#and process my own request lmao. and then leave again

[fingertipsmp3]

Not to be one of those people who complains but why are the two library books I reserved 3 weeks ago (as the first person in the queue mind you. And both of them are popular books with multiple copies available) still not ready

[midnightwriter21]

demon slayer hcs: the hashira men having a demon!SO that’s immune to sunlight pt.1

characters: fem!reader x rengoku, giyuu

PT 2 with Sanemi HERE

AN: the long awaited request is finally here!! sorry for the delay! im in college and finals week was crazy! but the semester is over and i'm ready to get back to it with a bunch of new content for you guys! <3

RENGOKU

when he comes home from a mission to find the house completely trashed and a trail of blood leading to the bedroom he freezes

his first thought is that you're dead

someone or something has broken in

and he wasn't here to protect you

immediately blames himself

and poor kyo just can't force himself to walk in the bedroom only to discover your broken bleeding body

his heart couldn't take it

its not until he hears movement and small noises of pain that he pushes the bedroom door open

only to discover you hiding in the corner of the room covered with a blanket

relief

until he pulls the blanket from your head to see what you've turned into

he doesn't react

doesn't talk

doesn't move

doesn't even breathe

just stares at you

until you manage to croak out his name

this snaps his mind into high gear

immediately thoughts of the young Kamado girl are running through his head

she has never hurt a human and seems to do just fine

and if you were going to harm him you would have done it already

quickly pulls you into his arms, making sure to avoid the sunlight peaking through the curtains and carries you to the bed to set you down

scribbles a note to the head of the corps to inform him of your condition

and spends the rest of the day and that night comforting and reassuring you because of what had to have been a traumatic night

a week or so passes

you fall back into your old routine of caring for the house

and its quite obvious that you're becoming depressed

no longer able to enjoy the warmth of the sun and being cooped up in the house for your own safety

it isnt until a young man wearing the head of a boar bursts headfirst through the window

breaking the glass, ripping down the curtains

with a "comin through!"

that you realize the sunlight doesn't harm you like it does to other demons

leave it to inosuke lmao

when kyo returns home from another mission around noon

imagine his surprise when his demon SO bursts through the front door into the sun

and into his arms

takes a minute for him to process that you're not burning up

"oh my god we have to get you inside NOW"

the poor man is having a heartattack

but then he sees your smile and hears your laugh for the first time since the attack

finally he's able to realize that the sun has no effect on you

and he's picking you up and swinging you around in a giant hug

i just know he gives the best hugs

i'd let him crush me to death in one

of course kyo is still sometimes crushed with guilt

he blames himself for your transformation in the first place

but the most important thing is that you're safe and happy again

GIYUU

why can't this man ever just be happy

when you don't show up at your usual meeting place with Giyuu in between missions he knows somethings up

he rushes to your home

and there you are

sitting on the steps in front of your house

covered in blood and in tears

it isn't until he gets closer that he realizes what has happened

he has no words

everyone that giyuu has ever loved has been taken from him

and he allowed himself to love you

thats why this has happened

blames himself even though it obviously not his fault

still not speaking he looks at the sky to see the sun

and then back at you

a demon

who isn't affected by the sunlight in the slightest

and isn't attacking him

and then he disappears

when he returns several hours later it's dark outside

and with him he's brought Shinobu and the Kamado siblings

one of which is a demon

Shinobu checks you over and determines that the blood you are covered in is indeed yours

but any wounds you had have already healed

Nezuko senses what you are but seems to know that you're docile and snuggles up to your side as a comfort

and Giyuu just watches quietly

when Nezuko has fallen asleep her brother picks her up giving you a sad smile before he leaves

Giyuu helps you stand and brings you inside

he runs a bath so you can clean urself off

and goes about cleaning the house which was destroyed during your attack

it isn't until you're in bed that Giyuu lays behind you, tugs you close to him, and speaks to you for the first time

"i am staying with you. and i WILL turn you back."

and those two sentences bring you all the comfort in the world

[m1ckeyb3rry]

i’m so excited for your request event eek!! :DDD if you ever get the time, maybe micheal kaiser, but like post marriage? :O

── AIRPORT VISIT

Synopsis: You pick up your husband from the airport, finally reuniting with him after his long trip abroad.

Event Masterlist

Pairing: Kaiser x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 1.5k

Content Warnings: married couple, lots of banter, talks about insurance??, kaiser hates blue lock but he has to secure the bag i fear 😔, probably ooc because this is an established relationship so he’s kind of sweet…consider it off screen development LMAO

A/N: hello my dear i’m so sorry this took me a sec to respond to!! kaiser is such a funky guy hehe i tried my best writing him in this type of scenario…i hope you like it 💖

Additional: part of my 500 follower event! see the event description and rules to make a request of your own. now closed!

The airport was colder than you had expected, and you wrapped the sweater you had stolen from Michael’s closet tighter around your shoulders, hiding the lower half of your face in it as you stared at the customs area. Your eyelids were heavy and threatened to droop shut entirely, but you had promised that you would come pick him up, and you didn’t want his first sight of you after almost a month to be you dozing off on your feet.

Shuffling over to a bench and suppressing a yawn when you realized it might still be a bit of time before he came out, you tucked your legs up next to you and leaned your head against the cool white wall beside you. Given the late hour, the airport was all but deserted, or at least as close to deserted as a place so constantly active could be. The steady drone of the air conditioning — which you wished they would turn down! — was mind-numbing, and despite yourself, you thought that it wouldn’t be so bad if you just closed your eyes for a moment. You wouldn’t sleep, you would only rest them so that you appeared cheery and bright when Michael finally arrived…

The next thing you knew, there was a hand on your shoulder, shaking you gently awake. You shot to your feet, panic shooting through you at the thought that you were being attacked or something, but when you realized your ‘assailant’ was none other than your dear husband, who you had spent hours waiting for, you relaxed.

“You should’ve just stayed home,” he said, clicking his tongue at you, reaching out to ruffle your hair. His bags sat by his feet, and yawning, you picked one up. “Hey, is that my sweater?”

“Mhm,” you said as you traipsed towards where you had parked your car. “I like this one. I can’t believe I haven’t taken it before.”

He made a face at you. “Stop stealing my clothes.”

“There’s nothing stopping you from taking my things, if you’re bristling at the unfairness,” you said, unlocking the car and opening the trunk, helping him heft his things into the back to hasten the process.

“No thanks. Your clothes are ugly; that’s why you always have to take mine, right?” he said, pressing the button so that the trunk would shut. You yawned again, blinking your eyes open and shut a few times to clear your vision, shaking your head as you did so.

“You’re the one who buys half of them, so what does that say about your taste?” you said. “Yours are just more comfortable.”

“I can start buying you men’s clothes instead, since you insist on wearing them all of the time,” he said, snatching the keys from out of your pocket and sliding into the driver’s side before you could protest.

“Well, but it’s not the same,” you said. “Also, what are you doing? The whole point of me coming to pick you up was so that you didn’t have to drive and all. Aren’t you tired?”

“I just slept for an entire plane ride,” he said. “I’m as energetic as Ness when he gets his hands on espresso. You, on the other hand, will probably crash this car if you’re allowed to drive it, and then we’d have to deal with insurance, so I’d really prefer it if you just get in the passenger seat and leave this to me, because our agent is a bitch.”

“She’s not that bad,” you said. 

“Every day that I don’t have to call her is a good day,” he said. “Now, are you coming, or should I just leave you here?”

You scoffed even as you ducked into the passenger seat and put on your seatbelt. “You should’ve left me behind. I could’ve caught a ride with Ness. I’m sure he’d be less mean about it.”

“Ha, ha,” Michael said. “That was so funny. Did you recently update my will to make yourself my sole benefactor? Because if so, you’re in luck. I just died. Died of laughter. I’m dead now, which means you’re a rich woman, Mrs. Kaiser.”

“Shut up, you overdramatic oaf,” you said.

“You’re so rude to the man who just made you wealthy,” he said, taking your hand and holding it to his lips as he pulled out of the airport parking lot. “I’m worth more than Ness. Don’t even joke about going with him again. He won’t give you anything when he dies. You’ll be left broke and unhappy.”

“Right, because your net worth is why I agreed to marry you,” you said. “No other reason.”

“That combined with my good looks and my amazing talent, I’m sure,” he said.

“Your humility was only a bonus,” you said. He dropped your hand and shot you a mock glare.

“Just remember who’s in control of this car! What if I crash it? Then you’ll regret everything!” he said.

“You’ll regret it more,” you said. “I’ll make you call the insurance agent.”

“What if I’m on my deathbed?” he said. “What if I’m bleeding out at the scene of the crash? What would you do then, huh?”

“I’d use your phone to call an ambulance, and I’d use mine to call the agent so that you could talk to her while we waited for help to come,” you said.

“Wow,” he muttered. “Cold. We haven’t seen each other in a month and this is how you’re treating me.”

“I did miss you,” you said, resting your temple against the cool glass of the window. “I wish you didn’t have to go all of the way to Japan every year to help out with that program.”

He sighed. “Believe me, if they paid even a dollar less, I wouldn’t. I hate those stupid Blue Lock bastards, and every time I have to interact with them, I lose ten years off of my lifespan. ”

“Oh, no,” you said. “Remind me when you’re about to run out completely. I’ll update your will, just in case.”

“Hilarious,” he deadpanned.

“Really, though, is there anyone you don’t complain about talking to?” you said. “At this rate, you’re not going to have very many years left at all. Will you leave me a widow so soon?”

He gave you a charming grin. “I like talking to you. That’s why I married you.

“Did those Blue Lock boys teach you about this kind of thing alongside soccer?” you said. “I don’t remember you being quite so smooth when you left. Was it Yoichi Isagi? You mentioned him a lot in your texts.”

“Y/N,” Michael said gravely. “I would strip naked, swim in a vat of acid, and then sleep with Don Lorenzo on a bed of nails before I would ever take advice from Isagi.”

“Poor Lorenzo,” you said, laughing at the mental image of what he was describing. “Why’d you throw him under the bus like that?”

“We took the same plane back from Japan,” he explained. “He had a layover here, so you could say he’s just a victim of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Jeez,” you said. “Alright, I get it. You just thought about me so frequently and fondly that you came up with these lines all on your own.”

“Exactly,” he said smugly. “I don’t need stupid Isagi to tell me how to impress you. Only I know how to do that, anyways, so why would I ask someone else for help?”

“Sorry for the suggestion,” you said as he pulled into the garage of our home. “And thank you for driving. If only your flight had been a little bit earlier! I really would have driven you back.”

