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lordprettyflackotara · 5 months ago

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Hitchhiker || Chapter Fifteen || The Proxies

tw: it’s getting spooky in here. descriptions of gore. scary shit¿ idk if yall really need a tw for that, anxiety/asthma attack

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Stirring uncomfortably in your sleep, you finally awakened. Blinking slowly, the soft crackling of the fire place and dim orangey lighting identified where you were. Lifting your head, you realized you had fallen asleep in Toby’s lap. Glancing towards the other couch, EJ was asleep as well.

Sitting up, both Toby and EJ were fast asleep in their sitting positions. How they managed to sleep without properly laying down, you’d never know. You lifted your arms, stretching as you looked around. Staying in EJ’s cabin ensured a loss of time, the concept foreign since no clocks were provided here. The only one you could possibly think of was in EJ’s truck.

Ensuring not to wake up Toby, you slowly got up from the couch. Pulling down your shorts, you trudged into the kitchen to get a glass of water. You briefly wondered where Tim and Brian were, before shrugging off the thought. With the moon revealing itself high in the sky through the thin kitchen curtains, they were probably on the look out. Opening the fridge, you went to grab a bottle of water, before briefly pausing. Rows of jars lined the refrigerator door, each of them black glass instead of clear.

Curiously you went to grab one of the jars. You picked it up, shaking it back and forth to see if you could tell what was inside of it. You could hear a liquid splashing around, but the glass didn’t reveal anything. Curiosity got the best of you, your fingers wrapping themselves around the jar lid to open it.

Creakkkk.

You stopped dead in your tracks, the eerie sound of a creak making you freeze. You couldn’t quite place what it sounded like. It didn’t sound like the traditional floorboard creak you had heard many times in this cabin. You also had figured everyone had memorized the floorboards like you had. You put the jar back in the door, deciding you’d worry about the mystery of the jar tomorrow. Grabbing your water bottle, you headed back over to the couch beside Toby. Curling up next to him you unscrewed the bottle cap, chugging as much water as you could.

Creakkkk.

Your eyes narrowed as you wiped your upper lip, looking around. Were the boys on the roof or something? Begrudgingly you stood up, having just found ultimate comfort on the couch beside one of your lovers. You stood in the center of the living room, looking up at the ceiling. Why couldn’t you pinpoint the source of this noise? Or even the direction? You sat the water bottle on the coffee table, putting your hands on your hips. It was then a swoosh came from down the chimney, wiping out the fire from existence. Ashes danced before you and settled onto the floor, the cabin suddenly going dark.

Goosebumps rose from your skin as you stared at the fireplace, your heart beginning to thump in your chest. Swallowing you closed your eyes, gripping your head. You repeated what Tim had told you. It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real. You tried to focus on the warmth of the fire, what that felt like. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Slowly you opened your eyes, looking over at the fireplace in horror. The fire had truly been diminished.

Creakkkk.

This time you were sure you heard it coming from upstairs. You grabbed a nearby flashlight, one the boys used to roam around the forest with. Quietly you went up the stairs, ensuring not to wake Toby or EJ up. If you were having a delusional episode, the last thing you wanted to do was wake them up. Clicking the flashlight on, you slowly pointed it around the hallway. Everything looked empty, as it should’ve. Creeping over to your left, you turned the knob to EJ’s bathroom. You pushed it open, ignoring the memories of the sinful acts you committed in it just hours ago. It looked just the same, the shower curtain closed. Tip toeing over to it, you took a deep breath before grabbing the side and slinging it open.

Inside was an empty bathroom, nothing more or less. You could see the water droplets still trailing down the sides of the tub, signaling to you the curtain was closed due to someone taking a shower prior. Sighing you walked back out of the bathroom, glancing over at EJ’s room. It was a dangerous decision, lurking around the tall demons bedroom. Despite his entanglement with Nova, you didn’t know him personally at all. And quite frankly, you did not plan on being on his bad side. However, your curiosity for the source of the noise urked you. Bracing yourself, your feet carried you in front of his bedroom door. You could faintly hear what sounded like scratching, the sound making your eyebrows raise.

“What the fuck?” You whispered. You reached your hand out to grab the door knob, before abruptly stopping as you heard the sound again.

Creakkkk.

You turned around, sure it was coming from the guest bedroom you and the boys had been staying in. You turned away from EJ’s room, storming inside of the guest bedroom instead. Upon shoving open the door, you were surprised to see the bedroom was back in order contrary to earlier. The bed was now back to being in the center of the room, nightstands on each side. The room was bare other than that, the only other personal item accompanying it being Hoodie’s cam recorder. You clicked off the flashlight as you tilted your head. The familiar little red light was dull, but you were able to see it through the darkness.

You picked it up, pausing the live recording. You tried to navigate the ancient artifact as best as you could. After some button mashing and patience, the memory database of the camera appeared. You raised an eyebrow at a video of you in your apartment, which seemed to be taken from outside of your apartment building. You made a mental note to question Hoodie about that later, continuing through. Clicking past the video of you getting railed, you decided to speed up the past hour of what was caught on camera. You watched Masky and Hoodie leave the room, leaving the bedroom completely empty. For a majority of the video it was just a dark room, until you finally saw something.

A man with jet black hair slid in the open window. A cat like mask covered his mask, intricate blades shaped like claws slid into the shadows of the room. You felt your heart begin to race as you watched him hide in the farthest corner of the room, the one your back was currently to. You put your hand over your mouth, trying to conceal the terror that had crashed over you. You watched yourself on video walking up to the camera, the presumed Cat Hunter slipping out of the video. You quickly turned on your flashlight, pointing it towards the corner. The video was evidence that at the very least Cat Hunter wasn’t in the room. But why didn’t he kill you?

This wasn’t an episode of The Operator’s influence. You had this on camera. This was real. Your breath was shaky as you made sure you were alone in the bedroom.

Creakkkk.

This time you knew which direction the sound was coming from. Looking out of the window you froze, your eyes narrowing in an attempt to see what the sounds source was. Lurking in the forest shadows, beyond the snow, was the shadow of a body seemingly hanging from a tree. You could see footprints in the snow, the body swaying back and forth. Without thinking you darted downstairs, going to wake up Toby and EJ. You grabbed Toby’s shoulders, shaking him with as much strength as you could muster. “Toby! Toby wake up!” You screeched. The brunette remained unmoving, soft snores escaping his lips. What the fuck? You moved over to EJ, repeating the process. He didn’t move either. Too many thoughts were circling through your head, the sound of footsteps from upstairs causing you to jump.

You ran outside, shoving on a pair of boots as you did so. Panicked, you looked over your shoulder before running out into the snow. You finally turned to face the forest, all of the color draining from your face. You clutched your flashlight for dear life, trying to understand the scene in front of you. From every branch of the trees displayed in front of you, was the hanging corpse of someone you knew. The rope creaked as the wind swayed the bodies back and forth, your hand flying over your mouth. Your parents, your coworkers, your boss. All of Nova’s coworkers and friends. Your ex boyfriend. Lifeless corpses were strung on display for your personal viewing. Tears sprung from your waterline, unable to look away from the horror.

Snowflakes continued to fall from the sky, your body shaking as you began to silently sob. Every person you could recall from memory, was hung in front of you. The Operator had killed every person you had ever known, just to spite you. You fell to your knees, clutching your chest. It was then you could hear the static, the sound growing closer. You screwed your eyes shut, clutching your head as you curled into a ball. “Please! Don’t hurt them! Please,” You cried. Your chest began to feel tight, your airway restricted from the amount of panic you felt.

Creakkkk.

Sobbing you tried to hold your ears to block out the dreaded noise. Despair had taken a hold of you and it showed no signs of letting you go anytime soon. You couldn’t get the corpses faces out of your mind, their skin now pale and lifeless. The eyes empty and dull. The static was getting too loud now, a deranged scream escaping your lips. You refused to look up, your eyes screwed shut as you prepared yourself for the end.

A large pair of hands grabbed your shoulders, causing you to jump. “Dont fucking touch me!” You screeched. The same pair of hands grabbed you again, tugging you towards the owners chest. “No!” You protested, squirming under the strangers grasp. The same hands turned you to face the owner. “O-open your e-eyes,” Toby commanded. Slowly you opened your eyes, looking at your terrified brunette lover. EJ stood behind him. “He hung them. He hung them all,” You cried. You put your face in your hands, too buried into hopelessness to face your lover and friend. Toby grabbed your hands, removing them from your face. “W-who h-hung who?” He questioned. You wiped away your tears, staring at the snow covered ground as you pointed at the forest. Toby and EJ both looked in the direction of the bodies before their gazes returned to you.

“Y/n there’s nothing there,” EJ informed you. Horrified, you looked at the trees. Nothing. Empty. No evidence that anyone had even been there. You felt like pressure had been applied to your chest, your breathing running shallow. You sprang to your feet, running your hands through your hair. “What the fuck? They were there! They were right there!” You exclaimed. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, your breath visible in front of you as you bent over and held onto your knees for support. Toby grabbed you by your waist. You pawed at his chest, beginning to hiccup through your free flowing tears. “H-here,” He said. He pulled out an inhaler, handing it to you. Your hand shook as you took it from him. “Where did you get this?” You asked, shaking it before using it. Toby tried to wipe away your tears with his thumbs, failing as they continued to free fall.

“Jack s-said you h-had asthma. He c-c-can hear it in your breathing,” He explained. It occurred to you then that EJ was some sort of nick name, the tall demons name actually Jack. You used the inhaler again, taking deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down. Toby guided you towards the cabin, following EJ. You scrambled to stop Toby, digging your heels into the ground. “Cat Hunter was in there! It’s on tape and I heard him,” You protested. EJ and Toby shared a glance, EJ digging in his pocket. Squinting your eyes you were able to make out a small piece of metal that you could’ve sworn was medical equipment. What do they call that? A scalpel?

