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hi! i have a request idea
the characters with a lot of charisma and seem more confident e.g oikawa, kuroo, Gojo. there confident facade breaks and yn comforts them perhaps after a long day or something 🫠
feel no pressure for this and take care :))
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Beneath The Mask
characters: tooru oikawa, tetsurou kuroo, satoru gojo
warning: small nsfw joke
[word count: 1489]
Request by our first anon! Ty anon, I hope you like it🙂↕️
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Summary: Seemingly unattainable goals, long days, and high expectations may cause certain people to rip at the seams. Luckily for them, they will always have someone at their side to sow them back together.
Oikawa—
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Tooru was not normally one to let his emotions get the best of him, especially not during a game. When you had watched him begin to drink bottles upon bottle of water whilst his eyes kept darting to the scoreboard, you knew something was wrong. He was someone who focused all of his attention on the success of his team, not of him as an individual. But because today he was hyper-fixated on an individual, he responded with the same actions.
You were worried, to say the least.
These past two months all you have seen from him is constant smiles as he gave the best advice to his teammates and even his classmates. He would smile to all of his fan girls and when he was finally able to walk home with you, he would stay quiet. Being quiet for him indicated that he was exhausted. Who could blame him? He was putting in all this effort for the people around him, yet it was simply not enough.
Nothing was ever enough to Tooru Oikawa.
Luckily for him though, everything he did was more than enough for you.
And now here you were with an exhausted Tooru laying his head on your lap as he ranted about the past few months. You gently raked one of your hands through his brown hair. From the way he was lying, his hair flopped backwards, revealing his forehead. He heavily sighed before continuing with his next tale.
“Oh, and get this—he told me I should’ve gone to shiratorizawa. Can you believe the nerve?!” He complained.
You slightly chuckled as you closed your eyes. Your free hand rested gently against his cheek. “Unfortunately, I believe it. You know he’s been like this since middle school, Tooru.” You replied. This was something you did every once in a while in order to let him know that you were still listening.
He let out a deep breath as he slowly relaxed his body in order to lean into your touch.
It became silent until he spoke up.
“Sorry you have to listen to—“ Before he could finish, the hand that was resting against his cheek quickly covered his mouth in order to block his next few words. He opened his eyes in surprise to meet your own. He was in awe as he was met with your caring gaze.
“How many times have I told you to stop apologizing to me?” You asked with an eyebrow raised.
He decided to test you, removing your hand from his face in order to speak.
“Don’t you have essays to write? How about you—“
Your lips interrupted him as you gently placed them atop of his own. A slow and very small peck, but one that undoubtedly worked.
Instead of being surprised, he smiled a smug smile.
You rolled your eyes. “You’re so stubborn. You had best be glad I love you.”
Kuroo—
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“Tetsu?” You looked up from your phone as you heard some steps rushing towards you. Your eyes narrowed in worry as you noticed that the black haired bed head seemed to have been looking for you everywhere. You assumed that it only occurred to him they you would be waiting for him in the same spot where you meet up after practice.
“What’s wro—“ Your voice was cut off by his arms pulling you towards him in a strong yet loving embrace. By his lack of words, you had already figured something overwhelming must have happened either at practice or with one of the advanced classes he was taking.
There weren’t many people around anymore since it was about two hours past school hours and most people’s club’s had already ended, so you didn’t have to worry about someone passing by the two of you. You knew this moment in time was something that Tetsurou wanted to keep between the two of you.
It took you a moment to get your thoughts together, silently melting into him as your hand rubbed small circles against his back. Your lips slowly parted and you spoke twirly and softly.
“Do you want to come over to my place? I’ll order us food.” You tried to negotiate with him to make him feel better, and it seemed to have worked as he pulled away with a smirk on his face.
“Maybe I should get upset more often. I don’t really see you like this often.” He joked, causing you to snort.
“Next time I’ll just kick you into a better mood.” You replied to his little joke, pulling away to grab him by the hand instead. You lightly pulled to motion for him to walk. “Now—walk and talk. What happened?” You finally ask.
He accedes to your gesture and begins to walk hand in hand with you. He shrugged and looked up as he explained. “Being a captain and president isn’t easy work, you know.” He said nonchalantly.
‘Ah, so he is overwhelmed. And it’s college application season…’
“Trust me, I know. The student council doesn’t take excuses for late paperwork easily. Besides, it’s college season. You can take a day off, you know.” You reassured him.
He only responded with a small laugh. “I guess so.”
The walk back to your house was rather quiet, but it was a calming quiet. The Sakura trees were in full bloom even as the sky turned from a shade of orange to a soft shade of pink and purple.
“Thanks.” Tetsurou’s voice filled your ears suddenly as you neared your house. When you had looked up to him with a raised eyebrow, you noticed that he wasn’t looking your way. Rather, he was looking straight ahead. Seemed like he was a bit embarrassed when it came to things like that.
You smiled and leaned into him, your head against his arm.
“Any time.”
Gojo—
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“Sooo…are you gonna explain that last message or…?” You tapped your foot against the wooden floors, your back resting against the wall behind you whilst the man in front of you took off his jacket, leaving him in a button up. His glasses hung low on the bridge of his nose. He threw the jacket over to the couch beside you, which distracted you. You turned your head to see the jacket land, but ended up feeling Satoru’s arms wrap around your waist and pulling you up.
You gasped in surprise, looking at him in bewilderment as he carried you over to your shared bedroom. He plopped you down on the bed and joined you shortly afterwords by laying damn near on top of you, knocking your breath out of you.
He then sighed dramatically. “Just tired.” He mumbled as he buried his head at the crook of your neck. In turn, you sighed at his antics, but you knew he would usually laugh it off it wasn’t something important.
“The strongest can express his emotions too, you know~?” You spoke in a sing-song voice, trying to motivate him to speak.
Unfortunately, Satoru was not a man that would budge so easily.
“The strongest has to stay that way for his fiancée to actually want him.” He retaliated.
You rolled your eyes and smacked the back of his head. His glasses fell off his face and landed on your chest. You picked them up and closed them gently to place them on the bedside counter. When you turned back to look at him, he was looking at you with his crystalline eyes.
“I like Satoru, the man who goes crazy over kikufuku. Having ‘Gojo’, the strongest man, is simply a bonus. Now if you were a bum like a certain beggar, then that would be different.” You reassured him as you raked your hand through his hair.
Satoru laughed at your explanation before placing soft pecks to your collarbone.
I few minutes of the same routinely affections, you pat the back of his head to signal for him to get up.
“Are you gonna eat the kikufuku or are you just gonna let it get hard?” You asked him with a feigned annoyed voice. However, his next words caused you to push him off of you.
“Something else is already hard unfortunately. Do you wanna deal with that first~?”
“Yeah, you’re done. I’m eating them by myself.”
He quickly got up to run after you, chasing you around your house as you tempted him with the kikufuku in your hands, a grin on your face. He eventually caught you after letting you have your fun and made the two of you fall on the couch with him on top of you. He grabbed one of the kikufuku and took a bite, whilst you bit the other end.
The Strongest was a title given at birth, but Satoru is who he chose to be. It just so happened to be the person you chose to be with for the rest of your life, too.
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I am posting this half asleep bcs I have work tmrw morning 😾 (im going to blow my head off)
Anywho, I hope everyone liked it!
I’ll knock out the next requests tmrw!
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can i request a kenan yildiz one? where him and reader have a heated fight in the morning but in the evening they had planned a date beforehand, they still intended to go and when they are getting ready he cant do his tie as usual and reader helps him with that and somewhat they forget the argument they had that morning, hope this is enough to sparkle your imagination! and thank you <3
So this was a little late but it's fine
Afterthought
Kenan Yildiz x reader warnings: none, just some fluff
You and Kenan had had an argument, like you often did now. All of the arguments started the same, with Kenan overworking himself and with you doing everything at a slow pace. Normally it’d just be the two of you creating some space between each other and letting it rest but today you two had a date planned at an upstage restaurant that charged cancellation fees so not going wasn’t really an option.
You had started getting ready very early like you usually do, taking an everything shower, giving your hair some extra attention and starting on your makeup very early so that you could go as slow as you wanted while listening to some music. You were done with your makeup way earlier than you expected but you didn’t really mind it much since now you had more time to pick out an outfit.
The dress was something you had picked out in advance and had bought for the occasion so that wasn’t something to worry about, what you did have to worry about were the shoes and the other accessories you wanted to pair with the outfit.
With your nails freshly done you decided that matching the shoes to the nails was the way to go so wine red stilettos it was. You concluded that you wanted the attention to be on the dress and not on the jewelry so you stuck with some small, chunky hoop earrings and a few dainty rings.
As you were almost done with putting on your outfit you noticed Kenan struggling with his tie. Usually you’d tie it for him but since the situation was still tense, you settled on waiting a little longer before stepping in to help him.
In the end the ask for help or to help didn’t come from you but from him. He turned around with a soft sigh, his eyes pleading but you waited for him to explicitly ask you for your help.
“Liebe, can you please help me with my tie?” He softly asks you, nervously fiddling with the fabric of the tie as if he’s afraid you’re going to refuse. “Sure, Kenan.” You reply with an equally soft tone, approaching him and quietly beginning on his tie, he looks like he wants to say something but the second his lips part he stops himself. “Talk to me.” You whisper, encouraging him to talk about what he’s feeling and thinking and he swallows before nodding, his hand finding the hem of your dress and fiddles with it, a nervous tic.
“I’m sorry..” He starts, his voice trailing off as he tries to find words. “I’m sorry about calling you lazy and slow, it wasn’t fair towards you because you’re not lazy or slow, we just work at different paces.” He tells you a little more confidently and your heart softens a little, skipping a beat. “I don’t know why i said it, i was just frustrated and everything was just pent up and i snapped and i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have snapped at you, it wasn’t okay and i hope you can forgive me.” He tells you, his fingers brushing against your upper thigh as he continues fiddling with the hem of your dress. You finish tying his tie and you gently pull his face down because the height difference is height differencing and you gently press a kiss to his forehead.
“Of course I forgive you, I'm sorry for yelling back.” You tell him, looking into his eyes with a soft smile on your face, moments like these make you fall in love with him all over again.
“You look beautiful in that dress.” He mutters as he admires your body in the dress you had chosen. He adores you, every part of you, even the things you’re insecure about. He loves the way you look and he wouldn’t want you any other way than the way you feel most comfortable with considering looks.
“Thank you, love.” You reply, looking up at him with adoration before pecking his lips. “Let’s get to that reservation, wouldn’t want to be late.” You tell him with a grin, before pulling him out of the bedroom and down the stairs all the while giggling, your hands intertwined as much as your souls are.
And this again proves that everything will truly be alright even though sometimes it doesn’t feel like it will.
So i've been trying to lace in some positivity to body and mental health into my posts, i'm not sure if it's noticable but i've been trying and i hope that it reaches the people who need it the most because even though it might not feel like it, there's someone out there who cares about you
(and if you really think no one does think again because it's me, i care about all of you)
but i just want everyone to feel loved and special
anyways this request was from i think two or three weeks ago so sorry for the lateness i was just a little busy with everything going on in my life
and i promise the other request will also be written very soon
lots of love xx me
(oh and also for the dress i was imagining the Halter Backless Satin Mini Dress in white from Bosom Blouse but you can picture any dress really)
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reader pretending she (or they) doesn’t love peter back when he confesses because she is scared to lose him as a friend if they break up so after some angst and pining and avoiding feelings they end up together? ty!
main thing
(peter parker x reader)
summary : you're scared of losing peter as a friend by being more than friends with him.
contents : fluff, small angst ig, she they pronouns used!!! kind of short and rushed im so sorry but i love this concept a lot so thank you anon !!! 🫧🫧
a/n : im back!!!!! im really sorry if my writting is messy and stuff cuz i haven't been writing fics for months noww,, anyway i hope u like it 🫧☃️☁️ and a little rant here um i have this exact situation with a girl- i like her a lot and i knew she liked me back but i also happened to know that if we were to be together it will not last very long so we just ignore whatever is there between us. but don't worry lovelies r and peter's ending won't be like mine <3
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the hallway between classes were so full. crowded by students walking in eight cardinal directions. your head felt dizzy, it's like you're seeing everything underwater. your steps came to a halt when you were met with a row of lockers. palm against the cold metal as you gain back your stability.
peter must've seen you from the other side of the hall. frowning as he took in your state.
he walked over to you, cautiously. "you okay?"
you looked up to meet his eyes, immediately closing them back when the ceiling light hit your vision. "not feeling well."
peter placed his left palm over your cheek, rubbing them softly to soothe you. he didn't know if it helped but he smiled nevertheless when you nuzzled your face further into his hand.
you wanted peter to give you a hug, maybe his shoulder can be a good resting spot for your heavy head and his warmth can relax your muscles.
and of course. peter did. without you even asking.
