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Lost In The Labyrinth
Part 1.
You came to Oxford to get away from America; from your mother's fame and the ghosts of your past. You get more than you bargained for when you meet Felix.
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: sexual content (not explicit but it's there so 18+ MINORS DNI), I used some descriptors for reader such as scars, birthmarks, imperfections, but I made her as inclusive as possible, reader is American, she's also a nepo baby but isn't using her nepotism in any real way. Bi!reader and Felix. fic title inspired by the taylor swift song, of course (and I am terrible at titles!)
Playlist (a work in progress!)
A/N: I am so insecure about this reading back over it omgggg but I'm posting it anyway! Hi friends. I've been working on this for so long, and I'm recovering from my surgery so I figured there's no time like the present. Here we are. I am obsessed with this movie and this man! I promise this fic is gonna get more interesting, but we've got this for now. Let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist, and feel free to send me asks if you want to talk about reader and her lore, because she is very special to me and I adore her already!!!
Your eyes droop as you hum along to the nameless blonde that stands in front of you, her sparkly pink cocktail dress catching the light and making her glow. She’s going on and on about how Everlasting Eve is her favorite movie of all time, and how your mother is “the greatest actress of our time!” You want to vomit. It’s not like this doesn’t happen, it’s practically a daily occurrence at this point, but you’d much prefer it if people stopped giving so much of a shit. If they did, you wouldn’t be stood with a bottle blonde from Bristol talking your ear off. You’d just stepped out to get some air, for Christ’s sake.
“You’re from the States, right?” You nod, sipping at your cocktail and bouncing from one foot to the other to conserve some warmth in your legs. She asks it as if she hasn’t been talking your ear off and didn’t notice your accent, not as thick as it used to be when you’d lived in New York full time, but still foreign here. The music is less obnoxious out here, bass easing on your chest. It’s cooler, too, the fall night air brushing against your neck like a lover. “That’s brilliant! I went with my parents once, when I was a kid. We went to Disney World.”
You smile and nod, muttering out a “cool” as you sip at your drink, cringing at its strength.
“Is that far from where you live?” She asks, and you wonder how she got into this fucking school. Probably a legacy, with more money than she knows what to do with.
“Uh,” you suppress a laugh. “Yeah. Yeah, like… incredibly South of New York.”
“I’ve always wanted to go to New York,” she continues to babble. “My parents go on business trips there, but they’ve never taken me. I want to see where Little Angels was filmed! Uh, Lincoln Square Park?”
“Washington Square Park,” you correct her.
“Yeah!” She snaps her fingers and points. “That’s it! When your mom’s character is waiting there for Hugh Grant’s character, and then they walk off into the sunset together? Absolutely the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen!”
You stare off into the distance vacantly, the night sky painted with different navy hues and dotted with the brushstrokes of stars.
Suddenly, you feel a warm arm around your waist, hot breath on your cheek. “There you are!” You’d know that voice anywhere. The figure kisses you on the cheek and it takes everything in you not to start grinning from ear to ear. You turn, meeting his lips, and he plays along like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “I’m gonna head home, wanna come with?”
You nod, thanking him with your eyes. He winks gently at you and grabs your hand. “Nice talking to you…” you’ve already forgotten her name. Her tone has completely shifted, body stiff as her eyes mull over you and the man that holds your hand with a vice grip.
“Sandra.” It’s cold, but you keep your own voice chipper.
“Sandra! Nice to meet you,” she’s in your college, so you’ll have to be cordial. “See you around?”
She just nods and lights a cigarette.
As you walk away, one of Felix’s hands around your waist and the other holding your own, you look up at him. “Thank you so much. Holy shit. I was about to lose it.”
He lets out a low, intoxicated chuckle. “It’s what I’m here for, darling.” Uses his fingers on your chin, tugging lightly to kiss you hard on the mouth. He pulls away and you chase his lips, planting one more kiss on his mouth, this time softer.
“Your room or mine?” You ask, to be met with a smirk as he grabs your hand and leads you across campus. It’s a path you could walk with your eyes closed, the muscle memory of so many nights embedded into your body by now.
His room is all red carpet and wood paneling, empty takeout containers and beer cans and ashtrays strewn about. His bed is unmade and his textbooks are all over his floor, but it hardly matters when he’s kissing you like you’re the only person in the fucking universe.
Within minutes, you settle back into a familiar routine. Clothes shed, completely bare to one another as you grind and writhe on top of him, hands on his toned chest. He’s gorgeous with his mouth open in ecstasy, labored breaths escaping it, eyes closed and clenched, hands rested on your waist as you move above him, a renaissance painting. You’re moaning too, tempering your whines so that the sounds don’t travel. The moon paints the room in subtle, cool light and the pleasure makes sweat bead on your brows.
“Missed you,” he manages between moans, voice heavy and breathy. “Missed this.”
“It’s been like, two days,” you let out a chuckle, and it fades into a moan as you grind your hips again, trying not to scratch his chest with your manicured nails, though you doubt he'd mind too much.
“And that’s too long,” he replies, and you lean down and kiss him, open mouthed and messy and euphoric.
When it’s all said and done, you lay naked beside him while he smokes a cigarette, arm laced around your bare shoulder, your head rested on his. It’s bliss, something you’ve begun to ache for all the time. “Really, thank you. That girl was driving me fucking insane.”
“That scene where your mom’s character and Hugh Grant ride off into the sunset together? Immaculate.” He mocks the girl, a surprisingly good impersonation, and you both belly laugh. You wipe away bits of red lipstick from his mouth and grin delicately at him. You know you’re not the only girl he’s seeing, not even the only girl he’s fucking, and it wedges something vile and dangerous in your heart. The words linger on your tongue. You want to ask, want to know, and if you sound desperate? Well, so be it.
“What is this?” You wrench the words out quickly, looking at your hands.
“What do you mean?” He takes a long drag of the cigarette, letting the smell perforate the air in the room, turning it cloudy in its wake.
“Us,” you murmur, and he runs a hand through your hair. “Like… I know you’re fucking other people, Felix. And that’s fine but… I just want to be clear on what this.”
He looks at you perplexed, smashing the cigarette in the ash tray and turning on his side toward you. You mirror his motions, so the two of you are laying in bed, you practically on top of him due to its size, your hands under your cheek. “I’m fucking other girls? News to me.”
“I see the way you look at them,” you murmur. “India. Annabel. That guy you study with sometimes… Ryan?”
“I’m not fucking anyone else,” he mutters, seeming almost offended at the notion. He scoffs before his next words. “I practically haven’t even looked at anyone else.”
“Fe-“ he cuts you off, a hand brushing over your cheek, holding it delicately.
“No,” he starts. “I know I have a reputation or whatever,” he waves his free hand around. “But I genuinely haven’t been seeing anyone else since we started… this.” He gestures between the two of you, and you can sense that he's lying, but it hardly matters.
You’re almost self-conscious as his eyes rake over your body; so self aware of every little imperfection, every feature. The birthmark on your hip. The way one tit is just a bit bigger than the other. Your crooked finger from when you broke it playing volleyball in ninth grade. The gray hairs you’d been noticing popping up recently.
“You’re the prettiest fucking girl at this college,” he says your name before kissing you sweetly. “Don’t want to look at anyone else.” You know it’s a lie, considering the fact that he does look at other girls, and often. It’s almost like you can’t bother to care, though. Your head is all floaty and tears are burning your eyes.
He climbs on top of you, kisses down your chest, down your stomach, makes sure to take his time kissing that same birthmark you were so insecure about minutes before, your inner thighs, before finally landing where it matters most.
“So fuckin’ beautiful, yeah?” He looks up at you with those gorgeous eyes, the earnestness in them making your heart swell up. In this moment, it’s not the same Felix that made you cry last week because he told you you needed to get your own friends (you have plenty), or the Felix that ignored you at the pub to talk to Annabel, causing you to storm out and ignore him for three days until he realized.
Sometimes, he doesn’t care if you come, and he doesn’t clean up after himself, and sometimes his words bite, and last week he made that insensitive comment about your friend with depression. But you think you might love him, and it feels like enough.
After, he asks you to stay with him. You laugh languidly, tears brimming at your eyes from how hard. He kisses you, soft and slow, the moonlight seeping into the window and painting the carpet with light; it looks like a lone puddle of blood in a sea of blackness.
When you wake, it’s nearly noon. The sun beams through the curtains and you shield your eyes, trying to move underneath Felix’s strong grip. He’s got a hand wrapped around your thigh. Your leg wrapped around his waist while your arms are, slightly pained from the uncomfortable angle, folded around his neck. You regret moving your face from its spot in his chest, wanting nothing more than to occupy his space for as long as possible.
You can’t bear to wake him, his eyelashes fluttering ever-so-slightly against his face. You smile, tuck yourself back into him, and feel his breaths come out relaxed and steady. The tranquility doesn’t last long, though, and you watch as his eyes flicker open. “Good morning,” his voice is raspy, his saccharine accent accentuating every word with posh sweetness. He kisses your cheek and gets up, your eyes meeting his bare ass. “I should go shower, you cool to stay here?” He asks as he gathers his things.
“I need to go,” you also get up, searching around for your undergarments and your uncomfortable cocktail dress, pulling the blue, beaded garment on without much care. “Sundays are study days with June.”
You slip your uncomfortable heels on, wincing at the blister you’d developed last night but didn’t notice until now, and kiss him on the cheek as you leave his dorm.
The trek across campus has you nearly limping in pain, as you kick your shoes off the second you make it into your room. You gather your shower gear, thankful for your own bathroom and the warmth of a long, hot shower. It’s almost painful to wash his scent off of you, but you know you’ll be seeing him again soon, and let your floral body wash cleanse you and your sore form.
Before you get dressed, you grab antibiotic cream and bandaids from a drawer and tend to your blisters, throwing on a pair of slip-ons to avoid even more pain.
And as you go to study with June, your mind is far from Shakespeare; it rests only on Felix, Felix, Felix.
#felix catton x reader#felix catton#saltburn#saltburn x reader#saltburn smut#felix catton x you#felix catton x y/n#felix catton smut#felix catton fic#saltburn fanfic#saltburn fic#saltburn fanfiction
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some hugs n cuddles !ㅤ- feat. howdy, barnaby and eddie
warning(s): none.
author's note: y'know i just HAD to feed on the delusional fantasy by writing for the big boy trio... (also this is lowkey established relationship)
🐛 howdy pillar .
Howdy whistles contently to himself while organizing the shelves of his store. His work is cut short by the familiar jingle of the bell at the entrance, alerting him of your presence. “Howdy, neighbor, welcome to my bodega! Anything you need, I got it for ya. How can I be of service?” Howdy greets you with a warm smile as you step inside.
You walk up to the front counter and clear your throat. “I know this is not what you're currently selling, but…” Howdy's big, buggy eyes twinkled, “What is it? I can get it in stock in a jiffy, if you'd like!” You awkwardly press your lips into a thin line and exclaim, “It's not a product.”
“Oh?” He pauses. “Then what is it?” He asks slowly, the gentle baritone of his voice flowing through your eardrums. His eyebrows furrow and antennae shuffle with worry. You snicker and wave your hand dismissively, “Hey, don't give me that look! I wanted a hug!”
The frown on his fluffy face soon molded into a bright smile. "Oh, then why didn't ya just say that, lovebug?" He rushes over from behind the counter and swoops you off your feet. Howdy's lower pair of arms kept you up as he wraps his upper pair around your waist. He gently squeezes you close. "You're the cutest, (Name)!" The two of you giggle, giving sweet butterfly kisses against each other's noses.
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getting cuddles/hugs from this man is absolute heaven for ppl that are chronically touch starved (like me—)
howdy's two pairs of arms will give all the affection anyone would need in their entire life. like boy will have two arms wrapped around your waist, one hand caressing your cheek, and the last one intertwined with your fingers <333
he doesn't wanna bend over, so he'll pick u up alot tho… (he's old and carries boxes all the time, his back don't need all that, alr?)
he's very soft. he has fur/fluff. (yes, i am basing that off of clownsuu's design, and what?)
and i feel like he would just love holding you anyway. ur just so small compared to him and he wants to protect you, y'know?
i personally see howdy being the papa of the neighborhood, taking care of everyone alongside poppy (but he's a lil bit more strict than she is about it lmao)
hear me out on this one guys…. i know that most ppl portray him as this chatterbox, but he knows how and when to listen.
howdy will make sure that u never feel unheard or unloved, the sweet boy will make it his mission to put a smile on that adorable face of urs
🌭 barnaby b beagle .
