#and now I’m too tired to explain the rest and idk why I’m doing this anyway haha

[pizzaqueen]

Not sure I’m going to end up having time to write my Halloween fic after all 😞

[dollfacefantasy]

Restless Dreams

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: leon gets home late after another hard day at work to you having some extra sweet dreams.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, fingering, somnophilia, wet dream

word count: 3.6k

a/n: hey everyone!! hope you all enjoy this :) i guess i've been into soft leon with somno lately idk LOL. i was kind of tired myself when writing/editing this, so forgive any errors pretty please. new divider from here. thank you for any comments and reblogs <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus

“So what time do you think you’re gonna get here?” you ask before blowing on the drying polish that coats your nails.

“My shift finishes up at 12, and then I gotta file some reports. I’ll probably be done at 1, so not too long after that,” Leon explains through the phone. Despite his attempt to lay it out for you, there’s still a pause, one he came to recognize as your reaction of displeasure. A smile plays on his lips. “But you know the real answer is as soon as I can.”

You look down at your phone on your vanity, a pout forming on your face. Obviously, it wasn’t his fault he had to work so much now. He’d warned you when he started at the police station a few months ago, but it didn’t prepare you for how much you’d miss him.

It made you feel dumb, that nagging, achy feeling of longing in your chest. It wasn’t like he was off to war or something. You still saw him almost everyday. But more and more of his time was consumed by work now. Even when he was with you, he was often exhausted. 

Sometimes all you could think about his new job was that he was your boyfriend, not theirs. You’d mentally scold yourself for being so immature when that happened, but the sentiment still lingered in your head.

“Ok…” you say, trying to keep your voice neutral. He hears the dejection in your tone though.

“Baby,” he coos in that voice that sent warmth through your spine and got you to agree with everything he said, “You know I’d rather be with you. I’m just new and have to take the time to learn. Plus, with the caseload and the number of officers here, they need me at the station.”

“I need you more,” you say. You try to pass it off as playfulness, but it comes from real feelings. Your heart was beginning to tense with resentment for the RPD for taking him away so much. You knew the job meant a lot to him though which is why you would never unleash your admittedly petty frustrations.

A low laugh leaves him, and you can hear that loving smirk on his face as his voice comes through your phone’s speaker.

“Do you now? You’re really missing me that much?” he teases, leaning back in the driver’s seat of his cruiser. 

He knew that you did in fact miss him that much. And even though, since starting at the police station, he tried to project the image of a tough guy, he missed you just as much. That’s why he started calling you during lulls in his shift.

“Mhm. It’s not fair. It’s like I’m sharing you with the station. And I don’t like sharing,” you say with an exaggerated huff.

“Oh, I know you don’t,” he chuckles. He sighs happily, checking the time to calculate how much time was left before he could have you in his arms again. “But not much longer, baby. Then you get me all to yourself for the whole weekend.”

“I better,” you grumble with a smile.

“I promise you will,” he says genuinely. A light on his dashboard flickers, alerting him that his attention is needed elsewhere. “Just don’t stay up too late waiting for me tonight, ok? Your rest is important.”

“Seeing you is more important,” you respond.

“I know, but I prefer my girl when she’s not all cranky and sleep deprived. So try tonight, sweetheart. For me?” he asks.

“I guess,” you concede. Your heart already aches, knowing he’s about to hang up.

“I love you, baby,” he says softly, “I’ll see you later.”

“I love you too,” you tell him before he disconnects the call.

The silence that falls over your room makes it feel even more empty. You tap the glass screen of your phone, scanning for the time before you finish getting ready for bed. Your mouth curves downward when the numbers light up on the screen.

Only 10:30. Too much time till you’ll hear him come through your front door, but it’s not like you can do anything about it. You haphazardly go through the rest of your routine before dragging yourself over to your bed and getting in.

Sliding between the soft pink sheets, you flop down against your pillow and stare at the ceiling as you contemplate how to kill the time. Nothing grabs your interest because none of it’s him. It’s all just filler.

And worst of all, you were starting to feel sleepy. You wanted to wait up for Leon so badly, but you also went through a whole day of your own that tired you out. Plus, your bed was just so comfy with your plush blankets and full pillows, stuffed animals and frilly decorative cushions scattered on one side.

Thinking it would help to keep your eyes actively focused on something, you try to read. Your eyes scan over the words, and it isn’t long before you realize you’d made a horrible mistake. Moving your eyes along the page only made them more drowsy.

Next you turn on the tv and put on something you didn’t really have to pay attention to. But the soft glow of the tv casts across you and the low chatter of the characters becomes background noise, making it even harder for you to keep your eyes open.

You lazily reach across your bed and grab the bunny stuffie Leon had bought for you a few weeks prior. Tucking it beneath your chin and close to your chest, your drooping eyes fall shut and your breaths become soft and even. Barely any time has gone by before you’re sinking into slumber.

Leon glances down at his phone, the small numbers illuminating 2:04 in the darkness of the hallway. He enters your place with the key you gave him and shuts the door as quietly as possible. He knows you’re sleeping from seeing the dark bedroom. Already feeling guilty for taking longer than he’d expected, he didn’t want to add to that feeling by waking you up.

He makes his way to your room, padding silently down the hall. Once he reaches the door, he pushes it open with almost no force in an attempt to avoid even the slightest creak. You’re where he expected you to be, curled up in your bed, completely peaceful as you slept. He knew he probably looked like a little lovesick puppy right about now, eager to hop into bed and snuggle up to your side, but he didn’t care.

It takes him no time to shed his police uniform. He makes quick work of unlacing his boots and kicking them off. His pants and shirt crumple up at the foot of your bed next to his belt and socks. Finally, once he’s got on a pair of sweatpants he kept at your place, he climbs into bed with you.

He shoves your stuffies and extra pillows out of his way with a playful roll of his eyes and gets as close to you as he can. His arm drapes over you, and he nuzzles the back of your neck, planting a few kisses on the base of your head. You smelled so good, felt so soft, perfect to come home to.

His body melts into the mattress, and he’s ready to give into his own urges to sleep. That is until he notices you’re not as peaceful as you appeared from the doorway. His eyebrows raise as he feels your legs squirming. Restless movements from your feet beneath the covers and your thighs shifting aimlessly against each other.

He’s ready to brush it off at first. ‘Must just be having some wild dreams,’ he thinks with another kiss to your head. But then he hears the faintest sound, so quiet that he probably would have missed it had he been focused on anything else. It’s a whimper. A gentle, tender squeak that slips from between your lips into the cool air of your bedroom.

Now, his face conveys his concern. He worries you’re having a nightmare. That at any moment you’ll wake up with tears in your eyes and your heart pounding out of your chest. Immediately, he begins stroking your arm, kissing your temple, murmuring “It’s ok, baby. I’m here.”

But you make that little noise again, and this time it paints a different picture in Leon’s head. This whimper didn’t sound scared or stressed, like you were crying out for his protection. No, this sound brought to mind images of you writhing beneath him, nails marking his biceps with small crescents as he pumped himself in and out of you.

He shakes his head because that couldn’t be it. That’s just his horny mind creating things that aren’t there from being so pent up.

At least that’s what he tells himself until you make the noise again. It brings the same memories up, but this time he’s even more sure of it. He lifts his head off of yours to look down at you and try to figure out what to do next.

You look so cute, brows slightly furrowed, lips parted. As he brushes some hair from your face, he notices your fingers clutching your stuffed rabbit a little tighter. Your breath hitches for a moment before you let out a soft, sleepy whine of his name.

It’s unmistakable now what’s going on. He smirks and traces a finger over your lips. The pad of his index finger drags on your bottom lip slightly, turning your mouth into that pout he loved so much. He leans and kisses your cheek as you whine again.

“Please.”

He chuckles at how needy you sound even in your sleep, but at the same time, your voice has blood rushing to his cock while his head swirls with desire. He shifts his own hips, subtly pressing his erection against your ass. His eyes flutter at the minute pleasure. He grows more bold, and his hand rubs your hip before coasting up your side to your chest, giving your breast a gentle squeeze.

You whimper louder and squirm. He squeezes again softly while lowering his head to your neck to lay some tender kisses on the side of your throat. His palm leaves your tits and smooths down over your tummy in the direction of your shorts.

Cautiously, he maneuvers his hand past the waistband and dips into your panties. He cups your pussy, feeling the heat radiating off the area. A single finger slides between your folds in almost an exploratory touch. He feels your slick all over his digit. Clearly, this dream was a pretty good one.

He begins to use another finger, sliding the two up and down through your wetness. You roll onto your back, your breasts rising and falling as your breath gets heavier. Your thighs spread a little as if you subconsciously sensed his presence between your legs.

In your dreams, Leon was doing a lot more than rubbing you with his fingers. After you had fallen asleep, it felt like no time had passed. All of the sudden you were just on the table in your dining room, spread out for his rapture. 

