at you he can't help but to pat your head.

"really. now, let me examine you further."

you give a short nod, small giggles escaping your lips as he gives you a good once-over, dragging his index finger across your line of vision (noticing how you quickly lose focus and laugh instead) and taking note of your hazy, half-lidded eyes.

"my diagnosis is that you're drunk."

"i'm nooot," you whine.

"i'm going to get you some water, and then you'll get some rest."

you let out an involuntary yawn, proving his point before he stands up and turns towards the kitchen.

"i'll be right back," he says, but only manages a single step before you latch onto his hand with both of yours.

"don't leave," you whine, looking up at him again with those wide, tearful eyes.

seriously, how much did you drink????

"i'm only grabbing some water for you. i'll be back in a moment."

with that, he takes off, leaving you to giggle to yourself for a moment before calling out to him.

"zayne.... zayyyyne.... come baaaaack............ where did you gooooo?"

he's back in under a minute, and you're quick to cling to him once he's back in your sight.

"zaaaaaaayne!"

"let's get you to bed."

"carry me?" you ask, reaching your arms up as your lips curl up cutely.

he sighs before promptly reaching down for you.

"it seems this particular patient requires plenty of rest given the way she's acting."

with those words, he lifts you up with ease, carrying you bridal style towards your shared room, quickly noticing the way you almost seem to go limp in his arms by the time he gets to the bed.

you already managed to fall asleep?

after he tucks you in, he makes sure to hide every liquor bottle properly while making a mental note to tell him when you wanted to drink so that he could make sure to be with you when you did.

even if your drunk self was a handful, he thought you were still quite cute.

who knew you were such an easily amused drunk?

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xavier

established relationship, out together before he takes you to his place, sleepy!reader (+ xav), he gives you water, affectionate!reader moment, he changes you (freak mode is not activated), cuddling

tonight, the hunter's association went out drinking to celebrate a particularly grueling mission that turned into a success.

while neither you or xavier drank much, you decided to indulge just a little given the nature of the mission.

though, despite xavier's warning for you to not overdo it, he watches as you down your second drink as he sips on his water, already preparing himself for the trouble you'll be causing later.

which leads to now, supporting you (almost like half-carrying you) as he unlocks and leads you through the entrance of his apartment.

"ah, im so.. sleepy...."

"yes, me too. the sooner we get you in, the sooner we can get to bed," he reassures.

you're led to his sofa, falling back into the cushions as he runs off to retrieve water from his fridge for you.

when he comes back, your eyes are closed.

he bends himself to your level, nudging your cheek with his finger.

"hey, don't fall asleep before drinking some water."

"head hurts.." you mumble.

"the water will help, come on."

he opens it for you, pushing it towards your lips.

they part, and he takes the opportunity to tilt the bottle slightly, hydrating you himself.

after ten seconds, he pulls it back, wiping a stray droplet from the corner of your lips before screwing the lid back on.

"why would you drink so much when you can't handle it at all?"

you chuckle at this, and he sighs.

"come on, let's get to bed, i'm tired too."

"sleepy time," you mumble as he grabs your hand and helps you to your feet, steadying you with both his hands.

"sleepy time indeed," he nods once, leading you to his bedroom.

right at the doorway, you suddenly wrap your arms around him, planting sleepy kisses across his cheek.

"oh?"

xavier is stunned for a moment but accepts the drunken affection, wry smile forming on his lips.

you pull away to look at him.

"you're so pretty," you sigh, gaze faraway yet almost enchanted by him.

he laughs at this.

"come on, lets get to bed already."

he helps you shed your outer clothes before ridding of his own, pulling one of his sweaters over your head as he pulls on sweatpants, tugging you to fall into the mattress with him.

he hugs you close, planting a kiss on your head, then your cheek, your nose, and then your lips as your breaths even out.

"sleep well, my lovely star."

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rafayel

implied established relationship, whiny!reader, teasing!raf, he calls you "cutie," you're at his studio/home

truth be told, rafayel loved when you got like this.

since you didn't drink often, it was quite the treat for him to see you as clingy and needy as he felt for you on a daily basis.

"raaaaaaaaf," you whined.

"yes, cutie?"

you hugged him.

"'s so hot," you breathed out, slumping beside him.

he laughed.

"but i opened the window to let the sea breeze in awhile ago, isn't it working?"

you pout, shaking your head before quickly regretting it, laying it back down against his shoulder.

"not at all."

"you poor thing," he said half-teasing, reaching his free hand out to pat your head.

"raf."

"hm?"

"rafayel."

"yes?"

"ra-fa-yeeeeel."

he broke into a wide smile.

"need somethin', cutie?"

"jus' like your name," you mumbled.

"oh? really?"

"mhm."

"well, i like yours more."

"nope."

"mhm."

"no."

"do too."

suddenly, you reach for his hand.

you tug it towards you before beginning to trace his fingers.

"are you a fortune teller now or something?

he maneuvers his hand so that his fingers intertwine with yours.

"too bad, looks like you can't see it anymore."

you giggle at him.

"stay like this?" your words come out as a question.

"there's nothing i'd want more," he answers, heart full at the satisfied smile on your face before cuddling into him once more.

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sylus

relationship can be seen as established or not tbh, he calls you "kitten" several times, incorrect use of evol? (but its to save reader from falling lol), you get carried, he comforts you

sylus walks into the kitchen as you step out, taking note of the various alcoholic beverage cans and bottles across the counter.

"having a party without me, kitten?"

you shake your head.

"no, no," you smile. "jus' needed t' grab som'ing" you manage to slur out, headed towards the stairs.

he watches you as you begin making your way up some stairs before you stumble.

before you can even register that you're falling, black and red tendrils wrap around your body, catching you with ease.

your airy laughs fill the room, uncaring of you almost falling down the stairs, the feeling of the tendrils circling your waist and thighs almost electrifying against your sensitive skin.

"s-s-sylus! aha! tickles, hahaha-!"

the man in question half grins at your reaction, none the wiser to the surge of panic you just caused him.

in no time at all, he's beside you, tendrils gently uncurling from you as he looks down at you.

"such a clumsy kitten," he shakes his head. "what will i do with you?"

you're still swaying slightly, blinking up at him, and he doesn't wait for an answer that you may or may not give before hauling you over his shoulder, causing a surprised sound and you erupting into another fit of giggles.

he holds you securely, making his way towards his room with you, the pleasant sound of your amused laughs his favorite melody.

he passes by luke and kieran, asking them to do away with the beverages that are still out on the counter.

"is she... alright?" luke asks out of concern.

"oh, she's just fine. it seems a little kitten can't hold her liquor very well," he shakes his head.

after they leave (you waving at them as they disappear into the distance) sylus feels you shiver against him.

"cold?"

"so cold..."

"don't worry, kitten," he begins, pushing the door to his room open. "you'll be warmed up in no time."

he wastes no time gently dropping you into bed, watching as you bounce slightly on the mattress, a pleased sound escaping you as you waste no time to get under the covers.

"are you alright?" he asks, head tilted and concern lacing his tone.

you nod before you frown.

"stomach hurts...."

"my poor kitten."

sylus quickly turns out the light, settling beside you as his large hand comes up to rub over your belly.

you curl into him, pleased grin stretching across your lips, and without realizing it, you've drifted off in sylus comfort and warmth.

he doesn't know how long he stays by your side, gaze fixed on your sleeping face as he continues soothing the spot of pain, but he knows that in this moment, there's nowhere he'd rather be.

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caleb

implied established relationship, slight suggestive remarks, worried!caleb, caleb teasing you

when you stumble your way through the front entrance of your home, the first thing you're met with is caleb, hands crossed over his chest as he stares down at you, unamused.

before you can greet him, he speaks up.

"do you have any idea what time it is?"

your eyes slowly shift up to his, and you can't help but to burst into a fit of giggles.

"hiiii," you drag out once your laughing begins to subside.

caleb stares down at you for a moment, taking in your slightly disheveled state and your lack of comeback, hardened expression softening just slightly.

"are you.... drunk?"

you burst into giggles again as you deny his accusation.

"not at alllll," you deny, swaying side to side.

"ok, you're literally just lying."

you move to take another step but somehow stumble right into caleb, who quickly wraps his arms around you.

"what the hell did you drink, pipsqueak?"

"dunno..." you trail off, closing your eyes, feeling comforted by caleb's embrace.

"'m dizzy.. so sleepy...."

"ok, let me just get you to your room first, yeah?"

you nod, allowing yourself to be led by caleb to your bedroom.

you make it quickly, not without a few more stumbles, mostly leaning on caleb's large frame for support as you're led to sit down in your desk chair.

"ok, wait here, i'll be right back."

when he leaves your gaze lingers around your room, darting across the shelves and decorations as if its unfamiliar before you slump down in the chair.

you sway side to side for a bit before you allow yourself to slip down further, sinking down down down until you're splayed out on the soft carpet.

just as you make yourself comfortable, hurried footsteps get closer and enter through the doorway.

"ok, i'm back, i have-"

caleb pauses, staring down at you before his eyes crease in amusement.

"pipsqueak, what are you doing on the floor?"

"'s comfy," you answer, grabbing a nearby plushie (that caleb won for you) and hugging it to your chest. "wanna sleep here."

"well, you can't."

"why?"

"because your bed is right there."

"don' wanna get up..." you whine, eyes shut and curling up comfortably.

he sets down the water and medicine bottles he brought in on your bedside table before his attention is on you again.

"making me do the work like usual, huh?"

you don't have time to try and process the underlying meaning of his words before you feel yourself being lifted, erupting into laughs at the action before you're tossed onto your bed, bouncing against the mattress before you're settled, amusement still circulating the room.

"caleb!"

you're looking at him through your creased eyes, half closed as you slowly recover from your fit, watching as he shrugs, teasing smile playing at his lips.

"you said you couldn't get up, so i helped you."

when the giggles subside, you're both staring at each other for awhile before caleb breaks his gaze away.

"ok, you should really sleep now. do you need anything else before i go?"

"you?"

your answer comes out so simply, so honestly, that it catches him off guard, stuck in momentary shock when you speak up again.

"sleep with me," you pat the side of your bed.

he recovers from his shock at these words, smirk breaking out.

"oh? really, pipsqueak?"

"caleeeeb," you whine.

he puts his hands up in mock surrender.

"kidding, kidding," he closes the distance, standing right at the side of the bed.

"you sure you want me to sleep with you?"

"yes," you say, grabbing his hand.

"ok, ok, let me just get the light first."

he switches the light off, making his way back over before being tugged into bed by your eager pull.

even after he falls into the mattress with an oof, he quickly settles in before teasing you again.