“Next time,” he said, patting your head as he helped you out of the car. “Or I can call a taxi and you can just stay home from now on, so that neither of us are inconvenienced.”

“I wanted to do something nice for you,” you said with a pout, helping him bring his things inside. He smiled slightly, kissing your forehead with the utmost of delicacy.

“Just you being here is nice enough for me,” he said. “Don’t put yourself through so much trouble, okay? The knowledge that you’re waiting at home for me makes me happier than anything else ever could.”

“Okay,” you said reluctantly. “If you say so.”

“I do,” he said. “Let’s get you to bed now, alright?”

“You, too,” you said.

“I will, but on one condition,” he said.

“What?” you said.

“You take my sweater off,” he said. “It’s mine, seriously!”

“Looks like you’re sleeping on the sofa tonight, then,” you said.

“Y/N,” he whined, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing tightly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You have me now. Aren’t I much warmer and better than a sweater?”

“Hm,” you said. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“You guess so?” he said. “Fine. I guess I’ll just see myself back to Japan, then.”

“Don’t do that,” you said. “It’s too cold without you here, and lonely, too. I’ll even take the sweater off if you’ll stay.”

“You’re so unfair,” he said. “How am I supposed to say no to you? You can keep the stupid sweater.”

“And you?” you said. He pinched your cheek affectionately.

“I suppose you can keep me, too.”

[spacesodaa]

I stumbled across your albedo avalanche fic and fell in love with your writing! I saw your requests were open and wondered if you would be happy to write one with aventurine and afab reader with a shot of angst? Perhaps they are working together and his love gets hurt?

Thank you so much for your works, BTW! ❤️❤️

Aww tysm!! I really appreciate you liked my writing 🥹 I had a lot of fun writing this, hope you like this as much as I do!

Aventurine x Reader - Back To You

Characters: Aventurine, Reader (afab)

Summary: Aventurine makes a risky move during a trade with some bandits and you get hurt in the process.

Warnings: blood, angst, hurt/comfort

A/N: not proofread lmao

Aventurine watched in horror as you dove in front of him, catching the dart in his stead. He had calculated that provoking his possible business partners coult result in violence, but apparently he was horrible at math because never in a million years would he have expected you to take the shot for him. Not because he didn't think you would be apathetic to dire situations, but because he didn't think he was worth the trouble.

That was a reoccurring theme in your relationship, you have always had to remind him he was worth every effort you put in, even though his convictions were hard to break.

Aventurine deftly caught you before you could hit the rocky floor of the cave. It had been a risky move to meet the group of men in an isolated place like this, but again he had failed to take into account you had insisted to go with him and it wouldn't have been just his sorry ass to end in trouble.

The men grinned at him, seemingly satisfied with the result of their actions.

"This serves as your warning. You better lower your head sigonian trash" one of them said, before they all turned their backs on him and exited the cave. Another one of the men stopped right in front of the entrance and flashed him a toothy smile, waving. He pressed a button, causing a large rumble to erupt from right above the entrance. A cascade of rocks descended loudly, blocking the only exit.

Aventurine sat there stunned. It was clear to him now, that their intent was never really to negotiate, but to hurt him. Either directly or indirectly. If only he had insisted to go alone, you wouldn't have been in his arms progressively going limp. Only god knew what the hell was in the dart you had been shot with, so he quickly pulled it out from your belly, leaving an unhealthy purplish entry wound.

He shifted you in his grip and lowered to the ground with you. He sincerely hoped his phone would work in such a remote place. He fished it from his pocket, quickly typing the password, only to realize the rocks blocked whatever flimsy signal could reach this remote place. There were in fact, no bars in the signal indicator.

"Damn it" he muttered.

"Kakavasha..." He almost jumped out of his own skin at the sound of your voice. Aventurine brought you closer to his chest, your forehead burned against the exposed skin of his neck.

"Yes?" He hesitantly answered.

"It's not your fault" always straight to the point you were, piercing through the ungodly amount of walls he had built and reading past the facade.

"You shouldn't have jumped in front of me" Aventurine replied "what if that was a real gun and not a dart one?"

"And let you...get poisoned...?" Your words were starting to get lower, your gaze struggling to focus on anything.

"Yes! I provoked them! I miscalculated everything!" You could feel his hands shake as he held you.

"So...you must...pay the price...yeah no" you smiled bitterly, although your lips felt numb.

"It should have been my life in the gamble, not yours" he said in a defeated tone "I don't deserve you throwing yours away for me" the last part was muttered, but you heard it nonetheless.

"But you do...and the choice...is mine" you tried to say it as determined as you could muster. If the world was going to shit you would throw it away to save him in a matter of seconds. No questions asked.

The blonde man couldn't utter another word, just as you couldn't convince him to have some self worth, he couldn't convince you to give up on him. You were ride or die and he couldn't change that, maybe that was for the best. You had enough love to love him for himself too.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck and held onto you for dear life, as if it could cure you and you could keep rising next to him in the morning. What would he do if he lost you? He would lose everything once again, because as much as he didn't want to admit it to others, you were his everything.

He was scared, terrified you would draw your last breath any minute now. You didn't seem to be in pain, but you did look miserable. Your breaths were shallow and your skin was burning and covered in sweat as your body shook slightly.

Aventurine could only hope someone would notice you were gone - who would even notice a sigonian was missing? Maybe Topaz? - and come looking for you. At least he had had the good sense to leave your meeting location with Topaz.

He waited and waited, watching you slip away as the time passed. You had long lost consciousness and he could barely feel your shallow breaths against his neck.

"Please don't go..." He pleaded, eyes burning.

Your body felt numb, with a weird fuzziness in the background. It was similar to those old cathodic tube screens when no signal was available. A new type of 'annoying' you wished you hadn't learned existed.

With a bit of effort you managed to open your eyes and you were met with an unfamiliar room, dimly lit. It had white walls and some cabinets against the wall in front of you. To your left was a window with blinds obscured but you could see some light spill through the cracks. On the same side, right next to the bed were an IV bag (that you quickly realized was stuck in your arm) and a bunch of monitors beeping along with your heartbeat. Finally your eyes landed to your right, where Aventurine sat on a chair. He was leaning on the mattress of the bed you were on, head on his arms, hair completely disheveled shooting in every direction. Contrary to what one would expect from being in such a position, he was fast asleep. Even when you scooted a bit to sit up he didn't move an inch, which would have been normal if you were to be at home, but the room liked like one from a private hospital. To be this heavily asleep he must have been exhausted.

You reached your hand and gently smoothed over the rebellious locks, before switching to bushing your fingers through them as delicately as you could as to not wake him.

This was a rare sight, making you equal parts upset that you had caused it and in awe at the display of vulnerability. Most of the time he was wide awake before you so this was one of the few times you were able to watch him sleep.

The door opened slowly, revealing Topaz poking her head in. You smiled, waved at her followed by a quick gesture to keep quiet then pointing to your sleeping boyfriend.

She nodded and fully entered the room, closing the door behind her right after.

"How are you feeling?" She whispered once she was standing at your left, eyeing curiously Aventurine.

"Weird. Fuzzy?" You attempted, keeping your voice low. Which wasn't that hard because your throat was dry as hell so you couldn't talk as loud even if you tried.

"Yeah, we were told to expect something like this. The poison they used on you progressively numbs the body. We were lucky you were still breathing when I finally got to you two" she explained.

"I remember the dart. What happened after?" You asked, still petting Aventurine's hair.

"I don't know the details, but I found you two stuck in a cave and Aventurine was clutching onto you for dear life" Topaz said "I don't think I've ever seen him that terrified.

You frowned, knowing what you did, it was not hard to deduce his line of thought. He had lost so much and he had almost lost you.

If you hadn't jumped in front of him, it would have been him in your conditions and you couldn't bear the thought of that either.

"What did you guys end up doing with those 'clients'?"

"You mean the ones you two were meeting?" You hummed in response "I have no idea, Aven dealt with them a few days ago"

"Wait- a few days ago? How long have I been aslep??"

"About a week. I have never seen him leave this room more than a few minutes" she pointed to the man, who was still blissfully unaware. No wonder he was sleeping like a log.

Suddenly her phone started ringing and both of you cringed at the loud sound. Topaz quickly answered it and bolted out of the room.

The loud ringtone seemed to have been enough to disturb your boyfriend's sleep, as he let out a raspy groan in protest. You brushed his bangs away from his face and that got his attention. His head shot up, meeting your soft gaze and endearing smile.

"Y/n?" He asked, as if he couldn't believe you were there.

"Yes baby, I came back to you" he barely let you finish speaking before he bolted out of the chair to engulf you into an emotionally charged hug, a hand behind your shoulders and the other buried in your hair at the base of your neck.

"...I thought I had lost you for good" he muttered shakily "you wouldn't wake up..."

"I'm sorry to have worried you so much" you frowned, the conflictint feelings coming back full force.

"But you're going to do it again, aren't you?" He said it in a tone that was half amused and half utterly exasperated.

"Without a second thought. As much as you refuse to believe it, to me you're the world" you replied, gently prying him away from you to look at his face. You cupped his cheeks and watched intently as if you were trying to commit every detail to memory. Aventurine was simply lost in your eyes as you did, thinking of how a few hours ago he had thought he would never see them again.

You pressed a kiss to his lips, which he welcomed readily.

"Baby, you are so pale" you said, worried.

"Am I?" He cocked his head slightly "I haven't slept a wink aside from before" he chuckled, but it sounded tired. Now that he knew you were going to be okay the exhaustion was starting to take over once again.

"Why don't you cuddle with me? You can sleep and hold onto me, I won't go anywere" you smiled softly at him as you pulled him down onto the mattress with you. It didn't really take that much coaxing and soon he had his face buried into your plump chest as he held you from your middle.

"I love you" he muttered before falling asleep.

"I love you too"

[tokiwarcube]

Here’s another fun request if you want but headcanons for the boys on who’s cool with eating and drinking after an s/o? Who loves to share everything and who’s not as into it? Personally I only share with someone I’m dating but I won’t with friends whereas one of my friends doesn’t care at all who she shares with.

This was a really fun one to think about! Silly domestic things like this are my weakness... even though it left me with a severe craving for fries and a shake LMAO Below the cut -- Enjoy! 🦇🖤🦇

Nathan Explosion

Totally fucking exasperated when the boys try to steal his shit (can you fucking not?) although they rarely even attempt it in the first place. He doesn’t freak about the germs, or about food insecurity, it’s moreso a thing of “why the fuck are you doing this when you can have your own?” He will be tossing hands back to their owners, and pushing people back by the forehead.

