#I LOVE THIS SCENARIO

[rindough]

that first anon again: oh my god losing my religion by r.e.m. for boothill. this man is SO full of teenage angst, sitting in the corner of one of those old timey country bars all veiled in shadow looking at the person he has feelings for laughing and dancing in the crowd, completely mesmerised as he rests his chin on a hand with a focused expression, mouth slightly open, and absent-mindedly traces the rim of his glass with a finger from the other, almost without realising. You ain't slick, dude. Go talk to them.

God, I am so fucking normal about him.

OH YA i forgot to reply to a question from ur prev ask, sure! u can give me indie songs as well heheeee, and ngl i wasnt expecting this song but its one of my fav songs to vibe to!!!!

OKOK I GOT THE IDEA AND I FIND IT CUTE buttt i kinda put a twist to it if thats okay!

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so lets say you're a regular at this diner in town, you had your fair amount of visits here with your friends, your family, even alone. boothill has seen it all, but god at each time he tries to strike up a conversation with you, it either comes off awkward or him just flying off his seat from trying to 'smoothly' whoosh onto the stool.

he doesn't know what made him this... intrigued by your presence, why is it that everytime the door bell chimes, he glances by the door to see if it was you, the way your voice echo in the quiet diner, the way you spun around after you got your order and straight out the door you walked. he wants to know why and how has he suddenly had the balls to walk up to you, and just start some small talk.

unfortunately on his side, it got to the point where it only ends in 'hi's or 'i see's. he thought he could do it, he thought he could whoosh his way in n perhaps whoosh his way out out this diner with u tagging along. but look at where he is now, it's not that you don't get along, but with the way he looks into your eyes and stutter whatever he wants to say, fumbling over words and fall into silence while you wait, while you search his eyes, his body languages. Waiting for something more, as the man himself got you to become a nervous mess too.

but overtime, he gradually became standoffish, he no longer sits beside you at most of your visits, he doesn't look high up above the diner booth to check if its you (he observes from the window instead 🙄), he just waves, he just stands up to go at your presence, he just-

he no longer visits the diner.

in fear and perhaps shame, he and his cyborg body, you would prefer someone much more... human, right? what does it take for a cyborg like him to woo someone he fancies?

it's impossible, he thought. at this point, he'll just give up and not think about the thing people call, the thing he once dreamt of having, love. he'll just give up the act and focus on some... commission he has or whatever...

but does he really though?

"dude, since day 1, are you still gonna mess this right up?"

the voice behind him pulls him out of his trance, the spunk haired man stays put in his seat, the fold of his index rubbing his bottom lips while a thumb rests on his his sharp jawline. choosing to ignore the blond waiter by his side. the waiter throws his tablecloth aside.

"hello?" he snaps his fingers at him, earning a 'tsk' from the man.

"whaddaya want? can't ya see i'm busy?"

"busy doing what? staring at them from this corner of the bar? i know that look of yours, i saw what happened last time-"

"and what? what makes you think i stand a chance with them, best believe 'm gonna look after them from far away. they don't needa see me here, they don't gotta see me at all."

the waiter groans, as if the man in front of him is being blind or feigning ignorance to escape falling in love, to just... dwell in his insecurities. "bro, look at the way they look at you!"

boothill stays put, eyes blinking at your swaying form, your head shaking side to side at the music. the way you jump, throw your hands up, his mouth falls slightly ajar at the way you move. his throat runs a little dry at the way beauty could exist in many forms and at anytime, and this was one of the many times he had found beauty in you. he had found himself longing for you.

it's agonizing honestly.

both on your end and on his.

you're here swaying to the music from the speakers, mingling with other youngsters in your town, hoping that when you turn around to start talking, it'd be the one you've been looking for this whole time, the one whose clumsy way of flirting leaves you wanting more and more. the night was young and there's ample time for him to visit the diner, but... would he?

for him, he wishes he was the only one under your spotlight, the one making you laugh, oh how he loves the way your lips curl into a smile, the way your eyes twinkle.

if he was out there in the crowd with you, best believe he'll twirl and dip you down on the dancefloor and make you have the best night and dance of your whole life.

he turns his head sideways, looking at the blond. "what's with the way they look at me?"

then he turns back to observe you. maybe, just maybe, you would turn around at a certain degree and meet his yearning gaze. wondering if he can make you feel his presences by drilling holes into your skull.

