#Including stuff that was made without intention too

[blood-smiles]

𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐖..? 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎? Ი︵𐑼

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄! 𝐂𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

“Mreow!” Your hand combed through the kitty’s fur gently, watching her purr in elation as she lapped up creamy puree in your hands.

You had to physically pull yourself together, hold yourself from taking this cat and stuffing it into your bed for a cuddle session.

You almost made a sound but were reminded of the massive presence behind you.

Briar crossed his arms across his chest in resignation, he had been huffing and puffing about you pampering the barn felines for the last twenty minutes.

He would never lay a hand upon your cherished cats, he knew better than that now. He would burn down the barn with the cows in it if you gave him the silent treatment for more than six minutes.

His tail flicked behind him like a whip, looking at the fuzzy assailant with murderous intentions. The cow-man’s shoulders were square, muscles tense and jaw clenched so tight you could see veins sprawling under his skin.

He saw how the cat’s eyes flickered towards him, he swears to Eden that the animal’s furry lips quirked upwards into a smug little smirk.

That was it! He couldn’t take it anymore!

Oh, how he wanted to grab that poofy little fuck and dunk it in water, maybe then it will understand that his master is only his. Their pets belong only to him, their attention—Their love has a tag on it and it says Briar In bold red lettering.

When he got his hands on that cat he will make sure that it—

“Will you stop?” Your monotonous voice brought him out of his psychotic rage, his dark blue hues turning to you, the anger inside sinking deep in those ocean eyes.

“..Unfair.. Why can’t I get pets too?!” He stomped his foot a bit, eyebrows furrowing into a barely angry face.

“Briar.” You called his name with the patience of a tired parent with five hyperactive children.

“You literally sleep in my bed and have me in a headlock for eight hours straight— That’s without including the other sixteen hours you force me to endure afterwards.” You were sick and tired of Briar pretending he was a neglected housewife.

But deep down, you liked it. You liked how he so desperately needed your attention.

But Briar wasn’t ready for that truth yet, you fear he may have a revelation and begin teasing you back.

“I—Ugh! That’s not true! You leave to go use the bathroom for five minutes!” He pointed an accusing finger at you, glaring at the mountain of barn cats that began wandering into the farm and circling around you like a cult.

“A—A-And now you have those-those little menaces surrounding you! And you give them your attention and praise!! When I do much more for you than all of them!” 

You raised a brow as he stomped closer to you, obscenely large hands coming to grab you.

“Don’t you dare—“ you didn’t even get to feed the rest of the cats as your cow dragged you away, holding you as if you were a rowdy puppy.

“Briar! I thought we were over this!!” You exclaimed, flailing your legs in midair as a half assed attempt of escaping his muscular arms.

“I don’t care! I don’t want to hear another word from you! I am beyond upset with you.” He said with a finality that made you falter, as if he was your darn mother.

Also, weren’t you supposed to be saying that to him?

“B..Bu—“

“No buts! Or is it you want me to stuff your little tummy full of milk again?”

That shut you up, you ceased your squirming in fear that he would go through with his threat. You shrunk into his chest as your hands gripped his forearms tightly.

You blinked and found yourself in bed with an almost eight foot man, drowning in his chest. 

“Stay still.” He grumbled, heavy arms pulling you in closer, your body going completely stiff when you felt his head nuzzling against your collarbone.

“So mean. You are so mean to me..” he whined, ignoring the way his rounded horns were poking into your jaw.

You could already feel tears bubbling down his eyes and soaking into your clothes.

“You are so unfair! You said—You said that you wouldn’t leave me! That-That I was yours!!” He wailed, fingers clenching around your button up.

You furrowed your brows, trying to not pull his head back by grabbing a tuft of his thick hair.

“Briar. Don’t tell me this is about the cats—“

“Yes! It is! And what? I can’t be jealous now? I’m so jealous! It hurts, it stings!” He shook his head, his eyes filled with despair and longing, yet they never lost that little spark that told you he loved you so deeply.

You just stopped and stared, he slowly unpeeled himself, he did something you never thought he would try. He actually took control.

He was so heavy you swear you felt your mid section straining under his weight, the bed creaking under you in what you wish could say was pain.

His hands curled around your wrists as if they were nothing but dry twigs, his hold was tight enough for you to know there was no point in trying to escape, but gentle enough that it showed that he wasn’t going to hurt you, like he understood how frail your body really was.

His thumb caressed your pulse obsessively, rubbing small circular motions into your skin.

He started laughing, a deep, gentle reverberation in his chest as he looked down at you.

“I understand. I get it now.” He chuckled, leaning lower so that he was almost nose to nose with you, so close in proximity that you felt his warm breath tickling your lips.

“You’re feeling neglected! How could i have been so dense? So utterly dumb of me.. Blaming it on you, how could I ever do that?” He mumbled to himself more than you, his eyes searching your face as if he had finally seen light.

“You only went to those cats because I wasn’t giving my baby enough love!” he whispered in delight, like it was a great revelation for the world.

You didn’t bother correcting him, it wasn’t like he was going to listen to you anyways. 

He didn’t wait to smash his lips against yours, his tongue prying your mouth open and forcibly devouring you.

You just slightly unhinged your jaw, allowing him to just assault your mouth as if it was a normal happening on any other Monday morning.

You ignored the soft sounds coming from him, his hands letting go of your wrists, only to lock your head in place.

His calloused fingers brushed against your cheeks, planted carefully against your skin as he bit down on your soft lips.

Saliva escaped the corners of his mouth, he sucked on your tongue like a starved man, you thought for a moment that he was going to shove his tongue down your throat.

Okay, he was actually going to choke you. Your hand flew up and grasped the back of his head, yanking a handful of his vanilla chocolate swirl like hair.

He giggled as he pulled his head away, leaning back down to kiss the tip of your nose.

“Are you done?” Your eyebrow twitched with impatience.

“Nuh-uuuh~” he pinched your cheeks as if you were the most adorable thing ever, his ears slightly raising in joy at your small fits of anger.

“Just let me cuddle you for a while..” he turned you on your side suddenly, giving you a bit of whiplash from being manhandled like a sack of potatoes.

He tangled his limbs around yours, wrapping around you in a death hug. His face was warm and soft, cheek pressed next to yours firmly.

His thigh was strewn on top of your legs, completely binding your limbs from moving a little, his body was so heavy and soft that it was as if you were trying to move twenty heavy blankets from above you.

Your arms burned as you pushed him away, it was like pushing a wall, he didn’t budge at all. He looked as if he was getting a massage and not a shove.

You just gave up. Let yourself be drowned in muscle from this huge mass of man.

His hand gripped yours tightly, like if he would let go you would leave— Which you probably would do.

He snored quietly, his plump lips semi open. He looked like a princess in a way. Long blonde and brown eyelashes tickling the fragile skin of his under eye.

He really did fall asleep on you. And it wasn’t helping that the way he swaddled you in blankets and the pleasant weight of his body was slowly lulling you into a similar state.

When you least expected it you began to nod off, consciousness beginning to slip from your control.

Your head buried in his chest since there were no pillows nearby, his were the most comfortable replica close.

Briar cracked an eye open, he smiled down at you, threading through your head with the care of a giant petting a bunny.

He tried his best not to move, wanting to appreciate your sleepy state for a while longer. He never really thought much about your size difference..

He compared both your and his hand sizes, he noticed how the tips of your fingers just barely surpassed his palm.

You were so tiny and fragile,it was like if he breathed in your direction in the wrong way you would crumble like an old cookie.

He had to protect you, you were stubborn and grumpy, but he wouldn’t have it another way. He knew you were sweet and caring under there somewhere.

He cupped your face with his free hand, he couldn’t stop himself from just kissing you all over your face, leaving small saliva traces on your skin.

Your lips moved, the softest call of his name dropping from those sacred lips. Your eyebrows pinched together as if you were having an unpleasant dream.

He shushed you so gently, gently bouncing you in his arms like a mother calming down her child.

“Shh.. I know, I’m here. I won’t leave.” He mumbled, brushing your hair off your forehead, the movement making your body relax back into its normal state.

He would never leave. Even your subconscious knew you needed him just as much as he needed you.

His shirt began to feel damp, but he ignored the feeling as he rather lay his undivided attention to you. He would clean up the mess later

The both of you had pleasant dreams that day. Your ears heard the slightest pat of a tail wagging at your side as you snoozed peacefully.

This was a mix of TWO asks!!! I’ll probably make another one centered solely on Briar’s envy, thank you to the anon’s who requested these two ideas!! I love answering everyone’s asks even though I may suck at it 🩷

[candiyaa]

what would the upper ranks reaction to reader ignoring them after a fight ><

LOVEEE ITTT thanks for requesting, I didn't know if u mean to include Muzan or not but so I added him !! ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍒ɞ˚‧｡⋆

WHEN THEIR S/O IGNORES THEM AFTER A FIGHT

MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

Completely unfazed at first.

Genuinely couldn't care less, he believes his point was valid and that you're overreacting.

Stubborn +++

Although the hours are getting long and he won't admit it but he's getting bored without you.

Would intently stare at you from across the room hoping you'll catch on and come back to him.

Intense staring contest at that.

Lightly considered the idea of apologizing, then came back to his senses.

This word is not even in his vocabulary.

He would go back and forth silently in front of your room, monitoring checking on you in secret.

Well not that secret...cuz you can feel his tormented aura miles away.

It started to gnaw at him yet he couldn't break character and act all needy with you so he played it nonchalant : he went to go get your favs in a pretty basket (he might be a villain and manipulator but he does know and has studied well his s/o to their likes and dislikes) and came to give it to you. Yes with that "I just happened to find this stuff so now I'm giving it to you as an act of kindness" kinda vibe. He gently holds your hand as a little sign of affection, yet it's subtle. (HE JUST WANTED SOME CONTACT AFTER ALL THESE HOURS)

"It's okay to be wrong, you see. It's simply part of life, I presume."

"BUT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WAS WRONG-"

"Shhh, just eat now. So noisy..."

KOKUSHIBO

Just like Muzan, he was genuinely stubborn on the fact that his point was valid.

Gave you the silent treatment too.

Yet for certain reasons , he refused to leave your sides.

There was no talking. No nothing. Yet you could go in the kitchen to grab a drink, he'd be there too, doing his own thing. Leaving to go on the couch and relax in front of TV, there he is AGAIN, following you, reading a book in his fav armchair.

You even thought he was simply teasing you and trying to annoy you even more, and perhaps there was a bit of that too.

Yet it just genuinely felt so natural to be around you that he couldn't help it.

After some time, he'll just start staring at you, YES WITH THOSE SIX DAMN ETHEREAL EYES, NONSTOP. (no blinking either 😔..)

He wants to make you crack first because in his mind, he still doesn't see where is he at fault in all this.

He's more mature than Muzan tho and eventually starts to get tired of this little silent treatment game.

So, after some time ofc he's the first one to crack :

"Are you done being childish now ? I may have made a mistake, but then can we talk about it like grown adults ? I'm willing to apologize if you agree to have a talk about it."

DOMA

THAT DAMNN CRAZY AHH B

Laughs in your face.

Pushing your buttons to the very edge bc it amuses him.

Really having the best time of his life.

Though when you really get upset and give him the silent treatment, whole mood changes.

His facial expression changes, he's upset that you're upset.

And he's upset at himself for not understanding what really went wrong.

He leaves your side for some time.

Actually goes pondering and wonders if there's an emotion he didn't quite catch.

He eventually comes back, mask back on, boisterious personality back on and simply goes :

"Here, aren't these your favorite ? Ahh, it'd be such a shame if I had to eat them all by myself, don't you think ?"

Teases you with it. (Doma will forever stay Doma..)

You just know that it's his way of apologizing, so you simply accept and here you are, both on good terms again and eating sweets.

Although you did catch that tiny, genuine, reassured smiled even if it quickly disappeared as soon as you spotted it.

Creepy smile back on!!

AKAZA

He pauses.

Didn't actually mean to upset you.

Arguments are usually what he avoids yet this time it had to happen.

He spirals, wondering if his point was wrong or if he just didn't understand yours.

Deep pondering.

Completely against the idea of you giving him the silent treatment , if there's any misunderstanding, he wants to clear it as quickly as possible.

He's obviously the first to reach out, determined to have a talk with you.

Comes with your favs ofccc + flowers!!

"Hey, I think we both spoke in the heat of the moment and said things we didn't mean. I apologize if I upset you in any way, I just want to understand...Can we talk ?"

GYUTARO

Tries to play it cool and acts like it doesn't bother him whether you talk to him or not.

Pretends not to care.

“Tch…good, less naggin ig."

Internally panics.

Went to Daki for advices.

The silence really starts to get to him.

Will keep glancing your way then look away when your eyes lock.

When the silence gets too long, he starts to take it out on him, muttering to himself :

"Tch..well ofc they hate me now. They're all like that. Who wouldn't."

Hearing him say that, you came BOLTING, giving him the tightest hug EVERR.

Reassured him that none of it were true, but stayed firm on your point and talked abt what really upset you.

You both apologized for each other's behavior.

HANTENGU'S CLONES (minus zohakuten)

AIZETSU :

THE.END.OF.THE.WORLD

His s/o not talking to him = what is the meaning of life if my s/o is not in it ?

INSTANT CRAZY PANIC.

SO PANICKED HE EXPLODED, JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW, DID A BACKFLIP AND-

Okay more seriously now, he's super super extra scared.

So scared, you can't even stay mad at him seeing him eyeing you in a corner.

You're obviously the first one to crack and come to comfort him.

He did understand where he went wrong and apologized.

Pinky promise and everything's sorted out !

UROGI :

Instantly panics. He’s the most emotionally reactive of the clones and can't handle silence well. The moment you stop speaking to him, he paces around like a restless bird.

