#i would LIKE to be able to GO PLACES and EAT without being SCARED

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i'm also like. about to embark on a GI journey to figure out my Issues 💅🏼 and i'm just over here screaming like WITH WHAT TIIIIME AND MENTAL ENERGYYYYY but FUCK i need to get this shit in order before i pump my body full of antibiotics and opiates again

[kekewrites]

tw. mention of creampie, size kink, wholesome(?), reader is unable to speak human language + limited vocabulary, mention of abuse, abandonment issues

Imagine being a puppy!hybrid who's been saved by your current owner months ago. He found you wandering the streets alone, cold and starving.

It was pouring hard and the wind was extra harsh that day. Oh, how pitiful it is to see a hungry little pup girl rummage through the dirty trash bins, hoping to see scraps and edible food. That sight of you tugged on his tender heart, unable to walk away from such scene, he approached with quiet footsteps, not wanting to scare your cautious figure.

Your sharp senses have been dulled by fatigue and hunger as you didn't even notice his presence behind. Normally, you would've bolted away, afraid of how humans have treated you, but the way his voice sounded to your alert furry ears made your guard down. It was different from the people who abused and abandoned you. So gentle, the way his voice sounded like a lullaby.

That was the last thing you remembered after your first meeting.

***

You really are the best pet or companion he could ever ask for. Such a baby to take care of truly. He found out how you were unable to speak human language, often babbling and butchering words if you do try to talk. You do understand simple phrases and tones, which made it easier to communicate with you. He's not that knowledgeable about hybrids but he do know how to take care of a regular dog. It's hard to compare you to a dog or a human, you're neither closer to the other.

He severely underestimate how much of an attachment you formed with him.

It's not a bad thing.

But it certainly becomes harder for him to leave you for work.

"Come on... Don't look at me like that."

He really didn't want to leave you alone. Truly, he wants to be with you 24/7 but he needs to work, or else he won't be able to spoil you.

Your small pout and cute begging eyes, along with your droopy ears nearly made him stay. Nearly.

"Baby... I need to go. Don’t make that face," he murmurs, his voice soft as he takes in your pouted lips and droopy ears, tugging at his heartstrings. He gently pulls you up, pressing a kiss to your cheek, trailing to your lips, and peppering your face with soft kisses.

Don’t worry, he always thinks of you while he’s typing away at his lonely desk, his mind wandering to what you’re doing without him by your side. Were you playing just fine? Eating the meals he prepped for you? Being a good girl for him? His heart aches at the thought of you waiting by the door, staring at it just as he left it.

He never anticipated how slow time would crawl as he counted the minutes to the end of his shift, refusing to let a single minute become overtime. The moment he could, he raced through the garage and drove home.

"I’m back!" he calls, dropping his case of files and loosening his tie.

Thump, thump, thump.

Oh, how he loved the sound of your footsteps racing across the floor to reach him. It was the kind of sound that melted away the stress of the day, the kind of sound that reminded him why he hurried home in the first place. But this time, he wasn’t prepared for the way you threw yourself at him, arms flung wide as you collided with his chest.

He stumbled slightly, caught off guard, but quickly steadied himself, wrapping his arms around you instinctively. Your warmth, the way you buried your face in his suit—it all made his heart swell.

"Whoa there!" he said, chuckling softly as he ruffled your hair. "I missed you too, baby."

You looked up at him, your eyes bright with joy, and his exhaustion melted away completely. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, holding you close as if he’d never let go. Moments like this made everything worth it, every long hour and every sleepless night. You were his home, his safe haven, and the best part of his day.

"W-Wel... um," you stammer, your cheeks flushing slightly as your little fangs peek out with each syllable. "Wellum... b-back!"

He freezes for a moment, blinking as he stares at you, his head tilting slightly in confusion. Then, it hits him like a soft breeze, the realization dawning across his face.

Were you trying to say welcome back?

His heart squeezes as the thought sinks in, and a wide grin tugs at his lips. Aren’t you just the cutest? He crouches down to your level, his hands gently resting on your shoulders.

"Wellum back, huh?" he teases softly, his voice warm and playful. "Thank you, sweetheart. I feel very welcome now."

You shift nervously, glancing away with a little huff, but your lips twitch as if you’re trying not to smile. He chuckles and taps the tip of your nose affectionately, unable to resist how endearing you look.

"Do you know how much I missed you?" he says, his tone dropping into something softer, almost a whisper, as he pulls you into a hug. "Hearing that from you just made my day, you know that?"

Coming home was the best part of his day, he might quit his work and become a full-time freelancer if it meant spending more time with you.

Then one day came something with you. Your behavior became odd, strange even...

It didn't take too long for him to realize that you were approaching your heat. He read about it while researching about hybrids, the heat suppressants pills already stock in his drawers. The only problem was how uncooperative you were, spitting out the pills, running away when it was time for bathing, and being skittish whenever he was out. You were still his sweet girl, but you'd get moody and have an outburst.

"Come on, it's not that bad... Come here, baby." His voice is soft, coaxing.

Bath time was his least favorite thing to do. Not because he didn’t enjoy the idea of it—cleanliness was important—but because it always turned into a battle of wills. He never liked having to wrestle with you, and yet here you were, backed into the corner of the room like a wary kitten—wait, like a dog your arms wrapped protectively around yourself.

His gaze softens as he takes in your cowering, guarded figure. The way you look at him, a mix of defiance and uncertainty, makes his resolve waver. But the small trail of dirt smeared across your cheek and the strands of hair sticking to your face remind him there's no way around this.

"Baby, you can't stay like that forever," he says, tilting his head with an amused grin. He takes a cautious step forward, his movements slow, deliberate. "I'll make it quick, I promise. No bubbles this time, okay?"

You narrow your eyes suspiciously, not buying into his negotiations just yet. Inching further into the corner.

He sighs dramatically, running a hand through his hair. "This time, no tricks, just a nice, warm soak. You'll feel so much better."

When you don't budge, his grin turns sly. "But if you're going to make me chase you…" He starts rolling up his sleeves, his voice dropping to a mock-serious tone. "Then don't blame me if I catch you."

Your eyes widen slightly, and he sees the tiniest twitch of a smile forming on your lips, your tail wagging despite your best efforts to hide it. In that split second, he lunges forward, scooping you up effortlessly despite your squeals of protest. "Gotcha!" he declares triumphantly, carrying you toward the tub, half-heartedly squirming in his arms.

His smile softening as he presses a quick kiss to your forehead. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, stubborn little thing."

It was a nice warm bath, you placed on his lap as his arms wrapped around your waist for preventing your escape.

"See? Not that bad, hm?" He murmurs, almost groaning at how blissful he's feeling. The warm and comfortable water around him plus your nice, soft and plush figure on his lap made it ten times better than usual.

You were oddly quiet, your ears flopping. Your temperature higher than normal, he can see how you were breathing heavily.

Oh.

It's starting again hm?

Well, he's here to help... just not with the pill.

***

The scent of your arousal filled the air, sweet and intoxicating, making his own body react in kind. His cock twitched, already starting to harden.

"Hey, baby, you okay?" He asked softly, his voice rough with concern and desire. He tightened his arms around your waist, holding you close as you shifted restlessly on his lap. "You're burning up. Do you need me to cool you down?"

Your tail thumped against the side of the bathtub, betraying your excitement. His hands slid up your sides, tracing the curves of your body through the water. He leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"I can help you feel better. I know just what you need," He murmured, his voice low and seductive. His hands continued their exploration, cupping your breasts through the water. They were swollen and sensitive, the nipples hardening under his touch. His cock was fully hard now. Pressing his hips up against your ass, letting you feel his cock throb with need. He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in tight circles. Your breath hitches, a soft whimper escaping your lips as he works you, bringing you closer to the edge.

"That's it, let me hear you," he rasps.

His tongue laves over your pulse point, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Marking you, claiming you. His fingers never stop their relentless assault on your clit, pushing you higher and higher until you're trembling on the brink, teetering on the edge of release.

"Come for me," he demands.

And you do, your back arching, a scream tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you. He holds you through it, his fingers still working your clit, drawing out your pleasure until you're boneless and spent in his arms.

But he's not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.

He read that hybrid's heat last long for a few weeks, worst case scenario, for months. It could affect your well-being so he won't take any chances for that to happen.

"Hold on tight, baby," He murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire. With a smooth motion, he stood up in the bathtub, water sloshing around them as he carried you in his arms. Stepping out of the bathtub, water cascading down his muscular body as he made his way to the bedroom.

He'll do anything for his girl.

Anything.

[river-selkie]

I was raised by a bear therian

Well, my dad never said himself that he's a bear therian, but even without the word "therian" being used, his experience as one was undeniable and incredibly clear to me. He spent much of my childhood talking about his dreams of Alaska, how the land there felt like home to him more than anywhere else on Earth. So much so that when the military asked him if he was willing to move North into Alaska, he immediately jumped at the opportunity and spent several years of his life living in Fairbanks back when the weather was still frigid and sometimes volatile. He camped in the wilderness regularly and would tell me stories of caribou surrounding his tent in the mornings, large grizzlies wandering through the rivers, and scraggly wolves with summer pelts trotting across the land. His job handling search and recovery cases at the time encouraged this lifestyle, especially in winter when people would go missing on the roads or crash their bush planes in the woods and he had to find the deceased and bring them back to civilization. Funny enough, he confessed to having a search and recovery team come and look for him at one point after he got carried away and stayed out in the forest for a little too long, deciding to ride the river near him a few miles away just as a "fun idea" and scared my mother into thinking he died out there.

I wasn't alive yet when my dad lived in Alaska though. I had my dad shortly after he had left, and I saw how much he missed it even at a young age. I honestly visited the state so often with him that you'd assume I had family there, but to him, maybe the Northern animals were family. I complained about it back then since I'd be wearing puffy coats and winter accessories in the middle of summer when everyone else was going to Hawaii or Mexico, but I saw how happy he was whenever he'd have a wild caught salmon for dinner or get to walk close to a glacier. When he'd see icebergs in the water from boat tours he'd be sitting entirely outside on the deck during or, most importantly, the day he finally got a chance to visit Admiralty Island (better known as "Fortress of the Bear"). It had always been his dream to go and as he sat there at ease in the tall grass fields watching the giant brown bears graze the fields a mile away. He had a look on his face as if he was meant to be there forever, that he was never supposed to leave. It was hard to not gain a fondness for the place with how much he loved it, and my dad would even tell my sister and I that the remote wilderness of Alaska is where he wants his ashes to one day be placed. Inevitably, I'll be going back again one day to the "final frontier" for him to finally be able to stay there forever like he wanted.

When he wasn't in Alaska, he was at home with me in Colorado taking me on adventures in the Rocky mountains. He was an avid fish lover, always packing salmon, halibut, or a tuna sandwich. I don't think he ate much else when I was a kid, and before my fish allergy developed, that was pretty much my diet too. I think he honestly was disappointed when I wasn't able to eat fish anymore, lamenting on the fact that I never got to have another Alaskan salmon or try a smoked fish. Every time his back would get itchy, he'd scratch it by using the corner between the doorway and the wall, very reminiscent of a bear using a tree to get some unreachable spot which I laughed about to which he'd shrug and say "it's an instinct I guess". Dessert always had to have honey in it, but if honey wasn't available, it had to be something with pumpkin or berries. Pumpkin pie, berry pie, and pumpkin ice cream were his favorites and his birthday dinners usually involved one of the three instead of cake. He often watched bear documentaries with me too, namely one I remember about someone who was the "Grizzly Man" who lived mostly in the wild and met his end to the very bears he spent his life around and I also remember him enjoying Never Cry Wolf, a 1983 film set in Alaska's remote North as well. It inspired him to apply for the ticket lottery every year for over a decade to try and win a trip to Katmai to see the bears during the salmon run, which he inconveniently won when he was literally already in Alaska and about to head back home. Needless to say, his irritated groans and pouts weren't forgotten on the plane back to Colorado.

My mom was mostly absent from my life in the sense that she played no healthy or genuine part in raising me despite being under the same roof due to her relentless addictions, so I do feel as if my childhood was mostly defined by being my dad's "bear cub". He loved animals and taught me to respect them and nature tremendously, and his "abnormal" behaviors became something I now recognize as something I resonate with as a grown otter therian. I sometimes wonder if he raised me into otterhood and if I would still be a therian without his influence, or if my otterhood is something of a "family trait" given that my older sister strikes me as a bird therian in many ways too, but I find it amusing to consider that there are so many animalistic individuals in my family who could fall under the alterhuman umbrella, and yet have never uttered the word "therian" in their lives. I'm curious how many other people in the world are just like me and simply never wanted to label it or explore it deeper, or worse, how many people have had it shunned into the depths of themselves to be forgotten about? I for one am grateful that I can call myself nonhuman and live a life understanding why I am the way that I am, even if I'm unsure of the source.

[mellowyellow236]

How would the TWST boys act when they had a crush on the Reader/Yuu?

All are meant to be interpreted as romantic except for Ortho, who is a wingman for his brother in his part. Some characters might be a bit OOC. Reader is GN but will be referred to as pretty/beautiful. Minor TW for Rollo having yandere tendencies.

If anyone has anything to add or any questions, please leave an ask or comment! Requests are open if anyone wants :) Everything is under the cut

Heartslabyul:

Riddle Rosehearts - 

Not the best person to have liking you. 