"..." at this point he's defeated, he can't be bothered to explain all these lovey-dovey pre-dating crush nonsense to this sulking cowboy.

"y'kno mister, they've been looking for you every time when you're not around the diner. do i gotta explain more? do i gotta explain the 'where's boothill? have you seen him? has he visited today?'" he mocks, "ya wanna know what happened when i told them no every single time? they just left the diner- not ordering anything!"

the spunk haired man hums, now no longer focused on you, but instead, his back facing the crowd as he stares into the prepared drink before him, finger circling the rim of the glass as the complaints of the waiter goes unheard.

if what the man was saying is true, then... but... why? what made him special enough for you to promptly ask for him at every visit. and he bet it was every visit, since he's not even in the diner every day for months. so, why did he have to leave?

was it the fear of judgement?

was it fear of rejection?

or was it the fear of losing you?

so-

"so?" the waiter quirks an eyebrow, "what do you plan to do with that information-"

he can't back down now, the aftertaste of soulglad lingers the back of his mouth, he's walking, walking towards the crowd, thank god your back was facing him... otherwise he wouldn't be doing what he was doing now, otherwise he'd instantly run away again. and he does not plan to let you search for him again.

"hey." he whispers, smiling gently at the way you suck in your breath at the sight of him.

he never thought he'd feel his heart melt much more than before the moment your soft lips mellow into a smile, the twinkle of your eyes refreshing his past, yet brief memories with you.

"hi."

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©  2024 rindough, do not repost or plagiarize.

[trumpkinhotboy]

Nick Nelson would be the best big brother on motherfrigginearth (and this is also something I’m ready to fight about 😤😤)

He has never, EVER been ashamed of you. As siblings, you never went through that weird and mean phase of disliking and annoying the shit out of each other. You always headed to school together, joking around as you did. He always waved enthusiastically when he saw you at the gates of Truham waiting for him, and he loves to bump your shoulder or ruffle your hair before you head to Higgs.

You always make it a priority to spend quality time together. Going on little hiking adventures with Nellie and whatnot. You also love to help him practice for his rugby matches. It most likely (always) ends up in a wrestling match and even though it seems your brother is getting bigger as days go by, you still have enough skills to give him a hard time. Of course, it goes without saying that you go to all of his games. Never afraid to be the one to shout the loudest. You also really like to have little sleepovers/movie nights together. You bundle on the couch with Nellie and a ton of blankets and bicker for approximately 10 minutes on which film you should watch before you come to an agreement. Your mother often joins you and you spend the evening, just the three of you, all cuddled up. Those usually are your favorites.

When you’re upset, he’s always the one who knows how to handle it best. Either by lending a safe ear so you could share your problems or by helping you find the best solutions. Either way, he's always incredibly gentle and caring. You know how lucky you are to have a brother like him. Especially when you look at your oldest brother, David (ugh).

He‘s also incredibly protective of you. When you come back home crying he cradles you in his arms, gently stroking your hair, and deeply sighing before he asks: "Alright, who do I have to kill?". That usually makes you smile and giggle a bit, that’s when he asks if you'd like to get something to eat and talk about it. But on days when that phrase doesn't make you laugh, he knows it's serious and the overprotective big brother in him takes the stage. He'd spend the night making sure you're okay and feeling safe and comforted. On the next day, when he actually sees the person who's been giving you such a hard time, he’d make sure they know he does not like them at all and will not hesitate to act if needed.

But most importantly he's your biggest fan and you are his. So when he finally told you that Charlie was his boyfriend… it was one of the happiest moments of your life.

He had knocked on your door twice before you told him to come in. He opened the door, and as soon as your eyes met you knew something was up. He kept looking at the ground, his gaze darting from the posters on your wall to your mirror, your bookcase, everywhere, but your face.

"Hey, what's up?" you asked, putting down your book to focus on him.

"Hey, kiddo. Am I botherin' you?"

You shake your head no and gently tap a spot on your bed while you shuffle to the side to give him some space. He gives you a small smile before sitting down, your old bed creaking audibly loud as he does so.

