#I was thinking of adding every named anon but that also sounds like too much

[pkmn-smashorpass]

FAQ PLEASE READ

• “Why do you keep tagging ‘Markiplier’?”

This is why. He was literally my inspiration for this whole thing.

• “Is there a way to just look at polls? I don’t care about the rest of it.”

Yes!! Every smash or pass poll is tagged #JustThePoll

Conversely, asks will always be tagged #Ask

Sometimes I might forget to add the tag so don’t be afraid to send me an ask about a mistake I might have made!

I’ve also started adding a #PersonalLife for is someone asking a question just about me. Which I don’t mind at all!

• “Why only post one Pokémon a day?”

Cause we’re taking life slow and smelling the roses!!

• “Do you delete asks?”

I will delete asks if they’re rude, or overly sexual but sometimes I might just censor parts of it for fun. I might also delete an ask if I feel like we’re going on too long about one subject. Or, honestly, I might delete on my personal discretion. It’s never personal but I get so many asks that it’s gonna happen.

• “I should totally join the Discord right?”

Yeah you totally should!!! It’s a lot of fun!! And honestly not as sexual as you’re probably assuming. We just hang out and talk about Pokémon and there’s 2 specific and protected NSFW channels if that’s your thing but most of the conversation happens outside those channels.

Blog Lore if anyone’s interested

• Cofrgrigus Fucker

They were a beloved follower. Best known for being declared a coward for posting on anon and responding with “I would love to ask on my blog but that would ruin my incredible reputation for being someone who doesn’t follow a pokemon smash or pass blog” as well as making incredible propaganda fanart. They were the first person to make a side blog completely dedicated to responding to this blog. But one day they mysteriously disappeared and we will never know why but we will always honor and love them.

• “Cowards”

I can’t remember the first time it was said but we lovingly refer to many followers as cowards. You might be called a coward because you voted pass or because you ask on anon or for any reason. But it’s said with love and not with any hurtful intent.

• Asexual thread

The big thread started with one person saying “I’m asexual so I’m voting pass on everything” and many other asexuals coming in to say all the different ways they’re playing this game. All the way from “I pretend I’m smashing it with a hammer” to “I pretend I’m voting on if it’s dateable” to “I’m voting on if I want to transform into it”. And the point is that everyone can play this game however they want to.

[applesooyoung]

That you for answering my Wonbin ask, I sound so out of it sorry I was half asleep while typing it, but you perfectly portrayed how I see him honestly.

Can I ask for your opinion on him being extra sensative? Like say a flick of his nipple and he's leaking precum, a kiss on the neck and he's heard, he cums easily and quick too.

You can call me Chevy or 🎨 anon!

ZNNSDNKEJDWKSO ofc pookie! My blog is always open for your thoughts big or small, hard or soft or just somewhere down the middle >< welcome to my anon club, chevy!! 。。(〃_ _)σ∥

. . — headcanon ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ PLEASE REBLOG! spam likes = blocked .˚ ꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆ ✶

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YESSSS HE'S SUPER DUPER SENSITIVE TOO! Like trust me, he's so damn whipped for you, every single thing you do is jeopardizing to him and everything is masked in that stoic and often nonchalant demeanor of his— it's not a demeanor, really, it's all a facade.

He's made out of glass, he's just so sensitive and fragile. (in a cute way, of course) All it takes is one little kiss and he folds better than origami omfg, I also love to think that this man has so MANY erogenous zones I'd like to name them all but here are a few: nipples, ears, neck, collarbones, and thighs. Since I love you so much, I'll give it to you— I'll elaborate each part (*´－｀*)ﾉ (also, to make up for my late reply to your ask )

( NIPPLES ) – As you mentioned, YES a single flick on his sensitive nipples would make him a mess and toying with it would make it torture for him. God, just the feeling of your skin graze upon his nipples would make him darn flustered and please, quite sure he appreciates nipple clamps to some extent 👀.

( EARS ) – Trust me when I say that this man always ALWAYS wants your mouth on his ears whether simply whispering on his ears or as kinky as nibbling and biting on his ears. Dirty talk with him would be like adding gasoline to the fire.

( NECK ) – The most obvious one but he denies loving it when you touch him there. He enjoys your kisses, your nuzzles and the way you would choke him whenever he wants you to or he's just probs feeling kinky.

( COLLARBONES ) – This is his favorite erogenous part out of all. His collarbones are so perfect! But you don't blame him though, the thought of him being marked by you would make him hard anytime. He's the type to shyly beg you for hickeys when he's so needy.

( THIGHS ) – Wonbin passenger princess, I'm so fucking in love you guys you don't understand. All I wanna do is to rest my hands of his pretty thighs ugh, maybe a graze or two would make him leak precum. He just wants you to manhandle him by gripping his thighs real tight.

© applesooyoung

[bbangsuns]

light a flame | l.k

requested by anon: hiii can i please request leon kennedy smut where he has a breeding kink..!!!? :3333

pairing: ID! Leon x fem!reader

word count: 0.6k

warnings: NSFW, MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, breeding kink, unprotected sex, no use of y/n, overstimulation, p in v sex, not beta read, a little fluff at the end if you squint

author's note: this is going to be more of a blurb/drabble type post, but i may expand on it in the future if people like this! also please send me more requests, the list of fandoms and characters i write for can be found HERE. also i couldn't think of a title so i went with a song name.

a/n pt. 2: it was 2am when i started writing this and i was high as shit and wishing ID! leon was between my legs so yeah! i also didn't feel like going back to fix anything or expanding too much so if it's bad...mind your business!

tears streamed down your face as Leon snapped his hips against yours relentlessly, your cries falling on seemingly deaf ears. he simply grunted in response before slowing his pace down slightly, allowing you to breathe, albeit shakily.

"come on sweetheart, you can give me one more can't you?" he cooed, his hand coming up to gently caress your cheek.

you whined in response and shook your head, a few more tears rolling down your cheeks, which he gingerly wiped away.

"i can't leon, 's too much." you told him, your voice hoarse from how loud you'd been all night. your body was trembling as leon had already coaxed 3 orgasms from you and your hole was dripping with Leon's cum from where he came in you twice already.

he chuckled at your response before shaking his head, his thumb rubbing your puffy bottom lip.

"come on, pretty girl i know you can do it. just one more, i promise." he encouraged and his hand slowly trailed down to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles against the swollen and sensitive bundle of nerves, making you whine and buck your hips against his hand.

your reaction made him smirk and his thrusts picked up their pace once more, and with the added stimulation of his fingers circling your clit, you felt the familiar burning in your stomach as a 4th orgasm was quickly approaching, making you whimper.

" 'm close, Lee." you moaned, your voice coming out in whiny pants. leon groaned as he felt you clench around him and his head dropped to the crook of your neck, muffling his moans as he bit at the skin, sucking dark purples into the soft flesh.

his thrusts became sloppy as his hips stuttered and he twitched in you, alerting you to the fact that he was about to cum also.

"wanna cum in you, want to see your belly swollen with my baby." he mumbled as he lifted his head, looking down at you expectantly while slowing the momentum of his hips just slightly.

"please, baby." he added, eyes pleading with you and you couldn't deny him, not when the thought made you moan quietly.

you nodded eagerly, whispering a 'yes please' under your breath and that was enough for Leon as his hips picked up once more and the sound of skin slapping filled the room once more. you came around him just moments later, your nails digging into his biceps as you gripped them.

"fuck, sweetheart.." he panted as he came in you with a loud groan, pulling out slowly. the empty feeling made you whine in discomfort, but you gasped when you felt his fingers push his cum back into you, making sure you kept every single drop stuffed inside you.

satisfied, he dropped onto the bed next to you with a huff, pulling you into his arms as he gathered himself. you rested your head on his chest, your body feeling heavy with exhaustion.

