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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 3 days

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I’m Not Cute! (Soft!Vox x Reader)

“Shhh, stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair,” Vox said moving gently, weaving the strands together carefully.

“it feels weird,” I grumbled, crossing my arms.

“oh come on now,” he said with a playful smile. “We both know how messy it gets if we leave it down before bed.”

“It’s inconvenient,” I agreed. I’d woken up with his hands tangled in my hair one too many times. It was also a pain when it brushed against his ports.

“Your hair is soft,” Vox noted, after a few seconds of silence. “Can I borrow your sweater tonight? It smells like you.”

“If you want,” I said with a smile. It was always so cute when he asked for things like that. Anything to remind him of me. I loved it. “I think you’d look cute in it.”

“What? Cute?” He asked, sounding surprised. He tied off my braids and pulled me up against him, resting his bottom screen (where his chin would be) on the top of my head. “I’m not cute.”

“Debatable,” I said lightly. His arms wrapped around my torso and I hugged them tightly. “You are the most adorably cute person I’ve ever met. The cutest boyfriend in existence.”

“Sweetheart… I’m an Overlord of Hell and CEO of my own billion dollar company, I’m the one of the richest people down here and we both know I didn’t achieve all that by asking nicely,” Vox said with a laugh. He nuzzled his face against my head affectionately. “I can confidently assure you that I’m not cute.”

I squinted at him and thought for a moment. I was determined to make my point. My expression softened and I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, tugging gently on his sleeve. “Voxy…”

He froze for a moment, his hand twitching for a moment as he held me. “Oh come on,” he said, trying to play off the effect I knew it had on him. “Really? This card? That not fair and you know it.”

“But Vox…” I mumbled, my voice a small plea. I tugged on his sleeve again, more insistent. “I just want a kiss. Please?” I knew he was an absolute sucker for when I acted like this.

He glitched for a moment, jerking away unintentionally. I didn’t mind, I knew he wasn’t trying to be rude or rough. I felt him getting hotter- he overheated when he got flustered.

“See? I was right,” I said with a triumphant smile, dropping my little act. “You are cute!”

He was frozen for a moment, still processing, still overheating slightly. “Mm… you’re comfy,” I mumbled, laying down directly on top of him, squishing him with my weight. He was usually nice and warm since he was part machine- or, I assumed he was. There had to be some way his TV head connected to his body. What was the word? Biomechanical? Didn’t matter. He was extra toasty from my teasing. I was comfortable.

“Darling,” Vox muttered, sounding disgruntled. I lifted my head slightly to see his flat screen face looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Hm?” I asked innocently, giving him a playful kiss on the cheek. “Whatever could possibly be the matter, my handsome and amazing boyfriend?”

“Fine,” He sighed, a smile tugging at his lips despite his best efforts. “I didn’t need to sleep anyway.” He wrapped his arms around me, shifting our positions so he’d be more comfortable.

“I love you,” I said with a grin. I laughed softly and leaned into his touch, snuggling up against him.

“I love you too, my dear,” Vox murmured, running his fingers through my hair. He played with it for a moment, then gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. He lingered for a moment, then pulled away. “More than you could ever know.”

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minced-mangoes · 4 months

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I am in love with the concept of the demons in the devildom having to shed their horns, as well as possible shedding of fur, feathers, scales, or skin. With this we have to assume the demon's horns align closer to antlers than actual horns, since horns don't shed, but antlers do. Either way these are magical creatures so fuck logic. I can do what I want. Maybe they don't actually fall off, but instead shed a layer of keratin, keeping the horns shiny, strong, and unmarred. For some demons this shedding is easier, like for Lucifer and Diavolo's horns. However, with demons like Mammon and Barbatos, the details on the horn make it much harder to come off, often needing assistance.

The shed keratin from demon's horns can be used for other things, typically the creation of beauty products, and demons can get good grimm for handing in shed horn layers. I also think Satan will have to do this with his tail.

Now, the feathered demons tend to have the problem of occasional molting, and losing feathers. I'd also imagine they'd have to spend a lot of time preening and plucking their wings. Lucifer might need your help pulling a blood feather or two. Help him, please. Fur. I'm mostly thinking Belphie here. He sheds. Everywhere. Usually Beel helps by brushing out his fur, but you can definitely assist as well, it's lot of fur and four hands are better than two. Scales, this is for Levi. Please help him shed. It's not comfortable and he can't pay attention to his games if his scales have a layer peeling off. Dunk him in water, get him some nice rocks to rub up against, and peel off anything that gets really stuck. He'll be smooth, shiny, and happy afterwards.

And for the demons with wings that aren't feathered? I assume they'd need to be cared for as well. The thin wing membrane will need moisturizing. For the bug demons? help them shed their exoskeletons. I'm thinking specifically Beel and Asmo here. Yes, I headcanon they have to shed like bugs. Beel not as much, since he's a fly, but Asmo's sin animal is a scorpion, he's gonna need to get rid of that old exoskeleton as he grows. Also he comes out so much shinier and more beautiful! You gotta help him be as gorgeous as he can be!