"Alright, uhm, so. There's something I'd like to talk to you about."

You normally would have slipped in a joke or two, but his expression was just so serious. You noticed his voice had a slight tremor in it. You kept to yourself, focusing entirely on him.

"Sure, what's going on?"

He brought his knees up to loosely wrap his arms around them before starting.

"Well, you know there are quite a few things that have changed for me this year. With school, Harry, Imogen, and uh… meeting Charlie of course." You nod, encouraging him to continue. "It hasn't always been easy. All this change has made me question a lot of stuff, and even discover new things about me."

"Yes, but there has been good stuff, right? Meeting Charlie has basically been amazing for you. You've stopped hanging out with those asshats so much, and you got to meet his amazing friend group right?" you reach for his arm. He looks so nervous, you feel completely thrown off. Nick is known to be pretty confident and chill. You just want him to feel better, and be back to his usual happy self.

At the mention of his friends, he does seem to loosen up a bit and smile before looking at you.

"Yeah, you're right. This has been amazing for me and, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Uhm, I guess you could say things have changed between Charlie and I. We uh…"

"Oh Nick what did you do?" you straightened up immediately. This made sense, he probably had a falling out with him and was now feeling completely down and sad about it. "Charlie is soo cool. I swear if you've done anything to mess that up I'll whoop your ass."

"Hey! Why would you assume I've done anything??" he questioned, the hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Because Charlie is way too caring and amazing to do anything wrong." You crossed your arms on your chest before resting on your headboard. The look of disapproval on your face only seemed to make your brother's smile grow larger.

"He is pretty amazing isn't he?"

"He definitely is. I love Charlie," you grunted. "All right now, spit it out. What did you do, if it's not too horrible, I’m sure we can find a way to fix it."

He turned a bit more so that you would be facing each other.

"Y/n, we didn't have a falling out. We… Charlie is my boyfriend.

Time stood still for a second, the weight of his declaration still hanging in the air.

"Charlie is your what."

"He's my… boyfriend?" he said once more, panic slowly invading his chest like an unbearable weight. Dread overtook him. Dread and something else, the feeling of his heart skipping a beat. You, his person, really? You wouldn’t be okay with that?

You stayed paralyzed, in shock. Your mouth slightly open. He was about to finally break the silence when you jumped on him, squealing like a crazy person.

"NICOLAS NELSON, I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU." He hugged you back with all his might, feeling so incredibly relieved. Relieved to have told you, but more than anything else, relieved that you were still you. His person, the only person in the world he knew would always accept and love him unconditionally. "I want to know EVERYTHING. Oh my god, I can't wait to see Charlie!!!! You little rats!!!”

He gave you that big old smirk of his, he seemed on top of the world, and that warmed your heart.

"So you're happy for me?" he asked carefully, a faint shadow of uncertainty still dancing in his eyes.

You grabbed his face into your hands “You deserve this so much Nick. You don't even understand how happy I am for you.”

And then you hugged again, both squealing like idiots before you invited Charlie over for an impromptu sleepover where you spent most of the night hearing every detail about how they came to be a couple. Everytime Nick would see you interact with Charlie his heart would skip a beat or feel like it might explode. This time, because it couldn’t seem to contain all the happiness he was feeling. That's when Charlie and you were suddenly tackled to the ground by Nick's heavy body.

"Oh my god, Nick you're crushing us!!!" screamed Charlie, laughing as he did. To what your brother simply answered, "Oh shut up and just let me hug my two favorite people in the world in peace."

YOU CAN’T TELL ME YOU DON’T SEE IT !!! C'MON !!!!

[the-baby-storyteller]

Cw for minor whump

Adoption Whump

Think a teenaged character in an orphanage or foster care. They’d always had a relatively good life; despite being orphaned their home was always filled with lots of other kids like them and they were happy. But, they’d heard horror stories of the horrible lives kids lived after adoption. Lives of abuse, of fear, of pain. They’d be put through endless torment, used, thrown around and beaten up, degraded simply because they were helpless, without a family, without a way to call for help. They shuddered at the thought, but surely, those stories were just that right? Stories. They were satisfied with their comfortable life, and if they ever got adopted, well, they were sure it couldn’t be that bad.

