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obsessedwrhys · 5 months ago

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THE PAIN OF PRETENDING

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Where your relationship with Abby is hidden because of your religious parents. Heartbreaking angst, some fluff, mention of intimacy but no doing it, religious things (reader's religion is not specified dw), homophobia, reader has religious trauma (only real ones know 😔), this could be triggering for some, reader has mommy issues/ is a mommy's girl, reader will go through character growth (whoop whoop!!). reader is fem!!!

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How you found yourself curled up on the sofa was perpetual. Same frown, same feeling. It just seems like the cycle never ends. You wonder how many more days can you tolerate this pattern of lifestyle.

This lifestyle of living in fear.

Soon you snap out of your worries once you hear the door open. The person you've been waiting for finally coming in.

"Hey babe" Your girlfriend, Abby flashes you a sweet smile. You don't say anything but watch as she puts away her bag, then taking off the rest of her equipments and placing it on the table.

"How did it go with your parents?" She asks. The very topic you were hoping she would have forgotten about after a day of patrol.

"... oh... you know..." You chuckle anxiously but almost instantly she knew something was off by your tone. She's dated you long enough to know when you're tensed.

She approaches you and every step she took was making you even more nervous. Once she was close enough, she kneels down in front of you with her hand placed gently on your lap. Her palm grasping your thigh.

"You did talk to them right? About us?" She asks, the way she's talking so softly to you was making the guilt swallowing you whole.

Because of that, you chose to stay quiet.

Seeing your lack of an answer, she sighs with her other hand pinching the bridge of her nose. Almost like an attempt to convince herself to be patient with you.

"Did you or did you not?" She looks up at you and your hands couldn't help but scratch at each other due to the nerves getting to you.

"... I didn't..." You finally said. She looks at you, a mix of disappointment and empathy on her face.

Maybe if this was the first time she'd forgive you.

But it's been a year that you've been trying to come out to your parents.

It's like everytime you gain the courage to confront them about it. Their faces always made you feel so small.

"You promised me you would (Y/N)..." She said and you could tell from her reaction that she was also getting tired of this.

Tired of having to pretend.

Pretending like she doesn't wanna kiss you in public.

To hold you.

To show everyone that you're hers and she's yours.

Yet she can only be known as your friend.

"I know... but they were just so happy about reaching the goal of the fundraiser and I didn't want to ruin that moment for them"

"What about you? Do you not want to be happy??"

"That's different"

"How is that different? Are you happy constantly having to deal with your parents setting you up with guys you don't even like? Or do you actually like that shit??"

"Of course not!!"

"Then just tell them!"

"It's not that fucking easy Abby! They have people that look up to their teachings. Do you have any idea the amount of damage I could do to their lifetime of work?"

"We live in a world with flesh eating zombies. I'm sure they'll survive having their reputation tainted for having a gay daughter" She gets up and you stare at her standing form. Somehow her perspective of the situation made you feel better.

You look down at your pendant, the one your parents had gifted you since you were a child. You still remember the very words they've swore to you, to always have your soul be on the right path in life.

"I'm sorry" You apologised and she turns to look at you. It pained her to see yourself looking like a wounded dog. She let's out a defeated sigh while she reaches to rub both your arms soothingly.

"Let's deal with this tomorrow... hm?" She then leaned in to nuzzle her face into the crook of your neck as she slowly pushes you down on the sofa.

You didn't notice you were smiling when Abby made herself comfortable on top of you. Her arms wrapped securely around your waist and you couldn't resist but run your fingers across her biceps. She hums at the delicacy of your touch.

"I'm so sorry..." You muttered.

"Tomorrow... please..." She lifts up her head and got inches closer to you until she's kissing you on the lips.

Just like that, the next day came. Since you had nothing to do that day, you decided to spend some time with Abby. Which is how you found yourself playing at the field inside the headquarters. You laughed as you took the frisbee from Alice's mouth before throwing it again. Abby was simply sitting on the grass a feet away, her face full of adoration as she watches you play.

Just seeing you smile was enough to brighten up her mood.

The feeling always felt so magical.

"Wowow— calm down girl" You chuckled when Alice nearly knocked you off balance when asking for more head pats. After giving her her deserved pats, you threw the frisbee and she ran after it without hesitation.

You watched her go with a smile on your face and soon your eyes trailed to where Abby is rested but you've already caught her staring first. You had to admit, you felt both embarrassed and cocky when you saw the way she was looking at you.

"Is my hair bad or something?" You asked but she simply tilt her head with a humoured smirk.

"Your hair can be a total mess and you'd still look like a model on the cover of a magazine" She said and her flattery made you snort.

"Liar"

"Oh? You want me to prove it to you?" She chuckles mischievously as she began approaching you and the sight of her coming after you made your first instincts to run.

"ATTACK HER ALICE!!" You ordered but Alice was too busy chewing on the toy to even care.

Damn dog.

"STOP IT ABBY!!"

"C'mere!"

Soon you found yourself cornered and you let out an annoyed whine while she couldn't help but laugh at your dismay. Once you were trapped, she stepped closer to shorten the distance between you two.

Eventually the pout on your face was gone the second she enveloped you in her arms, you chuckled uncontrollably at the touch of her lips smooching your collarbone slowly up to your jaw. You smiled when she gently grabbed you by the chin to have you face her.

"I don't think I say this enough but I love you. I mean it" She caresses your cheek and you didn't know how to respond but to kiss her.

It was a gentle kiss at first, tender and tentative, as if she was treating you like you were fragile glass. But soon the sweetness of the kiss transcended to something desperate. Her hand moving down to your waist to pull you closer than you were. Her forceful act made you yelp as your hands fell to the back of her neck.

"Fuck..." She sighs, her eyes half lidded from the heat of the moment.

"Are you sure she's out here?" What felt like a thunder struck. You immediately part away from Abby's grip when the sound of your mother's voice could be heard from afar.

"Yeah, I saw her leaving with Abs just now... Well, there she is" Nora stands with her hand on her hip as your mother's face lit up at the sight of you.

"Oh there's my sunshine!"

"Hey mom..." You greeted her back.

You were too focused on trying to act normal that you failed to realise the discomfort in Abby's eyes as she awkwardly rubs her neck, but she soon covers it up with a forced smile when your mother turned to greet her.

"And Abby! It's good to see you!"

"Haha... sure is auntie"

"Well I hope you don't mind if I steal my little sunshine from you. I need her to help me set up tonight's celebration. We managed to raise up enough resources to build our very own temple to worship. Oh! You should definitely come! Dinner will be delicious" Your mother said while waving at you to stand at her side... and you did just that. It was like she had this power over you.

You might as well be her puppet on a string.

"Sure, I don't really have anything to do" Abby responded but the smile on her face fades a bit when she turned to look at you.

Your brows were slightly narrowed as you had your head lowered. Just seconds ago you were both kissing and now she felt like a total stranger to you. But how could she blame you? You never wanted any of this.

"Oh you're such a sweet girl and a good friend to my daughter. If only you weren't so bulk you'd find yourself a fine man who'd take care of you" Your mother said and it took every muscle in Abby's body not to react to her words.

"Hm... yeah" Abby replied. Her jaw clenches as she grinds her teeth to try to ease the burn in her chest.

"Well let's go, we have a lot to prepare" Your mother shoos you and you shoot Abby an apologetic look before getting dragged away.

The moment you were gone, she let's out a sigh while running her hands across her face and then letting it rest there. Her eyes were completely shut in order to put her entire focus on not being upset at you or anyone.

"You cool?" Nora spoke up but Abby didn't bother looking at her.

"Uh-huh" Abby replied with her voice muffled from her hands covering her face.

It was soon the night of the celebration. Pretty much everyone was invited to it. You were dressed formally and forced to greet every guest. It just seems like to your parents that having a child also means having a servant. You were greeting people until someone caught your eye.