He might throw a fry to Toki once in a blue moon, but it’s very much a give-a-mouse-a-cookie situation, because now everybody wants one, and now he’s asking for a sip of his shake, and can God give him a fucking break for once?

He’s better with you, but again, he’s more liable to just ask for another of whatever he’s got so you can have your own. He might reflexively bat your hands away if you try to get sneaky with it, though.

He rarely even thinks about asking for some of whatever you’re having — if he wanted that, he would have ordered that. Simple as. Although, he won’t turn down a bite if you offer.

Pickles the Drummer

He has absolutely no problem with sharing — he only defends his shit from the boys because he knows they’ll take everything otherwise, and even then, he’s relatively lax. The most they’ll be met with is a simple “dude, seriously?” But in one on ones, (or if his plate is only accessible by one or two other people,) he doesn’t mind some thievery; however, this also means that the other person’s plate is completely fair game as well.

This applies to drinks too. He thinks his blood alcohol content is high enough to kill any germs that he picks up in the process (false), and regardless, he’s done more disgusting shit than swap a bit of spit (true).

You, however, don’t even have to strike first. He’s stealing from you at all times. It could be the exact same dish, exact same drink, and he’ll do it anyways. If you leave your drink unguarded for even a second, he’s swiping it for a sip. If he catches you eyeing his plate, he’s nodding at it, and piling shit on your plate if you don’t take something at his prompting. Zero fucks given, genuinely.

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

He’s very vigilant about any thievery attempts from the boys, and is not afraid to stab at them with his fork. He hates the idea of swapping food-laden spit with any of the guys — hell, the one time Toki managed to steal a swig of his drink, he completely abandoned it for the rest of the night. He’s a walking petri dish, but yeah, this is where he draws the line. Go figure.

But you? Well, you’re different. He’ll throw a few snarky little quips your way if you ask for some, but he never actually denies you, or hails a waiter for another plate. Thing is though, he absolutely prefers to feed you bites himself. Hell, half the time he’s actually throwing his little remarks your way he’s got your jaw cradled in his hand to steady you, raising his fork to your lips. The boys are so sick of your asses.

The snarky remarks triple if you actually try stealing from him instead of asking.

He never asks for anything off of your plate, but he won’t turn you down if you offer. Sometimes he’ll steal a fry just to fuck with you, but that’s about it. He won’t even eat the damn thing half the time, he’ll just put it on his own plate and leave it there. And then give you shit when you go to take it back. Bastard.

Toki Wartooth

The most common target for food related thievery in Mordhaus, he defends his food with his life. It’s a battleground, and he will not be losing. (This is a lie — he loses with regularity.)

But actual sharing? Sharing he doesn’t mind! He might give a bit of back-talk depending on his mood, but if he actually likes what the other person has, he won’t complain much. (Skwisgaar is an exception to this, and he flat-out refuses to share anything with him — not that he ever asks, mind you. He’s hoping he asks someday, just so he can turn him down.)

You, however, have free reign at all times. Bonus points if he actually gets to feed you a bite of whatever he’s having — it strokes a very specific part of his ego. Double bonus points if you feed him bites off your own platter.

If he’s trying something new and he ends up liking it, he’ll always offer you a taste.

He asks for a bite of whatever you’re having damn-near every time you’re snacking on something, and what he is not given, he will steal. He’s weirdly adept at it, too — blink for a second, and you’ll be missing a bite of whatever you’ve got in your hands. He always makes up for it with a quick kiss to your temple afterwards, though. You should be upset on principle, but with the way his mustache tickles you, you can’t keep up the act. Damn.

William Murderface

He raises a huge fuss about food-thievery and sharing, but secretly, he doesn’t mind at all. Sharing food is a very secret love language of his, even if he doesn’t act like it in front of the guys. He whines and groans about it any time they ask, all the way up until they’re just about to retract the offer, and then he’ll acquiesce.

You are no exception to this behavior. Although over time, he becomes accustomed to saving a bite or two for you off the bat. Might even pile some on your plate if he notices you aren’t reaching for some yourself. He’ll still groan about sharing if you ask verbally, but the point remains: he is sharing. Best not to mention it, genuinely.

This goes both ways though, and absolutely expects you to share as well. He might steal a bite or two for the thrill of it, but he much prefers to have it offered to him. Silently, preferably. Just. Put some of whatever you’re having on his plate. He’ll swoon.

[xoxochb]

hi hi saw ur post abt wanting requests so i thought i'd send one in! no pressure at all <3

so jason grace x childhood friend reader where they meet again after he loses his memories, and the reader helps him remember a few of his earlier memories ? could have some romance 😖 ahh no pressure tho lmao

⋆·˚ ༘ * I envy the leaves that grow from the trees, they’re all so carefree

warnings: this doesn’t entirely follow the hoo timeline, so after the quest in tlh he’s brought back to camp jupiter. I also do not remember how camp jupiter works so I made my own rules and stuff

pairing: jason grace x childhood best friend

oh how you missed your best friend. the one you grew up with, the one you knew since you were six, the one who helped you through your claiming, the one who knew everything about you, the one who saw you through all of your embarrassing phases, the one who was a son of jupiter

not a day goes by where you don’t think about your sweet jason grace. where had he gone?

he had been missing for a month- a very long month at that. you missed him dearly, you didn’t have many friends at camp jupiter. maybe a few people you’d occasionally have a catch-up chat with, but no real, true friends, none like your lovely son of jupiter best friend

you would’ve done anything to see his blond hair or ocean blue eyes again

the same questions run through your mind every day since his disappearance: why did he leave? was he captured? did he leave because of you? where did he go? where is he?!

the only way you could ever make these thoughts leave your mind was when the boy who you’re worried about was beside you, using a gentle tone to whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you drift off to sleep

but he wasn’t here so the thoughts never leave your mind, you’re practically drowning in them at this point, but how couldn’t you worry?

as you lay on your bed in a state of loneliness you hear faint voices outside, and then a knock to your cabin door. you discard your stuffed wolf in your arms and make your way to your door, opening it quickly

“reyna? what’s up?”

she sighs before answering “he’s back”

your eyes widen and your more alert “what? where?”

“in the infirmary, but let me warn you he’s lost most of his memories…” she trails off

“how did this happen? do you know where he went? actually- do you know anything yet?”

a million new questions to drown in, hooray!

“no, but if you’d like you can visit him”

that’s all you need to hear before rushing to the infirmary, almost running into a few people in three process

when you arrive you find him immediately and run over to his side, a few single tears falling in the process

when his eyes meet yours with the same look he gave you many moons ago you think reyna was lying about his memory loss. he seemed to know who you were, or were you just making yourself believe he did because you didn’t want him to forget you?

he grabs your hand and you snap out of your thoughts, “I missed you. you were the only person I had any memory of, I prayed everyday to see you again”

so he did remember you? forget that- you’ve got questions

“where were you? I was scared to death!” you snatch your hand away

he frowns, “I- I don’t know… I woke up on this bus and I couldn’t remember anything, but I knew you. faintly though, most things are a blur still. I went to this camp for greek demigods, camp half-blood, then I went on a quest and I came back here. that’s the short version, unless you want the long version”

“not now” you sigh “I’m sorry”

“what’re you apologizing for?” he asks

“I don’t know, I was worried about you, I was scared. I didn’t know if I’d even see you again, that’s horrifying. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you never came back” you begin to tear up again

he takes your hand again, more gentle this time, scared you’ll snatch it away, “I’m here aren’t I?”

“yes…” you break eye contact

“exactly. we’ve got some catching up to do”

🍂

“how much do you remember about me?”

“at first or now?”

“both”

the first thing to welcoming jason back to camp was reviving his memory, and since you’ve known him the longest you were assigned to the task

you first asked him for a longer version of his story so you can catch up on what he’s been doing while he was gone, then you ask him about you

“at first it was only your appearance, I could only see your face, that’s all I knew, but then I kept having these weird dreams, or flashbacks, I think they were. they all consisted of you, and the more they came the more I knew about you, I learned your name, how we knew each other and stuff like that. I remember a few random things about you too like your favorite things and just miscellaneous facts and flashbacks about us”

good gods of olympus

“well I’m going to help you remember more, follow me!” you grab his hand and drag him off your bed to various places throughout camp

the north bridge where you had made an oath to always be together, the infirmary where you both had been laying for various nights after you got badly injured, and many other places, but then it came to the last stop. It was the flower field where he kissed you the night before he went missing

“it still looks the same as the last night” he says

“I made sure the ceres’ kids took good care of it incase you ever came back” you blush when you recall the reasoning behind it

“I didn’t know you cared so much about flowers” he jokes

“I don’t”

“then why do you care if the flowers look good?”

“do you ever wonder why I was the only person you remembered?”

he turns to you, seeing you already turned to him, a very small space between the two of you

“all the time. answer my question now”

“so I could recreate the last night we had together”

“are you going to? or are you going to keep talking?”

the first option, obviously. you would choose it in a heartbeat.

and that’s just what you did- you pull him in for a very long-awaited kiss under the moonlight in the flower field, the same as the last night, except this time it was even more special than the first

[vtoriacore]

✧ irresistibility, in all its forms

note: im fucking delusional but i am free !!! that fucking vil v leona poll is ruining my life and this is the outcome. this is both romantic and reads like a pwp except it isn't pwp lmao

warning: gn!reader, n$fw-ish(?) nothing explicit just some heavy makeout hehe

synopsis: when the already intense scene rehearsal turns into something else.

reblogs much appreciated, ily y'all 💓💞

"C'mon Schoenheit . . . Not one for intense make out scenes? And here I thought I've finally bewitched you," you were aware your lopsided, playful grin would only irritate him further than he already was. And by the way his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, you already knew you won.

"Don't flatter yourself dear, you're letting the ego get to your head," the blonde muttered underneath his breath, leaning in closer until your lips were nearly touching. Your grin only widened as your hands snaked around his neck slowly, index fingers moving along his throat and tracing the outline. Even from the way he shivered under your touch, you could tell he was enjoying this way more than he was letting on.

"You won't be saying that when I kiss you senseless," you brought your lips to his earlobe, before biting down gently. Vil wouldn't ever admit it, but the simple act made his heart violently thrum against his chest. It was near impossible to not fully give into you then and there.

"You're awfully cocky for someone making all the moves on me," he rasped out, pressing his body flush against yours until you felt the coldness of the wall behind you seeping into your very skin, a pleasant contrast to the warmth emitting from his flushed up form.