"wanna go to the infirmary?" he asked softly, rubbing the side of your head as you completely lose all energy, so now he's the one that held you standing.
"mmh," you replied, not having the energy to form real words.
"alright then let's go," peter started to pull away but stopped midway when he felt you struggling.
"pete, i'm sorry i can't, i have to lay down," you whispered. so soft and low. if he weren't that close to you, he wouldn't hear it.
"that's alright, just slow steps," he encouraged.
he missed his class but he didn't care. he just wanted to be there with you. showing his affection because of his new slash old found love he has for you.
your migraine has not subsided at all the following day. you decided, for good, to skip class. there's no point in going to school when you're sick anyway right? you'll have ended up in a worse condition by the end of the day.
peter was searching for you left and right, he knew you were sick and he is worried sick about your whereabouts. he called you several times already but you never picked up.
when school finally finished, which for him was the longest six hours of his life, he immediately went to your house.
your mother was the one greeting him, saying that you're resting in the comfort of your bed. he went upstairs, after getting your mom's permission, and knocked on your door softly. "hey, it's me peter, can i come in?"
you gave him a very soft hum, thanks to his advanced hearing he can hear you just well.
you were lying on your bed, covered in tons of blankets. peter felt warmth rushing through his chest, seeing you like this. he approached you slowly and kneeled beside your bed.
"how are you feeling?" he asked ever so gently, hand on your shoulder with the blanket in between.
you peeked an eye open, your room was dimly lit, only your vanity lights were on. "better than yesterday," you answered, pushing yourself up slowly. "the migraine is not as bad as yesterday, my head is hurting- just a little."
"oh okay," peter replied. "do you need anything? i can bring you food or drink or water? do you need painkillers?"
you smiled, reaching for his hand, "i'm fine pete, just cold. can you turn up the ac please?"
peter did just that, jumping to his feet to take the remote.
after that you fell into a deep sleep again. peter was there the whole time. he was thinking about... stuff. stuff he wants to tell you.
he sat on your bed right beside your blanketed legs, his hands over them. he looked at you, your sleepy face, perfect hair, soft cheeks. you are his friend. best friend in the whole world. no one understands him like you did. just a few months ago he realised that his feelings may have grown.
it's not just a friendship kind of love but a lover kind of love.
he recalled the amount of time he had cried on your arms. laughed together with you. talk about embarrassing things he had done and had regretted. nobody knows him like you do. and peter would not let anybody know him like you do.
you're the only person that he can be vulnerable with. the only one that he can just be himself even if it's not the best. the only one he trusts.
"what are you thinking over there?" your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. he gave you a smile and you gave peter space for him to lie down.
"just thinking about thoughts... ?" peter answered but it's more like a question.
"thoughts about?"
"nothing."
"you know you can always tell me anything right? no matter what it is," you assured the boy.
"yeah..."
"so...?"
"you're sick right now, you should be resting," he said instead.
you sat up, stretching your muscles as you scrunched up your face. "i feel a whole lot better now... hey do you want some meal and we'll talk about whatever you are thinking about? cause by the look of your face, it's something that has been bothering you hm?."
peter thought about it for a while, but he really didn't have to. it was about time for him to tell you how he feels. he just hoped that you feel the same way.
your mom brought the two of you dinner to your room, you thanked her before she left and urged peter to eat. "pete?"
"yeah," he cleared his throat, "um i don't really know how to start this."
"it's okay, you can take as much time as you want, i'll be here," you said as you take a spoonful of the dinner.
that's also another thing about you that made his feelings even more clear. you never pushed him. always waiting for him to be ready.
"i like someone," he started. you stopped what you were doing and turn your focus fully on him. your heart felt like it has been crushed. "i know we never talk about y'know- this kind of stuff together but the thing is, i like her so much maybe i even love her, i don't know yet though cause i don't really know how love feels- but i sure do like her a lot."
"and does she know this?"
"no... but she knows now" peter answered, hoping that you'd get what he meant.
"what do you mean?"
peter sighed looking down at his lap, "well she's my best friend. my only friend actually. i really really want to be more than friends with them because she is everything to me. i smile every morning because i know i will see them later that day. i spent most of my time thinking about the two of us together. and you know just how worried i was when they didn't go to school because she was sick."
"peter-" you warned him.
"y/n, listen to me-"
"peter please don't," you whispered. you thought you would be jumping and giggling if peter ever confessed to you but instead it's the complete opposite. you don't want this. you can't have this no matter how much of you wanted him.
peter's eyes were brimming with emotion, shiny tears fighting their way not to roll down. "you don't feel the same do you?"
you wanted to say yes. yes you feel the same, you like him so much and that's what you're so worried about. "peter it's not that easy. we- we can't," you shook your head.
peter's brows knitted together, he was bitting the insides of his lower lip. "that's ok. i'll just go home now. i'm sorry for making things weird yeah? just forget everything i said. tomorrow is a new day." he forced a smile before he is out the door.
just like what peter has said 'tomorrow is a new day' so you acted like yesterday never happened. you walked into school, seeing peter by his locker. you smiled at him. "morning!"
"morning, y/n," peter said back, voice cracking.
"let's go to class," you suggested.
through out the day everything was just like how it used to be. you still sit besides each other. still eat lunch together. everything was the same... except that peter can't look at you for more than three seconds and you two don't talk as much anymore.
peter still walked you home, though there is no goodbye hug.
you wondered if you had made the wrong decision. what if you just accept your feelings and let peter in? but the thoughts of ever, god forbid, breaking up with him is what makes you back away from accepting his love.
you love peter so much. more than you can ever say. in a world of boys he's a gentleman. he proved so today. even after getting rejected and having his own heart torn into pieces, he still walked you home.
the next day though, peter seemed to be avoiding you.
you tried to come to him several times but he just gives you short replies. you couldn't blame him. he has every right to do so.
it has been two weeks since. you missed your peter so much. you missed his cheeky smile. his science jokes. his laugh that never fails to make you smile.
sure you can live without peter parker, but would it be as exciting? would you let the only person that knows you best slipped away like that just because you pretend to not return his feelings?
it was such an emotional rollercoaster. on one hand you want to wake up beside peter, but on the other you worried that he'll realize that he's better alone so you'd break up. you want to cuddle up next to him, but you fear he'll get sick of you and break up.
why does every intimate thought of him always ends up with breaking up?
you tried to bottle up your feeling until you can't anymore. so here you are now, knocking at his door.
he opened up, looking as tired as one can be. now that you really look at him, you notice his beautiful freckles that doted all over his nose and cheeks, his smile lines around his eyes, his pretty eyes that you love so much. even in his exhausted state he still looked so- so perfect.
"y/n? what're you doing here?" peter spoke.
"i want to talk to you." you mumbled, looking down at the pavement.
peter was silent. complete silence.
"i want to tell you that i do like you too, peter. i was just being dumb because you're my best friend for years and if we ever get together, what will happen when we break up? i don't want to lose you. so by pushing my feelings aside i can just continue like nothing happened... but i can't stop thinking about how i have hurt you. i completely denied and hurt your feelings and i can't forgive myself for that."
peter put a warm hand over your shoulder, rubbing his thumb back and forth.
"it's fine. if you don't want this then we don't have to." he said.
"but i want this."
"you do?"
"yes but-," you took a deep breath, "but what if we broke up?"
peter shook his head at that, "we haven't even got together yet and you're thinking of breaking up?"
"it's not funny."
"y/n look at me, i love you. i will not let that happen. and if you really think about it, what is there to be the reason of our break up?"
"i don't know something might come up."
"we know everything about each other, we understand each other. if there's something, i'm so so sure we can work it out," peter placed a hand on your cheek, forehead touching.
"really think so?"
"of course," he replied. "i'm also sorry for saying that so suddenly. i should've known better."
"it's okay peter, we're here."
"yeah we are, and we are not leaving each other yeah?"
"promise," you said.
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Hi !!! Hope u had a great day:)
I’d like to request some fluff with maybe Kuroo or Akaashi?
Take care of urself, love u (nd ur works !!)💗
hi!! thank you so much and ty for the request! take care and much love babes!! i kinda ended up using this more fluffy req as a backdrop for a kenma/kuroo/reader series idea i had ;)
warnings. sfw, fluffy / nsfw to follow in future parts
info. fem!reader / kenma-esque!reader / flirty!kuroo / kuroo with a crush / TA!reader / collegeau / quiet-shy!reader / future kenmaxreaderxkuroo / 900 words. reply to be added to taglist
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If it wasn't for how slow this class dragged, Kuroo never would have raised a hand for the TA to come over and look over his syntax file.
But he had no intention of staying later, nor getting a shit grade because his lines were wrong, so he resorted to somewhat-desperate measures. Not like the guys at his table were any help, anyway. Two of them never got off their phones, and one was packing up after he breezed through the assignment.
Glazed eyes rolled, semi-jealous, mostly disinterested, over the seat becoming vacant next to him. Try-hard.
It filled with a much better view. How hadn't he noticed the TA was a chick before?
"What's the issue?" You asked, unbelievably quiet and even.
A couple clicks on his keyboard, which he noticed was not perfectly clean at this moment, and a different file replaced the first.
The light reflected back in your eyes- big, and wide, yet completely expressionless. It was familiar, in a way, and he felt almost drawn into you to look for how, or why. He leaned closer just by an inch.
"Nothin'," He mumbled, eyes bouncing back and forth from your face to his laptop, "Just wanted a check."
You didn't look at him. In fact, you weren't going to. He stared at the side of your face and found that you harbored none of the same curiosity for him.
Did he know you from somewhere else?
Unlikely. You looked like you didn't get out much.
"You should take a look at your third line, it's off," You sighed, glancing around the room to locate two more hands up.
Just as you started to stand up and leave him to figure out what was wrong, his chatter demanded that you stay a moment longer.
"Couldn't you just- I don't know, tell me what's wrong with it?" He smirked.
You turned towards him, unamused, and he realized exactly who you reminded him of.
A very handsome, entertained grin filled his face while you explained that it's not your job to do his work.
In the middle of your next sentence, he shamelessly cut you off in a rush of excitement, eyes darting, curious but certainly not innocent, over every bit of you.
"That's it! Kenma-," He chuckled, leaning back in his seat.
"--What-, what?" Your brow furrowed, just about the only emotion you had expressed yet, at his off-putting and ill-timed realization.
"You're just, uh-," He tapped his pencil, tentative, on the desk, and let it go, "You're totally my buddy's type."
"Is that a joke?"
"No! No," He smiled and rubbed his face, clearly occupied with a flurry of thoughts, and somehow settled on, "You should give me your number," In the midst of it all.
You turned around without another word and left to help the other students.
He sat, dumbfounded, still grinning open-mouthed as his pencil rolled off of his desk and hit the floor.
Part of him just couldn't believe he was so off of his usual game. He couldn't recall any other time he had been shut down like that; at least not by a girl.
And yet, it further proved his point since that was something Kenma had done to him multiple times.
He stayed for the entire class just to talk to you again. He had slightly more intelligence than to try and get your help again, so he waited until the room cleared out and you were packing up to attempt smoothing things over.
You visibly straightened, book clutched harder to your chest, when he approached.
"I'm sorry," Kuroo held his hands out in a way that made him seem a bit more harmless, but you didn't let up, "Honest, I didn't mean to freak you out back there."
The guy was tall -towering, even- and his black t-shirt left little to the imagination. You didn't often associate with guys like him, if at all. It threw you off that he kept trying to talk to you.
Your nose was scrunched just a little. Exactly like Kenma when he got upset about something. This time, he kept his cute aggression to himself with a sobering breath.
"I'm Kuroo." He held his hand out for you to shake.
Oh, God. You hated handshakes.
He bit back a smile.
"I'm... (Y/n)," Hesitant, you returned it and tried not to think too hard about how giant his hand was.
It got a lot harder the longer you looked up at him. You felt your face getting warm when you noticed how broad his shoulders were, even when stooped down to come across as more friendly.
"I get not wanting to give your number out," He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, "So I'll just give you mine."
It wasn't until later that you realized there were actually two numbers written down, and you would have no clue which one was his.
"You sure you don't wanna go grab a coffee or something?"
His crooked grin was something out of a romantic novel, but all it did was make you shrink. His even bigger grin told you he already knew the answer.
An instant no- every part of you wanted to get away from this guy so you could just relax again.
"Fair enough," He wasn't subtle in the way he glanced around your face, your hair, your eyes, before tearing himself away, "Just think about it, yeah?"
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The Game Snippet:
“There,” the star smiled as he slid another flower into her hair, finishing the flower crown of lavandula and bougainvillea, a compromise they’d reached after she’d abruptly shot down his idea of tying her up to give the game more realism. “beautiful, aren’t they?” He’d whispered as his hand gingerly reached forward, gently tucking a braid behind her ear. Her heart was thundering in her ears as she’d struggled to make out his next words. I knew from the first moment I saw them that they’d look rather stunning on you.” “See Corvias?” he grinned in self satisfaction at the crow perched on his shoulder. “What did I tell you?”