They were right on one front.

It wasn’t bad.

It was worse than they could have ever imagined.

The home seemed nice from the outside, a beautiful exterior, lush greenery, fountains sprawled over the grounds. Everything appeared to be perfect. To the average onlooker it would seem like a luxurious place for anyone to reside. It only made the reality of the situation ten times worse. Once inside, though still littered with decoration, the atmosphere was different. A threatening and frightening energy lingered in the air and the teen turned slowly toward their new owner. And that’s when it began.

The pain.

If asked, the teen couldn’t tell you what their daily life there was like. It was all jumbled together and fuzzy, their thoughts incoherent, clouded by suffering. There was only one thing that remained stable the whole time.

Hurt. Beatings. Pain. Anger. Hands. Kicks. Punches. Pain.

Each day was filled with impossible loads of tasks to accomplish.

Clean every inch of the house and do the laundry. Cook dinner and take care of my kids. Go out to buy groceries and entertain the guests. And I want this done before I get back.

They didn't talk to anyone except to be reprimanded for things out of their control. Every word said to them was meant to beat down, to crush. And when, not if, they didn't complete the overwhelming amount of work...well, they didn't like to talk about what happened then.

They went through life with eyes glazed over and a mind that constantly wished to be away, away from life, away from reality. The only thing they wanted was to leave.

Then, they were adopted by a rich person.

When they heard the news, they grew even more draw in and frighteningly quiet. Their old foster parent was overjoyed to get rid of them which only made them more fearful for what was to come, terrified of what their new parent owner would do to them.

They arrived at the new house and were in awe of how grand it was. Every crevice of the exterior was fully decorated to display their wealth. But, the only thing it could make the teen think of was how much worse they would be hurt here.

They heard footsteps approaching and immediately directed their head downward, trying to radiate submission and not wanting to anger their new owner.

The footsteps got closer and they hunched in further as their heart rate sped up, until finally two feet stopped in front of them. They held their breath for a moment, waiting for something to happen, a word, and order, a sigh, a kick or a slap even. A hand suddenly came into their view and they held back a flinch, but it just slowly rose until it gently met their cheek.

"Hi." A soft voice said.

Their heart jumped and they widened their eyes. That voice was smoother than anything they'd heard before.

"Can I see your face?"

The teen blinked dumbly for a moment, then registered they were being spoken to, not spoken at and had to hold back a jump at the unfamiliarity of the question. Why would they ask me-

"What's your name, love?"

The teen realized too late that they'd taken too long to respond, lost in their own worries and thoughts. They quivered slightly at the consequences of ignoring their owner and being reproached already, but..

'Love...'

"W-Whumpee..." The teen whispered quietly, lowering their eyes and wishing they could curl in on themself and become smaller. They couldn't ignore a direct question, but were terrified knowing talking was a sure way to get into trouble. But the hand that was still on their face wasn't letting them escape.

Against their expectations, they weren't scorned or spit at for saying their name. Instead they heard a light response.

"Hello, Whumpee," They could almost hear the smile (smile?) in the voice, "My name is Caretaker."

"Would you look at me, dear?"

Their breath caught and their eyes darted around as their brain hastened to find the right thing to say. They couldn't in good conscience look their owner in the eye but the certainly couldn't disobey an order. Amidst their wrestling, they must have absently nodded their head because, to their terror, the hand on their cheek started raising their face.

Their breathing picked up but there was nothing they could do except let it happen until they were finally face to face with the person who would control their fate for the foreseeable future. They expected to see a harsh, stony face to match their status, but instead were met with overwhelming calm, a warm aura, and a tender charm that made them want to melt. Caretaker oozed control and confidence, and the teen could tell they held a lot of power; they held themself high, were dressed in sophisticated clothing, and Whumpee had to crane their neck to meet their gaze. And yet, there was a soft feeling about them and their face was filled with kindness.

"Thank you." Caretaker smiled with squinty eyes that reminded them of the little kids at the orphan home.

The teen had never been more confused, afraid, and in the presence of such serenity all at once.