"you alright, darlin'?" he asked quietly, his fingers tracing up and down your spine. all you could do was nod against his chest with a hum, too tired to actually speak. his other hand wiped the little hairs away from your sweaty forehead before leaning down to kiss the crown of your head.

he was about to ask if you wanted to shower when he felt your body completely relax against his and your breathing became quiet and steady. he chuckled to himself and kissed your head once more before tightening his grip around you and closing his own eyes, quickly falling asleep after you did.

[satorubrain]

Hiiiii hope you are doing good(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

This is my first time requesting, so i am sorry if I made a mistake jshdjdj

I wanted to request gojo's reaction(?) to a s/o that bites him out of nowhere 😭. Like nothing serious, its just a silly thing they do where they will randomly grab his hand and just *big chomp*

Thank you, have a nice day<333

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: FLUFF. FLUFF. FLUFF. SILLY. Crack. Both are teacher sorcerers working at tokyo jujutsu high

Synopsis: As your relationship progresses and the more you open yourself to him, the more he is able to discover your silly little habits. He can't help but fall in love with you more.

A/N: BITING IS THE GREATEST LOVE LANGUAGE. ITS PEAK ROMANCE!!!!!!! I hope you don't mind me adding a few more elements to the story! Also anon don't worry you made no mistakes while requesting 💕💕

It had been two months since you started dating and Satoru couldn't help but fall for you harder and deeper. How can he not, especially when you were so cute. Whenever he thought he couldn't find something new about you, especially after knowing you for years, you somehow managed to surprise him with your quirks.

You had been staring at him, or rather his cheeks for a solid minute now, thinking intensely about something with your eyebrows furrowed. It was getting harder to resist. You've controlled yourself for years and now that he's your boyfriend, your brain forgot about it.

"Babe, you've been drilling a hole in my face, did something happen?" Satoru inquires.

"Your cheeks are so bitable Satoru." You answer. Before Satoru could respond he felt a soft chomp on his cheeks. It won't leave a mark but it was cute. He's sure his heart is going to jump out of his throat, you're way too adorable.

"soff" you mumble nomming on his cheek a bit before releasing it quickly after a few seconds and wiping it down giggling "well that was pretty satisf-"

He couldn't help but pull you into a deep kiss there and then, pulling you onto his lap, uncaring of anyone who might walk into the empty classroom. He soon breaks the kiss, cupping your cheeks.

"god y/n, you're driving me insane here" he whispers breathlessly, his mind numb and cheeks flushed red by your actions.

As time passes and your relationship finally gets public, your pda also increases.

He loves how you would greet him by running up to him, standing on your tippy toes, raising your arms to cup his cheeks and squishing them before pulling him down to give him a quick peck on his nose "G'morning cutie!!" you'd squeel and run away before he could react in return.

His heart flutters when he sees you open the door to the empty classroom he's sitting in, tapping every inch of his face for no reason before giving a peck on his nose, causing both of you to giggle.

He's calm and peaceful, his heart full of love when you hold him in your embrace, gently swaying you both, softly humming to a tone on the cold and dark nights when Satoru finds it hard to even breathe. But your warmth blows air into his lungs and your sweet sound calms down his senses. At this moment, for him, only the two of you exist.

"What are you doing, my sweet kirby?" Satoru asks with a stupid grin on his face as he lovingly looks at you who is making circles with your index fingers in front of him

"hmmm.... hypnotizing you" you chuckle, your eyes crinkling as you think of a reason for your actions "perhaps to make my fiancé fall for me even harder?"

"is that so? Well then I think it's working very well" he giggles as he pulls you closer to him by your hands, making them wrap around his neck as his cling around your waist.

The lovestruck man named Gojo Satoru didn't lie, since he did fell deeper in the bottomless abyss of your love every passing second.

ANONNNNN I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS ILY FOR REQUESTING THIS <3

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

[MASTERLIST]

[gerec]

Hey! Are there any Xavierine hurt/comfort fics that you would recommend?

(I guess the ones with hurt!Logan are pretty rare, but either is fine.)

Thank you 🙏🏻

Oh boy, Anon, I'm so happy to get an ask for Xavierine fic recs!!! Here are some excellent hurt/comfort fics for you to enjoy (I've also added a couple of my own on the list!):

Insomnia by Rellanka

Charles had never made that confession to anyone before. People already regarded his telepathy with distaste and suspicion; if he was lucky, they were willing to trust him to use it only when necessary. He had never let anyone else know how invasive their own mind was.

Or: Charles's telepathy is more difficult to deal with than you think. He just wants to sleep.

Keep On Walking by Nevcolleil

"I want this while I can still have it," Charles says, sounding clear-headed enough.

Something in his voice stops Logan's breath. Logan swallows. "You can't have-" 

"I am capable of having sex without the serum," Charles tells him and doesn't look away. "But I'm not talking about my paralysis."

Cellulose Acetate by bocje_ce_ustu

At first it is terrifying and, in a way, heartbreakingly beautiful, not unlike watching a star dying in fast forward.

Daylight by orphan_account

"What do you want, Logan?" Charles attempts to sound hostile, but his voice trembles instead.

Logan doesn't know either. But he knows that Charles is much more than the sum of his insecurities.

Diamond in the rough by flightinflame

After escaping from Stryker's captivity, the only place Logan has to go is to the school, but he doesn't know what will be waiting for him there.

Surfacing by Lynds

Logan is pulled from the Potomac by Hank and Charles, just after the battle with Magneto. He's not the only one who feels like he's drowning.

Looking for the Good by DestielsDestiny

Logan wasn’t in love with Charles. Until he suddenly kind of was. Always had been. Logan feels this is the time to point out that time travel is rather confusing.

Sick by saraid

Even Logan's healing factor can be overwhelmed.

The Choices We Make by Gerec

Soulmate AU: The minute he meets Erik, Charles is positive he's found his soulmate. When Erik's name fails to appear on his body, he's confused, but dismisses it as being too faint to see yet or some other quirk that happens occasionally. Time goes on and he still can't find Erik's name, through the beach, through Kennedy, through Vietnam, even though he looks every day, then every week, then only every so often.

Then as he's showering to pull himself together and go to break Erik out of the Pentagon and he sees the dark letters on the inside of his wrist: LOGAN.

Time for Home by Gerec 

Post XMA, Charles and Jean bring Logan back to the School.

Eden Found by Gerec (chapter 2)

Missing scenes from the movie Logan. Canon compliant unless stated otherwise.

[lightofraye]

Jensen is a highly blessed person, he is privileged in every sense of the word.

He gets to do what he loves for a living, aka acting, singing, golfing... etc.

He gets to share his art, his music.

He has a family, and many friends, he's not alone by any means.

He's talented and charismatic and beautiful, and yet he's humble, with both feet on earth, he's the nicest person, respectful and polite, a great conversationalist, and he always helps in whichever way he can.

He's sweet and sensitive, he genuinely cares for other people, he's super loyal and he values his relationships the most.

He loves his wife depply, he'd do anything for her, and his kids, they are the reason of his existance.

He's a good guy and he's full of love, and if you think he can only be happy when he's with Jared, then you're a frigging idiot.

Hi anon!

So! Congrats on finding out that my anon asks was back on!

Also, wow. Copy-paste much? This has been circulating for a while! I mean I believe @hologramcowboy got one of these and @walker-girl the other!

But! Y'know what? I'm in a mood. Congrats, you're going to get a bit of an education.

Shall we?

Jensen is a highly blessed person, he is privileged in every sense of the word.

Uh... I guess? I dunno about blessed, per se. His looks--something he was born with--got him a foot in and his acting got him to where he is today. In America, sure, he's rather privileged--white, straight, male, Christian.

He gets to do what he loves for a living, aka acting, singing, golfing... etc.

Sure, sure....

He gets to share his art, his music.

Uh huh. I'm waiting for you to get to the punchline here.

He has a family, and many friends, he's not alone by any means.

