#yeah he does some dumb shit. he panicked. sorry

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

If you could put one (1) other Pandava sibling (or two if you pick the twins) in the game for Arjuna to hang out with, who'd it be?

see bhima is an easy pick bc he has a lot of easy-to-write personality but I kind of want yudhisthira. ONLY if they give him actual nuance though bc it’d be easy to just write him as being a jerk or whatever from modern perspectives but tbh he kind of gives more of this vibe to me

where he’s trying to bail out the goddamn titanic except the titanic is everyone trying to kill him and his family and everyone killing each other is inevitable and also nothing ever goes his way and he will be the only one alive in the end. like let him be just so fucking stressed and trying to do everything himself and when it starts going sideways he internally panics panics and is like ‘hold on guys I can fix it hang on I’ll fix it’ but it keeps getting worse and oh damn we all got exiled again :( except he’s the oldest brother so he can’t just lie down and cry he has to like, walk it off and come up w a plan so they don’t all die (earlier than they’re supposed to)

UNLESS it’s the yudhisthira who got to heaven or after the war bc I think he’d be a good candidate for a ruler so he’d be more competent and focused on the spirituality side of things but even then his dad still decides to bully him so you know

[deadghosy]

Hi so I don’t know if you’re taking requests at the moment but a couple days ago I fell onto the concrete on my way to school and both my knee and leg were bleeding and needed one of those big patch bandaids so I was wondering if you could do like the Hazbin Hotel characters when there kid falls over and gets hurt like I did only they hurt both of their knees and they try fixing it first then they go to there parent and ask for help (no I definitely don’t struggle with asking for help what are you talking about) and they need like multiple patch bandaids on both legs, sorry if I bothered you with this request have a nice day/night

OOP I HOPE YOUR KNEE HEALS LOL! And yeah I don’t like asking for help either 🦆 also sorry if some of them are short because I didn’t write in order and kept skipping to finish other scenarios.✨

HOW THEY REACT TO CHILD! GN READER GETTING HURT:

Charlie

You were training to skateboard as you seen it on a dvd Alastor had for you. You seen how the human teens were skateboarding and wanted to do it as well.

And how did that go for you?

You fell with a face plant as you got up from the concrete from the pentagram city you known and hated for its crimes. You grumbled cursing yourself out as you kicked the damn skateboard as you wrench feeling a burning sensation in your knees to only look down and see them bleed.

At first you panicked like a dumb ass as you had a very shocked pikachu expression. But damn you didn’t want to ask mom….so you went to the hotel and go in your room grabbing some medical things.

You watched plenty of movies where they take the mc to the hospital…of course you can do this!

Time later, and you couldn’t get the hang of it as you actually tied your hands together with a wrapping bandage.

Charlie found you and snickers but grew concerned when she saw your knees. Good thing she was good at bandaging things.

So at the end it was a soft end as you had a cool skull bandage on both of your knees

LUCIFER

You were supposed to be in bed, BUT NOOO YOU WANTED TO BE A BAD ASS KID AND SAY NO!

You laid in bed with a grumpy face “fucking bed time…fuck bed times. I go to sleep when I wanna sleep…” you say under your breath. >:(

It was basically giving Eric cartman 🦆

You got out of bed as you sneak around the palace as you held your hand out letting out soft fireworks for a light source. Like hell…you didn’t wanna get caught but shit you were actually thirsty.

You went to the dinning room and go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You flew up with your three pair of wings and grab a glass. You smirked and turned around to find Lucifer, your father in his duck pjs tapping his foot with a raised brow.

You yelp shocked as you accidentally dropped the glass making some glass shatter as you flew to get away only to run into a wall.

At the end, you scrapped your knees by the wall somehow as the kitchen walls were brick and you slide down.

Lucifer tried to help you but you ran to your room as he sighs at his stubborn child…

“What in the world was they thinking…”

Alastor

You found out about your shadow like powers your father had and wanted to test it out as Alastor had his own shadow watch over you with a soft smile.

And how did that go for you?

It went kinda well you suppose as you did some shadow tricks and even shadow transportation.

But….

He found out you were injured before you knew yourself. His shadow grabbed you into his lap as he shakes his head in disapproval at you getting yourself at how you tried to shadow transport but ending up falling on your knees first from the air.

“My sweet little doe…you must be more responsible with your powers…” Your father said as his shadow counterpart wraps your knees in a bandage wrap

VAGGIE

You were skating around the hotel and wanted to do a 360° on the hotel stairs as you let out a gremlin laugh putting up a 🤟 as you said “YOLO!”

Cut to you on your face as your skate board is rolling away from your flat out body on the floor. Yeahh….you ate your own words as you didn’t think you would fail a sick trick.

You got up but hissed looking at your knees that has carpet burn..

“Shitttt” you said hissing still getting up as you grab a skull bandage and putting it both on your knees.

Your mom found out tho….and boy did she give you a huge lecture about skating in the hotel as you felt ashamed at making your two moms, especially the mom who is pouring peroxide on both of your knees to disinfected anything in it.

“You’re grounded from your skateboard….” “WHAT!”

Husk

“Kid the fuck happened to you…” Husk said as you had turned your back from him. Husk scoffs as his own child wasn’t responding to him. He grabbed you by the scuff of your shirt and you faced him with teary eyes.

Context: you tried to run downstairs as your favorite show was on but ended up falling down the stairs like a dumbass and slide like a cartoon character as you sobbed just laying there

Husk’s eyes soften as he sighs sitting you on the bar took grabbing a med aid kit and an alcohol wipe. Husk didn’t want to assume but he just had to say it.

“So..kid, you gettin' picked on or something?” He asked as you jolted shocked making him narrow his eyes as if it was the right answer

“What?! No! Pops I ain’t gettin picked on…”

“ then answer.” He said seriously..

You told him the truth as you promised him not to laugh at you….he laughed as you scolded him.

ANGEL DUST

Let’s just say…monkey see, monkey do.

You saw your father practicing his pol dance skills as you watch clapping and appreciating skills. Your eyes shine amazed as your father left you with some leftovers from last dinner the hotel crew had with you.

You ate waiting for your father as you hum peacefully with fat nuggets by you. Your little mind wanted to learn how to pole dance elegantly like your father.

So what did you do?

You got on that damn pole and bruised the fuck out of your knees. Literally you tried to get down safe, maybe like a fireman? As you slide down you hit your knees first than your feet as fat nuggets squealed worried for you.

Your father came in tired as he sighs. But then he instantly comes over to see what was wrong as you covered your knees with a shy smile as fat nuggets poke his cute little nose to your hands covering your knees.

You didn’t want to ask him for help as you felt ashamed for doing dumb shit but Angel takes your hands off your knees and sighed again.

“Jeez kid…if you wanted to learn the sport, ask the pro next time sweetie.” Angel says kissing your head as you nod with a soft smile

SIR PENTIOUS

You tripped on his tail falling on your two knees as the egg blitz jumped at shocked. Your father didn’t even noticed as he was just excited to make smoothies with you.

You didn’t cry…no…of course no-

You cried like a little bitch…

BUT WHO COULDN’T AS IT HURT YOU!

You held both of your knees as the egg boiz surrounded you trying to calm you down as your papa slithers by you trying to see what was wrong. One of the egg boiz named frank explained what happened. You tried to say it didn’t hurt and that you could stand up.

You stood up with wobbly bleeding knees with a weary smile as you face planted.

Yeah pentious picked you up with his tail and cried to Charlie at how he is a horrible father for harming you as you and Charlie tried to call him down.

He calmed down as Charlie helps while pentious kept asking if you were okay

ADAM

You flew into a window having glass shards in both of your knees as you let out a scream.

Cut to you being escorted by angel guards to your house as Adam was pissed and tired .

“Fuck kid…just..” he rubs his eyes as he pulled your ear inside and slamming the door to the guards.

“Ow! Dad chill the fuck out old man! Ow ow ow!” You yelled as you hid your wings while Adam grumbled with an irritated expression. Adam definitely gave you a smallest lecture while cursing you out at how he is tired of having the guards come to his door.

Adam sighs looking at your knees while you huff covering them. Adam tries to pull your hands off your knees as you flinch away from him. Now Adam was serious as he pulls your hands off your knees with force. Only for his eyes widen with shock to see your knees cut with glass shards.

“Oh you gotta be fuckin' kidding me….” Adam says as he gets up and goes to get med kit. As much as an angel can self heal in heaven. You are only a kid…so it’s kinda slow unless you are a grown adult.

“You’re gonna be the death of me you little shit..”

Lute

Lute was busy training the other angels for the next extermination as you smile eating some food your mom brought you “couldn’t whine” about be hungry. As you watch your mom be a badass, you tried to mimic her moves only to bust your cheek and fall on your damn knees as if you were praying to the lord himself.

You got up and see gold blood coming out of your knees as you covered a small scream and ran out of the room your mom was in.

She definitely heard you as she side eyed the door you left out of. Her suspicions grew when she was tracks of gold blood where you were.

She just sighed as she facepalmed and told the females to halt in their training as she flew after you.

HAH YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR MIND IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HIDE YOUR WOUND FROM THE BLOOD THIRSTY LUTE!

AND HER BEING YOUR MOM?! yeah fuck no…she’s immediately throwing you over her shoulder as she takes to a nurses office as you wounded yourself while she brought you to work with her….

For context, it was Bring your kid to work day…..🦆

So it kinda embarrassing having some of the angels coo at you while lute had a nonchalant face as she patches you up.

[psychwxrdd]

Hey! I’ve been wanting someone to do this idea for the longest time but could you please do Rafe and reader and trapped in singh’s hotel and they have to escape together? Like they hate each other but they’re forced to work together to escape!!

can you believe i was thinking about something like this these days? i loved it babe, not sure if that was what you wanted but i thought it would be cute like this

YOU?

summary: you have to work with rafe to escape singh's hotel, and it turned out you both have a lot in common.

warnings: none (possibly enemies to lovers someday?)

(gif is not mine)

"You're gonna act like a bitch the whole night? Seriously?" Rafe asked annoyed. As if you had any other choice.

"I'm not acting like a bitch, i just dislike you! And i'm being forced to stay here with you, so what did you expected?"

"As if i liked you!"

"None said that!"

"You think you're that much better than me? J- just chill out and don't bitch about it, i hate you just as much and i'm not complaining"

You sighed. That would be a long, long night.

And it was indeed, but not for Rafe. He slept like a baby, and you couldn't even close your eyes, thinking about how you would get out of this whole situation. You thought about breaking the window, it was so stupid, but you felt desperated. There weren't many options, any options to be honest.

You got ready for run against the window, when a hand grabbed your feet.

"What the hell are you DOING?" Rafe shouted.

"Watching The Goodfellas. What does it seem like i'm doing, dumb bitch" You tried to get rid of his hand, but he was an hell of a strong man.

"I'm serious right now Y/n, this is not a fucking play, he can kill you!" He said annoyed, pushing your arm to the bed.

"Don't touch me!"

"Look..." he got on his knees, raising his palms, trying to make you stay calm "I know you hate me, and i know you dont trust me and you're stressed, but so do i. And it would be much better if we could quit it just for tonight"

"Rafe, you're a murderer, you can't just expect me to sit here and look pretty while we're stuck, you think i'll wait on you for have a plan?"

"I'm not a murderer!" He said, panicking. Oh shit. "See it...you have done some questionable things to that i'm not throwing on your face!"

"I don't i ever-"

"God, shut up!" He shouted. You realized it was worthless to keep fighting, you both had the habit of running mouth around. Both stubborn. Both have a smart mouth.

"I'm sorry for yelling." He breathed. "But i really need you to listen to me."

For the first time, you did as Rafe told you to.

"See...I'm the only one you have now. And you're the only one i have. So we either trust each other and work on this or we're fucked"

You closed your eyes, running your hands through your face.