Tries to make you laugh by doing silly things.

Nudges you with his wing to make you react even a little.

Once you respond, even a little, he instantly lights up like he just won lottery.

He's CLINGY for hours afterward, afraid of making you upset again.

SEKIDO :

It started as a little argument yet things escalated pretty quickly and well he's not "Anger" for nothing..

He believes you overreacted and certainly will not apologize first

He mumbles in his corner angrily

Many hours after there he is STILL grumbling abt it again , (yk like moms when they keep talking when the argument is literaly supposed to be over 😭)

Gives you the silent treatment and thinks your reaction is childish

You had to come apologize first.

KARAKU :

Thought of it as a game at first.

Teased you and kept getting in your face.

Then started to catch on that you're really upset and will not talk to him until he apologizes.

Tries to make you laugh and succeed.

You did express what bothered you and he promised to do better in the future.

Here you are back on his lap, cuddling.

⋆˚✿˖° Heyy there I apologize for the delay but there it is !! I also apologize for the Hantengu's clones part I didn't have much imagination for that one lol Hope you guys liked it tho !! There might be grammar mistakes apologies once again... xoxo ⋆˚✿˖°

[kiame-sama]

How do you think the characters react to mc having their period in the monster au. Cause it would make sense for other monster species to have them as well, but it could end up being a "human" thing to them. Like how would the love interests and the staff react. I imagine Malleus panicking the moment he smells blood on his human.

(More lovely fan-art~ Credit to the wonderful @tinseltina for drawing up Mr. Handsome Leona)

Humans are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) 9.5

Something tells me y'all really want to know the answer to this.

Warnings; not proofread (my stuff rarely is, but this is hot off the press), menstrual cycle and all that comes with it (mood swings, blood, cramps, ect), female pronouned reader, not too big on plot but several moments for the fellas, the stressed Dragon is trying his best, use of Japanese words (Nii-san, nee-san, Oji-san), Dragon, Crow, Harpy, Shinigami, Nemean Lion, Gnoll, Shadow-men, Cervitaur, Genie, Unicorn, Cecaelia, Vampire Bat,

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It was officially your eighth day in Twisted Wonderland and it was finally time for Diasomnia to take a step back and allow the other dorms to guard you. According to the raffle, it was to be Ignihyde's turn next. Both Idia and Ortho had shown up to the early morning meeting, Ortho still somewhat asleep as he sat leaning up against Idia's arm.

The other Housewardens were present and they had even remembered to invite Malleus this time as there was no other way the Dragon would give up his Human. Both Shinigami were anxious for different yet similar reasons as they waited for the inevitable arrival of the Dragon. Only problem was that Malleus showed up without the Human.

"What is the meaning of this, Malleus? Where is she?"

Vil was first to voice his concerns, one of the few among the Housewardens who would willingly snap at the dour prince. Malleus simply stared at the Harpy even as he squawked and fluffed his feathers in irritation. Of course, they all wanted to hear whatever explanation the Dragon was going to give for this clear violation of the rules they had set regarding soft (Y/n).

"I don't recall ever agreeing to this nonsense of trading my hoard among others, but if you must know, (Y/n) is currently unwell and I have no intention to leave any member of my hoard while they are in such a state."

"Unwell? How is she unwell? She was fine yesterday, if a bit temperamental."

Crowley was displeased by Malleus' refusal to bring the Human they all felt increasing fondness for, but he was more displeased to hear she was ill in some way. In fact, the news unsettled everyone at the table, Idia and Ortho included. They were all keen to keep (Y/n) in high spirits especially with news that there would be several representatives from various countries making surprise visits to check on her well-being.

"She is bleeding but insists it is normal for Humans. The scent of blood alerted me to her state as she rose before the rest of us and I found her in her bathroom crying. She refuses to leave her bathroom until she is able to aquire 'pads' to catch the blood and commented something about 'tampons'. I know not what these 'pads' and 'tampons' are, but even Lilia insists it is something Humans do on a monthly basis and warned me to not push her on this matter."

"If that Mousey is bleeding," Leona growled, "then she must be injured in some way."

"That was my thinking, but Lilia said I was wrong and that he would explain it later before he insisted I attend this meeting instead."

"What exactly has Lilia told you about (Y/n)'s condition?"

~•§•~

"I hate everything and everyone."

You grumbled as you lay curled up on a towel in your bathtub, holding your bloated stomach as you whined loudly when another cramp gripped you. The dull throbbing ache in your back made you want to throw something if it meant the discomfort would end. Your arm had healed quickly- still somewhat mending, but now useable- only for your period to smack you while you were down.

Of course these useless monsters didn't have pads or tampons or Midol and now you relegated yourself to laying on a towel so you don't bleed all over the shared nest. If you could have things your way, you would have as many sanitary products as you wished and you would be laying on Silver's back as the Reindeer was so comfortingly warm. It only made you angrier to remember that there were no heating-pads in this forsaken land.

"(Y/n)?"

"Let me die."

"Please don't talk that way, (Y/n). None of us want you to die."

"Then why aren't there any heating-pads or pain-meds, Lilia? Sounds like you all want me to suffer and die."

"(Y/n)-"

"Leave me to suffer."

"(Y/n)-"

"Go away, Lilia!"

The Bat sighed and closed the door, letting you wallow and whine in pain. He had been around Humans enough to vaguely remember what was wrong, but it had been a long time since he last had to deal with such a situation. Lilia didn't exactly remember the how and the why of your condition, just that it was normal for Humans. No, if anyone knew what was happening, it was you and you were not keen to share your wisdom.

While you were wallowing in self-pity you felt your stomach begin to growl and you just started crying again. None of these moron monsters knew how to cook and you just wanted a nice breakfast to soothe your upset body even if for only a bit. Somewhere during your tears the door to the bathroom had opened again and a delicious smell met your nose.

Walking into the room was the man wreathed in shadows, he set a cloth bag down next to the tub where you lay and stood for a moment watching you. You somewhat recognized him as one of the staff members Crowley had introduced you to the first day- you think his name was Sam- and even in the daylight he looked like liquid darkness. Apparently he was the only one who had a store on campus and he was the one to go to for any and all needs.

"Breakfast is ready downstairs, little Imp."

With that he left the bathroom and closed the door behind him, leaving you to examine what he brought. Inside the bag was a note and several items you thought you would never see in this forsaken world. What looked to be reusable cloth pads took up a good portion of the bag, clearly the kind that could be buttoned and wrapped around undergarments to act like your world's traditional sticky pads. Further down were what seemed to be several small bottles filled with star-shaped pills in various purples, oranges, pinks, and yellows. What almost made you start crying again was the sweet and heartbreakingly beautiful appearance of chocolate fudge in a medium sized tin.

That first bit of fudge melted on your tongue and brought the sugary sweetness of chocolate to your senses. It was like a slice of heaven had fallen into your mouth and you could hardly believe it.

The pads were similar to the disposable ones you had back in your world but with a button clasp along the wing of the pad so it could be secured. You were quick to change your clothes with the extra Lilia had brought you, securing the pad to your underwear and sighing in relief once it all was in place. Though you would have to wash these pads after you switched them out, it was better than nothing.

The note was simple and short, but you couldn't be happier to read the almost elegant script.

'Hey, little Imp. Thought you would need these, though not so soon. Unlike most in Twisted Wonderland, Shadow-folk and Humans were the few species where the child-bearing members have these bleeding cycles. My friends on the other side figured you would want some chocolate. The bottles have some bloating and pain medicine that should help. Only take one of each color twice a day. Chocolate isn't too common, but I think now is as good a time as any to share.

- Sam'

You could have cried it was so beautiful. To think there was someone here who wasn't completely oblivious to your suffering was soothing in ways you hadn't expected. If anything, Sam was now in the top spot for your favorite of the staff members, the others be damned.

As you finally got the chance to clean yourself up and wear clean clothes, you were now ready to emerge from the bathroom you spent most of the morning in. The warm smell of food brought you down to the kitchen and you saw a beautiful sight. Standing near what looked like an entire breakfast feast was Sam, he seemed to be guarding the food from the group that stood eyeing him suspiciously. Ruggie, your guards- minus Malleus- and Grim all stared at the shadow man who refused to let any near the copious amounts of food.

"Morning, little Imp! Figured you would want some breakfast given the morning you've had. Have as much as you like before I let these beasts eat the rest."

Sitting in large bowls and stacked on plates were an assortment of eggs, some kind of sweet smelling breakfast meat- as sausages weren't prevalent in Twisted Wonderland- pan-seared onions and peppers, even pancakes stacked high. It was a veritable feast for the eyes and stomach, the best part being the fact you didn't even have to make it.

"... You're my favorite, did you know that?"

"You honor me, little Imp. I know my sisters and mother would be sending me shadow curses if I didn't at least lend a hand during your time of struggle. Eat up."

You did exactly that as you gathered up a generous portion for yourself and settled at the small table in the kitchen to dig in. Once Sam saw you were happily eating your fair share, he grabbed his own plate before he moved to let the others descend on the food. Lilia was quick to join you and Sam at the small table, not at all put off by your earlier attitude towards him.

"So, Sam, do you know what's going on with (Y/n)?"

"Of course. We shadow people go through a similar process- I should say the ladies and child-bearers of the Shadow people know- I personally don't, but you can bet your ass my meemaw would whoop me something fierce if she found out I left this Human to endure alone when I could have helped."

"Guess there is no need for Malleus to be so distraught then."

You ignored the conversation and simply ate your meal, thrilled someone else knew how to cook a damn fine breakfast. Sebek, Silver, Ruggie, and Grim were content to eat at the kitchen counters instead of the small table, talking quietly to one another. Well, Ruggie and Grim were shoveling food down their gullets, Sebek and Silver were the ones talking.

It was during this conversation that you heard many footsteps thundering down the halls of your dorm to the kitchen. You gripped the fork in your hand tightly and the moment someone grabbed you was the moment you swung the fork to stab whoever dared to touch you. They were quick to let go and narrowly avoided your utensil as they backed off and you saw it was the Headmage.

"(Y/n), my poor little chick! Where are you bleeding-?"

"None of your business!"

Your voice was an angry grumble as you guarded the plate in front of you, putting an arm around it and glaring at the feathered man. He seemed confused before he looked over at Sam who had continued to eat calmly.

"Ah, I should have known you would already be on top of it, Sam. Shadow folk and Humans were two sides of a very similar coin, after all."

"Headmage, why did you bring all these students into her kitchen?"

You looked around and you saw many familiar faces as well as a few unfamiliar faces. Malleus, Vil, Ortho, Azul, Leona, and Riddle were of the familiar. Of the unfamiliar were two men of vastly different appearances. One had white hair and tanned skin, almost seeming to be shining from the inside with a bright gold. The other looked like an older, non-mechanical Ortho with extreme anxiety at even being perceived.

"Mr. Draconia informed us that (Y/n) was unwell and I couldn't keep them from coming with me to check on her-"

"Well, you all are done checking, now go away. I want to eat my breakfast in peace."

"(Y/n)-"

"No! I have had little to no personal space since the moment I fell into this madhouse of a campus and it shouldn't take me having my period to get some! If you all are really that concerned, I have a whole list of things I could only benefit from and you all are welcome to start gathering."

"... Would that make you happy?"

"It would be a start!"

It seemed all of your uninvited guests were uncomfortable as they looked at one another before the shining golden one nodded excitedly. Out of everyone, he seemed the most oblivious to your annoyance and instead seemed happy to be given something to do.

"Sure! What's on the list? I can get stuff for you! Say the word and Jamil and I are on it!"

"See? This is a model Housewarden right here. Doesn't push his own agenda, doesn't demand more information, just says 'okay' and does what is asked of him."

Vil seemed the most offended by this, but kept his thoughts to himself and instead just glared at the happy shining man. Malleus was also clearly displeased by your less than favorable attitude, moving to stand near Lilia as if that would curb your anger at the situation. Ortho seemed to be of the same mind as the first odd-ball and looked ready to run off for whatever you requested.

"Don't forget your medicine, (Y/n)."

Sam prompted gently, continuing his meal as if nothing were amis. Naturally, you had mostly forgotten the bottles of oddly colored stars in your frustration and only now remembered they were present. His note said one of each color twice a day, so you figured it was a morning and night kind of medication.

The stars were actually somewhat cute and you felt a vague temptation to sit and sort the stars by color, but your ever present cramps demanded you take them instead. They actually tasted sweet and must have had a sugar coating of some kind as they went down easily enough. Perhaps it was psychosomatic, but it felt like they were helping the moment you swallowed the odd shapes and felt far less irate even with the herd of others in your home.

"Nee-san, can I have that list you mentioned? You can send it to me via-text so Nii-san and I can get started on gathering things for you!"

"Nee-san?"

"Oh! Are we not close enough yet for me to call you that? Sorry! I just want to be your friend so much I keep forgetting we just met. Oji-san wants to meet you too since he hasn't been able to meet a living Human for a long time and he misses Humans. Would it be okay if he came over?"

It was then the one that looked like an older version of Ortho spoke, resting his hand on Ortho's shoulder.

"Ortho, stop. I get you wanna be her friend but it is so cringe to just invite people over to someone else's place when they aren't feeling well."

"Oh, I'm sorry! I just want everything to work out and Oji-san Hades has been texting non-stop about meeting (Y/n)..."

"We can talk about that later. Okay?"

You raised a single brow at the two- who you assumed to be brothers- as they had their back and forth banter. Somewhere you figured all the Housewardens in your dorm were there to help, but you were still annoyed they came over uninvited. Maybe they could be of use if you split up that growing list of yours and put the clearly eager men to work.

"If I give you all the list will you go away?"

"No," Malleus said, crossing his arms, "I must protect my hoard and if a member of my hoard is unwell, then I shall stand guard until they are well again."