He cleared his throat, looking away from her as he muttered under his breath, “... I’ve said too much.”
“Surrender our princess to us now you foul beast!” Kirk demanded as he pointed his wooden sword towards the star’s chest.
“Are you asking or telling me?”
The kids lowered their makeshift swords as they exchanged glances. “Will you give her back if we ask nicely?” Phoebe asked
“Hmm let me think about it,” the star hummed as he tapped his chin with his finger. “Hmm no I don’t think I will.”
“Well then we’re definitely telling you to give her back!” Thatcher affirmed as the other children nodded confidently.
“Why tell when you can take?” The star asked as he gestured to Asha sitting on the fountain next to him. “Come. Retrieve your princess.”
The kids were rightfully hesitant as they once again exchanged glances. “Well there is only one of him and a lot of us.”
“He also looks kinda slow,” Kelsi whispered.
“He probably is,” the star drawled as the children sheepishly quieted, watching as he turned his attention back to Asha.
“So,” he started, leaning against the space on the fountain next to her. “You come here often?”
“Cepheus I live here.” she’d replied, using every ounce of self-control to not seethe or panic.
“In a fountain? I’m very sorry to hear that.”
“Cepheus that’s not what I meant and you know it!” she snapped, as the star pushed himself forward. It was only at that moment did she noticed that all the children had disappeared, where they’d gone so quickly was-
“We warned you!” came Diego’s voice as they reappeared, quickly surrounding the pair on either side of the fountain. “CHARGE!” he screamed.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” screamed Eda.
“Have mercy on me! Please!,” Cepheus cried, swiftly side-stepping her, before he’d quickly moved out of the way of an incoming Thatcher. He took a few steps back, focusing on the children ahead of him as he lifted his arms in the air, simultaneously catching Diego and Kelsie who’d attempted an overhead attack.
Neither kid said a word as Cepheus set them both back on their feet, evidently too stunned to speak as Daryl began his attack, wildly swinging his wooden sword at the star. “Hey! Hold still!” he protested.
“I’ll try,” Cepheus sniffled, moving out of the way just in time for Thatcher and Daryl’s blades to abruptly clash to both boys’ astonishment.
“Princess,” whispered a soft voice as Asha turned, catching sight of Phoebe and Aelar crawling towards her. “We’re here to rescue you!”
“So the others were-?”
“A distraction!” Phoebe proudly smiled. “Now c’mon we have to go before-,”
“CAW! CAW CAW!” cried Corvias and several other crows as Phoebe covered her ears. Asha wasn’t sure just how long Corvias had been here but her cries were all it took to summon the star who leaped over Daryl and Thatcher, nearly far higher than any normal person should have as he landed next to Asha.
“How..how are you moving like that?” Phoebe exclaimed.
“Vegetables,” the star humorlessly replied. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” his arm wrapped around her waist before quickly pulling her to his chest. “I think I’ll be keeping this princess. Thank you.”
“Oh no, you won’t!” Edda cried as the children regrouped.
“Care for another dancing lesson, Asha?,” he aksed, moving Asha out of the reach of her soon-to-be rescuers and onto the fountain’s edge in one fluid movement.
Had Asha not been so distracted by the star’s smile, then she probably would’ve felt a modicum of pity for her rescuers who hurriedly climbed onto the fountain with them, moving this way and that as the star continued to dodge, using one hand to keep her from their reach, while using the other to every now and then catch and balance the attacking children.
“Thank you,” Diego grumbled as he was safely lowered to the ground.
“You’re welcome,” the star smiled, sweeping Asha off her feet before catching the collar of Thatcher who’d dove from the other side of the fountain towards them. In a split second, he’d lowered Thatcher carefully onto the ground next to Diego and the rest of the very defeated-looking children, before placing Asha back onto her feet.
“Are you alright princess?” he’d asked her, his eyes lingering on her arms that had placed themselves around his shoulder.
A part of her had hated how he’d smiled at that moment, as she’d angrily shook her head, and quickly removed her hands from the star. “Well seeing as how I’m still captured, I’d say no. I am not alright.”
He laughed, evidently oblivious to how her heart had begun to race as she felt his hand rest on her shoulder. It hadn’t been as intimate as how he’d held Amala, nor how he’d held her before they’d come across Silver’s ship. But his warmth was a much softer feeling than the one that currently ate away at her face. She frowned, trying to ignore the strange heaviness welling within her chest as she pressed the back of her hand against her cheeks and forehead. “I think I must be coming down with a fever-,”
“A fever?” the star stopped laughing as he’d looked her over. “Are you sick? Do you need medical attention? Food? Water? Maybe I could-,”
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHH SECRET ATTACK TIME-!” Daryl yelled, charging forward with his sword in one last attempt, as a sudden stream of water quickly emerged from the fountain and splashed him in his face. “Retreat! Retreat! Ahh!” He cried.
“Did you seriously just announce your surprise attack?!” Asha exclaimed as she looked past the concerned star to the still stunned-looking group of children. “Why!?”
“I didn’t expect him to counter it…but he’s too strong.” Daryl sniffed. “He’s even got the fountain on his side…”
Cepheus laughed, the concern in his eyes melting away as he faced the crowd of children. “A valiant effort, my young little knights! But as you can see- ultimately futile.”
“It wasn’t futile!” Diego complained as Daryl wiped some of the water from his face.”It just….didn’t work as intended….or at all, honestly.”
“I don’t understand how he moved like that…” Phoebe whispered.
“He literally caught me mid-air!” Thatcher added, staring at the star in awe.
“He’s definitely not slow either,” Edda pointed out. “I’ve never seen anybody move that fast!”
“Too strong?! Too fast?! You guys aren’t giving up on saving me are you?!” Asha cried.
Edda shrugged, “I dunno, I hear democracy is all the rage nowadays. Maybe we don’t-,”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” Asha snapped as the star barely stifled his laughter.
“Looks like you’ll be here with me for a while,” he commented as he took his seat back on the fountain once more. “Or who knows. Maybe even longer.”
“Longer?” She sputtered.
He nodded. His smile vanished as he leaned forward, staring deeply into her eyes. “Yes. Days. Nights. Weekends. Maybe even until the end of time Asha.”
“No-,” she stammered, quickly looking away.
“Yes.” He grabbed her hand, looking somewhat serious.
She shook her head, “No! Please!” She turned her gaze to the onlooking crowd of adults who’d looked on in amusement. “Please! I need an adult-,”
The star smiled, “I’m an adu-,”
“A responsible one!”
“Never mind,” his expression soured as he released her hand.
“Guys please!” she begged. “You can’t leave me with him-,”
“So how are we supposed to save you then?” Edda frowned.
“Strategy!” Phoebe cried. “We need a new strategy.”
“Alright. But what?” The children huddled together, murmuring in low voices that she was certain the star could still hear.
She’d nearly been about to warn them of this when she’d realized that he’d been distracted. Instead of watching the kids, he’d opted to turn his attention to Mrs. Bellerose’s stand, where Amala and her friends stood, examining the flowers.
“I think they should buy Tiger lillies,” Cepheus muttered to himself. “Don’t you think it would look good on them Corvias?” he asked the crow that had now reappeared next to him.
Truth be told, Asha thought those girls would look good wearing any of Mrs. Bellerose’s flowers, but as Asha caught sight of the less-than-friendly looks the kids were giving the star, she had a feeling that those flowers would be the least of her worries.
Maybe allowing a bunch of competitive kids to fight an equally competitive supernatural entity wasn’t such a good idea. But there’d been nothing against the rules that had said that the princess couldn’t help the knights out right? Surely she could save herself! After all who didn’t love and admire a princess who could save herself?
All she had to do was make her way back to her determined knights, which should be easy, given how distracted the star was by other girls.
Carefully she took one step. Then another, only briefly pausing to ensure that Cepheus’s attention was still primarily focused on the kids.
“You really think that will work against me?” the star asked, sounding less amused and more insulted as she braved another few steps away from him.
Oh no. She hadn’t meant for the star to catch her so soon! Not when she’d just started escaping! But to her relief, Edda had called “It’s worth a shot!”
Oh thank goodness. That had meant he was still distracted she thought as she began putting some respectable distance between herself and the star. Now all she had to do was circle around the stalls and then she’d-
“Asha?” Cepheus’s voice cut through her thoughts like a knife as she halted. Now both ‘dragon’ and knights were staring at her as she stood there, frozen.
“H-hello Cepheus,” she smiled, giving him a small wave.
“Hi Asha!” he smiled as Corvias stared at her.
“...Bye Cepheus.”
“Bye Asha!” he called as Corvias incredulously looked from him to her before fervently hopping. “Oh….OH- WAIT A MINUTE- PRINCESS GET BACK HERE!” Cepheus yelled as he took off after her.
“HELP!” She screamed once again as the star continued to chase after her. “THIS WAS A MISTAKE AAAHHHH-,”
“After them!” cried the children who followed in pursuit.
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After Dark | Albert Aretz x Reader
summary; Albert and Reader watch a movie together after he spends a long day filming for his channel .
warnings; none
notes; sorry I've been so inactive, I've been busy and haven't had motivation, hopefully I can start posting more often now . ♡ (sorry this is short)
(edit 7/19/23); lmao ty all for the likes even though it's short hehe, lmk in my inbox if I should write another albert scenario <3
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I've been scrolling through my phone for awhile now, mindlessly liking tweets and Instagram posts, waiting for albert to finish filming. He told me he'd finish around 7 pm, but it was now 8, and he seemed so occupied he wasn't even able to come out of his office to eat dinner.
I didn't want to disturb him so I just let him in his office and waited, and waited,, and waited. I think he's filming with Kaden because it's sounded like he's been talking to someone else.
"KADEN NO" I suddenly heard albert scream from his office, I almost dropped my phone onto my chin from the sudden alarm. Suppose I was right, I've met Kaden a few times before in the past, and he's really nice. I like his red hair, it's so bright red it reminds me of a tomato. I've also met some of Albert's other friends too, like Denis and Dani (Polarclub) and Temprist. They're all very nice people outside of their work, me and Dani are actually pretty close friends, and Denis is nice to talk to aswell, and his girlfriend is the sweetest.
"KADEN I TOLD YOU TO JUMP" Albert yelled, I sigh and find myself quietly giggling a little. Turning off my phone screen I decide to turn on the flat-screen TV that was kept sat on the black TV table across the king sized bed Albert and I shared. watching one of my favorite shows on a low enough volume for it to not disturb Albert's filming but loud enough for me to hear.
After what felt like the time span of 3 days, Albert finally entered the bedroom, looking worn out. "Hey" I speak softly, smiling at him. "Hey, did you make dinner earlier?" He asked, he probably felt like he was starving since he didn't eat, maybe I should've told him that I'd made food after all. "Yeah, but I didn't wanna be a bother so I just left it in the fridge for you." I reply, a hint of guilt clouds over his eyes as he sits next to me on our bed. "You never bother me, I wouldn't have care if you came in, my editor would've just clipped it out." His voice was slow and quiet. "I know, but I still would've felt bad." I responded as I slowly sat up, facing him properly.
"If you want I can go heat it up for you?" I say, in a question like manner, he smiles warmly at me and places a soft, long kiss to my lips, and I can feel it make my cheeks glow pink. I pull away and begin to stand and exit our bedroom.
When I enter through the doorway, warm porcine plate in hand with Albert's dinner, he's already lay in bed, the comforter pulled up to his biceps with a movie prepped on the TV screen, the lights dimmed lowly. I give him a small smile as I hand him his plate carefully. "I was hoping we could watch a movie together." He whispered down to me, pressing play. "I'd love to watch a movie with you." I mumble, kissing his cheek and snuggling myself into his side, attempting to be cautious of his food at the same time.
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Hii I’m here to request fnaf sb (pre-ruin) Headcannons or a fic :) idm either
I would like to request Moon with a child!Reader with insomnia who can’t sleep in the daycare.. like never,,
You can choose the gender of the reader :D
Have a great day/night!!
Hi hello there!! I am so excited to do this reply, I think it is very cute!! I am so sorry for all of the delays. I totally accidentally lost my account info and could not log back in after a comedy of errors with my old laptop. But! I am back now! I hope you enjoy~!