All and all demon forms need a lot of maintenance. But that's okay, you're there to assist. Hey, maybe this will help you bond. And when you need a little help with caring for yourself, your demons will repay your kindness. ~~~ Tomi here! I take requests via my ask box! Please PLEASE PLEASE drop ideas or just things you want me to talk about there or in my comments,,, I eat stuff like that for lunch,,,

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savvythepirate · 1 year

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How they react when seeing scars from the past

Jack Sparrow:

• You couldn’t deny the fact that you instantly felt insecure about the scars from your dark past when Jack Sparrow saw them for the first time

• Jack may think that someone is currently hurting you and will question you about it, at first he thinks otherwise as you tell him the honest truth

• Jack would want to and is capable of disposing of anyone who has the nerve to hurt you, you may have to hold him back before things end badly

• “If you want them to live, you better keep them out of my sights.” He would say and you would just roll your eyes at that statement from him

• “You’re being ridiculous.” You throw back, in return, getting a scoff as he turns to walk away

• As if Jack Sparrow wasn’t overly protective already, this made him even more, especially after telling him about the painful past, how they got there and who actually did this to you

• You agree that if Jack ever encounters the monster, he could do whatever he pleases

Hector Barbossa:

• Although you knew you couldn’t hide the scars forever, Barbossa would see them sometime and you won’t have a choice other than to be truthful of how you received scars from the past

• After he sees them for the first time, he thinks that you’re in harm’s way and you’re just not telling him

• Once you’re finally able to get him to calm down, you’re able to tell him how they really did happen and Barbossa believes you, but he still can’t shake the thought that you aren’t being completely honest in the beginning after he made his own suggestion on how they came to be

• You reassure him continuously until he gets it through his head, which takes you a while but you’re able to help him think of it differently than before

• In the beginning, Barbossa is actually very understanding about how this can be a sensitive topic for you or anyone for that matter to talk about, so he waits patiently on your terms when you’re ready to tell him

• The only thing you aren’t completely truthful about are the names you had given him of who did that to you, you change their names to protect their identity from Barbossa

• You’re a very forgiving person and that’s one of the things Barbossa loves about you

• You couldn’t help it, you were born that way and continue to live it

Will Turner:

• He’s not quite sure what to make of it at first, but when you tell him your story, you don’t leave out a detail and it hits home to him

• Ever since seeing your scars for the first time, Will has sworn to be even more overly protective of you

• He keeps a sharp eye on you, and when he can’t, he gets someone else to look after you, not giving that person a choice, he couldn’t go without knowing you were more than okay and safe

• It helps him to have a peace of mind knowing you were being looked after, when he asked who did this to you, you made the mistake of telling him the actual names of those responsible for it and would later come to regret it

• Will secretly turns it into a manhunt to catch those responsible

• You don’t find out until they have actually found the people, they bring them to trial and sentence them

• They were sent to be executed, but you didn’t attend it

• You’re a little upset that Will went and did that, but than you’ve come to understand that he did so with reason and now, with that taken care of, it makes it a little safer for you and other individuals

• It prevents them from hurting anyone else and you took victory in that

• Though you were a little more forgiving than Will, you wanted others to be safe and sometimes there is no other way to make sure of that

• Will would eventually come find you later and apologize to you for doing what he did

• You had already forgiven him

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@savvythepirate

Requests: OPEN

Tags: @princessofthornsandroses @justafairytailofinnocence @royisrandom @friendlynova @mypookiebeardavyjones @imalittleoutthere @marsswann @always-on-hiatus @aresrivas

Characters:

• Jack Sparrow

• Davy Jones

• Hector Barbossa

• Will Turner

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rightous-int · 1 year

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He's fighting his demons but his demos are just his own neurodivergent ass

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slowandsteddie · 9 months

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Hi!

Since you’re asking for fic ideas, how about Claudia Henderson taking Steve in when he’s younger? She knows Wayne Munson got custody of his nephew the year before, so she asks him for advice helping Steve adjust.

Maybe Steve and Eddie getting to be close friends? Bonus points for little brother Dustin!

Thank you so much for the request! I love it and have been thinking about it nonstop.

CW: mentions of divorce, previous child neglect/abuse, C-PTSD, mention of minor character death (murder), swearing

I’m not sure what happened here exactly. I just know that I like it.

1953 words.

Claudia Henderson had always wanted two boys, a fact that almost everyone in Hawkins knew about. So, it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise to her that Jim Hopper was standing on her doorstep. He was holding his hat in front of him and the look on his face proved that he knew he was probably going to ask too much. Again.

“How can I help you, Chief?” She asked as though she couldn’t see Steve Harrington sitting in Hop’s car and looking straight ahead.

He cleared his throat. “I need to watch over the kid for a few days. Maybe a week while we try to get ahold of some relatives.”

Jim never was one to beat around the bush, but neither was Claudia. “Why?”

“His father is… going away for a while.” He seemed uncomfortable.

“Why?” She repeated, subconsciously crossing her arms when she had to press for more answers. He came to her for a favor, she had every reason to demand answers.

“He killed his wife and the kid has nowhere else to go in the meantime. I don’t want to have to hold him in a cell just because we don’t have a child services division in this small town.”

“Sorry we aren’t New York, Chief.” She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. That poor kid. Did he see what happened? Was she going to have to take him into the station to answer questions in the morning? “Does he have anything with him?”

“Just some clothes. He didn’t really want anything out of that house.”

She sighed again at that. “Bring him, then.”

Tomorrow, she was going to see if he wanted to go to the store and get anything. Probably best to keep him busy if he was willing. Besides, she needed to take Dustin to go pick out a new coloring book anyway.