He’s not mean or anything he just... Has no idea what to do with himself at any time. 

And it’s very obvious. 

He thinks that if he’s very, very specific about you following the rules, you’ll praise him and thus that’ll mean you’ll like him. 

He’s… Trying his best. 

“Off With Your Head!” You felt the metal clamp around your neck as you heard the echo of the words. Turning around, you saw the small redhead with his hands on his hips, face already flushing. He grabbed the drink you were holding, the surface of the coffee moving as he pulled away. “On a Tuesday, one can only drink lemon tea past 3:14 in the afternoon!” He huffed, before using his free hand to pull you away. “If you don’t know the rules, I’ll just have to teach them to you. Come on, there’s some tea in the garden. I have a book of rules I could read to you.” 

Trey Clover - 

He’s housewife material, he’ll bake for you 

“Any boy can be babygirl but it takes a man to be a single  mother” vibes 

I never know what to say to him he’s just a normal person who likes cooking 

On a complete side note if you ever go to NYC, go to Alice’s Tea Cup. It’s this tea house that’s kind of close to Broadway, at least last time I went pre-COVID, and it’s so good. I have the recipe book from there and the pumpkin scones are the best. 

You walked into the Hearslabyul kitchen, smiling at the smell of apple pie. Trey was baking, and the dish had just come out of the oven. He smiled, but then slapped your hand away when you tried to grab it. “Not yet, it needs to cool first. If you really want something to eat, we have leftover blueberry scones in the fridge.” He said, looking away to get the serving plate. You touched it anyway, pulling back as you burned yourself. He looked at you and sighed, taking you by the arm to get an ice cube on it. “Burnt hand teaches best, I suppose... It shouldn’t be that bad of a burn. If it gets any worse, I’ll  put some cream on it...” He said, before kissing the burn. “And a get-well-soon kiss, of course.” 

Cater Diamond - 

He’s a silly boy, but also an angsty one 

If he genuinely likes you, he’d probably try really, really hard to be the “perfect guy” 

And also to try to hide how into you he is because he’s scared you’ll leave him 

Those moments when his guard drops are probably the sweetest, though 

“Ah, that was fun! Well, Cay-cay’s all yours for the rest of the day. What do you wanna do now?” Cater said, having just turned off his livestream. You were behind his phone smiling at him. You were going to recommend getting a drink at the Monstro lounge, but saw how tired he was. He smiled at you when you asked to just hang out with him at home. “You do, huh? Well, there’s a new movie we could watch.” When you raised an eyebrow, asking if it was for Magicam, he just chuckled and shook his head. “Nope. A remake of an old classic. I want to watch it with you. I’m sure that you’d be able to make anything good, just by being there.” 

Ace Trapolla & Deuce Spade- 

They’re together because I feel like you can’t make one fall for you without the other. It’s a ‘buy one get one free’ deal. 

Ace would be a nightmare to have in love with you. 

He’d try his best to flirt, but mainly through really bad dirty jokes and pickup lines. 

Or, by inserting himself into your life as much as possible in an attempt to force himself into a place of importance for you 

Duece, on the other hand, would be an angel. 

He attempts to be an old-fashioned gentleman, like holding open doors and getting you flowers. 

Are those roses from Heartslabyul’s garden? Maybe. Just don’t snitch on him to Riddle. 

You weren't entirely sure how you got yourself into hiding in a cabinet with Ace and Duece, but here you were, avoiding the Riddle currently screaming his head off about how someone had stolen the roses currently in your arms. You had a hand over Duece’s mouth as he muttered apologies, trying to get him to shut up, before Ace leaned in and whispered “Hey, Prefect?” You gave him a look, to which he said, “Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see!” He asked, voice rising in volume as he tried not to laugh, to which Duece slapped him on the arm and cried, “Don’t be so loud! You’re going to get us caught!” Ace only laughed harder, until the door to the cabinet opened. You took a dash out of there with your roses, the two bumbling baffoons behind you, the yelling housewarden already collaring them. 

Savanaclaw: 

Leona Kingscholar - 

He’s a fun man 

Well, not really, but his attempts are very fun for Ruggie. 

He’ll just drag you away and force you to cuddle with him. 

You’ll probably end up cutting class, but do you really care when it’s with the clingy lion man? 

Throwing money at you with no regard to the amount he gives or the reason he does it is the other attempt. 

If he can prove that he’s better at taking care of you than the lizard, he can win this round. 

And get a better lover than his brother, but that’s the secondary goal. 

You were just walking in the garden when you felt someone trip you, causing you to land half in a bush. Before you could turn around to tell off the person responsible, they grabbed your waist and pulled you to them on the floor. “It’s nap time, Herbivore. Shut up and let me sleep.” When you told him that he was the one who invited you here and you’d have to skip your next class to stay, he just huffed and rolled his eyes at you, pushing a pouch in your hand. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. If you’ll be like that, take this and you can get whatever you want in your lunch period. Fair deal if you’ll stay.” 

Ruggie Bucchi - 

Would never ask you out on a date, he’s scared. 

The best treatment that you get before he’s sure you’re not going to be mean to him is that he doesn’t pawn your gifts off for cash. 

Afterward, he’ll be a bit more affectionate 

Maybe even give you some of his food... 

Also, hyena courting stuff; Shadowing a potential partner, taking a step forward and then taking a step back, and other stuff like that. 

You heard the laughing of the beastman before you were able to see his face. He had been following you around for most of the day, but every time he’d take a few steps forward, he’d taken a few back after a second. Now, though, he had his head on your shoulder. “Hello, Prefect. Look what I got!” He said, showing you a donut he had probably gotten from Sam’s. “You want a bite?” He asked, when you nodded and took a bite he bit onto the other end, giggling away. “What, was that really enough to fluster you, Prefect? Shishishi, I should try doing this to you again.”

Jack Howl - 

Jack asks you outright if you feel the same way he does, especially if you two are friends. 

Finally! A confession! 

He doesn’t want to make your friendship weird, so he wants to tell you that it’s happened and either find a way to get over you or have a happy relationship. 

Very much “Worst they can say is no, best they can say is yes” kind of man 

Aside from that, very loyal and sweet to you before he realizes that he likes you 

Also, a pinch of an old-fashioned gentleman in him 

Jack had called you out earlier that day to go on an evening walk with him, and so here you were. You were in the mountains, walking at a fairly slow pace. You neared a big tree as the sun set, and Jack took a deep breath. He took your hand, ears on high alert and tail looking undecided between if it wanted to cower beneath his legs or wag excitedly, and said, “Prefect, I like you very much. Please go on a date with me.”

Octavinelle: 

Azul Ashengrotto - 

Oh no 

He has two moods when it comes to the person he likes; Annoyingly showoffish and annoyingly terrified of you. 

Somehow, it’s sometimes both. 

He would talk very loudly about how well he was doing as a businessman his contracts and how much money he’d made. 

And then you touch him and he just stops functioning.

“Oh, look, Jade! Another new high this month! We might even be able to expand!” He cried, glancing at you again and again. This had been happening every time you visited Monstro Lounge; A song and dance of Azul fishing for compliments that he seemed to hate, if him leaving the room every time you complimented him had anything to say about it. This time, you grabbed his wrist as you spoke, telling him how he was doing a very good job. You watched him turn a shade of red and blue, stiffening up as he muttered out a response. “Thank you... I will keep your response in mind.” The moment you let him go, Jade stepped in to talk to you as the octopus-mer ran away once more. 

Jade Leech - 

As the more put together of the two moray eels here, he gets the ‘classier’ side of the coin. 

Moray courting rituals of wrapping together is often described as a dance, so he’ll try to dance with you. 

Aside from that, I can see him subtly teasing you about yawning in front of him, even if you don’t understand why. 

And feeding you plenty of mushroom dishes. 

You were stuffed, that was for sure. Jade had invited you to Octavinelle a while ago, and now you were here, eating various mushroom dishes like your life depended on it. He was smiling, another one placed in front of you. “A shiitake and crab stir fry is next. Surely, you have room for more?” He asked, a small smile on his lips. He chuckled when you yawned, “Isn’t it a bit late in the season for that?” When you asked what he meant, he only shook his head and brought a filled fork to your lips. “Fufu. Just focus on eating for now, Prefect.” 

Floyd Leech - 

Hehe funny unhinged eel man  

Moray eels like to cuddle, so prepare to be squeezed by him 

Also, yawning or ‘gaping’ (Opening his mouth really wide) at you. 

Honestly, I don’t have a lot of thoughts on him, he’s just a silly little guy. 

“Shrimpy!” You heard cried behind you, Floyd flopping himself over you from behind. He yawned and pushed his head over your shoulder as he spread himself over you so his weight was all on you to hold up. “Whatcha doing?” He asked, smiling at you. Once you answered that you were on your way to class, he frowned, wrapping his arms around you before lifting you like a cat. “That’s boring! Common, Shrimpy, we’re going to find something fun to do!” 

Scarabia: 

Kalim Al-Asim - 

For Kalim, I feel as if the second he knows he likes you, you will know he likes you because he’ll tell you outright. 

Before he knows he likes you, everyone else will know he likes you. 

Running up to you at every opportunity, constantly complimenting you, talking about you to everyone who will listen, etc. 

Much like the other rich kids who aren’t used to being genuinely wanted for themselves and not their money in this school, Kalim will throw expensive gifts at you in an attempt to gain your favor. 

“Prefect!!” You heard someone shout, running at you from across the field of the flying lesson you were in. “There you are! I’ve got something for you!” He said, smiling all the while. He kissed you on the cheek, and then reached into his bag, pulling out a golden bracelet. Before you had time to refuse, because it was the middle of a class where it could easily be lost or because of the outrageous price tag, he spoke up. “And now we match! Just like twins, see?” He had kept his ones on this time, and you couldn’t help but smile as he was beaming up at you. 

Jamil Viper - 

Jamil might not be able to show off often, but he does try to do so for you. 

You’re busy and can’t cook? He’ll get you some food! 

You’ve torn a hole in your gym clothes? He’s got a sewing kit on him!

Your homework is about to kill your GPA because Crewel seems to hate having breaks? He’s your guy!

All in all, he attempts to woo you like a mixture of a 1950s housewife and the stereotype of tutor love interests in media. 

“-And that’s how to make a basic healing tonic. Any questions?” He asked. When you shook your head, he gave a small smile. “That’s good. I’ll help you clean up in here, and then I’ve got something for you back at Scarabia.” His hand brushed yours as he helped you clear up the papers that had been scattered around as you studied. “You mentioned wanting to try foods from the scalding sands, so I got a bunch of ingredients. I’ll make you a wonderful meal if you’d like.”

Pomefiore: 

Vil Schoenheit - 

Much like Riddle, you must deal with him being much more annoying as soon as he likes you. 

Just this time, he’s annoying you about your self-care. 

You don’t take multi-hour spa baths in the crummy bath at Ramshackle? Well, now you do at the much better baths in Pomefiore every week. 

You don’t have a skincare routine that takes up half your morning? Yes, you do. 

You will never be in better condition physically but he will continue finding new ways to push you. 

He does it out of love because he wants you to always look and feel your best. 

You opened the door to Ramshackle, looking at a mildly annoyed Vil. He grabbed you before you could protest, leading you away from your dorm. “Come on, Potato. I’m taking you to Pomefiore, and you’re going to get a makeover.” When you asked why, the third year just rolled his eyes. “You have bags under your eyes, and they seem to be from lack of sleep or stress, if your appearance when you came here was anything to say about it. So, I’m getting you a spa day and will teach you how to take care of yourself better. If you still can’t, I’ll just have to take you for spa time more often.” 

Rook Hunt - 

Rook is a walking love letter. 

Constantly waxing poetics, and talking about how beautiful you are. 

You forget something at home and the next thing you know you’ve got an arrow shot next to you and whatever you need as well as a heartfelt note is in a pouch tied to it. 

And he’s just... There. 

All the time. 

He’s in your walls. 

You sighed, having forgotten your potions textbook for the third time this week. Truly, your memory was your own worst- What was that? A thud had come from right next to you; An arrow with a paper gift bag tied onto it through a deep purple ribbon had been shot into a tree, going right past your head. When you looked into it, there was your missing textbook, as well as a note from the giver. ‘Dearest Trickster, it is a wonder to be in your presence. I do ask, please grace me with those eyes to my face. If only I had those, I would be happy to deliver you your books for the rest of my life.’ When you looked around, you saw him; The third year excitedly waving at you from the rooftop of the school. 

Epel Felmeir - 

He tries so hard to show you how awesome cool and manly he is. 

Has the same vibes as a child showing their parents how good they are at sports. 

“Hey Mom, look!” *Kicks a soccer ball and falls flat on his face* 

He’s doing the best he can with the skills he has, give the little guy some credit 

“Hey, Prefect! Did ya see that goal I made at the end?” Epel said, having just finished a Spelldrive game. He had come up to you as soon as he was done, and you smiled at him, nodding and telling him that he had done well. He puffed his chest out at that, looking like the cat who got the cream. “Of course I did! I’ll even give ya a ride on my broom after our next practice, so you can see what it looks like when ya playing. That’s be fun, right?” He said, smiling at you widely. 

Ignihyde: 

Idia Shroud - 

Scared boy 

Very, very scared boy 

He will try to run from you any time he’s nearby.