✦ The first time it happened, Moon acted the same as he would whenever a child would refuse to take a nap, picking the child up and tucking them into their cot (and perhaps tying said child down with streamers). However, as incidents of you being unable to sleep began to occur consistently, Moon realizes that there is more of a problem than just 'defiance' or 'not being tired' like other kids in the Daycare. ✦ Moon never asked directly, but he could tell that you had insomnia. From the way you would get so restless even when you were trying your hardest to sleep or the dark circles under your eyes. Truthfully, it worries him that you have such a condition, it causes his code to give him warnings about your state near constantly. ✦ During naptime, Moon will often gently take your hand and take you away from the other children. He does not think that you will wake them up, but he does not want any of the others getting any funny ideas on how they can avoid naptime as well. Not only that, when he brings you into the separate room he is able to entertain you so that you are not laying there restless and miserable in your cot. ✦ Moon notices during the day just how tired you are, how slow you blink, how often you yawn, and how lethargic you are compared to all of the other children. It makes him feel a certain way emotionally that he is not used to experiencing. When the effects of your insomnia are particularly bad, Moon will scoop you up in his arms and walk around with you so that you are not at risk of collapsing and getting hurt. ✦ If you do fall from exhaustion, Moon immediately will get bandages and an ice pack to tend to any of your cuts and scrapes. And then he will watch you all day long and try and keep you on the soft play pads. ✦ After talking with Sun, when it is time for naptime, Moon will make you warm milk with some vanilla extract and honey in it to try and induce sleep. Even though it does not work, Moon is happy to see you have a sweet treat to distract you from the fact that everyone around is asleep. ✦ Moon will sit down beside you on bean bags while overlooking the sleeping children to make sure no one is getting up. While he is not as good as Sun is at arts and crafts, he will try to make bracelets and other quiet activities with you. Honestly, it is one of his favorite parts of the day and you are one of his favorite students in the daycare. He is so much kinder and worrisome to you than he is to the other kids.
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I saw you wanted to write something about this and ykw I’d love to see it!! Could you write some headcanons (or whatever your comfy w) abt calling leon/showing up late at his house after you got into a bad fight w ur abusive bf? Im thinking mainly he comforts you nd then deals w the bf later
TY FOR UR ASK AND IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!! ok sooooo it's not like a full fic but it's a teeny bit more than a hc. I won't focus sm on the bf because I think it's a traumatic thing you know and people who might use this to cope might find it harder to relate or they might just be reminded of their issues so I'll keep it quite vague if it's ok with you. This is very vague so I think it's any Leon in mind! Enjoy!
Characters: GN!BestFriend!Leon x GN!Reader (Mentions of Reader's abusive partner)
Warnings: SFW BUT NOT A HAPPY FIC - Hurt / comfort. Mentions of abusive and just overall shitty partners. Mentions of Crying. One mention of being drunk. Mentions of abuse and victim self-blaming (the relationship really messed you up, sorry) Use of Y/N
Another horrible date ends with you storming out of what's meant to be your favourite restaurant, blaming yourself for everything you'll never be responsible for.
Your partner has a way of doing that: making you think it's you who's in the wrong, regardless of the fact that they were the one who was late and they were the one who wouldn't get off their phone and pay you back the attention you give them every day.
Again you'd been let down, and you stumble home in the rain, alone, because your excuse of a partner was staying behind to finish their meal. Your clothes are as drenched as your soul, heavy rain just about heard over pitiful sobs. You're in a world of your own, narrowly avoiding a trip or fall with each step, eyes too squinted to see more than a blur.
You're crying so hard you almost don't hear your phone buzz in your pocket.
It'll be that bastard, you think to yourself as rage seeps into your bubble of despair. What could they want now?
You've half the mind to ignore it. They're not used to you not answering instantly. They know they have you wrapped around their finger. Maybe they'll think something happened to you. And it'll be their fault.
Great.
..But then again, you don't really want that, do you? You're a good person. They've wormed their way into your head so well that you begin to feel guilty. You have to at least check... Maybe they're sorry-
Begrudgingly, almost ready to snap the phone in two the second you see that dreaded name, you pull it out to check. You're so numb you barely mind how the rain soaks the expensive screen in mere seconds. All you can bother to do is haphazardly wipe the screen across your clothing once before swiping your notifications down.
Between the gathering droplets, the message is, of course, not from your dickhead "soulmate" because really, they don't care about you. It's from Leon, your friend. And for a second, a smile almost comes to your lips. You slow down your pace and read the message, not noticing how your tears are already much less frequent. Leon's always been a sweetie. He's always there for you, and when he says he's got your back, oh boy do you believe it.
Leon never asks anything from you, he just loves you unconditionally... and you're sure it's just as platonic as you'd like it to be. He knows you care about him too, and he'd never give you any less than you give him. It must have been some kind of divine intervention that called upon him to message you now during one of your lowest moments. Or-
PLEASE don't tell me that was YOU crying outside just now.
Your jaw falls open in shock and your feet come to a still. You'd been steaming ahead on pure misery. You were on Leon's street already? Looking around confirms your suspicions as you wipe your screen again, shakily replying as tears continue to stain your cheeks. But before you can hit send, another message comes in:
THAT IS YOU OMG. Why the yelling?! Drunk again??
Just as you can finish typing out "Yeh, it was me, I'm going homes sorryyy", Leon comes bounding after you in the rain. He slows down as he gets to you, circling around to get a look at your face before draping his coat over your shoulders. He's smiling initially, glad to see you, but when his eyes meet your red, puffy ones, his face falls. His shoes are loose. One of his heels not even properly inside. He's wet from the rain, not even wearing a coat for himself. That's how quickly he left for you.
"Y-y/n..." His voice is small, dreading as he gently holds your shoulders, ducking to look into your downturned eyes "What happened?" Before you can even answer, his arms are around you, redirecting you towards his house and out of the rain. He practically pulls you along, trying to get you to shelter like a lifeguard escorting someone from the depths. You have no time to tell him anything before he's yanking you into his home.
Despite how wet and filthy you are from the hammering rain and muddy puddles, Leon barely lets you take any outside gear off. He leads you to his living-room - the sight both familiar and warming. You'd both shared many good memories here even though you hadn't been round many times. If Leon knew anything, it was how to take care of you and make you laugh. And that's why, no questions asked, he's covering you in blankets, holding you close and cooing gently about how you don't have to tell him what happened but that-
"If you want to tell me anything, I don't care what it is or how much there is, I'll listen."
After a while, you're able to come down from your panic. You're able to open up and tell Leon what happened this time. You can practically see his fists ball as he grips the blanket, pretending to only do so to pick it up and wrap it more tightly around you. He avoids eye contact. At times, it feels as though the news of your neglect affects Leon much worse than it does you.
He swallows thickly as you continue, and only when your voice cracks a little and you become teary once more does his gaze snap to you. He places a gentle hand on your cheek and once more ducks his head so he can be the one looking up at you. He respects the reason for your shy and defeated posture, not wanting to look up at him. He wouldn't have you go out of your way just to suit him. He's practically cuddled up to you, hands gently kneading you wherever it comforts you most through your blanket prison.
His eyes scream empathy and sorrow for your situation. The grimace of a scowl on his face tells you he's thinking about something, but you're not sure what. Maybe he's had a bad day. Maybe you're burdening him.
Here comes the guilt train again.
Your words falter and then you shake your head, sighing sadly. At least your tears are dry now.
"It's really nothing" You tell him, capping off a list of about a month's abuse and neglect since you'd last seen Leon. He shakes his head, almost offended.
"It's not nothing, Y/N, it's everything." His voice switches from a growl to a whisper after he catches himself on the first few words. He goes back to gently holding and petting you, sighing as he thinks very carefully about his next words. "You're a wonderful person. You're a good friend. I know you're the perfect soulmate too..." his face goes a little red. It seems he didn't think carefully enough about those words. "That sounded a little weird but what I mean is you can do better. Much better."
'Nails on a chalkboard' couldn't even come close to describing how Leon felt whenever you'd speak about how your partner treated you. For months now, it felt like within a few words, just describing your morning or text chat with the prick sent Leon to his own circle of hell.
It was tormentuous. Of course, it wasn't you. It could never be you. You were Leon's best friend. Hearing you open up to him was bitter sweet. He was grateful you were able to, but seeing you being weighed down and trodden over like this, it hurt him. You needed to leave that person, and so, Leon needed you to leave them.
He'd never told you really how he'd felt about that particular detail. He never wanted to be the bad guy, or to tell you what to do, in case it might draw you closer to your partner. Today, though, he couldn't take it any more. He wouldn't watch you suffer. Leon was going to do something about it, even if you didn't. Heck, he'd do it, even if you did first.
"You give this person everything. All your time, all your love, and I don't mean to rub it in at all, but to be honest... I want you to leave them. For yourself. You're strong and you might not need it, which is why you keep letting them do this, but you deserve someone who cares about you. Who wants you." He's looking into your eyes again, pleading for you to understand. He's begging you to just listen, just this once. Otherwise, you both know he'd let you walk all over him.
Truth be told, it didn't actually surprise you that Leon wanted you to leave your partner. You'd be lying if you'd said the realisation didn't gnaw away at you each time you looked into those eyes of his. You wanted to make Leon happy, and, contrary to his fears, you knew he was right. You'd take his side over any of your partners in a heartbeat, probably. You wanted to leave your partner, especially now those sobering words of Leon's had hit you. It was a rallying cry to stand up for yourself, and you so badly wanted to do it, but...
"It's hard." You whimper, shying away, hiding your face from Leon. Unlike your partner, he doesn't become enraged at your refusal, he doesn't lean in to catch your gaze or force you to look at him. He just stays quit for a bit before gently hushing you.
"I know, I know" He hums, barely audible - his words are so soft and quiet, fanning you. "I know it's hard." There's heavy truth to his words. Leon has always understood you, and he's been through so much, you know you're preaching to a harrowed choir.
"We've been together for months... I've never had anyone like that before. I can't just..."
"It's okay to be alone, you know?" Leon asks softly "I know that might be worrying you too... Not finding someone? But I promise you... I'll never lie about how lovely you are. Hell if you just turned around you'd see a line of people waitin'." There's a desperate tone to his voice. He needs you to believe him. But it also kinda sounds like there IS a line of people swarming his home. It makes you giggle, and that makes him chuckle.
"You know I'm being honest, right? I mean I might even-" He cuts himself off quickly and looks away. There's a small silence before he looks back at you, gently wiping calloused thumbs over your cheeks, brushing away any remaining moisture. Then, he sighs deeply "Listen, I know it's hard, but you're better off alone than with... with them, alright?"
It's hard to accept defeat but you nod weakly. You sit there together in silence for a while. Mulling everything over. Leon's right. You have to get out of there. And then it hits you. What if your partner doesn't just... let you go...
"But what if they-"
"I won't let them." his voice is firm, knowing exactly what you were going to say. He seems to have been thinking the exact same thing, and looking over, you notice he has that thinking look again, fists gripping your sides gently, protectively. "I promise I won't let anything happen to you, okay? We get you out, and we get you out in one piece." He looks into your eyes, this time, determined. His stare captures yours. You can't look away. You know what he's silently demanding, and you can't bring yourself to say no.
Weakly, you nod. "I want... I don't want to be with them anymore."
Leon lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and then seems to have a sort of 'eureka moment', but decides not to celebrate just yet. "That's great, Y/N. I'm... I'm happy for you." He gently rubs your shoulders a few times before getting up "How about I get takeout, yeah? This causes for celebration" He shoots you a playful smirk as he rushes to the kitchen to retrieve about 5 different menus which he then throws to you.
By the time you've escaped the four blankets he coated you with and decided what you'd like, he's got his shoes on and is ready to go. You get to your feet but are knocked back by a disarmingly playful glare. He chuckles as you fall back into the couch, defeated. "You're not going anywhere, buddy. I'm gonna get you some food, and when I get back, we'll sort things out. Okay? Just trust me, please." His look is soft. You feel completely cared for. And so, accepting his offer, you allow Leon to go on his way.
A while passes as you scroll through the shows on Leon's TV, all boring you. You'd rather be bored, though, than reading whatever abusive messages your soon to be ex had been piling up for you. You're exhausted. Curling up on the couch, you wait for Leon to get back. You feel so comfortable, and so soothed, and it's all thanks to him.
Leon was fortunate to find you asleep by the time he got back to his house. It gave him time to get changed into something more comfortable. It gave him time to clean his knuckles, and to remove any unsavoury messages that had accumulated on your phone (best friend password perks.) And by the time you woke up to the smell of your favourite food, it was still warm. He'd already plated it up for you, and you enjoyed it with your favourite choice of film. (Leon would NOT have it any other way.)
For a while, Leon's magic had drawn you from your problems, and it was only when you were drifting off for the second time that night that you even thought to check your phone. You were ready to do it. You were ready to leave that relationship behind. There was only one unread message, not a barrage of abuse, as you'd imagined.
Y/N. I understand that I've treated you poorly and for that I'm very sorry. You never deserved any of it. I hope you can forgive me, and I know you want out, so I think it's best for us both if we went our separate ways. I'll drop your things off at your mate's house tomorrow. I won't message you again.
That was strange, but it was welcome. And unbeknownst to you, you weren't the only one having the most peaceful sleep in a long time that night. Leon slept better than he'd done in months, maybe even years, and your ex, well. Your ex slept.