You didn’t realize you were dreaming, everything felt so real. To you, he was really there, looking down at you with those loving yet lecherous eyes. Hands roaming your exposed body, lips caressing your skin all over. Everything seemed light and airy while also feeling heavy and thick. Your head, filled with clouds, slipped in and out of the moment. The sensation of him rutting his cock between your thighs and sliding inside of you was your reality at the moment.

In actual reality, Leon continues to move his fingers slowly, swiping them over your entrance and taking them back up to circle your clit. You mewl when he applies some pressure, sending sparks through you. Your squirming becomes more motivated, and he can tell your drifting away from your restful sleep back toward consciousness.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice huskier with arousal this time around.

You hear his voice in your dreams. The deep rumble enters your ears as you envision his hips pistoning into your wanting cunt. You mumble something in response, but he can’t understand the sleepy babbling. He rubs your clit a little harder with some more speed. You twitch in response, yet your eyes remain closed.

“I know, baby. I know it feels so good,” he coos and kisses behind your ear.

More incoherent words fall from your mouth. He sucks love bites into your neck, and you tilt your head back, craving more of that feeling. The dream version of him began mimicking the actions of the real Leon as you neared waking.

Whining louder, your fingers dig into the smooth fur of your plush bunny before letting it go. He nips at the sensitive skin of your throat as his fingers travel down and push inside your heat.

The feeling rips a moan from you and causes your eyes to open. Your back arches as he works them deeper. Your hips wriggle a little as you make sense of what’s happening.

“Leon?” you whimper. Your sleepy eyes struggle to stay open after being torn from the fog of sleep.

“That’s right, baby. It’s just me. You were having some nice dreams, weren’t you, pretty girl?” he says.

“Mhm,” you hum mindlessly.

“About me?” he teases, eyes watching your body fidget with the pleasure you felt.

“About you,” you confirm before he leans down and kisses your lips. They were so soft against his own. He slowly moves his mouth with yours and languidly slides his tongue against yours.

You moan into the kiss as his fingers curl within you and hit your favorite spot. Your feet lightly kick at the sensation. Your hips rise a little as you feel the flood gates holding your release about to break.

You’re too sleepy to tell him out right, but he knows the signs. He keeps working you there until your body seizes and arches off the bed. You let out a throaty moan and turn your head to bury your face against his shoulder.

“There you go. Let it all out, sweetheart,” he whispers and kisses your head.

You ride out the high on his hand, and by the time you’re done, you’re ready to fall asleep again. Your mind is hazy with the fog of release. You’re drifting off as your body settles without even realizing it.

You’re only yanked back to reality by Leon scooping you up into his lap. He’s sitting with his back to the headboard, and he situates you between his thighs, back against his chest. His arms keep you caged in nice and close, safe and warm.

“Don’t fall asleep again just yet, babydoll,” he murmurs while kissing up your neck.

Your head lolls back against his shoulder. The fight to stay awake gets a little easier as his hand returns to your soaked panties. He doesn’t tease this time, just slides in two fingers and starts moving them in and out.

The new angle makes you squirm and whine, but he holds you tight in place with his free arm.

“Gotta work you open, honey. Can’t just slide my dick in you with no warm up,” he says with a smirk.

His voice pulls you towards lucidity a little more. Your hands wrap around his free arm for support while your hips instinctively roll into his blissful touch.

“I missed you,” you choke out between gasps and whimpers.

“I know you did,” he teases, grinning against your throat. His cock throbs against the small of your back as his ears latch onto the sound of your slick around his fingers. “Came home to cuddle with my sweet girl, and I find her having such dirty dreams.”

Your cheeks heat up as you start to piece together what had happened. You fully realize now that your escapade on the kitchen table was entirely in your mind. You feel embarrassed for a moment, but the feeling dies pretty quick as you rapidly approach the edge for a second time.

“Not my fault,” you whimper shyly.

He chuckles and kisses your temple once more. “I know it’s not. If anything, it’s mine. I think I’ve been neglecting my baby,” he says with a mocking lilt in his voice.

You cry out as his fingers brush against those same spots that brought you to the finish last time. Your hips twitch, and you grip his thighs as your peak rises within you. Moments later your cumming all over his fingers, sucking in a harsh breath as a second release courses through you, even more intense then the last.

His free arm keeps you secure against his chest while rubbing your side soothingly. The heel of his other palm roughly massages your clit as his fingers pump in and out.

“Good girl,” he coos, “That’s it, just one more and then I can put you to sleep how you deserve.”

As soon as you seem to be coming down, Leon lifts you up again, tugging your clothes off and moving your body around like a doll to get you in the position he wants. You were definitely more pliant after two orgasms, but you could also see how his training had been paying off. Maybe this new job wasn’t all bad.

He has you on your back now, thighs against your chest and knees hooked over his arms. Again, he had no patience to tease right now, so after pushing his sweats down to mid thigh, he takes his cock and slides it in you with no hesitation. He groans as your hole takes him in, your walls pulsing around him even after he bottoms out.

“So wet. I can just slide right in,” he mumbles as his own hips twitch.

Your eyes droop at the stretch. It always felt so satisfying, having him buried balls deep in you. As close as he could possibly be. No fear of him leaving or pain of being separated. You whine and reach up to pull him closer.

He follows along and rests his face against your neck as he begins thrusting. You hear him panting right in your ear. His hands grip your hips so hard you know there’ll be marks.

“Perfect pussy’s made for me,” he grunts while snapping his hips, “Miss it every second I’m not inside it.”

You nod lazily as you continue to clamp down around him. After two releases, you didn’t even feel a building ecstasy anymore, just a constant stream of pleasure.

“Leon,” you whine, “Harder. Wanna feel it.”

He moans at your plea but indulges you, grabbing you harder, pressing your legs higher, filling you deeper.

“Wanna be sore after, don’t you, sweetheart? Want a reminder of me while I’m at work. Something to tide you over till I can do this again. Won’t have to rely on dreams then, right?” he says.

“Yeah,” you whimper. Your bed creaks as he picks up the pace, but your moans mask the sound as they grow in volume.

He fucks into you over and over, stoking the flames within himself, trying to build to that explosion. You were so tight, so warm. He hums another low moan and whimpers softly as he feels it right there. He gasps softly before holding you tighter and muttering in your ear.

“Ready for another one, honey? Gonna be the last one and then we’ll get you comfy and off to sleep.”

“Yeah,” you moan again, unable to say much else.

“Good… good girl,” he moans before his hips buck wildly and he finally releases.

You finish for a third time. You cling to him tight as the euphoria washes over you again. Locking your legs around his hips, you keep your face pressed to the warm skin of his neck as it goes through you. You feel the hot flood of cum he fucks into you. His chest is heaving now too as he recovers from the high.

He stays on top of you for a moment before pulling out. You cling harder upon losing that full feeling. He smiles at your desire to be close to him and gives you one more kiss before sitting up.

“So sweet to me, baby. I hope that made up for the late night,” he whispers and strokes your hair.

“It did,” you say with a nod. Your eyes were already shutting again, ready to go back to sleep after being fucked so good.

He looks at you with all the love in the world as he pulls his sweats up. He then helps you pull your panties and shirt back on, trying to laugh at your sleepy, half-assed movements.

After that, he gets you all tucked in next to him, snuggled up in his arms like he originally intended. He even grabs that stuffed bunny he got you and fits it close to you in case you want it.

“Get some rest, honey. You need it,” he whispers while rubbing your back.

“Mhm,” you respond tiredly, “You too. You’re all mine for the weekend, and I don’t want you tired out the whole time.”

“Alright, but I’m gonna be tired out if we do some more of that again tomorrow,” he jokes. He pulls you close to him and shuts his eyes, nestling his head against yours and settling in to rest.

That puts a smile on your face and you nuzzle him once more before letting yourself fall asleep for the night.

[fruitsoxs]

I just read the jealousy drably you posted and I already really enjoy your writing! I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort and I was wondering if we could get a part 2 of sorts with comforting and loving Vash after realizing the situation made him a bit upset/ jealous. Whether you write it or not, I can’t wait to see your further work 👍

i decided to throw these two requests together!

Part 1

pairings: vash x reader , wolfwood x reader

warnings: a bit of angst, vash cries, wolfwood is kind of a jerk

notes: yeah- part 2 so soon for you babes. ily all! he one bed trope is kinda weak here so i think i might write another drabble or fic later because I love that trope. also is this a little too long to be a drabble? idk

Vash

Your eyes flicker to the man beside you for a moment. He’s not looking at you- no his eyes are conveniently tracing every other thing in this room but you. His blue eyes refuse to land on you, no matter how much you try to intercept his vision. You briefly wonder how long he can look at the same lamp before getting bored, but your sarcastic thoughts are cut short when he finally speaks up.

“I’ll switch with Meryl-” Vash says suddenly causing your eyes to widen in confusion. 

What is going on with him? 

Sure this room only has one bed. Yeah it’s a little awkward, but it’s never been such a big problem before. In fact, you have been traveling with Vash for so long that it has happened multiple times before and has never been this big of a deal! You thought the two of you were close enough that something this small wouldn’t matter- but apparently you were wrong.