Jack stormed into the cabin first, Toby dragging you beside him as he followed him. Once inside you frowned, looking over at the fireplace. The flames were well fueled and full of life. The orange lighting illuminated the room. Looking at the floorboards in front of it, there were no ashes or dust. Your inspection terrified you, the warmth horrifying you. “Toby, did you relight the fire?” You whispered. Toby arched an eyebrow. “That fires been go-oing for days,” He whispered back. You felt heat rush to your cheeks. Alright, maybe The Operator was in fact fucking with you. But you had Cat Hunter on tape. You had literal evidence on video. Wiping the snow off of your hair, you followed Jack up the stairs. You pointed towards the guest bedroom, the demon storming inside.

The room was the same as you remembered it, the bed tucked in the corner with the nightstands. You raised your eyebrows as you realized the window was shut, the curtains tightly closed. You walked over to the nightstand, grabbing Hoodie’s cam recorder. Jack and Toby stood behind you, watching you mesh buttons in a panicked motion. Your hands were shaky as you fast forwarded through your sex tape with Hoodie. EJ awkwardly looked away, suddenly finding the ceiling more interesting. Toby stared in amazement, his eyes widening. “C-can I record you n-next?” He asked. EJ elbowed him, the brunette letting out a dramatic whine.

The memory of the cam recorder ended after you watched Hoodie turn the camera off once you left the room. You stared blankly at the screen, watching it fade to black. “What? I don’t understand. He left it recording. Right there,” You explained. You pointed at the nightstand. Jack furrowed his eyebrows, slowly extracting the device from your hands. He stared at your trembling hands, your mind spinning with confusion. “It was real. Cat Hunter was on the tape. It was real!” You argued. You brought your knees to your chest, nervously tucking your hair behind your ears. “What exactly do you think happened?” Jack asked calmly. You began slowly rocking back and forth, swallowing.

“I woke up and heard some creaking so I went to investigate. Then I saw Cat Hunter on the camera and saw the bodies strung up like sick fucking Christmas lights,” You explained. You stared blankly at the floor, too ashamed to look at either of them. “The fire went out and I heard scratching coming from EJ’s room,” You continued. Toby put his hand on your shoulder, attempting to be comforting. “Y/n no one is in there except Nova,” He said. You knew this was an attempt at comfort, but you felt your heart skip a beat. “Alone?!” You questioned. You rose to your feet, attempting to brush past the two men. “You had an episode, she is fine,” Jack informed you. He grabbed your upper arms, holding you into place. “I’m telling you it was real!” You argued. You were so annoyed you hadn’t heard two familiar sets of footsteps climb the stairs.

“Everything alright in here?” Tim asked, poking his head in the doorway. You looked around you. Tim, Brian, Toby, and EJ all staring down at you with concern filled gazes. “She had an episode,” Jack explained. You thrashed under his grasp, pushing his hands off of you. “One h-hell of an episode,” Toby added. You gritted your teeth, stepping away them. “Do you remember what we talked about? How none of it is real?” Tim asked softly. Your patience was thinning. You noted Nova’s absence, your blood running cold. “I need to check on Nova,” You stated firmly. You went to storm out of the room, Tim and Brian blocking your path. “Nova is fine, what you heard wasn’t real. This is what The Operator does,” EJ informed you. Toby let out a forced laugh. “Y-yeah, he gets o-off to it,” He laughed.

You attempted to shove past the boys, narrowing your eyes when they didn’t move. “If you all are so confident that i’m delusional, let me see that she’s okay,” You negotiated. Tim and Brian exchanged a look, telepathically communicating with each other. Reluctantly they stepped aside, allowing you to pass them. Approaching EJ’s door you could still hear the scratching, your feet suddenly growing heavy. “You guys hear that, right?” Brian asked. You shot him and Tim an ‘I told you so’ look, before grabbing the doorknob. You twisted it, surprised to find it locked. Your blood ran cold, the scratching from the other side of the door only growing louder. “It’s locked,” You murmured.

“It’s what?” He questioned. Jack pushed your proxies out of the way, standing in front of his door. He twisted the knob for himself, shooting you a gaze so deadly you were sure it could kill. “You may want to step aside,” He informed you. Tim grabbed your shoulders, gently guiding you to take a few steps back. You watched as EJ kicked at his door, the wood rattling against his weight. You felt dizzy, your mind spinning as he kicked open his door. “Nova?” He called out.

You felt your stomach churn, the color draining from your face as you stared down at your best friend. She had carved words into the wall with her nails, blood dripping down her hands as she continued to etch into the wood. “Nova,” You whispered. She had scratched the proxy symbol into the ceiling, along with various words and sayings all over the walls.

He’s coming.

No escape.

Home is where the heart is.

You narrowed your eyes at the drawings of stick figures hanging from nooses. “Nova!” Jack gasped, running over to her. He forcibly pried her away from the section of the wall she was working on, her gaze empty and fingers raw. A wave of nausea hit you as you stared at the faintest bit of her bone that was exposed through the mutilated skin. “I’m gonna be sick,” You whispered. Darting into the bathroom you shoved the toilet seat up, all of the food in your stomach making a grand appearance. Gripping onto the sides of the toilet for dear life, a familiar large hand gathered your hair. “It’s alright, let it out,” Brian murmured. You cringed at the burning sensation that rose in your throat, your knuckles turning white from gripping the sides of the toilet so hard.

Disgusted at the sight of your vomit you flushed the toilet, slumping back against the bathroom floor. Glancing out into the hallway Jack was carrying Nova bridal style. Forcing yourself to your feet you trailed behind him. “Where are you taking her?” You questioned. He walked down the stairs, Nova’s gaze empty and soulless as she stared at the ceiling. “Some place you don’t want to go,” Jack replied bitterly. You watched as he stormed through the kitchen, kicking open a door you hadn’t thought about before. Pitch black sat beyond the door way, your heart plummeting. “You can’t just take her! I won’t let you!” You protested. You went to grab his shoulder, Brian and Toby stopping you. Their large hands kept you away from EJ, the blood from Nova’s fingers dripping onto the floor below.

“I need you to trust me,” He huffed. He looked down at Nova, who was still as a board in his arms. “I’ll take care of her,” EJ murmured. He then headed downstairs, leaving you alone with nothing but a blood stained floor and two of your hitchhikers holding you back.

A few hours went by, the boys keeping you under close observation. You sat next to the door, Nova’s blood now dried and staining the wooden floors. You couldn’t hear anything, the silence bothering you. A pair of footsteps approached you, sliding down the wall and sitting beside you. It was no surprise Tim sat beside you, digging in his pockets for his trusty box of cigarettes. “Trust Jack for me, alright? He’s patched me up more times than I can count,” He said softly. He kept his voice gentle on purpose, knowing you needed nothing other than the upmost comfort he could provide. You didn’t say anything, your legs tucked to your chest. You rested your chin against your knees, avoiding Tim’s worried gaze.

“One time I got shot in the leg. Thought I was gonna die from blood loss,” He continued. Silently relieved when his fingertips grazed his cigarette box, pulling them out with ease. “I could see her bones,” You whispered, the memory digging its claws into your brain. Tim brought a cigarette to his mouth, noticing there was only one left in the box. He gestured the box towards you. “Take it princess,” Tim huffed. You did as instructed, open to accepting any form of distraction. Tim lit his cigarette first, before holding the open flame over to you. You stuck your head out ever so slightly, watching the end of the stick glow orange as you inhaled. “Jacks seen bones before. Hes practically a medical god,” Tim said, exhaling. You knew EJ would despise the two of you smoking in the cabin, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Cat Hunter sliced Hoodie’s ankles. Tore them to shreds. Thats how I know Nova will be alright. He’s still walking around like the egotistic dickhead he is,” Tim explained. You inhaled your own cigarette, coughing as the tobacco swirled around your lungs. “Why did he do that?” You asked in between coughs. Your waterline flooded with tears, your face turning red as you inhaled deeply. “He tried to escape,” Tim said, before raising his eyebrows. You finally managed to stop coughing, clearing your throat as you exhaled. “Jesus princess, I gotta stop offering you these things,” He commented. You rolled your eyes, taking another hit. Without saying anything you moved closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder.

There was a brief moment of silence, the two of you soaking in the other’s presence. “I’m not gonna let anything happened to you,” Tim said suddenly. You exhaled the smoke, watching it evaporate up into the air. “I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about Nova,” You replied blandly. Tim exhaled through his nose, smirking to himself. “I know. That’s why someone has to look out for you,” He grumbled. He leaned over, planting a kiss on your head. You could feel your face flush pink, despite the two of you having been in far more intimate positions. You didn’t say anything, enjoying the peaceful moment while it lasted.

Because like most things, nothing last forever.

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osaemu · 1 year ago

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when they hug you

PAIRING: tartaglia, xiao, venti, kaeya, diluc, zhongli x reader

SYNOPSIS: when is his embrace the most memorable?

CONTENTS: cursing. indirect mentions of death in xiao and zhongli's parts.

childe spins you around in his arms the second he returns home from another one of his missions. you two collapse in the snow, laughing like children and smiling so hard your faces hurt. being in his arms again feels like home — for both of you.

"haven't seen you in a while, hm? c'mon, let's go grab a drink while you tell me all about what's happened while i was gone, yeah?"

xiao pulls you close in the middle of the night when his mind starts to replay every battle he's ever been through, every friend he's lost, and every time he thought it was over for him. his arms find their way around you because he wants to know that you're still there – to ensure you won't slip through his fingers, just like everyone else did.

