#I'm also feeling shy and anxious shoving my writing out there

[petitfarron]

Write about a member of your ship giving the other a special gift.

Thanks for the ask! I'm sorry it took me forever to get to it but I'm here now!

Farron's actually given Dusk a few special gifts already but I'm just going to choose one of my favorite moments and re-write it in a not-from-our-rp style instead! ♡

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It was well into the night, and the house was silent with all occupants fast asleep; a peaceful atmosphere.

Mostly.

The soft sounds of tinkering could be heard from the basement. There was still one who hadn't found sleep yet and couldn't until the task he set out to complete was done. It was important!

And so Farron sat at Dusk's workbench, trying his hand at a craft he wasn't all too familiar with yet so that he could surprise the love of his life with an old gift restored. He always meant to transform the tiny, dried gloxinia flower from their first date into something more.

Sure, he had already given Dusk a necklace previously, but he couldn't help but think another, more sentimental type that he could carry with him anywhere would be perfect. They were both horrifically sappy and sentimental, after all.

Applying the final touches to his craft, Farron wiped the back of his hand across his brow and sighed softly as he held the delicate chain up to the light to inspect his work. A glint reflected off the small, glass bottle he had attached and enchanted, revealing the dried flower within. Obviously, his hand would never be up to par with that of a master goldsmiths, but he felt a certain amount of pride nonetheless. It was important to him to make this gift himself rather than have it commissioned... and here it was! Finished and beautiful, to his eyes.

All that was left was to slip it around Dusk's neck without waking him...

Steeling himself, Farron drew in the deepest breath his lungs would allow. Exhaling shakily, his nerves getting the better of him, he pushed himself to his feet and started the daunting task of getting back up two flights of stairs without waking anyone. He thanked the gods that no one but him could hear the way his heart was pounding or how the blood rushed in his ears in such a defeaning way.

One step had betrayed him on the way up with a low groan, and he held his breath, ears swiveling forward on high alert. And there he stood for much longer than he needed before he found the courage to continue. All remained silent, and deep down, he knew he didn't need to worry as much as he had been.

The sight of Dusk fast asleep in bed surrounded by amaro, a rabbit and a duck warmed his heart, and Farron carefully climbed into the bed with them. Luckily, not a single one stirred, and he quietly let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

It was now or never.

Slowly crawling up next to his partner's sleeping form, Farron held both ends of the necklace, and quick as he could, he slid one end under Dusk's neck, clasping both ends together with ease. A loving smile played onto his lips, and he leaned over to press a lingering, gentle kiss to Dusk's forehead. His heart was still pounding fiercely as he adjusted the chain so the clasp was out of sight.

Late night shenanigans completed, all that was left was to sleep until morning when Dusk would notice the new adornment hanging from his neck. Until then? Farron would attempt to sleep through his excitement and giddiness.

And sleep he did.

In mere moments of being cuddled up with his favorite person, he drifted off, dreaming of how lucky it was that they had ever met. He would forever be thankful to have had such a chance in his life, and he would treasure this man like the gift he was until the end of his days.

[adventuringblind]

Hello darling🫶🏼 I hope everything is okay🥹 I love the way you write, it’s sooo feel so real!

I have a request Lando x fem!reader, were she is Italian and she’s working for another team. So they live this relationship for so long distant, and she can’t go at every race as a McLaren supporter, but , and that’s situation make the things between them very difficult. So at some point, when everything looks like an end, he decide to ask her to live with him in Monaco.

Idk I feel this a little bit angst but happy in the end.🥺🥺

Thanks for all of your works, are amazing😍

Monaco Bound

Lando Norris x Ferrari Reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Summary: Lando is lonely, and Refer thinks he doesn't want her around. Turns out Lando just doesn't know how to ask. Featuring Max being blunt and the Ferrari boys trying to be emotional support.

Warnings: miscommunication, Lando is anxious, reader is so confused

Notes: Just so you are all aware, I am getting to requests! I've been working on the series more, as well as my works on AO3. Sorry it's taking so long, everyone!

Masterlist

Everyone says long distance is difficult. And when your partner needs physical contact and quality time, they really aren't joking.

Her and Lando had been making long-distance work for the last year and a half. Her living in Italy for work and Lando living in Monaco. Sure, they see each other in at races, but working for different teams really doesn't help anything.

Hope came in the form of teleworking. Finally, they'd managed to make it so she could do work from home, working remotely from the factory.

Did she tell Lando? Yes. Was she hoping to move to Monaco with him? Also, yes. But she also didn't want to just straight up ask him. That could make him uncomfortable, and then it would be awkward. Instead, she leaves it alone. Patiently waiting for Lando to maybe ask her.

On the other side of things, Lando could not decide whether his girlfriend simply isn't into him anymore, he had done something wrong, or she's just shy. He wants her to come live with him. To the point where he has broken down over in when he's alone in bed at night.

The next race weekend, he caught her talking with Charles and Carlos. Knawing insecurities creeping their way up his throat. He avoided all three for the rest of the day.

No phone calls were answered. No texts responded to. Always going to opposite direction. Was he being petty? Possibly, but he needed to think this through.

That night, he's shocked when Max comes knocking at his door. Lando opens the door and greets his friend cheerfully. Max though, looks solem.

"Wanna talk about why your girlfriend is acting like she's killed you?"

Lando's face dropped. "What?"

Max shoves past him and takes a seat in one of the chairs at the small table. "Carlos and Charles are worried also. They tried consoling her, but she's hysterical mate. Thinks you don't love her or something."

Again, Lando's face drops. She thinks he doesn't love her? She believes she did something wrong? He's misread this situation entirely.

"I- I thought that - that she was falling out of love." He admits. His face turns away from Max to the floor.

"She was raving to Carlos and Charles that she's finally able to work from home and wants to live in Monaco with you, but you hadn't asked."

"Why didn't she ask to live with me?"

"Maybe she didn't want to seem rude?"

And suddenly Lando is running out the door. Sprinting to his car to get to the hotel he knows she's staying at. With the room number she'd given late last night when she arrived.

It's a blur, really, the trip from point A to point B. He doesn't come back to reality until he's staring at her door. He can hear the muffled sobs on the other side.

He knocks. She opens. They collapse into each other.

"I thought you didn't want to come live with me."

"You idiot. Of course I want to live with you! I love you!"

"I'm your idiot."

Does she move to Monaco? Yes. Is Lando like a koala bear clinging to her every second of the day? Absolutely.

But she wouldn't trade it for the world.

[tangyangie]

Hii I saw u write a karma x reader with a entp gf.. and it was veryy good :)) i even followed u lol

i was wondering if u could write a reader x karma with a isfp gf.. she's very sweet, kind, artistic and likes taking care of others.. she's extremely insecure and hates that she's too shy and allergic to the word no 😂 lol...

