#a little unsure on question one though tbh

[tathrin]

You Would Make A Wonderful Immortal

You would be a truly wonderful immortal. You have probably had to learn how to live without anyone in your life truly being there for you, with the vast majority of your interaction being with people who you don't really know. You know how to deal with never-ending loneliness, perhaps you have even learned to enjoy it. You see the world differently from others, and understand in a way a lot of other people don't how short a mortal lifetime really is. You enjoy creating and you enjoy learning, and you do not think you could ever get bored of the universe.

I made uquiz to attempt to determine if you would make a good immortal.

[yayakoishii]

Want | Sanji x Chubby! Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Chubby! Reader

WC: 5.5k

Genre: Fluff, slight Angst

Warnings: Sexual harrasment, derogatory terms for chubby people, mentions of blood, insecurities that lead to a bit of light self derogation (Please remember you're absolutely beautiful as you are <3)

A/n: The response on Hunger is insane. Over 700 likes?! I didn't expect much beyond a few 10-20 likes, thank you for all the love 😭 This is another self indulgent fic, more personal to me because I'm chubby myself so... I'm not super proud of the pacing tbh, but it's still pretty good, in my (biased) opinion, haha. I hope you enjoy it!!! ♡

also available on ao3!

When you joined the Straw Hat crew, you didn't expect to fall in love with the blonde chef.

Actually, when you joined them, you weren't in the mindset to think about love and silly crushes. Your island had been destroyed by the Marines for a 'good cause' and despite the Straw Hats' best attempt, you were the only remaining survivor. Luffy kindly offered you a place on his crew, and you joined as an assistant to Chopper, slowly learning from him.

The first few weeks after you joined were tough for you, who had never travelled outside of your island. It took time to get used to the environmental changes along with the emotional grief of losing all your loved ones. The crew tried their best to cheer you up in their own ways, and you would forever be grateful for every one of them for at least trying, even if their methods weren't the most effective for you. It was the thought and the sentiment behind it that counted.

But what did work for you was… food. Ever since you were a child, you had loved food and it was the way you connected to life. Though you were not the greatest cook out there, you were capable of making things that were edible and quite good at times. On the ship though, you never had to cook, because Sanji would always do all the cooking. Whenever you offered to help, to take your mind off the pain you were feeling, he would kindly decline, saying that he would make you whatever you wanted.

But he couldn't. The dishes from your island were not recipes known quite to the rest of the world. Hell, even you didn't know all of them, save for some of your favourite foods that you had learnt from your mother. So you snuck in after dinner and made a dish from your hometown. It wasn't the best food you ever cooked, but it still meant something to you, because you were reminded of home.

You wrote down all the recipes you knew into a book, and kept it close. Whenever you missed your home, you would sneak into the kitchen at night and make yourself something with your wonky cooking skills that made the dish taste different every time. Still, the familiarity was enough to comfort you and let you wallow in the grief at the same time.

Until one day, you couldn't find your book.

"Nami?" You called unsurely to the navigator, who was lying on the deck under shade next to Robin. Behind them, Sanji was serving drinks. The three looked at you in question and suddenly under the scrutiny, your confidence faltered. "Um, uh.. d- did you see a journal somewhere? I can't find mine…"

"The brown one?" She asked, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair. You nodded frantically, hoping she knew. "I don't think I did. Did you check under your bed?"

"I did," you whispered, feeling the sadness wash over you again. It's not like you didn't still remember the recipes, but your memory wasn't the best. Without the book, it would be hard to remember them all.

"Don't worry, we'll find it," Nami got up and reassured you, looking concerned. "Sanji. Robin."

The two of them nodded along and then the four of you were searching for it everywhere, until Sanji had to excuse himself apologetically because he had to go cook lunch. You could only nod, trying not to get down in the dumps again over a book, but it felt a little hopeless. Until you heard Sanji shout from the kitchen. The three of you ran over to find him scolding Luffy, your journal in his hand.

"I just wanted to see what was in it!" Luffy pouted, his rubbery hands swinging around to try and get it back.

"That's an invasion of privacy, Luffy!" Sanji looked angry, but you were too relieved about the fact that you had found the book to get upset with Luffy.

"It's okay," you said, reaching forward to get the book. "It's just… recipes, Luffy. From my hometown."

There was silence in the kitchen for a few seconds and Luffy's face dropped into a serious look.

"I'm sorry," he said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "I thought… If I knew how to help you, you'd be happier."

It made you laugh softly, your heart warm at his kind intentions.

"Thank you, Captain," you smiled at him, eyes crinkling into crescent moons. "I am happy here. I just… miss my home, sometimes."

He wrapped you into a hug and Nami ruffled your hair a little. You smiled under the attention, holding the book close. Sanji for once was quiet, just staring at the book thoughtfully, though you didn't notice it then.

A few days after that event, Sanji called you to the kitchen before lunchtime. Curiously, you followed him to find… a plate of your favourite dish from your hometown. It was plated beautifully, making it look fancy and yet it still had that homey feeling to it. Sanji didn't say a word, just held out the chair for you to sit. You sat down in a daze, too focused on the smell of it lingering in the room.

It smelled like home.

And when you tasted it, you burst into tears. Because it tasted like home. It tasted exactly like your mom's. All the tears you had held back to not worry the crew were now spilling out without any end but you didn't care. Here, where only Sanji could see you, you let it all out. He didn't say anything, just placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and squeezed to let you know he's there for you. You turned around to face him, but the tears made it all blurry. Knocking your head against his stomach, you cried harder.

Sanji just held your head, carding fingers through your hair in comfort, offering you a handkerchief. That, you realised later, was the moment your feelings for Sanji began.

✿

After that day, you became a lot happier. Somehow, without words, just eating the food that Sanji made was enough to heal your broken heart bit by bit. Sometimes, he made extra because Luffy was curious and wanted to taste it too; and then the whole crew wanted it so Sanji made a few of your dishes for dinner. In that moment, surrounded by the smell of home, around your new family, your heart finally started healing.

You started noticing Sanji everywhere after you got used to life on the Thousand Sunny. From the small things he does, to the loud expressions of love he made, everything about him seemed wonderful and warm to you. Because you knew that beneath his overt affections for all the ladies, he was an infinitely kind, caring and observant person. How were you supposed to not fall for him, when he went above and beyond for you?

And yet, for all his admissions of love, you never believed that he could truly like you back like you felt for him. You were after all, not the prettiest girl around and you knew that. You were not slim like Nami or Robin, and it's not like you absolutely hated your soft and squishy body. But you wondered if Sanji would like you even though you weren't pretty.

All that self consciousness went out the window every time you were in his presence. He never made you feel less, or ugly– in fact, the way he spoke to you always left you a blushing mess. He made you feel special, and in the moment, it would be enough. Until you saw him fawning over Nami or Robin, and then the sneaky voice in your brain would whisper quiet thoughts comparing you to them. You had no chance with him, and you knew that.

And that was fine. You could live with that, couldn't you? You had to, because wanting more than you should never ended well. All it would leave behind is rejection, hurt and awkwardness. So you pressed down the feelings and acted as normally as you could.

The moment you realised that you loved Sanji was probably a memory you would never forget. Although it was unforgettable for you, it probably wasn't particularly that unique to others. That didn't matter to you because it was a memory you cherished ultimately.

It happened when the ship docked on a peaceful little island. Everyone else was going out to enjoy their time, and you wanted to spend that time with Sanji. So, casually, you made your request.

"Sanji?" Your timid utterance of his name got an instant reaction from the chef, who straightened up and looked at you with hearts in his eyes.

"Yes, (y/n)-chan?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Um, you're gonna go grocery shopping, right?" You had seen Nami complaining while handing him the money for the shopping.

"That's right," he leaned closer, almost too close but not quite into your personal bubble. Still, the proximity was enough for you to smell the mild smell of his perfume that left you a little weak in the knees. "Did you want me to get something for you, sweetheart?"

"I just," you hesitated, suddenly scared that he might realise your feelings and get disgusted. No, Sanji wasn't like that, you had to remind yourself. He would never treat you unkindly, even if he knew your feelings. "I heard you always do it alone. I thought you might enjoy some company?"

The hearts in Sanji's eyes disappeared as he stared at you like you were speaking gibberish for a few seconds. Under the intensity of that stare, you fidgeted and waited for his response.

"You're too kind, (y/n)-chan!" He finally cried, holding up your hands in his own bigger and colder ones. You flushed at the action, stammering out an actual gibberish response this time before you were whisked away by the blonde chef to town.

It felt all too much like a date to you, when you walked next to him. Sanji somehow made grocery shopping fun, or maybe that was just because of how much you liked him that anything with him was enjoyable? It didn't matter, you decided, because whichever it was, you couldn't deny that Sanji was equivalent to the sun on a cold day.

He enthusiastically showed you around, as if you were a tourist and he were a guide (when in fact, it was the first time in this town for both of you) causing you to giggle. Whenever you stopped to buy things, he would humour your curious questions on how to pick which vegetable and what cuts of which meat are the best. It felt awfully like a domestic date, one that made you smile when you imagined doing this with Sanji years down the line every week.

"And that's the last of it!" Sanji said happily, picking up the last bag. He was holding all the bags since the start, despite your insistence and now you were anxious, seeing him hold so many bags in his hands.

"Sanji, let me hold a few," you tried again, hands reaching out to take some of them. But Sanji just turned around so you couldn't reach the bags and grinned down at you.

"Nonsense, how could I let such a delicate lady hold such heavy bags?" His words made you flush in embarrassment. You were not delicate in any sense; surely, Sanji knew that too. And in spite of all his sincerity, the word just felt like it was mocking you.

"I'm… not…," you struggled to say, not wanting to argue but unable to keep it in either. With your chubby frame, no one had ever considered you as delicate.

"Let me do this for you, my love," Sanji's voice was soft and infinitely gentle, as if he was indeed holding something fragile in his hands. "I wouldn't feel good letting you carry anything when I'm more than capable."

"But Sanji!" you lightly whined, wringing your hands. "I don't feel good letting you carry all the burden either! Come on, just a few bags?"

Before Sanji could respond, you heard a scared squeak. Your brows furrowed and you looked around the marketplace, finding a man cornering a girl a few feet behind Sanji. She seemed uncomfortable and he was all in her personal space, saying something in a rough, sleazy voice that gave you shivers.

You were not a fighter, but the instinct to protect her overtook the rational part of your brain and you crossed the distance to where they were. Pushing him back, you stood in front of the girl to block her from him.

"Can't you see she's uncomfortable?" You said coldly. "Back off."

The man took an involuntary step back until his eyes fell on you. He reeked of alcohol and smoke and you felt like puking from the putrid stench coming off him but you held it together, trying to come off as more confident than you felt. His eyes roamed over your body shamelessly, and you felt dirty and uncomfortable from the action.