Actually, Vash has been acting like this for a little over a week now. He’s been avoiding your gaze, not talking to you, and even refusing to joke around like he once did. Every time you try to approach him, it feels like he’s putting up this wall to keep you away. Even the others have started to notice. Wolfwood has been giving the two of you curious glances, and he’s kinda bad at picking up on that stuff.

You’re honestly starting to get tired of it- he’s given you no explanation about why he’s suddenly distant, and it’s beginning to really hurt. You aren’t just close with him, you’re pretty much in love with him. You have been for a long time- and while you don’t mind staying friends, it hurts more than anything to have him push you away this far.

“Don’t bother.” You finally answer after a moment of silence. “They won’t switch with either of us- they did this on purpose.” You explain throwing your bag into the corner of the room. Vash flinches at this- and you sighand take a deep breath. 

Another awkward silence fills the room, and you find yourself staring at him as he avoids your gaze again. His eyes shoot over to you for only half a second before they go back to that stupid lamp. A deep anger starts to bubble up in your chest. You don’t like getting mad at him. You barely ever do. But right now? He’s hurting you. Every time he looks away, every time he ignores you, it makes your heart sting.

You can’t even think of a reason why he’s doing this! It all started a week ago after a night at the bar. You went to grab everyone some drinks, and when you came back Vash was gone. When you asked, Wolfwood just shrugged and told you he went to bed. After that? Nothing.

“Which side do you want?” You ask, trying desperately to get anything out of him. Vash just shrugs. “I’ll take the floor.” He says without even turning to you.

Your heart sinks. What have you done? You don’t understand. 

“What is going on with you?” You suddenly ask, a little angrier than you mean to be. You can see a change in his body immediately. He goes rigged- tense. “What do you mean?” He asks. You sigh and slump down onto the bed- resting your head in your hands. “You’ve been quiet- too quiet. Every time I try to talk to you, you find some excuse to walk away. You won’t sit next to me in the car. You refuse to even look at me-” You cut yourself off, feeling tears threaten to spill from your eyes. “What did I do?”

He looks over at you with wide eyes. It’s the first time he’s looked at you in days, and now you can see that something is very wrong. His eyes are dark- his face is pale. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days. 

Oh.

You’re so stupid. All this time you’ve been so hurt by him ignoring you, you haven’t really paid attention to him. This isn’t about you, or maybe it is, but there’s obviously something deeper happening here. There’s something really wrong.

“You didn’t do anything. I-” He starts to explain- but can’t seem to get it out. He turns away from you again. “It’s me.” He finally concludes. In the moonlight from the window you can see his shoulders shake slightly. 

“Oh Vash…” You immediately get up and reach out for his arm, he doesn’t stop you. You grab him and pull him close, hugging him tightly. “What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t hug you back for a second- his body stiff. Eventually though, his arms wrap around you and he pulls you close. The hug feels normal- like you’ve done it a thousand times before. And to be fair- you have. 

“The other day at the bar…that guy was flirting with you.” Vash murmurs, and your eyes widen. That silly random doctor? He was a bit funny yes- but you only were talking to him because you felt a little cornered. You don’t even remember what that guy looks like. “I saw you laughing- and I just got so jealous.” 

Your heart flutters softly. He was jealous?

“And…I just kept thinking that I have no right to feel that way. I have no right to think of you that way. Everyone around me always gets hurt, and I don’t want you to get hurt.” He’s crying as he explains this, light tears dripping from his cheeks onto your shoulder. “But I can’t help but be selfish. You’re more than my best friend I…” he trails off choking up. “I love you.”

You feel your breathing stop for a moment. The room goes eerily quiet. The onlys pounds you can hear are his soft sobs, and your heartbeat. You tighten your hold on him, so he can’t even try to pull away. “I…I love you  too.” You admit softly.

“But-”

“No. I love you too. You can’t…you can’t do this to yourself. You can’t force yourself to be isolated from the world. I don’t want you to push me away- I don’t care what your reasoning is.” You cling to him as you speak. “I want to be by your side. Please let me.” You beg softly.

His arms tighten around you too, and he shoves his face into your hair, still crying quietly. You rub his back with your hand, and murmur soft words into his skin until he calms down. Soon, the two of you are just holding each other in the moonlight. 

“Okay.” is all he says, pulling away. He’s smiling down at you through red eyes, and it’s the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen. “I promise, I won’t push you away ever again.”

You reach your hand up to his cheek, and he turns his face to kiss your palm lightly. The two of you stare at each other for a second. “I’ll take the left side.” he breaks the moment with a playful grin and you giggle.

The rest of the night is spent cuddling and talking about your feelings. The only tears shed after that are happy tears.

Wolfwood

Despite having a romantic dance at a random bar (and yes, Wolfwood is a surprisingly good dancer) the next day things go back as they always are. Actually, things feel a little bit worse even. After weeks of trying to break down Wolfwood’s ridiculously high walls, you were finally granted a pleasant evening in his arms- only to immediately be cussed at for sitting a little too close to him in the car the next day.

It’s not like you were sitting on his lap either! All you did was softly press your leg up against his, because Vash was once again thrashing in his sleep- and he pushed you over and grumbled for you to get back in your own fucking seat. Charming right? 

Things kept getting worse after that. You two started bickering more. You both started to refuse to talk to each other at some point, forcing poor Vash to be your messenger(he was not a fan of telling you to fuck yourself for Wolfwood). You even got into a tiny argument over directions, that resulted into a bigger argument about how utterly useless you are. (Which definitely did not make you cry that night)

The others in the group were starting to get really fed up with the two of you. 

Which is how you ended up here- standing in the hallway to your tiny hotel room with Wolfwood staring at you from the doorway. He looks over to the single bed in the room, and glares at you. “This is my room.” he says matter of factly, putting his Punisher down against the wall. 

“No, I’m pretty sure this is my room.” you respond, crossing your arms.

“One second.” He huffs disappearing out into the hallway. You wait a moment, staring at where he once was with a frown. When he comes back he looks like he’s considerably more angry. “Apparently- it’s our room.” He mumbles shoving past you. 

Your eyes widen a bit, but you’re not as surprised as you should be. Meryl is sneaky when she wants to be.

There’s some shuffling behind you, and you turn to see Wolfwood grabbing some pillows and throwing them on the ground. He’s got a look on his face that’s not quite a frown. It actually looks more anxious than anything. It makes your own anger fall. 

“What are you doing?” You ask tilting your head as he messes with his floor pillows. “I’m sleeping on the ground.” he tells you, looking up for only a split second. You notice that there’s a sucker in his mouth that’s almost completely gone- it’s his second one in the past hour. He must be stressing over something.

“No you’re not.” You sigh and lean down to pick up his pillows. He catches your wrist softly, stopping you. “Yes I am.” he argues back. His grip is nothing short of respectful, so soft that you actually don’t even think of pulling away. “No, I won’t let you.” you shoot back, making him roll his eyes.

“What’re you gonna do? Force me to sleep on the bed?”

“Actually yeah- I am.”

“Oh? And how are you gonna do that Angel?”

The nickname makes you perk up a bit. It’s been a couple of days since he called you that. Maybe this means the stick up his ass is finally gone?

“Just sleep in the damn bed Wolfwood-”

“I don’t want to-” He growls, glaring at you once again. His look seems to say ‘Stop pushing me’, but you’ve never been so good at obeying warnings. So you grab his pillow and yank it away from the floor. “Too bad!” You yell, trying to throw the stupid thing back onto the bed. He stops you by yanking the pillow back towards him.

The two of you stop and glare at each other, both holding onto the pillow like children. The stare off goes on until you finally give up, sighing. “Look, if you don’t want to sleep next to me that bad- I’ll sleep on the floor.” You mumble, your chest suddenly feeling very tight.

“That’s not it…”

“ Don’t argue with me. You carry around that stupidly big cross all day- wait what?”

Your eyes meet his, and he looks down at the floor. There’s a hint of a blush on his cheeks, so faint you can barely see it. “I said that’s not it. It’s not that I don’t wanna sleep next to ya…” He lets go of the pillow with a sigh, and fishes into his pocket to pull out a cigarette. In silence, he places it into his mouth and lights it.

“Then what’s the problem?” You ask a little confused. If that’s not what his issue is then what is it? Does he think you don’t want to? You’ve made it pretty clear that you wouldn’t mind! So what’s his deal?

“The problem is....” He starts looking at you as he breathes some smoke out. “I want to.” 

Your breath hitches in your throat as you look at him. “Oh.” is all you can say as your cheeks flush red. He wants to? He wants to sleep with you? He wouldn’t be this upset if he meant platonically right? He’s definitely hinting at something right? His cheeks are a bit red too

“Me too…” you finally admit after. He laughs at your words and runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah I figured. You were pretty aggressive about getting me into bed.” He mumbles playfully leaning down to pick up the pillow, and throws it over onto the bed. You can’t help but feel the corners of your mouth twist upward.

After a few moments of silence, he steps towards you and puts his hand on your cheek. “I’m sorry for being an ass recently. I just…I don’t know how to deal with this stuff.” He mumbles looking down into your eyes. “It’s okay Nick…We can take it slowly. We can figure it out as we go…” you reply softly. He smiles down at you. “You’re too good for me.”