She has been feeling a bit insecure about herself and hates herself because of her failures in communicating with others 😭 soo can u write general headcanons and also him comforting her

I'd really appreciate it if you will write this... it's ok if u don't wanna thoo

Thanks :D

blank canvas, blank mind

description. karma x isfp!girlfriend

genre. fluff / comfort

notes: i couldn't tell by what you wrote if you only wanted headcanons or if you wanted a scenario too.. so i did the scenario!! i hope you enjoy <3

— h e a d c a n o n s —

— he likes to take care of you. you relax on the couch as he throws numerous blankets on top of you as he tells you how much he loves you.

— he gives you things. whether that's paintbrushes, pencils, or plushies, you have an overflowing supply of these items. you're running out of places to put things.

— he's always with you. he simply doesn't want you being taken advantage of. he knows how much you hate saying no to people (even if your life is basically in jeopardy), so he's saying it so you don't have to!!

— he constantly compliments you. if you're insecure about your body, personality, interests, those worries will be fine in literally no time at all. he's great at distracting you from what makes you anxious.

— he's always watching you. not in a creepy way!! you just fascinate him. he could stare at you for hours and never get bored. you're just so pretty with your movements, especially when you're letting your creativity shine through.

— he gives you people lessons. he knows you're not great with interactions. he knows your troubles with communications with—well, anyone. so, the most illogical thing to do is help. so, he's constantly trying his best to help you in this kind of thing.

— s c e n a r i o —

you're staring at the wall.

thinking.

about anything—and everything.

thoughts keep filling your mind about your earlier occurrences. the things you said, if you made any weird faces, if you did anything at all that might tell someone you're doing something wrong.

"y/n? are you listening?" a certain redhead asks, brushing his hair away from his eyes so he can look at you properly.

"huh?" you spin, your eyes obviously puffy and tearing up. "yeah, sorry. what's up?"

"hey.. are you okay? did something happen? do you need me to shove wasabi up someone's nose? some habanero peppers, perhaps?"

you give a little chuckle and shake your head. "not today, karma."

"well, then.. what's wrong? you're acting unusual." he says with worry in his voice, carefully jumping backwards onto the bed to sit next to you.

"i was just.. thinking." you sigh, swinging your leg back and forth.

"...about?" karma asks, raising an eyebrow.

"it's just—uhm..." you begin, not knowing how to get the words out.

"i know i act weird around other people. but.. is there something i do without knowing that might make someone dislike me?" you blurt, still a little unsatisfied with the execution of the sentence.

"woah, where's this coming from?" he says, getting off the bed to place a hand on your shoulder. "what's going on?"

"i.. i just always feel like i've done something wrong. after i hang out with my friends, i can't shake the feeling that they'd start talking about me because of something i did." you spill, closing your eyes and resting your forehead in your palm.

"...i'm really sorry. but, i don't think you've done anything wrong, y/n. you're the kindest soul i've ever met and you're the reason i'm not in jail right now." he says, dead serious.

"still.. i just wish i could communicate with them better. i never know what to say to them when i want to talk." you say, looking back up at karma.

"i just wish there was something i could do about it." you say, concluding your point. you felt helpless.

"hey, it's okay. you can always work up to speaking with them directly. just stay out of your own head. you're amazing, y/n. there's absolutely nothing wrong with you or what you can do." he smiles at you, hoping to encourage you at least a little bit.

you wipe the back of your hand on your face, trying to get rid of the tears that had been spiraling out. "are you sure that they'll react well?" you sniff.

"y/n, there's nothing i can do to guarantee that. but, i do blue that they're not worthy of being your friends if they react badly to you wanting to talk to them." he says calmly, caressing your face with his thumb.

"just keep in mind, i'll be with you every step of the way. you've got this. and i'll have wasabi in my hands."

notes: i really searched my mind for this 😭😭 it was fun to write though!!

[plasmasimagination]

Hi! Congrats on getting 300+ followers!! If it's cool, may I get a matchup for Honkai Star Rail? (Sorry if it's long,,,, I'm just super excited and happy for youu windidbid) (please no sampo)

I'm an INFJ who's pronouns are she/they. My sun in Gemini, my moon is in Ares and my rising is cancer.

I'd describe myself as curious, easily excitable, pretty witty, a bit shy, bubbly, and low-key feral. I'm observant and calculating by nature, but I tend to keep that hidden. At times, I do tend to be depressive and super anxious (due to past bullying). In addition, I have a habit of being really hard on myself and pushing myself to my limits. I'm in a better place now, but sometimes it haunts me.Gaining my trust is pretty hard, but if you do, I'm riding or dying for life.

I like to try new things(, foods, activities, ext.) The issue is I have a weak stomach and get sick easily if I don't get enough sleep 😅 (strong mind, weak body hdudbdj)

I love cozy things!!(soft pastels, blankets, oversized sweaters, big scarves, stuffed animals, fairy lights) But I also have a love for the macabre My favourite outfit on cooler days consist of oversized sweaters, leggings, runners and a giant blanket scarf on top!

My hobbies include reading, writing, singing (in private) drawing, napping, learning new things, and playing video games. In the winter I love to figureskate!!! I know a bunch of tricks on the ice.

People have described me the following:

super self-aware

Constantly nervous (kinda true),

" riddle wrapped in an enigma, locked in a box, then shoved in a beehive" - my sibling

the grandma friend (Specifically the one wanting for their husband to come home from the war idk why tho)

Unhinged at times

Goofy insights

I tend to joke around with my older sister about them buying me something (like a snack or something) but the moment they say "alright bet" and then proceed to buy me the said thing I get flustered and be like "noooooo :(( I was just kidding >_< pls i take it backkkkkk)) because I'm not used to being on the receiving end of this kind of stuff.

I actually like to sing. It's just that I'm shy about it and only sing when I'm either by myself or comforting someone. When people catch me singing, they’re shocked af. I've had an where people from my church group with the priest (like around 30) caught me singing, and we had a staring contest for about 15 seconds before they bombarded me in compliments.

I've eaten a burrito with North Carolina Reaper sauce out of curiosity and ended up getting sick as a result (I even had to sign a waiver when I ordered it ahebej)

Thank youuu!

HELLOO HI HI HI HI CUTIEPIEEEEE, absolutely thankful for the amazingly written request *mwah mwah mwah* was very easy for me to write because you let me know everything I needed

And I match you up with

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JING YUAN

No words. You two are a match made in heaven

Your calculating nature + his observant nature = absolute power duo

He would absolutely not allow you to push yourself to your limits. He will nicely distract you from something he thinks you're overdoing/ hurting yourself by doing it, he will tell you there's no need for it, and reassure you

YOU LIKE COZY THINGS?? WELL GREAT!! Jing yuan himself is just super cozy to be around, he's like a huge cotton ball, super soft and cuddly!!!