"Please..." he tried to put his hands on your knees, but you shifted and he stopped. "Just for tonight, or untill we leave this place. Lets forget about all outside, it's just us now"

You hated to say this, and you never imagined you would, but you had to agree with Rafe.

You stood up, sitting next to the door. Rafe stared at you in silence, and after a minute, he decided to sit by your side. Avoiding even looking at his direction.

His breath was heavy, you could tell he was anxious. You were anxious too. Who wouldn't be?

"I like your shirt" he said all of sudden. You laughed.

"Thank you?"

He nodded his head. You were wearing a Red Hot Chilli Peppers shirt.

"So you like Red Hot Chilli Peppers?"

You asked, your tone was almost cold, but you tried your best to be nice.

"Yeah, they're dope"

"Yeah"

You both stared at your own hands, awkwardly. But you couldn't hold your laugh for much more. And surprisingly, so did Rafe. You felt shocked by hearing his genuine laugh.

"You don't seem like the type to listen to them"

"Is there a type?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, i thought you liked Taylor Swift or something."

You giggled.

"I do like her, too."

"What else?"

"Anything, i listen to quite literally anything."

Rafe nodded. Another brief silence.

"I like Kid Cudi"

"Yeah you look like you do"

He stared at you with a frown and you couldn't help but giggle.

"Whats that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you look like someone who listens to Kid Cudi."

"Right, is that good or bad?"

"Nothing wrong with that."

He smiled.

"I mostly started getting into the Chilli Peppers because i wanted to connect with my dad, you know" You admitted. He didn't asked, surely, it was out of pocket, but you just felt like saying. It was starting to feel slightly comfortable to talk to him.

"I get it"

You both stared at each other.

"Most of the things i do are for my dad's validation, so... Yeah i know where you're coming from" He sighed.

"I'm sorry about it."

Rafe bited his nails. You never noticed how handsome he was, but now staring, he was really cute. You wouldn't say handsome...He was still Rafe. Maybe he just looked beautiful at that moment, being the first time you actually had a conversation and he wasn't talking about how much he hated pogues or high and acting like a jerk. He was acting like a normal guy.

"Thanks. I'm sorry for you, too" He looked at you. He always thought you were the loveliest thing, but you were always such a brat. He always tried to talk to you and all you ever did was curse at him. If it wasn't for that, maybe you two could have more conversations. He would like that.

"You have any idea in mind?" You asked, softly.

"What?"

"You have any idea in mind already? About how we're gonna escape?"

"Uh..." He caressed his buzzcut.

"You know, if we just...break the window-"

"No"

"Okay" you raised your hands.

Rafe stared at them. And then at you. His eyes were running all your face, and you blushed a bit, feeling uncomfortable.

"Stop staring, weirdo"

"I get lost when i'm thinking. Sorry"

He stared at his own hands, again.

"We could call him and beat him up, so we can escape" you suggested. Rafe chuckled.

"Thats your plan?"

"We don't have any other do we?"

He sighed, agreeing. It was stupid. But he was strong, he could deal with that man.

"And what after that?"

"I don't know, didn't thought that much far"

"We can run to my boat. I'll take you home."

You stared at him and nodded slightly.

"But only you, not those pogue friends of yours"

"There he goes" you rolled your eyes.

[lukabitch]

Hi there! So, I sent a similar concept to some other account (different writing styles,) but I’ve followed you for awhile and thought I’d ask you too! If your uncomfortable it’s totally ok 😅 But I was wondering how you think Ghostface, Frank, and maybe the Trapper react to a new survivor that turns out to be blind? How would they treat the survivor in the long run? (It can be the degree of seeing absolutely nothing or just faint colours)

Oh I really like this one! I’ll just make the reader completely blind. Thank you so much for the request Anon! :)

Cw: Frank is a bit of a dick, of course violence, and fluff.

I’m so sorry for the wait Anon. :(

Ghostface:

Oh this might be interesting?

He noticed you just sitting there you looked incredibly panicked and confused.

He’d walk up to you and kinda just stand there watching you.

When he does decide to talk to you he’ll be extremely delicate.

He lets you hold on to him while you explain that your completely blind.

He would explain and let you live for that trial. He’s not sure how your going to work on a generator but he thinks you can manage.

Honestly very excited you were new and different from the others. What more could he ask for?

He can’t help himself but scare you sometimes. He knows it’s rude and you always smack him for it but the cute face you make is priceless.

He helps you find stuff all the time.

If this man finds out that anyone was being extra harsh to you. He’s kicking their ass.

He finds himself being more protective over you.

Overall he is a very sweet boy to you and will hurt people to protect you. :)

Frank:

He’s a little shit.

He’s just mean to you and more than he usually is.

When he first found you were blind it was like a drug. A new exciting play thing for him!

Though when the initial excitement wore off he just felt empty. It’s more guilt but he can’t admit it.

He’s a lot more nicer to you after. The change was very off putting for you. 

He’ll leave you stuff trying to not let you know it was him. You could tell by his walking pattern.

When you do confront him about his behavior he acts like he doesn’t know what your talking about.

Turns out you are surprisingly intimidating to him and he cracks very easily.

He’s still a brat when admitting it.

“I’m not being nice to you I’m just pitying you is all.” Mhm yeah sure Frank.

You just let him do his thing with being nice to you. Sometimes you laugh because of how dumb he is about it.

He knows he can’t make up for the way he treated you. He just wants to make things easier for you.

Trapper:

He’s the nicest out of the three.

When he meets you he could see how scared you were.

He kinda just picks you up and puts you somewhere probably with a fellow survivor.

Giving you special treatment is his favorite activity at this point. He gets to piss of the entity and help you.

Out of the three he would fall for you. He likes that you can’t really tell he’s a brute.

He lets you escape even lets you stun him at times.

He visits you outside of trials to hang out and to check in on you.

He knows how the other killers treat you and beats the shit out of them.

He gives you gifts like flashlights or med kits. Yes they are stolen off of corpses.

He didn’t expect you to give him anything back though. He has a very hard time accepting the gifts.

One day you just asked if you could feel his face. He nearly cried when you said you thought he was pretty.

This man would and has killed for you and would happily do it again. :)

[imtooscaredforthis]

Tethered

Part III- Chapter 28: Connected

Mentions of: Stabbing, Murder, Threats, Danny being the sadistic perv he is , & Frank being a jealous and possessive shit

A/N: Impatiently waiting for AO3 to come back online so I can upload this chapter

Tags: @prettycutebunny @vandeaad @dead-bxxxxtch-walking @mama-miya @moonshineinasippycup

���What are you doing?” A voice called out of nowhere, making Frank jump and grab his chest. A familiar cloaked figure moved out from the dark shadows of the tree, standing before him. “Will you quit it with that stalking shit? It’s creepy.”

He snapped at Ghostface, who just shrugged in response, playing with his knife. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I was going for a smoke by the campfire, okay? Not like it’s any of your fucking buisness.” Frank replied defensively.

“Alright, jeez..must be a touchy subject…” Frank just rolled his eyes at the masked murderer, walking past him. Danny couldn’t have been up to any good. He never was. Not to mention Frank was doing something he really shouldn’t.

“But I don’t think you were just smoking, were you? You were watching the survivors.” Ghostface remarked, making Frank pause. Shit. He was on to him. “So what if I was? You do it all the time, and so does everyone.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think it was just any survivor, was it? After all, most of them are ‘boring nobodies’ not worth your time, except for when you’re slaughtering them..right? So who’s the girl, and why is she different?”

Fuck.

“What girl? What are you talking about?” Frank played dumb. “You know who I’m talking about.”

“No, I really don’t.”

“(Y/n).” Ghostface spelled it out for him.

“Who? I hardly know that girl. Even if I was watching her it’s just because I was interested in her conversation.” He lied.

He wanted to see if you remembered him, if you knew it was him, if you had missed him. But with the way you were sitting so close to Jake, he wasn’t so sure.

“Oh really? So you wouldn’t mind if I played with her. She’s beautiful, such a sweet, innocent, thing, I’d have fun breaking-”

“Stay away from her, you sick sadistic fuck.” Frank’s emotions took over him, and he grabbed at Ghostface’s shroud, tugging him towards him and leaning over him threateningly.

It took him a second to realize what he had just done. What he admitted to. Danny laughed at him, a low and taunting chuckle. “Don’t know her, huh?”

Frank thought he was over you. He had to be over you. It’s been years since he saw you and he wasn’t the same person he was with you. Not to mention he’s with Julie now, and he loves Julie..but the thought of Ghostface laying a hand on you enraged him.

“Don’t tell anyone about this, and don’t touch her or I’ll kill you.” Frank said, letting him go. “Don’t worry, this’ll be our little secret.”

Yeah, Frank was in some deep shit.

–

Jake winced as you kneeled above him, wrapping his waist with bandages. “Did you see who it was?”

“Yeah, it was Legion’s Frank. He seemed pissed..he chased me for a while twenty minutes before Bill distracted him.” He replied.

You frowned to yourself, as you continued to wrap the bandages around him, and just before you could finish up, your heart started to race. He was nearby.

Panicking, the two of you jumped into the locker. You were cramped together, breaths shaky and quick. “Sorry.” You whispered to him. He shrugged with a smile. “It’s fine.”

Unfortunately, he saw the trail of blood and put two and two together, tearing the door open, finding not only Jake, but you as well. You stood there, frozen, only being able to watch as Frank grabbed Jake by the neck and hoisted him upon his shoulder.

Frank basically body slammed Jake on the hook, making him howl in pain. It seemed like Jake was right. Frank was in a really bad mood. You should get out of his way while you still can. So, you did.

Meanwhile, Frank was furious. He fiddled with his knife, staring at Jake as he hung from the hook. What was this asshole doing? What was he thinking being so close to you?

“Seriously?” Jake hissed through gritted teeth when he realized that Frank was just going to sit and watch his suffering, refusing to let anyone save him from the hook. He tried to wriggle and escape, but it only made things worse. “I- I didn’t even do anything.”

“Stay away from (y/n). She’s mine.”

Jake’s eyes widened at that. So you were right. He had let you go and he has been kind to you. He wanted you…You knew all along.

“T-this isn’t the olden age. You can’t just claim people.” Jake replied, having nothing to lose. He was already on hook and camped by Frank, what’s the worst that could happen? “Not to mention. She’s scared of you..She doesn’t know you. But she knows you’re a piece of shit. All of you killers are. She doesn’t even want to go near you.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Frank slashed at him angrily, making him cry out in pain. Okay, he was wrong. It could get worse. But Frank hated survivors. He was sadistic and taunting. Not to mention he had a girlfriend. So why did he want you?

Frank knew he shouldn’t be doing this.If word got out about the truth, he’d be screwed. Julie would kill him, and you. But the sight of you in that cramped locker with Jake did something to him. He shouldn’t be that close to you. He shouldn’t be touching you. He doesn’t deserve you. He wasn’t good enough. No one was.

“What’s happening? Where’s Jake?” You asked Feng as the two of you worked on a generator. Three were already done, and he was nowhere to be seen. It was strange considering during a normal trial, most people would’ve been hooked at least once by now. But the only person injured was Jake.

“He’s being camped by Frank. I think Bill’s going to help him. It sucks for Jake, but it’s good for us because we have more time to work on our gens.” Feng explained.

“Oh, okay.” You murmured. You had a bad feeling about this.

–

Frank let Jake get unhooked, just so he could chase after him and mori him. He jammed his knife into him over and over, letting out all his rage and frustrations.

“If you come near her again, I’ll fucking kill you..I know you die here over and over again, but I’ll make things even worse. I’ll make your shitty existence a living hell. I’ll be watching..” He hissed, before jamming the knife into him one last time, and moving downward, gutting and killing him.