Claudia looked out through the darkness and gave herself a moment to mourn, though not to cry. Steve’s mother had been her friend, even if they had drifted apart after Claudia’s divorce had gone through. Tonight couldn’t be about her. Not when her best friend’s son needed someone to take care of him.

“Thank you, Ms Henderson,” Hop said as he passed the backpack over to her and Steve stood on her doorstep.

He was so skinny. And was that bruising or shadows on his tiny face? That was a question she’d leave for the morning. Right now, he looked like he was about to collapse.

“I’m not doing it for you,” she replied before kneeling down to Steve’s level.

Hop took the opportunity to leave. The young male looked to him the same way a terrified boy would look for his father and Claudia made a note to reprimand the police chief later.

“Hi, Steve. I know this isn’t your home, but I want you to be comfortable here. Do you want to stay in the spare room tonight, or my room?”

He looked at her, wide eyed, as if she had a second head. “I get to choose?” He asked so softly and it broke her heart.

“You always have a choice here, Steve. As long as you stay safe and don’t hurt anyone.”

He chewed his lip and winced. It made Claudia lean more towards bruises than shadows, but it was hard to tell in the lighting and she wasn’t going to push. He had been through a lot.

“Spare room please,” Steve eventually decided.

Claudia made sure to show him where the kitchen and the bathroom were in case he needed anything. She also pointed out her own room being right across the hall before opening the door to the spare room for him. She did her best to make sure that he was as settled and comfortable as he was going to be under the circumstances. She stood in the door frame for a few seconds, holding on to it gently. She didn’t want to leave him, but he had requested to be alone.

“Anything you need, Steve. Just let me know. And Dustin might pester you in the morning if he wakes up before I do.”

“Okay,” he said simply.

Claudia went back to bed, leaving her door open. She really was going to have to call Wayne in the morning.

If Steve snuck into her room and laid on the floor beside her bed, she pretended not to notice.

—

“Wayne?” She was speaking a little lower than normal, but she did have two sleeping boys in her house and she was doing her best to keep it that way. “How did you help Eddie cope when he had to move in with you?”

“Why are you asking Claudia?” His voice was rough, but she knew him well enough to know that it was because he was tired.

“Have you heard about what happened at the Harrington’s yet?”

“You mean the murder?”

“I have Steve. Hop brought him to me last night,” she said in a rush before looking down the hall to make sure neither boy was going to sneak in on this conversation.

“Just make sure he feels safe and knows that things are going to happen at his speed, as much as possible. Have your limits and stick to them. Don’t let him push you over just because you know the hell he’s been through. And most important? Don’t try and be his Mama unless he asks you to.”

“Don’t have to worry about that last one. Hop said it should hopefully only be a week until they find some family willing to take him.” There was a tiny sniffle behind her. “Shit, Wayne. I gotta go. I’ll call you back tonight.”

When Claudia turned around, Steve was already disappearing back into the spare bedroom. The door closed with a soft click.

Shit.

“Mom, what’s for breakfast?” Dustin demanded as he walked out of his room and straight to the kitchen.

She’d check in on Steve soon. He probably needed a minute anyway.

“Pancakes sound good to you, Dusty?”

His toothless grin made her heart hurt.

How could anyone look at their child and feel anything but love?

—

It had been a few months and it seemed like Steve was staying. No one wanted to step up and take Steve. Honestly? Claudia wasn’t heartbroken about it. The longer he stayed, the more she loved him. She wasn’t fully convinced that she would let anyone take him away from her at this point. She wasn’t sure when she started looking at Steve as a son exactly, just that it happened quickly. Even Dustin, spoiled as he was, was excited to have an older kid in the house to hang out with. He said it made him seem cool to his friends that he suddenly found himself spending a lot more time with a Harrington. Whatever that meant.

She was just happy they were getting along. Happy that Steve was getting more comfortable with them. He was back up to a healthy weight, all the bruises were gone, and his injuries had turned to faded scars. Steve was safe. Most importantly, he was happy and loved. Claudia tried to not let it get to her that those were new feelings for the boy who previously only knew neglect or abuse at the hands of his biological parents.

—

Claudia woke up in the middle of the night, her heart pounding. What was that? A second thud had her throwing her covers back and running to the kitchen. The sight that greeted her would have made her laugh if Steve didn’t look so terrified.

Both boys were covered in flour. Honestly, the fact that most of the kitchen also had at least a thin dusting of the stuff was kind of impressive.

“What’s happening in here?” She asked with a smile.

Steve flinched and she tried to not let it get to her. He had to know by now that she would never hurt him, but the past doesn’t just go away like that.

“We were trying to make you a cake, but you put the flour too high and Steve wasn’t going to crawl on the counter. So I had to do it.” Dustin supplied after looking at the older kid and realizing that he wasn’t going to talk.

It happened a lot, Steve suddenly not talking. He also tended to leave the room a lot and hide in what had become his room. At least he felt safe enough to walk away now. He wasn’t walking away this time.

“It’s your birthday,” Steve said so softly. “It’s your birthday and you deserve a cake. I never got a cake.” His words got quieter as he kept talking, the last part of what he said barely audible.

“Oh, Steve,” Claudia’s heart was breaking. Shattering, really. “That’s really thoughtful of you, sweetheart. How about this? We clean up this mess and try again together? Yeah? Then I’ll move some stuff around so you can reach all the food in this kitchen.”

His eyes were shiny with unshed tears as the fear on his face gave way to a shy smile. “Okay,” he said simply.

And that was that.

—

Claudia was flustered.