You say you're constantly nervous? Take a Jing yuan, he might not make it dissapear, he's not god obviously, but he will try his best to calm you down, telling you to breath, speaking softly to you, just generally trying his best to make you be comfortable

Enigma....hm not a problem for Jing yuan, as we know he can reach deep into people's hearts and feelings, i assume he would also be like that with you, taking his sweet time over the course of you guys being together to understand you, every small thing about you, even some things you didn't even know yourself about yourself

He always can't help to chuckle at how sweet and cute you are at times, he's the type of man to get you anything you ever dreamed off, and will spoil you in every category, and he finds it even more satisfying seeing your reactions to his small surprises

All in all, I think you two are perfect for each other and when u marry I expect to be invited to the wedding 🥰🗡️

Don't forget to eat and drink babe, take rest, and stay cute

[desiredcaramellatte]

Henlo, I would love a matchup with a CRK character!

I’m bi and I am 5’9! I do get a little insecure about my height due to pressure and high expectations but I feel even more insecure about my face, skin, and body shape/weight especially when my own parent/relatives keep judging and comparing me- I sometimes shut myself off from others due to insecurities and anxiety unless I really trust the other person and feel close to them. Most people tend to say I don’t talk much and am shy though once I feel I can trust that person, I do enjoy chatting next to them and it feels nice when I’m able to talk about things I enjoy or think of without being judged or made fun of! I love writing and sending messages to show I care and I love love!! love when people I feel connected to (whether platonic or romantically) write or text kind things to me showing they care! The way I read them and go …afkewebfiulaewkbg!!!<33 I do not care how long or short the letters or messages are, if I feel cared and understood then I will treasure it and may or may not screenshot it/ keep it in a box I may or may not have to keep them ahaha- Oh! I really like cats and dogs, I especially want to have a pet cat some day. I enjoy drawing and listening to music, especially alternative/indie- and I love making a playlists for myself or the ones I care dearly for! I don’t feel comfortable in hot weather so I do prefer cooler and cloudy days. Although I don’t mind,I do get pretty startled from sudden loud noises and jolt or aggressively and sharply turn my head to see what the hell that noise came from especially if it’s yelling- it can be triggering to me and I tend to silently panic with weight dragging me down in fear and memories- I also tend to shove and burry my face into stuffed animals in my sleep oops

Good Lord I just wrote an essay LMAO I put more effort into a matchmaking with cookies than I do on my school essays 😭😭😭 Whether you do the request or not I appreciate you for reading my mini rambling about myself ehekekeke thank you! I wish you a lovely day <33

💕💞💕💞

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You're awesome dude 👍

Pfft, why write essay when you could t u m b l r

I match you with ~

Rye Cookie

~| Rye is very protective of you, to the point it's a bit scary. She always seems to be your bodyguard, just following you around and chatting with you, placing herself in the way of any interaction you feel anxious in or standing up to your family.

~| Rye isn't naturally lovey-dovey, but she will try to give you little notes and compliments! She loves how happy they make you.

~| She is naturally a loud person, but she tends to cool it down around you. She knows you can get freaked out at yelling, so she makes sure her tone stays low when around you.

~| Rye loves you with all her little cowboy heart. She will stick up for you and more. She may occasionally ask you to draw her a picture of a horse or a goat as well, she always compliments your drawings. She gave you a drawing of a stick-cat once.

~| You and Rye give off "Hey, someone is going to go down the slide backwards!" "Hah, what a dumbass" "I'm gonna go off the slide backwards!" "Wait thAT'S MY DUMBASS" vibes.

[whumpshaped]

,,,so I may very slightly be absolutely obsessed with writer whumper. Did you know I love your writing???? I love your writing. I love whumper insulting whumpee for being slow because of how unsure they are. Would you ever consider making this a series? Because I just. Can’t stop thinking about whumpee being trained properly like they always told themselves they wanted, and whumpee trying to shove down their self doubt whenever whumper is extra mean and. This lives in my head rent free. Poor pumpkin is so shy, wouldn’t it be fun if whumper forced them to tell whumper everything they’ve fantasized about? And maybe they even have to beg ask nicely to be whumped! ~🐸

trigger warnings: humiliation, conditioning, captivity, locked up, manipulation, obsessed whumpee, emotional/psychological whump, self-deprecation, fucky thoughts, pet whump

Whumpee was roughly shoved into the cage and locked up right away, but much to their surprise, Whumper just left them alone after that. They'd said they needed to take care of some things, possibly concerning the covering of their tracks.

Keeping someone captive was a big responsibility - as avid readers and writers of whump, they both knew that full well. It only terrified Whumpee even more.

They spent the next hours curled up and thinking about all the things they'd read on Whumper's blog, all the clever and manipulative whumpers and the poor, innocent whumpees. That was what drew them in, really. The fact that all the victims were so innocent, so easily tricked... like them. They saw that address and thought they got lucky, then walked right into Whumper's carefully set trap. They were just as stupid as the characters they'd been reading about. If Whumper was also just as smart as their stories made them seem...

Whumpee covered their mouth with their hand, stifling a whimper. This was so messed up. Were they really getting flustered thinking about their situation? They were locked in a cage in a stranger's basement. Well, Whumper's basement. Someone they'd been obsessing over for months, rereading their stories a thousand times and imagining every single way Whumper could hurt them. They wanted to be manipulated, they wanted to be tricked and locked up, they wanted to be insulted every which way. They were completely fucked in the head, and Whumper already knew that, which meant they were set up to be humiliated constantly.

They felt a single tear roll down their cheek and hit the cold ground underneath them. They wanted that. They were scared, they couldn't have been more terrified, but it was the same exact feeling theyd always gotten reading the stories. The feeling that got them addicted.

The door at the top of the stairs opened again, and Whumpee carefully pushed themself up. They didn't risk talking without permission. They weren't clueless, like those other, unworthy whumpees on Whumper's blog, who screamed and kicked and fought for their useless freedom.

Whumper walked over to the cage, leaning on top of it and forcing Whumpee to look up at them from where they sat. It was impossible to ignore the power imbalance, the way Whumper could move around, walk out on them at any moment if they wanted, because they were free. They could stand there, leaning on the cage, while Whumpee was forced to stay on the ground, surrounded by metal bars that barely let them sit up straight. They were relaxed and confident. Whumpee was tense, anxious, and despite all of this - no, specifically because all of this - they could feel the sense of blind adoration bubbling up in their chest.

"Don't give me the bedroom eyes already," Whumper taunted, making Whumpee look away in an attempt to hide their face. "All I've done was lock you up, are you seriously that pathetic?"

"I'm sorry," they choked out, jumping when Whumper slammed their hand on the bars.

"What was that? That's your apology for being a disgusting creep?" Whumpee's breath caught in their throat at the sharp words, and they couldn't even manage an excuse. Whumper was... they were perfect. But clearly, continuing to stare at them in awe when that was the thing that got them in trouble in the first place wasn't the right choice, and Whumper made that pretty obvious when they spat in their face.

Whumpee finally snapped out of it and wiped their face with the sleeve of their sweater, mortified at the fact that this was the treatment that was leaving them so lovestruck that they forgot how to speak. "I'm s-sorry for being a creep..." they tired again, cautiously looking up at Whumper to see if this was better.