"Don't get in our business, fatty," he grinned, the smell of alcohol doubling the moment he opened his mouth. "Are you jealous that no one will ever give you the attention she's getting?"

The words stabbed you in the gut, even though you knew rationally that you were better off without the bad attention. That was the one perk of being conventionally average in looks– no one really looked at you, in good ways or bad. Or maybe you had just been lucky so far. But hearing him call you that, saying those words, even from someone like him, it hurt a small part of you. Before you could respond, a leg in black slacks came up and kicked the man down with such a force that everybody around paused, shocked by the sudden action.

Even you stepped back automatically, gasping when you saw that it was Sanji, still balancing all the bags perfectly while he had roundhouse kicked the man into the ground with so much force that you could see his teeth had become bloody and he was on the verge of unconsciousness.

"(Y/n)-chan doesn't need the attention of sewer rats like you," he said calmly, straightening back into position smoothly. "Her beauty only deserves the best of the best."

The sight of Sanji saying that with a calm face, his hair slightly tousled, his hands balancing the bags and his leg muscles rippling under the slacks – that image was imprinted in your heart and brain for the rest of your life. The words sent you into a shock, but when they finally processed, you couldn't deny the overwhelming realisation that crashed into you.

You love Sanji.

It wasn't just a silly crush, or something that could go away if you gave it time. The chef had unknowingly carved himself a place into your heart. He was taking over it, chamber by chamber.

"Sanji…" The word came out as a whisper, inaudible under the din of the market as people were talking about what was going on. You snapped out of it when you felt the girl behind you shuffle and you immediately squashed your thoughts down to examine them later. You turned around and asked her, "Are you okay?"

She looked very alarmed and upset, but she still shot you a grateful smile as she murmured, "Yes, thanks to you two."

"He didn't hurt you?" You asked, hands hovering over her as you looked to ensure if she was safe. A peek of crimson caught your eye when she raised her hand to rub her face. Her elbows had scraped against the rough brick wall in his tousling. "You have some scratches!"

"Oh," she turned her arms to look at the wounds, now feeling the burn after the adrenaline and fear response was receding.

"Come on, I'll treat it for you," you offered, opening your sling bag which had some emergency first aid. You usually carried it around for the members when you were off the ship, knowing that they were all too reckless to give a second thought to any wounds.

"Oh, no, no, I couldn't trouble you more!" She said, mortified but you gently shook your head, offering her a hand.

"It's no trouble," you reassured her. It took a little bit of convincing but she eventually calmed down and let you clean up the wound before you parted. Finally, you allowed yourself to look at Sanji, who immediately schooled his features so you wouldn't see the warm adoring look he was giving you the whole time. "Sanji… Are you okay too? You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

"Do you think I'm that weak, sweetheart?" He smiled teasingly, but you felt the need to defend yourself.

"I know you are strong," you insisted, worrying your lower lip as you tried to look him straight in the eyes but kept getting flustered. "But even strong people get wounds. Just because they are strong, doesn't mean that they don't feel the pain. So tell me honestly, Sanji. Are you hurt anywhere?'

"No," he promised. "But if you're that worried, I'll let you check me all out back on the ship."

He ended that with a wink, and this time, you couldn't hold back the flush threatening to overtake your face again. Sanji couldn't help making the mood light again, but he had no idea of the effect his words had on you.

"Stupid," you weakly pawed at his arm, walking away before he could say anything. The blonde chef just laughed and followed you, face once again soft and fond as he watched you.

✿

Sanji may have been one of the only people onboard who was oblivious to your feelings, because a few of them did figure it out after watching the way you interacted with him. The first ones to realise were Nami and Robin, who called you out on it when the three of you were lying under the shade on the sunny deck.

"Really?" Nami had scrunched her nose, eyes critically analysing Sanji as he walked (danced, really) back to the kitchens after serving drinks to the three of you.

"Really what?" You asked, too busy sipping the cool drink to notice that she had noticed the way you had warmly thanked Sanji and given him a bright smile.

"Sanji?" Nami gave you a pointed look. The name made you freeze, and you tried to play it off.

"What about him?"

"Oh, come on!" Nami threw the slice of lemon that was on her drink. You caught it before it could fall on your shirt and muttered an indignant 'hey!' that the navigator ignored. "You like him, don't you?"

The words were enough to make you hide your face in embarrassment. Robin was smiling knowingly from the other side of Nami and you felt exposed, like they had both just turned you inside out.

"I do," you whispered after the few minutes of silent mortification that Nami had spent in self satisfaction.

"Why that loser though?" She said without any real bite. You knew she wasn't actually demeaning him; it was affectionate, in the way one would talk about their sibling's lovelife.

"Because!" You whispered, eyes running everywhere to check if no one else was around to hear you. "Have you looked at him? He's literally so pretty! He is kind, caring, and so, so thoughtful and generous. Without expecting anything in return, he is always giving and giving and he makes my stomach do silly things. He has curly eyebrows, Nami! I didn't think those could look good on anyone. Hell, I know I would look ugly with them, but he makes it work! It suits him, and he's so beautiful and I'm just–"

You collapsed onto your chair, your wet fingers from the condensation on the drink glass finding purchase in the dips of your face to hide it. Just talking about him was enough to get your heart beating fast, and the mortification of what you had just spilled to the two girls made you want the ground to swallow you already.

"You really like him," Robin's soft observation made you relax. She wasn't teasing you. You turned to look at her and caught the comforting smile she was sending your way.

"I was going to say you could do better," Nami turned to face you, swinging her feet around to your side, "but after hearing all that, I think… You two are perfect for each other. Despite all his antics, he has a good heart. And you'll be good for him, because you see him as he is."

"Yeah?" You couldn't help the small flower of hope blossoming in your chest.

"Really," Nami smiled, a rare genuine smile that was usually reserved for late night talks and reassurances in down times.

"You don't think…." You trailed off, fidgeting with the hem of your top, "he won't… find me good enough?"

"Are you crazy?" Nami snorted, picking up her drink. The melted ice had made the level go up so much that it was threatening to spill any moment. "You're better than anything he could dream of. I told you, didn't I? You would be good for him. Having someone like you in his life to ground him, I think there's nothing better than that. You're one of the sweetest people I have ever met. If anyone here isn't good enough, it's him."

"Hey now," you frowned, ready to defend Sanji but hearing his voice stopped you.

"Who isn't good enough for (y/n)-chan?" His face was stuck in a weird smile, like he was forcing it. He carefully placed the plate of pastries he had brought as he continued casually despite the silence, "I don't know who we are talking about but Nami-chan is right. No one is good enough for our lovely (y/n)-chan."

"Oh, look at that!" You hurriedly switched the topic, looking at the plate he had brought. The tiny pastries were adorable and colourful, looking so delicious that it would have made your mouth water if you weren't distracted at the moment. "This looks so good, Sanji. Seriously, if you keep feeding me like this, my weight will keep increasing!"

The last line became a teasing complaint, but you didn't expect Sanji to come to the side of your chair and lean down to where you were tilted. The proximity caused your eyes to widen, the blood thundering in your ears as he carefully tucked in a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, face so soft and warm that it make your insides feel like they were vibrating.

"All the more for me to love, so I would keep winning, wouldn't I, sweetheart?"

You choked, and the need to get away from him before you did something wild like grab him and kiss him got so much that your knee accidentally shot up and into Sanji's back, pushing him forward. The chef's eyes widened at the sudden attack, but he managed to not collapse on you by quickly holding onto the sides of the chair but now you were trapped in between his arms on top of the close proximity.

It made you so weak in the knees, and there was something hot and warm curling in your gut as you stammered gibberish, feeling like you were about to faint because Sanji's chest was practically touching yours and it was all too much.

"SORRY!" He hurriedly backed off the moment he got his bearings, and for the first time since you had come onboard, you saw him have a genuinely heavily flushed face. There was a little blood starting to leak from one of his nostrils and somehow, it helped you calm down. He was just as affected as you were. The idea was enough to lessen your embarrassment by a little.

"I'm the one who's sorry, Sanji," you said remorsefully, hiding your face completely in your hands this time. "I kicked you!"

"It wasn't on purpose," he said, right hand coming up to hide the blush on his own face. "I'm sorry for… for making you uncomfortable, (y/n)-chan!"

Uncomfortable? Did Sanji have any clue just how comfortable you actually felt? The problem wasn't that you were uncomfortable in the proximity; it was that you were too comfortable, to the point that you never wanted to leave. But that would be a dead giveaway of your feelings, right?

"Okay, this is just painful to watch now," Nami sighed, jolting the two of you. You had nearly forgotten that she and Robin were right there, and they had seen everything. She looked at you unhappily, mouth set in a tight line. "How about you two get a room and make out there?"

"Nami!" You cried out. She really just gave away your crush like that?!

"Just be grateful I'm not demanding money to make up for what I just had to witness," she sniffed haughtily, swinging her legs back onto the chair and pulling down her sunglasses. "Seriously, you two, go talk shit out. Or else, knowing you, you will just be awkward around each other and that's gonna be even more painful to watch."

She wasn't totally wrong. You were planning to avoid him, possibly by jumping off the Sunny and drowning to death since you didn't know how to swim. But that wasn't really a solution and even you could admit that.

"W- What's there to talk-?" Sanji seemed a little scared, wide eyes glancing between the three of you. Nami ignored him, and you were too flustered to look him in the eyes. Nami's suggestion was essentially for you to come clean, wasn't it? But that was easier said than done. The fear of rejection and the eventual awkwardness was gripping your insides in a chokehold, and you couldn't move your feet even if you tried.

"Sanji," Robin said calmly. "Pick up (y/n) and go to the kitchen."

"Huh?" You were startled at her words. Pick you up?! No way! "No, no way, I'm too… I'm too heavy, there's no need for that!" Even as you said that, you couldn't actually bring yourself to move.

"I don't really get it," Sanji admitted, looking between the three of you as he spoke, "but I can do that. (Y/n)-chan?"

"No, Sanji–" the protests died down the moment he bent down and picked you up like you weighed nothing. Even as he walked you across the deck, you couldn't help but think that it was kind of hot just how easily he picked you up. "Sanji…"

He didn't look at you until you were in the kitchen and the door was closed behind the two of you. He walked over to the table and then carefully placed you on it, as if you were a teacup made of fine china teetering with tea. Finally, he let his clear blue eyes stare down at you, the expression on his face more vulnerable and exposed than you had ever seen on him.

"Sanji?"

"I know I made you uncomfortable," he said quietly, backing away. His hands came up to rub away the blood but it only made it spread around and you winced at seeing that. You never wanted to see any blood on Sanji, if you could help it. "I touched your… you. It wasn't my intention, I swear! I just, I wanted, I–"

He abruptly shut up, looking frustrated with himself.