Barnaby slouches in the bench chair and sighs. He takes a bite out of his hotdog when his eyes trail to a familiar face, walking up to him. "Ah, ey, kiddo. Whatchu want?" He gives you a relaxed smile. "I wanted to ask you for something."
He tilts his head, eyebrow raised. "Hmm? Go on, I got time." You take in a deep breath, "Hey Barnaby, Can you…" You pause as he leans closer to you. "Can you hold me? I've had kinda a rough day, and you're my go-to." He takes the last bite of his hotdog and pats his lap. " 'Course, kid. You can stay as long as you like."
Just as soon as you get his permission, you're sitting with your back towards him, his big paws placed gently across your belly. His plump figure makes it easy for you to practically sink into him like a fresh new couch. He hums a contented tune near your ear; your face warms up into a joyful grin.
Barnaby glances at you, "Ey, kiddo." You hum in response. "Y'know, I think Sally got a little bit of some competition; your smile alone could light up this whole neighborhood." You roll your eyes, a slight snicker escaping from your lips. "You're just saying that to make me feel better." He held you closer, shaking his head. Barnaby's large thumb caresses the palm of your right hand, tracing circles around its surface. "Nah, hon. It's all truth. I mean, ya must be some kinda treat, cuz I always catch myself gawking at the sight of you."
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boy's soft and plump like a giant life size pillow fr <3333 (human or dog ver, idc)
for dog ver, he loves being scratched behind his big ol ears !!!
gives bear hugs unintentionally
does that circle thing with ur palm
the dog be cooking tho. no, fr, he is the best cook in the neighborhood (and his love language is literally food) so if u need some support, he'll whip it up and serve it to u on a silver platter !!
also puns for days.. he wants to make everyone smile and laugh, u included. barnaby cannot stand a frown on a fellow neighbor's face.
Uncle-That-Smokes-Weedcore ™
he gives the best advice (when he wants to, that is. sometimes he'll say something stupid to see if whoever he gave the advice to will actually do it ;D) why do u think wally tells the man everything?
💌 eddie dear .
Eddie quickly walks to the door of his post office, filled with gratitude for another great hard day's work. As soon as he walks through the door, you rush over to give him a tender embrace. He chuckles, “Hey there, darlin'! Did my babydoll miss me?” With your face buried in his chest, you muffle out a "Mhm." Eddie's face beams, patting your back. "Well, I missed you too, honey." He places three soft kisses on you, one on your forehead, and the other two on either cheek.
Eddie tries to move forward, but you don't budge. Your arms are glued tight to him. "Uh, darlin'...? I– I gotta get unready, y'know? Please let go of me." He chuckles nervously. He tries to sneakily pull your arms away, but you speak before he's given the chance. "You've been gone all day, dear. Can't I hug you a little while longer?" You look up at him. The pleading look in your eyes melts the poor mailman's heart within seconds. "Alright, alright, fine! But just for a few minutes. I'd like to change into less sweaty clothes at some point."
The two of you just relax there for a moment, limbs wrapped delicately around each other. Absent-mindedly, Eddie guides you into somewhat of a slow dance, and your bodies sway back and forth as you and Eddie sink deeper into one and other's touch. After about a minute, he kisses your forehead again, then pulls away. "You satisfied, love?" You smile and nod slowly, "Yes, very."
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smooches for dayssss
most days this golden retriever man will lift u up, spin u around and DROWN U in kisses, but (obv) on busier days, hes a lot more relaxed about it
his love language is words of affirmation (so lots of pet names if u couldn't tell)
hand-holding at all times (when given opportunity)
EDDIE DEAR IS A POET. BOY WRITES U LOVE LETTERS EVERY OTHER DAY, ALL OF WHICH IS HANDMADE, ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE ENVELOPE.
is it weird that i see eddie and frank as my gay parents? (yeah we ARE the two gay married men w/ their autistic child trope.)
eddie would be that crazy country dad who would with zero hesitation pull a gun on someone hurting his baby
but fr, if u were feeling sad boy would pull out the arts and crafts and go bonkers with it. like "awh, yer sad??? let's make origami butterflies to make u feel better c:"
#welcome home#welcome home arg#welcome home x reader#welcome home x you#welcome home howdy#howdy pillar#howdy pillar x reader#welcome home barnaby#barnaby b beagle#barnaby b beagle x reader#welcome home eddie#eddie dear#eddie dear x reader#welcome home imagines#welcome home headcanons#for people who are inlove w puppets#no judgement#imagines#headcanons
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Ghost reaction to finding fanfic you write of them (smut, fluff or angst idrc) also feel free to ignore lovely
Papas reacting to fanfiction
WARNING: Copia's section includes Rite Here Rite Now spoilers.
Primo (he/him)
Reacting to „Souls on Fire” ♡ Yandere!Papa Emeritus I x Reader oneshot
Primo sat down to read after a long day in the garden, glasses perched on the end of his nose. You knotted your fingers together, you'd really taken some liberties imagining his younger self. Why were you even letting him read this?!
Despite your nerves, Primo seemed more and more delighted as he read. A small chuckle escaping him now and then.
"Ah yes, my younger brothers..." he mused to himself. "Such an adorably sinful handful."
He carried reading enthralled by every word. When he finished he turned to you with a truly devilish smile.
"Amore, it has been so long since someone has seen me for anything other than a wise old man who tends his garden."
"I think I know you better than most do." You winked with an awkward little giggle.
"Yes, you do." He says with a smile, then his expression turns serious "How did you find all this out?"
You eyes widen.
"The accuracy..." he shakes his head in dismay as you blanch.
"She was wonderful, I remember her well, she had a bit of a habit of running away... I can take you to meet her?" Primo looked so serious but his eyes gleamed with mischief. "In the cemetery, I sometimes still sit and watch her grave." You aren't sure whether to believe him or not and narrow your eyes.
"You won't leave me, will you amore? Because I can make you stay."
You hurled the nearest cushion at him. "I dare you try it, old man."
He scoffed and placed your laptop carefully down before holding his arms out for you. You couldn't say no to that adorable and loving smile.
"See, I have you completely under my spell." He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you.
"Prick." You mutter.
"That is not very polite, amore. If it makes you feel better, I love your writing. Luckily for you I am not a... 'yandere', but I do have an interesting past. I might tell you more of it if you promise to keep it to yourself and only yourself." Primo says with a kiss to your cheek.
Secondo (he/him)
Reacting to Day 23 of Kinktober: Blood - Papa Emeritus II
Secondo is not the one to snoop. He trusts you with his life. With his being. The Siblings of the Ministry, however? They are. They absolutely are. They also are completely unable to stay silent. So, when they blabber about you? He listens. He honestly just wanted to make sure that they weren't saying anything that he needed to... handle. He would never let anyone talk behind your back.
But they were blabbering about a story you written.. about Him. And that's what truly got his attention. Why hadn't you shown him before this point, anyways?
It didn't take him long to find the fic on his phone, he did have your writing blog on every platform, after all. Poker face on as usual as his eyes scanned over the words, carefully taking in each and every word. Memorizing them. Greeting you as usual as you walked into your twos shared chambers. Nodding and giving you a kiss, asking how your day was going and pointing you to the dinner he had made, as always. Going right back to reading, when he was done. Which wasn't odd, he was often stuck in a book, online or a physical one.
He doesn't say a thing for a few weeks. Bordering on a month. Just... waiting.
Not until your period, that is. He wakes you up with soft words and soft kisses, making you giggle happily, joining you with a shower and a wonderful breakfast, then gently leading you back to bed. Before harshly grabbing your wrists, asking for a safe word, and then doing Every. Single. Thing. You had written, keeping each moment to how you written it, and even going back to match it.
Perhaps a bit more mean, honestly.
Terzo (he/they)
Reacting to “Love Story” Terzo x f!reader one shot (READ CW)
Terzo wasn’t one to necessarily snoop at what you were writing. He knew it was your favourite hobby to partake in when you had free time. However, their curiosity got the better of them seeing a song connected to the story you were writing.
He put on the song as he read what you wrote, a little surprised to find it was a story about him. Humming as he began to reading. The first part was unbearably sweet, a smile appearing on his face as he read through. You did have a talent with words.
You walked in to him holding his neck as he read the second part, giving you a look of horror as you stood by. Awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck.
“Cara Mia…should I be concerned about where you got this idea to have Copia pose with my severed head from?”
You didn’t reply, just giving a sheepish smile as you came to lay beside them in bed. Looking at them with an awkward grin. Immediately setting off alarm bells in his mind.
“…you haven’t read the third part yet have you?”
Mismatched eyes returned to the screen as he seemed to fearfully begin reading the next part. His brows furrowing as they tensed up. Holding you close as if you trap you at his side, eyes widening after a few moments. Slowly looking at your sheepish smile.
“First thing amore, we are getting you…a very good therapist. Second…if I ever start acting that way I implore you to actually kill me. I am obsessed with you…but not to that degree.”
He huffed, putting aside the cursed story and stopping the music. Holding you close and breathing in the scent of your shampoo. Relaxing in your presence…
And hoping this inspiration hadn’t come from the bag he had hidden out in the garden…
Copia/Frater Imperator (he/him)
Reacting to Biggering ⸸ Cardinal Copia
Contains spoilers for Rite Here Rite Now.
"Wha- Amore, why would I- she's my mother! I would never-"
Copia stumbled over his words, looking between you and the screen of your laptop. He was just going to look something up real quick (although with his knowledge about modern technology, it wasn't really going to be too quick, but let's not get into those details), unaware that you left your Tumblr up with some sort of... story, as he assumed. He knew you wrote silly stories occasionally, but he never got to actually read any of your works. He got curious, especially seeing his name in the title of the story.
He played the song attached to the thing, since he deduced from the title that it was probably rather important. He knew he shouldn't snoop around, but curiosity got the best of him, as he got his glasses from his pocket and started to read what you wrote. He couldn't believe his eyes, especially at the end. While yes, he did enjoy the fame, he wasn't a villain! And he would never kill his mother, he mourned her death! He was heartbroken when he lost her!
And now, he was struggling to express just how confused he was by what you wrote. Even despite you assuring him you were just having fun with a concept of him, your anxious little ray of sunshine, being evil. A concept he did not really enjoy.
Needless to say, it took a big plate of rigattoni and about an hour of apology cuddles for him to stop pouting about that one little fanfic.
Old Nihil (he/him)
Reacting to “Tattoo” ♡ Old Papa Nihil x female!Reader (smut)
He begged and pleaded for you to let him read it. Hours and hours after he heard you'd written something about him. But you kept going bright red every single time. This story haunted you, it would never go away now that you had finally put pen to paper. You finally gave in when he looked at you with those simpering big eyes. Why not let him read it, it was out there on the Internet and it might actually make Nihil rather happy, even if it did give him a rather in depth view of your imagination.
You passed him a printed copy. He started to read, devouring each word.
At first he kept looking across at you, lounging on the sofa as you watched his every reaction. His gaze often went to your legs, which were covered by your jeans.
You raise an eyebrow, wordlessly daring him to ask, but then he swiftly reached for his oxygen mask and took a large hit.
He must have reached the smutty part.
A playful smile lit up your face as he read on, needing more and more oxygen with every paragraph.
"Ooooh, this is very good." He is transfixed and you are almost as mesmerized by the obvious rising of his own seven inches. "You write very well." He added as he reached the fanfic's ending with the biggest grin on his face.
"Thank you Papa. I can put a skirt on later if you'd like?"
He reached for his oxygen again while nodding enthusiastically.
You walk over to him, settling on his lap which only excites the man more.
"So, did you get the tattoo, my dear?" He asked, gently trailing his fingers up your thigh.
You lean in to whisper in his ear.
"You can find out tonight."
Young Nihil (he/him)
Reacting to Papa Nihil falling head over heels for reader
"What are you doing?" Nihil watched the ice melt in his cocktail and huffed. He should have been doing his work but fuck that, he'd rather be having fun with you...
Except you were in his office, on his sofa, with your clothes (well, the shirt was his) on and worst of all, working. What in the Dark Lord's name had gone wrong?
"Baaaabe..." he stood behind you to see what you were up to and you froze.
"Oh, you're writing!" he said happily, he was always so impressed by your work. He leaned in closer to get a better look. "About me?!"
It started off about right, his broken heart, his fear of rejection... wait, how did you know?
"You think I'm in love with you???" You went red but kept typing. "Babe..." He whined again but then trailed off and kept reading.