"just making sure you're stil— ah, i mean, keeping you safe. go back to sleep. oh, me? i don't need that much sleep. don't worry about me."

venti wraps his arms around you whenever he gets the chance. it's usually for comfort or out of laziness — primarily the latter. sometimes he'd just plop down next to you in the tavern and wrap his arms around your shoulders and lay there, drunkenly mumbling something you can't make out until you finally agree to take him home.

"huh, why is everything so blurry?! i can't— don't let me go, or i'll fall! and if i fall then i- huh? you won't let me fall . . . ? good!"

kaeya wraps his arms around your waist when he has a point to prove, whether it's to you or to the world. if he's trying to make a point to someone else, boom, your pretty face is in between his arms as visual credibility. and god forbid that he's trying to make a point to you, because he'll have no problem trapping you in his arms for as long as it takes to get you to agree with him on whatever the matter is.

"tch, is someone getting distracted? eyes up here, babe. look me in the eye while i tell you why i'm right about this."

diluc hugs you long and hard after a shitty day. he probably has a terrible headache and muscles in desperate need of a massage, but your hand trailing down his back makes everything a little more bearable.

"fuck, my head is killing me. help your boyfriend out and give him a drink or two, yeah? or a massage. actually, i'd prefer that, love. you're the best."

zhongli holds you in his arms when you're about to leave. maybe it's to go to work, maybe you need groceries, and maybe you even just want to step outside. he always wants to make sure that you leave with a good memory of him — having lived for thousands of years, he knows all too well how unpredictable life is. he never wants to have the regret of seeing you for the last time without a smile on your face.

"bye, darling. i'll see you soon, stay safe... yes, i know i say the same thing every time you leave. why shouldn't i?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i had a three year long childe phase </3

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thefiery-phoenix · 8 months ago

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YANDERE TANJIRO KAMADO HEADCANONS

Don't get fooled by his innocent look because beneath that innocent pure cinnamon roll exterior lies a hidden side, a part of him that's obsessive, possessive and lovestruck to the core along with being completely DELUSIONAL to the point where he doesn't even feel like there's something wrong with his feelings. You need to hand it to him though, he's quite the dedicated one indeed and from the very moment your eyes met, he's already devoted his heart, mind and soul to you, his precious beloved. He views you as a precious innocent angel that needs to be kept safe from the toxicity and darkness of the world and he's more than happy to be your protector and provider

He's actually good at masking his real intentions and yandere tendencies for you. In fact, he hides it so well that people won't even realize from the first look that he's so obsessed and possessive of you but his sister Nezuko knows all about his obsessive feelings of love for you, yet she won't really do anything about it other than encouraging her dear brother to pursue the love of his life. Both siblings are delusional to the core and congratulations, you have his equally possessive and obsessive sister who wants to keep you safe for her brother's sake after you

He takes the role of your caretaker VERY seriously, he does not want your health deteriorating or you suffering from any complications. He's taken the time and liberty of stalking the living HELL out of you and when he found out about your irregular sleep schedule, needless to say he was less than pleased. He realizes you really aren't capable of taking care of yourself which fuels his desire to take care of you even more. He's like a fussy mother hen always concerned and worried for you whenever you get hurt even in the slightest. The other day you accidentally received a paper cut and he was tempted to ensure you stay away from paper completely as he kept fussing about your little cut for hours and hours. He doesn't like seeing you in pain, when you're in pain, he's in pain. He feels like his heart is getting wrenched and someone dug a sharp blade into his heart, as an overwhelming amount of tender love and affections flows for you in his tender heart whenever you get hurt as he comforts you

He loves seeing that bright beautiful smile of yours and wants to ensure your happiness. With him. Where you belong. He'll buy small gifts for you such as your favorite flower, your favorite candy and such and give them to you with a sweet smile on his face, you won't even suspect how long he's stalked you for and how he's managed to find out these things without you ever telling them to him. He's very observant too and notices every single new detail about you. He can probably draw a freaking portrait of you with his eyes closed since he's memorized every inch and every part of your beautiful ethereal heavenly features. HIs mind is occupied with thoughts of you as he dreams about the happy and blissful life you both would have with each other after he brings you home with him and marries you

He's also quite the paranoid yandere, his fear of losing you to someone or losing you in a fight against a demon would send his concern and worry for you into overdrive and he feels the need to take you 'home' as in kidnap you, sooner than expected. Whatever do you want to be a Hashira for? There's no need for you to fight against those dangerous demons when he's around to take care of you and protect you. Your safety is of the utmost importance to him and that is something he will NOT compromise on at any cost. He admires your bravery and strength to save people but he doesn't want you facing the risk of you losing your life in the process. At times he might have to even keep you in the dark regarding a few missions but it's all for your own good in his opinion

He's good at masking his true intentions and feelings when he's around you and other people. He might look calm and friendly and collected on the outside when you're speaking to your so called friends but he's SEETHING inside as he has a fake plastered smile on his face. His hand is just ITCHING to slap your friend and throttle them for daring to steal your attention away from him, he feels like they're doing it deliberately just to drive a wedge and distance you from him. Deep down he's slightly worried that your friend might charm you too much and steal you away from him which is something he cannot allow to happen. He might not resort to killing the person off, but the next time there's a demon around the area, Tanjiro might not be able to save your 'friend' in time. Of course you wouldn't know that he's also asked the demon to TARGET your friend but that's a different story altogether. The only person he trusts to be around you is Nezuko

His love for you is like a passionate growing flame and your every touch is like a drug he can't get enough of. He needs you, he wants you. He needs you in a way like a drowning man needing air, he feels like he wouldn't be able to live without you. His family was killed by Muzan and he can't afford to let you fall in danger as well, he can't lose you. You're his world, the light of his life, his SOULMATE. His feelings for you would just keep getting worse and worse and finally it would lead to him ending up kidnapping you at some point in the night when you're asleep in your house. You'll wake up in Tanjiro's house on a bed with Nezuko looking at you with a curious look as she lets out a happy noise that you're awake and she'll alert her brother. "Oh, good morning darling, how did you sleep?" asked Tanjiro as you stared at him and blinked in disbelief, unable to comprehend what the hell was even going on at the moment. When you asked Tanjiro what was going on, he just let out a soft smile and told you the truth of how he took you in the night for himself and how he was going to protect you. Please don't scream or cry, he'll feel sad and he feels a sharp pang of hurt in his chest to see you upset. He doesn't like seeing you sad. He knows it's a big change and you'll need some time to adjust, he's understanding and willing to let you take as much time as you need to adjust to your new life and your new home with him and his sister. But one thing is for sure, he does NOT feel guilty at all, not even a single ounce of remorse because the way he sees it, he's keeping you safe. He's protecting you, that's what he tells himself every time and that opinion of his clouded his sense of rationality. Is it so wrong to protect someone you love?

There's no point in escaping from him, he'll just track you down and bring you back to the house. Scream, cry and insult him as much as you want, he'll just put you down on the couch and check you for injuries. He feels like the reason you ran away from him is because you didn't feel loved enough from him and he didn't shower you with love before but don't worry, he'll smother you with his affection now and cling to you like moss below a rock you'll barely have any time for yourself. Nezuko might like your head pats and likes hugging you but she wants her brother to be happy too which is why she'll side with him no matter what and prevent any means of you escaping from them. She likes it when you braid her hair and Tanjiro has a soft smile when he sees you and his sister interact with each other which is an adorable scene in his eyes

You're not to step into the kitchen for cooking either, the house is most probably baby proofed as well. He just doesn't want you getting hurt, the kitchen is a dangerous place, he doesn't want you cutting yourself accidentally with one of those sharp knives or burning yourself with the stove. He'll cook for you instead, you don't need to lift a finger when you're with him. Just let him take care of you and spoil you

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shiftingwithmars · 4 months ago

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Mattheo Riddle with an ADHD!Reader

(This is based mainly on my experiences with adhd. Remember that everyone’s adhd experiences are different, and not everyone’s brains work the same.)

Will let you rant to him about whatever, whenever you want. He likes hearing your voice.

Has his bookshelf stocked with books for you

Always pays attention to your hyperfixations and happily feeds them. Recently started reading a new series? He’s already bought you the rest of the series. New food you’re obsessed with? He’s stocked up enough for two months.

Never makes you feel guilty for interrupting. It’s okay, you have something on your mind and you wanna say it before you forget. Tell him all about it.

He makes sure to memorize your sensory issues. He wants to make sure you feel comfortable in the clothes he buys you.

If you get overstimulated in public, just give him the signal and he’ll gladly leave with you. Quickly dismisses you both and gladly drives you home. No need to stay in an overwhelming environment!

Adding to that, Fireworks!! If fireworks overwhelm you, whether it’s the noise or the bright lights, you know that Mattheo already has everything you need to ensure you still get to experience their beauty!! Sunglasses for the light and noise cancelling headphones for the noise!!

Lets you play with his hands whenever you need to fidget. Don’t worry, Mattheo’s for you covered for all your fidgeting needs!

Always watches out for signs of an anxiety or panic attack. If he even suspects you’re about to have one, he instantly appears at your side with hugs and reassurance. Don’t worry, he’s got water and he’s done 3 hours worth of research on how to stop a panic attack.

If you’re someone who hyperfixates on a hobby, he supports you wholeheartedly!

He’ll hang up your poems, drawings and paintings around his dorm! He wants to show his love how much he supports them!

And if music is your thing, he vibes along as you play your instrument and sing your heart out.

Book writer? He’ll read your book with a smile on his face the whole time. Will give you suggestions and help you come up with the plot for the next book. As long as you’re happy.