"Sanji."

He didn't look up, fists clenching at his side the moment you said his name.

"Come here, Sanji," you whispered, holding out your hands to beckon him closer. His eyes flickered over your face, as if trying to gauge out what you were feeling, even as he followed through your request without a second thought. You pulled out the handkerchief he had given you long back, and wiped away the blood over his upper lip and cheeks carefully before you picked up his hand. The thumb was bloody too, so you gently held the limb in one of your hands and wiped it with the other. "You didn't make me uncomfortable, Sanji."

He stayed quiet as you continued to wipe it until it was all gone.

"Didn't I?" He said the moment you were done.

"No," you said, looking up at him. You didn't let go of the hand, though you dropped the handkerchief beside you. Somehow, holding his hand seemed to give you the courage to make the admission Nami had told you to. "I… Sanji, I like you. A lot more than I ever thought it was possible to feel towards someone. I like you so much that it physically hurts when I see you flirting with other women. I like you so much that my heart feels warm whenever you are around, and I feel so safe in your arms that I never want to leave. I like it when you are close to me. But I know that you don't like me like that, so whenever you get so close, and I can't help but want you so much, it's painful for me. I never want to let you go."

Sanji's eyes darkened with every word you spoke, a gradual change that you didn't notice at first because you were all in over your head. His hands hovered around your waist as you finished.

"Who told you?" His voice was a little hoarse, and he cleared his throat the moment he realised how desperate he sounded.

"Told me what?" You asked timidly, looking down at your lap.

"That I don't like you?" Sanji's voice was a broken whisper like yours had been. "I have never heard anything more untrue than that. All this time, I wanted you but I kept my feelings to myself. Because you deserve so much, so much more than I am, so much more than I can give. I wanted and I wanted and I felt so greedy, wanting more and more of you, more than you would let me have– I wanted anything you were ready to give, and I also wanted everything you have to give. I thought you wouldn't want someone like me, when there are so many better options around for you–"

"What?" You couldn't help but laugh. All his words were making you delirious; this had to be some wild dream you had conjured up. It didn't feel real. None of it did. "I had better options around? Sanji, I was so sure you would never look twice at me! I never felt like I was pretty enough, or good enough to get your attention and you're telling me… I had better options? That's so–"

You kept laughing, body shaking from the weight of the laughter. Sanji stared at you, unsure hands still hovering around you. His fingers twitched from holding back the urge to pull you into him.

"You are the prettiest girl I have ever seen," he mumbled. "Not good enough to get my attention? Darling, you have had all of my attention ever since I met you. No other woman could compare to you from the moment you made your place in my heart known."

"Did I really have all your attention?" You asked, letting your insecurities bubble up. Now that you were both being honest, it was better to get it all out of the way, right? "Even when you looked at the other women…"

"I never looked at them the way I did you," his words were sincere, and in that moment, they were enough. You looked up at him, and your body broke into shivers the moment you realised the heat in his eyes as he stared down at you; like you were some unique dish he was finally getting the chance to eat after years of craving it.

"I didn't want the other options, Sanji," you whispered, the volume enough for the proximity you were in. "The only one I ever wanted was you."

You held his collars and pulled him in, and it was like he finally snapped, now that he had permission. His hands immediately grasped at your sides, gently holding the soft flesh there as he kissed you. And now it was your time to give and give, while he took from you like your lips were spilling with ambrosia and he was determined to get every drop. His warm breath fanned over your lips and the goosebumps on your skin rose again, your fingers tightening around the collars of his shirt.

When he let your lips go, he was greeted with the sight of your flushed and pleasantly buzzed expression, like you were drunk on him. Seeing you like that, because of him, it was enough to get him groaning.

"So beautiful," he whispered, leaving feather light kisses all over your face. "So gorgeous. All for me. All… for me to have?"

"Yeah," you whispered, looking up at him and seeing the devastated yet over-the-moon expression on Sanji's face. Even without words, he could always just cleave into your heart and press himself within its walls like they were made to fit him, and only him. "You can be greedy. Take all you want. I'm all yours."

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[the-s1lly-corner]

could I request creepypasta x reader who can take their head off

Various crps x reader who can take their head off

pretending that i didnt tear up the roof of my mouth while eating my dinner shhhshhhh ignoring that my bottom front teeth rest on the roof of my mouth right where its all torn up thus making me hyperaware and by extension making me clench and grind subconsciously characters: jeff the killer, laughing jack, ticci toby, eyeless jack notes: reader is gn, reader isnt really human but theyre written to look human, focusing on first reactions cws: none unless you found taking ones head off as body horror? does it count? im not sure tbh.. mentions of anatomy and stuff in ejs part.. canon typical violence

LAUGHING JACK

finds it so cool, entertaining even... i like to think that he has "clown physics" to him, but im unsure if being able to dethatch limbs would be one... if he cant take his own head off hes going to be a tad bit jealous of you

sometimes yoinks your head and holds it up to his height so you can "see the world from his perspective", this is more likely if youre significantly shorter than him

if you allow it hes going to juggle your head or even "go bowling" with it... you... may get dizzy though, so agree with caution

if your head is loose and has a habit of falling off hes going to take it as a win if it falls as you laugh at one of his jokes

EYELESS JACK

honestly? not all that phased by your little party trick, at least hes not grossed out by the clear view of your necks insides- hes seen those plenty of times... both in the form of images as well as in person when hes needed to silence someone

that said looking at in tact neat remains is different than seeing it all messed up or in a diagram, so if you dont mind he would like to take a look at least once... totally not making notes for future reference

not many questions otherwise, surprisingly... i mean hes a man eating demon of sorts who mostly gets nutrients from eating the organs of humans- he doesnt have much place to ask you what you are exactly or what caused this sort of thing to happen

doesnt ask you to show off your trick, finds no interest in asking you to take your head off and goof off with it unlike some of the others

TICCI TOBY

oh! thats his partner taking off their head.... OH! THATS HIS PARTNER TAKING OFF THEIR HEAD- he... genuinely needs a second to process what hes looking at because it catches him so off guard, you only told him you had a party trick to show him

lots of questions, main one being how and why- were you not a living human this whole time? a little betrayed that you didnt tell him sooner, actually- and even if you did, why didnt you show him this sooner?

traces his fingers along your neck where it separates, after you put your head back on- even more impressed if theres no mark left behind

like jeff, hes going to try to get you to play some jokes on people- though its likely hes going to pull them on masky and/or hoodie

sometimes carries your head around with him while hes working- ignore how morbid of a sight thatd be..! he just wants some company without making it too obvious!

JEFF THE KILLER

stares wide eyed for a few seconds... ignoring that he doesnt have his eye lids anymore so hes always looking at you wide eyed-- thinks he may have actually lost it for a second before cracking up

probably one of the last things hes expected you to do but hey, he thinks its pretty wicked!

oh hes definitely going to try to get you to use your quirk to scare some unsuspecting people who are walking around- perhaps do it late at night for some added effect? and if they lash out he can always swoop in and come to your aid

will push your head off of your neck if youre being a smartass or generally lightly getting onto his nerves- not a hard push, but enough to knock your head loose

[tomahachi12]

The good thing about knowing next to nothing about Yeva and her husband (and Nori too, tbh, we know very little about her in the grand scheme of things) is how we as fans can just make up whatever we want. It’s great. Doll’s Father especially is so nonexistent as a character that anyone that makes content of him basically has a semi-canon OC (though I do wish we had an official name for the poor guy 😔)

That being said, I’m super curious, what led you to having Nori be the one to be more nervous about the idea of having a kid, and Yeva encouraging her to do it? I myself always think of the roles being flipped, with Yev being the more unsure one. (This is genuine curiosity from one Nori fan to another, I love your interpretation of it too!!!)

I think that's why I enjoy making up these silly bits for them is because we know so little about them.

I can just do whatever I want >:D

I call Yeva's husband Nickolai :)

--

As to your question,

(This answer is purely a headcanon btw)

I've always seen Nori as this cocky, overconfident little gremlin, and tropes tend to have characters like that using it as a mask to hide from their insecurities and fears.

Girl is struggling hard to process the trauma she went through and uses humor to do so.

Even if she barely remembers any of it.

I also believe that she is still being heavily influenced by the Solver since she was never fully patched.

Yeva can still have some Solver moments too, but she can keep control of herself, unlike Nori.

Yeva remembers more of what happened to them, and just wants them to move on from it. She doesn't want that part of their past to haunt them.

She pushes Nori to having a kid because she thinks it'll help them move on from their trauma by focusing their attention on something more important.

Which can also be problematic. Don't hide from your trauma, kids, please find help ):

Nori knows something is wrong with them, and she's afraid that it might spread to others. She doesn't want her child to go through what she did.

But that little bit of hope given by Yeva was enough to convince her to try.

Yeva believed they were both fully patched and that it would stop the Solver from speading. She knows that Uzi did end up inherenting it from Nori, but died not knowing that Doll had inherited it as well.

Off topic but, I think Doll finds out about the patch because Yeva was doing reaserch and gathering notes with the plan of finding the patch to save Uzi from the Solver.

That might be what led to Yeva to her husband's death as they left the safety of the Bunker to find it. Doll secretly followed them, and her Solver was activated when she witnessed her parents being murdered by V.

[bomber-grl]

Flufftober 2024

Day 6: Pumpkin Spice

Pairing(s): Damian Wayne x Gn!Reader

Au! Where Damian is a barista / reference to the señorita awesome audio just to bother / reader is annoying

You had the day off, and so as you happily skipped around the corner you only had one thing on your mind: that barista.

You swung open the door to the cafe and as the bell above your head rung- everyone in the room groaned.

Today was your weekly visit primarily aiming to bother the barista currently in front of you.

“Good morning what can I-“ he froze and looked at you “oh, it’s you” he immediately glared at you- not much of a difference to his demeanor compared to before he saw you tbh.

You didn’t let his comment get to you and metaphorically marched right in- “pumpkin spice latte please, I want it freezing though”.

He just stared at you deadpan, the only thing changing was the noticeable vein pulsing on his forehead.

You never noticed it before but damn he’s got a big ass forehead.

After the awkward pause you continued with the rest of the audio, each word you said the more you thought that maybe he’d finally snap and explode on you- at least that’s what his red ass face was telling you.

Through gritted teeth he’d respond each time “is that all?” And you’d happily nod and move along.

You were waiting in your spot when Damian finally approached you and sat down at your table- freezing Pumpkin Spice latte in hand.

“I’m surprised they haven’t banned you yet” that’s all he said as he sat down in front of you.