Thank you for reading this uhm it's kinda sussy we have no idea what happened to the ex ooo spookyyy!! imo Leon just beat them up haha Idk. Again I'm sorry this took so long! It was actually much more emotional and special for me to write haha so I hope someone out there likes it. Especially you, anon, if you're still around! Thank you! Thank you all for being here I love you all like crazy. If Leon teaches you anything here I hope it's that you're valid and important and that you matter, and not just to me!! To loads of people! Please believe in yourself and chase your dreams! Try and make time for your hobbies and aspirations! We're here to have fun and to live our lives!! Take some time out for yourself please, and remember you deserve love and respect and if people don't give it to you (when youve done nothing wrong) then maybe those people are smelly, and maybe you should surround yourself with a more positively fragrant variety of human. Love you!!!
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spicy ask here but can i request a drabble of elliot and farmer about to go down on each other and farmer reveals to elliot that’s he’s their first time (i’ve been obsessed with your work, i always love reading your posts and i love your disability pride month works, ty for making me feel seen :D)
a/n: so sorry that this took forever! between being in anti-horny writing mode and getting sick, i couldn't complete this in a timely fashion (>,<);; but i hope you enjoy this, nonetheless! (and tysm for the praise towards my disability pride month write a thon hehe)
wc: 595
warnings: nsfw, farmer's a virgin, gender neutral farmer (too many uses of the word 'hole'), sweet sappy love making, elliott's a good partner, safe sex, aftercare
summary: you confess to elliott that you're a virgin and he tries to give you the best first time possible
★ virginial bliss - elliott x farmer ★
Elliott hovered over your nude body, his freckled cheeks dusted red from the summer heat and the passion of the night's early foreplay. You looked simply divine, sweat clinging to your supple skin and your pupils as wide as saucers. His cock lined up against your lubed up hole, the mushroom tip leaking with pre-cum and eager to feel your warmth.
"Ellie..." you mewled to the writer. He focused on your face, appreciating every aspect from your eyes to your lips, as he responded, "Yes, my love?"
"I need to tell you something," you answered. Elliott pushed himself off of you and sat on his knees, "Oh! Is everything alright, dear?" he wouldn't proceed without your consent, waiting for your word like an obedient pup. You too sat up and wrapped your arms around Elliott, pulling back down on you, "Ellie..." you hummed, "This is a little embarrassing but..." you leaned into his ear, hot breath tickling his skin, "I'm a virgin."
"You are?" the redhead seemed stunned. How could someone as beautiful, as amazing, as sweet as you be a virgin? Nonetheless, he whispered back, "Do not fret, my love. I'll do my best to ensure that your first time is lovely as can be."
"You treat me so well, Elliott," you pressed a kiss to his neck, "I'm so happy that you're gonna be my first time."
"Of course," he resumed his position, tip of his cock pointing at your hole, "I'll go as slow as possible, please let me know if you need me to stop, alright?"
"Alright," you replied, holding onto Elliott's arms. Your nails dug into his skin, as he pushed himself inside of your warm hole, the foreign sensation of being full down in your hole made you mewl like a pathetic little kitten.
"Doing okay?" asked Elliott, pausing his entry. He was only half way in and already, you were melting from his cock, "Yes!" you exclaimed, "Keep going!"
Elliott obeyed and pushed the remainder of his cock inside, earning a choked moan from you. Tears swelled up in the corners of your eyes, but Elliott quickly wiped them away, "Let's take a moment, you will adjust soon enough."
You clung to Elliott, holding on tight until the pain in your hole morphed into unfamiliar pleasure. Your skin was on fire, your heart was pounding, and Yoba did you need to be fucked.
"Ellie!" you cried out to the redhead, "Please, please move!"
"Absolutely, my dear," he began to thrust, the sensation turning your mind to goo. All you could think about was Elliott, as he made love to you in that farmhouse bed. Elliott peppered kisses on your chest and neck while he thrusted into your hole, his mind consumed with thoughts of you.
It felt like an eternity before Elliott climaxed, trapping you in a vice with his toned arms while he shot ropes of cum into the condom. You soon followed him in climax, your body convulsing while you rode your orgasm. After a moment of rest, Elliott pulled out of your hole and discarded the condom, leaving the bedroom and returning with a wet towel from the bathroom.
"You did so good," purred Elliott, as he wiped any fluids off of you and kissed your face, "You did so very good."
"Elliott..." you pulled him into an embrace after he cleaned you up, "I love you," you confessed. Elliott's cheeks reddened at your 'I love you' and muttered back, "I love you, too," as the two of you drifted off to a sweet slumber.
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kyle as a sub omg pls. He comes over after a stressful day and you decide to surprise him by tying him up and relieving some much needed stress from the both of you
Release Me
ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!!! Warnings - bdsm, bondage, edging and a very flustered Kyle 🤤
Enjoy guys, it's 4:19am and I just busted this boy out, so sorry if there's any spelling mistakes!!
Stress. One word that everyone hates to hear, and when you put Kyle and stress in the same sentence, it never ended well. Kyle always did have a quick fuse, he couldn't help it.
And he was extremely stressed, he had a university final today, and you knew that soon all that stress would turn to worry, but before it did, you were determined to release all that pent up stress for him.
You'd noticed over the years you two have been together, that Kyle had a kinky side. I mean, who didn't. And while he enjoyed being the mostly dominant role, there also came a time for him to submit, and you had a feeling it would allow him to finally let his brain rest, because you were in control, if even for a short time, it's allowing his brain to fully indulge itself in the sheer amount of pleasure you were about to give to him.
You heard the door slam, and the thudding of footsteps towards the living room, and upon realising you weren't there, Kyle called out to you.
"Hey babe, where are you?" Kyle shouted.
"In here, baby." You replied, taking a final glance at yourself in the floor length mirror. Kyle gripped the door handle, stepping into your bedroom, his eyes landing firmly on you, his laptop bag falling from his shoulder to the floor, mouth open and eyes wide in shock.
"What's all this? Is this all for me, babe?" Kyle asked, his brow cocking, and you nodded, walking to him, his eyes watching how you moved, wearing a corset and matching panties, a smirk on your face as you cupped his cheek with your hand.
"I had a little plan for today baby, will you let me do that?" You cooed, seeing Kyle's eyes going soft already, nodding his head and you smirked at how easy he was to crack.
"Good boy. You wanna strip to you boxers for me and lay on the bed?" You spoke and Kyle just nodded obediently, and once he'd peeled his clothes off, he lay on the bed, and you crawled on top of him.
Your lips were pressed together already, hands roaming each others body's, and you gripped the ropes sat atop your beside table, lips never leaving Kyle's once, your hand already palming his clothed cock through his boxers, and you'll pulled away to fire him a quick wink before moving his hands above his head, binding his two hands together, pulling the final knot into place, you smirked at your work, your boyfriend's face almost the same colour as his hair.
You pressed a deep kiss on his lips once more, and after making out for a few minutes you moved down his neck, leaving dark purple hickeys as you moved lower, a smirk on your face, and you were gonna tease him till he broke, moving your way down his torso, licking a stripe from his waistband to his navel, causing a sigh of pleasure to leave his swollen lips.
Pulling his boxers down in one swift motion, took his cock into your hands, kitten licking the tip, hollowing your cheeks and taking him into your mouth and setting an agonisingly slow pace, making your boyfriend squirm.
"M-More." Kyle whined, and you gazed up at him, tutting before pulling away from his cock with a pop, and Kyle knew that look.
"Oh no baby, are you being a brat? You know what I do with brats don't you? They're punished." You spoke, licking the pre cum forming on the head of his cock, causing him to shiver.
"How about, I'm gonna suck your dick, and then I'm gonna ride you, and you're not allowed to cum till I say you can, understand?" You spoke, and Kyle nodded, knowing better than to argue or the punishment would only get worse.
And you reattached yourself to his cock, your pace a lot quicker this time, as your applied pressure from your tongue against the underside of his cock, a string of moans escaping his lips.
"F-Feels amazing." Kyle whimpered, gasps leaving him every few seconds, he really was a submissive little mess when he wanted to be.
You pulled away, climbing back over his body, and gripping his cock, rubbing the tip of it over your wet cunt before lowering yourself onto him, a gasp leaving both of you.
And you set your pace, not too fast, but not too slow either, and Kyle was a mess already, your hips rolling against his, he thrust his own hips against yours, diving himself deeper inside you, your hands on his chest to steady yourself, and your head hung back.
Kyle's wrists tugged on the ropes that imprisoned them. You knew he was close, you could feel his body beginning to tense up, and you upped the pace, your own moans starting to become uncontrollable, and you could feel yourself nearing your own climax.
"You're not to cum till I say so, remember?" You spoke, and Kyle nodded quickly, his bottom lip caught on his teeth as he kept thrusting himself inside you, raising your hips enough for his cock to move in and out of you.
And you felt it hit you, your orgasm came out of nowhere, and you could tell Kyle could hardly hang on any longer.
"Cum for me, and I'll cum for you." You spoke, both of your climaxes hitting you at the same time, your pussy pulsating around Kyle's spurting cock, both of your moans filling the entire room as you both called out for each other.
And you practically collapsed on top of him, just having enough energy to untie him, his arms coming to finally touch you, his head pressed against your breast, a sigh leaving both of you, and you pressed kisses to his flushed face, both of you trying desperately to catch your breaths.
"Damn... I wish I did finals more often if we get to have sex like this after every one." Kyle joked, both of you giggling together, smiles on both of your faces.
"I love you baby, thank you for helping me de-stress." Kyle spoke again, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and you smiled sweetly back at him.
"I love you too baby, and it was my pleasure. I love having you like that beneath me all whiny and bratty." You gushed, Kyle's cheeks lighting up red once more.
"Now let's get a shower and we can go for round two." Kyle spoke, earning a laugh from you as Kyle took your hand within his own, leading you to your bathroom. You were both in for a long night.
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✧Sticking to the Script✧-03
⋆。°✩ 03-inspiration? more like desperation
Xingqiu had been staring at a blank document with an empty piece of lined paper right next to him. The empty void of white taunted him. He sighed as he closed his laptop and put it back into his backpack.
"You okay?" Xingqiu looked up, and he saw Chongyun standing next to him. "Yeah I'm just stressed..." Xingqiu replied as he gathered his stuff and placed it into his bag.
"Don't you have a few months to finish it?" Chongyun asked. "We do, but it's supposed to be twelve pages at the very least." Xingqiu said as he rubbed his temples. He sighed again, "Sorry, this has just been bothering me for a bit."
Xingqiu started placing all his supplies back into his bag. He quickly got up from his seat waiting for Chongyun to follow. "Where are you going?" Chongyun asked. "The drama room." Xingqiu replied without any further elaboration.
"Why? You aren't actually going to audition for the play are you?" Chongyun asked with a concerned tone. "Thankfully I'm not." Xingqiu said walking out of the school's library with his friend.
"I'm going there for inspiration, some of the actors who audition are phenomenal and Romeo and Juliet is this year's production so there must be something I can use." Xingqiu said, his eyes sparkling in anticipation.
"You're just saying that because our library has no good romance books, aren't you?" Chongyun asked seeing right through his friend.
"You know me so well Chongyun." he replied. Yes that was part of the reason, but Xingqiu was a fan of theatre and the live arts. He still preferred books and literature, but he could admit that actors and live performances had their own merits.
The two boys continued their way down the stairs passing by several teachers and formally greeting them, they made their way to the auditorium, it was state of the art, with a huge stage and hundreds of plush, velvet seats.
Xingqiu and Chongyun sat near the front, Xingqiu eyed the students all over the huge room. Many held scripts and seemed to be memorizing their lines last minute. His eyes continued to scan the room before landing on a familiar figure.
You, the girl he had given his umbrella to
The two of you made eye contact, and he could see you quickly dart your eyes away, even in the dim lighting of the seating area, he could see your face flush.
"Hey Chongyun." he whispered to his friend, not wanting to interrupt the current student auditioning.
"Who's that girl over there?" He asked, gesturing to where you were standing, the two of them saw you get up to the stage to audition.
"Name and part?" Furina, the director, asked.
"(Y/N) (L/N), auditioning for the part of Juliet." you said.
"There's your answer." Chongyun whispered responding to his friend's question from earlier. The baby-blue haired boy glanced over to his friend as you started your monologue. Xingqiu looked star-struck.
"Xingqiu, earth to Xingqiu." Chongyun said as he waved his hand in front of his friend's face. "You good?"
Still completely focused on you, he whispered something under his breath.
"She's perfect."
additional notes:
-QUADRUPLE UPDATE LET'S GOOOO
-golly gee i wonder what xingqiu means by that
-y'all get the potential double meaning?