And then, he kisses you. It’s so soft, and so careful. His lips are only against yours for a moment before he pulls away. “Let’s get some rest.”

small a/n: as always let me know if you see any typos- i only have someone to beta read my full fics, and i cannot correct my own writing.

[littledollll]

Hii can i request r experiencing a subdrop and the next time larrisa and r has a rough scene, r stays in subspace during aftercare like calling Larissa mistress/ma'am still and being all spacey and Larissa gently non-sexually doms her idrk how to explain it but yeah personally it helps me prevent subdrops because Im eased out of my subspace haha

Anyway I feel like Larissa would be so soft and sweet about it like if r didn't want to sleep, Larissa would whisper reassurances like r is her good girl and r is so pretty for her and so on

HHHHHHH I'd kill for the fluffiness

Beautiful one

Larissa weems x reader

A/n: Idk if this is any good but I tried, I’m open to criticism and I’m always down for doing re-writes

Warnings: brief description of a tiny bit of subdrop but nothing else, comfort comfort comfort, non-sexual D/S, after care, fluff

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Your cries are something Larissa has grown quite used to, the tears escaping your eyes when you lost yourself in pleasure. Whines and mindless babbles when your mind felt so fuzzy you could barely get a word out.

But not this, never like this. How you’d cling to her yet flinch at any slight movement, the chills that she could feel in her hold, the sobs that racked through your body that seemed never ending.

That was the very first and last time you experienced such a difficult subdrop with Larissa, she swore it would never happen again.

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“Breathe my love, breathe.” Her words would’ve went unheard from the tone of her voice had she not been right next to you. You obeyed, of course.

Larissa hummed in approval watching your breathing calm. “Good darling, you’re being so good.” Your spacey mind had you giddy at the praise and you held your arms out reaching for her.

“Two seconds my darling.” You knew it was clean up time just like after every scene, though it never stopped you from whining and pouting at her. “Be good.”

Just as promised Larissa was gone and back in two seconds, she was gentle cleaning you up, using various wash cloths for different areas, she laid kisses over your clean skin after she was done and you hummed, letting your eyes slip shut.

“Alright beautiful, drink up.” She handed you a cup of water, and went off to throw the cloths in the wash.

Routine. You knew every step that went after the other, there was never a moment where you stressed about it since the very first time she guided you through it. She would litter kisses across your skin, telling what she was going to do, and what you needed to do. Which was mostly consisted on doing nothing other than just laying pretty and being patient.

She happily complied to your earlier silent request when she came back, arms coming to wrap around and you hid your face in her shoulder with a giggle. “How do you feel my darling?”

Her soft hands trailing your skin, drawing patterns and some times tracings words you could barely make out. You hummed, nuzzling into her neck. “Words, my love.” She reminded you with a light squeeze.

“m sorry ma’am. I feel really good, tired too..” she could tell, clearly. Placing a sweet kiss on your cheek she laid back with you on top of her and you immediately cuddled up to her side.

“I think you should get some sleep then, my love.” You whined yet again. Her hand came up to play with your hair, successfully getting you to quiet down and close your eyes.

Larissa smiled at that, how easy just a little bit of extra comfort swayed you. You heard her soft voice yet again, “Come on pretty one, you’re exhausted, I’m right here if you need me. get some well deserved rest, my good girl.”

Now why would you ever disobey Larissa, specially when it came to such an easy task.

[low-keygee]

i am once again here to offer things about the thing 1982.

probably gonna be shorter bc i’m at work and don’t have much for this but i just needed it out of my brain.

at the very end of the movie when macready and childs are leant up against the barrels, they both share the sentiment of how tired they both are from the cold, the final showdown, the everything. i feel like macready letting on just how tired he is to childs was something of a last word, to let his vulnerabilities show.

in macready’s background he was a pilot in the vietnam war which was meant to explain why he was awake when the dogs were being attacked and why he tells the group after having been locked out that he’s a “real light sleeper”. so he obviously isn’t afraid to acknowledge what the war has done to him in that regard. but the end of the movie, plus this next scene show a bit of humanity for him.

when the drunken macready is recording the cassette for someone to find if/when they have been taken over/die/what have you. he talks about how the storm has been constant for two days and the long johns windows finds until he releases a small bit of what he’s feeling to the cassette.

“nobody.. nobody trusts anybody now. and we’re all very tired.”

he plays the tape back and starts speaking into it again, indicating he tapes over that line before saying “there’s nothing else i can do”.

macready’s insomnia really does seem to be a weak point for him. as much as everyone is aware of his poor sleeping habits, he doesn’t seem to want to admit just how tired he is. how powerless he feels in that regard.

in the defibrillator scene a while afterwards childs antagonizes mac with sleep (“you’re gonna have to sleep sometime macready”) which is where we get “i’m a real light sleeper” which then leads into a vague threat that mac never finishes (“and if anyone tries to wake me…”) which may mean the line prior is just meant to be taken more metaphoric (i think is the right word) than literal. like if childs tries to stir the outpost into taking out mac, mac will then do his dot dot dot.

then (i believe) the last mention is at the very end of the movie.

mac can hardly speak loud enough for childs to hear, his voice doesn’t hold the same command it has throughout the movie. he’s very much leaning against the barrels for support and is out of breath. he’s freezing, running on likely zero hours of sleep, after having faced off with the thing and sprinting out of the outpost before it blows. and he admits to childs as they both sit in the snow, knowing death will come soon for them both whether it be at the hands of the cold or the man before him, that he’s tired.

“if we’ve got any surprises for each other, i don’t think we’re in much shape to do anything about it”

“well.. what do we do?”

“why don’t we just.. wait here a little while. see what happens.”

mac finally lets on how tired he really is and lets himself sit and share a drink with childs before he dies in the snow.

i think his military past is important to talk about in this context as well. he was likely either taught or learned not to let on any weakness as a soldier as it would only earn him a knife in the back (hehe clark reference) and after leaving both the military and his previous job as a helicopter pilot to work at the outpost all he knew to do for his pain was to drown it in booze. he left to work at a research station where all he had to worry about was the weather and staying sober enough to take the chopper up. don’t think about macready being a war vet wanting peace of mind at a quiet research outpost in antarctica don’t think about it.

there’s been a few theories that childs was a thing and macready was testing him with a malatov cocktail but i think that they both died as men, and macready was able to rest knowing he’d served his outpost well.

idk if this was anything or if i’m reading too deep into mac’s 3 comments about sleep but his moment with the cassette and at the very end with childs always makes me so so sad and i needed to say the words out loud bc i heard a song that reminded me of mac 🫶

[jameswyerford]

do you think it’s still possible that eungyeol didn’t change yichan’s fate? I was waiting all of ep 12 for some signs of the trauma affecting his hearing but there was nothing of that sort so now I’m feeling. very unsure and scared to watch the rest. also while I’m on ep 12 I thought it just in general had some weird twists. like them completely walking back on eungyeol confessing that he is yichan’s son instead of leaving it ambitious for yichan which I feel like would be much more interesting for their dynamic. and also idk I like that yichan misses cheongah but her blowing up at him like that felt a little sudden and out of nowhere as a writing choice. she’s hurt but before it was established within the show that she wants to be friends with yichan even if he doesn’t like her back so this sudden change without explanation was strange. and it could maybe make sense…. if they spent more time on cheongah. the sprinklers of her instead of a normal amount of screen time really are. frustrating

i dont think eungyeol is gonna be able to change his father's fate because his hearing loss is gonna be a canon event (it better be or else im gonna do something drastic) as i mentioned before i think yichan will lose his hearing progressively rather than immediately. episode 12 of any kdrama can be a turning point for the show because it either goes okay and makes sense or it is a mess and feels like a totally different show lmao akdbdk

and i feel like they made cheongah a side character that will only have screentime if it is shared with either eungyeol yichan and even eunyu which sucks so bad like ?? we have barely seen her on her own, this is supposed to be a drama that celebrates deaf people and instead they got the only deaf character being miserable all.the.damn.time. turning her into some kind of martyr... im kinda tired of it tbh

and i think the lack of (meaningful) screentime of cheongah explains why we dont understand her reactions sometimes,, i personally think she was angry at him because he somehow confuses her (and honestly sometimes he confuses me as well) cheongah is a person who has spent most of her life alone and now she has got a friend she happens to like and who doesnt exactly check on her (because he is obsessed with a girl who doesnt even pay attention to him akdbksns and cheongah seems to see it too and is pissed/sad for it she is a teenager after all) and yichan is someone who is popular at some extent so i believe that makes cheongah think he is friends with her because he pities her or wants to look like the great guy who is friends with someone with a "disability" which isnt true at all!! we have clearly seen yichan genuinely wants to be his friend but after everything she is going through i think she doesnt see it that way anymore

(hopefully all of this makes sense i feel like i lost myself within the lines aksbksns)

[dramalets]

A neighbour kid appeared randomly in my house. I was putting something in the bin and the kid just followed my cat into the house????? Three year olds are weird man. Its mum was packing up the car for a trip of some sort. Idk. Irrelevant. It inspired this random thing. So have some Kang/Sailom sweetness. I switched Sailom’s major 🤷🏻‍♀️ I feel like knowing he’s set for life would let him reluctantly do something that’s maybe more of a passion and less of a ‘I will do this for maximum money’. So he’s in law now. (I’m still writing the 4+1 post canon thing but the reason I am no longer a fic writer is because I simply do not focus 😂)

Six months into his internship and recently post grad school it’s safe to say Sailom was the kind of tired that was more a physical ache and less a vague sense of being.