If you manage to corner him, expect him to be very flustered. 

Maybe you’ll get a sentence or two out of him if you keep trying... 

Idia had been avoiding you for the past few days, and you had no idea why. So here you were, using the key card ortho gave you to work your way into the room of the hermit. He was hunched over his desk, eyes closed and breathing steady. His monitor was on, so when you walked over, you took the mouse out from him and went to save in his game before you closed it out. He stirred, muttering as he opened his eyes, “One more round, Orthohmysevenitsyouohimsorryicangonow!” He bolted straight up, hair flaming pink as he pushed the swirly chair back and ran out of his own room.

Ortho Shroud - 

His big brother’s best wingman 

Will come up to you and talk about how great his brother is 

If needed, pulls up diagrams and chats like he’s giving a PowerPoint presentation on his brother’s ability to date you 

“Prefect!” You heard a shout, the younger Shroud brother coming up to you. “I have something that you must see! You are aware of my brother’s affection for you, correct?” When you shook your head, he smiled, pulling up a presentation on his iPad. “That makes this much more difficult, but very well! As you can see here, one’s heartbeat increases when one meets with the object of one’s affections. This can be caused by a flight or fight response, which my brother does not usually suffer from when over a call with another. However, when your voice is there, his heart rate spikes dramatically! This means that I have reason to believe that he is in love with you. In this presentation, I will-”

Diasonia: 

Malleus Dracona - 

He is going to try to woo you with gems 

And probably other dragon-courting rituals 

I think that out of the beastmen and fae, he understands the least that you don’t get their courting rituals. 

By the name he realizes that you don’t think you’re dating he’s already picked out the names of your kids. 

“Child of Man?” You heard the familiar voice of Hornton call out to you in your garden. You smiled, turning around to face him. “It’s nice to see you again. I have a gift for you.” He said, holding out a golden necklace with emeralds sprinkled in. When you tried to refuse the gift, saying it was too expensive to get ‘just because’ he only shook his head and put it around your neck. “All the stars in the sky would be too little to give you, and every jewel in my horde pales in comparison to your beauty. If only you wear this, then you will surely compare to my father when you take your place at my side. Although, I believe you already do in both appearance and wit.”

Lilia Vanrouge - 

Old fae bat man 

He flirts with you, but it ends up being either too old-timey or too fae for you to understand 

For the old-timey side; According to Wikipedia, “Gifts accompanied courtship in the form of a man proving coins, trinkets or clothing to the woman he is trying to woo.” So, he gets you various gifts, like coins, jewelry that he has, and whatever else you’re interested in. 

I assume that because he’s such a long-lived fae, they range from ‘I found this stone in the garden’ to ‘Here’s a 1000-year-old artifact capable of destroying the world if you hold onto it wrong’

For the fae side; Male bats court by making various noises (screaming, honking, singing), flicking their wings/showing off how good they are at flying, and grooming the other party. I’m interpreting this as singing to you, playing with your hair, and trying to impress you in flight class. 

Also, him humming old love songs to you and playing with your hair I can’t-

Lilia was sitting next to you on the couch, as you flipped through various movies on the television he had in his room. You were in his arms, with his hands in your hair, braiding wherever he could get enough hair to do so. “Hey, Beastie?” He chuckled as you sighed at the lack of familiar movies. “I really do care for you quite a bit. Also, there’s this one Halloween movie that came out a year or two ago. Terror is Trending, or something. We could watch that.” He laughed again and started humming. It seemed to be a classical piece. When you asked what he was singing, he said “Dichterliebe, Robert Schumann’s Op. 48., movement 11.” He smiled at you, and then laughed at your confusion. “Just put the movie on already, Beastie.” 

Silver “Vanrouge” - 

The meeting scene from Sleeping Beauty 

That’s it, that’s my idea 

Due to the lack of inspiration, he gets a slightly longer drabble, though? 

You were walking in the woods, pausing at a shallow river, singing to yourself. It wasn’t long until you heard a horse trotting towards you. You turned to face it, and Silver smiled as you did. “It’s nice to see you again, Prefect.” He said, getting off his horse to stand next to the river with you. He looked at you, gently humming the same tune as you were. He reached a hand out to pull you in, one hand in yours and the other on your waist. “Do you know how to dance?” He asked, already starting the movements. When you shook, your head, he laughed, spinning you around. “I’ll teach you. Copy my movements, but backward... 1 2 3, 1 2 3...” He started to dance with you, slowly going from repeating the pattern to singing lightly. He was softly smiling, staring at you even as your eyes were focused on your feet. However, it didn’t take long before his horse seemed to tire of this, pushing the two of you in. “Samson!” Silver cried out, now soaking wet and a bit banged up from shielding you from the fall. “And after I promised you an extra bucket of oats to come out here... No carrots for you tonight.” He spoke, looking at you as you asked him why he had done so. Silver only smiled and responded, “There was something strange about you, and I heard your voice earlier. You’re almost too beautiful to be real. I thought it was some mysterious being, a wood sprite or a fae. Truly lovely either way.”

Sebek Zigvolt - 

He tries to protect you like the knight that he aspires to be 

He will infodump to you about Malleous or Brair Valley or something else of the sort if you let him 

Also, he’s half fae, which means fae/crocodile courting rituals. 

Crocodiles mainly bump snouts as far as I can tell, so expect many boops from him. 

Also, piggyback rides and playful nips if you get close enough to him 

“And that is why Wakasama is the greatest mage in our time!” Sebek finished, still carrying you around the school. When you tried again to tell him it wasn’t needed, Sebek scoffed. “Foolish Human! You said that your leg was tired after running in flight class, and so you must rest your legs lest you injure yourself!” He said, bopping his nose against yours. “Besides, you must know by now that as a friend of Wakasama, it is my job to defend you as I would him! In not doing so, I would be committing a sin worse than just letting you walk by yourself! As such, I will accompany you to and from class from now on. Be grateful, Human!” 

RSA+NBC: 

Che’nya - 

Che’nya will try to pull as many pranks on you as he can  

Appearing in random places, taking little things from you, and other things showing up in random places you never put them.  

All around being a little menace and trying to make your daily life as annoying as possible 

You sighed, looking towards the floating smile next to you. It laughed, as you held up the empty pencil case, asking it how he expected you to be able to do your homework now. He only chuckled, the rest of his head and shoulders appearing. “Stay pawsitive, Prefect! No need to be so catty!” You rolled your eyes, to which the boy simply snickered and rubbed his head against your cheek. “Come on, my puns are purrfect!” He pulled a pencil out of seemingly thin air, letting you take it from him. “And I’ve got plenty of pens back at RSA if you’d like to take a weekend trip to see me.” 

Neige Leblanche - Kinda angsty, but not much

He’s a sweet guy first and foremost, and his having a crush on you reflects that. 

He buys you flowers, takes you on walks in nature, romantic stuff like that. 

Maybe watching cheesy old movies with you and cuddling 

He wants to be your friend before he dates you, though, and won’t make a move until after you can see what life would be like if you were dating him considering how famous he is. 

He needs to make sure that you’re comfortable with the fame you’ll gain, and that you love him for more than just his popularity. 

Neige sighed, biting his lower lips. He was situated in your arms on the floor of his dorm room, what you’d define as a cheesy romcom on the TV. The most interesting part was the man going through his DM’s next to you. He snuggled into you a bit more as you asked him what was wrong, to which he said “Just... Hate comments and stuff. They’re really mean sometimes. Saying stuff...” He took a deep breath again, and melted against you. “Thank you for treating me like I’m a normal person. It means... So much to me. I... Care for you so much.” 

Rollo Flamme - Rollo's got yandere tendency's

Unfortunately, I can in no way see Rollo having a light crush on anyone 

For him, I imagine it’s an ‘all or nothing’ situation 

So, you’ll end up with a very obsessive and objectively evil wizard trying to win your heart by any means necessary 

But this is not the post for that, so he’s getting toned down to fit into a little drabble  

“Mon amour, how are you feeling?” Rollo asked you, coming into the area that you were lying in. You had been resting in the infirmary since coming back from the destruction he caused, and he sat on the edge of the bed. You turned away from him, closing your eyes and saying that you had no desire to speak to him. Rollo sighed, “Please, my dear? I am begging you, just talk to me.” You shook your head, but he took your hand and kissed your knuckles anyway. “Then I will wait for you to want to speak to me again. However, I do ask that it be soon. I cannot imagine my life without you, my dear angel, and I do not intend to live without you forever.” 

[ablobwhowrites]

Do you think detective y/n does anything in particular without knowing to catch the eye of certain heros or villans. Like he has a mini garden and Poison ivy brings over her plant babies to meet his. Or like he likes to do the crossword puzzles in the newspaper and suddenly the riddler starts sending him riddles in the mail

(detective y/n just wants to have a normal hobby.)

Detective y/n can't have any normal hobbies in Gotham. Like if y/n has a art hobby and makes art or does pottery, just know Catwoman is taking his paintings, pottery or anything art related things y/n makes. This goes the same with the penguin but he gets his henchmen to take it. If Bruce finds out then he's getting supplies for y/n and it worries how Bruce knows he has a art hobby.

Gardening is not normal, I tell you want cause y/n always comes to check on his plants and sees more that he didn't put there and think it's just the plants growing more. And now he has a small version of Audrey II from little shop of horrors but instead of wanting to eat people, they spy on y/n for ivy and they are taken care of pretty well. Y/n is afraid of pissing off the sentient plant that likes to eat meat but they do make for a grea buddy to talk to in the mornings.

Riddler loves sending y/n stuff in the mail and he's even more in love than he already is when hearing, y/n likes doing word puzzles or just anything that involves riddles or anything like that. Bro is sending y/n more things and his mailbox is overflowing with letters and things riddler has sent. And oh boy if y/n likes the theater and with clay face use to being a actor, more or less shows y/n the stuff clay face use to do and their roles in movies and such. (sorry if I'm getting clay face's character wrong but he was a actor but please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong) y/n being scared for his live obviously but clayface just kinda ranting on about the glory of being a actor of the arts and the most spectacular roles he played in but obviously Batman comes to save y/n.

If y/n shows interests in studying fish or something then black manta is definitely going to snatch y/n up to take him into his domain. (Manta makes sure that y/n can breath with the oxygen tanks he put on y/n) like manta is definitely not going to trap y/n down in his domain so manta can keep y/n forever.

The heros are as bad as the villains as superman or flash hears that y/n likes to travel. Y/n would be asked what country they'd like to go to and then immediately they would be picked up and carried to the place they wanted to go and let me tell you, when y/n was finally able to stand on their own after bascially being delivered to another country they wanted to see. They did yell a bit at flash or superman (after throwing up from how fast they were going.), they did try to enjoy their time there for a until having to go home the same way they came in (y/n is clinging into flash or superman for dear life when traveling fast in far distances).

The bat family is just as bad. Because Grayson and y/n work together like Gordon and Batman basically, so it's nice to have at least a normal person who would listen to y/n about his hobbies. As y/n does like to read books a lot and even started a good chunk of a collection. But of course, they can't be normal as Grayson would be recommending his favorite books (he's been wanting to yap about the books he reads. But most are murder mysteries or thrillers or something.) Damian likes to be included but manly lures in the shadows keeps tabs on y/n as Damian actually likes being around y/n like a little brother and big brother dynamic. Tim is the same as Damian but more of wanting to show y/n cool shows he watches and wants to have y/n see how cool they are and stuff because Damian doesn't like the shows or movies tim watches, Grayson is always busy and Jason doesn't really care all that much but watches them with tim. But y/n actually does like the shows and stuff so Tim will yap about his favorite characters to y/n and then deep dive on the series. Jason has a whole weapon arsenal and knife collection that he is very proud of and shows to y/n as still basically seeing y/n as a cool friend and wanting to show off his cool collection but Jason also does like reading the books y/n likes as they could talk about it in the future depending on when y/n comes over to the manor again.

Also imagining when Valentines comes around, just detective y/n being kidnapped by joker and Harley to have a romantic dinner but Batman saves y/n (to much of jokers and Harley's dismay) and ended up getting multiple Valentine cards and date requests letters from heros and villains a like. Detective y/n can't have a day off cause duty calls (also I'm planning to have detective y/n start dating someone in the series but I'll keep that secret for later. He's finally getting some love but later, he needs his angst arc to continue till then.)

(That's if for my yap session today but if you want more please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n ideas. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[nebulablakemurphy]

Capitol Loss

Summary: Set in the Moves & Countermoves Universe. Years after the rebellion, Y/N and Haymitch’s son is off to study in the Capitol, where he discovers the true cost of being a victor. Discussions of trauma and forced prostitution, proceed with caution.

“My name is Everest Abernathy, born and raised in the Victors’ Village of district twelve. Everyone says I look like my dad…I don’t really see it though.”

The joke lands as it always does, with genuine laughter and whispers. His classmates know he’s Haymitch’s son, even without the introduction. He doesn’t mind of course, he loves his dad, but people always kind of expect him to behave like his father too.

“Alright, fine.” Everest holds up his hands, “you caught me, I was born in the Capitol. But I was raised in Victors’ Village.”

Growing up, when the cameras would come, that was the gig. People would eat it up. And Everest would indulge them. It wasn’t until long after the rebellion that Everest had the freedom to discover who he was.

His parents, ever supportive, were more than willing to help their firstborn child pack up and board a train to a place that had never been kind to them. Because they love him that much. And that love is not lost on him.