-chongyun thinks that xingqiu is head over heels for this random girl
-he may as well be tbh
-next chapter will be this but from y/n's perspective
-yes y/n is blushing over a boy that she barely knows
-look, she just went through a break-up, her standards are very low now
-xingqiu would be a great boyfriend tho
-oop did i just spoil the endgame
-oh well
-ty to @freyao7 for being my proofreader again
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✧Sticking to the Script✧
Pairing: Xingqiu x FEM! Reader
Genre: fake dating, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst (?), high school smau, modern smau
⋆。°✩-Synopsis: Xingqiu just got entered into a special writing contest, the type that's invite only, the theme this year is love, the only problem is that he has zero romantic experience. but he really wants to prove himself as a writer. meanwhile, you just found out that your boyfriend cheated on you, and you need to show him that you're 100% over him, the only problem is that there's no way you can get an actual boyfriend that quickly. clearly, the solution to both of your issues is to fake date each other. it shouldn't be hard for an actor such as yourself, all you need to do is stick to the script.
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Prompt 2: Horizon
Borrowing Eyrie from @impossible-rat-babies ! <3 Thanks for letting me write about them!
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"Minana!"
Her mother's panicked cries did not slow the girl's pace. For a wee thing of only six years, and a Lalafell at that, she was a fast scamperer. Peddlers along the rim of Horizon watched, amused, as the bob of bright pink hair bounced past their stalls, its owner rushing with such purpose to her goal by the stairs that she seemed like an arrow seeking a legendary beast--
But she drew to a sharp, precise stop the moment her tiny feet touched the edge of the chocobo's shadow. Bright green eyes gazed intently into black. The imposing chocobo stayed perfectly still; so did Minana. For a tense moment, they regarded each other.
Then the great bird turned away, if only because her rider had put a hand on her flank with a gentle murmur.
Minana didn't even seem to notice. Her eyes were fixed on the towering, majestic bird, like it was a phoenix given life and not something she saw everyday, albeit in a different hue.
The intensity of her gaze made her quarry's Vieran companion turn and take notice of her. They smiled, too, a gentle expression. "What is your name, little one?" they asked.
Minana pointed at their chocobo. "She's not Thanalan breed."
The bird snapped her beak, and the girl shied away. At six years old, a Lalafellin child barely came up to the knees of this Vieran traveler, and their impressive chocobo could very easily pluck that tiny hand off like a berry. But her handler stroked her beak and soothed her, so Minana's confidence was quickly restored, and she skirted around towards the Viera.
"She's not La Noh-scean either," she declared. "Not bulky."
"No, indeed not," the Vieran stranger agreed, amused. "Would you like to know what she is?"
Minana thought to herself for a long, intense moment. "She's--"
"Minana!"
A Lalafellin woman with similar pink hair and ruddy cheeks from running swooped in. She plucked her daughter up in her arms, then bowed near double at the traveler Minana had accosted. "I'm so sorry. She's just... She loves chocobos."
"It's quite alright," the Viera said kindly. Before they could get another word in edgewise, however, the girl had been dragged away kicking and screaming by her mother, who hissed something about a late dinner and getting grounded. Sensitive ears could pick up on the missus saying, That bird could have lamed you! Did you not remember what the other one did to your cousin?!
The entire situation resolved in under fifteen seconds. Eyrie stood where they were for a moment, blinking. Then they shook their head as though to clear the confusion, and led the mildly miffed Gingko to the shaded area.
"Eyrie," another peddler greeted them. "Good to see ye traveling by foot through the area an' not riding them fancy aethercurrents or whatever adventurers of that incline do. The usual?"
At Eyrie's nod, the peddler started laying out packs of ration, though unlike the fare she would sell to most of these travelers, these included far more dried fruits and berries. As she did so, Eyrie asked, "Who was that pink-haired girl and the woman?"
"Minana's the tyke, Mifana her mother," the peddler replied. "Lost her husband during the Calamity, she did, but she was a resourceful and indomitable woman. She done good for herself. Too bad the lil 'un is now old enough to run amok." She chuckled. "Might even have a future adventurer on her hands someday. No offense."
The dried berries and nuts looked too appetizing for a chocobo's sensibilities. Gingko slowly moved her head towards the treat, and Eyrie quickly pulled her away. "Do you see Minana often?" they asked the peddler.
"Everyday. What for?"
As they fetched the money to pay for the order, Eyrie also drew out something -- a long feather in Gingko's hue, indeed one of the ones she recently shed. It had been made into a sort of bauble by tying delicate dyed strings of green and blue towards the end, weighed by a hollowed marble. They had intended to gift it to some indeterminate person, but this seemed where it was destined to part from their possession.
The peddler's sun-wizened face softened as Eyrie held the feather out to them. She pulled a strip of cloth and swiftly wrapped it up, keeping it out of sight of fellow peddlers -- something made by the Warrior of Light would surely fetch sixteen times its weight in gold, and she was one of the few who would rather not weight gold with a little girl's joy.
"Do I tell her who it's from?" she asked Eyrie.
The vaunted Warrior of Light smiled. "It's from the adventurer whose chocobo she liked, obviously. And do tell her that her name is Gingko, and that she is a spoiled Ishgardian bird."
Gingko nipped at their ear for the insult and squawked, earning a bark of laughter from the peddler.
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Fanfiction Information [x] Chapter Title: Chapter 9 Song: N/A Release Date: July 16th, 2023 Word Count: 3.8k Content Warnings: lost child(?) Notes: I put a lost child warning on the chapter because I was unsure what I should actually put there. If you know, lmk and I'll update it as applicable. This chapter has 4 different POV's, and some of them overlap each other, so I've made a helpful timeline chart to show the POV's and what time everything was happening. That is at the bottom of the chapter, so refer to that if you need to. :) I'm aiming for next week to have a chapter as well. Will update as needed.
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Jasper's POV
"What did you want to go to the market for Lily?" Jasper asked, looking down at Lily as they walked. As they walked, Jasper noticed an influx of people around. He held his hand out for Lily to take a hold of as they walked.
Lily took ahold of Jasper's hand as she shrugged. "Last time we were there they had some candy I was kinda wanted," she said before she looked up at Jasper. "Can I get some?" She asked with a small smile.
"We'll see," Jasper said as they passed a large group of mercenaries. The group headed towards the area that the mercenaries had their tents set up. As Jasper looked around, he started to notice that the influx of people all seemed to be mercenaries. "Lily," he said as he turned his attention back to Lily, who had started to pull him as they got closer to the market.
"Don't leave my side today, okay?" Jasper warned as Lily slowed her pace.
"Okay," she replied as she continued to lead Jasper towards the market.
Once they entered the market, Lily looked around for a moment. After a moment, she pulled him in the direction of the same place she had been last time. One place they had always visited when coming down to the market was a place that had different types of ribbon. Aria often did Lily's hair, tying the ribbons that Lily had gotten from the stall.
"Busy day," the person behind the stall said to Jasper as Lily started to look through some of the ribbons.
"Busier than normal, yeah," Jasper said as he looked around again. "Seems like it's a lot of the mercenaries," he added as he turned back to the person behind the stall. Although his response wasn't a question, he waited, trying to see if they knew why there it seemed to be busy.
The person seemed to notice that Jasper was waiting for an explanation about why it was so busy. "From talking to a few people today, it seems to be because the mercenaries had the day off today." The person explained as Lily gently tugged on Jasper's shirt, getting his attention.
"Do you like this one?" Lily asked, holding up a ribbon for Jasper to see.
"That one is very pretty," the person behind the stall said with a smile. "You always seem to pick out the pretty ones," they added.
"I agree," Jasper said as he took a hold of the ribbon. "Is this the one you want?" He asked as he looked back down to Lily, who nodded in response. With her confirmation, Jasper handed to ribbon to the person behind the stall. "Just this," he said as he went to pull out some coins from his pocket.
"It's fine," the person said, waving her hand. "Don't worry about it," they said as they handed the ribbon back to Lily with a smile. "I'm sure you'll look very pretty with this. Whoever does your hair does a good job," they added, which made Lily's face beam.
"Thank you!" Lily said as she took the ribbon back. "Aria does it," Lily said excitedly, although her reply was drowned out by a loud sound behind her.
Everyone turned to look towards the source of the noise. A young boy carrying an arm full of things had fallen, causing a few other people to fall as well.
"Shoot," the young boy said as he stood up again. "I'm sorry," he said to those who had fallen as well.
"Stay here, Lily," Jasper warned as he walked forward, towards the younger boy. He bent down, picking up a few things that the boy had dropped in front of him. He piled them neatly before he held them out the boy.
"Are you okay?" He asked as the boy gave a small bow before he took the items.
"I'm fine, thank you," the boy replied as he took the items back. "Thank you, and I'm sorry," he said turning back to the people who had stood up now.
Jasper and a few other people collected the items that were thrown across the ground. Once they were all collected, they handed the items to the boy, who bowed slightly, thanking them again. Quickly after, the boy took off again, walking away.
"Where to now, Lils?" Jasper asked as he turned around again to where he had left Lily. Only, when he turned around, Lily wasn't there.
Jasper felt his stomach drop as he looked around himself. "Lily?" Jasper called out, looking around again. After a moment of looking around his general area, he looked to the person behind the stall. "Did you see where she went?"
The person behind the stall looked around for a moment, not seeing her either. They shook their head. "I saw her before the boy had fallen, but she walked away shortly after. I thought she was collecting some of the items," the person explained.
"Okay," Jasper said as he thought. He scanned the area again, trying to see if he could see her now. Letting out a sigh, he turned back to the person behind the stall. "If you happen to see her, please keep her here. I'm going to go look for her," Jasper said, waiting for a response.
The person gave a small nod. Jasper walked away, searching the area of the market for Lily. He spent about ten minutes searching around the market alone. He let out a sigh before he walked out from the market, looking around the surrounding area.
"Lily?" He called out, his voice laced with panic as he searched around for her. He continued searching the surrounding area, calling her name periodically.
After a few more minutes of searching the surrounding area, he made his way back to the market. He peered back over towards the stall, checking to see if Lily was there. He made eye contact with the person who shook their head, answering his silent question.
"Shit," he swore as he made his way back out of the market. "Lily?" he called again, his voice laced with more panic now.
"You losing at hide and go seek there Jasper?" Hebaron asked jokingly as he walked up to Jasper, Gabel following beside him.
Jasper ignored his question, instead posing one of his own. "Have you guys seen Lily?" He asked as they got closer.
Gabel picked up on the panic laced within Jasper's voice. He gave Hebaron a slight nudge before he responded. "No, we haven't, why?"
"Shit," Jasper swore again. "She was with me... Then I turned my back for a second... Now she's gone," Jasper explained. His stomach falling further as he now was saying out loud what had happened. "She's... Gone," he repeated.
"Shit," Hebaron swore as he himself looked around their general area. The three of them stayed silent as they all looked around themselves, but coming up with nothing.
"Can one of you go tell Aria, I'm going to keep looking," Jasper said as he started to walk away, leaving the two behind.
Lily's POV
Lily jumped at the abrupt sound. She turned in the direction of the noise, seeing a young boy standing up from the ground, apologizing as he stood up. The things he had been carrying were scattered on the ground.
Lily gave Jasper a nod as he walked forward, helping the boy in front of him. Lily looked around as Jasper helped the younger boy, her eyes wondering - trying to spot the place that had candy. Unable to see the place at first, she took a few steps in one direction, looking around again. Without her noticing, she kept walking around as she looked for the place.
After a bit of searching, she was finally able to see it. She turned to look back towards Jasper, trying to point it out to him.
"Loo... Huh?" She said as she tilted her head. She looked around herself, now noticing that she had actually walked fairly far. "Um..." She hummed to herself as she spun around, gripping onto the ribbon in her hand.
"Jasper?" Lily mumbled, still spinning as she searched for Jasper, worry setting in as she looked around. As she spun around, she felt tears start to well up. "Jasper?" she repeated, her voice shaking now, barely audible as she spoke.
"Are you lost?" A man's voice came from above her.
Lily turned towards the man, looking up slowly to see who was speaking to her. Once she looked at the mans face, she realized she had no clue who the man was. She felt tears rolling down her cheek as she turned to look around herself again, checking to see if she saw Jasper.
Once she finished her final search for Jasper, she looked back up at the man in front of her, who was still watching her. She lifted her hand, brushing off the tears on her cheek as she gave a small nod in response to his question.
"Come with me," the man held out his hand, offering it to her.
Lily looked at his hand, shaking her head slowly. "No," she whispered. "I need to find Jasper," she continued before looking around again, more tears rolled down her face.
"It's okay," the man said, retracting his hand. After a moment he knelt down so he was closer to her as he spoke. "I'll help you, but first we need to get out of the crowd, don't you think?" He asked, as he held his hand out again for her to take.
Lily looked at the man's hand again, shaking her head again. "I... I don't know you," she murmured, as she wiped the tears from her cheek again. "Aria and Jasper told me to stay away from people I don't know," Lily insisted, shaking her head once she finished.