Oooh. So close. He has a lot of "yes men" and sycophants, but I dunno if I'd say he has many friends. Not real friends, anyway. Too many would like to use his fame and his name to further their advances, so we can't say it's real.

He's talented and charismatic and beautiful, and yet he's humble, with both feet on earth, he's the nicest person, respectful and polite, a great conversationalist, and he always helps in whichever way he can.

... are you about to nominate him for sainthood? Because it sounds like you want to nominate him.

He's sweet and sensitive, he genuinely cares for other people, he's super loyal and he values his relationships the most.

Uh. Are you sure? I mean, he backstabbed Jared, betrayed him, in regards to The Winchesters. Even Eric Kripke was surprised because he thought for sure Jensen would do that.

And that steadfast loyalty is not always a good thing, especially when some of those people he calls "friend" have hurt other people... (Michael Weatherly comes to mind.)

He loves his wife depply (sic), he'd do anything for her, and his kids, they are the reason of his existance (sic).

I added (sic) to inform you that it was spelled incorrectly. I'm nice like that.

And no, anon, he does not love his wife. Nor does she love him. Just pay attention to his stories. Trust me. There's no real love, no affection, when he tells stories about her.

He's a good guy and he's full of love, and if you think he can only be happy when he's with Jared, then you're a frigging idiot.

He's a decent fellow. I dunno about "full of love"... no one is capable of that. We all have our limits.

And, um... ah, poor anon, you really thought you had something here.

Jared is likely one of few people who was real with him, and Jensen to him. Certainly Jensen has said he couldn't be himself with Danneel.

I pay attention to Jensen at conventions. This most recent one, at Seattle, he was relax, smiling genuinely, and just overall seemed like he was lighting up.

It's a damned shame you can't see it because of your hate for Jared.

But y'know. Nice try.

Thanks for visiting!

[bookscandlesnbts]

Idk if this sounds stupid, i hope not, but even if jungkook is clearly the member with the “straightest” and most het concept and all, he still is the one who shows as less straight and het off-stage. I mean, not just in his interactions with jimin, which are pretty fruity by themselves. Also in his way of talking about interactions with females, the way he approaches women, or also the way he talks about “girlfriends”. Namjoon, for example, said “i have none RIGHT NOW, can you introduce me one?” And all that playful stuff, but Jungkook didn’t. He keeps sticking to that safe “armys my girl” and that’s it, always. I don’t understand why he said “i only focus on work now, i don’t need a girlfriend”, i mean, he could have not added those lies, but to me that was just smoke. Just adding details to keep it real. Please, tell me if that’s me being delusional.

I know it depends on the personality, so maybe namjoon likes to talk that way while Jk doesn’t, but to me Jungkook still looks non-straight, like, at all. And that’s funny because you’d say the contrary from his solo, songs etc, but every thing he does, little or not, apart from the work he’s told to do, looks far from straight. Funny how the image they tried to create didn’t work that much.

I agree anon. Idk why people analyze these concepts and mvs ad nauseum when there is so much queerness in JK’s actual personality and the way that he carries himself. But I think that’s why the most asks that I get pertain to people desperate for any crumb that he’s “straight” and act like they have the holy grail to prove it to who? Me? Don’t waste your time. Or do they come to my ask box hoping to convince themselves. Probably more likely.

For me personally, Jungkook is queer as hell. Imo, I think he’s gay. His lack of interest in women and chemistry when he’s around them has been a trend since debut. And no, I’m not talking about his “shyness”. Jungkook was shy in general so to act like he was only shy when he was around girls or women is 🙄. Fun fact, in high school I had a crush on a gay boy who was in the closet at the time (he was nice to me okay!) His “crush” was Rachel Ray (the tv cooking talk show host) she’s what no straight boy at 16 would jump to say is their crush. I’m sure that he liked her because he liked her show, not because he found her attractive. Reminds me of a certain bunny saying that “IU” is his ideal type. And interesting too that he chose to name a an actual person, a woman who is older than him btw. When JK did list attributes he found attractive for a partner, none of them screamed “straight” to me. He talked about nice muscles what 🤣 not that women can’t have muscles but the Korean beauty standard for women is for them to be very petite. In conclusion, Jungkook hasn’t been reading as hetereo since we’ve met him. And I’ll die on that hill.

[shadow-laviko]

Hello I am curious anon :3 If you could change one (or more if u want) aspect of rain code, whether to tweak/delete/add some scenes or something about the character, what would it be?

WHERE DID YOU COME FROM!? HI!! Please don't stay anonymous, I like to be able to go check the accounts of people who ask things :sob:

SPOILER FOR THE ENTIRETY OF RAINCODE

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Ok, so, clearly, the game needs some kind of thing, whether unlocked post game or directly in the game, but we need something to better know the characters. Like, okay, we did have the gumshoe gabs (I like this name, it's funny and looks cyan blue and has the texture of a chewed chewhing-gum (don't worry, it makes sense to me)), but, the gumshoe gabs were not enough I think. Especially regarding, well, literally everyone who isn’t from the NDA. The detectives from the Amaterasu? Gone. Swank? Gone. Seth after chapter 1? Gone. Dominic and Guillaume after chapter 3? Gone. We don't know much of the Peacekeepers except for Yomi and Martina (although we do know more about Yomi than Martina), and that's a shame.

Same for Makoto, in the end, we don't know all that much about him.

Okay, well, even the NDA members, we don't know much about them...

So yeah, I think some sort of post-game content in a bonus section to get to know the characters better (everyone of them, all who were relevant to the game) would have been great.

Now, for more scenes... MORE YOMI CONT-

Ok, yeah, no, I guess we did have enough of him unfortunately...

Oh yeah, another content which could have been cool would have been some kind of audio library to listen to every osts of the game? Because Raincode osts are amazing... Especially during rain/storm, really. There was a storm yesterday and I played the osts while watching it... Well, let me tell you that Raincode osts + the sound of rain falling + watching thunder (given you are not epileptic) = falling asleep really quick.

Ok, this one will be mostly me (and other french people who might read this), but I wish the French translation wasn't rushed... like, man... Some things were bad, chapter 2 had a sentence in GERMAN in a FRENCH translation... Chapter 3 had apparently not explained the case very well, because a friend of mine didn't really get it, and I had to tell him what they said in the English version, and then only did it make sense for him.

Really guys, if you ever work in the video game industry and you want your game to be translated... Give time to the translators (because I think I heard the man didn’t have much time to translate the whole game?)

Uhh other than that... Well, I've heard people say the game/mysteries were too easy to solve, but I think that if they were harder, people would say 'Lol, that's not possible/That's far fetched' like they do for the Layton series. And like, Danganronpa could have sometimes 'far fetched' or 'hard to make happen'murders, because the students had 'powers', so it made more sense in a way?

So, so far, I think the difficulty level is correct. Besides, you can guess how a crime was commited, but I doubt you'd have it 100% figured out on the five/six cases.

Oh yeah, about added scenes... Well, it would have been nice to actually see what happens to Swank, Seth, (Martina?) Guillaume and Dominic after each chapter...

(We should also have had something telling us why/how Aide became so uhm... like that (you can't tell me he isn't obsessed) with Yomi...)

And I think that's all?

All that I can think about for now at least

I'll reblog this if I ever get new ideas

Thanks for the ask!

Now, how do I tag that... would it be right to tage the characters? I merely mentionned them... Would people angry if I added character names? But then I can take them down if needed... But again, people might get angry because this could count as click bait? Uhh, ok, I guess I will try and hope for the best...? Please don't kill me- wait, why are you stil reading? 🤨

[kindestegg]

Alright, so as per anon's request, let's review everything wrong with the statements made by the person they claim to have messaged on Discord.

First off: "Collector controls who King is allowed to be around, and for how long."