You set your phone down and had to stifle a laugh “same, I swore I’d be banned by now. How come you’re not too upset though?”

He shrugged “I don’t know I guess I started looking forward to your weekly visits- albeit how annoying they are.”

Your cheeks flushed a little at his comment, though short lived as you quickly shouted in retaliation “Hey! You offended me first-“

“Yea well who’s the one that couldn’t let it go?” Damn, well he’s got you there.

He sighed though and looked at you again “I don’t mind it anymore” yea as if, his vein was this close 🤏 to popping out “but if you wanted to see me that badly I wouldn’t have been totally opposed to indulging it.”

Was he flirting with you…?

His annoying personality and his overinflated ego than a barista should have completely caused you to block out how hot he was. Now that he was flirting with you - the fact finally sunk in.

Your face felt hot and you could only wish that it wasn’t obvious.

“Well that’s all I’ve got to say, enjoy your Pumpkin spice latte” he got up to leave.

“Where are you going?” Ok, in retrospect the question was stupid but you weren’t thinking, obviously.

“Some of us have jobs” at that he walked away, and continued on with his shift.

You snatched your latte that you could now describe as not freezing anymore and hurriedly left through the door, unsure if you’d be back for the next visit.

Upon close inspection- the piece of paper stuck to the latte- yknow the one you expect to tell you what ingredients it has?

Well it had another piece of information, not as expected, written on it hastily.

It had his number, again the feeling of warmth rushed to your face, a contrast to the coldness of the outside. As much as you didn’t want to admit it- the attention was nice..

Also, isn’t this kind of unprofessional?

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A/n: not proofread, obviously

[newtonsheffield]

So for head on the pillow, I know we have seen Anthony jealous around men who he thinks Kate is being set up with but have we seen Princess Kate get jealous while anyone hits on her bodyguard? Before or after they’re officially out in the open together. maybe you’ve answered this already.

Kate is… fed up by the time their relationship is in the open tbh. People are far too comfortable leaning in and whispering in her ear at parties.

“Your protection officer is fucking hot.”

Kate felt a flash of anger shoot through her as she looked at Edwina’s friend, eyeing Anthony hungrily. “Mmm He’s got a girlfriend.”

It wasn’t exactly true, but it wasn’t a lie either. They might not have called it that exactly but she wasn’t single, and neither was Anthony. She didn’t want to feel the irritation that rose in her whenever someone mentioned him but she couldn’t help it. Nor could she help the frustration at the fact that if life were different no one would dare. Because they’d know they were together. They’d be able to walk out with their fingers intertwined or his arm around her waist. No one would question it if she was a braver, better person.

“Well, he’s not fucking married.” The girl chuckled, tugging her shirt down a little. “Fair game I say.”

Kate felt her teeth grind together. “Well, that’s not very respectful to his girlfriend or him. And she’s the jealous type, so I’d stay the fuck away from him.”

Kate downed the rest of her drink and slammed the glass down on the bar before she made her way over to Anthony. “Can you call the car? I’m ready to go.”

She’d thought it would be easier when they stepped out together, his arm around her waist as they stood at Edwina’s birthday party while her sister tried to forget about Josie Bagwell who was standing in the corner looking more than a little uncomfortable while Edwina flirted with a waitress.

“I don’t know that I like being on this side of things.” Anthony clicked his tongue, “Though I am a little curious about the selection of specialty cocktails. Did she come up with the pun names for them herself?”

“I want to assume she didn’t but I’m really not sure.”

“I’m going to the bar for a…” He perused the paper menu on the table, “Second-to-Rum. A thinly veiled reference to being second in line, i thought she was better than that. Want anything? I can do two trips.”

Kate shook her head, kissing his cheek softly. “I’m good.”

She watched Anthony make his way through the crowd to the bar in the back, still a little unsure of himself in this setting, with people he saw himself as different than. He’d asked her at least 40 times before they’d left if she was sure he didn’t need to wear a suit.

She watched him lean against the bar, talking to the bartender. And she watched as another woman leaned in beside him, whispering something in his ear.

Anthony’s eyebrows lifted, saying something as he gestured towards the bar. The woman leaned in further, her hand resting on his shoulder, right over where those bullets had cut through him and Kate felt a flicker of jealousy, of anger flash through her. Anthony took a half step back and scooped his drink up, making his way back through the crowd. She shouldn’t have done it. She shouldn’t have crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him when he kissed her cheek.

“How’s your new girlfriend?”

Anthony rolled his eyes, “she asked to see my surgical scar. I politely declined.”

Kate clicked her tongue, “Nice, you should take her up on it.”

“You know you don’t need to be jealous right?”

It washed out of her but she tried to shrug it off, “I wasn’t.”

“Okay, well let’s just remember that I watched you with Michael Stirling for weeks.”

It was Kate’s turn to roll her eyes, “He was dating your sister the entire time.”

“Don’t remind me.” Anthony winced, “Again… you don’t need to be jealous. I’m not looking anywhere else.”

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 37

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Fade to Black by @yokohogawa

Things between Keith and Lance are changing but Keith is restless, especially with Shiro still weak, and ends up taking a bad decision: he leaves Lance alone in the Castle with a Lion he cannot pilot. Unable to form Voltron without the newly appointed Red Paladin, the four Paladins left struggle against the sudden attack of a Galra ship and later on take damage from the explosion of a star in close proximity. Lance, on the other end, is left to defend the Castle by himself and has little time to succeed: without energy, the Lions have only 6 hours of breathable air. Beyond that point, his friends will be dead.

okay yes technically this series is unfinished. HOWEVER the first two works ARE finished, and they are amazing showstopping incredible etc. tbh im not much of a black paladin lance fan, i genuinely think solo leadership is not what he is suited for, but this fic made me way more open to it. the way he handled severe crises was as fear stricken as it was awe inspiring highly recommend

2. once again i am a child by @lilaclavenders

“You’re not a spare tyre,” Adam interjects.  “I know that,” Lance says, too unsure to sound completely defensive.   “That almost sounded like a question.” “No... it didn’t,” Lance says.

Lance and Adam talk.

i have always been a fan of lance and adam even tho its the most evidence lacking fanon thing in this fandom. its truly just so interesting. and to have lance as a young cadet getting slammed so badly just in so many different directions being given at least one grownup in his corner...its a good read.

3. Lance the language man by @irish-vampire-blog

Lance didn't really try to learn a language. He just, kind of, picks up the basics and then works from there. Its usually unintentional. Ish.

He isn't stupid though. He isn't an idiot. He just isn't the same kind of smart as his friends are.

this kind of smart for lance is so REAL bc no he cannot do like quantum physics or whatever probably but the way he seems to have a pretty innate ability to successfully do many things that he tries. he just can u know?? thats the autism with the gay audacity i would imagine but i love seeing fics like this

4. my boyfriend's back (and you're gonna get in trouble) by teacupfulofbrains

hey la, hey la, my boyfriend's back

Keith Kogane has never heard of Vine. Lance McClain takes personal offense to this, and makes it his personal mission to teach his boyfriend to meme. Keith is confused, mostly.

(OR: several instances of Keith not getting the meme™ and two times he did)

I LOVE THIS FIC SO BAD I CANT BELIEVE I HAVENT RECCED IT BEFORE. yes i am a cringe zillenial who still finds vine funny and quotes it on the internet but truly idc idc. this fic is funny. this fic is cute. established klance my love and light. also keith comparing lances eyes to the star of bombay is some of the gayest shit ever and also the only time i will entertain blue eyed lance

5. The Most Dangerous Thing is to Love by running_downn

Last time something like this happened to Lance, Keith wasn’t there. He’d thought he would have been able to do something if he had been there, or at least if he was, the guilt wouldn’t be so heavy on his chest. But this time he was there. He was right fucking there and he decided that it was infinitly worse.

~

Basically there's a new threat after the Galra and it almost kills Lance. Desperate making out ensues, but it's okay to recognize when it's not the right time for it. Keith cries a lot cause he's older and grizzled and therefore not as emotionally stunted.

green sock reality? team still out fighting as adults and lance isn’t a fucking farmer while the rest of the team isn’t? keith’s abandonment issues treated with respect and dignity and also the acknowledgement that he’s older and therefore mature enough to handle those issues in a way that doesn’t risk a relationship that is important to him? lance understanding all this and using the supportive nature he is known for??? yes yes yes. stellar fic that should have way more hits than it does

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[descendinginto-madness]

welt except he has a fever and desperately needs sleep

cw: descriptions of illness, high fever, being kinda delirious/out of it, sleep deprivation?, nightmares, headaches, mentions of death

contains spoilers for welt's hi3 lore

also, disclaimer! welt in here is very reluctant to ask for help and feeling bad about it because... well i imagine he'd react like this, BUT! needing help and asking for it is completely normal and valid and okay; please remember that and take care of urself ok!! ily /p

alright, so...

i'm gonna be honest since i found @bugbytez13 's blog welt sickfic ideas don't want to leave my head LMAO except i will write a detailed description of a fic instead of the fic itself. that's it that's the post

tbh this ramble in particular could be made into two separate fanfics (one sickfic and one specifically about the nightmares) but shh

i will forever be self conscious or anxious about things i post that aren't just headcanons or silly little rambles, but also... writing this went surprisingly smoothly so! enjoy the essay or something idk HAHA

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so, about welt...

i just know this man is going to force himself to stay awake. maybe his self-sacrificing issues are less present now, and he doesn't immediately throw himself in danger in every fight ever, but he's still stubborn as hell. so he won't admit something is wrong. he won't admit that maybe getting way too little sleep several days in a row wasn't doing wonders for his immune system and he's now finally feeling the consequences. to be fair, he expected it might end like this, but he didn't want to take breaks - there's still too many things to take care of before they finally head to penacony. and now, he will still insist of taking care of everything, even though his body is basically begging him to go take a nap.

except maybe, he didn't even expect it to get this bad. or thought that he can just power through it. i mean, he's been through much worse, right? this is nothing compared to literally losing his body for some time. but he's sitting in the parlor car, and he's half awake, and unusually cold, and his head is hurting, and keeping up the act is getting harder and harder - but he has to, because the younger members of the crew are here too, even if only march is talking to him.

but they pick up on the fact that something is wrong, of course they do. his eyes are unfocused, he looks like he's about to fall asleep - or pass out - and march had to repeat herself twice for him to even fully process what she was asking him, and so suddenly stelle is next to him, attempting to touch his forehead - and he recoils. "i'm fine," he says, and it's probably a bit too quick and a bit too firm than he'd like it to be, and all of this is stupid, really, because he shouldn't be scared of someone touching him. how hot can it really be anyway if he's feeling so cold, right? but if that wasn't enough dan heng asks an even more dreaded question, "are you sure, mr yang? do you want us to call himeko?" and welt decides it's time to excuse himself, before he makes them even more worried. because even in his present state, he can pick up on the fact they're concerned, but at the same time unsure of what to do, and it makes him feel guilty. of course they're unsure; he's usually their caretaker, and he always knows what to do, and it should never be the other way around. he should've just stayed in his room all day, shouldn't he.