ADHD paralysis? Low motivation? No worries, Mattheo’s here to help. He’ll help you clean in small steps. You sweep a fourth of the room, he’ll sweep the rest. He’ll put all your dirty clothes in a pile, you carry them to the washer.

Having trouble remembering things? Don’t worry, Mattheo writes everything down. You have a dentist appointment Friday? He’ll remind you each day until Friday. You need to go grocery shopping? He’ll make a list and drive you to the store himself.

#Mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x adhd!reader

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ghoulfuckersincorporated · 5 months ago

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i wana fuck gob

So, the best AND simultaneously worst thing about coming up with headcanons and fics for characters from Fallout 3 is that there's often so little to the characters, canonically. Most of them have pretty scant backstories and characterization. That can be both an opportunity to mold a character to what you'd like them to be and a way to end up with a very contested character no one agrees on anything about.

Don't get me wrong; I like Fallout 3 quite a bit, but in the same way I like Fallout 4, which is "wow this game has some really loveable/memorable/fuckable characters and you can make your own fun, which I don't mind". However, Fallout 4's characters overall have stronger characterization, in my opinion, so it seems like the fan base has a fairly generalized sense of what each character is like. That doesn't seem to be the case with 3, at least sometimes.

***All that to say: if I make any claims about characters you like from Fallout 3 that you disagree with, 1. sorry, and 2. I would love to discuss.

Gob (Fallout 3) NSFW Headcanons

Boundary communication would be HUGE with Gob, but especially for Gob. For decades, he hasn't been allowed to stand up for himself, to even have boundaries, so a long, long chat about consent would be due before the two of you ever did anything. You'll have to make it clear to him that if he doesn't like something, you don't want to do it, so he needs to say something, and that you won't be mad at him for not enjoying something.

This man is SO quiet during sex that it's initially quite unsettling to you. Even when he cums, he's completely silent. He's so used to having to be ridiculously quiet all the time (or else), but especially at a time like this. You may feel the need to take a step or two back in terms of your intimacy until he feels more able to relax, because it would be difficult for you to gauge whether he was enjoying something or not with full confidence. At least, not without constantly having to ask him, which can be a bit of a mood killer if you're not sure the person you're doing things with is enjoying themselves or just going along with it for your sake. No one wants to feel like they're imposing themselves on their partner, and Gob is, as a result of what he's been though, absolutely the type to just lie there and let you have what you want so he doesn't upset you. He insists that he's enjoying himself, that he likes the way you touch him, but you'll have to explain that you need some sort of feedback when you're touching him to ensure you're not hurting him or crossing some boundary. Once he relaxes, he can be quite vocal, but still quiet; mostly hums and sighs.

I think he also struggles to maintain eye contact with literally anyone, and this doesn't improve when he's nervous or being sexually stimulated. He already feels so exposed with you touching him, even if he's still mostly or fully clothed, that eye contact feels like too much a lot of the time. Once you two have been together a while and you've been physical a few times, he may be able to relax enough to look at you when you ask him to (he gets the cutest look on his face when he cums), but his gaze will continue to wander otherwise.

I think you'd be wise to keep things fairly formulaic early on with Gob. Whatever the two of you enjoy, find your rhythm and stay with it for a while; no need to start experimenting or introducing the poor thing to a bunch of new kinks and positions and things he's never experienced while he's over here still trying to relax enough to let you jerk him off without him crying afterwards.

Would agree to try mommy kink stuff with you and then be beyond embarrassed by how much he likes it. Absolutely loves to be babied and treated softly while you take care of him.

Once he's really comfortable with you, and once he's begun to really feel like he has autonomy and safety in his life, he shyly starts to make requests, wants to try things that he's thought about doing with you since the moment he laid eyes on you. Of course, he's nervous, but he's gotten good at communicating his wants and needs at this point. He wants to fuck you on the bar when the place is closed. He wants to cum on your face. He wants you to peg him. He REALLY wants you to peg him.

Lots of early morning sex. He likes to lay in bed and cuddle for a little while before he gets up to open the bar, and, more often than not, that leads to him feeling all warm and appreciative of you, which usually leads to him pulling you on top of him so you can guide his cock inside you, grinding and rolling your hips lazily until you both cum.

Tit man. Not good at hiding the fact that he's oogling your chest from the minute you meet, sort of like a teenage boy, but once he's comfortable with you and it's been established that he's attracted to you, he doesn't really try to hide it.

#me too friend #gob fo3 #fallout 3 #gob fo3 headcanons #gob x reader #gob x lone wanderer #submission

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kana2025 · 4 months ago

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Jaehyun x Reader Husband Headcanons

1. Morning Routine: Jaehyun is an early riser and loves starting the day with you. He often wakes you up with soft kisses and a freshly brewed cup of coffee or tea. Morning workouts together are a staple, as he loves staying active and keeping you motivated.

2. Cooking Together: Jaehyun enjoys cooking, and it becomes a shared activity that brings you closer. He’s particularly good at making breakfast, and you often find him experimenting with new recipes to surprise you.

3. Affectionate and Caring: Jaehyun is incredibly affectionate. He makes it a point to show his love through small gestures—whether it’s holding your hand, leaving sweet notes around the house, or giving you spontaneous hugs and kisses.

4. Protective Nature: While he’s gentle and caring, Jaehyun has a protective side. He’s always looking out for you, ensuring you’re safe and comfortable. If you’re feeling down or stressed, he’ll drop everything to be by your side and support you.

5. Quality Time: Despite his busy schedule, Jaehyun prioritizes spending quality time with you. Whether it’s watching movies, going for late-night drives, or simply talking about your day, he makes sure you feel loved and cherished.

6. Travel Adventures: Jaehyun loves traveling and exploring new places with you. From spontaneous weekend getaways to planned vacations, he enjoys creating memories and experiencing new things together.

7. Supportive Partner: Jaehyun is your biggest cheerleader. He supports your dreams and ambitions, always encouraging you to pursue your passions. He’s there to celebrate your successes and comfort you during setbacks.

8. Romantic Gestures: Jaehyun has a romantic side and often surprises you with thoughtful gestures. From planning intimate date nights to buying you little gifts that remind him of you, he constantly shows how much he loves you.

9. Respect and Understanding: Your relationship with Jaehyun is built on mutual respect and understanding. He values your opinions and always listens to you. Even during disagreements, he’s patient and seeks to find a resolution that works for both of you.

10. Future Planning: Jaehyun is excited about the future with you. He loves discussing your dreams and plans, whether it’s about starting a family, buying a house, or planning for future adventures. He’s committed to building a happy and fulfilling life together.

11. Communication: Open and honest communication is a cornerstone of your relationship. Jaehyun makes sure you both express your feelings and thoughts openly, ensuring a strong and healthy bond.

12. Celebrating Milestones: Jaehyun never misses an opportunity to celebrate milestones, whether it’s your anniversary, birthdays, or even the day you first met. He loves making these moments special and memorable.

#jaehyun #jaehyun x reader nct #jaehyun nct #jaehyun x you #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun x reader #nct fanfic #jaehyun x y/n #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun fanfic

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primojade · 2 years ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | three times the wanderer tried balancing the books, and the one time he accepted something, free of charge.

𝐂𝐖 / 𝐓𝐖 | gn!reader x wanderer; reader is some sort of healer; tooth-rotting fluff; non-graphic depiction of injuries; slight suggestive at the end; let me know if I missed anything!

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 | This was actually inspired by Nahida's small dialogue in the Interlude Archon Quest where she told Wanderer that not all relationships are about "balancing the books". It gives a lot of insight about the Wanderer's character and possible development in the future so here we are HAHAHA.

Also, this monstrosity of a fic had reached 3k words 💀 I hope you enjoyed! Lmao.

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Your first meeting with the elusive Wanderer isn't exactly one to be called pleasantly memorable. Though it was one that you would remember for the rest of your 'pitiful mortal' life—as he mockingly tried to put it numerous times.

One bright morning that you expect to go as mundane as any other day, you were met with an injured man near your doorsteps. He was unlike any other you have met before, as beautiful as a porcelain doll, he has the presence that commands both respect and intimidation, though his crude remarks leaves something to be desired.

Wanderer, as he strictly called himself as, irritatedly told you that he had no need for your help patching him up. All he need was a proper rest for a few hours, a quiet place away where your rants and lectures won't reach his ears, so his stupid injuries will heal itself. You have to fight tooth and nail (read: stubbornly convince him to stay) just to ensure that he will not exhaust himself further and possibly make his injuries worse than they were.

"—shut up, mortal."

"Wow. Is that how you should talk to your doctor, now, Wanderer?" Sarcasm bled to your tone as you tried cornering him in the nearby wall where he situated himself away from you. Glaring at you, there was a prominent scowl on his face that you start to think of as a permanent side effect of his crude personality.

"I have told you I don't need your help. Especially offering it for free?" He scoffed. "Such selflessness does not exist in this world. Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Are you seriously this pessimistic?" You groaned in exasperation. "It's only natural to help others in need, you know."

"Heh, so you don't need anything in return?" There was a mocking grin on his face that started to grate on your nerves, but you forced yourself to calm it down. It's not the first time you have to deal with stubborn patients after all.

"Yes," you said earnestly, hoping that he would finally get the hint.

"Well, no. First, I don't trust you. Second, I don't believe in such a sweet tale of sickening selflessness and third, I do not want to be in your debt. It would be an eyesore if you demand absurd compensation later on."

"You…"

Archon's forbid. You could only facepalm at his haughty words as he looked like he's fully convinced to himself that you were up to no good for him.