[winderlylandchime]

I had to wait to reply to your last message and to write this one because I know that my brother still at times checks your blog to see if there are fic updates (i now told him about subscribing to fics).

Anyway the reason I had to wait is because yesterday (the 6th) was his birthday and we (as in me and our parents) got him the full seasons collections box set from ebay. Our cousin found one that was a pretty decent price so we all got it together for him. And I couldn’t tell you about it when you said we should do that because we already had it and it was hidden at my parents house!! But he also saw that message and sent it to me saying ‘YEAH! Why don’t you lil shits do that for me? I mean it IS your fault, I’m like this now’ And I will forever deny that I did this because all I did was show him qaf…he did mind maps and diy merch and tell everyone and their mom about it.. So this is all on him.

ANYWAY! I do have something to tell you though about his birthday. We’ve been laughing about it all day and the minute my cousin told me the story, I thought of all of you who watched this monster be brought to life.

Like i said his birthday was yesterday and he got blacked out drunk with his friends to celebrate it. And then they went to his house to continue because and i quote from a video i got sent ‘i might be 37 but the party doesn’t stop bitcheeeeesssss’ anyway I was suppose to be there but work had different plans, so our cousin who was the designated driver, made sure to send me updates throughout the day and according to him (and also a too short but amazing video he sent me), my dumb drunk brother made EVERYONE watch fan videos of Britin. And not on tv or like hey let me show you something on my laptop. Nope, he stood in the middle of the living room, holding his laptop while kinda stumbling and the fan videos were playing on it. Apparently most of them were too drunk to actually pay attention, including him but they kinda caught a few glimpses and words and every once in a while, my brother would shush them to say ‘hey! The pretty boy is talking’ and when he wash asked who’s the pretty boy, he would try to point at the pretty boy (both of them) and obviously the scenes were changing so he kept going ‘him, him, him’ while pointing all over the screen. And then he pointed to debbie and a friend went ‘that’s a woman’ and he responded with *putting his index finger up to like prove a point* ‘actually, that’s Debbie’. I wish you guys would be able to see my cousins reenactment of it because it was hilarious. However I was told that the way the night ended was that he went to his room to get his phone so that he can and I quote ‘I gotta read some shit to you guys, you’re gonna fuck with it because I fuck with it, understood?’ and then when he didnt come back, our cousin went to look for him and found him passed out on the bed, hugging Brian the cat and his phone. And I have no way to actually prove this since he only remembers bits and pieces but I genuinely think he was about to “read” one of the fics he’s been reading to them. Today when we were all on facetime and our cousin was telling him/us about everything he did (this was just the tip of the iceberg, he almost fell down the stairs again) his only response was ‘i have no memory of any of that but it does sound like me, doesn’t it?’

So even when absolutely blacked out drunk, Britin is still one of the main things he thinks about. And sorry (again) for a late reply, I’ve been buzzing with excitement about him getting the box set but couldn’t tell anyone since he does pay attention from time to time and unfortunately he is no longer drugged out of his mind on pain pills. In fact I was panicking that I accidentally mentioned it in the last message I sent until you responded. Talk about bad memory

Dear sweet anon! I hope your brother knows that you got him the DVDs before I suggested it. I just want to be sure you and your family get full credit. Also, hello Brother… how are you doing fellow Aries? (My birthday is next week) (I’ll be in Vegas to seeing RPDR Live and hopefully finish my drag au)

I am dying over the image of your brother, drunk and swaying. making everyone watch fan vids and trying to point out Brian. And I am dying over “That’s a woman” “Actually, that’s Debbie” like she defies gender.

I am also a little dead at the idea of him reading fic. Out. Loud. to his friends. I’m curious which fic it was.

I’m very glad he did not fall down the stairs while black out drunk. We need to keep your brother in one piece. Now.

Also, brother, if you’re reading - Hi!

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts: #300

BBS Dialogue Prompts & Sentence Starters: [ 8 ]

SMII7Y

He absolutely fell on us.

You know, I’d really just appreciate it if someone gave me at least a little bit of pills.

You fucking addict.

This is why you listen to me, baby.

All I did was push him in the right direction.

Wait, he just robbed you?

Bro, you just knocked me out of the universe.

Are you going to get mugged?

He fucking got your ass.

Why are you panicking so much?

I saw you slow down, you little bitch.

I knocked it all out of my system.

This looks a little questionable.

Triple high-five, triple high-five.

We gotta count it down, bro, we can’t just go for it.

Can you just get your hand ready for a high-five, please.

I’m going to grab these vials, because I feel like we’ll need them.

Gimme those fucking pills.

I’m fucking traumatized.

Let’s OD him on blood.

VANOSSGAMING

Shoot anything that moves.

No cheap deaths, starting now.

That goes for all of us.

No, no, in the game, not in real life...

I actually think it's funnier not seeing what's happening.

Stop looking up answers, I want to figure out some stuff.

I gave you false hope.

I didn’t know that either.

What are you doing down here?

This is your plan?

BLARG

He looks so cute.

Yeah, I brought the wrong vehicle.

I lost you guys, I don't even know where the fellas' are.

Somebody rear end me.

I'm flying over my own yacht right now.

Oh my God, it brought me back to the start.

It's the police!

Is it stormy, why is it so dark?

Let's fill him with pee.

Not a live bear.

TERRORISER

I dropped the thing when I screamed like a bitch.

Where did you buy that fucking headset?

Does this kill you?

I swear I heard something in that factory.

Get on a bike, get on a bike!

You better get up here.

I heard they're into weird ritual shit.

I was hitting them but they just wouldn't die.

Yes, I killed someone!

In the name of Satan…sorry.

GRIZZY

I'm not going for the helicopter.

Listen, I feel like my presence is enough.

Did you all see that shit?

Now we have to pay for my mistakes.

What are the rules?

You know that I will.

I make my own dumb decisions on my own accord.

Move, you fuck!

Stop running from me!

That's why I'm not looking forward to it.

H2ODELIRIOUS

The whole world is gone.

Come and get hugs for free!

Get the hell off of me!

Is he trying to steal my car?

He’s talking mad trash about my books.

Let’s get out of here before we get killed.

Don't worry, I got him.

Help me, I need backup!

By the way, we have no idea what the hell we are doing.

Come on, use your brain.

BIGPUFFER

Round the fuck up, boys.

I'm about to pay money right here anyway.

Ya'll mother fucker's will have to warp.

You just run over it.

I'm trying to catch the flies.

Why the hell would that be a dead end?

Okay, we're all even again, it's like nothing happened.

What happened, I thought you never lose.

I don't know what this game wants from me.

Catch me.

NOGLA

You’re ruining the sacred drug den!

One of these are going to save me!

Take heroin, we’ll all be together.

We might get angry and kill each other.

You gotta get sober now.

Oh, now I’m the one in the fucking sober hole.

Don’t do that, that’s bad, that’s immoral.

Thanks for absolutely ruining the experiment.

Oh, I shot him twenty times in the arm.

Why aren't you picking him up?

[a-random-weeb]

Name:rei

Height:5’4

Eye color:black

Hair color:black

Hobbies: reading and crocheting

Likes: cold drinks, giving out physical affection, plushies, listening to music, murder mystery books/shows and spending money

Dislikes: people who make fun of my interests, people who are insensitive as shit, math actually I LOATHE math, people who are genuinely rude for no reason

Personality: very skittish and shy at first and will rarely engage in any kind of conversation or activities first but after a while I start getting comfortable and will often make dark humor jokes and prank people by lying about something harmless and after they start panicking too hard I admit it’s a lie.

VERY touchy my hands need to be on someone or I need to lay my whole body on someone in order to achieve peace, very bad memory someone will tell me to do something and I’ll forget it the next second or I’ll accidentally text the same thing to someone again after forgetting I already texted them that thing.

Very socially anxious I refuse to do anything that will make me stand out in public in any way and will completely shut down and become the most silent person ever I’ll only be normal if I have someone with me I know well enough to be comfortable.

I act dumb with people I know but when confronted with a situation I do a whole 360 on my personality and start actually being smart after calling a fan a cooler for 3 minutes not realizing it’s called a fan (actually happened to me while calling with a friend I had to show her my “cooler” during call and she yelled it was called a fan.)

Sorry if it’s too long I just went all out because I was too excited😭

im glad you're excited! And don't worry about going all out, all it does is help me know what kind of person you are better! General headcannons with Fyodor, right?

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•At first, Fyodor takes no interest in how shy you are

•Slowly though, you two somehow become friends

•When he finds out your a more excited person, he's a little shocked

•He thinks your dark humor is funny, though, he can always tell when you're lying

•he thinks the moments when you randomly turn into a smartass are adorable, he always lets out a small chuckle, especially if you're wrong

•He finds you very amusing

•He lives for the physical affection you give him

•He likes to tease you about being short (even though he's 5'11 which is way too tall anyway)

•You get him back by saying he's too tall

•He laughs at your silly insult

•5'4 isn't even that short, how are some people out there 7'5! You're being greedy! Give us 'short' people some of your height! I know you have some to spare since you're constantly bragging about being so tall! TvT

•i didn't mean for this to turn into a rant of making tall people do the physically impossible but anyway-

•He definitely buys you plushies

•Mystery movie nights are very common with both of you, aswell as book talk.

•You both cuddle a lot

•Hes pretty sadistic at times (Or so I've heard one again idk that much about him), meaning he probably makes you do public speaking sometimes, just to see you panic

•He apologizes after and cuddles you, maybe even a 'reward' if you know what I mean 😏

"You did so well with public speaking today Rei~ oh? You look like you're still a bit panicked? I can provide a bit of a... distraction... yeah, let's call it that" he smirks as he pins you to a wall. I'll let your imagination do the rest

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I had a lot of fun writing this one surprisingly, I hope you're happy with the way it turned out!

[ageless-soul-au]

(TW: self harm? I’m not sure if mention what it is at first is needed but just in case?) I feel like I’m missing something or misread it but did Legend or someone he knew (Ravio?) use to self harm? I have been reading Con again and came to this line in chapter6 [“Blood splattered tiles, the smell of copper… He really did not want to start hallucinating right now. He had been fine all day, aside from the flashback… ” ] and got rather confused. Sorry for waste you’re time with a dumb question!

It's not a dumb question, dw!!! Answer under the cut for anyone who doesn't wanna read abt heavy stuff (self harm, injury, manic hallucinations, etc) -Kio

So for this part, he's just hallucinating the bits and pieces that would come with self harm because he's panicking and had a bad mental health day overall and that's triggering some of the stuff that comes with bipolar (like mania, which can include hallucinations/psychosis adjacent symptoms). So Legend is seeing the signs that Warriors is self harming and his imagination is immediately taking over and making him hallucinate.

Legend has dealt with a lot of blood in his life with heroing and injuries sustained through that, so the sensory things involving blood are things his mind recalls easily. And he does have experience with deliberate self harm through Ravio. I'm unsure if Ravio has self harmed while he was with Legend, but he's done it in the past and that's the kind of thing that never truly leaves you when your mind decides to be shit, so Legend is most familiar with it in terms of preventing relapse (which gets easier to manage with time). A little further down in Legend's internal monologue is [ ….The image of old, pale, horizontal scars marring the inside of Ravio's wrists wouldn't leave him alone. ] so there's in-text confirmation of that, if in vague terms.

Now I specified deliberate self harm. In Legend's case, he has had problems with being overly reckless and getting hurt as a form of self harm, which I'd consider more indirect or passive. So he's personally familiar with the feelings that go along with it, just not the method. (He talks about this with Wars in chapter 16)

So yeah. TLDR in this scene, Legend knows Wars is hurting himself but has no physical evidence of this besides a very well placed hunch, but he's seeing enough signs to know that Wars needs help. He's having a bad day tho and his thoughts are not the best organized bc of it.