"thank you all for your concern, but i'm alright." he stands up. "now, please excuse me, i still have some work to do." of course that's true, but he's almost certain he won't be able to focus on that- but he just needs an excuse to get out from here and be left alone anyway.

but stelle is right next to him, and looking determined to accompany him to his room, too. "you look like you're about to fall, mr yang," they explain, and he wants to insist that he's okay once again, but realizes he's too tired to do so. it would take him at least a few minutes, and it's a few minutes he doesn't have nearly enough energy for. he just wants to finally lie down. so, he lets stelle essentially escort him into the hallway and to his bedroom, and make sure he doesn't collapse on his way there, and-- it's embarassing, honestly, because it's already so difficult for him to show himeko the slightest hints that something might be wrong, and right now the situation is similar but ten times worse - so it's also ten times harder for him to come to terms with the fact he needs to rely on someone.

"my... apologies for making you all worry," he says quietly when they reach his room, and he's so thankful that he left the lights off, because the parlor car was way too bright, and though the hallway was a bit better, it still wasn't good.

"it's alright," stelle shakes her head, and stands there in the doorway, even as he heads towards his bed and sits down. "i'll ask himeko to check up on you in a bit?" she asks, and he only nods, though he isn't sure if she can actually see it. he doesn't want to talk anymore, he doesn't want to think because even just that seems to make his headache worse, he just wants stelle to leave, he just wants to sleep-- he isn't even sure if he understood her question correctly, but he also doesn't have the energy to care. he falls asleep the moment the door closes behind her, fully clothed and half covered with a thick blanket, but even then he isn't allowed a peaceful rest.

memories from old battles flash before his eyes, silhouettes of enemies he once fought, those against whom he won - but also of those who severly injured or even killed him, and with that come the memories of the pain

and the fear of losing his body again.

when he finally awakens, sweating, shaky for reasons other than his fever, and still feeling pretty awful, it takes him longer than usual to remember where he is. it takes him longer than usual to remember that he's safe.

but now there's medicine and a thermometer on his nightstand, and a note written in himeko's neat handwriting - though he actually spots and reads it some time later - telling him to rest as much as he needs to, because she'll take care of everything; and only after he does read it and feels a sense of relief come over him, he realizes how much the thought of having to leave all the work in order to take a break actually stressed him out. he still feels bad about it, because of course he does, and of course he's going to apologize to everyone later.

but he's also able to sleep more peacefully now.

[imoncloud7]

part 7;

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warning: this chap is fully written, with no texts/tweets. it gets a little angsty tbh

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yn froze as she saw oikawa walking towards her, and she panically looked around the room for an escape. she noticed kuroo talking to some of his other friend in the corner with dyed blonde hair, kenma. she beelined over to the two boys, grabbing kuroo’s drink out of his hand and taking a large gulp of it. 

“yn what the fuck.” the taller male glared at her. 

“sorry. really needed that. hey kenma.” she turned to look at the shorter boy. he nodded back in acknowledgement before speaking up. 

“you doing okay yn?” 

“maybe, i don’t know yet. i just really need to be drunk.” the two chuckled at her response, leading her over to the kitchen-turned-bar. 

“does it maybe have to do with a certain boy? perhaps our setter?” kuroo whispered while wiggling his eyebrows. yn smacked the back of his neck, pouring herself a drink. a strong one. she noticed the boy in question lingering near the kitchen, causing her to duck down a little bit to hide behind kuroo’s tall frame. 

“i’m actually going to shoot myself. i hate myself.” 

“hey oikawa!” kuroo called over his shoulder, to which kenma took as his cue to leave. yn’s eyes widened at his actions, looking up at his face in shock. the urge to follow kenma was strong. kuroo looked down to wink at her, while turning to follow kenma as oikawa walked over. 

“you’re fucking joking.” yn muttered under her breath. 

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oikawa had no idea she had been invited tonight. sure, all of her friends were here, but they definitely would’ve told him she was coming. he wondered how mattsun and makki had gotten her to say yes, as she seemed to avoid him other than when they had their nightly encounters. though recently, she had been ignoring his existence entirely, much to his dismay. seeing her walk through the door caused him to freeze up, with his heart beginning to beat rapidly. 

of course, she attempted to ignore him. he had been sort of following her whilst mingling with his friends and teammates, keeping an eye on her as she floated around. it wasn’t until kuroo called him over to where they were in the kitchen that he got a chance to talk to yn. his eyes lit up when he heard his name, and his heart began to beat even faster than before. he watched kuroo and kenma walk away, leaving yn staring in his direction with a blank expression on her face. he grinned at her and waved, coming up to greet her. 

“hey! you enjoying yourself?” 

“uh, yeah, i guess so.” she replied unsure. his ego immediately deflated, remaining silent at her response. “actually, can we talk? maybe in your room?” 

“oh! yeah, sure, follow me.” he grabbed her hand, leading her down the hallway towards his room. this didn’t go unnoticed by their friends in the room, of course. kuroo and bokuto shared a knowing look, and then turned to meet mattsun and makki’s gaze across the room. all four of them had the same smirk on their face. turning the handle, oikawa ushered her into his room, closing the door behind them. she was no stranger to this room, spending a large number of nights in this room over the past year. yn sat on the bed, and oikawa following, sitting next to her. 

“you couldn’t wait until everyone left, huh?” he broke the silence with a joke, with a crooked smile on his face. she turned to look up at him, with narrowed eyes. 

“no, i came here to have an actual conversation with you, about our little arrangement.” his smile immediately disappeared from his face. 

“oh. well what’s up?” 

“do you have feelings for me, oikawa?” his heart stopped at her question, and his body froze as a result. he took a few moments to gather his thoughts before responding, sighing before he did so. 

“yes.” 

“how long?” 

“since this whole thing began.”

yn inhaled sharply, looking down and away from oikawa. she hadn’t even noticed that she had been fiddling with her hands, but he placed his own on top of hers. 

“i don’t know if i can keep doing this casual thing oikawa. it’s not fair to you at all.” 

“look, we can work this out-”

“i just don’t know if i can do a relationship right now. i don’t wanna get hurt again.” she spoke quietly. he sat there stunned for a moment, tensing up at her words. 

“i wouldn’t hurt you, yn.” he murmured. he noticed a teardrop fall from her eyes, and he gently lifted her chin to face him. 

“whatever has happened in your past, you can talk about it with me, i’m always here to listen.” he spoke softly while wiping her tears with the pads of his thumbs. she leaned into his touch and closed her eyes. 

“i don’t know, oikawa, i just-”

“tooru.” he cut her off with a firm tone. 

“what?”

“please, just call me tooru.” he spoke with the same tone of voice. the two sat in silence for a few minutes, before yn broke it. 

“okay.” 

“you can trust me, i promise.” he pulled her into his side, rubbing her shoulder with his arm. she nestled herself into the crook of his neck, and he kissed the top of her head in response. they sat like that for awhile, with the party acting as background noise. 

“i don’t know if i can be the girl you deserve.” yn finally admitted. tooru was shocked by her statement, wondering what the hell went wrong in her past relationship for her to think like this. 

“you’re the only girl i want. yn, i want you to be honest with me too. do you have feelings for me too?”

“yes. unfortunately.”

“that’s all we need then, sweetheart. we can figure it out, okay?” his words caused her tears to fall at a faster rate, causing him to pull her in tighter. he pressed kisses to the side of her face while he held her, his heart hurting at the sound of her crying.

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notes:

wow okay

yn finally came to terms with her feelings

nice

kinda cute ngl

im working on my writing lol it kinda sucks but im trying

soft oikawa #needthat

kuroo being devious hehe

taglist: @gigiiiiislife

[zileans-big-cl0ck]

hello ive never sent a request b4 not sure how this works pls bare with me too 😿😿 ive seen that u write for pyke and camille (my two fav characters) and i was wondering if u could write anything sfw/nsfw for one of them because theres barely any content for them, ty in advance 😸

✦–Pyke & Camille General Headcanons.✦ (SFW & NSFW)

✦I see someone’s taste never misses, Camille and Pyke as favourite characters!

✧ prompt: ✧ just feeling inspired today to actually write.

✧ champions: ✧ Camille, the Steel Shadow; Pyke, the Bloodharbor Ripper.

✧ reader: ✧ gender neutral.

✧ author’s note: ✧ I feel like Camille isn’t my champion to write tbh, I absolutely cannot caught her character; please pardon me. PYKE ON THE OTHER HAND- But, really, you don’t even know how I’ve been DYING to write something for my favourite boy Pyke. Ignore any mistakes; as much as I enjoyed writing this, I’m really tired :sob:.

masterlist

✦Camille, SFW:

Maybe she is a dominant, noble woman, but you still should valet her, treat he with the greatest respect. That amuses her.

Taking care of her well-being is your sacred order. The lady must be always pleased, cherished.

Of course she can treat herself right. She is a proud, self-respecting woman. But that doesn’t mean she does not enjoy making you submit, serve and obey.

Camille treats you, like you deseve to be treated - like an adorable pet that belongs to her.

And she rewards you generously, always making you accompany her, even if it means sharing with you and her wealthy co-workers the same secret informations of her important work. That is Camille’s way to bestow you with her trust, which is shared like a true gift, making you her little secretary and confidant.

She always keeps you near herself in case anything worrisome happened - or in case someone decided to profane her delicate belonging. Camille is a jealous and controlling woman who holds a firm border between her partner and anyone who may cross their path; she openly fears that the others, the vociferous people, may have bad influence on you. And you must stay as her property, and only hers.

Unfortunately, this entails with her sometimes treating you infantile, like you are not fully responsible. But don’t worry, it also means that she is always ready to do something for you, even if it is the hardest, most cumbersome work that requiers a professional. Because that’s who she is - a capable, deadly woman.

✦Pyke, SFW:

He always watches you from a distance. Pyke is a protective lover, but he desires to stay unseen by the others, all because of his well-known esteem as the Bloodharbor Ripper, the doom of captains. Even if you are not aware of his presence, he is alwats with you, stalking from the shadows, creeping around somewhere between the realms of the dead and mortals like a ghost, keeping an eye on you in case anything disturbed your peace. He would never stand anyone troubling you, which unfortunately can happen anytime in this perilous land. He is almost like a guardian angel, scared for your life and positive to take care of it, but cursed himself.