"Maybe I am... I like this part." He says with a large grin hiding his hammering heart. He was in love with you, he really did smile every time he saw you. How had you worked that out?!
He let out a sigh of relief, it all made sense now. He should have just told you himself.
"Why d'you stop before the good part?" His hands rested on your shoulder as he started to rub them. "The world should hear about my skills in bed. How I can make ya scream my name." He winked before he started kissing your neck.
Yet you were tense, still embarrassed as you stared at your writing. Your shoulders sagged.
He goes round so you can see him as he knelt down in front of you. "You don't have to write your hopes and dreams, just tell me about them. I mean, by all means, write, I love you imagination but this..." He pauses thinking of the right words. "I do love you and I won't mess it up this time." He takes both your hands and kisses them.
"I love you too..." You said with the most perfect soft little smile and his heart melted all over again.
"You keep writing if you want." He leaned in, his lips achingly close to yours. "Maybe the world should hear about your skill in bed. You are truly a dark temptress. Write about it. Or you can tell me now and I'll make your fantasies come true."
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Papas I and Nihil written by Nyx.
Papa II written by Zenith/Jasper.
Papa III written by Death.
Papa IV written by Nosferatu.
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hi! i was wondering if i could request some soft little Max? you and bean are my absolute favorite authors and blogs and since i am not blessed with the writing gene i was hoping you would bless us with some little Max to hopefully cheer bean up a bit too.
aw! you can always request little Max, i adore my boy. and i think this is very cute, hope you’re ok <3 @33max
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Daniel struggles fitting Max’s foot into his sneakers, Max’s entire body seemingly still soft and noodle-y post nap.
“Muffin,” Daniel hums, gently squeezing Max’s ankle. “Can you help Daddy, please?”
Max lifts his neck to face Daniel from where he’s flopped onto the couch, cheeks still flushed and lined with the imprint of the sheets. “Huh?”
“Your foot,” Daniel lifts Max’s ankle and wiggles it in his view, electing a soft giggle from the boy. “Has to go in your shoe, bud.”
Max sits up a little straighter so he can get his weight behind it, rubbing at his eyes and letting out a soft yawn.
Daniel resists the urge to coo, and the magnetic pull that wants to wrap Max up in a cuddle in a makeshift blanket fort and stay there for the foreseeable future, makes quick work of fitting Max’s shoes on and tying the laces.
It is a nice thought, the cuddle fort, but it’s been raining in England for the two days they have already spent together, and finally the sun has peeked to the grey clouds, and Daniel intends on soaking up some of those vitamins.
“All done,” Daniel hums as he pushes himself up, then holds out both hands for Max to pull himself up on. He does and then flops into Daniel’s chest, burying himself in the soft material of Daniel’s new enchanté sweatshirt.
Daniel smiles, wraps his arms around Max and presses his face into the messy mop of hair that he hasn’t fixed post nap. Secretly he loves the disgruntled look it gives Max, especially when they have nowhere important to be, and it just looks so cute now that Max hasn’t trimmed his hair in a bit.
“As much as I love this cuddle,” Daniel hums into Max’s dark blonde hair. “We should probably go chase the sun before she goes into hiding again.”
Daniel can feel Max make a face, the little guy also unimpressed with the amount of rain they’ve had and the strict rules that Daniel had enforced about not playing in it. Usually Daniel doesn’t mind, but their immune systems are down after the triple header, and Max would be very upset if he’d had to miss GoodWood if he were to fall ill. It had already been difficult keeping him and Lando separated post Silverstone after Lando had come down with the flu.
“Quick,” Max says already wriggling out of the hug and skipping off into the hall where their jackets are.
They’ve opted for casual wear, Daniel pleased with convincing Max out of the Red Bull windbreaker in hopes to not attract any attention on their walk, the area surrounding their AirBnB quiet anyway, but he doesn’t want to tempt fate.
Max is sporting the tote bag this time, Leo tucked inside, Max still weary of bringing him along but upset if he leaves him behind, the tote provides the perfect shield from prying eyes but it doesn’t stop Max’s babbling about everything they’re seeing.
“There’s a puddle, Leo.”
Daniel keeps a little bit of a closer eye on Max, slowing down from where he was a couple steps ahead.
“But we can’t jump in it cause we’ve got regular shoes on.” There’s a defeated sigh and Max stomps his foot away from the puddle to proof his point.
“Because,” Max adds, looking at Daniel now. “Daddy put the wrong shoes on.”
Daniel bites back an amused smile and watches as Max continues his conversation.
“Right?” He says, as if the plush is conversing with him, shaking his head as he walks past Daniel. “Silly Daddy.”
Daniel snorts, reaches out to poke at Max’s side as he passes him, something Max squeaks at and dances away from. “He’s going to get us!”
Max darts off ahead then, the dirt kicking up behind him as he speeds off further into the forest.
Daniel curses his age then, definitely enjoying their slow paced stroll up until know and wills his knees into shape as he chased after Max.
Max is definitely faster than Daniel, luckily, this version of Max is a little less speedy, more clumsy and Daniel catches up quickly enough, wrapping his arms around Max from behind and lifting him briefly. “Gotcha!”
Max bursts into a fit of giggles as he squirms out of Daniel’s hold, adjusting the tote bag on his shoulder and making sure Leo’s face can peak out again before he fits himself against Daniel’s side as they continue their stroll.
“Love.” Max hums, patting at Daniel as Daniel wraps an arm around his shoulders.
“Right back at ya.”
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How bout some sfw and nsfw Havik stuff? Like with a s/o who is shorter than him and loves him for him. You could do before or after the burn… (I got it bad for him, can’t get over how good he looks in mk1)
Understandable because I am so not normal about him.
Also I'm bonkers about a size kink so this is right up my alley
Warnings: talk of minor gore, explicit sexual content, just a sprinkle of angst
Nsfw under the cut >:3
SFW
-Havik loves that you're is shorter than him
-not because of some sort of power trip or anything. He just likes how cute you look, having to cran your head up to look at him
-he doesn't tease you about you're short stature, though. Not in a normal way, anyway
-none of that "why are you so smol" stuff. It's more like how you see a cat and pick it up by the scruff of its neck. The cuteness aggression kicks in and he just can't help but scoop you up and litter your face with licks and (gentle) bites
-this man would pick you up and toss you over his shoulder without hesitation just to because he can
-and if something is out of your reach and you ask him for help, he won't bother to grab it himself. He'll either pick you up and hold you up to what you need, or rip off his arm and say he's "giving you a hand"
-another thing he loves about you is how you accept him as he is. You don't try to change him or complain about his bouts of mania. He's so grateful for you and your gentle touch when he feels like he's about to crash. The way you gently cradle his scarred face almost makes him weep, and sometimes, he does
-Havik wouldn't dare shut you out, either, letting you see his vulnerability and care for him without fuss, just as he cares for you
-he's not very good with words, so instead of thank you's or apologies, he'll give you big bear hugs, wrapping you up in his strong embrace, bending down to bury his face in your neck
Nsfw
-oh man, don't get me started
-if it isn't already obvious, this guy has a size kink
-adding on to him loving to just toss you over his shoulder, Havik absolutely adores carrying you over to whatever place he deems suitable enough and pinning you down
-"Look at you. So small and cute...I'm going to eat you right up~"
-Havik nearly loses his mind when you comment about how big he is compared you you, and he can't help but get excited by the way he can bend you into different positions so easily
-and, despite his lack of lips, he's so very eager to go down, regardless of how you're built down there
-his tongue is rather skilled, plus he'll use his teeth if you ask. Adding a little bit of pain into the pleasurable experience of sex is something he is very fond of
-but I digress
-Havik wants to see you squirm, whether you're on top or beneath him. Feeling you squeeze his cock so snugly while you whine out his name has him reeling
-if you're on top, his hands will always be roaming. Hips, chest, ass, thighs, doesn't matter. He's gonna grope and squeeze all he can. He grips harder when he's close
- beneath him, he can be just as rough or gentle. He may be all about doing things his own way, but when it comes to you, he'll do just about anything you want
-Havik will do almost anything to please you, always holding his own climax back to make sure you feel as good as possible.
-plus he likes edging and orgasm denial
-make him beg he wants to be taken care of so bad
-such a small person being able to reduce him to a growling, moaning mess turns him on even more, his cock twitching and leaking until you finally grant him the sweet, sweet relief of your touch
-especially if he's bound. Tie him up and he's all yours :)
It's not my best, but I really hope you enjoy it! I'll have to jot these headcanons down as they pop into my head raaahh
#i just got back to school so my brain is dead#havik mk1#havik x reader#havik smut#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat#headcanons
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Sorry for that question but I really curious!
What made you fell in love with Cross and Lust?
Tell us more!!
😳😳😳 hhuh what rreally,, , ,,, 😳 u wanna hear me yap abt my sillies, my beloveds,,, (i appreciate the enthusiasm tho omg 🥺🫶🫶🫶)
i want to have the yuris with lust and the yaois with cross I I MEAN HWHWAT 🧍♂️
UM.
haha anyWAY,, (oh gog this ended up long)
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cross checks so many boxes for me it makes me go insane. too good to be true. versatile(??)— like it's somehow way too easy to put him in Situations. (he's bf and husbone material??? just -20hp me now; that already kills me) he's. hh. gawddamn there's reasons why he won a utmv sans sexyman poll.
he's like a crush that you can't get out of your head no matter what you do, i'm so freaking down bad for him it's not even funny anymore. ever since simping for cross i have not been the same since. the man has changed me. the attraction/simp feelings hit me like a bat out of nowhere and i don't understand why it's so intense— i. hh.
,,i like when ppl make him dorky. stupidly silly (absolutely love shitpost shenanigans and would absolutely LOVE to get into silly shenanigans with him and with/without his bestie epic). fun to be around when he's deemed you as a good friend. stars, he'd give good hugs. strong, solid, and warm, the kind of hugs u don't wanna pull away from so soon. a little endearingly cringe. fanon simp cross is adorable and fun to mess around with. tsundere cross is adorable and fun to mess with. cute anxious guy under all that intimidating aloofness. when i say his smile is an absolute treasure, i mean that. his blush making him look like a grape or a glowing bulb is adorable and makes me wanna tease him more. anime protag/character vibes so strong i wanna have a cute bl/shoujo manga romance with him type shit yk.
then there's times when he's The Hot Dude and i think it's illegal if he's all confident and smug and dom actually (/hj) cause that makes me wanna fucking fite him HELLO? SIR? ILLEGAL????? (<- the fight or flight response of a tsundere towards a milder tsundere LOL).
-hp every single time. mf gets successful d20 rolls w/ rizz on me and i get a critical hit every time. it's a 50/50 either i fluster to death and become weak or i wanna fite his dumbass
i'll. i can fight him. i'll lose but i can fight him for sure. (why is he so cool⁉️‼️💢💢💢RRRRRRR)
he makes me feel things. lots of things. (mostly fluster but when i'm feelin sooper soff i jst wanna shower his skull in keeses. ima kissy lil guy)
tired cross makes me just wanna take care of him. want him to come home to me without any worry because he thinks i'm his safe space.
when he's being stubborn i want to tell him to chill out for a little while, take a break and watch some funny stuff while drinking choccy milk or eating his fav foods and be cozy. bapping him if he's gonna try to get out of this too soon. he's gonna get the free time he deserves n relax n get cuddles n kithes.
the way he can gently hold my hand and look at me with a sincere look in his eyelights and say something genuinely affectionate feels like cupid shooting an arrow through my soul, but also feels like a balm. (a promise of loyalty and faithfulness.) (a kiss on the forehead? a cherry on top.)
well now i can't be mean to him with all the nice he's saying and doing. i just want nice things for him o(-< (even if he's a bastard sometimes lol<3 all circles back to the silly) (silly is always important)
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i love lust. so so so much. the fanon interpretation of him, anyway.
