#it hurts to blink i rlly need to sleep

[shitty-goose-quack]

i feel like theres this like, weight on my mind, but i cant figure out what it is

[heartilywrites]

i rlly like your gyomei fic! :3

can i request some tragic yet wholesome stuff w him?

the reader is a fragile health person, however she's very stubborn and often overwork to the point of fainting. that’s because they’re gyomei’s childhood friend (and fiancé maybe) and often times she feel guilty for not being strong enough to be a demon slayer. they probably work w lady amane.

،، 𝓒ommunication ; G. Himejima

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resume: where a visit to the butterfly estate made Gyomei realize something.

content warning: hurt to comfort ; Gyomei Himejima x fem!reader ; established relationship; r is not a slayer ; it totally comes with angst ; i feel like its a bit ooc for amane's dialogues,,, ill let you decide on that ; no use of y/n

wc: 1.7k

a/n: HI thank you i'm glad you liked the fic <33 i loved doing this one, i'm weak to write angst i love it. THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING, LOVE, ENJOY:D banner does not represent r in any way, it's just a painting i liked <3

“ All your thoughts running through your head, the things you think better left unsaid.

Shinobu took a step out of the room when the sound of a crow squawking and heavy footsteps were suddenly heard, a stone hashira with concern painted all over his face was what her eyes met in a fraction of second.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Where is she? Is she okay? What happened?” the older one asked, desperate.

Kocho smiled softly and nodded. “She is okay, Himejima, she's sleeping right now, but you can stay and let her tell you what happened.”

Gyomei nodded back and took his step in the room where you were laying down, peacefully sleeping after such scary event. You, his beautiful fiancée, the love of his life, the person who had seen all his phases, looking so fragile before him. After sitting to your left, his big hands took your closest one with such caution and love, the warm feeling of your skin made him sigh in relief. Gyomei could hear your very slow and almost imperceptible breaths, he tried to replicate them to calm his nerves.

You knew you shouldn't be working more than you could handle, you knew how your health could change drastically in a blink of an eye, then why were you doing it anyway? Gyomei couldn’t get through his head how foolish you could be. He loved you, oh, you had no idea the amount of love the stone hashira felt for you ever since meeting you when you two were children and seeing you not taking care of yourself like you were supposed to be doing made him feel angry. Angry at Amane for not stopping you after you usually insisted that you could handle another heavy task, angry at you for not recognizing your own limits and more important: angry at himself for not being able to take care of you like he wanted to.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Gyomei?” the calling of his name in such a hoarsely manner made his face lit up a bit, your free hand made contact with his face to clean the tears streaming down his cheeks. “I'm sorry.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I thought we had an agreement.” he whispered, his voice didn’t sound mad, but you either way made a small grimace. “You are supposed to take care of yourself instead of being out there working.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Gyomei, stop...” you shook your head, taking away the hand he was holding. “You don't understand–”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, no, I do understand.” he cut you off. “I understand that you don't care about your own well-being, you're the one who doesn't understand how if this does not stop soon, it will only get worse with time. Don't I provide enough for you to not worry? Why do you keep doing this?”

Your eyes blinked astonished to his words, that had to be the first time he talked to you like that. “This is not about you, Gyomei, it's about how this” your hands signaled the room and yourself. “Makes me weak, I'm not strong enough to be a demon slayer, I'm not good enough to help out there in such dangerous times we live, when help is much needed out there and you better than anyone else know this.”

Now the man was the one who was in a loss of words. He didn’t know you felt like that, he definitely was feeling bad to jump so quick to attack you like that.

Your relationship had been build up by communication and trust, and Gyomei felt like he maybe hadn't been asking the correct questions or worse, you just didn’t trust him with your feelings about your condition like he thought you did.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I want to be left alone, please.” you said when he tried to talk again, wanting to apologize. “We can talk later.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I... I have a mission.” he answered with a sigh leaving his mouth. “I'll be quick and we can talk about this when I get back.”

A small humming noise vibrated on your throat, agreeing. “Take care, honey, I love you.”

Gyomei adored the way you always said the sweetest of things when he needed to leave you for a couple of hours or days even if you two were having an argument just before leaving. His job had always put his life on the line and even if you were mad at him, you knew it was a thing of the moment, something temporary that you wouldn't risk for it to be permanent in his mind, if anything happened you wanted him to remember you loved him, you always had and always will.

The stone hashira left a small kiss on your forehead after a whispered 'I love you too' had sounded and a ephemeral smile was shown your way before leaving, you watched him leave while playing with your engagement ring. You weren't double thinking about marrying him at all, you were totally sure you wanted to be his wife, you had been dreaming for quite some time now about being his wife, but the previous talk made you nervous about what he would say when he came back.

Both of you had this heartache the days Gyomei was out on the mission. That time was well used by the hashira, his mind thought about your words, he acknowledged your feelings towards your situation and he realized just then why you were so eager to be always helping Amane, it was your way to feel useful under the corporation. His heart felt both warm and shattered to such realization.

His walk back took him longer than defeating the demon he was assigned to take out, the stone hashira was practicing what he could say to you, the things he wanted you to know. Before arriving to his estate, Gyomei had bought a bouquet of your favorite flowers; when he entered by the front door and at the moment he wasn't greeted by a crushing hug from you, his feet turned back around and started to walk to the Master's estate knowing fully well you'll be there.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Himejima!” Amane greeted happily when he was announced, the named one bowed to her. “I'm glad you came back safe. Your fiancée is just bringing some important documents we needed, she'll be back soon.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Thank you for taking care of her.” he said smiling softly to the pale woman, she shook her head a bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “No need, I try to give her the easiest tasks to prevent any issues, but she's quite the stubborn girl, huh?” the hashira smiled bright at your description.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I know, I will talk to her about it, we don't want anything bad happening to her.” he finished just when the sound of your steps began to be louder.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Gyomei, you're back!” you exclaimed in such a sweet way he felt finally complete. “Here you go, Amane, may I leave now?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Sure, no problem!” the white haired woman smiled big to the two of you. “Enjoy your time, I'll see you tomorrow.”

You took your fiancé's arm to walk back to your shared estate.

Halfway through he remembered the bouquet and extended it to you, when you gasped happy he smiled, brighter at the thank you your mouth said. Once back to the estate, you were quick to put the flowers in a vase and sit beside your fiancé, Gyomei looked for your hand and left caresses on the back of it when he found it.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I want to begin,” he said before you. “I would like to apologize to you, my love, I wasn't aware of how you felt and now that I know I get why you like to push yourself, but I really want you to take care of yourself.” your eyes were scanning your partner's face while he talked. “You are the most precious thing I have in my life, my rock where I can find rest, the first one to lend a helping hand when I need it.”

Your free hand went to place to the big one taking your other, the feeling of your touch made Gyomei feel an electric current travel his back.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Please, know that I just want to protect you from everything I can, if I need to fight Muzan with my bare hands just to assure you will be okay trust me that I will do it.” your face started to feel warmer to such comment. “I'm sorry that you feel like you're of no help, but you couldn’t be more wrong, you're such an important piece in this corporation just as any of us are. Not fighting demons doesn't make you any less important.”

His eyes started to tear, your own were glossy with tears as well at such beautiful words he was saying to you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I will take better care of myself, love.” you answered after a couple of seconds of silence. “I promise, I won't overwork myself.”

Gyomei smiled a little bit. “You know? I always knew you would be such a strong and hardworking woman when we played together and you were the one putting all of us in order.”

You giggled, cleaning the couple of tears that had escape your eyes. “Well, it was always a mess to play something as a group, someone needed to guide that mess.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What if our kids happen to be a mess themselves? Like our old friends.” the question made your face grew hotter.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Gyomei Himejima, we haven't gotten married yet and you are already planning kids.” now it was your fiancé's turn to giggle.

The rest of the afternoon felt lighter, with everything sorted out you two could finally breath again. Not even after decades of knowing each other a fight took a bad turn, ever since you two were friends at childhood when one got angry to the other it was just a matter of talking it. Obviously it took a bit of try and error for your relationship to get to this exact point, but the path was definitely worth it to such beautiful relationship you two had built together.

[fuxuannie]

❥ . until the end, forevermore

✦. synopsis — stargazing with leon brings a sense of comfort and room for laughter, however oddly enough, it leads to a conversation that you or him needed to hear.

✦. love mail — 💌 ignore the 100th layout change pls i'm very indecisive ;_; eeuuueeuu... i really like soft leon can u tell uwjehejr I REALLY HOPE PEOPLE LIKE THIS i love it sm personally

✦. tags — fluff, comfort-ish, ooc.. possibly, soft leon, re4 remake leon, idk what i was doing with this, g-neutral reader, one tiny suggestive joke doesnt rlly matter

Laying uncomfortably in a patch of grass and staring at the sky wasn't exactly LEON's idea of a fun time, but when he's actually there in the moment - he doesn't realize how calming it really is. It's been a rough couple of days.. weeks, years - life. Something as simple as stargazing, it made him feel at ease.

Of course, you holding his hand next to him and hearing to your heart-warming laughter was an added bonus.

"Look, I don't know how much longer I can pretend I can see the shapes you point out and not think you're crazy." Leon teased, turning his head to you as your eyes were still fixated on the stars. You don't reply, but he doesn't complain, gives him more time to admire you.

Sometimes he feel like he doesn't do it enough, spending his time to look at you, then on the other hand it feels like it's all he ever does. You're the first thing he sees when he wakes up and the last person on his mind as he drifts to sleep, he's so inlove with you but never in a way that it hurts, but that it lets him feel at home.

You make him feel like he's home.

"You know you're supposed to be gazing at the stars, right?"

He's so lost in thought that he doesn't realize you've turned to face him, a look of warmth that he always sees in your eyes. "Well I've found myself something prettier."

"Corny."

"For you, always."

You chuckle a little at his one-liner, squeezing his hand as you do. It's always the little things that you do that make his heart race.

You then spoke;

"I had a weird thought." "Oh? In public?" "Shut up."

"This life.. it's really screwed us over."

"Yes, it has."

You move a little closer to lean your head on his shoulder, looking back up at the stars that seemingly shone brighter just for this moment.

"I think in our next we should just become like.. I dunno, cat owners."

Leon smiles.

"Nah.. You sound stupid."

...

"I'd rather have a dog."

You gasp in fake offense, jolting up immediately. "How dare you-" But he easily pulls you back in, landing on his chest as his arms wrap around you and essentially trap you in the most comfortable way ever. You're about to protest, but he adds;

"I promise that in our next life, if your little.. ideas about reincarnation are real, then I'll love you as I did in this life and the lives after that. Because for however long there is a (name) and Leon, there will be (name) and Leon. That's how it works, I don't make the rules.

You blinked a few times in surprise, but eventually nuzzle against his chest. "You stole that one from a book you read?"

"I hate reading."

"Idiot."

"It means it came from my heart you asshole!"

[lace-coffin]

It's me again! I have another request, and I think you might like this one! But a few things first.

I love your profile picture! I very much wanna do that to a Yautja, and have reason to believe it is the most effective way to calm your mate when I'm privacy 👍

I'm glad you appreciate how in depth I go when making a request! I've dealt with other people who tell me I should shorten the detail, and it has made me very sad. Mostly because the reason I go so deep into depth is because autism demands it --

Anyways!

I was wondering if you could write some headcannons for Asa with a more feral pet? Like, when he's with them or their with his bugs/arachnids?

Baby, sweet one, gentlest thing alive, happy animal noises, copious amounts of purring (yes, his pet can purr how lucky did he get?)

But when confronted with a violent escaped toy? Teeth are bared, growling, snarling, split flying, clawing, kicking, scratching, going for areas that hurt not even Asa knows about

Yet when Asa tries to calm them down, all he need do is just

And bang! Pet is back to normal

Better description of what I have in mind!

Once again, and toy escaped, this time from the box. Asa. Is. FURIOUS

This is the second time this has happened! he fuming as he stalks the halls, when he suddenly hears loud screaming and cursing. Cold fear goes down his spine, his pet is out and about, and we're much to small to fend off his newest toy, why, he's bigger than Asa!