Literally contradicted entirely by canon. Collector does not give a single flying fuck that he's talking to Eda and Lilith here presumably behind his back and in fact only checks when prompted to do so, if anything it's implied King doesn't know he knows but he won't say anything for King's comfort, only caring when it sounds like he may be in danger. There's also a "citation needed" here for the how long bit too, literally at no point in time is it ever stated he's keeping track of how long he spends away from their room. Next.

"Collector is the one who decides what kinds of games they 'play' (...)"

"We've been playing pretend forever, King. It is fun, but, what if we switch it up?"

Again, literally contradicted directly by canon. If anything it's implied it's King who has full control of what they play and Collector is trying to gently suggest something else before getting shut down.

It is correct Collector lashes out at King for telling him to play nicer. I'm not arguing with that. However I will direct you to this analysis of mine that showcases there's more to this than meets the eye, namely Collector's inability to question the Owl House game and expect this to be just how the game is played, not understanding why King is now telling him to stop. This is further backed by the rough and clean storyboards for the same episode and around the same scenes seen here.

Next.

"Collector makes King feel guilty for not being completely devoted to Collector-"

Citation needed. This is not something that is ever shown in canon, I can only guess this is this person's projection and trying to make sense of King's very real care for Collector. Next.

"and setting boundaries with him, and tries to manipulate him into giving up said boundaries (King definitely made it sound like they had the conversation about Francois multiple times before)."

Blatant misreading of canon at best and at worst straight up another contradiction. The scene here depicts a compromise, and I would advise you now to remember these are fictional characters being used for a narrative, and ask yourself first what the writers intended.

"You won't give this to me? That's okay, but can we meet halfway at least?" is basically the key idea here I imagine the writers intended. Reminder every time Collector asks for François it's posed as a question ("can I"), not a straight up demand which is more common for abuse tactics ("let me", "give me", "you need to", as just some examples of more abusive wording).

"And King never looks happy or like he's enjoying himself around the Collector."

Straight up contradicted by canon. Again. (Ok I know technically the first one is a glare but the intention of adding is that they're clearly acting together.)

(Closing eyes happily not made necessary by the game, done spontaneously.)

(Neutral at worst and at best positive.)

(Sitting normally, not panicking even when flipped, again neutral at worst and positive at best. Implied to be a fun activity to share.)

For the sake of not being nitpicked at, I won't add also the rough and clean storyboards, but those also reveal that King was very often depicted being happy around Collector and this was likely toned down in the final version to keep suspense over their relationship. I don't think King would blush at some point at him if he hated him.

"But all I ever see is people gushing about how much Collector 'cares' about King, and how he tries to 'protect' King and acting like it's cute."

Bonus round! Aw, are you talking about little old meeeeeee? That's so cute, but you missed out on all my deeper analysis I'm sure, or haven't been enough attention! Come on, say it to my face, I promiiiiiiiise I don't bite <3

Thank you for giving me something to play around with anon! I've been so bored and antsy with everything going on with my life and the finale just around the corner, so it's a nice shake up to be asked for a good debunking! Can I hang out with the cool kids like mossbag now?

[well-dressed-sewer-rat]

What are your BSD ships 👁👁 I would like to know gor science

oooooo see now this is an interesting question because i’m one of those people that go “hey what if these two were a bit silly” and then i fall in love with them for a bit and move on (rather than building a giant barrier around “my ship” and gatekeeping it from everyone 🥰🥰)

but some of them live in my head forever because they’ve got a really deep lore connection that i like, the pairing has awesome vibes, or they’re just simply very silly.

-siglai. probably my favorite bsd pairing atm, they’re just so indescribably silly i can’t. obviously when you look at the mental health side of things they would not last long but their dynamic in general is very silly indeed, so honestly they’re both besties and gays in my head

-pretty similar idea with fyolai, but with an added touch of they’re-literally-almost-canon-and-i-swear-the-next-time-they-interact-asagiri’s-gonna-make-them-kiss-and-we’re-all-gonna-be-like-i-fucking-told-you-so

-kunikidazai (or kunidazai or whateverty name they have idk) oh my Goodness the Sillies are So Silly with these two. i absolutely love pairings that just get each other, and because of this they can be really genuine and serious with each other as much as they can goof around and tear up every building they enter with their antics. and Unlike soukoku, these two would actually have a chance together in the long run, also not to mention dazai indirectly called kunikida mommy in dead apple

-i also am a very enjoyer of sigzai, once again simply because they’re silly

-uhhhhh

-let me see

-mushiango they’re on there too, we have one singular crumb of them relating to each other’s trauma so far but if we had more they would be so very silly and amazing (they’d have a similar concept to kndz with the serious/silly dynamic)

-not super big on this one anymore but i think the idea of poecraft would be very silly? like hear me out hear me out, i think i wrote a thing of them just chilling in the library together while poe wrote his novel once and it was so silly. i feel like poe would absolutely REFUSE to do any work while being watched in fear of being judged, but he would be ok with lovecraft chilling with him because he knows lovecraft literally doesn’t care lmao. and on lovecraft’s side, he gets to sleep on a very comfy shoulder to clickity clackity sounds. they’re silly ok hear me out

there are probably a lot more considering i’m willing to try out literally any ship that isn’t weird or problematic but my brain is megablanking right now. thank you for the ask anon have a day

[shinycollarboneapologist]

omg illicit affairs anon here and happy to report how I feel on every taylor song!!! my fav album is evermore so I would die for any song on there and will defend it to my death.

matty is literally who taylor wrote all this songs for wdym?? Harry Styles? never heard of him... style is clearly for Mr. Matthew Timothy Healy and I won't here shit otherwise! I love to live in my delusion and pretend peace is ab me and matty bc he's so famous... no I am not mentally well thanks for asking!!!!

mirrorball? I think it's safe to say I'm a mirrorball stan considering I have a tattoo for it on my ribs... FOLKLORE IS POETRY I LOVE IT (I also rated the whole of folklore and mirrorball is no.3)

my tears ricochet? I CAN GO ANYWHERE I WANT, ANYWHERE I WANT JUST NOT HOME!!! proud owner of an og folklore cardigan here I love my tears ricochet!!!! it's number 6 on my overall folklore rating which sounds low but folklore just has too many bangers you know??

tis the damn season? seeing this on the eras tour set list did send me into cardiac arrest, thank you!!! this is one of those sad bangers that gets me HYPE to feel depressed but slightly jam at the same time. I was prepped to have 0 evermore songs but to have THIS?? I cried watching the live stream at 3am (International swiftie grind)

false god? unlike any other taylor song but it BANGS!!! I want her to play it and john from the 1975 to play all the sax bits ty!! lover is my 3rd favourite album and I haven't been able to listen to it since... the news :(((

I also am a debut stan I am happy to say, people give it wayyyy to much hate!! picture to burn?? should've said no?? I'm only me when I'm with you?? our song?? it's a no skip album and I'll take that to my grave.

overall miss taylor swift deserves every award and I want her and the '75 to stand there and preform their entire discography to me and you in our cottage ty, as payment we will name some cats after them!!

love you bestie <33333

EVERMORE AND SPEAK NOW ARE MY TOP TWO (WITH 1989 and FOLKORE TIED FOR A THIRD). evermore has the worlds best song (champagne problems) and the deluxe tracks???? right where you left me? its time to go? like okay ms. swift...

PLEJDGLDF as a h*rry stan and a 75 stan, my delusional brain goes back and forth through periods of daydreaming about 1989 being the harry album and the matthew Timothy healy love letter. ALSO i am right with you with the whole daydreaming thing. maybe mine is champagne problems being about me and matty and me not being ready for a relationship with him bc i love angst and drama. (i am the drama. also the rumor that went around when it first came out that champagne problems was about justin and selena? that broke me..)