She had been talking to Wayne a lot lately because he could relate to what she was going through. Taking in a kid who had nowhere else to go.

Somehow, that translated into them going out for dinner or lunch a few times to talk in person. To complain about the hardships and brag about the worthy things respectively.

That turned into her actually asking him on a date. Even more surprisingly, he agreed! Even though she knew he wouldn’t care, she was dressed in her absolute best and even took the time to tame her wild hair.

When there was a knock on the door, she was quick to answer it before Steve or Dustin had a chance. What she saw took her breath away. Wayne had put an effort in as well, and he was even holding a bouquet of flowers. Her cheeks heated and she smiled widely.

“They’re beautiful,” she breathed.

“You’re beautiful,” Wayne replied.

“Come in, come in,” she insisted as she stepped out of the way. When she saw Eddie, she smiled at him as well. “Thank you for agreeing to babysit my kiddos for me.”

Eddie grinned. “Uncle Wayne said he’d get me an Iron Maiden cassette.” Then he was running off to Dustin’s room, following the sound of laughter.

Claudia laughed softly before returning her attention to Wayne.

He shrugged. “Flattery and bribery get you everywhere with that boy,” he joked before going to grab a vase to put the flowers in.

Obviously he had been around the house a few times and paid attention to where she put things. Briefly, Claudia pictured Wayne and Eddie moving in - in the future.

It wasn’t a bad thought.

—

When they got back, Claudia was greeted by an adorable sight. Dustin was asleep, spread across the couch. Eddie and Steve were cuddled up in the recliner. Of course Dustin would claim the couch for himself and make two people share the smaller seat.

“Let’s not wake them just yet,” she said softly after a moment. “I’ve never seen Steve look so relaxed.”

Wayne had no objections. “Let’s put a note on the coffee table and then head to the backyard?”

Claudia had no objections, either. She scrawled out something on a piece of paper that was on the table already before leading the way outside. They sat on the outside loveseat, their knees touching.

Everyone was going to be spending a lot more time together. She just knew it.

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cherry-pop-elf · 2 months

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A Moment Of Peace

Morax x Chronic Pain Reader

Requested by Anon

You suffer from chronic pain, and that doesn’t help when you are in hell. You just wish to have a moments peace, and your designated nurse offers a idea

Warnings: 18+ ((gore wise)) talks of pain, chronic pain, gore, mental health, also it’s What In Hell Is Bad so is gonna be heavy in its sexual tones. NO ACTUAL SEX THO-!

Writing Commissions open

“Child of Solomon-?” You heard him knock, before entering the bedroom you were given. It wasn’t quite your speed, but it’s better than nothing. Very…..Red. Red and well….Yeah it’s a room Lucifer would give you. At least it was very comfy. Snuggled into a bed that was built for an orgy than a single person. Least it made it less suffocating, when you are trapped to lay there for hours at a time. All the free space to stretch, and make things work to exist.

“Come in, Morax.” You called, as you cuddled into one of the pillows. The stress of everything was finally catching up to you, and your body was suffering. Even in hell, you still could never find words to describe it. The aches, the burning, the existing. It’s hard, but Morax was the one demon that can grasp it. The designated healer, who has seen more than any one should. Demon, or not. It’ll take a toll.

“Ah, there you are. I figured. I could feel the heat of your nerves from half way across the castle-“ He announced, as he would come to your bed. There were books in his bandaged fingers, and a tray of sweets with drinks. You were very confused by it, as your stomach was not ready for such a thing. Your stomach was twisting and turning, not to mention lake of motivation at all to consume. Yet, he’s never shown incompetence with the field of medical care. Had you curious.

He was soon sitting next to you, in a chair by your bed, as he set the tray on the table. He was also working his clothes off. As if that’s a surprise, but even Morax had more politeness than this. He didn’t completely strip. Couldn’t if he tried, since he was soaked in bandages. Left to his shorts, and wrappings. Blood forever seeping through, and gore to be mush under the texture. That one working eye looking down at you, and holding so much emotion in it. He seemed excited even. Those hands would claps together, as you watched him. Holding your pillow so tightly.

How it was utterly fascinating to look at him. How you have seen him taken on so much pain, yet keep going. Acting like everything was fine. How familiar. For once, someone could genuinely understand your perspective. How much it sucked. Course, you couldn’t help but feel dramatic about it. Given you’ve seen under those wraps. The missing flesh, the gouged eye, the scars, blood, cuts, bruises, the falling out organs, all of it. Yet, he never dared compared. Your pain was just as real, to him, as the blood soaking the bandage over his empty socket.

“As you know, I take on the burdens of those with wounds and pain. Hence why I have not healed my own, as they are constantly being fresh-“ He begins, as if you didn’t know this already. He was still the smarter of the demons, so you didn’t say anything. You knew he was going somewhere, but your brain was just so foggy. You could hardly hear him honestly. It’s just a blur of noise, and ringing from the pain. Seemed he was aware of it, as he was soon silent. Allowing himself to let actions speak louder than words.

Before you knew it, he snuck into bed with you. Not a first, by many demons, but a first for him. You were about to question it, before you suddenly held immense clarity. It was like a thick blanket was lifted off of you. Your heart wasn’t ringing in your ears. Your breathing was steady. Your limbs didn’t tingle. You could actually comprehend the world around you. It was beyond words. You didn’t know such a feeling was possible. You were, for a moment, normal.