A wave of relief washed over you when you saw Abby approaching you and also being the last guest you'll have to say hi to for the night. She smiles when she sees your face finally easing up at the sight of her.

"Tired of playing the perfect daughter?" She jokes and you smack her playfully on the chest.

"Shut up.." You said and just as she's gonna wrap her hands around your waist. You stepped back, nodding at the crowd not far away.

It's not that anyone really cared if someone was gay.

It was more like if YOU were gay.

Because you can bet your ass that they'll come running to your parents to spread the hot gossip. It's like they have everyone as their pal and gals here.

"Right... can you show me where the food is? I'm starving" She said.

Cue to the both of you now in the kitchen where you're standing with your plate in hand. This might be the only time you get some privacy together.

"Mmm~" Abby hums as she happily ate the food. You chuckled when you saw how much she was enjoying herself.

"I'm starting to think you came to the celebration for the food"

"Isn't that the point of celebrations? To celebrate?" She looks at you while still munching on the chicken meat. You shake your head with a laugh.

"I forgot to say, your parents really made you look like eye candy" She said pointing out the dress you had on you. You look away feeling a bit embarrassed. This wasn't really your style but you didn't have much of a say in it.

"They're still trying to find me a 'boyfriend' so it's expected" You said as you began stabbing at your chicken with the fork. Abby notices and she had to admit it was painful to hear those words from your mouth. As a matter of fact, it was beginning to make her feel uneasy.

"But... I'm your boyfriend right?" She said and you laughed thinking she was joking but when you looked up and saw the seriousness in her eyes. The smile on your face dropped instantly.

"Oh... of course. This is what they want, not me. To be honest I really want to sneak off to my room right now" You said but you knew the lecture that would come if you did.

It's either gonna be words like "You're the host's daughter so go be a host!" Or "Why are you hiding in your room instead of socialising with people!" Honestly you can't choose.

"Then let's go... there's nobody stopping you" She said and you could see the mischief in her eyes. Guilty enough you grinned.

"Fine but if we get caught I'm gonna jump out the window"

Now you're in your room, the two of you laying down as you decided to cuddle. Honestly at this point you might fall asleep from how relaxing it felt. Your lips formed a smile when you could feel Abby running her hands through your hair or just touching it in general.

"You're gorgeous..." She uttered and from her tone you can hear the genuine love she had for you. If you asked her to take on a whole pack of infected she'll literally do it.

She'll do anything for you and yet...

You can't even do the same.

You can't even tell your parents that you're in love with her...

You're too much of a pussy to do it.

"You alright?" Abby rubs her thumb on your hand that you didn't realise was clenched into a fist. You quickly loosen your grip once you did.

"Sorry I was thinking" You said.

"About?" She looks at you, waiting for your answer that took you a while to give to her.

"I just feel awful that I keep leaving you in the dark with things... I'm too afraid of how my parents will react if I told them I was dating a girl" You said, nuzzling closer into her embrace. She hums in acknowledgement as she cups the side of your face.

"I'm pretty sure they'll freak out more about the fact I'm so muscular. Your dad can't even look me in the eye"

"I..." You stare at her, speechless.

She must have taken what your mother said to heart.

Fuck if you didn't realise you were hurting her, you were hurting her even more by letting this go on.

"I'm so sorry Abs"

"Shhh... it doesn't matter. I'll endure all of this, anything it takes to finally have my happy ending with you" She smiles softly down at you.

You really don't deserve her...

Suddenly there's a knock on the door and the sound itself was enough to have you both jump out of your bed in a hurry. Quickly you checked your reflection on the mirror to fix your appearance while Abby went to find something to busy herself with. The knock on the door continues, growing louder each time until you finally open it, finding your father at the door.

"Hey dad" You said, forcing the most genuine smile you could.

He doesn't say anything but stare at Abby who's back is turned to you, her focus on the collection of toys you've collected. He stared at her for an unsettling long 10 seconds before looking back at you, a faint smile on his face.

"Your mother and I want you to meet someone" He said and you tilt your head.

"Oh? Uh okay..." You responded and it took every strength in your body not to turn around to look at Abby as you're forced to leave your room.

Alone in your bedroom, Abby let out a long sigh as she rests both her palms on the table. Her eyes shut close after the close call. Moments like these seem to never get old.

It always leaves her feeling tensed each time.

After a minute, she was done calming herself down, she hopped herself off the table. But before she left, she walked near the window that had a whole view of the backyard. The same unsettling feeling she had earlier in the kitchen slowly crawled it's way back into her chest as she caught glimpses of you talking to a boy, both of your parents standing by your sides.

It wasn't the fact that you talking to a boy was irritating her, but the sight of you smiling and LAUGHING. That was what settled the score.

Without even realising, she began breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Is she childish for feeling like this? Being jealous? She can't even flirt with you in public and this guy who you just knew for a minute is now trying to hook up with you, in front of your fucking parents!!

Fed up and needing to get away from all of this, she left your room while making sure to slam the door shut. Several guests looking at her in concern when she made her way through.

After what felt like hours of chatting with people, you began to feel your face hurt from the constant talking and smiling. So the second the party was over, you were glad to have the privilege to change back into your normal clothes. To be honest the itch of the dress was killing you the entire night.

You laid on your bed and it was then you realised you haven't seen Abby ever since. Maybe she left early? Even if she did, you still felt bad for leaving her at that state. She must have felt so alone. You hurt just by the thought of it so you grabbed your stuff, being as quiet as possible when sneaking out.

It's not your first time sneaking out so it wasn't that hard.

After all, strict parents always raised the most rebellious kids.

By the time you were done sneaking past several people and making it to Abby's room, you knocked it a few times and waited for her to answer but she doesn't. Confused, you knocked again but before your fist could make contact with the door. It opened. You froze as you looked to see Abby staring at you, her brows were narrowed and the way she glared at you, you could tell she was pissed off.

It actually made you feel upset.

You don't know exactly what you did wrong but you just knew that you did.

That was until you noticed the dried tears in the corner of her eyes.

"Have you been—?" You hesitantly point at her eyes and for a glimpse second, her eyes widened but she was quick to rub her eye and cover it up.

"It's an itch.... What the hell are you doing here?" She said, quickly changing the topic.

"I wanted to see you" You smiled a bit, not sure if this is even the right time to act all affectionate and sweet.

"Oh..." Her tone was almost like she was mocking you. She then looked down the hallway left and right before letting you in.

While Abby closed the door, you felt uncomfortable being in the room. It wasn't the same comfort you would feel after a whole day of pretending to be the perfect daughter. Somehow it just drained you the very same. You looked at Abby when you heard her sit down on her bed, not caring the least about your presence.

Yeah there's definitely something going on.

And you're not the type to beat around the bush for it.

"Did I do something wrong?" You asked, straight to the point. She doesn't look up at you but her grip around her book tightened vaguely.

"I don't know. Did you?" She asks.

Oh great... she's in her mood again...

"If you're mad at me for leaving you in my room. I'm sorry... but that's the reason why I'm here, to make it up to you" You looked at her, hoping she would give you the basic respect of LOOKING at you when talking.

"Mhm..." She responded.

Fuck... it feels like your head is about to explode.

"Can you fucking talk to me instead of doing that whole shit? I fucking hate it when you do that"

"Then don't talk to me" She looks at you, finally.

You stare back at her with a look of disbelief before letting out a scoff as you roll your eyes.

"The door's that way" She pointed and that was the last straw.

"Don't— Don't you fucking treat me like that!" You raised your voice and she chuckles amusingly to herself.

"What? Did your boyfriend at the party treat you better?" She said, her words left you startled.

"What the fuck?" You blurted out.

Is that what she's so pissed about?

"Is that what you're mad at me for?" Suddenly it was like a whole new rage washed over your face. It didn't make it better with a storm brewing just outside.