"Fine. You can stay, but I just want a quiet day today. I don't have classes and I just want to sleep."

"You are always welcome to the nest."

"Wasn't asking permission, but thanks, I guess. I also want Silver to be in the nest because he's warm and it feels nice to have heat on my stomach."

"Silver has clases today, but I am free for the day. I can use my magic to warm your stomach so you can rest easy."

"Fine, but if you burn me I'm kicking you out of my dorm permanently."

[rottenpumpkin13]

oooh any more sephiroth forgets he's human and does unnerving stuff headcanons?

More Concerning Things Sephiroth Does That Makes Genesis Want To Spray Him With Holy Water

• Silent Footsteps: When he's not wearing the clink clank shoulder pauldrons, he moves completely without sound. No footsteps. No rustling fabric. Not even a shift in the air. It's like he was designed for perfect assassination, which, frankly, he probably was. He doesn't even do it on purpose. Angeal nearly decks him on a daily basis because he just appears. No warning, no footsteps, no sound—just bam, Sephiroth is behind him. Zack has suggested, begged, pleaded for him to wear a bell. Sephiroth says that would be undignified. Zack is going to die from stress before he hits 25.

• Doesn't Blink Enough: Sephiroth's attention is razor-sharp and when he focuses on something, it's like the rest of his body forgets to function. This includes blinking. Genesis once recounted some gossip while Sephiroth listened intently—so intently, in fact, that he didn't blink for the entire seven minutes. Genesis immediately made Sephiroth recite a few prayers, just for good measure.

• Forgets to Breathe: This one is more subtle, but just as disturbing. When he's focused, there are times Sephiroth forgets he needs oxygen like a normal person. Lazard has had to pause meetings to point out that he has been sitting perfectly still, hyper-focused, and utterly not breathing for an uncomfortable amount of time. Sephiroth will then take in a deep, loud breath like he's an alien experiencing oxygen for the first time, and continue as if nothing happened.

• Regulates His Body Temperature Too Well: Sephiroth does not get cold. Or hot. Ever. It's like his body just decides what temperature it wants to be, regardless of the environment. Everyone else will be shivering in the freezing cold, or boiling under the sweltering sun, and Sephiroth will be standing there, arms crossed, visibly relaxed.

• Unnatural Reflexes: Everyone knows Sephiroth is fast, but it's worse when it's casual. If something falls, he catches it. If someone trips, he snatches them upright before they hit the ground. If Zack throws a ball at his face as a joke, Sephiroth will catch it without looking. Once, during a casual conversation in the break room, Zack accidentally knocked a full cup of coffee off the table. Before anyone could react, Sephiroth just plucked it out of the air mid-fall, barely glancing up from his book, and set it back down like it was nothing. Zack got on his knees and bowed to him.

[rainbowpunki]

👋 hello! This is my new account, I'm Freddy, AKA tontoemojis / animatronicthing / animatronicfreak on Discord. I just wanted to address all that has happened in the past month! Apologies if my english isn't good or my explanations aren't the best, I just wanted to share my thoughts & my side of the story now that I am in a better place to talk. First of all, I assume my private DMs have already been leaked, so I will leak some from my side too! Just to include proof, of course. Second, this will be a long long long post, careful!

I will go through all the points of the list of "things Freddy has done".

First point. If we remember, I am schizophrenic, this can lead into me having big delusions such as me believing I am a god, god of my own world. Now, I never forced anyone into treating me like a god / referring to me as a god! I believed Iggy & me had a dynamic of god / servant, but I never truly believed he was my literal servant, just a dynamic. & !!! my poor poor victim was calling me a god every time he could, drawing me as the god of the sun & practically worshiping me, as he said various times. I never forced this onto Iggy nor did I ever get upset if he didn't "worship" me because I didn't need anyone to worship me, as I had said before, "I was not the type of god that would like people worshiping me".

Second point. For this I have to remark that we are both 16yo teenagers, I would get it if I was like 5 years older than him, then the whole thing would be different, but we are less than 20 days apart. I can see how the dynamic of deity & worshiper can be unhealthy if handled wrong, or done by mentally ill minors (like us). I understand the mistake here & I am sorry for that.

Iggy seemed to really like our dynamic from what he told me almost every week though, so I thought I had green light to keep our dynamic goint.

Third point. Not true! We were in an old server called Bangerville that has now since been deleted, so I don't have any solid proof to this other than my words. I do have proof of our old conversation with Iggy's old account though. CW for sexual stuff ⬇. In this server, Iggy was showing off his new OC named Julius & I really liked him, I drew him & from what I remember; Iggy told the people to DM him if they wanted to know more facts about him, & I DMed him, & Iggy started with the NSFW, not me!

Partially not true. I did draw porn of Iggy & me, yes, but it was all with consent, while that doesn't make it less weird in your eyes, it was with consent. + Iggy really liked it from what he constantly told me everytime I drew him, with & without sexual intent.

Fifth. I couldn't find any proof that I ever said "I will hurt myself if you are not with me / leave me" in our DMs, so I will guess this is also false. I probably did imply in some of our conversations that I relied on Iggy for emotional support (because that is what partners do???? Help each other out & be there for emotional support?????), but not completely.

Sixth, while in the list it says "detailed bulge" K9 accused me of drawing my brother's Roblox avatar with an erection, an erection. The drawing & the references are here:

if you tell me THAT is an erection then you haven't seen a man in underwear or a bodybuilder in your life. Because that is not a fucking erection & y'all are acting crazy! It could be seen as a detailed bulge, yes, but I have said before to K9, I just copied the image. You guys are overreacting & acting as if I drew porn of my literal brother.

In the group chat K9 & the others made with me, they just told me how it seemed I was fetishizing fat people by drawing my fat OC in just sexual light (which is simply not true). They didn't tell me how they really felt about my OC.

This is the character we are talking about. His name is Bonnie & I've had him since 6th grade. He is a monster that uses his human appearance to lure men & then eat them alive. His nature is being an asshole, basically.

A) I genuinely cannot see how he is a "black caricature", I would like to hear how he is stereotypical / a caricature, because I simply cannot see it. B) Why can't my fat character be sexualized? Are fat people not allowed to be sexual just as much as skinny people? is it because I'm bodily skinny? & if that is the case, why can't skinny people have fat sexualized OCs? I don't get it. Also, the sexualization in question was me drawing Bonnie topless (apparently big tits are sexual now!) & that last drawing of him mentioning a vibrator, that was all the "sexualization" they are talking about.

again, the sexualized pieces were Bonnie topless & the drawing of him mentioning a vibrator. Yes, I should have put a higher age limit to my server due to various reasons other than these, that is very true & I appreciated that K9 & the others brought it up to me. I didn't appreciate that they raided my whole server while I was asleep, though.

While I apologized for this already, it got included in the list & I don't know why. But again, I apologize for it once more, I spoke over minorities & I understand my mistake.

ouch! I mean... I have narcissistic traits, which means I have a harder time taking criticism, I often think people are attacking me whenever they criticize me, & that's on me & me only, they are right. I will be better next time.

This is just false, like, blatantly false. I couldn't find a single message of me defending proshippers to Iggy in our DMs, nor do I remember ever doing that. This actually surprised me because when a proshipper joined my server I was the 1st one to go running to Iggy's DMs screaming "THEY'RE A PROSHIPPER!!!".

when all of this went down, I was in a bad mental state & Iggy knew this. When I get overwhelmed (& I did get overwhelmed in the situation) it is hard for me to understand some things. I don't see how having somebody else to explain the situation to me in a more simple way is bad. I felt attacked, true. & if you count saying "I love you" to someone as praising them, then yeah, I was constantly being "praised" by Iggy while this situation went down, but I promise you I would've lived without all of those "I love you"s.

Begging? begging. Also the people were asking for an Iggy appreciation channel, not a channel just for Iggy. Also also I would love to hear which other horrible behaviors I had because of my NPD!

I don't know if Iggy liked those jokes genuinely, or if when he said stuff like "LIKE DUDE WHEN YOU WERE CALLING ME A LAZY ASS I WAS LITERALLY LIKE (emoji of yellow guy in a puddle)" he was lying to me, but I guess he did lie. I would have never ever called him any of that if I knew he didn't like it, I went on with it because I thought he was genuinely comfortable with those jokes made about him because he told me that everytime I made a joke like that & thought he was mad at me, he was just "turned on" (his words, not mine).

I did ask him to be my "caregiver", yes, but in this situation I saw being a caregiver as being a normal partner; helping each other out when needed, understanding each other's needs & know how to fulfill them. I did tell Iggy whenever I felt bad & wanted to relapse, & I guess that's on me for thinking my partner could help me deal with hard thoughts I had regularly, because you know, partners are there to help each other out.

& what about you K9? do you not have a channel made just to shit talk the people in your server, where your staff has told repeatedly other people to "jump" or harm themselves? I've seen it, I've been staff in your server for a while, you know. That's all the list, sorry I couldn't add any more images; I reached the limit. They've also told the people how I "used Iggy sexually". Which just hurts me deep in my soul, because I loved him with my whole heart, & hearing how he tells everyone that I "used" him just shows me how he never really saw everything I did for him. I drew him almost everyday, I made him gifts, I helped him whenever he felt he was going to relapse, I gave him my money so he could pay his medicines, I WAS PLANNING TO GO TO SWEDEN JUST TO SEE HIM. It is true he sent me sexual content, but I sent him the same sexual content he sent me. I thought we were in an equal relationship, but I guess we weren't & he never told me anything he was thinking. I've done things wrong, yes, but I didn't deserve my private things to be thrown to the world like this. I don't hope bad things happen to neither Iggy or K9 & the server, I just hope the universe gives you what you deserve.

[evilyodastwistedworldofevilness]

So you guys ever heard of Will Wood? Yeah me neither.

It was a whole new sound and now it's in Lego form! I finally made another Lego Will Wood set after a year and 5 days! This probably took like a few weeks to make however i am a professional procrastinator so whoops!

More photos and a whole lot of text under the funny line!

Wow look at those guys go! I had a lot of fun designing this though unfortunately i don't really think this set could exist in the real world without some real major changes like most of these parts just straight up exist (no brick modified 1x2 with masonry profile in very light gray!?! what ever shall we do!?) however Studio 2.0 does a button that converts most of the non-existent pieces into real pieces

and it allows you to see how much the set would cost and let me tell you this thing would cost a pretty penny at $1095 dollars and 74 cents. Yowzers that's def a lot of money. My guess is that the minifigures are mostly responsible the huge price. (41 dollars for some olive green pants with black boots!?) Also the fact this set is made up with about 2987 pieces. That also might be partly why.

Anyway here's some more stuff

You can see the top two images as tiny photos in the Better than the Alternative room. Originally the third image would also be included but I thought that one brick with the screaming old man was really funny so Normal Will got left behind. Originally the therapy scene from the Love Me Normally music video would've been part of the main build but I couldn't really find a good spot to put it in so it was scrapped.

i dont remember why Memento Mori Will is sideways. I know it was an intentional choice.

I could only find one version of the night mic logo so I decided to recreate it but really quickly i decided to put my own spin on it instead of trying to make an accurate version. Since it's Lego and stuff I tried censoring it a bit but y'know uhhhh

yeah

I also had the idea to include the documentary crew from the Real Will Wood movie but I had the idea like realllyyyy late so I didn't really have a spot for them so I just opted to include Chris Dunne on the Love me normally section

actually typing this out i probably could've included them in like the hallway on the first floor but oh well

okay heres the characters okay im too lazy to write anymore ok buh byeeee

next post will have some wip photos n stufffffff ok weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[fatliberation]

Sorry for leaving this in your inbox, but I need to vent and ask for advice in a place where people won't mock me. What do you do when sex is super difficult because of your fat? I've recently gotten into my first relationship and. I thought I had a handle on my internalized fatphobia and self hate but this has made it worse than ever. We can't have satisfying penetrative sex (we've tried all the tips and workarounds. Nothing works. I'm larger than most of the FA community.), and recieving oral sex is also difficult for me. I also get tired and sweaty extremely quickly if I have to like hold up myself on mostly my arms or something, so he has to do most of the work. So sex is just. Mostly the one that works on repeat, and we don't have it very often because it isn't that fun for either of us, and it also makes me cry afterwards sometimes because of how disappointing it is & me beating myself up over it.

I'm genuinely worried my boyfriend is going to leave me for this. He's clearly very frustrated with the situation, even though he tries to be nice about it most of the time. Earlier today I tried to like be flirty and hint at stuff and he just. got a bit sad. and then said that clearly neither of us enjoy the sex we're having and that he has a lot of trouble staying hard.and that he doesn't see the point when we're both forcing it for no reason. I think he's going to break up with me soon. His ex is way lighter than me, so he's probably comparing the normal sex he had with her with whatever the fuck this abnormal shitshow is :/

All the work I've done on myself to be happy with being fat (including working up the courage to date, what a mistake that was lmao) is all gone. This has ruined my self-esteem so much. I feel like one of those fatphobic jokes but a person.

first and foremost, please try your best to remember this: your body is not the problem. one more time. your body is not the problem. I'm so very sorry you're concerned that your boyfriend would leave you over this. it sounds like he has a lot of preconceived ideas about how sex is supposed to go. I promise you that it doesn't have to be this way. if this is something that could really end the relationship, know that this person is not compatible or open to exploring your needs, rather than your needs being "too difficult." I promise it's him, not you. I know folks who are 600+ pounds who have excellent sex lives and partners who satisfy them and enjoy satisfying them. when someone starts treating your pleasure like a chore, that's just shitty. I know how much it hurts. it also does damage to your own openness to pleasure. when you're caught up in feeling like sex/your body is something that needs to be "fixed," nothing is going to feel sexy, because all that pressure puts stress on and takes you out of the mental state where you're able to experience pleasure. does that make sense? so many couples get stuck in this cycle.

there are so many ways to engage in pleasure without penetration or orgasm. there's a lot that goes into foreplay, setting a mood, making your partner feel appreciated and attractive. words and touch play a huge part in this. something as simple as exploring each other's bodies, not with the intention of reaching climax, but simply to be vulnerable and engage each others' senses. have your partner give you a massage. play with your hair. tickle your back with a feather. shower together. kiss you. compliment you. if either of you are into any kinks or dirty talk, that could be a great way to engage each other sexually without the pressure of "achieving" a goal. the goal here is just to feel good, close, and connected. societal messaging about sex has placed so much importance on orgasm instead of pleasure - when taking the time and space to relax and receive attention, is key.

feel free to check out my other posts on fat sex ed, there's lots of assistive toys that can make pleasure more accessible, but I think that should be a tool for later, since the biggest issue here is the pressure to perform. know that pleasurable sex can exist for you! but for now, I would recommend taking a break from sex altogether since it is not pleasurable for you right now. because pleasure is the whole point. forcing it is only going to feel worse. you do not owe it to your boyfriend, especially if it doesn't feel good and is taking an emotional toll. I hope you both are able to take a step back, reassess and communicate, and are able to reconnect and create a safe space to explore.