It took you a few more hours of convincing his stubborn arse to finally, finally, let you help him. You have a feeling that he wouldn't budge no matter what, but at your wits end, you manage to bargain with him. In return for your help, you told him that he could just clear out the monster camps near your place since you have no time to do so with your busy schedule. That should be enough to not make him feel indebted to you, no?

With a little reluctance, the Wanderer agreed at last. Though his potty mouth is still grating your nerves and testing your thinning patience, he would now give you permission to help him heal his injuries faster than 'letting it heal itself'. You noticed he tends to shy away whenever your skin brushes against each other as if you had burned his flesh, or he would scoot away if he deemed you too close to his comfort.

He wasn't doing it consciously though, and it appears that he himself didn't realise he was doing it either. From your perspective, it seems that the Wanderer was agitated at the prospect of touching others. Now, you wondered silently, why is he so averse in physical touch?

When you thought you wouldn't see him again after he was completely healed, the Wanderer made his appearance once again. Repeatedly, in fact. One time, you were relaxing in your garden, enjoying the fleeting tranquility when he stormed through your abode, dropping a heavy bundle of tea set on the wooden table in front of you.

With an arrogant cock of his head to the side, the Wanderer told you that an 'annoying acquaintance' gave it to him and since he had no need for it, he would offer them to you for he's feeling rather gracious today. In exchange, you owe him a cup of tea—with demands that it had no sugar and milk.

That same day, you found out he's not fond of sweets, especially of dango, and he very much prefers bitter foods and tea.

The other time, you offer him a place in your home to stay for the night. It was raining down hard, and you doubt any travellers—or wanderer, in his case—who have a working brain wouldn't be stupid enough to brave it by themself.

Though a part of you knew that he would demand to balance his debts tomorrow, even for something as small as giving him a towel to dry himself, it was rather endearing to watch him awkwardly stand by the fireplace whilst waiting for you to do anything and break the offensive silence.

"Dry your hair properly, or you might set yourself for a headache—or worse, a cold—later." You started to scold him when he made no move to dry himself with the towel you gave him earlier. He was just staring at it with obvious disdain, before rolling his eyes at you.

"Don't bother yourself with that." He sneered and tossed the towel back to you. "I don't get cold anyway."

"You stubborn little…" You sighed and before he could say anything villainous that would pissed you off that you would want to kick him out in the rain, you marched towards him and forced him to sit down on your couch.

"Hey! What do you think you were doing?!"

"Sheesh. Just sit still until I'm done with you."

"How dare you order me around—"

Standing behind him, you chunked the towel to his head and started to dry his surprisingly soft locks. Your hands slowly and carefully worked their way to massage his scalp, ruffling his hair to ensure that it was dry enough, before your fingers ran through the tangled tresses carefully to avoid hurting him.

The Wanderer let out an approving hum, so quiet and low that you almost missed it.

"Does it feel good?" You grinned behind him, and you saw him jostle a bit as if he snapped out from whatever reverie he found himself in.

"Hmp. Don't get too cocky on me, mortal. But I will tolerate this for now." He harrumphed arrogantly as if to cover his initial embarrassment of being caught off guard that made you laugh. "If you aren't exercising that mouth of yours over something so trivial, you have some uses after all."

"I will pretend I didn't hear you antagonising my person again and believe what you mean by that is a 'thank you'."

"Did I tell you to stop?" He ignored your complaints and motioned you to continue playing—drying—with his hair like you were some sort of servant at his beck and call. "Do it again until I tell you otherwise, and don't you worry, I will return the favour soon. I hate being in debt to you, of all people."

Just as he told you the night prior, the Wanderer returned the 'favour' to you by procuring rare flowers and herbs that you need in making medicine. You didn't know how he knew you needed such things, and when did he get the chance to get them because they were just that rare, but the satisfied quirk of his lips when you told express your surprise and gratitude was, in a sense, enough to say that, yes, the debts have been balanced once again.

Though you were no stranger to bargaining in the market, the steady continuation of your relationship with this peculiar wanderer just tends to grow a bit more stranger—and incredulous—as time passes by.

Sometimes, you would ask the Wanderer about the wonders of his travels around the world. If he's in a gracious mood, he would indulge in your curiosities in exchange for a bitter tea. With a seemingly detached nonchalance, he would tell you about the lush rainforest and the rich desert of Sumeru, the bustling streets of Liyue Harbour, and even the regaling tales of Mondstadt.

He never talks about himself once, nor his hometown, and you never asked him about, well, him either. You have a feeling that asking that would only put him in a foul mood, or worse, he wouldn't show himself to you for months. Besides, maybe he would tell you something about himself soon, when he deemed you 'trustworthy' enough—whenever that was. You are more than willing to wait for him to open up.

Over time, you come to respect his boundaries and the fine line he drew between you and himself, one that he was reluctant to cross, and even if you silently wished that he would at least take a single act of kindness for free, without negotiating and demanding a full price in exchange, the wanderer was too stubborn and hardheaded to reason with that you decided to simply bargain these little moments with him.

You noticed that the Wanderer seemed to be in a daze lately, and judging from the noticeable black circles underneath his eyes, it also appears that he isn't resting well enough either. You didn't know what kind of job he was doing, nor did you have any heart to ask such a personal question, but knowing him for quite some time now, you knew that he's probably overworking just to reach his impossibly high standards he set for himself.

It hurts to see him this way.

But you didn't know what to do to make him feel better without being intrusive and nosy to his business. The least you could do now is to silently stay by his side, offering him bitter tea and a cosy place he could always return to when the world outside becomes too much for him to bear.

You just wished he would actually let you in, see some vulnerable parts of himself for you to hold and cradle at night. But that was too much to ask for such an arrogant gremlin.

"—you should be asleep, dimwit."

You wisely ignored his insult and sat yourself next to him on the couch. "You should sleep, too, you know."

"My body is able to withstand at least a week without sleep. I could manage myself just fine." He rolled his eyes, stubbornly crossing his arms on his chest.

"Maybe you don't need them physically, but that doesn't mean you can't be exhausted mentally and emotionally, you know." You smartly replied, patting your lap. "Come. You can lay here if the bed is too uncomfortable for you."

You were only half-joking, really, didn't think too much of what you were doing but with the way he sported a complicated expression, a little hopeful, but you knew him well enough that he was thinking of a way to balance his debts once again.

"Name your price, then." The Wanderer replied, narrowing his deep purple eyes at you.

"That's new," you raised a brow, interested. "Usually, you would already know how much lying on my lap is worth?"

"We're using your body as a place of negotiation, it's only natural that you name your own price, dimwit." The Wanderer said in a matter of fact tone.

You pretend to not heat his insults. "Your choice of wording leaves something to be desired as usual. I feel like I'm selling my body to you or something."

He snorted at your scowling expression. "Hurry up and decide already. I'm not feeling very patient today."

"Geez, you and your obnoxious demands." You sighed, before your scowl melted into a grin as you thought of an idea. "—How about giving me a hug?"

"A what now?"

"A hug! You know, like wrapping your arms around my shoulders or my waist, and I snuggle to your che—"

"I know what a hug is, you stupid human!" There was a scarlet tint on his ears that you find truly adorable as he glowers at you in confusion. "But why do you suddenly want a hug now, of all times?"

"You ask for a price," you shrugged, smiling mischievously at him. "I gave you my price. Take it or leave it."

It's not as if you were that oblivious to his buried knee-deep intentions. In fact, you knew him well enough to realise early on that you were being courted in the most clumsiest, ambiguous, and awkward of ways known to man.

Perhaps his life-long philosophy of 'balancing the books' and transaction relationship had played a great part in this entire charade. Whereas if he gave you something, you would give him something in return. If he didn't leave you, you wouldn't leave him in return.

As much as it was endearing at first, the strange exchange system going on for who-knows-how-long now had to stop. You have to make him realise that any other relationship—whether it was friendship, familial, or being a lover—wasn't all about give and take. It will take time, but you are more than willing to wait for him.

It was in the far future, where the fine line between being strangers to friends and then being more than that begins to blur. Where the lips that drank bitter teas tasted like sweet cherries and apples as it carefully clashes into your own. A pair of porcelain hands cradled your cheeks awkwardly in the face of gentle caresses reserved only for you, as if he's afraid he'll crush you like a piece of glass if he wasn't being careful enough.

The Wanderer's looming figure above you made you feel more at ease and safe rather than being afraid, as one would normally feel. But with the way his doe-like eyes stared at you with unmasked adoration made your heart flutters in your chest, twisting and constricting in his ever demanding gazes.

Why is it much easier to deal with him when he's being a bratty little bastard than when he's being so…adorably loving?

"...Let's make a deal," the Wanderer said, reluctantly detaching himself from your lips that made you groan in frustration, much to his amusement.

"Are you seriously asking that now?" You sulked, glaring at him. "You freaking ruined the romantic atmosphere. Ugh."

"I am being serious, dimwit." He rolled his eyes but before he could say anything more, you interjected with a grounded tone.

"I am not charging you with anything anymore, Wanderer. I already give you anything I could give for free, and I won't accept any payments if it's not yourself you were paying me."

When you thought he had more snark to say, his soft voice made you do a double take. "Even your heart?"

You blinked, and that same heart he was asking you skipped a beat at his hopeful gaze. He was looking at you like you were the cure to his fears. The unobtainable paradise just beyond his reach, and yet, he dared to hope that this time, maybe this time, you will stay.

You felt your throat run dry, but you forced yourself to say the words, anything, that could stabilise him to yourself. "...Why are you asking for something that has been in your hands this entire time?"

"And I have no heart to give to you," there was a slight bitterness in his tone that vanished as fast as it came. "But I could offer my undisguised, honest self to you, if you are willing to have an incomplete puppet like me."