MIRRORBALLLLLLLLLLL SENDS MEEEEEEE FOR A LOOP. its the song i lay in bed to and just stare at the ceiling, literally on my disassociation playlist. (i wish i was joking). and omg.. the tattoo.. its literally on my list of ones i want to get. (besties and twinsies)

me adding u to my rob list bc i longed for a folklore cardigan. ALSO. I GET TTTT IT SO MUCH. folklore is a banging album.

the way i literally threw my phone when she started playing it. i was in SHOCK. its literally top tier from the album. i was so ready for her to disrespect evermore completely, so i was very much satisfied that it was on the setlist.

FALSE GOD IS SO SEXY TO ME. the sax ... the soulfulness. i sway when it comes on bc its just so good?!?!? also ur so right for wanting john to play the sax on it. i think i would keel over and die. (Also just wanted to update you that i listened to lover on the way home from work ln and it .... it wounded me but i was BRAVE)

debut is soooooooooo chef's kiss. i am not a country fan at ALL. but i will get down and dirty to her old music idc. our song <3 im an our song STAN. i loved the music video.

me and you inviting only miss swift and the 1975 (plus their touring band) to our little cottage with our cats. it sounds like heaven to me. (matty is only allowed in when he's performing though, we have to humble him somehow)

love you SO MUCH. i hope ur having a wonderful day <3

[anothersebastianblog]

Trust me when i say i ask myself “should i post this” trice before posting every ask and sometimes it’s not that easy to decide / It’s not about that. It’s about respect as a mod and how you react to people who send things you don’t agree with. The reason they get angry is because of how to respond in the first place before they throw insults at you. They are the issue too, but you encourage it. You need more experience as a better mod. I don’t think you’re doing it well. Blogging isn’t for everyone and that’s OK. It’s not just about should I post this or not. When it comes to how your anons speak to each other and to you, it comes down to *how you express your opinions, not what your opinions *are.

Honestly i think im handling this blog very well. This will make you roll you eyes but it’s the truth for me.

I allow almost every single ask i get even when i disagree with what’s written. Usually i try to explain my point of view (like i did a few moments ago with the whole seb looks 50 thing) or i just post the ask without adding anything (this doesn’t mean every time you see a “.” as a reply i do not agree with you, sometimes I don’t have the time to articulate a proper reply or i feel like i am not part of the conversation.

I do not allow asks that contains too much information, too many names, insults towards other people (yes…) or that i feel like they should stay in my in my inbox even if i agree with them (so don’t get upset if I haven’t post one of your ask guys doesn’t necessarily mean it was bad).

I also try to be nice to everyone on here (never insulted anybody and still you should see my inbox lol) but at the same time if a person insists with their bulshit to the point they become ridiculous i allow myself to use a bit of irony in my replies.

This blog has always worked like this since day one (in 2020) and no, I don’t need more experience to be a better mod (do you understand how you sound?). I need people to actually learn how to act normal! And actually listen to me when I suggest to follow other blogs who are more suitable for them.

I don’t know if you guys have an idea (atp i think you don’t) on how some specific blogs treat ppl who have a slightly different idea from theirs. If you like that dynamic more, from tomorrow i will start to post only ask that i agree with 🤷🏻‍♀️ no problem (yes problem because I actually would never do that 😂 free speech if you know how to express your self)

And one last thing some people apparently struggle to understand: allowing asks doesn’t mean always agree with them. So don’t always come at me please lol

And yes nonnie it is exactly how a person express their opinion.

[i-turn-characters-2-warrior-cats]

Missy from Cattails?

My first request! Thank you so much, anon.

Now, Missy was interesting. I had to do some research, as the one I am familiar with is the Mountain Domain (I had Finchdrift, my character, marry Pebble), but I still enjoyed this. This post uses she/they pronouns for Missy (my personal interpretation + what the wiki uses). This is pretty long, so I'm adding a read more link.

First, we have the name. For Missy's name, I wanted to take a prefix and suffix inspired by their looks, but that had a feeling for the cat they were. Missy is a pure white cat with indigo eyes (I don't see the pink that the wiki talks about). For the prefix, I assembled a list of things that I thought would be a suitable name for Missy, and used process of elimination. Along the way, I came up with the suffix.

(I used OneLook for most of these, and for some reason one of the words related to white was ASS in all capitals. Not relevant, I just thought it was interesting).

Cloud doesn't have the shine that Missy has, and neither does Cloudy.

Cloudy (See above)

Snow brings to mind more of an option for a suffix. It's cold at first, but when it melts, it turns to water, which can lift you up. So, we have our suffix. Now, I will try and fit it with the prefixes I have not eliminated.

Shining seems to work.

Bright seems to work.

Marble seemed too solid. Too sharp, too pointy for a cat like Missy, though they're also pointy.

Lily (relating to Lily of the valley) Lilysnow certainly doesn't work, a plant of a snow? A poisonous one at that? The idea doesn't seem appealing.

Crystal and Diamond both sound very odd when you add snow to them. Odd in a "hm" way, not like a good or a very bad way.

Diamond (see entry for Crystal)

Lotus shares many of the same issues as Lilysnow.

Ice.....If we put snow at the end of ice, it would be like putting branch at the end of twig, but much worse. Why would somebody do that?

Silver seems to work.

Cotton, in a contrast to the option for Marble, seemed too soft. Missy doesn't have a personality you could lay down and gently drift off to sleep. It takes time for them to open up, but when she does, she lifts you up.

Ivory, although desirable, like how Missy sees themself, shares many of the issues that Marble has.

Pale often looks like fear, nervousness, anxiety. Not like the confidence that Missy shows.

Pearl certainly doesn't work with snow. I could use Pearlysnow, but that seems like a mouthful.

Light seems too good. Not that Missy isn't good, but she isn't good in the way that light is good.

So, I have the choice between Silversnow, Brightsnow, and Shiningsnow.

I chose Silversnow. It brings to mind a radiant cat, that when met with warmth, will rise up and bring you up with her.

For her, I think she was born into ForestClan. Her mentor was sort of lax, so she spent a lot of time just...watching. Not only herself, but watching the world. Learning about the other animals and their behavior. They graduated early, catching a cardinal and bringing it to camp, a sign of great skill. I'm not sure if she battles often, but I don't think they enjoy fighting either way. The animals they bring back are appreciated during the colder seasons, so I'm not sure if anybody would make a fuss.

Otherwise, her life would be not extremely eventful. I'm playing with the idea that they gather herbs for Doc every so often, as she has a dislike for scars on herself, though on others she thinks they look great. I also think she would be good and swimming and catching fish, as ForestClan has a beach and a river, and if they got covered in dust, I bet she would readily take a short dive into a river, but find that they enjoy swimming.

And that's all folks! Thank you for the wonderful request, anon, it was increadibly fun, and if you wish for more elaboration on a specific idea for Silversnow/Missy, ForestClan, or if you wish for more characters turned into Warrior Cats, do not hesitate to reach out to my askbox again!

[erin-bo-berin]

i saw an anon ask about a second part to ‘sorry’ and i’m dying cause that sound so good,, like i can imagine steve kind of tearing up,, especially if it’s a little girl- like imagine stevie realizing what an ass he was sometime back,, but you had left maybe?? then one fine day he sees you and yours and his baby and his mind goes like skkrt,, because there you are the love of his life, the one person he loved more than anything in this entire world and the one person he hurt so much?? and his beautiful kid and gaaahh it kills me to think of this angst being angsty and fluffy- maybe he starts crying just a little and the baby’s name is something that signifies reader and his relationship like constellations they used to watch or flowers he used to get her,, my brain turned to mush i’m so sorry <3

also can i please be this anon 🪐 || if it’s not already taken? <3

Yes you can absolutely be that anon! 🥰

Also I’m imagining it like roughly 16 months later (so adding up if reader was 2 months by the time she told Steve and then the jump of almost a year and a half, baby girl Harrington is going to be 9 months old) I just want baby cuteness and angst and all with Steve 🥺

Mistakes

Steve Harrington x Reader

Part 2 to Sorry

Part 3: Growth

Part 4: Love

“Holy. Shit.”