"Mmh? With the way you're going against me I'd say otherwise," your right hand nestled itself into his beach blonde hair, pulling the strands gently until his head tilted back to expose the skin of his neck. With no hesitance, you started to place open-mouthed kisses at his jaw until you went further down his neck, feeling his adam's apple bob at every touch.

"This better not . . . Better not leave any marks. We need to be ready for filming by tomorrow," Vil sighed out, biting his rosy bottom lip to try and conceal any noises of satisfaction threatening to leave his throat. And by the Great Seven was it hard to keep to himself in this very moment - how could he possibly have any self restraint for the real scene?

"You know, this might just be my favourite scene from the entire thing," you pulled away to gaze into his lavender eyes, finding it absurdly hot with how they tried to stray from your lips to no avail. There was simply something more to the way he found it so difficult to focus on anything other than you, and god damn did it make you feel overwhelmed.

"Of course you'd say that," with a hard swallow, Vil finally managed to breathe again, but he'd honestly prefer not to if it meant taking you up on that offer of 'kissing him senseless'. It wasn't his fault you were so effortlessly enticing, and so damn good at navigating his mouth. Could anyone blame him for wanting you all over him when you simply worked magic of your own?

"I'm delighted you know me so well. Now come even closer," you didn't bother hiding the want in your eyes, not that you needed to either way as Vil was more than happy to oblige to your request by slotting his lips against yours, no doubt smudging his deep rosy lip tint in the process. You wasted no time in biting the flesh of his bottom lip, feeling him groan in response and with the way his grip on your waist tightened, you were positively sure it was going to leave some marks from his nails - not that you minded, of course.

"Go rougher, this pace won't do," Vil briefly pulled away, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded as he clicked his tongue lightly.

"Is that an invitation for something more?"

"Only if you want it to be," your eyes widened momentarily, caught so off guard you couldn't respond.

"Is that all it gets to render you speechless?" you knew the taunt was designed to reel you in further, and you weren't one to shy away from directly catching the bait.

"If you want this to go further, ask me for more and I'm yours," you grinned after regaining your composure, taking pleasure in the way Vil scoffed with a roll of his eyes before adjusting his hold on you, hand now travelling up the side of your clothed body.

"Tempting offer . . . All mine, you say? I suppose there's no harm indulging you this once, please, allow me to be yours as well," you both dived back into the kiss.

[hermannco]

No a request per se but I'd love to hear more about your TF OCs, if there's anything you'd like to share!

I have a lot to share! I will separate them on two main Locations bcs thats where they lump the most storytelling wise. I am mostly taking IDW runs as inspo (I am not confident enough to make my own timeline yet, although that can come with time.) (Might do a lot of changes bcs Skybound is VERY YUMMY)

BTW a lot of spots are missing for a full crew and what not but I will probably fill the as I need them lmaO

OC info and ART bellow

BATROS STATION:

Batros is an outpost with a bit of a tricky reputation. Located in Gevret planet. Originally built as a vacation spot it is now a mix between a medical facility and a inn. This Autobot outpost welcomes most but prioritizes autobots. An interesting amount of Autobot rookies come from Batros. Whether is necessity, curiosity ,or thankfulness; it seems to happen more often than not, and they leave with a shiny new badge.

On the other side, rumor has it among Decepticons that this is the new Institute. This is where they take you if you are about to be processed. The lucky ones get moved to prison, if you are unlucky however you will leave with a new personality, never to be recognized again.

Security

Atrius

Medical team.

Dop-L

Station and Repair.

Heliglade

Lucky

Wick

ORBITAL OMEN:

Orbital Omen or OO it is one of the many Decepticon warships. The OO however, has the task of finding, cleaning and prepping planets for the arrival of miners or harvesters.

The OO is one of the pinnacle decepticon warships that are not in the resourcehog known as Earth, as they are dedicated to expand the Decepticon Empire. Its reach planet to planet.

Detecting the OO is a priority to the Autobots, as stopping the terraformer warship will make sure more innocent planets aren't ravaged into extinction.

Captain 1:

#1 Ordained by Megatron to Cocaptain with Striker (i know there are typos here)

Captain 2:

STRYKER

TBD

Science Team

TBD

1st wave Team: Recognizance and subterfuge.

Siege Taw

Double Tap

and then there is Reset who is going a rewrite and maybe a redesign we will see

And thats it, thank you for coming to my lirycal spiritual Transformers talk

[frenziedslashers]

Hey, so I saw that you had requests open for TWD stuff on your Daryl post! I LOVED that fic so much! I read it last night and oh my lord, you write for Daryl so well! It felt like I could picture him right in front of me with how well you captured him. He wasn't ooc at all!

Anyways, I was wondering if you could write a part two? Maybe Reader stays with Daryl while he is in the kingdom and they find Carol together. Maybe reader stays with her and she picks up on the signs and tells the reader to get tested to see if she's pregnant 👀 Sorta just want a fic where Daryl has a baby <3 And I feel like you could write that super well! If you are uncomfortable with this request feel free to ignore this! Thank you for the beautiful fic last night 🙏 I will be reading it again now.

Baby, It's Okay

Pt. 1; I Love You, and I Don't Say It Enough{smut}

A/N: Ahh I am so glad that people like it! I wasn't sure if people would be too into it lmao. I had the idea, but I wasn't sure haha. Glad that you think I wrote him pretty in character too! I was a bit worried lmao. Apologies if this isn't that well written. I have been struggling with words lately.

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warning: AFAB!Reader, She/her pronouns used, pregnancy,

REQUESTING INFO || TWD MASTERLIST

Carol reached over to hand you one of the apples that Ezekiel had brought for the two of you. A soft smile on her lips. "So, you and Daryl," she motioned to her own neck with a smirk. You swore you couldn't feel any hotter at the moment. Hands reaching up instinctively to feel your neck, even though you knew you wouldn't be able to feel the hickeys she was motioning to.

She only laughed softly, shaking her head with a sigh. "Don't worry, I get it. I'm just glad he has you," You chuckled softly, nodding. "Yeah, I am too. He treats me better than anyone I've ever dated in the past," "he better. Or else he'll be dealing with me." She commented and you snickered, rolling your eyes with a soft sigh. Carol had always been yours and Daryl's number-one supporter. She was always there when one of you needed advice. Though it was mostly you that went to her, Daryl would occasionally ask or wait for advice from her. She was pretty good at reading when he needed some.

"I'm glad that we found you out here. Daryl doesn't want me in The Kingdom in case they find him. He knows Negan and his men will probably come looking for me next in order to teach him a lesson." You added with pursed lips at the thought of it all. "So he thought me being here would be better. Plus, then neither of us is alone." She smiled at your words. Reaching across the table to hold your hand. "I asked to be alone here, you know?" Your smile was quick to fade at that. Looking her over cautiously, hoping that you didn't say the wrong thing. Or that you weren't intruding. "But I wouldn't ask for anyone else to break those rules than you and Daryl." You chuckled, giving her hand a light squeeze. "We're thankful, Carol. I'll try my best not to be a burden."

You tried not to get in her way for the next few days. Daryl coming to visit the both of you every night and leaving back for The Kingdom or Hilltop in the morning. Promising to return later that night. He always came back, too. You and Carol both knew he wouldn't stay long, though. He loved you, but he had to keep moving. Keep helping the groups prepare for the fight against the Saviors.

"Are you all right?" Her voice was hardly audible as you held your head in your hands. You had just thrown up again, the third time that morning. Carol frowned as she looked you over. "Honey, do you feel all right?" She asked, coming to sit beside you. When you finally processed what she was asking, you nodded. "Yeah, just feeling nauseous is all. I don't know what's going on." "Morning sickness?" You froze at those words. It couldn't be.

You shook your head, dropping your hands to look over to Carol. "What? No, it can't be, I..." You were about ready to tell her that you and Daryl had used protection, but thinking back to it. You hadn't. He'd came inside you and that was that. "I.." you stammered again, the realization of it all finally setting in. "Hun, relax, everything will be okay." She assured you. Reaching out to place her hands on top of yours once more. "But what if he doesn't..?" tears were pricking your eyes. Unable to finish the question as dread set in. "Look at me, Daryl won't be mad at you. This is just as much his fault as yours. He might be a little scared at first, but he won't be mad. He'll love you and the baby if you are pregnant. I know he will." She smiled, and you nodded. She was right.

You both sat there quietly for a moment or two before she let out a sigh of her own. "I can go into The Kingdom today. Get you a pregnancy test to make sure. No use telling him just to find out you're getting sick 'cause of stress. Don't wanna put any ideas in that head of his." She spoke and the both of you chuckled. Nodding your head while sniffling. "Thank you, Carol." "Anything for my favorite couple."

It wasn't long before you had the test in hand. Staring at it with anxious eyes as you waited for the stick to decipher your future for you. To your disfavor, it was positive too. Frowning with a sigh as you tried to rake your brain for a way to tell Daryl. How would you? Maybe you could just wait it out, and he'd notice. Or wait until you were further along to be sure you would stay pregnant and nothing would happen to the baby. God, what if something happened to it? You were so overwhelmed, holding the test in your hand while entering the house again. Staring down at it while your feet led you to where Carol last was.

"Darlin', everythin' okay? What's the matter?" your head snapped up in a panic. Wide eyes stared back at Daryl who was now standing in the kitchen with Carol. You held your breath, hoping that she would say something to get you out of this situation. But when you looked over at her she was sneaking into the other room. Neither of you expected him to be back for another few hours, so you were both surprised by his arrival.

Your mouth opened to say something, but no words came out. A tear rolling down your cheek while you stared back at your lover. You didn't know what to say without scaring him away. You had a feeling that whatever you said or did would send him out the door, never to come back. Even if you knew that he wouldn't leave you. So, when he approached you with worried eyes, you extended your arm to hand him the test.

He was quick to reach out for it. Grabbing and inspecting it. It took a moment of looking it over and finally, he read over the words on it. Finally realizing what was going on.

Daryl's worried brows relaxed as reality set in. Blinking while he stared blankly at the test. If anything, this felt worse than him pushing you to the side and bolting out the door.

"Is this.." He pursed his lips, eyes flickering up to yours and then back to the test. "Is it mine?" The fact he even asked that made you frown. Nodding your head with sad eyes. "Yes it's yours, why would you even ask that?" He only gave you a shrug in response. Trying his best to figure out how to feel about the situation. He was happy, hell. He'd never felt so excited about the thought of kids! He just wasn't prepared for it. Nor was right now the time for you two to be worrying about a baby. It was already a lot making Sure Maggie and her baby stayed safe. This would be a whole other ball game for Dixon.