When the professor asks him to stay after class, Everest is more than happy to. But he needs to make one thing clear.

“I don’t want any special treatment or anything. I’m here to learn. Panem is still rebuilding itself, I want to do my part.”

“Of course, my boy. I think it’s incredibly brave of you to be here. Away from your family for the very first time, driven by a sense of justice! Your parents must be so proud.”

“They would’ve been just as proud if I stayed in twelve to trade in the square.” His parents were always proud of him. As though he and his siblings were some sort of miracle, created by their love for each other. And they are still disgustingly in love. “But I think it’s our duty now, to make sure we continue moving forward and never back.”

The professor nods, “I do hope that our unit covering the lives of victors, leading up to the uprising, is a solid representation of all you endured during childhood.”

Endured? His childhood was a great many things, but by no stretch of the imagination was it something he had to ‘endure.’ Everest clears his throat, “I mean yeah, it was weird. Growing up with cameras in my face and a bunch of strangers in crazy outfits who would scream and burst into tears at the sight of me. But I think, my mom especially, would do little things to make sure that me and Arista were never scared. Not to say my dad didn’t, I think he was just trying to keep us alive, more or less.” He shrugs.

“It sounds like you have a very good head on your shoulders. After all, you are right around the age your mother was when she married your father.”

Everest’s jaw clenches, he knows his mother is younger than his father. Everyone does. “Love makes us do the darnedest things.”

“That was always interesting to me, the way trauma could create such strong affection.” The professor nods. “But I suppose between the arrangement of marriage to spare her from the Capitol, only to be forced to exploit themselves again and again…”

What?

“That would bond two people together in a way we’ll never be able to understand.”

Everest nods, skin crawling, imploring the man to continue.

It’s not until the professor presents his parent’s wedding portrait that the contents of Everest’s stomach empty themselves onto the floor. This image does not reside on the walls of his childhood home, where his father has them all hung proudly.

My mom, no older than I am now.

My mom, held so tightly to my father’s side it must have hurt.

My mom, smiling her best Capitol smile.

And my dad…protecting the only living person he loved.

————————————————————————

There is a knock at Everest’s door sometime later. Hours, maybe days. He can’t bring himself to answer it. “Go away!”

“No can do, I made a promise to your parents.”

Not Cashmere or Finnick, maybe he’s safe.

“Look, my parents made a lotta deals with a lotta people. You are not special, I promise.”

“Professor Smith said you asked him not to contact your parents. But as you’ve missed two straight days of class, I’m legally required to.”

Everest groans, rising to his feet and swinging open the door. “What do you want, Heavensbee?”

“To talk to you.” Plutarch explains. “Give you a chance to vent.”

“You’re Capitol, why do you care?” You let it happen.

“When I met your dad he was only a couple years younger than you are now.”

“And let me guess, I look just like him?” The boy scoffs.

“Yes and no,” Plutarch smiles. “I see your mom.”

“If you’re looking for an in, you won’t find one.”

“The first time I met Y/N, she told me she didn’t give a shit about winning the game, because she wanted to break the board.” Plutarch explains, “you’re a lot alike in that way.”

“Alright,” I’ll bite. Everest opens the door wide enough for the older man to enter, closing it behind them. “If you’re the expert, why don’t you explain what happened?”

“They couldn’t just let the boy who almost broke the board marry the girl who wanted to break it, and live happily ever after.” Plutarch lifts a shoulder, “Snow had to beat it out of them somehow.”

“How?”

“Started with Haymitch, took out his family, including his girlfriend back home, left him with nothing. He started drinking to cope.”

“I know that.” Everest swallows.

“During Y/N’s post games interview she suggested that the hunger games were unnecessary and should stop.”

“I know that too.”

“Haymitch made a deal with President Snow to keep the same thing from happening to Y/N. Did you know that?” Plutarch arches a brow.

“What kind of deal?” Everest demands.

“Some of the victors would be sold to higher ups in the Capitol. Haymitch agreed, in exchange for your mother’s safety and her family’s.”

“Why did he have to marry her?” That’s the part that doesn’t make sense.

“As you said, your parents made a lot of deals, this one protected her from being sold directly to anyone. Marriage between victors is relatively uncommon, there was curiosity. I have no idea the exact numbers, but I do know that their footage was the highest grossing victor profit ever made.”

“How many victors did he sell?”

“Again, I don’t know the exact number. That was far from my department; but to answer your question, too many.”

Again, his stomach churns. “So me and Arista were just accidents?”

“Have you ever heard the idle hands theory?”

“What the fuck is that?” Everest demands, pacing in the space between his bed and desk.

“Easy,” Plutarch holds up his hands, “if this is too much for you-”

“Sorry,” Everest runs a hand over his face, “I’m sorry.” To go from knowing nothing, to knowing everything... “Please, continue.”

“A child would occupy their time and their minds. Serve as a means to make them more complicit. You were their pride and joy. You were the Capitol’s too.”

Everest sucks in a breath.

“You got a little older, idle hands need filling.”

“Arista.” Everest whispers.

“A ‘little Y/N’ to solve all of Snow’s problems.” Plutarch smirks, “if I didn’t know any better I’d think he was…content with your parents, for a time.”

“Why Daisy?” Their hands were full.

Plutarch hangs his head. “You were ten, going on eleven. Close to reaping age and there was a Quarter Quell right around the corner, pair that with Peeta and Katniss’ stunt with the berries and-”

“They were gonna run.” It makes sense, in all its horrible entirety.

“Everyone knew it. Especially Snow.” Plutarch confirms. “Fastest way to ground a flight risk is to cut their wings.”

Is that why my dad calls her an angel?

“That’s the hard stuff and the most important.” Plutarch assures him, “I don’t expect us to be friends now, Everest. But if you’re going to learn the truth about your parent’s lives here, I’d rather it be from someone who cares about them. Not some stranger who knows them as pages in a book.”

“Are you gonna tell them?” Everest wonders, “my parents?”

“No,” Plutarch shakes his head, “that’s your conversation to have not mine.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to take anything else from you.” The Abernathys have given enough.

————————————————————————

Weeks pass and while Everest hasn’t been accepting any calls, there is one person he doesn’t have the heart to ignore.

He hits the button, sluggishly. “Hey, Arista.”

“Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good.” Everest lies.

“Hang on, let me get mom and dad.”

“Arista, wait.” Everest protests, “how are they?”

“Mom and dad?” Arista lifts a brow, “they’re mom and dad.”

“Dad’s feeling better?”

“Yeah.” The girl whispers, “his liver’s pretty beat up though. They’re discussing options with a doctor in the Capitol, but don’t tell them I told you that.”

“They told you and not me?” Everest scoffs.

“They didn’t tell me anything, you know how they are.” Arista says, “I overheard them talking about leaving us with Aunt Madge for a couple weeks for the treatment.”

“How are Daisy and Auggie?”

“August has been giving everyone a run for their money, now that Daisy’s mellowed out.”

“That’s good.”

“You sound upset.” Arista sighs.

“It’s just….school’s been a lot.”

“Come home then, loser.” Arista laughs, “we miss you.”

Does he want to go home? Can he? “First semester ends in a week, I’ll come home for break.”

“Cool,” Arista smiles, “see you soon.”

“Tell everyone I said hi and that I love them.”

“Will do.”

“Love you, Arista.”

“Love you too.” Arista ends the call, flopping back into the couch and glaring up at the ceiling.

Everest is the only one of her siblings to understand what it was to be doted on by the Capitol, like a prized show horse. He never lies to her, never hides anything from her. If he’s lying now…it must be something awful.

“Who was that?” Y/N asks, popping her head around the corner.

“Just Everest,” Arista huffs. “He’s coming home for semester break.”

Y/N nods, “that’s great.”

“I think he must be homesick or something. But he said hi and that he loves you.”

At this her mother smiles, “do you want to help with dinner? We’re making a roast.”

“I guess.” Arista pulls herself to her feet. “Give me a minute to wash up.”

Haymitch clicks his tongue at her. “Don’t tell me you’re turning into a teenager.”

“I’ve been a teenager, Dad.”

Haymitch clutches his heart, “she stabbed me.”

Y/N chuckles, pressing her lips to his. “You’ll live.”

Arista rolls her eyes. “Stop making out or I won’t help you.”

————————————————————————

When Cashmere gets a call from Plutarch, who she hasn’t spoken to in years, she knows that something is amiss. She’s right of course. One of Everest’s teachers ran his mouth about the Capitol’s deep dark secret. Their love of exploiting victors.

“Did you call his parents?” Cashmere exhales.

“He’s asked us not to.”

“Well,” Cashmere hesitates. “Have you seen him? How upset is he?”

“He’s holed up in his room, attending classes remotely.” Plutarch tells her. “I was able to speak with him, but he doesn’t trust me. He needs someone he trusts.”

“Yeah, alright. I’m on it.” Cashmere ends the call, to get reinforcements on the line.

“Hello?” Finnick answers first.

“Hello?” Johanna a second later.

“It’s Cashmere, I need you both on the next train to the Capitol.”

“What’s going on?”

“Everest knows about…what Snow did to us.”

“No.” Finnick breathes, “he knows about Haymitch and Y/N?”

“Yep. I can’t do any sort of damage control, he’s not answering my calls.”

“Alright, let me get dressed and tell Annie. Then I’m out the door.” Finnick says.

“So the plan is to do what exactly? Just show up at his door, give him a pat on the back and say ‘I’m sorry your parents were forced to make porn and have you, that must feel awful. How’d you like to hear what happened to the rest of us?’ Yeah, I can see that going over really well.”

“Johanna,” Finnick sighs.

“You’re right, forget it. Don’t come.” Cashmere decides.

“I’m already halfway out the door, blondie.” Johanna bites back. “I was just hoping to establish a game plan. Poor kid just lost the illusion of his perfect life, and if we don’t tell Y/N she will kill us.”

“Then she’ll have to kill us,” Finnick decides. “She put us on call for Everest while he’s in the Capitol, Plutarch says he’s not ready to talk to Y/N. It’s not our position to pry or overshare. It’s not our position to even tell her.”

“Or Haymitch.” Cashmere tacks on, in case Johanna was planning to be sneaky.

“All I’m saying is…if it were me, I’d want my mom and dad. Not a bunch of other people.”

“We’re family, Johanna.” Finnick reminds her, “when something like this happens, you want your family.”

Johanna bites her tongue, they are her family. The people who took her in and loved her, while she clawed and bit at their outstretched hands. “I still think someone should tell her.” But…not my circus, not my monkeys.

[wonallofme]

pinching!

tw and tags: bully!heeseung x plus size!fem!reader, descriptions of bullying, a lot of physical contact, noncon then heavy dubcon, oral sex (f receiving). word count: 2.3k note: originally written with a different idol in mind, this fic was already posted in my old blog. while talking to one of my best friends in the app we decided to re-post old fics for fun and idk why but while checking some of them I felt this one fitted Hee. I changed it a lot tho. anyway, hope someone here likes the concept. i’m a big fan of plus size/chubby reader but haven’t had the opportunity to talk about it here in the blog yet so, if you like it too, please don’t hesitate to hit my (empty) inbox! special thanks to fairy for being my first-ever beta reader ❤️

You have a couple of memories from that place, like how good it felt to hug your grandmother before bed, how there was a little stall in front of your school that always had tasty sweets, and how there was a little boy you used to walk home with after classes finished.

There wasn’t much objection once your mother said you would go back and live together in your grandmother's place not to leave the house empty. You had a couple of friends, but it was nothing special, so you said goodbye to them and moved with your mother without problem.

You had to admit you were kind of happy to move. Yeah, you wouldn’t be able to hug your grandmother, but at least you would feel her presence with the old floors and flower decorations that surrounded every room. Perhaps you could eat those sweets again, and there was the chance of making new friends too. Good things could come, you thought.

If you’re honest, you just hoped you could see him again.

You should've known at that point in your life that having expectations only leaves the sour aftertaste of disappointments.

The stall wasn’t there anymore, the entire house had changed because of your mother's decision, leaving no trace of your grandmother behind, and the sweet boy that used to follow you with a smile now followed you to make fun of you.

It was easy to recognize him. He had the same eyes and shiny smile, and you were elated to see a good, old friend all grow up into a real man. Sadly, he wasn’t as happy as you to see you again, showing you a disgusted face once you told him who you were.

‘’Don’t fucking talk to me,’’ he said, and you didn’t understand what you had done wrong. Perhaps you were too confident, your perfume wasn’t to his liking, or your hand was sweating too much when you touched him. You honestly had no idea why he reacted like that, but you understood that, just like his appearance, he had changed too. 

After all, that sweet boy you used to know would’ve never talked to you that way.

That interaction alone was enough to make you never want to approach him again. You didn’t want to hear that tone or see that expression again, so you did your best. You avoided him in the hallway, you stayed in your seat not to cross his way during breaks, and you didn’t look his way when you recognized his voice. 

It was all useless though.

You had become his new favourite thing.

At first, he was all words and no bite. He’d throw comments every now and then about your physical appearance, like comparing you to a pig when you ate your lunch in the cafeteria or mocking your uniform for being bigger than normal because of your size. 

His friends only laughed at these comments, and those who weren’t his friends stayed silent. They were different groups but shared one same trait– None dared to approach you, afraid of receiving the same treatment from him.