"If that was the case," you tried blinking the tears away, feeling his never ending sadness and insecurities behind the grandiose curtain of his colourful words. "I'd like to gift-wrap you with a blue ribbon and a name card with my name on it. So, deal?"

"Not the blue ribbon part, no, otherwise yes, we could reach a compromise, I guess." There was a childish wonder in his gaze, a slight twinkle of unmasked happiness in his eyes, as he dived in to claim your lips into his own once again.

And you let him. You freely let his tender caress do the talking, a year's worth of pining and hoping and dreaming condensed into a crystallised moment.

TAGLIST (let me know if you want to be added in my future works!): @samarill , @maehemthemisfit , @chocogi , @rvoulte , @luvwukong ...

#genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #genshin scaramouche #genshin wanderer #genshin fluff #twilight theatre #jaded moments—!#scaramouche #wanderer #gender neutral reader

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study-bug-inc · 20 days ago

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📚 Embracing the Study Grind: Your Journey Begins Here ☕

Welcome, fellow Study-Bug! If you're reading this, you're likely embarking on an academic adventure, or maybe you're just trying to find the motivation to crack open that textbook. Either way, I’ve got your back.

Why Study? Studying isn’t just about memorizing facts; it’s about engaging your brain, challenging yourself, and broadening your understanding of the world. Think of it as a workout for your mind. Plus, who doesn’t love that “aha” moment when things finally click?

Creating Your Ideal Study Environment Set the scene for success. You can find a quiet spot, free from distractions. Whether you’re a kitchen table warrior or a library lounger, the key is comfort. Don’t forget your study companions: a steaming mug of coffee, some good lighting, maybe a plant for a touch of greenery, and a furry little friend.

Effective Study Techniques

Active Learning: Engage with the material. Ask questions, make notes, and summarize in your own words. Passive reading? That's old news.

Pomodoro Technique: Study for 25 minutes, then take a 5-minute break. Rinse, repeat, and watch your productivity soar. Youtube is quite helpful for this step plus there are so many useful apps that are interactive and just as effective.

Mind Maps: Visual learners, this one's for you. Draw connections between concepts to see the bigger picture.

The Role of Technology Leverage tech to your advantage. Apps like Anki for flashcards, or Forest to stay focused, can be game-changers. But remember, tech is a tool, not a crutch.

Self-care is Essential Balance is crucial. Too much studying can lead to burnout. Take breaks, get some fresh air, and ensure you’re sleeping well. Your brain needs rest to function at its best.

Stay Motivated Set goals, both big and small. Celebrate your achievements, no matter how minor they seem. And remember, every bit of effort brings you closer to mastering the material.

So, here's to you and your study journey. Embrace the challenge, stay curious, and don’t forget to enjoy the process. Happy studying!

Until next time, Your Study Buddy 🚀

Now, go make that coffee and dive into your books. You’ve got this! ☕📚

#study #study blog #study motivation #study inspiration #student life #university #academics

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tkachuktkaching · 1 year ago

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Keith & Chantal Tkachuk on how Matthew & Brady's vibrant personalities stem from colourful St. Louis roots

It is an attitude and household like theirs in suburban St. Louis that has produced one of the league’s most colourful players off the ice, and one of the most entertaining players on it.

“I assume Brady is the off-ice one and Matthew is the on-ice one?” said Keith, laughing.

Brady’s infectious personality has been on display via several renditions of "Mr. Brightside" posted online by fans thrilled to see him letting loose in local establishments.

The toolkit Matthew has used to become one of the more polarizing and prolific 100-point scorers includes an innate ability to agitate while dazzling with memorable, between-the-leg finishes.

In a league full of beige, both engaging, natural leaders stand out.

Brady, captain of the Ottawa Senators, became a folk hero in Calgary last spring with his double-fisted celebrations in support of his brother’s playoff run.

Matthew, an alternate captain for the Florida Panthers, single-handedly resurrected the Battle of Alberta with a series of hits on Zack Kassian he punctuated with, “If he doesn’t want to get hit, then stay off the tracks.”

And the hits just keep on coming, from both.

“They’re not boring like a lot of guys in the NHL, tell ya that much,” said Keith, who was one of the more personable players of his era.

“I think it’s good they have a personality. It’s good for them, it’s good for the league, good for the team and it’s good for you guys.

“You don’t want to talk to boring guys with programmed answers.”

Keith said he remembered watching Matthew on the After Hours segment on Hockey Night in Canada as a rookie, conducting the whole interview with his head down.

“I said, ‘What are you doing? Get your head up and talk,’” said Keith.

“But now it’s like this (as he snaps his fingers).

“I watched Matthew interviewed last night and he was pretty good. He adds some normal stuff to it that people like. It’s not about the same answers. He does a good job.

“I think it’s being around the locker room for a long time, being comfortable.”

Both Tkachuks are armed with tremendous confidence, no doubt cultivated while growing up at their father’s knee in NHL dressing rooms.

They’ve honed their interview skills under the glare of demanding Canadian hockey markets where all eyes are on their every move, and they know it.

Yet, they continue letting their personalities shine though.

Brady certainly does that well with a microphone in his hand, belting out The Killers’ anthem like he did just a few weeks ago when a fan posted him performing with teammates.

“The good news is every time he does it, he’s with his fiancée, so it’s not like he’s out by himself,” said Keith.

“If you were in Phoenix or New York no one would care, or know you. But you’re in Canada, so I just told him, you’ve got to be careful.

“It’s not like he’s being a goofball, idiot, drunk. He’s not like that. He just turned 23 years old, but he thinks like a 16-year-old.

“He just likes to have fun.”

Sure, it’s all good fun like he’s had for years in his parents' basement with friends and family.

“He has a contagious personality – he always has a smile on his face, seems to be in a good mood and is fun to be around,” said Mom, sharing her theory on why his song is the Killers’ classic.

“I think that’s just a popular college song – a fun song that the kids go crazy over.

Draft parties, grad parties, Christmas parties, you name it, the Tkachuks want to ensure everyone is included, as they value the importance not only of teammates bonding, but the spouses as well.

“One of the best parties was an Easter party we had one of the last years Keith played – we had the whole team over and we got this huge Easter bunny costume and Matthew got into it,” said Chantal, who Keith calls Julie McCoy, the cruise director from Love Boat.

“Matthew was about 12 and he just nailed it, holding the kids’ hands.

“All the moms were oohing and ahhing over how great an Easter bunny he was.

“Honest to god, I still get random texts from moms who said, 'That was just the best.'”

“They like the wine cellar and the scotch,” said a smiling Keith, who taught both his sons to revere their team’s support staff.

“I know what it felt like to be a young guy and not having anywhere to go, so I think it’s important to have that open-door policy.”

That policy extended to the family basement, where current Blues star Robert Thomas lived his first two years in the league before renting Matthew’s St. Louis home this fall.

Keith has three TVs mounted in the basement so he can watch Thomas and both of his sons at the same time. After games, Keith would take on a fatherly role with Thomas and wait up for him to get home to share thoughts on his performance.

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eletricheart · 2 years ago

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The Best Day

(Donna Beneviento x Reader)

*image creds to owner

Word count: 794

I thought of this story while listening to The Best Day and Mastermind by Taylor Swift.

It's on how even though you didn't have any friends in your town it was still possible to find someone who you'd have your best days with.

ps: songs are at the end

ps2: not proofread, pls lmk any mistakes

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No one wanted to play with you as a little kid, so you started to plan every interaction to make others love you. It worked for a while, but as much as you had them during school, you were still never past colleagues.

This situation stretched all the way to adulthood. You were alone, not always lonely, but still just you.

As a result of being ignored for a big part of your life, you knew most of the forest since it was your special hideout.

The day was a difficult one, you had invited your neighbors for a small night out and they claimed to be busy. You believed them, until seeing the group together at a tavern.

So you walked, and walked, past the known paths, just ahead. You only took notice of your surroundings once reaching a small grave. At first you thought of running, after all there were many stories of House Beneviento, but you stayed…and talked.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

It started simple, a short one sided conversation. Then, as the week passed by you made more visits, always paying your respects and talking.

You've always noticed the dolls, especially when more started to show. They didn't move, just remained scattered and sitted, as if listening.

You got used to it, slowly forgetting the neighbors and finally stopping to care for the villagers. Instead, you focused all of your energy in little gifts for the dolls that were keeping you company.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Angie introduced herself first, jumping in your head as you walked towards the simple clearing. In all honesty, you were frightened for the next few days, but eventually started to love the doll, even learning how to sew to make dresses for her.

Lady Angie, as you call her, was the one who led you to the house. It took a month and a lot of convincing but nothing a tea party couldn't solve.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Donna usually just observed you from afar, making sure no lycans bothered your walk. Her interference started to follow you into the village, the dollmaker would claim she was just ensuring your safety.

She would notice how most people wouldn't talk to you, not even in greetings. This dismissal made her mad, how could they ignore you, you were always so kind, so cheerful, it didn't make any sense.

So, Donna decided to greet you. It began with a nod until it slowly turned into shy 'hello'.

Once the first words were spoken, the lady felt more comfortable staying around you. She would laugh at your jokes, go on short walks with you, anything you offered the dollmaker would accept with an excited nod.

You, of course, felt the greatest pride when she laughed, even making mental notes to find jokes in similar themes. During the walks you constantly tried to read Donna's body language, memorizing which paths she enjoyed.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Your first conversation was on a rainy saturday. The village was having a party to celebrate the healthy harvest. You rarely attended, finding no joy in spending the night alone in public.

However, this time, you visited Donna. It wasn't an usual visit day but you figured she wouldn't mind, Angie always seemed so insistent in trying to make you stay anyway.