The not for profit he was interning with were great but it paid little and worked him hard. His and Kang’s condo had become his sanctuary so the last thing he expected, as he slipped his house slippers on and tossed his keys into the bowl, was to find a very small human sitting at the dining table whilst Kang chopped green onion.

From Sailom’s limited knowledge of children (Kang’s cousins, Guy’s younger siblings and the younger kids he’d tutored) he’d guess the little girl to be around six. Her curly hair is pulled into the sloppiest looking ponytail Sailom has ever seen and her little pink tongue is peaking out of her mouth as she concentrates on whatever she’s drawing, she’s also wearing the kit of Kang’s football team so, even tired, Sailom can guess Kang didn’t just steal the small human.

Sailom clears his throat a little drawing the attention of both his fiancé and the small human. The fiancé grins and the small human looks him up and down, glancing at Kang with uncertain eyes. Sailom can see Kang mouth his name to the little girl which earns a nod before she returns back to her drawing, clearly deeming the new adult uninteresting. Sailom’s not sure he’s ever felt so quickly judged in his entire existence.

Needing to get too the bottom of why there is a judgey six year old in his sanctuary Sailom plants himself behind Kang, wrapping his arms around the other waist before firmly planting a sniff kiss too his cheek. The six year old looks up and makes a face at that before hastily returning too her drawing.

“Care to explain?” Sailom asks, head resting on Kang’s shoulder.

“She’s on the soccer team.”

“Yea, I got that. Why’s she in our house?”

Kang’s about to explain when the six year old in question looks up at the pair of them and cocks her head.

“Are you boyfriends?”

In the past Sailom might have backed away from Kang a little, make it less obvious but he doesn’t do that this time. He just nods and reached to ruffle Kang’s hair before untangling himself and taking a seat next to the little girl. Kang wont give him answers, go too the source.

“You’re right. Kang is my fiancé. I’m Sailom. Who are you?”

The little girl looks considering for a second, glancing from Kang back to Sailom. She’s clearly comfortable with Kang and is trying to decide if the uncle she knows and trusts being this new uncles boyfriend is enough for her to trust him too.

“I’m Fah. Phi is working so Uncle took me here.” She sniffs, sliding her drawing over to Sailom. It’s clearly meant to be her soccer team and Kang. She’s drawn a big rainbow over the field and something about the symbolism of it, of the childish way it shows the safety she finds in the team makes words a little hard for Sailom to find.

Kang interjects, elaborating on Fah’s words.

“Your brother had some extra work right Fah and the noodle shop auntie couldn’t get you today. So I brought you here until your Phi is finished and he can take you home.” Fah nods at Kang’s words, reaching around Sailom to procure another piece of paper to draw on.

Kang looks at Sailom an unspoken acknowledgment that he hadn’t wanted the little girl going home alone, like a six year old Sailom would have had to, going unsaid but present in his gaze. Fah pays zero attention to the adults around her as she gets lost in thinking about what colour pen to choose for her next masterpiece.

Quietly Sailom rises from the chair, holding Fah’s first drawing in his hand as he crouches next to her chair.

“Nong Fah. Can I put your drawing on the refrigerator?” Fah’s eyes light up and she nods enthusiastically, any intimidation forgotten she simple grips Sailom’s hand and pulls him over to the fridge waiting to see where he places her artwork.

Something something involving Kang, Fah and Sailom cooking dinner that Jen doesn’t have the patience to write currently.

It’s much later in the evening when Fah’s brother eventually comes to pick her up, Sailom guesses he’s barely an adult himself and it reminds him painfully of his own childhood. Especially the way Fah mumbles for her Pa as Kang scoops her sleepy body up from the sofa, handing her over to her Phi. The older boy is apologetic for the late hour and wais repeatedly before they leave together.

Now both changed and lying in bed, Kang’s head rests against Sailom’s stomach, eyes closed as Sailom runs fingers through his hair.

“Are you mad?”

Sailom yawns a little and shakes his head no.

“Why would I be mad my good boy? She deserves better than an empty house and snacks for dinner.”

Kang hmms. “So did you.”

Kang’s right, he did, but what’s past is past and Sailom has never been one for dwelling.

“Mmm. I got you eventually though. Worked out in the end.” Sailom can see and feel how close to sleep Kang is but there’s one more thing he wants to make clear. “You can tell her brother she can come home with you again. Maybe we cook enough for him to take some extras home too next time.”

There you go. There’s Jen’s dangerous romance random fic dump for the week. 🫡

[faithghoul]

Hi Faith. Could you possible do a comfort fic with the ghoulettes where the reader (or another ghoul if you don’t do reader-insert) has had a hard day?

❤️

Lunch Table

(please do not laugh at the title LMFAO idk what to call it)

No proofread || SFW

Pairing: Ghoulettes x Reader

You took a deep breath and dropped yourself onto the sofa in the living room of the ministry. You just got home after a long day at work, and apparently, some people were not being nice to you today.

You raised your chin, resting your head on the back of the sofa. You attempted to relax, and it failed. You turned your head a little to the entrance door not far away from you, and even just looking at people and the ghouls of the ministry walking in and out almost pissed you off.

You closed your eyes, and suddenly you felt irritated by how sweaty your shirt was, and how much of a mess you were.

“Someone seems to have a shit day, huh?” You heard a voice of a lady coming closer to you, and when you opened your eyes you just gave her a shrug. “A total fucking wreck and super shit day, Cirrus. Fuck.” You mumbled under your breath. The tall ghoulette in front of you gave you her smile, showing a row of pretty white fangs. “I'm so sorry to hear that, love. Do you mind joining the girls at the lunch table and me?” She said, reaching out her arms to you.

You hesitated, not because you didn't feel hungry—while in fact you were so fucking hungry and you thought that what makes you angry, too—but because you were concerned that you might snap at them for being way too tired. “I’m- I'm not hungry,” you answered her. Cirrus clicked her tongue, “Oh I know you do. Fill your stomach up a bit, it’ll make you feel better. Come?” She pulled you up from the sofa, and you felt like you couldn't say no to her—because she was right.

Both of you walked to the dining room of the ministry, and you almost lost it when you saw a bunch of people and ghouls. Cirrus felt your energy and it struck her. “Calm down, honey. Ssshhh.” She moved her fingers and suddenly you felt a breeze of fresh air washing over you. “Oh my god, yes. Yes, thank you.” You muttered, letting out a sigh of relief. Cirrus nodded, “better now?”. You smiled at her.

Your eyes wandered across the room until you saw two ghoulettes waving in your direction. “Ay, ay!” Cirrus waved back and walked fast right in front of you to get to them and you followed her.

Cirrus gave Sunshine and Cumulus a high five each of them, and you sat next to Sunshine. Cumulus and Cirrus were sitting across from you.

Sunshine looked at you and cupped your cheeks. “Aaah, our baby is being grumpy today?” She said, a pair of bright orange-ish yellow eyes searching for something in your own eyes. “Grumpy and feels like shit, apparently,” Cirrus added. Cumulus reached out her hands and put your hand into hers. “I'm so sorry to hear that, sweetheart. You can talk to us about it if that makes you feel better. Here, have some smoked beef. Or those bread. Anything you want.” She had the most gentle voice ever, and you took some slices of the said beef, put them into the bread and you ate it. Dear Satan, it tasted so fucking good.

After chewing it for some time, you continued to tell your story. “Cirrus was right. I feel grumpy and shit because I had a bad day today.” You started. All three of them listened to you closely, their ears moving every so often to catch what you were saying. “What happened, darling? Mind to tell us?” Cumulus asked. You swallowed your saliva, preparing to recall whatever the hell happened to you that day. “Someone kept texting me non-stop and I don't even know who that is,” you murmured, “and I got yelled at by my boss. I don't want to explain why, I'm so tired. He can suck my ass.”

“Yes! He can suck ass!” Sunshine blurted out, and some of the ghouls and people who had lunch were shifting their attention to your table. Cumulus was mumbling a tiny ‘I'm sorry’ to them and Cirrus was covering her face. You saw Swiss and Dew at the far corner of the room almost standing on the chair shouting, “He can suck MY ass!” and you saw Rain looking incredibly uncomfortable he hid his face, and Aether folding his arms on his chest looking unimpressed by these two idiots. You cracked a laugh.