"He's my FUCKING COUSIN YOU IGNORANT PIECE OF SHIT!! HE TRAVELLED ALL THE WAY FROM SPOKANE TO GET HERE!!" You yelled that you could feel your face burn up completely.

"And you expect me to just take your word for it?" She got up, standing in front of you.

"I'm starting to think you don't want to come out!! You love the attention don't you?!! DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME?!! Or am I just one of your experiments??"

"Of course I do!! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!"

"But??? I fucking yearn for you (Y/N)!! Every fucking second I'm with you in public. I can't even hold you or kiss you!! Do you know how much it sucks being treated like I'm nothing to you?!!" She said and you could see the tears pour out of her eyes.

"If you love me then why do you still let this shit go on? Are you more scared of losing your image or me? You pick" She returned to her bed, her head lowered as she doesn't want you to look at her crying.

You stare at her, unable to make up the right mind. Suddenly a thunder struck and rain began to pour down heavily. You sigh.

There's no way that a bunch of infected is easier dealt with than this right now.

Your mom's gonna kill you...

"...I'll talk to them tomorrow" You said and she looks at you. Honestly now you're just standing in the middle of the room not sure whether if you should join her in bed after that heated argument.

"C'mere" She said, her arms spread and you stare at her... before completely breaking into tears. You walk over to her which she doesn't waste a second to hold you close.

You placed kisses on her cheek as you muttered the word 'sorry' over and over again. Even when she shakes her head telling you it's fine, you simply ignored her and placed your head on top of hers as you continued on apologising.

Not just for this moment now but for every other time you've made broken promises to her.

It was the next day, all the crying last night left you completely numb. You've never felt like such a piece of shit before. Seeing how Abby is still asleep, you decided not to wake her up and just go wash yourself up. Once you were done, you grabbed your stuff and tried to be as quiet as possible when leaving.

Your parents usually volunteer at the stadium's canteen early in the morning so there's no denying that they're already there. Watching your steps as you got down the stairs, you turned a few corners and walked a few more before making it there.

"Hey (Y/N)!" Manny greeted you and you greeted him back.

"You've seen my parents?"

"Yup, they're just in there" He pointed and you made sure to thank him before going ahead. When entering the backdoor to the stall, you could see them busy restocking the supplies.

The moment they spot you, you could tell they were upset.

"Where were you?!! You weren't in your room in the morning!!" Your mother expressed her concern.

"I wanted to go gun training" You lied so naturally that it caught you by surprise. You sucked in both your lips to try to stop yourself from doing so.

"Nonsense, you're a girl, that's a man's job" Your mother said while your father carried the boxes to the table. You took a deep breath.

"Sorry I lied... I was at Abby's" The two perked up at the mention of Abby's name.

"Abby's? What were you doing there?" They suddenly exchanged glances. It's almost too obvious that the two doesn't quite like her too much. Then your father spoke up right after your mother.

"No offense darling but Abby's a rebellious girl and we don't want you following in her footsteps—"

"We kissed" You said, an unmoved expression on your face.

For a second you had thought the two were frozen in time at your words but suddenly your mother laughs.

"Are you messing with us?" She asked but you could see from her gaze she was threatening you to shut up.

For some reason you didn't really care anymore.

"We also fucked... and I really liked it" You said as you watched for their reactions. You knew that deep down that they'll never accept you for the way you are but it's fine. They never really did even when you weren't yourself.

Your mother laughs again but this time louder, almost like she's losing it. Your father who didn't know how to react laughed along to her but his wary eyes weren't in his favour.

"I thought from the lessons our uncle taught you you'd stop having these thoughts! I knew I shouldn't have let you read those comics!" She said with a smile, almost like she's forcing herself to be happy, to stay calm.

"It didn't help. I lied saying it did because I didn't want to go back there. They treated me weird. They made me feel like I didn't belong anywhere, that I was a mistake, that I should have hated myself for having these thoughts" You then smiled, returning the same emotion your mother is feeling.

"But truthfully I love girls"

SLAP

Your eyes widened after feeling your mother slap you, it happened so fast if it werent for the burning numbness on your cheek you didn't think it even happened. You slowly turn to look at your mother who's eyes are red.

"Don't you fucking say that! You're a girl! You were born to marry a man!" She said but you shrug. Your action made her tilt her head in disbelief.

"I love Abby, she's a woman not a man. If you don't like that then that's your problem" With nothing more to prove, you decided to leave but stopped yourself when you were close to the door.

"Oh and... it had nothing to do with the comics. I've always felt this way" You added with your back turned to her. The second you were out in the canteen you couldn't help but stop for a second to catch your breath.

It actually felt like you were breathing right for the first time ever.

It felt so good.

You felt so weightless.

"(Y/N)? You okay?" You look up ahead to see Abby. Her hair a bit messy from just waking up but you could tell she just smoothed it over to make it work.

"I'm so fucking great" You approached her and threw your arms around her but she was fast to observe the hand print on your face. Her face clearly full of worry.

"Who did this to you?" Her tone clearly indicating she's not gonna let this slide.

"It's my mom. I just came out to them" You smiled and she looked at you like you were kidding.

"Without me? I thought you'd want me to support you—?"

"Its fine— but you can support me now. I'm starving" You smiled and seeing how overjoyed you are, she couldn't help but let you have your moment. Not wanting to disrupt this euphoric memory of yours.

"Alright baby" She said before gently kissing you on the lips and you smiled when kissing her back. An obstacle in your life finally dealt with.

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kazutora-kurokawa · 10 months ago

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Toman Headcanons

I forgot posts had link limits, so I'm breaking down my masterlist into smaller pieces (don't worry about any missing links, I'm just taking forever to add things lol)

*non-Toman Hanma headcanons are in the Tenjiku section*

New Years Resolutions (SFW)

Oral Headcanons (NSFW)

Kazutora Relationship Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Pah-Chin Relationship Headcanons (SFW)

Breeding Headcanons (NSFW)

Corrupt Toman!Takemichi Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Draken Relationship Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

TokRev x Shy!Kinky!Reader (NSFW)

Corrupt Toman!Kisaki Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Baji Relationship Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Toman Captains + VCs x Short!Curvy!Reader (NSFW)

Horny!Corrupt Toman!Hanma x Reader (SFW->NSFW)

Rockstar!Draken Headcanons (NSFW)

Rockstar!Baji Headcanons (NSFW)

Horse Groomer!Baji x Farmer's Daughter!Reader (SFW)

Rockstar!Baji x Chubby!Reader (NSFW)

Poly Relationship w/ Baji, Chifuyu, and Kazutora (SFW)

Corrupt Toman!Kisaki x Chubby!Reader (SFW+NSFW)

Poly Relationship w/ Baji, Chifuyu, and Kazutora pt. 2 (NSFW)

Timeout w/ Hanma (NSFW)

Poly Relationship w/ Mikey and Draken (SFW+NSFW)

Corrupt Toman!Hanma x Dom!Reader (NSFW)

Pervy Boyfriend!Kazutora Headcanons (NSFW)

Kazutora x Tomboy!Reader (NSFW)

Hakkai x Black Cat!Reader (SFW)

Hakkai x Black Cat!Reader: First Time (NSFW)

Draken x Independent!Sick!Reader (SFW)

Period Comfort w/ TokRev Boys (SFW+some NSFW)

Corrupt Toman!Kisaki x Friendly!Reader (SFW->NSFW)

Grumpy!Cuddly!Baji x Reader (SFW+suggestive)

TokRev x Reader Who Unknowingly Turns Them On (SFW->NSFW)

Boyfriend!Hanma x Reader: Psych Ward Shenanigans (SFW)

Baji x Reader w/ Humiliation Kink (NSFW)

Pah-Chin NSFW Headcanons (NSFW)

Being Friends w/ The Kawata Twins (SFW)

