#someone help me find it hhhh

[sysig]

DAAAAAAAAAAAAX <3 <3 (Patreon)

[poppy-metal]

need best friend patrick to fuck the heartbreak out of me </3

hhhh best friend patrick who you know gets around and he makes girls feels so good - and boys, too, though that's something he's told you in confidence - and you've just had your heart broken. you're not thinking clearly, you're just thinking of how unwanted you feel - how undesirable you feel - and how patrick is so passionate and even as a friend, he makes you feel special.

and patrick - he tries to do the right thing, for a moment, when you end up on his lap and he pulls away like - "wait - we shouldn't -" and then he sees the tears in your eyes. is quick to cup your cheeks and wipe them away and tell you you're beautiful, he's not rejecting you because he doesn't want to fuck you, just the opposite - he's thought of fucking you since he first saw you. but you matter to him, he doesn't want to screw shit up. he doesn't want to be a regret you have. he wonders if sex will really help you feel better. but he's more than willing to give that to you, if you think it will.

and you do. you tell him you just want to feel sexy. irresistible. beautiful. he tells you you're all those things and more - "you're the best girl I know." he tucks some of your hair behind your ear, cups his hand behind your neck. "you really want this?"

because he doesn't fuck gentle, he thinks. you're not like the other girls he takes to bed - you're not someone who he won't see again, so it doesn't matter if he spits in their mouth - if he chokes them until they nearly pass out on his cock - if he makes them call him daddy until they cry - he'll see you again. he'll see you everyday. can he really treat you that way? should he try to be more gentle?

in the end, you tell him you want him and that's the end of the discussion. and in the end he finds a healthy middle ground. it comes naturally, too. it's scary how natural it comes, actually.

he spreads you out and tongues at your pussy and when you squeeze your thighs around his head he forces you to hold yourself open - "don't hide from me - and don't run from what I give you." you shiver, and he makes you watch him as he licks through your wet slit - long laps of his tongue. "so fucking good." against your heated flesh. his tongue slips down, traces between your cheeks just a little, hinting - and you gasp. but you don't push him away. good girl, he thinks. dirty fucking girl. hiding this from him.

not tonight though - he eats you out until your thighs are shaking and you're gripping his hair and begging for him to fuck you. you want it so bad. and he thinks he's in trouble because he likes the way it sounds coming from your lips too fucking much.

has to shut you up with his mouth - "hold onto me." when he presses inside - god, this is so bad for me. you feel so fucking good. and he knows how much he likes you outside of sex - and now he knows how your pussy feels - "shit." warm and wet and sucking him in - pulsing and tight. he groans. can't keep it to himself because he's never had a filter, "you feel so fucking good, baby. look at you pulling me in - you want every fucking inch inside you, fuck -"

he gives it to you. thought he might try to be gentle - make love to you, but he can't. you feel too fucking hot and good and swollen inside and he fucking - he needs to fuck you hard. needs to pound you into the bed until all your stupid thoughts about not being good enough float out of your pretty little head.

"so good - patrick, so good -" you wrap your legs around him - you didn't think it'd feel this good. that'd he'd fill you so well. "oh god -"

"such a tight hole, shiiiit -" he grunts. grips your thighs and jerks them up, higher around him. slides all that much deeper inside you. his balls are hot and heavy, slapping plap plap plap as he drives in and in and in. "my best friends got a hot little fucking pussy - fuck - what were you thinkin' keeping it to yourself, huh? should have given it t'me sooner - could've been giving you this dick every day - god, baby -"

oh god. oh god oh god oh god.

you think you've made a mistake. you don't know if you can return to normal after this. he can have you whenever the fuck he wants.

"yes. yes - yes - give it to me - fuck me - you feel - oh!!! ye -"

"yeah? I feel good?"

"uh huh."

fuck.

[instarsandcrime]

Returning the Favor (2/4)

Thank you again for the wait! I tried not to put too much fluff into what came next, but my brain ended up doubling down instead. I hope you enjoy more Sick!Husk featuring Alastor and his shadow-- as well as a few little details at @onetrickponi's request. Which admittedly was a bit of a challenge considering how I write this absolute freak of a deer man! Also Lucifer helping in his own awkward, unintentional way. 🫡

Enjoy!

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The world came back to Husk slowly, in pieces. He twitched his aching joints. He massaged a pounding head. He inhaled– to no success– through a thoroughly clogged nose. All the while hushed voices came and went like the tide. Glitched, warped, brushing his ears like smoke on the water, a fog just barely touching the surface. Then it thickened, increasing in speed until–

“Gah!” Husk gasped, suddenly face to face with the outline of a figure that sat heavily on his chest. He scrambled in a panic, world tilting beneath him as he hit the carpet. Curiously and completely unbothered, the monster simply craned over his fallen body. Alastor, but not quite. The fragmented reflection of him.

His shadow.

“Ugh…” Husk put a hand on his chest, unable to stop a few coughs from slipping out. “Wh– kaff! What– koff kOFF!” His chest crackled painfully as he spiraled into a fit. But cool hands rested on his back, delicately creeping under his armpits to drag him back onto his soft mattress. 

No– they were couch cushions. That’s right, he closed his eyes in the parlor to rest for a second and then–

“How long’ve I– snff! How long’ve I been out?” He rasped out.

The shadow simply swirled through the cracks in the fireplace, returning not a moment later to hold a pocket watch from…somewhere. Briefly, absent-mindedly wondering if its owner wouldn’t miss it too much, considering how the twisted apparition eyed it with a sparkle. 

“What the fuck? How did I sleep through the fuckin’ afternoon?” Husk breathed, watching the pendulum swing back and forth, quick heartbeat pounding in time. Shit, maybe he really did need the rest. Wait, he’s right next to the lobby. Why is the lobby empty? Where was everybody? All mysteries were unraveled as he nearly jumped out of his fur. The back of another hand rested on his forehead, and he yanked it away by the wrist. “Will you fuckers stop doing that?! I said I…I-I’m fi…fi…”

Shit.

“F-fih!…hhheh…” He scrambled for a tissue with none to be found. His pockets were empty. Shit shit shit!

“Hhh…hhhHHH–! No, nhhh- no…don’t…don’t you fuckin’ sneeeh–!”

Holding back was completely useless, nose twitching too irritably to stop. Between a thin film of tears there was a sudden blur of movement, and with a flourish Husk could see the shadow present a tissue box. Muttering small thanks under hiccuping breaths, he finally let the torture end.

“HUT’TSHHHOOOO! HUP’SHHHHH! H-huhhh..! Hhhh…hghhh…snff! Ugh.” He let loose a gurgling nose blow. Then another. And another. Until he raised his pounding head to find the shade stare back at him expectantly.

“Alrighdt, fide.” Husk huffed, tail slapping angrily against an armrest, “I’b a liddle sigk, so whadt? I…I’b subbosed to be adt wor– snrff! adt work ri’de nuhhh…now…HAT’SHHHUH!”

And the shadow continued to stare as a blush flared behind his tissue.

“...I’b ndot subbosed to be sigk. People nehh– need– HET’SHHHHhhuh…ugh, snff! need someone to talk to, y’know? Don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there’s a lot goin’ on right now.”

Finally, like the mere mention of its presence guided it, the lanky thing outstretched its hand, pointing a gnarled finger at his chest.

“Me? I’m fine.” Husk shrugged. His boss’s companion narrowed his eyes and pointed again.  No way of getting around it now, he supposed. Charlie and Vaggie were testament to that. For some reason. “Other than the, uh…fever, I guess. I jus’ need more rest or somethin’. I don’t– what?”

The shadow looked expectantly.

“What? What more do you want? A written confession?” Husk huffed.

And slowly, carefully, he traced the shadow’s eyes to the tissue box.

“Oh.” Husk flushed a little brighter, “I don’t need anything, trust me. ‘Preciate the offer, though.”

A pause.

“...You’re really not gonna leave me alone ‘till I need somethin’, aren’t you?” And all at once the shadow fully sprung to life, spine ramrod straight, ears pricked high.

Husk threw his head back to swallow a frustrated groan. “Fine, fine! I’m a little hungry. But that don’t mean I–”

Too late. In an instant the shadow zipped away, then back again, a steaming bowl of oatmeal and glass of orange juice placed on his lap. “Uh. Thanks.” 

He needed to apologize to the poor guy who’s breakfast got stolen too. But still.

“My head’s, um.” Shit, why was this so hard, “Kinda killin’ me. Do we got any meds to take the sting off?”

A blur passed by his eyes, met with a few blue, translucent pills. And despite the hot embarrassment that traveled down his neck, he grew just a little bolder. “A blanket would be nice too. Something soft.”

In an instant a warm, fuzzy comforter was wrapped around his shoulders. Fuzzy and pink, freckled with glitter. His brow furrowed as the fluff tickled the tip of his nose.

“Wait, is this Angel Duhh…D-Dust’s…! W-wait, hhh…hhholdoHHHN-!”

Another tissue pressed into his palm just as he bent at the waist, “HET’CHHHMPHH! HUH’MMPHH’HHOOoo…” Husk breathed out a sigh of relief when the disaster seemed to fade–

“My, that sounded dreadful!”

–and immediately proven wrong, jumped in place. “Jesus, fuck!”

“Why Husker, I’m wounded!” Alastor hovered a hand over his chest, “Don’t you recognize me? Your beloved radio host, now in spectacular technicolor!”

“Yeah.” Husk deadpanned, eyelids falling to half-mast. “It’s a real honor.”