(don't get me wrong, i absolutely adore the feminine slay content of lust; but am i wrong for yearning for more masc lust content?)
i like my lust sans respectful, goofy, sans-like, an absolute sweetheart, and a caring, wonderful life partner. under the flirty personality and charm(ing looks), is a sans behavior that made me fall deeper. (he makes me feel very gender too) (ohmygofd yeah no he actually makes me think of gender sometimes rauauagrrgh<3/pos). i don't have to worry about showing my cring, weird side to him, because he's also a gremlin,, o(-< he doesn't have to present himself all nice and pretty all the time (although he's always pretty in my eyes). he can be comfortably himself; with me 🥺
i want to be his safe space.
i want to see him heal and be happy and be happy with me and give him all the love i can give and care for him and make him soso happy i just want him to feel SO sosososo loved, he deserves so much more
he's the only one who's able to get a certain reaction out of me; to pull flowers out of my heart. to pull out words of love and devotion and appreciation, heart bursting with affection only for him.
for him, i would try. i would live for him. i wish someone like him (the him i've created from interpretations and headcanons) was real irl.
i want to not care i don't care if he's a gorgeous well-known person that people fawn over, or if he's a campus crush, etc.,
i want him to think i'm worthy enough to keep in his life. for him to know how special he is to me, for him to know how much i want him in my life as much as i want him to keep me in his.
my immediate reaction when i think of him is: 😊💕💜💜💜eeeee kicks and giggles and flaps hands teehee
i love him so much i get a heart-on for him (/silly but it is true sometimes; love him so much it aches (in a good way))
#ask#mblue talks#m rambles#(embarrassing myself under the cut 😁!11! !)#(these words are messy like my thoughts hahagahgs forgive me for not making it proper or something)#(oh whoops is that my heart down there uh haha sry i must've dropped it lemme pick it back up—)#(honestly it gets kinda personalll?? but yeah my heart haha whoops)#(head full yet empty only purple beloveds...)#(took me so long to answer bc... thoughts... i wasn't sure which ones to omit or include)#crossrot#lm#cm
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Chapter 2 - Making Plans
Word count: ~1.1k
Please see Masterlist for warnings.
(World view reference: 101 Willow Dr.)
-The Next Morning-
I awake to the sound of my alarm, frantically shutting it off as it's sound is seemingly piercing in the morning silence.
As I lay my head back down on my pillow, the ceiling looks unfamiliar to me and I quickly sit up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, and looking around the room.
As my eyes adjust and the morning brain fog clears, I remember where I am.
I take a deep breath, calming myself back down and stand up. I then head to the master bath to get dressed for my morning run.
As I run from the circle drive, past Yunhos house, and down the street, I take in the fresh air and light breeze. Enjoying the sunlight and beautiful neighborhood, I find myself somewhat lost in thought. That is until I almost run smack into someone, barely stopping in time.
"I'm so sorry! I was a bit lost in thought, that could've ended badly." I panicingly apologize to the girl standing in front of me with her hand over her chest and a shocked expression.
"Oh no! It's okay! I wasn't really paying much attention either!" She brushes off the apology with a frantic wave of her free hand. "I was coming to check the mail since I just woke up. I should have looked before just stepping onto the main walkway."
Her shy smile as she babbled matched her soft appearance. I couldn't help but think that she was absolutely adorable.
"Looks like it's both of our faults then." I laugh, trying to lure her mind away from blaming herself.
She giggled in return. "I don't think I've seen you around here before?" She stated very curiously, almost questioning as she tilted her head slightly.
"My family owns 113, I just moved back late yesterday afternoon." I explain, pointing in the direction of my home.
"Oh! Well, welcome back!" She smiles very sweetly, holding out her hand. "I'm Heeyoung!"
"My name's Jaemin, Nice to meet you." I return the smile shaking her hand gently.
"Okay, well I'll let you get back to your run. Don't be a stranger Jaemin." She says as she opens her mailbox, grabbing the mail, then starts back up her driveway, a slight skip in her step.
"Thanks." I reply, waving as she makes her way back to her porch, a man standing in the doorway with a confused look on his face. "Who is that?" I could hear him asking as I started back on my run, Heeyoung's soft voice fading as I gained distance.
I reach the end of the road and look both directions before crossing, walking up to the open blue coffee shop doors.
When I walk in, I immediately stop as I see 2 people bickering at eachother and chuckle under my breath, shaking my head.
"You two are at it already? You've only been back for a day and it's only 9am." I tease.
The brunette behind the counter looks over to me. "They have been at it since she walked in the door yesterday. Please help my poor ears." He half jokes with a very 'over it' expression.
"Look Sunoo, Yeri started it!" The blonde protests.
"I did not!" Yeri whines turning to me. "Jaeee, Key is being mean to me already.." she pouts, sticking out her bottom lip and attempting puppy eyes.
"Why, he wouldn't give you the babygirl treatment?" I tease at her.
Yeri and I have been friends since we were in diapers. When Mom and I moved away, she came with us. Leaving her shop in the care of our other friends we've known since our early school days…Key, Sunoo, and Minho. We have roomed together since, and when I moved back she followed.
Yeri stared at me with her jaw dropped, visibly appalled that I didn't automatically take her side.
"Have you even unpacked everything from your car yet?" I poked at her.
Just then Minho walks by the open entrance where I am standing. "This is the last box." He says, making his way to the open door leading to the upstairs apartment and I tisk at Yeri.
"Whatever. Minho is my favorite anyways!" Yeri huffs, plopping down into the closest chair to her.
Key and Sunoo both roll their eyes, as I just laugh and take the seat directly across from her, Key sitting to my right. Sunoo then walks out from behind the counter with a wooden tray holding 5 very different drinks, setting it down on the table and taking a seat in the open chair to my left.
He knew exactly what coffees to make for our group.
A chocolate chip mocha blended frappuccino with barley any espresso for Yeri.
A hot americano for Key.
An iced americano for Minho.
A mint chocolate blended frappuccino for himself.
And finally, an iced caramel white mocha with hazelnut syrup for me.
As he is passing the respective drinks to each person, Minho returns through the door, pulling up a chair from a separate table and placing himself between Yeri and Sunoo.
The group of us catch up, we make plans to host a welcome party at my place.
"Who would we invite? Most of the houses on the block have been bought out by the college and turned into dorm like estates, so we don't really know anyone here anymore." I point out, as Yeri and I haven't been home in a while.
"Well, everyone in the neighborhood are pretty friendly. And the estates don't belong to the college directly, the owner just prefers to rent out rooms in the houses to college students since it's close to the school." Minho informs.
"Exactly. So you could really invite whoever. You know we're all down and I'm sure Jackson and his group would be up for it too." Sunoo suggests.
"Yeah, we could just invite the neighborhood and whoever shows up, shows up." I state, open to meeting new people.
"You and being social." Yeri rolls her eyes.
"Well we can't all be hermits who stay inside and avoid people all day, like you." Key teases her.
"Ya know what?! Fine! Invite everyone! Let's have a party!" Yeri protests Key's accusations, standing up and making her way to the back counter.
The rest of us laugh at the way Key knows exactly how to get under Yeri's skin.
"Then it's decided. I'll work on the invitations tonight." I finish, standing up and helping the others carry empty glasses to the counter.
"Now, speaking of Jackson, I need to go talk to him anyways, so I'm gunna head out. I'll bring invitations by in the morning!" Waving goodbye to my close friends, I walk out the door and head towards Jackson's place.
#sunoo#enhypen sunoo#enhypen#oc#original character#coffee#Jackson#jackson wang#stray kids#minho#leeknow#key#shinee#minho stray kids#key shinee
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favorite kingdom hearts characters. for science
WELL, gently taps the current pinned post of this blog, that one's a freebie ^__^
Anyway. BOY ranking them all is really hard bc so many characters in the series have permanently set up camp in my head by now and arent particularly inclined to leave any time soon, but if I had to list off just a couple examples that have caused me the most brain damage so far, itd be:
- Terra, hands down my number 1 most specialest guy in the whole world. Instantly became enamored with him from the moment I first set eyes on him and then proceeded to have all of my ribs carefully and meticulously pulled out of my chest one by one throughout the entirety of bbs and the entire rest of the series after that. Its so dire man I literally cannot look at any images of him now without physically having to hold myself back from making a long strangled whine Out Loud With My Mouth every time
- the entire Wayfinder Trio as a collective unit + Vanitas also tbh. Terra's obviously my Primary Favorite but the wayfinders as a whole also make my heart hurt so fucking bad man. My partner and I choose to interpret them all as siblings bc it leads to some exceptionally delicious and painful rs dynamics to explore imo and something abt it just makes The Miseries hit that much harder in ways that have literally had me writhing on the couch with a thousand yard stare rapidly cycling through the five stages of grief on loop. I'm also counting Vanitas as part of the unit bc he's just so closely tied to Ven in my brain that separating them (lol.) feels Wrong (lmao.), and. God. Vanitas might just be one of THE most tragic characters in literally any media I've experienced and I say this without a single hint of irony. The current total wordcount of the rps that I've written abt the wayfinders with my partner so far has probably shot past 50k by now. Why am I hurds
- Kairi. I was originally mostly ambivalent/neutrally intrigued abt her but kept getting increasingly more pissed abt her treatment and constant sidelining by the writing to the point where I got to kh3/mom and something in me snapped entirely, and from that moment onwards I decided to love her entirely out of spite. She instantly shot up to become one of my favorites after that and if I think abt her meta and story potential for longer than five minutes at a time I start frothing at the mouth
- Sora, naturally. I have so so so so many thoughts on this little darling boy that could easily double the wordcount of this ask just by themselves but the most important thing to mention here in lieu of that, for now, is that he's is the One (1) and ONLY child ive ever seen, whether real or fictional, that has made me experience emotions anywhere Close to resembling baby fever. I want to dribble him like a basketball but also gently pinch his cheek affectionately and also spoil him silly like a grandma seeing her beloved grandson again for the first time in months
- Xigbar. This fucko is the one I'm the most mad about ending up liking as much as I do, not because hes a bad character, absolutely far from it I fucking ADORE this terrible bodyhopping little cunt, but because it happened by complete accident after I realized he shares a lot of (surface) similarities with my favorite blorbo from another entirely unrelated franchise and I then got mad about realizing I have a very easily clockable Type (which I've affectionately dubbed the Guys That Suck category. I have more too obv but its the funniest one I have). He's also infuriatingly fun to write. Get me OUT of here
- Xemnas, Terranort and Ansem SoD. Everyone in the Nort Collective counts tbh but those three are the ones I lose sleep over the most, particularly the first two; Xemnas bc he makes me feel an unfathomably deep and haunting sense of grief (brought on by me finishing bbs and then realizing days later the exact way his creation connects to Terra's story and hearing the sound of fucking glass shattering at the back of my head instantly), and Terranort bc I'm fucking terrified of him and he also makes me want to eat gravel whenever I think abt him in context with him interacting with the rest of the wayfinders. He's also really fun to write and this fact Upsets Me. Ansem's listed bc you can never go wrong with the ol reliable mad scientist. The rest of the norts I would probably also be a lot more insane over once I actually get off my damn ass and start picking through the mobile games but that's an endeavor for Future Salty (i am very excited and terrified)
- the Lingering Will. I'm counting it as a separate entity from Terra and the rest of the Terra Collective on a technicality bc (LOUD TELEVISION STATIC AS I GESTURE FRANTICALLY AND FURIOUSLY @ THE JUMBLED BALL OF YARN LABELED "my thoughts on the physical and psychological effects of being a guy who got his soul and entire being shattered into like five million distinct pieces for over 10 Whole Entire Years" THAT I HAVE NOT EXPLAINED THE ENTIRETY OF TO A SINGLE OTHER SOUL ON EARTH) but. Eah. This fucking haunted hunk of metal has been eating holes through my brain tissue ever since I first saw the kh2 secret superboss and I'm distraught over it every single day of my life. This thing is like a weird bug to me. Do you understand. (tearign up) Do you get me. Do I have to pull out the Lingering Will/The Hollow Knight venn diagram
And as for the other fuckos haunting my cranium on the daily I can only mention a couple other honorary picks that honestly could also very well have made it to the main list if not for the fact that this post is already long enough as it is, and these following characters are therefore mostly delegated to Sleeper Agent Blorbos who I don't think about QUITE as often as the ones listed above but whenever I Do I get just as distraught and ailed over them. Anyway, shoutout to the entire Seasalt Trio, Demyx, Riku, Repliku, Naminé and Saïx and probably many others I'm forgetting rn bc it is currently 2 am and I'm running on approximately 5-6 hours of sleep and a prayer 👍 god bless and amen
#saltfish replies#empyreasheart#blinks blearily. good god this got Long i am SO fucking sorry i wrote all of this in a single mad haze#HA! YOU ACTIVATED MY AUTISM TRAP CARD#anyway. thank you so fucking much for the ask this was really fun to answer and i feel liek im about 2 seconds from passing out on the spot#kh
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tamsin did truly believe that ashton would be able to look after themselves; there really wasn't any doubt in that whatsoever, but she also was the one that knew what her husband was capable of, and what actually worried her was thinking that he could catch them off guard or that they'd be caught in a moment where they lost the upper hand, and he'd get to them. she just didn't want to think about them suffering the pain that she had been through time and time again. "okay," was eventually breathed out, head nodding to further accompany her words. "all i can do is promise you that i will try not to worry so much about it, because i just can't stop altogether. not possible."