Idol!Hakkai Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Yandere!Baji Headcanons (NSFW)

Corrupt Toman!Kisaki x Zombie!Reader (SFW, violence)

Poly Relationship w/ Zombie!HanKisa (SFW, violence)

TokRev x Reader Who Matches Their Energy (SFW)

Pent Up!Model!Hakkai x Reader (NSFW)

Possessive!Kazutora x Reader (NSFW)

Draken x Shy!FoulMouthed!Reader (SFW)

Rockstar!Baji x Popstar!Reader (SFW)

Baji x Rockstar!Reader (SFW+NSFW)

Baji x Cheater!Reader (SFW)

Pussy Drunk!Hakkai x Reader (NSFW)

Cocky!Model!Hakkai x Assistant!Reader (NSFW)

TokRev x Reader: Flashing Them During An Argument (NSFW)

Pah-Chin x Piercing Covered!Reader (SFW+NSFW)

Nahoya x Reader: Sending Him Nudes While He's Working (NSFW)

TokRev x Straightforward!Reader (SFW+suggestive)

Cocky!Incubus!Hakkai x Reader (NSFW)

Jealous!Hakkai x Artistic!Reader (SFW)

Prince!Hakkai x Commoner!Reader (SFW)

Sub!Pah-Chin x Reader (NSFW)

Vampire!Baji x Vampire!Reader (SFW)

Baji x Reader: Wedding Bells (SFW)

Poly Relationship w/ Izana and Kakucho (SFW+NSFW)

Vampire!Hakkai x Human!Reader (SFW->NSFW)

Highschool!Hakkai x Manga Artist!Introvert!Reader (SFW)

Best Friend!Hakkai x Artist!Reader (SFW)

Vampire!Hakkai x Reader on Her Period (NSFW)

Magician!Hakkai x Assistant!Reader (NSFW)

Werewolf!Mikey x Vampire!Reader (SFW+suggestive)

Needy Dom!Hakkai x Reader (NSFW)

Perv!Hakkai w/ Reader Who Is Yuzuha's BFF (NSFW)

Model!Hakkai x Shy!Biggest Fan!Reader (SFW)

Mikey w/ A Mommy Kink (NSFW)

Bodyguard!Baji x Idol!Reader (SFW+NSFW)

Tarzan!Baji x Jane!Reader (SFW+NSFW)

Kazutora x Gamer!Reader (SFW+NSFW)

Boxer!Baji x Girlfriend!Reader (NSFW)

Yandere!Baji x Reckless!Reader (SFW)

Toxic!Boyfriend!Draken Headcanons (NSFW)

How They React When You Break Up With Them For Being Immature (SFW)

Girl Dad!Kazutora w/ Daughter Who Has a Tiger Onesie (SFW)

Husband!Kazutora Headcanons (SFW->NSFW)

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #masterlist #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers headcanons

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loverofallthingssarah · 3 months ago

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no more runnin’

part 3

melissa schemmenti x reader

summary: you’re hiding, you’re running. melissa finds you and your daughter and helps bring you both back to life.

warning: angst

word count: 1.1k

part 1 part 2

a/n: i'm sorry if there are any spelling errors or grammatical errors.

Melissa takes off running down the hallway and out the front door, and in an instant you were gone. No cars left in the parking lot but her own. Frustration hit with a slew of curse words flying out of her mouth. Why couldn’t she listen to Barbara? Why couldn’t she just leave things alone?

Melissa takes out her cell phone and dials a number that is engraved in her muscle memory.

“Hey, Barb. I think I really fucked up…”

You were fighting tears. You had to finally pull over on the side of the road before your vision got too blurry. Acey was sitting in the back of the car in her booster seat watching her mother break down before her very eyes. You usually kept this part of you hidden behind closed doors. Not wanting your daughter to see your vulnerability because you had to be strong for both of you. Carefully, your daughter unbuckled her seatbelt and crawled her way up into the front of the car. You tried to steady your breathing but found it hard as your daughter wrapped her arms around you.

“It’s gonna be okay, mommy.” she hugged you as tight as she possibly could.

You wrap your hands around you daughter, “I l-love you, little m-monster.”

She wiped your tears, “Mommy its time for you to make friends. My teacher likes you. How can she not? You’re the best mommy in the whole wide world!”

You chuckle to yourself wondering how you got so lucky to have a smart little girl who mirrored her mothers actions and pet talks knowing that you couldn’t argue against your own words.

“I wish it were that simple, baby. But I hear you.” you give her a kiss on her temple. “Now how about you crawl back into your seat and we go pick up some pizza for dinner?”

Two weeks had gone and passed with no contact between you both. You had Acey walk into the school herself and back out at the end of the day, because you were bound and determined to avoid Melissa at all costs. You could feel your walls breaking down and avoiding her had to be the glue that tried to hold them back together.

Melissa on the other hands was not having it anymore. Everyday when Acey walked into her classroom since your last meeting with no one behind her frustrated Melissa to no end.

Today was even worse because you kept Acey home from school for the last three days, and it was the straw that broke the camels back. Not being able to see you was one thing, but not being able to see Acey was another. Melissa knew she was going to have to break some rules to be able to see you again and she had the perfect idea to do just that.

“Pipsqueak!” Melissa yelled down the hallway and Janine came running to sound of her voice.

“Yes, Melissa?” Janine questioned.

“Can you take my class with yours down to art? I have some business I need to take care of.”

Janine nodded and looked at her coworker suspiciously, but knowing better than to question her actions.

“Come on kids! Who is excited for art?”

Melissa slips past Janine and makes her way to the front office. She slips past Ashley which isn’t hard because she is literally sleeping on the job. Ava is doing a tiktok dance in front of her ring light, “body ody ody ody” now forever engrained in Melissa’s head. “Ava, Jacob is in the breakroom saying that you would be the last to be eaten by a zombie because he is hotter than you.”

Ava snatches her phone as she makes her way out of her office, “Oh hell naw.”

Melissa smirks to herself ‘piece of cake’. She starts looking through Ava’s file cabinet, her fingers strumming through file by file until her pointer finger lands on a file labeled Hadley, Acey. Quickly snatching it out of it’s place, Melissa starts flipping throught the pages until she lands on the one she is looking for.

“Tsk, tsk,” Melissa all but jumps out her skin.

“Barb! You scared the hell out me. What are you doing?”

Barbara makes her way around the desk and looks at the file within her hands, “Melissa, what do you think you’re dong?”

“I have to. She won’t talk to me or even come in the school anymore. I need to talk to her.”

“Why are you doing all of this for a woman you barely know?” Barbara questions.

“I wish I had an answer that makes sense. There is something about Y/N that I am drawn too and I know she is drawn to me too,” she smiles to herself, “The way she crinkles her nose when I give her compliment. The way she always gets excited when listening to her daughter talk about literally anything. She is kind to every single person that I have seen her interact with at this school, even Janine’s annoying ass. I can tell her favorite color is yellow, because every pair of scrubs she wears has a yellow stitching as well as the laces of her tennis shoes. She has this birth mark on her wrist that is shaped kind of like a flower and when I bring it up she blushes and subconsciously rubs her thumb across.” Melissa looks up a Barbara and sighs, “She is the most beautiful person that I know nothing about yet I feel like I know everything about. I can’t explain it, but I don’t want to give up without a fight. I have to show her I care and I’m going to be here no matter what or how long it takes.” Melissa finished and Barbara - albeit doesnt understand - nods her head in reliance that she knows Melissa wouldn’t do all of this for just anybody.

Melissa grabs a sticky note off Ava’s desk and quickly jots down your address.

She doesn’t know how she made it throught the four grueling hours left of school. When the final bell rings, Melissa quickly packed her things before leaving the school and getting in her car. She pulled up her gps on her phone and typed in an unfamiliar address. Thirty minutes later she is pulling up to a row of homes until she finally parks in front of a little beige one.