"We're getting there. Say, you're a fan of mine, yeah?" Whumper grinned at the term, given that Whumpee was so obsessed with them that they were willing to walk into a kidnapping of their own volition. "I'll let you try again, and I expect you to address me properly. Surely, such an obsessed little stalker can work out what I like best, hm?"

There wasn't an ounce of hesitation this time before Whumpee spoke. In fact, it sounded like they'd said this exact thing many times before. "I'm sorry for being a disgusting creep, Sir," they said quietly, seemingly reveling in the way the words felt on their tongue. They weren't alone in their room anymore, acting out a fictional scenario they'd read on Whumper's blog. Whumper was right there, listening to them say it, ordering them to say it.

Whumpee had no idea what they expected to happen, but they didn't expect to be laughed at. No, they knew what they wanted, they wanted to be praised for knowing exactly what Whumper meant, they just proved themself worthy, they- they did well.

"You're the most pathetic thing I've ever seen in my life," Whumper said without any sign of being impressed. If there was any emotion on their face, it was pure, wicked amusement at their self-imposed humiliation. "Have you been practicing in front of the mirror? Because it sure looks like you're right in your element, being treated like a stupid pet. Oh, I bet you had fucking dreams about this, I bet you spent night after night reading all that shit I posted and wishing I'd talk down to you like that. And now you're here, you're finally fucking here, and you just cannot wait to please me, whatever sick shit it takes. You're such a fucking joke."

Tears welled up in Whumpee's eyes as they kept talking, berating them further even after they thought there was nothing more to say. Their chest felt impossibly tight with the familiar feeling of betrayal, and they curled up again, hugging their knees and hoping for it to be over. They were disgusting. Sick. Pathetic.

Whumper pushed themself away from the cage with a satisfied smirk, thoroughly enjoying the reaction they managed to get out of their plaything. For a moment they were worried that Whumpee was way too obsessed to be broken properly, but from the looks of it, they were going to have a lot of fun after all.

[deliciously-yeeted]

I was in desperate need of some beel fluff, so i wrote some. As one does. Uh, ive never done this,(posting fanfic, i normally jus write small things for myself tbh😅) before so please have mercy lol

I hope ya like it though, it put a smile on my face so im hoping it does the same for you♡

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You started filling the hem of your shirt with snacks, as many as you could fit in the scrunched up fabric that is, a tired but playful grin on your lips, as you thought over what you planned to do, mentally prepping yourself.

Normally, you're not so bold about seeking out comfort and such, feeling shy about showing vulnerability...but today, ugh, today had you particularly worn down. You needed something, affection preferably. You'd settle for a warm bath and some melatonin if you had to. Though, you really didnt want too.

You were tired of self soothing all the time. And Asmos care packages could only help so much. But you knew how to make it all magically better. There was only one option in times like these .

You worked quickly, excitement bouncing around in your gut, making your hands a little shaky.

Having grabbed all you could you carry, you practically dashed from the kitchen. Your mind set on finding a certain big demon. Last you heard, he was headed to his room for a bit. You hoped he was still there.

When you finally reached his bedroom door, you found yourself in a tad bit of a pickle. Your eyebrows furrowed, the realization that you wouldn't be able to open the door making you frown at the closed door briefly. You cursed yourself slightly, for not thinking that far ahead. You forgot in all your excitement.

Briefly you considered trying to use you feet before dropping the idea. Guess you've got no choice.

Dang it! You felt kinda bummed that you'd be losing the element of surprise, but the grin soon returned, thinking about seeing Beel always you happy, regardless of the circumstances.

"Beeeeellllllllllll!" You called out, letting a bit of a whine into your voice, hey, who knows? Maybe it'd get him in front of you faster?? He tended to be on the slower side of answering his door, sometimes he simply didnt hear it. Especially if he was working out or watching tv.

Apparently, whining his name did not speed him up:(

You were about to call out again, worried he hadn't heard you, when the door clicked open. The mere sound making you feel slightly giddy. Your eyes snapping up to meet his briefly. You soaked in as many details of him as you could, without just straight ogling him, before flicking your eyes back up to meet his.

"Y/n?" He seemed pleasantly surprised, dressed in a black tank top and grey sweats (you were happy to see him wearing them, because while he looked like a whole ass meal in them, it also meant he had no plans of leaving the house tonight).

His eyes were quick to find the odd lumps wrapped up in your shirt, as well as the bit of tummy peaking out. The position you held your shirt in had caused the bottom of your stomach to show, something you had worried about on the way here, anxious about a different brother catching a glimpse of you. You could feel his stare burn against your skin, he was about to say something, but then his nose twitched, and his eyes fixed on your bundle of snacks instead.

-

Not that you minded his staring your stomach, not with Beel.

The others...maybe.

Your tummy was one of his favorite parts about you, he's hands finding their way under your shirt to touch and squeeze the soft flesh more often than not. Always gentle and non intrusive. I think he'd full on cry if he accidentally upset you somehow tbh.

Boy had absolutely no shame about it, once he learned you didnt mind much.

Especially when you seemed to be a bit shy about showing your stomach, with the others, or just in general. He made sure to let you know how much he loved your squish. Be it at RAD or just casually in the house.

The only person who ever raised a fuss over it was Mammon, although, he tended to fuss over everything you did anyways;; His protests did absolutely nothing to deter you or Beel, much to his dismay.

Sometimes, if Beel was hungry and needed a distraction or a quick 'pick me up', he'd scoop you up and just shove his face into your tummy. (Much like what I do with my cat when I'm bored and/or sad) Then he'd just hold you there until he absolutely had to let you down.

Relishing in the feel of your softness and you heart racing under your skin, fluttering so delicately under his lips, pressing his face against you was an instant mood lifter for him.

You loved it, a surprised but delighted laugh always ripping from your chest, almost subconsciously. You couldn't hide your happiness in his affections, not that you would want to (thats a lie, you cant help but be embarrassed at the end of the day by the intensive joy you felt whenever you looked at him). Which only seemed to motivate him even more, and soon each time he scooped you up, he'd kiss all over your tummy, making you giggle because it tickled, before hugging you close with a small sigh.

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"I brought snacks, and some cuddles. So uhm, can I nap on you for a bit? 'M tired. Unless your busy or something..." you beam up at him, starting to hesitate toward the end, suddenly a little unsure.

"Pretty please?? I wont bug ya, I promise." You plead, pulling your best puppy dog eyes, shifting from one foot to the other nervously. His eyes widened as his brain processed what you said, and the cute sight in front of him. If he was being honest, it made his brain stop for a split second.

He chuckled at you and lifted you up by the back of your knees, holding you carefully to his chest, mindful of your full shirt. A small startled squeak coming from you as he did so, a sound he never got tired of hearing.

You glanced in the room as he closed to door, he had papers sprawled over the small coffee table in the middle of the room, and a few (you spotted more in the trash bin in the corner) empty food wrappers around his work space. He plopped down in front of the table again, taking only a few steps to reach it. You were kind of jealous, your short legs never being a fair match against his. Luckily he enjoyed carrying you, which solved that issue right quick.