Humming softly, The Radio Demon strolled to his caregiver, shooting his runaway a displeased glare. “Ah, there you are! I apologize for the interruption. I didn’t realize my shadow had ventured its way so far from home.”

“What? You didn’t kick him outta your room or somethin’?” Husk asked.

“Hardly.” Alastor sniffed dismissively, “I sent him on an errand and it seems his mind went elsewhere. Exploring our new home, most likely.”

“I. I don’t. What?” Even over Alastor’s shoulder in the empty space, he could see strewn belongings from exercises and art classes pressed between the cracks of a quiet lobby. Charlie’s dream fully realized and fully uncleaned. Wait. Where the fuck was Niffty?

“Now now, come here. Let’s not bother our pet any longer.” Alastor cooed, tapping the heel of his cane on the ground– shockingly, to no effect. And for just a split second, his smile nearly cracked. He cleared his throat, biting back a wince along the way. The shadow simply stood there, by the attempted entrapments.

“What the–” Tap. “Of all the nerve–” Tap tap tap!

And much like waking up, everything started to come together in pieces. The emptiness of the hallway that gave him peace and quiet. How Alastor’s shadow spoiled Husk without him even knowing it.

“Holy shit.” Husk huffed out a disbelieving laugh, “Are you worried about me?”

Alastor froze before another summon could be cast, cane’s heel hovering just centimeters above the floor. On a good day, Alastor was a closed book– wrapped in thorny lies and rosy promises. But ever so subtly the overlord’s scarlet eyes darted, a trapped animal looking for an escape. Before clearing his throat a second time, whirling around on his heel with a more composed smile– knuckles undoubtedly ashen under his taut gloves. 

“Ha! Husker my good man, you flatter yourself! You’ve proven to be very useful to this hotel, it’s true! Useful to it and myself– despite the fact that you’re a complete and utter failure of a man!” He hovered over his prey until he was inches from its face. Basking in the sudden chill that shook the lowly thing to its core. “But please, do pretend I care. I’d love to see what ridiculous delusions you…y-you…”

The air filled with static. The eerie glow of The Radio Demon’s eyes brightened, akin to a deer caught in headlights. 

“Boss?” Husk muttered.

And all too suddenly The Radio Demon’s speech was interrupted, scrambling for the handkerchief in his breast pocket. 

“Eschhh’hhhew! Et’chhh’hhew.”

Behind him the shadow curled up, wrapping tightly around Husk’s own dark reflection. An echo of a sudden loss of control as Alastor pitched helplessly again.

“EP’Sschhhh’hhew! Hehh..het’KSHHZZT!” With the itch finally satisfied The Overlord cursed, turning to dab at the mess he refused to show.

Oh.

Ohhhh.

For the first time in a long, long time, Husk had never felt more in control.

“Stop that.” Alastor protested, muffled by a slowly-soaking fabric. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“C’mon, enough already. You caught my cold from hoverin' over me and it’s showin’ how sappy you really are.” 

“You smug, arrogant, flea-bitten mutt!” Alastor snarled, whirling around to flash his fangs. The cracks in his teeth beading with blood. The sound of bones cracking as his body grew just a little taller. Antlers towered like an elk’s crown. “You don’t know who you’re talking to! You think you know everything. You think you know everyone! But you’re not as perceptive as you think you are. And if I hear one more word out of you I’ll pluck out each and every one of your vocal chords and feed the shreds to the…the streets of…of C-cannibal Tuhh- town…!”

“Your shadow’s sneezing its head off. You know that, right?”

The monster’s transformation suddenly faltered, face dusting slightly pink. And with an offended scoff, the radio demon retreated into the hallways. But not before one more damning sneeze wracked the walls and short-circuited the lights and setting off the soft jazz of the radio nearby.

Somehow, absent-mindedly, Husk wondered if he should buy the stubborn idiot a drink.

The next time Husk opened his eyes he was curled just under the roof, tucked somewhere between a balcony, its shadowed nook underneath, a steaming hot toddy, and a half-empty tissue box. Wings fluffing as he ripped a cluster of tissues apart to pitch helplessly. 

“HET’SHHHHOO! HEP’SHHH’HHOO! HEH! H-hehhh…nhhh…”

“Oh! Fancy seeing you here!” An anxious voice chuckled.

Husk jumped in place, twisting his torso to look up at The King of Hell– who looked just as surprised to see him, touting a smile so anxiously sharp that it could cut glass. Though that seemed to be the only thing in character for the royal hermit. His clothes were askew in ten different ways. His bowtie was crooked, and–

Husk’s damage report was halted with the snap of his fingers, and with a flash of golden light everything was back in place. Still. “The fuck happened to you?”

With a scandalized huff, Lucifer sat beside Husk, and with the flick of his wrist appeared a cigar. “Well I’ll certainly tell you what was supposed to happen. I was supposed to have an interview.”

“An interview?” Husk echoed. With another snap, a ruby hellfire sparked the tip to life. “Didn’t you show up at the bar two days ago, tellin’ me that you wanted some peace and quiet?”

“Ughhh, if only! Charlie bounded up to me, these adorable little stars in her eyes, saying it’s good publicity and, well. What else can I say? Sure, fine, now I’ve got an interview I know I’m gonna regret. But then He,” Alastor, by the murderous tone. “caught wind of who was doing what godforsaken deed. We got into a small debate. A simple argument that should not have happened because no, stepping into Vox’s studio does not mean I’m ‘giving him what he wants’!”

Inhale. Puff. Exhale. Ribbons of smoke trailed lazily in the wind.

“And no, I’m not going to blackmail the hotel if I show up with a few stories!” The strong scent of tobacco was bitter against Husk’s already battered nose, and it only took a moment for the itch to burn just a little brighter.

“And no, asshole, I don’t care if you can stand just fine, you should be resting because you’re--” 

“ET’SHHH!”

Lucifer clutched his chest, rant abandoned at the sudden outburst. “I. Uhh. Goodness, bless you!”

“Sure. Rembind mbe why you– snff! Ugh, sorry– why you didn’t tell Charlie how you felt about bein’ in the spotlight again?” Husk’s lips curled playfully, rubbing a knuckle under his nose, wincing when it squelched awfully.

But despite the sudden show, a mere mention of The Devil’s daughter suddenly and unsurprisingly got him back on track. “Are you kidding? How could you even think to disappoint that face?!” He bemoaned, throwing his arms heavenward.

“Oh lemme tell ya, it’s possible. There’s a word out there that’ll get anybody to stop in their tracks. Don’t know if you’ve heard’ve it, but it’s just one word. Starts with an N. Ends with a Fuck Off.” The old, wise bartender said, very tentatively ignoring the spare cards still stuffed deep in his back pocket. 

“Hey, it’s not as easy as it looks!”

“Oh, yeah?” His tail snaked around Lucifer’s back, “You may be the Lord of the Lies to every soul on Earth. But here? With family?” The tip knocked Lucifer’s hat askew, revealing wild hair sticking up like the pin feathers of a poorly preened duck. “You ain’t shit.”

Lucifer’s face flushed gold as he scrambled to catch his top hat, opening his mouth to protest– and quickly moved to cover his pointed ears as Husk took a sharp breath.

“ET’SHHH’HUH! RSSHH’HHUH!…snff! Ugh.”

“Yeesh! Bless you again.”

“Sdnff! Thaggs.”

Another drag of smoky tobacco. “Soooo…you come up here too.”

Husk sighs. “When you’re too sigk do be ady helb do adybody?”

Lucifer winces, exhaling slowly. “Or avoid an important conversation?”

They look at each other for a moment. Husk busies himself with a few well-timed nose blows. Lucifer lights his hand with magic to gel back mussed hair.

“Nah.” They chorused.

“Charlie says I should be working on my pride and ask for help. I’m trying, I really am! I know how important it is to start changing today, not tomorrow. But…it’s hard to do that when you’re the embodiment of your own kingdom, y’know?” Another puff. Another irritated sniffle.

“Same. I ain’t the livin’ symbol of it, that’s for sure. But I can– sdnfff! Guhh, ‘scuse me– definitely attest to bein’ stubborn.” 

“Selfish.” 

“Borderline– snff! Sdnfff! m-mahhh…maso…masocihhh.” A pause. “ESHHH’HUH! ET’CHHH’HUH! Guhh…masochistic.” He mumbled tiredly into his tissue. 

“Mm.”

“...Hey, I know this sounds kinda weird. But, uh. Thanks.”

“Thanks? For what?”

“For bein’ miserable.”

The demon king paused, blinked owlishly before bursting out in a fit of laughter. Wisps of tobacco-laced smoke pouring from between his fangs.

“No, no, I’m serious!” Husk chuckled back, looking back out at the ruby-rimmed skyline, “There’s so much good happenin’ around here. Demons are gettin’ happier. More confident about climbing those pearly gates. And yeah sure it’s good. Great, even. I'm happy for your daughter. But it’s…too great, y’know? People’r changin’ for the better and it hasn’t…” 

His smile waned, “I can't catch up. It hasn’t come to me like it’s done to the others. ‘Specially Angel Dust. I’m not really good at this open, mushy shit. So thanks. For not pushin’. For bein’ yourself.” He nudged Lucifer with an elbow, “For bein’ as miserable at this whole redemption bullshit as me.”

“Hah! The feeling’s mutual…”

“Dad!” A voice rang out.

“...The- the feeling’s m-mutual.”

“What? You said we should work on it starting today, right?” Husk elbowed him with a snicker, watching the Demon King’s pallid face turn somehow paler.

“D-did I– did I say that?” He stammered out, “You must– you must have misheard me.”