Gathering her courage she picks herself up and out of her car and walks straight up to the door and knocks three times. She is twiddling with her fingers nervously which is unlike herself. Finally she hears footsteps on the other side of the door getting closer and the knob starts to turn. When she finally sees your face through the crack of the door, she lets out the breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Hi, Y/n.”

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #wlw imagine #wlw fanfic #wlw #abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #melissa schemmenti x y/n

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sillyfudgemonkeys · 25 days ago

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What do you think rangshi were like as parents? Especially when Koko was a baby. I could not imagine Rangi getting up in the middle of the night I feel like she would be SO pissed 😭

Yup! I got lots of thoughts! Here they are, random an unorganized I'm so sorry TT0TT

I like to think they found Koko somewhere (she's around 2ish years old maybe?), and they adopted her before they turned 20, so they are either 18 or 19 when they adopt her (I have a joke, and yes I think it's hilarious).

They find Koko in a ravaged place (daofei destroyed the town or something). She's not a newborn, but the two of them are still woefully unprepared to take care of a toddler. TT0TT (Thankfully they have 3 grannies, Hei-Ran/Atuat/Auntie Mui, to help them!)

The grannies and Kirima like to poke fun at the whole predicament. (all in good faith)

Hei-Ran: I swear, when you said you liked girls I thought it meant I wouldn't have to worry about my daughter being a teenage mother! And an unmarried one at that! Kirima: Naughty, naughty girls. This is what happens when you fool around outside of wedlock. Atuat: Didn't they teach you where babies come from in that hoity toity Fire Academy? Auntie Mui: Kyoshi! Were my "Talks" not enough?!

Anyway everyone spoils the shit outta Koko (she's precious and cute!) She's rambunctious and cute and gets into a lot of trouble (her Auntie Kirima and Uncle Wong help her with that). She may or may not run Kyo and Rangi a tad ragged. >:3c

Note: I'm unsure if Koko's a bender or not, and if she is what element she'd be. I usually lean towards Earthbender if not Nonbender. (but Fire or Water would change things up). But we'll go with Earthbender for now.

Koko usually falls asleep while being held by Rangi or Hei-Ran (designated warm Mother and Grandmother 🥺). Rangi's afraid she's the more "strict" mom (it's the army brat in her u_u), so even if Kyoshi's also a firebender, she designates Rangi as the "warm" mom to curb Koko maybe being scared of her (really cloth monkeying the heck outta this lil girl TT0TT but Rangi's a good mom! she's just a lil scary looking kfjsklaf). She's the one to freak out the most about Koko's wellbeing (it's the mother hen in her).

Now sleeping? Kyoshi and Rangi already run on not a lot of sleep tbh. Avataring does that to you. But when Koko does cry in the middle of the night, Rangi's the one who tries to be the first one there. She feels like Kyoshi gets a lot less sleep than she needs and will try to rectify that as much as possible!

That being said, she doesn't like getting up (but does it for duty, and she's not mad at lil Koko she's just a baby). And Kyoshi still finds a way to get up with her (no this defeats the purpose of Rangi getting up Kyoshi!). They are both idiots trying their best ok??? TT0TT

The Grannies try to help as much as they can cause otherwise Rangshi will look like zombies all the time. TT0TT Really taking "it takes a village to raise a child" to heart with raising Koko.

Koko calls Kyoshi "Mama" and later "Mom" (when she becomes a Teen), or "Avatar" in a super formal setting. She slips up and calls her mama sometimes tho. TT0TT "Mam-I mean mom- I-I mean. *cough* *super serious voice* Avatar."

Koko calls Rangi "mofer" (really young, trying to imitate what Rangi calls Hei-Ran), "mommy" (when they convince her to use this for now), "mother" (when she hits teen years).

(Kyo and Rangi miss being called Mama and Mommy tho TT0TT But they also think it's SOOOOO adorable when she acts super serious and grown up, and also when she slips up askfjlslkajf)

Koko looks very similar to Kyoshi (Earth Kingdom features). With greener eyes (Kyo's eye color changes like the damn wind, but they're more blue like Suki's imo) and freckles (not the same as Kyo's but still). Her hair color is more like Suki's too. (maybe she's Suki's ancestor? Who knows? ;U)

But as she grows up she really takes on Rangi's personality (even wears a lil topknot!). She's a very serious Kyoshi Warrior yes she is (she got that army brat in her, she got it from her mother jkfslajf)

That being said, Koko still feels "softer" than Rangi. Like how Rangi still feels "softer" than Hei-Ran (Rangi, my precious cry baby ;w;). Blah blah "each generation softening the blow for the new generation to come" mentality yadda yadda.

When they first adopt Koko, she's greatly malnourished. They have to take things slow while she recovers. Rangi's freaking out, she's just a baby! And she just sees the kid suffering and wants to help as fast as possible, and now she's seeing Kyoshi starving as a kid when she looks at Koko and it's making her freak out more and-

Kyoshi has to calm her down. She and Mui have experience from when Kyo was recovering, and Atuat is a doctor. Rangi was worrying herself ragged during that time. (lots of cuddle sessions to keep Koko warm).

Kyoshi is the one who plays the most games with Koko I think. Rangi encourages it, Kyoshi is nervous. It's because Kyoshi never played in any reindeer games I mean. Played any (earthbending) games growing up, partially cause of the bullying but also partially cause she was afraid she'd hurt the other kids (she was powerful and couldn't control her bending yet). So this is both a good bonding experience for them, but also it gives Kyoshi reassurance in her bending!

Koko's the most well known cause she's the oldest and first child of Rangshi. But Kyoshi/Rangi do end up having other kids, and Koko loves them and is very protective of them.

Kyoshi and Rangi keep track of all their descendants (yes I think Rangi is also immortal RoR gave me hope like a dumb bitch TT0TT), and they interact with their grandkids and great-great-great-great grandkids and yeah. Just a fun tidbit, they love their family a lot.

All in all, even if Kyoshi and Rangi can't be with her all the time (Avatar stuff u_u). Koko knows she is loved, and they make sure that she is taken care of.

Annnnnnd that's all I got for now. TT0TT I think I listed all the key stuff but yeah. \(=w=)/

#Rangshi #rangi sei'naka #kyoshi #avatar kyoshi #rangi #rangi seinaka #i-na-ri #silly asks #silly answers #koko #rise of kyoshi #shadow of kyoshi #atla #chronicles of the avatar

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herbs-and-poultices · 1 month ago

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A few nights ago I had a random thought, and it accidentally spawned a ficlet. Oops?

Fandom: RE2-ish? (I only know these characters and their stories from the h/c fanfiction and a cursory glance through the fanwiki, but they keep sticking in my brain)

Efforts towards accuracy of any kind (canonical, medical, realistic, etc) were minimal

A little hospital bedside vigil. Very soft, mostly comfort, because that's what I've been needing lately.

CW: child pov

“Alright,” Claire murmurs, voice muted to match the efficient quiet of the post-surgical ward. “I'll be there in twenty.” She closes the phone with a click, then looks down at Sherry.

“Its about my brother. I have to go for a few hours. But you can stay here, if you'd like.” As she speaks she leads Sherry through the door and into the hospital room. Sherry unconsciously sticks to the mahogany-haired college student at the same distance of two plastic chair armrests that over the past hours has come to feel natural - or as natural as anything has lately - as they step around the bed towards the chairs beside the curtained window.

Side by side, Claire wraps an arm over her shoulder and gives a gentle squeeze. Sherry looks up into her warm, sad smile. “You could come with me if you’d rather, but I'm afraid you'd mostly be sitting alone in the office reception. There's a vending machine and a coffee machine and a couple decade-old magazines, but not much else.” Sherry leans in a little bit closer. Of all the things she could want right now, what she least wants is to be alone. Alone with the lumbering hordes of zombies, ghastly imitations of the men and women they had once been; alone with the masses of misshapen flesh that mutated before her eyes into grotesque monsters beyond her wildest nightmares; alone with the terrible shrieks and snarls, the rasps and moans, the sickening squish and menacing shuffle of footsteps that haunted their every movement through the shell of the city she once called home. “The doctor said Leon should be waking up in an hour or so. I'm sure he would appreciate having some company.”