"you sure you don't have any ulterior motives in pulling me into bed with you this time?"

when you don't pipe up again, he takes a look to see you having already dozed off.

he sighs, hand reaching up to cup and caress your cheek.

"sleep well, my pipsqueak. i'll be sure to punish you for worrying me so much tomorrow," he whispers his promise into the night, sealing with a kiss to the corner of your lips before slipping his eyes shut.

with you safe and secure in his arms, he could finally fall asleep peacefully tonight.

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a/n: writing this after drinking hehe... i want to write more detailed (maybe full fics) of lads x drunk!reader but wrote these little imagines up for nowwww... i would like them all to dote on me but i think im quite funny in this state hehe -

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Forced Vacation- Part 1

Hero collapsed on the couch, not even bothering to change out of their suit. They were just drifting off when they heard the latch to their window click, then the window opening. Hero groaned. They were so tired, why did they have to deal with a break-in?

They willed themselves to move; they opened their eyes and saw a shadow looming over them. Before they could react, something sharp pierced their thigh. Hero cried out, glaring up at Villain.

“What was that for!?”

“Shh, go back to sleep,” Villain whispered.

“I most certainly will not!” Hero shouted, “I- I… I...mm…”

Hero blinked in an effort to clear their blurry vision. Villain got off of them and started looking around Hero's apartment. Hero rolled off the couch and crashed to the floor with a thud.

“Villain!” Hero slurred, “get back here!”

“Which way to your bedroom?” Villain asked, ignoring them.

“I'm not telling you!”

“Fair enough, I'll find it myself, it's not like you live in a mansion… I should really fix that.”

Villain hummed to themselves while Hero pathetically crawled after them. Villain started going through Hero's dresser, pulling out various garments like- swimwear!?

“Did you just come here to steal my wardrobe?” Hero mumbled.

“Oh please,” Villain scoffed, “who would want these? I have half a mind to call the fashion police. Hm, we'll just pick you up some things along the way.”

Hero was finding it increasingly difficult to focus. Villain stalked over to them, crouching down to inspect them.

“You're not out yet?” Villain asked, tilting their head.

“No,” Hero bit out, “I'm…not…”

Hero's eyes fluttered shut as they collapsed on their side. They distantly felt Villain scoop them up in a bridal carry, then there was nothing.

…

Hero stirred to a pressure in their ears. Their eyelids slowly lifted and they saw Villain sitting opposite them, reading a book.

“Morning,” Villain drawled, turning a page, “or afternoon. I don't keep track of the time zones up here.”

Up here? Hero ‘s head swiveled to the side. They looked out a small, round window and saw fluffy white clouds and a blue sky. Their eyes went wide. They turned back to Villain, and sprang to their feet. Well, they tried to, but something kept them in place.

“That's for your own safety,” Villain said, gesturing vaguely to the various straps pulled taut across Hero's body, “and my peace of mind.”

“Safety!? A seatbelt is safety, Villain! This is- what even is all this!? Why am I on a plane, why am I strapped down, why did you kidnap me!?”

Villain snapped their fingers, and a henchman brought over a glass of water with a straw. They held it to Hero's lips. Hero then realized how dry their mouth was, and reluctantly drank against their better judgment.

“That's drugged,” Villain said nonchalantly.

Hero froze, having already swallowed most of the water. Villain finally looked up from their book and laughed.

“Oh, your face~,” Villain cackled, “too cute! It's just spring water, Hero, with a little bit of lemon.”

Hero visibly relaxed.

“As for your other questions,” Villain continued, “I know you, Hero, and I know when you're overdoing it. As such, I've decided its in your best interest as my nemesis to arrange a vacation for you; well, for both of us, but mostly you. We're going to a tropical island far away from any cities , criminals, or corrupt justice systems.”

“Villain!” Hero protested.

“Hero!” Villain replied with a smirk.

“I can't go on vacation! I have way too much to do! I-” Hero struggled some more in the restraints “-Let me out!”

“Those are there to make sure you don't try anything reckless,” Villain stated, “so calm down, and enjoy the flight.”

A henchman pushed a button, and a TV lowered down from the ceiling. They put a remote control in Hero's hand, then nodded to Villain.

“You will let me know if you get motion sickness, won't you?” Villain asked, picking their book up again.

“UGH!”

...

When they landed, Villain set their book down and reached in their belt pocket for something. They produced another syringe.

“Oh come on!” Hero whined.

“It's not that bad,” Villain argued, “just a small pinch, look-"

Villain injected the contents into Hero's leg. Hero stifled a yelp. Two henchmen came and unstrapped Hero from their seat. Hero immediately stood, only to lurch forward. Villain caught them easily.

“Falling for me? You flatter me,” Villain teased.

“Get off,” Hero said, “I appreciate the concern, but you can't just kidnap people whenever you feel like it!”

“Of course I can, I'm doing it right now, aren't I?”

Villain lifted Hero up into their arms, walking them off the plane. Hero fought to stay awake. Villain deposited them in a luxury car, climbing in next to them. Hero dozed off a moment later.

Part 2

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[aithusarosekiller]

An Extensive List Of Ouizzy Hcs

Frenchie is a cuddler. If he gets the opportunity to latch on like a koala you know damn well that he will do it. This is often paired with soft kisses to wherever is closest to his face. He and Izzy were initially very casual with very little intimacy, until one day Frenchie just decided to cuddle up and Izzy had the realisation of 'oh shit, this is actually really nice'

Izzy's response to the first 'I love you' was a very panicked 'fuck off' until he remembered how similarly Ed had responded to his confession and freaked the fuck out because he didn't want Frenchie to feel that way. He was too emotionally constipated to apologise so he just left the room. It took two days for him to approach Frenchie and manage an apology, which was accepted a lot quicker than he anticipated.

Frenchie is so proud that he managed to pull the Izzy Hands and will not fail to mention it to EVERYBODY he comes across. He is very much the 'Well, yesterday, my husband said...' 'According to Iz- that's my boyfriend btw-' 'hey, this is Izzy, he's my beautiful boyfriend' 'I'm so lucky to have a husband like Iz' 'I have a partner too, his name is Izzy and-' 'sorry, I've got a date with my darling Izzy today' type of partner

Frenchie smiles in his sleep. It's adorable.

Jim is their no.1 supporter. They gave Frenchie the shovel talk, which he genuinely did not see coming. They think their relationship is 'cute', which made Izzy particularly grumpy and reluctant to talk to them for a week.

Izzy is a sub

Izzy always falls asleep first but he's a super light sleeper so Frenchie is careful to not move or even breathe too loud because he is terrified of waking him

Stede knew they were dating before Izzy did

Izzy will usually shut down Frenchie's superstitious theories but will occasionally indulge him if he's particularly adamant and it won't cause any harm bc at least it makes Frenchie happy to be believed.

The room they choose to hide Izzy in when he gets shot is the room the two of them had been secretly meeting up in for several weeks before the canon s2 timeline picks up. Frenchie just panicked and took him right there, having to come up with an excuse to give to Archie when she asked why he wanted to drag Izzy behind a dusty shelf.

Frenchie gives neck hugs, Izzy goes for the arms around the waist + face in shoulder hug. Occasionally Izzy will come up and hug him from behind but he finds it more intimate for some inexplicable reason so he rarely does it, especially in the company of others.

They can't go anywhere without walking into some big, scary guy Izzy once hooked up with. But Frenchie quickly grew to not mind because out of all of them, Iz still chose to stick the superstitious barely-pirate with no survival skills whatsoever so are any of them really that cool after all?

Lucius takes every opportunity to tease Izzy about their relationship. He will not stop until he gets a satisfying reaction. Or until he gets bored enough to make up an excuse for leaving...

Frenchie is a biter. No further information.

They don't usually do anniversaries but they DO frequently pretend that it's their anniversary when they want to get out of doing something for somebody else

In S1E4, Frenchie is the one that left the prosthetic at Izzy's door. He's also the one that told Lucius what to put on the note.

Izzy sometimes sings when he's really focused on something but he'll deny it to the end of time. Frenchie hears sometimes and just quietly listens. He'll switch between languages when he sings depending on his mood and Frenchie loses all human cognitive abilities when he brings out the French.

One day, Frenchie 'adopts' a rat he found onboard and calls it Maddy, Izzy hates it but still manages to convince Roach not to skin it and feed it to a seagull, all bc it made Frenchie happy. Ofc if you asked him, he'd say he had nothing to do with the thing being kept.

Frenchie manages to somehow slip the word 'babe' into every conversation

Izzy's a hand kisser. Especially the palms.

They both go to Wee John when they're stressing about gifts or smth and it gets to a point where he knows more about their relationship than they do

Izzy accidentally let the words 'my love' slip ONCE and is not allowed to forget it

There is nothing Frenchie wouldn't do to hear that man laugh. He'll do absolutely anything just to see him smile or laugh, which initially proves to be quite difficult.

They are girl dads idec

Izzy occasionally smokes, and it's one of the key ways Frenchie can tell if he is in pain or stressed out

They make bets about everyone else on the ship constantly. About almost anything.

Izzy tried to teach Frenchie how to read but his reading skills are relatively limited so it really didn't go well. They end up going to Ed for help because Izzy banned him from asking Lucius.

Frenchie knows a lot about flowers. He never says how but he'll go on about them for ages. Izzy secretly gives it endearing.

The black jacket Frenchie wears in s2 was given to him by Izzy. He made some adjustments and added the cat to the back and then started to wear it constantly; he quite liked wearing it because it felt like a comforting layer of protection and familiarity from the horrors around them

[allisquish]

Gold-plated Silver Lining

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Part 2

Continuation of the last one, this time more of the reader's perspective. I have the next part written, but I'm not 100% happy with the ending yet idk. There's probably gonna end up w four parts, idk.

Also, didn't state it in the first part, but reader is an adult. (The whole fic is probably gonna be pg-13 but I wanna cover my bases here).

Enjoy!

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Living with Stan was both a dream and a nightmare.

It's a little embarrasing, how much you had daydreamed about this kind of soft domesticity with Stan. Sharing the day to day intimacies with him and the kids; shared mealtimes, settling for the night, and just being close.

Having them all under the roof of your tiny apartment should've been fun and joyful. And it was, but it felt... tainted. Without the Shack, everything was stilted.

Still, when you weren't working at Greasy's with Soos, you tried to find little things to bring some joy back. Like bringing takeout, exploring with the twins, or having movie nights with everyone. You did everything you could to keep Dipper and Mabel still smiling.