Then, he started to touch you.

He pinched your arm, telling you to give him your homework to copy it. Later, it was your cheeks, telling you to stop eating if you didn’t want to gain weight. Finally, one day, when everyone had left for the PE class while you were searching for your towel in your seat, approaching you silently from behind, he pinched your waist.

Scared, you turned to him. It had hurt a lot more than when he did it to your cheeks. You knew that, more than to bother you or call your attention, like on the other occasions, he had done it with all the intention of hurting you.

When you looked at his face, you noticed that his typical grin wasn’t there, replaced by a surprised expression and curious eyes instead. Somehow, you felt that something bad was about to happen, so you pushed him out of the way and walked out of there as soon as you could without caring that you were leaving with empty hands.

‘’Where’s your towel?’’ your teacher asked you.

‘’I forgot it,’’ you answered, not wanting to return to the classroom.

Later, Heeseung arrived with your towel in his hand, and you got punished for not bringing all the obligatory material.

He got worse.

if he crossed you in the hallways, he would shamelessly pinch your waist until you hissed, and when he found you in the library, between shelves, he would pinch your ass, grinning from ear to ear at the picture of you biting your lips not to make a sound so you wouldn’t get in trouble again.

As if everything he did was an innocent game, he smiled at you after nipping different parts of your body, like the side of your ribcage when you decided to walk away from his teasing, the back of your hand when you tried to push him away, or your thighs when he sat beside you in the cafeteria or the study room.

‘’Why are you doing this?’’ you whispered, pushing his hand away from prying under your skirt and pinching your upper leg.

‘’Look at all that skin,’’ he answered, grabbing your round hand with force to stop you from getting away. ‘’Your body is begging for it.’’

When you tried to do it again, to get away from his hands, he pinched the space of your chest that your bra didn’t cover.

Making you whimper in pain, he laughed at your hurt expression.

‘’It really hurts!’’ you tried to reason with him, but he was a lost cause. It didn’t matter that you were full of little purple and green spots, flinching at the mere sight of him lurking around, he wanted more.

This is going to end at one point, you tried to tell yourself.

He’d get tired and leave you alone when he found a new toy. It was impossible he only focused on you the entire time, and even if it was like that, it was your last year. After that, you prayed, you’d never see him again.

Everything comes to an end.

Your house was the only safe space you had. Even if it wasn’t anything like the warm memory you had about it, it was a place that had never been tainted by Heeseung, unlike your school, or the streets you walked to arrive there.

Sometimes, he would follow you while murmuring insults, pretending to be a good friend walking you home. Nonetheless, once you opened your entrance door and saw that he stayed feet away, you would exhale, relieved that he didn’t try to follow you inside, too.

‘’Your friend is waiting for you in your room,’’ your mother smiled. ‘’I’ll go and buy something for you to eat later’’ 

She, unlike you, was excited to have him there, and you, trying to breathe properly not to show how the panic was consuming you, nodded.

‘’He’s become such a handsome man,’’ she murmured before leaving.

There was nothing you could do to run away, it was your house, and opening your room door, you saw him calmly looking at your stuff.

Your pillow wasn’t where you left it, so it was impossible to deny he had been roaming around for a while, invading your space and doing whatever he wanted, like he always did.

Standing in front of your bookshelf, one of your diaries open in his hands, he sensed your presence.

‘’Didn’t know you took so many walks, thought you would never come,’’ he said, passing the page and inspecting its content as if there was something in particular he was looking for. ‘’It doesn’t explain why you still look like that though.’’

‘’Heeseung, I’ve done nothing to you,’’ you sounded as if you were begging at that point. ‘’Why– I just don’t get why.’’

‘’I have my reasons,’’ he answered, closing the book and leaving it where it previously was.

You flinched when he showed the intention of getting close to you. Your hands became fists behind you, fully alert, one of them gripping the knob, ready to run into another room in case he tried to hurt you again.

‘’We were friends,’’ you said, lower lip slightly trembling. ‘’Please, stop. It hurts, Heeseung. It hurts a lot.’’

He saw you like that, broken, vulnerable, and he beamed.

Walking towards you, you thought your body would listen to you and escape, but it didn’t.

As you remained frozen in your place, caging you with his body, he finished closing the door behind you. Too late, you only reacted after hearing the loud click the secure did.

You started trembling as you realised he had blocked the only way of running away you had.

‘’But if I don’t touch you, who else will?’’ he whispered, taking your shaking hand in his. 

Not pinching it this time, he interlocked his fingers with yours and pulled you closer to him. Your torso compacting his made you more conscious of how you were completely alone in your room, and, therefore, of how unrestrained he was allowed to act.

‘’If you’re good, I’ll stop being so hard on you. What do you think about that?’’ he offered.

You didn’t understand him. Being good with what? 

Looking up at him, you couldn’t move your chest from pressing his because his other hand, forcing you to stay in your place, went to rest over the small of your back, the generous curve from your ass to your waist that was the object of so many of his jokes.

You could see where his actions were going. 

You felt yourself get nauseous with his body temperature and his aroma suffocating you due to the inexistent distance between your bodies.

‘’My mom will come back in any second…’’ you didn’t know what other excuse to use.

‘’I’ll be quick,’’ he smiled, wetting his lips, unconsciously sending a signal to your brain that screamed for you to just be good and get it over with.

‘’Will it hurt?’’ Your face betrayed you, plainly showing all the fears you had, giving him, once again, the upper hand.

‘’Not anymore,’’ he assured you. His hand that used to bring you so much pain suddenly became gentle and trailed up, caressing your arm with multiple marks created by him before finding your chest, and groping it with obvious satisfaction a few times, he felt them until he decided he wanted to touch more of you.

His hands continued their way until he found his new goal.

He cupped your face with a tenderness you had never met from him before, and not wanting to provoke him in any way, you muted yourself. 

To his unpleasant care, thumbs caressing your cheeks, you didn’t make a single noise, not the hiss you always let out when he pinched you, nor the cry when he painfully rubbed your soft skin.

‘’Well done,’’ he praised you, proud of what he recognised as your acceptance.

He expected you to continue being so obedient when he obliged your thighs to open with his knee.

Quickly, he found his place.

You didn’t know what to expect, but you never imagined the situation would end with him ditching your pants somewhere in your room and desperately dropping to his knees so he could accommodate between your trembling legs, slurping all the involuntary wetness your body made you drip not to suffer when the moment of taking him arrived.

Not being able to call his name properly, you whined when his palms gripped your meaty thighs a bit too hard and his tongue found your entrance, penetrating it with sloppy stabs.

The sensation of the tip of his nose bumping against your clit and his fingers separating your plump folds made you bite your lips to stop what felt like a moan.

He was eating you out like a starved man.

Your hands went to his hair, and you have no idea what flooded you, but you felt free to hurt him too. 

You wanted him to suffer too.

Full of unknown courage, you pulled his hair and moved your hips to crush his face, using him instead of the other way around.

Then, it felt good– To hurt him felt way too good. 

You thought, maybe this is why he does it, because you had never felt so powerful and in control before, especially, with him.

Looking down, you two made eye contact even with your chubby stomach prodding out. 

His eyes had nothing of the mockery they always showed. Instead, they were completely lost, drunk and unfocused. You couldn’t contain your moans anymore when his eyes batted and he seemed pleased to have your attention on him.

Not much after he started fucking you harder with his tongue, the knot in your stomach started to feel so tight you knew it would snap in any second.

Without intention, or maybe with all the intention, you closed your large legs around his head, not caring that you were crushing his face as you strongly came over his mouth and nose. 

He mewled, hugging your legs as you asphyxiated him for many seconds before your orgasm finished and you inevitably relaxed. 

Just after giving him everything you had, you finally allowed him to breathe. 

You freed him from your hold, but he didn’t move away immediately.

Gulping your remaining juices, he hardly inhaled once through his nose before he started licking the drops of your orgasm inside your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses along the way until he found his new favourite thing.

With both hands on the back of your thighs, he blinked multiple times before his tongue found its way between your folds, searching for your clit to leave a last loving lick.

As if he was proud you had abused him, only separating forcedly because of your hands pushing his head away from your sensitive clit, he took open-mouthed deep breaths with a still dazed expression.

Regaining some of his senses, he talked with the lower half of his face glistening.

‘’See? This didn’t hurt, right?’’ he smiled.

[b1nary-wr1ter]

Noli x Admin!Reader pretty pleaseeeeee? Starvation is once more

-🎭🌐

>It assures you it will keep you from starving.

</> met me @ the midle tnite </>

Noli x Admin!Reader 1.5k words

Ever since you got here, it's been nothing but Hell. Fighting each day to survive the rounds, and then trying to survive being with the other survivors. Each day was a new fight between someone and another.

You understood it though. Everyone was scared an stressed. But after time, everyone has fallen into some sort of daily routine in the camp between the 'Rounds' as they've been come to be called.

The only difference in the days were those rounds. A different killer for each one, different people with you. You could never predict how they'd go. Never able to tell which killer would be hunting you all.

Except one.

Noli.

As soon as he'd realize you were in the round with him he wouldn't leave you alone.

Not even trying to hurt you....much.

That stupid theme of his would follow you the entire round as he'd bug you and bother you, asking unimportant questions.

Just as you remember him.

Even before all of this you knew him, an exploiter who loved getting on all of the Admin's nerves. Especially yours. You never learned why though. Every time you'd catch him in the act of messing with experiences and making them unplayable he'd stop what he was doing just to bother you for the rest of the day.

No matter how you tried kicking or banned him or taking away his hacks he'd find a way around it, then tease you.

And it was generally annoying.

But somehow it was...a little endearing? At least when you showed up he'd stop what he was doing before so?

It seems even with how much he's changed he still remembers that. Your not sure what really happened to him since you haven't exactly had time to talk properly with him, but he's definitely different.

You've seen him go from his somewhat cheery jokes around you to a furious rage as soon as he spots 007n7. You remember him as a exploiter as well but, just like Noli, he's changed as well.

You've never asked 7n7 about what happened. It isn't your place. Your place is to figure a way out with the other Admins. But so far, none of you have had any luck.

And so you slept. like any other end of the day. It was just like any other day in Hell. Wake up the next day, eat breakfast, prepare.

They had gone by without issue. You had only survived two of the rounds before the final one started up.

And within seconds you heard that theme again. You've had enough of him if you were being honest.

You don't even turn around to face him, just simply walking away to start fixing generators.

" Ohh? "

You could feel his head tilt just from his voice. You didn't have the energy for his shenanigans today.

" Cmmonnnn, you can't ignore mmeee "

" Yes I can, and I will. "

" But your not~ "

He was right, you were literally talking to him. You rolled your eyes and dropped to a knee to begin work on the generator in front of you.

" You seem so sure it's the real one, hmm? "

" I know it's real because I can feel it. "

" Are you totally sure? "

" Don't you have other survivors to be hunting down? "

" Do I? "

He makes you want to smash your head on the generator. But he also makes you want to keep talking to him.

There was something about him that makes you not want to fully push him away. Sure you may act annoyed with him but it's how you acted around him before this as well. And even then you kept going back to find him. You don't remember why... You wished you did, because then you could explain how you felt about him.

You can see that mask of his in the corner of your eye, the permanent smile plastered in a smug way. He watches you fiddle with wires in an attempt to get the generator working again. You've gotten surprisingly good at it since you've been here.

You give him a quick glance as he watches you, and in that moment you spot another survivor stopping to watch the both of you before Noli takes notice. He turns to look at who it is, and lucky for both you and the other they aren't 007n7. Simply Elliot.

Either way Noli takes chase of them. Even with his....'fascination' with you he still plays his part if others are around.

It at least gives you time to silently finish the generator and try to get as far away as you can. You know it won't matter because Noli will jut find you again, but it gives you time.

Time to think.

You really would like to talk to him properly but it seems within the rounds that wouldn't be possible. If only you could meet outside them. But every time you've attempted to enter the forest surrounding the camp you've blacked out before waking back up in the middle. You're sure it's the same for where ever it is Noli is staying while here.

" Rrrunning away so soon????? """"

Ah, there he is.

Your sure Elliot is already dead. Oh well.

You simply turn to star at Noli while he stares right back you. His mask hasn't changed in expression while the other side of his face, skin so thin and warped you can see the skull underneath it, grimacing into a twisted smile.

"'"'' A staring contest? You know IIII'll win right? "

" I'm just looking at you. "

Maybe you shouldn't have said that because in the blink of an eye his face is mere inches from your own.

" Do ya see anything you likKe~? "'

" I see you invading my personal space. "

"' Awwhhh, and nothing elssee? "

You take a step back from him and continue to walk away. You weren't sure here you were going to go, but you just wanted to go. And of course, he followed.

You knew the round didn't have much time left until it ended. And you could tell Noli was getting a little antsy. He wasn't exactly one for losing after all. You don't remember a round where he didn't kill you before slaughtering the rest.

You knew how this was going to go.

Taking a sigh you turn to face him a final time.

" Listen, I know what your about to do. But could I ask y- "

You're cut off by the sound of flesh tearing, and a pain shooting from your abdomen. He didn't even wait for you to finish your sentence.

He tilts his head down at your before laughing.

'' You were saYing? "

You cough, blood trickling from your mouth.

" What do- cough-- What do you want from me?? "

Something about your question while bleeding out makes him pause for a moment. If he could blink in confusion he would.