[wildcatofgreen]

✈

memory meme

✈ — an eye-opening memory

"Eye-opening?" She tilted her head, "What does that even mean? Like..."

She sat and thought for a moment. It was hard to even understand the question, let alone think of answer. Wasn't impossible, but... where to begin, even? If she could just get a better picture of what they meant by eye-opening, she could--

And there goes the gemerald again, pulsating, glowing, thinkin' it knows everythin' and sierra.

Well, why not hand it off? Sure, gemerald--show the class what you brought for show and tell.

---

"Ya wanted to talk, Sony?" The wildcat stepped out of the treehouse's automatic doors, hand on her hip, brow raised. She saw the white hedgehog sitting on the edge of the balcony, twiddling his thumbs? Looked like he was contemplating something.

He looked up at the wildcat--his girlfriend--with a smile. A shakey, nervous kind of smile. He pat the empty space next to him, inviting her to sit along with him.

And she did. Took no effort at all--she even scooched closer to him, looking up at the orange sky. Nearing night, by now. Been a real lazy day.

Usually the three of them--Lilac, Carol and Sonar--would've spent all day doin' somethin', but for some reason, two out of the three weren't feeling it. And Carol wasn't gonna force anything if they didn't wanna. Let 'em be, let 'em be. No harm in it.

"Listen, Carol," he started, twiddling with a guitar pick, "I don't have an easy way to say this."

Wait...

A pit fell in her stomach.

What was happening here?

"I just... I wanna leave."

"What?" She whispered, her face turning to him, fully.

"I, I wanna make it clear! I don't have anything against you, o-or Lilac!"

No. No no no no no. This...

This wasn't happening.

"I just, it's so--"

"Please don't leave me."

"Huh?" He looked over at the wildcat--oh shit.

Her face was turned into a frown, she had her fists balled, sniffling ever so slightly.

She repeats herself, "Please Sony, please don't leave me."

And all at once, he realized his mistake.

"No, no no no no no, babe you got it wrong!" He wrapped her in a hug, almost panicked, quickly trying to amend his mistake. "I'm not leaving you. We're not breaking up. I promise, that's not what this is."

She stayed silent. She didn't return the hug.

"I'm moving out, okay? I should have been more clear, god damn it," he cursed himself, his old habits peaking in again, "I would never leave you, sweetheart. I promise."

She sniffled.

He broke the hug. He stared into her eyes, her beautiful emerald eyes, a sorrowful expression painted on them. Fuck, fuck, why wasn't he more clear about this? Say ''moving out'' immediately, not leave.

"Why would you want to move out?" She spoke softly, quietly, obviously still hurt.

"I... It's just cramped--"

"But... but Milla isn't here anymore!" Her voice raised, "There's a bunch more space now!!! You could just..." she trailed off.

"I'm sorry, okay? I just... I've lived by myself for years, back on Mobius. I've had my own for so long, and yeah, living with you and your friends was nice, really nice, but," he balled a fist over the pick, before tightening his grip. "I just need something else.

"You two," he put a hand on her shoulder, "You made that house for each other. Don't you think it's better that it stayed that way?"

!!!

She looked away from him immediately, biting her tongue.

Did he... Did he know?

He recoiled, pulling his hand back, "I'm sorry Carol. I really am.

"If it means anything, you can come to my place anytime. I won't be far."

---

She grit her teeth.

So. That's what it meant.

A sigh. She pinched the bridge of her nose.

"I was really dumb, back then, wasn't I?

"Probably figured it out a long time ago, honestly. Just too nice to say anything. Like I was so slick.

"Almost lost him because of my stupid shit."

She crossed her arms. She was really lucky, wasn't she?

[piecesofreeses]

I'm Sorry, I Can't Help It

This is PART 4 of I’m Sorry, I Can’t Help It.

I highly recommend going back to read part 3!

This is an age regression fanfic! Hate will not be tolerated, so take your bullshit somewhere else.

Awsten is struggling with his mental health and turns to age regression with a coping mechanism.

After failing to keep it a secret, what will happen between him and his band mates?

DISCLAIMER:

Age regression is a completely nonsexual coping skill. It is represented appropriately and correctly as it relates to my life. Regression can be positive in many circumstances, but not all. If you are struggling with your mental health or involuntary age regression, talking to a professional is always the best choice.

Chapter Four: The Sun on His Face

In which Awsten explains the origin of his regression.

Thanks for the support guys, all the comments and kudos really do mean the world! PLEASE read the trigger warnings in this chapter, because we really get into some childhood trauma. If you feel the need to skip this chapter, that’s okay! You’ll lose some character backstory but you’ll still be mostly in the loop for following chapters. 

I was listening to Bags by Clairo when I wrote this and I think you should too, but I can’t say they are totally connected by actual content, just vibes. 

TW: Discussion of childhood (14) sexual assault, discussion of past rape by deception, swearing, past cheating, discussion of PTSD, discussion of being called “stupid” while regressed, mild sex jokes

“So,” Geoff says, “You’re allowed to call me Dada, does that mean I can call you cute names too?” Awsten blushes at the mention of calling his friend Dada when he’s regressed, but recovers quickly.

“Yeah I guess. What are you considering?”

“I have a lot of ideas. Should I just list them?” Geoff laughs.

Awsten responds and Geoff can hear the eye roll in his voice, “I mean yeah, sure, go for it.” 

“Baby, bubba, bubs, sweetheart, little one, honey–”

“You already called me that,” Awsten cuts off the list.

“It was an accident! I was panicking!” Geoff says, exacerbated. 

“Yeah, yeah. That’s enough you can stop. Those are all fine and I’m sure any other shit you come up with will be too.”

“Can I ask how this started happening?”

“My regression?” Awsten tries to clarify.

“Yeah,” Geoff confirms.

“Yeah that’s fine. I mean I’ve gotta share so you can care? God, that was bad. Sorry,” Awsten says with a laugh. “I think I was maybe ten when it happened for the first time? That's kind of silly I know – a ten year old regressing even younger – anyway, I would just get stressed out, like the whole world was just way too big and I was way too small. And that's what would happen. Then I would all of a sudden be way too small. I didn't know what it was but my words wouldn't come out and I would feel like I was shrinking in on myself. When I was younger, it was all involuntary.”

“Not always now?” Geoff cuts in. “Oh shit sorry. I interrupted.”

“No it’s okay. Yeah I can do it on purpose sometimes. If I feel like I need it. I couldn't always do that because I didn't know what was happening before. I used to be so ashamed because I had no idea what was going on with my head. I would just get all fuzzy and feel stupid,” Awsten tries to explain. His eyes go soft and Geoff can see him remembering something.

“My mom is wonderful, but I’m thinking back to being thirteen years old at an amusement park. It was so late and I was so hungry and so tired and I just couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't get my words to come out right, so I guess I was kind of ‘baby-talking.’ She kept asking me questions that I knew I should know the answers to, but I was stuck so deep inside my head. She told me to “stop pretending to be dumb,” and it’s always stuck with me. It hurt so much because I knew the age appropriate part of me was in there somewhere, but he wasn't in control and there was no one who could tell me why. Even if there was, I don't think I would've asked. I was far, far too scared they would laugh or that I was permanently fucked up in some way. I guess I am, but I wasn’t ready to hear it when I was thirteen.”

Geoff almost wants to cry listening to the story. “Awsten. You’re not fucked up.”

“It's okay, Geoff,” Awsten scoffs. “I find it comforting to call myself fucked somehow, I think. It'd be hard to explain but I’m sure if I said that in an interview there would be people out there who knew what I meant.” Geoff just listens, sitting quiet and hoping the younger will continue. 

“When I was 14, I came across agere content on the internet for the first time. I knew it resonated, but I didn't want to encroach on a community I wasn't sure I was apart of, so I convinced myself I related the same way I would comment “same” on a TikTok of a piece of bread falling over, but soon after that, I met my first boyfriend and he regressed too. He was already well aware of what it was, so when it happened around him the first time, he took care of me and then after basically smacked some sense into me, telling me what was going on. The first time it happened was actually in our math class. I remember crying on the floor in his lap while they were going over systems of equations. That boy was an absolute piece of shit, but he never did fuck with my regression. I don't think I’ll ever be able to forgive him for what he did, but I’ll always be grateful he didn't hurt me while I was small.”

“Awsten…” Geoff fights against the cracks in his voice. “I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. It wasn’t you,” Awsten replies matter-of-factly. 

“Awsten? Can I ask what he did to you?”

It seems as though there may even be a glint of a tear in his eye as Awsten responds. “He was older. He didn’t… he didn’t do anything I didn't want– at least at first, but he lied to me about a lot of it,” He says quietly. “He didn’t listen when I told him he was hurting me during… things. I’m still not sure what to call what he did to me. I just didn’t want to lose my virginity to a hookup, so I made him promise he was going to stick around, but he was cheating on me the whole time.”

Geoff waits because it seems like Awsten has more to say. He does, but he continues just barely above a whisper. “One friend called it ‘rape by deception.’ I just– I feel like that’s too strong of a word for what happened, but anything else just discounts what he did. I have fucking PTSD from it, it must have been something.”

“Honey,” Geoff says. He stops after just the one word though, unsure how to continue. 

“It’s okay, Geoff. It’s been twenty years. I can get over myself. God, I’m sorry about this fucking tangent. you just asked how i started regressing.”

“I knew that might be a charged question, Aws. It's fine. Go ahead,” Geoff tries to reassure.

Awsten wipes any hint that he may have cried away and shakes his head as if trying to clear the thoughts. “After that, I regressed a lot. I couldn't help it. It happened for hours each day as I just tried anything to be okay again. Sometimes, it would happen in class and later I would find little drawings in my notebooks or chemistry notes that appeared to have been taken by a five year old. Since then, it just fluctuates. When times are tough, it happens more and it’s more likely to happen involuntarily. When things are okay, I don't need it as much. If I just want it, sometimes I’ll regress intentionally. That can be nice sometimes,” Awsten seems to finish.

“Oh wait,” he starts. “I wanted you to know you're the only person who's ever known about this other than that boyfriend.”

Oh my God. He must’ve been terrified when I found out originally. I can't believe he's letting me be his carer after what happened. Fuck, I’m never leaving this motherfuckers side. 

“Oh Aws. Thank you for trusting me.”

“You got it, man,” Awsten jokes. “Seriously though, thank you. The way you held me? I think you healed half my childhood trauma just like THAT,” he snaps his fingers and chuckles.

Lost in thoughts, Geoff asks another question. “Have you ever written a song about it?”

“Man, you're full of questions today,” Awsten teases. “I think I've referenced it, but never in a way you couldn't deny. In Peach when I say ‘hating myself for needing someone so bad and feeling dumb dumb dumb dumb?” Yeah, that's sort of about being clingy and desperate when I feel small. I think I talk about it a little in Hawaii? Yeah, yeah it's some line about feeling in slow motion or something. I think if the fans knew, they would think some stuff like Fruit Roll Ups or some shit is about it, but it’s not. I definitely write about it in ways people wouldn't notice or expect.”

“You know I’m going to start watching out for it now, right?” Geoff says.

“Yeah I know because you're a little bitch,” Awsten snaps back.

Pretending to smack Awsten in the back, Geoff laughs out a “Says you!”

Sarcastically, Awsten drags out the bit. “Okay, okay. How do you cope with your shit then, Geoff? If you don’t mentally return to the state of a child, how on earth are you dealing with your feelings?”

“Actually? You,” Geoff replies, slamming the door on any humor lacing their conversation. 

Maybe I shouldn't have said that. 