Listening intently as the pained wailing turns into gurgles, he bursts into the area where he "plays" with his new toys, and finds his pet standing above the toys dead body. Scratches litter his arms, his eyes have been clawed open and gored, and his throat? Ripped completely out.

We stand huffing over it, shoulders tense with adrenaline and hands blood stained until half up our forearm. We turn our head to the side, eyes shrunken our mouth and has doused in blood, the man's throat clutched between our teeth.

We blink, split out the throat, and fully turn to Asa. Suddenly, Asa's pet looks sheepish, ducking their head as they play with their hands and avoid eye contact. Timidly we say "i-...I caught him, Master"

having so many thoughtshhhhhhhhhh

Asa Emory x Feral! Gn! Reader

Asa Emory x gn!reader

trigger warning for graphic violence,description of gore/corpses and power dynamics

Requests are closed (for now!!)

First of all thank you for the request! I always super enjoy writing urs!

I would also love to hold a Yautja gentle like hamburger and pet their mandibles, save me big Yautja women.

I’m sorry people have been mean to u abt how u prefer to send requests : ( I’m also autistic so u being specific in what u want also rlly helps me out!

Your relationship with Asa was strange, well it was strange from an outsiders perspective, not that you really saw them much anyway, but that’s neither here nor there. It’s just your relationship was different from his other pets. Obviously you were the favourite, sleeping in a cute padded cage whilst the others slept in a fenced off area and essentially cannibalised each-other from starvation. Meanwhile you were fed 3 balanced meals a day plus snacks. If Asa was somewhere in the hotel it’s basically assured you’re there too, probably perched on his lap, gloved hand running under your chin as you rumble and purr happily.

Despite the amount of fight you put up at first you were truly a lap dog through and through, always at your masters heels even if he wasn’t doing anything of interest, as long as you could lay under the desk and wrap an arm around his ankle you were happy. Asa never really was one for physical affection but he’s grown to love it since ‘acquiring’ you, not that he really had a choice with the way you stuck to his side like a rodent on a glue trap, he’s wasn’t complaining however. With the way you clung to him anyone would think you’re the one who’s holding him captive.

This unfortunately wasn’t the case with other inhabitants. Your special place in his heart was only 80% of the reason you got special treatment, granted it would’ve happened anyway but it may have been hurried along by the fact that he didn’t trust you to cohabitate with the toys he kept. You know the reports you get back from doggy daycare? The ones that say “doesn’t play well with others”? Yeah. That was you.

On multiple occasions even before settling in he’d caught you surround by bodies or chunks of other people in your mouth. Clearly you didn’t take well to sharing whether it be food or Asa’s affection. If you were anyone else you would’ve been slaughtered already for conveniences sake but he’d seen the way you soften when he visited. He knew there was something more to it.

Cut to current day, Asa is stressed and pissed off. A new toy has escaped, he could have sworn the box was secured properly, even double checking it. To be fair the toy in question was built like a brick shit house, taller and stronger than himself. Hopefully the term “the bigger they are the harder they fall” will apply to them, for both your and Asa’s sake.

Thats another issue, you’re currently roaming the halls too. Your master doesn’t usually have to worry about you when you’re out and about in the hotel, the minute you slip from his side it’s like all placidity and calm he’s come to love dissipates, leaving you the feral beast he had first stolen from your home. If anything it’s comforting for him to know you can hold your own out there. He keeps a watchful eye on you but not even he can anticipate what’s going to happen sometimes. Despite his opinion of himself he was only mortal.

It was now a race against time to either locate you and get you back to safety whilst he re contains the rogue or find said escapee first and detain him before you can cross paths. Your sir knows you can usually handle trouble but this guy is huge..

Asa swears under his breath and hauls himself through the twisting corridors, dipping in and out of rooms in search of either of you. Beginning to panic more as you prove hard to find he calls out for you, hands cupped around his mouth. “Pet? It’s time to come back, this is serious, I need you back right now.” He tries not to let the anxiety bleed into his voice, not wanting to scare you, and smothers it with an authoritarian tone. He waits a few moments to listen for any response. Shit. Nothing.

He moves further into the hotel and onto the other side, cupping his hands again and trying once more “cricket? I’m not playing, I need you here now” nothing again. Just as he turns his heel to try another direction he hears a noise that turns his blood to ice. Disgusting wet gurgles and muffled curses boom from down the hall. Asa isn’t easy to startle considering the vile things he does everyday to real people but the idea of you being in pain and too late to save- it makes him want to vomit.

Pushing through the nausea he bolts down the hallway and slams the doors to his ‘playroom’ open. Usually this room is reserved for experimenting on subjects.

What he sees calms him and raises his heart rate at the same time.

There you are, his perfect docile pup, hunched over what is (was) his newest pet. Shoulders raised, hackles up. The body below you is almost unrecognisable, arms littered with angry raised scratches, most likely from you struggling. Eyes completely missing from the sockets, well one was still technically attached to the coord but that’s not important. Chunks of once warm and rosey cheek flesh have been gouged from the skull, the imprints around them suggest the flesh was bitten away from the bone. Lastly and maybe most notably the throat is missing a considerable amount of matter. The hole runs deep, severed veins now lazily trickling warm blood into a puddle after the initial bite drained most of it.

Eventually you notice another presence and bristle, turning your head slowly to meet Asa’s eyes. Your eyes are essentially bulging out of your head, pupils dilated and crazed, throat and forearms doused in slowly cooling crimson. A chunk of what Asa presumes to be the missing throat lodged in your firmly set jaw.

The second you realise who it is it’s like you gain some clarity, spitting the foul meat onto the floor and wiping your mouth on your sleeve. It doesn’t help, only smearing the liquid further. Turning completely to face your master you slump onto your knees, eyes down to the floor shy and respectful like you’ve been trained. “I-…I caught him master.” It comes out croakier than you’d like.

You keep your eyes trained to the floor as the larger man approaches, heavy boots thumping on the floor towards you. You brace for the telling off, you can see yourself ending back up with the other fodder pets, you’d really pushed it this time, killing another subject. However it never comes. two warm now ungloved hands cup your bloody cheeks, gently coercing you to look at him. To your surprise Asa looks…relieved almost?

A soft smile paints his face. “You did catch him, thank you pet.” You sit there dazed and confused as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, ignoring the hair matted to it from the gore. “You did such a good job and I’m more than relived your unharmed, I don’t know what I’d-“ Asa cuts himself off, clearing his throat,not wanting to show vulnerability right now when you’re the one who needs attention. You don’t miss the way his voice wavers with worry. Embarrassed he quickly offers you a hand up, spinning on his heel and facing away. “Let’s get you cleaned up and rewarded shall we?” You don’t see the pink tint on his face.

[dollfaceksj]

GIRL THE WAY ID BE THROWING UP IF I GOT THAT MESSAGE 😭😭 LIKE WDYM "COME OUT"?? no hello how are you jus straight to the point

well let’s see what tae has to say!

i’ve been brainstorming this lore since like the 2nd or 3rd drabble. it’s rlly sad guys. i just love angst too much. you have been WARNED. i took out some of it bc to me it was a little too much lmao. a little too dark. the too dark stuff might come back later. its just details. so yeah. i took out a bit of the sadness but its still sad. uve been warned.

going to sleep right after this so scream at me all u want. 😘

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #18

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‘Come out’

COME OUT

worry is already bubbling up the back of your throat

you turn to jungkook. “what the fuck do i do?”

“calm down,” he whispers, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “pretend you’re asleep.”

you shake your head. “that’s gonna make it more obvious. what if he comes all the way here and continues to try and wake us up and then he’ll see the state of this damn tent when we open up?” you say while sliding on your shoes

jungkook clicks his tongue as he contemplates. “alright, whatever you do, just don’t admit, alright? we’re not exactly in an area where we have hospitals and stuff.”

you nod to what he’s saying but his last words snap you out of it

???

your heart is already starting to beat quicker than it should

“hospital??? why a hospital??? you think he’s gonna get violent?”

he shakes his head. “i’m not explicitly saying that, i’m just saying someone could get hurt whether that’s through a fight or by accident. like he could get angry and trip or hit something with his fist. we don’t exactly have anything here to take care of him.”

you blink at him for a few moments as you start tugging your pants back up and try to fix your hair

he’s so?? calm about that

he knows tae would be angry and try to fight him but he’s calm to keep you calm

:(

he adds, “just calm down, okay? i’ll be near if you need me.”

you shake your head. “no, you need to stay far away from me when i’m talking to taehyung.” you start to unzip the tent and glance back at him

just in time to watch him yank his condom off

ugh gross

you groan, “what are you going to do with that thing!!!”

“i don’t know!!! what am i supposed to do????”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

at least he’s funny 😭😭

“y/n,” he calls out to you before you exit the tent

you turn to look at him over your shoulder

“just breathe.”

the words are so insignificant

but in this moment

they mean so much

you nod your head. you slowly crawl out and look around, the only thing that has some light is the campfire but if you squint

you see tae’s silhouette by the campfire

you take a deep breath

you can do this

you can do this.

you slowly walk up to him, watching as his figure becomes bigger and bigger until he looks up at you

“hey,” you quietly say

your hands are sweating like fucking crazy

“hey.” he rises to his feet. “come,” he says as he starts walking away from the campfire

and

away from civilians…..

where is he taking you??

why are you so nervous

just calm down

don’t get it wrong though

you’re not scared of tae, never will be

on the contrary actually he’s your home

but the tension is weird.

you quietly follow him

“where are we going?” you quietly ask

the crunching of the branches underneath your feet and the sounds of beetles making noise fill up your ears

he replies, “somewhere private, obviously.”

what the hell

what the HELL?

what’s up with him

WHAT IS GOING ON

everyone’s asleep? why would u need privacy

now you’re starting to get scared

not of him but of what he has to say

fuck

your heart is beating out of control

just breathe. breathe. jungkook said to breathe.

tae stops near the open road, leaning against a tree

you look at him confused

you start, “sooo… what did you want to talk about?”

he crosses his arms.

as if you’re supposed to know

you frown

huh???

what is going on?

fuck

have you and jungkook been too obvious after all?

you manage to collect yourself and ask, “what?”

he pinches his brows together. “jungkook.”

heart

freefalls to your feet

oh shit

oh no

oh no

“what about him?” you try to sound casual

he tilts his head to the side. “did you forget? i was going to tell you about him.”

?

wait

oh shit

oh he’s talking about

jungkook being sensitive???? going through a lot??

OH PHEWWWWW

Holy shit

thought it was about to be your last day on earth

“oh. oh!” you snap out of your thoughts. “yeah, right. right. what’s going on?”

taehyung takes a deep breath as he starts talking about jungkook

“listen. jungkook has a lot of issues and emotional baggage that you need to take into consideration when you say certain stuff to him.”

hm?

what…

this sounds..

pretty dark?

“what do you mean?”

he sighs and rubs his eyes. “i mean that you’re a bit harsh on him sometimes. jungkook grew up in a messy household. shitty dad. busy mom.”

oh right

his mother is a sensitive topic

you say, “okay, that’s sad but a lot of people grow up in broken homes.”

he nods. “you’re right but a lot of people react differently to trauma.”

ohhh kay

we getting into trauma territory ???

“and how does he react?”

“after witnessing his parents arguing and in physical altercations, jungkook decided that romance was nothing for him because he associates marriage and love with what he saw growing up.”

you blink at him.

oh

that’s actually kinda sad

you wonder how young jk was during these things :(

poor guy

“so, how’s his relationship with his parents now? does he still talk to his mom?”

he shakes his head. “his mother passed away. dad didn’t even show up to the funeral. made 15 year old jungkook go through it all on his own.”

(backstory for that is even sadder so i took it out.. might come later)

if you’ve ever felt like your heart imploded within your ribs

it was in this exact moment

the birthflower tattoo :(

you glance at the ground. “what about his dad?”

“his piece of shit dad only throws money at him. he’s rich so he thinks pumping jungkook’s bank account full of money is a good way of raising him.”

oh

that’s why

“oh. that’s why he always seems to have money but is never working a job…” you think out loud

taehyung nods his head at your epiphany

you continue, “and always wearing seemingly expensive clothes. his sneakers, the calvin klein boxers… hm.” you nod your head

he nods again but slowly stops. “what?”