tilting her head to the side slightly, tamsin let go of one of ashton's hands and rose it up to their cheek when she noticed a tear fall down it, and she gently ran a thumb across to wipe it away. the smile that spread across her lips only grew a little more at their confession. "good, because i don't want you to give up on me," she let out in a genuine whisper. leaning into the hand that was now caressing her cheek, a tiny breath escaped her as she listened to them talk; nothing but love and absolute adoration flickered in her gaze. before she could get any words out, ashton had leaned forward and lips were pressed against her own in a gentle kiss filled with love and tenderness which had her smiling, and she returned it with the same amount of emotion. "how did i ever get so lucky to be with you? it was hard you know...having to constantly leave and disappearing. i really am sorry for that."
bringing in yet another breath, her eyes finally averted to the ground, her hands leaving ashton as they rose up to cover her face for a beat before they slid upwards to run through her hair, eyes remaining closed, she didn't feel very strong. shaking her head, she slowly opened them and turned back to look at her lover. "i don't feel that way. honestly i feel kind of weak, because if i was strong or brave enough, i would have been able to talk about this with other people, and i would have been able to leave him years ago, but i- i couldn't." a tear finally escaped as it trickled down her cheek. raising both hands, she cupped ashton's face. "has anyone ever told you how charming you are? because you are so damn charming." smiling, she took hold of ashton's hands again, and gave them a gentle squeeze.
pressing her lips together, tamsin eventually let out a sigh. "no, i- i can't, ash. i have to... at least for tonight anyway. my best friend's birthday dinner is tonight, and i'd feel horrible if i missed it. but i promise tomorrow i'm all yours. we can sit down and start figuring things out." there was always a small bit of wonder about how her best friend would react to finding out about what her husband had been doing, but the fact that she had such a hard time talking about it caused guilt to flood her senses because she wasn't able to actually open up to her. tamsin was kind of positive that she'd be just as horrified as ashton currently was. moving her hands back upwards, she leaned forward once more and kissed them again, one hard sliding around to tangle in their hair. "and if you want, i can let you know where we are going for dinner," she mumbled against their lips. that way, it gave them a choice of whether they wanted to come keep an eye on things or not.
there was no point in ashton trying to press the point of her not needing to worry because it was something that clearly was not going to change. they knew next to nothing about this guy and they wanted it to stay that way, however they couldn't help but be a little curious with the way tamsin had been so worried for their safety. "i don't want you to make yourself sick with it either. i know you trust me but give me a little more credit to be able to defend myself and you." it was something they knew they could do, something they wanted to do as a partner.
even the smallest of smiles was a relief to ashton, that they could bring her some level of comfort in a situation that was far from okay. as they held onto her hands, they could feel the shaking and trembles, it was then they realised just how horrific things had been for the older woman, being stuck in a marriage out of fear, being hurt by someone who was meant to be a safe space. it made ashton realise just how lucky they were that they had spent the time with her that they had in the past. against all the odds and adversities, she had still made them a priority when she could. it changed everything and ashton felt bad for even questioning her at all. she was clearly doing the best she could. as tamsin spoke up, ashton held her hands a little tighter, not wanting to let her go, their eyes solely on hers.
as the tamsin spoke, ashton's heart beat faster in their chest with the words starting to sink in. already so emotionally charged, a tear trickled down their cheek without even noticing, while a dimpled smile spread across their features. it was all they'd wanted to hear. they were the love of someone's life or something even more than that. ashton had known from the moment they'd met her she was different, that she was going to be an important part of their life. "i wouldn't have given up on you." blue eyes searched tamsin's face, before taking one hand to caress the brunette's cheek, their thumb grazing the skin, "i didn't know it was possible to love someone as much as i love you. every part of my body screams for you tams, to be close to you. that's what's made all this so hard for me, i want to give you the world, treat you like a fucking queen. i hope you know and feel that you are so loved because i am so in love with you too." cautiously, ashton leaned in and kissed her lips sweetly. the kiss was gentle and soft, filled with tender love and reassurance.
as much as ashton didn't want to hear the answers to their questions, they needed to get an understanding of what exactly was going on so they comforted her in any way they could find. immediately the heart was back in the bit of their stomach. this man needed to rot in a jail cell. it only continued to prove how strong tamsin was, constantly putting on a smile to pretend that everything was fine. ashton's eyes fell closed hearing the worst of it came from when he was intoxicated. they wished she had come to them but of course they understood that it was never that easy. without speaking, ashton nodded, wanting her to finish before they said anything. "you are the strongest person i've ever met and not to mention brave, so thank you for trusting me enough to be open about this. you haven't deserved any of this and i'm so fucking mad that anyone would lay a finger on you. what you do deserve is to be worshipped and i want to spend every day doing that."
shaking their head gently, they spoke up, hands still entwined with tamsin's, "you can't go back, tams, which i can only assume will set him off but this is probably the safest place for you. i'll get whatever you need, just please, stay here." ashton's eyes pleaded with her, "i can move your car to the garage. i'm sure we can organise for you to work from here, get you a new phone number." this was all probably way out of their depth but they had to try something, anything to stop that monster from coming near her. "we could get a restraining order." ashton at least knew that if she cut off all contact he would be sweating, knowing that he no longer had control over her or the situation. tamsin held all the power, "there would be people that specialise in this stuff, we could set up a meeting? make an actual plan. i won't let him near you, okay? and if he tries, he has to get through me."
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Thought I’d share some of my Karl Jenkins headcanons/backstory I’ve developed for my version of him over the past few years if anyone is interested! He is very, very special and personal to me and I’ve put so much of myself into my version of him <3
-his full name is Karl Thomas Jenkins and he has ADHD, dyslexia and autism! His dad calls him Kage (which is like saying KJ out loud but not finishing pronouncing the J) which later gets picked up by the rest of the gang!
-lacks volume control, he is very loud and usually not aware of it, I hate to say it but he’s probably very annoying, we all love him anyway though bc he has such a good heart <3
-raised by his muggle father after his mum left them when he was 5 (she had severe untreated post natal depression and felt that it was the only way they could be happy :(( she does get treatment though and comes back into his life when he’s 16/17)
-as a result he’s got quite the fear of abandonment :( he never really had any friends growing up either bc he was so loud and annoying in class, kids laughed at him and he thought that was what it meant to be friends, so he took on the role of class clown without quite realising that people were laughing AT him, not with him
-he’s a major animal person, he finds them much easier to understand than people, and he always gives them very human names, his owl is called Agnes, he and his dad have a long haired dashound called George (who usually gets called Georgie Pie) and a Pygmy Puff who is is best friend that he takes everywhere called Darryl
-Darryl is a purple Pygmy puff that he and Craig found on the way to Hogsmede leading up to Christmas in first year, Craig is Darryl’s god father and he takes the role very seriously!
-Karl attempts to sneak Darryl into class every single day without fail, and every single day he is caught, he cannot figure out how, until eventually his favourite teachers start turning a blind eye and Karl thinks he’s finally gotten away with it
-it is also his dream to have a hippogriff called Gilbert!!
-major bisexual, he’s a hopeless romantic even if he doesn’t realise or want to admit it, and he has a major problem with telling the difference between romantic and platonic relationships/feelings, which means he’s had a crush on every single one of his friends at some point or another
-had a crush on James Sirius for most of Hogwarts, the first boy he realised he had feelings for and so is quite a formative person in his life
-aside from animals, his other passion in life is cooking! he and his dad are very close and they cook together all the time, which is a habit he brings with him to Hogwarts
-Karl spends a lot of time in the kitchens, he cooks or bakes whenever he’s stressed or whenever his friends are stressed, his favourite meal is a good old Mac and Cheese which he makes for the gang all the time
-his love language is hand writing recipes for his best friends of food he thinks they’ll like, and he draws little doodles in the margins!! the gang each have little makeshift cook book full of hand written recipes that Karl has given them over the years
-He is a chaser on the hufflepuff quidditch team and although he’s quite chill about the sport, he is secretly terrified of letting them down so he trains really hard, goes for jogs with Yann most mornings etc
-he and Polly have a very brother/sisterly relationship, and although it started off quite superficial due to them both having walls up, they ended up incredibly close, the sort of friendship where they’ll rip each other to shreds and get into stupid arguments all the time, but if anyone else says a word against the other they’ll destroy you
-the first time Polly called him her best friend he cried, it was a bit embarrassing but he’d never had a best friend or had anyone say that to him before, it was a very important moment for them both <3
-he met Craig in the train to Hogwarts in first year and they very quickly became a duo, they later joined Yann and Polly and became an inseparable group and it’s the happiest he’s ever been
-Craig helps him study most of the time, they’re super close and Karl was always very close to falling in love with him
-I have an AU in my head where if CBJ doesn’t die, they end up having an experimental friends with benefits relationship for a while where they get high together under the quidditch stands and hook up, it’s pretty chill and mostly to help them both figure out their sexualities, but it reaches a point where Karl realises he can’t keep it up bc he’s getting actual feeling for Craig, so they call it off and still remain best friends!
-he’s an incredibly tactile person and his love language is physical touch, he’s always kissing his friends on the cheek (or on the mouth if they’re drunk and up for it!) and hanging off them, holding their hands etc etc (I mean as a group anyway the gang are very tactile and usually all kissing each other, it’s about the platonic intimacy <3)
-in sixth year his Mum gets back in touch to let him know that she’d like to come back into his life if he’ll let her, and also that he has a half-sister called Adeline starting at Hogwarts that year, something he previously knew nothing about!! he’s conflicted bc he resents his mum for leaving without explanation, but he has also always wanted to be a big brother! he’s always envied Albus and James for that
-he ends up, almost entirely by accident, becoming the new Care of Magical Creatures professor a few years out of Hogwarts
-he and hagrid were always very close during his time at school, he’s the first non-wotter to get invited to tea, and he unironically loves it and always has an amazing time talking about creatures and helping Hagrid out with them, sneaking into the forest etc
-he’s the best student Hagrid’s ever had and yet is still taken off guard when he asks Karl if he wants to be his apprentice
-so Karl ends up becoming the youngest COMC professor Hogwarts has ever had, he absolutely loves it and gets very close with his Seventh Year class, he tells them a lot of stories that he thinks are appropriate until he remembers he was high at the time lmao
-he’ll get halfway through a story, realise he was high, falter and trail off, only for Nathaniel in the front row to raise his hand and go “sir, were you drunk?” and Karl’s like YES! I was…drunk…
-he has an on and off relationship with fellow Hufflepuff Matt Wood for literal years, but they eventually end up together
-his patronus is a meerkat!!!
There is still so much more I could say and feel like I’m missing but there you have it! I’ve been working on my Karl since I first saw CC in November of 2017 and he absolutely stole my heart so…here we are! Maybe I’ll add more, who knows!
#bit nervous about this one bc I have poured my heart and soul and four years of my life into mr karl jenkins#but I’m sharing it anyway!!!#pls let me know if u have any thoughts or questions!#this is just my version of him but it’s very personal to me#I have basically his entire life story mapped out in my head#I’ve tried writing it a few times but hm#he’s a hard character to capture!!#anyway I absolutely adore him and I am holding him very gently in my hands just above my heart <3#karl jenkins#the gang#cursed child#Harry Potter and the cursed child#ccsquad#and to think this all started bc of tom m*ckley#amazing man and even better karl#and I just wanted to explore more of who that character was and why he was behaving the way that he was#bc I just didn’t believe he had a bad heart or bad intentions#so yeah I have entire explanations and justifications of all of his choices in cc#anyway I feel like I’ve shared HEAPS but also nothing so :) that’s fun!