Stan was another problem all together. Never in your wildest dreams while working in the Shack did you ever imagine being constantly this physically close to him. Past you would've lost your mind over it; whenever you sat pressed together on the couch, or brushed hands getting the twins settled.  But you knew Stan. Had spent enough time with him over the years to see past his showman's facade. The twins might still see loud guffaw and blustery rage at the Gleefuls, but you can see what Stan buries behind them. The worry, the fear and the weariness.

You didn't realize exactly how much everything was weighing on him until one evening. The twins were asleep on the air mattress in front of the couch, where Stan sat. You'd just filled your water bottle, and was doing a last check in before you headed to your bedroom for the night.

Quietly, you stopped behind the couch, staring at the tableau before you. The way Stan sat, his large shoulders tense, his hands clasped, his gaze heavy. It reminded you of Atlas with the world on his shoulders. Unsure, you reached out to lightly touch his shoulder.

You were about to ask Stan if he needed anything, when he spoke. "They can't stay here."

"What?" You nearly dropped your water bottle; what did he mean? Had you done something wrong? Had you-

Stan turned slightly towards you, and  continued, "I gotta send them back to California."

"Stan!" You hissed, watching as Mabel groaned and shifted in her sleep. This wasn't a conversation to have in front of the kids, even if they were asleep. You grabbed hold of his shirt, and tugged; nodding towards your room. Begrudingly, he followed.

Soon as the door closed, Stan spoke, "They can't stay here."

"Of course they can, Stan, its not like I'm gonna kick you all out or anything."

"Thats not what I meant." He sighed, his gaze focused solely on your carpet. "I can't keep them here. It isn't fair to the kids or you."

"Stan-"

He held up a hand, "No, just, listen." He looked up, staring at the space betwee your head and shoulders, "I don't have a job, I dont have a home, hell I dont even have any money. All I have is my car and the clothes on my back. I can't... I can't take care of these kids." In the darkness, you could see his eyes shining, and his already gruff voice turn even gruffier. Taking a deep breath, you slowly reached out for him, grazing his hand.

"Stan," You swallowed, "I... I... There. There might not be much I can do to help," You gave in to the impulse to grab his hand, squeezing it tight, "But. But I want you to know. You are always, always welcome here. No matter what." You were sure he'd grumble something and pull away; instead, he surprised you by latching on to your hand, holding it just as tightly.

"I know." He said, finally, finally making eye contact with you in the darkness. You stood together like that, holding tightly to eachother in the darkness for several poignant moments before Stan pulled away. "Have a good night." He gave you a tight lippped smile. "You too, Stan." You whispered, holding your hands up to your chest. You wanted to stop him, wanted to talk to him more about everything weighing on him, but what could you do? You were just a waitress, just able to make ends met for yourself in your tiny apartment. Could you really support two preteens and their uncle all summer long?

But there was one thing you knew for absolute certainty; Stan would always have a place to stay with you.

[cherry-poppins]

Late Night Snack Run - US!Papyrus X Reader

Restless nights feel better when i'm by your side Distracting my thoughts as you fill my soul Salty seas and jealous stars This won't be the last night I share with you

It was a warm summer night, the stars decorated the sky only to be blinded by the light of the moon, stealing the night sky. You had always been a night owl, as they say. For whatever reason you’d claim. Either perhaps you’re used to working late nights, your hours taken by studying till dawn, maybe you just loved late nights, find the peace in it, no one to bother you.

But for some reason tonight was different.

You had been tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, your mind overwhelmed with thoughts and worries. Feeling them crawl up your spine and latch onto your mind, chewing into you as you attempt to dismiss them with peaceful slumber. Yet here you were, awake and mind brimming with anxieties and overgrown thoughts. While you’d love to just pretend and get over it you knew you had to do something to clear your head, and thankfully you knew just the night owl to help you.

Swiftly picking your phone from your nightstand, groaning as the lights hits your eyes. Promptly turning the brightness all the way down before sending a text to the one person you knew would be up at this time.

A few minutes later, you hear a knock at your door. You’re quick to descend down the stairs to the front door. Opening the door you greet him with a finger pressed to your lips, signaling him to be quiet.

"Hey, what's up? Has something happened?" Papyrus whispered, eyeing you with worry. You can tell he hadn’t planned on going to bed tonight due to the fact he was still in his day clothes, dark gray sweats and his signature mallow yellow hoodie. Which you loved to steal from time to time, shit was so thick and soft. The best during winter.

"I can't sleep," you replied, also whispering. You cross your arms as the cool night air sinks into your clothes. "I just need to get out of the house or some shit ya know”

He nodded, leaning against the door frame. “Ah i gotcha, hmm. How about we hit the gas station for some snacks and then chill at the beach”

You couldn’t help but smile at the idea. “Yeah lets, ya brought ya car?” you asked.

He chuckled as he shook his head. “Heh, nup. Teleported here, but lemme teleport you back to my place and we can fetch it”

You nodded, quickly sliding on a pair of shoes.

“Welp you know the drill, hang on.” You clutch onto Papyrus, closing your eyes as you feel the ground at your feet warp, and disappear for a second before you back on solid ground. Opening your eyes you meet with the front of papyrus and his brother's house.

“I swear I'll never get used to teleporting” You say as you take a deep breath, trying to ground yourself. Papyrus just chuckled as he ruffled your hair before going off to fetch his car keys.

We made our way down the street, the only sound was the hum of the car's engine . The night was quiet and still, the only lights coming from the street lamps and the occasional passing car.

"So, what's been keeping you up?" Papyrus asked, breaking the silence.

You sighed. "A lot of things… work has been up my ass and unfortunately i can't just up and quit. My Family hasn't been making it any easier, I love them to bits but it seems like there's always something and that something is always my fault…” You stare out the car window, breathing in the cold night air. Letting it clear your mind and wash away the stress. “It's all just been weighing on me lately, ya know?."

"I hear you, life’s just shit like that sometimes." Papyrus said sympathetically. "Sometimes you just need to get out and clear your head."

We arrived at the gas station, and you went inside to grab a few snacks while Papyrus filled up the car with fuel. You bought a few drinks and candy, snuck a donut because why not, you were having a bad day. As we were leaving, the cashier called out to us. "Hey, aren't you two a little young to be out this late?" he asked suspiciously.

You laughed nervously. "Just grabbing some snacks. We'll be on our way." We were quick to make our way back to the car and drive off, relieved to be out of the cashier's line of sight.

We both looked at each other and laughed. “What was that all about?” Papyrus chuckled, shaking his head.

“Fuck if i know, either he was just trying to look out for us or he was some massive weirdo” You responding, whipping your eyes from the rogue tear the slipped and to cleanse yourself or the weird interaction.

“We don’t look that young do we?” Papyrus gaze turns to me. “I mean I get that i still have the youthful glow to me but you don't look a day over 35” he winks.

You gasp, dramatically holding your hand to your heart. “Oh you wound me, the absolute audacity!” You whine, giving him the middle finger which slipped another giggle out of Papyrus.

Another comfortable silence settles between you two, silently lip-syncing to the murmured tunes of the radio. You turn your gaze slightly to papyrus, not so much so that he notices but you knew that he would notice regardless. He had the tendency to notice small things like that. As you looked at him, watching as the street lights reflected across his skull. You smile to yourself, remember when you two first met, all the times you’ve called him up and he came without question. The times he called you, even if it was for you just to be near him while he wrote his book, says you inspire him… whatever that means. You look out the window again, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly at that last thought. You appreciated Papyrus, appreciated his company, his friendship. A smile forms on your lips.

"Thanks for coming with me," You said, breaking the silence again. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

"Anytime," Papyrus replied with a smile. "That's what friends are for, right?"

“Yeah right, what are friends for”

After a small while we finally made our way to the beach, the tide coming in as it lapped against the bay. The air salty mixed with the cold night wind, you could help but breathe it in. It was like your body craved the salt of the sea, the fresh cool air, clear night sky and the sounds of the ocean…. Wow you really needed to get out of the city more often.

Papyrus parked the car, taking a seat on the car's bonnet, with you following a quick pursuit. Cracking open a bottle of coke as papyrus was already digging into the donuts. You made a comment on the price of gas station snacks, saying that if this happened often that you’d go bankrupt. Papyrus commented that you'll be the reason that the gas station will still be in business.

You both sat watching the stars go by, talking about events that happened in your life, what book you were reading, what book he was writing. How you lost your favorite sock and that you had the best indian take out the other week. Papyrus claiming that the show he’s been binging had the worst ending, shitty writing he calls it. But he did find a cool coffee machine the other day so he could make his own coffee at home but he doesn't know how to use it.

“Ha, then why’d ya buy it then ya ding dong?” You laugh, shaking your head at his absolute tomfoolery.

Like every other question I give him he answers with a shrug “I dunno? It looked fancy for cheap? Plus who doesn't want to make their own coffee at home.”

Another laugh escaped your lips. “Mate you’re so lucky that i worked at a bakery with a cafe once and that they taught me how to use those suckers because they were short of a barista”

“Well would you look at that, see, so there was a point in buying it” Papyrus smirks and gives you a little playful nudge.

You dramatically gasp and give him a shove back. “Oi you bought it before you knew i could work em”

“Eh that 's true but it's a very good coincidence wouldn't you say? Call it destiny if you will”

“What, the coffee machine?” You ask confused.

“What?” he asks back, clearly more confused than you.

“You wanna call the coffee machine, Destiny?” You try to explain, starting to feel a bit embarrassed “Is that not what you meant?”

He looked a bit confused at first but the realization kicked in and Papyrus was “No, that's not what i- ahaha.” He threw his head back in laughter, tears brought to his eyes, you couldn't help but laugh a bit with him

“Wait I wasn't trying to be funny- was that not what you were- oh…. Oh fuck i’m an actual dumbass” You giggle as your face heated up in shame.

Wiping a tear from his eye he wraps his bony arm around you and pulls you close. “Eh, I'm the dumbass who bought a coffee machine and didn't know how to use it. You tell me who sounds like the bigger dumbass?”

“Yeah but ur my dumbass” you bantered, giving his shoulder a half assed punch.

Papyrus gave the most dramatic look to you before sassily saying. “Oh how dare you… You know what, i think i will name the coffee machine destiny”

“Pft yeah yeah, whatever” you giggle as you exit out of Paps arms and lay on the bonnet of the car, you gaze, eyeing the night sky, feeling your mind go quiet. You smile as you watch a shooting star go by, wondering if it was a trick of the light as it went by so fast…. If it was you were just gonna pretend it was a shooting star for luck. You look towards papyrus, realizing he must also see your trick of the light shooting star too.

“Ready to go home buckaroo” Papyrus asks as he turns to you.