Steve couldn’t have said it better himself.

When Robin had uttered the two words, he’d turned from where he was leaning against the counter, talking to her during a particular slow period at Family Video.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Or to put it better, who he was seeing.

You were like a mirage. A fantasy come to life.

A ghost of his past, if you will.

He hadn’t seen you since that day in the diner. The day he made the biggest mistake of his life.

Begrudgingly, he had to admit it took him longer than it should’ve to realize he made a horrific mistake. He’d ignored the pit in his stomach that day he left you at the diner, that feeling of wrongness settling in his chest. After all, he was doing it for you. He was trying to be the bigger person.

The only thing that accomplished was making him the biggest asshole of the year.

Probably of the century.

It had taken weeks of his friends knocking some sense into him before he finally accepted that he needed to make things right. During that time, he finally opened up to his friends, revealing all his insecurities, his doubts and his fears—all stemming from shitty parents and one relationship gone horribly wrong before he’d even met you. He’d realized he’d projected all this on you, fearing that you weren’t in it for the long haul, afraid that you’d leave him if things got too tough.

He should’ve known that wasn’t true with how hard you’d fought for your relationship after that final break up.

But he had learned by opening up to his friends that that was something he needed to become comfortable doing with you. You deserved to be let into his mind, see all the not so attractive parts of him. It had terrified him before, but knowing you wanted to hear to help him, to be there for him made it a lot less scary.

When he’d gone to find you though, to beg you for forgiveness, you’d already been gone. Your roommate—who you didn’t particularly care for, which is why you’d basically lived at his place during your relationship—had told him you’d moved home with your parents, who lived an entire state away.

From that day on, he never stopped beating himself up internally. The guilt actually ate him alive.

What kind of man was he?

He’d left you, pregnant and alone.

Now, here you stood, nearly a year and a half later, near the entrance of Family Video.

Right in front of him was the woman he loved with every fiber of his being. You owned every part of him, but most importantly, his heart.

And in your arms, nestled on your hip was a baby girl.

A baby girl that bore a striking resemblance to him.

“Hi, Steve,” you whispered.

He honestly couldn’t find the words as he gaped at you. His braid had short-circuited at seeing you. His heart pounding with nerves and just because of you. It probably wasn’t the most manly thing to admit, but you made his heart flip like it was doing summersaults, gave him butterflies in his stomach.

Rendered him speechless too, apparently.

You looked even more beautiful than he remembered. He halfway wondered just what you’d looked like pregnant, if you glowed from within like everyone claimed pregnant women do.

Even from the distance of half a room, he could see you looked tired, but it didn’t take away from your beauty. There may have been circles under your eyes, but your eyes were still as pretty, always a hint of mischief in them. Even if now they looked a little wary, he saw the strength in them too.

Your teeth was sunk into your lower lip—something you tended to do unwittingly when you were nervous. He remembered well how they felt pressed against his and suddenly there was an ache in his chest, a deep need to to kiss you.

You were in casual lounge clothes, loose pants and a t-shirt, but it might as well been the fanciest dress because you looked amazing in his eyes.

It was when his eyes landed on the baby girl, that he truly felt the breath leave his lungs. She was as beautiful as her mother, with rosy cheeks and a carefree demeanor.

But she looked just like him.

She had his dark hair, his eyes, he didn’t even know how to explain other than she practically had his whole face.

A hard elbow to the ribs had him snapping out of his trance and grimacing at the same time. Who knew Robin’s elbow hurt so much?

“Hi,” he breathed, reverent, almost as if he spoke too loud you’d just drift away like dust on the wind, nothing but a pure figment of his imagination.

“I’m going to take my break,” Robin announced, officially breaking his spell.

“Just holler if you need me,” she said to him, before heading towards the back.

You walked closer to the counter, the baby in your arms babbling, chewing on the toy in her hands. She was taken in by the bright colors and lights everywhere and her eyes looked everywhere, her tiny mind taking it all in.

“I thought you moved back in with your parents,” Steve said, fidgeting with a pen that was laying nearby.

He forced himself to put it down and still his hands.

“I did. But I decided it was time to come back to Hawkins,” you said, shoulders straight, sure of yourself.

“After all,” you continued, “I thought you might want to meet your daughter.”

His daughter.

The words about brought him to his knees. Not from fear like they’d had that day so long ago, but just from pure enchantment. A part of him was in this little girl. This little girl who he’d help create.

She was perfect.

“She’s beautiful,” he smiled, watching her.

“Yeah, I think so too,” you smiled, trying to get her to turn to look at him.

“She looks so much like me.”

The awe in his voice was apparent, but he couldn’t help it.

“Yeah, I carried her for nine months only for her to come out looking just like you,” she teased lightly.

He chuckled, the lighthearted remark easing some of the tension and awkwardness between you two.

“Well there’s definitely no question that she’s mine, that’s for sure,” he said with a wry grin.

He was afraid you’d be insulted by his retort as he had asked when you’d told him you were pregnant, if the baby was his. But you just smiled at him and his heart soared, getting way ahead of all logical thought.

“Um,” he swallowed nervously, “How old is she?”

“Just turned nine months.”

You tapped on her tummy, tickling slightly, trying to get her to look at him.

“Can you say hi, Scarlett?”

“Her name is Scarlett?” he asked, smiling at her when she finally looked at him.

“Scarlett Rose.”

Again, his breath left him entirely as his gaze shot to yours. He found the confirmation there in your gaze, but he still had to ask.

“Scarlett Rose as in…”

He didn’t finish his thought, but you finished it for him.

“The red roses you’d send me for every anniversary, birthday and Christmas? Yeah, just like that.”

It was a small gesture he’d done early on in your relationship that had continued throughout it. That had been just a small physical thing, although proof of his love for you. But now, named after those romantic gestures was an actual product of yours and his love.

“I love it,” he smiled, “It’s perfect.”

You noticed him watching her and you couldn’t help but smile at how amazed he was by her.

“Would you like to hold her?”

He nodded emphatically.

“I’d love to.”

You handed Scarlett to him and he took her, a little awkwardly at first, but soon she settled into his arms, tiny hands busy playing with the name badge on his employee vest.

“Hi Scarlett,” his voice sounded hoarse, his throat clogged with emotion that he was trying to keep at bay, “I’m your daddy.”

She was still focused on the name tag, babbling away and his eyes actually teared up as he rubbed a hand over her back, kissing her head. He looked up at you and saw you watching them, a slight smile on her face.

“Y/N, I—”

You held up a hand.

“You don’t have to say anything. I know you didn’t want to be part of her life. But I didn’t want to keep her from you. I just thought you should meet her.”

There was so much he needed to say, that he wanted to say. Of course, the most random, most idiotic thing was what chose to fly out of his mouth.

“Is there another daddy in her life?”

He wanted to hit himself. Of all things, he had to say that?

Your brows creased and he rushed ahead to explain himself before he could piss you off.

“I just mean I told you that day to find another father for her and I know I gave you permission to but I really regret that now because I don’t want any other guy being a father to her and you have every right if you wanted to da-”

“No.”

Your simple response cut off his incoherent babbling.

“No?”

“Believe it or not Steve, but I wasn’t interested in dating. I just wanted to focus on my-” you paused, realizing your mistake, “Our little girl.”

Scarlett was trying to pull the fabric of his Family Video vest into her mouth and he stopped her.

“No, no, honey. That’s not to chew on.”

“Here, give her this.”

You reached in your bag, pulling out a teething ring toy, handing it to Steve. His fingers brushed yours when he took it and you felt the metaphorical spark as his touch, your eyes flying up to his. He watched you with such intensity, you could feel your heart flipping like a dolphin in your chest.

“She’s teething pretty badly right now,” you said, trying to pull yourself together.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he murmured softly to Scarlett, placing it in her hands and watching as she brought it to her mouth to chew on.