Leon, Claire calls him familiarly. Leon S. Kennedy, RPD, at your service, he introduced himself to her when they first met; his voice and half-smile were wry, but the nod he gave her was solemn as an oath. All the grown-ups Sherry knows, aside from Mommy and Daddy, are “Doctor”s or “Professor”s or “Mister”s or “Misses”s. She’s probably heard some of their first names in passing, overhearing her parents chatting casually with their colleagues or teachers greeting one another in the halls, but in her mind first names are only for kids, playmates. Even college students like Claire are pushing it. Adults have important grown-up titles for their important grown-up business. So to her, he is Officer Kennedy.

Outside the partly closed door, there is a soft click-clack as a nurse rolls a cart past, followed by a knock and a cheery greeting at a door across the hall. A bird chirps in the tree outside the window. She swallows and bobs her head in a nod. Not really alone, here.

“Good.” Claire pats her shoulder, then releases their partial embrace to back her into one of the thinly-padded chairs. “I'll be back before the end of visiting hours.” On her way she pauses at the bedside, tucking the thin blanket up a little higher and smoothing it out, leaning in to murmur something inaudible; then with a whisper of air from the doorway she is gone.

The flat faux-leather cushioning would be an improvement on the bare hard plastic of the waiting room furniture, if everything didn't feel cold and menacing. The clean sweatshirt Claire found for Sherry is soft and pleasantly dry against her skin; any other contact, other than the hands of her new friends, still feels as though it could dissolve into a hunk of gelatinous writhing flesh or sprout razor-sharp fangs or explode in a spray of gore under her touch. Curling away from the chair back, she pulls her feet up onto the seat and wraps her arms over her knees, resting her cheek in the crook of her elbow.

Her view is a narrow window between her forearms and blonde bangs. Blurred reflections of blue and teal and lilac slide under the door, keeping time with brisk steps. Now and again another cart goes by with a whirr. Nurses. Doctors. Regular people. Sherry tilts her head to glance around the little room, stopping at the monitor by the bed. On the black screen, colorful lines trace out neat rows of mountains and valleys, up, down, up and down. She doesn't understand the numbers that blink beside them, but the steady dance of the lines is soothing.

After a time, it could have been minutes or it could have been an hour, her eyes start to roam again, tracing the loops in cords and wires coiled behind the screen. Most of them end in empty plugs dangling in the air. A few seem to lead into the wall out of sight. The last one she traces down, down, eventually running alongside a clear plastic tube from another nearby machine with some bags of liquid, over the heap of blankets, and finds herself for the first time properly taking in the figure on the bed.

The cord from the monitor ends in a sensor taped to one finger of his right hand where it lies open at the edge of the mattress; the clear plastic line disappears under the back of his hand. Officer Kennedy is laid on his right side to keep pressure off his injury, one knee bent, right arm stretched out at an angle, face tipped slightly towards his chest as he has unconsciously curled in on himself. His left arm is immobilized at a right angle in a sling strapped over his good shoulder and around his back. The black padded fabric is stark against the cream-colored blanket, the robin-egg blue of the hospital gown, the washed-out tones of his skin. The white edge of a surgical dressing is visible where the strap tugs at the neckline of his gown.

A head taller than Claire, at his full height he towered above Sherry; his squared shoulders and firmly-planted feet stood between her and so many blood-crazed hollow-eyed zombies and horribly mutated monsters, wicked claws and gnashing teeth and slashing knives that would have torn her in two. He was a grown-up, the only one in their little band of survivors, a person who knew things and did things, full of decisiveness and the weight of responsibility. And with the heavy tac vest and duty belt that added bulk to his frame, the gun that fit so naturally in his hands, and his once-sharp uniform emblazoned with the insignia of the Raccoon City Police Department, he was more than that. He was the arm of the law, he was Order and Protection personified. She never felt so small before as she did during those terrible days, and Officer Kennedy was larger than life.

Now, though, his face is nearly level with hers, his medium height not so imposing lying down. In the thin hospital gown and light blanket, without his tac vest and holster and belt, his frame is strong but lean, not quite so unshakably solid as a brick wall the way she remembers it from just early this morning. With his sharp eyes closed and his features relaxed in rest, there could almost be traces of teenage boyishness in the curve of his jaw, the cant of his head, the mop of tousled hair falling across his face. A handful of years back, and she might have imagined him at the local highschool, next to the middle school she attended, shooting hoops on the shared multi-purpose courts during his free periods, waiting on the curb for the 5 o'clock bus with a heavy backpack slung over his shoulder by one precarious strap. And she wonders, for a strange moment, if he might have felt… scared.

A flicker of movement catches her eye, and the outlandish thoughts are gone like a leaf on the breeze: a twitch of eyebrows, followed by a few slow flutters of eyelashes. She waits, nearly holding her breath. For several minutes all is still again, and she wonders if she imagined it. But then his brow wrinkles again and he opens his eyes halfway. His gaze is cloudy and unfocused at first, slits of gray-blue flicking about the room - to the window, over the bed, in the general direction of the door out of sight diagonally behind him, then around again, and yet again more deliberately as though it requires effort to take it all in.

Finally his eyes come to rest on her, fully open now, gaze sharpening into focus.

“O- Officer Kennedy.” Her breath comes out in a rush.

Leon, he mouths a correction.

She can't bring herself to say anything more around the hard lump growing in her throat.

He curls the fingers of his outstretched right hand, inviting. His lips move again, this time accompanied by broken fragments of a whisper, rough and painful-sounding but kindly. “C’mere, Sherry.” She stands and crossed the few steps to the bed, shaky on half-asleep legs. Atop the blanket, she tucks herself cautiously into the space between his arm and bent knee, wrapping her arms back around her folded legs. A grunt escapes his throat when her sweatshirt catches momentarily on the velcro of the sling immobilizing his left arm, but when her gaze snaps to his face the wide-eyed look he shoots her is so horrified and apologetic, like he startled a sleeping fawn, that she freezes where she had started pulling back and forces a shaky smile instead of the apology brimming on her lips. His expression relaxes, bit by bit, as she settles herself onto the mattress. She tips her head into her knees and closes her eyes, feeling the subtle warmth from his body inches from her own wrap around her like a shield.

Officer Kennedy's hand traces along her back to rub small soothing circles over her shoulder blade. His chin comes to rest on the top of her head, breaths stirring her hair in even, regular huffs. Tension drips out of her muscles, and a soft sigh worms its way out of her lungs. Her cheek sink to the mattress, and she slowly, carefully, lets herself relax into his chest. If she holds her breath, she can hear the steady beating of his heart.

He hums softly, and the vibrations brush her skin where she leans against him. “You're safe now, kid.”

Safe.

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dragubel · 7 months ago

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hii I just wanted to say I really love your writing and I was wondering if I could please request sfw + nsfw dating headcanons for Munky? It's completely fine if not but I'd absolutely love it if you could <3.

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James “Munky” Shaffer x Fem Reader Headcannons!

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Notes at end☀️

Headcannons: Dating SFW+NSFW

SFW:

The dude will NAG you whenever you leave the house until you tell him where you're going then ask to go with you right after. And when you tell him he can't go, he sighs dramatically and goes back to whatever he is doing

(I'm smelling attachment issues..)

He may be the silliest most goofy man but at the same time could be fucking serious if he wanted to but.. He is more on the goof side in front of you because he doesn't wanna seem like an edge lord but at the same time, he wants to show you how serious he is.