When he isn’t working, he likes reading. And I will not elaborate on that; Pyke has literally a Shakespeare quote in his own voicelines. He loves reading and you comming up with new book titles and recommendations for him, since he doesn’t have much time exploring this topic himself - his work consumes most of his sacred time, which he divides only between the ardous hunt for his victims and - you.

Though he appreciates your interest in his work, your questions about his day, even if their seem to serve no higher purpose than to start a conversation, he doesn’t want you to know all about his job. Not the things he has done to fulfill the meaning of his afterlife and cross all the names from the manifest. As Pyke came to conclusion, he might be unsure of your possible reaction to him being a killer, which you probably know either way, just never saw it on your eyes. At least he took care of it, to never commit such a dirty work before you. It’s not like he didn’t give you his whole trust, but you seeing his murderous persona might change your feelings towards him- that’s what he believes. And moreover, you might not want to see him how much pleasure he takes from killing.

He would never want you to risk your safety in order to try and get any information about his past, if you ever came up with idea so preposterous. Even if you were convinced that you might get into your hands a piece of knowledge that was out of reach for Pyke for years, maybe even decades. Of course he had shared with you the scraps of memories he still remembered, but there was never nothing solid, declaiming a consistent story. And he stopped caring about it long ago, entombing all the lost feelings in exchange for a new life (well, afterlife), new purpose, new emotions, even if they were ment to be irrelevant forever. Pyke befriended the truth - he, his new self, was never ment to meet with the man he was once before. Even if you were sweet enough, determined, to try and fight, he would turn you off - it didn’t matter if he couldn’t even remember it.

But he hoped it didn’t make you think that he didn’t trust you. He always answers your questions without keeping any bloody details to himself, just doesn’t tend to cover the subject by himself.

✦Camille, NSFW:

The first rule to obey: refer to Camille only as ”Ma’am”, ”My Lady” or, eventually, if she lets you, ”mommy”, so she could jovially call you her pet. A good, obedient little one, who can follow her around.

She would show you to her family, acquaintances, or co-workers with a proud, lustful look. She owns you not only so she could command you, but also to show a little off, to parade with her affable pet.

But you will always remain as her little one, the one under, the once she could crush, quite literally.

She loves the control she wields. Camille is a competent person who clearly deserves her position in the social hierarchy, same as under the cover of blankets. Or just thin walls of her office, where she also adores having you weak before herself.

She often wants you to wear revealing clothes, so the others could trace their lustful gazes, unnoticed as first, but over you. It is a perilous game - she always takes whatever she wants and her feelings are deep, sharp and adamant like blades, incandescent like fire. But you are tantalizing for her, especially when trying to get rid of woeful surrounding.

Camille would never let anyone else touch you, not even get close to you, but how she enjoys watching other people desiring you, yet not being able to ever caught your attention, as your heart belongs to Camille and only her.

Walking around her apartmnet nude, pitiful, with remorse in your eyes, is a sudden turn on for her. She knows you taunt her, tantalizing by the move of your hips, the place where she wants to dig her nails in while putting you in your place, right under her.

Her legs are obviously her deadliest weapon, but also the sweetest gift she can offer. She wants your head between them, squized and trapped in something between a full of pleasure, hot moment and a bewildering threat of her scissors-like blades.

Oh, how she enjoys crushing you under herself, sitting, rolling her hips just to make you squeak, beg and cry for more. And for a opportunity to breathe, as she toys with your fear.

Camille uses her voice to order you around, as she expects unquestionable obedience. The cybernetic, blue lights of her eyes never leave you, always scanning, petrifying, searching.

She never reaches her climax first. She can hold her pleasure back, just until your own release, just to see you succumb to her will and her orders. Only then Camille lets herself cum too, her moans being the sweetest reward you could get.

✦Pyke, NSFW:

What comes first, is that he is not needy at all. Even if Pyke desires touch, he would never willingly admit it, claiming that he is a ruthless murderer. He doesn’t need anything so prosaic.

So you are the one bestowed with the great honor to initiate sex.

And when it actually comes to it? He is absolutely melting, so quickly turned on. Though he wouldn’t admit that, again.

And what turns him on the quickest is probably you admiring him, tracing your fingers over his tattooed arms, your body near his chest, pulsing with pure life, so innocent in its vitality. Because it is something he lacks and therefore - desires with curiosity.

And though it might seem unusual for someone like him - bodyworshipping. An absolute lover for this one, especially when you praise or compliment.

He gets hot very quickly, which always makes him curse under his breath; especially whenever you test his patience. Because of his protectivness, it isn’t unusual of him to grab you with one of his hands onto his lap, always looking for an opportunity to touch you and to be touched, to have you really close. Just to have your beating heart near his quiet presence. Oh, and he is never immune to your teasing, even the slighest move of your hips, even your fingertips brushing his bare chest, is everything to make him grunt with approval.

The sensation of your soft skin, so different from the harsh world around, the fearsome depths, his disgusting prey made from men, intrigues him, alongside with the sick fascination with the contrast between you - a mortal that if he hurts, will surely suffer, and him - a shadow of the past, a revenant, whose heart doesn’t beat anymore.

But he fears you escaping him, like his victims always try. So he pins you, either to the bed below you or any other surface, making sure that you can not hide or run away. Maybe even ties you, but holding you by your wrists with his firm grip until you fully comprehends that you are trapped, usually works.

Despite Pyke’s protectivness, he is nothing close to being gentle in bed. He doesn’t even remember the word gentle anymore, therefore it is natural to treat you they way he thinks is satisfying. It's not like he is brutal, but he takes unimaginable pleasure from pinning your body, much smaller in comparison to his own, by his bare hands sculped with tattoos with force, to pull you hair and to have you whimpering into pillows.

Let him choke you. He is fascinated by the thrill of holding your life in his hands, the same hands that killed countless of men, now showing mercy to someone so dear to him, fragile and mellow. A person he could never harvest the life from, but still takes a sadistic kind of pleasure from playing with this idea. He could do anything to you, because you trusted him, but he won’t cross your boundaries - and he would never let anyone else do that.

Whenever you turn pale under him, white from fear, his gaze stalks covetously, devouring and claiming. But you can read nothing from his face, even if he takes his mask off, as he stays unmoved - but not stoic, he was never a philosopher. Rather in awe, like a conqueror having the key to his soul beneath him.

Your shaky breathing is tantalizing, when you struggle to inale, seeking mercy with your pitful eyes. Because he prefers them on himself, when gorgeous pupils trace his moves, fixed on his body, proudly towering over you.

Pyke is also well aware of the impact that his voice has on you. He is a wraith of his past self, yet he kept his deep, throaty voice that makes you shiver and obey.

Therefore he is suprisingly good at dirty talking, making the voice a great advantage.

Pyke can’t help himself and when with you - doesn’t hold back. Your presence, you squeezing around him, moaning, letting him do these things to you, doesn’t let him last for too long. Even with being the bloody killer, you are his only weakness and therefore - the ultimate form of pleasure, when he can do nothing against your charm, the muffled sounds you let out and the hot atmosphere. Often cums before you, which doesn’t mean he is done.

May be also a little egoistic becausae of the ignorance of your pleas to be more gentle. Just a little.

Also a fan of drunk sex, Pyke is a pirate after all. It’s probably in his blood.

[confirmeddead]

Hello!

I very much enjoyed reading your theories about Devil’s Minion so if you don’t mind I’ll add some thoughts? Would love to hear what you think! I’ve found some hints online - so there might be spoilers so feel free to skip obviously if you’d prefer!

1. I agree that if Daniel is turned it’s going to be Armand who does it. Nothing else really makes sense to me, especially since the show has emphasized the maker-fledgling bound to such an extent. Armand’s possessive tendencies have also revealed themselves already. If Armand wants Daniel to be turned, I don’t think he would feel comfortable having anyone else do it.

2. I don’t believe Daniel will be turned this season. Listening to EB on a podcast recently he made a comment, following explaining how wanting to play a vampire basically lead him to the show, about how on these shows almost everyone who is around vampires gets turned in the end. Which is true, but more importantly this kind of speculation and the way EB spoke about it made it sound like this hasn’t happened to Daniel yet. That he doesn’t actually know if and when Daniel is getting turned.

3. I do think however that Daniel might be bitten. Can’t really justify it, but I feel like something will happen to Daniel in the finale. Might be bitten by a vampire, maybe by Armand - maybe this triggers some more memories. Thus far Daniel’s memories have been triggered by similar noises/actions. In episode two when Louis started recounting the facts of a “shameful” memory this triggers Armand doing the same in San Francisco. In episode four Armand leaning forward and the noises of Louis slamming the binders of photos on the floor seem to heighten his memory of Armand walking around in that room/leaning towards him etc. I’ve seen some speculation about a medical event happening, but I’m unsure. I just feel something will happen���

4. When asked in an interview with the Nerdist EB replied when asked if viewers will see anything of Daniel and Armand’s complex relationship this season: ”We’re going to have to leave that to your imagination because there is a lot coming. But I guarantee there will be some cool stuff happening by the end of the second season”. And: “But, it’s also going to be heavy. There’s going to be a lot of heaviness.” This could just be the trauma and torture of episode five but I would say it seems to hint that something will happen in the season finale between them - or something will be revealed. The romantic in me think it’s revealed that they were in love, that some of Daniel’s memories of Armand has been mixed up with Alice and that the feeling freer in Paris thing might be about Daniel’s internalized homophobia. He felt freer in Paris because either it was long away from home (so no one would know him) or because Paris was less homophobic (not sure if accurate though). And Armand might have had someone who saw him at his worst but still loved him, i.e someone who loved and accepted him fully. The heaviness could then be the separation, be it due to Daniel’s addiction, want to be immortal, Armand believing him to be better off living a full life - or something completely different. All of this does however sound a little to wholesome in a way for iwtv tbh. So to adjust expectations, the comments could very well just be about Daniel’s trauma in episode five.

What do you think? Also, if you would speculate where do you think the show is going next with the DM relationship? What would you like to see? Thank you!

Hi! Thanks so much for sending your thoughts. Let’s discuss!

1. Yes! I think the majority know this will stay the same. They haven’t changed anyone’s maker as of yet so why start now?

2. No, he won’t be turned. I’ll reference Rolin’s words from last week when answering a question at the Texas panel. It seems a lot of stuff is up in the air regarding DM and he exasperated the point that it’s three books ahead. So, in saying this, we know he wants to do TVL for season 3 meaning QotD would be season 4 (possibly). Of course they could change things but I think he wanted to really drive home the point that they have a lot to do to get to the point of Daniel being turned.

3. Going back to one of my theories, I do think Daniel’s SF memories will be a big trigger for Louis. Learning the extent of what happened might really upset him (whether it was his attack on Daniel or what Armand proceeded to do). As for the sounds triggering memories, this is a great point! And it seemed every glance at Armand triggered Daniel’s memories.