I understand why you're beating yourself up over this, I've been there too. but also know that it's just another societal standard that's been internalized (and it doesn't sound like your boyfriend is helping). like you said, you've done a lot to unlearn fatphobia. there's a lot of internalized beliefs we absorb from society surrounding sex, just like body image. I promise that there is nothing wrong with you. If your boyfriend takes his frustration out on you instead of making you feel safe to express your needs, then he's not a supportive partner. you deserve someone who takes delight in your pleasure and your body. believe me, we're out there.

[yvesssssssss]

HIIII !!! i have a request for natsuki with a reader gf who’s kinda blunt but sooo in love with him (he loves her too) but many guys on jcc campus try to hit on her but she only has eyes for her dear weapon maker bf

Hiii!!! I love this idea, and I had so much fun writing it! A blunt but totally devoted girlfriend who only cares about Natsuki while the JCC guys keep trying? It’s such a perfect dynamic! I made sure to include plenty of fluff and some jealousy. Hope you enjoy the story! !

The JCC campus was full of idiots.

Every day, it was the same thing—guys hitting on you left and right, acting like they stood a chance. Whether it was in the hallways, the cafeteria, the training grounds, or even during class, someone was always trying to get your attention.

It was exhausting.

“Yo, Y/N!” Some random guy from your combat class jogged up to you as you made your way toward the weapons lab. “How about a friendly spar later?”

“No.”

He blinked at your bluntness, then chuckled. “No need to be so cold. Come on, I’ll go easy on you.”

You turned to him with a deadpan expression. “And I’ll break your arm.”

His smile twitched. “Hah… You’re joking, right?”

You weren’t.

Without waiting for his response, you continued walking. You’d barely made it another ten steps before another voice called out to you.

“Y/N! You free tonight? My friends and I are going out. You should come.”

“No, I shouldn’t.”

He laughed, mistaking your disinterest for playfulness. “Come on, it’ll be fun! I’ll even buy you dinner.”

You didn’t even slow your pace. “I can buy my own food.”

“Playing hard to get, huh?”

You stopped, turned to him, and fixed him with a blank stare. “No. I’m just not interested.”

His grin faltered. Before he could try again, you walked away, sighing.

It wasn’t that you disliked people, but you had zero patience for guys who wouldn’t take a hint. It didn’t matter how many of them tried—your heart was already taken.

By Natsuki Seba.

And you had no intention of looking at anyone else.

|The Weapons Lab|

As expected, you found Natsuki in the weapons lab, surrounded by blueprints, tools, and half-finished prototypes. He was completely absorbed in his work, adjusting a sniper rifle with practiced ease. A streak of oil smudged his cheek

You leaned against the table, arms crossed. “Busy?”

He didn’t look up at first. “Mhm, just a sec—” Then, when your words actually registered, his head snapped up. “Oh, Y/N, Didn’t hear you come in.”

“Obviously.” You glanced at his project. “Another new gun?”

“More like an upgrade. This baby’s gonna have double the accuracy and half the recoil.” He grinned, clearly excited.

You tilted your head. “That’s great. But wouldn’t you have noticed me sooner if you weren’t overworking yourself?”

He blinked, then rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh… maybe.”

You sighed. “Take a break.”

He chuckled. “Bossy today, huh?”

“I’m always like this.”

“True.” He put down his tools and stretched. “So, what’s up?”

You shrugged. “Had to reject three more guys on my way here.”

His hands froze mid-stretch. “Again?”

“Obviously.”

His lips pressed together. “...Do they not get tired of trying?”

“Apparently not.” You crossed your arms. “It’s annoying, but I don’t care. I only have eyes for you.”

Silence.

Then—

“Damn, Y/N.” He groaned, running a hand through his hair as his ears turned red. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

“I can,” you said matter-of-factly. “Because it’s the truth.”

Natsuki muttered something under his breath, looking away. You caught the words too cute before he sighed and stood up, stepping closer to you.

“Still, it’s crazy,” he said, shaking his head. “So many guys want your attention, and you’re just…” His gaze softened. “Only looking at me.”

“I thought that was obvious?”

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah. But it still drives me crazy.”

You reached out and wiped the oil off his cheek with your thumb. “I’m all yours, Natsuki.”

His grin widened, and before you could react, he tugged you forward, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “And I’m all yours too.”

The next day, you were sitting outside, minding your own business, when yet another JCC guy decided to try his luck.

“Hey, Y/N, got a minute?”

You exhaled slowly. “Unfortunately.”

He smirked, taking that as an invitation to sit beside you. “I’ve been meaning to ask—why don’t you give any of us a chance?”

You glanced at him. “Because I have a boyfriend.”

He blinked, surprised. “Wait, really? Who?”

“Me.”

Both of you turned to see Natsuki Seba standing a few feet away, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

The guy chuckled awkwardly. “Oh, uh… hey, Seba. Didn’t know she was taken.”

“Well, she is.” Natsuki crossed his arms, his usual carefree tone gone. “So unless you want to be the test subject for my newest weapon, I’d walk away.”

You smirked. Damn, he’s hot when he’s pissed.

The guy paled. “R-right. My bad.” And just like that, he bolted.

You turned to Natsuki, amused. “Didn’t know you got jealous.”

He huffed, plopping down beside you. “I don’t. I just don’t like people bothering you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So if I started flirting with someone else, you wouldn’t care?”

His expression darkened immediately. “Y/N.”

You laughed. “Relax, I’d never do that.” You leaned in close, lips ghosting his ear. “Because, like I said—I only have eyes for you.”

Natsuki groaned. “You’re gonna kill me one day.”

You smiled. “Yeah. But you’d die happy.”

He sighed, but the corner of his lips twitched up. “Damn right I would.”

And with that, he pulled you in for a kiss, uncaring of who saw.

After all, you were his.

And he was yours.

[sleepingdeath-light]

reacting to his human s/o biting him because of cuteness aggression hcs ; ibuki

requested by ; anonymous (19/06/23)

fandom(s) ; beastars

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; ibuki

outline ; “Can you write for Shishigumi lions. (Ibuki for sure you can choose the rest), their reaction to a human S/O (gender doesn't matter) biting them ? Cute aggression is a human instinct all.”

note ; likely quite shaky characterisation as i’ve never written for ibuki or for beastars in general before. may come back to this in the future to rework some stuff ^^

warning(s) ; brief bit of suggestive content, but mostly fluff!

even if ibuki is made aware of the phenomenon of cuteness aggression and the many forms that it can take in humans well in advance of meeting you, and even if you mention it to him yourself early on in your courtship, it’s certainly not going to be the first thing that comes to mind when you bite him

because cuteness aggression is a distinctly human experience and ibuki is distinctly not a human, he’s a lion whose mind is instinctually trained to associate being bitten by his mate with something much more primal and much less innocent in intention than what you had in mind

of course this particular mistake only happens once (that, obviously, being the first time you ever took out your cuteness aggression on him earlier on in your relationship), and after you two have sat down and properly worked through that little miscommunication, and thoroughly negotiated boundaries regarding physical displays of affection, the only reactions you’ll get out of him when your cuteness aggression gets the best of you are small, brief, and quiet (quite the far cry from how he acted at first!)

if his mind is elsewhere at the time (e.g. finishing up some work for louis in your shared room at the mansion) when you suddenly grab his free hand and sink your teeth into the side of it, then you’re likely to only get a small smile and maybe a brief greeting from ibuki without him ever completely shifting his focus away from whatever he’s doing while you cling to him

if your cuteness aggression takes hold when you already have his full attention then he’s going to give you a bit more acknowledgement — it’s not over the top or particularly sappy, but he will comment on what you’re doing and ask if you’re having fun, and he will let you keep his hand in your grip for as long as possible until either you let go on your own or until he really needs that hand back for one reason or another

(he may be a ruthless hunter and a skilled member of the shushigumi lions, but as your mate he tends to be much softer with you and much more likely to indulge you with whatever it is you want in the moment… even if what you want happens to be his hand)

once louis becomes the head of the gang, he’s much more comfortable with being affectionate with you outside of the boundaries of your shared bedroom, including giving you his hand to bite when the urge to do so overcomes you — but before then, under the rule of the previous boss, any and all forms of affection were to be kept private (as well as knowledge of your relationship itself… being soft and gentle with one’s spouse isn’t particularly conducive with the intimidating aura the old boss wanted his underlings to present, after all)

he’s also going to be much more receptive to this form of affection than the other shishigumi members may be… and also less likely to reciprocate the gesture by biting you in return as he’s keenly aware of how dangerous his instincts are and how much damage he could do to you if he lost control for even a few seconds (others may take the chance, and he himself has been tempted a few times, but he’s too aware of the potential risks to test fate with you… yes even if you ask him nicely. he’ll indulge virtually any other ask of yours, just not the ones that will put you in danger, like this one)

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

born to die - m. murdock

a/n: IM NOT DEAD i am very busy with finals but this has been rattling around the old noggin for a while now. i took a lot of inspiration from @ellephlox 's fic strawberry rhubarb which i 100% reccomend bc its better than most fics including this one! hope you enjoy! as always reblogs and comments are always appreciated! <3 warnings: oh boy. torture (cutting, burning) some sexually suggestive talk (nothing happens but it's not consensual) readers dad abused her, nightmares, lots of major character death (but not permeant) ANGST!!! but with a happy ending! kidnapping, medical stuff, cursing, and if i missed anything, let me know! word count: 4.8k summary: as matt murdock's wife, your life is rather full of surprises. getting kidnapped by wilson fisk takes the cake as the worst one. pairing: matt murdock x wife!reader now playing: born to die - lana del rey "choose your last words, this is the last time/'cause you and i, we were born to die"

You would think after patching him up too many times to count, five years without him, and countless sleepless nights worrying if he was alive, you would think you’d be used to Matt Murdock and his world of surprises.

And then you get kidnapped, so maybe you’re not so immune to surprises.

It’s really such a shame too, because you’re storming out of the apartment, too angry to take notice of your surroundings.

Silly, foolish, ditzy you.

Because it isn’t like Matt hasn’t told you time and time again that you need to be careful, especially when you go out alone at night. But he’s so angry that he doesn’t even think about the potential dangers of Hell’s Kitchen at three a.m. when Daredevil has been tucked away for the night and Matt Murdock comes back out to play.

He’s been taking more and more patrols because with Fisk being out of prison he can’t help but be constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.

How silly he was to think that maybe he could have it all—A successful law firm, good friends and a loving wife.

Silly, foolish, ditzy Matt.

But after a week of nonstop patrols, you’re both fed up and tired, and above all, you’re yearning for each other. Neither of you allow yourselves to be totally happy all the time. It would just make everything too easy.

So, after yelling at each other over, what? Patrols? Cases? Burnt dinners? You’re freezing on the streets, and you get about five blocks before you stop and rub your eyes.

This is dumb, you rationalize. Of course, you’re both stressed out and tired, but you’ve gotten through rougher times before, and you both made an oath. To each other, in front of his God, to love each other no matter what.

You realize you left your wedding ring on the table, the ghost of the metal around your finger haunting you. You were dumb for leaving and Matt was dumb for telling you to go. You’re made for each other.

You turn around to go back to your shared apartment, and then, someone grabs you from behind. Your first instinct is to yell for your husband, but you don’t get the chance to before you’re knocked out, by what you can only guess to be a gun or maybe a large fist.

• • •

You wake up in this dingy room, the lighting not suitable for much of anything except to make you afraid. The set up is almost comical and in a fucked up away, stereotypical for a kidnapping. You’re tied up to a chair, and the lights shine only bright enough so you can see shadows and rats scurrying along.

The air is this weird musk of salt and earth, and you realize you’re near the docks, and that’s about all you know about your current location.

Your head is still pounding from whatever it was you were hit with, but you can see another chair a few feet from you and a wooden table with various weapons laying on it. You don’t feel good about this one. Also on the table is an old school record player. You have no idea what the intention is with it.

You try to keep your cool, knowing that wherever you wander, your husband will not be very far off. That whatever is happening, he will be coming to find you no matter how upset he is for whatever it was you were fighting about earlier.

And then, out of the shadows, there he is. 

But he’s too big to be Matt, and he has a man standing next to him.

Frank, maybe?

And then you realize who this man is.

He’s Wilson Fisk, the kingpin who has done nothing but torture and kill people, shoving it in Matt’s face for years. Matt only met you after Fisk was put back in prison, and you know at some point in the five-year blip without Matt, he had escaped prison.

So, this is the first time you’ve had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Fisk. When he meets your eye, you do nothing but stare.