You nodded, feeling ready to go to bed after this whole thing. Though you weren't sure if you wanted to spend the night alone. “Yeah… uh actually don't suppose i could stay at your place tonight?”

Papyrus smiled “yeah why not, suppose you wanna borrow my clothes to sleep in again too”

You gave him a light shove, papyrus dramatically falling off the bonnet of the car.

You both drove around for a while longer, talking and laughing, before finally heading back. As they pulled up to papyrus’s house, you turned to Papyrus.

“Hey Paps, thanks for doing this with me. I had the best time” You admitted, leaning against his car once you exited it.

“What are friends for honey, come on let's getcha inside. You ready?” He asks, holding out his hand for you.

Letting out a content sigh you waste no time grabbing his hand, giving it a small squeeze. “Yeah, I’m ready”

Quietly teleporting to Papyrus’s room, you stumble a bit forward, but Papyrus was quick to catch you. You whisper a small thank you before rummaging around his closet looking for something to sleep in. You chuck on some of his sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, and flop onto his bed. Stealing one of his pillows you cuddled it waiting for papyrus to join you. Papyrus finally joined, covering the top of them in his weighted doona blanket. Wrapping his arms around you, spooning you as you spooned the pillow as you like to cuddle a pillow as you sleep. You murmured something as Papyrus placed a soft kiss on your forehead before your body finally took rest. Your mind is empty as you fall into slumber, feeling warm, cozy and happy. Knowing that no matter what life threw at you, that you had someone who would always be there for you.

[russeliarat]

Yall wanna see some misc HMSW stuff I've been doodling over the past few weeks? Too bad you're seeing them anyway.

Instinct and Desire, the fusions of Heart and Mind and Heart and Soul respectively. I actually drew these a bit ago but I redraw them today and made a Soul and Mind fusion called Morality, but couldn't find the images on my phone so I'll take the photos tomorrow at some point and post it individually then.

Here's a dumb doodle I did of Desire a while back:

Misc doodles with varying inspiration. The Soul and Heart is the top right corner are based on the two outfits for Frank from Rocky Horror Picture Show, the Chonny in the bottom left is pose practice from Shut Up You're Stupid mv (the part at the end where he start swaying), the top left is a Heart inspired by something I found on Pinterest that I got to practice feathers, mild body horror, and posing, and the bottom right corner Mind and Heart are pose + expression practice with outfits I mixed together from Pinterest.

Yes the Mind doodle in the bottom right is my favourite.

Drone bee Mind. Not really much to say other than 'what if I gave him four arms and a cunty outfit'. I just liked the idea of insect designs.

For the SCP AU on tumblr and CJFS that I've become obsessed with. (Made by starry_hologram, sorry tagging won't work on mobile fsr) I've had a recent obsession with SCP Foundation in general and this basically latched onto both my special interests. I've been playing with the idea of Simon not being as entirely human as everyone thought and him having this uncanny-ness to him that no one can pinpoint. I elaborate further on sketches below, but I'm putting them at the end of the post since it's very horror themed. Me when SCP leans way into a very good setting for every kind of horror imaginable (I am not sleeping tonight after the scroll through Pinterest, you can find anything on there if you know how to get to it :'D)

Staying true to my roots and putting Heart in ballgown of a dress. Got lazy and only gave him one wing though, I had plans to put the other two in dresses but Heart's long ass skirt made me leave it. I used silver and purple metallic gel pens to add dimension but you can't really see it in a photo ngl.

For my partner's comfort AU! Jellyjash as we call him. Put him in the beach fit coz it suits the vibe.

Not really HMSW but this is the design I've been using for the past 8 or 9 months for the Haiku/HitS love interest, of whom I call Venus. I've been practicing drawing people with more weight lately, I'm tweaking how I draw Venus' proportions atm.

Here's the horror stuff for Simon:

[kyuu-9]

Doma x reader

Part 1 / Part 2

This is my first story it will be about 14 parts slow-ish updates

Masterlist

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Delusions and Dames

Delusion is all I have, a mind broken by fear- When all is wrong you latch on to the one thing you think is right, and you depend depend depend. Until you can't stray away.

-Prologue

Too tired to get up, hungry and hurting. It has been an hour since he was in the room with you. Back then you would have tried to get up but not anymore. All you wanted to do was sit there, and that's what you did. If you were lucky he would leave you alone for the rest of the night, but has luck ever been on your side? If it was, you would never have married this horrible man. You would be happy, healthy. Safe. But you weren't, you married that horrible man, you were hungry, hurting. Far from safe. If only you had started on dinner a few hours earlier. You wouldn't be in this situation. Your husband wouldn't have laid a finger on you today. "Dinner should've been ready when I got home!" he screamed at you. Those were the words he yelled before he hit you. All you wanted was a savor. A person to get you out of this mess, someone to help you and that person would come soon, you could feel it or was it just a delusion?

You let your eyes rest knowing that if you don't sleep now you won't be able to sleep at all. You were awake for most of the night, on edge from the fear of him coming back into the room. You think about how you met him as you drift off to sleep, how you got yourself into this mess. You were walking through town, looking at all of the stands. You were out buying some fabric to make an outfit for your mother. She was a sick woman and her birthday was coming up, you wanted to make something special for her birthday. Fearing that it could be the last you celebrate with her. Your father wasn't a good man either, better than your husband though. Anyone could be better than your husband. As you were walking you bumped into someone. Falling to your butt you instantly panicked. "I'm so sorry I was just thinking about something and didn't see you in front of me-!" You rambled on to the person that you bumped into. "Oh no , I'm sorry." you heard a melodic yet gruff voice say over yours. As you look up you see a man standing over you, he offers you a hand and you take it. Mistake. Helping you up, you could feel his hands, they were large but soft. As he let go it broke you out of your small trance, "I'm so-" *CRACK* A loud sound woke you from your melancholy dream. You look around frantically, breath heavy. It was almost morning, you could see the sun starting to come up from the horizon. Knowing that you would have to prepare breakfast before he woke up, you started to make your way to the kitchen of the house, pondering what you would make. Walking into the kitchen you look around finding something to cook. You would need to go to the market today to get more things. You cook up something quickly not knowing when your husband would be awake plating the food you grab a bit for yourself and you quickly eat the small portion you got. Waiting at the side of the room for the husband you hear footsteps from a hallway.

The man walks in and looks around, "At least you made breakfast." He sneered at you. You bow your head, showing that you were sorry for your mistake. "It will never happen again, I promise sir." You try to say without stuttering out of a bit of fear. "Good." The response was cold, a blow to your composure. You flinch a bit, ashamed. When he finished eating he got up and started for the door. "I have work now, dinner better be done the moment I step through that door y/n." His voice was a snarl, you wanted to cry but you held on. He stepped out of the house and you let out a breath. Oh how you wanted it to all stop, it has to. As much as you wanted to sit there, you got up and got ready to go out.

Walking out the door, a cold chill hits you. You hug your coat closer to you, trying to keep yourself warm. You walk down the snowy path to town. Admiring the white of the forest, breathing in the crisp morning air. It was peaceful, and you liked it. "The walk should be around thirty minutes," whispering to yourself. Houses pass your field of vision every few minutes, the wind was blowing a bit harder now. Snuggling into your coat, you march on. "Ah-!" Tripping down the path you let go of your coat for a second to regain your balance. Then a gust of wind blows particularly hard. The wind carried your coat off of your shoulders and into the woods, "No.." Without the jacket you were getting a lot colder, you had to catch it. Walking off of the path you trudge through the snow. As you go deeper into the woods, the trees start to obstruct more sunlight. It just got darker and colder. You look for another minute or so before you spot your coat on a tree branch, you quickly run up to the trunk of the tree looking up. "Oh.. oh no that's too high up." You jump up and try to reach it but to no avail, you were just too short. Grumbling to yourself you keep trying, until you feel something press against your back, or someone. You pull your hand down and make yourself smaller. "Need help with that?" The person reaches up and grabs your coat, gently placing it around your shoulders. The stranger grabs both sides of your waist and turns you around. Now that you could look at this person, you couldn't help but stare at him. He was tall, a lot taller than you. His hair was long and a really light blond, almost white. You could see he had a nice build through the tight shirt he was wearing, he had a black overcoat that reached close to the ground, and his eyes. His eyes were gorgeous. Entrancing, they were colorful, like a rainbow. "Thank you." You murmured to the man in front of you. "No Problem," he pulls you into him, "what is a lady like you doing out here in the woods?" His voice, oh his voice was perfect to you. How you could listen to it forever. "I lost my coat." Muttering out. "It's cold, where are you headed?" His smile was charming, answering back, "I was going to town, I will be on my way now.." Voice a bit more confident now. "Thank you... again." "Of course, I'll walk you back to the path." With a hand on your back he walks with you to the path you previously strayed from. "Don't stray again, you don't know what dangers could be in the woods~" he said looking into your eyes, his smile wide. His voice playful. "I do have to go now," He grabbed your chin in his hands. "Ah-" Your eyes widened. His smile only growing. "Can I get your name?" Getting shy you look away from his eyes. "Doma.." Ohh~ you loved his voice. "Doma" The names rolled off your tongue. He got closer to your face, "perfect." He lets go of you, turning around. As he walked away, back into the woods you couldn't help but stare. He was captivating, charming. Turning away yourself you continue down your path. You did lose some time, it would be best if you hurry you could not risk being late for dinner again. You pick up your pace. "Doma..." You kept thinking about him. Hoping you could see him again, you continue on your walk. Your spirits were definitely better. You smile to yourself. "Doma" you say again you keep walking until you make it to town. You would have to be quick, you couldn't risk another beating.

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[bastetwastaken]

Thanks for replying back to my message~ I do prefer private massages a bit more to start though I'm not opposed to sharing with people and collaborating things ⭐

Just to give perspective, I'm okay face to face in person with people but online I get a bit (sometimes a lotta bit) nervous, partly cause the delay time between messages can give my head time to tear apart words and color things in shades of worries.

The other issue, I have exactly 0 Puzzleshipping friends and I've not been an active part of a group for a fandom by myself ether which adds pressure, especially with those who's work I admire and really wish I could connect with. Sometimes I feel like I'm outside of group dynamics and get really self conscious but I don't want to cause someone to feel like they -have- to do something.

I used to just hang around a close friend and follow them though whatever they were into but that was years ago and I also went through some life changes. Now I'd like to be part of a community that aligns with my interests and not just stuck in my corner hoping for "some day". I came back to my very first ship here and have been delighted to see how it's evolved~ ❤️💜✨ but I also have still been in that corner, despite trying to comment. It might just me me tho, I've always been by myself in fandoms : /

It's a different kind of feeling to be inside of and participate rather than be impersonally idling and spectating as I have before. You can get sad and disheartened when you repeatedly try and feel like you can't reach ppl and yet see how easily others seem to do it. It can feel like there's something wrong with you even though you know ppl are different and things take time, but that want grows hungry when care catches and latches and can eat you instead.