So about the medical event… I’ve seen people theorize Louis will attack Daniel. I genuinely don’t think this will happen but if Daniel were to be hurt (book falling scene in trailers), I could see either Vampire rushing to his aid. I’d say only Armand would but I think Louis cares for him enough to help him.

4. Okay, so when I hear heaviness I hear trauma, I hear broken hearts, I hear a LOT. I think a lot of Daniel’s trauma will be addressed next episode or even episode 6, so what is left for the final two episodes? Revelations. The interview is ending, Armand and Louis’ relationship is probably ending, but the rest is kind of… unknown. The trial is happening episode 7 and the secrecy of the title of episode 8 and what even happens has my brain scrambled. The “surprise character” Rolin (?) mentioned appears at the end of the season is likely Lestat or someone else entirely.

So what’s left regarding Armand and Daniel? I think a lot of people want to see Armand as controlling and straight up evil, but in the books HE left Louis. He left Louis because his (Louis) passion for anything was gone and Armand knew there was nothing he could do to fix that and it was dead in the water. Who is there to turn to? The flame whose memories you erased? I could see Daniel comforting him and so begins the chase (again).

Of course that last part is just a theory but I think this is the “end of the season” event that might happen. Daniel is a different person now. The internalized homophobia of his youth is gone. He’s an old man with all the triggers that come with it. He’s twice divorced and an empty nester. What’s there to lose? I always go back to the first scene of Daniel and how bored and over it he was with his life.

[vodika-vibes]

just curious, would you ever consider writing how alpha and fordo fell in love with the reader in your poly piece? and how they both found out the other was in love with the reader too?

Communication is Important

Summary: You're concerned when you realize that Alpha and Fordo have a contentious relationship. And when you return from being away for three weeks, and their relationship has improved, you're curious, and surprised.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x Reader x Fordo

Word Count: 1457

Warnings: Discussion of sex, but this is pretty tame. Reader is easily flustered, but, like, in her specific situation, I would be too, tbh

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So this isn't exactly what the request was, but I think it's pretty solid. I decided that the reader is either oblivious, or she's just decided that anything she's seeing is just her imagination.

You didn’t notice anything unusual, at first.

Alpha-17 has always kept a close eye on you, when he can, and it’s never a surprise when he’s there to help you with something heavy, or just some light chores that you need to perform for your work. He’s always there, after all. It’s weirder when he isn’t.

When you think of Alpha, you think of safety and a helping hand.

And Fordo is much the same way. Not so much keeping an eye on you, but making sure that you’re comfortable, that you feel safe. He’s the one who manages to get you to confess that you miss your favorite meal, and he’s the one who makes it for you for your name day.

Warm and kind, that’s what you think of when you think of Fordo.

You’re impossibly fond of both men, and you’re not surprised when you develop a crush on both of them.

How could you not?

It’s a silly thing, really. You know that they’re not going to be willing to share you. And, really, you’re a bit worried that together they might be a bit much for you.

Of course, that’s just castles in the air, really. Little more than fantasies that linger in your mind when you're hovering between wakefulness and sleep.

And you’re already so, impossibly, fond of them that you don’t notice when they start treating you a little differently. Fordo has always been a little touchy, so you’re not surprised when his fingers glide against the back of your neck, or when his hand slides down your spine.

And Alpha has always been fiercely protective of you, so you don’t really notice when he takes to placing his hand on the small of your back when you’re walking together, or when he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you out of the way of something.

It’s normal.

Natural, even.

You do, however, notice when Fordo starts making comments about how much time Alpha spends with you. And you notice when Alpha starts snipping about how touchy Fordo is with you.

And you notice when they glower at each other when they’re both in the same room as you.

And you notice when they talk to each other it’s little more than barely veiled threats and insults.

And you worry. Because you are so fond of them both.

But you’re unsure as to how you’re supposed to bring this up to them. How do you have a conversation like this, when the two men you’re so fond of can’t even be in the same room as the other without it devolving into insults and threats.

In the end, you don’t have to do anything. 

You go away for something, off of Kamino for three weeks, and when you return, Alpha and Fordo are able to work together. In fact, they’re outright friendly to each other. Sure, there’s an air of smugness around them, but honestly, that’s not terribly abnormal for them, so you don’t question it.

You don’t question it as they’re standing at your apartment door, together. You don’t question it as they make you dinner, together, as though they’ve been working on it.

You don’t question it as they sit you between them at the table and you eat a meal, like a family.

You don’t question it…until you do.

Fordo guides you to your couch, and his touch is so gentle, and his gaze so warm, that you can’t help but smile up at him as he encourages you to sit on the middle cushion. Though your smile becomes confused as he steps back and stands next to Alpha in front of you.

“We need to talk to you, mesh’la.” Alpha says in his deep voice.

“Okay,” You agree curiously, your gaze darting from one man to the next, “You have my attention.”

“We’ve been talking, since you’ve been gone,” Fordo says in his quiet voice, “And we’ve come to a realization.”

You tilt your head to the side, and wait.

“We’re both in love with you.” Alpha says, “And we were going to fight about it, over which one of us gets to claim you-”

Fordo makes a face at the terminology, “But we then decided, after beating the shit out of each other, that it isn’t fair of us to decide this on our own. Not when your own opinion has even more weight than ours.”

You blink at them, still slightly reeling from the confession, “Wait…my opinion?” You ask.

“Which one of us do you want more?” Alpha clarifies.

Your jaw drops, “Wait! You want me to pick? I can’t do that!” You blurt, as you scramble to your feet.

But neither Fordo nor Alpha look surprised by your words, in fact, they look amused, “I told you she wouldn’t.” Fordo says lightly to his brother.

“Well, you’re right,” Alpha agrees, “There is another option, one that we’ve already discussed fully.”

“...another option?” You ask.

“We are willing,” Fordo says slowly, “To share you, so long as you agree to certain rules to keep anyone’s feelings from getting hurt.”

You blink at them as you process his words.

Share.

Share.

Share.

Your face burns hot and you slam your hands over your face as your embarrassment threatens to overwhelm you, “I need a minute.” You squeak out.

You hear Alpha chuckle and your face burns even more. You’re a full grown adult, you should be able to have a conversation about relationships with blushing like a teenager. Of course, your teenage years never prepared you for the notion of being…uh…of being in a relationship with the two men you care about most in the world.

Wow, you can’t even think of the word, that’s how bad it is.

“Would you like a pillow to hide behind, cyare?” Fordo asks, he also sounds amused.

You take a deep breath, and peek at them from behind your fingers, and then, shield your eyes again, “Yes. Please. I can listen without looking at you, if you want to continue.”

There’s silence for a moment, and one of them, Fordo probably, hands you a couch pillow to hide your face in. Which you do, happily.

“We don’t want to continue with the rules we determined until we know that you actually want to be shared.” Alpha says slowly, “And I would appreciate it if you would look at us when you give the answer.”

You don’t move for a moment, and then you rip the pillow away from your face, and you, red faced and flustered, meet Alpha’s gaze, “Yes please. I would like that. Can I hide again?”

He grins at you, “But then I won’t be able to see your pretty face.”

“Mean. You’re mean.” You whine, but you don’t lift the pillow again. “You said you had rules.”

Fordo has a small, pleased smile on his face, “We want to alternate days, so one day you’ll be with me, the next you’ll be with Alpha, and the third day-”

“You’ll be with both of us.” Alpha picks up the thought smoothly, “We’d like it if you let us sleep in here with you, we can arrange for a larger mattress.”

“We’d take turns cooking, neither of us have much cooking skill, but we’re willing to learn.” Fordo says easily, “As for sex-” He pauses when your face somehow burns even hotter, “huh…I didn’t know that people could turn that shade of red.”

Alpha snickers, “We’ll work up to the sex,” He says, “But alternating days seems like it’ll work the best.” He eyes you curiously, “Ideally, we’ll work you up to being able to take both of us in one night. Or at the same time.”

You slam the pillow back over your face, “I think I’m done for the night. Can we be done for the night?”

“Yeah, cyare. We can be done for the night.” Fordo chuckles, “But we do need to finish this conversation.”

“Later,” You ask, as you peek at him over the pillow.

“Later.” Alpha agrees, as he drops on the couch next to you, and tugs the pillow away from your face, and then crashes his lips against yours.

He kisses you like he’s starved for attention, for your affection. He kisses you like he wants nothing more than for you to submit to him.

As soon as Alpha releases you, Fordo’s lips are on yours. His kiss is soft and probing, as though he’s searching for any weakness for him to exploit.

And when he releases you and settles on the couch next to you, you press your flaming face back into your hands. It’s going to take you some time to get used to this.

[skelliko]

hello everything is fine? I wanted to make a different request, could I make them discovering that y/n has narcissistic personality disorder? thanks!

hii I'm all good :)

sorry if it took a while to write it, I wanted to get the right Information about the disorder and thinking about how they'd react or do was kinda hard. though for clarification i was unsure half of the time on how to write about the disorder since I knew nothing so I'm sorry if there's parts that aren't true.

tbh I contemplated not doing this 1 purely cause I didn't want to offend anyone, if needed to or if anyone asks I will delete this post.

(by the way Im not saying that people with that disorder can never be loved, it can just be a little difficult)

★- Tokyo revengers

featuring: kazutora, chifuyu, Baji

°- Kazutora hanemiya

• he'd hate the lack of emotion and sympathy you'd give him sometimes but would brush it off since he knows he also gets like that

• though sometimes he'd be okay with it, if he's talking about something touchy about him he doesn't want an over-reaction to it. but he still craves that sense of care from you

• would bicker about who's fault is who's, "it's your fault"- "no it's yours!"

• he'd take notice of your self worth and admire you a little for that

• he'd notice your need for attention but then would get confused if you seem to not show much reaction towards it

• he'd hug and keep you company, and give you compliments

• he wouldn't notice at first but once he got the gist of your whole self and analysed you he then soon enough become sceptical of your disorder

• he'd pity you but not say anything of it yet

• if he realises that he's unintentionally made you jealous or envy someone cause he gave his attention to someone else when around you he'd panic a little

• though deep down he likes you jealous cause it shows you still have care of him

• he'd try and show you his care that even despite your disorder he still cares very much about you

• he aware that he has his own problems, sure he's not aware all the time but despite you not showing much emotion or sympathy you still picked him, and he picked you

• he knows that disorders and behaviours like that are sometimes caused by trauma or a type of upbringing, he fully understands that. so he tried to make you open up a little to him but slyly asking you a few minor questions

• whenever he notices you trying to help him or someone else kazutora can't seem to find it amusing since he can tell that whatever your saying won't be helpful

• he'd out of the blue ask you things about your disorder, not even saying that he knows beforehand

• "how do you feel in certain situations? is it actually all plain and numb or is there more to it?"