[viilpstick]

HI GIRLLL HELLO HEYYY😍🥰 (me trying to act as if I didn't just come here without any warning whatsoever to gush about this new scenario idea I had like a week ago)

Ok but like jokes aside and before I get started: how have you been? How was your day? :] I hope school was less stressful to you today and that you were able to study well!(⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

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Kalim might not be the smartest student, some might even say he didn't even fit with Scarabia’s values, but Kalim was not dumb. Sure, he wasn't book smart like his servant, Jamil, but he could read people's emotions well, even if they didn't realize it.

And one thing he caught on right away was that Jeanne Hook didn't love him.

Jeanne looked at him with hunger and greed, she looked at him as one would look at a newfound treasure. The same beautiful blue eyes Kalim fell in love with were the same eyes that looked at him as if he was nothing but a means to an end. He would lie if he said it didn't hurt him, but at the end of the day, Kalim was completely enamored with Jeanne. He couldn't deny himself, he couldn't deny his feelings. So he would be honest, and trust that she had some compassion in her.

He would let her stare all she wanted. As long as it meant her eyes were fixated on him and only him.

“Where are you taking me anyway, Asim?” She asked, a performative smile on her lips as he gently held her hand and led her to the balcony of Sacarabia. “Jamil will soon notice that we’re missing from the party and he’s not gonna be happy about it.” He turned and smiled at her as they finally reached their destination, holding not only her right hand but her hook she used to replace her left hand.

“I just wanted to show you something.” Kalim smiled, his dimples showing. “I want you to meet someone.”

Jeanne’s expression showed confusion as the boy stopped holding her and walked straight to the edge of the balcony.

“You… want me to meet someone?”

“Trust me, Jeanne, you’re gonna love this.” Kalim said confidently as he stood on the edge of the balcony, Jeanne's eyes widening in a mix of surprise and maybe even worry, if he dared to hope.

Then, Kalim let his body fall, letting gravity do its own thing. Jeanne hurried to the edge, calling for the white haired boy frantically, looking everywhere but somehow being unable to find the body of the Asim heir.

What was he thinking?? Jumping from the balcony all of a sudden! Jeanne gritted her teeth and started climbing the edge, ready to jump to find him, but before she was even able to get her right foot up, the familiar voice of Kalim called to her from behind, and as she turned she witnessed him, wide eyed and standing on a carpet.

A flying carpet.

“Wha- were you going to jump after me?” The boy asked, touched, and Jeanne let out a big sigh of relief, passing her hand through her dark hair.

“Duh! I thought you might’ve hurt yourself, how the heck would I explain that to Jamil?” She expressed, but then decided to leave that aside, looking at the carpet he was standing on. “So… this is who you wanted me to meet?”

“Oh- yes! This is my magic carpet, Jeanne.” The carpet flew closer to the girl, she laughed as a portion of the fabric seemed to hold her hand and pretend to kiss it. Well, it was just as intriguing as Kalim himself. “Do you like it? It’s been my friend since I've known myself.”

“It’s wonderful, Asim. Really.” Jeanne said, passing her hand on top of the fabric of the carpet, in awe of its beautiful and intricate design.

Kalim kneeled down and looked the girl in the eyes, a hopeful smile on his face as he asked: “do you want to go for a ride?”

Jeanne’s smile dropped, turning into a rather… stunned expression. She looked at the carpet and then back at Kalim, chuckling at the idea.

“Oh no, Asim. I’m way more friendly with boats and brooms… this is such a thin piece of fabric, I doubt it could-”

“Do you trust me?”

Jeanne's eyes locked with Kalim’s, his ruby pupils seeming to make her dizzy. She learned from a very young age that the only person she could count on was herself and her sister, no one else seemed worthy of her trust… yet… looking at this boy’s eyes, she didn't feel a single ounce of doubt. It was as if she knew him her entire life, despite being sure to have only known Kalim for a few months.

"I... Asim, it's not-" she hesitated. Well... It was just a ride, right? If he tried anything, she could slice his neck open with her hook. She sighed at the idea. "...sure." she said, hesitantly, as her hook made its way to Kalim’s hand, and the boy gave her the warmest smile she had ever seen.

His gentle fingers touched her hard, cold metal hook as if it wasn't dangerous. As if it couldn't be used to harm him, as if the idea of Jeanne hurting him never even crossed his mind.