Processing what his best friend just said, Awsten watches how the sunlight strikes his face through the translucent curtains in their hotel room. He looks soft. He looks like there should be hands cupped around his jaw and a thumb stroking his cheek. His hair looks like someone should be running their fingers through it.

I wonder what runs through his head as he thinks about me, Geoff thinks as Awsten stares. Geoff watches how the sun hits the back of Awsten’s head and makes the rays filter through his colored hair. It makes the unruly bits appear to glow like embers and the fluff in the front casts pale orange onto the white hotel sheets.

It feels like hours they just sit and look at one another, but in reality, it's only seconds before Awsten responds. “I’m glad I help. I want to be there for you, you know.”

“I know,” Geoff says softly as he reaches a hand up to smooth the tufts of Awsten’s hair down, unable to resist. “After the shows on those few nights when you just talk and talk? I love those. I just get to sit back and listen. I love listening to you, Awsten. It gives my brain a break, I guess.” He tries to say it jokingly, but the truth shines through. Geoff knows Awsten can tell he wasn’t fucking around. “I really loved caring for you too. It was nice to feel needed.”

“It’s really not annoying? I understand that you care about me and you might do it anyway, but you genuinely enjoyed it?” Awsten questions almost incredulously. 

Geoff smiles. “Yes, Aws. I really liked it. You’ve got such big stuff going on all the time. It was so nice to see you relaxed and calm. Seeing you melt into my lap when I was holding you? You looked so at peace and I don't know if I’ve seen you like that since we were teenagers. And I could fix all your problems. You have no idea how much I hate when I know you’re dealing with something and I can’t do shit about it. When your biggest problem was wanting something in your mouth and I just needed to help you put your thumb in your mouth and you’d feel better? It was so great.”

Awsten’s eyes widen briefly before he gets it under control. “Jesus, that's embarrassing for me.”

“Yeah, yeah. You're cute small!” Geoff says and Awsten makes a whole show of his aversion to being called cute. 

“You’re worse than the fans calling me babygirl!”

“No, that's hilarious.”

“Oh you motherfucker,” Awsten shoots back. Then he pauses. “Do we need to get on the bus?”

Geoff checks his phone to find messages from Jawn, Lucas and Otto. “It appears so.”

Awsten laughs and flops back down on the bed. “Fuck, man!”

“Awsten! Why are you laying back down? We need to go!

“Carry me?” Awsten jokes, batting his eyelashes. 

“And you wonder why they call you babygirl,” Geoff responds, rolling his eyes. At that, Awsten drags himself out of bed and throws on a back tank and some gray jeans. “You’ll kill the fans if you let them see your arms, Awsten. Don’t you have any sympathy for them? They might not survive.”

“I know man! It’s hilarious because Jullian can perform shirtless and none of them bat an eye and as soon as they see my arms we’ve got people unconscious in the pit,” Awsten adds.

“Okay,” Geoff continues. “They definitely bat an eye when Julian takes his shirt off because I bat an eye when Julian takes his shirt off.”

“Geoff! Dude! Since when do you say that shit!?” Awsten yells, losing control of his volume while throwing his things into a bag to bring down to the tour bus. “I’m telling him you said that. No. Better yet, I’m going to tweet that you said that.”

“Go for it. You’ve ruined your credibility after tweeting that I was drawing selfcest of you and soulsucker,” Geoff quips. 

Awsten dramatically glares at the floor. “Damnit. If it isn't the consequences of my own actions.”

“Hey assholes, hurry it up, we're all waiting on you,” comes Jawn’s voice through the door. Sharing a glance, the two hurry out, Geoff apologizing profusely and Awsten explaining graphically the kind of sex they were [not] having with the utmost dramatic sarcasm. 

Geoff listens to the jokes and walks just a few steps behind, just content to watch how awstens mouth curls when he laughs at his own jokes. 

I’m screwed.

Two updates in 24 hours? I'm spoiling you guys!

Love you all!

Reese

[cassandrajoybellbittner]

*Warning Adult Content*

A BAD ARGUMENT - Chapter 17

Naylan

I've been tense. I don't know if it's because I was hiding something from Mavis and I didn't like it or if it was because I could sense tenseness and insecurity radiating off Mavis whenever we met.

I didn't bring it up because it would be rude to point out I was sniffing out his emotions with my wolf but mate bonds were powerful and it wasn't my fault that he couldn't seem to hide his emotions all that well.

Maybe he didn't care. Maybe he wanted me to feel them and bring them up myself.

That speculation made me even tenser.

"Hey, you haven't said anything for a while, are you even listening to me?"

I blinked at Mavis' words, turning to look at him with an apologetic gaze.

"Sorry," I muttered, giving him a small smile.

He frowned a little but mirrored my awkward have by slightly upturning his lips.

He looked a bit hesitant... as if he had something on his mind but he didn't say anything and instead looked away, gazing down at the row of stairs beneath us.

We were both sitting on the wooden stairs that lead into the woods hiking path out and into the main city.

We've started coming here more, a bit tired of just standing by the river or taking long walks through the woods that were getting humid as the weather changed.

"What's on your mind?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

I blinked, looking away from him before staring down at my hand that was fiddling with my phone.

"Nothing," I said, biting down on my bottom lip.

"I'm just a bit wary, that's all."

"Wary about what?" he asked me, reaching out to hold my shoulder before making me turn to face him more.

"Come on, you can tell me. I can feel it, you know," he said in a low voice, cocking his head.

"Your panicked thoughts. Your wariness," he emphasized, moving to hold on to my free hand.

"You can tell me what you're thinking about."

My eyes went wide as I gauged his face.

He looked concerned... a bit serious.

"I..." I paused talking, wondering if he already knew what I wanted to say but he just wanted me to tell it to him.

'Does he know about the Hyenas already? Isn't he mad that I didn't tell him?'

I wondered as I gauged his face.

He'd never been this interested in how I felt before.

Was this what he was worried about too?

Was that why he seemed so tense?

"I can't," I said after a while of staring at him.

Just in case he was playing 4D chess with me.

He blinked, looking a bit taken aback by my words.

"You can't tell me?" he repeated, making sure he heard my words correctly.

"Yeah," I deadpanned, looking down at my mud-covered sneakers.

"I can't tell you, it's private."

"Why?" he asked, making me look over at him.

"Am I just supposed to sit here and feel what you're feeling without being able to help? It makes me feel like shit," his voice shook, and for a minute I thought he might sob.

"Why don't you ever talk to me about stuff. I've just been watching you feeling mad about things and not bringing it up..."

"Why are you taking this personally. It's not like we're dating," I pointed out, feeling a bit weirded out about how suddenly emotional he was being.

"We're mates, Naylan," he said, stating the obvious.

I groaned, running my fingers through my hair.

"Well, I'm sorry for making you feel like shit. I can't do anything about mates feeling stuff but don't make it out like it's just me, I can feel what you're feeling too, you know," I said, sitting up and looking at him. "

You're tense too, you know? What's that about?" I asked, watching as he blinked in surprise before looking away from me but not fast enough for me not to catch the light blush on his cheek.

"Hey, I asked you what was on your mind first," he said as if I'd pulled an unfair trick on him.

"Tell me first."

"Are you playing some mental game with me?" I asked, getting a bit fed up with this back and forth.

"If you know about it, just say it."

Mavis rose a brow at me.

"If I know about what?"

"Don't play dumb," I said, starting to feel frustrated with him.

I mean. He had to know about the hyenas, why else was he being this sappy.

I've only ever seen him this emotional about his clan and his mum.

He knew and he had to start cornering me.

"But I don't know what you're talking about," he said, frowning at me.

"You have to tell me."

"You know... the issue I talked about with Georgiou," I said, getting up from the staircase, starting to feel like it was made of hot metal and not wood.

I didn't want to be this close to him when my mind was a flood of emotions.

"About the people probably stealing the game here in the woods... why you can't get rabbits..." I trailed, hoping that he would inject in, but he remained still, staring at me with a confused smile.

"The hyenas," I finished, as it dawned on me that maybe Mavis didn't know what the fuck I was talking about.

"The what?" he said in a low tone as if digesting my thoughts.

"Hyenas, in fucking Toronto?" he asked, getting up from the stairs too before walking over to me.

"That's what you've been hiding? What the fuck?" his voice was loud now or maybe that was the echo coming from the mountains in the distance.

Mavis' eyes were wide and confrontational and he kept pacing around like he was still trying to put two and two together.

"They escaped from a zoo. It seemed the humans bagged some were-hyenas by mistake and brought them here," I explained, trying to remain calm.

"They're not just hunting in the woods, it seems like they're scavenging butcher stores, looking through trash and hunting pets. The police aren't saying anything so that people won't get freaked out but they can't keep quiet about it forever."

"Holy shit," he mumbled, moving to sit back down on the staircase.

"Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"I wanted to but Georgiou said he would handle it. He's good at that stuff."

My eyes drifted to the canopy of trees below.

"I didn't want to worry anybody. Even my pack members don't have a clue."

Mavis' shoulders slumped as he squeezed his hands into a ball.

"Well, at least you should have told me what was going on. My clan lives in those woods too, you know and we have a leader that you could have told."

I didn't say anything in reply.

I just listened to the sound of leaves and grass rustling in the wind.

A car passed by and Mavis' loud breathing was drowned by it.

I looked away, kicking a stray stone on the step.

The silence was uncomfortable.

"Naylan, say something," Mavis spoke up.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked, wandering back to the stairs before taking a seat.

"I mean. Do you want everyone to panic like you're doing now?"

"You don't own these woods," Mavis said.

"And as I said before, we have a clan leader. You could have told him, Mr. Alpha, if you think non-Alphas will get scared too easily."

I blinked, confused at why Mavis was getting snarky with me.

"That's not even what I'm trying to say...? What's going on here. This is not just about the hyenas, is it?"

He seemed taken about by my accusation but there must have been some truth to it because his face flushed and his eyes softened before he darted them away from me.

"We're not talking about me here, don't change the subject."

I rolled my eyes, getting sick of this.

"You're beating me up over me not telling you something and you have something you're hiding from me well. You know what? I don't care if you want to keep something secret because it's not my business. I'm not your family, I'm not your best friend or anything and I'm not your boyfriend," I said.

"What's so bad about keeping some things secret? I don't owe it to you to tell you everything. Just because some dumb Goddess said we should be together. You don't even agree we should be together, so why are you using that against me?"

Mavis was quiet for a bit and the tension in the air almost led me to apologize but he looked up before I could say anything.

"You're right," he shrugged, letting out a sigh before looking up at the sky.

"You're not my boyfriend."

I raised a brow at him.

Was that all he picked up from what I said?

"I'm leaving," he said suddenly, turning before making it down the stairs.

His boots clanked against the wooden steps and I watched him with a neutral gaze until I remembered that I had something else I had to tell him.

"I'm going to town to see someone during the weekend," I said, loud enough for him to hear.

He paused.

"What does that have to do with me?" he asked without turning.

I opened my mouth to say something.

Explain that we wouldn't be able to take a walk on Saturday but then I realized he might have been hinting that we wouldn't have those anymore.

I felt my breath catch up on my throat as my wolf whined.

Was this... the end?

"Nothing," I said, blinking back the tears that were beginning to whirl up.

"I just thought I would say something because my pack Beta will be in charge."

"I'll tell Elijah," he said and I sighed, nodding my head.

I didn't want to argue with him but a part of me wanted to scream about how childish he was being.

"Great," I managed to force out instead.

After my word, he kept walking away and I stood at the top of the stairs, watching the dot of him disappear into the wood path when he got to the bottom.

My throat was clogged and my hands were doing that shaking thing they did when I wanted to badly pace around but I kept my cool and composure.

I was prepared for this. I could handle it.

If Mavis didn't want anything to do with me anymore, I had to accept that.