I just wanted someone to understand the page that I'm on, to know why I might be awkward or missing somethings and need a gentle hand til I grow in those flight feathers, NEEDS EXP PLZ HELP LVL UP 🐦 I want to contribute worthwhile things to whether it's conversing or finally popping out art so I'll keep working attit and I appreciate you being here 🤍🌿

I hope I can give encouragement to you too~ we all need a little kindness and connection, you can come to me too if you need things🌿 You mentioned experiencing a bout of loneliness, I wouldn't mind listening, I like knowing what's going on and we have our rain and shine 🤍🤍 I'm gonna quietly hit up your inbox unless you want to communicate another way = )

I know people use discord, I've seen it but I've never been invited to use it soooo, idk entirely what to do there, you'd have to baby me on that (and I won't always be this long =P)

But thanks again for taking time with me 🌌

We can talk privately friend, that's not an issue ^.^ Feel free to slide into my dms any time!

I understand how you feel, online can be harder than irl because you don't have visual confirmation that the person is free to talk right that second, tone can be lost through just text and timezones, man, timezones. I'm in the UK, so I'm currently on GMT and at the time of responding it's 10:35am. I get you, I have friends in America who are five hours behind me, friends in Europe an hour ahead and a friend in Australia who's just plain living in the future. So finding time to talk can be hard, but we make it work ^^

I think the most important thing is to just keep those time differences in mind, and once you get to know someone better you'll likely realise patterns in when they're around, when they respond faster and when they might be sleeping. It's all a learning experience ^^

I can introduce you to a puzzleshipping server on discord full of lovely people if you like. It's a big server, I won't lie sometimes I get overwhelmed by how big it is, but you can sit quietly in there and just see what people are saying or you can be more active, there's no obligation either way. I know that sometimes we all just need someone to take us to those places where likeminded people are, and just hold our hand a little. We'll sort it in dms <3

My friend, I understand exactly how you feel and you're very much not alone. You're doing something amazing talking about how you feel because that shit is hard. So fucking hard, but look at you, doing it anyway. I've tried to interact with other people, sometimes those interactions just don't go the way I'd like. I've been ignored, talked over and made to feel like I don't belong and believe me when I say that we're not the only ones. It's easy to let those interactions prevent you from trying again, but you're trying again right now and I hope that this time it'll be different for you.

In regards to your other ask- Loneliness can be felt whether you're surrounded by people or not. You could have 100 friends and still feel lonely. You could get 1000's of likes on a post and still feel lonely. Loneliness is not exclusive to any particular set of circumstances, so you're not being ungrateful, you're being honest in how you feel and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.

I'll wait for your message <3 <3

[wheelin-after-midnight]

31.

1. Who are you?

Vickie.

2. What are the 3 most important things everyone should know about you?

I'm disabled

I have very strong convictions and opinions even if I'm not open or vocal about all of them right off the bat or all of the time

I seem like a shy, sensitive, peacekeeping wallflower, and there are definitely times and ways that I am, but I will always defend my girlfriend and my friends just as fiercely behind their back as I would if they were in the same room. Disrespect or fuck with any of them in front of me and you will see a very, very different person. I can be terrible at standing up for myself, but I absolutely do not play when it comes to my baby or my ride or die friends. I don't think I deserve to have them if I show anything less than that level of loyalty.

3. When you aren't filling out 5,000 question surveys like this one what are you doing?

Sleeping, eating, watching something, playing with Nippy, cleaning, listening to audiobooks, going around the house singing like I'm auditioning for live theatre productions, going on little adventures with Brittany, talking to babe. Idk. Lots of things.

4. List your classes in school from the ones you like the most to the ones you like the least (or if you are out of school, think of the classes you did like and didn't like at the time).

I loved Drama, English, Spanish, French, Sociology, Law. I hated Science and Math.

5. What is your biggest goal for this year?

This year is almost over but next year trying not to let this move ruin me and hoping things turn out a lot better than I feel like they're going to right now.

6. Where do you want to be in 5 years?

Bruh, I'm just trying to make it week by week without losing my mind, okay?

7. What stage of life are you in right now?

The stage where everything feels horrible and suffocating and I can't stop it.

8. Are you more child-like or childish?

Childlike. I've always felt beyond my years, even as a kid. I feel as though childish implies immaturity, and that's not me. I have this childlike quality about me in that a lot of small things make me happy and fascinate me and bring me joy. As cynical and pessimistic as I can get, I hope that's something I always keep; being able to find the small, simple pleasures and remind others of them when they forget. Not letting the world and the ugliness of other people make me completely cold or hard.

9. What is the last thing you said out loud?

"You wanna play? Don't bite. That's not how you ask. You don't do that. No. Go find a toy." - to Nippy when I was busy and she latched onto my hand to try to get my attention.

10. What song comes closest to how you feel about your life right now?

Big White Room - Jessie J and

Stupid Girl - Jennifer Nettles

11. Have you ever taken martial arts classes?

I physically would be unable to and would get nothing out of them.

12. Does your life tend to get better or worse or does it just stay the same?

For a long time it stayed the same. I was grateful for the independence and stability. I'd never in my life experienced it for this long on that level. Now it feels like it's about to get worse again and it fills me with a lot of fear and dread that's been hard to shake. Articulating it to others doesn't help. They're very dismissive and just don't get it. I don't really expect them to.

13. Does time really heal all wounds?

Nope. Some wounds are with you forever and just randomly rip open and bleed for the rest of your life, no matter how you try to heal or how much of a handle you think you have on them.

14. How do you handle a rainy day?

There's nothing to really handle. I'm either at home watching it through the window or I go out in it and just deal with it. It's just rain.

15. Which is worse...losing your luggage or having to sort out tangled holiday lights?

I've never experienced either, but I'd say losing luggage would definitely be more inconvenient.

16. How is your relationship with your parents?

I've talked about this in other surveys. My relationship with my mother is very difficult. I think that'll bother me forever. My dad moved a good distance away from me and is always driving for his job. Our relationship isn't the same as when he lived closer, but I make a point of trying to call and talk to him every week or two.

Will you miss them when they are gone?

What kind of question is this? No one knows how they will feel while grieving until they personally experience it. Trauma and grief are very complicated things. I will probably grieve for/miss certain aspects of my parents, but also for the relationships I wish I had with each of them. No matter what happens, they were my parents. I didn't pick them, but I'm sure I'll have complicated feelings toward each of them being gone.

17. Do you tend to be aware of what is going on around you?

Yes. Sometimes more aware than I'd like to be.

18. What is the truest thing that you know?

That no one is getting out of here alive, so we should make the days count in the ways that are most important to each of us.

19. What did you want to be when you grew up?

Mother. Theatre actress. Singer. Writer.

20. Have you ever been given a second chance?

Yes.

21. Are you more of a giver or a taker?

Giver.

22. Do you make your decisions with an open heart/mind?

I try to, but I can be pessimistic too.

23. What is the most physically painful thing that has ever happened to you?

Everything post hip reconstructive surgery.

24. What is the most emotionally painful thing that has ever happened to you?

Things that went down between my parents as a result of dad's alcoholism, a lot of things that have happened to me with me and my mum, losing Nan and Pa.

25. Who have you hugged today?

Just Nippy.

26. Who has done something today to show they care about you?

I sent Brittany some money as an early Christmas gift and she messaged me saying how it made her tear up at Elijah's appointment at the hospital when she saw the notification because she wasn't expecting it. Told me how much she loves me and how appreciative she was.

27. Do you have a lot to learn?

Sure. We all do.

28. If you could learn how to do three things just by wishing and not by working what would they be?

A Walk/become able bodied

B have opportunity/transportation to get back into live/musical theatre, land auditions and consistent gigs

C Pick up guitar again seriously and learn/know how to play well

29. Which do you remember the longest: what other people say, what other people do or how other people make you feel?

I have a very good memory, so I remember all of these things longer than I wish I did.

30. What are the key ingredients to having a good relationship?

Good, open communication, looking to come to resolutions, not fighting to win an argument or wound or get one over on the other person

Being able to compromise/give and take

Not going to bed angry

Laughing a lot/being able to have fun together

31. What 3 things do you want to do before you die?

A) wheelchair bungee jumping (it's a thing)

B) Be in a theatre production as an adult outside of the opportunities I had through school

C) travel more

32. What three things would you want to die to avoid doing?

A) hurting an animal

B) hurting a child

C) losing my independence and quality of life

33. Is there a cause you believe in more than any other cause?

I feel equally passionate about many, many causes. We'd be here all day if I let myself get into all of them. But anything related to the struggles and needs of the disabled community is a big one, since its something I live every day.

34. What does each decade make you think of:

The 19..

20's: my Nan

30's:

40's: WWII

50's:

60's: JFK, Patsy Cline's death.

70's:

80's: Bangin' music.

90's: My formative years.

2000s: late 2000s will always make me think of babe. We first met in 2007.

2010's: Graduating, Whitney Houston dying.

35. Which decade do you feel the most special connection to and why?

80s, 90s and 2000s, all for different reasons.

36. What is your favorite oldie/classic rock song?

Ugh. So many. I can't choose just one. I love a lot of 80s Tina Turner, I love ACDC, Lenny Kravitz, we'd be here all day if I list everything, seriously.

37. What country do you live in and who is the leader of that country?

Canada. Current prime minister is Justin Trudeau.

If you could say any sentence to the current leader of your country what would it be?

I would say more than a sentence, but I'd really want to drive home just how much so many disabled people are falling through the cracks and struggling and need help. There isn't much more concern, help or care at a provincial level. I feel like all levels of government could do better.

38. What's your favorite TV channel to watch in the middle of the night?

I usually put on YouTube or Netflix to fall asleep to. Sometimes Disney Plus.

39. What Disney villain are you the most like and why?

I can't really think of any Disney villain I'm most like or even similar to, at the moment.

40. Have you ever been a girl scout/boy scout?

No.

41. If you were traveling to another continent would you rather fly or take a boat?

Fly.

42. Why is the sky blue during the day and black at night?

Idk man. I don't feel like googling it.

43. What does your name mean?

Winner, conquerer apparently. My actual given name, anyway.

44. Would you rather explore the deeps of the ocean or outer space?

Depths of the ocean.

45. Word association

What is the first word that comes to mind when you see the word:

Air:

Pods.

Meat:

Ball.