Kalim dragged her onto the carpet, and as they sat the white haired boy guided the object up high in the clouds, letting out a scream of enjoyment, and Jeanne held onto his waist for dear life. Why did she say yes? Forget about feeling like she knew Kalim since forever, she was clearly going to fall at any moment!!

Kalim's hand made its way to touch hers, squeezing it as if reassuring her that she was fine. He said: “open your eyes! Trust me, Jeanne!”

The taller one squeezed his waist, and, taking a leap of faith, opened her eyes, and she saw the most wonderful sight she had ever seen: a view up on the clouds, the sky filled with stars with nothing to hide their shine... She had never seen the world in such a beautiful way.

She truly had never seen anything like this, not even in her travels with her parents.

“So? What do you think?” Kalim asked, catching the girl's attention.

Jeanne stared at him, noticing every part of his face: his red pupils shining with expectation, his round cheeks with dimples that showed as he shot her the most genuine and caring smile she had ever seen. Her heart skipped a beat, her own face went red as her gaze softened.

She chuckled embarrassed, finally letting go of his waist, and Kalim instantly missed her touch.

“This is beautiful. I never knew how incredible the view from up here was.” She admitted, avoiding his gaze. Kalim took her hand and she felt her whole body stiffen.

“You can come ride on the magic carpet with me anyday, anytime. I’d love to show you my world.” He giggled shyly, looking to the side but still refusing to let her hand go. “I know I would love to spend even more time with you.”

“You're… very trusting, Kalim.”

Kalim shook his head.

“No. I just choose to believe in people.” He looked at her and smiled softly, though she could see a bit of hurt in his eyes. “I believe in you. I know that you're not as bad as Jamil thinks. For example, you just called me 'Kalim' instead of my family name.”

Jeanne quickly put her hook to her mouth in shock. Since when did she let herself call him by his actual name? Since when her perspective on him changed so much to the point she would think of him as Kalim and not the Asim heir?

“I’ve no idea what you mean by that.” She lied.

“It's ok, you're not the first to have come to me for my status.” Kalim laughed as if it was nothing, but Jeanne couldn't laugh with him. “But… will you call me by my name? Please? I adore it when you say my name.”

It was true. Kalim's chest felt like it would explode the moment Jeanne said his name, the word sounding so melodic and he felt giddy because he knew she was speaking so beautifully about him and no one else. His heart felt warm and he couldn't help but smile.

Jeanne looked at him again, his red eyes forcing her to give in once more. She sighed, before she opened her mouth: “Kalim.”

And he smiled, and giggled, and kissed her knuckles. He looked at her as if she was the most precious jewel, and Jeanne felt at a loss for words.

She has no idea how on earth she's going to take advantage of him now.

u rlly said "i can show you the world" when wrote this scenario.

i need a moment, a minute even...

GIMME AN HOUR.

I NEED TO CRY.

THIS IS SO MAGICAL- IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT.

IT FELT LIKE WATCHING ALADDIN FOR THE FIRST TIME AGAIN.

CHILLS, LITERALLY CHILLS.

i need them to kiss. mah. i need them to kiss rn. plsplsplsplsplsplsplspslplspls.

THIS IS SO AAAAAAA I LOVE IT JEANNE AND KALIM MY BELOVEDSSS

[saltymongoose]

How do you think Deimos would act around an asthmatic player?

Would our beloved chainsmoker make a few sacrifices or cut down for his darling?

Nicotine withdrawal can be a bitch-

Honestly, he'd probably be horrified after he finds out. He's been smoking around you all this time when you have a lung condition!?!? And he didn't find out about it until now? He feels awful; he's supposed to protect you, how could he ever endanger you this way? (Especially when they don't even know if grunt medicines actually work on you.)

He's extremely apologetic, and if anything that's putting it lightly; he legitimately begs you to forgive him, hoping that you believe how sorry he feels even if you end up distancing yourself from him after this. (Even thinking about it hurts him, but he'll respect your wishes. If anything that's what he'd deserve for endangering your health.)