[henasse]

Stares at old post

(vent ahead)

Aght

That's really sweet

I wish I remembered more than I do, and I know I did at one point and we were making progress but it's all just gone again, is this what brain damadge is like? Do I have to do it again and again all the time?

And he says yes and he looks like he's going to cry like his hearts breaking, and I just, don't understand.

I get it now I guess, he had that exact conversation with me hundreds of times since I fell, I get so anxious I've done this so much

What am I if I'm just a broken record. Why does everything want specifically me to rot, out of everyone.

Fate says she loves me /heavy paraphrasing./

And I have literal armies who want me dead so like it could be a lot of fucking people right

Except I took on a titan once

And then I guess I got retired because I'm a bitch who fell in love. Great. And now I'm entitled because I just I don't even remember why I'm entitled or acting entitled so now I'm just panicking and over analyzing everything every single thing I do all of the time to make sure this time goes better or different I am loosing it, I am literally loosing it

And it's fine it's f I n e and me worrying about it is apparently bad and I shouldn't because it's disrespectful??? I know I get it right yeah I've doubted so much so long while literally being your messenger uhhhhjfjker for those of you who dont know I Channle deity's so they can more directly speak to certain followers they have messages for I act as a bridge so I work under Hermes or I did sort of

I GUESS????

FUCK IF I KNOW MAN! I'm supposed to just CHILL just be COOL OK YEAH AGHT ILL CHILL IM FINE IM 10000% FINE THIS IS NOT A CRY FOR HELP hh

Gods

I mean I'm not mad I just hurt a lot everywhere all the time and may have brain damadge now due to literally the stupidest shit. Like if you knew what I went through and you saw how I got this you'd be like "pff ..I'm sorry that's just objectively funny"

Yeah yeah I know it is hhh

Let me dieeeeeeeee do itttt goddamnit aagarjjektort but don't yet because I made a promise to some one now uhghhgh I hate it

I loved him more than I hated myself damnit it . Now look I gotta live and suffer and meet people and have friends and theyr probly all gonna fucking die and be tortured because they got near me again just like the last set.

I hate it

My head hurts so much these days. So much it aches so bad. I still fuckin get up though, gods. I still fucking get up. And do shit . Bc what am I gonna do? Rot? Then Kronos wins. And I am never letting that happen, never. Fuck that dumb fucking bitch.

Uhg.

Alright, breathe.

[diamondstuddedflunkies]

Part 4,5, or 6 of the James Taylor story, I'm not proud of the dialogue in this... hopefully it's alright

The next morning, after leaving the venue, Tiffany went to a local coffee shop for breakfast. She was, quite literally, down to her last dollar. Buying the cheapest item on the menu, she managed to find a booth near the door.

The bell dinged behind her as the shop's door swung open.  She stiffened as she heard the heavy steps of familiar boots crossing the threshold.  

Scared to turn around, she glanced behind her back, seeing that James had entered the coffee shop behind her. Well, shit, she thought, this is awkward.

Gulping, she tried to hunch forward and hide her face, but James had already spotted her.

“Tiffany?”

“Oh, hi, James.”

He peered over the booth, seeing that she was sitting alone. "Are you on your lonesome?" He teased.  

Does he want to talk? Tiffany thought.

“Yep" she chuckled nervously, "You can sit over here if you like."

James thanked her and sat on the other side of the booth. Grinning, he nipped potential awkward silence in the bud. “So, where’s your home state?”

She shrugged. “Colorado. I wouldn't call it home, though.” With a chuckle, she added, “Do you come here often? When you're on tour, I mean?”

James nodded. “Yeah, it’s a personal favorite of mine. Whenever I go on tour this is one of my favorite places to get breakfast." Looking around and giving a friendly nod to the cashier, he asked, "Have you been here before?"

Tiffany shook her head. "Nope. This is the closest I've ever traveled from Colorado, actually.  I’m new to this whole ‘groupie’ thing.”

He gave her a sly smile. When he smiled like that… she could feel a hot blush crawl up her face. James gave her a playful, devilish look.

"What made you want to start?"

Tiffany panicked, fumbling for words. “Well…"

"You don't have to say anything if you're uncomfortable." He worried that he went too far. "It was a dumb joke, I'm sorry." 

She shook her head. "I’ve always been a huge fan of yours, and I’ve loved you for a long time. My friend actually got me a ticket to see you at last night's show, my first concert ever. I grew up in a trailer park, living with my mother… if that's the word. She found out that I had sex with you and drove me out of the house. So I decided that this would be my life from now on.”

Tiffany realized that she had been tracing her fingers along scuffs in the table as she spoke. She looked up. “I’m sorry if I bored you with my life's story.”

James had been listening intently. Silently, his lips were pressed together, chin resting on his hands, before he finally spoke. “Tiffany… I’m so sorry. That’s awful.”

She sighed. “Thanks. But you don't have to be sorry. I'm honestly happy to get away from her, at the very least.”

James shook his head. “But I’m sure there’s something I could do. I could give you some money if you need to… you can ride in the bus with us until you find a good place….”

Tiffany’s eyes widened in spite of herself. She really needed that right now, but she couldn’t show it.  Fumbling with her words, she began “It’s alright-”

“No. I insist. At the very least I could pay for you to stay in a hotel.”

“I would love that.” Tiffany gave in. "I wouldn't mind riding in the bus with you, either." She added coyly.

James grinned playfully but reassuringly. "It wouldn't bother me one bit."

[cinnamonest]

Y’all are too nice to me I swear… here I am being horny and nasty on main and I’m getting encouraged, damn. But for real  ( ´ ω ` ) thank you so much!!

I’m gaining more confidence to post more smutty stuff and the kind of dark shit I like, so I might go back and make more nasty Childe content later on too… After Albedo, I got Razor and Zhongli coming up, and a few ones I just worked on for fun. But yeah, just in case it wasn’t clear for anyone who followed me, I’m going to be writing almost entirely dark content and some really nasty stuff, so just be aware of that, and don’t consume my writing if that’s something that may be harmful to you.

Albedo is so pretty… and such good dark content material… He treats you like a science experiment but has the audacity to make it hot smh

I haven’t seen a whole lot of him outside the cutscenes, so potentially ooc (as if yandere content isn’t already ooc, lmao)

Albedo - Yandere Profile

tw: general yandere content, obsessive behavior, stalking

tw (below cut): smut, noncon (seriously, you’ve been warned)

What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Very much aware. In the beginning, it frustrates him. He’s never been particularly attached to anyone, outside of his former instructor. He’s always enjoyed being out on his own, spending extended amounts of time by himself – the desire to be around someone is a foreign feeling for him. He immediately notices how bizarre the emotion is for him, how it changes his behaviors. His self awareness combined with perceptiveness makes him able to acutely recognize not only how unusual this emotion is for him, but also how the extent of his feelings, the types of desires they ignite in him, is unusual even for “normal” people who aren’t social recluses.

He’s frustrated by his own actions, feels embarrassed at how attached he is to you, how easily you make him flustered and trip over his words. As he is a very aware yandere, he’s definitely afraid of rejection to some degree. He has no idea how to navigate feelings and interactions with other people, he’s never really had the desire to form a particularly strong bond with anyone before. As such, he’ll come across as very awkward, and he will interact with you less than most yanderes – he knows he’s just going to embarrass himself if he talks to you, right? He’ll just mess up and say something strange, so instead, he opts to watch you from the shadows, go to places where you are, but keep a distance from you, just being able to watch you makes him feel fluttery and overwhelmed. 

He will definitely be one to collect things from you. He collects plenty of things for the sake of science, this is no different. Or so he tries to tell himself, but he can’t delude himself even if he tries. He knows its weird, he knows its wrong, but the overwhelming urge to have things of yours is too great to resist. He’ll start off with more innocent things, but it will gradually progress to not-so-innocent… items of yours.

It may not be obvious, but he’s actually a fairly sensitive person, at least regarding you. He places a lot of value in what you think of him, and wants to ensure you’ll respond positively to him. He views it like a science – there should be some formula by which he can put in the correct actions, and produce a specific result. Unfortunately, unlike real science, there’s not much room for trial and error – he feels he only has once chance.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

It will take some time, as he’s got to get over his own nerves first. He’s torn between the fear of you hating him for such a thing, it would be the end of the world for him, but also the desire to pull you away from the world, to keep you hidden from others, to have you all to himself, to be the only person that gets to look at you. If you start showing positive signs, reacting positively to his gifts, expressing interest in conversation with him and going out of your way to see him, he’ll start to get more confident, think that he can afford to do something that might sour your opinion of him, hoping it will merely be temporary.

He’ll probably start to do so several times and back out. He’ll set out at night, make it all the way to your room and stand over your sleeping form, and he’ll start to worry, wonder if someone saw him, see holes in his plans, he gets too nervous and bolts. He’ll persuade you into being alone with him, and although its the chance he’s looking for, again, he’ll get nervous, worry about being caught, run through all the what-ifs, and miss the chance. Honestly, when he does finally take you, it will probably be not planned, but in the heat of the moment, a rash decision from desperation. Something like you coming to visit him to tell him you’re leaving the area, came to say goodbye, and he’ll panic, ultimately grabbing you by the arm as you try to leave and dragging you back inside, silently, but forcefully.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

Moderately difficult. Your best bet is to take advantage of his tendency to be absent minded when he’s absorbed in his work. He gets very lost in his thoughts, to a point where he’ll completely zone out and be oblivious to the world around him. On the downside, this means you won’t have much time to cover distance, he’ll be close behind the moment he realizes you’re gone.

The route he’ll probably take is actually one where you won’t need to be too restrained, because you’ll be taking… a little research trip. Out to the most freezing, desolate areas of the mountains. He’s convinced the knights he needs to stay there for his research, but in reality, he’s internally panicking, as he tries to figure out how to make this work – after all, you two can’t stay here forever. You’d be foolish to run out of the little cabin he’s bought, out into the perilous freezing cold and jagged, high slopes. At first, he thinks there’s no way you’d try it, so he’s content letting you have free reign to walk around as you please. If he has to leave for whatever reason, he’ll probably lock you into a single room, but he won’t chain you up, as again, he's really trying to avoid making you hate him.

If you prove to be determined to leave, he’ll be hurt, but mostly concerned for you. He’s actually not one to get too mad over an escape attempt – he’ll blame himself, or theorize it’s just a natural response your brain triggered. Against his first choice, he’ll end up having to get more strict with your restraints. If you get too whiny, though… you might trigger one of his more frustrated moments.

“I didn’t want to have to do this… I’m sorry. I can’t risk anything bad happening to you. Tell me if it’s too tight… I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t blame you. I know you’re probably panicking over all this, but you’ll get adjusted to it, I promise. Just… just give it some time… it’s not so bad, living with me, I promise.”

“Don’t be like that. You’re only tied up because you tried to leave. You should understand why you have to be kept like this… If you don’t want to be restrained, you shouldn’t have run out, trying to get yourself killed.”

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

For all his academic intelligence, he’s not highly skilled with people and socialization. He’s not too good at being able to tell when he’s being lied to, and he definitely won’t pick up on subtle manipulation. It’ll be pretty easy to wrap him around your finger, he’ll do what he can to make you happy.

Once he finds out you’ve lied to him, though, he’ll get pretty upset. He likely won’t trust you again, and will require proof of anything you say, or set out to find out if you’re telling him the truth or not.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

He’ll try to accommodate you, giving you things you ask for, but he has limits. He’s too paranoid to let you have any contact with the outside world. You do have him wrapped around your finger to an extent, though. Whatever he’s doing at the moment, he’ll drop it in a heartbeat if you want to spend time with him in any way, even if its just you asking for food or to take a walk. He’ll be willing to take you for very short trips outside, no further than a few yards from the lodging, if only because he knows sunlight is vital to your health.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

The basics will be there – don’t try to leave, don’t be difficult with him, try to cooperate, be obedient. However, he’s also particularly overprotective of anything that can hurt you – even yourself. Under no circumstances can you handle anything that can hurt you – that means no cooking, no knives, no lifting anything heavy, no going outside without him. If you’re determined to cook something, he’ll have to stand right behind you, and watch while you do it. If you get so much as a little cut or burn, he’ll take over, insisting you go sit down after he tends to your “wounds.”