???

“what?” you echo

“how do you know what kind of boxers he wears?”

fuck

oh no

you blink quickly. “what?”

he stares you down head-on. “you just said he wears calvin klein. how do you know that? what situation would you need to be in in order to know that?”

fuck

oh god

just calm down

jungkook said to stay calm and breathe

don’t admit

“tae, i share a tent with him. you think he shyly hides his shit away from me when he takes clothes out of his bag? he doesn’t really care.”

wow

you really just talked shit and it worked

cause tae’s frown subsides

“oh okay.” he rubs his chin. “well, now you know why jungkook is looking for affection anywhere he can get it because he doesn’t really care for romance.”

“oh,” you manage to say, a bit choked up. because that’s. really sad.

ugh

“he was once head over heels for a girl. it’s like she made him forget about everything.”

oh

made him forget about everything

“he swears she cheated on him but she’s adamant on the fact that they were never really together. it also added onto why jungkook doesn’t get romantically involved with people. he genuinely thinks it’s nothing for him.”

so jungkook is convinced that love just isn’t for him

:(

but then he goes out and disguises his need for love and affection as sex and quick fucks

man

:(

you do actually feel guilty about calling him a fuckboy now

like

he’s still a fuckboy

but :( u should stop saying it to his face :(

and now knowing about his mom :(

you wonder what happened…

like you really don’t need to know that

knowing she’s dead is enough

but knowing how she died makes it easier for you to talk about certain topics around jungkook

but

that’s too dark for now

however

thinking about young jungkook

associating something as beautiful as love

with something as horrible as a broken home

hm

hm?

what’s that?

oh

you’re melting

your hard shell is cracking

you just

want to hold him now :(

give him the affection he so desperately desires :(

but should you feed into it?

clearly it’s not healthy for him

you know if you’ll keep sneaking around with jungkook

he might get attached

and you don’t like jungkook like that

so you’d have to break his heart

again

:(

this is so messy

you need to call it quits with jungkook while you still can

“so just,” he sighs quietly, “i know he’s a bit of a player but he just craves affection. and seeing you two constantly bickering and being mean to each other, i just want y’all to get along. maybe even form the same type of bond you and i have. he should get affection in other ways, not just through sex, you know? you could be like,” he says as he thinks for a moment, “his big sister.”

oh for fucks sake.

this just

you’d rather tae find out about you and jungkook than assume y’all have a sibling-like bond 😭😭😭

like yeah

you and tae are very sibling like

because of tae’s responsibility to you

but if he starts thinking you and jungkook are just *gag* SIBLINGS *gag*

oh this is sickening

you slowly nod your head to what he’s saying but you wish you never heard any of it

you mumble, “let’s go back, we have to get up early.”

“okay. anything else you wanna tell me now that we have all the privacy in the world?” he says in a joking tone

you shake your head. “no, not really.”

he pauses. “really?”

???

“what?” you say

he frowns at you. “i give you the opportunity to come clean right now and you don’t?”

holy shit

what the fuck

oh shit

does he know??? he knows??????

oh no

does he actually think something is going on between you and jungkook?

fuck FUCK

he crosses his arms as he sternly stares you down.

don’t admit

you finally say, “what are you talking about?”

“i’m talking about you and yoongi.”

oh

oh right

oh yoongi…

yeah…. yoongi

you quietly sigh. “i was planning on telling you, i really was. but i don’t know, stuff just kept getting in the way.”

he nods in understanding and pulls you in for a big hug. “it’s okay. i know you’re in good hands.”

you huff. “it’s nothing serious, tae.”

he looks down at you in his arms. “i don’t like that.”

“taehyung, i’m a grown woman,” you say as you roll your eyes

“i know but i don’t wanna be the bearer of bad news back home, okay? just be careful.”

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what is he even saying…

bad news

a broken heart?

a pregnant belly?

a bad academic year?

none of those things are going to happen. trust

you roll your eyes. “nothing bad is going to happen.”

“anything could happen, y/n.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head before releasing you. “now, let’s go back.”

“okay.”

he leads you back to the camping site and walks you to your tent. “goodnight.” he rubs your shoulder before heading back to his tent

and now

you have

to face

him.

you take a deep breath as you crawl back into the tent, jungkook’s back is turned to you

is he asleep?

you’re not sure

you slowly crawl back to your space after zipping the tent back up

“what did he want to talk about?”

jungkook’s voice makes you flinch

he’s awake

“oh,” you blink at his back. “yoongi. he wanted to talk about yoongi.”

lie after lie after lie after lie after lie

he turns onto his back and glances at you, neither of you can see much anyway

“do you want to continue?”

you shake your head. “no, not really. it kind of,” you say as you recall everything taehyung just told you. “ruined my mood.”

“okay.” he slowly crawls over your body and out the tent

“what are you doin–”

“getting rid of the evidence, duh.”

evidence????

oh

the damn condom😭😭😭😭

he’s so fucking annoying

but

you kinda want to hold him now. :(

would he be weirded out

if you

cuddled him?

he probably never cuddles any of his little hookups

but

aren’t you different?

by the time jungkook has returned

you’ve crawled back into his sleeping bag

he doesn’t say anything about it as he crawls in with you

he turns his back to you and seemingly tries to go to sleep

you slowly scoot closer

and closer

and closer

until you’re pressed up against him.

“you’re really close, y/n.”

“i know, i’m sorry. i just,” you whisper, “don’t feel so good.”

he doesn’t say anything about it

just like he doesn’t say anything when you wrap your arm around his waist

and press your face into the back of his neck

and place your hand on his chest

the soft thumping of his heart against your hand

you just want him to feel loved :(

“you’re so warm,” you whisper as you close your eyes

for someone who tries to act cold… he’s really warm

so warm

“i could just,” you continue, “lie next to you for the rest of my life.”

hm

now that you think about it

there’s wordplay

cause this could mean two different things

literally lying next to each other, in a bed or whatever

but lying next to him, lying about sneaking around, lying about wanting each other

cause it seems like you’ll be lying about it for the rest of your life at this rate

however

he doesn’t say anything yet again

and it allows you to shut the fuck up

and try to fall asleep

and you do

you’re dozing off

cause you don’t remember him saying these next few words

“i could too.”

to be continued

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[jinkoh]

 tell me what’s wrong, little bug

kevin x gn!reader

wc: 1.5k, tags: hurt/comfort, childhoodfriend/neighbor!AU, y/n is in their last year of school, mentions of a friendship break up & college struggles, older brother!Q

a/n: i wrote this at 2 am when i couldn't sleep so it's rlly just self-indulgent comfort tbh

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“I knew I’d find you here,” Kevin said as he sat next to you in the tall grass near the meadow where a bunch of cows were chewing on the lush green.

“You’re back,” you stated, and even though you wanted to be surprised and excited about his return after not seeing him since he’d briefly come back from college for your birthday months ago, you can’t seem to find the emotions within you. You were tired, your eyes still feeling puffy from crying and lack of sleep.

“Mhm,” he hummed, “Someone told me there’s a little bug at home in dire need of counseling.”

“My brother called you?” You scrunched up your face, too embarrassed by the fact that Changmin had tattled to him to realize that he’d come back, driven all those miles, just for you. 

Kevin lightly nudged your shoulder with his own. “He means well. You know he really loves you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And so do I,” he added with a little grin, and you knew he meant like your brother does, like a sibling. It’d always been like that, you’d never been anything but family to him. And yet it still managed to make your heart ache. But what was one more ache on top of everything already weighing you down?

“I know,” you said again, not meeting his gaze.

“So, tell me what’s wrong, little bug.”

You wanted to tell him, you really did. It had always come easier to talk to Kevin when something was bothering you. No matter how much you loved your brother and no matter how much you knew he cared, there was something about Kevin that made it feel less intimidating to open up.

But right now, it was still impossibly hard. Just the thought of trying to put it into words had your throat clogging up.

“Just…school,” you said as if that could summarize the way everything had been falling apart around you, your last year feeling more like a hellscape than the exciting time you’d always imagined. You’d known which college you wanted to go to since forever, your best friend and you making plans about it since middle school. Except she had suddenly changed her mind about going together, and while you understood that these things could happen you thought you at least deserved an explanation. But you never got one, not really. I can’t always be considerate to you, I need to think of myself too, she’d reasoned, and it’d felt like a punch in your face that she saw the situation that way, naturally assuming you would blame her when really all you wanted was to talk about it, to understand, to be part of the conversation. It hurt that she seemingly trusted you too little to be open with you. And you couldn’t even talk to anyone about it all because your friends were hers too and you didn’t think it was appropriate to pull anyone else into this mess. “Just school,” you repeated, “my grades have been dropping,” you added and you weren’t even lying.

Kevin hummed in understanding. “Are you worried about not getting into your first choice?”

You bit your lower lip so hard you thought you tasted iron. “I don’t even have a first choice anymore,” you pressed out. There were tears welling up in your eyes that you aggressively tried to blink away.

“Oh,” he said and you knew by the way he looked at you that to some extent things must have clicked. He'd known about your plans for the future after all so it wasn’t hard to connect the dots. “Do you wanna tell me what happened?”

You shook your head but then nodded before ultimately shrugging. “It’s just over, I guess,” you knew it sounded like you were talking about an ex rather than a friend, but the heartbreak felt the same either way, “It’s—I’ve tried to fix it over and over but I don’t think we can. I don’t think I can. But now that we’re not talking anymore I’m realizing how much of my life revolved around her. It’s—,” you paused, trying to find a fitting word, but when nothing better would come to mind, you settled for “weird." Your fingers fumbled with the grass next to your feet, "I haven’t had to be myself all by myself in a really long time. It was always—it was our dreams and plans and wishes. Maybe hers more than mine. But now it’s suddenly just me, and I don’t even know who I am outside of all of that. How am I supposed to choose a future like that?”

“You don't have to put yourself under so much pressure, y/n,” he said softly and somehow he made it sound like a good answer, “I know it's always framed like this giant decision that will determine your whole life, but it's not. Life is way more complicated than that. Which isn't to say you should just decide randomly, but you don't have to pressure yourself into finding the perfect choice either. You won’t know how it turns out until you're there anyway. So just go for a place with interesting courses or a pretty campus or good financial plans or," he playfully nudged you in the side, "you could also go some place where you already have an ally. My school is pretty good you know?"

“You probably just don’t have friends at college, so you want me around.” You rolled your eyes at him but you did feel a little better. 

“Rude? I so have friends,” he mocked offense, “but I do want you around. Would be great to not have to travel a zillion miles just to annoy you in person.”

“You do know that you were the one who left, right?”

“Fair enough.”

“Why did you go anyway? Why that far?”

He shrugged. “It wasn’t that deep. It just seemed like a good path for me. Good chance to leave my comfort zone too.”

“Hm.”

“Why? Did I manage to grab your interest? Are you considering it?”

"Don't get me wrong, I already had it on my radar beforehand," you justified yourself and when you saw his smug grin you quickly added, "because of the courses!"

“Sure, little bug. Or maybe you just really miss me.” 

"Shut up."

“Seriously though,” Kevin went back to a more serious tone, “no matter where you go, it will be fine. You’ll be fine. You don't have to have it all figured out just yet. And you’ll always have me to call when the going gets rough.”

“Thanks, Kev. Really, thank you.”

“Mmh-mmh, not for that,” he hummed, "and by the way, about the other thing you mentioned, I think I have a pretty good idea of who you are. So if you ever need a reminder I could easily make you a list."

"That'd be great, actually," you replied and it sounded less like a joke than you'd intended. Not that it really was one in the first place.

"Hmm, let's see" he hummed, "you're a little stubborn—" "Not true," you pouted and he just raised an eyebrow at you in place of a response. "You're also kind," he continued, "but maybe a bit of a people pleaser." 

"Aren’t you supposed to say nice things here?"

"Oh, I thought you wanted an honest list and not a nice one."

"Fine."

"You're also creative."

"Creative?"