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Oh how would the fruity four react to their S/O being like very needy? Like I am on the week before my peroid and I get so clingy and needy then. Basically have to tell me you love me every 5 minutes. And I know it can be very very annoying but like I can't help it really otherwise I am convinced you hate me.Also love language physical tpuch is everything in that week! Cuddling to death. I feel like the fruity four would at one point all get annoyed 🙈
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The Fruity Four With a Clingy Significant Other
Steve Harrington
I feel like Steve would try his absolute best to be as patient as he can but will eventually get a lil frustrated with someone being too needy
like he can have a bit of a short temper if you constantly pester him about needing to be told he loves you, like he loves you he really does and it kinda kills him that you don’t necessarily always believe him, he tries to be as patient as he can but sometimes it does just frustrate him a bit
but even if he’s not feeling particularly cuddly or whatever he still doesn’t mind having you curl up in his lap or against his chest
so normally he’d have his arms wrapped around you but if he’s feeling like he needs a lil bit of a break from the clinginess he’ll just ‘take a step back’ literally just by leaning back and not actively holding you, rather he just lets you do you as you snuggle yourself in his lap
Eddie Munson
Eddie is completely okay with having a very clingy partner, I think he’s quite clingy himself, especially when it comes to physical affection
like he always likes to be touching you in some way or another, even if it’s just having a hand on your thigh or something, he just always likes to feel you next to him
the words of affirmation from this boy are next level, he’ll literally give you mini monologues about how much he loves and adores you, and he’ll literally never pass up the opportunity to remind you of it, he doesn’t care how many times he has to tell you
if you’re feeling needy and clingy he’s literally happy to go along with whatever it is you need, I feel like he’s very adaptable! so if you wanna hold onto him and be the big spoon? not a problem! you need to just be bear hugged and squeezed? he’s down for that too, whatever you need
Robin Buckley
Robin absolutely doesn’t mind a clingy significant other, in fact she kinda loves it
like I think Robin is naturally a very physically affectionate person anyway so having a partner that wants to cling to her all the time just works for her tbh
she’s always reassuring you about how she feels about you by just dropping in casual lil ‘love you’s throughout the day as you go about regular life, like you’ll say “I’m just popping to the shops” or something and she'll always just respond with “okay love you”, like she’ll just drop it in at any given point
like idk how to explain it but Robin is very casual in her clinginess, like dropping in the lil ‘love you’s, constantly having an arm around you, leaning on you while you’re on he couch together, yeah she’s just naturally always quite physically affectionate
Nancy Wheeler
so Nancy I think would potentially get a bit annoyed if you were being overly clingy but instead of making a big deal out of it she’ll just gently ask you to ease up a bit
she’ll be very good at reassuring you that it doesn’t mean she loves you any less or anything, she just needs to have a lil bit of her own space
Nancy is just very good at staying calm and communicating well with you, making sure you still feel loved and appreciated even without her having to say it all the time and / or having you physically clinging on to her
what she sometimes does when she’s not in the mood to snuggle but knows you still need some kind of attention is she’ll just let you lie with your head in her lap as she plays with your hair gently for a while
Masterlist
A/N: in conclusion I need to be snuggled by all four of them please and thank you!! hahaha thank you for sending me the lil scenario my darling, I hope you liked it <33
#the answer to your nightmare#🦊 anon#stranger nightmare#stranger things#stranger things imagine#stranger things headcanons#eddie munson#steve harrington#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#eddie munson headcanons#steve harrington headcanons#robin buckley headcanons#nancy wheeler headcanon#nancy wheeler headcanons#eddie munson headcanon#robin buckley headcanon#steve harrington headcanon#eddie munson imagine#steve harrington imagine#robin buckley imagine#nancy wheeler imagine
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Talk It Through As A Crew (pt. 1) | Izzy Hands (ft. The (Marooned) Crew Of The Revenge)
MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI
PART 1, PART 2
Relationship(s): Izzy Hands x gn!reader (romantic), the Crew (Oluwande, Buttons, Wee John, Black Pete, Roach and the Swede) x gn!reader (platonic)
Summary: Oluwande realises that you’re incredibly upset after being marooned. To pass the time and make the best of a bad situation, he suggests that you use your former captain’s policy, which leads to a revelation the crew hadn’t quite anticipated.
Warnings: OFMD season 1 finale spoilers, typical pirate stuff, angst with a bittersweet ending, something you could consider borderline-suicidal ideation (I wouldn’t say it’s too bad, though). (Let me know if I need to add any)
Word count: 2.4k
(A/N: I absolutely adore this fic- it’s definitely one of my favourites on this blog, and hopefully you’ll agree. I feel like this premise of the crew talking through their feelings after being marooned would also make a great Blackbonnet (or possibly Steddy Hands) x reader story, so let me know if you’d like me to write that. This is an alternate version of this imagine. Well, it’s alternate in the sense that it also takes place during the finale, but portrays the opposite thing that could have happened. I might write a sequel to this where the reader reunites with Izzy (if you’d like to see it, let me know), but I don’t have an idea worked out yet beyond Bad Blood by Taylor Swift vibes. [Insert obligatory begging for OFMD requests])
The Revenge had shrunk into a dot on the horizon by now.
Everyone appeared so defeated, awaiting death either by sprawling out on the pathetic excuse for an island or sulking (or both). No one wanted to speak. It would have been silent were it not for the sea.
Tears welled in your eyes and a lump formed in your throat. Everything, the conflict, the revenge, the betrayals, had culminated in this, and you weren’t sure that you could hold it in any longer. Even after being part of Stede’s crew, the thought of crying in front of the others was mortifying. They were in the same situation as you, and none of them were crying about it, were they?
Still, what you wanted and what you needed were completely different things. That’s why you finally allowed your sobs to escape. You buried your face in your hands, which were immediately dampened by your tears (and the sheen of sweat that had formed thanks to the harsh rays of the sun).
One by one, the crew looked over at you, something you didn’t notice because your eyes were covered and you had your back to most of them..
“Are they crying?” Wee John asked in a hushed voice- an attempt at one, anyway. You didn’t bother wondering who he was speaking to.
After around a minute, your sobs dissolved into sniffling and whimpering. You peeled your palms from your face, dried them on your shirt then used the backs of your hands to wipe away your tears and snot.
Oluwande examined your face (or what he could see of it), though he was more than aware that you were upset (and he could hazard a guess as to why). After a moment of thought, he rested a hand on your shoulder and gently squoze it. It silenced you for a moment, taking you by surprise. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Buttons shuffle over to you, situating himself at your side.
“Don’t worry yourself, mate,” Buttons assured. “We won’t eat you first, will we, lads?”
Well, it was a very on-brand attempt to ease your suspected worry. Black Pete, Roach, Wee John and the Swede muttered a series of noncommittal responses.
Oluwande sent him a glare.
“I don’t think that’s exactly what they’re crying about, Buttons.”
“Oh, so they’re fretting about us only having seawater to drink?”
“I’m pretty sure they’re upset about the… general hopelessness of this situation.”
“That’s fair enough. I, myself, am primarily concerned about the fact that the chances of us all getting out of this with our lives and our flesh intact are looking pretty slim at the moment.”
Oluwande went to speak, but you beat him to it.
“Eat me first.” you mumbled monotonously. “I don’t care.”
Oluwande swallowed his saliva, his eyes wide with worry. Sure, things were looking beyond bleak, but no one else had offered to sacrifice themself like that, especially in such a casual tone.
“Y/N...” he faltered. “I know things are looking pretty dire right now, but-”
“I don’t care about that, either. Not really, anyway.”
The crew glanced around at one another in confusion, though you only noticed Buttons and Olu exchanging a puzzled look
“What’s troubling you, then?” Buttons questioned.
You tensed up at that moment. Oluwande felt you stiffen beneath his touch.
For a moment, nothing happened. No one spoke. You glanced over to Oluwande as he turned to face Black Pete, Roach, the Swede and Wee John, who all knitted their brows as he looked around at them expectantly.
“Come on, guys.” Olu urged.
“What?” Black Pete asked in a cranky tone, finally sitting up.
“Get in a circle.”
“What are you on about?” Roach questioned.
“We’re gonna talk it through as a crew.”
Your shoulders sank, but you turned to face the rest of the crew anyway. Buttons did the same.
"Talk what through?” the Swede said cluelessly.
He crawled over to join the almost-circle. Roach moved over and sat beside him.
“Well, we’re all in the same shit situation, but I’m guessing some of us are thinking about different things.” Olu shrugged. “So, why don’t we talk about it? It might make us feel a bit better, and that’s all we can really do right now.”
Black Pete groaned and shuffled over to beside Roach.
“Oh, alright, then.” Wee John conceded with a huff. He wedged himself between Buttons and Black Pete.
The crew (or what was left of it) sat there with similar solemn expressions. At first, the only sound (aside from the sea) was your sniffling as you continued to brush away your tears. Oluwande glanced around at everyone.
“Um...Does anyone have anything they want to share?” he began uncertainly. He lacked the confidence of Stede, who would have persisted with this exercise without acknowledging his crew’s noticeable bewilderment and lack of enthusiasm.
All he received were blank stares, or, in the case of you and Black Pete, a complete avoidance of meeting his gaze.
“Why don’t I go first then?” Olu suggested. He took in a deep breath and drummed his fingers against the ground. He focused on them as he spoke.
“Jim... and Frenchie are both still on the ship,” Olu explained. “I mean, I think they are. We don’t really know what’s going on. All we know is we were left here, probably to die, and they weren’t. I’m worried something bad could happen to them, too.”
You understood where he was coming from. While you were all certain on some level that most, if not all, of you were going to die on this island, no one knew what would happen to Jim or Frenchie. Not knowing was far worse than knowing, at least that’s what you thought.
“Can’t be anything worse than this, can it?” Roach shrugged.
“Of course it can.” Black Pete scoffed. “Are you forgetting they're on the same ship as one of the deadliest pirates to ever live, and the dick who… gleefully rowed us out here to die?”
You bit your lip and scratched your cheek uncomfortably.
“I thought Blackbeard was nice now.” the Swede chimed in.
“Leaving us stranded in the middle of the ocean isn’t what I’d consider ‘nice’.”
Oluwande sighed. A melancholy silence fell over you.
“If I managed to survive being part of Blackbeard’s crew, odds are Jim’ll be alright.” you commented. “I’m not so sure about Frenchie. Hopefully, they’ll both be okay.”
“I hope so too.”
Olu cleared his throat.
“Who wants to go next?”
Black Pete sighed.
“I’ll go.” he reluctantly volunteered.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, mate.” Olu insisted, picking up on Pete’s hesitance.
“No, it’s fine.” Pete assured, waving his hand dismissively.
“Alright, then. Go ahead.”
“Well, as you all know, Lucius has been missing since last night.” Black Pete began. “After what Blackbeard did to us… fuck knows what happened to him.”
“What are you guys worrying about other people for?” Wee John probed.
“We know what’s gonna happen to us.” Pete answered grimly. “All we really have to worry about now is what’s happening to the people we… love.”
You clenched your jaw and huffed. Unfortunately, the others heard the hoarse rumble.
“Ah, so that’s what’s troubling you.” Buttons concluded.
“What?”
“Love.”
It wasn’t just the sun that was heating up your cheeks now, was it? You looked down as you rubbed your forearm anxiously.
“No…”
“Well, that was the worst lie I’ve ever heard.” Black Pete snorted.
You didn’t bother to argue. Somehow, you were already neck deep in a hole you’d managed to dig in less than 10 seconds.
“Aye,” Buttons agreed. “They’re not even denying it.”
“I didn’t know you were having any… love problems, Y/N.” Oluwande commented in a gentle (and somewhat intrigued) tone.
“Who is it?” Wee John blurted.
“No.”
“You can’t leave it at that, though! Especially when you were crying about it a minute ago.”
“They don't have to answer if they don’t want to.” Olu argued in an attempt at mediation.
“Can we guess?” Roach requested.
“Why do you even care?” you snapped, raising your hands in exasperation
“There’s nothing else to do.”
“My personal problems aren’t something ‘to do’, Roach.”
“Come on. Me and Olu said our things.” Black Pete tried
You groaned and ran your hand over your face. He made a decent point. It must have taken a lot for them to open up like that, and you refusing to do so wasn’t exactly in the spirit of things. Besides, you’d probably be dead in a few days anyway. The least you could do is provide them with something they would find vaguely entertaining.
“Fine.” you conceded through gritted teeth. “I’ll answer your questions if you promise not to be total bellends about it.”
They all uttered a kind of agreement. You sat there stiffly for a moment, attempting to blink away the fresh tears burning your eyes.
“So, who is it?” Wee John repeated.
“Just so we’re clear, you’ve all agreed that, if even one of you is a bellend about the next word that comes out of my mouth after this sentence, I’m not going to elaborate any further.”
You suspected they figured out which of them you were directly addressing with that warning.
“Just get on with it, man.” Roach ordered.
You took in a deep breath and scratched your neck.
Part of you hoped they didn’t hear you when you reluctantly mumbled, “Izzy.”
“Izzy as in… Izzy Hands?” Black Pete questioned incredulously.