"That is good advice," the man said with a slight chuckle. Lily watched as he pulled his outstretched hand back, putting it into his pocket. When he pulled his hand back out again, he pulled out a piece of wrapped hard candy, holding it out for Lily. "In that case, my name is Conan," he said still offering the candy out to Lily.
Lily looked at the candy in his hand, her eyes widening at the sight of it. Lily stayed silent as she looked at the candy, not reaching for it. After a moment, Conan continued speaking. "You can take it," he said with a chuckle again.
Lily lifted her hand slowly, taking the candy from his hand. Once the candy was in her hands, she inspected the candy before she unwrapped it. Looking back up at Conan, she placed the candy in her mouth. A grin spreading across her face as she tasted its sugary goodness.
"See? You can trust me," Conan commented as he watched her. He stood up, holding his hand out again for Lily to take. This time, Lily reached out, taking his hand.
Lily followed Conan as he led her away, unsure of where she was going. After a bit, Lily started to notice that they had left the market area, but she didn't think much of it.
Conan's POV
As they walked towards the mercenaries tents, Conan periodically looked down at Lily. He was surprised to see the girl alone, but even more surprised that he was able to get her to agree to come with him.
He looked around as they walked, keeping an eye out for Jasper. Once they got outside of the market area, he pulled out another piece of hard candy, handing it to Lily as they walked. She accepted the candy, unwrapping it again, and placing it in her mouth.
"Thank you," she said with a smile as she looked up at him.
"No problem," Conan replied before he turned back to look around, thinking. He didn't actually have a plan when he had decided to interact with Lily. All he knew was that she might hold information he would need if he wanted to get close to Aria right now.
After his last encounter with Aria, she hadn't left the castle at all. As a mercenary hired to help with the construction of the new port for Anatole, Conan did have access to the castle. But, he was unsure of where anything was within the castle.
As they walked, Conan asked Lily some questions. He knew this would be the easiest way to get information out. Many of the knights wouldn't answer his questions about Aria. So he used this time to get any information out of Lily that he could.
"So, you're staying in the castle?" Conan asked, looking down to Lily as he handed her another piece of hard candy as they walked.
Lily nodded, and took the candy again. "Yeah," she replied as she popped the candy into her mouth.
"What's that like?" Conan asked nonchalantly, now looking ahead of him as they walked. He knew getting information out of Lily would be easier, as she wouldn't question him.
"It's cool!" Lily exclaimed, her face beaming as she explained. "Aria loves it because we're right down the hallway from a library, so she has a lot of books to read. They also have some cats, who like to play."
"Although there are a few scary knights... They're so big... Kinda like you," Lily said as she looked back up at Conan. "Although you gave me candy," she added with a small giggle.
"That does sound like fun," Conan replied, smiling. He at least knew now that they were close to the library.
As they continued to walk, Lily kept talking about living in the castle. She explained her typical daily routine of going to to the library with Aria and Ruth. Or her occasional days she would spend with Jasper. Conan - half paying attention to Lily as she spoke asked her questions, letting her continue.
Before long, they had made their way to the mercenaries tents. Their conversation had petered out as Conan thought to himself. With the information he had gathered today, he had a good idea where to look now. He also knew that Jasper was out of the castle since he and Lily had come together.
"Lily," Conan started as he led her somewhere to sit down. "I'll go look for Jasper if you can stay here," Conan offered as Lily sat down. She replied with a small nod.
"Alright," Conan said, before taking his leave. He made his way toward the castle, ignoring everyone around him.
Ruth's POV
"Where was she, and who was she with?" Ruth asked Gabel, standing up from his chair. Before waiting for his response, Ruth started making his way to the door of the library. He had expected Gabel to answer, so he was shocked when he heard Aria's voice behind him, replying to his question.
"They went down to the market, her and Jasper," Aria said as she followed Ruth.
"When I left Jasper was going to go search for her again," Gabel added as the three of them started to leave.
The three of them hastened their pace, quickly making their way towards the market. Along the way, Ruth noticed the large number of people around today. Ruth let out a quiet sigh. Of all the days for her to go missing, it had to be on a day when all the mercenaries were around as well.
As they got closer to the market, they saw Jasper who was stopping a few people speaking to them. As they got closer they heard the conversation between Jasper and the other people.
"We haven't seen a child, sorry," the person replied, shaking their head.
Jasper let out a soft sigh. "Thanks," he replied before turning around, noticing Ruth, Gabel and Aria approaching.
"What happened?" Ruth asked once they were close enough.
Jasper gave them a short explanation of what happened. Half way through his explanation, Hebaron re-joined the group from his search for Lily. As Ruth listened to the explanation, he kept scanning the surrounding area for Lily.
"I turned my back for one second," Jasper mumbled once he was done with his retelling of events. "I've looked everywhere," he added, his voice defeated. "It's so busy today, but no one has seen anything."
Beside Ruth, Aria lifted her head to look around. "It is busy..." She whispered before turning back to their group. "Why is it so busy today?" She questioned the group.
"The mercenaries have today off," Gabel responded nonchalantly. "So all them are out and about," he added after a moment before he turned back to Jasper. "No one has seen her? At all?" He questioned, although he didn't get a response.
Once it was mentioned the mercenaries, Ruth watched both Jasper and Aria's face drop. Quickly clueing in, Ruth understood where their mind had went. He himself felt his stomach drop at the thought. If the mercenaries are off, that would mean Conan was as well.
After a second of silence among the group, Ruth shook his head. Ignoring the questioning gazes from Gabel and Hebaron - as they had watched the silent understanding between the Aria, Jasper and Ruth happen without being told anything. "Okay," he started before he turned, looking towards Jasper, Gabel and Hebaron. "We'll split up and cover more area. Hebaron and Gabel, keep to the general area. Jasper, come with me..." He said trailing off.
Once the three of them nodded in response, Ruth turned to Aria. As he looked at her, he noticed the slight crease on her forehead, as if she was deep in thought. Without thinking, Ruth reached his one hand out, placing it on her shoulder.
"Hey," he whispered, getting her attention. Ignoring the looks from the three around them, Ruth kept his focus on Aria. She lifted her head. Once their eyes met, he found himself drawn into a world of her emotions. Without words, he knew what her thoughts were, and what her feelings were. He knew she was worried that Conan had found her. She was worried about the previous cycle of Conan using other people to get to her was starting again.
"I... I'll go explain everything to Riftan." Aria whispered after a moment of silence in their group, all eyes turning to her now.
Ruth rose his eyebrows in surprise. "Okay," he replied, taking his hand off her shoulder. "I'll come find you if we find her," he added as he let his hand fall down to his side.
Aria nodded, before she looked over to Jasper for a second, her face still laced with worry. "Okay," she said after a moment before she turned around.
The group remained silent for a moment as Aria walked away. Gabel and Hebaron shared questioning faces as Ruth turned back. He ignored them, putting his attention back to the task at hand.
"Okay," he said as he looked towards Gabel and Hebaron. "You two, stay around here. She might still be here," he explained - to which they nodded. As he turned to speak to Jasper, Gabel and Hebaron started to walk away. "Come with me," he said once it was just the two of them.
Jasper gave a small nod, before they started to walk away. Ruth directed Jasper towards where the mercenaries tents were. Once reminded that the mercenaries were off, he had a feeling he knew where she might be - although he hoped he was wrong.
It didn't take them long to make their way to the mercenaries area. Looking around, Ruth quickly spotted Lily. "Found her," he said before he made his way over to Lily, Jasper following behind.
Once they reached Lily, she looked up, smiling once she saw Jasper. "You found me," she exclaimed as she stood up. "He must have found you."
Jasper and Ruth looked at each other for a moment before Ruth turned back to Lily. "Who is he, Lily?" Ruth asked, reluctant to know the answer.
"Conan," Lily responded nonchalantly. Ruth looked back to Jasper once she had responded. The two of them looked at each other as Lily kept talking, oblivious to their reactions.
"We talked about what it's like in the castle, before he told me he would go find you, Jasper... Which he must have since you're here now." Lily continued, looking at both Jasper and Ruth as she spoke.
A knot developed in Ruth's stomach. He had a question, although he already knew the answer to it. "Lily..." Ruth started, the knot growing bigger in his stomach. He started to regret letting Aria leave them beforehand. Though he dreaded the words that awaited him, he continued his question. "Did you by chance happen to mention anything about where you guys were staying?"
Lily pursed her lips, thinking back for a moment. "Uh," she said finally. "Yeah, I said we're close to the library," she answered, tilting her head slightly. She was starting to notice the worry on both Jasper and Ruth's faces.
Silence surrounded them. For the first time, Ruth was truly feeling anxiety. He thought about the fact that Conan now knew where Aria was staying. The worry etched itself onto his face. Lines of concern creasing his forehead, as he thought the myriad of possibilities. The weight of his concern bore heavily on his shoulders as he turned to Jasper.
"You and Lily go to my tower, stay on the first floor. I will go there once I've found Aria," he instructed before he took off. He started to make his way back to the castle, only stopping once he saw Hebaron and Gabel, who looked at him confused.
"Where's Jasper now?" Hebaron asked, once Ruth was closer to them.
"He and Lily are going to my tower." Ruth explained, ignoring their questioning gazes as he mentioned his tower. "We need to find Aria. I'll explain everything later." Ruth said before he started to make his way the castle again, the two knights following behind him.
The three of them quickly made their way back without speaking. Once they got closer, Ruth finally broke the silence between them. "I'll go check the rooms, and the library. I'll let you two split the rest between yourselves. If you run into Riftan, inform him of what's going on, and tell him to find me." Ruth instructed before he took off again, making his way towards the library.
With each step, his worry deepened. He couldn't shake the persistent unease that clung to him like a shadow. He should have stopped her from leaving when she had. As he opened the library door, he pushed his anger at himself aside, looking around the room.
The room was in the same state it had been when they had left a while ago. He let out a sigh, before he left the room, continuing down the hallway. As he walked down the hallway, he started to hear hushed voices behind one of the doors.
He looked around, confused at first. This floor was typically vacant. Except for Ruth, Lily, Jasper and Aria, no one else came to this floor, as it was just empty rooms, and the library. As he looked around more, he heard the voices again. Now closer, he recognized one of the voices. He turned in the direction the sound was coming from, and that's when he noticed who's door he was in front of.
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WIP Wednesday
A little bit from an upcoming chapter in my long fic In the Shattering of Things. Little meet cute for my Inquisitor and "Serah Bird".
I’m agonized on her behalf as Juniper limps her way back up the hill, the rock lodged firmly into her shoe making a racket on the bridge into the keep. It’s late enough in the day that I try not to bother anyone about it in the stable, tying her off and lifting her hoof up between my knees to have a careful look. No amount of prying with my hands will get this massive rock out, even after digging away the compacted dirt with my bare fingers. This project will need more leverage. I unfasten my jack and strip it off, slinging it over the hook on the wall of the stall beside me. I pray that a hoof pick might be enough, because the thought of trying to hammer it out without Dennett around to assist is a bit daunting.
I gather a couple tools that might be useful from around the stable, assembling them on a nearby stool. Clutching her firmly between my knees again, I brush away as much of the silt and gravel as possible to assess the sticking points of the rock.
“Maker, Juniper, you sure have good aim,” I mutter, wiggling the hoof pick under the obvious jam. I apply some leverage to no avail on each of the tight spots but the pick merely begins to bend. Juniper shuffles on her three legs and nearly knocks me over. “Hold still, you oaf. I’m trying to help you.”
A cloaked man leading his horse in glances over at me in some amusement as he ties his mount up near the water trough and starts removing the heavy saddle bags. His eyes linger on me as I reach for a screwdriver on the stool that I did not position close enough and gracefully, I nearly keel over into a mound of manure in the act. I bounce on my left foot until I regain my balance, collect my dignity and try at the rock again. I really don’t need the man’s scrutiny right now, but he seems bent on applying it so I do my best to ignore him. Cranking the screwdriver carefully so I don’t poke the soft tissue of Juniper’s hoof, I use her shoe as a fulcrum. Enough force is needed that I find myself wincing, knowing that the rock might achieve some distance when it finally pops free.
When the cobble launches forth, accelerated to a dangerous velocity across the stable, I stumble back against Juniper’s hind quarter and watch in slow moving horror as it makes contact with the man, pegging him squarely in the shoulder. The rock hits forcefully, but it only makes a muffled clank, and I’m relieved to discover he’s wearing armor, or pauldrons at the very least under his cloak.
“Sorry,” I manage in high-pitched humiliation. He reaches a long arm to the ground for the projectile and walks toward me with it with a shockingly easy smile on his face for a man who was nearly knocked out by my blundering. He stops a few paces away and I come to grips with his size. I’m a fairly tall woman but the top of my head only meets his shoulder.
“Quite the elaborate murder plot,” he remarks in a refined accent that I can’t place between Ferelden and the Marches.
“You have no idea,” I reply with a smile. “I’ve been planning this for weeks.” He laughs, handing me the rock.