You watched, father and daughter finally having met, the hole in your heart that he’d left behind slowly, millimeter by millimeter, begin to heal.

“Y/N,” he looked back towards you, “I’m so sorry for what I did.”

You nodded.

“Apology accepted.”

“I’m not even through apologizing,” he laughed, although you could hear the pain behind it, “I never should’ve left you or Scarlett. I was scared. I was a jackass and a coward. Call me whatever you want, I deserve it.”

“I’m not going to call you anything, Steve.”

“Still, I deserve to be called everything in the book,” he sighed, looking as worn and broken as you felt, “I actually went to find you. A month after that night.”

“A little late by then, don’t you think?”

He winced at your comment.

“That’s fair. But yeah, I found out you’d moved home. So I want to tell you now what I wanted to tell you then.”

You stopped him.

“I appreciate it, Steve. But you don’t have to. I didn’t come here for us, I can here so you could meet your daughter,” you said, “I wanted to let you know that you can see her, spend time with her, whatever, anytime you want. As far as I’m concerned, we’re just co-parents.”

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a stab of pain at that last statement.

“But, I wanted to make it right, Y/N and apologize.”

“Like I said, the apology is accepted. But you’re not forgiven. You broke my heart, Steve. We’re broken. If you think I came to fall back into your arms after you left me in a pile of shattered pieces, then you’re sorely mistaken.”

He sighed, the weight of the world feeling like it was crushing his chest at your words. But really, could he blame you? He wouldn’t trust him either.

Scarlett babbled to him and he smiled at her, albeit he felt like doing anything but smiling. Crying, screaming, begging, punching a wall, maybe.

But he had no one to blame but himself.

“Do you mind watching her real quick? I really have to hit the bathroom,” you said.

“No, we’re fine. Go ahead. It’s down the hall to the right.”

Scarlett saw her mommy leaving the room and started to fuss.

“It’s okay baby, mommy will be right back,” she promised.

“Ma ma,” Scarlett whined, pathetically.

He knew exactly how she felt.

“Hey, want to see some really cool lights?” he asked her, jostling her gently in his arms, walking to the big Family Video sign.

It was a neon red orange that glowed brightly and he thought it would distract her long enough to keep her from crying. She babbled, reaching out towards it, her tiny face illuminated by the neon light.

“I could tell you lots of stories about mommy,” he spoke softly to her.

Scarlett looked up at him as if intrigued by the sound of his voice.

“Most importantly though, I can tell you that I made the biggest mistake ever when I let her go.”

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Hey 👋

I swear I'm addicted to your writing😁 Thank you for the amazing post❤

Can I request a usually calm reader coming home to Hanni and Wil with n bruise on their cheek and/or blue knuckles from n fight. And when they question reader they find out reader defended their relationship.

Or

Them reacting to reader with cigarette burn scars from childhood or self harm scars.

Sorry if it's specific I had a dream about the first one and I'm insecure about my scars😅 Also if it makes you uncomfy ignore me🤣

Have a wonderful day/night/afternoon💕

Hey anon, sorry it took me a hot minute to get to this. Hope you enjoy!

Gender neutral y/n comes home covered in bruises. Their lovers Hannibal and Will need to know why.

trigger warnings: blood, threats of violence, mention of firearms, stalking

You spit a mouthful of blood into the snow before you even thought about turning the doorknob. Any random passerby would look at you and think you were attempting to rob the place. You couldn't say you disagreed, though: your hood was pulled over your head and you held a tire iron in your singular non-bleeding hand.

You knew it wasn't wise to let the old-money Baltimore socialites catch you in such a compromising position, but you had to double-check your mental map of the house one more time. Hannibal would undoubtedly be cooking; hopefully so in his element that he wouldn't notice you slipping by. Will was the one you had to worry about. When it came to you, he'd become as alert as a German shepherd with protective instincts to match. Where he was in the house was anyone's guess, so you needed to be on guard.

You removed your heavy boots and opted to leave them outside. You then tossed the tire iron behind a nearby planter and slowly, quietly turned the knob. The door creaked as it opened, making you cringe. The sight of neither of your partners immediately running up on you was a bit of a relief; you hadn't been discovered quite yet.

You just needed to make it upstairs so you could barricade yourself in the master bathroom and use that oh-so-rare sliver of privacy to cover up your bruises. Then you could climb down the trellis, grab your shoes and make a proper entrance with hello kisses and whatnot.

"[F/N]?" Hannibal called out before you could even breach the threshold.

With no thought on your mind other than "fuck", you turned your head away from the direction you heard him. "Yeah, I'm home."

"I'd rush to give you a kiss, but I'm a little tied up at the moment." He said, undoubtedly grinning to himself as he trussed a chicken with sturdy cooking wire. "So you'll have to come to me."

"Oh, yeah." You called back. "Let me just get cleaned up first."

"If you insist." He said with a dramatic dip in his voice. "But hurry right back. Dinner is almost ready."

Hurdle one was cleared. Now all you had to do was clear the second, much higher hurdle.

You ascended the stairs, but forgot to skip that one consistently creaky step that always alerted the dogs. A small army of dogs came pouring into the upstairs hallway, blocked only by the baby gate Hannibal had installed as a compromise. Enthusiastic barks filled the foyer as you desperately tried to calm them down from the top step.

"Winston! Max! Harley!" You rattled off as many names as you could remember. "Hush, please!"

"[F/N]?" Will said, turning the corner.

You momentarily considered throwing yourself down the stairs. It would be easier to explain the bruises and you could still soak up that sweet, sweet throuple affection without having to tell a story that even you didn't entirely believe. Common sense, however, kept your feet firmly on the ground.

Will appeared in your line of sight. You pulled the brim of your hat down and stuffed your hands into your pockets. "I, uh- forgot how to open the gate again."

The dogs parted in Will's path and he looked at you with suspicion as he effortlessly opened the gate. "Is everything okay?"

You turned your head to the side. "I'm fine. It's just really cold outside."

"I'm sure those wet clothes aren't helping." Will cocked his head. "We can start by throwing that hoodie in the dryer-"

Before you could pull away, he pushed your hood and your hat off in one fluid motion. He knew what was going on.

"I'm no doctor, but I don’t think busted noses and black eyes are side effects of low body temperature." He said, folding his arms.

You put your hand up, unintentionally revealing the bruises on your knuckles. "You learn something new every day."

You tried to scoot past him, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back.

"[F/N]--" Will said, a blistering fury beginning to percolate in his chest. "Who did this to you?"

"I ran into a bus stop." You lied, not even trying to make it sound believable.

"That bus wouldn't have happened to be headed to Dacula, would it?"

Your silence spoke louder than any excuse you could think of.

Will sighed. "Right. I think I know what happened."

"Will, I-" you protested.

"Save it for dinner." He scolded. "I'm sure Hannibal would love to hear this."

You'd been found out it was much worse than anticipated. You felt like you were on trial, which, given the circumstances, you could have actually been on trial in a real court of law on the charge of aggravated assault. However, that didn’t make you feel any better.

Hannibal demanded an explanation and couldn't wait until dinner. He was willing to let one of his culinary masterpieces burn in the oven, knowing of course that a much rarer delicacy was in the cards once you gave him a name.

He brushed his finger over an open cut under your eye. A light click of his tongue reached your ears as he examined your face.

"Give us a name, love." Hannibal probed, holding your jaw between his fingers and following the trail of bruises down your neck. "Who did this to you?"

"It's not a big deal, really." You assured him, squirming against his grip. "I started it."

"Now that, I find hard to believe." Hannibal contested. "You're not a preemptive strikes kind of person."

"Nor would you go all the way to Dacula to throw a few punches." Will added, approaching you with an ice pack.

"Okay, so maybe I finished it." You corrected.

Hannibal smiled proudly to himself. "That's more like it."

"What exactly did you finish?" Will asked, gently placing the ice against your bruised knuckles.