“So warm-“ You heard him mutter, as he was snuggling you. He couldn’t deny the comfort it gave him. A beautiful excuse to hog you all to himself, while everyone else had to go do important demon stuff. He was able to hug you, smell you, even taste you. It was worth taking all your chronic pain, and holding it. It was so worth it. How his fingers were dancing across your skin, and his breath inhaling you. Savoring the scent of human, with ancient magic. It was delicious, and sweet.

“It doesn’t cure it, does it?” You had to ask, as he shook his head. Figured. Makes sense. There were demons born without limbs, and he couldn’t exactly give them limbs back. They were born with it, so the body was forced to function as such. A default, if you will. Regardless, you were hugging him tightly. Just thanking him in your own way. Swore the bastard might jizz himself if you held him too tightly. He’s earned it, in your defense. His eye out right fluttered, as you held him tightly.

“Whenever there is a moments rest, between this war, I hope this can bring you some peace. I know I can not offer perfection, but I’ll be heaven bound if I do not try.” He said, as you were squeezing him tightly. It was mind numbing to have your body not be in this constant pain. You knew this would still be a drop in the bucket for Morax, but in a morbid way it was nice. Nice to know you weren’t burdening him with this. That he got a relief, in your stolen pain. pretty sure the bastard har to have developed a kink for this by now. Had to.

"New order, you sleep with me now.” You demanded, as you were going to get your use out of him. He held zero arguments, was giddy if anything, when you gave that command. How he snuggled into your neck, to inhale more of your sweet human scent. Seeming to be in his own pure heaven, well hell, by such actions. Now you knew why he brought the books and snacks. So you could actually enjoy a quiet moment, that he’ll hardly provided. He found a way to give you peace. He really did it. He found a way, in this madness.

You would grab one of the books, as your other hand would rub his back. To try and give him some emotional support all the same. To show him how grateful you were. Oh sex was so on the table for him. You knew damn well you COULD enjoy sex, even more, with him. Given the physical content meant he took your pain away, leaving you in true pleasure. That had you excited. You had so much energy again. The world was your oyster.

For now, though, you were going to finally enjoy something so many people took for granted. You found yourself a comfortable position to snuggle him in, and started to read. Actually able to focus on the words, and feel the pages in your fingers. The brain fog finally gone, as you snuggled him. How wild that your pain was also his pleasure, as it finally gave him an excuse to get a nap in as well. To heal his own wounds, he has taken for others. Your pain was his excuse.

This was going to be your new normal, and you were excited for it. To have clarity, and be able to focus again. To read the book, and study up more on hell, while Morax finally was getting rest. To finally get some healing done, while you could have a moments rest from the pain. To comprehend the sounds around you, like the distant rumbles of hell shifting and turning. The smell of fire, wine, and death. The textures of the blankets. You could actually be in the moment.

Despite how much energy it gave you, the escape from pain just made you crave sleep. Real sleep. Out like a light you were, with lying against Morax. How your body curled against his, and his arms tangled around you. The book left to be open next to you, drinks emptied, food eaten, and just at peace. Knocked out cold, and having a deep slumber. No tossing and turning from muscle spasms, and no nightmares from the anxiety and pain. You were resting, and with someone all the same.

It was peaceful. You had peace, for the first time in your life. Morax was truly your savior, and he deserved proper rewards for it. After you BOTH got a well deserved nights rest. A tangle of limbs, soft breathing, and the sounds of hell. All to lull you into dreams of hope, prosperity, and joy.

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flameyfay · 10 months

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Should I post more gifs?🥺

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vixezn · 1 year

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|• Watch me. •|

A Yandere! Wally Darling x Gn! Reader <3333

Warning(s): Mentions of staring, yandere wally, swearing, dimension transitioning

Synopsis: Yandere Wally finally found a way to communicate with dear [Y/n]!… Now how long will it take before he wants to see them in person?

[Y/n] stopped in their steps to the kitchen when their phone suddenly died in their hand. A groan escaped their lips as they turned on their heels to get back to their room to plug it in.

While they strolled to their room, they glared at their dead phone slightly, annoyed with the fact that it died before they could go get a snack.

As they walked into their destination, they noticed their little sibling in the room with them. They decided to disregard them as they went to their bed to plug it in.

After they plugged it in, nothing came up. Nothing. Not even the weird battery symbol it would give when it was plugged in. Just.. Nothing.

A shift came from the other side of the room and [Y/n] turned their head over to see their sibling. They were getting up to leave the room, presumably to hang out with their friends. After a small goodbye, they were gone.

That’s when the phone’s battery symbol turned on, before going off.

[Y/n] snickered slightly at the seemingly coincidental moment before sighing, “I guess you just wanted to work when they were out of the room.”

It was a rhetorical question in all, but all of a sudden the battery symbol turned on again, a bit longer than before, then turning off. It then turned on again, shorter. Turned off, turned on again with longer timing, and then the same thing happened again. Was it trying to use morse code?

“Well this might just be a silly idea but..” [Y/n] reached for their laptop and pulled up a morse code translator. “Could you repeat that again, please?” They felt weird, asking a phone a question vocally. Then it went of, a dash, a dot, and two more dashes. Then, a pause.

“Okay, so we have ‘y’. You can continue.”

A simple dot, nothing more. “.. ‘e’? Alright, continue.” Three more dots. “Y.. e.. s.. So you were just playing with me! How come? ..And who are you?”