"You can keep me company while I finish my homework." He says, shifting you into his lap and keeping a loose hold on your lower stomach, fingers splaying out to get a small feel of your exposed skin. Glancing around, you dont see belphies mop of hair in his bed, he was probably sleeping in the attic or the observatory, you quietly hum to yourself, abit happy to have Beel all to yourself for the moment. Shifting forward, Beels hands refusing to let you go and setting on your waist, you hold your shirt above the edge of the table, and let the snacks spill from your shirt before smoothing the garment back down, missing Beels frown as he looses sight of your tummy. Quickly moving to organize the snacks a bit, so that they were within reach and not scattered all over his papers and in the way.

"Thank you, your the bestest!!" You say, the dull ache in your arms more than worth the effort in your opinion.

You tilted your head back so you can look up at him. Making eye contact with him made your brain kinda just...mush. Your hands slowly squeezing his on your waist, lifting them so you move a bit.

You tore you gaze from his, before turning around and wrapping your arms around his nack and your legs around his torso,(like a koala in his opinion).

Scooting as close as you could get away with, (your not as stealthy as you give yourself credit for, he knows, he just too nice to tease you for it, and he doesn't want you to stop), so you could snuggle up to him and be comfy at the same time. Which wasn't all that hard to do with him, being the teddy bear he is.

Your eyes glazed over slightly, and you were distracted as you mind pulled your attention away.

Ah, you were in pure bliss, you could die happy like this~

You had grabbed plenty of snacks, being sure to vary in your choices, knowing Beel would like to have options, and hoping to be able to buy some extra time with him and a cute Beel smile as a reward for your effort. Tho, youd do it anyways.

Not that you'd ever admit to that. Nuh uh, no way. Unless he asked nicely, you'd give in embarrassingly fast if he ever did, the realization making your face heat up.

But...

Embarrassment be damned, youd never tell Beel 'No'.

He looks down at you, face going all blushy and soft at your slightly dazed and flushed expression. Your thoughts getting the best of you for a moment. Shaking your head slightly and letting out a resigned sigh.

"Of course you can," you snap out of it when he speaks up, looking up at him, quick to give him your full attention. "I love when you cuddle up with me, it helps me focus a bit. You didn't have to bribe me, though, as long as its you, my cuddles come free-" wrapping his arms around your shoulders, giving you a snug hug, he moves to continue. "Not that I'm complaining-" you cut him off, feeling slightly guilty about it. You were already flustered, and his sweet words weren't helping your predicament one bit. That was until your eyes actually focus on his face, oh sweet hell, hes so precious!!! Your heart thumps nearly painfully for a moment, nerves biting into your thoughts.

Your face was definitely beat red now, you could feel it at the tips of your ears even. Yet you refused to move, your eyes locked on his. A rare occurrence, one you could tell he was basking in, his eyes were glued to your face, studying it. His flush deepening slightly.

Squishing his cheeks and "shushing" him gently. Your basically cooing at him, to tired suddenly to care much about how your words or actions came off. The nervousness slipping away from your voice and movements. "Its not a bribe hun, I just felt like seeing you smile before I fell asleep on you. Heh, your smile is my goodluck charm for good dreams, ya know?" You tiredly rub his cheek with your thumb, eyes lit up happily and content. Giving him a small breathless laugh at the end.

He really did calm you down, your mind slowing down as the excitement started to fade, a fact you became overly aware of quite suddenly, your eyes feeling quite heavy now that you felt safe.

You yawned, your weariness catching up to you.

Beels quick to notice, taking note of the bags under your eyes. Dont worry, he'll make sure you get some good sleep, no bad dreams were gonna plague you on his watch. He glances over at the snacks you brought, unbelievably happy. Seeing you so cutely curled up to him, the fact that you brought him as much food as you could carry(a sight he nearly died from when he saw it) and your sweet sweet words, it definitely warmed his heart to say in the least.

He loved that you actually came to find him, just so you could cuddle. His adoration for you is bottomless, just like his hunger.

So, Beel wraps you inna big bear hug, pulling you closer and peppering the top of your head and face with kisses. He gives you a big grin, his eyes sparkling happily. "Nap, I'll wake you up when I'm done and we can hangout till dinner."

You tiredly nod, relaxing against him.

Grabbing a baggy of chips, he smooches your forehead, before tucking your face under his chin so he could munch, and see his work(not like that was much of an issue, beels a big boy after all👀), without completely covering the top of your head in crumbs (you'd told him you didn't mind, especially since he always ruffled your hair to get then out, and you loved that...but he still feels bad about it and tries to avoid it to some extent) and being able to rest his chin on top your head was just the cherry on top for him.

💗Happy beel mode activated💗

Sighing happily, you close your eyes. Beels cuddles making all your stress melt away, just like they always did. Slowly, you start to drift off, listening to the soft scratch of his pen as he starts to work and his deep breathing, letting it lull you into sleep.

I dont know why my brain wanted me to got all out on this. I literally jus couldn't stop tweaking with it. Imma post if before i decide to change it. Imma just conveniently forget i wrote this now, maybe ill like it more after a week or two... :/ also if theres any spelling or grammar issues plz tell me, its like 2am rn so im sure i missed something

[ebottcatacombs]

Hi! I saw you had match-ups opened for your paranormal boys, and I'd really love one! I am a female with she/her pronouns, 5.3 and athletic. When I'm around people I don't know, I'm quiet/anxious, but I get very loud and chatty with friends and family. Reading, writing and drawing are my hobbies, but I love being outside. I often go to the park to run. Coffee is my addiction, so I like going to cafes when I have time. I'm terrified of confrontation and arguing. Thanks very much!

I match you with Wirry (Paranormaltale Horror Papyrus)

As bubbly and boisterous as he used to be, Wirry is rather reserved around strangers now. That’s not to say he isn’t friendly, he’s just... softer, more cautious. It’s a bit of a slow start for you two, but he’s too curious and charmed by you to let you go. I’m imagining a slow burn that starts as a shy friendship that blooms into a very natural relationship. The more you open up to him the more he falls for you, and the more he opens up to you in return. 

Wirry loves that you’re athletic and adores going on runs with you. It feels good to have a jogging buddy again. A better jogging buddy. The nostalgia of it is bitter at times, but little things like this help him get back into activities he loved before the famine. 

He likes to stroke your head and play with your hair. He’ll pull you into his lap on the bench swing and pet you while you read. He’s also eager to see your art if you’ll let him, and he’ll show you some of his own! While he isn’t much of a writer, he’s an excellent painter. Maybe you can work on an art piece together, or he can paint something based on your writing. 

Coffee? Wirry is more into tea himself, but he can work with coffee. Because he needs to keep a low profile he can’t take you to cafes, but he’ll grow spices and learn what blends you like so he can brew something you’ll love. However, if he thinks you’re consuming too much caffeine he’ll make tea or decaf for you to try. 