"So, I'm gonna be a daddy, huh?" He asked, flashing you a half smile as if to assure you that he wasn't upset by the whole thing. You nodded, letting out a relieved sigh while sniffling, which caught his attention real quick. Though he smiled, you couldn't help but worry it was just so you wouldn't freak out. That was too late. Every bad thought you could have was already plaguing your mind. "If you want to, if you wanna leave me, I get it." It was his turn to frown. He hated that you thought he would leave you over this. It was his kid, why would he want to leave?

Daryl put the test in his pocket. Unsure what else to do with it. Living in the apocalypse he had a habit of shoving everything in his hands into his pocket. Once his hands were free he grabbed you to pull you close. Cradling the back of your head with his hand, kissing the side of your head with a hum. "Baby, it's okay. I ain't leavin' you. I just.." He pondered for the right words, and you clung onto his shirt. Trembling a little while you waited anxiously for what he would say.

"I just never thought I'd be able to be a dad. With the dead and all, plus. I just never supposed I'd be a good one." He told you, and you pulled back to look up at him. Reaching up to cup the side of his face. "Dar'," you called, and he sighed. Resting his forehead against your own. "You'd be one of the best fathers in the world. You've proved that with how you treat Judith and Carl, and how you watched over Beth... I was worried you wouldn't want it." He shrugged, smiling softly. "Well, it wasn't on my to-do list, but we can't really do anything else. I ain't leavin' you anytime soon, either. Not over no damn kid. I'll love you and them just fine." He muttered in assurance, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips and you giggled lightly. "I'm glad." He nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to your jaw. Sighing while his free hand came between the both of you to rest on your stomach. Forehead now resting on your shoulder. "Can we name 'em, Little Ass Kicker?" It was time for you to roll your eyes, sighing deeply at your lover. Which only seemed to make him smile more. "Daryl," he hummed, pulling back so his eyes met your own. "You aren't allowed to name the baby." He chuckled, sighing while pressing another kiss to your lips. "Alright, fine. You and Rick ain't no fun." And so that was that. Daryl knew about the baby, and everything was going to be all right. He would be sure of it. Or at least you hoped everything would be all right. As good as it could be in this fucked up world, anyhow.

You and Daryl had decided on keeping the baby between the two of you and Carol until the whole Negan situation was handled. Or until Daryl could find a safe place to keep you. Carol would get you the supplies you needed. Such as vitamins, and enough food to make sure you were somewhat healthy. Daryl would spend a lot more time with you, too. The further along that you got, the harder it was to get the hunter to leave your side.

Once Negan was somewhat stopped and finally imprisoned within Alexandria. You and Daryl finally told the group about what you were both expecting. It was like a weight was lifted off everyone's shoulders. Even if it was something that they would have never known until you were showing significantly. It was wonderful to hear the great news after stopping the Saviors for what you all hoped was for good.

Rick had pulled Daryl in for a hug. Smiling widely at his friend. "Never saw you as a father type," Daryl chuckled, shrugging. "Me neither." He spoke, looking over at you as you spoke with Maggie and a few of the others. Smiling and laughing as you talked about the big news. "Guess Abraham was right though, is nice thinking about settlin' down. 'Specially with 'er." Rick nodded, squeezing his friend's shoulder with a sigh. "I'm happy for you. If you two ever need anythin', you just give me a holler. Got it?" Daryl nodded, keeping his eyes on you. Smiling when you glanced over and waved at him. "Thank you, Rick." "Anything for family."

It was a little weird having Daryl at your beckon and call at all times of the day. Once he was finally able to feel the baby, you were done for. Privacy was a thing of the past and Daryl couldn't get enough of you. He had to have his eyes on you at all times. Making sure that you were safe and okay, that nothing would happen to you or your baby. He'd never forgive himself if anything happened.

When he did have to leave your side. Michonne or Carol, sometimes both of them, would be with you. Helping you and giving you the time away from your lover that you needed.

"I don't think I've ever seen him stay in Alexandria this long, he's always going on runs and doing something" Michonne stated. "Well, he's got a baby to take care of now," Carol spoke with a smile, and you chuckled, sitting back in your chair with a sigh. "Well, he's driving me crazy." You huffed, a hand resting on your stomach while you looked between the two women. "I love him, but god. He's been a lot, lately." You laughed, and they laughed with you. "Give him a break, he's just trying to do what he thinks is best for you and your guys' little one." You nodded, shrugging. "Yeah, I guess you're right." "I'm always right," Carol spoke, and the three of you laughed once more.

When Daryl came back from his hunt later that night, you were already asleep. Michonne was passed out on the couch downstairs with a book in her hand. Carol back in her own house. He smiled faintly at the woman on the couch, thanking her silently in his head and reminding himself to do so later when they were both awake. She nor Carol didn't have to stay with you, but they did, and he appreciated that more than either of the women knew.

When he made it to the room he cleaned himself up, first. Showering to get all the blood and grime off himself before climbing in bed with you. His hand instinctively came to rest on your stomach while he curled up beside you. Kissing your shoulder with a sigh. "Hey," you muttered, and he smiled. He should have known you would have woken up. "Hey," he spoke back. Both of you lay there for a moment before you spoke again. "You get anything good today?" You spoke groggily and he shrugged. "Nah, not really." He lied, but you believed him. Cozying up next to him with a hum. "Better luck next time," you muttered, and he nodded. "Yeah," he mumbled, kissing the side of your head.

Daryl didn't want to tell you that he actually did hit the jackpot out on his run today. Not only did he have a deer hanging in the garage to butcher later on. But he also found you some stuff. Some clothes for the baby, some baby food, and even a set of rings for you and him. Or at least he hoped the ring would fit you, if not he'd put it on a necklace for you. He had never asked you to marry him, and everyone already assumed that you were both married if they weren't a part of your original group. Hell, even the original group considered you both to be spouses, so why not make it official with rings? It may not actually be official, but to Daryl, and hopefully yourself, it would be.

Daryl never knew that he would ever be married to the love of his life. Let alone having a pup with them. He'd never been happier with the idea. Smiling softly at the thought of the baby being born. Being able to hold both of you. Being able to teach it how to hunt and track. He had to chew on his bottom lip to hide back the wide grin that threatened to show. Watching you sleep while rubbing your stomach. He'd never felt more normal in his life than now, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let anyone take this away from him. Not Negan, not the dead, no one could hurt his family. Not on his watch.

Not now, not ever. He'd be sure of it, too.

You hoped that he would lay off being protective after the baby was born, and he knew it. But truth be told, Daryl knew he'd only get worse as time went on. The moment he held the little one in his arms, and realized what you both had made. How precious it was and perfect. This little bundle of joy that brought hope for the future. Your future. You'd both just have to grow to live with it because he'd never let either one of you out of his sight. Not in a million years.

"Daryl, we aren't having any more kids," you'd tell him, but Carol was right. Back when she mentioned not to tell him until you knew it was certain you were pregnant. Because even just the thought of a baby might give him ideas, and right now. The thought of having more kids with you after this one got old enough for you both to care for another baby. God, it was definitely giving him ideas.

[hopelesswrites]

Eddie Munson using prompts 9-20-21?

Thanks for requesting! Using prompts 20 and 21!

“Ill take care of you”

“Tell me if it feels good”

Eddie eating you out for the first time, lmao.

-

Eddies lips trailed down your neck, sucking and kissing all the right spots that sent shivers and tingles through your body. This is the furthest you had gone with your new boyfriend and frankly you were nervous. You hadn’t done anything with anyone else before, Eddie was completely your first and he knew it. He vowed to go as slow as you needed and he was a true gentleman about it, never touching you without your full permission, never letting makeout sessions get too heated without checking you were okay.

And as if on queue Eddies head popped up in front of you, just as you were getting into it.

“Is this okay?” He asked giving your cheek a quick kiss.

“Y-yes, more than okay” You answered pulling him down for another kiss. Eddie moaned into your mouth in protest and pulled away again.

“Baby we need to stop now” He said out of breath.

“Why?” You asked confused.

Eddies eyes looked down to the bulge forming in his pants. “Can’t get carried away” He laughed.

Before you could process the words coming out of your mouth you spoke. “I want to get carried away, I’m ready.”

Eddies eyes roamed your face, searching for any doubt, he was way too protective.

“Eddie, please, I want this.”

Eddie leaned down and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. “If you’re sure”

“I am”

Eddie smiled down at you, “Okay, ill take care of you, I promise”

Without hesitation Eddie continued to kiss your neck, trailing down to your chest while his hands roamed your waist, squeezing for reassurance.

“Tell me to stop at any time, please”

You rolled your eyes starting to get impatient, the ache between your thighs hadn’t gone away since you started and it was getting harder to ignore.

Eddies mouth continued down your stomach as he pushed your shirt up, bra just peaking out but his attention was further south. He continued his tortuous tease to the waistline of your pants, fingers gently stroking the bare skin before he popped the button of your jeans revealing a small patch of your underwear. Eddies fingers slowly pulled your pants down as his lips came into contact with your clothed cunt, only leaving very quick kisses.

“Eddie stop teasing” You moaned out, bucking your hips in an attempt to get more friction. Eddie only chuckled as he leaned up, eyeing your blissed out face.

“Will you let me work my magic?”

You scoffed at that, “Your magic is too slow” Trust Eddie to make jokes at this time.

“My magic is just fine, you haven’t experienced it yet, now lay back and quit interrupting”

Eddie returned to between your thighs, kissing up one and down the other, giving everywhere but your throbbing heat attention. You squirmed and moaned with need, a reaction you were slightly humiliated by but didn’t want to prolong Eddie any further so kept it to yourself.

“Tell me if it feels good, hmm?” Eddie spoke before licking a strip up your clothed cunt, the contact surprising you.

He continued to massage your bud through your panties with his tongue, saturating the fabric with his saliva and your own juices.

The sensation was foreign. The ache remained, in fact it grew stronger but there wasn’t enough stimulation to feel any kind of relief for it. You continued to squirm under your boyfriend in search for that relief.

“Eddie-more please” You sighed

Slowly he pulled your panties down, the air against your now exposed heat sending chills throughout your body, little bumps littering your arms and legs.

Eddie wasted no time wrapping his lips around you and sucking, rotating between licking and sucking causing an eruption of pleasure inside you. This was what you were searching for, Eddies mouth moved expertly to bring you to your release, the coil twisting impossibly tight in your stomach. You panted heavily as you began to move along with his mouth, helping bring yourself to your own orgasm, and Eddie let you, mesmerised by the sight of you enjoying yourself so much.