“Good evening, Mrs. Murdock. It’s a shame we must meet under these circumstances.” He tells you, taking a seat in front of you. His henchman stands behind the chair.

“It’s regretful to say the least.” You tell him, not intending to make any more of an enemy out of him than Matt already has, not right now.

“I wanted to congratulate you on your wedding. I remember my own, it was a rather special day.”

You know that was the day Matt took him down. The night that he, Karen and Foggy took him down.

“I’ve heard stories. It seemed like a lovely day.”

“You’re a much more gracious guest than your counterpart.”

“Well, I’m sure people say similar things about you and yours.”

He seems to consider this for a moment before nodding.

“You’re probably right about that, Mrs. Murdock. I wanted to tell you I’m terribly sorry these are the circumstances in which we are finally introduced. But it seems Mr. Murdock has been interested in finding out more about my endeavors. And you see, we simply cannot have that. I made a promise not to hurt Miss Page or Mr. Nelson but it seems you were not included in that deal.” Of course not, it had been a long time before you showed up. “So, you’re how we’re going to send Mr. Murdock a message.”

Huh.

So, this is how you die.

Well, you might as well go out with a bang.

“You see, Mrs. Murdock, When I was a boy—”

“I’m going to stop you, Mr. Fisk, because your sob story is rather dull. I know who you are. You were beaten by your father, just like I was. The difference is that I don’t use that as an excuse to murder my way to the top of the food chain. And you can torture me, assault me, whatever you feel you need to do. But if you think for a second that I’ll forget who’s coming to stop you, you are sorely mistaken. And if you think he’ll ever stop trying to find me, you do not know my husband very well.”

Fisk stares at you for a while, his gaze hardening into a glare.

“You’re right. You do know who I am. Because we’re rather similar.” He stands up and nods to the man nearby. “If Murdock can hear her far from here, make sure he hears her screaming.”

Then Wilson Fisk walks away, and you are left with the sickening gaze of a man who has no good intentions.

 The man goes to the record player and starts to play a song you recognize quickly as “Fly Me To The Moon” by Frank Sinatra. As he does this, he speaks,

“Hello, Mrs. Murdock. I’m John.” You stay quiet, and he just enjoys the song.

He picks up a knife from the table and goes to you, this grin on his face that makes you sick.

But you remember a trick from not only your childhood, but also from Frank who told you the key to remaining strong under torture—Distraction.

You stare straight ahead, trying not to mind as the man runs the knife over your skin. You think about Matt. You imagine him in his wedding suit, the smile he had on as you approached him down that aisle. You think about when he asked you to marry him, and—

A sharp pain slashes down your arm, cutting open the shirt you’re wearing. You yell in pain, before moving in to try and take deep breaths.

You can do this. Matt will be here soon.

You continue to breathe through the anxiety and the pain, trying not to think too hard about when John hums along to Sinatra’s voice, guiding his knife around your skin. Another cut finds itself on your shoulder.

This goes on for a while, with the classic song looping over and over again. John never seems to tire of it, no matter how badly you will for it to end. As the song ends in one particularly good loop, John hits your face hard, and your nose starts bleeding.

You try to think of Matt’s voice. You don’t listen to John’s torments, knowing it will only egg him on further. You just want him to burn at that point.

By the end of… Countless Frank Sinatra serenades, you have cuts littered around your body, dry blood on your face from your nose and tears running down your face. When he’s eventually done, two men cut you out from the chair and drag you along to a smaller, darker room. You are left in there with a small meal, and you just huddle against a corner, nearest a barred window out of your reach.

And then, you begin to speak for the first time since you saw Fisk.

“Matt,” You whisper, “I’m by the docks.” You tell him, not sure if he can even hear you. “Please, I’m sorry for everything, please just come find me..” You mumble, too tired and aching to try and do more.

• • •

The next day, or what you presume to be the next day since you have no way to tell how much time has passed, you’re woken up by a loud banging on the door of your.. cell..?

The same two men enter and drag you back to the room, where John waits for you.

“How are you feeling today, Mrs. Murdock?” He asks.

You glare.

“Fuck you.”

He laughs and shakes his head.

“What happened to the polite young woman Mr. Fisk and I met yesterday?”

You’re filled with unprecedented anger.

“I said, Fuck you!”

He wastes no time, grabbing a lighter off the table and starting the record player again. Once more, Frank Sinatra’s voice fills the room, and you’re pretty sure once you’re done with John, and then Fisk, you’ll bring Sinatra back from the dead just to kill him again.

You’ve never really been a violent person, but you suspect that it lives in the worst parts of you, just as it did with your own father. You’re much better at keeping it all at bay. Besides, it does you no good to be violent while you have Matt. He’s plenty angry for the both of you.

Oh, Matt..

This is how time passes for you. While John tortures you, burning you or carving into your skin, you think about how great it will be to choke the life out of the singer… And you think about Matt. When you’re in your dark little room, you talk to him. Even if he can’t hear you, you must hope that he’s looking for you.

• • •

Days pass. How long have you been here?

One night, you have the following dream:

It starts out as a memory. A memory of you and Matt. You’re lying in bed with him, and the sunlight is hitting his face just right. You love this memory, it’s one you recall often. He just has this angelic look to him.

Yeah, most people who encounter him, especially at night, meet the devil. But occasionally, you get glimpses of the angel you know he is. He’s sleeping, and you think in this state, he is the most relaxed you’ll ever see him.

Then, before your eyes, the dream shifts and you’re in this black void, on the ground.

Foggy, Karen, Frank, and Matt stand around you. You run to Matt but hit a clear shield keeping him from you. You bang on the glass, well, maybe it’s glass, you don’t know. You try to scream, but your voice never reaches your ears. You begin to look around, looking for a way out.

An eerie version of ‘Fly Me To The Moon’ plays as you glance over to Foggy and watch in horror as his body begins to turn to ash, just like Matt and Karen did when they were blipped. You scream, banging against the shield, but your screams are silent.

You glance back and see the same thing happening to Frank. No, no, no! It was never supposed to happen this way! Frank and Foggy, they lived! They got their time! They don’t die like this!

And then Karen starts too. You start sobbing, not wanting her to go. You had missed her so much, and you only just got her back. But soon enough, she’s gone too, and you’re left in front of your husband.

His hand comes up to rest on the forcefield and he frowns softly.

He says your name gently, and then adds, “You know it couldn’t last forever, right?”

And then just as quickly as before, he is gone again. You remain there in that void, sobbing and screaming though no noise reaches you. This can’t be it! You just got him back, you needed him! You couldn’t take being alone for another five years… Or more…

The dream transforms and you’re in this grand ballroom. People are dancing elegantly and you’re in this.. obnoxious ball gown. But across the room, you can see Matt. He’s dressed in an all-black suit, with a red masquerade mask covering his face. The mask has little red devil horns on it.

Now, the orchestra plays their rendition of Sinatra’s romantic classic. And you step towards Matt, attempting to make your way towards him, only to be met with a masked man, beginning to twirl you around.

You jump from man to man, until eventually, you’re dancing with a man in an all-white suit, a man you quickly recognize as Fisk. No matter how hard you try to escape his grasp, he holds on tighter. The two of you stop dancing now, amid the crowd of moving bodies.

Fisk grabs your chin and tilts it in Matt’s direction, just in time for you to see him bowing to another woman, kissing the back of her hand. Your eyes widen and you think, this can’t be real.

“When I kill you,” Fisk says, “He’ll move on. You’re easily replaceable, Mrs. Murdock.”

And then, in an instant, the woman with Matt pulls out a dagger and plunges it deeply into his abdomen. It’s then that the other dancers, besides you, Fisk, Matt, and this mystery woman, disappear. Matt turns to you and falls to his knees, clutching his stomach.

He tries to crawl to you, blood seeping onto his hands and the beautiful ballroom floor. He yells your name, and the woman stabs him again from behind, and you watch as your husband dies. You hear him screaming, hear him yelling your name. But Wilson Fisk keeps you in place. You can do nothing but watch as Matt Murdock meets his end again, unable to save him. You start to scream, thrashing against Fisk, ready to claw your way to Matt.

You wake up screaming, the nightmare haunting you. A guard bangs on your door, yelling at you to keep it down.

It was just a nightmare, you tell yourself. Maybe Matt heard your screams.

Maybe he’s already dead.

You force yourself not to listen to the voice in your head that says that.

• • •

One day, Fisk visits again, only this time, He’s covered in blood. That damn song is still playing.

You just stare. They have long since stopped tying you up, recognizing that you no longer have the energy to try and fight back.  He has this sick grin on his face.

“Good evening, Mrs. Murdock.” You say nothing. “Have you been enjoying your stay with us?”

You glare.

“I hope Matt kills you when he gets here, because it will be a lot less painful for you if he does it instead of me.”

Mr. Fisk just laughs at this and tosses something at your feet. You get down off the chair to see what it is.

Your face goes pale with realization. You pick it up and slip it on your thumb, with it being too big for your other fingers. Matt’s wedding ring. You know it’s his, it has your name engraved in braille on the inside. How did he get this?

As if reading your mind, Fisk speaks again. “I took it off his body after I killed him.”

Your head shoots up to him. What did he say?

“No.” You deny. “Fuck off, I don’t—I don’t believe you.”

“Your husband is dead, Mrs. Murdock. I killed him with my bare hands because he was stupid enough to come after you. Your friends will mourn you and Matt Murdock for a while, and the city will come to the realization that Daredevil did nothing but harm. I win, Mrs. Murdock.”

You feel tears start to fill your eyes, and you realize, no. He hasn’t won because you’re still alive.

Maybe not for long, but you are.

You gather the rest of your energy and leap up, lunging at the large man covered in the man you love’s blood. And there’s a part of you that gets it. Okay, universe, you win. Most people don’t get a second chance like the two of you did. And now he’s dead, and soon you will be too. You can at least try to kill Fisk.

But you barely get a scratch in, yelling and screaming obscenities at him, as John grabs your arms from behind pulling you away. Fisk laughs and shakes his head again.

“It’s been lovely knowing you, Mrs. Murdock. I’m sorry you’ll have to die, you had so much potential. John, when you’re done doing whatever you’d like to her, kill her.” You hear him say it, but you’re blinded by rage, by grief.

John laughs behind you and forces you back into the chair, tying you back up once more. He looks at you, enraged and grief stricken, and just shakes his head.

“You and I are going to have a lot of fun.”

He leaves for a few minutes, and you realize this is the first time you’ve been left alone in this room. You tug at the knots and realize that while John is a gifted torturer, he’s not much of a knot tier.

So you manage to wiggle out of the rope, approaching the table in front of you. You don’t have much time. Okay, maybe you won’t be able to kill Fisk, but John will do. You take a golf club off the table in front of you and turn to the record player.

You begin to smash the thing in, angrily cursing at it as Frank Sinatra’s voice fades off into nothing. When the song ends, the lights turn off. And then, red flood lights turn on in their place.

A back up generator. Lovely. You think that your smashing of the record player couldn’t possibly make the whole building’s power go off, but you don’t really care at that moment.

You’re tired. You won’t make it far, but you need to try. You grasp the club and open the door, being greeted with a man you don’t recognize. You smack him in the face with the club hard enough for him to fall to the ground.

The red lighting adds an eerie tone to the hallways as you creep around, concussing various henchmen that Fisk has working for him. You don’t mean to kill these ones, only John.

But you’re running out of stamina, peeking around corners. And that’s when you see him. John is just standing there like he knows you’re there.

“Come out to play, Mrs. Murdock?” He calls, approaching the corner where you are waiting on the other side.

You focus on his footsteps, taking a swing around the corner when you know he’s close enough. You hear a sharp crack! As he falls, and you can’t see the blood in this lighting. Good. You begin to hit his head in, sobs mixing with yelling. You hate him. You want him to die before you’re killed.

But you don’t get the pleasure, because a pair of arms are pulling you off him, and you begin yelling.

“No!” You yelp. “No, Fuck you! Let go of me! Stop!” You think it’s another one of his goons, and you just want to be able to finish the job before you die. The figure forces you to drop the club. “Please, stop, don’t hurt me—”

But he’s saying your name and turning you around to see him. You know that voice.

“Sweetheart, hey, it’s just me—” He pants, his hands going to your cheeks. “It’s me, It’s just me. I’ve got you.”

And you can’t believe your eyes.

“Matt..?” You whimper, not able to believe it. “No, you’re dead, this has to be—”

And then, Matt does something he wouldn’t do for anyone who wasn’t his wife. He pulls off his helmet so you can see his face. Oh.

“I’m right here. I’ve got you.” He says softly, his thumb gently rubbing against your skin.

That’s when you start to sob, falling against him, no energy left to carry yourself. His arms wrap around you, and you say it again.

“He told me you were dead..”

“I know.. I’m sorry, I don’t know how he got my ring but we’ve gotta get you out of here.” He tells you.

You’re so tired. You’re slumping against him as you try to walk, the warmth radiating off his body just drawing you to sleep.

The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is Matt’s voice, begging you to stay awake.

• • •

You see flashes. Your parents, your dad. Nightmares of Fisk killing Karen, Foggy, Frank, and worst of all, Matt. You see John’s sickening grin on the body of spiders, and you’re chased by his cruel laughter.

But the dreams are filmier compared to what’s happening around you. You know Claire shows up at some point, and you’re thankful to her. Karen sits next to you sometimes, petting your hair, or sometimes it’s Foggy, talking your ear off.

You have fever dreams of Frank in full military gear, tormenting you.

“Not so tough now, huh, girl?” He teases. “You really thought you’d kill the big bad wolf? Solve all your boyfriend’s problems?”  

You say to him, “Husband, He’s my husband.”

• • •

Even in your dreams, where you were slashed and burned aches, and you long for the pain to end.