Cirrus rolled her eyes. “Sorry for the boys. And I'm sorry that happened to you.” Cirrus set her attention back on you, followed by Sunshine and Cumulus. “I wonder why some people choose to be an asshole when they could be kind. Guess humans are not always better than ghouls and demons.” She continued. “Well, you're right.” You agreed and unconsciously tapped your fingers on the table. Sunshine, noticing it, decided to stop it by putting her hand on top of yours. “You are safe with us, okay? We can bring you back to your room after you have your lunch and wait for you while you clean yourself up.” She said, and Cumulus nodded along with her.

You froze and took a good look at each of them. Cirrus with her grey-blue-ish hair, and caring but assertive gaze made you trust her even more. Sunshine with her sparky personality and her bright orange and yellow eyes, scared you at first time but they are the ones you needed to see right now and she was, literally, a ball of bright sunshine. Cumulus with her super fluffy cloud-like pink hair, and her bright pink lipstick, looked so pretty and soft and made you want to hug her to no end. These are your friends, your ghoulettes, who had been with you since the day you got into the ministry. When you were scared of everything–especially, specifically Dew–and they had been there for you and had been helping you adjust to your new life here.

You felt a tear coming up to your eyes and you whispered to them, “Thank you, you mean a lot to me. Thank you.” they aww-ed for a second and gave you the most comforting hug and reassurance.

[numetaljackass]

I hate how rapidly and intensely my mood shifts like

I can literally go from 0 to 100 and then back to 0 within an hour or two. And it’s exhausting. It sucks too because like -- I get it from other people’s perspectives too. I get why I’m hard to be around sometimes and am even harder to live with. But also like, I don’t want to be like. None of this is fun. Like literally if I could exchange my brain or do something to make it NOT my worst enemy? I’d do it in a heartbeat. I’d give anything to not feel like this.

Realistically I know I need to see a psychiatrist because it’s Very Clearly just. Something that’s wired wrong in my brain. but like. Literally the One time I went to a psych for this exact issue (YEARS AGO) she just was like. Yeah you probably have a personality disorder. But then prescribed me a medication that fucked me up so bad I just never went back. But things have also gotten so much worse since then, along with other new symptoms that genuinely scare the Fuck out of me and like. Idk. This very much is Not how brains are supposed to work.

It scares me too, because all of this is so hard for me to be talk about. And yeah I joke about being crazy but also, Clinically Diagnosed Crazy feels so much worse. Then there’s the underlying fear that if I told a psych or whoever exactly what I feel 24/7 I’d just get committed. Which may be unrealistic but like, that thought terrifies me. And idk how to explain it but also the thought of having a label for everything feels like I’ll somehow be Outed as “insane” which is also unrealistic. Plus the fact that literally anyone who spends a prolonged period of time with me already knows these shifts in mood and other shit aren’t normal. Idk. There’s just so much fear there. To the point where fear is honestly the only consistent emotion I ever feel.

This is genuinely the biggest interference to my quality of life and it sucks. Like, I have so many reasons I should be happy but I’m Not. And along with that comes the guilt of knowing there are literally so many people that have it worse, and yet I’m wasting my life being miserable. And I beat myself up constantly like ‘you’re literally the only person stopping you from being happy’ but also it’s just. Literally how my brain works. And saying ‘I can’t help it’ feels like one gigantic cop out but I also literally did not choose this. And sometimes these lows get so bad that I feel like a genuine danger to myself and that’s also not how I want to spend the rest of my life. 

Idk man. I don’t want to be a drugged up zombie but I also don’t want to feel like This anymore. And sometimes I feel like maybe feeling nothing would be better than feeling literally every single emotion possible within the span of a few hours. I’m just tired of feeling like I’m fighting a losing battle with my own head. So maybe it’s something to look in to when my new insurance kicks in. Idk. For now tho I will just keep trucking along I guess  

[onlyswan]

hi art! i wanted to tell you that i am a silent reader, and i am a huge fan of the in which drabbles! i started reading since 'in which jk gives you a concussion' and i've reading them all since then! i literally drop anything I’m doing whenever you post a newer one jsdjs!

and i have lots of faves, but one i go back to very often is 'in which cruel fate leads you and jk to bright places' there's just something in it that i just love so much, is it intimacy? just so much love between oc and jk? how caring and loving they are towards eachother? see, I don’t know what it is, but i want to experience a love like that someday fr. I also love 'in which you get your period and jk just wants to be with you' i relate to oc on this one, and how i wished i had a in which jk in my life in those painful moments sjdsjdsjdj. I just love the in which couple so much, like they are !!!!!!!!!!!!! so so !!!!!!!!!!!!! cute !!!!!!!!!!!!!

i truly love how you write, is very refreshing and very very poetic, you have such a beautiful way of explaining things that i just never get tired of, and just every sentence is full of warmth, and like at this point i have way to many fav quotes from you. tbh, thank you for letting us read such beautiful pieces for free:')

i read that you wanted to take a break? idk if you will, but you do what you feel its necessary for you:') and hope that you feel better ❤️‍🩹anyway, i wish you all the best always bc you give me such a nice vibe and you seem like such a kind and amazing person🥺and you’re very funny too and i love how you react to anything jungkook does bc that's a mood, he's just as amazing as you are! :)

hope you have a nice weekend! a nice rest of the month art! 🥺🤲💖

oh wow hello beloved 😭🤍 this was such a pleasant surprise in my inbox :") AND if i’m not mistaken that’s literally the first in which drabble????? that’s so crazy oh my god thank you soooo much for reading my works all this time i can’t comprehend it 😭

AND AHHSJJDDJ I LOVE LEARNING YOUR FAV ONES !! that drabble fills me with nostalgia that’s why it’s so freaking special to me <3 you have no idea i’m so happy to know it is often visited by you 🥺 ah yes and the first period drabble 🫶🏼 i know it’s been done a lot so i wasn’t sure if y’all would enjoy it 🥺 hopefully it’s able to provide you some warmth during those hellish days

this is one of the sweetest messages i’ve ever received thank you thank you thank you 💜💜💜 writing has kept me sane for years and i’m happy to have a space where i can freely share bits and pieces of myself <3

life just gets more exhausting as i grow older :( i think i’ll just be posting less frequently from now on! thank you for understanding and sending kind wishes 🥺 i wish life treats you with kindness always and you have a wonderful festa :P OMGSJSHDD MY HUMOR IS BROKEN BUT THANK U 😭 jungkook makes me lose any sort of composure…

[cabinofimagines]

The sequel is better than the first —Prologue to Halloweenverse II

A/N: I may be turning into a tired adult but Halloween remains as my primary source of inspo -Danny

Words: 914

Warnings: According to last year’s fics, the characters are 21 or older, so keep that in mind. Nothing nsfw happening but there might be drinking and swearing?? idk we’ll see

Halloween 2022 mlist - next >

Percy offered to drive the few of you that’d stayed in New York to San Francisco, so now you were piling up your bags in the back of his car.

Once you were seated in the backseat, Annabeth handed you a bag of chips and spread the map on the dashboard to help Percy navigate the confusing roads. 

Next to you, Will, Piper, and Calypso were trying their best to be comfortable in the small space.

“I don’t know how are we expected to survive this two-day trip, my arms are already suffering,” you huffed.

“We’ll take turns,” Percy replied. “Don’t think I’ll be driving the whole time! I’m not your uber—”

“I don’t have a license,” Calypso responded with a bit of worry.

“Don’t worry, sunshine, we know,” you patted her arm to ease her. 

This was Calypso’s first Halloween celebration with the whole group, she wasn’t a fan of scary stuff, but she was intrigued as to why all of you were so fond of it. She’d overheard you and Leo planning this year’s costumes, and she wanted to know what was so special about this week.

“I don’t have a license either,” Piper said.

“But you know how to drive a car,” you replied.

“No no no, I’m not letting anyone without a license drive my mom’s car,” Percy stated.

“And I’m not driving cause I’m the only one that knows how to read this,” Annabeth frowned at the sight of colorful lines on the paper. “I think.”

“Okay! So that leaves Percy, Y/N, and I as the designated drivers?” Will questioned.

Percy looked at you through the rearview mirror and grimaced, you were known to be an angry driver, but you were determined to do your best.

“I promise I won’t yell at other drivers,��� you sighed tiredly.

"What about honking?” Percy added.

“I won’t do that either.”

“Good. Then yes, seems like it’s up to us three.”

“Yay,” Will and you said without real excitement.

“So,” Calypso rolled down her window. “What are we doing for a whole week? I thought Halloween was only one night?”

Piper grinned. “For most people, but last year Y/N infected all of us with the spooky fever and we spend a whole week planning and celebrating.”

“The Greeks had a similar celebration,” Annabeth added. “They used to put up some kind of altar and then food, and give each other sweet things to celebrate the lives of those who were no longer with them... something like that, but I’m not really sure, I haven’t read much on the subject.”

“So we’re doing a greek celebration in Camp Jupiter?” Calypso frowned.

“Oh no,” you laughed. “Frank offered to host the party last year, that’s all. Got nothing to do with who we are.”

“Yeah, last year Y/N and the others hosted the party at our camp,” Will explained. “So now it’s their turn to rest while Camp Jupiter does the preparations.”