“Daaad! Come on, we can practice together! I made flashcards and they have pictures!” Charlie sang from below.

“Did you?” The cat demon’s smirk only grew, “I dunno, now that I think about it you’re right. Because right now? All I hear is the big, bad King of Hell acting like a fuckin’ coward.”

“Well what do you want me to do about it?!” Lucifer whisper-shouted, face flushing angrily, “Go up to my little girl and let her down?”

“Maybe.”

The king opened his mouth to protest and–

“HUUUSK!”

“Niffty?” The bartender breathed out sheer disbelief, attention snapping to the street.

“You’re sick! You gotta get cleaaannnnn! Come onnnn! I spent all day setting up the bathroom!”

Oh.

So that’s where she’s been.

The two quieted, exchanging glances.

“Tomorrow.” Husk whispered.

“Tomorrow.” Lucifer nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, we’ll start tomorrow! Tomorrow’s good.”

[jaydaichu]

may i request how the armed detective agency reacts when they found out dazai actually has a s/o? maybe they can find out by following dazai around shdhdhd.

dazai said he has some important matters to attend to, and atsushi (and kunikida of course-) decides to follow to figure out if he plans to slack or something

hopefully this make sense hhhh

"𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒" 𝐟𝐭 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

This was so fun to write, I hope you enjoy it! <3 and happy Valentine’s Day!!

“Well, would you look at the time! I have to be somewhere to see someone, so I’ll see you all later!” Dazai grinned, packing up his stuff.

The members of the Armed Detective Agency were all too used to how flighty the ex-mafioso was and of his hatred for working, but, somehow he seemed… different today.

At least, according to Kunikida he did. Atsushi didn’t quite see how he looked genuinely excited, more so than usual, but he was always up for something other than paper work.

And that was how Atsushi found himself ducking around a corner, spying creepily on Dazai. Kunikida was furiously scribbling down notes in his notebook, notes that probably pertained to his partner’s every expression.

The were-tiger could already feel a headache incoming. He couldn’t imagine that this would amount to more than an embarrassing goose chase.

You hummed a tune quietly to yourself as you perused the menu, still a little indecisive. Luckily, you were in no rush to order as you were waiting for you lover to arrive.

You always felt pulling him away from work for lunch, but he seemed all to eager to ‘take a break with his beloved’, as he always said.

Despite his outward ‘devil-may-care’ attitude, Dazai was an incredibly devoted partner, always eager to spend time with you. Smiling to yourself, you set down the menu, content to wait.

Just as you did so, the door opened, the chimes ringing pleasantly. Glancing backwards, a smile lit up your face at the familiar brunette.

You waved, and the moment he spotted you, his face lit up. In moments, he was sat beside you and hugging you tightly. “Oh, my delicate flower, how wondrous it is to see you! You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had!” He whined dramatically and slumped against you.

You laughed, but hugged him back. “Somehow, I doubt you’ve done much work, ‘Samu,” You teased. “But it’s good to see you too,” You added softer and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Dazai grinned genuinely, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Well, I’m sure you’ve done enough work for the both of us. So, lunch is on me, angel, order whatever you-!”

“DAZAI?!” “WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THEM?!” Both your attention were immediately on the two men standing in the middle of the cafe, fingers pointing to you.

You didn’t recognize either of the men, but from the way your lover was groaning with an usually annoyed face palm, you could tell that he certainly did.

“Is something wrong? Or were neither of you taught any manners?” You deadpanned, irritated. Dazai was busy enough, the last thing you wanted was two strangers interrupting your time together.

Dazai smirked and patted your cheek lovingly. “Don’t worry, angel, they’re just my coworkers, who must’ve followed me like stalkers!” He announced, pointedly.

The blonde man jolted at his words and cleared his throat awkwardly. “A-apologies, we were just suspicious as to why Dazai is always leaving during the day…”

Your jaw dropped and a scandalized noise left you. “‘Samu! You never told them about me?!” You gasped. The younger of your partner’s coworkers stepped forward, smiling sheepishly.

“My name is Nakajima Atsushi! Nice to meet you!” The boy had such a genuine smile that you couldn’t help but shaker god outstretched hand.

“I’m Ln Yn, it’s nice to put a face to the name! In fact-!” A hand was placed on your shoulder and you glanced back, the sight of your lover desperately trying to smile while shaking his head, as if already knowing what you were going to say.

“But I want to meet your coworkers! You always have such good things to say about them!” You pouted, knowing he could hardly resist anything you wanted when you did so. His eye twitched but he sighed over dramatically.

“Fine! But don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Ah, you’d forgotten about the blonde man, but Dazai certainly hadn’t.

“Blink twice if you need help, darling, honestly,” A scarily beautifully woman commanded, shielding your eyes from your protesting partner.

“Mmm… I don’t know,” A man sporting nerdy glasses interjected, hands full of snacks, “they actually want to date him,” He deduced incredulously.

“Why is that such a surprise, Ranpo?! I am a catch after all!” Dazai shouted, shaking his fist at ‘Ranpo’. Everyone shrugged with a dubious sound, causing you to laugh.

Everyone quieted down, surprised by your sudden amusement, Dazai included. After you calmed down, you smiled at everyone in the room.

“I’m glad to see that ‘Samu has plenty of people to take care of him!” You smiled fondly, “And to knock him down a notch, god knows he needs it…” You added under your breath.

“Angel, not you too!” Dazai cried, falling to his knees. “I’m never letting you meet them again,” He promised, fist to his chest.

“Anyways, you should come over more often!” Atsushi offered, much to your excitement and your lover’s horror.

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Pavia, Horropedia, Diggers // Bites as Love Language

Note// when you happen to bite as a gesture of affection, and you mostly do that on your boyfriend-...Also guys don't get me wrong, some of you want to bite them, too-*gets bonked*

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You were not certain why you like biting your loved ones, and especially your man Pavia- probably they were so loveable to the point you just want to chomp on them without needing to communicate-

or because you wanna claim them as yours. Lol

I guess is just your way to show affection.

nonetheless, the time you first bit him not so hard by the arm, the freaking boy bites you back....- but harder.

....crap, you just helped him discover a new habit. Congrats.

"Mmm... Such tender skin~"

...And your arm bled.

He helped you patch you up though, kinda...

Not the type who would say sorry in the spot, but he kisses the spot where it hurts before buying you Gelato to make up for it. He doesn't seem to regret it though, by the fact he keeps rubbing where he bit you with a proud smirk---

He finds your bites endearing, having the believe that he shows it better if he bites harder;;; <//3

You gotta control this feral wolf, bestie- how can you get to give him love bites if he keeps making you bleed through his teeth 😭🫠

Of course, you can bite hard on him. He likes that too. But you still won't be spared;;;

Oh, right, the silent treatment you get. Bad puppy. (lol)

It won't amuse him though, so he'll keep annoying the heck out of you until he gets what he wants; which is your attention.

He probably would have been mad about someone biting his cheek if they're not you- he just happens to have this tiny but unstable amount of patience whenever you do;;; otherwise, he'll trap you in his arms tightly and never leave you do anything else until you say sorry;;; like what do you mean, man- what about you hhhh- 😭

He doesn't care about hiding the marks that you make on him though, he is shameless and mad proud enough to flex them on anyone around him,,,, he even gives you the hard time for you to hide the marks on you if you’re not the type to attract attention,,,

Besides biting you, he often gives you teasing kisses on the cheeks or on the shoulder in response to your random love bites. He can be a loving goof when he wants to, no objections/ih

_

Sometimes... you can't help, but find your boyfriend quite mesmerizing. Not just listening to his honeyed-voice ramble whatever he desires, but also the way he sparkles while at it- He seems old-school... But your type of old-school <333

"when a series of bizarre murders occur on the outskirts of the fictional Midwestern town of Raccoon City, the Raccoon City Police Department's S.T.A.R.S. team are assigned to investigate." He rambles on as you doze off, your gaze slowly shufting from his eyes to his neck.

"After contact with Bravo Team is lost, Alpha Team is sent to investigate their disappeara- A... Ah?!"

He feels a small sharp feeling on the back of his neck.

He flinches as he gasps, before turning around to give you a confused look. One big flustered, confused look.

Horropedia scolds you, his ears start to grow a red hue while brushing his fingers on the sore part.

"H-Hey, don't just do that behind me! That's weird...!"

It really caught him off guard yet seems to have brushed it off minutes later when the bite suddenly reminded him of one scene from the horror game...- (help-)

..However, when the night comes, he'd be wide awake thinking about what you did. His thoughts just running wild as he contemplates, still remembering the feeling of your bite on his neck;;;

His brain be braining but also not braining for awhile;;;

At this point, he eventually doesn't seem to mind- he starts to seem to feel pleasant about it, especially if they're just soft bites.

He can't help but get a bit nervous when you do that because it's usually the times when he's not even mentally prepared sbshsn- he'll have these different shades of red on his cheeks, lots of sweating, and lots of occasional glances at everywhere but you to see if there some kind of killer about to jump on you both like in those horror movies---

If anyone ever asks why there are bites on his arms or neck- or even on his face... He'll jokingly answered he got kissed by a vampire, and it went wrong;;;😭/ih

He's not the type to bite, he would push away if it's not the right time at first- until he realizes it's just one of the ways you show this special affection for him, and that makes him feel a bit better so he eventually let them slide... sometimes- it takes a while to get used to it for him hhhh-,,

He would end up either giving you headpats as you do your silly biting sessions or occasionally just pull you close with him in one arm and starts messing your hair playfully;;; of course, all the silliness ends with one kiss on the nose <33

_

Diggers would most likely let out a shriek or a gasp the moment you bite him-

Oh, how his reactions tend to get escalated at first;;;

Once in a scenario, you two were having their moment alone. It started with one kiss on his cheek, then two kisses on his lips, then one long kiss-

and then one very long kiss to the point you were now pinning Diggers on the ground as he was holding on to you closer.