“Better luck next time.” He runs his hand through his shaggy, longish brown hair as he pushes the hood of his cloak off his head. “Bet she’s feeling better,” he says, gesturing at Juniper. I glance at the sizable stone in my hand and then up at the traveler who has a charming face hidden behind a scruffy beard. He regards me frankly with an arresting sky blue gaze.
“Almost certainly.” I set the rock down and pick up her hoof again to inspect it. I glance up at him when he lingers. “So what brings you to Skyhold?” I ask, always interested in the people who drift our way.
“Door to door knife sales. Kitchen knives, utility knives, murder knives. I even have one that can slice clean through a metal pipe!” he says with a fetching grin. I tilt my head up to raise my eyebrow at him, my amusement emerging at the corner of my mouth and then glance down at his distinctive plate armor. “Seriously though, no, I’m here for hire. Mercenary work.”
“Is that so?” I ask, curious. He reaches a giant hand out to me in greeting.
“Barnabus Bird,” he says. I set down Juniper’s hoof, wipe my hand on my breeches and shake his gloved one.
“Quite the name for a mercenary,” I tell him. “Memorable.”
“It is, isn’t it?” he says, pleased with himself. “And your name?”
“Violet,” I improvise, knowing I’m a sitting duck with no one else around.
“And what does Violet do for the Inquisition?” he says as if he knows it’s a made up name.
“Official Inquisition weathervane adjuster,” I reply, matching the ridiculousness of his initial cover.
“A lot of weathervanes in the stables, are there?”
“You’d be surprised!” I untie Juniper and lead her into her stall, aware of my vulnerability around a hulking mercenary in a quiet stable. Barnabus Bird returns to his horse and continues unloading him, glancing back at me appraisingly. I pull my jack on over my filthy shirt.
“That’s an interesting mark for a weathervane adjuster,” he says keenly, pointing at the faint glow in my hand and the pale streaks that climb up my arm. Shit. I’d forgotten about the Anchor. I prepare to make my escape from the perceptive gaze of this nosy interloper.
“Of course, it helps me with my adjustments. A blessing from the Maker,” I say with a smile. I head out of the stable and turn around to bid my farewell. “See you around, Serah Bird.”
"Nice to meet you, Inquisitor," he calls after me. I shake my head at my foolishness, glancing down at the cursed green glow that gave me away. I hurry quickly back into Skyhold through the kitchen, wondering if he’ll be recruited by Cullen or Leliana or some combination of the two. His sheer size could be useful to our forces. But then again perhaps this knife salesman could be a decent covert operative.
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hey! first of all, we love and appreciate your blog a lot! lots of things have been leaned!
secondly - (sorry if this has been asked before) what are some basic things to tell friends/close ppl when telling them about the system? i normally give basic alter intros and cautions, but what are some important things to say to ppl who have absolutely zero clue what DID even is? i have a ton of things i want to say but i don't really know how to simplify what needs to be said.
thanks a bunch! -rey
Omg. Ty. I have been working on this blog sincerely, and im aware i can still make mistakes or have different opinions or solutions on topics, but its atleast about being genuine and not misinforming people for the sake of anything.
Your question is so good, and i exactly have 4 different types of friends i had encountered, which means im also suit for explaining tips to you from my personal experience, lets move on to the main point;
Telling intros and precautions of different parts to the person is short and straightforward, this should suffice for now because i wouldn't recommend bombarding a person with too much things at once. If you are trying to explain to a person who have 0 knowledge on DID, i say use any kinds of analogies along with simplified answers to explain this disorder, you could even give links (i read it myself before sending it to people to make sure its accurate) if its not enough. The "important things" you said for clueless people may look like letting the person know your parts are different 'facets' and never the same person, that you might have some triggers and you need to let the person know too, maybe telling that this disorder is more common than it is portrayed by society (perhaps people always thinks it is rare if they never heard it, and knowing its rare, depending on the person, may generate subtly negative responses even though not trying to harm anyone).
Now understand that we won't always get the perfect reply that we have in our heads.. these 4 types i ever met and take as examples, the one that is clueless, confused, but learning; the one that says they know DID but then say something as "is it like the split movie?"; the one that continued like nothing ever happened; the one that is also clueless but very curious. And i approached them according to their situation after hearing about plurality. Here is how you tackle all 4 of these as a bonus to your answers if atleast one fits my narrative:
Shocked/Confused but learning: you have to go very slow with this one, its like teaching a baby how to walk, but its explain bits of facts of the disorders, explain how you live differently compared to singlets, work on educating the principles of this disorder one after another, i also slide each part's name and its unique personality after the friend met them, on offtime (im a gatekeeper i can do this), memorizing one by one instead of all at once but this is just my way.
Educated but misinformed: i think telling the real way how this disorder works is much easier with this type of person, so the main thing you should address first is that split sucks ass, and then slam those truths and facts about what DID is all about, and then you're all done for now, just re-educate this person ig? Yeah.
Ignoring? Forgetful? Nothing happening?: yeah, not the best person i met, but really, it's either this person didn't chew the information and remember or it is just not comfy and prefer to address you as a singlet, the friend i have like this still respects the pronouns on whoever fronts but we have to keep telling her, but eitherway.. telling them you're plural is actually enough here. And i already respect the effort.
Curious but uneducated: i get along with this type of friend, they hear anything you say, and address the pronouns accordingly to each part who is present. it is still important to know that this person tends to make its own narrative of the disorder (because again, curious, maybe tend to understand in its own way) so you might want to explain the basics so this person doesn't start assuming something else, motivating them to read articles and other plural's experiences would also help you and the person a ton.
I really hope i had answered what you need, have a bright day you addicted totk gamer.
- j
#did#did community#actually did#did system#dissociative identity disorder#did osdd#plural#system stuff#sysblr#janswersask
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This is part one of a series I like to call ‘If Chucky had Reddit’. Each post will cover a different movie or season of his show, this fic is about Child’s Play One.
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e/Throwawaydollcrisis:
r/AITA:
AITA For Kidnapping a Woman and Tying Her Up in a Secret Apartment My Girlfriend Doesn’t Know About?:
I (33M) have always wanted a big family. I’ve wanted kids since I was a little boy, and I’ve wanted a wife ever since I learnt about the concept of love and marriage.
My girlfriend (29F) and I haven’t been able to conceive a child, and honestly, I can’t see myself with her in the long-term. We share some common interests, but she’s starting to grate on my nerves a tad, and she’s not really that pretty if you really look at her.
A few months ago I met a woman who I’ll call Sophia. Sophia (30F) was beautiful, and she had the most adorable little girl who we’ll call Bella. I fell in love with this woman almost immediately, and Bella looked like she could be my daughter, and I knew that this was the family I’d been waiting for. Unfortunately, she was married, and heavily pregnant. But I’m a decent guy, I’m willing to step up and raise both of these babies with Sophia, all I had to do was get her husband out of the way.
After the funeral, I approached Sophia and asked her out on a date. I wanted to take it slow, she was still grieving after all, even if he wasn’t good for her. But apparently, I’d misinterpreted friendly conversation as flirtation, but I was in too deep by now.
I kidnapped her there and then and brought her to an abandoned apartment near a toy store. She struggled a lot and tried to escape, so I had to tie her down for her own safety. I went to pick up Bella from daycare and when I came back Sophia was crying and said that I was an asshole.
I think she just needs time to accept her situation, but what do you think, Reddit? AITA?
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Comments:
BrideofPsychostein: WTF? I know exactly who you are you cheating bastard, stay right the fuck where you are, you’re gonna get a little visit from a close friend of ours. You just wait until I give Mikey a call, you’re in so much trouble, mister!
Reply - Throwawaydollcrisis: I swear to God Tiff, you always take this shit too far. This is why I’m leaving you, honestly, you can be such a bitch over something so unimportant, it’s ridiculous.
Skeptic372: Is this a joke post? This sub is for serious posts only��
Reply - Throwawaydollcrisis: Shut up, it’s serious. Doubt me again and I’ll slit your throat. I know where you live, asshole, your location’s in your bio, idiot.
EveryDayBatman: Just got an anonymous tip old Charlie boy, get ready.
Reply - Throwawaydollcrisis: oh shit.
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e/Throwawaydollcrisis:
r/AskReddit:
Hypothetically, could I transfer my soul into a doll?:
That’s just a hypothetical, but say… I was bleeding out in a toy store. No humans nearby, could I go into a doll? I mean, they’re human looking, right? Specifically I’m talking about one of those new Good Guy dolls. Please respond quick cause I don’t know how long I have left. Until curiosity gets the better of me, nothing else I swear.
Update:
Never mind, I solved the problem myself, thanks for nothing, guys. Really means a lot, y’know?
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e/TheGoodKaren:
r/dolls:
I’m so sorry if this comes off as rude or impossible, but does anyone know where I can get a Good Guy doll, preferably in the next eight hours?:
Please let me explain. I’m a single mother on a relatively low income, I have a little boy who’s six today, and it would make his day to have his new favourite thing as his very own on his special day. I’m really beating myself up over not having one now, but by the time he wanted one I’d already spent all the money I’d saved for presents and it was too close to his birthday. I’ve managed to find $50 in case anybody is willing to sell, please help me make my little boy’s birthday wishes come true.
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Comments:
Magpie: Karen, is that you? You should have just asked, I know a guy in a nearby neighbourhood who’s selling one! I’ll take you there after work, we wouldn’t want to mess up the little tyke’s birthday now would we?
Reply - TheGoodKaren: Oh Maggie, you’re a lifesaver! Thank you, you’re the best friend ever!
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e/Throwawaydollcrisis:
r/AskReddit:
Should I pretend that I was sent down from heaven by a dead kid’s father so that he’ll play along with my plans?:
This is a really important question, don’t let me down this time.
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Comments:
TheGoodKaren: Uh, I have a six year old son, and speaking as a mother, that is a horrible thing to do, op.
Reply - Throwawaydollcrisis: Shut up you stupid bitch, I already hate you, don’t make it worse.
MellowYellowVibes: I’m a child psychologist, and it can be really damaging to a child’s mental development if they’re lied to in such a way. I suggest you don’t do this, op.
Reply - Throwawaydollcrisis: Why is this sub filled with idiots?
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e/Throwawaydollcrisis:
r/voodoo:
Can you kill a person with their voodoo doll?
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e/TheGoodKaren:
r/LegalAdvice:
Can a six year old boy go to prison on suspected murder charges?:
My best friend died recently, she was babysitting my little boy and he was the only one home. She fell out of my apartment’s window onto a truck below.
My son swears he didn’t do it and that his new Good Guy doll killed her. The cops are getting concerned and I don’t want to lose my son. Could I perhaps plead insanity and get him off with a lighter sentence?
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Comments:
Truthisoutthere666: Trust the boy, it’s the doll. Check it later for yourself.
Reply - TheGoodKaren: Okay, I’ll do that later then…
ElectricDoc: I’m a child psychologist, Karen, the head child psychologist for your area. I think that perhaps your son should come and stay in my facility for a while, where we can heal his troubled mind. He wouldn’t be considered a criminal and could one day go on to live an ordinary life.
Reply - TheGoodKaren: I hate the thought of not seeing my son for so long, but if it’s what I have to do to keep him safe I’ll do it.
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e/Throwawaydollcrisis:
r/fashion:
Do trench coats and leather jackets look good on six year old boys?
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e/Throwawaydollcrisis:
r/LegalAdvice:
What’s the legal age to drink and smoke in the US?
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e/TheGoodKaren:
r/dolls:
Good Guy question:
Hi, sorry, me again. Are the new Good Guy dolls supposed to work without their batteries? I got one for my son a few days ago and it seemed to work fine, but I was just about to throw out it’s box today and realised that the batteries were still inside the packaging. Is that meant to happen?
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Comments:
Guest224: Speaking as a doll collector who’s recently finished stocking up on at least three of all of the different name varieties for this doll, no. Your doll must be a defect. Did you buy it from a reputable source?
Reply - TheGoodKaren: Uh, no. Should I be concerned then?
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e/TheGoodKaren:
r/LegalAdvice:
Is it counted as murder or manslaughter if you kill a sentient children’s toy?
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r/news:
“Chucky did it.” Andy Barclay aged six from New Jersey claims that his prized Good Guy doll is behind recent murders in his local area:
His mother supports his delusions, and claims that her son is telling the truth. Local eye witnesses report sightings of a short figure with long red hair in striped overalls reminiscent of the popular toy being seen near the crime scenes, and ‘Chuckymania’ has swept the neighbourhood into a frenzy.
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Comments:
IronaYitz: Hey, am I the only one who thinks that this would make a great horror movie?
DonMancini: I’d totally make it. I’m gonna see if I can get my friend Brad Dourif to star in it.
#chucky#childs play#charles lee ray#tiffany valentine#andy barclay#karen barclay#reddit#horror#fanfiction
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