You're extremely understanding though, and very quick to forgive him and try to get him to stop apologizing. It wasn't his fault that he didn't know, you honestly just forgot to tell him at first, so he doesn't really have anything to be sorry for. You explaining this is met with visible relief from him (and you probably have to help calm him down, because let's face it, the thought of him accidentally hurting you probably had him on the verge of tears).

I do think he'd make an effort to cut back on his smoking as much as possible, perhaps even outright quitting. Smoking kills, and although he stopped caring about that in reference to himself (as morbid as it sounds), in your case it could be far more literal, and he is not willing to risk that.

You only figure out that he's trying to cut back once you notice how he never lights a cigarette up around you, and how he's been behaving weirdly from the withdrawal. (Ordinarily, he'd try to wean himself off of them, but the matter is far too important to half-ass so he goes from a pack a day to only having one or two at most. Which, as it turns out, is not easy to adjust to at all.)

Once you notice, you're quick to help him out; you give him pain medication for his headaches, try finding some nicotine patches or gum for him, and distract him whenever the cravings come up. You even let him cuddle with you at night, since that apparently helps with the insomnia and restlessness he gets from withdrawal.

He's immensely grateful for it, of course. He hated the process of cutting out so much of his habit, but having you there made all the pain of withdrawal worth it. You served as both something to focus on and a reminder of why he was doing this to begin with. After all, his addiction to you and your presence had always seemed to trump the one he'd had with nicotine.

(Also, since it's worth mentioning, the others aren't happy about this at all. Anger is their first response when it comes to how you've probably been damaged by Deimos' carelessness (they are, of course, ignoring the fact that none of them knew). And while some, specifically Sanford, are pleased that he's cutting back on the cigarettes, the fact that you're doing so much for him in the meantime makes them very jealous. Doc's considered pretending they don't have any medication for him, and Hank is wondering if he could possibly fake having withdrawal symptoms himself. Though he's never been addicted to anything, so he doesn't know how that would work. Sanford doesn't know whether to be proud of Deimos for finally going through with cutting back or envious at how he seems to have all your attention now, so he just settles on mild annoyance.)

[forlorn-crows]

Idk what happened in my brain, but I read your last post so wrong and saw mountlus on the bus and now my only thoughts are needy mount after a ritual.

Thank you and I love you! ❤️

hehehehehe

hed probably spread her out on the couch right in front of everyone if shed let him. bury his face into her cunt and look up at her with droopy eyes, so into her. he'd happily drink her down for as long as shed like because she tastes so good. poor thing hard in his pants and having to palm himself. maybe she tosses him a pillow to hump while his mouth is busy

so so many thoughts....

[katsu28]

i feel like none of the dagger squad, esp hangman, would believe that sweet little baby on board could have it in him to be so vocal and a complete monster in bed until maybe they all go on vacation or something together and bob nearly brings the whole cabin/hotel/house down bc maybe someone else was flirting w his partner and boy oh boy is that a fun trip

no fr though theyre just like bob??? a freak in the sheets?? surely you're not talking about OUR bob. just look at him! and then hangman (as much as i love him he doesn't think things through sometimes yk) thinks it'll be funny to flirt with bob's partner one time and oh my god does he regret it that night. nobody gets a wink of sleep. except for "sweet quiet" bob and his partner ofc! the next morning everyone's sleep deprived and so so grumpy—phoenix and fanboy are nodding off into their cereal, coyote and payback are already napping on the couch, rooster's glaring daggers at hangman bc c'mon man did you really have to go and flirt with them 😒

and then bob ambles out to the kitchen or something like 😁 hi guys how'd you sleep!

[specksizedgoddess]

How sweaty do you think your magical girl teammates get while fighting... hope they don't... you know... use you as a sweatrag...

AHDHAHAJD YEAH THAT WOULD BE A SHAME, WOULDNT IT. MHMM.

Thankfully, the costumes are fairly "well-ventilated"... but in the heat of combat, while fighting the forces of evil, blood pumping- I assure you it wouldn't matter... no matter where your owners- TEAMATES- stuck me, I'd be drowning in sweat... it depends on the girl and their fighting style, but I promise you at the end of a long day, they'd happily use their smaller companion to help "clean up" :3

[roleplayingspinosaurus]

⛓ (from Persephone to Sylvester)

"What is the meaning of this?" Sylvester looked at Persephone, confused, not really afraid but certainly a bit concerned. "Where am I? What did you do?" He narrowed his eyes a little as he looked at the unfamiliar room they were in. It wasn't like this was the first time he'd been taken to a strange location against his will, though granted, he hadn't expected Persephone to do such a thing.