After a round of looking very intensely at a charging phone screen, writing down letters, and pauses, they saw the message. “.. ‘Nothing you need to know about.. Neighbor’? Who calls somebody neighbor? …It seems familiar, though.” They shrugged, “What’s your name?”

Another round of morse code, another round of writing down letters. “.. ‘You’ll find out soon’.. Okay, you know I can’t just call you a weirdo on a phone, right? Which you are by the way, in case you didn’t know.”

More morse code. “Ha.. Ha.. Ha. Now you’re just being a creep. I’ll check up on you tomorrow, okay? I need to go get a snack before bed. Could you please let me get back on my phone?” And, as requested, the phone turned alive.

And as they quickly grabbed their phone and went downstairs, they didn’t notice the faint eyes burnt onto the screen.

TIME SKIP

A week or two went by since their first encounter, and Wally was loving the attention he was getting from [Y/n]. He had spent months, years, trying to connect to their world. And when he did, it was nothing short of amazing.

Oh how he wishes he could stop being this anonymous creep, and just come to their world with open arms, he’s sure that they would come running to him. After all, who wouldn’t? He’s Wally Darling.

His thoughts were cut short when a creak interrupted them. He jumped up and looked to the clock. 10 pm. Time to communicate with the love of his life! He smiled giddily, “Thanks, Home! What would I do without you?” Home squeaked in response, happy.

Wally got up from his red chair and walked towards his bed. As he sunk down onto the soft, plush cushion, he closed his eyes and pushed all of his thoughts towards communicating with [Y/n].

When he woke up again, he was in a pitch dark room. Yes! It worked again! All he saw instead of the darkness was a medium sized box of light, with the view of [Y/n] jumping onto their bed with their laptop and notebook. Oh geez, they were excited too!

[Y/n] moved their stuff into an organized area, and grimaced. They were starting to look forward to ending these.. visits. The weirdo on the phone kept asking them personal questions.. Weird questions. They were planning to get a new phone soon, tomorrow, actually, one that wasn’t glitched with weird morse code. “Hey.. Uh.. What’s up?” Their voice was laced with uncertainty.

Morse code, writing down letters. They read the message out loud, “.. ‘Something’s wrong.’ …I guess there’s no point hiding the truth.. Weirdo on a phone, this’ll be our last visit together.” They seemed relieved to be saying that, “I’m getting a new phone tomorrow and it won’t have the weird glitchy thing, luckily.”

The phone stayed dark. No response. “Well, if you don’t want to speak to me from now on, that’s fine-“ Text appeared on the screen.

‘Well we can’t let that happen, now can we, Darling?’

“..Darling? That’s.. New.. but.. I’m going to unplug the phone now.. I don’t want anything to.. happen..”

‘Wait wait wait wait no no no nononoNONONONONO-‘

They unplugged the phone and sighed. It was finally over. Now, Is there anything that they could do in their free time? Ah, yes, the tv. They grabbed the remote and turned it on, showcasing all of the channels. Suddenly, it went dark.

“What the..” They clicked the tv remote a couple of times, trying to turn it off and on. They turned over to their laptop, same thing. Pure darkness. When they turned to their phone, all there was was just text.

‘Let’s continue the conversation, shall we? :)’

“What the hell..” Okay, something’s up. First the tv, then the laptop, and now the phone? Speaking of which, it’s unplugged, so shouldn’t it be.. I don’t know.. dead?

‘Here’s a question.. How would you feel if you just.. Came to my world?’

“Here’s an answer, I wouldn’t feel anything, since that can’t happen. Who are you, anyways?” More text popped up onto the screen.

‘Well, I guess you should know, since you’re going to be near me soon. The name’s Wally, Wally Darling. :)’

They leaned back drastically, “I do not like the sound of that first sentence.. But.. Wait.. Oh my god! You’re that weird muppet guy that’s been all over my for you page on TikTok!”

‘While I would rather not be called a.. “weird.. muppet guy”.. I’m glad that you know me, [Y/n]. :)’

“Okay.. A bit weird.. But.. why’d you say I was going to be near you? I’m going to have a different phone, so no communication.” They smiled slightly at the thought of being care-free, Wally-free.

‘Which is why I’m not going to let that happen, Love. Be prepared to come into my world, Darling, because it’s a long and bumpy way there.’

They stared at the screen in shock. No, this is just some weird joke. In a second, they’ll probably see him going, ‘haha! just a joke, neighbor!’ They gathered themself, “There’s no way! You can’t travel through dimensions!”

And then a voice could be heard.

“Watch me.”

What did he mean by that? They looked around their room, it was now pitch black in it. Their eyebrows furrowed together as they looked back at their phone, it stood silent, black screen, until words slowly typed in themselves.

‘Turn around, Sweetheart. :)’

As they turned their head around, all that was left was a scream.

Until silence emerged, and all that was left was a phone, broken up to bits.

#yandere #yandere wally #yandere wally darling #yandere writing time #first writing post what’s up #I take requests #no but pls request I’m bored #like srsly bored #yandere writing #oneshot #yandere oneshot #mwa

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i-kept-tumblin · 1 year

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Sidney Prescott x Reader Headcanons

Watching Movies:

Sidney hates horror films with a passion.

Like absolutely despises them and would never watch them on her own. But you're a horror fanatic and she indulges you occasionally.

She peeks at the screen through her fingers and holds onto your arm the whole time, burying her face into your shoulder during all the jump scares. But refuses to admit she's scared.