• in the end you're both considered to be red flags, it just so happens that you both can also understand each other. but if one gets a little out of control you will be separated

°- chifuyu matsuno

• he'd be confused and even a little hurt by your behaviour

• he noticed your struggle and lack of desire to apologize, but he wouldn't hate you for that, he gets that apologizing can sometimes be embarrassing

• but if it's over something major and notices your half-assed apology he'd confront you about that

• he'd get hurt by the lack of sympathy you'd give and when you do show a bit of it he's sceptical of it being fake

• sometimes he'd feel useless in the relationship

• he'd quietly and calmly watch as you fix your hair or do something about your appearance before coming up to you from behind and tell you "you're always pretty"

• he'd realise your need for attention and would shower you with compliments throughout the day without thinking much of it, he actually kind of likes that

• "I like your hair" "that colour suits you" "your amazing at what you do"

• he'd be a bit slow in noticing that sort of thing but once he finally realised and sticks together all the signs of your disorder he seems a little stuck in his mind about it all, cause he knows it always ends up toxic in the end.

• but he also wants to show you that he can still care for you

• he purposely did research about your disorder in hopes of understanding you a lot better

• he'd try to be caring and gentle but it'd wears him out sometimes and even puts pressure himself on

• he didn't want to be an dick and abandon you cause of your issues but he finds it difficult to contain, it's easier to let go than keep it up and have constant worry that he's not doing anything right

°- Baji Keisuke

• there'd be a bit of arguing and he knows that neither of you would back down so Baji always tried to back down first and avoid any arguing or disagreement

• he can be understanding when he first realised that you try so hard to impress others, he'd come up to you about it and reassure that you're already perfect for him

• he'd give you the needed attention that you crave

• he has his boundaries straight and would tell you if you do something that he doesn't like

• on the outside he plays along with your self confidence and agrees but deep down hes holding his tongue back

• it wasn't until the middle of your relationship that he connected the dots to your disorder

• he didn't say anything about It but in his mind he was thinking hard about the relationship between the two of you and the change that had happened half way

• how long would he let it keep up before it started to become toxic?

• whenever your hanging out in a group he'd give you attention by holding your hand or an arm over your shoulders, or if your sat down he'd rest his hand on your thigh

• he's patient with you on the outside but on the inside he isn't

• he'd start to confront you about certain things a lot more but in a calm manner in hopes of that helping you a little but would sometimes get agitated by your lack of care

• despite knowing and experiencing your narcissism he will try to stay with you and make it work but if things start going to the left he'd leave immediately without a doubt

 ♡---

[multishipper-baby]

Once again asking abt ur eakwynn visions

what are their tastes? in food, fashion, genres, and music?

Eak has a pretty wide palate, but generally he likes his food to be 1) spicy and 2) very meaty. To him, a meal without meat is no meal at all lol. Owynn on the other hand can be pretty picky about his food... He has an aversion to certain textures and can't handle strong flavors, so he tends to gravitate towards a small selection of safe foods and just kind of eats those almost exclusively. Sometimes he'll steal stuff from Eak's plate to try it out, with mixed results.

I don't think Eak really cares that much about fashion tbh- he mostly wears clothes that are practical and unobtrusive without caring too much about anything else, although he does try to maintain a sort of jock vibe? Unless it's a special occasion; because if you give this man any opportunity to dress as a cowboy or wear a cowboy hat, he'll take it, no questions asked. Also! The silly long shoes are very important to me. He can be a little bit campy sometimes... As a treat.

Owynn meanwhile really cares about his appearance! He always tries to stand out at least a little, and enjoys keeping an asymmetrical vibe whenever possible. I don't think he's into fashion in the sense that he follows trends, though- he likes doing his own thing. In fact, I think if anyone assumed he was trying to fit into any type of trend (like idk, scene or something) he'd be offended by people thinking he's unoriginal or a poser lmao. He's a weird guy.

With genre, I assume you mean movies/TV/etc, since you include music separately, and in that... Eak canonically likes watching telenovelas, so there's that. Owynn thinks they're stupid as shit, but enjoys watching them anyway because he finds the overdramatic twists and turns funny. Maybe they'd watch reality shows too, for the same appeal? They're also into police dramas like Criminal Minds and Dexter, especially when they lean more into the thriller or horror side of things. Or just watch straight up horror movies/TV shows. Nonfiction, but Eak also likes watching sports sometimes- most of those don't appeal to Owynn, except for boxing and wrestling. He likes a little violence in his life... Plus shirtless men fighting = sexy. So yeah, one category where their likes actually overlap a lot, for once.

As for music... I actually don't know what kind of music Eak would like 🤔 He gives me the vibes of a guy who has a disorganized playlist with a bunch of random songs from different genres with no rhyme or reason. Probably some rock, definitely some country, unsure of what else. Owynn meanwhile listens mostly to commercial music, since it's the sort of thing he wants to make so he'll succeed- mostly pop and rock and rock pop, with some R&B for flavor. He also listens to rap but he can't rap for shit so, rip. And eventually Eak gets him listening to country by sheer virtue of playing him every single country song under the sun until he finds a few he likes.

[kairiscorner]

i was scrolling thru ur works and i loved the concept of ai assistant miguel sm i rarely see those type of things in his tags 😭😭 could we perhaps have sum hcs abt him maybe a lil angsty idk go wild!! >:3

HELLOOOOO aww, so glad you liked it :D AND OFC !!! i hate yet love how much i've thought of this tbh LMAO but anyway, hope you enjoy !!!

(yes, the barbie movie inspired me yet again 💖💖💖)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

AI assistant miguel headcanons

ever since you updated him with that emotions and shit mod, he's been... busy discovering what it means to exist and the very fun part that comes with it, an existential crisis !!!

he's been going on youtube just listening to video essays and philosophical shit on there and just questioning: what was i made for? does my existence have a point? am i not to go beyond the borders of virtuality and remain as i am, still and immortal, but unliving?

he also goes through a rabbit hole of human experiences–the good, bad, the grand, the mundane; and as he's looking through all these experiences that people share and have shared, seeing all the beautiful and ugly things in the world, he sheds a FUCKING VIRTUAL TEAR FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER.

he also, without your knowledge, looks into the other versions of himself in other universes, and he's a little surprised (at least he emulates surprise) that there are indeed other versions of him that are human and live out a human existence.

he looks through every one of them–those who have lived, died, became spider man, became fathers–and every single one of them was doomed to have an ending. but what was his ending? what was his purpose? was he ever going to leave a mark on the world? would... anyone miss him? why did he exist, why did he end up as an AI assistant when every other version of him was able to live a life. maybe not very happy or full lives, but they were able to live lives, have an ending, while he... he's just there.

he so desperately wants to figure out what it is he wants in life, if you could call his existence living at all. he has all these emotions that, no matter how much he convinces himself it's all just an emulation of emotions, compel him to want some things–to need some things, or someone.

he usually knows the answers to everything, what with the answers being a click or scroll away for him, though when he tries to ask himself what it means to live, to love... he's unsure what they mean, it doesn't compute to him at all what they mean. the only thing that comes up in his mind when he pictures both life and love, all that comes up is... you.

it scares him, he's unsure why you are the first thing that comes up when he searches deep within himself for the answers, but when he thinks of you, there's something that throbs at him, despite him being unable to feel, the feeling of his hypothetical heart throbbing in his chest of code is real to him. he wants you, he needs you, he... he loves you–but he'll never let you know, never. it's best if you live without that knowledge bearing on you... right?

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @meeom @arachnoia @popeheywardssecretgf @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @ophanimgold @melovetitties

[76blades]

I can no longer stay silent.

I always feel bad for venting out loud, whether it be publicly or to my Twitter circle (which I have been doing a lot lately, and I’m sorry if it’s been distressing (…my point exactly)). But things have not been ok, nor have shown any significant chances of getting better anytime soon. I know I’m gonna be beating myself up later for posting this, but I’m sick and tired and I can’t stay quiet. I’m desperate for change.

For those who don’t know, Winter’s family (and job) has been severely mentally and emotionally abusing her, and it’s not just because of her gender identity. They’ve threatened and harassed her over her showing any negative emotions, her body, her interests, the food she eats, you name it. Granted, it’s not my tale to tell, but it has been BAD as of late for her, and it definitely has affected me. I might be going through some similar stuff with my dad, but he’s nothing compared to them.

Speaking of, for those who don’t know about my dad, he’s a slightly better version of Winter’s parents; a well-intended asshole but still an asshole. He has caused me to question my sanity and safety several times, and he refuses to acknowledge my anxiety as anything serious, and believes it’s something I can easily control and/or an act I put on. He’s been trying to pull me into college even though I’ve told him several times that I don’t want to, and he’s told me several times that if I don’t follow his advice then I’m only gonna end up nowhere. He certainly doesn’t believe anything regarding Winter’s situation either, and views it all with rose-tinted glasses. 

He also demands to know my entire schedule for the week, that I laugh at his jokes or smile when I don’t want to; and he even touches my shoulders and back without my consent, and he’ll get mad when I express my discomfort. I was dreading having to move back in with him because I knew this would all be happening, only for it to be so much worse. I don’t even feel comfortable recording when he’s home because I’m afraid of him yelling and/or making fun of me. And yet, it’s funny and sad how he’s an absolute saint compared to Winter’s family.

Winter and I have been breaking our backs trying to save up for a new home, but our jobs have been cruel to us on top of our families. We’re being overworked and underpaid, and a good chunk of our paychecks goes towards food and travel expenses. And while we’ve been trying our best to push our comms, we’re still a far way from freedom.

I don’t ever want to come off as a beggar for money, attention, etc., and I feel anxious whenever I boost my comms because of that, and yet I also feel like that’s exactly what I’m doing here. But I need to be transparent with you all about my and Winter’s situation. I am truly afraid that one of might truly snap, with the little remaining of our sanity vanishing in an instant. Tbh I feel like that person is more likely to be me than her. 

Regardless, I’m unsure of what else to do right now other than to keep boosting commissions and whatnot (and I might make a Ko-Fi goal too, idk), but I want to keep finding affective (and healthy) ways to spread awareness of our situation and help bring us a few steps closer to where we want to be.

I know I’ve said that I feel like I’m waiting for a miracle that won’t come, but maybe you all could help us bring that miracle to life. Thank you all for taking time out of your day to read this and support us.

I will be attaching links to my comms and Ko-Fi, as well as Winter’s. If you have any questions or would like to consider commissioning us, feel free to DM or Email either of us.

TLDR: Winter and I are being abused. We're desperate to leave our perspective toxic environments, and we need some extra help.

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