“I don’t wanna rest, though,” you smirked. “I have plans.”

“Y/N...” Annabeth warned you.

“C’mon, it’s nothing terrible. What I meant is that I’ll be around seeing if they need help with anything.”

“If not we can always just go to our place and watch scary movies?” Percy offered. “We haven’t invited all of you at once to our apartment, that’d be cool, right?”

“Sure,” Annabeth’s eyes were already shining with the recognizable glint of plan-making. “I mean, Cal needs to catch up with all the classic scary movies, and the not-so-scary. What do you think?”

Calypso blushed, she tended to do that when overwhelmed. “As long as they’re not too disgusting or with... you know... I don’t know, guys. I’ve never watched a scary thing. What if I can’t take it? I might not be able to enjoy this as much as you do...”

Your heart ache for the girl, ever since Leo had gotten her out of the island she’d wanted nothing more than to fit in with all of you. She wanted friends, a community were to feel welcomed, and the perspective of not enjoying something that everyone else did was obviously making her uncomfortable.

“Hey, it’s not like we’ll kick you out of here if you don’t,” you tried to calm her. “Jason’s not a big fan of scary movies either, Hazel finds them upsetting too, and we don’t force them to watch them. If you think you’re not up for it I promise there will be no hard feelings.”

“Yeah, we can find something else for you,” Percy nodded, “maybe baking the spooky treats, Nico is going all out on that front. He keeps saying we didn’t do it right last year,” he said, a little of annoyance seeping through. Percy was touchy about people judging his taste in snacks. “Or decorating, I heard Leo’s finally on duty this year!”

“Yeah, he begged Hazel and Frank to let him help, that’s why he left a day early,” you smiled, “I wanted to go too, but I had to pick up Calypso from the Waystation.”

“Point is, our Halloween has many interesting, fun stuff going on, you’ll find one that’s right for you,” Piper finished, squeezing Calypso’s hand in a friendly manner.

“Okay,” the former goddess smiled, looking in a better mood.

“Don’t worry, Cal,” you said, barely able to stop yourself from squirming out of pure excitement in your seat. “It’s going to be the best week of the year!”

[1d1195]

Hi Sam my love!! I know I’ve been gone for a bit but for once life has been super busy! I’ll explain later obviously lol (also I fear this will also be a part one of two ask lol)

Bestie when I tell you I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW YOU MENTIONED AUDIO PORN BAHAHAHHAHA OMG absolutely obsessed with how your train of thought led you to that 😂

It’s probably just the blindness speaking tbh! Idk all I know is if given a chance even with a mullet I WOULD TAKE IT HAHAH plus I can’t say shit when I literally have a fuck ass bob rn soooo yeah HAHAH and omg look we all have different hair types and routines so honestly if it works for you and you like it then that’s all that matters lol plus finding the proper hair care/routine is TOUGH bc scalp stuff is involved and like hair types too lol plus i TOTALLY feel you about the hair washing aspect! My hair luckily doesn’t get greasy if I don’t wash it BUT I simply will not feel good or “clean” if I don’t wash it lol

SAM WDYM WE ALREADY MET THE HARRY WITH THE BREEDING KINK?!? BESTIE?!?😭😭😭😭 you have no idea the way my mind is RACING to figure out who!!! Like realistically I think all of them lowkey would bc they are obsessed with their MC BUT I feel like some just radiate that vibe more than others if that makes sense lol

Oh I’ve tired the Quinn app and the Dipsea app and cannot lie I was pleasantly surprised!! (Btw there’s nothing wrong with indulging in that too!) and the plots are honestly so good?!? Like I had low expectations the first time I tired it but these plots kinda go crazy in a good way lol love that these audios have inspired you!

I genuinely believe any route you would have taken you would genuinely be so good at it!! Given like your strong work ethic and the way you do get things done, i wouldn’t be surprised if you thrived in it! You’re teaching AP calculus this year right(I’m so sorry if it’s wrong 😭) so anything AP is kinda hell in general so the fact that you aren’t too exhausted from teaching is good at least! I’m glad this year’s group isn’t too bad and HOPEFULLY it will stay that way!!! I’m always sending you the best vibes and I hope things will stay pretty calm for the rest of the school year💗

The shimmery dress is a bit out of comfort zone but the fabric is just so top tier and it was a STEAL for the price so I’m super excited! Awww Sam you have no idea the smile I had on my face while reading this!!! THIS IS BIG!! It makes me so happy that you’re finding your vibe and style!!! It’s so nice and fun to find things you actually like to wear and feel good about it! And the fact your students notice it like thats so adorable! Especially since kids are super honest sometimes so I don’t think they are fucking with you lol and honestly some people just are so naturally good with their own personal style and they are so lucky!

Truly loved that spin you did for Sunflower! Thought it was really cute!! Also the way I’m not even surprised that you have all these drafts outlined/planned lol like it’s very you thing to do and I mean this in the nicest way possible way! I love that about you bc I wish I could be that organized!

I support any check in tbh! Like you know I’m basically a Stan for all of them it’s crazy lol I typically have so many questions and not because you don’t do a good job or anything! I’m just a curious person lol miscommunication tropes are always so painful but I’m a good way!! But honestly idk why angst always comes to mind for certain couples lol

ALSO BESTIE WHAT ABOUT THE MADE TO BE COUPLE?!?? I saw someone get hit with a baseball(don’t worry they’re fine lol) and it reminded me of them!! And I kinda miss them like how’s their life now? Did the delivery go okay? How’s life changed with the baby?! Any insecurities popping up about being good parents???? Anyways maybe it’s time for a re-read lol

Hopefully October can be manageable at least! So please don’t feel pressure to post anything if you simply can’t do it! -💜

I would sell my soul for mullet Harry. I would probably shave it off once present but still. I would sell my sould.

HEHEHEHEHE You're honestly so right about the breeding kink 😭 they probs all have one. This one I've mentioned before and I think you've commented on but I like the idea of it being a surprise kinda? I'm sure it'll be obvious once I write it.

I haven't heard of Dipsea. Seems like it would be up my alley though... 🤭 Totally nothing wrong with it. It's hot af but I think it's funny I like the plot more than sex part of things (naturally) 😂 y'all get smut from me like once a month and it almost always coincides with I'm ovulating 💀 whoops. OH WELL at least I'll stay inspired long after everyone is done hearing about Harry (which I hope is never).

AP Calc is new to me this year and AP Stats as well (old news though, this is my fourth year). I am LOVING AP Stats because now I know what I'm doing, but Calc is really throwing me for a loop. I love Calculus (nerd alert, I know) so I want to be good at teaching it. I'll get there I'm sure :)

I bet the shimmery dress is going to look stunning on you! Getting it for a steal is also almost better than the dress itself. I think I've always had a very basic style but I like colors and flowers so it's fun to play with a little. You're right about the honesty. My kids tell me all the time I look tired and I'm like "ten out of fourteen of you have asked me to go to the bathroom in the last fifteen minutes and I haven't been able to ask what (x + 4, y - 2) means without being interrupted; of COURSE I'm tired." I'm a lucky teacher, my students seem to genuinely enjoy my presence. If one of them tells me I look "bad" it would be like if a friend told me I had food stuck in my teeth 😂

If I don't right my idea down it's *poof* bye and then y'all will have to wait ten to fifteen business days for it to reappear.

Angst is really fun to write tbh. Gets the plot moving. My next check in is super mushy. Like 0% angst and it's so cute, like I thoroughly enjoyed it but obviously without angst we don't have a storyline.

You know I had an idea for them the other day! Maybe I'll have to revisit them. I had a fun little idea unrelated to yours so maybe now I'll have two (heading to my drafts to write it down before I forget!) I also have another teacherry idea as well. Gotta write that down too!

Hopefully 🤞

See you in part 2!

xoxo

[wilmonsfolklore]

Hey Tina,

I'm late for this but I was wondering about 2, 7, 8, 27 and 29 for the fanfic asks.

Wishing you a very nice rest of the weekend! 💜

thanks Sophia!! i hope you have a good weekend too <3

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to

infinite amounts of them, honestly. i really like the idea of writing a friends with benefits fic. just because i love the concept people kind of figuring out their feelings through sex. but im very uncomfortable writing smut, so. i definitely won't write one in the near future. i also really really want to write a texting fic, and i think i will do that kind of soon as ive been having a hard time writing prose.