You then started planting cute kisses on his chin and neck, making him muffled some giggles by the ticklish feeling-🥺

...Until you started nibbling and biting him softly.

"E- Y/N????" He squeak in an embarrassed tone as he shivers in his own grip.

Whenever you bite him, he tends to get so confused- He would be starting to feel less sober than usual every second while you keep biting him.

It wasn't exactly a negative reaction, he was just very surprised---

Not to mention, you keep doing this to him pretty often after that- preferably behind close doors.

Diggers, at this point, will get high and addicted to your soft bites. Weirdly and silly, they're sometimes used by him as inspiration- even giving him some spark of motivation whenever you stub a bite on his wrist--

He would have a more passive approach while finding himself covering you more with his kisses. He would still peacefully yawn as he has his arm around you. Cuddling while you do it.

Slowly, he eventually gets used to your affectionate gesture that his reaction will start to gradually seem to become a bit calmer.

He wouldn't flinch nor pull away if you lightly bite his lip. But he'll surely shiver again as the sensation is overwhelmingly good.

Yet- He honestly can't bring himself to bite you back as he doesn't want to do any form of harm to you- So he can't speak your love language, "i'm sorry, my muse,,, 😭🥺" he would say;;;

Nonetheless, he won't stop give you kisses and the occasional nose booping... your touch is all the same intoxicating. <33

[lokorum]

Pls rant about non romance cole…he’s my favorite character in anything, ever and it feels so sad that we never got to have a deeper relationship w him. Like the mechanics/possible lore of having a romance with a spirit are so tantalizingly interesting but no…also doubting we will see him in veil guard which leaves me so so broken …

*looks at their pile of unpacked feelings about cole*

so ૮( ◡̀_◡́)ა where to start....................

first of all uh! im not good at talking! that's why i draw phphp but i'll try my best to resurrect my memories from 2014 and share it with you!! sorry if it will sound weird, english is not my native language! 

well WELL from the begining then. i remember spending hours  more like days hhhh thinking about how weird and cool the recruiting scene with cole is? later when he is already with the inquisition, our party is either on guard around him or kinda treats him like he is helpless and needs special attention or guidance or something like that? demonising someone like him or framing them as in need of help are like textbook behavior ofc and im not here to be a hater, i just noticed it? moments with solas and varric fighting over him like a divorced couple are super cute for sure!!

but i remember being confused because excuse me, out of all of them, this guy??, this feral bat that is chilling on the ceiling like it's a lounge-zone inside Lucius' head, created especially for him?

he is confident. also a little bit nervous, a bunch mysterious and just ghostly cool. but also confident. (im not saying this confidence is not misplaced sometimes btw x) he even tells you that if you'll leave your head you'll die! what a jokester (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)

and the whole quest with templars and envy are soooo horror coded, i love it!! it looked a bit silly, sure

(even after so many years im not able to get rid of the image in my brain phphphp) 

but it's still a very interesting quest!! dorian is ✨the bestie✨ but i'm always picking templars bc the implications of the story are just so good

1. its placed at the beginning of the game and your character is probably confused and anxious and dont yet worked out the routine of how to deal with their new title\powers + not every inquisitor character would want to be in the spotlight.

imagine you suddenly got yourself into position where a lot of people looking up to you, listening to what you saying, placing their hopes on you or waiting for you to fail? this is terrible! id 1000% just jumped out of a cliff!!! a small one, but still 

2. you meeting the guy who basically came from a place you now have unlimited access to.

he is: a) almost as confused as you are b) possibly came to this world without knowing consequences of that decision c) along the way he is figuring out how to be himself in the environment that is nothing like where he used to live. wow thats just like forced immigration *nervous laugh*

3. and let's not forget that you are meeting him inside your head and you can say to him "you look familiar".

dont know about you but apparently i dont need much to start screaming ¯(ツ)/¯

also can i just spend the moment to say that this is three (3) identical dialogue options??????????

the screenshot is from here btw

how awesome would it be to be able to figure out stuff together? to find comfort in someone, with someone who barely experienced it this way? to build on your strong sides? like "hope" for cole and i guess "unhingedness" for the inquisitor? i bet they would ground each other easily as well: cole distracting inq by being unintentionally mischievous and inq would have a notepad with cole's "firsts ____" or they would just read together. oh im such a sucker for hurt\comfort\some things cant be healed stuff uaaaaaaaaa

ALSO THE "FORGET" THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the drama the horror the tension!!!!!!!! you can fight me over this but heres the thought:

cole being so stressed that he is erasing\being on the edge of erasing the inquisitor's memories??????

i got the feeling that cole's confidence in the concept of "help" is, among other things, makes him being able to zoom in on something borderline obsessively? or vise versa - dismissively, not noticing "it hurts, its not for the better"? he thanks you when you promise to kill him, he cries when you do not. i swear this man (─ ‿ ─)

+quick addition bc im not entirely sure: so if i got it right, the anchor makes the inquisitor "too bright" to read? so among all the people we know about inq is the one that cole can't truly empathise on this lvl? on spiritual lvl you might say lsdkjflksdjflkj sorry!!!!! but jokes aside,this is like the perfect ground to build both comforting stories 

"someone from the party notices that cole is hanging near inq before inq do, and when asked he explains it by saying something like "dry warm skin. the air is stilled with quiet, easy to breathe. i followed the shining whispers and then i was followed no more" with the most plain face possible? "

and "today for lunch i have glass" kind of stories, like "the inquisitor is cornered and possibly bleeding and probably on the verge of passing out and they know that situation is bad and no one should follow/find them, "it's better to wait it out and deal with it on my own" kind of clown behavior. so they laugh tiredly at how pathetic they are, maybe remembering something similar from their childhood, remarks from their sibling for ex., and just trying their best to not think about how they need cole's help, cole's presence. the sense of safety that comes when he is around" 

uh!!! that wasnt neither quick or painless so i'll go make a tea wait a second please

im back!! so since i talked about the forget thing i must confess - i dont really like cole's personal quest???? again, im not complaining or anything but i remember feeling kinda empty while playing it? like deep inside me, there was something sad, but it was so far away,i coudn't even feel it properly?

both human and spirit versions of his ending made me feel like the distance between you and him lengthened, and maybe you could do something about it before but now? this "something" is missing and you're lost and can't even tell for sure if theres was a chance to do something in the first place? and cole just moved on? its super logical considering he is not a romance option but phphph so, i rarely romance someone in games, partly bc rpg tends to be a little horny and im that kind of ace who is not interested in this, partly bc i tend to pay attention to non-romanceable characters, so when i started to explore last da:i dlc and i saw cole having gf i was like "well ouch".

imagine your inq has a crush on cole but they never were able to say it clearly?

mb it was a melancholic slowburn, and your character was going through too much and felt like burdening cole with their problems would be unfair?

maybe they tried but the timing was wrong, the words felt stupid, and their hands felt too dirty, too guilty?

oh anon its been ten years and its still huuuuuurts!!!! if you following me for a while you know that im an edge lord in poor disguise so its not surprising for neither you or me that i ended up rumbling about inexplicable sadness and crushing existential guilt, but sorry for that anyway!! if anyone would want me to talk about something specific, or to draw something - im here, staring at the wall, listening to cole's banter :') thank you for the wonderful question tho, it was more than just nice to return back to this ship. im so agreeing with you about cole being the fave character from everything, but i also understand that this could mean being very unsatisfied with the way he was portrayed at some points or just with the fact that characters like him are rare so im sending you warm and tight hugs and a little sketch!! <3 

let's collectively accept the fact that dav gonna be a beautiful mess, we gonna love it (passionately), we gonna be hurt by it (not surprisingly) and COLE FOREVER WILL BE THE BEST DA CHARACTER EVER IM NOT GONNA CHANGE MY MIND FIGHT ME

[tftjaspasaur]

Not sure if you're at work still but wouldn't it be so fun if someone pulled you into the bathroom and fucked you as aggressively as they wanted to? And you had to be quiet unless you wanted people to find out? But maybe you want to be found out <3? So you could become your workplaces fucktoy ?

•🩷

hxhsjd think about this a lot ngl.. just someone being so desperate to use me they can’t wait and need to pull me into the bathroom.. didn’t mean to tease them but bending over so much, getting to close to them while I help them find something or anything.. be begging them to slow down because I just can’t keep quiet when they are making me feel so good !! gotta go back to work, need to be able to walk !! mm just fuckinf me so good I can’t even care to hold back my moans as I cum around them over and over.. losing count of how many people have used me..

hhhh please?

[flowercrowngods]

Okay here's hoping tumblr isn't hungry haha

PART 1

Soft steddie idea with soulmates, but instead of feeling the other person's pain you feel their joy and happiness. But steddie doesn't know who the other person is.

Eddie feels it when Steve was a kid and when he wins metals for winning in sports. Steve feels it when Eddie moves in with Wayne and gets his own mug from the collection.

Eddie feels it when Steve was with Nancy, and he never understood why he didn't feel hatred or jealously seeing them together, just a fond sense of happiness from somewhere deep inside him. (Eddie of course has a minor crush on Steve, I mean, how could he resist it?)