You sighed. You mentioned Dacula once and they already knew the answer. They were just waiting to hear you say it.

"My ex-boyfriend, Sidney." You leaned back on your one good wrist. "He was a being a completely irredeemable shit, as usual-"

"Details, darling." Hannibal said in too singsongy of a voice than was really appropriate while wrapping your hand in gauze.

"Acting entitled, talking like I belonged to him-"

"You have no idea how little that narrows it down." Will shook his head.

You were compelled to agree, but couldn't bring yourself to admit that and the fact that you ever dated Sidney in the first place. "Right."

"That isn't out of character for him." Hannibal said.

"And certainly not enough to make you willingly drive back out to cousinfuck nowhere to beat him up." Will finished.

"I didn't go out there with the intent to beat him up!" You contested. "He said that if I could meet him for coffee he'd never speak to me again. I know it's a lot of gas money, but I really was gonna hold him to the whole 'never speaking to me again' bit."

"So what happened?" Will asked, growing impatient.

You looked at the ground, embarrassment stopping the words at the tip of your tongue.

"Somehow, he caught a whiff of our... arrangement." You tightened your hands into frustrated fists. "And he made some really shitty comments about... you."

Hannibal and Will exchanged looks. They let the silence linger, urging you to fill it.

"He went into obscene detail about how mmf threesomes are his favorite category of porn," you tried not to gag as you recalled the disgusting details. "And then said if I 'let him watch', he wouldn't tell the local baptist church that I was a whore-"

"The man is a pig." Hannibal said, matter-of-factually.

"I got up to leave." You continued. "Obviously. Then he said he knew where you lived. Announced it to the whole diner. Started to go through his list of semiautomatic weapons. So to make sure he knew I meant business-"

"You threw the first punch." Hannibal finished the thought for you.

You nodded. "Naturally."

Will smiled to the floor and pushed his glasses up his nose. "I would have loved to see that."

"As much as it pains me to say," Hannibal began, resignedly agreeing. "It's only fair that you stand up for us the way we stand up for you. From time to time."

Will brought your bruised knuckles to his lips. "Though we desperately need to teach you how to dodge. Because the next time you come home covered in scratches, someone will pay."

You took both of their hands. "I should get beat up more often."

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i’m so sad bro, like tears in my eyes kinda sad 😭 wanna hug owl, or toasty or x so bad rn fr,,, anyways, how are youuuu?

oh no! i'm so sorry to hear that you're not doing too great right now. sending you so much love and so many hugs !! i hope that your day gets better soon and that you're feeling okay. i can't do much, but what i can do is write some little headcanons for the lis comforting a sad mc. i hope these offer a little comfort while you're feeling the sads! much love, anon ♡ (also i know you didn't mention quest but i've added him in there too for extra comfy vibes) apologies that they're on the shorter side, it's late and i'm sleepy but i wanted to write these as soon as possible for you !

♡ nightowl ♡

When you text Nightowl about how badly your day had gone, expressing just how much you wanted to crawl under the covers and sleep, he's immediately calling you. As he starts talking to you, listening to what happened, you start to realise he sounds a little out of breath but don't think to question it. He's called you while working out before, so it wouldn't be out of character for him to do it again. He stays on the phone with you, talking about his own day to distract from how yours had gone. It's not until you notice Nightowl's voice is getting quieter, as those he's scared of being heard, that you begin to question things. When you ask if everything's alright he simply instructs you to open your door. Of course, you're racing to answer it now that you know your favourite person is waiting on the other side. And, as expected, when you open the door Nightowl is standing there with his phone in one hand and a bag in the other.

"I've got a special delivery right here with your name on it, cutie," he declares with the biggest grin on his face. "One bag of snacks and one incredibly hot and thoughtful boyfriend to enjoy them with." You're both laughing as you pull him inside, arms wrapping around him and soaking in his presence. Then suddenly you're being swept off your feet and carried off to your bedroom. Snacks are deposited next to you and Nightowl is right there with you, excitedly leaving kisses all over your face and ensuring not a single spot goes untouched. It's as if he possesses a magical touch that simply eradicates any and all negative feelings, able to cure you of your ailments and restore some semblance of yourself. An evening you'd written off as ruined is all of a sudden made perfect again, all thanks to Nightowl.

♡ quest ♡

When you arrive home from work, the long day having completely caught up to you, everything seems to fall apart at your feet. It's like there was a layer of glass so paper thin enveloping your entire body, sheer will keeping it from shattering. Then, the moment you stepped into the comfort of your home, the small cracks that dotted it broke apart and left shards of glass at your front door—along with it, your resolve and any ability to hold back any tears. Quest usually got home from work not long after you but a mishap with the office's internet meant they'd all been told to leave a little earlier so he was able to come greet you at the door. Upon seeing you, Quest instantly pulled you in close for a warm hug, his arms wrapping around your body as he gently rocked from side to side. Then he pulls back ever so slightly, fingers softly moving stray hairs from your face while he smiles in that caring way that warms your insides.

He lingers for a moment in the contented quiet, simply admiring your face before he questions. "Feeling better? Come on, I've already made a start on dinner." And he's leading you to the kitchen, prompting you to take a seat on the counter so he can talk while he works, returning every once in a while to kiss you so your lips tingle as he pulls away. He may not be able to turn back time and erase all that made you sad or hurt you, but he can certainly do everything in his power to turn it into a fuzzy memory of the past, long forgotten in place of Quest's tantalising kisses and over the top singing to whatever music he has playing in the background.

♡ xyx ♡

Xyx struggles with words sometimes. Being emotionally vulnerable is hard, even after how far he's come. So when he comes into the room about to ask what you want to eat for dinner and sees that you're crying, eyes puffy and cheeks blemished red, Xyx takes a second before his brain spurs into action. He'll happily sit and listen to you talk it out, but doesn't always know the right words to say back. What if he makes this worse? There's nothing he could want less than making you cry even harder. And so he's cradling you to his chest, a hand leaving sweeping strokes down your back while sobs wracked your body. His cheek is laying atop your head while his other hand wraps around the back of your head, staying there until you feel yourself calm, the intense wave of sadness now lessened to a gentle ripple—still present though far less obliterating and all-consuming. Once you pull away from Xyx's hold, his hands fall to hold yours, his grip firm as he looks into your eyes with an earnest question.

"How are you feeling? Is there anything else I can do?" He's not entirely sure how to navigate situations like this, unsure of what is exactly the best course of action to take. But he figures that asking you what you need right now is a good first step. And he listens. Listens so intently that he's quiet for a good while, taking in all that you offer and making sure to act on it. If you feel like eating your comfort food, he'll make it, order it, whatever needs to be done to make sure you have it. Need a distraction? Then he's got Cat at the ready and a new series on the tv waiting to watch all night, all while cuddling with you and not leaving your side.

♡ nakedtoaster ♡

Toast gets home from a long day at the office, exhausted and ready to collapse on the sofa for a few hours before he heads to bed with you. They're taking off their shoes, leaving their things by the door and calling out to you to let you know of his arrival home. Usually you'd come to see him, ready to jump into a tight hug or you're shouting back a "welcome home!" before telling them you were just doing something in the kitchen. But tonight was different. Tonight your response was half-hearted and tinged with a layer of sadness that cleaved Toast's heart in two. It set his senses alive as he abandoned all thoughts of the usual routine, entirely set on finding you; there was nothing more important to them than you, especially when you were upset. When he found you sitting on the sofa, bundled in a blanket with a tear stained face, Toast near crumbled at the sight. They crouched in front of you, hands gentle as they roamed your thighs just above the knee and left soothing circles.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here. I've got you." His voice is gentle and calm and everything you needed in that moment. A pure reminder that they love you and will always be there the moment they know you need it. For the rest of the night he's holding you close, listening if you feel like talking, but most of all just being there with you whether it's in silence or deep conversation. Anything you need and they will do what they can to provide it.