At the very beginning, he’ll be hesitant to punish you too much, as part of his plan to get you to like him. However, he can be a little easily frustrated, and your safety and well-being comes first, even if it means he has to make you upset. He will have to restrain you, take away what little privileges you had. If you try to bolt while you’re outside, no more going outside. If you try something foolish like attacking him with a knife when he gives you cooking privileges, you will lose said privileges. Really, the worst part of it all is the humiliation, being treated like a dumb, incapable baby that can’t do anything for yourself. He insists on doing everything for you, even down to bathing you and dressing you, even feeding you if you can’t convince him to take restraints off your hands. He’ll talk down to you in that way, too, talking to you as if you were a child.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

It’s a situation he’s not prepared to handle, and he’s unsure of what to do. It strikes fear in him that you might have someone else interested, so he has to get rid of them as quickly as possible. He’s not opposed to killing, if it comes down to that, but initially, he’ll try to work behind the scenes – expose something that will ruin their reputation, get them accused of a crime. This would also be one of the possible aforementioned situations that might cause him to kidnap you a bit earlier than he normally would, as well. If he can’t get rid of them easily, he’ll just take you away from them.

He will absolutely try to make you hate them, try to ruin your image of them, and he’s rather good at falsifying evidence for his claims of their behavior. With his alchemic skills, that sort of thing is easily possible.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

He gets more frustrated than anything, when you���re being difficult. This is mostly just him sighing quite a bit, speaking a bit harshly, even pouting and sulking a bit if you’ve offended him. But true anger in him is not pretty, and almost never happens. It’s a buildup, a slow rise that has a boiling point. If he reaches that point, he can definitely get mad enough to hurt you, it’s actually kind of terrifying in how sharp of a contrast it is to how he normally is. It’s a side of him that’s very difficult to draw out. He’s not one to yell or shout, no, his anger is a suffocating silence, he slams down whatever he’s holding as he stomps over to you, grabbing you by the arms hard enough to bruise, and dragging you by the hair to whatever he has planned.

With mild frustration outbursts, he will feel justified, but if it reaches that intense anger, he’ll usually give at least a little apology, tell you he didn’t mean to go that far. He hates to think of you fearing him, but ultimately, if that’s what’s necessary to keep you safe, then he can live with it.

Do they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

It’s an odd mix. On one hand, he sees you as utterly fascinating, the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on, more than any landscape or art he’s seen or made, an invaluable treasure to be kept on a high pedestal. Simultaneously, however, he will treat you like a child, thinks you can’t do anything for yourself. It’s a bizarre duality, but one he is consistent on. You’re precious, so very precious, and he’s undeserving of you, but at the same time, you need him to be safe and sound.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

Of the genshin boys, he’s one of the most determined. He’s not good with people, and he doesn’t really have anyone particularly close to him left anymore. He tends to keep people at a distance. You sort of fill an space inside him that he never knew was empty, a void he wasn’t aware he had until it was consumed by thoughts of you. He doesn’t need anyone or anything else, so long as he has you with him, but he really, really wants it to be true that you love him. He doesn’t need you to even love him as much as he loves you – he doesn’t even know if that’s possible – but he just wants to know that, even if only in the slightest, his feelings are returned. He’s so distant from everyone else, but you wormed your way into his heart, even if you didn’t intend to, with your smiles and softness and kindness towards him. For the first time, he feels weak around someone, but in a way, it’s a good feeling. He wants to be able to be vulnerable, be weak, and not have anything to fear by doing so.

He’s lucid, though, so he doesn’t expect you to love him immediately. As he’s not good with words or displays of affection, he’ll get you all sorts of gifts. Rare items that you wonder how the hell he obtained them, beautifully crafted little trinkets from all his searching and time traveling, more clothes than you could ever wear. You’ll start to feel a little guilty, it’s so much, and you’re certain he doesn’t have that much money. He’ll blow it off, say it’s no big deal, but if you insist, he’ll have to start finding new ways to convey his affection. In captivity, he won’t stop trying, but he’ll understand why you might be angry. In that case, he will utilize what he’s learned from research in books he’s read. He knows that eventually, with him being the only one you have, the only company, the only one to talk to, the only source of touch, you’ll eventually have to cave. You’ll become attached to him, bond with him, whether you like it or not. He knows how powerful the affect of touch can be, and will make sure to hold you in his arms, keep you on his lap, make you crave the only source of human touch you can get. Dependency, he thinks, is the gateway to you loving him.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Drawings. So many of them. Much like his drawings he uses in notes, he’s found he tends to start scribbling a familiar face when his mind drifts off. He’s memorized every little detail of your face, every curve on your body. If you’re ever snooping around, you’ll eventually uncover a book of sketches he has solely dedicated to drawings of you. Drawings of you laughing, smiling, sleeping, drawings that you’re certain were of real events you were at, that you didn’t remember him being at. Every bit in perfect detail. If you confront him about it, he’ll be horrifically embarrassed, insisting they’re no good, or, if you’re upset, trying to reassure you it was all from his mind and totally not him lurking in the shadows as he watches you.

Also, if you want to make him happy, get him on one of his spiels about his work, his interests, anything that he can catch onto and go on and on about. He’ll catch himself rambling and apologize for being “annoying,” but if you reassure him, and express interest, that will make him feel particularly appreciated. It would be a primary way to get on his good side and manipulate him, or lull him into false security to make your escape, if that’s what you’re looking to do. But be warned, it will only work once, and he’ll be far too hurt to let himself indulge in sharing these things with you again.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Publicly, definitely highly reserved. He’s easily flustered, and thinks of sex in a very scientific way, for the purpose of procreation. For fun? He knows it’s enjoyable, but can’t separate it from his very analytic, scientific way of viewing things. It’s a formula, you touch this here and pull that there, and the result is supposed to be orgasmic bliss. He just isn’t very familiar with pleasure – he doesn’t drag out masturbation, even, as that would be a waste of time. He gets it over with quickly, taking short breaks during his work. He is a fairly high drive, though, and gets the urge fairly frequently, about once or twice a day.

He’ll be hornier with your presence, having to leave more frequently to get off to the little things you do, quickly getting himself off while recalling the mental image of you holding a pen in your mouth, the little moan when you stretch, the way your clothes fit to your frame.

Prior to abduction, he’s not particularly touchy at all, in fact, he’s very jumpy if you touch him. Once he’s gotten you alone with him for the foreseeable future, isolated, dependent, he’ll gain more confidence, be willing to give into his cravings to touch you, hold you, eventually progressing to groping you, moving his hands up and down your body, under your clothes, slowly peeling them off.

He’s initially a bit ashamed of his urges towards you, feels guilty every time he gets off to you, but will likewise gain more confidence once you're his.

A guy can only fight off the urge for so long before he cracks, before he can’t continue to care about the consequences. For him, that point is when he knows he finally has you all to himself – his worries fade, and while the guilt is still there, it’s far outweighed by desire.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

He does care, but as stated previously, it’s hard to fight the urge for so long. It will be torture, but for the first few days, he wants you to “adjust” to your new “home,” and not add to your panic. After that, though, he’ll try to assess your reactions. If you’re extremely resistant, he’ll give you more “adjustment” time. He can’t really hold off forever, though, and eventually, maybe a few weeks in, comes to the conclusion that if he just does what he wants, so long as he’s gentle and reminds you he loves you, it will help you get past the mental barrier in your mind. He’s convinced there’s simply a psychological issue, and that sometimes, people need a push. It’s like having a friend who can’t swim – sometimes, you just have to throw them into the water, help them get over that mental hurdle, and they’ll be grateful in the end. That’s what he tells himself to justify it, anyway. He has enough… anatomical prerequisite knowledge to know what’s good and what’s bad, and will take your body’s positive reactions as a sign of what you really want. Is definitely the kind to use that against you, holding up his fingers to your face after you cum on them, as if to prove a point.

“See? I told you, you just have to let go and give in to what you want… if you didn’t, my fingers wouldn’t be dripping like this, now would they?”

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

He wants to experiment on you. This manifests as him being something of a service top without really intending to be, even if you’re not exactly happy about it. He likes to watch your reactions, watch the way your body moves, test the pleasure you get from different things, discover what it is that you like, even if you weren’t aware of it. In particular, he’s fascinated by the fact that girls have so many types of orgasms. He’ll want to try them all, watch and see which ones are more intense than others, which ones make you convulse, makes your toes curl, your eyes roll back. Which erogenous zones make your breath hitch, make you twitch and whimper. Probably the type to be determined that he can make you cum just from something like sucking on your nipples, and he won’t stop until he achieves it. He’ll also want to try everything. At least anything that he thinks has some potential to appeal to him, mentally. He’s a busy man and hasn’t really taken the time to explore his own sexuality, and has virtually zero experience.

Edging, overstimulation, forced orgasms

Experimentation also means testing limits and thresholds. He’ll bring you up to the edge, learn to watch for the slightest of signs that you’re close, listen to your breath, watch your face, wait until you’re just so close and then draw back, stopping just short of letting you catch that high. Then he’ll let you drift back down, and bring you back up again. No amount of begging will make him show you any mercy, you’ll only cum when he’s decided he’s observed enough. He wants to push the limit, see just how close to the edge of orgasm you can get without spilling over, just how much it takes to drive you insane. He’ll also want to see how far you can go after it as well. Orgasm won’t be the end of his ministrations, no, he wants to see how much stimulation you can take. You won’t be able to get away from his tongue, he’ll grab you by the hips and slam you back down, continuing to lap at you even if you’re so sensitive it’s painful. Watching you cum will just make him rut into you harder, bruising and abusing your insides to a point that they’re so sore you can feel it long after it’s over. At first, he might feel a little guilty, and may very well after it’s over, but in the heat of the moment, he can’t fight the insatiable urge to listen to you squeal, feel you convulse, watch the tears from overwhelming pleasure run down your face.

He’ll make it his personal mission to see how many orgasms the female body is capable of within a given amount of time - per day, per hour, how quickly you can have them in succession. For scientific purposes, of course. Anatomy and human biology isn’t really his main field of focus, but he likes to expand his research horizons.

“Just one more… cum one more time for me, then we’ll be done. Come on… I know you can, just one more.”

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

He’s actually good with children, usually. He has a calming effect on kids. He isn’t sure how he feels, though. To some degree, he fears his capabilities to parent, thinks he would be too cold to be a good father. But he also likes the idea of a protege, an heir to his title, one he can teach everything he knows. If he does end up having one, this fucking nerd man will read every book on pregnancy, birthing, and parenting that he can get his hands on.

Also, he’ll absolutely be one to track your cycles, even better than you can. He’s researched enough to know exactly when you’re most or least likely to get pregnant, and you can’t help but notice how much more he seems to cum in you when you’re at your most fertile. Nor can he deny how satisfying it is to watch his cum slowly drip out of you, watching you twitch with aftershock and slowly drift off in exhaustion.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Unfortunately for you, since overstimulation and edging are already normal and everyday for you, he’ll have to amp it up a bit if he’s trying to make you regret something. He might get rougher, abusing more pleasure spots on your body, keeping his hands, mouth, and cock occupied all at once with driving you over the edge until it’s painful. But if you’re exceptionally misbehaved, you might not ever get a release to his edging, instead left to suffer from being so close, tied up so you can’t finish yourself off.