Steve feels it when Eddie gets his first acoustic from Wayne, a hand-me-down from his mother that was in storage. He feels the joy when he's learning to play and when he finally nails one of the songs his mother loved.

part 2

And then nothing for a bit from Steve, due to the Upside Down business, until a random summer night in 85'. Eddie's on stage playing a gig, the mood is a bit down because Eddie has to retake his senior year again, when suddenly he feels joy. So much joy he laughs and pushes himself and his guitar. The room responds and it's electric. Corroded Coffin were booked to play the same gig for weeks after that.

And in a Starcourt bathroom, Steve felt the response to his joy, an echoing he thought was due to finding his platonic soulmate.

And then they come together but it's stressful with the Upside Down and the murder charges. And they don't realize it but they're trying soothing each other. Steve's trying to take Eddie's mind off Chrissy's body floating and cracking, Eddie's trying to help Steve's burden of responsibility by making him laugh and complimenting him.

And then in the final battle, Steve throws the Molotov and feels a sudden burst of joy. It makes his aim true, and lights Vecna on fire.

And then nothing.

They say that the strongest feeling you'll get from your soulmate is their happiness. But Steve knows differently. It's the absence left behind the joy, when there's nothing left, and it feels like there's a block in your soul, taking pieces of you away.

It was the same feeling he got seeing Eddie's bloody body and Dustin crying over him.

It helped him ignore his own injuries and exhaustion as he picked Eddie up and ran to the gate, not stopping till he collapsed in the hospital when every was safe. Everyone but his joy.

The first thing Eddie felt when he woke up was happiness. Stronger than he'd ever felt before, and it empowered him to open his eyes.

Wayne was on his right and to his left, Steve.

He lifted a shaky hand to Steve's wet cheeks and smiled softly. "Hey sweetheart."

"You asshole, I told you not to be a hero." Steve sobbed and laughed.

"I knew you got me, my sunshine. My joy."

Wayne snorted, with eyes wet with tears. "You've always been a dramatic one, you get it from your mother."

Eddie hummed and closed his eyes.

He heard Dustin asking if he was alright and Steve answered for him.

"He'll be alright, he's happy."

Eddie squeezed Steve's hand tightly and smiled wider.

He was happy.

🤍🌷 THE END 🌷🤍

aaah oh my god??? feeling someone’s joy as the link?? (also not my angst brain getting stuck on eddie not feeling steve’s joy for months, if not a year!!! 🥺😭) BUT THEN THE ENDING!!!! god!! yes hhhh thank you so much they’re so!! 🥺🥹🤍 thank you for writing something for me!! 🌷

[hermitdrabbles56]

I can't find the quote that inspired this fic but basically it's about why Twilight is careful how and when he shows his anger. It's been sitting in my drabbles box for months and hhhh just take it.

Aren't You Angry

"What's going on?"  Time's worried voice draws everyone's attention briefly away from the scene in front of them, but is quickly forgotten.  "Sir…she got knocked into me, all I was trying to do was keep her from falling.." Twilight's voice comes out calm and even toned despite the small mob that was starting to form around him. Legend at his side and looking just about ready to kill someone, but Twilights hand spread open against his chest is keeping him in place for now.  "Yeah right we know what your kind is like! Ruffians looking to take anything they want, outsiders like you swoop in and steal our goods, go after our women and ravage our homes before taking off!" The villager in front of Twilight is about two heads shorter but has puffed himself up. Hissing and spitting his words like a feral cat. "Don't think we haven't seen how you've been slinking around!"  "All that I'm guilty of, is looking for a good book and hoping to find some arrows for sale…I'm just a passing traveler.."  "A look like that and we all can tell you're nothing more than bandit scum." An old woman spits.  "Why you-" Legend shifts to go for her and Twilight catches him again. "He's been out there fighting monsters to keep you assholes safe!"  "Legend don't…"  "No! Fuck this bullshit!"  "What you want us to believe, a freak of nature like this is here to help!" Another man shouts.  Suddenly comments begin to flood the area.  "Marks of the devil!" "The look of a theif"  "Shifty attitude!"  Twilight pulls Legend closer and closer as he carefully tries to back away from the crowd. The anger of the villagers boiling up quickly before everyone's eyes and reaching a fast snapping point, as a stone comes flying out of nowhere and clocks Twilight in the side of the head. Grimacing in pain he curls around Legend a bit to make sure he won't get hit, but it also puts him in range as a woman grabs him by the ear and yanks him to the side, nearly throwing him off balance.  "Look at this he's even filed his teeth into that of a beast!"  "He's a danger!"  "Get out of our village!!"  "Enough!!"  A crack of deafening thunder splits through the sky. Stopping the riot before it can go further.  "You are speaking to a hero of the realm! And if you say one more word you'll be answering to me!"  The crowd parts to where Hyrule stands on the opposite end. Lighting crackling at his fingertips and the edges of his eyes. Sky not too far behind him looking just as pissed, but letting the traveler take the lead. Stalking forward through the crowd Hyrule and the chosen hero beeline straight for Twilight. The largest of them having curled in on himself to make himself smaller. Hand held to his head to try and staunch the bleeding that the rock had started, while also covering the ear that had been yanked on. Legend having finally gotten out of his grasp and protecting his other side.  "You're okay..I'll fix you up right away…." Hyrule whispers as he looks the cut over, careful not to touch because of the lightning still zipping between his fingers.  "I'll be fine..I'm sorry.."  "Don't you dare start with that…come..let's just get you back to the inn.." Hyrule murmurs carefully.  With a quick shake of his head Twilight straightens a slight bit. "Im…gonna find a place in the woods, I won't cause more trouble by staying.."  "We'll all…find a place in the woods." Time states as he finally makes his way over. His one eyed glare passing over every one of the stunned villagers.  "Has everyone gotten what they need..?" Sky asks firmly as he looks around at their brothers who are now circling Twilight. Pleased to get a chorus of nods.  "Then let's get back to Epona and get out of here.." Hyrule states carefully as anger continues to boil in his tone.

°•○•° "You don't have to use your magic, I'll be just fine." Twilight says with that soft kind smile of his.  Hyrule though is having none of it. Palm glowing a gentle gold as he hovers his hand over the cut until it's gone, even giving a light pass over the ear that had been tugged. Then promptly runs his fingers gingerly through Twilight's hair, glad when the wolf hero carefully leans into his touch.  

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[marianasue]

some points I didn´t mention in the the previous post about as good as it gets .

something about Melvin Udall , is that he can´t express his love to Carol in the normal way , like he didn´t say ´´I love you Carol ´´ until the last minutes , last scene , in the end of a movie . Instead we get to see that his love language is more about offering a hand of help, for exemple we see him paying for her son medical treatment and sending a doctor to her house , just because she told him about her sick son and he felt guilty because he said some shitty things to her , he believed that this is a way to make her happy and more relaxed in her work , plus we get to see him offering her a trip with him and simon , just to see her entertained and of course he wants to know about her .

just like carmy who we see him oferring syd a restaurent , a jacket , a michelin star soon .....

other interesting point , it´s just a quick a scene in the movie but I find it very very very interesting , hear me out : when simon telling carol about his relationship with his parents , Melvin just looked and say that his father kept punishing him until he learned how to play with the piano of course melvin said it so cold and he was shitty with simon like it was really funny . the scene may be normal for the audience , because we didn´t get melvin past , I understand that his lack of love comes from his father . does it this reminds you of Donna , : melvin and carmy share some family isues.

just here two depressed men : simon and melvin

and here richie and carmy hhhh

they are the funniest duo : melvsimon and richcarm .

back to the point :

in the restaurent scene we get this :

melvin here is trying to be a romantic , nice , a normal partner but he simply said this : it´s exhausting , talking like this .

melvin believes he is not a nice person , he is shitty , and nobody will love him , he can´t be empathatic with people , he is just an old annoying man .

when I read the script of the movie , I get to know that carol said to melvin that the first time she saw him , she felt he is an attractive man until he spoke , he was a ´´shitty man´´ . this is reminds me of sydney , I believe that the first time she saw carmen , she liked him but her idea changed after she get to know his personnality .

now let´s take a conclusion :

a complicated character can get and receive love from different people , especially someone who lacks love , he can´t stay alone all his life in some point he will meet someone who gonna make him try to be better , this is the case of melvin and carmen just two lonely men trying their best to not be shitty with the people they love .

bonus : carol wears red in her first date with melvin

and syd wears red also when she believed that she will go to kasama with carm , just watch :

and the two dates ended like a mess ehmmmmm

I love how the bear is taking references from romantic old movies

the bear is a love story indeed ...

@thoughtfulchaos773

[chromotps]

Do you have any favorite acelu headcanons/tropes/dynamics?? All your works of them are so gorgeous and amazing and wonderful that it’s got me curious on what other thoughts you might have for them. （●´∀｀）ノ♡

AHHH thank you!! From you, it means a lot--I love so many of the details and backstories woven into your works for them!! TwT

I barely know where to begin with this bc like. Everything about acelu is my favorite. But I've also sort of been in a brainrot for them for so long now that my brain is entirely mush when I even think of them. Where do I start???