You don't get an answer though. Not before he rips his hand out from you, leaving you to bleed out.

Waking up in the main cabin, everyone has gone on about their days. It seems Noli had only gotten to you and Elliot, meaning he was about to go on his usual murder spree.

You were tired, simply wanting to go to bed. You didn't even want to sit for dinner that night.

Returning to your room for the night you flop onto your bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

Why did he have to bother you so much?

And why couldn't you shake the feeling in your chest? Something was missing and you hated it. You hated not being able to just understand like you used to.

Before all of this you knew everything that you needed to. But now? You know nothing.

A dreamless sleep greeted you. Something you've gotten used to.

In the morning you had awoken, just as you always do. But you simply stared at the ceiling for Admins know how long. A knock at the door made you snap from your trance.

" Hey, breakfast is ready. Don't want you missing it! "

Elliot.

He made the best breakfast didn't he?

You hadn't realized it was his day to cook.

" I'll be there soon. "

You heard his foot steps leave as you sat up, holding you head.

Something was wrong but you couldn't place it. You never could.

Getting up from bed you reach for the door handle, but something catches your eyes.

Something familiar.

A purple and white glitch in the corner.

You turn to fully face it, and it continues.

It's small, but noticeable. There is a pang of hurt in your chest you can't place.

You kneel down to inspect it closer and you realize it's a text box.

wat do i want from u? ;) met me @ the midle tnite

You know that writing.

How did he manage this? You thought he wasn't able to do this anymore? You knew for sure you couldn't. Most of your abilities from before had been taken from you, leaving an empty feeling within you.

And what did he mean by the middle? The middle of the camp? Middle of the maps in the rounds?

And tonight?

There was only one way to find out for sure.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Hair Pulling (Bucky Barnes)

Description: Bucky liked it when she pulled his hair during a fight.

Warning: Hair Pulling, Hand Job

Word Count: 1,051

Request: HELLOOO i luv your recent fics!! Could i request a fic with bucky and hairpulling? congressman/post credit scene bucky!!

Ever since the first time they fought and she pulled on his hair, he knew that he discovered a new kink. She was trying to kill him and didn’t even mean it to come off like that but it did and now he sat across from her in the new avengers tower thinking about it over and over again.

She definitely thought that Bucky was hot, I mean who wouldn’t? He was very quiet around her and if he did talk to her, he stuttered. It never made sense to her, they all tried to kill each other and yet everything was fine but maybe he took it to heart.

He didn’t but why else would he act like that? “How’d the mission go?” She asked, looking at him. He didn’t even make eye contact as he answered, “Good.” She nodded and took a sip of her wine. The others scattered about after dinner, leaving these two at the dinner table. “You know why Val never assigns us on missions together?” She asked him.

He did know why, he begged her not to without explanation but he wasn’t gonna say that. “Not sure.” He took a sip of his drink and she sighed. It’s been months and he has yet to come out of this shell that he has around her. “I’m sorry about trying to kill you.” She said and for the first time he looked at her.

“What?” He asked, not understanding why that was being brought up. “I take it that’s why you don’t talk to me.” Oh how he wished it was that simple. “I don’t avoid you.” He lied, they both knew it. She let out a sarcastic laugh, “Sure.” She got up with her plate and wine glass, walking past him. He felt ashamed that he couldn’t just admit it to her and that he acted that way. He had to say something to her, it was eating at him.

She washed her dish, unlike everyone else and placed that and her fork back where they go. As she washed her wine glass, Bucky nearly scared her, “It’s something you did while trying to kill me.” He says and she nearly jumps out of her skin. She turned to him, wide eyes at first until questioning him.

He opened his mouth at least 4 times before getting it out, “You pulled my hair.” She wanted to laugh but bit her lip. “I pulled your hair so you’re avoiding me?” Now it just sounded ridiculous and he sighed. He ran his hand through his hair and he could still feel the yanks she gave him. “I’m sorry I touched your precious locks.” She joked, not taking this seriously.

“It’s not about that.” He said and she was more confused than ever. “Then what?” His face went red and he felt embarrassed, he hadn’t even said it yet. She stared at him, waiting for the reason, wondering what the hell it could be. “I like it.” He admitted and her jaw dropped. He liked her pulling his hair while trying to kill him? She was in shock and didn’t know what to say. She just stared at him, for what seemed like hours until he started to walk away.

She quickly set the wine glass down and walked over to him, grabbing his hair and pulling it. Bucky was surprised by this and gasped, it sounded pathetic but hot. “Where do you think you’re going?” She asked him, still having his hair in her hand. “You like this don’t you?” She teased, not giving him time to respond. He nodded, not being able to form words without making noises that weren’t deemed appropriate for the kitchen.

“Yeah, I know you do.” She coos and her other hand moves to his front, feeling his built body through the tight black shirt he wore. His breathing picked up as she felt him up and down, memorizing the way he felt. She tugged a bit on his hair and he let out a little moan, “Awww that’s cute.” She teased as her hand moved to his shorts that he was wearing. She could feel his hard dick through them, begging for attention.

“This hard just from me pulling your hair?” She teased and he couldn’t speak, couldn’t think with her hands on him like this. He bit his lip as he felt her hand ghost over his bulge before she stuck her hand in his shorts. Her hand was soft and felt good on him, it nearly made him moan but he kept it down. He gripped the counter hard as her hand touched his bare cock, lightly running her nails over it.

“It feels so nice.” She whispered and wrapped her hand around him. He sucked in a breath and threw his head back even more, “Fuck.” He whispered. She started to move her hand along his dick, feeling how girthy and thick he was. He was big and maybe that was the serum or maybe he just had a big dick, either way she loved it. She picked up the pace causing him to groan, her hand in his hair gripped more firmly, she was right against his back.

She was shorter than him so she really couldn’t see what was going on but the noises he let out was good enough. He was putty in her hands, loving the way her hands felt. She felt him twitch against her palm and she laughed, “You’re already close?” She teased and he bit a “fuck you” out.

He’s never been more turned on in his life and he didn’t care that he was already close. “Cum for me Bucky.” She said and he didn’t need to be told twice. She gave his hair a final yank and he came with a whine. His eyes nearly rolled as he came all in his shorts.

She milked him with her hand, getting every last drop out. She pulled her hand out of his shorts and let go of his hair while he caught his breath. She smirked and licked his cum off her hand. “Damn.” She breathed out and went back to washing the wine glass, leaving him to go deal with his problem. Things would definitely change between them now.

[caitlinsnicket]

bob reynolds relationship headcanons part. 3

warnings: another fluffy part, mentions of bob's mental illnesses

a/n: i love him your honor

masterlist | 🍉 | ko-fi | part. 1 | part. 2 | part. 4

whenever he's by himself, his eating habits are terrible: he either drinks five gallons of water and forgets he needs actual sustenance, or just sleeps the day away without consuming anything. it's the reason why you make sure that he has eaten something before the two of you hang out or watch a movie. the more weight he gains, the happier you are

one day you catch him staring at himself in the mirror, smiling softly at the little belly that has formed on his stomach, and how his ribs are basically a detail instead of sharp and visible all the time. you hug him from behind then, telling him how proud you are of his progress, and then announce that you've made pasta for the night. you also pretend you didn't see the way he blushes at your praise

and when he starts eating away, on his second plate already (his metabolism requires way more energy than it did before), and the corner of his mouth is smudged with the sauce, you can't help but dab a napkin on it, and smile at his messiness. on other times, when dessert is already clouding your mind, you might clean him up by licking the sauce away, just to hear his breath hitch and his eyes become wide

it's also nice to get takeout, and have him pick what you guys are going to eat: he spent so long not being able to make choices, and then manipulated into making them, that it feels nice to start making good decisions again (even if it starts small). so you give him a bunch of options like thai, pizza, fries, and he picks whatever he wants. in the beginning he would almost beg you to choose for him, but after reassuring him a thousand times that whatever he chose would be good, he finally relaxed. it is now tradition, and he will buy something to be delivered to you without you asking

he expresses interest in legos one day (he mentions he really wanted them as a kid, but never spoke up about it), and so you buy him those flower ones, because he also said he'd like to "green his place up," but didn't trust himself to take care of a plant

turns out, the choice was perfect, and now he has twenty different kinds of lego flowers all over his bedroom. he loves to build them with you specifically, but will invite the others on occasion. sometimes he'll mess up a little (like attaching the wrong pieces together and not being able to separate them without breaking them, or he'll stumble on an already built part and knock it to the floor, dismantling it) and he looks so scared for a second it breaks your heart. so you reassure him constantly, maybe even mess up a few times yourself on purpose, and praise him every time the two of you finish a set. his face lights up during the whole process, and your heart melts every time

he likes to be around you even when you're not doing something together. and when you get to reading that book you've been wanting to, he sneaks into your room without you noticing, until he gets on top of you (like a tall, long blanket) or by your side, and hugs you to him. sometimes he'll just stay there, enjoying your warmth and the way one of your hands pets his hair, and other times he'll ask you to read aloud for him. he usually falls asleep if you read, and you soon join him (i think he's way warmer than he used to be) because he is, indeed, the comfiest blanket

if you're gonna do a chore or a task, please ask him to do it with you. he goes on missions very rarely, and he loves feeling useful, but it's not always that they'll let him wander around and use his powers. that makes him feel trapped at best, and useless at worst. so if he has nothing to do, invite him to help you do your laundry, go grocery shopping, move some furniture around, or go around the city: he likes feeling like he's giving back somehow, that he's repaying your kindness and patience by helping you out (even if you reassure him that whatever you do for him goes without any expectations, he gets anxious if he goes too long without doing something nice to you too). praise him while at it and watch him gleam with happiness

the first time he cried in front of you, you went to comfort him with a hug, but he pulled away after a second. you figured maybe he didn't want to be touched, but later he confessed that he felt a little disgusting when he cried: salty tears and a runny nose used to get him beat up, and even though he knows you would never do that, he still feels bad. the next time you catch him crying silently by himself, you don't let him pull away: you hold his face with your hands as softly as you can, and use your shirt to clean his face. he's already laughing a little and the tips of his ears are getting red, but when you start kissing him all over his face, your lips soft and warm, he almost forgets why he was crying, and he nuzzles into your neck

his hands are fidgety: always have been, always will be. though there's a subtle difference from when he's alright and he's playing with his fingers, and when he's getting anxious and restless. that's when his hands start shaking and that damned crease in the middle of his eyebrows shows up, indicating that he needs space or he's gonna lose it. the key to ease this problem is taking him away from wherever he is, and holding his hands tightly while he breathes slowly. it doesn't work every time, but he still prefers if you try it before taking more drastic measures. so you hold his hands between yours, tracing the faint scars and pale skin there, and when his breathing has eased up a little more, you brush one of your thumbs between his eyebrows, and he always laughs a little because he always forgets he frowns a lot

there's this devotion in bob you rarely see in other people, and the way he always seems so surprised that you love him as much as he does breaks your heart a little. it's why you try so hard to make him happy: because if there's someone who deserves to feel good all the time, it's bob.

[kawhh]

Neighbor stalker Quinn who’s in slight denial but he’s escalating cause he can’t help himself. First a ring camera so he can see you walk down the hall every morning and afternoon, then when the apartment in front of yours goes on sale he buys with without a doubt even though it’s slightly smaller than the apartment he had directly next to yours just so he can put that ring camera up and get a peak into your apartment, the day Quinn finds out you put your key on the small little ledge of the door frame and one day can’t help himself but go in while your gone peaking around and finding out you have a cat, now becoming a daily ritual to come into your place after you leave for work and giving your cat treats that he now buys on his own just to gain your cats trust, then it escalating to a small camera in your living room, nothing bad just to get to know your habits, then one in the kitchen just find out what you like to eat or cook, where he finds out you have a tendency of not wearing pants at home, then one in your room, he just couldn’t help himself no matter how hard he tried

Those are my thoughts 🙂‍↕️

The stalker!Quinn thoughts are making me so happy (and horny)

The neighbour version is even better. The fact that he's so close 24/7. Fuck me.

Warnings: stalking, the absurb price of ring camera subscriptions, quinn is a baby who's startled by a cat. Thoughts about you being attacked. A little delulu.

The ring camera to watch the door is fucking devious. He'd be trying so hard to convince himself that he's just doing it to look after you. Wanting to keep an eye on the hall and not just you. Blaming it on the potential crime even though half of the apartments are filled with pensioners.

In the years you've been there, you can count on one hand how many incidents there's been, even including smaller things like noise complaints. It's quiet and peaceful. He knows this. He's been living next to you long enough.

He just needs an excuse, a reason for his behaviour. He's not obsessive, he's just concerned. What if something happens when he's not there? He needs to know. What if a delivery package gets picked up by someone else when you're out? He's just doing it to be helpful.

He doesn't care about how small the other apartment is, it's not like he has anyone over, fully focused on you, not wanting anybody to take time away from his viewing habits.

Uh, he means he doesn't want to cause any noise trouble for you. He doesn't want you to be scared in your own apartment if there are strangers over constantly.

He's only moving the ring camera because his view of the hall was blocked often. Oh you mean he can see even less of it now? Only your door? That's his mistake. It'd take too much of his time to fix it though, so it should just stay where it is now.