The dollmaker was confused with your arrival, but happy nonetheless. She rushed to make some tea and leave her dolls presentable for you.

It was a few hours into your visit, you were both sitting on the couch watching the rain.

Donna was a bit anxious, she didn't want to ruin your night with her questions, but she was so curious. "Why…why did you come?" She asked, with her head down.

You turned your head to look at her. "I guess I didn't want to be alone." You shrugged, afraid she found you annoying.

The dollmaker took a deep breath. "Why me?" She asked again, fidgeting with her fingers.

You smiled kindly. "My best days are with you, I couldn't possibly choose anyone else."

She nodded, slowly. "I'm…happy with you around."

Your smile grew wider. "I'm happy with you too, and Angie of course."

Donna laughed and laid her head on your shoulder.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Your visits became more recurring, the walks were now made with holding hands, the jokes were now followed with a counter one, even Angie joined into plan making, tho her daily schedules involved more hide and seek than you've played in your entire life.

Donna asked you to live with her a few days later…well…she didn't exactly ask. Angie screamed at you when it was time to leave and threatened to lock you in her room. Therefore, the dollmaker had to interfere and ask you more calmly if you wished to stay with her.

And you said yes.

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misshoneyimhome · 4 months ago

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Better In Time I Frederik Andersen

[Prologue] [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3]

Summary: After discovering that Freddie had moved to Toronto, you decided to reach out to your childhood friend. And to your great surprise, he invited you to stay with him during your visit to the city.

Tropes & warnings: Frederik Andersen x reader, friendship, best friend!Freddie, smut 18+: oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v)

Word count: 2.7K

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August 2016

Five long years had passed since you last had the chance to spend time with Frederik.

In those early years, you used to spend your summers together, seamlessly picking up where you left off, whether it was at a local café, a favourite hiking trail, or just lounging around playing video games. Those times were golden, filled with laughter, shared secrets, and a comforting sense of continuity. However, as life took you in different directions, those cherished opportunities had become increasingly rare. Frederik’s hockey commitments grew more intense, demanding more of his time and energy, while you delved into your own career and personal pursuits. The occasional phone calls and text messages had become lifelines, but they couldn’t quite replace the face-to-face interactions.

And in recent years, you had missed each other more than you cared to admit, and the gap in your friendship had grown wider, each passing year adding another layer of longing and unspoken words.

You both had grown and changed in many ways, shaped by experiences and responsibilities. Frederik had become a focused athlete, his life a whirlwind of training, matches, and media attention. Meanwhile, you had carved out your own path, building a career and exploring your passions, yet always feeling a slight emptiness where Frederik's presence used to be.

But then when you heard that he had been drafted to the Toronto Maple Leafs, a monumental leap in his career, you knew you had to make the trip to see your childhood friend.

You had always dreamt of travelling around your birth country, a plan that had been postponed for too long. But now, with the time and the financial means, you finally had the chance to turn that dream into reality. It felt like the perfect excuse to reconnect and bridge the gap that time and distance had created.

And slightly to your surprise, when you reached out to Frederik, he responded promptly with enthusiasm, gladly offering his condo for you to stay in while you explored the vibrant city of Toronto. His eagerness to host you was a comforting reminder that despite the years and the changes, your bond still held strong.

In recent years, Frederik had become a household name in the NHL, his skills as a goalie earning him widespread acclaim. Interviews, endorsements, and the adoration of fans were now part of his daily life. He was no longer the boy you grew up with; he had evolved into a professional athlete, complete with all the fame and responsibilities that came with it. Despite his newfound celebrity, you hoped to find the same Frederik who had shared countless childhood adventures and late-night conversations.

Meanwhile, you were pursuing your own dreams. Having left the small town of Herning, you moved to Copenhagen for college, where you spent over a year living with a boyfriend. But then unfortunately, things ended when you discovered he was cheating on you.

However, now, at age 23 (with your 24th birthday approaching), you were focused on living your best life. You had a close-knit group of friends, a nice apartment in the city, and a promising first job. Nothing could derail your path, and reuniting with Frederik was the perfect way to kick off your latest adventure as you stepped off the plane and met his welcoming gaze.

And the time you spent with Frederik turned out to be nothing but fantastic.

Although he found himself less adept at navigating the bustling city of Toronto, his new home, he did his best to ensure you had a memorable visit. He even arranged for you to meet some of his new teammates, giving you a glimpse into the thrilling world he now inhabited before the hockey training camp began.

Yet, amidst all the excitement and adventures, one thing remained unchanged: Frederik's protectiveness and the unique bond you shared. You had always been his closest friend, and he felt a twinge of unease whenever he saw his new friends showing more than just a casual interest in you. To him, it was an unspoken rule, an unwritten code – none of his mates were allowed to come near you.

And as the days in Toronto flew by, filled with sightseeing and dining out at charming restaurants, you both started yearning for some quiet time together. So, you decided to spend a whole day inside, embracing relaxation and each other’s company.

By evening, you then found yourselves comfortably settled on the spacious sofa, wrapped up in each other's presence. A comfortable silence settled over you like a familiar blanket, and you relished the warmth of Frederik's body, feeling a profound connection that had been missing for far too long.

With his arm casually draped around your shoulders, pulling you gently closer as you both watched a rom-com film, it was clear how much you had missed him—his presence, his energy, and especially his touch.

Even though you and Frederik had never crossed the line into romance, the longing to be near him was undeniable. And it was equally apparent that Frederik had missed you just as much. There, on the sofa, wrapped in each other's embrace, you both found comfort in the enduring bond of friendship that had somehow grown stronger over time - despite the distance.

Being with Frederik in that very moment felt truly special. Despite the stark differences in your lives, lying there together made it seem like no time had passed at all. The days you spent together in Toronto felt like a seamless continuation of your past, as if you'd only seen each other yesterday and nothing had kept you apart.

So, as you shifted slightly in Frederik's embrace, his hand naturally settled on your lower back, and a familiar, pleasant sensation spread through you.

Your hand found its way to his chest, feeling the warmth of his strong arm as it drew you a little closer. And after a few minutes of this cosy closeness, you couldn’t help yourself. Your hand began to explore gently, tracing his torso before coming to rest in his lap.

Frederik shifted slightly in his seat, his attention still fixed on the film. Meanwhile, a mischievous smile played on your lips as you let your hand glide slowly down his muscular thigh, brushing over his crotch, and then up again, before settling back on his inner thigh.

And as you kept your gaze fixed on the television with a seemingly innocent expression, you felt Frederik’s breathing quicken slightly. Which only encouraged you to continue your movements.

Frederik shifted again, and you noticed the growing bulge in his grey joggers, no longer able to be concealed. So, this time, you let your hand rest on his hardening crotch instead of moving it back to his thigh.

You took a moment to ensure Frederik was as interested as you were. And with no words exchanged, he gently rocked his hips, which brought a soft smile to your lips. You gently cupped his bulge, giving it a gentle squeeze, and when you heard a light gasp escape his lips, you felt reassured to proceed further.

With a look that was almost pleading, you then turned your head slowly to meet Frederik’s gaze. And when he noticed your movement, his eyes found yours, and for a moment, you both locked into a silent exchange, the air between you charged with unspoken understanding.

Frederik took charge of the silent tension lingering and leaned in, closing the gap between your lips with a gentle, tender kiss. And as your hand moved toward the waistband of his joggers, slipping beneath the fabric only to discover he was naked underneath, the intensity of the kiss began to build.

Breaths mingled as your kiss deepened, tongues entwining. Your fingers traced the sensitive skin of his cock, feeling it respond and grow firmer in your hand. Meanwhile Frederik’s hand cupped your cheek, drawing you closer into the kiss, as you gradually increased the rhythm of your movements, shifting slightly in his lap to gain better leverage, and stroking his shaft with a steady, deliberate motion.

As his breaths grew heavier, it became clear that while Frederik was enjoying the way you were touching him, he craved a closer connection. So, with a gentle motion, he guided your hand away from his throbbing member, and his strong arms pulled you into his lap. Positioned with your knees on either side of his wide hips, you straddled him, and his large hands slid up under your t-shirt, tenderly caressing your skin before lifting the garment off over your head.

You shared a soft smile, cupping his handsome face as your lips met again in a heated kiss. And instinctively, you then slowly began to rock your hips against his, feeling the pressure of his hard cock through your tiny shorts. A smile crept onto your lips as you felt Frederik’s hand move to cup your ass, guiding and supporting your movements.

In that moment, it felt like the rest of the world had disappeared. The only thing that mattered was the deep connection between you.

Despite the intensity of the kiss, Frederik decided to once more take control. So, breaking the kiss, he swiftly lifted you from the sofa, then carefully repositioned you, lowering you back down onto your back.

You couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle, which earned a small, affectionate smile from Frederik as he hovered over you. After placing a quick tender kiss on your already swollen lips, he then shifted his attention to your neck, planting gentle butterfly kisses that traced their way to your collarbone, and then further down to your breasts.

He continued his journey with delicate kisses on your soft stomach, stopping just above the hem of your shorts. Then with a skilled touch, he hooked his fingers under the waistband, smoothly removing both your shorts and knickers in one motion. And positioning himself between your legs, he began to kiss your inner thighs, making your breathing deepen and your heartbeat quicken.

A smirk played on Frederik’s lips as he then started to lick along your slit, causing you to let out a soft gasp. You couldn’t help but let soft moans escape as his touch sent waves of pleasure through you. It was nothing but sweet music to Frederik, so with a newfound confidence, he focused on sucking your clit, and at that point, you surrendered completely to the sensation, letting your head fall back against the couch, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure.

“Fuck…” you moaned as Frederik continued to focus his attention on your heat.