Different:

Me.

Pink:

Panther.

Deserve:

Love.

White:

Snake.

Elvis:

King.

Magic:

Tricks.

Heart:

Beat.

Clash:

Family.

Pulp:

Fiction.

46. If you could meet any person in the world who is dead who would you want it to be?

If I could meet someone I've met again, then Nan. If someone I've never met, then Whitney Houston, Nelson Mandela and maybe Tina Turner.

47. What if you could meet anyone who is alive?

Mm, there's no one I'd want to meet super badly. Maybe Reba, to say hello again as an adult, since I met her as a kid.

48. Is there a movie that you love so much you could watch it everyday?

Probably not every single day, but there are movies I'll never be completely sick of. Bridges of Madison County, Walk the Line, Selena, The Reader.

49. You are going to be stuck alone in an elevator for a week. What do you bring to do?

This sounds awful. Am I supposed to just pee my pants? Wtf? Things to do would be the last thing on my mind if I were stuck in an elevator that long. For someone who has no choice but to use elevators in public places, I really don't like them.

50. Have you ever saved someone's life or had your life saved?

I have had my life saved by doctors more than once. Some days I'm grateful, often I wish they hadn't bothered. I'm not sure if I've personally saved someone else's. I doubt it.

51. Make up a definition for the following silly words...

Fruitgoogle:

A knock off search engine that looks like a piece of fruit.

Ambytime:

Spending time with your friend Amber.

Asscactus:

Another word for my cat when she's being bratty and feisty.

52. What was the last thing you made with your own hands?

Food.

53. What was your favorite toy as a child?

Baby dolls and barbies.

54. How many TV’s are in your house?

One.

55. What is your favorite thing to do outside?

Sit and tan and read, drink, swim, go on road trips/drives.

56. How do you feel when you see a rainbow?

I say wow and admire how pretty the colours are.

57. Have you ever dreamt a dream that came true?

Not that I can recall.

58. Have you ever been to a psychic/tarot reader?

No. I'm pretty sceptical, but now that my Nan is gone I'd be slightly more open to experiences like this.

59. What is your idea of paradise?

Me and Nippy against the world.

60. Do you believe in god and if so what is he/she/it like?

I struggle with religion a whole bunch. I'm agnostic/atheist.

61. Do you believe in Hell?

I don't think it's a place you go. I definitely think it exists on earth.

62. What one thing have you done that most people haven't?

Been disabled since I came into the world.

63. What is the kindest thing you have ever done?

I don't feel the need to list kind things I do. I just do them quietly without fuss. I don't like to be up my own ass and I don't need recognition or attention for them. If you do, then you're not doing things for the right reasons.

64. Are you a patient person?

It depends on the circumstances and situations. I can be both incredibly patient and incredibly impatient.

65. What holiday should exist but doesn't?

Aunt's Day.

66. What holiday shouldn't exist but does?

Black Friday.

67. What's the best joke you ever heard?

There's too many for me to be able to pick my brain and choose one right now.

68. Where is the most fun place you have EVER been?

First time I went to the Pride parade closest to me, or the one and only time I went four wheeling.

69. Is your hair natural or dyed?

Dyed.

70. Do you have any deep dark secrets or are you pretty much up front?

I have a lot I keep close to the chest and don't open up to people about or share with them, but I can also be incredibly up front if I want to be or I deeply trust you.

71. What is under your bed right now?

Nothing. My bed sits on the box spring on the floor. It would be too high for me to get in and out having it on the frame.

72. If you were in the Land of Oz would you want to live there or go home?

Go home.

73. If you drive do you frequently speed?

I don't drive.

74. What is the world's best song to dance to?

Ugh. There's so many. Lately I've been bopping to coasty girl by Shane walker.

75. What song was on the last time you danced with someone?

Idk, that doesn't happen.

76. Do you prefer Disney or Warner Brothers?

Either or.

77. What is the first animal you would run to see if you went to the zoo?

I don't like zoos.

78. Would you consider yourself to be romantic?

100%.

79. If the earth stopped rotating would we all fly off?

Well, yeah.

80. What is the one thing that you love to do so much that you would make sacrifices to be able to do it?

Have/care for an animal.

81. If you (and everyone) had to lose one right or freedom, but you could pick which one everyone had to lose, what would you pick?

The freedom to needlessly be assholes to each other.

82. If you had to choose would you live on the equator or at the North Pole?

Ugh. I hate the cold and my body doesn't handle it well, so I have to choose equator.

83. Would you rather give up listening to music or watching television?

Definitely tv. I'm never giving up music a day in my life.

84. What do you think makes someone a hero?

How they move through the world treating/helping other living things.

85. What cartoon would you like to be a character in?

Arthur, maybe.

86. Name one thing that turns your stomach:

Elder abuse! Abuse generally, but big fuck you if you hurt vulnerable people depending on you for end of life care. Boils my blood.

87. What was the last thing you paid for?

I paid rent early.

88. Are you a coupon clipper?

Not really.

89. Get anything good in the mail recently?

No.

90. Which would you rather take as a gym class...dancing, sailing, karate, or bowling?

Bowling, out of those options.

91. In Star Trek people 'beam' back and forth between different places. What this means is they stand in a little tube and their molecules are deconstructed and sent to another tube somewhere else where they are reassembled. Only problem is when the molecules are deconstructed the person is dead. When they are put back together it is only a clone that has all the dead person's memories. So...

Is the person who gets beamed the same person on both ends?

No.

92. What insects are you afraid of?

Roaches. Fuck roaches! 🤢🤮

93. If you could print any phrase on a T-shirt, what would it say?

"If you're gonna stare, I'm gonna make it worth your while."

Or

"Disabled and fabulous" with the wheelchair/disabled symbol all glittery and shit.

94. What's the most eccentric thing you have ever worn?

Idk. I have a lot of leggings with fun prints and patterns and things on them. Maybe those.

95. If you could pick one food that you could eat all you wanted but it would have no effect on how much you weigh, what food would it be?

Pizza!

Pasta!

Mint Oreos!

96. What are your parents interested in?

Not me, that's for sure, lmao.

Dad really loves what he does. Mum likes being to herself more than she doesn't. In her shop. With her dog.

97. Have you ever caught an insect and kept it as a pet?

No.

Have you ever caught and tamed a wild animal?

No.

98. What is more helpful to you, wishes or plans?

Plans.

99. When do you feel your life energy the strongest?

When I'm feeling confident, happy, safe. When I'm able to be independent.

100. You are spending the night alone in the woods and may bring only 3 items with you. What do you bring?

I mean, given my physical situation I'd die completely alone in the woods but I'll give an answer anyway

1. Tent

2. Fire starter

3. Another human who can also bring 3 items of their choosing.

[watery-pancake]

For the First Time

So, as usual, it was my BPD. I could've communicated it healthily. I did for so long. No wonder it felt like I had a mask on for so long, it was me pretending and coping to be normal. When the arguments with my brother and mom happened, it made me snap. I didn't realize until now the problem wasn't that he was working, it was that it triggered me. It feels so 2016 to say that word. But it's true. The instability in my home isn't exactly something unordinary, it's what I grew up with after all. No wonder I developed BPD. I'm so used to the instability. No wonder I felt a switch click after that day. It wasn't him changing. It was me needing constant support and constant attention, and it broke him down. I was so used to the petty arguments with my mom, side eyes with my brother. But to go on a long ramble to my mother and she listens to nothing, and to talk to my brother and he only hears my tone and no words. It broke me. It made me completely shatter the image I've been trying so hard to build. I was doing so well, taking a step back, managing my emotions, thinking through things rationally. But that day, it just brought me back to who I really am, a self destructive psycho. I keep trying to shake off the destruction in my mind, but I'm right back to this version.

It always felt like I had two brains, one rational, one irrational. I even wrote about it in my journal. The difference was at the time I was doing so, so well. I was keeping it behind closed doors. I was talking it out with myself. This is why I never wanted to drink or try weed. I knew I would need it. Living like this feels like hell. I can't love, because I latch onto it like I need it to live. I can't live normally, I always find things wrong with everything in my life. I can't cushion the pain with substances, it's terrible for my body.

Match made in hell. BPD girl who hyper focuses on things to an obsessive degree, and BP boy who doesn't understand how to cushion his truth.

The thing is, things usually end before they get this far. The only reason it lasted so long with my ex was because he too thought I would get better. He believed me when I said the problem was my mom, not me. But what neither of us were able to understand was the effect years of being treated like... not the best, does to a person. My mother completely destroyed me mentally, and my brother and father were the supporting characters. I was the only one for so many years that saw through her delusions, and it's only now at 23 does my brother see it too instead of joining with her against me. It makes sense why my ex gf ghosted me. I deserved getting cheated on. It was completely my fault. Even me as I am now, was not nearly as bad as I was then.

The thing is, if we break up in the morning, I completely get it. I'm not scared of it. I feel such a weight lifted off my chest, that for once in my life, for the first time of any relationship I've had, I had someone to understand me, to the degree I felt comfortable sharing this part of me. He can say "well it was obvious by your behavior" but it's another thing for me to actually sit down and type out all the symptoms of it, and to apologize and acknowledge it. Like I said, they always leave before it gets to this part. I've never done this before with any other human, to admit my biggest fault. I remember before we started dating we discussed our red flags, and I never mentioned this, because at the time I was so convinced I'd finally recovered and gotten over it. It was just because I didn't have a person to hyperfocus on, that I felt normal. It was boring to be so normal instead of the emotional chaos I'm used to, so I wanted to sleep around in college. I didn't think I would meet someone like him.

If we break up, I'll be okay, and so will he. He'll move on, and find another girl to love him at his worst, like I've tried my best to. No wonder I tried so hard to get him to admit what was wrong with him, I was refusing to look inside. To admit my mind was splitting every week. To admit this mental illness of mine is, indeed, real, and isn't just some quirky thing. Even now, he still hasn't acknowledged at all the long paragraphs I typed of all my BPD quirks (desperately apologizing). But I still feel this inner peace. I was finally, truly honest, and not just saying I'm fine to cushion the blow.

I need therapy.

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 38 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

'He will wish he was never born.'

It pleases me that Daemon indulges in the dark part of me that wants revenge on my step-father.

Because after being abused for so many years, there is not a single shred of empathy left in me for him.

He deserves what Daemon will do to him.

I can't find it in me to feel bad.

Not when he haunts my every waking moment, making me miserable even after nearly a year of being away from him.

He deserves everything coming to him.

We lie down together and I immediately arrange myself to be as close to him as possible, draping my body over his to feel his warmth all around me.

He probably knows it's my favorite comfort position.