Almost TOO protective.

Munky would sure have an eyebrow raised if a man was even too close to you. He would 100% do anything in public to show that you're his.

PDA is a yes, mall, park, store restaurant, after or before, even during a show, this man is willing to show the world how much he loves you

Munky loves calling you sweet names on the bases

He would 100% call you babes, baby, baby girl, beautiful (sometimes Mommy.)

Makes you breakfast in the morning, even if his cooking is shut, he just wants to make you happy

He’s a big and little spoon, he could be any. It’s what you want. He would prefer being a little spoon but, if it comes to him stroking your hair and holding you, he is WILLING to be a big spoon

Munky loves it when you do his hair in different styles. You like to tease him by putting his hair into pig tails. He calls them his Fag-tails (he secretly loves it)

Takes you out on surprise/expensive dates even though you would get a tad upset for spending all his money on you, but later it’s all worth it when you both spend quality time together without his friends bothering you two.

Munky absolutely loves exploring your interests and hobbies together. For example, drawing, he would teach himself how to draw your favorite things. Singing, he would sing with you. Collecting, he would help you find/buy all the shit you want

(When he was unsober) he used to love drinking and smoking around you because of how comfortable he was with you.and if you smoke/drinked, god, he would be the happiest person on earth

If you were on your period, he will be on your side 24/7 with you and only you. If you ask something, he’ll go get it for you. He’d cuddle up in bed with you all day and all night with a heating pad on your stomach probably watching zombie movies (if you're into that)

All that matters to him is your happiness, health, and you in general ❤️

He’s can be very.. very shy around you during the first few weeks of your relationship

You were the first one to say I Love You

Bonus:

You both are sitting in bed

Munky: “can I..”

He gestures towards your lap, You smile.

You: “yes. Yes you can munks.”

He smimmies his body down, placing his head onto your lap as you watched the TV. You placed your hand onto his Dreads, playing with his hair softly.

You: “I love you baby..”

Munky: “I.. I love you too ___”

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NSFW:

He would be very sweet and vanilla during sex.

If you’re a top, he could be a bottom, if your a bottom, he could be a top.

Baby is a switch

Whenever you want it, just give him a hint and hell fuck you on the spot or find somewhere secluded and make out with you.

When it comes to cockwarming, my lord you’ll have him throbbing inside you for possibly hours and you slowly grind onto him

If he’s a bottom with you, he will be loud and a moaning mess.

If he’s a top, he’ll be a huge degrade with you (if you’re into that)

During sex, his focus is on you and only you. He just focusing on your pleasure

Poor baby becomes confused when you tell him you wanna make it about him when you had sex one night. “Wha?.. me? Why me? Are you sure?”

He would have a bit of a Mommy kink, maybe breeding 👀

Munky loves any sex position where he can look into your eyes.

Phone sex is one of his favorites. Whether it’s a kinky phone call or sexual photos you’d send to him, especially when he’s on your and you send him a risky message or a needy voice message, you’re going to have atleast 7 missed calls from him and multiple desperate texts.

Even if he’s the one sending dick pics or risky pictures/videos/messages munky is still going to get incredibly turned on, definitely more than he already was

Name calling is a must. Doesn’t even have to be degrading. Mommy, mama, ‘ma, baby, doll shit like that, he just wants to show you his love.

Sex is one of his ways of showing you he loves you, Munky has trouble finding ways to show affection in your relationship. Especially during the first few weeks of it.

Could be a huge beggar and needy person if you’re top. “Mama.. p-please~ I can’t hold it in, I’ve been a good boy, i beg mama!~”

He’s to scared he might actually hurt your feeling if he degrades you too much to he keeps it to a minimum “fuck yeah, you like that, huh baby?~ fuckin.. b-beg.” He will stutter when degrading you.

If you’re both in public or with his band mates, he’ll always be close and physical with you. Such as a lot of waist holding and thigh grabbing.

He is 100% willing to mark you up if it means keeping people.. such as his band mates, away from you.

Bonus:

You and Munky sit in a bar together with his friends. He has his head on the table, looking up at you than sitting up whispering in your ear

Munky: “‘cmon baby~ let’s just head to the bathroom and do a quickie~ I’ll make ya feel good.”

He was drunk out of his mind off beer and shots, he places a hand onto your thigh, gliding it up closer to your crotch. You smirk as he was just a ball of giggles.

You: “you’re going to have to do waaay more convincing Munks.”

You back away to stare at him with a grin. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom. You laugh, holding his hand and rising him out of his seat.

You: “let’s go baby…~”

He was just a ball of joy and giggles.

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9JHSAYJTJYV1CKJH omg I just had to make this bc of my passion for munks <3 also sorry if I was all over using “he/him” “munky” “James” lmao, sorry it took me a while! Been busy with graduation, work, hospital shit AND SSRY IF THIS WAS TO SHORT LOL (hope you enjoy the bonuses✌🏼🩵

#james munky shaffer x reader #munky x reader #munky #munky korn #james munky shaffer #korn fandom #korn band #fanfic

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hutchersonsgurl · 1 year ago

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Somethin about you Shane Walsh x reader

Paring yn greene with shane walsh

Synopsis you and Shane were together before the world fell and now you are meeting again when it ended. So now that the world has fallen you do everything in your power to protect your daughter

Special thanks to my bb @taylormarieee

⚠️ warnings blood smut 18+ graphic violence MDNI.

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🥀Shane was the type of person where you can look at him and he'll either break your heart or fulfill it. You were one of those people who tried to guess. And believe it or not, the guess you made was completely wrong. He fulfilled your life with love. He didn't break it until later. Now the end of the world has happened and you could only imagine if he's either alive or one of these brain-dead zombies. 🥀

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You were outside milking the cows when your dad came outside to tell you that your daughter Faith had woken up you walk into the house as you pick Faith up you hear screaming coming from outside you walk outside the front door to see two people you never thought you'd see again

"Rick? Carl? Oh my God what happened?" you ask

"He's been shot, please help us," Rick says shaking

You don't even see who's running in the background you tell your dad to help Carl

You gave Faith to Beth to watch her as you helped your dad get Carl stable you walked Rick out of the room to go sit down

*Maggie goes out to find lori to bring her to the farm*

"Here you go," you say as you hand Rick something to drink

As you stand up you see Shane standing in the doorway

"Holy sh--------" Shane says as he sees you

You walk away to go check on Maggie Beth and your daughter

You hear Shane and Rick talking as you walk into your bedroom

You pick up Faith from the bed and you walk out to see what is going on in the living room Otis your dad and Rick are talking

"What's going on? "You ask

"I need a respirator to be able to do surgery on Carl "your dad says

"What do we do? "You ask

The old high school they should have supplies there Otis says

"Well I said leave the rest to me is it to late to take that back?" Shane says jokingly

I'll go with you I know my way around you otis says

"Are you sure?" Shane asks

"We can talk about this till the sun comes up or we can get it done right quick" Otis says

"I'd take right quick" Shane says

"I'm coming with you two" you say going to your room for your stuff

"Honey why won't you let the boys handle it" your dad says

"No dad they'll need back up and like momma always said never let a man do a female's job" you said

You walk over to maggie who's holding Faith "mommy is gonna be right back I'm gonna help some friends okay?" You say as you give your daughter a kiss on the cheek

You give your dad a kiss on the cheek and hug him as you turn around you see shane staring at Faith like he knows something

I can't thank y'all enough rick says

No problem rick you know I always have your and Carl's back

"Honestly yn you really don't have to go "lori say as she comes up behind rick

"I got this lori and If you could help keep an on faith that would be great " you say

"Of course lori says as she hugs you"

The three of you head outside and get into the truck

"Are you sure about this?" Shane asks

"Of course I am I ain't no damsel in destress" you say as you roll your eyes

"You two know each other? "Otis asks

"Yeah this is my ex boyfriend remember"? You ask

"Oh the dude who couldn't keep it in his pan- oops sorry" Otis says as he continues to drive