"There’s some crayon drawings on my bedroom wallpaper to prove it,” he grinned and you couldn’t help but smile at the memory—not that you actually remembered drawing the flowers on his wall, you’d been 4 or 5. What you did remember though was the way he hadn’t gotten rid of them, even going so far as to put an empty picture frame around them at some point as if they were actual art and not some childish doodles.

"Fair enough," you chuckled.

"You're also funny. And very cute when you have leaves stuck in your hair," you felt his fingers move through your hair, carefully picking out something that got stuck in it. You wished he knew what that was doing to your heart. 

"And most of all you're a little bug of course." He dropped his hand to your shoulder once he was done, his thumb drawing gentle patterns. "You need to hear more?" 

"No," you shook your head, "it's fine."

"I could go on, you know?"

"Yeah, I know."

“Do you feel a little better?”

“Yeah,” you leaned your head against his shoulder, “I do.”

 "That's good." You thought you felt him press a little peck to the crown of your hair before he rested his chin on your head, but maybe it was just your wishful thinking. "That's good," he whispered again.

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[sapphic-woes]

Short with maid!reader x Ambessa. Here Ambessa gets hurt and you just want to make sure she's okay. (Not rlly proofread)

The palace was up in flames.

Assassination attempts on your warlord weren't uncommon. Ambessa regularly faced people deadset on taking her life for numerous reasons. However, your lady always told you that their motivations mattered very little to her.

---

"Their vengeance is not enough to match my skill. Instead, it makes them falter." Your lady calmly spoke. She walked with purposeful strides, and you scurried after her, quickly helping her remove her bloody garments. You swallowed before speaking up.

"My lady. Your sword..." She had walked through the palace with it still brandish in her hand and soaked in her enemy's blood. Now, Ambessa simply blinked, still for a moment before unceremoniously dunking it into the pool and earning a gasp from you.

"My lady that's dirty–!"

"As is the rest of my body. Which is why you, my sweet..." You gasped as Ambessa gripped your arm and dragged you closer. You were mesmerized by her haunting eyes, how they swam with a dangerous mischief.

How could the blood splattered across her face make the cloudy irises of her eyes gleam? Her voice was velvet against your ears, but you knew she could sound ruthless in a heartbeat. Ambessa was a dangerous beauty you knew you shouldn't have been drawn to...and yet?

"You must focus and tend closely to every part of your master, hm?"

You found yourself a moth to her flame regardless.

---

Surely in this moment, she had finally burned you.

You just needed to know–if she was safe, how her condition was, if she was in pain–but you were but a lowly maid, and Ambessa, the ruler of Noxus. Your worries didn't need to be quelled, as they mattered not to anyone else but your love.

"Please, may I help?" Your attempt to provide assistance and get closer was ignored, as several doctors and nurses worked together to aid Ambessa. You couldn't even see your lady–only able to hear her groans and listen to words thrown about the state of her health into the air.

"They ambushed her! Those cowards."

"We need to stop the bleeding, now."

"Goodness, any closer and they would have pierced a major artery."

"There's another arrow? How did she even survive this?"

What you overheard didn't help calm you down, but no matter how much you tried to get closer, you couldn't. Eventually, to keep the palace calm and not show the attack had shaken the kingdom, you and all other attendants were ushered back to continue your usual work. You were reluctant, but no matter how hard you pressed, you weren't allowed to even sneak a glance at Ambessa.

But you weren't her chambermaid for nothing. No–she had chosen you for your unique...attitude whenever things came to your warlord, and you weren't going to give up. Instead, you decided you would find another way to check on Ambessa–just, not in broad daylight.

With a single candlelight you scurried through the halls of the palace, avoiding patrol guards until you made it to Ambessa's chambers. However, two guards stood at the door. Dammit.

"Pardon me." You tried to come off as calm, dipping into a curtsy before them. You clenched your fists with the handfuls of your dress, eyes politely downcast.

"I am the lady's chambermaid. I stopped by out of worry...may I sit by my lady's side and attend to her? I just want to make sure she's alright." Silence followed until one of them answered.

"Apologies miss, but we were instructed not to let anyone in." Your heart sunk into your chest, but you couldn't give up just yet!

"Please, it will only be a few minutes. I just need to see her." One of the guards looked guilty as they glanced at the other.

"I... I'm sorry miss, but we aren't allowed–"

"Let her in." All three of you stilled at the gravely, low tone of your warlord's command.

Ambessa was shirtless, chest and torso bound with bandages. You knew she was one to sleep completely naked, but for the courtesy of the guards, she had a loose pair of black pants on. They hung a bit at her hips, making you swallow and try your hardest to focus.

"...Yes my lady." The guards inclined their heads, and you smiled in relief as Ambessa let you in.

"My lady what happened? I was so worried, they didn't let me see you or tell us anything. I heard it was an ambush–those cowards–and you barely managed to hold your own! How is the pain? How can you even move right now? My lady let me help you back to bed–!" All your fretful rambling came to a full stop when Ambessa wrapped her arms around you, pulling you as close and tight as her wounds would allow.

She smelled of blood and medicinal alcohol. Her breaths were deep yet worryingly unsteady. Her nose was buried in the crook of your neck, and she breathed you in–grounding herself before murmuring against your skin.

"I feared what would happen. If I had lost to them. If I wasn't able to see you again." Oh.

The words left unspoken made you suck in a shaky breath. You are the reason I fought so hard. Was woven into each second Ambessa held onto you, burned into every inch of your skin. The fear of leaving you had made her strong. You were the miracle that pulled Ambessa through her battle.

"...I love you." You whispered the words as if afraid the air wouldn't hold the weight of them. Ambessa sagged into you. You realized her hands were trembling. The warlord pressed a single kiss into your neck, lips lingering as if hoping to brand her mark on you there.

"I love you too darling. Always."

[prosperdemeter2]

Perspective flip for stuck?? Maddie Bobby Shannon - I rlly don't care who bc god do I love that fic you're writing is amazing :)

collision chapter one

“Did you notice he talks in his sleep?” Over her shoulder, she could see that Evan was no longer sleeping, instead looking at Christopher with a concentrated frown while he explained patiently whatever he was doing with his video game character on the television screen. It took everything within Maddie for her to not turn around and march her way back into the living room to sit with him. Evan wasn’t vulnerable in the Diaz household, she knew that - it was as much his house, now, that it was theirs - but Maddie was… Maddie was used to being the person he turned to when he was hurt or scared or… or anything really.

She didn’t know how to feel about the fact that her absence and replaced her with Eddie.

It wasn’t that Eddie was anything bad. Maddie loved him, even, if only because of the way he made Evan smile. She appreciated his brutal honesty, at least, even if it stung whenever he threw it in her direction. Evan would never hold her verbally responsible for what Doug had done to them, Eddie didn’t have any qualms. Maddie chewed on her cheek and wondered, absently, if Evan needed another pain killer. Eddie snorted and shook his head, pulling her attention back to where he was… lingering, tapping his fingers against his phone and wearing that look on his face that Maddie knew he only wore when Shannon had been particularly difficult.

She didn’t know how to broach that topic with him (with Evan, either). There were some startling similarities to her own relationship with Doug that had her reeling - Shannon wasn’t violent, not that Maddie knew, but she had such a grip of control that… that Maddie didn’t know how to warn him away without causing more damage. “I’ve been sharing a bed with him for the last six months.” Eddie answered sarcastically.

Maddie tried not to blush at the implication. She knew her baby brother was sexually active, thank you very much. She had lived in an apartment with him for the better half of a year - Eddie had spent plenty of time in that same place behind a locked door that Maddie tried her hardest not to pay attention to the noises coming from (not that they were loud, but Maddie wasn’t dumb, she knew what a locked door and the sound of a squeaking mattress meant). “Actually,” Eddie stood up straighter. “Can I ask you something?”

Maddie blinked - it wasn’t all that often that Eddie went out of his way to continue a conversation with her. Not that she was complaining - Evan loved him and Maddie didn’t plan on going anywhere any time soon, she would have to get to know the man that her brother cared so much about (and it wasn’t a chore. Eddie was nice, an enigma but a nice one). “Of course.”

“Buck doesn’t have any idea who he could be talking about.” Eddie explained. “Everything else he can explain.”

Maddie screwed up her face in curiosity. “Okay.”

“Who’s Daniel?”

It was an innocent question but it slapped Maddie back about twenty-five years. It wasn’t that Maddie floundered at the name every single time she heard it - Daniel was a popular enough name and she had been a nurse and currently was as 911 operator. But it had been years since anyone had drawn the line between Daniel and Evan that wasn’t her. There were so many ways to answer that she didn’t know which to stick with. She wanted to tell him the truth - she had a feeling she could, that Eddie wouldn’t hold it against her more than she held it against herself.

But it was like Evan had asked her himself - there was no telling Eddie and him not telling Evan. It was just how the two of them worked (and it wouldn’t be fair of her, to ask Eddie to keep her secret because their parents had taken the words from her and buried them in Daniel’s little wooden casket). Where’s Dan’y? Evan had asked it again and again and again and their parents had never answered except to tell him not to ask. Maddie had held him all through the funeral, hugged one brother while they lowered the other into the ground, and when their mother had tried to take Evan from her arms Maddie had held on so tightly that it had almost given little-Evan bruises on his soft flesh. He had tried to crawl Daniel’s casket, had put his pudgy little hand on Daniel’s cheek and asked her with teary blue eyes why he wasn’t waking up. For two years they had had a combined birthday party - Daniel had sat Evan on his lap and served him cake and he had laughed when Evan had smeared frosting everywhere. Their parents had hated it but Maddie had been so happy… she had never been so happy ever since….

She could tell him. Maddie wouldn’t be breaking the promise to their parents if she told Eddie and Eddie told Evan for her. He found out in a roundabout way, Maddie could defend.

But when she opened her mouth to tell him, a lie tumbled out instead. “A kid that grew up down the street from us, I think.” Maddie explained with a forced pleasant laugh. “I’m surprised he even brought him up. They used to have play dates when Evan was, like, two years old.” Eddie didn’t believe her. Or, he did believe her, but he knew she wasn’t telling the entire truth. Of course he did, Maddie wasn’t shocked, she lied the same way Evan did. It was how she was always able to catch him in it.

Maddie wanted to scream at him to call her on it. All Eddie had to do was push just a little bit more and she’d be spilling Daniel out on his kitchen floor.

But he didn’t and the ghost of Daniel she clung to in her chest screamed at her to let him free and so… she bid her goodbyes, lingered a moment longer than was necessary, perhaps, with her lips pressed against Evan’s birthmark (she had told him, when he was too young to understand and remember, that it was Daniel’s fingerprint. A way for their brother to stay tethered to him even when he was gone).

She held her breath all the way to the ocean and then she stood out on the rocks and screamed at the waves until they screamed back.

[berryblu-arts]

I hereby claim all your ocs as my new blorbos (even though I know nothing about them except that they're a chaotic bunch). Especially Zach. He's my boy <333

Actually, take this as an invitation to info dump about any of your wips. They all seem so interesting and I wanna learn more :)))

Anyway, sorry for spamming your notes lmao 😅

Afshsfa I'm so incredibly happy you liked them you don't even know 😭😭💕💕💕💕💕!!! Also, real proud of the main vibe they give off being chaotic lmao

Yooo!!! Youre in luck bc Zac is my specialest boy ever :')!!! Also, you literally gave me motivation to finish a doodle, so now you get to see him with his glowy energy barrier powers >:D

(dedicating this to you actually, bc it could've just sat there in the drafts accumulating dust if you hadn't sent this ask hahah 😅)

Also just so you know, you managed to pick one of the most tired guys ever for a blorbo lmaoo, he's literally the healer forced to fight, overpowered but just wants his family and stability, hasn't caught a break since age nine, hurt/comfort it gets worse before it gets better in the ao3 tags, would die for his friends in the blink of an eye but is also rlly reserved (at first) sort of character, so good luck with that adsgafzfds

Okok I need to sleep but just know I *will* be talking abt him again just on my blog, unprompted, I have so many blorbo t h o u g h t s

[babyjakes]

crumbling walls. [blurb.]