He always does it with me when I'm sad or recovering from a nightmare.

Tucked under his chin, his big arms around me, my small frame is completely cocooned in his much larger one.

I feel completely safe.

Like nothing can hurt me.

And I know I'm pathetic and acting like a child but I feel like I'd die if this ever got taken away from me.

If he got taken away from me.

The entire night I fade in and out of sleep, sporadically jerking awake in a cold sweat, in terror that my stepfather is going to kill me.

It's my mate who holds me through it, no matter how sleep-deprived he is.

When I see the deep circles under his eyes the next morning, my heart aches for him.

What a nightmare it must be to have me as a mate.

To be burdened by my trauma when he has his own to deal with.

He said I would never be a burden to him but what if he changes his mind?

1 month later

"Come here, baby," Daemon motions me over and I obey, coming to latch onto his side as his arm wraps around me.

Tristan and Daemon have been talking outside his apartment for awhile and I got curious, peaking outside the door.

The two of them quickly made up after their fight last month, to my relief.

Tristan also apologized for scaring me with the movie he put on and I assured him that it's completely fine.

He seemed like he felt really bad and I know Daemon would never tell him about my trauma but I'm sure Tristan is smart enough to guess there was something more going on.

Anyways, it's all in the past now, which I'm glad for.

I hate being the reason Daemon and him would fight.

I know neither of them would ever admit it aloud, but they're clearly best friends.

Not that they believe in that kind of terminology.

"Take this as a warning to all of us," Tristan is saying.

"It's been over a month and Lucien still hasn't woken up. That means the role of pack leader passes to the successor. In other words, Theo."

I put a hand over my mouth in shock, my stomach sinking.

That can't be good.

I look to Daemon who's face is grim.

I squeeze his hand and he squeezes it back.

"We just need to keep him under control," he says.

"And the drugs, too," Tristan adds.

"It's gotten worse."

"I swear he's got a fucking underground drug lab."

Daemon rubs his hand over his face in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I don't doubt it. I'll try to sniff some things out. In the meantime, keep your mate safe," the other man says, gaze flitting to me.

Daemon nods in appreciation, tightening his hold around me.

I lean my head against his arm since I don't even reach his shoulder.

It feels strange to be put as high priority, people talking about my safety like it's important.

Tristan leaves us to it and when we go back inside I start to fiddle with the drawstring of my hoodie, watching him.

"Does Tristan know I'm not... from here?" I ask.

Daemon is quiet for a moment before he replies.

"Yeah. I needed to make sure I had another person who knew that I could trust in case..."

"In case of what?" I ask anxiously.

Daemon shakes his head in dismissal, ruffling my hair.

"Don't worry about it."

I bite my lip to keep from asking any further, despite wanting to.

He knows what's best.

I have to trust him.

[saemantic]

archived from write.as; written on November 21 2021

I'm tired. Tired of constantly being controlled and prisoned by my own thoughts.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night—or end up with no sleep at all—because my dumb brain decides to fuck with me and produce shits that I can't ignore.

These thoughts are slowly, but surely, gnawing on me. At first, I can easily brush it off by turning some songs on or playing games just so those menaces can be drowned. But at night, when everything is silent, when I am too tired to turn my laptop on, or my ears are just too tired to listen to another bass and other mind-numbing sounds, when the milk in the fridge seems so far away and you don't want to wake anyone up, those thoughts come and slap me awake, not even giving me any time to take a breath, pry my fucking eyes open, makes my stomach drops, and latch themselves to my fucking lungs.

I think my habit of pushing things out from my sight and pretending that I have no baggage that I'm supposed to take care of is finally catching up on me. I can always pretend that everything is fine, but those things I've shoved under the rug will surely pile up, and at this point, the rug is not able to hide them from my sight anymore. The mess is too visible, the smell is too sharp it chokes me, and time is running out.

Whenever I check the calendar, whenever I check the clock, whenever I check my planner (that I haven't touched for weeks), my heart beats faster, my hands are shaking, the alarm in my head blaring, I am running out of time, I am running out of time, I am running out of time—

The worst thing is that despite all of those things, I am still here, sitting and doing nothing.

I have always been aware of my tendencies to procrastinate, to put everything last minute, but I think.

I think it's not only about it this time.

I have been filled with dread these days, constantly beating myself and asking, what the fuck is wrong with you, get your shit together. And I try. I try.

But then I will just sit here. And do nothing.

I think something is wrong.

I honestly don't know what to do. I don't want to talk about it to people. I feel like I should. But I am too much of a coward to find out about the consequences.

I have people asking about my progress, I have myself asking about my progress. But then I will just brush it off, saying it's fine. Things are fine.

Things are not fine. Deep down my head, or heart, or any kind of consciousness in myself screams, it's not fine. Things are not fine. Things are not fine I think something is wrong I really need help I want to get out from here I don't know what to do someone please get me out of here—

Sometimes I wonder if it's all real. These gnawing thoughts, these worries, this. This insanity. I wonder if it's all real. Or is it just in my head.

I don't know which one is worse. I don't think I want to know about it too, for now.

I know that I should just pull myself up from all these thoughts that try to drown me, and do something. Finish the tasks that I'm supposed to finish. Prepare the stuff that I'm supposed to prepare.

I should.

I should.

Is this supposed to be this hard?

...

Well. I should pull myself up and get my shit together.

[makeyoumine69]

Patrick Bateman 🪓│ NSFW HEADCANONS (A-Z)

◥ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW content, horny devil Patrick Bateman himself.

◥ WORDCOUNT: Around 1.8k

◥ A/N: This is just a shameless parade of my dirty thoughts. I hope you like it!😁

◥ LINKS: [Main Masterlist] [Original Post]

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

Patrick can be completely different, depending on his mood.

He can be loving, he can be indifferent.

He can take you to the shower or run you a nice bath, or he can cuddle with you in his bed and then fuck you again if he's not fully satisfied.

When he's in love, he can hold you tight and watch you fall asleep, then kiss your temple and pull you close to protect you while you sleep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Well, Patrick is very proud of his dick, because it's beefy and long, with perfect veins on it. (So, I can't judge him for being so arrogant in bed, lol :D)

I'm pretty sure he loves your whole body, but his favorite part is your breasts. He can latch his plump lips around your nipple and suck it for hours like a baby until it swells up and you're begging him to stop.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Depends on his mood!😁

If you make him angry, he can cum all over your face and watch his cum running down your chin to your tits. But most of all, he loves to cum inside you until your pussy is so full of his hot liquid that it flows out.

ALSO, if Patrick wants to show you his absolute dominance, he can unload his cum right onto your belly and mound, and chest...You will be literally covered in his seed, and he'll smirk in satisfaction from this sight.

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

Patrick has a lot of dirty secrets when it comes to you, one of them is that he wants to see you desperately fucking yourself with a dildo while you moan his name, and your pussy gushes every time you push the dildo deeper.

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

This arrogant bastard knows everything about sex, he watches porn every day, what do you expect?

His skillful fingers, tongue and mouth will bring you over the edge before you know it. No matter how hard you try to hold out, the pleasure he gives you will overtake your mind and you will have no choice but to turn into a whimpering dripping mess.

And of course, Patrick will find the perfect angel to fuck you, so that his thick cock will hit your G-spot and make you almost faint with delight.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Because it's so important for him to feel his real dominance, I'd say his favourite sex positions are prone bone, doggy style and when you're on your side and he's on top of you. Patrick will take every opportunity to press you against any surface he's fucking you on, so you can feel his power and his massive muscles.

To be honest, I think prone bone is his number one position. He can fuck you so deep and hard that you will definitely feel his dick hitting your belly.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's serious most of the time, but sometimes he can chuckle at your coy reactions because Daddy knows you like the way he treats your pussy.

And if you try to deny it, he'll go even harder, fucking you faster with his cock/fingers or eating you out more vigorously, forcing your toes to curl and your voice to crack from how wild you'll moan.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

We all know how perfect this man is, so it's not surprising that his pubic hair is well trimmed.

His slutty line of hair that runs from his navel down to his manhood is something you can't miss to touch/lick/rub every time you have sex. Just because it's so fucking sexy.

And of course, he likes it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

This man is literally a mind-blowing cocktail of animalistic lust and loving tenderness.

He can switch between praising and degrading you so easily, while railing you so hard until you cry, and then he will either allow you to suck his finger or kiss you wherever he can to calm you down a bit, as by that moment you will certainly turn into a soaking moaning mess.

Patrick loves to caress your hips when he's eating you out, especially when you're so close to your orgasm that you can't stop your legs from shaking, he'll possessively but fondly hold them in one place.

And if you decide to make Daddy happy with a delicious blow job, he will definitely stroke your face and help brush your hair away if your bobbing gets too intense.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Patrick can definitely make you play with your pussy so he can watch and jerk off. And if you're a good girl, he can even help you climax by sucking your clit while your fingers slide in and out of your throbbing womb.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

DADDY KINK ALL THE WAY, Patrick wants you to be his little baby girl, so he can take care of you.

CORRUPTION KINK, just the thought of corrupting your innocent soul makes him instantly hard. He'll enjoy every second of corrupting you, reveling in all your unsophisticated reactions, when he eats you out for the first time and you cry out in pleasure, his ego will fly to the moon.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

THAT SLUTTY WHITE COUCH in his living room, for sure! He can fuck you on it, near it, on its back, on its edge. And each time, you will discover something brand new about how to give each other even more pleasure.

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

Let's be honest, he's horny for you literally 24/7. No matter where you are, in public or at home, Patrick's hungry eyes will be focused only on you and all he can think about is you and him having steamy sensual sex as soon as you have a moment.

But if you accidentally or purposely call him DADDY, he can just rip you apart right where you are, nothing and no one will stop him, believe me.

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

Patrick will never let you go, NEVER.

Even if you try to run away from him, he will find you because you belong to him. But I really don't recommend you test his patience, because this man gets mad very easily. He literally becomes a beast, and your little holes probably won't survive his savage assault.

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

I think 69 position is a perfect option for the two of you, because Patrick loves to go down on you, but he also likes to get some vigorous sloppy head from you.

He can also use his mouth and tongue to overstimulate your pussy until you literally squeak and beg him to stop.

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

He can only be really slow when you are having pregnancy sex.

But the truth is, Patrick knows how to keep a perfect pace, he feels the moment when it's necessary to go faster or deeper.

He will definitely roll his hips against yours to hit all the sweet spots inside your womb, stretching you so deliciously that you will have no choice but to squirm under him and cry out his name.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Damn, he can even fuck you in public if he has to.

So, you should be very careful, because even a little innocent action of yours can light him up like a match.