“Mhm.” you hummed, as though the admission caused you pain. Your fingertips trailed to your forehead, which you massaged out of impulse.
Silence. It was better than mockery, you supposed. Then again, it didn’t feel quite right that you’d just confessed such a thing to them, of all people, and not been bombarded with a series of curious, insensitive remarks. You finally dared to look up at them and were alarmed to realise they were all staring at you with wide eyes. It appeared as though at least Black Pete and Wee John were about to explode (presumably due to the myriad of the aforementioned curious, insensitive remarks they were trying their best not to let slip off their tongues).
“I know.” you sighed pitifully.
Your eyes darted downwards as you gloomily swiped at the tears spilling from your eyes. The silence persisted. You glanced up at Pete and groaned.
“Go on. Say what you have to say.”
“I… Um… What the hell?”
“Fair enough.”
You glanced around.
“What about you, Olu?”
He watched you anxiously, as though you had just threatened him.
“Uh…” he hesitated. “No disrespect or anything but, like… why?”
You decided that focusing on the sky was better than making eye contact with the group of horrified and/or baffled men. After all, it was easier to think of what to say when you cast aside their intense stares.
“I know he’s a total prick. But, I guess, when I used to work on Blackbeard’s ship, something… developed.” you replied. “The feelings are just there and I don’t exactly know why, to be honest.”
“So, these feelings are still there,” Olu wondered. “Even after everything he’s put us all through?”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I don’t completely fucking despise the bastard.”
Oluwande was unsettled by your sinister, pained glare, which you directed at your lap.
“God, I’m an idiot.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Of course I am, Olu.” you sighed. “You’d have to be an idiot to fall in love with a prick who doesn’t give a shit about you.”
A different kind of silence fell over you, but you didn’t bother to question it until-
“Do they not know?” Black Pete whispered.
“Know what?”
“I don’t think they know.” Roach responded.
“Know what?”
Black Pete exchanged a glance with Roach, but you noticed that everyone looked a tad uncomfortable, if not bewildered.
“Izzy totally had something for you.” Black Pete stated.
You let out a humourless laugh and shook your head.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Uh, yeah, I’m pretty sure he did.” He paused before continuing, “Lucius thought so. Said Izzy had a soft spot for you.”
You froze and swallowed your saliva.
“I know he preferred me over you guys, but if this thing was mutual,” you argued. “He wouldn’t have done this to me.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose. Once again, tears built up in your eyes. You let them spill. At least they weren’t accompanied by sobs, you thought.
“I don’t care that he doesn’t… like me back,” you stated weakly. “It just really fucking stings, y’know? After everything I let myself feel about him, it turns out I mean so little to him that he could just leave me in the middle of nowhere to die.”
Oluwande patted you on the shoulder again. You were taken by surprise when Buttons clapped a hand on your shoulder, too.
“Love is a cruel mistress.” Buttons proclaimed with a heavy sigh. “Perhaps a crueller mistress than the sea, and definitely a crueller mistress than that wee angry fella. Mustn’t let it get you down, though, especially since you’re probably counting down the days ‘til you kick the bucket, so to speak.”
You looked at him out of the corner of your eye.
“Besides,” Black Pete added. “You could do a lot better than Izzy.”
“Yeah, way better, mate.” Olu agreed.
A small smile tugged at your lips.
“You know, if we were to ever get off this island,” Roach said with a smirk. “I wouldn’t mind tracking Izzy down, maybe hack off another one, or eight, of his toes”
The Swede, Buttons and Wee John sent him a puzzled look
“One for each of us,” he clarified. “and an extra one for you, Y/N.”
They nodded in understanding and agreement. You chuckled.
“Count me in.” Black Pete shrugged.
“What is it with pirates and revenge?” Olu questioned with narrowed eyes.
“Are you saying you don’t wanna hurt Izzy?” Wee John said incredulously.
“Of course I wanna hurt him, after everything he’s done. If it weren’t for him, everything would still be alright. Even Ed’d probably be fine, too.”
“So, we’re agreed?” Roach looked around at all of you. “If any of us gets out of this, Izzy’s totally fucked?”
A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. It ached, but it was genuine.
“I like the sound of that.”
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HEY BESTIE I HOPE YOUR HAVING AN AMAZING DAY
CAN I GET SOME GENERAL HEADCANONS WITH SUNG JIN-WOO WITH A FEMALE S/O
FEEL FREE TO IGNORE BUT REMEMBER TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF
>:)
general relationship headcanons of sung jin-woo with his beloved s/o
- warnings: none! just a tad bit of nsfw implications
- audience: I made this gender neutral, i do hope that’s okay!!
- a/n: hello >:) anonnn (may i call u that? lmao-) here’s your request love!! thank you for your kind words <33 stay heathy, stay hydrated, and always rest up okay? hope you have an amazing day ahead too!!
also idk who jacob is-
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: pre-awakened jin-woo (before entering the carthenon temple)
> he was always cautious, he didn't want [you] to hear the whispers going around about how you could've chosen someone better, about how you could've loved someone that was not him. thus, he was very shy and timid, always on edge when he feels the piercing stares from his batchmates -most especially when you try to initiate physical contact with him in your school or in public, you'd see him uncomfortable and so you'd immediately stop (because you respect him, ily). behind closed doors though he would always go above and beyond in pleasing you and making you feel loved, although he always doubts himself so you always make sure to give him praises and assure him that he is the one you love (not that jerk jacob from the class next door).
> he always wears spare hair ties or hair pins around his wrists in case you forget or lose yours. in fact when its weekends -and when he's not out infiltrating dungeons and positively offering his life on a silver platter- he always tries to study new hairdos and hairstyles so he can have more variations and choices when he ties or pins your hair for you. he'd always kiss the top of your head after and you'd feel his smile as he nuzzles your hair, smelling your shampoo. since his hair is also long, you'd also return the favor and tie his hair for him. his favorite would have to be the classic apple look with a pointy lock of hair erect in the middle -he really looks like a shih tzu, adorable-
> he.blushes.so.easily !!! he is very weak to praises and your lil kisses that pepper his face. you can see him glow and you even see his smile evidently becoming wider despite him shying away from you, looking downwards to avoid your loving gaze.
> he may be sht but he is also very playful towards you, teasing you and throwing pillows at you when you’re in his room, what a baby.
> often during dates he'd always need to leave early because he really needs to earn money and g to the dungeons. although you try to offer him some of your savings or your help during the dungeon raids, he'd always reject your offer, thinking of how it may burden you or the dungeon raids may possibly hurt you. you don't listen to him though, you give some of your savings to his sister when you cross paths in your school, and you'd always register after him in raids or call up someone you know to have you join in.
"(name) why are you here?!"
"angel face, i can handle myself just fine. it's my choice to help you and whether you like it or not, i've also been called for this raid. come love, we're going in."
> you'd always take his blue hoodie and wear it. he gets so shy when you smell it.
he gets frantic when you take his hoodie and start sniffing it, exclaiming; "stop! i smell weird."
you raise an eyebrow at him, "woo, you smell fine. i like it."
he tries to stutter a remark but was silenced by your smile.
> you always try to visit his mother with him and his sister, jinah. you always talk to their mother out loud and you'd see jinah smile gently at you and jin-woo trying to stop sniffles from escaping his lips by biting them and covering his face with his hoodie.
jinah: u simp
jin-woo: shut it
> he loved cuddles! but he really likes kissing your cheeks. he loves how soft they are and he loves feeling your cheeks move when you smile or laugh at his cute antics.
> he loves you so so dear
: post-awakened jin-woo (after the events of the carthenon temple)
> oh, dear it's the monarch-
> you weren't with him when he raided the "d-rank" dungeon that then turned out to be,, well pretty much a bloodbath, so you were very worried when you heard word of the news. you and jinah basically ran to the hospital and when you caught sight of him you almost fell down from relief and pure shock in seeing the state he's in. well, not long after though suddenly he's all buff and you were really trying to make sense of what's happening.
you: hello there good sir, what in the name of fck are you doing in my boyfriend’s room all sweaty and half-naked😀
jin-woo: (name) it’s me
you: haha yes, sir ‘it’s me’ that’s a pretty weird name but i don't judge, anyways my baby boy is not here uhm haha please get out of my boyfriend’s room
jin-woo: (name) it’s really me!
you: no sir, my woo radiates baby energy, you on the other hand radiates big dilf energy, haha i do not like what i am sensing so please for the life of me leave-
(jinah had to convince you that it is indeed jin-woo, you had her stop you from trying to hold his tiddies)
> you were very happy in seeing how confident he’s become, and you were even more proud with how he still says so humble despite his new accomplishments and title.
> it was obvious that he has become distant with others and have set a boundary between him and other hunters, you accept that part of him though since you know just how much he has gone through. he may act aloof towards others but he’s still very playful and comfortable with you.
> you have also noticed another thing though, he has become a bit possessive or much protective over you and jinah. he’d always have you bring a shadow with you to guard you when he can’t be with you. also, when someone stares at you for far too long, he’d step in and go, “hey there pal” and oh gosh was that enough to get the guy running (pretty damn hot)
> you still visit his mom with him, he doesn’t cry now though.
> when he trains, you’d insist on lying down below him when he does push-ups. you’d kiss him every time he swoops down and you’d hear him laugh which then makes you giggle as you hold his cheeks between your hands
> jinah is sick of the two you, always screaming about how on earth did her brother get an s/o before her, the audacity!
> his shadows adore you, of they’d always try to impress you or get head pats when you tell jin-woo to summon them for you. you live them to bits and always thanks them for a job well done in helping jin-woo with his raids. on the first time you accompanied him for a raid -you had to bribe him with more cuddles- and you were shocked with how his sweet adorable shadows turned a full 180, becoming ruthless towards the enemies. quite a show you’d say. after though, they’re back to flocking over you, even dismissing jin-woo lmao
jin-woo, watching you give each shadows head pats: i hate it here
you: get in line then
> it may be due to his newly acquired talents and his current mental and physical prowess but he has become more perceptive towards you. he can always read you and know just what your mood is and he always tries to make you feel better by giving his whole attention to you.
> of but of course, since dear jin-woo has become quite the looker, you also notice how girls flock over to him. and especially miss hae-in (she’s very sweet yes, but hey that’s your man so like—). the moment you discovered that she left her guild to join jin-woo’s, and then confessed (well basically she did) to your man, well you were upset but really who could blame her? instead of taking your frustrations out on her and your boyfriend, you decided to just talk it out with jin-woo and ask him about how it went. the two of you cleared it out and you got kisses and maybe even more after that ;))
> you and jin-ho are menaces to society when you are together, he hates how endearing and annoying you two can be. i mean, does he really hate it? nope, he absolutely loves seeing you two interact, although his head always throbs when you two start screaming to britney, gaga, and doja.
> a tease, he has become the master of being a tease, you hate it and love it at the same time. he’d trail kisses down your neck to your thighs and leave some marks then he’d suddenly walk away while asking you what take-out you want. rude, that’s what he is. ofc he always finished what he starts tho oop-
> he always randomly bites you now, you don’t know why but it’s really cute when he starts nibbling so you let him be.
> so extra when he tells you that he loves you. he professes it in such weird but adorable ways. one time he had printed out ‘i love you so much’ on a big-ass tarpaulin and had his shadows hold it for him while he’s kneeling down smoldering at you. you hate him so much (you don’t-). or that one time he bought a bouquet basket and had a ring tied to one of the flowers, you had to take the bouquet apart since the damn ring fell to the very bottom.
> sometimes when he gets back to the agency after his dungeon raids you and jin-ho would see him all grumpy and you immediately know that either he wasn’t able to make the enemy his soldier or his coat got ruined.
jin-woo: *sad noises*
jin-ho: that’s okay, you can kill and slaughter the others and take their souls next time
you: jin-ho couldn’t you have worded that better-
over-all, he’s the bestest boyfriend, such a sweet and handsome pretty boy much strong and reliable we love him<333
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- a/n: i can add more to this if you’d like!! just hit me up again lmao it’s too long now so-
#sung jin woo x reader#sung jin woo#solo leveling#solo leveling x reader#manhwa#jin woo#jinwoo#sung jinwoo#winamikobabbles#sung jinwoo x reader
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WOW FAIRY TAIL. seeing them brought back sooooo many memories of middle school me hgehasf ANYWAY what do you think about the Strauss siblings??
The most siblings of all time my god!!!! I love them so much can do no wrong my three baby children!!
I try not to be too biased but my god. Elfman is everything one could ever want in a character. He sets the standard for Fairy Tail guys. He's big. He's Dumb. He's full of love. The perfect himbo of a guy.