She absolutely steals your popcorn

She does it when you're not looking and giggles when you notice half your bucket missing 💖

Insists on sharing one large coke instead of two small ones when you go out "because it's cheaper" but really she just likes the whole 'one cup two straws' cliche.

Prefers to watch movies at home rather than go to the theater to see them.

It makes her feel safer 🥺

Watches movies with an unnecessary seriousness. She puts her chin in her hand and leans forward, studying every character.

Definitely watches Pretty in Pink or Sixteen Candles on repeat because the love stories make her feel good (and she most certainly had a thing for Molly Ringwald......)

Sleeping:

Sidney stirs a lot at night but tries her hardest not to disturb you. She feels terrible when she wakes you up.

Acts like she hates snuggling/cuddling/any form of long, physical affection, but secretly loves it

She can't go to sleep without you.

She worries too much if she doesn't know where you are. Or even if she does, as long as she can't see you, she's not sleeping.

One time she stayed up until five in the morning because you were at the airport and she was afraid something would go wrong. It's a problem but it's also adorable.

You're the only person she can fall asleep beside.

She can go to bed by herself, but even with people she trusts like Dewey or Gale she rather just stay awake and sleep once they leave.

You're her exception

She has the worst nightmares

You often have to calm her down and reassure her that it was just a dream. It breaks your heart to watch her be so distraught.

She 100% talks in her sleep

The shit she says has you rolling because it's just too unfiltered to be from Sidney "will you settle for a PG-13 relationship" Prescott.

She's a little spoon at heart.

She insists on being big spoon because she likes to be in control at all times, but she never hesitates to curl into the smallest ball of a human and lay on your chest or press her back against you and lean her head backward for you to play with her hair.

She is the best cuddler though. She'll fight you on it so hard but you both know it's true. She wraps her arms around you and settles her face firmly in the crook of your neck. It's refreshing.

Sid's secretly a cover hogger 🥰

(Do what you will with that ^)

Also, she's not a loud snorer per se, she actually sleeps pretty quietly and all you can hear is her breathing.

Most of the time.

Every now and then, she'll roll over and you'll just hear one of those big, gasp snores that jump scare you.

Of course, bae reads before bed most nights.

And when you're with her, she reads aloud to you. It's safe and comforting and probably one of the most stable things in both your lives

That's all (for now?). Thank you for reading :)

#sidney prescott #sidney prescott headcanons #sidney prescott x reader #i take requests #writing is my bae #scream #scream movies #scream franchise

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les-lestappen · 1 year

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24 w Lando norris pleaseeee :(

Hurt/comfort

you don't have to pretend you're fine.

LANDO NORRIS X READER:

author's note: this is pretty short but I hope you like it. Also I made the reader comfort Lando and I realized only afterwards you might have wanted the opposite, sorry! hopefully this is fine.

disclaimer: english isn't my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes

You woke up to breakfast in bed: blueberry pancake with cappuccino, your favorite. Lando smiled at you, he was beautiful you thought, even with those dark circles under his eyes. The sweet gesture made you smile but you had a weird feeling in your stomach because It was obvious he hadn't been able to sleep much lately. You might have bothered him a little too much about it.

"Oh for fuck's sake I just wanted to do a nice gesture, no need to make it big deal"

"And I appreciate It, but let's not pretend you didn't do it because you were already awake and couldn't stay still. I know you're stressed"

"So what? It's the job."

"Lando did you sleep at all last night?"

"Yeah, I slept enough"

"Don't lie"

"I'm not." he muttered "Jesus."

You sighed and took one of his hands.

"You don't have to pretend you're fine" you whispered,millimeters away from his face and you instantly saw his eyes filling with tears. He hugged himself and put a little distance between you two as tears started falling, feeling embarrassed, now it was up to you to close it.

You put a hand on the back of his neck caressing it softly. You knew it wasn't easy for him to be seen this way, he always struggled with asking for help so you wanted to give him some space and wait for an invitation to come closer. He started to cry harder. When you heard him sobbing you instinctively wrapped your arms around him, he stiffened for a second, then hugged you back thightly, his head on your chest.

"Oh Lando, it's okay let it out"

"I'm sorry" he choked out "For everything".

"Oh Angel you've got nothing to be sorry for, you're allowed to be upset sometimes."

He waited for his breath to stabilize a bit before answering "Still, I shouldn't have taken it out on you. This…" he gestured vaguely at himself,"This is not what you signed up for. Sorry."

"Lando stop it you don't have apologize for being emotional, I know how stressful your job can be."

He nodded but didn't seem convinced.

"Lando look at me please. I might have fallen in love with you because of your charm and jokes but I love all you. Please never pretend to be happy in front of me if you're not, I won't leave. I love all of you: happy, sad, angry, stressed, drunk and especially when you're so sleepy you act like you're drunk."

A weak laugh escaped his lips, a small victory on your part.

You looked deep into his eyes "Lando, I won't leave, I love you." you said while you kissed his tears away.

"I love you too." he said, his voice breaking.

#lando norris #lando norris fic #mclaren #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #ln4 #carlando #i take requests

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 2 days

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u should draw sum static moth cuddling fluff :3

You can have a sketch! Feeling a bit burnt out in terms of drawing, but I hope you like it!

They both have rancid tastes in men, they will likely never be this wholesome, but goddamn I can dream.

Also, we are very clearly ignoring physics in this drawing.

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st4rry3y35 · 1 month

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clowncore/kidcore/primary colour stimboard!!

i take requests!!!