Fortunately, Wirry is not a confrontational person. He hates arguing. Sometimes he’ll try to avoid a disagreement so much that he keeps quiet about things that upset him. This coupled with the fact that he has trouble communicating at times means that you’ll probably have to have a talk with him about... talking. Encourage him to be honest about his feelings and assure him you won’t be angry at him for expressing himself. And don’t worry, he’s always willing to hear you out without judgement if there’s something that’s bothering you. 

One more thing. While he doesn’t like confrontation, he certainly isn’t afraid of it. If anyone gives you trouble just leave them to him. He’ll scare the pants off of them for you or, if push comes to shove, make them... mysteriously disappear. 

Thank you so much for waiting!

[armandyke]

hallo here are the hc's i whipped up for the teacher au!! i'm sorry this turned into an essay i'm just a dumbass who loves soft teacher au a lot!!

“not sure what the others would teach in this teacher au tho-” *wakes up in the dead of night with cold sweat* *kicks down the door* I HAVE SOME THOUGHTS!!

oh boy…get ready….cause it’s A LOT

- Submitted by @katgreeves

luther: physics teacher, cause you know…spaceboy……everyone is scared at the beginning of the year when they get him as a teacher cause he’s TALL AND HUGE AS FUUUUUCK, but then fast forward two months later and everyone is chill because turns out he’s a really easygoing and soft teacher…just really socially awkward and lowkey dumb sometimes

asshole kids in his classes use his softness to his disadvantage and pull pranks on him constantly, poor guy….the other kids tho always tell them to shove it tho because he may be soft and dumb and socially awkward but he’S OUR SOFT AND DUMB AND SOCIALLY AWKWARD TEACHER DON’T TOUCH HIM!! the first time they protected him he had to remind himself not to tear up because HE FELT SO LOVED!!!! 

he gets them snacks even if they’re not supposed in the science classrooms because “eXPeriMENts and CHEmIcALsSsSsssSS!!!” and will rant for hours about space and starts and THE MOOOOON cause when he was a kid he always wanted to be an astronaut ( :’))))))) ) and his kids get fed up one day and go “why don’t you just make an astrology club mr luther????” and he does and IT’S A REAL SUCCESS WITH THE SCHOOL BODY YAY!!!

(five when he grows up also becomes a physics teacher and pesters luther all the time like “I AM 10 TIMES THE TEACHER YOU EVER WERE-” “NO YOU AREN’T STFU” and he’s technically wrong and right because material wise??? yes he’s 100% the better teacher and he always has answers to the kids questions and teaches them extra content cause he’s always been a genius but as a physics teacher that kids really like????? no siree that title goes to luther because he was a soft teddy bear to his students and they trusted him while five is eccentric and strict the the point where his kids are scared the FUCK out of him)

diego: pe teacher, SWEARS SO MUCH IN FRONT OF THE KIDS IN CLASS OMG HOW IS HE NOT FIRED YET?? is tough on the kids sometimes so push harder but IS ALSO SOFT AND REALLY ENCOURAGING THE KIDS TO WORK AND TRY THEIR BEST BECAUSE HE BELIEVES IN THEM!!! (except for the group of cocky assholes he’ll get in every class and don’t want to listen to them…he has personally removed their rights in the class)

whenever the self-defense unit comes around he’s sooooo dedicated to it and makes sure that the kids master everything to a t, cause who knows when it might come in handy??? he wants to make sure that the kids know how to protect themselves as the world is a shitty place and you never know when shit will go bad (except he does…he’s had enough bullshit and scared happen to him and has gotten involved in so many fights that he wants to make sure that the kids won’t hurt like him :“’))))))))) ) 

he’s a secret softie that will protect the kind kids that are not as good at pe and get bullied by the cocky assholes in the class becAUSE THAT’S JUST WHAT HE WOULD DO NO IM NOT SELF PROJECTING OF WHAT I WANTED OUT OF MY PE TEACHERS SHUT U-

also eudora is a pe teacher and the two of them are very competitive to be the best pe teacher and this rivalry turns into playful flirting and big ass crushes that they’re way too stubborn to admit, the entire school still ships it anyways (the entire school also ships klaus and dave because gay rights!!!!!)

allison: either school counselor or principal i can’t decide because she can be super kind and open to talk and gives advice that helps a LOT but she’s also a hbic THAT CAN AND WILL run the place. 

anyways, whatever job she has, she also helps with the drama club and school plays, and literally every year the theatre kids BEG HER to kick out the current drama teachers and replace them because allison>>>>>>>>>>>> all of the existing drama teachers there  

ben: is either a literature or philosophy teacher. super smart and knowledgable but is also really laid back and fun to talk to. he’s got a dark and snarky sense of humor and his students always have sass battles with him. the number of INSANE inside jokes his students and him share is HUGE.

HE DEMANDS THAT HIS STUDENTS PARTAKE IN READING TIME IN THE BEGINNING OF CLASS NO MATTER WHAT THEY HAVE TO DO BECAUSE READING IN AN IMPORTANT SKILL AND HOBBY FOR DEVELOPMENT AS A READER, WRITER, LEARNER, AND OVERALL PERSON AND NO AMY DON’T ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME I’M THE TEACHER HERE AND I SAID NO ELECTRONICS SO PUT THE GODDAMN PHONE AWAY BEFORE I COME OVER THERE AN-

anyways…he is really considerate to what students need and makes them as relaxed as possible because school is HELL. students LOOOOOVE HIM. HE’S THE ONE TEACHER BESIDES DAVE THAT LITERALLY EVERYONE LIKES. (highkey inspired by my philosophy and lit teachers because they’re also really smart but sassy and cool like ben and I JUST THINK THEY’RE NEAT)

vanya: strings orchestra teacher for obvious reasons. she was real shy at first when she first got hired but the the strings department at that time was soooo small and crappy that she went “oh HELL no,” rolled up her sleeves, and set to revitalize it just because she cares about music so much.

she recruited more students, got more advanced music so the kids could feel a challenge and be motivated to improve, and collaborated with the choir and band departments to provide more clubs, events and opportunities outside of class for kids to do music.

she is a no business type of teacher when it comes to arrogant people that put other players down or people who don’t practice and goof around and will snap at them SO HARD because everyone needs to be at their a game for a concert and in an orchestra no single person is bigger that the collective. she’s however SOOOO SOFT with really soft playing and shy kids because she understands how it feels when you think your playing isn’t good enough, so gives them extra help, gives them solo lines or solos to play so they gain more confidence in themselves, all while constantly giving encouraging words about how much they’ve improved that always makes them feel better and more motivated to improve.

she’s an absolute anxious and cranky maniac a week before the concert but she throws parties with food, drinks, and games afterwards to celebrate with her kids. she constantly gets them to play music related games and challenges that they do as a class for team bonding to make things more entertaining in class. she makes dumb music puns a lot too! 

she also will in the class say crazy stories of her childhood and the crazy shit she and her siblings did and then somehow always relate it back to the lesson and make it some sage advice…the kids never understand how she does it