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summary | when bucky sees what happens to you at night, you decide to finally show him everything you’ve been keeping inside.

pairing | bucky barnes x avenger!reader

warnings | hurt comfort, implications of poor mental health and insomnia, soft!bucky, the “there was only one bed” trope lmao, eun not knowing how to write about avengers or missions :^)

word count | 425

requested by @bleu-blossom | hi babe!!! I think I’m early, but I’m excited about the blurb night and I wanted to submit a requestttttt if ur willing to accept it🥺 what about some hurt/comfort with bucky? I rlly need some comfort rn :( okey so, hear me out: bucky and reader are friends, they have feelings for each other but they didnt confess it to one another yet. maybe all the avengers are on a mission and bucky and her have to sleep together bc there’s no room, but the reader doesn’t want to sleep with him because she has been dealing with anxiety and with insomnia all on her own and nobody knew besides Tony or Steve, idk. Well, when the moment when they have to sleep together arrives and they are in bed, she just breaks down and buck has to calm her and comfort her… sending hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs to you, sweet eun!!!!! -mar

an | mar!! omgomg okay i’m so sorry this is so late but! thanks so much for sending in this request i really love writing bucky hurtcomfort so! i hope you enjoy sweet friend <3

It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine.

You’re doing your best to convince yourself that what’s about to happen is completely okay, that you can totally sleep in the same bed as Bucky without having a complete meltdown. Pacing back and forth in your pair of old t-shirt and shorts, you jump as you hear your bedmate entering from the adjacent bathroom.

“Y/n?” the man’s voice is soft, concerned. As you face away from Bucky, you try your hardest to keep your hands from shaking. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take the floor? Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve-”

“No, it’s okay,” you assure him quickly, whipping around and forcing a smile onto your face. Nodding at you, your teammate doesn’t seem convinced, but says no more as the two of you climb into the bed from either side. You tuck yourself under the scratchy sheets, blinking back tears as you gaze up at the bumpy ceiling above you.

When Bucky reaches over and switches off the lamp on his bedside table to leave the two of you in complete overwhelming darkness, you can’t help it; a pitiful whimper of anxiety sounds in your throat as a tear slips down the side of your cheek.

“Hey-” Bucky’s instantly murmuring, switching back on the light in a fraction of a second. Humiliation burns in your gut as you cover your face with your hands, letting out a quiet sob. “Y/n, sweetheart, what’s goin’ on?” A gentle hand lands on your shoulder, the large man radiating warmth as he scoots closer to you, doing all he can to keep himself from simply wrapping you up in his arms.

“I-I’m sorry, Bucky. I-… I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I-”

“Hey, shhh,” he hums his flesh hand coming up to wrap around one of your own, prying it gently from your tear-soaked face. “It’s alright, dove. No need to apologize. Just wanna help you, doll. Think you can tell me what’s on your mind?”

Swallowing hard, you exhale harshly through your nose, your mind racing to come up with some sort of believable excuse, anything to ease Bucky’s worries about you. But in the end, you know it’d be no use. As you bring your eyes up to meet his soft warm gaze, you can’t help but melt back into the pillow beneath your head, something within you breaking- a wall you worked so high to build now coming crashing down.

“Bucky,” you breathe, shaking your head. “There’s so much I need to tell you.”

[waybrights]

Okay okay okay I wish you would write another scene for the Runaway au. It can be angst or fluff or whatever but more Sasha and Marcy please :)

hehehe giving me the choice between angst and fluff could only result in hurt w a sprinkle of comfort at the end <333 anyways!!! runaways au my beloved!!! (also once again this is unedited but i rlly enjoyed writing this so i dont think there are a ton of mistakes hehe)

stupid. they were so, so, fucking stupid.

sasha didn't even know why she agreed, it had seemed like such a great idea at the time, standing next to the swing set, their swing set, marcy's shaking hands in hers, words tumbling out, a promise of safety and freedom if they just followed her plan, it had been everything sasha had ever wished for. she should've known it would go wrong as soon as she squeezed marcy's hand, nodding and giggling as they raced to their houses, only to find each other not even ten minutes later with bags slung over their shoulders, emptied of their textbooks and pens, now full of money and spare clothes.

running away had always been sasha's plan, whether it would happen when she was thirteen or twenty, she was going to run, run from her parents, from school, from everyone in church, their looks of poorly disguised disgust burning the back of her neck as she stood, hands clasps together, praying, just praying to feel normal, for once, whatever her reason, her excuse, it was her plan.

oh it all seemed to immature now.

now that marcy was sick (riddled with a fever and dizziness that meant she couldn't stand by herself) and they had nowhere to go, having to sit in the cold alley, hiding behind trash cans and stray shopping carts, all she wanted was to do what they used to, run over to anne's house and sleep over, lies pouring out of the pair just so they could stay for an extra day. but she couldn't, anne was all the way in california, over 500 miles away, whilst sasha was curled in a dingy alley, marcy's head in her lap as she tried to get her friends fever down.

it was almost comedic, how she'd gone from having a perfect life, a house and a life, to hiding behind a shitty food chain, clinging to marcy and wearing clothes she hadn't taken off in a week. a tiny laugh bubbled out of her at the thought, oh how her parents would love this, the movement of her stomach causing marcy to whimper, tightening her hold on sasha's sweater. the smile slipped off sasha's face and she placed the back of her hand to her friend's sweaty forehead, trying to keep the worry off her face as she felt the heat radiating off her.

"we have to get help soon, marbles," sasha whispered, her voice hoarse with disuse and lack of water. "we can't stay here."

marcy shifted again, blinking her eyes open and turning her head to look up at sasha. her brown eyes were glossy, but the fear was written clear as day. "no, no we can't," she replied, her words slow, "we don' have money, an' they'll jus' send us home."

sasha shook her head, bending down to press her forehead to marcy's. "you're hurt, i can't just let you stay like this," she mumbled, a lump catching in her throat. "mars you're only getting worse, you need help-"

"call anne," marcy hummed, sounding firmer than she had in a while. "or her parents, jus'... jus' no hospital..."

"are you sure? we're so far-"

"yeah," marcy nodded, the movement more of a jerk than a smooth nod. "i miss her," she added, a tiny smile appearing on her face, her eyes growing even more distant as she was sucked into a memory sasha would never know. (she tried to ignore the sinking feeling in her heart at that, of course marcy would miss anne, even after she let them go by this with out her, she just let them leave, even after all that marcy would always, always, miss anne more.)

"okay," sasha mumbled, her hands fumbling blindly for the shitty burner they'd bought a few days prior. "okay but, you have to stay awake, yeah? so you can talk to her."

"oh yeah, yeah i'll..." a shuddering breath, "i'll stay awake."

"cool," sasha replied, her attention only half on the number she was dialing - maybe if this was another time, she would be embarrassed she knew anne's number off by heart, but she didn't have time to be embarrassed, not when marcy was getting worse.

the plastic was cold against sasha's cheek, a sharp contrast to the heat on her torso and other hand, yet she couldn't even focus on that, not when the phone was ringing, once... twice... three times, with no answer. maybe anne was smart, and decided it was best to not pick up a call from a random number, after all it could always be a scam (she felt like a scam as she sat there, hair falling in matted clumps over her face and only just holding in her cries of despair).

by the fifth ring, sasha had all but given up. just as she was about to pull the phone away from her face, the ringing stopped and sasha's heart wasn't far behind. "hello?" anne's voice crackled through the phone's shitty speaker. "is anyone there?"

sasha gulped, slowly bringing the phone back to her ear, her eyes stinging as anne's voice reverberated through her head. "hellooo?" she called again and sasha could just see her face. the way her nose would wrinkle whenever one of those spam calls would come through, the roll of her eyes when someone would ask about her cars extended warranty, how a hand would come up to push her bangs out her face in annoyance. "look, i'm really sorry but i think you might have the wrong numbe-"

"annie?" sasha choked out, the name clawing out of her like a monster that had been kept in it's cage for too long.

"... sasha?" anne asked, her voice quiet, gentle, like she was talking to a feral animal. (and maybe she was.)

biting her lip to hold in her sobs, sasha took a deep breath, trying to gather her scrambled thoughts. it didn't help that marcy was weakly tapping her thigh, humming along, a song sasha vaguely recognised starting to float through the alley.

"sasha? sash is that you?"

"annie? we need help-"

[bloodgoddarlin]

Polycule AU Part V | c!Techno/Reader/Titus(OC)

Notes: no real warnings for this one, just tommy being tommy lmao. also bedrock bros. and maybe some plot things? i am Tired lmao 

Taglist: @bunnylotl @victory-is-here​  @ravennightingaleandavatempus

also thank you guys so much for 600 follows!! :D rlly means so much that you guys like my work this much :)

Tommy is a very... interesting roommate. 

As it had turned out, Tommy had made a little home just underneath the basement had for past three days had been sneaking in while you all slept and yoinked whatever he could get his hands on, much to Techno's eternal frustration.

Tommy and Techno bickered and argued constantly. It reminded you of how a younger brother would pester and annoy his older brother.

It was oddly cute, in it's own way.

Titus and Tommy get along well enough, with the former deciding that, instead of sleeping in the hobbit hole he called a home, he could sleep in the guest room instead. Tommy and Techno both vigorously disagreed, but Titus gave them both The Look and he easily won that argument.

Tommy is very, very loud, and destructive, and he ends up building a very big (and more than a little obtrusive) tower on the property. 

Techno tries and makes him pull his own weight around the house, but his efforts fall on death ears as Tommy just annoys him until he gives up.

Phil ends up building a cabin right next to Techno's, and you're happy to have him there. Phil makes the whole place look much nicer, actually! You really like it.

Other than those changes, Techno had vowed to get his revenge on L'manburg, for threatening the life of one of his lovers, imprisoning the other, attempting to wrongfully execute him, and even breaking and entering into Phil's old home.

You understand, and in fact, you're a little upset about the whole thing yourself. You thought they would just leave you be, to have your peaceful life with your lovers... But apparently you were wrong.

You think, maybe, that you've been spending too much time with Techno, listening to him rant on about anarchy and government.

So, that's what your life becomes: you and Titus help out in whatever way you can to help Techno and Phil get their revenge on L'manburg for ruining their lives, and hurting those they loved.

Tommy, on the other hand, simply wanted one thing: his discs. He wanted-- no, needed-- to get them back from Dream. No matter what it took.

Techno elects to recruit Tommy into their cause, since he was gonna be hanging around anyway. 

You will never forget the reveal of the secret vault. 

“You see this wall?” Techno asks, gesturing into the side of the mountain. He dusts some snow off a button and presses it, stepping back. 

The door clicks, sliding down and the redstone clicks and clanks, revealing a large vault with chests upon chests of materials, wither skulls lining the walls. 

You blink in shock. Beside you, you hear Titus gasp. 

Tommy screams. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” He steps backwards, the boy reeling. 

Techno only cackles, stepping inside the vault. He laugh liked a madman, ready to spill blood. 

“Welcome home, Theseus!” 

Techno refuses to have you and Titus involved in the actual battle. He wants to keep you both safe as he can, knowing that this whole operation will put a target on his back. 

That didn’t stop Titus from making a ton a special armor and tool sets, though, nor did it stop you from going on huge resource gather sprees. 

During one such resource gathering/hunting, you’re alerted by the sound of what sounding like music playing. You decide to and investigate. 

You end up finding a little hovel. It doesn’t have much. Just a bed, a couple furnaces, a chest, some light sources, a jukebox and crafting bench. 

You’re a little confused. Was someone living here? 

You check the furnace. It was empty, but still warm. 

You check the chest. There’s some items in there, but then at the bottom you can see a picture. 

You pick up the picture and look at it and... 

Was that... Titus?

You blink, looking more closely. 

It was. It was Titus and... honestly, he looked absolutely miserable. Beside him, to his left, were two other people; a man and woman. His parents, probably. 

Sitting to his right, was... that brute. The one who’d shown up with the butcher army. What had Techno called him again? Brutus? Something like that. And, just behind him, was another man. His father, maybe? 

On the back of the photo, the words, “Never forget, 11/16″. 

You tilt your head, confused. What in the world did that mean? 

You think about pocketing the photo for a moment, but suddenly, someone’s grabbed you by the hair and there’s a sword being pressed to your throat. 