You wake up only once throughout these dreams, and it’s when Karen is playing music to try and calm you from your insistent nightmares.

Only one song snaps you out of it, and you hear it clear as day.

‘Fly me to the moon,” Sinatra sings, “Let me play among the stars,’

He only gets through a few more lines before you’re sitting up on the couch, screaming.

“No! Stop, please!” You cry, and in an instant, Matt’s arms are around you. “Matt, please, don’t let him hurt me, please! Please don’t die, don’t let him keep hurting me!” You beg, in a hazed, frenzied state.

“I’ve got you, No one’s going to hurt you..”

Karen turns off the music somewhere deep in the apartment.

“No..” You begin to grow tired in his arms again. “Matty, please.. You can’t die, please..” You whimper out, continuing to mumble out pleads as you fall back into your weird dream state.

• • •

You really wake up two days later. Matt’s hand is clasped over yours, and he’s just.. Sitting on the floor next to the couch, praying into your clasped hands.

Praying for what, you don’t know.

Your body aches. But something in you tells you you’re safe.

“Matt…?” You whisper gently, and his head shoots up.

“Hey..” He says softly, one hand leaving yours, coming up to brush your hair out of your face. “There she is..”

“You’re alive..”

He seems a little concerned you still had some doubts about this.

“I am. Fisk lied to you.. He never even touched me.” You nod.

“Did I kill him? The man you found me..”

“No. He’s just in a coma, I checked. He’ll be brought to justice.”

“I only wanted him dead when I thought you were too..” Because really, you would have nothing if Matt wasn’t there. Nothing to live for. When he was blipped away, you had the hardest time readjusting to life. Now you know if he died again, you’d probably go off the rails.

No love story is saved more than once. You used up all your luck. Now it will be doomed if he’s ever killed again.

“I know.” He said gently.

“How long have I been out? How long was I in there?”

“A week, and then you were out for four days here. They got you good, baby..” He says gently. “I’m sorry I didn’t find you earlier.”

You frown softly.

“You did find me though. That’s all that really matters anymore.” You know you’ll be nursing scars for a long time. Physical or not.

“Still..” He said gently, and he brings your hand up to kiss it gently. “And I’m sorry I told you to leave that night. I was just upset, but this past week and half.. I feel like I’ve been going crazy without you. No matter how mad at you I am, I never want to spend another night without holding you. Knowing that you could have been…” His voice breaks, and he just sighs, taking a moment to lean his head on your hand. “I love you, so much.” He kisses your palm again.

How are you so tired again? All you’ve done is talk to him, but it feels like you just ran a marathon.

“I love you. It’s why I married you. Because you and I, we were always meant to be with each other. No matter what.”

He smiles weakly and reaches over to the coffee table to grab something. He slips it on your finger and for the first time in over a week, your wedding ring is back where it belongs. You see Matt is wearing his. Your Matt. Your husband. The only one you were ever meant to be with.

“Did Claire patch me up? I remember her being here..” He nods softly.

“Yeah, we.. we really owe her one. She was a huge help..”

“Karen and Foggy were here… And Frank?”

“No, no, Frank’s still in Illinois, I think?” You nod softly. “You were mumbling to him, though. I heard you… you were telling him you had a husband.”

You would laugh if it didn’t hurt.

“He called you my boyfriend. I had to correct him.” You grin.

“That’s my girl.” He hums. Matt gently lifts you so you can sit up and drink some water. Then, he climbs onto the couch and brings you close. His arms wrap around your freshly wounded skin and you have a rare moment of gratefulness for his blindness.

You sit in silence for a while.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks gently.

You think about it all. The torture, the cuts, burns, the small room. Fisk’s laughter, John’s grin. But something sticks out to you.

“Fisk said I was just like him.”

“What?”

“We.. We grew up similar, Matt, I mean.. What if he’s right? What if the only thing separating him and I is one bad move?”

Your husband frowns and shakes his head.

“Sweetheart, you are the.. the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You’re the complete antithesis of Wilson Fisk. Yeah, you grew up like him, but you’re living proof that you don’t have to go down the path he did just because of his background. You and I both know that there will never be a world where you end up like him. Especially not with me.”

You find comfort with his words. Not only did you make every choice not to be like Fisk, but you must’ve also made all the right decisions if in the end, you ended up with Matt. Oh, it won’t be easy, you know that for sure. You’ll never be able to listen to Frank Sinatra, and your upcoming nights are filled with nightmares and hauntings.

But one day you’ll be okay. One day You’ll be able to sit in the silence without thinking about it. One day you’ll get the image of dead Matt out of your head. You’ve spent many nights wondering about who will go first, you or him.

And then you realize the best-case scenario is that the two of you die at the same time, never living another moment without each other.

How would there ever be a world where you and your husband weren’t with each other, even just for a moment?

[theseinfernalangels]

Bet On It - Liam Mairi 🩹

Synopsis: A moment of quiet, sweet competition with Liam (Healer!Reader).

A/N: My first official post for Eden and Liam! You guys have no idea how excited I am — Eden’s one of my favorite Empyrean Gals™️. If you need more insight for her character, click here! 

Includes: Fluff, teeny bit of angst, Reader has chronic pain from previous injury, Healers Quadrant. Takes place during Fourth Wing.

Rain, by all means, is something you find fascinating. You like the sense of peace that comes along with it, what it does for the land and the cycle of life, and you can’t deny that feeling water pelt your skin has always made you feel giddy with excitement.

You also like to bet on which drops will make it down to the bottom of the glass windows faster. You sit alone in the Healer Quadrant commons, the warmth of the nearby hearth doing all it can to soothe the ache in your locked knee as you stare intently at the window clouded by the summer’s humidity.

Oh, yeah. There was one downside of rain — it made your bad leg throb like shit.

You lean back in the velvety chair and sigh, sending thanks to Amari for a moment of solitude in your otherwise-hectic life. Honestly, you preferred this to the Riders Quadrant — it was definitely easier to pick up information knowing you wouldn’t be killed at any moment. That didn’t make the work any less challenging, though. Between taking organized notes on the historic relationships between Poromiel and Navarre and memorizing the skeletal system…You knew which one you’d choose first. 

A set of quiet but steady footsteps coming from behind make your thoughts falter, and you stiffen, your hand flying to the sheathed dagger at your side instinctually. Your shoulders relax, though, when you hear an all-too familiar, teasing voice pipe up from a little ways behind your seat.

“Am I interrupting a moment of pondering, sweetheart?”

You huff out a laugh and shake your head, leaning back into the chair. “A moment of pondering?” You twist your head around to be met head-on with rain-soaked blond curls and a charming grin. “I’m not a scribe, Li. Let a girl enjoy the rain without making the meaning too deep.”

Liam takes a seat next to you, stripping off his rain-battered flight jacket and slinging it over the top of the chair. “Hey,” he defends himself. “I’m not saying you can’t enjoy it. I just know that you tend to zone out whenever it rains. Makes you look like you’re trying to figure out the meaning of life and…You know, all of that fun stuff.”

You snort and shake your head. “I’m guessing which raindrops will make it to the bottom first,” you correct him dryly, pointing to the nearest twin pair of droplets racing down the window. “I used to make bets with my sister for a coin or two when we were kids.”

“Betting money on rain races,” Liam muses, resting his chin on his palm and gazing at the window intently. “Scandalous, Cadet Kiyoko.”

You shrug and lean in a little further, wincing only when a tinge of pain worms its way through the back of your knee. “I was being resourceful,” you huff. “If people here weren’t so square, I’d be running the greatest betting pool in Navarre.”

Liam scoots a few inches closer to you, draping his arm invitingly over the padded arm of your chair with his palm facing up. It was a wordless gesture, one that never required your acknowledgment but always received it anyway. “Right,” he drawls. “We’d all be so hyped about betting on raindrops.”

You scowl, slipping your hand into his wordlessly. He’s warm, thankfully — he always is. The hearth of the commons does wonders for your body, but Liam’s heat — the one that came from being a human furnace — was balm to your weary mind and soul. 

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, companied with only the sound of the gentle rain and the occasional murmurs and laughs of other cadets from outside the commons. No one would come in here — your classmates knew that you liked to be alone at this time of day, and unless you went out of your way to go seek someone out, they’d respect your personal space; whether it was because they respected you for your own personhood or the fact that you’d almost made it through the Riders Quadrant unscathed, you could never tell.

A light squeeze on your hand brings you out of your thoughts, your eyes flitting over to Liam’s sky-like irises. He still watches the window, but his thumb strokes yours gently. “You okay?” He asks quietly.

You hum, fixing your eyes on the clouded glass. “Yeah. Whenever it rains, it aches. I’ve been a bit sore all day.”

“Ah.”

His thumb moves down to your wrist, moving over the skin so tenderly that you’d think he was touching some sort of priceless object. Your arm shifts a little, and your heart skips a beat when his lips replace his finger.

“Liam?”

His eyes snap up to yours, his lips not faltering once.

“Why is your hair wet?”

A beautiful grin, one that you’ve come to seek out in every moment of darkness, spreads across his face.

“Deigh likes the rain,” he explains quietly. “He says he likes to feel the rain in between his scales.”

He pauses as if he hears another distant conversation, and a flat look crosses his features. “Also, it’s apparently good for young ones like me to get outside and experience the joys of nature every once in a while,” he adds dryly, squeezing your wrist.

You chuckle, a small gleam coming back to your eye. “I agree with Deigh. I like feeling the rain on my skin, when I can.”

Liam goes quiet again before rolling his eyes. You guess he’s having a silent conversation with his dragon by the way he purses his lips and sighs. “He says you’re very wise, and—“

His eyes widen, a hint of a blush appearing on his cheeks.

You tilt your head. “And?”

He just shakes his head, his eyes finding the window again. “Nothing.”

You know better than to pry. Even though you never got your shot at actually bonding with a dragon, you figured you should respect the private conversation between dragon and rider — even if the topic of conversation was yourself. The bond was not something you understood in its entirety, but if Deigh approved of you, you’d take that as a win.

“I think,” you say, pointing to the window, “that one there is going to make it to the bottom first.”

Liam studies the little speckles on the glass intently, squinting as if he could see the very molecules within the water. His hand slowly drags up to another stationary raindrop. “That one’s got my vote.”

He turns back to you with an easy smile. “What do I get if I win?”

You hum thoughtfully, tilting your head. “Uh…I don’t know,” you admit. “A kiss?”

He nods in a fake-solemn act. “Ah. I see. I accept these terms and propose the same.”

You snort, reaching over and flicking his arm gently, careful to mind the black swirls that trail up his arm. “You’re so dramatic.”

His ruse doesn’t last for long. Liam is the epitome of sunshine, even in  dreary weather like this. A fond smile lights his face up in a way that seems so innocent. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he concedes, bringing your wrist back up to his mouth. “You bring it out of me.”

His words, now muffled against your skin, draw a faint laugh from you as you watch your respective raindrops fall in little bursts of speed down the window. It makes your heart race out of habit — you always enjoyed a little competition, especially when it was so rare in your life now.

Your mouth is tugged into a smirk when your raindrop surpasses his. “For once, I don’t think luck is on your side, Mairi.”

He stares at the window as if considering something before shaking his head. In that time, your chosen drop streaks down the window into nothingness.

He glances over at you. “That’s okay,” he replies. “I’m cool with losing to you every once in a while.”

“Just me?” you ask, raising an eyebrow curiously.

“Just you,” he affirms. Then, he smirks, leaning closer to you. “Guess I gotta pay up now, huh, sweet girl?”

You lean into him, ignoring the dull protest of your knee as you shift. “You do,” you reply with an air of faux arrogance. “Hand it over, Mairi.”

You don’t complain about pain or rain or jack shit when his lips meet yours, the soft skin only disrupted by a faint scar that mars his upper lip. His scent, sawdust and orchids with a hint of citrus, clouds your senses. You sigh in content, nuzzling your nose against his before pulling away.

Liam, for as much as you take him seriously, just looks too adorable with his now-pink flush that expands to the tips of his ears.

“Let’s go again,” he suggests, pointing at another new raindrop. “Another kiss says that that one will go first.”

A wide smile stretches across your lips. “Bet, Mairi.”

[transformers-spike]

Heyy I noticed that you put TFO among the stuff you might write for. Pls pls, if it's alright w/ u, Megatron x reader angry sex? Like, you might be a human he found after being banished and kept with him, and he trusts you bc u are nice, pose no real threat and ur good to blow off some steam :))))))))) but ofc he cares abt u, so it's more like angry sex + tender aftercare thank uuuuuuu i love my big metallic man with anger issues

My brain decided to do its own thing and for the sake of not writing a full length novel about it, I had to cut it short (and of course I made it sad because the boy is just dripping with angst - so I'm going to give him more.) So here:

He was advised to abandon you. Found in the deepest recesses of a Quintesson ship they’d shot down, you were still shaking from the crash. Not Cybertronian. Nor Quintessonian. A completely different being, with soft mesh, warm extremities and strands of something falling from your helm. An animal perhaps? Much like the strange quadrupeds traveling the surface? No, your optics move with intention, taking in your surroundings and wrinkling your optical ridge in clear contemplation. You are incredibly tiny, even next to a cogless miner. He wondered, briefly, when he first saw you, if you were another casualty of Sentinel’s tyranny, a forgotten being he sold off to the Quintessons without a second thought. He does not understand your language, nor can you speak his, but you observe the context and carefully come to associate certain words with objects, actions and designations. You cannot reproduce the subtle tones of Cybertronian with an organic vocalizer, much like the Quintessons – but you do not reject it. You learn to live despite your muteness. Many times he’s watched you draw figures in the sand with a twig the size of your arm, depicting what he could only assume to be a spaceship flying away from a distant planet as the Quintessons surround it. Sometimes you draw more of your kind, together in an embrace. You would stand over your creation, watching wistfully as the wind erased the fine traces of sand. A memory of your people. He wishes he could tell you about him and Orion, the pain of losing him, the crater in his chassis that will never mend – but guilt keeps him at bay. Soon enough, your provisions will run out. What they found on the Quintesson ship were rations made for your specific type of biology, with no guide to recreate them from, not even Shockwave could reverse-engineer the process. It’s simply too late. One orbital cycle, your life will come to an end, but he will give you the dignity of dying at his hands, painlessly. He is no stranger to starvation, but unlike him, you must refuel at various intervals during an orbital cycle, else he senses how you grow restless on his shoulder, fiddling with your servos, mesh growing pale and optics sluggish, growls emanating from your inner mechanism. You are not made for suffering Your life will come to an end, and you know this better than any other Decepticon; as though reading his thoughts behind the permanent scowl scratched into his face. Perhaps this is why he indulges in you even if he’s been advised against it. You’re eager despite your size, pressing yourself against his frame, ignoring your discomfort. He’s still getting used to his new body, including his strength for better or for worse. Yet you do not fault him when he leaves bruises. You kiss him and rub up against his spike, transfluid trickling down to his valve even before he comes undone. You squirm and laugh and pull him into a hug, helm to helm, a moment so perfect he’s ready to rip the cog from his chassis if it means staying like this forever, servos clenched into fists as he curses at Primus for the happiness he will shatter.