I guess, I love all the Ace-Lives-related headcanons. Anything about him finding more of a sense of self after Marineford, now that he's reckoned with the fact that he really is unconditionally loved... I personally adore any storyline where Ace kind of mellows out, like, his life isn't about proving he deserves to exist anymore, so he isn't as unforgiving with himself. I actually wanna link this comment thread between me & @to-a-merrier-world bc the headcanon of Ace getting a Stawhat tattoo makes me go wild. It just makes so much sense—his Whitebeard tattoo was on his back as a sign of worth and labor and duty, but the Stawhat tattoo over his heart would place more emphasis on his joys and dreams and jusT gosh. I need to lie down. This idea also ties into your to be deserving fic and Ace allowing himself more like, purely whimsical adornment?? Especially if it's gifts from Luffy??? I can't quite word it now, but the way it could symbolize him just loving the parts of himself that aren't just for fighting makes me. weak. I think it's why I like drawing post-timeskip Ace ideas so much (I already have another sketch I'm planning to post 😂)

hhhh okay that was a lot of Ace Talk. On Luffy's side... tbh Luffy is always harder for me to pin down. But I always love the idea that he needed Ace as a kid just as much as Ace needed him. Like this hc (from another comment 😂)—"Ace needs someone to prove unconditionally that he's lovable, and Luffy needs someone to prove that his love is important, and not easy to abandon." tbh acelu reminds me of my old D&D character, where basically, she was always pretty cheerful and resilient, but felt isolated—like she was always too alien to really relate to others. But then, this other character loved her as she is, and I think Ace did something similar for Luffy in the end? Like, in a world where Luffy never got Ace, I wonder if he'd still be as emotionally secure and kind. Probably! But... ahhh. This hc is more indulgent, but I really love the idea that Ace helps Luffy remember who he is beneath all the power and bravery. Where most of the One Piece world loves Luffy for being a liberator and a fearless captain, Ace loved him before all that—when he was just a kid who loved to laugh and share a meal and marvel at the world.

Oh my goddd I'm rambling. uuuuhhhh there's so much more, I love both when people write Ace as cool and suave, but also when he's a giant lovesick dork... The enemies/annoyance-to childhood friends-to lovers trope works in every world, I'd love to see it in AUs as like a bodyguard + celebrity/royalty plot, or arranged marriage—or pretty much, any story where Luffy wins Ace over with his terrifyingly stubborn love. I also love the fact that their dynamic is so playful!!! If an acelu fic/art doesn't imply that they can—and love—laughing together, then it's out of character to me. 😂

I don't know... they just have it all.... the depth and "I would die for you" level of devotion. But also the ridiculous "we're two feral gremlins who dare each other to eat doritos soaked in mountain dew" shenanigans. It's that mix of both.

[eldritch-spouse]

I have no idea how I stumbled upon ur content, but I’m so glad I did! What would it be like being in an arrange marriage with Adrul?

(Also, Adrul and Adelo’s relationship sort of reminds me of Aemond and Aegon from House of the Dragon. And I’m definitely an Aemond/Adrul kinda gal!)

[Hhhh, I'm sorry, I don't watch that show. But hey, glad you're having fun.]

An arranged marriage... Is not that likely to happen. Maybe Belo would advocate for it, as angels trusted their highers to set them up with compatible mates for procreation. Krulu would be too picky to ever settle on someone for his children, but let's say that both him and Belo did find a human that looked adequate enough to perhaps pair with their son, and Admin agreed to start a test.

Adrul is extremely conflicted about all of this. If there's one thing the demigod can't stand, it's not getting warned about things. Adrul doesn't like getting caught off-guard, not having enough time to prepare for anything stresses him out, and he's inwardly screeching when you're offered to him by his parents like some sort of reward. Immediately, he's overthinking it. Did he meet you somewhere? It can't be, his memory wouldn't fail him like that, you're a total stranger to him. Do his parents think he's inadequate at courtship? That he needs help? That he's frustrated? It's so very odd to him, the King of Perdition can't help feeling inadequate. Adrul takes you home because he's frankly too embarrassed to reject the offer... And, well, if his parents put that much thought into it, if they deem you acceptable, then you must be something special, right?;

The first few days are marked by a lot of awkward, overly formal interactions. Adrul isn't sure how to address you, so he focuses on what he thinks is imperative, providing minimally comfortable housing for you in Hell. You have more contact with a myriad of servants than you do with your supposed, would-be betrothed. Sometimes, it feels as if the King is directly avoiding you, like he's afraid of you, which is all too silly, considering it's essentially the same as an elephant running from a mouse. He can't avoid you forever though;

The times you meet the most are during meals. Adrul is perfectly content to stay quiet throughout these events, actually not minding the gentle company of another soul. He's not a talkative monster, and he doesn't trust himself to not say something that completely kills the mood, so he opts to stay quiet and mull on his tasks for the rest of the day. He asks for your favorite types of dishes, and settles for that. You might have to be the one to break the suffocating silence, which is a scary thing to do, admittedly. The King almost sighs in relief when you do, having at least some form of a lifeline tossed out to him. Although he's cultured, Adrul would prefer to hear about yourself and your opinions on a wide variety of topics before he chimes in, so it'll be even more relieving if you're naturally the talkative type. It's through these oftentimes curt but still enjoyable conversations that Adrul starts taking a real liking to you, how different you are, how sweet, how pleasing your voice is... He really was starting to get lonely;

Eventually, after a lot of plotting various possibilities, and bracing himself for rejection, he'll get the nerve to personally escort you out of your room and bring you out for strolls, perhaps take you to the more interesting parts of Perdition, tell you about its peculiarities. You'll start getting your first gifts then, dainty but decidedly elegant jewelry, books about whatever topics the two of you talked about prior, flowers even. Frail things not many here care for. Although Adrul would like to hold you, feel the warmth of your skin, kiss you even- He struggles with displaying affection through words and touch, so he hopes that you can catch on from his actions. There's a level of desperate vulnerability in his four eyes when he gifts you a massive garden. I love you, it screams, I love you so much;

By that time, he's already declared to his parents that he accepts you as a mate. If you were to reject Adrul now, the ruler of Hell might just do something rash. After all, who are you to crush his heart the one time he's foolish enough to open up?

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

🎭🦉🟥🛌🤔

🎭What genre of writing comes easiest to you?

Fantasy action romance fiction????? I think???

🦉Is there another author that helped inspire you to write?

HHHH SO MANY OF MY OTHER WRITER FRIENDS especially you :3

🟥How long do you spend in edits?

hhhhhh I used to edit as I go but I’m learning in like the last month that that takes way too long. I’ve been doing everything more or less in half an hour to an hour writing sessions lately so usually I’ll word vomit a chunk in one session and edit it all in another!

🛌 What's a trope you haven't written, but want to?

uhhh I already did only one bed so how about that goose one I’ve wanted to do that for forever. soulmate goose of enforcement. or really any kind of soulmate thing :3

🤔What are some words or phrases you find yourself overusing?

my characters sigh and let out breaths and hesitate and pause so. so much oh my god someone take these words away from me give me another action to help with pacing-

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 16: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should offer to help the travelers with their broken wagon.....

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After much internal deliberation (and some zoning out staring at butterflies), The Adventurer decides it would be best to offer his assistance. Technically, he IS still following his goal of not getting distracted, because theoretically it would make his journey much faster if he were able to catch a ride on a carriage. So really, this is all an ultimate big brain genius strategy for maximizing efficient travel.. Or, at least that sounds like a good enough justification to him.

Gathering up all of his social courage, he approaches one of the travelers fiddling with a broken wheel near the far end of the carriage and meekly asks if there's anything he could do to help.

The man was so focused on his task, he seems initially startled to look up and find someone near him. "OH..! Oh, uhh.. help? With the wagon?", he smiles pleasantly, gesturing towards a few wooden boards that are just out of his reach, "Sure, kid. If you could just hand me th-"

"Apologies, but we actually won't be needing your assistance, stranger." A taller man, surprisingly almost matching the stature of the Adventurer, suddenly slinks out from somewhere behind the carriage, sternly placing himself like a barrier in front of the man working on the wheel. Wheel Guy nervously averts his eyes, making himself smaller, silently resuming his work.

The Adventurer tries his best to maintain composure against the weight of the tall man's bitter gaze, but can't seem to muster much of a response "Aeughh,,, uh… b-but, h- Bu--HHHh,,?.."

"Look, disregard whatever my father told you, he's old, never has any clue what he's talking about. It'd be best for you to simply move along." ('Father'? They don't look alike at all, and seem to be nearly the same age..)

"W-well.. he.. he didn't really tell me anything, I me-hhH,,.. I mean, I literally just got here, s-so...."

"Good. Even more reason to be on your way."

Placing a gloved hand firmly on his shoulder, the tall man begins to motion the Adventurer away from the wagon, but a strange noise interrupts, echoing from inside. Perhaps some sort of animal sound? Or a person faintly yelling about something? Or… both?

"WH-wHggg… whAT was t-that???!!" The Adventurer immediately stops in place, pausing to listen as the tall man keeps trying to push him ahead.

"I didn't hear anything, stranger."

"No, t-there.. was dEFinitely, UHH, a-"

"Likely something in the forest."

"Wh--aah... d.. do you think it was an animal?"

The tall man continues a dramatic struggle to 'subtly' drag him further down the road, whilst the Adventurer mindlessly digs in his heels, too distracted to even notice he's being so strongly prompted to leave.

"Many animals do, indeed, exist within forests. This should not be suprising."

"...It's just.. ..eughh… s… so weird…"

"I assure you, it is not."

"I-it really sounded like.. like it came f-from insid-"

"Yes, from inside the forest. Now, please, if you would.."

The noise interrupts again. It's definitely someone, or something, in some sort of distress.. And definitely from inside of the cart.

"wHoAAGH, aa!!! T-tHat's NOT from the f-forest, that-"

The tall man fully just shoves him now, sending the Adventurer toppling across the dirt, clumsily rolling and landing just past the other side of the carriage. A mother and young child who seem to be part of the traveling group simply stare down at him with empty blank gazes, wholly unconcerned about helping him up.