In moments when he’s really, truly angry, the peak of it, and that blends with arousal, he’ll really, really throatfuck you. Grabbing the back of your head and shoving his cock down as deep as he can, holding you there as you gag and choke, feeling your throat convulse around him, desperately trying to pull back for air. The movements are harsh and brutal, pulling harshly on your hair, moving at a pace so fast you barely have a second to breathe. Thankfully, when it gets like that, he won’t last long, emptying out into your throat, holding your jaw shut and demanding you swallow. If any spills off on your chin, he’ll gather it up on his fingers, hold it to your face, and command you to open your mouth, suck it off, and swallow again. That’s at the peak of his anger, though, and you’ll have to substantially piss him off to reach that point. He’ll apologize later, holding you close, but his guilt doesn’t change the fact that it’s one of the most intense orgasms that he’ll have, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t sometimes think of doing it again, even without provocation. He’s restrained enough not to, but the thought is there… and deep down, he’ll entertain the idea.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

The curves of your body, no matter how defined or faint they are, no matter the general shape of your body, to him it’s the most beautiful thing. He’ll definitely want to draw you, even if you’re not too keen on posing. He’ll run his hands up and down your body, squeezing every little bit of flesh he can, moving his palms over every little curve, every inch of your skin.

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𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢

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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: ANON Hey you ❤️ Could I request an imagine with Bucky where you are his non-avenger girlfriend but you got really distant towards him lately as you found out you're pregnant and you're scared of his reaction? But then he finds out and is all happy and all other avengers are happy for you and insist on taking care of you and it's just all fluffy ? Thank you a lot ❤️

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: really fluff smut 18+ (praise, daddy kink, slight mommy kink?, breeding kink, oral fem!rec, age gap, etc), slight angst, cw: mentions of eating disorders (no one has one but bucky thinks this)

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛’𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: listen…. The idea of kids and having kids getting pregnant all that jazz, yeah. It fucking terrifies me! LOL! But nonetheless I really do see the appeal and sometimes i catch myself reading these kinds of fics so i really hope you like it anon! :)

PS: updates are going to slow down cuz i don’t have any drafts ready for upload and also things are a little crazy personally so yeah hope y’all understand :)

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“You like that baby?” Bucky groaned in your ear.

“Yes daddy! Oh my god,” you moaned.

“You’re being such a good little girl for your daddy. Fuck, daddy. You're gonna make me a daddy. I’m gonna come inside you and you’re gonna get all swollen and round with my baby. You want that? You wanna be a mommy; make me a daddy?” 

Bucky and you both expressed in the past that kids were something you both wanted but with Bucky still heavily involved with missions and the avengers, and you were in college studying to get a PhD in biomechanics and computer engineering, something that would let you understand and work with Bucky specifically very closely. You were too young to have a baby but that didn’t stop you from playing into fantasies of having a family with the man you were so in love with. 

“Daddy,” you moaned.

“Give it to me, baby,” you looked him into his eyes.

Bucky kissed you hard as you both came and after cleaning yourselves up you had showered together, ate dinner quickly, and soon went to bed. 

That was two months ago. 

Three weeks after that night, Bucky was gone for about two weeks on a mission with Steve. You and the girls were drinking wine but you opted out for the tempting glasses feeling nauseous that entire week. 

As a joke, the girls were saying you were pregnant but you were sure that you and Bucky were always cautious when having sex. It wasn’t a good time to have a baby. So you joked that all three of you should take a pregnancy test and when yours came out positive you freaked out. 

“Oh my god! Bucky’s gonna kill me!” you panicked.

“Hey, relax. It’s ok,” Nat comforted you.

“We can get through this. Now did Bucky explicitly say he doesn’t want kids?” Wanda asked.

“No, we both want kids it’s just, ugh, life is so fucking crazy right now and I’m still in school, Bucky’s going on missions all the time. It’s just not a good time to have a baby.”

“Ok think about it this; if life for us was normal, as boring as that is, would Bucky be upset if you were pregnant?” Nat reasoned.

“No, he would be so happy. He wants to be a dad, it’s just so sudden,” you said in distress.

“It’s always sudden with this situation. But what’s more important is that you have support. Whatever your decision is in the end we'll all support you, even Bucky,” Nat told you.

Bucky came back home and immediately knew that there was something that was upsetting you. You promised him that you were alright but you were conflicted. You tried to tell him, you really did, but there wasn’t a good time. 

One night Bucky tried to initiate sex when you two had the tower to yourselves. You were instantly distant with him afraid he’d take one look at your naked body and know you were pregnant and that freak you out. 

“Baby, are you ok?” Bucky asked that night.

“Yeah, I just don’t feel good,” you didn’t actually lie, the pregnancy did affect your appetite drastically and many foods you used to adore before were repulsive to you. 

“Oh ok, do you need anything?” he was concerned.

“No, I think I’m ok.”

Now present day, you and Bucky hadn’t had sex since. It’s been a little over two months and Bucky wasn’t frustrated per say but he missed you; he missed having his hands on your warm and soft skin. He missed the way you squirmed under him and the little whimpers you made. How good your walls felt as he thrusted in and out of you torturously slow. 

You two were in the kitchen sitting with some of the other team members. So far only Nat and Wanda knew about your pregnancy as hard as it was to not tell Vision or Steve or literally anyone. You stared at the breakfast sitting in front of you; it used to be your favorite but looking at it and smelling it was making you extremely nauseous. 

“Baby?” Bucky rubbed your back.

“Hm?”

“Why aren’t you eating? It’s your favorite,” he said.

“I’m not too hungry,” you said.

Bucky wasn’t convinced but because you were in front of other people he didn’t want you to feel embarrassed like a father scolding a teenager. His hand rested on your thigh and immediately felt your leg tense up. 

You retracted and stood up walking away without saying a word and Bucky was confused and followed you quickly shoving as much food in his mouth as he could and tossed his plate in the sink. 

“What’s going on with them?” Steve asked.

“Oh no are they gonna break up?” Sam asked with genuine concern, as much as he fucked around with Buck he did admire your relationship. You are really good for him and he loved you unconditionally.

“No, it’s just-” Wanda started.

“Wanda,” Nat warned. 

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” she rolled her eyes, “There fine. Y/n’s just not feeling well and she doesn’t want to be bothered.”

Bucky walked into your shared room and found you changing into yet another hoodie. That’s when he started piecing things together; or at least he thought. You were always wearing very big clothing and covering your body; that he thought was the most beautiful he’d ever laid eyes on. You were constantly nauseous and refused to eat even some of your favorites dishes and meals. You wouldn’t let him touch even though he’s initiated a couple of times.

“Y/n?” Bucky asked.

“What?” you played dumb.

“Y/n, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I told you I don’t feel good.”

“That seems to be your excuse a lot.”

“What does that mean?” you asked.

“Y/n, be honest with me. Are you starving yourself?” he had tears in his eyes; he couldn’t even think about you doing this to yourself.

“What! Bucky no! I’m not, ugh, just,” you stuttered.

“What is going on, please tell me, baby?”

“I’m pregnant!”

Silence. Bucky was shocked. You were pregnant? How long? Why didn’t you tell him? 

“I’m so sorry, Buck,” you started crying.

“No, no, no, no, don’t cry babygirl,” Bucky hugged you tightly while you sobbed into his chest.

“I’m happy, I’m really happy and excited for us. We’re gonna be a family,” he smiled.

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know, I know we talk about this and having a family but not now. I thought you’d be mad at me.”

“Well, I’m a bit bummed that you didn’t tell when you found out but no; I’m so happy. I love you from the bottom of my heart and I would do anything for you. I’m gonna be here every step of the way and we’re gonna get through this together, ok?”

“Ok,” you sniffled. 

“Are you ok? Do you need anything?” Bucky already started going into protective dad mode and he just found out.

“No I just need you,” you whispered. 

“God, I love you,” Bucky picked you up and laid you on the bed littering your face in kisses.

“Does anyone else know?” he asked you.

“Well, uh, the girls,” you said.

“You told the girls?”

“Well, they were drinking and i declined because I was feeling sick and they joked that I was pregnant so we all took pregnancy tests as a joke but mine came out positive. I took two more and they were all positive,” you started tearing up.

“Hey don’t cry, it’s ok.”

“Sorry,” you laughed.

“We’re gonna be ok, right baby?” he whispered.

“Yeah, I love you.”

Bucky leaned down again and pressed kisses to your neck making you giggle. His warm hands trailed under your shirt making your skin burst into chills. Bucky’s lips continued their assault on your neck and before you knew Bucky started lifting your sweater over your head.

You did the same to Bucky and your chests were pressed against each other instantly as he kissed you hard. Bucky trailed kisses down your body slowly, hands rubbing your skin softly, lips staying longer than usual around your stomach for obvious reasons. 

Bucky peeled your sweats from your body and didn’t hesitate to dive in. His tongue licking a long strip against your pussy. You moan softly and your hips wiggled under him. He pressed down on you to keep you from squirming but you were getting very close to your orgasm and it just felt too good. 

Bucky brought his fingers and circled your entrance before inserting a finger slowly. He looked up at you moaning at his fingers and this encouraged Bucky to insert another one. His fingers slipped in and out with ease with your arousal practically dripping from you. 

Bucky leaned forward and circled his tongue around your clit. The obsecene sounds of Bucky finger fucking you echoed in the room and you finallly climax, cumming all over his finger. Bucky crawled up your tired body after taking his pants and boxers off. 

Bucky didn’t bother putting a condom considering you’ve been his only partner the past couple years and he got you pregnant. He pumped his cock a few times before grabbing your legs to wrap around his waist and easily slipped between your folds. 

“Fuck, baby girl. You feel so good,” Bucky moaned in your ear.

“Oh shit, yes,” you whimpered.

“Oh you’re gonna be so beautiful when you're all big and swollen, shit. You’re gonna be the sexiest mommy in this whole fucking world.”

“Ugh! And you’re gonna be such a sexy daddy,” you smirked and cupped his face.

He leaned down and kissed you passionately. He thrusted into you harder and your back arched into his chest, moaning high pitched and loudly. Your hands tugged on his hair and Bucky groaned in your mouth. 

“Oh Buck, I’m gonna come,”you said against his lips.

“Let go, baby. Come for me, mommy,” Bucky said. 

You came hard; your body contracted and trembled, your stomach tightened, your toes curled, and your legs pulled Bucky deep inside you, hot spurts of his cum coating your walls. Bucky settled on you but bounced back afraid he was crushing the baby.

He went to the bathroom, well practically sprinted, and returned with a warm towel to clean you up. Your body laid still while you were cleaned and you just watched Bucky with adoration. He left again and returned wearing boxers and held a bottle of your favorite lotion that you usually saved for special nights or for Tony’s parties.

You smiled and got comfortable as Bucky poured some lotion in his hand. His hands spread the lotion evenly on your body; thumbs skimming your sensitive nipples, gently caresses all over your stomach, teasing grazes along your inner thighs. You closed your eyes and felt euphoria. 

The love of your life was really pampering you and you felt so good. 

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you, too,” Bucky kissed your forehead, crawling into the bed with you.

“Let’s stay in all day. My girl is pregnant and she’s gonna need all the rest she can get,” Bucky joked.

“But what about-”

“No, who cares,” bucky interrupted.

“But-”

“No buts.”

“What are we gonna tell the rest of the team?”

“Oh, well. It’s your body, your comfort. You tell them when you feel it’s best. But I do hope it’s soon because I’m so happy and I don’t think i'd be able to keep this a secret for long,” Bucky dived his head in your neck making you laugh.

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Man, I’m gonna be a dad,” Bucky sighed happily.

“You’re gonna be daddy,” you said innocently.

“I’m already your daddy,” he playfully growled.

“Then you’re gonna be two types of daddy,” you smirked.

“Two types of daddy.”

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