“Well, well, what do we have here? A little thief?” A deep, hoarse voice asks from behind you. “And here I thought this trip would be boring.” 

You look up, and... 

Brutus is staring back at you. 

He looks a little annoyed, but mostly just amused. Like you were a toy, something for him to play with. 

You try to squirm out of his hold, but he's too strong.

Brutus laughs. “Say, you’re that human... the one that Blade and Varlerius were messin’ around with, right?” 

You glare at him. “And what of it?” 

“Jeez... you’re a feisty one, huh? That’s fun.” 

After going back and forth with him for a while, Brutus eventually ties you up with some spare rope he had, and takes you with him back to the hideout he was currently living in.

You don't see him do it, but Brutus swipes the picture when you're not looking.

Once you get to the hideout, you properly meet the other two piglin's who were there with him that day: Io and Lucius.

They were all best friends who had been together for years, and were currently working as mercenaries. 

They’d been hired by Quackity to help apprehend Techno for... way more diamonds than you’d ever seen before. 

And now, they were going to ransom you off to your boyfriend because you decided to snoop through Brutus’ stuff. 

“I’ve heard the legends. I know he’s got the cash.” Brutus says to you as he takes all your items, armor and weapons. 

(You notice Brutus look at your sword, the one Titus made for you, with a certain look on his face. Was that... jealousy?)

Well, at least they feed you. Turns out, Lucius was a good cook. You ask him why he even bothered with the mercenary crap if he can cook this good. He laughs at you.

"You're sweet, but don't think I'm gonna let you go just cause you know how to compliment a guy."

You sigh. Dammit. "Can I at least get points for trying?"

"Whatever floats your boat, gorgeous."

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Talking with Abby after MANG falls apart

Request: Yes or No

I don't rlly remember what grade they're in but I'm gonna assume they're sophomores. (Y/N) is a junior/senior.

~

You yawned softly, leaning back in your seat. You could hear the theatre kids doing their musical in the auditorium. You didn't feel like staying home alone but also didn't want to be stuck watching a musical so you borrowed your mom's keys and found her classroom. The perks of having a parent who works at your school. You continued to doodle, brows furrowing when you heard arguing in the halls. It stopped momentarily before the door slammed open, making you flinch and turn towards the door. A short redhead stood in the doorway, tears streaming down her face. She sniffled, blinking and tensing when she noticed you. An awkward moment of silence passed before you spoke.

"Hey." You greeted, sitting up and placing your sketchbook on the table. The redhead also straightened up, giving a nod.

"Sup." She sniffled again, wiping away her tears. You cleared your throat, patting the seat beside you.

"Wanna talk about it?" You asked. The room was dark since you only turned on one light. You couldn't really see her face well. The girl nodded, closing the door and speed walking towards you. She sat beside you, staring forward for a minute. She faced you, taking in a deep breath. You braced yourself.

"All my friends are mad at each other because Ginny decided to fuck Max's brother and didn't tell her. Ginny's dating Hunter and didn't tell him either so he found out that she was cheating on him. I found out before them and kept it a secret cause Maxs girlfriend, or ex girlfriend I guess, broke up with her and she didn't need to deal with that shit as well but Max found out I kept it from her and got mad at me. Ginny got mad at me cause she thought I told Max and I'm mad at Ginny for both telling her and thinking I did it. Norah's innocent in all of this but her mom kind of sucks. My parents are getting a divorce and I've had to deal with them arguing nonstop cause my friends have been too busy to hang out with me. I feel like they don't really like me. One of my friends keeps saying that I'm fat and heavy and it really hurts my feelings but I try not to show it." She rushed out, eyes watering again. She covered her face as she began to sob. "I'm Abby, by the way."

"Wow, okay.." You cleared your throat again, scratching the back of your neck.

"So, uh.. Let's break all that down. Ginny, Norah, and Max are your friends. Ginny got with Hunter but she's sleeping with Marcus, correct?" You asked. Abby nodded, lifting her head. Her face was flushed and her bottom lip quivered. You got her a tissue box and the trash bin, letting her clean herself up.

"So, it seems like Max's anger is justified. Ginny should've told Max the moment it started and she should've mentioned it to her boyfriend."

"It's basic girl code too. You don't sleep with your best friends brother." Abby scoffed, shaking her head as she attempted to fix her mascara.

"Bro code and girl code is kind of bullshit." You mumbled, shrugging lightly. You sighed, not being used to dealing with freshmen and sophomore bullshit. You knew who Max was. She was the lead in the musical and a bit obnoxious but she seemed friendly.

"So, your parents are getting a divorce and you've gotten no support from your friends." You licked your lips, frowning. Abby nodded again, gaze drifting to the floor.

"I'm sorry about that." You reached out, giving her arm a squeeze. Abby sighed softly.

"I.. I saw it coming. It sucks to hear them fight every night. I feel like everyone's gonna judge me and gossip when it comes out." Abby said softly.

"You really think you're the only teen who goes to this school with parents who don't like each other?" You gave her a gentle smile.

"Nobody's gonna give a shit. People get married and divorced all the time."

"But my friends all have amazing parents. Ginny's mom is badass and young, Max's parents are a cute couple, Norah.. Her mom is kind of a Karen but she cares a lot about Norah." Abby frowned, leaning back in her seat.

"Your parents are gonna love you, Abby. They might not love each other anymore but they do love you. It's better to have happy separated parents than parents who stay together and constantly fight." Abby gently rubbed her arms, letting out a heavy sigh.

"And someone who insults you on the regular isn't your friend." You told her, standing and picking you your sketchbook. Abby followed your movements, brows furrowing.

"Wanna get ice cream?" You asked. Abby perked up, nodding and standing. You two walked towards the door, stepping out of the classroom. You locked it, putting the keys in your pocket.

"Can.. Can I sit with you at lunch?" Abby asked nervously.

"Yeah, sure." You gave her a small smile.

Gifs aren't mine.

[mxbeezkneez]

Graveyard Companions

Chapter 2: i'm coming back from the dead, and i'll take you home with me

Link to ao3: x

Warnings: Blood, Minor Injury, Cursing

Fandoms: The Addams Family

Relationships: Gomez Addams/Morticia Addams, Gomez Addams/Morticia Addams/Reader, Gomez Addams/Reader, Morticia Addams/Reader

Tags: Vampire, Vampire Turning, Human/Vampire Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Married Couple, Blood, Polyamory, Eventual Romance, Eventual Relationship, Pre Relationship, Cursing

Summery: “I’m a vampire… a goddamn vampire,” you whisper.You wake up in the living room of a gothic house, and are told you were found unconscious in a graveyard. They claim you are a vampire. As crazy as it is, you can't help but start to trust the couple who found you.

Chapter notes: hi i'm back! i started thinking about the addams family, and well my interest in vampires didn't rlly diminish much... this chapter's pretty long, so i hope you enjoy! i apologize if my french or spanish is bad, i don't speak french, and i only speak a bit of spanish! i actually have like a whole plot n stuff planned, so i'm pretty hyped for this fic! hope u like it! :) (the title is from it's not a fashion statement, it's a fucking death wish by my chemical romance)

You wake up to a loud bang, bolting straight up out of bed. “What the hell?”

You rub your eyes before slipping out of bed. The night before feels very far away, almost unreal, but being in this room confirms your memories. You’re staying in the Addams’ house and are… a vampire. You take a slow breath before grabbing new clothing. You find a pair of black pants to match a dark sweater. While near the dresser, you look out of the room’s window. It’s dark outside, the sky a navy blue sprinkled with stars. The graveyard behind the house is illuminated by the moon shining over it.

You leave your room, deciding to try and find the living room once again. You wander through the halls before finding it. Inside you find Wednesday, the small girl, playing with a younger blond boy. She’s talking to him while holding a headless doll in her arms. You walk farther into the room, stepping on a squeaky board, alerting the children of your presence.

They both turn their heads to stare at you. You nervously chuckle.

Wednesday points at you, “That’s (y/n),” she tells the boy, “I heard father say they’re a vampire.”

“Wow really?” the boy exclaims, “Is it true? Do you drink blood?”

“Um,” you stammer, “Well, I am a vampire, but I haven’t been one very long so- no I haven’t drank any blood. Uh… what’s your name again?”

“I’m Pugsley,” he reaches over and offers his hand.

You shake it, “Well, nice to meet you Pugsley. What are you guys up to?”

“We’re playing the French Revolution,” Wednesday answers flatly.

You chuckle, “Huh. I mean I guess it was an exciting time. Who’s your doll there?” you point to the headless doll in her hands. To be honest, the beheaded doll was very unnerving, but the children themselves seemed nice enough, so you push your nerves to the side.

“Marie Antoinette” she says matter of factly.

“Oh,” you pause, “Explains the lack of head I guess.”

You stand there awkwardly for a moment, unsure of how to exit the conversation. “Do either of you know where your parents are?” you ask.

“I saw them in the dining room earlier. Uncle Fester was there, but I think he went upstairs to play with his dynomite caps,” Pugsley replies. Uncle Fester? Dynomite caps? There’s too much to unpack there, so instead you decide to find Gomez and Morticia.

“Okay, thanks.”

You head out the door, realizing you have no idea where the dining room is. You go to turn back, but the children are playing animatedly and you don’t want to interrupt, so instead you look for it yourself.

You find the dining room, and sure enough, Gomez and Mortica are seated next to each other at a long table. You walk over and take a seat near them.

“(Y/n)! How’d you sleep?” Gomez greets you.

“Like the dead,” you say flatly. A second later what you’ve said hits you and you blink slowly, “I mean, I slept well, thanks.”

“You did seem rather tired last night,” Morticia remarks, “I’m glad you got some rest.”

“Wait, did I sleep through an entire day?” you ask.

“Yes, though we did tell Lurch not to disturb you,” she answers, “We thought you needed the sleep. How are you feeling?”

“I feel…” you take a moment to survey yourself, “I feel okay. I think if anything I feel a little hungry.”

“We can get that squared away! Mama makes the best yak stew.” Gomez springs from his chair and over to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Remembering last night, you brace for a loud noise. Sure enough, once he pulls it, the house shakes as the ringing travels through the house.

“You rang,” Lurch grumbles.

“Yes Lurch, a bowl of yak stew for our guest!” Lurch groans and exits.

“Thank you,” you tell them, “You’ve both been very hospitable, I’m thankful you were the ones that found me.” You feel sincerity in that statement, you were not only grateful for their help, but another part of you has some feeling when you’re near them. You’re not sure what the feeling is, though you can confidently say you didn’t mind the couple, or hell, the weird household in general. Even if it is kooky, you can’t say you’re not charmed by their life.

Lurch comes back with a silver platter that he sets on the table. On it is a bowl of stew that he places in front of you.

“Thanks,” you say, before grabbing the spoon and looking back at the meal. Lurch takes his leave. You’re unsure about eating yak, but you are also hungry and the stew looks fairly appetizing. You take a scoop and put it in your mouth, surprised not only by the flavor of the soup, but also the feeling of chewing. It’s like you can feel your canines rip through the meat faster than before. In the time where you’ve been thinking, it’s completely slipped your mind that you probably have fangs now. That you’ve changed.

“This is- this is actually really good,” you remark.

“I told you, Mama is a culinary genius! Nothing beats her yak stew!” Gomez gleams.

You smile at Gomez. Something about him just makes you want to smile in a soft admission of admiration.

You turn your attention back to the stew, eating it quickly until there is nothing left.

“I’m glad you enjoyed Mama’s cooking,” Morticia smiles, “I’ll have to tell her you enjoyed it. It’s not very often she gets to feed guests.”

“It is very odd, usually most people never come back after eating her food… I can’t imagine why…” Gomez says with a puzzled expression on his face. You chuckle. You notice that you find yourself enjoying the Addams’ company immensely. A part of you feels sad that you will eventually have to leave.

“Ah, c'est la vie (that’s life) ,” Morticia remarks.

“Tish!” Gomez’s head swivels quickly to face her, “That’s French!” he exclaims, grabbing her arm. He begins to kiss it, from her hand to her shoulder, though is interrupted by Morticia, “Darling. We have company. Later,” she says with a sly grin. Gomez raises his head to meet her eyes, a dazed look on his face. “Later.” he remarks, before finding himself back in his seat, “So, Hester, any plans for the night?” he asks casually.