As the Adventurer fumbles back to his feet (still confused as to why he was even pushed in the first place), the tall man looms by the carriage, diligently watching to ensure that he leaves.

"Travel safe, stranger."

Despite his initial obliviousness, the Adventurer begins to piece the situation together as he stares back at the man, now fully convinced something suspicious might be going on...

…What should he do next??

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Additional Information

the adventurer's current main quest: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

[scp-ao3-author]

Hi! Do you have any stories about the origin of something you wrote?

OH OH OH OH OKAY

SO UHHH LETS JUST DO THEM ALL

Lightning:

Lightning was my first attempt at a 100k fic. its currently on anonymous because I have a firm belief that A Certain Author is reading my work and that is very scary. There was an actual draft that made it TO 100k, but the plot sucked?

Like I detailed every moment of Y/N from birth to SCP Foundation because I was a very "Grrr... Accuracy" guy. and then I had an entire subplot between y/n and kondraki, which inevitably fails. there was a whole thing of Y/n's brain being fried from amnestics and someone was like "this is actually stupid :/" so i ended up rewriting it with whatever I pulled from my ass.

Confession booth:

Confession booth was supposed to be a crack fic. surprise surprise. my (ex) friend wanted me to write a crack fic of clef in a priest outfit. but he didnt seem... like the kind of guy to just do that for no reason? at least back then I figured him to be like that guy. since then, I have grown to learn more about clef so in hindsight, I would like to rewrite some of my older stories to be more fitting. But I made a plot to rationalize Priest Clef and well. thats what was created.

Hold The Line:

I was maladaptive Daydreaming to Give and Take by Poor Mans Poison and i thought I was going to die if i didnt share the thoughts in my head.

The Only World You Know:

I got tired of Iceberg being shitty and pathetic with no backstory. Had to flesh that sad little milkshake

Take the seeds:

Fin.

Memory:

I always had the headcanon that Francis had legitimately worked in the Foundation as a system well before taking control as Dr. Clef. But one of the questions that always begged in my head was like... How would he have reacted with the other staff? I experimented with Kondraki, who also went through his original change. The idea of Kondraki being part of the Montauk Procedure and spiraling actually came from Author Kondraki's old blog. the rest I pulled out my ass with the help of a few friends. The original story was supposed to be "They hate each other, but begrudgingly are forced to get along. thats it." but people were ADAMANT about making them fall in love. it was mildly uncomfortable but i rolled with it and i will admit. I kind of like how it turned out apart from the last chapter.

Its Like Dying:

I wanted to write a followup to Memory about how Francis affected Kondraki's life in such a way that when Kondraki finally realized he cared, it had been too late to actually follow through on that. He takes this out towards Clef, the man who suddenly appeared after Francis Dissapeared, but eventually learns to accept when something is gone forever, and hopefully when i get around to it again, he will move towards actually accpeting clef into his life, not knowing that hes the only other person who will treat him like hes not insane for knowing Francis Existed.

I Am Ready To See You Again:

its supposed to be like a ressurection idea not FOR resurrection but similar. they wake up, everything is new and strange. and different. but as they explore the memory of their previous lifetime goes away, and they have to adjust to their own world. It centers mainly around A Major what with their multi universal knowledge? the idea was SUPPOSED to be that at least. I got the intro out and.... I lost all my notes apart from "Gears finds 173"

They Dont Even Have Dental:

This was supposed to be a silly joke seminar about Clef hating the GOC for not having dental, a running gag between some of my friend groups. its like an unspoken agreement. that place sucks, they dont have dental. and then i planted a cute little bit of plot at the end for an... upcoming show im working on. dw. ill share the script.

when its done.

Francis Disturbed:

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING.

HHHH OKAY SO.

this was built off of a million headcanons swirling in my little head, but the final headcanon that broke the google doc was this:

Francis was a premature baby.

lemme break this one down im a bit excited lol

in 4231, Francis loved lily. alot. and it hurt him because she hurt him, but he stayed nonetheless. that, plus having DID? probably meant that it was VERY unlikely he had a stable family life growing up. dads out of the picture, type greenery adapted at a young age... you know? it adds up. then there was the stuff about agora. I thought...

I honestly thought that Agora was laying the self-shaming and "I should have killed my son" stuff a bit... i hated it. Like it was good but it rubbed me the wrong way a little and after a moment im like... "What if... i worked with that idea?" and created a story about Francis' childhood dynamic. this is where it gets fun:

Ive been planning the next chapter for a little while now, but this all happened during a time period in which I did not EXIST, so i have to go around my writing carefully. the next chapter is going to be the after effects of what... Agora... Did... and after THAT we get to see Francis entering the GOC, and what happened to him in the Ichabod Campaign.

it gets a little funny there was going to be a bit where ukulele gets a balloon tied to his arm so his team can find him off-missions.

Now. this wont make sense, until you SEE the chapter but... I cant continue writing the story until I get a physical copy of IT by stephen king....

and i dont live near a library or book shop OR thrift store that has it.

And I hate amazon.

A Different Shade OF Green:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH OH GOD

HHHHH lemme grab my notes uhhhh ADSOG has been planned for a WHILE

ACTUALLY HERES THE DRAFT

FAIR WARNING: TREAT this story like it is NOT the actual bones of ADSOG on AO3. I kind of just kept rambling, I wanted an arc for a story where Blackbird takes an interest into Francis, but it ultimately doesn't work out, ukulele appears more. Adam is a dick. Ten is more active in the story too. there's SO many differences between this and the actual story. AND the format is FUCKED

ADSOG was supposed to be a single one shot, where seven confronted clef about his issues. She responds to his dickish behavior by shoving a spoon into his face, and he replies by biting into it and slowly chewing it while they make eye contact. that was ALL the story was supposed to be. then i was like "I like the barber scene." that is actually a one shot on its own that i just blended into the draft and main story. there are SO gonna be more scenes in the main story where francis is stimmming. at some point or another though i had at one point built SO many one shot stories on them that i just said fuck it and made it all one big story and

oh my god.

you are going to cry at the ending.

Orangechild:

uhh this was actually a full narrative but then i hit up @tickedtimebomb and was like "give me a line that fucks and ill turn it into a poem" and that's how I got "and then i fed the world my soul" WHICH IS ALSO REFRENCED IN THE DRAFT OF ADSOG

idk if anyone's noticed or not but i have a million little red strings tying all of my story together. :D

Coworker activites:

I just like john's work.

stop dicking around mann:

every kondraki ship has its bottle dick chapter.

intervention:

fin

eye for an eye:

Eye for an eye was created with the ongoing concept of "4231-a comes back, how will clef react?" but instead of the "he would cry and die" I decided to go for a "He's going to be pissed."

taphestry:

I REALLY LIKE JOHNS WORK

it is a vacation:

I had a silly idea of the doctors being sent to antarctica and i played with it a little with mattastr0phic because I wanted myriad in the story. I had another friend who helped me with the iceberg bit too. <3

in cod we trust:

I just wanted to give Cimmerian some shit.

apples and oranges:

I take commissions for writing. I was paid to make this, that doesn't mean I don't love it though i have EVERY chapter preplanned. as of right now, unfortunately, I am on pause for my writing because I burned myself a little bit on regular writing and am just sticking to script writing for some *cough* shows.

Ketchup and Mustard:

I am preparing for something called a "Kingson bomb" which is: whenever i have an extra amount of money laying around, I grab some artists and nab them to make Kingson commissions, thus making a small vault of Kingson art. when I reach an unholy large amount, I'm going to blast @finiffy with it and fucking kill them. one of the people I commissioned said something along the lines of "They are so ketchup and mustard to me" and well. I had to do it.

Bear your tombstone:

The idea for this story was actually the fact that it was supposed to be its own chapter in Francis disturbed, but i got WAY to excited making it to the point I just uploaded it on its own.

Seventeen minutes:

i wanted to autism code kondraki and have others see my vision.

Something New:

I want a story similar to Memory, I am specifically making this in honor of Amones, who has absolutely INCREDIBLE art!!!!!

THEY ARE ALSO MAKING A REALLY COOL VIDEO GAME AKFSJDKLF

tales of a greyhound stranger:

THIS story was inspired by 4231 and personal experience, but not in a sad way. 4231 briefly mentions that Francis rides on the Greyhound, a bus station that's prominent in Europe and America. I also ride greyhound (and will be going partially across country in about a month) and sometimes when you use the bus system, you come across some... REALLY interesting people. I think Francis had a beautiful time traveling and ended up having fun once in a while with others. I think he deserves nice things.

[snzysimper]

FINALLY!! I haven’t posted a fic in AGES. Apologies for that. This is probably the longest thing I’ve ever written. I’m really proud of how this turned out. It took me a while, but I hope it was well worth the wait for everyone. This is the re-write of this fic. I tried to keep it loyal to the original, but also make it better.

Note: I had everything italicized and shit, but tumblr is stupid and doesn’t keep it when it gets copy pasted from a google doc so I’ll go back and fix it later. For now, you can just use your imagination because I am to lazy to do it rn.

Another note: not that this really matters, but Security Breach doesn’t exist in my AU, so first of all, no ‘Burntrap’ and also no SB Vanessa. I much prefer the fan made version from Help Wanted, so that is who I use in my fics and such, but feel free to portray it however you like. She just looks better. Feel free to look at some fan art else where.