(me???? self projecting more of my teachers into this au cause they’re cool??? more likely than you think)

also one day she chops her hair real short and cute and the conversation with her students basically went like this:

students: miss vanya you cut your hair???

vanya: yes kids I’m a lesbian

students: !!!!!!!!!!!!

vanya: ;))))))))

students: MISS VANYA SAID GAY RIGHTS!!!!

vanya: HELL YE I DID!!!

bonus grace yayyyy!!!!!: is the school nurse…she’s so sweet, so soft….has precisely whatever people need when they feel sick/injured…helps them calm down in they’re freaking out…always has a couple of beds in the nurse’s office so people can lie if they feel dizzy…gives out candy/sweets/food to people so they feel better!!

diego meets her a lot because a lot of kids in his class gets injuries and he takes them to the nurse and he jUST LOVES HER SM!!! INSTANT MOM FIGURE!! THEY TALK AND JOKE AND LAUGH TOGETHER AND GRACE WILL ALWAYS GIVE HIM A PASTRY SHE MADE WHENEVER HE COMES BY AND HE JUST IS SO SOFT AROUND HER ITS GREAT (his students find his sudden change in his demeanour amusing “hey mr diego is nurse grace your MMMmoooOoOooOOOmMMMMMMmmmmmM??” “kid your a good one but say that shit to me one more time and I will beat the sh-”)

she always has a smile on her and everyone LOVES HER…..except for the administration that always want to get her fired because they are assholes and they think she’s too weird to stay. however, every time they try to fire her, a certain teacher comes by the office for what they claim is a civil discussion...and after an hour of yelling, death threats, and the door getting 10 knife marks they go “you know what grace…you can stay" 

those assholes are persistant though, and one time though not even a certain teacher could get them away from firing her so once the news breaks out that nurse grace is leaving the whole school is FURIOUS and throws a 1 week riot and the administration get so scared and tired that they just go "OK WERE SORRY JUST KIDDIN- OK OK SHE’S STAYING FOR GOOD JESUS”

grace is so grateful that she makes a whole bunch of cake for everyone and everyone with tears in their eyes just goes “this…is why we love you sm nurse mom”

~~okkkieee that’s the end of it sorry it’s a literal essay I just got very passionate about this au lmao rip!!! I’m slowly tempted to write a fic about it even though i’ve never written a fic before in my LIFE and I already have like 3 other au fic ideas in my head already smh

[bleedingrose7098]

¤ His Silver Kitty ~ Chapter 1 ¤

(READ THE PROLOGUE FIRST)

(Summary ~ Somehow she reminded him of a rose. She was so delicate and fragile. Her small ears were always pressed down against her silver hair. Someone once told him that roses took a while to bloom but the end result was always worth it. And Taehyung was determined to make this one blossom into the beautiful flower he knew she could be.)

Chapter Title ~ I Believe

Language ~ English

Song reference ~ I Believe By Younha

☆ Taehyung's Point of view ☆

"You idiot! You brought her with you?!" Minho shouted. He looked back and forth between me and (Y/n) repeatedly then back to the road. I sighed and scratched the back of my head sheepishly.

"I didn't want to leave her alone." I reasoned, looking back at (Y/n) who huddled herself into a small ball on the backseats of Minho's car.

The window was open on her side and one of her hands were hanging out of it to feel the rain. She gazed out of the window blankly.

"She attempted to commit suicide Taehyung! You don't know that she won't do it again!" He said to me. I rolled my eyes a nudged him.

"Don't be so loud. She might hear you." I said to him. He laughed at me. He laughed hard.

"You really are an idiot. She's a hybrid Taehyung! She would be able to hear you breathing even when you try to hold your breath." He laughed.

"And you want to actually take care of her? You know nothing about hybrids!" He continued.

I groaned and covered my face with my hands.

"No! I don't know the first thing about hybrids but i can damn well try!" I yelled out in frustration. Minho hit his lip then sighed.

"Fine. Fine. Okay. First you'll need to officially register her as your hybrid. I'll take you to the agency." He agreed. I smiled brightly at him, showing him my famous boxy smile.

"Thank you hyung. I really appreciate it." I thanked. He rolled his eyes and continued driving.

I took my phone out of my pocket and pressed the home button to check my notifications.

Jin Hyung 33 Missed calls and 42 Missed messages

Jungkook 12 Missed messages

Jimin 8 Missed calls

Namjoon 1 Missed message and 1 Missed call

I laughed and turned off my phone once again and shoved it into my pocket. Unbelievable.

They can't just act like they care when they realise they need me. It dosen't work like that.

☆ (Y/n)'s Point of view ☆

We were in Minho's car driving to the agency. Minho was apart of the boygroup Shinee. I usually watched him on tv when my old owner payed the electricity bill.

I only realised Taehyung was famous too when he was rushing me towards the bus stop where Minho's car was waiting and billions of girls were screaming, "Taehyung oppa!" And, "V oppa!"

Only then i realised what he was dragging me into.

The car was now silent. We drove through the streets with the radio on, playing quietly as the rain now was heavier and louder then the noices coming from the speakers.

The agency of hybrid adoption was a place I've been to many times. It was a quick process of signing a single form which they then photocopied and faxed to the main office. After this was done you could take the hybrid home after purchasing an earring set or a collar. I've always gotten collars because my owners could never afford to pierce my ears since it cost alot more for hybrids.

The car finally pulled up the the agency. There was writing at the front that i was never able to read since i haven't been taught to read or write. The engine stopped after Minho took his car key out of the slot. Taehyung opened his door and walked over to my door to open it for me.

I looked up at him blankly as he held out his hand for me to grab. I put my hand in his and let him pull me up from my seat. He closed the car door after i got out then put his arm around my neck and hung it loosely. He smiled at me comfortingly as he led me inside. He looked up at the security guard who's face i knew all too well and started to speak.

"I would like to sign a fo--"

"God you're back here again?! How much times are you going to get adopted?" The man laughed.

"Hey Seoho! The silver head's back! You owe me some money!" The man called out to the open door that was at the back of the room. Taehyung eyebrows furrowed in anger

"Excuse me?! You were betting on her not having an owner again?! That is so sick!" Taehyung growled. He pushed past the guard and marched over to the front desk with my wrist tightly clutched in his hand. The guard snickered as i walked past him. My face has no emotion as i followed Taehyung's lead. Minho wait inside his car whilst playing a game in his phone to cure his boredem.

"I need to sign an adoption form please." Taehyung said the the old woman at the desk. Without looking up, she grabbed a form and slid it over to Taehyung and chucked a pen to him. He caught it before it rolled off of the table with a glare on his face. He muttered an annoyed thanks before taking the papers to the seating area.

He sat down first then patted the space next to him for me to sit down also. I crawled onto the couch and sat on it with my knees to me chest and feet off of the floor. Taehyung noticed my weird habit but didn't say anyting about it. He saw that I've done this before in the car and thought that maybe it felt more comfortable for my tail this way.

Then he started to fill out the form with a pen in his hand.

"What's you full name?" He asked.