He's looking in your apartment whenever he can with it because he thought he saw someone in there and wanted to make sure you were safe. He's not trying to map out your apartment. He didn't get frustrated with only being able to see you when you left and wanted more of a direct view.

He's concerned with how unconcerned you are about your keys. Sure, crime might be nonexistent here but still. He's not happy that you're basically just leaving your key there for anyone to grab. It'd be so easy to break into your apartment and attack you. So naturally, he's going to investigate.

He needs to make sure nothing's happened. You've been out for a while, what if he missed a notification? What if someone knew about the delay before the ring camera would yell at him again? He needs to check. He'll be in and out. He won't escalate. He won't touch anything or do anything wrong.

His loud yelp when he's inside makes him panic, nervous that someone will catch him. His new discovery of a fluffy creature rubbing against his leg, loudly meowing at him in protest. A new problem for him.

He doesn't know how to interact with a cat, but he's gonna have to learn. It's like an alarm bell. If he's not careful, it'll give him away. It'll go crying to its mommy about an intruder somehow. Cats like treats? Cats like treats.

He has an excuse to go over your apartment everyday now. Your cat might get lonely. It's innocent. He can't leave it to suffer alone in silence. He's 100% not just trying to silence the fluffy alarm. That's not why he's buying cat treats and cat toys, bonding with the cat whenever he can.

Now what if he can't come check on the cat daily? He needs another way of watching you. Uh, the cat. So now there's a camera in the living room, hidden on the top of one of your books on the shelf.

Thank fuck he made friends with the cat considering it's watching him set up the camera, meowing at him.

He's also noticed that you get takeout often when you come home from work and he's worried about how much you eat at home. Are you being healthy? Are you looking after yourself? Does he need to drop food off often? He needs another camera in the kitchen now. He can't be missing any information, his obsession with you rising every single day. He's finding it hard to keep up the denial act.

It's one of the biggest mistakes of his life. He's always fucking rock hard now, watching the cameras. Why the fuck did you have to be the type to stroll around half dressed. Are you doing it on purpose? Do you know he's watching? He was concerned about someone breaking in and attacking you before but now he's struggling to keep it together.

He can't risk anything now. He's had enough. He won't pretend now, won't try and deny his feelings. You're clearly putting a show on for him, it's the only logical explanation. There's no way you haven't noticed any of the cameras.

He's not even careful about the one he puts in your bedroom. Doesn't even try and hide it. It's smack bang in front of your bed, resting on your wardrobe. A perfect view for when you touch yourself at night, even more evidence that you know. The way you stare at the camera, the way you don't even try and cover yourself or it.

[muwapsturniolo]

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 ᥫ᭡. c sturniolo

“I just-she left…”

✗ Angst, mentions of sex but no actual smut, cliffhanger

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

Love was a tricky thing - Bittersweet.

It could make you feel so whole and warm, like your life has meaning. On the other hand, it could break you down completely, as if you weren't worth anything.

This was something that scared Chris. He told everyone he had commitment issues, but they took it as he couldn't settle for one girl specifically, or he was scared of women. In reality, it was the idea of not knowing how your love with someone could end.

So when he dove head first into a relationship only for it to crumble right in his hands, he was distraught. It was so sudden, he thought everything was fine. He was happy, she was happy.

At least he thought she was.

"You're love is just too much Chris...I can't do this."

Her words hurt, they broke him.

He didn't understand how him showing how much he loved her was too much. Isn't that what girls want, for their partners to be open and loving?

After that night it was like she never existed, and it wasn't Chris's doing. The girl had deleted her socials, moved away from LA, and cut everyone off. He could only feel what was left of her, but he wasn't able to feel her.

He wished he knew where she went, what she was doing. He wished he knew how the hell she managed to make him fall in love with her, only to break him.

Did she ever love him?

He refused to be the type to marinate in his emotions, so he threw himself into his work. He forced Nick and Matt to film videos back to back, the brothers quickly becoming exhausted. He decided it was finally time to get his license and a car, hoping that if he betters himself she would come back to him.

But she didn't.

Everyone could see the change in him. He started going out more without his brothers, partying with Sam and Gnar. He'd come home with a different girl on his arm every night, and a bunch of money being spent from the joint account he shares.

That phase only lasted a month or so before Nick finally put his foot down, yelling at Chris and telling him to "Get the fuck over the breakup, she's not coming back."

"I know Nick I just....She left. She fucking left and said my love was too much! What does that mean? I-I did my best!"

He broke down, crying harder than he ever had in his brothers' arms.

"Why did she have to leave? Why won't she just come back?"

It seemed like after that, his whole personality and life did a 180. He grew quiet, no longer being the loud one. He was more snappy, staying in his room and locking himself away from the world.

When questioned about it, he told Matt and Nick that everything reminds him of her. The couch where they watched movies all night, the coffee shop she would force him to go to, and the overall energy of LA.

After a long talk, the three of them decided to leave LA. It seemed like a drastic change, but none of them were happy.

Matt never wanted to come to LA, Chris couldn't handle the memories, and Nick just wanted his brothers to be happy. So after a month of dealing with their management and trying to find a place back home, they finally were back in Boston.

Matt was happier, Nick was happier, and Chris was slowly doing better. He was eating more, laughing again, and even hanging out with friends. He still had trouble sleeping at night, his dreams filled with the memories he shared with her.

He'd wake up wishing that he spent more time savoring those moments instead of taking them for granted. He knew nothing lasted forever and yet he was naive enough to believe they would.

There was a specific night when he couldn't sleep, his mind silent as he stared at the wall. It irritated him, he was tired but something was keeping him awake. He dragged himself out of bed and went to the kitchen to find tea, hoping it would put him in a tranquil state, but there was no tea to be found.

With a sigh he slipped on his shoes and grabbed the car keys, sending a quick text to Nick and Matt, letting them know that if they woke up and he was still gone, he was just grabbing something from the store.

He planned on going to Walgreens, but on the way there, he saw a 24-hour coffee shop. It was small, the lighting giving up a warm glow that was already lulling him to sleep.

He parked the car and walked inside, the smell of the coffee grounds and lavender infiltrating his nose.

It reminded him of the coffee shop they would go to.

He stepped up to the register, looking at the menu for a second before ordering a large chamomile and lavender tea. It only took a second for the barista to hand him his drink, wishing him a 'good night' and telling him to 'be safe'.

With a brief smile he turns around, immediately locking eyes with her.

He could feel his heart fall to the pits of his stomach, his tea long forgotten and dropped to the ground.

"Hey Chris...."

[steinfellds]

you need to love her

pairing: dark!rio vidal x afab!reader

summary: after you're last attempt to escape, rio is at her wit's ends and decides to put an end to it.

content: noncon, kidnapping, pussy eating, bondage, manipulation, mind controlling, being in pain.

The witch's sickening laughter echoed throughout the forest, raising the hair on your arms. The horizon had turned a deep orange, and the moon peeked out.

You were running out of time.

Navigating through the forest during the day would have been difficult, but the night would be impossible. The scared shitless part of you screamed to turn around and hope that her punishment would be forgiving, but the other part of you believed you could still escape in the dark.

"You can run, but you can't hide."

You shuddered. Rio's voice sounded close. Too close. Even with her cringe movie line, she still terrified the living fuck out of you.

A bloom of hope exploded in your chest. The village — your home before they abducted you — stood in the distance. There was a protection ring around the village, warding away evil. All you needed to do was step inside the ring, and you would be safe. The witch couldn't enter.

A sharp pain spread across your back, and you collapsed to the floor. You screamed in frustration. Your muscles were too weak to pull you back to your feet; fighting was the only option. With a struggle, you turned to face your captor.

"Congratulations, my love." Rio bowed dramatically. "You, once again, failed to escape."

You glared at her. You weren't in the mood for her sarcastic, dick remarks.

"Yeah, well, maybe if you weren't such a pussy I would have a fair chance." you hissed. "You are nothing without your magik."

Rio drily laughed. The sharp pain returned, this time, all over your body. It felt like your bones were being snapped in half, only to be rebuilt and snapped again. It was unbearable.

Rio crouched, brushing the hair off your sticky forehead. The pout on her lips held no sympathy; it only mocked you. You were barely able to keep your eyes open as she spoke. "Do you know what it feels like to give someone your everything, only for them to leave you at every chance they get?" If you could've, you would have spat in her face. "It feels like this,"

Your vision went white, and your body went limp. Rio screamed loudly, or wait, was that you? You couldn't tell. All you knew was that this pain was going to kill you. There were no words to describe how horrific it was. Then everything stopped, and your world went black.

***

You groaned in discomfort as you woke, feeling like your limbs weighed a thousand pounds and your throat was drier than the Sahara Desert. You were lying on her bed with your arms tied above your head, and your legs spread open. A cool breeze brushed against your naked form, making you shiver.

"R-Rio?" You croaked out. You didn't like not knowing where the witch was.

A sob built up in your throat. You don't know how long Rio has kept you captive; you stopped counting after the second winter. You have never stopped trying to escape; it was pushing Rio to her limit. Her punishments have become worse.

"Now you call for me?" Rio questioned with a disgusted tone.

You swallowed, eyes brimming with tears. She ran her fingernails up your thigh, brushing over your clit and making you clench around air before she slapped the skin harshly. You cried out and tried to twist away from her.

"What am I doing wrong?" she softly asked, "Why don't you love me?"

Her words made you laugh. "Because you're an insane bitch!"

A brief flicker of sadness washed over her face. She stood up straighter, a ball of green magik resting in the palm of her hand. She placed her fingertips at your temple.

"I never wanted to do this," she said. "I wanted you to love me yourself, but you've left me no choice."

You thrashed against your restraints, anger bubbling in your chest. You had never felt such rage in your life. You wanted to drive a knife into her chest and watch with glee as the life left her eyes.

"Fuck you!" you spat.

"You love me," she calmly spoke.

"No, I fucking don't."

"You love me," she said firmly.

You wanted to tell her you didn't, but your words died on the tip of your tongue. It didn't feel right to scream the words at her again. All Rio wanted was to keep you safe and loved, but you kept denying her. Why? Why are you denying her?

"You love me,"

Your brows furrowed. You know you aren't meant to love her, but can't remember why. How could you hate such a beautiful face?

"Say it. Say that you love me,"

Oh, right. Rio had eaten the last biscuit that she swore she would save for you.

"Absolutely not! I am not loving you back until you get me another biscuit," you laughed, trying to push Rio away from you but couldn't. "Mind getting me out of these, you freak?"

Rio grinned, untying your limbs from the restraints. She straddled your hips and pinned your wrists above your head again. She trailed her lips down your face to your neck, over your chest, before settling herself between your thighs.

"How about I make it up to you?"

You moaned as her lips wrapped around your clit, her tongue darting against your sensitive bud. You buried your fingers in her hair, pulling her closer to your cunt. Rio lapped at you like it was her last meal.

"Oh, fuck." you threw your head backwards and moaned. "Just like that, baby."

Rio hummed into your pussy, sending a pleasurable wave. Two of her fingers slipped inside and curled upwards. You gasped, clutching the sheets below you.

"I-I think I'm gonna-"

Your sentence was cut short as your orgasm hit you. You whined loudly, your lip caught between your teeth. Your eyes fluttered closed, and your back arched. Rio refused to pull away, quickly working you into your second orgasm.

"How was that for an apology?" she laughed.

You smiled, grabbing the back of her neck and kissing her deeply. You groaned at the taste of you on her lips.

"Maybe I do love you," you teased.

Her face morphed into anger. "Say it properly,"

You laughed awkwardly, patting the side of her cheek. "I love you, Rio."

She smiled. "Good,"

[number1jeonginstan]

A/N: Based on this ask right here! Please send feedback because I love to hear it! Also, this was such a cute write, but you know I gotta add my own twist (hehehe)

WC: 1.8k (kinda quick)

Pairing: Bf!Chan x Virgin afab!Reader

Wairing: Fluff and Smut! Loss of virginity, the reader is kinda scared of dicks (that's what was asked in the ask!), pet names (baby and sweetheart), unprotected sex (it's me and Chan, come on), cumming inside, f! fingering, idk what else

“It’s just weird to think about” you sighed, trying to explain your logic behind not wanting to have sex. Scratch that, you want to have sex with Chan, he’s been teasing you for weeks and your fingers haven’t been helping. 

Even at the beginning of your relationship, you explained to Chris that you had never had sex, and he understood, telling you it was perfectly fine, but you didn’t tell him the reason why until a few minutes ago.

“I don’t think it’s that weird, it’s a reproductive organ that all men were born with” he chuckled, watching your face of disgust. 

“Exactly, men were born with. I’m not a man, so I can live my whole life without seeing one” you emphasized as he came closer to you, nibbling on your ear. “You really can live your whole life without me inside of you baby?”

You whimpered at the thought, knowing that the last time you even looked at a cock, you were disgusted and genuinely petrified at the thought of touching it. “Maybe we can try?” you shrugged, looking up at him.

He almost groaned at the sight of your doe eyes pleading at him to give your cunt some sort of stimulation. You finally came clean about the reason you were so scared to have sex with him, even after watching you rub your thighs together in attempts to give yourself even a sliver of stimulation whenever he kissed you, he never wanted to pressure you. 

“Are you sure baby? We will take this nice and slow, we can turn off the lights too, would you like that?” You simply shook your head at that, thankful you had someone who truly cared about you.