[simping-on-the-daily]

Claws, Katanas, Compassion and Ketamine

Summary: You were the link between Vanessa and Wade during their breakup. They get back together, creating the perfect triangle. And then Wolverine shows up too, because you totally live in a suite apartment that can fit everyone.

Notes: God I love poly, mutant!reader, gn!reader, I wrote this in one day and thirty minutes last night and I’m pretty sure it��s gonna be obvious

Warnings: Gets real suggestive near the end but it's a fade to black, typical Deadpool content, from swearing to sex, reader does drugs and is very unhinged Wade’s just worse, not betaread we die like Worstie’s X-Men

The three of you ‘broke up’ in your shitty but homey apartment. Vanessa knew that her death caused Wade to try and kill himself numerous times, and dying shook her up a bit. After being rejected by the Avengers, Wade spent too much time hating himself and wondering where he went wrong, unintentionally neglecting his relationship with both of you

You were the red rope, the link, the buckle on the belt, it seemed. Shit got messy, Wade assumed too fast, but Vanessa wanted to be with you and you still loved Wade, vice versa. Vanessa tried to work stuff out herself, moving out, you stayed at the apartment, and Wade went to live with Blind Al again. You video chatted and texted everyday, and did your darndest to be by both sides.

Vanessa called you one day. She'd gotten the therapy, she said. Wanted to get back with Wade, try again at the least. You encouraged her to try and ask at Wade's surprise party, an extra present to add to the love in the late mutant’s life. Vanessa blew you kisses through the computer, and you mimicked catching them and placing the kisses on your cheek.

Then Wade got kidnapped, and came back two days later, claiming to have saved your entire universe, with some extra company.

“You must think saving the world's sexy, huh, Vanny?” You joked to Vanessa, lightly elbowing her after she and Wade made the promise attempted to try again over his second birthday dinner.

“Shut up and kiss me.” Vanessa put a finger to your chin in jest, and you accepted, embracing her with a gentle kiss to the lips.

“Already getting on it without me?” Wade interrupted, a metaphorical eyebrow raised in light-hearted query, poking in from the room you were in. Your response was simply to blow a kiss, which Wade quickly grabbed and pressed his hand against his cheek, swooning like a teenage girl. Vanessa simply giggled, and dragged you both back to join the party.

You all moved into Blind Al's apartment, in truth because you wanted to take Blind Al's coke. Wade said you couldn't, however, because that was the one thing Feige said they couldn't do. “What a pussy.” You grumbled, throwing the stash back into the floor where it belonged. And then Mary Puppins pissed on your leg, because apparently the nicest Deadpool hadn't potty trained his dog for some reason. Dick.

Oh, and the motherfucking Wolverine was here for some reason.

“Disney's gonna make him keep at this until he's 90, so we gotta give the senior citizen a house otherwise we'll get canceled for elderly abuse.” Wade 'explained’ to you in a whisper, and you nodded intently like you understood. Logan gave a middle finger in response.

He existed, that was for sure. You found him napping in the cupboard once because apparently Logan thought he was too good for the floor. He minded his business, staying out of the way. You accidentally caught him showering with the sweet smelling pink soap Wade and Vanessa shared and good god, those man’s abs were carved by Michalangelo. Fucking beautiful.

You, Wade and Vanessa sat down one night, Logan out at the bar that was full of football obsessed lunatics. And at the same time, you all spoke.

“I need that werewolf cock in me.”

“My god you guys, we need to get Peanut into bed with us, have you seen him?”

“We shouldn’t let him fourth wheel us, ask if he wants to be included.”

Vanessa glared at you both. You shrugged, while Wade did his best to look innocent.

The timing could’ve been worse, with you offering the deal with a Logan who was nearly hungover. Wade on the sofa like ‘one of those French girls’, Vanessa wore a casual hoodie with those really short shorts, and you were snorting heroin. Vanessa explained everything, and you’re pretty sure you hallucinated cartoon birdies as you spoke. Turns out, Wade did the same thing too, once. 

Logan accepted anyway, so he knew what he was going to get himself into.

Eventually, you grew to accept that Logan was a weasel, not a werewolf (which is so much cooler), and that you liked seeing him smile. Made you feel good, especially when he smiled because you were running his hands through his hair.

Like some fucked up hivemind, Vanessa and Wade shared your feelings too. However, unlike last time, Logan was the one who ‘confessed’, when the dude straight up purred in contentment when you tried to sit him down at your shitty table and well, you didn’t need to do much to gather the context as to why.

You and Logan shared the ‘Good’s Cabinet’, containing your most precious drugs and Logan’s more costly drinks, both saved for the most special occasions. You offered to take him to different bars that weren’t full of football frat-bros, and both of you found a new enjoyment in clubbing.

You would wear your best jewelry and drip, while Logan would wear an oversized jacket over his ‘wife beater’ shirt, worn over his Wolverine suit. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be.

“They asked for no pickles,” He hovered above you like your evil shadow clone, the worker at the front desk sweating on their head and probably under the collar.

“Haha, reference.” You jokingly poked Logan’s chest, before turning to the employee. “Don’t mind him. Never worked a day of retail in his life, doesn’t get the struggle.”

“Fuck you.” Logan added compulsory, though with the vitriol of a man whose moments of swearing have entirely lost their impact. You did get a new meal, no pickles included, so maybe the guard dog privileges are necessary.

Wade and you would often go out to the park on weekends, chilling on a bench as you gave your very persuasive remarks on all the cars Wade would sell on his job. He’d challenge you to get more ridiculous, and you'd do so with a wink and excessive references to sex.

“Get the boss to add truck nuts to all your autobots,” You suggested as you and Wade both got ice cream cones from the greatest truck of all time. “Would add some blitz to your bis, yaknow?”

“You wanna have a fivesome with our Honda Odyssey?”

“Give the objectums something good.” You shrugged, and Wade responded with a look to the audience, cosplaying as a bunch of trees in Discount Central Park.

Vanessa liked to drag you shopping, and you were content watching her search for the perfume bottles with the most ornate casing. God, she was so pretty, her hair put into that messy bun and casual dress.

“This bitch is ugly.” Vanessa said, holding up a silver bottle with a diamond bottletop. You heard a crunch, and tears quickly welled up in your eyes.

“Oh, so sorry sweetie, I wasn’t talking about you-” Vanessa held up her hands and shook them in a panic, putting the bottle back.

“It’s not that,” Your voice was barely a whisper. “I think I stepped on a ladybug.”

Vanessa looked down at the red flakes on the floor near your foot. “Sweetheart, that was an M&M.”

“Oh.” You stood there in silence for a few seconds, before turning back to Vanessa in the unnatural, freakish sort of way. “You getting anything from here?”

Vanessa smiled. “I think we should have an early lunch.” And you grinned too, as she rushed you over to the food court.

Your nights were chill nights, all four of you curled up on the bed, Mary Puppins curled beside Wade’s leg as he kept changing his position every few minutes. You would braid Vanessa’s hair as she scrolled through her phone, and Logan would lie down and accept head pats and bellyrubs with a content purr. Apparently weasels can do that.

Movie nights were great, too. Logan always got the best popcorn and you all had your designated seats. With a combination of heroin and ketamine you called ‘ketarin’, you snacked on your stash while you were all forced to share two bottles of Pepsi.

“Try it, babes,” You gestured your bucket of drugs towards Wade and Logan, the former sitting on the weasel’s lap as he tried to get comfy. “You’ll be able to smell sounds and taste colors. Stereotypical, I know, but life changing.”

Logan glared at you. “Get this fucker off me and I’ll consider it.”

“Wade, get off, I want Logan to taste my ketarin.”

The mercenary huffed in exaggeration, arms crossed. “No can do, sugar tits. Peanut here needs to learn his lesson.”

“What lesson?” You huffed. “Anyways, I forgive Logan, now get off I need him to try it.”

“He was a very bad boy today, and you know this, Y/N.” Logan rolled his eyes.

“Get off him, Wade.” Vanessa spoke in that stern voice, and even though it was not directed to you, your collar was getting hot already. “We’ll sort it out later tonight, mkay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Wade gave a mocking salute before getting off of Logan with a grumble.

“She’ll be making ya say that seriously later, you know?” You raised an eyebrow at the mercenary, who made a heart symbol with his hands as he winked.

You thrust your special bucket towards the huge, jacked man (hehe), his demands met. Logan sighed before digging his hands in, and shoved it down his mouth.

“I prefer corn starch.”

“You fucking take that back, you little slutty shitter-”

You would’ve beaten him to a pulp for disrespecting your recipe, but Vanessa gave a mock cough, getting you, him and Wade to look at her. “Legally Blonde or Die Hard?”

“It’s August, the fuck are we suggesting Die Hard for?” You huffed, arms crossed, snatching your ketarin back.

“Yeah, too early for festive cheer, sweetcheeks. And I can’t miss out on international girlboss Ms. Woods, who do you take me for?”

“Die Hard is barely a Christmas movie,” Logan scoffed, but didn’t oppose when Vanessa selected Legally Blonde with the remote.

You all relaxed, in your own fucked up way. You and Vanessa arm-wrestled over who got to have a sip of Pepsi (she won, you were trying to hold your bucket in the other hand). Wade’s commentary was louder then the movie, causing Logan to punch him, and Wade let out a murmur of ‘harder, mummy’. You snickered at Logan’s look of repulsion and confusion, looking over to Vanessa, who was most likely the mummy in question. Unfortunately for Logan, she was going onto the balcony to let Mary Puppins piss, so he looked at you.

“Something something we’ll deal with you later, something something what would Elle Woods think?”

Wade seemed to think Elle Woods thought badly of him, standing upright and flopped onto his seat. You put your hands through Logan’s hair, watching him relax from your movement, before yelping when Vanessa came back and accidentally sat down on your hand.

“Shit, so sorry.” Vanessa gave a quick kiss to your hand, and you dramatically swooned as you watched Elle Woods be a girlboss.

“Forgiven, honeybuns, for I could never be mad at such an exquisite princess, who’s hair was made from silk that Willy Wonka once commissioned-”

“Shove your Shakespeare-ass monologues up your ass and get a room.”

Blind Al spoke up, and all four of you turned to see her standing behind you, having just come home.

“This is our room, Al,” Wade countered. “We rented it fair and square while you played poker with all the other little old ladies like you.”

“You’re early.” Logan noted, holding onto a bottle as he turned back to the television.

“Wilson’s clients took a car on a joyride and crashed into the club. Drunk on that high, I reckon.”

“Were they driving with the truck nuts?”

“How the fuck would I know, stupid?”

“Ah.” You hung your head in exaggerated shame, before Al grabbed the wall and let it guide her towards her room.

“Your clients?” You asked Wade with a raised eyebrow after she was gone.

“Karen, Kenny and Twinkletoes.” He ‘answered’. “Now, back to our regular scheduled program of Elle Woo-......and the movie’s over.”

Logan snorted, and Wade gasped, turning to face him. “I’ll have you know that it was a sacrifice I made, I tell you! I gave it all up!”

“You’d give anything up for a cornchip,” Logan shot back, but Vanessa gave a loud clap that stopped the conversation. You placed your empty bucket in the sink halfheartedly before turning to your girlfriend.

“Back to bed. We’ve got some behavior to correct.” Vanessa commanded, heading to your shared room.

“Yes, mummy.” Wade answered in his most ‘uwu’ voice, leading you to groan and Logan to shove him lightly as he followed Vanessa.

“A bit too early on the petnames, buddy.”

Wade stuck his tongue at you, and you flipped the bird before following Logan, who was following Vanessa, and Wade then followed you like some fucked up, freakish line of baby ducks crossing the road.

And you would change none of it.

[luvingjeanie]

dad!dae-ho ♡

for the anon who requested some dad dae-ho fluff :)

the specifics requested were three daughters, aged five, three and a new born :)

♡warnings: mentions of pregnancy and sex

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ dae-ho with his eldest baby :)

♡ first first baby, the light of his life, the little girl who made him want to be a better man, if that was even possible, seeing as he’s the perfect man and husband already!

♡ she’s a little bundle of personality and energy, always chattering away, repeating little facts she had read in her books, saw on the TV show she watches, or trivia she had learnt from school

♡ dae-ho sits and listens intently, gasping and urging her to tell him more, repeating small ‘woah!’s and ‘no way!’s despite the fact it’s all stuff he already knew, but he understands that his daughter, along with every other child ever, is experiencing life for the first time.