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

oh god. i feel like prose is not my strong suit because i always struggle with it either feeling too basic or too try-hard. so. the pieces im usually happiest with are the kind of inbetween summaries of wille and simon growing closer together. they are the kind of things i always make little notes about during the day even when i'm not writing if i'm really in a flow. i feel like i can put a lot of detail in them and i like that. like this paragraph in sticky little words:

Wille learned that Simon would forget his laptop charger more often than not and liked to shower in the mornings and hated rain but rain pants even more. That he drank his coffee black and he loved satsuma’s because they were easier to peel than oranges, and sometimes he got so passionate about discussions in class the pen he held in his hand would start tapping against the desk because his fingers were shaking. And the funny thing was, Wille liked all of those things. They liked that Simon sent them articles about politics that Wille had missed out on, how happy he was when Sara and Felice finally made it official, that he’d once stolen a half full pack of oreos from his roommate because Wille had mentioned not being allowed to have them as a kid. And Wille wasn’t quite sure what to do with that.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

the funny thing is writing dialogue comes relatively easy to me, but i had the hardest time picking something out because in every important or emotional dialogue scene that i generally love in my older fics there are a few sentences that make me want to throw up now. but that's on improving my writing, i guess. but anyway i picked a scene from my latest one shot, again. i feel like it sounds relatively natural and it's a bit playful. i struggle to write anything that's not overly emotional, so im quite happy with this bit

Wille cleared their throat. “I don’t talk to him anymore,” he said then, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “Probably for the best, since he had terrible music taste.”

It wasn't a very good joke, but Simon laughed anyway and Wille was grateful for it. “I love Zara!” he protested, and Wille just shook their head.

“You didn’t even recognise her song!”

“Because I was actually working, unlike you.” He rolled his eyes, teasing.

“I’m tired!” Wille retorted.

Simon sighed, deflating. “You should’ve said,” he said. “We could've rescheduled.”

“I like hanging out with you,” Wille protested playfully, an easy confession that they would overthink later.

Simon just smiled. “Me too. But you have to rest if you're tired.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

27. How do you feel about collaborations? i would love to collaborate with someone on a fic!! writing right now to me is a very solo process, and id love to change that and even just talk to people about my writing more. but i tend to get very insecure as i feel like everyone in this fandom writes so freaking good and much better and easier than me, so. idk it's a work in progress. i also dont write consistently At All because of my health, and i dont want the pressure of someone else kind of waiting for me, you know?? but i'm definitely down to collaborate and i have done so when i was doing better back in the day in another fandom.

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

i actually have no clue?? none i think?? i feel like i could never touch one of my favourite fics because i could never ever do them justice

ask me more about writing fic! :)

[thesunshookwithjoy]

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it’s been months and months and I still can’t eat most things without getting extremely nauseous and locking up and being fully unable to finish. no matter what! no matter how much I like it! even when it’s something I could eat the day before! and I’m so so so miserable and I feel bad all the time because I’m lucky to hold down 1000 calories a day and that’s still way too few for someone my size and age. so I’m just tired and empty all the time!! I have to drink half my fucking meals these days!! it’s awful!

and then last night I was out with friends and they brought a new person who like, asked me a bunch of questions about my mac and cheese and why I didn’t finish (you know, was it bad, am I feeling okay, etc) so I lightly explained my issues. and this person was like “oh must be nice! I wish that were me! haha”. because, you know, not eating is a good thing. I should be happy I can’t finish foods, otherwise I might eat too much and *gasp* gain weight. she looked genuinely jealous! for a moment she really looked like she was going to ask me for advice but luckily my friend kind of stepped in and moved the subject off of me before I lost it on this girl. or just started crying. maybe vomit. one of those.

it was so awkward for me too because the rest of the people there mostly are my friends and know how difficult it’s been. so every one of them knew I must have been upset and that was weird. not to mention it made everyone at the table stare at my bowl of mac and cheese and thinking about how much I ate (or didn’t eat). which was also very bad for me personally.

idk it can just be particularly difficult because I do have an eating disorder and I have to force myself every day to remember that it ISN’T good that I can’t eat and I need to keep trying. and most days I succeed at remembering even! but then little miss already-smaller-than-me rolls in and hands a microphone to the worst parts of my brain!

I had had a few drinks so I was feeling very loving and forgiving at the time, but now that it’s the next day and I’m mid-stare off with the applesauce I’ve been trying to finish for 45 minutes, I’m mad! I’m mad! I’m sitting here miserable and crying over applesauce and if I could call that girl up and give her this experience instead I would! have fucking fun! I used to love eating, I loved food, it was the one thing that reliably could make me happy. and now if I don’t take pills or smoke weed I’ve got a 70/30 chance of being unable to eat more than 3 bites! generously! and even with the pills (that don’t help bc they don’t know what’s wrong with me yet) and smoking there’s still a solid chance I won’t be able to eat any of it anyway! or, if I’m really really lucky, I’ll be able to have a few bites over the course of several hours! wow!

idk there isn’t really a point here I’m just tired and upset and needed to rant a bit I guess. everything just makes me so tired. but while crying and writing this I managed to trick my brain into ignoring the fact that I’m eating and was successful in finishing this pouch of applesauce designed for children. so that’s a pretty big win.

[usertiff]

 don’t understand why I’m suddenly under a microscope?// I seem to recall a certain someone saying blogs that go after them typically have a history of being taken down by the same people whose lies they believed over the truth concerning them. Syd, barbie, and the formerly known as stevvy person had their takedowns and a couple of other blogs went dead. Guess it's cycling to you now with those same mentioned blogs posting a lot about you being problematic and trying to turn the rpc against you with what they claim were your past actions.

(mobile)

It is really early and I don't feel well so I'm sorry if I'm not quite understanding the first part of your ask, about the blogs being taken down. And how it connects to the rest of the ask.

Do you mean like they're trying to take me down because they're attempting to get people to believe lies about me? I don't understand why though. Maybe that's what you mean by it cycling around. Like they're bored? And need something to do?

Maybe I've completely misread this and you dislike me too lmao idk I'm very tired

I'm trying to disengage from all of that anyway. I don't really know how to handle the "drama" of this. I've never rly been involved in rp drama and suddenly I'm the center of some and I am not equipped for this lmao. I'm quite literally adhd and autistic my guys I don't have fight or flight in these situations I have "try to explain my truths and then simply either cry or die inside about it" ksksjnzbwjsj

anyway I am trying??? not to let it bother me because 🤷‍♀️ idk I suppose people can believe what they want. I know that I am not a bad person. (not that it is a testament to my goodness but lbr I get ridiculously upset when someone kills spiders and literally make it a mission to make at least one person smile every day as cheesy as that is it makes me happy.) I'm just trying to have a hobby on the internet to distract myself from worse problems irl. I don't want to let ppl w no rhyme or reason bully me away from one of the only things that helps distract me from real life stuff

[theharvesterofeyesblog]

Aug 2

Got a Phone call from her around 4pm she opens with telling me she has booked an appointment for Twyla for her dental appointment. She then goes into a thing about how she did that in spite of me not encouraging her and that this was something that should have happened some time ago. (Keep in mind this was something I had scheduled for the 27th of July but she canceled saying she didn’t want to use that hospital and they were too far away. 15min drive is too far away. So in The meantime she had two whole weeks to reschedule including the week where I had to fly to Boise and then take her car to Vegas then to Michigan after getting it repaired for her.) so because I wasn’t encouraging enough she felt that I don’t care about her and the family. And then she asked if this was something I was okay with. I didn’t understand and I told her this. This frustrates her and then berates me on what do I mean not leaving me any time to think. Eventually she reframed the question and I said yes. This then upsets her. She then says she doesn’t like that and that it’s not fair to her that she has to do all this stuff in terms of getting appointments and then I try to defend myself explaining the old appointment I made with the cat. She then gets further upset saying that she never canceled the appointment and that now I’m attacking her. I wasn’t and I try to apologize. She is so upset at this point. She no longer wants to have this conversation anymore. I try to apologize and ask her about the other things she mentioned she wanted to talk about. The phone call eventually ends with her saying that she essentially hates trying to talk to me. She says I get offended and defensive about everything. And that she has to tip toe around my feelings. Maybe I am. I don’t know the things she says hurts me am I just not supposed to at least mention that it hurt. Am I just supposed to be in pain and feel like shit. Every time I forget. What am I supposed to do. Just take it in the chin. What the fuck is wrong with me why am I crying. I fucking hate this shit. Now I have to drive home to another fight. Why is it that the four days where she couldn’t do anything but be tired were the only days lately that we didn’t have a fight? I guess I’ll try to keep a notebook with me on what I’m supposed to do every day. Might as well do it with my work book. This shit is all work anyways.

She calls back again saying I don’t listen and I don’t care and that I’m in the wrong about the appointment either way if she didn’t cancel or not because I didn’t follow up with her on getting it done. I feel like with everything I have on my plate I don’t know how I was supposed to do that. She then weirdly ends the conversation apologizing about it all. It was kind of a weird 180. I don’t know. And now I have to go home. It’s almost 6. If she didn’t make things feel so awful there I’d be home by now. Idk. I feel like home is turning into a job I don’t want to go to. I get home. She wants me to make a list of all the things the pets need to help. (This while complaining that I never brought up how the dog needs baggies.). I look in the closet saying I don’t see anything missing other than bags. She says they need treats and said she had already made a list. She was testing me on how observant I was about what the pets need. I’m so angry and stressed I have no idea how I’m going to make it through the rest of the night. I go walk the dog to prepare for going out. She then asks me to help her find her wallet/pink purse. We find it she also needs to find her keys and her Barnes and noble card. While looking around she gets upset at me for looking through her stuff on the dinner table. And things just keep getting worse throughout the night.