[greelin]

tragedy enjoyers when the hell is self-made

[greykolla-art]

Unstoppable villain, meet immovable agent of friendship!

I was wondering in what circumstances Charlie would just OFFER her soul to Al.

And he would short circuit as all his manipulation plans become unnecessary.

Cause Charlie cares about her friends and if they need help she won’t hesitate.

[sweetfushi]

toji fushiguro who is known for his stoicism and sarcastic remarks, surprising every single person he knows when he indulges in your cute hobbies and dedicates 99% of his time to you with no real complaints. this giant, muscular man is seen finally cracking a smile around none other than his girl, having a polaroid of your beaming face in his wallet that he stacks with cash to ensure he can pay for your plushies and endless requests for food and coffee/boba runs.

he has a small pochacco keychain dangling from his keys. he'd prefer to not have someone mention it but when they do, he smirks - his scar stretching - when he's reminded of how eager you were to give him another item to remind him of you. "you're too cute, mama," he chuckles, softening at the sight of you gazing up at him with sheer excitement to see him cherish your gifts.

when he hugs you, he doesn't slack. he doesn't just wrap an arm around your shoulder, he pulls you into his chest and rests a hand on the back of your head, the other encircling your waist as you cling to him. the height difference allows him to rest his chin on your head, but he prefers burying his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent and feel you as much as possible.

toji fushiguro who's heard laughing every time he is with you, the deep tones of his voice sending a rush of heat through your face. sometimes he snorts at your bad jokes, ruffling your hair and shaking his head with a grin. he hates admitting it, but he loves unwinding around you, and it's something that everyone else notices too.

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[i-loved-silly]

yandere monster x darling who found them in the woods. Darling y/n who showed them a bit of kindness by not running away immediately and offering a bit of food from their bag. The creature looked thin but large in height and certainly not weak in any way.

You’ve heard legends about this monster. Legends that strictly stated that it killed anyone who crossed the woods and was the opposite of forgiving. But it didn’t try to hurt you so why not!

Oh and it would never hurt you. Not after you treated it so kindly. Surely it must mean you hold them so dearly in your heart, right? You’re not like the other village people

Yan!monster who didn’t realize it until hours after it last saw you. How stupid of them, you were gone already! They should have followed you back home, you would have welcomed them in right? You like them after all. And they like you.

They’ll spend the rest of their lives searching for that feeling again, for you specifically.

They know the woods like the back of their hand, they’ll search endlessly until they catch a bit of your scent. No matter how long it takes. It pays attention whenever it hears or smells another human, but it’s never you. And those humans never come out of the woods again. Come find them please, they yearn to hear your voice again and the softness of your expression. They don’t know what they’ll do if they don’t find you soon

[knifearo]

being aromantic is like. hey btw you're going to live a life that is the culmination of most of society's worst nightmares. sorry lol ✌️ but then you turn around and take a really good hard look at it and it turns out that living in that nightmare is fucking awesome and you get to wake up every day and take that fear that other people have and laugh and hold it close until it's a great joy for you instead. and being happy is a radical act that you define instead of someone else. and you're sexy as fuck that's just a fact of life i don't make the rules on that one

[buggachat]

i love you weird fics i love you very specific fics that you can tell the author created "self-indulgently" i love you fics that you read and then cant forget because the author clearly had so much fun writing it because it's too uniquely weird for it not to have been a blast to write and therefore read and remember forever

[atsuwumus]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 . . .

Zayne, who had to stop wearing a smartwatch because it would alert him about his heart rate that spiked dangerously everytime he found himself around you.

Rafayel, who's ears turn red from the intensity of his blush whenever you get perhaps a little too close to him, brushing a hand over his arm, your knee knocking his underneath the table, all innocent touches that makes him go red.

Xavier, who's opted to start stuffing his hands into his pockets or hoodies so you wouldn't see how they trembled, or how they ached to hold your own. He can at least keep the fidgeting to himself that way.