#stimboard #stimming #stim gifs #stimblr #clowncore #primary colors #kidcore #neurodivergent #i take requests

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savvythepirate · 1 year

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Jack gets jealous

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @roguesknights

The Request:

Could I request Jack sparrow x reader where Jack gets a bit jealous of someone flirting with reader?

***

“It would never have worked out between us, darling.” Jack Sparrow silently claims.

From the first day of being recruited to the crew of the Black Pearl, Jack Sparrow couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

One day, it dawned onto him as he spent more time then he should have trying to figure out almost desperately why that his heart was trying to tell him something whenever you’re both in the same place together. It had come come across his dull mind, telling Jack that he wanted more out of the friendship he had with you, that Jack Sparrow realizes he was in love with you and could only hope that you returned the feelings just the same. Unbeknownst to the pirate, you sincerely felt the same way. It was not only of shyness or fear of getting rejected you haven’t said anything to each other about it, you both just were unsure how to approach the confession with out making either of you feel weird. All that Jack Sparrow knew was that he wanted and was going to be the first to make a move in to say something about it. But first, he wanted to go to a highly trusting crew mate for advice before making this big approach.

This was definitely a nerve whacking feeling, making him feel more overwhelmed then he should allow himself to. The first crew mate that came to Jack’s mind was Mr. Gibbs, but then something else told him that if he wanted the best advice possible, he should go to a woman he knows with this information. Thankfully to Jack, he had only one another woman onboard who goes by the name of Elizabeth Swann. The ideal purpose of the approach was to avoid any suspicious minds from any of the others who populated the Black Pearl. Although he felt sure of it, he still put some thought into it before deciding that’s what he was going to with. But as Jack Sparrow was looking for Elizabeth, something had captured his undivided attention which had Jack stopping abruptly in his tracks before looking over at you.

Looking over your way, he sees you’re not alone. The company at the moment was Will Turner, watching the two of you talking as if you’re lifelong friends catching up on what was new. The familiar feeling of jealousy crept behind him before taking him over completely, seeing as you were smiling and laughing at something he was telling you made Jack’s blood boiling as he thought that should be him making you smile and laugh. Hatred towards Will Turner was brewing within him, almost like a slow burn of clean cut jealousy. Jack Sparrow started to feel overwhelmed once again which soon turned into livid anger. But it was that anger to have Jack Sparrow have second thoughts about getting advice.

Jack Sparrow could no longer suck it up to get any advice that may have win you to be by his side before anyone else claims you. Jack couldn’t help but think that there was nothing more he wanted to have then you. All he wanted was you, and the possibility of seeing you with someone, holding someone else’s hand scared him to the core. Most nights in the privacy he spent in his cabin, he would wonder what it might be like and feel like to hold your hand in his own. It soon comes to a point for Jack to scoff at you before finally walking away, it felt like forever for Jack to have watched you with Will Turner. At the last minute, you see from the corner of your eye Jack walking away from the two of you intending to go on the top deck of the Pearl. You watched him and quickly got up to follow from behind, wanting to confront him about watching you and Will Turner, wanting the truth.

You weren’t afraid to ask Jack Sparrow flat out, as doing so seemed to be a poor choice to make and could have an ugly outcome, but you went ahead and followed. Once Jack made it, you weren’t far behind and you were determined to figure out why he was watching you. However, Jack Sparrow doesn’t take notice of your presence until you spoke up, that having earned you a dirty look from the pirate you had fallen for. The first thought that came to mind was that maybe he was needing something from you and you didn’t pay him any attention.

“Did you need something?” You ask, looking back at him.

Jack doesn’t respond, so you continue with another question.

“Jack, what’s wrong?”

“Funny you should ask that, (Y/n).” He grumbles, now looking away.

“Pardon?”

“Get it together, (Y/n)! I’m not stupid, I saw the way you and Turner were looking at each other!”

That’s when the realization hit you, Jack Sparrow was jealous! You now understood why he was being hostile towards you… it was jealousy.

It was hard not to feel so amused by this, and you couldn’t help but let an amused expression take over. That was when you decided to tease him a little bit. Before you could however, he caught onto the amused look on your face and got a little upset.

“What?!” He barks.

“Nothing… it’s just that I think you’re cute when you’re jealous.” You playfully tease.

Jack was already upset and that response only added onto that, it only fueled him more, and more curtly.

“I have nothing to be jealous of!”

“Are you sure? Because you know I will figure it out later on and coming back to you with questions.”

Although silent, Jack Sparrow knew you were right and that’s when he needed to be honest because tomorrow never holds promises, tomorrow could even be too late. Jack spits the truth and rushed his words you barely picked up on enough to understand it was a love confession, that putting a smile on your face.

“Alright! Alright, I’ll tell ya! I like you a whole lot, in fact… I… love you.”

Looking back at him, you smile before leaning in to softly peck his cheek before confessing your own feelings.

“That’s good to hear because I love you too, Jack Sparrow.”

Once it was all out in open air, you both stood your ground as if you were frozen to it and just smiled at each other before Jack Sparrow leaning in close up to until your lips met, kissing felt like you were glued, not wanting to pull away from your first shared kiss.

Kissing you was the kiss Jack Sparrow has always wanted.

Just like that, you were now his property.

***

@savvythepirate

Requests: OPEN

Tags: @princessofthornsandroses @justafairytailofinnocence @marsswann

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