Baby Elfman specifically is my everything he is just a Littol Guy I am pinching his cheeks and pulling them till he cries he's so cute in him little bow tie baby smile absolute perfect child hold him gently and brush his hair.
Elfman to me is Bi with a preference to men. There's a filler episode where Juvia is asking everyone what they want most as a gift no matter what and I know his whole bit is Manly but the fact that his answer with minimal hesitation is "A man" is so not Straight. But also his entire thing with Evergreen actually matters to me so much you do not understand.
Headcanon that Elfman is positively terrified of his own strength, he doesn't like being big and buff as much as he acts like he does. He likes feeling like he could protect people, sure, but in his mind he's just as likely to hurt them as well. When he gets older and his life calms down as the need to take jobs to pay rent lessens I think he'd eventually stop working out and fall comfortably into a pudgier shape, more like he was when he was little. Dad bod Elfman. Bear Elfman. Consider it.
Mirajane is probably, objectively, the best character in this show, Hands down. She's the only female character treated with any respect in a fight, she is smart, she is sweet, she is cute, she can kick your ass, she's very easily the second strongest wizard in the guild tailing Gildarts by only the littlest bit. She's held back by the trauma of loosing half her family not once but twice, she healed, and still chooses not to fight as she just lost the taste for it.
She's one of few characters who uses her head, she thinks, she holds the guild braincell and my god has she had to bear it for so long. The wiki says she's 19 and I fucking disagree. This is THE woman of all time. She uses her power as The Only One Who Thinks to mess with people and my god she's so fucking funny I'm sorry but this woman's gags are hysterical and when everyone else is getting into bullshit and she just plays into it and encourages them I genuinely laugh every time.
To me she has a lot of Aro vibes, happy with friends and family. If she were to get into a romantic relationship I think it'd be with another woman, I just can't see her with a guy?? She was born to live the Aunt life though, so when Elfman finally settles down and adopts the dad bod she is going to be all over his kids all the time.
Lisanna I have a bit of a harder time with. I wasn't really expecting to ever really know her, ya know? She was dead, it was a big deal, a big stain in the backstory of everyone in the Guild at the time. I thought she'd be someone who's death rung across the rest of the narrative, not a sort of love interest to get between Natsu and Lucy (which she doesn't really do either?)
She doesn't have a lot of plot relevance. Where I am right now she has yet to take a fight on her own, and as far as I can remember all the fights she has been in she's lost. Everyone counts her out really fast, keeps her out of harms way, kinda... treats her like a baby. And then outside of fights she doesn't do much either? I have a hard time finding her in character shots around the guild or placing her in any casual situations. So not only is she no longer the trauma the Guild bears, she's also still not really present despite being alive.
I like her, trust me! I think she's cute, the way Laxus reacted to her on Tenro island is positively adorable and makes me laugh every time, I like Elfman having another sister to bully him around in my stead, I'm glad Mira had the chance to heal she always needed and the sister she loved back.
I just think, personally, she was better as a point in history the characters grieved than as a character rarely used.
Also she's Straight and Transgender I make the rules this is my house.
#Fairy Tail#Long post#I'm so SORRY LISANNA I'M TRYING SO HARD TO LOVE YOU I PROMISE#SHE IS MY SWEET BABY GIRL#I wrote a lot of my self-insert's character growth around her death as well#I. I honestly was super upset when she came back from Edolas like genuinely#you go back on the one character death you have#AND THEN SHE DOES BASICALLY NOTHING!!!!#I'm sorry I'm sorry she's so incredibly cute she deserves better#Speaking of cute baby Elfman my god The Perfect Child#Pinching his cheeks and ruffling his hair and hugging him oh so very tight#He's so full of Autism#My son boy boy son#My favorite character's in Fairy Tail are the This Is The Dumbest Guy You've Ever Met characters#And Elfman set the bar he was the first Dumbest Man#Baby Elfman.... pinchie his cheeks. Make him cry. Get smacked by Mira.#Continue cycle#I didn't even include a picture of Grown Elfman you're just getting baby guy today he is my everything
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the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader
anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))
Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)
thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!
- tries his very very best to stay calm
- you can see panic bubbling under the surface
- faust is on high alert
- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug
- "friend! hurt!"
- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up
- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you
- or who did this to you
- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes
- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly
- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."
- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"
- "and nobody helped you?"
- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry
- in a situation where someone hurt you?
- oh god
- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."
- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."
- i don't even think he would know what to say
- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you
- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out
- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt
- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again
- because he simply can't handle it
- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??
- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay
- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"
- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"
- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"
- that would make him feel better
- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches
- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep
- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"
- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"
- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*
- panicked doctor mode enabled
- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions
- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort
- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"
- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"
- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"
- there's really no use in arguing
- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound
- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging
- "so, how did this happen?"
- his voice is literally trembling
- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"
- immediately thinks it's his fault
- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"
- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty
- would kneel for you, head on your knees
- "y/n, i am so sorry"
- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"
- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"
- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion
- nurse juli <3
- but let's say someone had put their hands on you
- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you
- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion
- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out
- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest
- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"
- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"
- embarrassed blush
- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself
- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"
- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own
- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze
- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep
- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing
- them]n nadia gets word
- the calm, collected queen act disappears
- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to
- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"
- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable
- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy
- god i love her so much
- anyways um
- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.
- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut
- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever
- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so
- holds your hands
- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber
- so that's where you wake up! how cute
- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed
- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy
- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"
- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy
- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright
- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out
- either way, the guards are on it
- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight
- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you
- for the both of you
- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"
- you try to sit up but she won't let you
- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"
- "oh okay, sorry"
- "is there anything i can get you?"
- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need
- "just some water would be nice"
- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"
- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up
- cause like he has some problems anyway
- he big sad boi
- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping
- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word
- just starts examining the cut
- inanna is also very concerned
- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful
- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything
- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock
- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes
- he doesn't know what to do
- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"
- low-key makes him feel worse
- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe
- even tho this was just an accident
- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping
- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself
- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"
- cause you're bleeding like a lot
- inanna stays behind
- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it
- leaves the hut without another word
- julian gets to work immediately
- "so, you cut your foot i see"
- smartass.
- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"
- julian chuckled at this
- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"
- "...yeah, sliced it right open"
- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected
- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut
- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"
- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed
- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"
- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"
- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"
- he really needed a hug
- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not
- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"
- sweet lil smile
- "deal."
- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"
- you were tending the garden
- without her supervision
- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand
- deep
- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away
- girl is on the move
- cause she knows what to do! love that
- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has
- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down
- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom
- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do
- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"
- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"
- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding
- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together
- places a kiss to your fingertips
- "all done! no more gardening for you!"
- "hey, why not?"
- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"
- "no"
- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"
- eye roll
- "yes ma'am" you mocked
- even though you know it's just because she loves you
- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"
- "only if you let me eat the dough!"
- good god do i love this man
- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane
- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first
- cause he's too focused on himself
- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in
- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"
- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee
- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you
- "u-um, yeah, they look good"
- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here
- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"
- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"
- then he turned around
- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!
- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges
- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut
- "hey, hey, what happened?"
- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"
- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was
- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"
- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"
- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"
- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well
- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"
- he looked slightly offended, at that
- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"
- you giggled at the thought
- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"
- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand
- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"
- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again
- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you
- attacked you
- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor
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srry if this message is long af but omg i JUST found your blog and just finished obsessively reading through all of your works.. not only do you seem so sweet but i am also SO in love with your writing already 🥺💕 so i do actually have a small, kinda silly request if you dont mind... i have a massive crush on kaeya, and your take on a dom kaeya (in "you asked for it" and "dinners at diluc's") had me SHOOK - it's so perfect 😫. So my request is, like... how would kaeya react to a sub s/o who turns out to be very into bdsm but has absolutely 0 experience. Like never been kissed but would kill to be tied up kinda thing LOL. Oh and if you'd like you can include other boys too ofc! But yea no worries if this request doesnt vibe with you just wanted to say you are awesome and have a gr8 day 💕
a funny secret
kaeya & gn!reader (NSFW)
899 words • ~5 min. read
summary: after having a little too much to drink, kaeya coerces a secret out of you that he didn’t expect at all.
warnings: bondage mention
notes: AWW don’t worry about the long message because i loved every single word, seriously!! T^T thanks for the request and for dedicating so much time to my fics omg i bet it must’ve taken awhile to get through my entire blog... anyway i wrote this in headcanon-ish style because i don’t feel like writing in so much detail, i hope that’s okay!!
KAEYA KNOWS ALL TOO WELL of your inexperience with intimacy. when you were first starting to get more affectionate with him, he noticed the way you got so easily flustered by the smallest things and how you quivered in nervousness whenever he offered you a hug. he finds it very amusing that someone usually so composed can break under his slight touch.
the most you’ve ever done with him is give him hugs or hold his hand. if you didn’t express that you wanted more, he wouldn’t force you to do more. but sooner or later, that will change – though, not in the way he expected.
when the two of you decide to spend an evening at the tavern, you somehow end up with a few drinks too many. kaeya watches with a smirk as you start to slur your words, curiously wondering what information he could get out of you in this drunken state.
as he recounts a story of a criminal he interrogated the other day, he notices you giggling like a maniac, completely distracted from what he was talking about. even though he found your laughter adorable, it interrupted his flow of the story. “what’s so funny, sweetheart? this guy was a thief!”
“sorry, sorry! i was just thinking... do you... do you wanna know a funny secret?” you grinned at him. oh yes, he liked where this was going.
“enlighten me.”
“i would... maybe i shouldn’t say this,” you giggled and hid your face as you looked down, ashamed of the thought. he chuckled as he tucked your hair behind your ear then held your chin between his fingers, lifting your head up to look at him.
“go on,” he patiently watched as a blush crept onto your face. he was going to get this secret out of you, one way or another. it was the perfect opportunity! you were dizzily drunk in his grasp and completely flustered.
“i would... i would kill to be tied up by you like how you tied up that thief...” you whispered only loud enough so kaeya could barely hear you over the rowdy atmosphere of the tavern.
now kaeya was a bit flustered. he didn’t expect you to say that at all but he wasn’t complaining. he let go of your chin to place a hand on your thigh, gently caressing it and watching your nervous reactions closely. “what would you want me to do to you while you’re tied up, hm?”
“w-we’re in public,” you shyly diverted your gaze to your drink, taking another sip. “i don’t think i should say...”
“then how about we head to my place so you can tell me?” he teased, his hand slowly creeping towards your inner thigh as he leaned forward to kiss your cheek. you internally screamed at how touchy he was being, but that’s exactly how he wanted to make you feel. “you don’t have to kill to make your wishes come true, darling.”
the two of you hurry back, butterflies violently fluttering in your stomach while he held your hand so innocently, as if he wasn’t fantasizing about all the things he could do to you tonight the second you set foot in his home.
his hands immediately find their place on your waist after he locks his front door behind him. he looks down at you with a hungry gaze, his fingers toying with the fabric of your clothes. “what exactly were you thinking about that you couldn’t tell me at the tavern, hm?”
“i’ve always thought about what it’s like to be tied up... by you...” your voice trailed as he slowly lifted your shirt enough to place his gloved hands on your bare skin.
“mmhm,” he began to rub circles onto your skin with his thumbs. the feeling of being touched so intimately by him when the peak of your romantic experience was holding his hand or hugging him made your mind draw blanks. you were malfunctioning under his hands. “what else, darling?”
“i... i...”
“use your words, darling. what would you want me to do after i tie you up?”
“then i want... i want you to do whatever you want to me...”
“ohh,” he teased to make it seem like the dots were finally connecting. “let me get this straight...”
one hand trailed up your back, still trapped under your shirt. he used this leverage to lean closer to you, pulling your body towards his as he slowly muttered in your ear. “so you want me to tie you up, fuck you ‘til you’re senseless, and make you cum over and over again until you scream for me to stop? you want me to leave bruises and marks that will let everyone know you’re not as innocent as you seem?”
you couldn’t do anything but helplessly nod and whimper as he started to kiss your jawline, trailing kisses down to your neck. “you want me to make you my sweet little toy, don’t you? what a funny secret that is, indeed...”
“k-kaeya...” his name was the only thing on your mind right now as he smiled between kisses, loving the way you curled up in his arms so sweetly.
“fortunately for you, i keep some bundles of rope here in case we run out at the headquarters so... how about we give you what you want tonight, hm?”
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