A Warm Surprise

A Will/iam x Van/ny Snz Fic

Written by SnzySimper

Word Count: 1950

TW: Spray, Snz (ofc), mentions of deceased children (only briefly)

| I am allowed to write what I want and I would appreciate if you keep whatever rude comments you may have to yourself |

It is about 11 o’clock at night. The pizzeria was far past closing, which was 8 o’clock. One would generally expect for the place to be empty. Isn’t that how this works anyway? Starting in only one hour, the haunted robots spring to life and, well, you know the rest. But, no, not right now. We are far beyond that point. Long story short, after the closing and re-opening, new animatronics were made, and the Fazbear brand was re-started after someone bought the name. As of the current moment, a new man owns the name brand. Well, not quite. After escaping his presumably eternal hell, William Afton put his consciousness inside of a game, making himself nothing but a piece of computer code. With the help of an innocent bystander, he was set free into the world again and, under a new name, bought his company back. Who’s his partner in crime, you may ask? A young woman named Vanessa, or Vanny, as William usually calls her. His little reluctant follower, although she has become less reluctant as time has gone by. In fact, she had become much less of a follower and more of a friend. The two did most everything together. Were they themselves together? Well, no. Not right now, anyway.

Sitting down on a table, Vanny looked over towards the animatronics. They were powered off, as they should be. She and ‘Dave’ planned to keep it that way. No more vengeful ten year olds wanting to damn your soul. And hopefully not ever again. He didn’t have any reason to make it happen again. He had obtained his immortality, so why would he need to kill more children. It’s not like he needs the remnant. She glances around the pizzeria, not used to it being so empty and quiet. No sounds of children giggling and screaming. No music. Only the hum from the air conditioner. A bit creepy and unsettling to most, but she had come quite accustomed to it. She found it almost peaceful. It was silent, and peaceful, and not a single sound to-

“-gGGes’SSHHhss!!”

Slightly startled at the broken silence, Vanny looks up. She was alone in the pizzeria, minus her ‘boss’. It had to have been him. Come to think of it, had she ever heard him sneeze before? Being a computer code, she didn’t really think he could sneeze. Oh well. Who cares? A sneeze is a sneeze. No skin off her teeth. She pulls out her phone, not paying it anymore mind. “Hh’gGG’shhh!!..’Ggsshh!” Well, this was certainly interesting. It was strange enough for this to happen once, granted that it had never happened before. But three times? Curious to what could possibly be happening, Vanny hops off of the table to go and find him. It was getting to be time to head home, so she should go and get him anyway.

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“Hhhh…”

Sitting at his desk, William breathes heavily. He was happy that the day was finally over. He could just go home and fall asleep on the sofa. He crosses his arms and lowers his head, about to fall asleep in the chair. In front of him are blueprints for trying to fix SpringBonnie. Trying. Although he may as well just start from scratch. The suit itself is beyond repair, but the internal parts, or at least the springlocks, could possibly be salvaged. It would take a good bit of effort though. As the AC turns on, he shivers, wrapping his arms tightly around his chest. Was it usually this cold in the pizzeria? Or maybe someone had just messed with the thermostat. Who knows. Giving William the benefit of the doubt, he is a TWIG. The average weight for someone who is 7’2 is around 230. William is 190. One could say that this is due to him not eating much. He doesn’t see a reason why he should. As we have previously established, he’s already immortal. It isn’t like he can starve. Although, the occasional meal is nice. He slowly raises and tilts his head back, his breath hitching slightly. “hhHh’GGschh!!” Damn. Why is he so cold? Wiping his nose on the back of his hand, he sighs. Was it possible he could- no. No, no. He’s a piece of computer code for crying out loud; barely even able to be classified as a human being at this point. Being sick is completely out of the question.

Right?

It had been a long day of listening to the same 6 songs on repeat, children's laughter, and, worst of all, the smell of shitty cheap pizza. He was more than ready to go home by now. Vanny walks in the room, softly knocking on the door. “Mr. Afton?” She walks up behind him, and gently places her hand on his shoulder. Having completely zoned out, he jumps at the touch of her hand. She jerks her hand back. “M-Mr. Afton-! I’m so sorry, did I wake you?” While they were ‘friends’, Vanny’s voice still trembled whenever addressing him. She knew all that he had done in the past, and was terrified of what he would be capable of doing now that he was immortal and essentially invincible. William, however, didn’t respond in his usual manner. “Vanessa,” he gives her a small weak smile. He doesn’t face her directly. He simply looks back at her using only his eyes. His piercing, icy blue eyes. “It’s nearly midnight.” She wrung her hands. “Shouldn’t we be leaving soon?”

“Yes. Worry not, we will be heading out soo-”

He abruptly stops speaking. He looks a bit dazed for a moment before quickly bringing his hand to his face, pinching his nose. “Ht’nnt-!” It is almost silent. “Ht’nxxt!! ‘nxxT -nnt!” And again. “hhHt’nkkt!!”

“Bless you,” Vanny says softly. He lets go of his nose, which is now a warm pink, and sniffles as he wipes his nose on the back of his hand. “Hhh, thank…thank you.” At last, he turns in his chair to face her. Vanny is worried by the sight of him. His cheeks are a touch of pink, and so does his nose, although his nose is a brighter shade. The parts of his face that aren’t flushed somehow look even more pale than they usually do. The dark circles under his eyes are more noticeable than normal. Tiny droplets of sweat are present on his forehead. Almost by instinct, she reaches up and gently presses the back of her hand against his forehead. “Mr Afton, you look awful. Are you feeling alright?” Realizing that she literally just reached up and touched his face without any sort of warning, she panics and quickly tries to jerk her hand away. Before she can fully pull her hand away, William reaches up and presses the palm of her hand against his cheek, sighing happily. Vanny blushes, shocked by the intimate gesture. He closes his eyes and lowers his head. He looks very happy to say the least. “Your hand,” he says quietly. “It feels really warm. It feels nice.”

“Your face is very warm, too. And not in a good way.” She lets him hold her hand and uses her other hand to feel his forehead again, now assuming that he doesn’t mind her touching his face. “You have a fever. I’m sure of it.” She removes her hand from his forehead and moves his hair so it isn’t covering his eyes. “Mmhm,” he hums in agreement, although she is quite sure that he isn’t paying all that much attention to what she is saying. She laughs softly. “Come on, let's go home.”

Vanny helps walk him into the house. Leaving her side, William walks away and flops face first onto the couch. He looks pretty comfortable. Vanny giggles. She isn’t used to seeing him so relaxed. Usually when he interacts with others, he lacks much emotion and is very curt. Any time someone tries to care for him or assist him with something non-work related, he snaps at them to leave him alone. With her he is usually a bit more friendly, but not much. Tonight, he had been everything but that. He even smiled at her. Vanny walks over to the couch and sits down next to him. William helps himself and rests his head on her lap. She lets out a small squeak, shocked at the fact that he is being so affectionate. She sighs and begins gently scratching his head. He smiles. “We should probably get some medicine for you.” William hums softly. “I’m fiiine.” He closes his eyes, sighing softly. Vanny sighs. “Alright. If you say so.” She didn’t want to challenge him on anything, so as not to take his gentle and chill attitude for granted.

They are silent for a good ten minutes before William starts sniffling. Vanny looks down at him. He is rubbing his face with the back of his hand, his nose clearly irritated. William eventually gives up, deciding that his efforts to relieve the itchy tickling sensation in his nose are fruitless. He looks adorable, Vanny thinks. She gently presses the tip of his nose with her index finger. “h’EHshhSS!” Vanny jumps slightly. “Oh. Bless you.”

“Mmm..what was thah for?” He grumbles sleepily. “Sorry. You just looked so cute. Your nose was twitching like a little bunny.” Vanny giggles. William rolls over to face up at her, his eyes still closed. “Could you..do it again?” She is a bit surprised, and pretty confused. “What, why would you want-”

“My nose..it’s still itchy. I need to sneeze. Please…” He opens his eyes looking up at her, his eyes practically begging for her to do something. Vanny can’t help but feel bad for him. “Alright.” She takes her thumb and index finger and begins gently rubbing the sides of his nose.He sniffles a few times as she continues to gently touch his nose. “I-is this helping? Is it working?” He sniffles once again. “Y-yeah, snff, sorta.” Vanny moves from the sides of his nose to the base, just below his nostrils. “Oh- hihh right sndff there..” She continues rubbing his nose, a bit harder this time. William’s breath is hitching. He tilts his head back, before inhaling sharply. “Hh’Gggshhs!! HGg’essh!! EH-shhiis! Ht’chh ‘chtt!!” He tries his best to avoid spraying Vanny, although he still gets her a little. Vanny lifts his head off of her lap. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go find some tissues.” She quickly rushes out of the living room to go and search for tissues.

William sits up, holding his nose shut as he continues to sneeze wetly. “hMP’tchh! Ht’CHH!! T’chh k‘chh -gSHH!!” Vanny comes back with a box of tissues and sits back down on the couch. She hugs William, leaning him back in her arms. She holds the box of tissues out in front of him. He quickly grabs one and holds it up to his face. “H’ppshh!! Hh’IISHH!!” He sighs, having been able to finally catch his breath. He rubs his nose with the tissue. His nose is revealed to be much more pink than it was before. He sniffles, draping his arms on Vanny’s shoulders, holding on to her like a sloth. He rests his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes. “ I’mb sorry sndDF for..snff sneezigg on you.” Vanny chuckles softly. “It’s alright. I don’t mind.” She rubs his head and begins playing with his hair. Laying down, she holds onto William and hugs him close. “Try and get some sleep, alright?” William hums in response. It isn’t long before she hears him softly snoring. She smiles, kissing the top of his head. “Sleep well, Mr. Afton.”