“Um…” you stutter, flustered by the show of passion from the man sitting across from you, “I- I don’t really know… I mean, I’m a vampire now so- does that mean I have to act like one too? I’ve never been in a situation like this, I don’t really know what to do,” you admit, staring at your hands. You look up towards Morticia, “Didn’t you mention you’ve known vampires before? Could you maybe help me?”

“Of course, darling.” Morticia says, “Why don’t we talk in the living room? If you’re alright with it, the children would enjoy listening, they are curious creatures.”

“Yeah, that’s alright. They asked me a question or two when I ran into them earlier. I don’t blame them for being curious,”

“Pugsley’s been very interested in nonhuman creatures lately, ever since that run in with that werewolf he’s been wanting to know more. Wednesday’s been teaching him some things, she’s always had a firm grasp on certain folklore!” Gomez said proudly.

The three of you walked to the living room and sat down, them on the couch, and you in a chair facing them. The children were still in the room, sitting on the floor. You fidget with your hands nervously. “So, do I have superpowers or anything now?” you half-heartedly joke.

“Vampires have very fast healing capabilities,” Wednesday states, “They are very difficult to kill, they must be stabbed with a stake to the heart or decapitated.”

“Very good Wednesday,” Morticia smiles.

“Huh,” you respond, “Alright, that’s not too bad.”

“There are certain weaknesses that should be mentioned, such as sunlight, garlic, crucifixes and running water.” Morticia adds.

“Wait I can’t eat garlic anymore?” you ask, “That kinda sucks, huh.”

“Well technically you can eat anything if you try hard enough,” Gomez says offhandedly.

Morticia cocks an eyebrow at him and sighs, “It’s not so much deadly, it’s more like a food allergy.”

“So I can still eat things with garlic in it?” you double check.

“As long as you aren’t a coward!” Gomez says enthusiastically.

You let out a laugh at Gomez. Wednesday is rolling her eyes, though Morticia just keeps looking at him lovingly. For a moment you forget about the obvious question hanging in the air.

“So…” you start, “I have to drink blood now?” you ask nervously.

“Yes, all vampires must ingest blood to keep themselves alive,” Morticia says, “You’ve got to be hungry by now I imagine,”

“Yeah… but I just ate.” you reply.

“You can still eat food, it just will never fill you. In order not to starve you have to drink blood.” she explains.

You look down at your shaking hands. Everything before now had felt unreal, but this? The seriousness in her voice is making everything too real for you. How could you possibly do that to someone?

“I- I don’t know if I can do that…” you voice shakes, “I mean- how… how could I?”

“Children,” Morticia addresses them, “Why don’t you go play with Uncle Fester while we talk with Hester.”

“Awwww, do we have to?” Pugsley complains.

“A vampire’s eating habits are quite personal Pugsley. I’m afraid so.”

“Alright,” he sighs and follows Wednesday out of the room.

“If you need help procuring someone, you just have to ask. Gomez and I would of course be willing to provide.”

“Provide…?”

“Bodies of course.” Gomez affirms.

“Human bodies,” you repeat, your mind reeling. You had noticed the family was quite odd, even creepy at times, but what they were offering? It sounded too close to murder. You suddenly become very aware of where you are: in a strange house with strangers. Your hands become clammy.

“Is everything alright darling?” you hear Morticia ask. Your throat swells up. You try to force words out, but nothing will leave you lips, leaving you in what is now panic. Finally something spills out, “You can’t kill people for me! You- you can’t!” you sputter out.

“Kill people?” Gomez repeats, “Why we’d bring them alive of course.”

You let out a breath, “Okay, alive. I mean- I just still don’t think I can…”

“Well I suppose there is another option,” Gomez adds.

“What? What is it?” you ask, hopeful.

“Animal blood! It doesn’t work as well, but it’ll do in a pinch.” he explains.

You perk up, “I can do that. That works.” you feel relief.

“Should we make some arrangements? The children could fetch some for tonight.” Morticia asks.

“You have been so kind, really. I would appreciate it, at least for tonight. Tomorrow I’ll work on leaving, I’ve been here long enough.”

“It’s been our pleasure,” Gomez responds, lighting a cigar, “It’s been so long since we’ve had guests.

“Well you certainly are great hosts,” you smile. Despite your situation, you’ve found yourself fairly comfortable here.

“Thank you,” Morticia says, “Now, we ought to ring for Lurch to get some blood. I’m sure the children would love to accompany him.” As she reaches for the bell, you ready yourself for the loud ring. Lurch walks in, “You rang?”

“Yes Lurch, could you gather the children and find some animal blood for our guest here?”

“Yes, Mrs. Addams,” he drawls. He leaves the room in search of the children. A quiet silence falls over the room. Deciding to strike up conversation, you pipe up a question, “So, when did you two meet?”

“Oh, on the best day of my life,” Gomez grins proudly,

“We met at a funeral,” Mortica explains, “It was a lovely day. Grey clouds filled the sky, thunder rolling in the distance.”

“Oh cara mia, I remember it like it was yesterday, our eyes meeting over the coffin,” Gomez starts, “I swear the whole funeral party had to be half as enchanted with you as I had been.” You notice the two of them becoming more enveloped in their memories of each other. You can’t help but smile at how truly in love they are, even if that love meant that you would sit there awkwardly wondering if they were going to just make out in front of you.

“Oh mon cher, you are as charming as you were back then.”

Gomez’s eyes dart up, “Tish! That’s French!” He grabs her arm and starts kissing it.

“Gomez darling,” she warns, “Later.”

He looks up dazed, “Oh yes, our guest. Where were we?” he asks.

“I think you’ve answered my question,” you smile awkwardly.

“Do you have anyone special back home?” Morticia asks politely.

“Well…” you begin to explain“There is this one guy, my roomate, I guess… but I don’t think he likes me like that.” you explain.

“Tiene que estar loco si no le gusta, eres muy guapo. (He must be crazy if he doesn’t like you, you are very handsome.) ” Gomez comments under his breath. You feel your face heat up. He must not know you speak Spanish, judging by how offhandedly he said it. You look over to Morticia who nods ever so slightly, making you even more flustered.

“Uh… gracias, pero… sabes que hablo Español, sí? (Uh… thank you, but… you know I can speak Spanish, yes?) ” you ask. Gomez’s hand, which was placed on Morticia’s knee, now grips it somewhat tightly. Morticia looks over to him in curiosity. His face seems flushed.

“¿Comprendes lo que yo digo? (You understand what I’m saying?) ” he asks tentatively.

“Sí, aprendí a hablar en Español en la escuela. (Yes, I learned to speak in Spanish in school.) ”

“Oh,” a breath leaves his mouth. His eyes keep darting back and forth like he doesn’t know what to do. You can tell his weight has registered onto the balls of his chair like he is about to leap off his seat, but something is keeping him grounded. You look back at Morticia, who seems about as intrigued as you. A heavy silence fell over the room as everyone sat on edge.

Breaking the awkward scene, Lurch walks in with heavy footsteps holding a platter, “Your blood.”

He sets the platter down on the table, removing the lid. On the platter is a wine glass with a dark red liquid in it. As soon as you see the glass you can smell it, the blood. Rather than smelling rancid, the metallic scent smelled like everything you could ever want. You quickly grab the glass with both hands and hold it up to your lips, gulping down the liquid. The taste of it floods your mouth, though some of it dribbles down to your chin as you frantically consume it. You drink the last drop and set down the glass, looking up.

“Shit,” you curse under your breath. You wipe off your chin with the back of your sleeve. “Sorry, I- I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s quite alright,” Morticia affirms, “You’ve just been turned, I’m surprised you’ve gone this long without blood… well I guess there was last night.” You wince at the mention of that encounter. Trying to change the subject, you ask, “What happens if I can’t get blood?”

“Well, either you go to any length to get it out of pure hunger, or if you don’t, you die,” Morticia explains, “So it’s best you feed regularly.”

“So is that why I…” you try to think of a way to phrase it, “Why I don’t feel much restraint when I see blood?”

“Yes, though you’ll get more constraint as it goes on.”

“Oh, okay. By the way, I’m not keeping you up, am I? It has to be pretty late. I mean, I guess I’m already a night owl, so this isn’t too unusual for me, but you two probably should sleep, right?” you ask.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to get some sleep. Perhaps tomorrow if you plan on leaving, we can help you get back?” she asks.

“Yeah, that’d be great. And of course, go get some sleep. I’ll just hang out for a bit.” you say, putting on a small smile.

“Alright, good night then,” Mortica says.

“Goodnight Hester.” Gomez says.

“Goodnight.”

You stay in the living room much longer after they leave, lost in your thoughts. The weight of your new life- or death has started to sink in. Your mind drifts to drinking the blood earlier. The feeling of it had been great, though immediately after your chest felt heavy. You don’t suppose it has anything to do with your newfound changes. No, instead you recognize the feeling as the weight of your guilt.

You can’t help but wonder what kind of creature feeds off the life force of others. You try to reason with yourself by saying it’s like eating animals, yet you can’t accept the notion. This had felt different. Looking back to having Morticia’s blood makes your face flush, but you can’t also help but notice the difference from tonight. While the animal blood was good, and mostly filling, Morticia’s blood, human blood, brought a type of euphoria.

You didn’t need Morticia to spell it out for you. Using animal blood works as a substitute, but you know deep down you are now meant to feed on humans. The realization hits you as you think that. You are no longer human. On this thought your heart aches. What does this make you. Confused? Scared? Yes, those both applied. You feel lost.

You feel anxious thinking about going home tomorrow. Going home means it’s real. It means you have to face your roommate who you’re in love with and somehow not let him know you’re a vampire. You let out a huff. God, how are you supposed to do this? You take a small amount of solace knowing you have the Addam’s help. You’re glad they’ll help you get back home, you don’t think you could do it alone. You know even if you never speak to them again, their impact will be left on you forever.

You get up off the couch, deciding to go to sleep. You trudge to your room and plop onto the bed with a sigh. Eventually you drift off to sleep.

[eatfishies]

champagne problems

summary: “Your mom’s ring in your pocket, my picture in your wallet, your heart was glass, I dropped it. Champagne problems.” note: features time skip! kageyama. all characters in the present timeline is 21+. slight spoilers from the manga. fem! reader. she/her pronouns. song: champagne problems by taylor swift word count: 1,800 words warnings: alchohol use genre: angst arthie’s note: a fic for the capricorn baby ~~ happy birthday kags!! initially i didn’t plan this out however i’ve been listening to taylor’s new album on repeat and one of my favs from her album is the song “champagne problems” hence the title *wink wink* anyways, this is rlly sad and i hope all of you like this as much as i like writing it hehe ~~ ♡(｡- ω -) ↳ main masterlist ⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆ Hugging herself tightly, clutching onto the thick jacket to shield herself from the chilliness, watching as the pearly white snow cascade onto the wooden floor, evaporating into liquid. “Y/n?” He calls out making her head turned, gazing at him fondly. He walked towards her, handing a glass of champagne which she thanked for the gesture. They both indulged in the alcoholic drink as they watch the snowfield scenery before them. It was Christmas Eve and they just had gone and celebrate Kageyama’s 24th birthday. After bidding farewells to their guests, the couple took the time to unwind outside their rented vacation home, sitting atop of the snowy mountain. Kageyama had insisted to stay here for a few weeks until Christmas or possibly till New Year’s. Now that they had the house all to themselves, he couldn’t help but feel more anxious as time goes by, side-eyeing his lover who seemed to be immersed on admiring the beautiful frosty landscape from a distance.