It was the vibrations of a low moan Eddie let slip out that sent you over the edge, white pleasure coursing through your body, your ears ringing as you rode out your high.

“Fuck baby” Eddie panted, out of breath, you felt movement but your vision was yet to come back to you so you blindly felt around for your boyfriends face pulling him down for a kiss, tasting your own release on his lips.

“Did that feel good?” Eddie sighed into your mouth.

“Do you really have to ask?” You replied, earning a chuckle from the man above you.

“No but I felt obligated to”

[baratiddyappreciator]

Hello, I hope this request isn’t too much but can I get a hc on how would Musashi react to s/o with a tragic past life? Thank you. 💕

Oh god I really can't write for this man lmao but I will try my best!

He's not going to ask questions if it's something he thinks you can't handle, but he's going to listen if you ever want to talk about it. Might take you a while to realize that he's kind of treating you like a scared wild animal. Not staring into your eyes (though he is looking at your face), sitting sorta sideways compared to you. You are fully within your right to get upset at him, because that is not normal behaviour

He does mean well by it, he just doesn't really know how to properly treat someone with a bad past. Like, sure, he treats you nicely, but he's treating you nice like a really old person might. "Oh nooo, you had a hard life? Me too! Glad it's easier now haha! Now let's never talk about this again because that's not the proper thing to do." He doesn't mean anything by it, he's just really fucking old and doesn't get it.

He does just listen though. You wanna talk about how bad your childhood was? He'll listen, and he'll pay close attention, but he just won't be able to comfort you how someone from this era will, but he's able to listen perfectly fine, which is sometimes all we need.

People from your past trying to pursue you? Not leaving you alone even if they've been told? They won't be a problem for long. You might be perfectly able to defend yourself or take care of your own problems, but he's well aware that taking that burden off of your shoulders is something he can do.

He can understand loss, so if you've lost someone, then he knows how to comfort you and at least try to ease some of that pain, if not help you through the grieving process. He's a bit awkward about it, but he does try.

This being said, he accepts that tragedy is an unfortunate part of life, but it is a part of life, so he will try and help you heal and move on in his own little way. Whether not he's effective in doing this is... Well it's a hit or a miss.

[babygirlgh0st]

Modern Leper

Summary; Despite living with Simon Riley for several months now, the intricacies of his mind still find ways to surprise you; Tonight is nothing new for either of you.  Word count; 2,245 A/N; This is the first fic I’ve actually finished and decided to post for CoD! I rarely ever post my writing, so forgive me if it isn’t the best. I just really love Ghost, and my fiance deals with night terrors and I saw an outlet and decided to run it into the ground with this. The relationship dynamic for them is something I cherish and is loosely inspired by this song. I could write a three hour power-point on all the trauma this man struggles with, but for now y’all gotta deal with my drabbling instead lmao. No beta we die like men. 

I’m also open to taking requests, if you have anything to offer me :>  Warnings; Vague mentions of past trauma/gore/death, night terrors, ambiguous and complex situationships, minor physical harm (unintentional), hurt/comfort. 

It had taken you months to finally convince Simon to move in with you, just like it had taken nearly a year for him to admit to your not-quite relationship. It was based on understanding more than love or romance; The common knowledge that you shared the same weight as the other, that your weird quirks were complimentary despite their usually volatile state. 

You both understood each other's needs, traumas, the baggage you both carried within yourselves that you’d yet to find the space to put down. He needed space and quiet, a silent companion who never seemed to judge him for whatever ailed him at any moment, and you had a supernatural ability to read him like a book and offer what you could when he needed it without a word being exchanged. It was an invaluable bond you two shared, not quite love, but not quite friendship. You just knew each other like you were one and the same, and found safety in that fact. He had grown to trust you, and you found solace with him, and you were relieved when he relented to moving into your sad one bedroom apartment. Filling some empty void that always seemed to follow you in life. 

You had been having such a nice dream, something warm and soft and honey sweet for once, when the yelling started. It dredged you from the depths of sleep, like ripping off a band-aid or throwing ice water down your shirt, and you blearily shot up in bed in surprise as you blinked into the dark of your shared bedroom, seeking its source.

Simon had warned you about his night terrors, but you hadn’t fully comprehended just how bad they could get sometimes. Yelling, screaming, pained moans and thrashing like he was an animal caged, feral and in desperate need to escape himself. He’d told you that there wasn’t much to do about them, and apologized when he said to just let him be until they were over. He’d even insisted on sleeping on the couch for several months upon moving in under the concern that he’d hurt you or cost you sleep, or god forbid traumatize you even further than your shared line of work already had. 

It took you a few moments to process that it was happening again, blinking the sleep out of your eyes as you watched Simon jerk in his sleep across the bed, sheets twisted around his limbs in a way that you found both angelic and heartbreaking in the moonlight from the window. You were sure there wasn’t a single way he could appear to you that you wouldn’t find beautiful, though you knew better than to voice those thoughts out loud. 

He remembered everything if he was woken up in the middle of a night terror, though waking him up while in one of his fits was a feat of its own. You had relented to leave him be and fight his demons in his dreams undisturbed, until the neighbors started to complain about the noise. It killed you to see the haunted, distant look he would always get the following morning if he didn’t sleep through it, but he understood that it couldn’t continue, not in your subpar apartment. After a few too many noise complaints, things had to change. 

“Simon?” You called softly, voice heavy with sleep as you shifted to face him, watching him for a few moments. You knew that pinched expression, visible even through his balaclava that his face was an image of agony. You’d never learned what he had been through- never anticipated you’d get to know- but it still made you question the poor man’s past as you watched him squirm and groan in pain in your sheets. 

“Simon,” you call his name more loudly this time, shifting closer to him on the bed as you did. 

You had never let go of the hope that maybe one day, you’d be able to soothe away his nightmares with just your voice. That your presence alone could banish the horrors that he hid inside of himself, the things he fought back during the day that he couldn’t run from at night. You prayed for a day when you could simply whisper sweet nothings to him, and ease his pain without having to wake him. 

It had yet to work despite your insistent efforts, and after a couple more minutes of soft crooning and attempts to console him with no changes in his behavior, you relented to the one trick you and Ghost had found to wake him up; Sternum rubs. 

“I’m so sorry,” you said as you always did, before shifting to get out of bed and walk around to his side of the mattress. He’d attempted to grab or punch you the few times you’d had to resort to this specific method in the past, and you couldn’t blame him for it; it was an agonizing sensation to experience, and he had always been adverse to physical contact regardless of whether or not he had just suffered a night terror. You couldn’t fault him for lashing out when you woke him from painful dreams in an equally as painful way, even if it cost you a few bruises. At least if you were standing, you had a better chance of moving out of reach when he did come to. With a sharp breath in, you lowered your knuckles down onto the solid muscle and bone of his sternum and pressed, dragging your fist across his chest.

It didn’t take long for him to let out a shuddering gasp, a choked yell of “Get the fuck off me!” following after. It left you flinching, startled by the outburst despite this situation not being a new one. His eyes flew open in shock as his hand locked tight, too tight around your wrist in a grip that brought a squeal to your lips. You knew by now it would leave bruises, the skin tight and twisted under his calloused palm as he ripped your hand off of him.  

“G-ghost! It’s me, it’s me,” you chanted, fear evident in your words as you tried to not struggle against his grip. You had never been able to get used to the violence in his awakenings, the way he would shudder and heave like he’d been shot. His eyes were frantic, manic as he stared at the room around him, at himself, at you as if he had never seen you before in his life, your words foreign in his ears. 

“Simon… It’s okay. You’re okay, you’re at ho-”

“Shut up.” 

He panted heavily, releasing your wrist from his ironclad grip as he shifted to sit up in the bed. His eyes were squeezed tight, hands reaching to cover his face as he tried to reorient himself to the waking world. His body shuddered and rattled as if still stuck inside of his dream, somewhere else, experiencing who knows what. You stood silently beside the bed as you watched him, letting him calm down in his own time.

It felt like a century before he spoke, but his words were much softer despite the way his hands trembled against himself. 

“...I’m sorry, love,” he mumbled, fingers rubbing at his eyes as he forced everything in his mind down into the trenches of himself. Hiding away from your concerned eyes as you watched him like a hawk. His scars throbbed, his skin still clinging to the feeling of blood and dirt and rot as if he had never showered since everything had happened to him. 

“It’s okay, Si,” you said quietly, finally letting yourself move, breathe, as you made your way back to your side of the bed and settled back into the sheets there. 

“You… Can I get you anything?” You offered, always trying to be helpful after an episode. Always supportive and gentle and quiet in his presence as he struggled to hold everything down like bile in the back of his throat, threatening to spill out. A mug of tea, an ear, a shoulder, a warm bath, it was always the same with you despite him always pushing you away every time. He usually settled for silence and nothing more, and this time didn’t seem any different. 

Simon finally pulled his hands from his face, blue eyes exhausted as he stared down at your red wrist with a look of heartbreaking guilt. You knew he was staring; he always did when he’d hurt you after this happened, guilty and pained as he struggled to chew and swallow the reality of once again doing the one thing he always told himself he wouldn’t. 

“I’ll get you some ice,” he offered, no room for argument in his words as he shifted out of bed with a groan and disappeared from the bedroom. Your hand cradled your inflamed wrist, and as you looked down at it you could already see the angry, finger-shaped signs of a bruise forming under your skin. 

He’d always shown his care through action, insisting he was bad with words and worse with touch, so he settled on the little things to try and bring his affections across to you. Grabbing things that were too high for you to reach, doing the extra steps to make whatever task you had at hand that much easier, bringing you small souvenirs when he went on an assignment that you couldn’t follow him on. 

He returns with a deep rooted sadness in his eyes, silently asking for your injured hand as he goes to wrap a bag of frozen peas around it like you were made of glass; something so fragile, so delicate. It felt wrong to feel you in his hands, no matter how careful he swore to be with you, the feeling of staining or breaking you never leaving the back of his mind as he iced the wound he’d caused.

“Really, it’s okay,” you reassured him a second time, offering him a gentle smile as you let him ice your wrist for you. It felt like he was licking a wound like a dog, trying to erase the accidental damage he caused like he always tried with himself. He only offers you a curt nod at your words, and once he’s decided your wrist is sufficiently encased in the frozen peas does he let you go and return to his spot in the bed. 

“It was the coffin, this time,” he says in a low voice, rough from yelling and the cigarettes he tended to chain-smoke every second he was off base and out of your shared home. 

You turn to stare at him in surprise, not expecting him to be open about what happened as your mind reeled from just that one sentence. He stares down at his hands in his lap as he speaks, but you can tell his eyes are looking at something beyond your gaze. 

“It… Isn’t the worst one, but it’s still not great.” Simon laughs bitterly, shaking his head to try and rid his mind of the memories. Some part of him still felt like he was stuck down there trying to claw himself out, nothing but the rotten bones of someone else to help him along. 

You aren’t sure what to say in response. A part of you wants to pry, to take the mile he’s offered with the inch given and see what horrible things seem to follow him like a shadow, but you can’t bring yourself to respond. Instead, you open your arms to him, head cocked to the side in question. 

A hug. Simple, easy, comforting- For you at least. He looks up at you quietly for a few moments, the air easy and calmer in the space between you both as he considers your offer. His eyes are raw and wet when he finally relents, folding himself easily into your arms. 

You make a point of ignoring the way his shoulders silently shake as he presses himself against you, his own arms going to loop around your waist with that same fragile care he’s always given to just you. An olive branch in the distance he always held between you, for his safety or your own you weren’t sure. You accept it all the same though, hands light and gentle as they go to rest against the back of his head, his shoulders, his spine; petting him like a wounded dog, some poor pet dying on the side of the road. 

“You’re safe now, love,” You whisper in hesitance, body wound tight like a live wire as you wait to do something you shouldn't, cross some unspoken boundary you weren’t able to pick up on in this uncharted territory; But the moment never comes. His shoulders still shake, his face finding refuge in the pulse point between shoulder and throat, and you both act like your skin isn’t damp as you let him hide inside of you. 

You don’t think you’ll ever find the right word for what you two have. It felt like something too delicate, too raw and wounded to be love, but it felt like it went deeper than just simple understanding. Beyond the realms of your minds or bodies, beyond the atrocities the two of you had both committed and been subjected to. 

All that really matters to you though is that he trusts you, and you trust him, and you decide that that is all that matters. 

[canonically-a-genloser]

Sooo I heard you write for Ranboo x reader, eh? Bet.

Could you do GL!Ranboo x reader fluff? Could be angst to fluff, but like.. I want tooth rotting fluff. Maybe Ranboo has a panic attack because of everything that's going on and the reader comforts them (If we doing some silly romantics reader gives little kisses and is definitely cuddly)? I haven't seen a genloss x reader fic ANYWHERE so if you did this I'd be so happy <3

AAAA I'M SORRY I'LL TRY TO MAKE THE ENDING OF THIS HAPPY (spoiler alert i failed) BUT IT CAN ONLY TRULY END IN PAIN BECAUSE OF THE GOSHDAMN FINALE EEEUUUUUUUGH (y'all have no idea how much i have sobbed over gl!ran they are my baby)

oN WITH THE FIC I TRIED LMAO (i did so bad making it fluff it'S ALL JUST ANGST I'M SO SORRY DAMMIT- i will blame Ranboo though- /hj) (I would absolutely love to try rewriting this as a fluffier fic or any other genloss requests so feel free to just ask!!)

warnings: anxiety/panic (basically the whole story but there is comfort and hugs), use of you/yours, some death will be vaguely referenced!

Ranboo had been stumbling through the mall for what already felt like hours.

Their mind was reeling, and Hetch's almost unnervingly intent, almost ruthless guiding wasn't helping him process what had been happening right in from of him for who knows how long. They knew, though- Hetch was trying to help. Something felt off, but Ranboo's anxious mind dismissed it as Hetch himself being nervous about getting them out.

Well- before Ranboo had fucked it up by putting in an incorrect code and increasing security throughout the entire mall.

"Ran?" a familiar voice called out, breaking his already unsteady train of thought.

They jumped nearly a mile, arms instinctively moving to protect himself before they recognized you. "I- how did you find- Y/N, I thought you died-" they stopped as you wrapped them in a hug, nearly tackling him.

They moved to hug you back when he suddenly realized how utterly terrified he was. Terrified that they'd have to watch Austin or Niki or Sneeg die again and be powerless against whoever controlled him through the mask. Terrified that he'd lose you even though he had just found you.

He felt frozen in place. Shivers threatened to wrack his body. Tears began forming in their eyes, tears that his own ragged breaths wouldn't let him swallow back or hide.

Small (to them) hands clutched at the back of his jacket. They could feel a gentle tug towards the ground, and they complied, sitting on the floor without a word as their heart pounded. He felt your arms wrap themselves tighter around him and shakily clung to your jacket.

"Easy, easy, Ran, it's okay," he heard over the sound of their own breathing. "I got you."

How he wanted to believe it.

They realized he must have spoken his thoughts aloud when he heard you whisper more reassurance in his ear. Almost involuntarily, he moved closer to you, listening to your gentle heartbeat and the low, soothing vibration of your voice. He felt you rest your head on their own, along with you gently planting kisses on the top of their head.

"Mhmm. There you are. See, we're safe here for a bit," you murmured. "Just breathe for now."

And, slowly but surely, he could feel himself doing exactly that. He felt more grounded than they had in days, and they relaxed at the feel of warm arms around them.

"We gotta leave," Ranboo murmured, his head still resting on your shoulder. He hated how broken and scared his voice sounded.

"And we're going to," you said just as quietly. You kept your voice as calm and controlled as you could despite the situation- and Ranboo could tell.

They sighed. He could only look at the ground as he tried to piece together a halfway decent apology even though they knew you would have none of it.

"Nuh-uh." He was right. "It's not your fault, okay? Now we're gonna stay here until you're ready. I wish I could let you rest fully, but obviously-" you cut yourself off. A glance around the mall was enough. "Aside from all that though, seriously. How are you feeling?"

They took a second to think. "Uhm- okay. Better. I just mean- I didn't know- I didn't do anything, I don't know why-"

"I know," you cut him off before he could lead himself down another trail of panic. "I know. It wasn't your fault." You held them as close as you could, wishing you could both forget everything that had happened. Wishing you hadn't had to watch the sweetest person you knew take the blame for so many deaths.

"I don't know what- I just don't- how do we.." they trailed off. There were so many questions to be asked, most with no answers either of you could give.

You stopped to think for a moment as Ranboo reluctantly sat up, your gaze resting on yours and his still interlocked hands.

"I have an idea," you said slowly.

They looked you in the eyes.

"Ever been to the food court they've got in here?"

A/N: ^them <3 i loved ranboo's hair in this

SO- WRITING SKILLZ ARE NOT THERE BUT ITS OKAY. ALSO THIS TOOK SO LONG BECAUSE I HAD AO3 WRITER SHIT HAPPEN IRL LMAO SO WE HAD THE EXISTENTIAL CRISIS BUT IT'S OKAY

REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN

I LOVE YOU ALL

IF YOU ACTUALLY READ ALL THIS FAR YOU ARE INCREDIBLY DEDICATED AND I APPLAUD AT THY

HAVE AN ABSOLUTELY POGCHAMP DAY AND/OR NIGHT

I AM NOW GOING TO HOPEFULLY BRAINSTORM MY SPIDERSONA AND IMAGINE IF KISS E!42 MILES, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES GAMERS <3

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

back at it again with the 2 billionth joker request 🤭 I keep getting ideas LMAO

after you made that post about him being abandoned by his mother & having a child of his own he can't bear (or bare idk) to leave I've been thinking about it for quite some time now, a scenario where the s/o is giving birth and once the child is here he cried with child 🥲

how dare you make me write this with my own two hands-

DISCLAIMER: This piece is accompanied by a section of lyrics from the song “Piece By Piece” by Kelly Clarkson! I don’t own the song, don’t claim to, and am not profiting off this piece at all.

piece by piece, I fell far from the tree I will never leave [him] like you left me and [he] will never have to wonder [his] worth because unlike you, I’m gonna put [him] first.

When JOKER gets the message that (Name) is in labor, he’s surprised his heart doesn’t burst right out of his chest.

He’s there within minutes, and he thinks he would have been there in seconds if it were physically possible. Nothing else really matters right now, except being there to see his child come into the world. This is the moment he’s been waiting his entire life for! He can’t miss it…

All he can really do as he crouches there next to his beloved, holding their hand, is pray that it’s an easy birth. He’s heard so many horror stories of births that last a full day or more, and imagining his darling struggling through that, being in so much pain, just to bring their little baby into the world, is like torture. Especially because, well, there’s nothing he can do to prevent it or make it easier.

“Ye got it,” he murmurs in what he hopes is a supportive voice as he lets (Name) clutch his hand. It’s his good one, just so their agonized grip doesn’t risk breaking the prosthetic. (He can just hear Doc’s scolding of, “You didn’t realize they could break your hand while giving birth?! Imagine trying to squeeze out a tiny human and see if just the thought doesn’t give you ungodly strength! You have to be more careful!”)

The other hand, what he’s always thought of as his ‘bad’ one, runs gently through their hair. “Ah, ye’re doin’ so good, my love. It’s… it’s gonna be jus’ fine, alrigh’? I’m ‘ere, an’ ye’re doin’ a great job, jus’ breathe.”

Breathe they do, in between wails of pain. Speaking of Doc, he should probably be here to help things along, but… Beast is doing well enough as a stand-in midwife. Much as Joker is thankful to Doc, the idea of it being just family to witness the birth of their child is more appealing to him. If anything goes wrong, they’re close enough that they can rush (Name) over to the medical tent.

It seems that for the first time in his life, God has decided to answer Joker’s prayers. Things don’t drag on for too much longer before Beast pops her head up to speak to (Name). “Alright, c’mon! Give us one more big push, sweet’eart, I think that’ll do it!”

“It hurts so bad,” (Name) sobs. “I don’t know if I can take it!”

Beast gives them a pat on the leg. “Yes, y’ can! Y’re doin’ great, jus’ give us one more push ‘n’ it’ll be over! Deep breath, ‘n’… push!”

The rest of it is a blur, and Joker can imagine that it all doesn’t matter to (Name) too much either, not once the baby is actually here. Beast, bless her heart, works fast — cutting the umbilical cord, helping (Name) through getting the afterbirth out, cleaning the screaming infant up. After their baby is delivered, it feels like the rest of the process takes all of ten or so minutes.

Joker stays with (Name) as they hold their son for the first time, and he notices that Beast quietly slips out to let the new parents have their moment of privacy. He gives her a grateful smile before turning back to his partner. He continues to praise them in a low voice, that they did so well, that finally their little boy Ellis is here, that this is such a beautiful start to their family, that he’s proud of them.

At last, (Name) gestures for him to move closer, toward their arms. “Here, my love. Come hold your son.”

Just those words, your son, are enough to bring tears to his eyes. Despite the fact that he tries to hide it, he feels so much, all the time, and a lot of those feelings are distracting or unpleasant.

This is the best possible mix of emotions he could be overwhelmed by. There’s some worry tingeing it all, but he doesn’t want that to ruin the rest of it.

He reaches down, both hands shaking, and gently takes the baby in his arms. All Ellis is doing is crying; with an air of amusement to his thoughts, he decides he can’t blame the little one. Coming into existence must be just as hard as continuing to exist.

“There’s my wee babe,” he coos as he straightens up. Cuddling this tiny life against his chest, looking down at this incredible child he helped to create, his thoughts suddenly turn to something else.

… His mother. He doesn’t know if his father was any different, but the little he knows about his mother is enough to make his head spin.

She left him, a baby, and he doesn’t even know how. Did she leave him on someone’s doorstep and knock, ensuring that he’d be taken care of, because she knew she couldn’t take care of him? Did she leave him in some box in the gutters, rain-soaked and next to the filth of London’s streets, because she didn’t know where to go?

Did she want him? Or was he just… a mistake? An accident?

Even if he was, people still manage to love babies who weren’t planned. Hell… he and (Name) didn’t plan Ellis. They weren’t trying to get pregnant.

And yet, he still loves his son. He loved this baby for so long before Ellis even arrived.

Now that Joker has his baby in his arms, looking down at this small person who’s less than an hour old, he doesn’t think he could love his child more. But he knows he will tomorrow, and the next day, and every day after that until he dies.

The thought of just leaving Ellis somewhere and walking away, never coming back, makes Joker feel physically ill. Tears are rolling down his face before he knows what’s going on, because his thoughts are a jumbled mess as he tries to make sense of his past.

How could she leave him? Aren’t mothers supposed to be the first one to love a person, even if it’s not quite instant? Didn’t his mother have some kind of responsibility to make sure the life she brought into the world was cared for, even if she didn’t have any good options to take care of him herself?

He can’t imagine leaving Ellis on a doorstep or in an alleyway or wherever his mother left him. He can’t imagine not feeling a sense of duty to ensure his child has everything he needs.

It wasn’t so black and white for his mother. That’s something he can understand, at least a bit; the little he knows about her is that she was a prostitute, a line of work that all but ensures a woman will end up pregnant, and a line of work most people look down on. It wasn’t as if she could just walk up to someone and hand them her baby and say, “I need you to take care of him because I can’t.”

There just… there had to be something she could have done, hadn’t there? Anything other than washing her hands of her child entirely?

He tries so hard not to be bitter about it. Those thoughts just run wild sometimes, wondering how she left him and if she ever loved him at all.

The bad ones have taken root in his mind like weeds in a garden, convincing him that she threw him away. That she left because she saw she’d given birth to a baby with only one arm. That she was disgusted by him, that she left him somewhere to die instead of leaving him somewhere that gave him a chance.

And if his mother never loved him, then who else could? If the person who brought him into the world saw something so wrong with him that she abandoned him, what could anyone else see in him that was worth loving?

The part of him that wants to hope pushes back with, (Name) did. They saw someone with a sweet smile, a kind heart; someone loyal and devoted who’s willing to do anything for the people he loves. They saw you and they loved you and they will love you until the stars burn into ash. And now they’ve given you a child to protect.

Whatever else his life will become, whatever similarities he shares with his mother, he will not walk away from his baby like she walked away from him.

He doesn’t care how hard life gets. He doesn’t care what struggles he’ll face. He doesn’t care what he has to do.

Abandoning his child just isn’t an option for him.

Ellis will grow up knowing that he is loved, and he won’t ever have to guess whether his parents wanted him. He won’t have to wonder if there’s anything wrong with him.

By this point, even Joker doesn’t know if he’s crying or laughing as he rocks Ellis in his arms. Both, most likely.

“Papa’s ‘ere, Ellis,” he whispers to his child. “I’m ‘ere. ‘N’ I always will be. I ain’t never gonna leave y’. I promise.”

This might be the only promise he fully keeps in his life.

But by God, he is going to keep it.

[starrbitez]

Hi I like your Mind Melters fic. As a big believer that there has to be some consequences for how willy-nilly Rick used the damn thing was sad basically no fics ever explore it.

Curious what you think about the idea in general. Is it healthy for Morty when he does it to himself (or more often Rick does/did it for himself)? Do you hope we'll see it again in future and see Morty choose to stop "needing" it.

I think at some point or another we’ve all wanted something erased from our minds, but obviously we cant. There’s also the psychological trauma response of being unable to remember an event, which I feel ties into this idea even though its not explicitly related.

I think that Morty having his memory erased so frequently is a clear representation of the sheer amount of trauma he’s been thru, and i think that even without the memory gun. He would have trouble remembering some of it.

From Rick’s POV, i think Rick believes that his brain is more developed, so he can handle the thousands of traumatic memories, while Morty’s mind is small and underdeveloped, and this many traumatic memories would probably kill him. While canon Rick’s intentions were likely not all good, it’s implied that the first erased memory is Moonspiracy, and that was one Morty asked to have erased. I think there’s a mix of Rick being an asshole, wanting to help, and Morty asking for it.

I do not think erasing their memories themselves was healthy, even if it was by choice. (Slightly personal—>) as someone who has experienced multiple traumatic events, i have literally begged and prayed for them to be removed, but obviously science doesnt rlly work like that rn LMAO . While these memories suck ass, erasing them would leave us with gaps in our minds, erase learned experience and lessons related to memories, and likely set back or prevent brain development entirely, especially when a child’s memories are erased.

When Rick erased his own memories, i think he knew on some level it was reversible. He’s a full grown adult, and his knowledge is more ingrained in his actual mind rather than just based on memories. Morty, however, doesn’t have that ability, and can;t regulate his emotions the way an adult can (not that rick can regulate his emotions lmao)

I think on some level canon Rick would feel guilt if faced with Morty erasing his own memories, and Rick would think of his own influence on Morty. I think Rick genuinely did mean well t times, and erased traumatic memories or fuck ups that would ruin Morty’s mind, because you can’t process trauma in a healthy way when you’re 14 unless you’re super emotionally mature, and while Morty is fairly emotionally mature, he’s just a kid, and Rick wouldn’t want Morty to turn out like him.

On the other hand, Rick is an asshole, and it makes complete sense that he erased memories of Morty winning, or being better than Rick, of feeling confident. Morty’s mindblowers being in season 3 is showing their abusive dynamic and the power Rick needs to have over Morty in order for their early dynamic to function. I DONT think that in season 7, or even in season 6, that Rick was actively erasing good moments with Morty, because their dynamic has shifted. Rick definitely doesnt see Morty as an equal, but he cares more, and I believe he’s more willing to let Morty have wins, and I think he believes that Morty is stronger than he thought and can handle things better now.

These r just some thoughts and theories, I really think that the majority of memories are bad. If blue is what Morty asked to be removed, the purple is his family’s, and Rick’s are red, there is an overwhelming surplus of blue in the room, meaning most of them were likely requested by Morty. (There’s also a few YELLOW vials, which im curious about and have a few theories of!)

Anyway thats all!!q thank u for this ask i love sharing my silly thoughts and theories <3

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ssaboygenius' writing guidelines

me, redoing my writing guidelines six months after the first time? well, I no longer write for six of crows or shadow and bone, sooooo I'd say yes it's time to redo them again! I also changed my username and despite what my prompt lists will tell you, my reaction time isn't always what it needs to be in terms of fixing links and I have to go and do that a little more to rescue the masterlists of old, and I figured I'd just retype some stuff, think about some other stuff, and then get rid of like. one step in a two or three step process as a treat.

Per usual, they're below the cut!

Okay!! Just like I've been for the past three and a half years since I joined this silly little site, I'm like--I'm so lenient that I'm surprised I have to make these guidelines at all, almost?? but also not because I am just a silly little guy and I do, in fact, have limits and boundaries lmao.

starting off with one of the only areas wherein I have boundaries where I'm like "ABSOLUTELY NOT" instead of "okay, maybe if we tweak this req a little bit or find a compromise, I can cook something up and have it ready to go within the week?" we have my guidelines for smut!!

I do write it and I will write the most toe curling shit a person has ever read if you give me like, four days to marinate in the request and get the creative part of my brain amped up and ready to work. Just a warning though, if you send me a smut request and then it doesn't come out for like, a week, that's because smut takes me ages to write unless I get motivation to do it randomly.

I don't know why it takes me a little longer than other genres do but it does! I can usually get a smut req from inbox to drafts in a day, then I work on it for a few days. Depending on what time of day I finish it I love it and leave it alone either overnight or for an entire day. I edit it in like, 1-3 hours depending on length and then I queue it and leave it to its own devices til it goes up for posting.

That itself is less of a boundary and more like "okay yes, please be mindful that smut takes time but I'll do everything in my power to write and post it within a week of when I see it in my inbox", but. it counts to me, so yeah.

serious boundaries for smut writing can and will be summed up in a few sentences below because hoo boy, I can ramble like it's my fucking job (it's not. I wish tho):

absolutely will not no question, do not send asks with these involved:

watersports or anything involving bodily functions in a sexual context (unless we're talking like,, creampie or kinky stuff not involving feces or urine)

Anything involving ddlg--not trying to yuck anyones yum, honestly, I just don't understand the appeal for a mommy or a daddy kink and I am not willing to write for that kind of bdsm dynamic or nsfw content

Rape!! This is a big one for me--and it should be for everyone else ever??--because I am a huge fan of consent!! HOWEVER, that said, rape and consentual non consent (cnc) are two separate things!! I'll write cnc if I get a req for it, and might be willing to write dubcon (might is a very loose word bc I doubt I ever would, but it's not something I think about too often) but rape wherein there is explicitly no consent (like there would be with cnc) is an absolute hard line for me and I will not write it if you send a req with a rape scene.

guidelines for fluff, angst and other genres are like,, nonexistent almost??

I mean that as in like--send what you want!! I'm partial to angst (I do not cry often but love crying and need to do it more so I will always jump for joy at an angst req) but I also am a whore for fluff and domestic shit. I'll write literally anything ever with regards to genres outside of smut, but if you ask me to write about stuff I haven't experienced, the req will probably take a few days to start because I'd have to research to get an accurate depiction of whatever it is you're asking me to write (like, say you ask me to write a character with a disability, I'd research the disability before I started because not doing proper research before writing something involving something I've never experienced is just not how I roll)

all in all, with everything except for smut I am a veeeeery laid back kind of writer!!