He got up from his bed, turning off his lights, and the dimness of his LED lights, the only thing covering his room being a purple hue, allowing you to see the outline of his face. 

“Is that good baby?”

“Yes,” you replied, your voice surrounding him. He slowly shifted you, placing your covered cunt against his thigh, flexing it slightly as he dragged you against it. “Feels good baby?” he asked, kissing your neck as you moaned. 

“Feels so good” you whimpered as you continued to rut against his thigh, feeling yourself getting wetter. “Good girl” he chuckled as he flipped the two of you over, your back hitting the bed underneath you, head hitting the pillows. 

“Chan?” you whispered, confused by what his next step was going to be. “Baby, you don’t think you would be able to take my cock without any prep?” 

He slowly pulled down your sleeping shorts and underwear, basking at the sight of your cunt. 

“What a sweet-looking pussy” he moaned at the outline, the light not being bright enough to make it out fully. 

When you did feel confident in seeing him fuck you, he would ravish your cunt, eating it like his last meal. For now, though, he was going to get you ready for his cock, slowly dragging his fingers against your slit.

“Fuck Channie” you moaned, feeling his cold fingers running against your hot cunt, your mind slowly floating a bit away as you felt him put his first finger into your sopping hole, causing you to moan as your cunt clenched around it.

“Fuck baby, you need to stop clenching around one measly finger. How am I going to get you to take my cock if you can’t even take a finger?” 

“Can take it Channie, please need more” 

“Aww, baby look at you acting like such a good girl for me. If you want another finger, I can add another one just for you. You just gotta relax for me baby, can you do that?” 

You just nodded, trying to release a little bit, allowing him to slowly add another one inside of you. “There we go, look at you being such a good girl” he said, kissing the top of your forehead as he began to slowly scissor the fingers inside of you. 

“Fuck” you moaned at the sensation of his fingers inside of you. He was awe at the sight of you, you were taking his fingers so well, moaning at the feeling of him hitting your g-spot with his fingers. 

He knew you needed another source of stimulation, you needed to cum, and he wanted to make you. He slowly dragged his thumb against your clit, causing you to arch your back slightly, your head still pressed against the pillows. 

“Good girl, there we go” he kissed your lips before slowly pulling his fingers out of you, licking them. You watched in awe as he pulled them out, “taste so sweet for me baby” he groaned at your taste. 

“Now baby, are you sure that you want my cock? I’m fine with us stopping here, but I’m going to need a cold shower”

“I’m sure” you said more affirmatively, “I want you to fuck me” 

He groaned at that, slowly getting off the bed to get a condom. “Stop where are you going?” you asked a bit confused. “I’m just getting a condom baby, calm down” 

“Please don’t” you whined, you wanted to feel him fully your first time, not wanting anything in the way. “Baby, are you sure? I know you are on birth control, but I want to make sure you are comfortable, we can use a condom”

“No Channie, wanna feel you fully, wanna feel all of you” you whined, grabbing his hand and pulling him back to your bed. 

“Fuck” he whisperedd to himself as he pulled his shorts down his legs, throwing them god knows where, the same with his shirt. He couldn’t believe he was going to fuck your pretty little pussy, not to mention raw. 

“Wanna help” you whimpered, supporting yourself on your elbows as you took his cock in your hands, a bit perplexed on how warm it was, but you ran your hand up and down it. You noticed how Chan threw his head back, a moan leaving his lips along with your name. 

“Fuck sweetheart, if you keep going like that, I’m going to cum” 

“What if that’s what I want you to do?” you giggled, watching his pupils dilate under the purple hue. “Baby, you should be glad it’s your first time, or else I would have fucked you for acting like a brat” 

You hummed at his tone as he took his cock back in his hands. “You sure baby?” he asked one more time, waiting for you to say yes. As soon as you did, he ran the tip of his cock along your wet slit, causing the two of you to groan simultaneously. 

“I’m gonna put it in now” 

“Please do Channie” 

He slowly started off with just the tip of his cock inside of you, your walls hugging him in so tight that he slowly began to push more inside of you. 

It didn’t feel uncomfortable, just a bit foreign. You had never had anything as big as Chan inside of you before, so it was a new experience, but something you could see yourself getting used to and loving. 

 Chan could see you in your own head so he slowed down. “Is it too much baby, I can slow down”

“No, please don’t, feels so good” you whimpered as he slowly continued his almost snail like pace, pushing his cock inside of you. Chan knew he was big and didn’t want to hurt you to chase his own high. He wanted to make sure it was perfect for you, even if he had to go at such a slow pace. 

It took a couple minutes for him to fully situate himself into your cunt, the tip so far deep that he could see your face contort in pleasure. 

He let himself stay there, too scared to move, that was until you whined underneath him, begging to feel him move his big cock. “Fuck baby, you don’t know what you do to me” he whined as he slowly took his cock out of you before thrusting it inside of you.

He felt so good inside of you, but you needed more, needed him to go faster.  “Please Chris, need more please go faster” 

How could he disagree when you looked up at him with your watery doe eyes.

He began to thrust into you faster, causing you to whimper, his cock feeling hot inside of you, hitting your cervix with every thrust.  “Fuck baby, this pussy is so tight, can’t wait to fuck it all the time” 

“Yes Channie, want you to fuck me whenever you want. Feels so good, so fucking good” 

“Yeah baby, you loving my cock inside of you, want me to cum inside too?” 

“Yes please please please” you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his torso, causing him to quicken his pace as he placed one hand over your clit, rubbing it in tandem to his thrusts. 

“Yeah baby, fuck, can feel you clenching around my cock. I know you are close, why don’t you come for me baby, please cum for me” he whined, kissing your neck, leaving marks all over it. He needed to feel you cum on his cock, needed to make you feel good.

“Fuck Channie, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum” your walls clenched around him as a white ring was visible around the base of his cock, causing you to moan at the sight. 

“Fuck gonna cum, are you gonna let me cum in this perfect little cunt of yours?”

“Yes, please cum in me” you whimpered, your entire body feeling overstimulated at his cock continuing to plow inside of you, him chasing his own high. 

With a few more thrusts, he came inside, his head tossed back, allowing you to see his adam’s apple bobbing at the feeling of your cunt sucking in his cum. 

He slowly pulled out, watching his cum and your own mix, slowly falling out of you. 

“Wait here baby, let me clean you up” he quickly pecked your lips before running to the bathroom to get a warm wash cloth, running it down your legs before handing you a glass of water from his side table.

“Let’s go to the bathroom, I already started a bathe for you” he kissed your lips after seeing your tired nod, picking you up bridal style before placing you into his bath tub, him entering right behind you, allowing you to rest your back on his chest. 

“How was it baby?” he asked, kissing your shoulder before hugging you. 

“Amazing Channie” you giggled before slowly closing your eyes, surrounding yourself with him. 

[ablobwhowrites]

https://www.tumblr.com/ablobwhowrites/777791359957532672/hear-me-out-on-this-yandere-crk-ramble-guys?source=share

Sorry if this is annoying but idea to add onto yap since I love it so much it activated my 'I want to make ideas based off this...'

The moment the cookies get y/n to the other side...y/n is shocked at first but next thing they know...the cookies are spoiling y/n and taking complete care of them. Massages often to work out stress, having y/n just relax all day instead of work, kid cookies loving to hang out with y/n to color in coloring books with then or playing games with them...and when y/n has that office work instinct...to do paperwork and stuff...cookies work on that so fast...lol!

(this is going to happen in some time as the cookies are trying to find a way to get y/n into their world. And y/n is oblivious to it rn)

Y/n would be reluctant to rest. They would bascially have to have every single strongest cookie in earthbread to make them take one single rest day as everyday they have a need to do something. Cause trust me if y/n told the cookies that y/n is a workaholic, always having a urge to get things done and without fail y/n will secretly try to get more work done because it's due in two weeks and the work is just to send it in but y/n wants to redo the whole thing because they see one mistake on a paragraph and now y/n is forced to under one of the cookies watch because of y/n's tendency to forget to sleep or eat or anything except to work.

But when y/n finally decides to rest instead of working, y/n doesn't know how to really relax as when they do it's weird to them because what if someone needs help or if work needs to get done then what would happen if they don't. They really act like it's going to be that important but it's really not. Also the beast trying to steal y/n back to their domains kinda freaks out y/n so they mostly try to stay away from them. I do imagine y/n not being able to walk around in their new form became of cookies being flat so it's hard for them to go around places for right now so some cookies help out y/n to walk around because y/n will fall flat on their face again like last time. Dr bones of course is a worrywart about y/n's health after being transported to the cookies world so some daily checkups are made by them. Plus y/n is kinda a celebrity now on earthbread and off earthbread because like they are the baker and seeings that they are actually nice and friendly makes them really really popular.

Choco Werehound Brute hangs around y/n a lot more and does growl at other cookies who try to get to close (I love Choco Werehound Brute dude) as they help y/n around more and is kinda like a bodyguard for y/n. Choco Werehound brute also sometimes gets into fights with other cookies who are physically strong but when y/n comes around all of them act as if they weren't going to rip each other apart. Y/n's pets and basically all of y/n's personal belongings where transported to the cookies realm and y/n finds that kinda scary cause what does their parents think in the real world cause y/n basically is missing in that world but the cookies try not to dwell on that but y/n is scared of them for that reason but hey at least they got their pets with them and don't have to pay rent now (and in this au, earthbread is a actual place like other games and the cookies severed on of the many connections to the human world so y/n will have a tougher time getting back home if they tried.) y/n does get a little freaked out about that.

When y/n actually decides to let the cookies help them relax. 100%, Sauna Egg Cookie would help y/n relax at a nice bathhouse he works at and he will try his hardest to give y/n the relaxation they deserve and then after y/n will kinda be forced to do yoga with yoga cookie and y/n if actually freaked out about how bendy and flexible yoga cookie is. She is obviously do only simple yoga stretches and stuff but y/n is struggling because they worked at a office cubicle and have such a shitty posture sometimes and now it's coming to haunt them. Butter Pretzel Cookie will get y/n into doing some painting and even if y/n can't paint at all or is actually good at painting, she is putting that painting in the fanciest frame known to man and treasuring it for the rest of time but then she'll ask y/n to be her model and yeah that'll be y/n's whole evening. Starfruit Cookie would probably have y/n star gaze with her as she tells stories about constellations and things like that as y/n falls asleep. Y/n does like living here but at the same time wants to go home but they'll never let y/n leave, not now, not ever.

(that's it for my yapping session for today. If you guys like it and want more please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[mingtinys]

" have you eaten today ? "

pairing : boo seungkwan x gn!reader

"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"

warnings : mentions of food , language (seungkwan calls the reader "dumbass" lovingly)

word count : 0.6 k

a/n : words cannot describe the love i have for boo seungkwan , if my future partner isn't boo seungkwan himself i don't WANT them .

You'd like to think after two years, you've grown used to Seungkwan's disapproving glare. But jeez, if he isn't laying it on thick tonight. You're pretty sure he's actually burned two dime-sized holes through your laptop with the way he glowering from his spot across from you.

"Boo..." You draw out his name in a warning, not bothering to look up or cease typing. "You're gonna strain your corneas if you don't quit it."

"Your fingers are gonna fall off if you don't quit it." He mocks.

You spare a full three seconds to look up from your computer just to shoot him a look that says really? Now you're just being immature.

"I told you when you insisted on coming over I wouldn't be able to entertain you. This project is due in two days and I need to focus." You huff out.

It's true, you literally told him three times over on the phone he was welcome at your place, but that he'd have to be quiet and let you work. Which, in hindsight, you really should have known better considering it's Seungkwan, but you felt bad having already blown off your boyfriend three times this week due to this project. And judging from his tone when he called, he was two seconds from marching over and kicking down your door anyway.

Seungkwan clicks his tongue. "This isn't about being entertained—" you highly doubt that "—it's about you being a dumbass and overworking yourself."

You roll your eyes, but that only seems to fuel his persistence. "It's been hours since I got here and you've yet to take a break."

"I will in a bit, just let me finish this."

Seungkwan doesn't get the chance to retort. The doorbell rings with what you assume is the take-out he called in for himself a little over thirty minutes ago. You'd originally told him you didn't want anything, shooing him to quiet down when he tried to ask. But now, you're starting to regret that. Especially when the smell of his food wafts into the room moments after the door shuts.

He sits back down across from you, opening the containers and making quick work of digging in. The scent of it hits your nose tenfold, and at that, your stomach growls. Loud enough for Seungkwan's head to pop up and his eyes to narrow. Traitor, you curse at your stomach.

Seungkwan tilts his head and you're too scared to meet his gaze for fear of being scolded.

"Have you eaten today?" He asks, with a soft tone and unexpected seriousness. You just shrug, not wanting to let go of your pride.

"I'm fine."

He scoffs and immediately starts using the container's lid to dish out a heaping portion. All the while muttering to himself about you being difficult and how you're going to give him at least twelve new grey hairs.

"Here, take half." He shoves the lid, which definitely has more than half piled onto it, towards you.

When you just blankly stare at it, he sighs and picks up a piece with his chopsticks. He extends his arm as far as it can go until the item, drenched in a sweet-smelling sauce, is centimeters from your lips. "Eat." He instructs. So you do, admitting defeat by finally pushing your computer to the side and exchanging it for the plate Seungkwan fixed you.

"I swear, what would you do without me." He teases, beaming with pride.

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