He had memorized the details of his properly thought-out plan, wishing all of his luck that nothing ruins it. God, knows how long he spent dwelling over it and fretting about the worst possible outcomes that could come out of this. However, his friends had reassured him multiple times that it would go as smoothly as he hopes it to be. Feeling the presence beside him made him fully aware of how in awe he is with her, his ethereal partner who is ever-so kind, thoughtful, supportive, patient and understanding of every part of him. She even knows how to manage his short-temper and often gives him space whenever he needed it. Looking back on their relationship definitely confirmed of how utterly in love he is with her. Shaking his head, quickly diminishing any thoughts that would turn into a session of overthinking— he gently intertwines their fingers together, the cold emitting off of her as she blinks at him innocently. “Babe, are you okay?” She asked, concerned underneath her tired, soft voice. He gave her a small smile, gripping her hand to assure her, “I just feel lucky to have you.” That caused her to broke into fits of laughter, he furrowed his brows. “What’s so funny about me confessing what I truly feel?” She can hear the tiny hurt evident in his voice. She cooed, caressing his cheek, “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just.. so weird of you to suddenly make a proclaim that you love me when you’re usually so standoffish.” He averted his gaze, pondering over her words. Quickly sensing that he might go into overthinking mode, she held his face, staring into his crystal azure eyes. “Kageyama Tobio.” She started off, watching him gape at her. “You are the most loving person ever. It doesn’t matter that you don’t often express your emotions but your actions speaks louder than those words. So please, don’t be sadden over what I said. It’s a part of you that made me love you and I don’t mind that at all. In fact; I love every single thing about you.” Hearing those affirmations made his heart sparked with elation, gingerly bringing their faces close as he tasted her lips that escalated into something more as he drowns himself in her love with the tang of champagne filling up his mouth every time he kissed her. He’s so desperately, maddeningly, in love with her. ⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆ The bright sun peeked beneath the curtains, signalling them to wake and start their day. He awoken to a pair of arms wrapped around him, soft breathing from his lover as she sleeps peacefully. He smiled, gleeful of her declaration and what the future has in store for the both of them. Carefully removing himself from her embrace, he walked towards the kitchen, preparing them both breakfast before heading out. They took the train to visit their families, beaming at everyone and its cheerful atmosphere that makes him feel warm. He recalls the moment he told his family about his “plan”, they were all thrilled and couldn’t wait to hear the news. Her family had been delighted as well, noting that they were both good for each other and is a perfect couple. Knowing that he has permission to make his move, he feels himself getting more eager to execute his plan. The reunion with families had left him content and all of the anxiousness is slowly dissipating away as they strolled around the park, stopping at the middle where a massive Christmas tree was placed, decorated with glimmering ornaments and festive lights all around. It makes the ambience more fitting with what he’s about to do. Throughout the entire day, he had observed his partner, imprinting her facial expressions into his mind and the way she communicates. Kageyama has always been observant— he just paid extra attention to his lover than anything else (except volleyball). He knew she is the one when she didn’t fuss or get annoyed with his obsession over volleyball even if his career comes first, she never minded and persuaded him to go follow his dreams. He reciprocated that with her too; often checking on her to make sure that she doesn’t overwork herself and celebrated every milestone and promotions she achieved. He knew how important it is to her for her ambitions to come first; they’re both alike yet different in many ways which makes them work well together. Her eyes gazes at the bright lights, awe of the stunning decorations. He fidgets with the box inside his coat pocket, biting his lip as he tries to shake off the anxiety bubbling in the pit of his stomach. With his heart hammering against his chest, he bent down to one knee and pulls the box out of his pocket. Noticing his actions, she widened at the sight of him. He opens the box, revealing a dazzling gold ring. She covers her mouth, stunned. He exhaled, staring at her with so much honesty and love. “Y/n… we’ve been together for the past couple of years. You’ve stuck with me even through all the highs and lows. You comforted me during hard times and knows how to deal with my sensitive yet childish behaviours. You never once doubted my love for you and supported me through all of my endeavours. You were never upset with how ambitious I am for volleyball and always cheer for me throughout every game I’ve had. You made me the happiest person alive and God knows how much I love you with all my heart. I’m never one to rightfully express what I truly feel therefore here I am, pouring all of my feelings for you. With that being said, will you marry me?” Tears prickled on her eyes as she stared at the man whom she knew she loved… yet she doesn’t feel right by saying yes. With a shaky breath, she solemnly responds. “No.” Shocked upon her answer, he looked up at her in disbelief. Hurt plastered all across his face as he slowly stood up. He inched closer, “What do you mean… no?” He whispered, his voice brittle due to her statement as he can feel the void inside his chest. Breaking off the gaze, she closed her eyes shut. “I’m sorry Tobio but.. no. I can’t. I’m not ready for it.” She admitted, scared of his reaction as she gripped her jacket tightly. “I— you could’ve just told me. I would wait for you and—“ “No. Tobio just.. please don’t make this harder than it already is.” She cuts him off. “I’m sorry but I can never see myself being tied to someone.” He can feel the ache in his heart, “Even me?” He asked painfully. Finally opening her eyes, she nodded sullenly. “Yes.”  She gently holds his face, pulling him into a chaste kiss. “Goodbye, Tobio. I’m sorry.” With that, he lets her hand fall just like how she lets his heart shatter against the floor, as she disappears into the sea of strangers. The crowds bustling around him as he feel his heart broke into a thousand pieces. The ringing of his phone startled him from his stupor, he answered it without needing to check. “Mom.. she said no.” He breaks the news forlornly, allowing the tears that he held back stream down his cheeks as his chest ache dreadfully. The night had never seemed so dull for him as he lies his head against the train window, watching the constellations dim from blazing so brightly. He cried and cried until he couldn’t. He didn’t care if anybody stared at him sympathetically, all he knew and felt on this somber night is heartbreak, swallowing him whole as her crestfallen response plays in his head over and over again. He can tell from the moment he stepped inside their once-shared house that she had left and brought all of her belongings with her. Officially leaving him to wallow in his own sorrow. The box which the ring sits prettily at is tossed aside, he considers burning it or throwing it away but decided against it as the ring belongs to his mother whom got engaged with the said band.  A picture of her grinning happily as the wind blows her hair is tucked safely in his wallet, he glared at the memory before casting it into the fire, watching it burn and turn into dust. From that night— he closed himself off from everyone nor did he ever catch a sight of her again. It was as if she had vanished into thin air or perhaps she moved to a new country. He stored away all of the memories they had with each other into the back of his mind, never wanting to relive it. Years had flew by and he not once got an answer or a hint as to why she had so readily rejected his proposal. He long accepted their fate and the love they once shared was nothing but a memory of the past. She was just a stranger he used to loved. As he makes his way towards the figure standing in front of him, he smiled and bent down, reenacting the bitter scene yet again. His new lover sobbed happily as she joyfully accepted his proposal. Her picture in his wallet as he slips the ring onto her dainty finger, noting her wide grin. Little did he knew— his past lover is observing the scene from afar, smiling sadly at the exchange. She sighed, knowing that she deserved to be hated for what she did as she walks away, wishing them nothing but the best for their future.  Maybe someday, she can tell the tale of someone who was dear to her to her grandchildren and to never make the same mistake as she did. 

[pixie-cocaine]

ATEEZ Reaction To: their baby having a nightmare

Hiii, can I request an ateez reaction to their two year old getting out of their crib and waking them up because they had a nightmare?

Songs Listened To: Hello? - Clairo, Vibin’ Out With ((( O ))) - FKJ, Honeypie - JAWNY, asphyxia - Cö Shue Nie, UN Village - BAEKHYUN, Breathe - UMI, Easy - DaniLeigh, Long Flight - TAEYONG, Remaining Star - TAEIL, Light - ATEEZ

A/N: I'm gonna assume you mean like, single dad shit

Hongjoong ♡:

• ohhhhh papa Joong ;(

• would almost piss his pants when he opened his eyes and was suddenly face-to-face to two big brown eyes and tear-stained cheeks

• but would immediately jump into papa bear mode when he finally registered what was going on

• he'd scoop up his baby and check any signs for injury, and when he was sure they weren't hurt, he'd begin to bounce them up and down on his leg as he rubbed circles on their back, cooing slightly as to not spook them than they already were

• "Hush, you're okay now, toots"

• 'toots' was his favorite nickname for his baby

• would ask what happened

• if his baby started to just blab, he'd shush them and begin telling them a bedtime story

• would end up sleeping next to his baby UwU

Seonghwa ♡:

• he'd honestly be so calm and tender (like usual but still)

• felt like he was dreaming still when he felt the teeny little hands of his baby tap his forehead and saw their sad droopy eyes, but when he realized he could blink, he'd frown and sit up

• "What's wrong, baby?"

• very soft grip as he lifted them into his lap and held them at arm's length even as they made grabby hands so he could see their face

• "Ba-ad...," Their hiccups would break his heart omfg I'm gonna cry

• "Bad what?"

• "Dream. Bad dream, appa"

• soft hums as he rocked back and forth with the small infant in his arms

• Once they fell asleep to his singing, he'd go put them back into their crib before kissing them goodnight

Yunho ♡:

• would panic as soon as he heard the small little sobs coming from his right, he knew it was his kid even while half-asleep

• would cup their face and try and calm them down as much as possible with little “Hey, shh”, and “It’s ok”s

• if that didn’t work, he’d eventually resort to trying to make them laugh

• something tells me he just doesn’t know how to deal with crying babies lmao

• he just can’t read their signs well unless they can at least communicate a bit

• he’ll catch on if it’s something as obvious as a nightmare tho

• “Oh, was it a bad dream?”

• frantic nodding would be his answer and he would hum before offering reassurance

• “It’s ok, appa’s here”

• carry them to their crib and watch over them until they fall asleep

Yeosang ♡:

• really confused at first

• “Woah, what’s wrong?” in a really sleepy voice

• after a minute of his baby just making garbled noises and pointing repeatedly to the hall, he’d begin to put the pieces together

• would get up and encourage his baby to show him what they saw

• holds their hands as they waddle beside him

• “Bad,” they’d mumble from the doorway, watching as Yeosang went to stand in the middle of the room and dramatized shock

• “Oh no! It looks like there’s a bunch of bad energy in here, huh?”

• gestured for his babe to come over and take place between his crouched legs as he took their hands in his

• “Ready? On the count of three, we’re gonna banish all of the meanies, ok?”

• “Uh-huh”

• “One, two, three!” 

• jerked both their hands out in a little push motion

• stood in the doorway once he put his baby to sleep and made sure they were fine

I’m sorry I just think Yeosang and a baby would be so cute UwU

San ♡:

• he was literally vibing in his deep ass sleep and then BAM

• “A-appa!”

• shot up like he just had an acid reflex

• would be checking his baby everywhere to make sure they didn’t hurt themselves getting out of their crib

• he’s very protective of his little one ;(

• spent a second situating them in his lap, but then he’d begin to give them a little pep talk

•  his voice would be hella soft bro I'm crYING

• would let them sleep on the other side of his bed with they didn’t wanna go back to their crib UwU

Mingi ♡:

• literally a crybaby when it comes to his kid lmao

• instant :o when he opens his eyes to his lil teary-eyed infant ;(

• pulls them into a big hug and rubs his face over their cheeks so they calm down and begin to laugh at his show of affection 

• just cooing and spouting gibberish because he wants nothing but to make his baby feel ok (I'm literally on the verge of tears)

• once they're all giggly and fine to speak without more than a few hiccups, he’ll give them a bunch of kisses before asking if they’re ok to go back to sleep

• ends up sleeping on the floor next to their crib ;(

Wooyoung ♡:

• kinda stares blankly at the ceiling and takes a minute to realize that yes, that's his kid crying and patting his shoulder

• kinda just sticks his arm out to pull his baby in the bed completely, then holds them to his chest and snuggles them

• mumbles comforting words into their hair while pecking their forehead and throwing the covers over their body as well

• baby calms down relatively quickly because like, snuggles from papa Woo is the shit, it’d calm anybody down lbr

• and they eventually fall back to sleep UwU

Jongho ♡:

• big baby small baby UwU

• now listen, just like Woo, Jongho gives fucking fantastic hugs

• He’s literally a mini bear

• and something tells me that his kid would be rlly skittish, so they’d have nightmares often and just need hugs from their dad

• so when his bb climbs over him and starts slapping his face, he’d open his arms and let them lie on his chest like usual

• man that thought is so cute ;(

• after a minute of cuddows, he’d carry them back to their room, sing them a lullaby, and them kiss them goodnightie