And as your moans and breaths only grew more intense, he then gently teased your entrance with two fingers before sliding them inside you, all while keeping his focus on your sensitive clit.

“Oh, yes…” you moaned louder, feeling the build-up of pleasure as Frederik’s fingers moved in and out of your tight channel, his rhythm increasing as you began to clench around them.

“Mmm… yes… Fred,” you managed to gasp between moans, the sensation of his fingers driving you closer to your climax. And with just a bit more stimulation, you reached your orgasm, releasing all over Frederik’s mouth.

He smirked in satisfaction against your folds before giving you one final, tender lick as you came down from your high. And breathing heavily, you and Frederik shared a light chuckle, and he then leaned in to place another sweet kiss on your lips.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Frederik’s voice was low and husky, and you nodded slightly, biting your lower lip in response.

A newfound confidence surged through him. Over the past few years, he’d gained considerable sexual experience, learning the nuances of how to please a woman. And the thrill of making you feel powerless under his touch exhilarated him more than it probably should.

So, with a broad grin, Frederik's gaze locked with yours as he stood up, pulling down his grey joggers and stepping out of them. He then returned to hover over you, his expression reflecting his satisfaction and anticipation.

The room was filled only with the sounds of the TV and your heavy breathing as Frederik’s large body covered yours, where he then aligned the tip of his cock with your entrance and gave you both a moment to catch your breath, while your hands found the back of his shoulders. And then gently, he pushed himself inside your warm core, your walls embracing him just like they had in the past.

Frederik had almost forgotten how good it felt to be inside you, but as he started to move slowly in and out, all the familiar sensations returned. With each thrust, your cunt enveloped him tightly, causing his mind to become hazy and all other senses to fade away.

His motions were vigorous, merciless as he picked up a rapid pace. The scent of your sweaty bodies mingled in the air, sweet and comforting, as endorphins surged through both of you. Frederik could feel his own climax approaching, the intensity of the moment overwhelming his senses as he kept hitting you deep and hard.

It felt as if your bodies were perfectly made for each other, each thrust bringing you closer to another peak as he repeatedly hit your most sensitive spot. The way his cock filled you just right was driving you towards a powerful orgasm.

“So close,” you moaned breathlessly as Frederik quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent and desperate. His uncontrolled breathing mingled with yours, his eyes nearly shutting as he struggled to hold back his own release. And sensing that you were on the brink as well, you encouraged him to let go with you. “Come for me, Freddie. Come with me.”

So, with a few more final, powerful thrusts, Frederik let out a deep groan, reaching his climax and spilling his seed inside you, harmonising with your loud moan.

“Fuck…” he murmured into the crook of your neck, his voice heavy with satisfaction.

You both lay there for nearly a minute, catching your breath as you came down from your highs. And smiling contentedly, Frederik gently pulled out and settled next to you on the sofa, wrapping you in his arms and covering you both with a blanket.

There was a comfortable silence between you as the end credits rolled on the screen, your head resting against Frederik's chest and feeling his heart beating rapidly.

But suddenly, he broke the quiet. "I'm sorry."

You turned your head slightly to look up at him, puzzled. "What for?" you asked, concern in your voice. "Was it not good for you?"

Frederik simply chuckled. "Of course, it was good," he said. "But... I didn’t use a condom," he admitted, a hint of nervousness in his tone.

"Oh," you shifted to face him more directly. "Is there a risk of you having something or...?" you asked, feeling anxious.

But Frederik shook his head reassuringly. "No, not at all... but, are you on birth control or something?"

Then it dawned on you what Frederik was getting at.

"Well... no, I mean I used to be on birth control," you admitted, "but I stopped after my ex and I broke up." There was a brief silence as you both pondered what to do next. And sensing Frederik’s lingering worry, you tried to offer some reassurance. "But I don’t think it’s a huge issue, Freddie," you said with a comforting smile. "I had plenty of unprotected sex with my ex, even before I started on birth control, and nothing ever happened. So, I’m sure we’re fine."

Frederik nodded, though he still felt a bit guilty for not thinking about using protection. Yet, seeing your serious and reassuring expression, he sighed and decided to trust your judgement.

And fortunately, Frederik’s concern soon faded. However, in the days that followed, as you enjoyed more intimate moments, he made sure to use protection, just to be on the safe side.

In short, the week with Frederik had been absolutely fantastic. Not only had you experienced incredible intimacy (a refreshing change after faking it multiple times with your ex), but you’d also had the chance to reconnect deeply with your best friend. And as you prepared to leave, you both hoped it wouldn’t be as long until your next meeting. Frederik was someone you truly wanted in your life, so with a heartfelt hug before you headed into the airport, you both committed to making a genuine effort to stay in touch.

#fa31 #smut 18+#better in time #frederik andersen x reader #frederik andersen smut #frederik andersen fic #freddie andersen fic #frederik andersen imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey imagine #carolina hurricanes fic

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glamrpevents · 6 months ago

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Bedroom 1: 1 King

Bedroom 2: 2 Queen(s)

Sofa bed

Rollaway beds not permitted

Cribs permitted: 1

Common Area

Each room provided with a terrace

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Perfect Weekend Retreats: Vacation Rentals in Northern Idaho Near Coeur d'Alene

Northern Idaho is a haven for those seeking a peaceful retreat, especially when you're looking for a quick weekend getaway. With its breathtaking landscapes and close proximity to Coeur d'Alene, Bear Creek Cabins offers the perfect destination for anyone looking to escape the hustle and bustle of daily life. Whether you’re planning a romantic weekend, a family trip, or a solo adventure, our weekend vacation rentals in Northern Idaho provide the ideal base for exploring this stunning region.

Our cabins are located near Coeur d'Alene, a city known for its picturesque lake, vibrant downtown area, and abundant outdoor activities. Staying at Bear Creek Cabins gives you the best of both worlds: the tranquility of a secluded mountain retreat and easy access to all that Coeur d'Alene has to offer. From hiking and fishing to shopping and dining, you’ll find endless opportunities for relaxation and adventure during your stay.

Each of our cabins is designed to provide a comfortable and inviting atmosphere, making them the perfect place to unwind after a day of exploring. The interiors are thoughtfully appointed with cozy furnishings, fully equipped kitchens, and spacious living areas where you can relax and enjoy the company of your loved ones. Imagine spending your evening by the fireplace, sharing stories and laughter, or stepping out onto the deck to stargaze under the clear Idaho sky. These simple pleasures are what make a weekend retreat at Bear Creek Cabins so special.

Our cabins offer a range of amenities to ensure that your stay is as enjoyable as possible. Whether you’re preparing a meal in the kitchen, streaming your favorite shows on the flat-screen TV, or soaking in the peace and quiet of the surrounding nature, you’ll have everything you need for a comfortable and memorable stay. And with our commitment to cleanliness and maintenance, you can rest assured that your cabin will be in pristine condition when you arrive.

The location of Bear Creek Cabins near Coeur d'Alene is one of our greatest assets. Just a short drive away, Coeur d'Alene offers a variety of activities for visitors of all ages. Spend your day exploring the scenic trails, take a boat tour of Lake Coeur d'Alene, or visit the local shops and restaurants in the downtown area. For those who love outdoor adventures, there are plenty of opportunities for hiking, fishing, and even zip-lining in the surrounding forests. And when you’re ready to relax, you can return to the comfort and tranquility of your cabin.

One of the highlights of staying at Bear Creek Cabins is the opportunity to experience the natural beauty of Northern Idaho up close. The area is known for its lush forests, crystal-clear lakes, and stunning mountain views. Whether you’re taking a leisurely walk through the woods, enjoying a picnic by the lake, or simply sitting on your cabin’s porch with a cup of coffee, you’ll find that the peace and serenity of this region is truly unmatched.

Planning a weekend retreat at Bear Creek Cabins is easy and stress-free. Our cabins are designed to accommodate groups of all sizes, making them perfect for couples, families, or small groups of friends. Whether you’re looking for a cozy cabin for two or a larger space to accommodate your entire family, you’ll find that our cabins offer plenty of room to relax and enjoy your time together.

In addition to the comfort and convenience of our cabins, we also offer personalized service to ensure that your stay is as enjoyable as possible. From the moment you arrive, you’ll be greeted with a warm welcome and a commitment to making your visit truly special. We’re always available to provide recommendations, assist with any needs, and ensure that you have everything you need for a perfect weekend retreat.

Bear Creek Cabins is more than just a place to stay—it’s a destination for creating lasting memories with your loved ones. Whether you’re planning a romantic getaway, a family vacation, or a solo retreat, our cabins offer the perfect setting for your Northern Idaho Retreat near Coeur d'Alene. With the stunning beauty of Coeur d'Alene just a short drive away, you’ll have endless opportunities to explore, relax, and enjoy all that this remarkable region has to offer.

As you plan your next weekend retreat, consider the many benefits of staying at Bear Creek Cabins. Our location near Coeur d'Alene offers the perfect balance of seclusion and accessibility, allowing you to enjoy the peace and quiet of a mountain retreat while still being close to the activities and attractions of the city. Whether you’re looking to hike the trails, fish in the lakes, or simply relax in the comfort of your cabin, you’ll find that Bear Creek Cabins is the ideal choice for your next getaway.

If you’re ready to experience the beauty and tranquility of Northern Idaho, book your stay at Bear Creek Cabins today. Our weekend vacation rentals northern idaho offer the perfect combination of comfort, convenience, and natural beauty, making them the ideal destination for your next retreat. Whether you’re visiting for a weekend or an extended stay, you’ll find that Bear Creek Cabins is the perfect place to relax, recharge, and reconnect with nature.

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