If he doesn't have enough time for proper sex with you, he can catch you in the kitchen while you're making breakfast for the two of you. Breathing heavily, he will snuggle into you from behind, trapping you in his brawny arms, pulling up your top to grope your boobs and pulling your panties aside to fuck you just right there.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Patrick's a risky guy for sure, but are you a risky one too?

Cause he'll surely get you into some knife games, including the blood play.

He will have a finger pressed against an artery on your neck to feel your crazy heartbeat as the sharp blade of his knife slides across the delicate skin of your cleavage. He will drink in all your high-pitched wails, every little tear, every jolt of your desirable body.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

If he's super horny and fresh, he can easily go at least 3 rounds, you'll definitely ask him to have mercy.

Even if he's super tired, he'll never leave you without some really good fucking. Patrick always takes care of his baby doll like a good Daddy does.

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

Oh, he will surely buy a bunch of sex toys just for you!

Butt plugs, vibrators, dildoes… And of course, he'll teach you how to use all of them.

When you tell him that no toy can feel better than his dick, he will go crazy and ready to worship your body for hours. His tongue is as strong as his arms, just sayin'.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's SUCH A TEASE.

Patrick can edge you for a very long period of time, but he actually doesn't like to be teased. So, if you really want to play with fire, try teasing him, but be ready for some orgasm denial, because Bateman is extremely vicious in his revenge.

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

This baby boy can be very vocal when he's tied up and you're sliding against his engorged dick without even giving him a chance to touch your body… 😈😈😈.

But usually, he loves to hear you moan to know he's making you feel good.

Growling, huffing, panting - this is all about him too.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

This man loves to fuck you when you are wearing nothing but cute socks because he finds it extremely hot and sweet. Daddy loves it when his little girl keeps her feet warm, and it also makes your orgasms more vivid.

He can even buy you a few pairs of lovely socks and ask you to wear them to make Daddy happy.

Of course, Bateman loves all kinds of stockings, because he's so addicted to your legs-he can't stop worshipping them every time you have sex, but SOCKS is his personal kink when it comes to you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's huge, okay?

Like 8 inches in length, and I won't even mention his girth. Your pussy will surely explode just from one sight of his beefy cock.

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

Let's be honest, his libido is insane!

Patrick can fuck you during the day, before you go to sleep and later in the morning.

Even when you're half asleep after a passionate night, you can feel his big palms roaming all over your body. He will murmur that he wants you again and his raspy voice will send shivers down your spine. And before you realize it, his leaking tip will be poking at your creamy pussy as he's going to pump her again, no matter if he's late for work, he won't leave you alone until he claims you with his cum.

Cause, he's a savage beast after all.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Patrick always falls asleep after you, because he likes to see you collapse from exhaustion, because he has given you a really good ride.

Sometimes, if you fidget too much around his bed, you might accidentally wake him up, and if you do, Daddy won't let you sleep until you satisfy all of his carnal needs.

[kitkatscabinet]

Floor naps and cuddles

Prompt: "I'm sad and I demand cuddles."

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Genre: tooth rotting fluff

Word count: 786

The bunker was silent spare from Dean's annoyed mumbles and Sam's own exhausted movements. That should have been his first clue that something was up. Normally there would be some kind of music playing as you didn't like the silence. Especially not when the boys left you alone in 'the perfect place to get murdered'. Which Sam thought was an incredibly absurd notion as if by some miracle an intruder did manage to get in, you would most likely be the bigger threat.

His second clue was when you didn't bound down the hallways at the incredibly loud sounds of their arrival in excitement. Him and Dean had been gone for just over a week, far longer than either of you liked to be apart, but you hadn't wanted to make the drive and insisted on staying. Which in hindsight really should have been the biggest indicator of all, but Dean had practically dragged him out the door before Sam could change your mind.

It isn't until he props open the door of your shared room and finds pitch darkness, you insisted on needing absolutely no light to sleep, and complete silence that his tired brain registers something is wrong. Fumbling for the light switch he stumbles over his bag in his haste. The room lights up and for a second Sam could have sworn his heart stopped. You weren't in bed, or at the desk and the room looked like it had been subjected to nothing short of a hurricane. You weren't a particularly neat person, your clothes practically blending in with the carpet, but this was an entirely new mess. Drawers pulled open, books scattered and shelves in disarray your concerns of being attacked suddenly don't seem so silly.

He is seconds short of frantically screaming your name and staging a search party/rescue mission when he hears it. The soft and drawn out groan that indicated discontent.

"Sammyyyyy, turn the light off. 'ss too bright." your voice is muffled and groggy but he can still make out the annoyance as clear as day. Relief floods through him and his shoulders drop from where they had tensed.

A fond, dopey smile makes it's way to his lips despite himself, because texts and phone calls did nothing to alleviate how much he had missed you. Slipping his shoes off he obeys your command, he knew how cranky you got when he woke you up, and makes his way over to the pile of blankets and soft toys that had hidden the lump that was you from his vision.

He ends up tripping over what he's pretty sure was Tristan the red Triceratops and nearly goes down like a sack of bricks. He can't really see anything, only guided by your grumbles and ends up half crawling like a kid with a blind fold in order to find you. Eventually, his hand squishes down on what feels like a person, the noise you make confirming he has found you finally.

"''ss my tummy" you whisper, but with the blanket completely covering you and the weird positions you sleep in Sam can only guess where the rest of you is.

"Why are we on the floor?" he finally asks, fumbling around for the edge of the blanket so he can truly get to you.

"'Mm sad, floor is for sad, comfy." Sam's hands stutter at that confession, the sheer dejection in your tone was heartbreaking. Before he can reply the blanket shifts and you strike with alarming speed and precision for a person that he knows is still barely awake. You somehow managed to hook an arm around his neck and pull him down and under your makeshift blanket fort. His nose bumps against yours before he feels you wiggle down until he feels your breath against his carotid. Your arms and legs have latched onto him like a stubborn octopus as you mumble into the skin of his neck.

"I'm sad and I demand cuddles" you squeeze him tighter as if in an attempt to prevent him from escaping, not that Sam would ever dream of such a thing. "Missed you. Hate not being with you" you whisper in a shaky breath, just loud enough for him to hear, and he practically melts at the confession.

"I missed you too baby." his words are punctuated by his body rolling to better accommodate your position and one hand coming up to stroke your hair.

Neither of you speak again. Sam knows you well enough by now that you'll talk to him later. For now you just needed to be held. Even if his back would kill him in a few hours, he'd do just about anything for you.

[quandaryqueen]

So I just read that post about what the Riddlers smell like (and I'm glad we can all agree that Arkham!Eddie needs to be thrown into the shower!🐀) Any headcanons on what scents they might like on their partner? 🤔

The Riddler's favoured scents on their S/O headcanons

Edward Nygma X Reader

I love the way you think, Mun 👀

It is now once again time to run around the house to sniff perfumes 🤧

All I can say is the fact that they have on thing in common-- is the fact that your perfume shouldn't be too overwhelming.

💚 Gotham

No, omg 'coz I just remembered that this dude canonically sniffs people by the back of their necks like a creep. But anyways, I bet he tries to guess what fragrance do you wear, by watching you and sniffing your neck when you walk away— which is yes, bordering on creepy stalker guy status and I can't blame you if you think that's fucken creepy. Because it is, regardless of his intentions. Once he's figured what you use, depending on his current budget, he'd buy and gift it to you.

But that didn't answer your question 😅

He happens to be fond of cooking, baking to be precise. Perhaps some vanilla, oh! Shea butter. He likes Shea butter. Cleopatra apparently loved shea butter. There is a mention of caravans of clay jars filled with shea butter for her use. It’s also said that this luxurious ingredient was beloved by the Queen of Sheba and Nefertiti. But yeah, Shea butter.

💚 Young Justice

Of course, nothing too overwhelming but let's be honest, he wouldn't care about himself if you happen to spritz yourself 37 times from head to toe. Nausea? No, it's just him getting drunk of your presence. But if you choose something subtle, something that won't kill him, he finds something citrus or fruity scents in general soothing. But he doesn't mind about which scent you use either way.

Like when you'd hug him after a long day, he'll bury himself in your hold and breathe you in, before clinging closer. Maybe stop the pricking tears from the corner of his eyes when that particular day was extra rough on him.

💚 Arkhamverse

As Riddler simps, we really need to bond together. How about we abduct the Riddleman and lock him in the shower? You know, for team building? Great! I'll get the duct tape, you guys hold him down. I neglected to mention that this guy probably uses 3in1 bath products. So let's make sure to give him proper shampoo, conditioner and soap. Maybe throw in some skin care.

But jokes aside, let me tell you, this man is addicted to your scent. When you're gone (let's not kid ourselves here, when he's gone), he looks for your warmth, your touch, your fragrance. He'd grow extra fucking hissy when he misses you and in his frustration of getting constantly side tracked due to his longing, tantrums will be thrown in the workshop until you go there to undo whatever damage he's done to his environment, and himself.

And the instant you got near, he is latching himself on you. Good luck prying him off.

He likes musky scents, maybe throw in some floral scent to it. Something calming, perhaps lavender or Arabian jasmines (Sampaguita, to my fellow countrymen). He never knew he liked floral scented things, it was an accidental find.

💚 Batman the animated series

BERRIES! The scent of berries and cinnamon. Not necessarily mixed together, but perhaps separately. Oh, and caramel and coffee.

Perhaps it was something he's fond of when he was still downing the berry flavoured energy drinks and caffeine to substitute his need to sleep during tumultuous hours in college, but he really does love the scent.

He is also inhaling the scent of his significant others when hugging them and it really makes him think about how lucky he is that he finally has someone who loves him. In a way that he doesn't question their every actions, whether they have hidden intentions behind kind gestures, that something sinister his behind your sweet smile... But no, you genuinely just love him, with no personal agenda at all.

💚 Batman Unburied

Yeah, every iterations of Riddlers have not given a kind touch in their life. He attained some sort of trauma from a scent, an expensive musk worn by one of the guards in Arkham that regularly would regularly degrade him so whenever he smells this certain scent, he'd have an anxiety attack.

But anyways, favourite fragrance on his significant other... Well, the scent of chai doesn't fail to soothe him and I think there are some perfume with hints of ginger flower and almond cream, I think he'd be really into that.

Developing his acute sense of smell towards a person wearing a particular scent he hates, he also can smell when you're near if you're wearing the chai perfume and he will be instantly running in your arms. Like the other Riddler's, he will fucking cry if you just embrace him in your arms, he will cling tightly and just grip your flesh, you'd feel his nails dig in your skin. Damn... Let's all gather the Riddlers and just hug them.