♡ everything must be so interesting to little kids, so of course he’ll let his little girl babble as much as she wants :)

♡ a lot of people say they can’t see dae-ho disciplining his kids, but i think he actually does, but very gently of course

♡ he hates the idea of the ‘cool dad-evil mum’ dynamic, they are your children AND his, parenting, including discipline, is split equally

♡ he gently explains what was done wrong, yes he’ll get frustrated at times, but he doesn’t yell. he’s a fan of the naughty step or naughty corner, they’re classics and they don’t involve taking anything away from his daughter, excluding her from experiences such as birthday parties, and hitting her which is an OBVIOUS no go.

♡ and once the time is up, it’s apologies, kisses and a hug

♡ very supportive, and definitely a dad that wants his kids to have hobbies! sports, an instrument, or simply something done at home like reading, gardening, he’ll facilitate his child’s chosen hobby, but he thinks occupying yourself is very important!

♡ encourages a lot of outdoor play too, even if it gets messy.

♡ in his mind, having his daughter come in all muddy, hand full of grass and worms, is better than having his daughter rely on technology for entertainment

♡ mud can be easily cleaned from clothes, his daughter knows not to trail it into the house, but teaching a child to not rely on cocomelon once already addicted to it is a much harder feat😭

♡ is also cool with her dressing how she wants! of course when she was younger it was all very girly, but as a five year old, she can pick out her own clothes when shopping, so if she wants a cool spider-man shirt from the boys section, she can get it

♡ he had to deal with his dad calling him too feminine simply because he enjoyed playing games with his sisters, so he doesn’t want to force gender norms on his own daughter after what it did to him.

♡ spends a lot of time with her since she’s the eldest :) of course, he loves all his girls equally but he usually takes her out on his own to give you tike with the infant since you’re breast feeding and tired

♡ he loves these daddy daughter days, one on one time with his big girl that has the bonus of you being able to care for your new born and catch up on rest without a little five year old constantly tugging on your sleeve😭

♡ these outings aren’t too often, maybe once or twice a month (he also helps you catch up on on chores too, house work is split as evenly as possible around your jobs!)

♡ he did the same daddy-daughter days when his three year old was just born too!

♡ he was obviously takes you all out on family outings, but with a new born, it makes things like the movies and zoo hard, so he does other things like ice cream with his eldest to take her off your hands for a little

♡ dae-ho with his middle baby

♡ i’d imagine the three year old is closer with you!

♡ because of this, she doesn’t really want to go on the daddy-daughter dates often, she’s a quieter girl, less rambunctious than her older sister so she likes to stay at home with mummy

♡ she sits quietly beside you whole your breast feed the baby, and even goes down with you for a nap when you try to catch up on rest while dae-ho and your eldest are out

♡ dae-ho always brings something home for her when this happens though! if he and his eldest get ice cream, he brings back some too, if the eldest gets a happy meal, he brings one home

♡ just because your middle baby doesn’t want to go doesn’t mean she gets left out!

♡ although, sometimes she does go with dae-ho and her big sister. sometimes she actually wants to go if there’s an activity planned that she likes (like the aquarium! your middle baby is so curious and loves watching the fish and having dae-ho read out the fact cards on the tanks)

♡ sometimes though, it’s because you NEED the peace, and he gets that. you love your kids, but as a mother only a month postpartum, you’re exhausted, more so that dae-ho because you’re the one doing the night time feeds seeing as your new born in breast fed

♡ because she’s quieter, she doesn’t play with her big sister, but whilst her big sister loves the outdoors and sports, your middle baby is more into reading her little kiddie books, quietly playing with her dolls, and imaginary play, and i imagine when she’s old enough her chosen hobby would be the violin!

♡ and dae-ho is of course very supportive! he’ll read bigger books to her she can’t read herself, draw with her, and is prepping for when she’s old enough for the violin :)

♡ he understands his daughters are very different, and acts accordingly, of course, they’re parented the same way, but he won’t force his quieter baby to play loud games, or get messy because she knows she doesn’t want to like her big sister does

♡ because she’s so good at reading at her age, sometimes a family outing ends at the library and he lets her pick out books, and when she picks up books above her age reading-level, he’ll help her read them until she can read them all by herself with little to no help!!!

♡ dae-ho with his newborn

♡ exhausted. tired. but happy.

♡ he’s been through this TWICE with you, he knew what to expect so he isn’t as easily agitated (he wasn’t snappy or anything, but a new born screaming all the time would tick anyone off, even dae-ho) as he was when he was dealing with it for the first time, you both know how to cope now

♡ did skin to skin when she was born :(((

♡ very attentive, and as a dad of three, understands the different cries pretty well.

♡ he can handle any cry that isn’t one of hunger, obviously, that’s your job and yours alone until you start pumping breast milk for bottles

♡ but scared? tired? fussy? he’s got it, and for hunger, will soothe until you can feed

♡ was happy you guys didn’t have to spend much money this time around as you guys kept most of the stuff from your two other girls, so there was no need for a new crib or anything

♡ although you did buy a new diffuser, car seat, and all of the things that it’s recommended you buy new and don’t re-use

♡ BIG on making the nursery look like a NURSERY

♡ none of that sad beige baby shit

♡ the room is whatever pregnant you was feeling, the walls have something cute like whinney the pooh on them (throw back to my old nursery, my mum showed me pictures recently and there was sm tigger everywhere😭)

♡ despite being a dad of three now, he’s still a nervous dad :(

♡ thinks every cry he can’t figure out right away is colic, and nearly cries of relief when he realises she was just tired

♡still as excited as he was with the other two when she does something new (which isn’t much as she’s only a month old) but swears every coo is her getting one step closer to her first word lmao

♡ dae-ho as a husband with YOU!

♡ dae-ho is a good guy all around. marriage is an equal partnership

♡ takes on some of your chores when you can’t due to being far along in your pregnancy, or if you’re tired from a long night of crying to settle the baby after a feed

♡ speaking of chores and parenting duties, they’re split fairly evenly. he usually does the ones that take place later on in the day like dinner dishes, trash, homework, bath time and putting the girls to sleep

♡ this is simply because he can’t do the chores you like to be done during the day because he’s at work, although on days off he’ll hoover between the baby’s naps and stuff, but when he’s working he does the stuff that needs done in the evening when he’s finally home

♡ has already secured a place at a trusted day care for when you finally return to work after maternity leave

♡ helps you cook too, as long as the girls don’t need watching for whatever reason. he turns on some music as you two cook and chat away :)

♡ the first date night after you give birth is an EVENT by the way

♡ nothing too flashy, just a cute restaurant, nice clothes, a walk afterwards and maybe a movie, but to him it is the oscars

♡ this is also when you first have sex after the doctor gives you the okay to :)

♡ very soft and loving, making sure you’re okay, not uncomfortable at all :)

♡ all arouns, good husband, good dad, good man😁

[delight-angelsbliss]

How did everyone get admitted in?

"The road to hell is paved with good intentions" - Madonna in 4 minutes

Psst, Lend me an ear: Psychiatric hospital AU!! This post is the intro and will tell you how everyone got admitted in and how you will be admitted in<33 You can be any species you want but I wrote this with a fawn/deer in mind I also won't include metal, Eggman, cream since she's the sanest person in the franchise, vanilla, charmy, big the cat, vector and a few more because I don't see a reason of how they could ever land in a psychiatric hospital plus some don't even take people who are 20 or over also I would like to say that more will come after the reader gets admitted

Sonic: sonic got admitted because his peers weren't able to keep up with how hyper he were which made them encourage him to seek a psychiatric hospital even though he didn't need it. He's the only one who hasn't seen anything bad yet but is also the only one who doesn't know about how bad it is here this dumbass is also the only one who technically didn't sign the rules and whenever he gets in trouble he throws that out just for him to be forced to sign them

Tails: he simply followed sonic cuz he was bullied and picked on without him he also thought it would be a good place to try and find himself. He's gotten a few suspicions because some of the girls who left in a week were talking about one of the older men who regularly had a shift being weird and trying to touch them. He actually signed the rules and read through them and still does sometimes

Amy: her heartbreak of sonic not reciprocating her feelings became too much to bear so she seeked help but was the first to realize that this place was basically hell and does not help in any way she also reads through the rules when she's bored and found some loopholes and stuff to spend time with

Knuckles: his anger issues caused him to lash out at the wrong person which made him get admitted in through an ambulance where he tried to run away but was taken back in. He knows this is a bad place and is regularly kept it the blue room/freak out room. Since he was admitted on a whim he never got to sign the rules nor has he read them

Shadow: the grief of losing Maria was too much for him so through Sonic's recommendation he came here and landed in the 2.1 trauma station with everyone else. He doesn't have any suspicions yet but is wary and alert of what might come. Just like tails he read and signed the rules

[wenwenbittercake]

The Velvet Snare 🔥🦌🔥🦌🔥🦌🔥

🦌✨Chapter 1: The hunter’s prey✨🦌

(Warning: Blood, injury, hinting of cannibalism. All in all Sukuna stuff. Y/N in the story have a female's body and addressed as she/her.

Sukuna x deer reader)

    Loud echo booms in the once peaceful forest. The birds scurry away out of fear, from the loud unnatural disturbance in the forest. The lush greenery and the beaming morning sunlight that passed through trees. A perfect scenery for a gleeful hunt. A hunt for no other than Lord Sukuna himself.

“My lord, I’m impressed how fatigue hasn’t reach you yet.” Said one of the devoted flowers of Lord Sukuna’s cult that clearly looks exhausted said as he gallops along side lord Sukuna who strides through the thigh foliage with bare feet.

Not breaking a sweat as he jumps over fallen logs and obstacles along the way. His laugh booms in the forest after hearing the follower’s comment.

“You should have stayed back in the manor if you can’t accompany me for long.” Sukuna’s pace doesn’t faulter, not caring for the follower that wobbles along from a distance on his horse.

The horse too heaves with exhaustion. For a split second, Sukuna felt empathy for the creature who is forces into the journey by its rider. Yet that empathy is replaced by a sick joy after seeing the exhausted panic look on the rider, who clearly couldn’t keep up with the horse’s speed.

“Not at all my lord, I insist to necessitate you with every need, including the needs that might occurs during your hunt, my lord.”

Sukuna cringe at the follower’s words. How a part of himself felt disgusted by the blind followings of these cult members.

“What if my need is of blood that this hunt can’t satisfy? Will you dutifully present yourself to me?” His last words emphasized with a deep rumbling in his chest. Sending the message clear enough for the follower to advert his gaze and fall slow behind lord Sukuna. Making his cackle at this.

Alone he travels through the thick forest. Deeper he descends into the abyss of trees and unkempt bushes. Only he can traverse these woodlands like his home. Only a beast can withstand the raw nature of it as the galloping of horses of his followers are left behind in a distance to stop. Only then Sukuna let out a deep sigh. Traveling through the woods with efficiency and slowness of a predator. Seeking its prey. The sounds of the forest amplify by tenth fold without the disturbing booming foots steps of his and the galloping of houses. Only now he can hear the sounds of water in a distance. The chirping of wild birds and the distance shifting of leaves from animals. Slowly the tread through the forest with experience. With a bow wielding in one hand with a quiver on his back. The intentions are clear of his role in the forest.

Suddenly, his sharp eyes catch a drift of golden fur. From a distance, a figure of a doe can be made out from its shadows and that fur. A soft majestic fur that he can imagine making into a fur pelt he could used to warm himself in the coming winters. The size of the doe. It’s the largest he has ever seen. He’s sure it’s a doe. Sukuna has hunted many does in the past and this one surely is a doe but even from a distance he can tell it’s the size of a stag. Without a waste of time, Sukuna draws his bow, with precise precision he let goes of his bowstring. A sharp woos can be heard and as soon as the doe heard it, it makes a run but it’s too late. Just missing by a few centimeters, the doe was shot to it’s leg instead of any vital organs. Sukuna wince at the realization that he missed the vitals. Hurting his pride of being the best archer that is ever known. He ready himself to hear the usual cries of a hurt doe but instead, a piercing scream of a woman emerge. Catching himself of guard for a moment. He walk over the bushes where the doe has fallen to find…… a crying women.

No not a woman. A half woman? A curse? He can’t be too sure but he can’t sense any curse energy from what ever this thing is. There lays a woman, her upper body, a woman, yet her lower two legs resemble a doe’s leg. Her feature somewhat resembles of a doe with her ears being of a doe’s ear. Her back and forearms covered in the fur of a deer. Sukuna kneels down in awe in front of the woman. His eyes never left hers as he unplucks the arrow that pierce her thigh. Not even as she cries out in pain in the process of doing so. He only wraps his large palm over her wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

The woman shivers in front of him. The losing of so much blood is catching to her. But mostly from fear. Those red eyes, only a demon could posses so much of them. All four of them, wide and looking into her with so much curiosity and intense hunger that even she can’t understand. And his smile. He smiles with intent, exposing all of his sharp canines and he drools. He drools as if his most desire meal is right in front of him. The man’s…no this beast’s palm that holds tight on y/n’s thigh to stop the bleeding felt more possessive and ill intent than to save her. She felt as if she has unintentionally got herself wind up in the clutches of a predator.

“I mean no harm.”

The deep gravel voice of the beast doesn’t convince Y/N as her vision blurred up. In the darkness behind her eyelids, she could only pray for death as it would be a mercy compared to whatever this beast wants from her waking self.

(Thank you for reading my work. I would like to apologies for any grammatical error or any wording mistake as English is my second language. This isn’t the end as there will be more parts coming up. Please stay in tune by following me and press that notification bell. Your support means a lot to me. 💕💗💕💗💕✨✨✨)

Chapter 2 : The lion's den

Chapter 3: Hope induced by despair

(What Y/N saw before she fainted 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭)