#so to just suddenly have your partner who you love and trust wake you up to say

[warlordfelwinter]

i love that gale tries to change the subject the morning after you try to kill him and you can just change it right back

gale: is there some lighter subject you wished to discuss?

rain: no. i tried to kill you. i'd like to discuss that actually.

[redr0sewrites]

Sick!Hazbin Hotel x Reader Hcs

i love reverse comfort sm. im also currently being brutally murdered by allergies but i prefer comforting others so here we are

🥀 Cw: fluff, crack, teensy bit of angst with comfort

🥀 Pairing(s): Lucifer x reader, Alastor x reader, Vox x reader, Adam x reader

Lucifer:

sick? him? please, the king of hell doesn't get sick!

thats what he claims anyways

lucifer brushes nearly everything off as just plain allergies, he could literally have a 103 fever and be shaking on the floor and would still be pouting and saying he's fine

the thing about him tho is that he's easy to take care of- after a little coaxing lucifer just sighs and nods glumly before pretty much submitting himself to your care

once he's admitted hes sick tho, he wants you around him 24/7

lucifer wants cuddles, hugs, kisses, he just gets so clingy when he's feeling under the weather

THIS MAN LITERALLY BURNS UP WHEN HE'S SICK ITS ALWAYS THE LITTLE ONES WITH THE HIGHEST RAGING FEVERS THAT LAST FOR DAYS like he'll be sweating and shivering and crying he gets hit HARD when he's sick and it happens so suddenly too- like one day he's fine and then the next he looks like he's one small wind away from collapsing

he lowkey feels bad about asking for things when he's sick so he'll say something offhand like "yk im in the mood for soup" and hopes you get the message

ABSOLUTELY THE TYPE TO GET FEVER DREAMS AND START RAMBLING WHEN HES SICK

like he'll wake up from a nap and still be half asleep and he just starts genuinely rambling about literally the most obscure things

lucifer definitely gets nightmares even when he isn't sick, but when hes feeling like shit and is so delirious he can't tell reality from fiction? be prepared for him to wake up crying and shaking, he just gets so so scared :(

lucifer feels bad about you taking care of him and wants to help, but will lowkey end up pushing himself too hard. PLEASE reassure him and tell him it's alright he'll literally melt

once its all over, lucifer will genuinely trust you more after you saw him in such a vulnerable state and is much more likely to come to you instead of hiding how he's feeling in the future

Alastor:

alastor? weak? lmao no

he would literally rather die than admit he's sick like he would literally just keep pushing on

alastor is one of those people that has an iron immune system like he VERY rarely gets sick but when he does its like torture

to even be alastor's partner you'd have to know him for a long time and you'd probably be able to read him pretty well (at least compared to other people), yet even you sometimes miss his sickness in the earlier stages

alastors biggest tell tale sign of being sick? exhaustion. he very rarely sleeps on the regular, but when he's sick that all catches up to him

he also gets more irritable and a little less composed, he'd be more prone to getting angry and would lash out if anyone asked if he was ok

alastors ears would also be turned back slightly, like most animals do when they're being aggressive, but its pretty much only obvious to people who know him closely

alastor never wants to be vulnerable or weak but you notice that his eyelids keep drifting of their own accord, and how irritable he's been, and it clicks to you that he's obviously not feeling well

approach him about it in private, while alastor does trust you he still doesn't want others to knowm

no matter how much you try he will not lay down, take medicine, or do anything (at least at first)

alastor genuinely thinks that he can just push through on his own and lowkey thinks you're worrying too much

however after two weeks of pure suffering and exhaustion, combined with no sleep and your irritation at his lack of will to take care of himself, alastor finally breaks

he'd prob come to your room at like 4 in the morning and just curl up on the edge of the bed, shivering a little but staying quiet

you wake up to him fast asleep, his ears twitching every once and a while as he rests peacefully near you

get a cool towel and lay it on his forehead to break the fever, and he'll just keep sleeping

he probably wouldn't wake up for at least a few hours, months of lost sleep are catching up to him at this point, giving you the opportunity to make him some soup and medicine

alastor will stir a little when you get out of bed but wont wake up, but once he does wake up he wants you to come back

when he's sick he wants you to be nearby, alastor isn't the touchiest person and being sick makes him feel gross, so he wouldn't want to be touched but would want you arround just to know you're there

this is probably the first step in him being more open to vulnerability around you, and while it may have been a bit of an irritating process to get him back to his usual healthy status, it's definitely worth it as he begins to trust you more

Vox:

lowkey a man child (affectionate)

vox is one of those guys who will take care of himself when he's sick, but he'll complain about it every step of the way

i think he's pretty responsible when he's sick, he'll take the day off and relax but won't do much other than that

he likes when you pamper him though, and a part of him lowkey enjoys being sick because he just gets to have your full attention all of the time (as if he doesn't already💀)

vox would be irritated about showing weakness and not being in control, but he wouldn't be irritated at you

if an employee was being too nosy about his wellbeing? yea he's pissed but if you're the one taking care of him, he'll just sigh and let you do what you want

VOX IS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHOS LITERALLY ALWAYS COLD AND ITS AMPLIFIED WHEN HES SICK

he becomes like a literal ice cube he's SHIVERING and everything

vox has the cutest sneezes too, he glitches out and denies how cute his sneezes are but they really are adorable

vox takes like 2 baths per day when he's sick he hates feeling unclean, and def wants you to join him in the bath (just to relax, get your mind out of the gutter)

vox would be a little pissed about missing work, i think he's a bit of a workaholic and might try to work in bed or sneak some paperwork behind your back

it doesn't work though because he just ends up passing out anyway

vox is big on sleeping when he's sick he's definitely the type to just sleep it off and thats that

like he CRASHES in bed and just does not get up for hours

he sleeps like the dead too, his screen is blank and he barely moves in his sleep

like lucifer, he has fever dreams but they lean more on the weird side rather than the sad side

its funny but instead of talking more when sick, vox actually talks much less. he starts getting super quiet and a lot more needy for your attention

vox is more than happy to return to work and be back on his feet, but will send you a little thank you gift and pamper you in return for taking care of him

Adam:

manchild x2 (also affectionate)

adam DREADS getting sick like he genuinely hates it so much, he sees it as one of his own flaws and it makes him lowkey disgusted at himself

he whines like a baby over a common cold, its almost sad how the slightest sickness will make him act like he's on his death bed

adam whines and complains whenever you aren't around him, he wants cuddles and kisses and is 10x more clingy when he's sick

he has little to no appetite when he's actually sick but gets a huge appetite right after

like you'll have to force him to eat at least a piece of toast per day while he's actually feverish but once he's in recovery he's literally FAMISHED and will ask for so much food

he barely eats or drinks while hes sick it just feels icky to him

i also think he's the type to not want to move like he just collapses on his bed and barely moves an inch (unless you force him)

adam exaggerates when he's barely sick and then underplays it when he's genuinely really sick its lowkey so confusing

like he could have pneuomonia and be half dead and say he's fine but he could have the most common cold and complain foreverrr

he doesn't think you're genuine when you say you want to help him and take care of him, he thinks its just a joke since nobody has ever really taken care of him before

like sure he's been told what to do and bossed around and treated him like a foolish child, but no one has ever sat with him while he's sick and held his hand yk?

while he can be irritable and annoying while he's sick, he apologizes afterwards

its one of the few times he ever apologizes but he genuinely feels bad about lashing out

adam isn't used to being below someone when it comes to status or health and relaxing and letting someone else take care of him is kind of foreign for him, but you both work it out over time

while he isn't the easiest to take care of, he genuinely appreciates that you want to help him and wants to return the favor someday

I WILL MAKE A PT 2 OF THIS WITH MORE FEM CHARACTERS OR WITH HELLUVA BOSS CHARACTERS BUT I DIDNT WANT TO CROWD UP THIS POST TOO MUCH!!!!! ALSO SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES I WROTE THIS WHILE HALF ASLEEP ♥️ HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS TEEHEE

[hana-no-seiiki]

Interested in seeing Yun's A/B/O arc. I am very picky about my omegaverse content BUT. Idea: Alpha/Omega Batfam desperately wanting reader who is a beta, unbothered by their nonsense. They're gnawing on their enclosure as reader says, "The fuck is their problem???"

@sophiethewitch1 just to inflict more damage to your psyche 🩵

like it when you guys use my name so much huhu

YANDERE! A/B/O! BATFAM x BETA! READER

Beta Reader who is just unbothered and unwilling to care about the whole second gender hierarchy and just wants to get a normal job at Wayne Industries

But it’s literally impossible when they have Alpha! Dick as their childhood friend.

You should thank him really, he gave you a spot at your dream (totally) job. You should thank him for many things actually. You’re the only beta he ever told his hero identity to. He gave his whole heart and trust towards your irrelevant beta self. As such, you should be grateful that he asked you out right? Wrong.

Unfortunately, you were already in a relationship with Omega! Tim. Who you met after the death of your partner Beta! Jason. His omega tendencies and the fact that you were unable to fully take care of him as a mate saddened you, but sacrifices must be made for love right?

Omega! Tim who’s just so fucking obnoxious about bagging you. He leaves his scent all over your items. Warding off Alpha! Damian who had been crushing on you since forever.

Alpha! Damian who kept bullying you for being a Beta up until that fateful day Batman suddenly died(disappeared), and you were the only one that stepped up to comfort him. Sure, you didn’t know he was your tormentor (God was he thankful you couldn’t smell his arousal and pheromones going haywire when you hugged him) but you were the only person he felt safe being so vulnerable with. So un-alpha like with. You knew who Nightwing was right? You must know who he was and cared for him eitherway.

Beta! Jason who comes back with a vengeance. Cursing Joker for separating you two. Who hated you for being a beta even though he was one himself, but learnt to love you and eventually his second gender. Whose first coherent thought was to return to his mate, but is heartbroken upon the sight of his replacement.

Alpha! Batman who lurks within the shadows. He knows of his children’s obsessions, he knows you’re the final piece needed for his gamble to succeed.

You who’s unknowingly walking into the jaws of the most unhinged men on Gotham.

….

… Captured! Beta Reader who wakes up to the leering eyes of the Dark Knight. Scalpel in hand.

“It’s time to fix you.”

[jgracie]

MOM (BOY)FRIEND

masterlist | rules

❝ gn!reader x jason?? maybe reader js git back from a dangerous quest & jason has that motherly worry ❞ — @saph-nic

in which jason's notorious for being the mom friend. that energy happens to double when you're dating him

pairing jason grace x gn!reader

warnings jasons worried you died for a second

If there’s one thing Jason Grace is known for, it’s definitely being the mom friend. Ever since your days on the Argo II, he never failed to check up on those he loved, making sure they ate balanced meals and slept an adequate amount. Since you’re his partner, that energy would always multiply when he happened to be dealing with you.

So, when the oracle prophesied that you had to go on an incredibly dangerous quest, with emphasis on the fact that you had to go alone, Jason couldn’t help but worry. He knew you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, having seen it himself when he’d go on quests with you, but he still liked to be there just in case. 

The night before your quest, Jason had shown up at your cabin with a backpack in hand. You, of course, let him in, careful not to wake any of your siblings as you led him past all the clutter on the floor. Sitting him down on your bed, you let him walk you through everything he’d packed for you, knowing it’d make him feel better since some piece of him would still be with you.

“That’s really sweet of you, Jase, thank you,” you said, giving him a warm smile and ruffling his hair. That night, he took you by the hand and walked you to his cabin, not wanting to let you out of his sight until the very last second.

One month. You’ve been gone for one month. Every zeptosecond (I didn’t know this was a thing until writing this?!) you weren’t in his arms had his concerns doubling. Jason had double, triple and quadruple checked with Nico that you were still alive, and when the boy had gotten sick of him, he started asking Hazel instead. 

“Jason, they’re alive, I promise,” Hazel said, trying not to snap at him. She felt bad, anyone would be worried if the person they held dearest had been on a quest all alone for a month, with no word of their safety whatsoever. Jason blushed, suddenly feeling awfully bad for putting her through this. 

Making her way over to him, Hazel put a gentle hand on his shoulder, “they’ll come back, trust me,” she said, her face full of confidence. Jason took a deep breath, realising Hazel was right. If you were here right now, you would’ve told him he couldn’t get rid of you that easily.

It was almost as if the universe had finally listened to his prayers, “they’re back!” A girl Jason recognised to be from Tyche’s cabin said, running towards him. She took a second to breathe, then elaborated, “Y/N’s back, they’re in the infirmary doing the–” before the girl could even finish her sentence, Jason had left.

What were you doing in the infirmary? Did you break a bone? Were you poisoned? Were you dead?

Barging into the infirmary and nearly colliding with one of the healers, Jason scanned the room for you. Once he caught a glimpse of your hair, he ran to the cot you were in and engulfed you in the most affectionate hug you’ve ever received, “Jason! I missed you too, but you gotta let me breathe, babe,” you said, giggling. Your giggling quickly stopped when you took in the sight of Jason. He seemed to be quite distressed, to say the least.

“Are you alright?” You asked, your voice going up an octave out of concern. You watched as your boyfriend inspected you for any signs of pain.

“No, my love, are you alright?” He asked, “what’re you doing here? What happened on that quest? Who hurt you?” Jason would’ve continued questioning you if it weren’t for Will Solace walking in.

Clipboard in hand, Will took a couple notes (and pretended to ignore Jason looking over his shoulder) before smiling at you and saying, “all good, you just need to sign here!” Then, to Jason, “Y/N was just having a post-quest checkup, nothing super serious. It’s a system I decided to implement recently in case of any asymptomatic diseases.”

You tried not to laugh as Jason’s ears began to turn red, a tell-tale sign of his embarrassment. As soon as you handed him the now signed infirmary slip, Will left, knowing you needed a moment alone. The air around you was silent for a little bit before you said, “hey, that was really cute of you, Jason.” 

The boy in question, who was currently seated with his head in his hands, looked up at you and breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that you really were fine and he wasn’t just hallucinating it all. He made his way over to you and took your hands in his, immediately beginning to rub circles in them with his thumbs, “I was really worried when I found out you were here. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N” 

You looked down at your interlocked hands, then up at Jason, and at that moment, he already knew what you were going to say, “hey, you can’t get rid of me that easily!” Other people might have found Jason’s actions overbearing, but you thought it was endearing. Their opinions didn’t matter anyway, he was your mom boyfriend after all

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Helen, Jeff and BEN with an Eldritch being s/o who tells them their real name? Maybe trusting them enough to let them know to use their name if they’re in trouble? -🧶

Well this got VERY long, so I hope you enjoy! I enjoyed writing it :)

It was well known throughout the Underworld that it was dangerous to know an eldritch being's true name. Knowing an eldritch being's name meant you had power over them, you could command them and manipulate them depending on the control you have over them by using their name. Eldritch beings would keep their names hidden because of this reason and instead go by an alias to prevent that from happening, so when you suddenly decided to tell your partner your true name, they didn't take it lightly.

Jeff:

The two of you had been eating breakfast, Jeff shoveling cereal into his mouth as he tried to wake himself up, and you had been watching him with a peaceful smile on your face. You'd been planning on telling him for a while, and it had just slipped out. You said your name, casually and without prompting, and Jeff looked at you in confusion for a moment, scooping more cereal into his mouth, although upon realizing what you'd just said he nearly choked. He stared at you, wide-eyed and with the spoon still in his mouth, confusion and surprise spreading across his face. You laughed at him, and he quickly chewed, telling you that this wasn't funny, but that only made you laugh more. He grew worried, wondering why you'd decide to tell him something like that, but the loving smile you gave him in return left him speechless again. Because you love him, that's why. 

Because you love him, and you want to protect him. He feels himself growing emotional, and he moves quickly to pull you into a big, tight hug, burying his face into your shoulder as he tries not to cry. When you whisper into his ear to simply call your name if he ever needs help, he nods firmly into your shoulder, his arms shaking. He never thought he'd be able to truly earn that much of your trust, as he knows how extremely risky this is for you, and so it overwhelms him with emotion to know he's finally done that. He's glad the two of you are alone in the kitchen, as he sobs into you while you comfortingly hold him and rub his back to soothe him. Jeff had never really believed that he would be fortunate enough to find a love like yours, and with you showing that you truly do love and trust him more than any other, he felt a deep, strong happiness blooming inside of him as he broke out of your hold to cover you in kisses, causing you to laugh at him. Truly, Jeff had never been happier than in this moment with you.

BEN:

You'd been wondering for a while how to tell BEN your name. You knew he was incredibly anxious about the topic, worrying on a regular basis about how to keep your name a secret and make sure nobody ever found out about it, and that often led to him worrying about himself finding out about it, in the fear that you'd grow upset and distance yourself from him if he did. Thus, you enacted your plan to tell him and ease him into it. You'd challenged him to some video games and said that if he could beat you, you'd tell him a secret, and if you won he'd have to tell you one. He was eager to agree, and the two of you began competing. While you were putting in some effort, you did discreetly allow him to beat you, and you couldn't help but smile at how excited he was to have won. He bounced in excitement, turning to look at you, sitting criss-crossed and eagerly asking you what your secret was. 

You told him you love him very much, and he repeated the same back to you, suddenly sensing the shift in your mood. You told him that you'd like him to be his partner for the rest of your days, and his eyes started to tear up as he repeated the same to you. You leaned forward, whispering into his ear what your secret was, your true name. He was shaking, trying (and failing) not to break into tears, and as you sat in his lap, holding him comfortingly, he felt so incredibly happy. Happier than he ever thought possible to know that you love him and trust him enough for something like this. He vows then and there to keep you and your name safe, for the rest of your existence, and you chuckled at him affectionately, promising to protect him all the same. Suddenly all the fear he had over learning your name had vanished in an instant, and it was replaced with an even deeper love and affection for you. And then, of course, replaced with grumpiness at the fact that he realized now that you let him win everything, and he demanded a rematch, causing you to burst into laughter at his grumpy expression.

Helen:

Not once has Helen ever expected you to tell him your real name. Helen isn't used to close, healthy, loving, and trustful relationships, so the relationship he has with you is very new to him, and a part of him has always been a bit scared that maybe you'd realize a human isn't a good enough partner for you, that you could find someone better, someone stronger. He promised himself he'd love you as much as he could while he had the chance, and he'd be the best partner he could for you. So, you were about to give him quite a shock. You were sitting in front of him posed, and holding still as he worked on his newest drawing of you. Your eyes remained affectionately locked onto him, and a blush spread on his cheeks as he tried to focus. He asked you if something was wrong, and you simply smiled and said you were just thinking about how much you love him, causing him to shake his head at you, quietly whispering back that he loves you very much too. 

When he finished the drawing you asked him if he was going to name the piece, and he asked you if you had any name ideas for it. You responded calmly with your true name, and Helen froze, clutching onto the sketchbook so hard his hands were shaking. You crept over to him, pulling down the book so you could look into his eyes, and repeated your name again, saying that it should be named after the person it was of. Tears were blooming in his eyes, and he asked you why, and you answered him with a smile that it was because you love him more than anything. Helen was quick to press his lips against yours, holding you close as he tried to express the emotions he was so bad at saying, tears rolling down his cheeks as he shook from excitement. You were his now, completely. You weren't going to leave him, and he wasn't going to leave you. He'd never been so happy before.

[sophswritingthings]

a follow up to english! reader where reader decides to sneak into japan w mizu—how would their domestic life be like (did they adopt a cat, do they have a farm, does mizu continue to pretend to be a man so they can get married that kind of thingy ) and would ringo and taigen ever find out about reader and mizu

sorry if this doesn’t make sense i don’t request/ask much

pairing: mizu x english!reader

warning(s): the usual stuff (blood, swearing)

a/n: mizu adopting a cat,,,, yes!!! she would so just grab some cat off the street and be like “hmmm mine now”. she seems like a black cat person even if they’re considered “bad luck”

summary: after sneaking into japan with your partner, you both decide to settle down and live as quiet of a life as possible.

word count: 907 words / 4,500 characters

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you were sitting on one of the comfy pillows settled down in your house, a small black and white splotched item curled into your lap as you read a book you’d brought from england with you.

you looked up to see mizu stumbling in, a bit bloody and tired.

she lent down, first, without a word—kissing your forehead.

you smiled, looking up at her.

mizu had decided to stay a samurai; and stay pretending as a man—for her, and, for your safety. if she masked as a man—people would see your relationship as… “acceptable”.

“long day, huh, sweetheart?” you whispered.

she nods, rubbing her forehead, “mhm,” she hums the word, seeming tired as ever.

“you can go to bed,” you gently squeeze her hand. “I can host taigen and ringo.”

oh, yes, taigen and ringo.

you’d met them—albeit accidentally—when you’d come to japan within the first few months. mizu had planned to keep you a secret; especially from a man like taigen, but that became increasingly hard when the samurai would show up unannounced. 

so she just let him find out on his own; find out you were an english woman, from england itself, and that she was in a relationship with you.

surprisingly, he’d agreed not to tell.

ringo, on the other hand, was told straight away. you could see mizu did truly trust the man who once called himself her “apprentice”. 

and you quite liked him; he was kind and was very brave, despite his obvious disability. and you couldn’t deny the man made good noddles.

“no, no…” she mumbled, leaning down to pet the cat sitting in your lap, “I can stay awake a bit longer.”

“are you sure?” you cock your head, “you look like you’re about to pass out.”

she groaned, “that’s because I may,” she hauled herself into your shared bedroom.

you frowned. you always knew mizu overworked herself, but you hadn’t guessed it was so bad.

the door fell open, taigen and ringo on the other-side.

“hello, boys,” you say with that posh english accent of yours, smiling, “mizu’ll be a moment, she just got home. she’s just getting changed and is cleaning up.”

“sounds good! I’ll start on the noddles,” ringo made his way hastily into the kitchen. meanwhile, taigen stayed and greeted you kindly.

maybe he wasn’t your favorite person, considering what mizu told you about him, but he was never rude to you.

that’s when mizu appeared from your bedroom—and made a beeline for the kitchen. seems she wanted to talk to ringo; or really needed some kind of energy.

taigen suddenly followed, leaving you alone in the room once more.

you could hear the three talking. faintly, quietly, but they were talking.

and what were they talking about that it looked they didn’t want you to hear?

“my love?” you call to mizu, hearing feet stir gently and begin to come toward you. “what are you three boys chatting about in there that you don’t want the lady to know, hm?”

she chuckled weakly, sliding in to sit behind you. she wrapped her legs around your waist, her arms draped around your neck.

“nothing you need to worry about,” she murmured into your ear. she looked as if she were about to fall asleep.

"you could go to sleep," you whisper, slotting your hand into hers. "I'll wake you up when the food is done, mm?"

mizu nodded slowly, to your surprise. she kissed your shoulder a few times before falling asleep tucked into your body.

you slowly rock her awake, when you the scent of ringo's cooking float into the room. the food they had here in japan was never your favorite, but you were getting used to it with time--especially ringo's cooking.

"eat, my love," you whisper to her as she raises her head. you hand her a bowl of food, eat hing as she slowly and quietly began to eat.

after a few hours of eating and chatting, ringo and taiga disappeared into the cold. it left you and mizu, wrapped up in one another's gentle embrace.

your head rested against her chest, her fingers playing with yours. she had you wrapped around her finger, both figuratively and literarily.

"I did have something I wanted to ask you," she says, her voice right near your ear.

"hmm? and what's that?" you hum rather sleepily, "is that what you boys were talking about..?"

"m.. mhm," she seems hesitant. she shifts herself so you're both sitting upward. you gaze at her, wondering what she was on about. "im not exactly sure how they do this in england, but i.. bought this before we left."

your eyes widen. she pulls a sparkling ring from her pocket.

"t-they, um, usually get down on one knee.." you mumble, wiping the tears pooling in your eyes.

she chuckles, adjusting herself to be sitting on one knee.

"at first I was very.. hesitant, to take you back to japan, with me," she begins. "but now I feel I would have absolutely spent the rest of my life regretting it if I didn't. would you.. marry me?"

you nod and you nod, laughing and smiling as tears poured from your eyes, "yes--yes, of course I will," you whisper through your tears.

she takes your hand, slipping the ring onto your finger.

she took your hand to her lips, kissing the sparkling diamond ring.

"I can't wait to call you my wife."

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a/n: someone left another ask that perfectly follows this up so expect that soon!

[infin1ty-garden]

STILL ALIVE

ೃ⁀➷ summary: headcanons of the f1 drivers as the scream killer, ghostface ೃ⁀➷ charcters: CS55, LN4, OP81, LS2, CL16, MV1 & DR3 ೃ⁀➷ warnings: mention of murder, drugs and drinking ೃ⁀➷ word count: 1k ೃ⁀➷ author note: suppose to be a halloween special but couldn't finish it in time

masterlist.

CARLOS AND LANDO

They are kind of the Billy and Stu being ghostface for fun mostly and fame Lando was already popular but in school that couldn't compare to real fame and the fastest way to do so, be a serial killer And who better to be a accomplice then his best friend, Carlos The first victim was easy Lando found out his charm still worked even on the phone while Carlos did the killing Carlos never felt better, the thrill of kill will be something he wouldn't be able to live without That's where you come in having arrived home to find your boyfriend covered in blood

"Baby, it's not what it looks like," you were horrified understandably. You tried running but Lando stopped you from leaving. "Sweety don't leave. It's gonna be okay," you were suddenly out like a light. Only to wake up tied to a chair and duct tape covering your mouth.

You started thrashing around in order to free yourself but to no avail. "Don't worry we won't hurt you," Lando said as he slowly caressed your face. Your head jerked violently away from him. "He isn't lying. We will never harm you. I know your scared and confused."

They kept to their promise to you but the killings didn't stop But your relationship changed with Carlos. It took time to trust him again and Lando as well They treated you like a queen, it was all so confusing. They were murderers. They had killed people What will you do turn them in or be a accomplice by association?

OSCAR AND LOGAN

Oscar had been using the ghostface identity for a while now what he didn't expect was a showdown with the real ghostfaces Once Logan finally managed to take off the mask only for his friend's eye to be staring back at him Since that moment the three of you teamed up, worked together, killed together It has brought you closer and added a new partner to your and Logan's relationship Logan for a while has had some form of feelings for Oscar, only now realising that those weren't just friendship but love Oscar fit right in with the both of you like this was meant to happen

Oscar and Logan had gone out for a kill. Their victim this time, your ex. The guy decided to pop back into your life, thought he could embarrass you or coax the boys in leaving you. Whatever his plan was...

They couldn't let that slide. His blood was the one on their knives. Every stab brought a smile to their faces. Only stopping when he wasn't breathing. Logan was a bit shaken up despite everything he still wasn't used to it.

Once they'd come home the first thing Logan did was look for you. Oscar and you spent the rest of your night comforting Logan. Playing with his hair and cuddling. It was a nice finish to the day.

CHARLES LECLERC

Charles had been obsessed with you for a while but now he didn't have to hide his affection with the ghostface identity he could act anyway he wanted It would be an understatement if say ghostface bringing you roses wasn't weird Wasn't ghostface a vicious killer murdering a bunch of people on campus He would leave you different gifts every time but never appearing himself, untill...

"What's your favourite scary movie?" You rolled your eyes. "Pierre, this is so unoriginal on halloween really?" The only answer on the other side is breathing. "This isn't fucking Pierre," you walked around the apartment locking the doors just incase.

"Okay then who are you," you said, taking a knife. "There's no need for that," ghostface suddenly appeared slowly making his way towards you. "I'm not going to hurt you," you swung the knife. "Sure," then in a second the knife was flying out of your hands and you were pinned to the wall.

"I mean it, I didn't spend weeks planning the perfect gifts for you to treat me like this."

"I don't care, take them back," he held your face so you were looking at him. The mask was removed and you saw the face of your best friend staring at you. "Charles! WHAT THE FUCK! You scared the shit out of me," he moved away from you.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you so badly," you gently cradled his face. "You dumb idiot."

DANIEL AND MAX

Both of the drivers have had a crush on you and what better way to get rid off the competition then murdering them You would come crying to them about one of your friends dying. They would be all comforting, despite they're the reason for your distress Your reaction would not deter them from their actions, in fact encourage them You would become closer and more dependent on them. It made them feel like they're on cloud nine. All this attention from you like a drug they can't get enough of You were with them almost all the time

You were at a halloween party one of your friends was having. Max and Daniel stuck to you like two guard dogs. Anybody who they didn't recognize or got too close, they would stand in front of you like a wall. Daniel was dressed up as a shirtless cowboy and Max as ghostface.

You had gotten really drunk and Daniel had lost track of you. You were looking to get even more drunk but someone grabbed your waist grinding their boner into you. Without a word he started taking you to a room, one you didn't recognize.

Everything was a blur. The guy was on you and started kissing you. The same dude was suddenly thrown on the ground. Daniel was in front of you in an instant. "Hey, did he do anything to you," he asked, looking over every part of you. Max was dealing with the dude.

By dealing, killing. You stared in shock. No matter how drunk. It was still murder. Max started stabbing him and didn't stop until he was choking on his own blood. "Max?" Daniel quickly turned your face away from the scene as you hugged him. "I just wanna go home."

It took you a while to trust Max again but you did cuz you had no one else

Thanks for reading!

[smytherines]

The headcanon that keeps me up at night is the idea that Owen Carvour was this very closed-off, isolated guy who just singlemindedly devoted himself to spycraft (almost as if it were his special interest) and was generally disinterested in any sort of relationship- romantic or otherwise- and suddenly agent Curt Mega strolls into his life and stubbornly insists on being part of it.

And Owen is just completely, utterly fascinated with this guy. Infatuated with him. How could he not be? Curt is perhaps the only person on Earth that can keep pace with Owen, that can best him (not that Owen would ever admit to it). He's so different from Owen, but they're also very much the same.

And over a number of years Curt wins his trust. First by being an excellent (if unconventional) partner, and then they start a physical relationship. And then Owen actually finds himself in love with this person, an attachment he never wanted but now can't live without (in a way he sort of resents Curt for sometimes).

He feels these things in an overwhelming but impossible to articulate way, to the degree that he willingly puts himself in a position to be outnumbered 21 to 1 to rescue Curt from a Russian weapons facility- because that's what you do when you love someone, right? You flip off god and walk backwards into hell for them.

So when Curt leaves Owen to die, part of him just fractures. This delicate, imperfect, but still very real trust he had in Curt is absolutely shattered. He's afraid and helpless and critically injured, and the last thing he can remember before waking up in unimaginable pain, his body and brain damaged in a way he will never fully recover from, is the look of horror on Curt's face as he ran away.

And the worst part is that there is no way for Owen to disengage from those feelings. He will never have any sort of distance from Curt and his betrayal ever again. His body hurts constantly, his mobility is impacted, he gets headaches and vertigo and panic attacks, and every single time he is forced to relive the moment that Curt left him. Forced to relive that terror.

Every time his leg gives out while he's forcing himself to walk without crutches, or the burn scars start to ache, or his vision goes blurry and his heart feels like its going to burst out of his chest, he feels that hurt. The only person he would've ever confided those feelings in is the reason those feelings exist to begin with. That person thinks Owen is dead. And Owen sometimes wishes he had died too.

And Owen hates Curt, but more than anything he hates himself for trusting Curt. For putting himself in a vulnerable position to save Curt, only to be destroyed by Curt's hubris- part of the very same thing that made Curt irresistible to him. That cocky confidence, the effortless charm, the completely intuitive, instinctive way his mind worked- a style that had never let him down before. Owen loved him, and he knows that if the situation were reversed he would've gone back for him. He would've laid down and died next to him. And it's blisteringly painful to him to realize that the same wasn't true for Curt.

And for Curt's part I don't think he was like "oh well, fuck it, time to book." I don't think he thought at all in that moment. He didn't decide to leave Owen so much as his body, his adrenaline, his instinct made the decision for him. It was fight or flight, and his body chose flight. Speaking from personal experience, when you have ADHD and you realize that you've screwed up and you're suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, your body can just kinda carry you away without thinking.

But the leaving being involuntary doesn't help Curt deal with his grief and shame and self-hatred, because he still has to live with the decisions he did consciously make that night- leaving the banana peel on the steps, deciding to blow up the facility instead of just sending the blueprints with the watch, setting the timer for three minutes instead of four.

For years, when he's not too drunk to think at all, he endlessly relives each point where things could have gone differently. He obsessively thinks about how his pride was a bit bruised by needing to be rescued, by being chewed out by a boss who seemed to prefer his partner to him, and wondering if maybe he was more over the top than usual out of spite or insecurity, to save face with Cynthia and Barb, to impress Owen (because he loved Owen and respected him and cared about what Owen thought of him).

He wonders if Owen was right about his drinking, and then he drinks to shut out the pain of that thought.

He has to live with the decision his adrenaline made, tortured by the idea that he should've somehow fought back against that flight impulse in the moment and gone back for Owen. Tortured by the idea that maybe, if his rational brain had been fully present, he might have still made the same decision- leaving Owen to save himself.

He saw Owen twitching on the ground, grasping onto the banana peel, bleeding out on the concrete. He was almost certainly about to die, but when Curt left Owen hadn't died yet. So maybe, maybe, maybe there was a chance and Curt missed it. And every time he thinks about the possibility he feels sick. And he drinks. And he has imaginary conversations with his dead partner before passing out curled up in the corner of his bed, clutching a pillow, his eyes red and burning from the tears.

This was supposed to just be a couple of short paragraphs, but that's what I get for thinking about curtwen I guess

[str4ngr]

𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 [ 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 ]

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐 | 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 |

cw: suggestive, establish relationship, toys, kinda gn! reader but lowkey fem!reader but j ignore that

notes: double penetration is the act inserting multiple penis'/dildos or a mix of both, into an orifice of a partner.

𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 was always a very straight forward person. never once did he worry about how to say something to you, not because he didn't care, but because he trusts you, he loves you.

so it was no surprise when he brought this up to you,

"w-what?"

your voice squeaks out, mouth ajar as you stare up at him. He had just got out of the shower, washing the sweat from the beating sun of the fields of, leaving you the unbelievably seductive view of your husband.

"I was asking, tonight, or another if thats better for you, could i use a dildo on you as well?"

it was almost like you didn't hear him, your face still as you stare at him, mug and phone in each hand as you buffer through each hand. you couldn't help the curiously that spilled from you lips, inking your sudden words, blurting out your question,

"like-... like- how??"

kita's face looked twisted, smug, arousal, lust, all intermixing in his hazel eyes, glancing down at your finger as his bare figure stepped toward you, the loose towel shifting on his hips. he couldn't stop himself, his hands running down your arms, eyes glazing over your figure like he was staring at his last meal,

"maybe... maybe at the same time i was having you?"

he sighed just as his words ended, almost like he couldn't keep himself together at the idea, as though his mind was already elsewhere,

"maybe... maybe in the same hole.... stretch your little hole out..."

hands trembling by your side, you stared up at his distracted lips, your breath shuddering in awkward pace as his hands rose goosebumps in their wake.

suddenly, his eyes flicked up to meet yours, burning with a dark lust so common in your seemingly innocent husbands eyes,

"so?"

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kinktober be exhausting me do not expect fics after this shift swear to god :'(. i'm so tired but every time i look at who im writing next i start giggling and kicking my feet so idk what kind of high and fall this is but go off.

༒︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫; 2023 ༒︎

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[asmutwriter]

Just A Woman (Part 1 Section 2)

DESCRIPTION: You spend the day with the Bridgertons. Getting to know one of them just that little it better

A/N - I have condensed partr 1 (which you can find here) into 4 smaller chunks so that you can have a better reader experience

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

WORD COUNT: 1939

From beginning / Previous / Next / Master List

WARNINGS: swearing, time period sexism

DISCLAIMERS

- I wrote this in my knowledge of sex workers and I am truly sorry if I got it wrong and/or is offensive, that is not what I wanted to do and I’m sorry if that is the case

-  This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

Night comes and goes, and so does the morning. You all have lunch together, then early the Saturday afternoon you see Eloise reading. You read it over her shoulder. “May I help you?” she asks as you shake your head

“Just bored. I want to do something” just as Johns mother walks into the room, John holding her arm. She smiles at you

“You could sing for us some more my dear if you are bored”

“Oh I don’t think people want to hear my voice anymore” she laughs 

“Sing my dear. I do not care what the others think of your voice. I find it divine and want to hear more” you nod and look at the now several pairs of eyes on you. 

“As you wish” you go over to the piano and start playing. Typically, you go for a slow love song. They all clap afterwards. Eloise looks at you 

“Why do you always sing about love and romance?”

“It’s the easiest thing to think of on the spot”

“I wish you would change it up a bit”

“Oh. Is that a challenge?” she laughs

“I doubt you would be able to think of one” she scoffs “when I can find a woman who doesn’t want marriage” you bite your lip anxiously. You stand up and go in front of her, holding your hand out for her to take. “What?”

“You are joining me. You wanted something different did you not?” she nods “then take my hand and trust me” she laughs slightly, but intrigued she take your outstretched hand. You look at her as you lift your skirt slightly, so she can easily see your feet. You hear Violet go to say something but you notice John shake his head. She lifts her skirt up to, just above the ankles. “Foot forward. Heal to the floor” you show her, as she copies. “Hit twice, then go back and hit your toes to the floor twice” you show her as she copies. You show her the rest of the dance, she copies as best she can. “Now turn to me and dance down the length of the room, hands pressed to each other” she nods and does as you do. 

“I don’t believe you’ve actually done this to a song you’ve made up” you raise an eyebrow to her, going over to a little table you hit the top, creating a rhythmical thudding noise. Johns mother smiles and does the same on a table near her as you stand and do the dance. Once getting to the other end you start to sing, repeating the dance. Going back to her, you take her hand, doing the dance with her, nodding and smiling at her as she manages to keep up. After the dance you stop, bowing to each other and smiling

“I hope you enjoyed that. I and my friends have a full dance routine to that song. It looks cool when we all do it”

“Are they coming to the dance tomorrow?” Daphne speaks up. You shake your head

“Unfortunately no. It’d be unfair to only invite one of them but I think only one is old enough to go to a dance” she nods as Johns mother turns to the woman as they begin discussing tomorrow’s ball. You bite the nail of your thumb as you suddenly realise you will be likely required to dance in a more proper fashion and you only tend to do more… eccentric dancing so you need to brush up on your more posh dances.

So, when it gets late at night you go into the drawing room. It is the furthest away from the bedrooms so if you knock something over or fall over yourself you’ll be less likely to wake the family here. You practice the steps of your feet, counting out loud the numbers. “One two step one two step and spin. One two step one two step and spin” you repeat. “And spin, spin, spin, spi- holy fuck” you get made jump as you see Benedict standing in the doorway. You place your hand over your heart “you scared me half to death” he chuckles

“Apologies miss. I didn’t mean to” he pauses a moment “You’re pretty good at dancing too”

“Thank you. It’s not my best talent but it’s one of them”

“Where did you learn?” you run your hand through your hair 

“I umm, I taught myself actually. I would always picture myself at fancy balls or parties”

“Have you never been to a ball before?”

“No. Unfortunately not. Not ones that I can dance to. I snuck into a couple before, weddings mainly. Get free food and drinks that way. But I couldn’t dance at those ones as I didn’t want to bring attention to myself” he nods

“You’ve not danced with anyone then, have you?” you avert his eyes

“Is it really that obvious?” he laughs and walks over to you

“I can only tell because your hands are in the wrong places” he takes your hand, placing it on his shoulder, taking your other one in his as he places his hand on your waist “you need to have a more relaxed frame. Yours is up to high” you nod as he smiles at you “Now count again” you nod as he takes the lead, surprising yourself with the fact you don’t tread on his toes at all. Once you both find a rhythm your curiosity gets the better of you.

“Why are you up so late?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Came down for a drink and I heard you counting in here”

“So you aren’t just stalking me?” he laughs

“I’m going to spin you, ok?” you nod as he slowly spins you under his arm, pulling you back into the dance. “Where did you and John really meet?”

“What do you mean?”

“Considering how long he’s been talking about meeting this amazing woman you are not quite what any of us expected. Plus, he doesn’t seem to be fully attached to you. You seem to be like strangers to each other. Makes me think you don’t know each other very well”

“I thought your sister was meant to be the smart one of the group?” he laughs

“Is that meant as a compliment or an insult?” you smile at him as he spins you again

“A compliment. I’m not sure who I’m allowed to tell though so if I tell you then you have to keep it a secret”

“Promise”

“Pinkie promise” you keep the dance up but move the hand that’s holding his upwards, holding your pinkie finger near him. He nods and takes your finger with his

“I promise” you smile and go back to taking his hand and dancing.

“He came into my work one night and asked me to be his female friend for this weekend” he raises his eyebrows at you slightly

“You work?” you nod and avoid his eyes. 

“Got any more dances you think I need to know about before tomorrow?” you say as you change the subject

“None that I can think of. You’re good considering you’ve never danced with anyone before”

“Will I need to know the quick paced ones?”

“Possibly?”

“I might just sit those ones out if they are a part of the event” he nods

“Might be for the best” you move away from him, letting your arms fall to your sides as you look him in the eyes as your own dart to his lips for a second, and then look away. You feel his eyes scan over your body quickly before he stretches and looks away from you. 

“Considering how late it is, I’m really not tired” he nods in agreement

“No neither am I” you look at the clock in the room

“Fuck it’s nearly 2am” he laughs slightly. “What?” you look at him

“I’m not used to such words falling from the mouth of a woman who looks so well dressed” you laugh

“I think I’ve done pretty well to not have vulgar language in front of your family though. One of the few things John said to me was to not swear” he nods as he watches you go over to the bookshelf in the room. “I love the book selection this house has” Picking one out you flick through the pages. You let out an annoyed groan as you put it back

“All of them except that one I presume?” you nod as he comes to stand by you

“I dislike romances”

“Why?”

“They are an awful representation of a woman and how she thinks” he furrows his brows as he looks at you

“I would’ve thought they are quite accurate” you laugh and turn to look at him, seeing his soft eyes contrast the slight irritation of the rest of his face “doesn’t everyone want love?”

“Yes. But it isn’t always possible. Most of the time woman and men marry for convenience, not love. It gives girls a terrible idea of how their adult life could look like when the reality is far worse” you see his brow go to normal again as he watches the candlelight dance on your skin. “I always dreamed I’d marry a handsome prince. That a man would meet me one day and he would fall in love with me and we’d live happily ever after in a castle. I realised that men don’t want anyone who doesn’t have anything to offer” you lightly touch the spine of the book you had just held in your hand “men want an untouched woman who’s main purpose is to sit still, look pretty and have children. Not one with a lot to say and an intelligent mind”

“You have a very biased opinion of love”

“Have you ever been in love?” he shakes his head 

“No. I’ve liked people but never loved anyone. Have you ever been in love?” 

“No I don’t suppose I have. At least not in the ways that books describe it as. I loved my friend and I love her children but that is a platonic love” he nods

“What about your parents?” you laugh slightly

“I don’t have any parents. I did have someone who looked after me but she died about 4 years ago” you see him watching you out of the corner of your eye. “Sorry. Telling you my whole sob story which you probably don’t care about”

“No. Please go on. So long as you are ok talking about it” you nod slightly. He hesitates at first before he takes your hand as a way to comfort you 

“There’s not really much else to say. I now live with her children and look after them” you chuckle slightly as you turn to face him, meeting his eyes in the low light of the room. Your breath catches slightly as you take a few seconds to take in his features. You mentally shake yourself and look away, but subconsciously tighten your hand around his. He raises an eyebrow to you

“Are you ok?” you nod

“Yeah. Fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” he chuckles slightly

“You seem nervous is all?”

“Yeah. I’m nervous about the ball tomorrow” he smiles at you

“You will be fine” he brushes a hair behind your ear, watching your cheeks turn red. “It is late. We should be off to bed” you nod

“Goodnight Mr Bridgerton” you say as you walk calmly to your room. You get in and shut the door, placing your back against the cold wood you smile to yourself and get into bed. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

[thebottomfromhell]

If requests are open how would the upper moons and enmu feel about a demon s/o whose blood demon art is all about plants like she can create poisonous ivy, long vines, grow trees to shield self from attacks etc.

What if y/n accidentally spawns a blue spiderlily after a near-death experience from an fight with a hashira?

I'm very sorry for how long it took me to do this one. For starters I didn't know well how to so it. First, it was a long ask for the number of characters it included but I am glad we finally include Enmu. Also, I couldn't dicede whenever I should make reader have Poison Ivy's personality or not, but to make it more relatable in the end I decided not to.

Also at first I was making the Hantengu clones separated but I wasn't convinced about how was going, so I erased those sketches and put them together in a way thag lets to the readers' interpretation who they are in a relationship with (the main body doesn't fight, so he isn't there). Also, I really tried to add Nakime, but it was inpossible to get her S/O in a near-death situation with her around.

Uppermoons + Enmu reaction to GN Demon Reader with Poison Ivy's power s/o fighting Hashira (and basically yeeting themselves into Muzan's favorites, also no canon fights).

Warnings: Slight manga spoiler (Akaza), Mentioned cannibalism, Near death experience, Implied recreational drug use, Some uppermoons being condescending towards reader(most are mostly worried, though, but are aggresive and rude at showing it), Death of unamed Hashira, Open endings

Enmu:

Enmu really admires your Blood Demon Art, he views it as a wonder, he adores everything you can do with it, and it has saved his life several times. He is not like the Uppermoons, after all, a fight with a Hashira is not something he can just call "my next meal", but something he would fear if it was not for his... passion towards death and suffering. This time the fight is become a lot more difficult than expected, and so he appreciates how you shield him with trees and vines, also the poisonous flowers... When they arrive. "Y/N, darling? It's not that I want to tell you how to use your demon art but, and the flowers?"

His demon blood is stronger, but not as fun as yours. He adores listening the slayers choking in your poison, crushed in your plants, burriend alive in your roots. Killing then while they sleep is not as fun as watching them squirm in pain and fear, and he loves you for it. "There is a weird plant in this area, it feels asleep. I want to wake it up. I can sense it, it's important." Your passion for plants is also amusing, but this is not the moment. But it all happens in a seconds, only by a few inches Enmu manages to save his neck to be cut completely as he falls into the floor, half-faking his death, trying to regenerate as the slayer goes to yours while you are distracted.

You trust Enmu, you know he can deal with the situation, but it didn't stop you to be afraid when you are face to face with a Hashira. Out of fear both your heartbeat and power rises as you feel everything in slow motion as the katana reaches your neck and your partner raises his hand "Sleep." And the slayer does, falling over some glowing blue flowers. You kneel to move the Hashira and see what type of flower might be.... a spider lily? But those are not blue, those are- "Y/N, you did a very good job." Suddenly his voice sounds in your head before doors upen on the floor you step in, making you fall as Enmu watches confused. "You have given me exactly what I wanted."

Gyutaro:

Daki likes your Demon Blood Art more than he does, she always asks you to make some pretty flowers so she can use them for decorations or to make crown flowers. Gyutaro, as always, as long as his sister is happy, he doesn't care. Where he and Daki live, though, it's not a handy ability, since the intention is to keep a low profile, and a tree suddenly growing in middle of a house is not... it would draw the attention of the slayers. "Oi, ne! I have already told you, stay out of the fight! Ne!" It's not like he can't fight them off alone, but no more than 21 Hashira in more than 100 years managed to find them, and you could easily raise that number to one Hashira per year. You still try to fight when Gyutaro tries to shove you to his sister, for you to keep each other safe. "Damn it, Gyutaro! Let me help!"

Daki complains as well, but unlike you, she actually does what her brother says. "Y/N! Are you an idiot?! What can you do to help onii-chan? He can beat any Hashira alone!" You already know this, by your knowledge there has been no Hashira able to defeat an Uppermoon, only other demons wanting to take said place. Gyutaro is the youngest Uppermoon with his sister, so he doesn't need you. That annoys you, you want to prove your worth to be with one of his favorites.

But again, you must also understand where he is coming from, you can't use anything bigger than flowers here, so you try to use poisonous small plants with spores to cut their breathing and kill them when they can't, but if other people inhale it and also die... it will also draw more attention. Here a woman dying or going missing once a week is not suspicious, here everyone competes for the job, clients dying do. There is no way around it, so you always trie to get something new. You can feel the next thing, it's something you have been trying to build, you know it's a flower, that it's not poisonous, and that it's powerful. You can sense that. "Y/N MOVE!" Too late, the blade of the Hashira's sword is already pressing against your neck. You close your eyes as it digs and bring up that flower, only to feel the blade stopping moving once it's halfway in, with the slayer sounding as if he choked.

"Are you ok?" Gyutaro asks, closer than he was before, and you open your eyes to see him with one of his sickle stabbing through the neck of the slayer. You can't help but feel a bit dissapointed, specially as you look at your feet and see only spider lilies, but... these one have something weird. Spider lilies tend to be red, there are some white ones, others pink... but these are blue. And not the pink with blue stricks that is very weird, but completely blue and glowing. "Y/N." You hear his voice in your head as the biwa cord resonates, changing your setting as Gyutaro calls you, being left behind. "You have done something wonderful." He seems pleased, but... what is going on? Why do you feel intimidated by that? "You have given me the blue spider lily."

Gyokko:

Hashira are easy to deal with... for Gyokko, not for you. And while he likes your Blood Demon Art, he prefers to deal with the slayers by his own. Uppermoon Five, why would he need you to help him? Even now, it's not the case, so he is mostly amused of how you try to step into the fight and make yourself useful. "I'm not going to protect you, darling! So don't go dying on me!" He is joking... maybe. If he gets in the mood he will help you, if not, you're on your own. (And part of him wonders how a dying you would look that.) "I don't need you to protect me, Gyokko."

That was mostly out of pride, Gyokko has already faced 14 Hashira by his own, you have at most being able to interrupt their breathings styles. Still, you want to try something new today, there is a plant, a flower you have felt but haven't been able to summon. You can sense it, it's powerful, it's rare, it's something Gyokko will love. After all, even if you won't be feeding his ego by admitimg it, you are aware of the class difference between you two, and it makes you want to impress him. That is the only reason you are using trees to shield yourself of attacks to the neck, wood being cut like papers by the nichirin blade. "It's almost here..." you close your eyes to concentrate on the summoning, having already put distance and a barrier between the slayer and you.... it was a mistake. "Love, don't fall asleep! The Hashira is-"

You stop hearing Gyokko, even though you know he is still talking, everything has bacome slow as the slayer is suddenly right in front of you, katana going forward to your neck. You can basically feel the flowers blooming under your feet but you won't get to finish with them before you are decapitated. Then you feel a big hit that starts taking pieces of both yours and the Hashira's flesh. Ten Thousand Gliding Slime-Fish.... by the time you get put the attack range you are missing a forearm, bites of your legs and side of your face, the poison is painful and slows you down, but you'll live. You lament that you didn't even got to see the plants. "Didn't you say you would not protect me?" And before Gyokko can answer, a voice in your head does. "Y/N. I want you right here, right now. I think you have something I need." That... doesn't sounds good.

Hantengu Clones:

You really get the field messy, "Wow, that tree was so tall it almost hit me! So impressive, Y/N! Do it again!" Urogi and Karaku love it "C'mon Y/N! Give us something bigger! How about some drugs and poison to choke everyone here?", Sekido and Qizetsu would rather not have to deal with that when swords are pointed to their necks, even if they will survive it. "WHY AREN'T YOU TAKING CARE OF THE MAIN BODY?! AND YOU PAIR OF FREAKS STOP FOOLING AROUND!" Their opinions of your Demons Blood Art is as different as each other.

Sekido thinks it's useless, dislikes whenever you use it, whenever it's battle (it gets in his way and it's harder for him to act in a field that is constantly changing) or for fun. Karaku, on the other hand, always defends it, he likes the plants you can make and he is not going to deny abusing of certain leaves or flowers every once in a while. Urogi thinks it's fun, he loves how you can make the highests trees and the prettiest flowers, he likes to play with you using your powers (but it won't let him concentrate in battle). And Aizetsu... "How sad that we can't coordinate our abilities. But it would make me sadder if anything happened to you, so you should just do as Sekido says." .... is Aizetsu....

This is a pair of Hashira, each one with those sidekicks of them, something that surprised every demon in the battle, since they usually don't work in teams. The tsugukos have proven to take advantage of their masterd and play sneaky, managing to decapitate the clones several times while the Hashira attack by face and distract them. This has left Aizetsu and Sekido specially nervious, hence why the anger clone wants you and the main body as far away as possible. Karaku and Urogi trust that you will be fine with them around, and trust the use of your powers.... but.... "Y/N! Whatch out!" Thiscis getting out of control, they can't keep an eye on you, exposed as they try to locate their enemies between the trees. The pleasure clones decides to just destroy the damn area when he sees a tsuguko behind you, you also fly with the hit as trees beging to fall. "DAMN YOU KARAKU! HOW DARE YOU ATTACK US AS WELL?!" "Y/N! I've lost Y/N!" He sceams before a Hashira cut his wings as he was looking for you. "... Sekido... I think we have to...." Aizetsu looks as if he was about to cry and Sekido instantly knows what he means. And he agrees.

It's all too messy, you got trapped under the leftovers with the tsuguko who was about to attackt you. Because of their contusion you managed to pierce a branch in their chest as you summoned something else by the fear of having them so close in a so closed space. The ground is glowing in blue, spider lilies blossoming below you as the slayer's blood falls over them. You watch confused the plant as the rocks, soil and wood over you is retired softly by a giant dragon-shaped entity. "You should have stayed away. Safe." Oh no, you are not going to be scolded by the kid.

And you really are not going to, because a door instantly appears in front of you as Zohakuten's bloos demon art finishes the slayers and shields the main body. "Muzan-sama?" He exists thrugh there with the appereance of a child younger feom what Zohakuten looks. You barely recognized, and you are grateful the kid did before you said something suicidal. "I came to speak to you, Y/N. I think you just did something great." Should you be scared? Because... you think you are.

Akaza:

Akaza totally thinks you can protect yourself, of course some trees, vines and poison can save you from the strengh of mystical nature through breathing excercises. There is no way he is afraid the weak, the human, the slayers, will kill you and take you away from him when he promised to protect you and you promised a life with him but he will have to hold her in his arms with blood coming from her mouth, so fragile and cold when she was always so warm because of her fevers and he had to take care of her but he left and she died ..... Ok, he can't trust you to protect yourself but that is not your fault. He genuinely thinks your Blood Demon Art it's amazing, just as everything you have, but.... you know.... he is overprotective.

"I CAN HANDLE THIS ALONE, GO SOMEWHERE SAFE!" He gives another kick to the Hashira, sending the slayer to crash against a tree, the sound of the bones breaking being easy to hear even from the almost 100 feet away. "You get out of here!" He takes your shoulder and pushes you on the opposite side the slayer is, guiding you forcefully to safety, but with your resistance it's only a few steps he manages to make before the Hashira comes back fighting. When Akaza faces the human, he gets even more scared. "GO SO I CAN FINISH THIS SAFELY! THE SU-" he doesn't get to finish the sentence as his neck is cut while distracted, not enough to take his head of as he breaks the sword before, but...

The slayer jumps to grab you, not even breathing, as the sun starts to come out. The. Sun. Is. Coming. Out. Akaza is having an attack, not knowing what to do to kill the slayer without hurting you as the light starts to reflect against the soil. The sun is coming out and you can't think straight. You are going to die. You are going to die. You feel a powerful, weird new plant growing under your feet but you can't care because you are going to die. You were both going to die until the Biwa sounds, and you are safe inside the Infinity Castle. It takes Akaza, unlike you, some few deep breaths to calm down and slam his fist through the Hashira's face, killing the human. You are still in shock when you hear his voice. "Well Akaza, it seems like you did find the blue spider lily. Y/N, I think you have something I want."

Douma:

Douma thinks your Demon Blood Art is quite handy, very useful and a marvel at that. Really, who could rival you with that beautiful ability? You can create the most impressive decoration, easily destroy the place with the beauty of nature and kill some humans, what else does he need for someone to fix his home? Oh, you meant in a fight? Nah, Douma thinks it's of it as a burden whenever you try to help. But you are trying your hardest and it's quiete endearing (or maybe the word is "fun"?), so he can't bring himself to stop you. "You are losing badly, Y/N, dear. Maybe you should let me handle it for you. I am always here to help others."

"Shut up, Douma! This is my fight!" It's impossible to say if that is a tease or it just sounds like he is actively trying to annoy you, but you don't want his help. "Okeeey! Still here if you need me!" You have been working on something and now it's the time to try it out, if only you had a few seconds to concentrate without risking losing your head. The space inside the cult is too small for that, but the sun is already up outside, so it would be suicide to ruin the structure and the last thing you want is to accidently kill Douma's followers. You wrap the slayer body with some vines before closing your eyes. Concentrate! Concentra! The Hashira has already cut the vines and the katana is inches against your neck... you hurry the summon the flower sonething when you feel a sharp edge before your head rols in the floor.

Your dead! Your dead, even like this you can feel your heart beat like crazy and you can only see blue petals as your ears go numb before Douma picks up your head and "I'm sorry for killing the Hashira for you, but you stoped moving after I cut your neck so the nichirin blade wouldn't! So I dedided to finish the job!" ... fuck Douma! He scared you! You are about to complain when you hear his voice in your head "Y/N. We need to talk. You have something that I have been looking for. Also, don't bring Douma." Ok, now what? Your body falls when a door opens in the floor with the Biwa, your head still in Douma's hands.... this is akward.... "It seems Muzan-sama is calling for us, huh?" .... who should tell him that he doesn't want Douma breathing the same air as him? .... yes, you.

Kokushibou:

Kokushibou finds your Demon Blood Art peaceful, and he likes how passionate you are with it. Even as a demon he can appreciate a good looking garden, and he finds it intriguing how it can create life, that is something rare for demons. Still, compared to him... it's not that he doesn't like you around or that he doesn't appreciate that you try to help, but... he doesn't want you to fight by his side. He fights alone and is not interested in changing that, no matter how much he loves you. "Y/N, you are not needed here. Leave." He is direct, not worrying about sparing your feelings, but genuinely wanting you to do as he says.

You are not obeying, and that annoys him, so in his pettiness he stays still as you face the Hashira more willing to attack you than to attack the Uppermoon One, probably trying to delay his end that a fight with his most powerful demon would mean. You move in the open space, using vines and trees to cover up, but the slayer cuts them like paper. There is something you want to try, a flower you have been meaning to call, but for some reason it doesn't come out. It's like a leyend, it exist and is very powerful, but... but maybe a fight with a Hashira will help. Somehow, you can feel it's important, and what is more important than killing Hashira? It grows, you can feel it grows, but-

Kokushibou got bored of waiting and took out his sword and "Third Form: Loathsome Moon, Chains" he attacks the slayer, and you take part of the damage. The breathing style cuts your neck and you fall into the floor with the dead human body, coughing as you choke in your own blood as your head lands against blue petals. "Kokushibou. Y/N. Come to me as soon as you finish." He is respectful to Kokushibou, and it takes you a while to realize you are regenerating from an inch of what was left of the conection with your neck and body. "We will go once you have healed." You don't understand anything, but why can't Kokushibou be a bit softer to you? You almost died! "Sometimes I hate you."

[spilledwordsbybee]

Love.

Funny word right? There's love everywhere.

An old couple that survived so much.

A mother and her son, a father and his daughter.

A young couple, God and his believers.

The Sun and The Moon.

Love really is everywhere, whether it is healthy, reciprocated, toxic, one-sided, abusive or respectful.

It has a million different forms, if not more.

Loving your best friend, your cigarette or adrenaline... all of it is love.

When you understand this, only then do you deserve and actually have the ability to find it.

"It's tricky, it's hard, it's complicated, it's suffering"

Everyone says this but that's what's the wrong kind of love no-one should suffer to feel loved.

Love is kindness, forgiveness, patience, compromise from both sides, not equally but enough to water each other.

Finding someone who is similar yet different, that's love.

Being yourselves together, accepting one another as you are and bettering yourselves because they make you want to be someone better.

Apologising just because that fight or argument isn't as important as your person.

Finding someone you love is basically having a bestfriend, a partner in crime, someone willing to hold your hand in the middle of the storm and when the sun is shining.

You need someone who gives you hope, stamina and that push in life that we all need.

Someone who accepts, loves and respects all of you. Your past, your present, and your future.

Someone who gossips with you endlessly, who lets it all out to you because they're comfortable and trusts you.

Someone who wakes up everyday and chooses you.

Someone who sees you in a depressive episode, when you hate the skin you're in, when you're unsure about life, when you feel everything falling apart and tells you I'm here for you.

Someone who still finds you beautiful even when your face is as red as a tomato from crying.

Someone you want to know entirely, someone that makes everything worth it.

I believe it's all about timing, it's all about when you meet the person, you two could've met in Kindergarden when you were just kids and then met again when you're in your 30's and realise oh they're it!

You could've met at 15 and it may or may not workout.. or you two could've been bestfriends for years, with the thought of being together passing by without actually attempting anything because in that moment in time you're so different, lost, busy, scared or were looking for different things.

Suddenly years later down the line you see each other for who you were and who you've become and only then do you realise that they are the one. And that all this time apart growing, changing and experiencing life, was something you needed to go through in order for you to become the person that's right for the other.

In order for you to reach maximum compatibility to become even more supportive, loving, understanding, caring, and kinder for one another.

And deep down while you feel a little sad that it took so much time, you're glad you got here.

Love is patience, acceptance and kindness.

-Bee (28/07)

[poppyandzena]

As someone with borderline in remission, whose sister has active BPD and is working very hard to manage her symptoms, it’s genuinely depressing to hear how P&Z talk about BPD and infuriating to realize how many people with BPD listen to Poppy talking about it like it cannot be managed. I worked so goddamn hard to get to where I am today, and I am so goddamn proud of my beautiful, STRONG, WONDERFUL sister for how far she’s come with managing her own symptoms. When she recognizes herself starting to fixate on people or spiral around incidents, she tries to reach out to people she trusts and listen to their input rather than immediately letting her fears and pain drown her. Sometimes she still goes under, and when she gets enough distance from these situations to see clearly, she apologizes and tries to make amends. She’s learning more every day. When her “fixation” suddenly left her in an extremely traumatic way a couple of years ago (taking their pets with them and spreading horrible lies among their mutual friends on the way out) she fought the urge to try to find her and instead contacted my partner and me for support. And she managed the emotional fallout without giving in to her impulses. I was so proud of her then, just as I was proud of myself when I had a horrible fight with my partner and had the stability to take a walk and come back ready to talk about it calmly rather than going to extremes.

If you are reading this and have been convinced by P&Z that those emotional black holes that open underneath you are just your fate and cannot be changed: please listen to me. It doesn’t have to be this way. Love doesn’t have to be a roller coaster, you can love someone and have them be a genuine place of stability for you. You can experience all of that joy without the dread of what comes when they cross the line between “favorite person” and genuine partner. The relief that comes with recognizing that you will be forgiven, that you will still be LOVED, is worth building towards. I know how painful it is to live with BPD, and I know how much more painful it feels to fight it, but the world is so much bigger and so much more beautiful when you don’t explore it constantly weighted down by dread. The struggle is worth it. I promise. I may not know you, but I know there is a path from where you are to where I am. Don’t give in to despair. Don’t accept a lifetime of being victimized by your own emotions. You deserve much better than to just survive the storms, you deserve to LIVE. You deserve to know how it feels to fall asleep next to someone you love and trust that they will still love you if you wake up screaming and disrupt their sleep. You deserve to understand that you are not lying to those you love, you truly are someone worth caring about. You deserve relationships (familial, platonic, romantic or otherwise) that grow stronger through healing rather than being shattered by any conflict. You deserve to learn who you are underneath all the debris, and learn how you can love yourself and how you want to be loved by others. I hope you find your path to happiness, whatever form it may take.

I was afraid once of getting better because I was afraid I wouldn’t feel things as intensely and/or I’d lose my creativity. But that’s not what happened. Joy unbridled by dread, love unbound by insecurity, these feelings are worth fighting for. Your loved ones, unfiltered by every painful thing that’s ever happened to you, are more beautiful than you can imagine. The world is kinder and brighter and more complex than it appears filtered through fear. And I hope you all get the chance to see it.

Please do not listen to people like Poppy telling you that this is all you will ever be. Please. I listened to people like her for far too long. Don’t make the same mistakes I did.

Thank you so much.

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Welcome Home {Kuroo x Reader}

Secret Agent! Kuroo x Dispatcher! Reader

So, this, uh, somehow, uh, like, quintupled in length from my original note, I don’t know how, but I guess my fingers slipped? Oops?

Kuroo, Bokuto and Iwaizumi are Team 1

You, Akaashi and Oikawa are their dispatchers, respectively

The six of you share a communication channel, but you have a separate one with Kuroo similar to how Akaashi and Bokuto have one, and Oikawa and Iwaizumi have one

Kuroo always teases you through your comms even when the others are listening. You never fail to say something snarky back to him or completely ignore him altogether—

“If I return successfully on this mission, will you give me a welcome back kiss as a reward, Y/N-chan?”

“Tch, as if.”

“Argh, get a room, you two lovebirds, you have a separate channel you know.” Cue Oikawa fake gagging.

– but he always somehow gets sweeter and more sensual when talking on your private channel:

It's super late into the night. Akaashi and Oikawa have gone to sleep and you're borderline dozing off. Your chair is fully reclined and your feet are propped up on the desk.

“Y/N? You still there, sweet?”

You jerk up, your chair almost folding you in half with how fast you tried to straighten it.

Hands flying to the keyboard, looking at each screen you have of their info, vitals, location, supplies, etc., “Yeah? Yeah, what do you need? Are you guys okay?” you make sure everything is still green

“Yeah, we’re good, I just wanted to hear your voice, Kitten.”

Kuroo was always a little more straightforward when it was late at night.

You hum and the heat travels to your cheeks as you recline

You can see him through the CCTV cameras Akaashi got into.

“Talk to me, Y/N-chan… So I don’t fall asleep on these snoring fools.” He chuckles and you see him crossing his hand across his chest.

His voice was much softer than his usual strong and commanding one, but it was nice in your ears, so you closed your eyes and took a breath

“Hmm,” You lean back into your chair, “Did I ever tell you how much I hated you—”

“—I think you say that every day. In fact, sweetheart, at this point, I think you mean I love you.”

You sputter out a disbelieving laugh, “I was going to say how much I hated you for always somehow being higher in rank than me!” You try to defend, “Always beating me by a few points even though I gave my 110 per cent!” your voice slowly rose as you finished the sentence.

Akaashi turns in his temporary futon on the floor between yours and Oikawa’s

Your hand whips to your mouth, but luckily, he’s still fast asleep and Oikawa’s sleeping like a log, sheets ruffled and tangled all sorts of ways around his legs.

“Well, it’s what I like about you.”

You frown, “What? That I can never surpass you?”

You hear his deep but soft rumble of a laugh, “No, sweetheart, the fact that you always give it your all. It’s why I put my full trust in you as my partner behind the scenes. Speaking of which, why did you apply as a dispatcher, anyway? You definitely had the points and the commendations to be out here with me, Kitten.”

“Please, we’d be at each other’s throats if I was out there with you.” You reply without thought, but then mumble into your hand, “Who else was going to watch your back.”

“What was—” static cuts him off

Then a sharp ring in your ear has you whipping the earpieces out of your ears and bouncing on the desk where they eventually roll off to the floor

Even though he teases you so much, you can’t help but worry when you suddenly lose contact with him

“Kuroo? Hey! Do you read me?” All the text on your screen starts turning orange, red and flashing, “Kuroo!”

You shake Akaashi awake and throw a stress ball at Oikawa’s head but eventually have to kick him awake, “Hey, hey, wake up, we’ve lost them, get Ki-chan, Kenma and Kunimi-kun.”

Oikawa’s up and almost sliding the door off of its hinges to get them

Kiyoko-chan, Kenma and Kunimi-kun are assigned to the Intelligence team

they start working on why you’ve lost contact with them, hair all messy from just waking up and eyes half-lidded with sleep

It’s been a full five days since you lost contact. They weren’t even meant to be out there for longer than two days.

Before they left, you optimised their supplies so they wouldn’t be slowed down by the weight.

You know for sure that they’ve probably burned through it by now.

You were just about ready to barge up to the big bosses’ room, pretty much ready to gear up and go out there yourself. More than qualified to do so, too.

Akaashi was holding you back mumbling all sorts of arguments trying to convince you to stay put.

“Y/N! Where’s Y/N?!” Kenma’s voice echoes through the hallways, “Comms are back on! We’ve got contact!”

You’re rushing to your dispatcher’s room in no time and stuffing the earpiece in, “Kuroo!”

It’s not Kuroo’s voice that goes through, it’s Iwaizumi's.

“L/N-chan, we’re still looking for him, we got separated.”

“What? What do you mean ‘You’re still looking’? You mean he’s been gone for… how long?”

“A couple of hours after we lost contact, we got split up. We have his earpiece, it’s how I’m talking to you, mine was smashed to pieces.”

“Find him, find him, you need to find him!” you plead.

You jump when you feel a hand on your shoulder and meet Oikawa’s eyes, “L/N-chi, they’re doing the best their can, let’s do our best here too, okay? Breathe, Chibi-chan.”

You suck a deep breath, close your eyes, and then exhale, “Yeah, yeah.” You say and press the button to speak with Iwaizumi, “Sorry, Iwa-kun… Oikawa and I can check all the cameras and check the data in all of your black boxes. In the meantime, update Akaashi on your supplies, find water, and…stay safe… Find him...please.” Your voice breaks as you plead to him.

“Bokuto-san and I will do everything we can, L/N-chan.”

For the next couple of hours, you’re all cooped up in the dispatch room, tracing their movement, hypothesising where Kuroo might have gone, you map out the area knowing that he’d have gone to find water at some point.

It was a few hours later that you hear Bokuto yelling into the microphone, “We found him! Kuroo! Over here.”

You couldn’t even let out a breath before he’s saying something that makes your stomach drop to the floor

“Oh my God, Kuroo! Iwa-chan, we need your med kit! Quick! Kuroo, hey, stay with me.”

“Bo, Iwa-kun, what’s going on?” you plead.

“L/N-chan, I’m giving the headset to Kuroo, keep talking to him, keep him awake.”

You hear some shuffling and then a spluttering cough, “Keep the pressure, Bokuto! Here…gauze, bandage!”

You blink, stuttering out your breaths, he’s bleeding somewhere, you deduce, if he’s coughing up blood, chest wound? Internal bleeding?

“Ki—urgh—Kitten?” He heaves.

“Yeah, yeah,” You fix the small devices in your ear, “I’m here, I’m here. You need to stay awake, Kuroo.”

He only hums in response.

“Kuroo, you—you idiot! What were you thinking, what happened? I… I hate you, you know..”

He lets out a chuckle but then winces

“Y/N-chan, I’ve got visual!” Oikawa shouts and pushes the screen to you. You can hear Akaashi dispatching Team 2 (Daichi, Ushijima and Atsumu – weirdest combo you’ve seen, but somehow, they work well)

You see Bokuto and Iwaizumi hunched over Kuroo, they’ve got gauze, bandages and even Bokuto’s shirt pressed onto his right side and chest.

It’s soaked red.

Keep talking to him, keep him awake. Iwaizumi’s words bounce around in your head.

What do I talk about? What do I say? Usually, he’s the one talking, I… I only ever give instructions, Kuroo, Kuroo, what do I do to keep you awake?

“I…Kuroo, I… What’s, uh, your favourite colour?”

You hear him breathing heavily into the headset and faintly hear Bokuto and Iwaizumi working in the background. Your eyes are set on his figure on the screen, his chest is barely moving, and his eyes are half-lidded.

“Pink. Red. Or something.”

Your brows furrow, “Pink?”

“Yeah,” he coughs again, and you see blood splutter from his lips.

Red. Bright red. Even on his black uniform.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever colour you blush –urk—is my favourite colour.”

You collapse on your knees to the floor. “I…I really do hate you.” You shake your head. Even as he’s in a situation like this, he’s teasing you. Even in a situation like this, he’s thinking about you.

“I love you, too, Kitten.” You see him close his eyes and smile.

You don’t even recognise what he said, too on edge, especially when you see he’s paling quickly.

“Oi! Kuroo!” You stand up, pulling the screen closer to you, “Open your eyes! Please!”

“I’m not going anywhere, Kitten. Not until I get that welcome back kiss from you.” He breathes out a chuckle

Team 2’s entering the camera’s view and Daichi pulls out another med kit, water bottle and IV bag. Expertly, he’s fixing the bandages and inserting a cannula into the crook of Kuroo’s elbow. He attaches the tubing to the bag and hands it to Bokuto who holds it up.

Ushijima and Iwaizumi have unfolded a stretcher turning Kuroo one way and then the other to slide it under him without having to lift him

Soon after, they’re making their way out and your fingers are flying on the keyboard trying to follow their movement through the CCTV cameras.

“L/N-chan…L/N? Hey…”

You don’t stop even though you hear Oikawa calling for you.

Not until Oikawa swivels your chair to face him, “Hey…L/N-chan, it’s okay. I can take over from here.”

“No, no, He—”

“—He’s safe, Chibi-chan.” Oikawa reassures.

Akaashi comes up to you and places a tentative hand on your head, “You need to rest; you’ve been awake all day and all night.”

Oikawa nods, “Mmm, we can take over from here.”

“But I—"

“You trust us, don’t you? I promise you; I’ll make sure he comes back home to you, L/N-san.”

You nod and Akaashi leads you to your futon on the floor and tucks you in.

Before he stands up to get back to his chair, you take hold of his wrist, “Promise me, you’ll wake me when he gets here.”

When you wake up, there’s no one else in the room. Your head is heavy and pounding, but you sit up, with a hand at your temples

As you do, the door slides open.

You look up and see Akaashi with a food tray, “Oh, perfect, you’re awake, L/N-san.”

You blink up at him. Akaashi… 

Kuroo!

“Kuroo-san’s recovering if you’re wondering.” He sets the tray down on the floor next to you, “He’s in the infirmary. Stable, but still sleeping.”

You flick the covers from your body and move to get up, but you’re stopped by Akaashi.

“L/N-san, it’s okay. Eat first.”

“I need to go see him.”

“Eat first, he’s not going anywhere, he’s safe. You need to take care of yourself, too, L/N-san. For Kuroo’s sake, as well.”

You clench your hands and as if seeing your inner turmoil, he sighs and picks up the tray and walks to the door.

Your brows are pinched as he stops in the threshold to look at you, “You coming? You can eat in Kuroo-san’s room in the infirmary.”

When you get to his room, you see him you see him in a seated position on the hospital bed

If you hadn’t known what happened, you would’ve thought he was simply asleep.

“I’ll set your food here, L/N-san.”

You turn to Akaashi as he exits, “Thank you, Akaashi-kun. Really.”

He offers the smallest of smiles and nods before closing the door behind him.

You turn back to Kuroo, taking a few steps forwards to take one of his hands in both of yours.

There are small cuts on his hand that you run your thumbs over.

“Kuroo.” You whimper and your vision is blurring over with tears, “Kuroo, Kuroo, Kuroo.”

As if hearing you call, Kuroo’s eyes flutter open

You don’t see through the tears, but you feel him squeeze your fingers.

“Hey there, sweet.” He rasps.

Your head whips up to his face, “Kuroo! Kuroo…” you pull his hand up so that his fingers are touching your forehead.

He says something that you can’t hear

“Huh?”

“Come here.” He says a little louder. You shuffle closer to him, and he releases his hand to cup your cheek

“What do you need?” you ask him.

“Can I…”

“Hmm?”

“Can I have my welcome home kiss, now?”

You pull away and you see him with a small smile, “Idiot! How can you joke in a time like this?” You slap his shoulder, and he winces.

“Ah, sorry, sorry,” You cover the area with your hand, “I…” then you grab his hand again, holding back your tears, “I almost lost you, Kuroo. Hahhhh,” You look up at the ceiling to stop the tears from flowing, “I hate you. I hate how much you affect me.”

When you look at him again, he’s already looking at you with the softest of smiles. You quirk your lips and then lean in to press your lips to his.

“Welcome home, baka. Don’t do that again.”

As you go to pull away, you feel his hand at the back of your neck, pulling you back to him, “I’m home.” He says and then pecks your lips once more.

I had a lot of fun writing this. I really didn't intend for it to be this long hahaha, but I hope you liked it :3.

As the title says, If you guys want and if I'm feeling it, I might turn it into a full one-shot (Or even a mini-series with how long it ended up)

Anyways, have a good day!

This is Seven, signing off :)

[mediumtires]

I love the way you write Christian and Toto for a variety of reasons but one of the biggest is just how whipped they are for each other. Like, they are so annoyingly in love, both to everyone else and eachother. It feels so real for each other and it’s great bc they annoy eachother out the wazo but in that way that’s soft and gentle and fun and just

yeah. I love the way you write them esp in love

this is the sweetest thing anon thank you so much. <3

i do this thing whenever i start writing a new pairing where i write a v short scene with them at their best. it works kinda like a mood board i guess, in that i keep going back to it whenever i write them, in reference to how i picture their relationship at its core. it's helped me so much especially when writing angst and stuff, so i don't forget who i think they are to each other at the bottom of it.

i don't know if anyone is interested in my christian/toto og written mood board but i'll put it here anyway :)

It’s one of those early summer mornings, the few days of the year when the sun is up early, soft, orange, slowly creeping up into the sky, almost unnoticeably. It has Christian waking up with a small sigh, not too hot, not too cold, to the smell of coffee wafting up the stairs. 

It’s one of those mornings where everything is peacefully quiet. Christian loves their house, loves the refuge it is for them. There are no neighbours, no roads close by, no early morning traffic. Just them, a bunch of animals, acres of land, and quiet. They get their fair share of hectic noise throughout the day, during the weekends, at the factories, but here, at home, it’s just them in their small, peaceful bubble – quiet mornings and warm light and the smell of coffee Christian secretly thinks is too expensive but that he lets Toto buy anyway.

He makes his way out of the bedroom on bare feet. He can tell today is going to be a nice day, warm probably, but for now he pays none of it a lot of mind, just follows the smell of coffee down the stairs.

The house is still quiet. Toto is a morning person, but he loves his peace in the early hours. There’s never a lot of noise on days like these, and Christian loves it. He’s learned from Toto, has picked up some of his habits over the years, unavoidable as things like these are when you share your life and your space with another person. But Christian doesn’t mind. In a lot of ways, Toto has made him better. Has made him calmer, more centred. Balanced.

Before Toto, Christian was always searching. For distraction, for things to keep him occupied, for his mind to stay away from the things he was too afraid to look at. He was running from things, from emotions, from people, and he tried his hardest to throw himself into his job because if he worried about his team, it didn’t leave enough room to worry about himself too.

With Toto came, for the first time in a long time, presence. In the moment, with each other. He taught Christian to allow himself to feel. The good things, the bad things. The things he didn’t want to look at but needed to. And suddenly, he didn't have to do it alone anymore, because in Toto he had not only found an equal but also a partner. Someone who he could trust fully to love and to be loved in return, bottomlessly, without uncertainty or hesitation.

With Toto, Christian learned to stop looking. To just be. To sleep when he needed to sleep. To ask for the things he really wanted, to ask for Toto. They learned a lot from each other. Toto changed too, in many ways more beautifully than Christian. He became so much softer, so much more open and vulnerable. He let himself fall with Christian, fell for Christian.

With Toto and time came the most beautiful relationship Christian ever had and the more it grew, the more it solidified, the surer he became that this was a forever thing. And so eventually, Christian stopped looking. He stopped looking for things to distract him, he stopped thinking about all the things he had to do, all the things he hadn’t done yet, all the things that could’ve been. He stopped looking because he had found Toto and with Toto had come a peace so profound that Christian had yet to feel anything like it. It was like his soul had finally found its home.

So Christian stopped looking and he hasn’t been looking in a long time. The only times he goes back to it is on mornings like this, when he wakes up in an empty bed, to cool sheets and the smell of coffee.

Toto is outside on the patio, a cup of coffee in his hand, bare feet on sand-coloured tiles, and he’s looking out into the yard, watching the sun rise from behind the line of trees in the distance.

Christian can’t help but wrap his arms around him from behind, press his face between his shoulder blades and inhale him, soft and still somewhat sleep-warm, so familiar it makes Christian’s chest ache. He’s so lucky. He’s so goddamn lucky.

Toto doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. The quiet is too peaceful. Soon the day will be filled with rushed phone calls and meetings and hectic plans and the sound of incoming emails. But right here, right now, it’s too beautiful to break their silent understanding with words. Toto’s free hand comes up to where Christian’s are wrapped around his body and he squeezes softly, brings one of them up to his lips to press a soft kiss to a knuckle, and leans back, just a little.

Christian returns the gesture, presses his lips to the soft cotton of Toto’s shirt and kisses where his face rests on Toto’s back. They don’t need to talk. There is an undercurrent of silent understanding, a quiet promise that underlies every one of their interactions. They’re partners. They’re lovers, they’re friends, they’re confidantes. But above all, they’re each other’s, and no one in the world gets Christian like Toto does. No one understands him with such little words, so profoundly, so deeply, so all-encompassingly, like Toto.

And he’s devoted to him. He feels it on mornings like these more than on others, their connection, their wholeness. Their constancy, their alliance. It doesn’t matter what happens in the world. It doesn’t even matter what happens to them. Because whatever changes, whatever happens, Christian will always have Toto to hold onto in the mornings, he will always have him like this, in the quiet peace of warm summer mornings, the smell of coffee surrounding them, both soft from sleep, after sharing a bed, after keeping each other safe the night before. 

Nothing else matters. This is it. This is all Christian will ever need.

They watch the sun climb higher up in the sky. With it comes more light, soft, yellow, and warmth, blanketing Toto and Christian quietly. It’s peaceful enough for Christian’s eyes to fall closed after a little while, and so they lean on each other like that, Toto’s hand covering Christian’s, just above his heart, softly swaying in the morning sunlight, full to the brim with gentle contentment, and love, so much love.

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Hello! I dont know if you do headcanon requests, but if you do, could we get some more of Viktor and his S/O bringing home random stray cats? I love cats and I'm currently trying to bribe the new neighborhood stray to come into my house to join the family <3 tysm

Omg yes! I've done headcanons for other fandoms in the past, so it's been a while but! I'll give it a try lol

Also good luck getting the kitty inside! I wish you the best!

Viktor x Reader (SFW)

-So the first cat you brought home was before you moved in together, a sad, tiny, black and white kitten that you named Pip. Pip is your first cat, and the only cat you have when you and Viktor start dating.

-Pip remains the only cat you have when you and Viktor move in together as well, which is probably good, because he's not used to sharing his living space with others. Pip is the perfect companion though, and she very quickly wins over you boyfriends' heart.

-And then you bring home another cat. A slightly pathetic, skinny, more-crust-than-fur, tabby.

-And Viktor is...not perturbed, exactly. Perplexed, maybe? As to why you chose this little thing of all the other cats on the street.

-But once you explain to him that 'the other cats are relatively healthy', and that 'this one probably wouldn't make it without intervention' his heart softens.

-Especially when he sees how diligent you are in caring for the poor creature; giving it warm baths with moisturizing soaps, carefully scrubbing away the fleas and scabs and lingering odor of sickness.

-It had been used to being on the street, fighting for every meal and always looking for somewhere safe to hunker down to rest; obviously it wouldn't trust people immediately. But when it did come around, Viktor had expected it to attach to you.

-So it's quite a surprise when the two of you are curled up near each other one evening, reading and working on various projects, and the cat suddenly jumps up onto Viktor's lap, curls up into a little loaf, and starts purring.

-You're unable to hide your smile, and Viktor decides to name the cat Bochník. (You laugh when you realize he's basically named the cat 'Loaf Of Bread')

-Bochník ends up being twice the cuddlebug that Pip is, and at first you worry that he'll be lonely when you and your partner are away at work, until you find the two cats curled up together, sleeping, and you realize that they'll be fine if they have each other.

-The third cat you bring home is not brought home by you.

-You arrive to work one morning, expecting to see Viktor and Jayce already nose-deep in blueprints and experiments. But instead you only find Jayce.

-You bid him good morning, and right as you're about to ask if Viktor had stepped out for a moment, he asks you if Viktor isn't feeling good.

-Anxiety squirms in your stomach. Viktor always left before you in the mornings, often heading out before you were even out of bed. But he always made sure to wish you a nice day, with a kiss or two on the cheek - and you distinctly remember waking at the feeling of his lips on your skin.

-You relay all this to Jayce, who also seems moderately worried at the sudden disappearance of his friend, but the both of you decide to wait for a bit. Something may have come up unexpectedly, and he could be attending to it...

-But when lunch rolls around, and there's still no sign of Viktor, you decide to head out. Jayce looks only slightly annoyed that you're jumping to conclusions so quickly, but you know Viktor; more than that, you know that he knows you.

-If something dire had come up, and he didn't show up, he knew that you'd worry - even if he needed to be somewhere, he would have sent a message letting you know. He wouldn't just disappear.

-So you ask around a little bit, tracing your steps all the way back to your shared home.

-You're surprised to find that he's already there, though. His shoes are on the rack, and his coat is on the hook. There's wood burning in the fire stove, and the dim light of a lamp casts long shadows down the hallway, and whispering?

-No, not quite whispering.

-You tiptoe down the main hall, closer to the light and closer to the sound, confused as all hell, only to find...Viktor?

-Viktor, with a bundle in his arms and a tiny bottle in his hand, talking quietly to whatever he had swaddled up-

-"Did you steal a child?" you ask him, very clearly starling him. You stare at each other with wide eyes for several moments.

-"Perhaps," he replies, "If you consider Pip and Bochník to be our children."

-Oh.

-Oh.

-You move quickly and quietly to his side, peering down at the curious little creature in his arms.

-A tiny white kitten, with a single splotch of orange around one eye, suckling happily on the end of the little bottle Viktor holds. So small, you doubt it's older than two or three weeks.

-"I heard her crying on the way to work this morning," he explains. "Someone had thrown her in a dumpster, as if she was...as if..."

-You quickly blink away tears at his implication, but you knew how cruel some people could be.

-You tilt your head slightly, and press a kiss to his temple, and another to his cheek. "How fortunate there are people like you in the world, then," you tell him, giving him one last kiss.

-Then you disappear into the kitchen to start making dinner, knowing full well that he wouldn't have taken his attention off the tiny cat throughout the day - not even to sustain himself.

-The cat grows quickly after that, always getting into mischief, and making a mess of the clean folded laundry you've yet to put away. Chasing shoelaces as you tie them, and hounding your other cats to play.

-You name her Lucky.