"You know something about you seems different yn" Shane says

"What's different besides the fact I ain't waiting on you to change" you respond back

The rest of the drive was quiet until you guys reached the high school

You open the door to get out grabbing your knife from your back pocket

"Yn you really should stay behind us" Shane says

"I'm good I can handle myself thank you" you say

"You really are your mother's daughter "Otis says

As you start to walk towards the back door you notice that there's two walkers hanging by the door

"Yn wai---" Shane says as he cuts off to chase after you

You walk up to one of the walkers and kick one in the knee and and stab it in the back of the head same with the other one

"Holy shit you took down two walkers "Shane says in shock

"Told you I can handle myself" you say as you walk into the school

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Part 2 coming soon

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Lemme know what y'all think

#shane walsh #shane walsh imagine #shane walsh smut #shane walsh x reader #shane walsh x y/n #the walking dead #jon bernthal

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shortstrawberry · 1 year ago

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I lowkey feel despite all her efforts Miranda wouldn’t be completely satisfied with MC, even in the good ending. Yes, MC is the reincarnation of her lover, and does get these memories back - but MC isn’t really her lover. Raised by different people, in different eras, surely there are some differences - despite the looks, they cannot be carbon copies of another. Things MC might have been okay with decades ago, they might not be okay with now etc

Spoilers ahead, warning.

You're right on the cash! I agree that Miranda and MC are really only tightly bound by Eva. That's not to say Miranda doesn't love MC. She does! But is the love unconditional as it should be? Absolutely naaaah! Case in point: in the cult ending, the MC picks interests and choices that don't match up with the idea of MC Miranda has. Miranda actually points this out, by saying "MC isn't right in this round". That shows MC needs to fit this mould that Miranda has for her. Or she will get rejected and Miranda will reset again. Remember, Miranda had thrown hot coffee on MC if you teased her a lot. It got the MC in hospital. But hey, Miranda can always reset again so who cares if MC gets stabbed, burnt or eaten by a zombie blondie?

(I'm sorry Bela)

Still, Miranda is a hawt murder mommy and we stan her.

(please don't kill me Miranda stans)

#mother miranda #resident lover #this is not miranda slander i swear #bela dimitrescu #we support women rights and wrongs #anon answered #requests open #anons welcome

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checkoutmybookshelf · 1 year ago

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From Criminial Mastermind to Fairy Tale Hero: The End of Artemis Fowl

Here we are, everyone: The final Artemis Fowl book. It has been a journey revisiting the first series I was old enough to follow and fandom, and it's wild to me that we're finally at the end. Especially since I picked up the first Artemis Fowl book in late elementary school (I'm genuinely not sure when though, because the first book came out in April of 2001, when I was in fifth grade and it's very possible I didn't pick the book up until sixth grade, which would have put me at 11, same age as Artemis in that first book) and the final book came out in 2012, when I was in my junior year of undergrad. So at that point, Artemis, Holly, and Butler had been part of my life for a long time. And now here we are, to say goodbye to them again after this leisurely re-listen/read. Let's talk Artemis Fowl: The Last Guardian.

Artemis grew and changed so much across eight books, which makes sense because holy cow do kids change a LOT between 11 and 15. We get so busy living life in those years that we don't really think about how much we truly learn and grown between prepubescence and full-on teenagerhood, but that is a time of massive change, and I think that more than anything else really justifies how Artemis goes from a chillingly vampiric child to a teenager with enough compassion and empathy to understand that sometimes the right choice is a heroic self-sacrifice for the people that your people (both humans and the people, in this case) love. Artemis also did a really interesting version of that thing so many teenagers do where they hit a point where they can't just phone in their abilities anymore and have to actually put effort in, but for Artemis it was emotional rather than intelligence. And yet even when making said heroic sacrifice, we have the absolutely beautiful callback to the end of book one, where Artemis drugs his mother, Butler, and Juliet to keep them from being harmed by the bio-bomb. To stop Holly from preventing him from stopping Opal, Artemis sedates her. The more things change, the more they stay the same...

Except where best villain ever Opal Koboi is concerned. By this book, Opal is so disconnected from reality that she is willing to risk literally going nuclear to escape captivity, and then just...casually sparks off the apocalypse because if there is one thing our girl wants, it's to be Empress of the World, and if that means using spirit zombies and an ancient fairy doomsday device, then I guess it's a good thing she's already versed in black magic. Or something. Opal is fully and completely off the rails at this point, and if you catch yourself referring to yourself as "Mommy" in reference to the spirits of several scores of ancient elven berserkers who would--barring a geas--murder you for it, you might want to stop and take a long, hard look at your life choices. And maybe don't forget that you've cloned yourself, because that's the kind of little detail that can completely ruin your chances of being Empress of the World.

Holly quite possibly deserves every medal that exists for managing to drag Artemis's extremely out-of-shape butt through increasingly dangerous and high-stakes missions while navigating fairy politics and *checks notes* breaking up with her commanding officer after a disastrous date where they both got kicked out of a crunchball match. (And once again...HOW DARE Colfer leave this in exposition and not show us this amazing disaster of a date!?!?) Holly has also just been through the emotional wringer with Artemis and every time he decided to double-cross or lie by omission to bring off a plan and every time he does something infuriatingly human that drives up her blood pressure and yet makes the mission succeed. And then she has to sit there and watch him die to save humans and fairies. Seriously, the fact that Holly Short is a functional being rather than a hot mess is nothing short of a miracle.

And then we come to Butler. Long-suffering, super fucking over it, broken-hearted Domovoi Butler. Artemis got DAMN lucky that the whole "put my spirit in a clone of me" plan panned out, because if it hadn't, Holly was entirely correct: Butler would never have recovered. Butler and Opal might be my two favorite characters in the entire series at this point. That's not where I started--for a very long time, Holly was my favorite character, and Commander Root still gets an honorable mention--but as a grown-ass adult (I'm not doing that math for you, if you want to know that I'm old, you do the math), I cannot escape how dedicated, competent, kind, and just AWESOME Butler is. I feel like the vibe here is very similar to the thing that happens when you watch Sound of Music as a kid and either Maria or one of the kids is your favorite character, but when you come back to it as an adult, Captain Von Trapp is EVERYTHING (RIP Christopher Plummer, we loved you). Butler has a similar vibe but in a different genre.

So, I was an adult and had enough experience of watching fandoms to see the mixed reactions to this book being released. People were sad the series was ending, people were disappointed because the series had seemingly drifted, and people loved it. My reaction was pretty mixed, because I had a lot going on, I knew there were good things here but I was also kind of missing the heisty, criminal mastermind vibes, but also OPAL KOBOI. So I was pretty unsure how to feel about this book when it came out, and then I didn't reread it for literal years because I went to grad school.

Returning to this book now, I have suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch respect for how Colfer tied up the series and how he pulled off a new Irish mythological cycle, but updated for the twenty-first century. I have enough life on me to appreciate the changes Artemis goes through, and enough literature degrees to have a new and deeply fulfilling perspective on the series structure. Last Guardian is not my favorite book of the series--it's not even in the top three--but I think that what it does is genuinely impressive and I love how you can finish this book and go instantly back into the OG Artemis Fowl. The story does not, strictly speaking, have to end. And that is a vibe I can 100% get behind.

I deeply love the Artemis Fowl books, and I cannot recommend the series enough. They have so many strengths, are incredibly well-written, and they live rent-free in my head even now as an adult.

#artemis fowl #eoin colfer #artemis fowl the last guardian #artemis fowl and the last guardian #domovoi butler #holly short #opal koboi #children's literature #children's books #books and reading #books & libraries #books and novels #books #book recommendations #middle grade sci fi #middle grade books #middle grade fantasy #middle grade fiction

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