"Sakurai (Y/n)." I whispered.

"Sakurai? That sounds like a Japanese family name?" Taehyung noticed. I nodded and kept quiet. He sighed but didn't continue to pry.

"Date of birth?" He asked.

"1998. May."

"May what?" He questioned. I shrugged my shoulders and closed my eyes, resting them against my knees.

"How many times have you been adopted?" He asked. This time he listened closely, he was obviously curious about this one.

"5." I said simply. His eyes widened slightly but he didn't comment on it. Even though i know he wanted to.

"Okay the rest is for me to fill out." He said as he started to write in the boxes. I nodded and waited silently for him to finish so we could leave. This place made me feel anxious. I guess it showed by the way my foot kept tapping impatienly on the sofa, shaking my whole body it the process.

"HOLY SHIT! IT'S TRUE! THE SILVER HEAD IS BACK!" A guard shouted. I tucked my head further into my knees and tried to block at out the noise. The guard walked towards me and picked up some of my hair and started twirling it between his fingers.

"What did you do this time, Silver?" He asked with a smirk. I ignored him, trying to close my eyes and wish for everything to dissapear.

Then he tugged on my hair hard causing me to sqeak. Taehyung looked up from the paper and furrowed his brows in confusion. That was untill he saw the man holding my hair in a tight grip. His look went from confusion to anger.

"Answer me, Silver." The guard said through gritted teeth. Taehyung stood up suddenly then walked towards the guard. He pushed him backwards with force, making the man stumble backwards amd let go of my hair. My breath hitched. I watched as Taehyung kept pushing the man backwards, taking out his anger on him.

No. This isn't what i wanted. I hated humans. But i hated violence more.

"Stop." I whispered as tears clouded my vision. Taehyung couldn't hear my quiet voice over his yelling.

"What gives you the right to touch her?!" He growled. The volume of his voice making me press my ears further into my hair then they already were.

"Please." I whispered again. Nobody payed any mind to me. After all, i was just a hybrid. Me being a crying hybrid didn't make any difference to them.

My breathing got heavier and heavier as i noticed it started to get hard for me to breathe. I gasped in for air but i felt as if nothing was being inhaled.

A panic attack? Not now. I can't deal with passing out now. I can't do this again here.

"You were clearly bothering her! Right, (Y/n)?!" Taehyung yelled, whipping his head back to me to listen for an answer. His face dropped, seeing me in tears sliding down to the floor, clawing at my chest in hopes to give me some air.

Taehyung was by my side in a second. He kneeled to the floor and took my face into his hands. He made me look him in the eyes. That was when i noticed his sparking blue contacts and how they complimented him so well.

This wasn't the time to be admiring him.

"Breathe." He said simply. He rubbed my cheeks and my tears away in the process. He breathed in slowly to demonstrate to me and asked me to copy. I did as he asked and started breathing in. Air filled my lungs slowly as i started to get back to the normal pace of breathing.

I was shocked. He stopped my panic attack. That has never happened to me before. I've always had one then passed out from lack of oxygen. One of the many things wrong with me which made my owners think twice before purchasing me. The only reason they have was because i was a rare breed of cat hybrids. The Siberian cat. Also known as the silver haired beauties. At least that was what i was told by my mother before i was sold to a buyer back in Tokyo.

Taehyung then brought me to his chest and hugged me.

"I gave you a panic attack... I'm sorry." He mumbled into my hair. I breathed in his scent over and over again, almost smiling as i smelt the smell of home. My eyes were closed as i started to relax into his hold. I could feel myself difting off in a sleep.

"I'll do better from now on. I promise. I'll protect you..."

I believe you...

(Author-Nim ~ Hey Mochies! Did you enjoy?! Please comment what you thought! I read every comment! Ask some questions if you'd like! Don't be a shy reader! ILY Mochies!)

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[thisway-imagines]

I'm so thirsty for content.... please can I get Python confessing to his s/o who is maybe obvious and doesn't get it at first? I love this fool so much...

i love my sloth boy python, so yes!! i apologize for this being really late - i was thinking between writing HCs or a fic for this for the longest time haha… so here it is!! i hope you enjoy!!

here’s some cute blueberry boy with an equally cute s/o!!

Python had tried everything. He had tried every way to ask you out on a date, find you somewhere private to talk about his feelings - hell, he had even tried to shoot a love letter to you with a bow and arrow anonymously in hopes that you’d pick up some sort of message that he was interested in you. Yet, all his plans get foiled in some way or another. Clive had interrupted Python’s plan on asking you out on that day due to a war meeting, Forsyth was begging Python to train with him so that he’d become a better soldier (Python still remembers his best friend’s words exactly that day) - “Python, you gotta stop slacking around and actually do proper work!”

He believed that chasing and pining for you was already hard work.

The archer also remembered when he perfectly shot that letter into your direction, watching your curious figure picking it up and opening it. Once he saw you reading it, he hid away from your line of sight and walked off when you were nowhere to be found. Python knew that you’d come up to him at some point to ask about the stupid letter he (actually) put effort into it - but what he didn’t expect was how painfully oblivious you were.

“Python! Hey, Python! Look at what I found when I was patrolling around camp!” You exclaimed as you found your Python strolling around your direction, waving the letter vigorously into the air.

The blue-haired man quirked up an eyebrow at your excitement, smirking as you ran up to him, panting. When he saw your bright blush, he didn’t know whether it was out of embarrassment about the letter or just you running towards him. “Oh yeah? What did you find, chump?”

You practically shoved the letter into his face, saying: “I know that you’re not supposed to pry into such things, but the letter was really sweet! I can’t really think of anyone in the camp doing things like these though… Tobin’s style of writing doesn’t fit this, and you wouldn’t put this much effort into something like that! Oh, I wish I was the person in the letter though, it sounds all so exciting…”

While you continued gushing, all Python could feel was a mix of embarrassment and frustration within himself. He wouldn’t put this much effort into something like this? Even if it was true, he thought that you must had picked up the signs - he wouldn’t put show off his skills in the battlefield for anyone, he wouldn’t stutter in front of anyone else, he wouldn’t smile so much if it wasn’t for you - 

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but I did write it. And it’s for you.”

That was when you stop talking, and stared at Python blankly as you processed his words. Suddenly, the feelings he had before started to wash away and was replaced with fear and shyness, anxious to hear what you were going to say next.

“You… you like me? Beyond friendship?”

“Yeah… for a while now.”

“Ah…”You fell back into silence again, taking back the letter from Python’s hands and smoothing out the paper from the crumples that you made due to how strongly you held onto it. As you were delicately holding onto the letter, Python took your other hand and placed it on his cheek; appreciating your warmth and also enjoying how shy you suddenly looked.

“I… I really like you too. More than a friend.” You finally declare, blushing as you saw his face shifting into a smirk. Although mischievous, you could see the fondness in his eyes when he addressed your name.

“[Name]… for so long now, I’ve tried to get your attention. I guess after that many shots I’ve taken, I was finally bound to get your heart after all.”